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hard-core-super-star · 1 year ago

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searching for redemption [K.Bishop]

pairing: switch!kate bishop x bottom!reader x top!kate bishop

summary: a multiversal anomaly grants you and your girlfriend the opportunity to explore some of your more...intense desires.

warnings: pure smut -> minors, don't you dare interact with this [selfcest + threesome; kinda dubcon at the beginning 'cause R doesn't know it's another version of kate; slight degradation/humiliation [other kate is mean but in a good way]; strap-on sex [kate receiving]; cunnilingus [R receiving]; both kates are technically service tops but shhh; there's an element of tease and denial but it's sort of a background thing]

wordcount: 3.4k

a/n: this is quite literally the filthiest thing i've ever written so proceed with caution. this is a request/lowkey commission from a very lovely anonymous person so shoutout to them for all their ideas. i'm definitely not going to drop a link to my buy me a coffee for anyone else who might be interested. anyways, thank you for your support, i'll go back to writing pure fluff soon...maybe, hope you enjoy <3

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You should've known something was different about your girlfriend the second she stepped foot in your shared apartment.

She had left early in the morning, mumbling something about Yelena and how the blonde was insistent on forcing her to have an actual training routine. Your complaints about it had been swallowed up by your exhaustion so the brunette was forced to leave since she couldn't come up with any excuses not to.

Needless to say, your day had been boring so, the second you heard the front door open, your mind was filled with the excitement of your girlfriend being back home. Excitement that didn't let you focus on the way Kate slammed the door shut behind her or the mumbled string of curses that followed.

“Well, what do we have here?”

The sound of her voice makes you smile and you turn to look at her over your shoulder. “Thought I would surprise my girlfriend with her favorite food. I would’ve gotten pizza but you always end up giving all your slices to Lucky.”

You catch the small roll of her eyes before you turn your attention back to the stove, turning off the flame before Kate distracts you and you burn the boxed macaroni…again.

She doesn’t reply immediately but you write it off as her being tired and nothing else. Until she speaks up again in a tone you’re not used to hearing from her.

“Fuck. You're perfect.”

“Is that you or your stomach talking?”

“Neither.”

You're about to ask her what she means when she crosses the space between you. Her hands grip your waist, pulling you backward until you collide with her body. The food you had been preparing gets forgotten the second you feel a certain hardness rubbing against your ass.

“You missed me that much?” You tease.

You’re expecting one of her usual responses. Maybe a whine or a witty comment or a barrage of kisses across your shoulders.

You don’t get any of that, though.

Instead, you get her calloused hands groping at your chest through the fabric of the worn-out band tee you stole from her closet. “Don’t be a brat, baby.”

The words are something you've only ever heard as a joke, a playful jab that never lands since you both know Kate’s the real brat. But today, they slip out of her mouth without a second thought as if she’s said them, and meant them, a thousand times before.

“Says the one ignoring my fantastic cooking skills.” You push back against her hips, expertly grinding against the strap-on hidden inside her pants and earning yourself a groan from her parted lips.

“I don’t think you’re in any position to be complaining,” she mumbles.

Her hands leave your waist and all at once, she’s turning you around and pushing you up against the kitchen counter. You attempt to tease her again but she’s far quicker than you are.

She instantly leans in to capture your lips in a borderline desperate kiss as her hands explore your waist. You're no stranger to Kate's arousal-filled desperation, and you can't judge her since you're the same way sometimes, but there's something different about it.

Some underlying darkness that you can't quite place.

“Kate-” You attempt to pull away but she doesn't let you get far.

She ignores your half-formed moan, choosing instead to deepen the kiss while she hooks one of your legs over her hip to erase the already non-existent space left between your bodies. Her actions are unexpected but they only serve to fuel the gathering arousal in your underwear.

You’re too caught up in the feelings she creates inside you to hear the sound of the door opening again…until you hear a very familiar voice.

“What the fuck?”

You jump away from the archer only to find yourself staring at Kate.

Well, two Kates.

You briefly wonder if you’re dreaming but the remnants of Kate’s hands on your body feel far too real for any of this to be a dream. Which means you’re staring at not one but two versions of your girlfriend.

Versions that seem to be engaged in a very serious staring contest.

“Is this another one of Wanda’s little tricks?” The difference in her tone of voice is suddenly obvious. “‘Cause it wasn’t funny the first time.”

“What? No. I’m me…and you’re me…and you’re hot?” The way the brunette stumbles over her words confirms your suspicions.

You’ve been making out with another version of your girlfriend.

And you can’t find it in yourself to be too upset about it.

Clearly, this other version Kate doesn’t mind either. She steps away from you, her arms crossed and a single eyebrow raised. “Why do you sound so surprised? Have you never looked at yourself in the mirror?”

Kate’s eyes widen and you can make out the soft pink hue that spreads across her face. Her hands are balled into fists at her side, almost as if she’s ready to defend you from this other version of herself. “y/n?”

You know what she’s actually asking of you but you can’t stop yourself from adding fuel to the fire. “Well, you are hot.”

Your girlfriend stares at you like a fish out of water while her other self bursts out laughing. It should be weird and yet you find yourself smiling as if the fabric of the universe didn’t somehow rip to create this moment.

“See? This is why I love her.”

Kate’s flustered and slightly nonchalant attitude disappears instantly. “Hey, she’s my girlfriend.”

Her possessive nature can’t be stopped, not even when her only competition is literally herself.

“Excuse me, your girlfriend was enjoying everything I was doing.”

Her comment leaves you breathless and, unfortunately for all of you, your girlfriend knows exactly what that reaction means. It means the other Kate isn’t wrong. And the knowledge instantly sparks a reaction in your archer.

“Shut the fuck up.” She shoves the other version of herself and while the act isn’t technically aggressive, it prompts the other archer to respond the same way.

Their shoves turn into a, somewhat pathetic, attempt at fighting with each other. They’re somehow the exact same person which means every punch is anticipated and blocked accordingly, leaving them both to stumble toward the nearest wall while they try to outwit each other with increasingly illogical insults.

The sight is more entertaining than strange and your next words fly out of you far too fast to be stopped. “You guys should just kiss and make up, it’ll be faster.”

The smirk you receive in response gives you a clear idea of which Kate is currently being held against the wall. “I told you she was into it.”

Your archer reluctantly lets go of the other one, turning around to look at you, a weird mix of surprise and longing in her eyes. “You think we should…what?”

“I’m just saying,” you reply with a shrug. “What’s the use of fighting with yourself anyway?”

Kate stares at you, mouth agape, while her variant shoots you a wink over your girlfriend’s shoulder. It shouldn’t be hot but you learned a long time ago not to question the things you find attractive about the archer.

“Come on, you can’t tell me you’ve never thought about it.”

“Thought about what?” Those eyes you love so much leave you as she waits for a response from her double.

“Kissing yourself.”

You have to fight against yourself not to laugh at the look that crosses your girlfriend’s face. “Excuse me?”

“Is she always this stubborn?” Kate rolls her eyes before pushing herself off the wall and approaching you again. The way she moves tells you there's a plan hiding inside her mind and you already know you’ll go along with whatever she wants.

“Don’t you already know the answer?” You reply, accepting the hand she holds out for you and jumping down from the counter. “You’re the same person.”

“Right again, darling.”

Your girlfriend’s intake of breath reaches your ears right as her variant pulls you in close. What you’re doing borders on insanity but you don’t care. Some experiences are worth losing your mind over.

She wordlessly checks in with you and the second you nod, her hands tangle in your hair and pull you into until there’s no space left between your lips. You know you should feel weird about what you're doing, maybe even a little guilty, but it’s impossible to deny the connection that runs between you, even if you’re different versions of the person the other one loves.

You almost expect your Kate to voice her displeasure and kick her variant out. But of course, that doesn’t happen. Because no one in this room can’t say they’re not more than a little curious to see where things go. To see how far they can go.

Kate pulls away from you, her lips pulled together somewhere between a giddy grin and a knowing smirk. It’s striking how different she seems to be despite being the archer you know and love. “Glad to see we’re on the same page, baby.”

“y/n?” The archer’s voice is barely audible over the pounding in your chest. “I…do you…is this what you want?”

You meet her eyes, both of you searching the other for any signs of discomfort. The only thing you find though are the very obvious signs of your girlfriend’s growing arousal. So, you nod. “Yeah. If you’re okay with it.”

“I…I mean, yeah. I think I am.”

“That was fast,” Kate’s variant teases. “Did watching me make out with your girlfriend turn you on that much?”

The answer is more than clear but the slight catch of her breath gives her away far too quickly. “Shut up.”

“Make me.”

A few seconds of tense silence go by before you all collectively spring into action. It’s, admittedly, a mess of hands and lips but the three of you make it into the bedroom together. You lose track of who’s who until a pair of rough hands push you down onto the mattress.

Kate attempts to follow after you but her double stops her before she can get too far. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“I, uh-” You watch as your girlfriend does her best to pull herself together. “Where do you think?”

“Nice try.” She pulls Kate against her body and you’re given a front row seat to the subtle expressions of pleasure your archer tries to hide. “You’re not going anywhere yet though. We have to give your girlfriend a good show.”

You have a pretty good idea of what she means and yet nothing could have prepared you for the real thing.

Your thighs instantly clench together while you watch the other Kate’s hands trail underneath your girlfriend’s shirt. The fabric in the way stops you from seeing much but your girlfriend’s body and the feeling of her skin in your hands is forever ingrained into your brain.

“What-” Her words get caught in her throat and all that comes out instead is a breathy moan.

“Do you ever stop talking?” The variant’s words slip out in between groans, her hips sliding back and forth against Kate’s ass. “Just let yourself feel good, I know what you want.”

You watch, entranced, as Kate’s lips trail a path down your archer’s neck, slowly coaxing her tense shoulders into relaxing as her head tilts back. “You…are way too sure of yourself.”

It’s impossible not to laugh at her words, mainly because you’ve said them at least a hundred times and she never believes you. Your amusement is shared by the other archer and she shoots you a small smile. “Maybe…but I’ll bet anything you’re already dripping for me.”

The words aren’t technically meant for you but your moan tangles with Kate’s. In all honesty, you’ve been dripping since your little makeout session in the kitchen and your clit throbs so hard, you’re sure a mere gust of wind would be enough to make you cum. It really would be so easy to slip your hand-

“No touching, sweetheart. Be a good girl and wait for us.”

The thought of having to wait more than a few seconds is unbearable but there’s no way you’ll disobey this dominant version of your girlfriend. You’ve always had your suspicions that Kate holds back her rougher side around you and this, strange and unexpected, meeting merely confirms your thoughts.

You’re tempted to beg just to see what reaction you’ll get out of both of them.

Instead, you groan and position your hands above your head, gripping the pillow hard enough to leave nail marks in the fabric.

Your own struggle leaves you unaware of the storm brewing inside your girlfriend. A storm full of unspoken desires and a need to get her hands on something.

The position she’s in makes it hard for her to even attempt to fight for control but she tries anyway. Hesitant hands reach out behind her to blindly run her fingers across whatever skin she can find.

“I told you it would feel good.” Her other self murmurs against the flushed skin of her neck. “I know everything you like. I know all the spots that drive you wild.”

“Please.”

Your girlfriend’s slightly whiny voice forces you to focus again. Unfortunately, the sight you focus on merely serves to drive you further toward the edge of desperation. “God, will you just hurry up and fuck each other already?”

Your words make both versions of the archer halt their movements.

Two pairs of wide eyes stare you down but while one looks flustered enough to turn into a puddle on the floor, the other one regards you as if you're her next meal. It's dizzying and pleasurable all at the same time and you know the squirming of your legs gives you away instantly.

“I see you still haven't tamed your brat.” Kate rolls her eyes but there's far too much excitement on her face for the action to be believable. “Too bad I can't deny her anything.”

Time somehow slows down and speeds up at the same time.

You're still left neglected on the bed but the two brunettes finally start removing the many obstacles in the way. Your girlfriend gets turned around easily and you're barely able to keep yourself together when she works up enough courage to kiss the other version of herself.

Surprisingly steady hands reach out to tear away at shirts and clumsily pull at pants.

It feels like both an eternity and a second until they're both standing naked in front of you and you're panting just from the sight of them. Your patience is finally rewarded when your girlfriend climbs on top of you, hushed murmurs of how perfect you are getting lost as her hands explore your desperate skin.

“Kate,” you moan, your hands reaching out for her.

“I know, baby, I'm getting there.” There's the slightest hint of a tease in her tone but it comes more serious than you've ever heard it from her. You don't know what being physical with a variant of herself has done to your girlfriend but you don't really care as long as she’ll finally give you what you want.

What you want comes in the form of four hands pushing and pulling at your clothes until you're left vulnerable under both of them.

The sight of your drenched folds makes them both groan but it's your archer who moves first. “Fuck, y/n, you look so good like this. All mine to play with.”

The more dominant of the two merely smirks, content to watch while Kate trails a path of kisses down your body.

“Please.” This time, you're the one who begs and your hands instinctively wrap around the archer’s as she holds your legs open.

She doesn't say anything in response, she merely leans in and lets her mouth explore your wetness. There's nothing new about her motions but there's a certain confidence behind them that you've never seen before.

Your girlfriend, usually slow and gentle, instantly attaches herself to your swollen clit, her tongue flicking relentlessly against your sensitive bud.

You're too lost in your own pleasure to notice the movements of her variant…until you literally feel Kate moan into your cunt.

It's hard for your eyes to focus but once they do, you're left bucking your hips up and clenching around nothing. You watch through wide eyes as Kate’s variant thrusts into her soaked pussy, strong hands gripping her hips while she fucks her at an equally relentless pace.

Holding your head up is a challenge but you manage, unwilling to look away from such a tantalizing sight.

You whine when Kate’s lips detach from your clit and it takes no time for her other self to grip onto her hair and push her face down into your cunt. “Fuck her like you mean it, Katie.”

Whatever response your girlfriend had fades away as you messily grind against her face. She wastes no time in giving you what you need, her grip tightening in an attempt to keep you still.

There's no way for any of you to stop yourself from squirming and grinding into each other in some way and the room quickly falls into a continued chorus of grunts and moans.

You can hear the sound of the other archer’s voice but you're too far gone to make out the words she says.

Kate isn't though and the mix between being praised and degraded makes her clench around the strap buried deep inside of herself. Which only prompts more humiliatingly pleasurable words from lips that are basically identical to her own.

“Fuck, this is what you needed, isn't it? To be fucked so good you're forced to give in to all those nasty thoughts in your head? It feels so good, doesn't it, Kate?”

Hearing her own name in her own voice while she's being pounded into by herself feels far too good not to admit it. And the sounds of pleasure that escape her lips push you right over the edge almost instantly.

“Kate!” The archer’s name is the only warning you can give before you slam head-first into an earth-shattering orgasm.

“Fuck-” Both Kates respond at the same time as they're both pushed over the edge by different things.

Your girlfriend falls apart the second she feels your release soak her chin and the sight of both of you completely fucked out beneath her causes her variant to crash into her own orgasm.

You're sure you blackout for a few bliss-filled moments and when you open your eyes again, you're greeted with the sight of your girlfriend sprawled out on top of you, her heavy pants lightly tickling your skin.

You turn your head to the side and find her variant, panting just as heavily beside you, her hand clutching yours, the toy covered in your girlfriend’s release still attached to her hips.

You're in the middle of forming a plan to get your hands on her when she speaks up. “That was…wow.”

The sound of her voice makes your archer lift her face from your chest, a wide grin on her face. “You can say that again.”

You hate how well you know her because her features give away the words she’s not willing to say. “You want to leave, don't you?”

Your voice is a hoarse whisper after all the loud moaning you've done but they both hear you. There's a beat of silence, two sets of eyebrows furrowing, and then your answer.

“Yeah…I just…I don't know how I got here but I need to get back home. To you…my version of you.”

She looks genuinely apologetic and you would laugh if you weren't so tired. “I get it. As amazing as this was, this isn't your home.”

“But feel free to come back anytime,” Kate says, completing the other half of your thoughts. “You, uh, taught us a lot.”

“Mmm, did she? I think we already knew you were full of yourself.”

“Yeah, but she made it literal.”

Your girlfriend gets a chuckle out of both you and her variant but it's not enough of a reward for her.

It happens in the blink of an eye but suddenly Kate is sitting up and pulling her other self into a rough kiss, her hands tangled in her hair and her teeth nipping at her bottom lip.

The sight is somehow more attractive than the first time and all three of you are left breathless once they pull away. Giving Kate the satisfaction she was looking for.

Her variant leaves, once she manages to pull herself together again, and you and Kate, your Kate, stay in bed for a while. There's an unspoken understanding about what she's discovered about herself but she finally speaks up after a while.

“So…do you think we can try bondage next?”

“Yeah. I honestly always thought you were a little vanilla in bed.”

Your response earns you a glare…and an overachieving archer who goes above and beyond to show you how wrong you truly are.

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lokisprettygirl · 9 months ago

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My Love is mine, All mine (18+) (CEO! Daemon Targaryen x Female Reader) (Non Canon Modern AU)

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Chapter 1

Summary: You dive down the memory lane and think about how you first met the love of your life, your husband, Daemon.

Warning: 18+, smut, mention of rape, insecurities.

Note : This will probably be the most boring thing i have ever written..you are warned. Expect 3-5 parts (or I don't really know yet 😂)

“Ugggh i don't want to be here” Shelly mumbled next to you so you gave her a side eye, she never wanted to be there. There were a couple of guys demonstrating a product targeted towards women, a decorative ring designed for women that could potentially save their life while they were out clubbing or about doing anything literally,

At first look, the ring looked like any other ring, adorned with jewels and glimmering in the light. Although upon closer inspection you could see that it had a hidden compartment under the fake diamond stud.

Inside the compartment was a red button, a single press of which would send an emergency alert to the local authorities as well as several emergency contacts on your phone, not just that but it also shared the precise location on a live moving map.

There was a group of women watching the presentation take place so you took Shelly as you were really intrigued by the product and as well as the guy giving the demonstration.

His name was Daemon, Daemon Targaryen, he was the tallest guy you had ever laid your eyes on, 6’3 to be astute, he had bronde hair- a mix of brown and blonde, and the most intense eyes you had ever witnessed, he was charming and charismatic and it wasn't like you to get attracted so quickly so even you were surprised by your own behaviour that day.

“Sooooo ummm no offense but how does it work? Is it battery operated?” A girl asked him so he picked up the ring and walked towards her,

“Don't worry I won't pop the question to you” he joked and it made everyone laugh including you. He showed her the 2.0 mm charging point inside the ring so she nodded her head..

“But what if the creeps out there recognise the ring?” Another girl asked him so he went back to the table and picked up another ring from the box..

“They won't..every purchase comes with a fresh design.. see for yourself” he gave her the ring so she checked it out and gave it back to him with a nod of approval.

The longer he talked about it though the more people started to leave, people were not interested in buying the ring even though it seemed like something everyone should own, they kept leaving until it was just you and Shelly. That's when Shelly mumbled something in your ear and ran off as well.

You watched Daemon sighing, there was a defeated look on his face that you noticed immediately but since you were still there he didn't stop the pitch. As you raised your hand up he gave you a smile.

The kind of smile that you knew would only bring you trouble..

“How long it stays active after charging..what is the duration?’ you asked him so he looked at another guy with him that you came to know later was his cousin Aemond.

“We are working on it..it stays for 10 hours for now but we are definitely trying to make the duration longer without comprising the size of it”

“10 hours? That's good enough to find someone if they're in trouble or missing” He gave you a smirky smile as you said that. “So are you selling them?” You asked him and you could tell he was excited by the prospect of leaving this place with at least one sale.

“Of Course..it's 10 euros only” he told you so you pulled out your wallet from the purse.

“Cool I'll take three..one for me..for my friend and my mom”

“Great” he clapped his hand together in excitement before he spoke again “We've also developed an app that will allow you to sync the ring with your phone. Once the connection has been established, it will not be interrupted even if your phone gets misplaced or powered off.” he informed you so you nodded.

“All this for 10 euros though? That's..very affordable..do you even make any profit?” you asked him a genuine though a bit intrusive question so he smiled politely.

“That's not a priority at the moment..goal is to give every woman a chance to be safe” he said in big words that you could have interpreted as a marketing gimmick but when you had learned the reason behind why he had invented this thing, you had realized his words were not empty that day.

He made you walk with him towards the station and Aemond excused himself as he wanted to get a drink, it was a warm day in Birmingham that day.

Once he was done cutting the receipt , you grabbed the rings and wished him good luck with the startup but as you were about to walk past him you heard him calling your name again and your heart skipped a beat.

“Yes?” You turned around to look at him so he hesitated for a moment before he stepped towards you,

“Ummm apologies if this sounds inappropriate but how old are you?” you gave him a smile as he said that. You'd pass out if he was intending to ask you out on a date.

“Just short 21” his face fell down as you said that so you crossed your arms..

“Ohhh” he let out a sigh, there was a look of disappointment plastered all over his features.

“Why did you ask? ” You couldn't help but let out a nervous giggle so he gave you a tight lipped smile.

“I .. nevermind.. thanks for buying our product..call us if you face any difficulties..stay safe yeah??”

You felt disheartened as he said that as for once in your life you were really hoping a man would ask you out, for once you found yourself being more into a man then he was into you.

Later on you had learned that the only reason he didn't ask you out that day was because he thought you were too young for him, he was twenty eight at the time and he didn't want to come across as a predator and a creep by dating a young girl in college. That went against everything he stood for.

But perhaps it was meant to be with you two because..Eight years later you were sitting in a restaurant waiting for him to get there so you could celebrate your four year wedding anniversary and he was late, as he always was at times but you understood that, he was a busy man.

What started as a small, humble operation was now a multimillion-euro company, all thanks to the vision and determination he had shown to make the world a safer place for women.

“God I'm sorry sweetheart” his voice made you snap out of your thoughts so you got up and hugged him tightly, the expensive cologne on the side of his neck comforted you immediately,

“It's okay..I just got here” you mumbled softly so he puckered his lips and shook his head.

“Liar”

He kissed you and made you sit back down again, at times like this he felt like a complete arse, sure he was doing this for both of you but he often felt as if he was making you feel neglected on occasions when he should have been with you, especially after everything you had done for him.

You were there for him when he had nothing in his name, when he was that eccentric bloke that went to women's colleges, workplaces and schools to sell a ring that nobody believed in at first..he had seen the worst of the life with you and in those moments he had decided that he was going to give you the best this world could offer you, he doused you in lavish gifts and fancy lifestyle, foreign trips and what not but deep down he knew all you needed from him was him. Just him.

After dinner and a few drinks as you both reached home you already had your hands on each other, that was one thing that never changed in your relationship with him, he was as passionate with you as he was the first night he had taken you like that, with his success and fame came several temptations on his way and you were not the most secure person, the older you got the more insecure you became of your looks, especially because of how he was desired so greatly by women younger than you but he made you feel as if you'd always be the only woman he'd desire in this way.

“Gods i have missed you babylove” he whispered in your ear before he trailed his lips down to your neck, he was on a work trip for a week and had just returned yesterday so the feeling was definitely mutual.

You loosened his tie while he unzipped your dress and picked you up to sit you down on the dresser, your fingers quickly worked the buttons of his shirt while his lips latched onto your neck.

“You're lovely you know that right? I don't think I told you how stunning you looked today”

You smiled sheepishly as he cupped your cheeks and kissed you while he murmured sweet honey into your ears.

“You did…twice actually” he smiled before he slipped your underwear down your legs, at times like this he couldn't really contain himself. Especially when he was away from you for days, the urge to get back to you and fuck you senseless would always eat him up. He had met you for the first time when you were just twenty one, and he always remembered you because you believed in his invention, you bought that ring that day and that memory was seared in his heart.

But you were too young for him, too innocent, so he didn't make his move that day. However the fate wasn't allowing him to move on from that encounter so it kept bringing you back to him until he had given into this feeling.

Next morning you woke up feeling tired but relaxed at the same time as he had completely worn you out. Nights like this were really affirming for you for several different reasons. He had already left for work, you grabbed your phone and called him but it went straight to voicemail so you put the phone down and sighed. Since you had your day off and had nothing much to do today you decided to call Shelly and your other friends to go for a brunch date.

Daemon was tired too that day and all he wanted to do was get back home early for once and surprise you since it was your day off. However he stepped into a silent house and an empty bedroom so he sighed and laid down on the bed with his business suit still on his body. He had organized the annual office party tomorrow so he knew he wouldn't get any peace moving forward.

He pulled out his phone to see if there was a text from you but there was nothing and he didn't want to disturb you if you were out shopping so he put it down and closed his eyes, it didn't take him long to drift into sleep.

As you returned home, you found Daemon passed out on the bed. Despite his exhausted state, he still managed to look adorable with his mouth open, that was one of his endearing qualities. You removed your heels, climbed onto the bed, and gently tucked his hair behind his ears. The sudden touch caused him to shift and wake up

“Hey theree” you mumbled softly as you climbed on top of him so he rubbed his eyes and gave you a smile.

“One day I come home early and you're not here to kiss me first thing” he feigned a hurt look so you gave him a pout..

“Sorry i didn't tell you, I was out for a brunch with Shelly”

"That's okay darling, I was jesting" Daemon said as he caressed your cheek with his fingers "How was your brunch?”

"Good, it's been long since we met so we had a couple of drinks" you said as you slowly undid his tie, you didn't understand how he was able to sleep like this.

“Sounds fun..” his smile dropped so you caressed his cheek with your thumb to bring his eyes back to you.

“What Is it? Work stuff?” you asked him softly.

“Mmmm ..I just..it's not that, i came home today and you weren't here and I just..felt sooo lonely..I'm not whining I'm just..is that how you feel when I'm not here for you?” He asked you softly so you leaned down and kissed his forehead.

“What do you want me to say?”

“Start with the truth and then you can sweeten it up to preserve my fragile ego” you chuckled as he said that

“I miss you of course.. would i want you to come back home like a normal guy once the work hour ends? Of Course i would but you're not a normal guy, you were born to do something great with your life and I'm here to support you all the way to the end..”

His eyes teared up as you said that so he flipped you around and laid you underneath him, you took his jacket off as he kissed your neck,

“I couldn't have done any of this without you”

“That's not true..you were doing this even before you met me..you would have done this with or without me–” he placed his thumb on your lips before you could go down this road,

“No you don't understand..you don't quite understand what you mean to me..” he mumbled tenderly as he kissed you over and over again, his lips barely brushed over yours as he kept mumbling between each kiss.

“Mmmm I think you made it clear when you made me your missus”

Your arms wrapped around his neck as he quickly rode your dress up and entered you swiftly,

“I love you.. and I'm sorry for being so absent –”

“It's okay..as long as you come back home, as long as you're mine and mine alone..it's all okay”

The next day at the office party you got all dolled up and hung around his arm throughout the evening. The party was the same as every year, he went all out to show his appreciation for the people who worked for TargSecure. People loved him, there was no questioning that, especially the women, he was extra attentive to their needs, they got higher pay and better leave days, their safety was the first priority for the company as Daemon wouldn't have it otherwise.

You saw Aemond and his wife Emma there so you spent your time with her while Daemon was busy with the employees, everything was the same as the past years.

However, there was this one little problem, one so insignificant and probably a figment of your imagination. And that small problem was your husband's young hot new secretary Sheena Mulaney that you knew was upto no good.

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intimacyequalsdeath · 1 year ago

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Bubz's Slasher Fictober Apple Crumble NSFW Alphabets Day 20: RZ Michael Myers

Day 20 is here! Only 11 more days of Fictober to go. I've decided the masterlist menu of everything on the first of November as that's obviously the first day anything non-Fictober related will go up. I do have something special planned for later in November so do keep tuned it!

Notes: Minors DNI, Smut, NSFW.

A is for Aftercare (What they're like after sex):

Wait? You want him to do what? Um ok? He probably will need a bit to warm up to anything really fluffy since he doesn't really know what aftercare and even after you explain it he'll probably be puzzled as to why that's something you want from him so take it slow.

B is for Body Part (Favorite on them and their partner):

He like his hands. All those years locked away in the mental hospital with all the time to make his masks the way he wants them. He doesn't really know emotions but he'd like to think he's proud of them.

On you it's your neck. His hands fit perfectly around it and he can give you a little squeeze if he wants. He has no desire to hurt you but he's also literally Michael Myers so the deep down urge is still always there.

C is for Cum (Anything to do with cum):

Michael isn't really a picky guy so anywhere is fine with him. You don't really get a say in it though, he cums where he wants and if you don't like it then that's too bad.

D is for Dirty Secret:

He sometimes pictures you in his head when he's out and about killing people and gets hard. The thrill of the kill only adds to this horniness and sometimes he's forced to jerk off right then and there, an image of you riding his cock in his mind and a dead body at his feet.

E is for Experience (How experienced are they?):

He's been locked in an asylum since he was a kid so no experience when you first meet but he's a really really quick learner. After the first couple sexual encounters he's pretty much got it down pat.

F is for Favorite Position:

Again something he's not too terribly picky about. Though he does prefer ones where he's in full control of you and your body (or should I say his).

G is for Goofy (How serious are they?):

Are you kidding? I don't think he's ever cracked a smile in his life. The most you'll get out of him is an amused sounding snort but that's about it. He takes sex like killing, very seriously.

H is for Hair (How well groomed are they?):

They don't let them have razors in the asylum and that's really all I'll say. So buy him a razor and maybe at least some instructions on what he should do.

I is for Intimacy (How are they during the act, romantic etc):

Doesn't know what romance is really. I mean he knows he feels at least something for you, isn't sure what it is, but he knows he feels it. So he'll try and focus on both your pleasures while he's fucking you.

J is for Jackoff (Do they masturbate and how often?):

He does it sometimes as it says under dirty secret. It was also the only form of anything sexual he could do in the asylum so when he got out he slowed down cause he had you but he never stopped doing it.

K is for Kink (Their kinks):

Big on predator and prey, he's not going to actually kill you but he likes to chase you through the woods then have his way with you on the forest floor. The thrill of the hunt really gets him going.

L is for Location (Favorite places to have sex):

Yet another thing Michael isn't going to be picky about. He can do it anywhere and everywhere he literally doesn't give a fuck. He prefers to have a bed at least for your sake since he can get...rough but if not he'll work with what he's got.

M is for Motivation (What turns them on?):

He's just kinda always turned on? Especially when he's around you. The whole thrill of the kill and all that's been mentioned also helps to get him going. Even if it's not particularly sexual it's more adrenaline then anything.

N is for No (Something they won't do):

There isn't really anything he won't do. He quite literally down for pretty much anything. If he wants to try something it's not like you really have a say it anything anyway.

He'll never actually force you into anything though, if you don't want to have sex he'll back off and go kill someone instead.

O is for Oral (Oral Preferences):

Hear me out, I can see him as someone who doesn't really enjoy getting his dick sucked. He just doesn't see the hype around it sure it feels good but he's just kinda eh about it.

P is for Pace (How fast or slow? Are they rough?):

Really really rough and medium speed. Like I'm talking your getting pinned down with your hands above his head while he bottoms out and thrusts his entire length into you at a pace he gets to set.

Q is for Quickie ( Do they like quickies?):

You have things that can be counted as quickies but Michael really is just gonna keep fucking until he's satisfied so don't expect quickies that are actually "quick".

R is for Risk (Are they down to experiment?):

Yeah he's pretty much down for just about anything. The only thing stopping him from doing something more then once is if he doesn't like it or if it doesn't do anything for him.

S if for Stamina (How long can they go for?):

Literally forever. Don't ask me how but literally forever.

T is for Toys (Do they use toys and do they like them?):

Another thing on the list of he's down for it but if he doesn't like it he's out. He does really like watching you fuck yourself with toys though, well until he starts to get jealous and throws the toy away so he can fuck you.

U if for Unfair (Do they like to tease?):

He teases but doesn't realize that's what he's doing. Like he'll get you so worked up then just toss you aside to leave for a night of murdering people and you'll just have to wait and suffer till he gets back.

V is for Volume (How loud can they get?):

Not a peep. Dead silence. The only sound that can be heard is you if you make any noise (He makes you) and the sound of skin slapping on skin.

W is for Wild Card (Random things):

Sometimes, rarely but it does happen. If he recognizes he's been just a bit too rough with you the next morning you'll wake up to a really poorly made attempt at a breakfast and no Michael in sight. He'll deny adamantly if you EVER ask him about it but he's obviously the culprit.

X is for X-Ray (What are they packing):

9 inches, and I'll be taking no further questions at this time.

Y is for Yearning (How high is their sex drive?):

As previously talked about he can really go whenever he feels like it for however long. Especially with you around, He may not be right in the head about whether or not he loves you but he knows for sure he loves fucking you.

Z is for ZZZ (How fast do they fall asleep?):

He doesn't really ever sleep to begin with? Sometimes you'll catch him dozing off after but only for a couple hours before he's up again ready to terrorize Haddonfield.

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the-way-astray · 4 months ago

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HEY so I skim read your new Keefe hate post and I have some thoughts I'd like to share (all good ones!!)

As someone who also wrote a very long essay about [a] fictional character(s) while citing the page number and book word by word, you freaking ACED it. I'm always gonna be impressed when people take the time to cite your source and give a in depth explanation about it

You're lowkey not too wrong about Keefe infantilizing Sophie. For something silly and stupid, like "Iggy ate my mallowmelt!! >:( Now im mad!!" yeah I bet Sophie would seem cute lol. But for when she's genuinely angry and pissed?? Maybe lay off a little bit dude 😭 Like cmon she can murder you with her mind- There are moments where he does talk about how powerful she is though, throughout the series, but tbh as much as he does that he probably inhantilize her too *shrug* I need to reread the series, but you are making some sense.

I need Keefe getting mad and someone asking him if he's on his period LMAOOOO

Anyways as someone who loves Keefe you're making valid points. He has his flaws, and sometimes he isn't the best person. In summary

Never post that on pinterest. Those crazy Keefe loving, Fitz hating, Sokeefe shipping 11 year olds will MURDER YOU. I will respect your opinion, but they sure don't.

(your opinion is valid and you have facts *clap and approving nod* you have my respect.)

the post in question

okay, first of all, i need this essay immediately. i literally do not care what it's about but words! lots of words! about kotlc! need.

ooh, thank you so much! i mentioned this in the post itself, but this is a rework. the quotes were originally in one post (copy-pasted from another post) and the explanation was in a reblog, which was hella annoying, so i condensed them. i suppose it does make much more sense now. and my explanation is based in the fact that i don't think people were understanding why this isn't a good thing to be saying, period, when i posted it for the first time. even without context.

yeah, keefe displays a consistent attitude of "sophie is so adorable and small and cute and ditzy and soft". seriously, if you don't believe me, read his perspective in unlocked (or don't, because i'm going to do it for you in my part two keefe rant). it's why i don't buy his accepting sophie as a leader in stellarlune (done in a very, very tell-not-show way, may i add), unless he went through some serious development in unraveled. i may have to dedicate a whole post to that topic . . . anyway, yeah, him calling her powerful and talented feels very, very, very tell-not-show, and when you look at his internal thoughts in unlocked, it portrays her very differently. i'm not a fan of the way he sees her, truly. it feels very dumbed down and uwu-ified. no quotes from unlocked have been put into the post, so i'll have to update it later, but if i included unlocked quotes, this post would be like sixteen times its length. but yeah, you should reread the series before you come to a serious opinion. i'm obviously incredibly biased.

GOODBYE I WAS CITING THAT POST BECAUSE IT GAVE OFF THE EXACT ENERGY I FEEL KEEFE GIVES OFF . . . I DON'T EVEN THINK ELVES HAVE PERIODS (please nobody bring back that cursed discussion again, please, i beg) BUT YOU'RE SO CORRECT. SOMEONE WRITE A HUMAN AU WHERE THIS HAPPENS IMMEDIATELY

yay, a level-headed keefe lover, i love you guys. lol . . . i don't plan to go on pinterest anytime soon, or ever (and i also don't even think pinterest's format even allows for a long post like this . . . ). honestly the thought would have never even crossed my mind, because keepblr is my one true love and i'd never cheat on her. but now that you mention it, it might be funny . . .

#jkjkjkjkjkjk i'm not actually gonna. dw lol i don't have a death wish #kotlc #anti keefe sencen #kotlc keefe #asks #crippling-pages #kotlc discourse

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tarnishedinquirer · 7 months ago

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The Two Fingers

I left Irina Hyetta and Boc and headed back to the Roundtable Hold. It was time to finally meet with the Two Fingers. Over time, my antipathy towards them had only grown. The Confessors. Whatever happened to Hyetta. The fact their "Finger Reader Crone" near Stormveil gave completely useless advice.

Time to find out who these guys are.

Well...can't say I expected that.

I was expecting either two old men (or maybe two creepy little girls), but not actual literal fingers. This world constantly finds new ways to surprise and unnerve me.

On closer examination, they were not truly fingers, though the resemblance was uncanny. They didn't have fingernails, for one. They also seemed to be made out of wood. Wood that had become old and rotten. The crone beside them introduced herself as Enia, and offered to translate their movements.

Sure you will. I know a con when I see one. Of course, this one old biddy is the only person in the entire world who can interpret what this half-rotted abomination really meant when it twitched. I'll play the mark if it means getting some info out of her.

The things barely moved and she launched into a whole freaking speech, clearly rehearsed.

Great Elden Ring, root of the Golden Order. Anchor of all lands, giver of grace, wellspring of all joy. Until it was shattered. The tragic corruption of the Order has taken its toll. Across the realm, life lies in ruin. Fallen to pieces. Foul curses and misery spread, unabating. But the Greater Will has not abandoned the realm, nor the life that inhabits it. So it is that the Tarnished are guided by grace. Called to act. Brave Tarnished, your Great Rune is a handsome shard of the Elden Ring. Seek another of its kind. To become Elden Lord, and restore the Golden Order.

Nothing I haven't heard before or been able to figure out myself. So much for divine wisdom.

She also also offered to turn my Remembrance into something connected to Godrick.

Axe of Godrick Greataxe wielded by Godrick the Grafted. This golden battleaxe is emblazoned with the figure of a beast, representing the strength of Godfrey, First Elden Lord and patriarch of the golden lineage.

Again. Godfrey founded the golden lineage, but it never says anything about Marika. It's a glaring omission.

The voice didn't have anything interesting to say about the grafted dragon head, but I noticed that the vision Enia showed me was very different from the one on Godrick's arm. It had little legs, and was lacking the grotesque boils that appeared on the other one.

After she showed me the visions, and the Voice had said its piece, I decided I didn't really want either of them right now and simply consuming the runes would be the more pragmatic approach. Should I change my mind, I'll try the Wandering Mausoleum, now that I know what a Remembrance is.

She also explained Great Runes to me, but again, nothing I hadn't heard before. If the taint of runes drove the demigods mad, why would I even want one? Why does she assume I'd be any different? She siipped into talking for the fingers when she told me to kill the demigods without mercy. Guess she didn't want her own words to sounds so bloodthirsty.

All in all? I wasn't impressed by any of this. I had assumed the Fingers to be some sort of masterminds but no, it's just a decrepit monster that can't even speak for itself. A con artist fortune teller pretends to translate for it while really just telling me what she thinks I want to hear.

I'll have to talk to Gideon Ofnir about this. The others might buy into this, but for his faults, he's no mark.

Before I left, I took note of the throne behind the fingers. Identical to Godfrey's Throne in Stormveil. File that away for later.

Were the Two Fingers ever able to make themselves understood without a "translator"?

How long has this con been going on?

Why do they sit on a copy of Godfrey's throne?

#elden ring #elden ring lore #in character #in character blog #in character post #let's play #the two fingers #finger readers #enia #godrick the grafted #godrick the golden #godrick #dragons

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clonerightsagenda · 1 year ago

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Sick

We're most of the way through disability pride month and I'm not sure if I'll ever finish this WIP because I'm stuck over how literal to make some of the elements. So, I am posting it because I am curious if any of the weirdness resonates with other people. Enjoy my magical disability cure codependent haunting thing, and also I am going to post a rambling author's note about it.

The morning after the surgery, your Sick is sitting at the kitchen table. It looks good, for a corpse. It’s wearing the ‘I love dying and being dead’ t-shirt you joked about buying two diagnoses ago, pulled over a laced-shut hospital gown.

“What?” it asks. “You had more of a sense of humor when you were sick.”

The doctors warned you that your neurochemistry might be out of balance. You’re adjusting to the sudden lifting of brain fog after moving through the world in a protective cocoon of pharmaceuticals. They didn’t mention hallucinations.

“Think of me like a phantom limb.” Your Sick sips one of those awful plant-based protein drinks that still lurk in the back of your pantry. “Why did you do it?”

Talking to hallucinations probably makes them worse. You do it anyway. “You were killing me.”

“This world is killing you. But you finished yourself off first.”

You sit down across from it in one effortless motion. “That’s not what happened.”

“Right. I’m the enemy. So it doesn’t matter if I’m rotting at the bottom of a biohazard bin.” It considers you. “What’s it like not to hurt?”

What is it like? You’d woken up and lain there for a while, waiting. “Like holding my breath.”

“You’re in charge of all that now.” It nods, the motion referencing the length of your body. “Need to stay on top of it.”

“Like I need advice from you,” you say, but you blink, and the phantom’s gone.

60,000 pieces of microplastic. 7.2 micrograms per liter of per- and polyfluoroalkyl substances. 1:640 antinuclear antibody titer.

That's what they peel you out of. A second nervous system of petroleum products and misfiring T cells, the stuff that's been running your life via mob rule for a decade. They tell you that you weigh five grams less now.

They tell you, don't be surprised if at first it feels like something is missing.

I thought that was just for rich people, your friend says. She messaged you to remind you to take your meds, and you told her that you would never have to take your meds again. Celebrities and politicians.

Work decided it was cheaper to fix me than replace me, you message back. Score one for being essential.

Perks of your top-secret job.

I promise it's boring. Critical infrastructure usually is.

Did you look?

Some people share post-op pictures. They’re usually underwhelming if you don’t know what to look for - the subtle swelling over an aggravated nerve, hints of boniness in the knuckles. Shadows of bruises that never go away. No. I should’ve, though. I asked for hospital socks when they were prepping me but then obviously after I didn’t have them anymore. Who knows if I’ll get another chance.

You might be finished with surgeries forever and you’re disappointed because you can’t get any more grippy socks.

I'll miss the warm blankets too.

Your Sick crawled inside you when you were nineteen years old. It wouldn’t let you get out of bed.

“Help,” it croaked.

Your roommate (only your roommate then) came the second time it called. She was in her pajamas, her hair a dark tangle. You never asked for her help, even when your hands got so sore you couldn’t open jars without five minutes of struggle. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t feel right,” it said.

Her face softened. “I thought you looked rough yesterday. I don’t have class this morning; do you want me to make something? Call anybody?”

No, you tried to say. I can handle it.

“I think I need to go to the doctor,” your Sick said instead.

You had been putting it off. The doctor meant admitting something was wrong, meant – most importantly – a $30 copay. But healthy people never understand when you try to tell them. At a certain point, your body stops being yours.

Your Sick turned up its nose at greasy slices of campus pizza. It politely but firmly refused invitations for a night out. It sanded the branching tree of your life into a wooden sphere it could cup in the palm of its hand.

“You’re ruining my life,” you told the mirror.

It tilted your head. You read your own confusion. “I’m protecting you.”

“Mask,” your Sick says from behind you. It looks worse today – skin gone gray and patchy, with a shimmer of microplastic shards risen to the surface like body glitter. The shine complements the sequined mask secured over its own face.

You scowl, bag swung over one shoulder. You haven’t gone out since the surgery – you can work from home, you haven’t canceled grocery delivery yet – and now that you’re venturing through your front door, the phantom is back. You had reached for one of the masks on the table by the door before dropping it back into the bowl. “I don’t need it now.”

“So respiratory diseases don’t exist anymore? Dumbass.”

The objection reminds you of your own aggrieved complaints: why don’t people plan events with us in mind, don’t they know how many people there are with immune systems one shove away from collapsing, the world’s not getting any safer.

That was your Sick talking. You don’t have to worry anymore.

“You weren’t doing a good job taking care of me before, and you’re not doing a good job of it now.”

Its eyebrows rise. Black liquid has seeped through the cloth of its mask. “And fuck everyone else like you?”

“Like you,” you say, and slam the door in its face.

Outside, the breeze brushes your cheeks. You don’t have to sit down because you miscalculated the balance of meds and breakfast. You start to scan your surroundings for bathrooms, just in case, and then dismiss the impulse because you’re fine.

You’re better than that.

Three hours in, you realize you’ve been curling your fingers into a fist and then opening them again. You only notice because the joints start to ache. It feels familiar.

Nothing else does.

A notification flashes in the corner of your screen. There’s new activity in one of the forum conversations you’ve been following.

It’s rich people doing what they always do. Wreck the planet? It’s fine, we can get a new one! Wreck your body? It’s fine, we can get a new one of that too. There’s no incentive to improve the situation if you can buy your way out of the problem.

I’d buy my way out too, but there’s no way I could afford it

Then you’d eat your first plastic salad and get sick again. See what I mean?

The new ones are supposed to be more resilient

But it’s not yours

Remember any theological debates go in the quarantine thread

I don’t mean it like that. I just think you’re interfering with your relationship with your body, and that’s a fundamental part of who you are, right? Whether or not a s*ul exists

There’s not a bot monitoring this thread. You don’t have to censor it.

Sorry, habit

Mod is human, asterisks don’t stop me. But they are a screenreader issue, so please edit your post.

You used to frequent disability forums. They had useful resources. Jokes, too, like the t-shirt your Sick wears over its hospital gown. But you can’t understand the people who embrace their disfunction. You took a time-honored approach to your medical misfortune. Cancer. Pregnancy. Demonic possession. Petrochemicals. There is something inside me, and I want it out.

These people helped you, but you don’t need them anymore. So instead of saying anything, you log off the forum for the last time.

You do tell your coworkers, who are excited for you. They pester you with questions over Slack: How long did it take? Did you look? Does it hurt?

Your boss messages you, When can you come back to the office?

You frown at the screen. The work you’ve been doing from home is good – better than what you’ve produced for years now that your head is clear. But your boss has always been old fashioned. Remote work was a concession that there’s no justification for now.

Monday, if you want, you type back.

That gets you an immediate thumbs up reaction, followed by, We’re all so glad you’re ok.

That chafes you in a spot rubbed raw. Everyone assumes once the problem they know about has been addressed, everything else must be resolved too. You must be ok.

Which you are, this time.

Your best friend comes to visit. She brings beers you couldn’t drink with your meds and a greasy pizza that settles in your stomach like a snake planning to strike later. It tastes amazing – you run your tongue over your teeth to capture the last traces of salty richness and tell yourself next time your body will recognize good food.

She’s spent the whole visit on your sofa. You have an air mattress from when she used to sleep on your floor while you were recovering from surgeries. She hasn’t asked you to bring it out, and you’re not sure how to ask if she’s staying. Instead you keep stealing glances at her, the curve of her cheek that’s the first thing you’d see when you looked over the side of your bed in the middle of the night, the hands that have held your hair back from the toilet bowl and now rest on her lap.

She keeps looking at you too. You wonder if she sees a difference.

After the silence and sidelong glances build into an itchy layer on your skin, you lean over, clutch the front of her shirt, and kiss her. She freezes and then kisses you back, gingerly, the way you'd investigate an unexpected bruise. There’s pizza grease on both your lips. Rich and unfamiliar.

You’re the one who pulls away. "I'm sorry," you say. "That's not what I want."

She’s stiff under her softness, like an examination table. "I didn’t think so. I didn't think you did that kind of thing."

You don’t. It’s the silence. Your empty floor. Her hands, resting on her lap. "I just thought…” you try. “That kind of closeness is enough for everyone else."

Your fingers are still clenched in her shirt. She looks at them until you untangle them, one by one. The knuckles don’t ache.

She shakes her head. "It's like you don't want to be better."

“That went well,” your Sick says after the door swings shut.

“It’s your fault.”

It tilts its head on a neck that’s looser than it should be. “I didn’t do anything.”

It’s right. When you were sick you could request a shoulder rub to loosen tight muscles or hike up your shirt, no seduction, no bullshit, to ask if that rash looked bad. You could open your mouth and let the truth of your predicament outweigh prudishness or shame.

You don’t know how to ask people to touch you anymore.

It leans in close. “You need me,” it says. Oil bubbles over its lips and slicks its chin. “I was always your excuse.”

That weekend you watch your phone sit silent on the table, no pings from forum posts or medication reminders. Your Sick drifts over. It’s no longer a rotting corpse leaking garbage. It looks dead in the way you used to whenever you looked in the mirror.

Wherever it is in the real world, it doesn’t look like that anymore. From what you remember from the booklets they gave you, it’s already gone.

“Not going to explain yourself, huh?” asks your hallucination. Your haunting.

You shrug. What would you say to her? I took away the foundation of my life and don’t know what’s underneath. You only started being my friend when I needed help, so what’s left for us? There was always another medication or appointment or symptom but now everything’s fine and I’m still holding my breath.

You’ve gotten used to letting someone else talk for you.

“I was killing you,” it says.

That’s what you said. You look at the lines around its eyes and imagine a billion tiny swords raised against invaders that poured in every time you took a breath to light your joints up with friendly fire. “You were protecting me.”

“I was the worst part of you.”

“You were.” You flex your perfect, painless fingers. “Do I miss it?”

It grins and leans against the back of your chair, wrapping chilly arms around your waist. “I just wanted to make you say it.”

The grip around your belly aches in a way you recognize. Dull pain that makes its home in you. Cozy as curling up in bed with a headache. You look back at your silent phone. “Which one of us did she come here for?”

“Only one way to find out.”

You could reach out, but you don’t move. You have never known how to ask for help.

Your Sick sighs. It loosens its grip and reaches over your shoulder to lace corpse-cool fingers between yours. Then it lifts your combined hands in a swoop like the first dose of anesthesia, when the orderlies wheel you away and everything is out of your control. “Come on,” she says. Her breath is a puff of disinfectant on your cheek. “Let’s do it like we used to.”

After you came out of the anesthesia, the surgeons asked if you wanted to see your old body. You said no. You’d spent long enough inside it – it was something you wanted to leave behind. Besides, even after all the pamphlets and counseling sessions, you worried seeing your vacant face would jar something loose. Convince you like those cranks on the disability forums that you’d severed a connection that was irrevocable.

If you could do it again, you’d say yes. Step inside the morgue – no, they wouldn’t have moved it to the morgue yet, they’d want you to have a better venue to say goodbye – and catalogue the subtle changes only you could see. The swollen knuckles, flushed cheeks. All the other differences locked inside.

You imagine bending down and lifting the body the way it lifted you once, cradling its head in the crook of your arm. Imagine kissing your Sick and feeling poisonous tendrils creep down your throat to coat your insides with grime.

You imagine saying, welcome home.

(Author's note)

#kat writes

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echantedtoon · 1 year ago

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Demon Bride Ch14 Of Reading And Memories

(SMALL UPDATE: Yeah. I realize this chapter is pretty later than most but irl stuff is happening that's making it a bit harder for me to get these out quick so chapters will be coming out much later. So here's what I'll be doing. I'll be writing a handful of chapters and them post them in a small bundle. Thanks everyone for their patience.

Warning: Mentioning of reader's injuries also reader gets a papercut and a little bit of blood is shown, also mentioning of past abuse, death, killing, and past abusive homes considering the Spider Family. Kyogai does have a garden, it looks something like the picture linked below only a bit bigger. Also spider family is Rui's actual family for this au.

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"But it's strange Enmu would mention flowers."

Your head briefly turned to the door as you heard Kaigaku's angry voice yell some kind of profanity you couldn't quite make out from down the halls before looking back to Kyogai. "Why would it be strange that excuse of man would mention flowers?"

You didn't think it was that strange this Enmu person would complain about the women around here wearing perfume. Yes it was a bit rude but everyone had different opinions on it. You yourself thought some perfumes were too strong which was why you never wore any...Aside from the fact that you were literally too poor to ever buy even the cheapest of perfumes. Plus there was mostly women servants here. Of course ladies were going to wear make up. But Kyogai only rose a confused brow in general.

"None of my servants wear perfume. In fact it's banned."

"Wait. Seriously?"

He nodded. "The scent attracts troublemakers to my home too often, and to be honest, it clogs my sense of smell which can be dangerous if an emergency were to arise. And I hate the thought of it! Perfume is no substitute for a good bath with soap!"

Well you kind of agreed with him on that part. "Then why would he mention perfume?"

Kyogai just waved you off casually. "Eh. Enmu spends a lot of time managing a train. Many humans and demons alike use it for travel, and many of them are women. He must have smelt it so many times, it's been ingrained within his insanity." With a gentle hand he patted your shoulder before standing back up. "Either way, we know what is wrong, and fortunately it is not as serious as I feared." He smiled at you happily. "You'll be able to walk again with no long term damage."

"Yes.." You slowly looked up at with a deep frown. "But now I'm expected to stay here for an entire extra month!?"

Kyogai blinked before giving a guilted look and clearing his throat. "W-Well...I mean-..You were planning on staying until this month is over and when mating season ends anyways."

"Yes. But that would've been just two weeks minimum, Kyogai. But now that man says I HAVE to stay for an extra three weeks!? Is that even needed!? You yourself said he's crazy."

"Enmu IS crazy," Kyogai clarified holding up his hands, "But he is mad in an annoying and perverse way. He is not crazy in a literal insanity seeing things that aren't really there way, no matter how much that seems to be the case. I do not usually take his words seriously but...I was not lying when I said he's very wise in medicine. If he says it's best for your health to stay here longer-..." He sighed. "Then I'm afraid it is out of my hands, and you have heard him. He will not return for a month's time, so he won't be able to give you another check up until then. You will have to wait, Y/n."

Your stomach and expression dropped. You'd have to spend an ENTIRE MONTH just-...Sitting down in a chair for days on end doing nothing!? By gods you'll go stir crazy! There was literally nothing you'd be able to do then! No walking around, no seeing others, no going outside- Just you being stuck again! ...At least your leg won't be stuck inside of a bucket of cold water anymore. That was the most annoying part of this entire ordeal. With the glass jar Enmu handed him in one hand, Kyogai excused himself out of the room with the excuse of making sure Kaigaku didn't try to start a fight with Enmu and making sure the small man didn't try anymore of his tricks. But he made sure to send Eri back to you as soon as she was finished cleaning the spilt bucket of water, and she seemed fairly concerned about your wellbeing as well. Fretting and looking almost panicked when she came running in. All four eyes blown wide open in concern.

"Mistress Y/n!," she practically broke more of your bones in her grip as two hands grabbed your shoulders and another pair grabbed your cheeks. "Are you ok?! Lord Enmu didn't do anything to you did he!? I'm so sorry I wasn't able to help you more."

You practically had to shove Eri off you before she released your poor body. "I'm FINE!," you stressed with a hiss from your sore cheeks, "And I don't get why everyone's so worried about him seeing me. Isn't he supposed to be a doctor?"

"Well...yes. But Lord Enmu's known for being a pervert despite actually knowing about human medicine."

You ended up staring at her for a solid ten seconds. "...WHAT!?"

"Yes. I'm surprised you didn't know."

"HOW was I supposed to know that!?"

"....Ooooh. Oh right. I keep forgetting you're not from around here, so you actually wouldn't know about him."

You face palmed after that.

Well what now? The same things as always, starting the very next day. Minus the constant buckets of water, you found yourself starting to get bored just sitting and talking to Eri all day. As much fun as it was to talk to Eri no matter how delightful she was, you were really starting to feel very bad stir crazy. But you did get some break from it when you read the thick book of stories both to yourself and out loud to Eri. You hadn't gotten much chance to read a lot of stories growing up despite your grandmother teaching you how to read and write from a young age and having a small (barely qualified-) library in your small village, being too busy with many things. Taking care of your elderly grandmother and barely qualified small farm, and of course working your way through that debt that always loomed over your head. So you didn't have much time for such things growing up, but now you guessed was a good enough time to do so. Your foot also felt better and better slowly day by day as January slowly started coming to a close until later when out of curiosity you asked Eri, and she confirmed that January would be over in another three days. My. How time flew. But one good thing would come from that at least you wouldn't have to worry about anymore irrational men bothering you-

SLAM!!!

The book you were holding fell from your hands startled from the sliding door to a room being slammed open with enough force to rattle the doorway and make the sound echo out into the hallway. Luckily Eri wasn't here at the moment, otherwise she would've most likely fallen onto you from peering over your shoulder at the book like she usually did, and toppled the both of you over.

"SOMEONE GET ME SOME DAM FOOD!!," an angry voice raged from the hallway just outside your door making you snap your head to it, "AND THEN LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE!! I DON'T WANT TO BE BOTHERED!!"

Speaking of irrational men-

There was a few stomps followed by a yet another equally as loud slamming noise signaling a door had been slammed closed. Ah. Right. You forgot that Kaigaku's room was literally right across from yours, so you'd be able to hear any yelling and raving he decided to do. Great. His muttering was so loud you could faintly hear his mumbling through both your doors, so either his voice was always very loud or these walls were very thin. Sigh. Oh well. You just had to remember.

This wasn't permanent.

Sure. You might have to stay here for a little longer than you wanted to, but in the end you'll be out of here still. It was only a matter of time, and as much as that Enmu man was strange, he was also right. It wouldn't be good on your ankle if you pushed yourself too much or too hard so soon. It would be better to lie low and just let your ankle heal for now-

"DAM IT!! WHERE'S MY SWORD POLISH!?''

You glanced back towards the door with a deadpanned face.

Yes. It was temporary but it would surely be a llooooonngg month ahead of you. But surely you'll be able to withstand him for the time being. Surely-

"My lady, will you please tell me again why you're insisting on carrying on like this? I must look ridiculous I must say."

"Because I want some fresh air for once! And Kaigaku's yells are getting on my nerves!''

That's it! You've had it! YOU COULDN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!!! Kaigaku has been here for most of this week! How did you know if you rarely ever left your room? Simple enough. You heard him. Did that numbskull ever sleep!? You swore it was like he had a built it inferno that kept him blasting that fiery temper all the time. When you were trying to eat he'd make a sound so loud, you ended up dropping more than one tray over yourself in a startle. Poor Eri had to more than once take you to the women's bath for an emergency clean because you'd spill it all over yourself. You had to end up having Eri look to see if Kaigaku was nearby before you ate anything in order to make sure you wouldn't end up accidentally spilling it on yourself. Not to mention the inconvenient times he kept you up in the middle of the night AND day! Whenever you tried to sleep he'd be awake for so long it'd take forever before you could actually fall asleep. He'd wake up so early that you couldn't even sleep in before Eri fetched you for breakfast. You had asked Eri if maybe Kyogai could talk to Kaigaku and make him quiet it down, but unfortunately it seemed the odds were against you.

"I can try- I mean..Lord Kyogai can try, but with Lord Kaigaku being of higher rank, he doesn't have to listen to my lord. So even if he did tell him to be silent, he most likely wouldn't."

There goes that hope. Sigh. Well you couldn't take it anymore! You NEEDED some form of peace and quiet. Even if you had to have Eri carry you to get it! You rather quickly learnt there was a garden area within the back of the mansion, fenced off of course to the rest of the forest so no outsiders could get in, but a garden nonetheless. It sounded perfect! So you asked Eri about it and she confirmed it was in fact a real garden and that it was open to all the in the mansion which included you! Wonderful! With Kaigaku being angry around the mansion, then maybe you'd get SOME kind of peace and quiet outside. So early one morning, you took Eri aside and talked her into (forced her-) to agree to take you to the garden that very morning. She of course was against the idea but in the end you convinced her (otherwise you would've crawled there yourself. Which lead to the now, with Eri bridal carrying you towards a section of the mansion you haven't seen before. Some other passing servants gave you a brief glance but it seems everyone had gotten used to your presence because most just ignored Eri, going around on their own merry way with whatever work they were tasked with.

"Well if you ask me, it's a bit troubling. What if you trip?"

"What's so bad about going outside? Fresh air is good for you," you countered back holding up your hand, "It's also more peaceful outside and less stress would be good for me too." You gripped onto the large book harder as Eri nimbly squeezed past someone nearly making you lose grip onto the large thing. You hadn't yet finished it due to the amount of times you fell asleep awkwardly on the chair due to Kaigaku keeping you up at random hours of the night. You were feeling alright today, so maybe you'd be able to actually start reading it again. The stories were actually starting to get really good! "It's actually better than having me just sit in that stuffy room all day."

Eri hummed in thought while walking. "You're not wrong. It would be good on your weaker body to avoid stress until Lord Enmu arrives back."

You decided not to be offended by her words and just be glad you convinced her of something nice. What felt like forever of Eri walking was only in reality maybe another five or six minutes before she stopped in front of a rather unusual large sliding door which made you raise a brow upon first seeing it. It was much larger than all the other sliding doors you've seen and heavier, but you didn't get to question Eri about it as she just reached one of her many hands over to it and with a small noise, it began to just slide open until the both of you were exposed to a wave of warm air washing over the both of you. The likes of which you hadn't felt in quite a few days, the feeling of warm air suddenly blowing over your body, as well as the sudden flash of light everywhere made your body shiver and your eyes close for only a moment, hand raised up to block out that light in a failed attempt. Your natural instincts made you blink away the brought splotches and dots of light until f/c eyes were able to get used to said warm light, allowing them to see what was in front of them. And you let your eyes wonder in awe at the sight in front of you.

It was a garden.

A very well, very beautiful, very peaceful looking garden.

It was bigger than you expected, but also a lot smaller than you thought a rich demon such as Kyogai would have. Beautifully green grass was trimmed very neatly, and looked soft enough to use as a bed in it's own right, stretching along the outside of the house until it stopped right next to a line of rocks which separated the garden into two sections. Within the grassy section was a beautiful small stream just big enough to be considered one which lead to a pond about the size of your old one room home. The clear blue water sparkled as the sunlight reflected off it's surface, and reflections of the not-yet blooming flower bushes surrounding the pond beamed at themselves. You were sure the sight would be even more beautiful when the bushes eventually bloomed later once they fully wakened from the long cold. Eri didn't say anything to your reaction but stepped down once from the building and onto the ground below before turning and began walking off towards something. You on the other hand kept looking around. There was a small red bridge stationed over the small stream for everyone who didn't feel like jumping over the small stream, and the entire garden was surrounded by a thick brick wall so high that it might've been bigger than the mansion's walls themselves, and on top of those were metal spikes jutting up from the top. Strange, but maybe that was for any intruders trying to scale the wall. A small line of rocks devided the garden in two sections. One being the showy garden Eri was carrying you through, and the other looked more like an actual fruit and vegetable garden. Having a few raised beds sticking out from the ground, as well as a few of the men servants using a couple gardening hoes as well as one pulling a plow as a horse or ox would. They were the only ones besides you out here so, out of pure curiosity, you pointed them out to Eri taking a break from your awe.

"Those men. What are they doing?"

Eri hummed and gave the briefest of glances over her shoulder- "Oh! Them. They are preparing the garden to be used once the air becomes stable warm."

"I had no idea you grew your own food."

"Oh yes. We grow most of what we eat and hunt the rest from the forest, although we do import some things if my Lord wishes it." She finally stopped and you yelped when you were suddenly placed down on what must've been the softest grass you had ever felt in your life and Eri leaned you against something hard but cold feeling. "There you are. You should find this comfortable."

You blinked up at her before twisting your head upwards behind yourself, and saw that you were leaning against a thin but old looking tree. A-...A cherry blossom tree perhaps? But like the flowering bushes, it hadn't bloomed or budded yet. Completely Barran of any usually pretty pink petals.

"It seems that nothing has blossomed yet."

"I'm not actually sure if this tree will actually bloom this year, My Lady," Eri sighed before leaning back up and crossing all four of her arms, "It is a very old tree I'm afraid and the gardeners were barely able to bring it to life last year as it was. Lord Kyogai's concerned that he might have to end up replacing it. Hopefully with something less messy. The visage is beautiful but raking up all the fallen leaves has it's annoyance, but then again that's usually what the gardener is for. He's usually the one who keeps the garden in keep and in charge of the food growing."

Kyogai has a personal-...No. You shook your head. You shouldn't be surprised by now. If Kyogai was such nobility by demon standards to have not only a giant mansion and servants, then you shouldn't be surprised that he would also have a personal gardener as a part of those servants. But something about what Eri said next made you pause and look at her.

"It's still a bit chilly for a human to be out, so we shouldn't stay out here for too long. I'm also a bit anxious as it's the last day of courting season, that's when some men become more desperate. But you should be safe within the walls of the garden. The spines along it are made of pure nichirin, so no one would dare try to enter even if they were stupid enough to cross a Lord."

"Ah. Yes, today is the last day of January isn't it? Good." At least you wouldn't have to worry about that after today. But now that she brought that up- You took a moment to look over at the few demon men whom still worked. They might've looked up to glance at the two of you, but went back to minding their own business. Like the many lady servants, they also had many inhuman features like insane colored hair, or animal like traits to them, or something as simple as just having a pair of horns on their head. But what caught your attention was that..Well. Was the fact that you didn't catch their attention. Obviously if you pointed out that fact, anyone would've brushed you off because why would they pay attention to you when they had work to do? Or that it could be explained that they had gotten used to a human living temporarily with them for the moment. But you couldn't help but wonder something very obvious to you. "Eri." She hummed and you pointed at the working men. "Who are those men?"

"They are just more servants. Why?"

"How come they aren't acting like the men who chased me in here in the first place?..In fact, how are Kyogai and Kaigaku a-and those others not acting like crazed lunatics?!" That had been something that had been on your mind a bit in the background but it never got to the forefront of your brain until now. "Wouldn't they also try to find a companion?"

Eri blinked before smiling and assuring you with a wave of her hand. "Oh! You need not worry about that! Lord Kyogai would never allow someone like that within his walls. All the men in his servitude are all married to one of the women here, so they have no need to seek something like that." You breathed out a sigh of relief at that small good news. At least something good was happening in your long list of bad fortunes. "And you needn't worry about any of the lords. As far as I know, none are very interested in taking any wives."

You blinked lightly surprised by her words. "Really? Why is that?"

She shrugged. "I haven't the faintest idea. They're all too busy serving our Master to think about such things I suppose. The only lord I know who's been married is Lord Hantengu but I haven't heard very much about anything else, and frankly.." She rose a brow at you. "I don't think it is any of our business to know what our lords are up to in their personal lives. They are entitled to their own privacy aren't they?"

Well when Eri put it like that, she did have a solid point. You weren't going to be staying here anyways so you shouldn't dig into these demons' private lives anyways. It didn't concern you and it wasn't any of your business. It would make things easier for everyone to just mind your own business until you were allowed to leave. With a nod you just simply reopened the book to where you thought you left off last, and gestured with one hand next to you on the beautifully cut grass. Eri beamed instantly and obliged immediately sitting down with a small thud.

"Well then, shall I continue where we left off the other day?"

"Oh yes please! I believe you were reading the story about the human and fell in love with the demon prince!"

"Oh yes! Now where was I?" F/c eyes scanned the paper before catching one sentence. "Here we go."

The music of the giant ballroom gently flowed throughout and between the beautiful decorations wrapped around the walls. The way the candles lit up the surroundings and made the shadows beautifully dance against the walls. The way the smell of delicious food and flowers wafted through the air. The beautiful music mixing with the laughter and talking of the guests around the whole place. It was almost like a dream. Everyone having a great time behind their masked faces, no one telling who they were or maybe that was all part of the game. The fun of not knowing who you were speaking too and being able to be your own person tonight. But maybe she wasn't meant to join the fun and laughter that everyone else seemed to be having. Being maskless and alone wondering the ball was the lonely fate of the girl in the flowing white dress. Blindly walking and circles, moving around. The sounds, the smells, the atmosphere. It was starting to make her dizzy. Everyway she'd turn she would catch a glimpse of a man with beautiful eyes.

Very familiar eyes. Her dizzied mind knew not to be afraid or excited about the way it gazed and pierced her soul. The way he looked at her with those beautiful eyes. Promising only trouble ahead. Well maybe she was looking for trouble, her head was kept on a swivel, always looking around herself in the see of masked laughter. Sometimes she'd catch a glimpse of it or maybe it was just her clouded emotional mind. At this point she didn't know if she was searching for him or trying to ensure she was far from him. But however she put it, the circles and laughter was starting to get dizzier and dizzier. She barely noticed when someone tall and with a mask, bowed to her. Grabbed her hand. And lead her to dance. Maybe it was because she was temporarily blinded by the mask upon his face, or the swirls of the graceful dance they spun. But there was no mistaking those red eyes. Perhaps she was crazy. Perhaps her dizzy mind was clouding any judgement. Maybe she was under some kind of spell from those beautiful eyes. But when those fangs smiled at her-

She smiled back.

January passed by within a blink of an eye and soon the first few days of February began as did your own personal journey of building your strength back up. You had decided then and there that you had wasted enough time just sitting around and had started walking again, but slowly. Your ankle didn't hurt anymore by now but you weren't really ready to start running or jumping just yet, and you wouldn't risk hurting yourself again. But you also reasoned that you had to build strength back in your body specifically your legs if you wanted to continue treading around the mountain again. You'd need it actually. Of course Eri had been against the idea and insisted she could just easily carry you but you refused.

"I can walk perfectly fine by myself. I may not be as strong as you but I'm not weak by any means."

"B-But Lord Enmu said to stay off your legs for a few more weeks-"

"No. He specifically said to not walk on it for another week and to take it easy for a few more weeks after, and I've done exactly what he said. And I won't allow you to carry me anymore, I need to start rebuilding my body's strength."

"But Lord Kyogai told me to specifically look after you until Lord Enmu comes back!," she whined making you sigh.

"You can still look after me! I'm not making you quit. I'm just doing what must be done."

Eri sighed in relief as she still walked after you making you roll your eyes making your way back towards the garden. It wasn't even the first week into February and it was still a bit nippy outside, but you found yourself wondering back to the garden book under your arm with Eri in tow. You missed the sunshine and the feeling of being outside out of that stuffy room of yours. Kaigaku had also taken off not too long ago so you had gotten at least two nights of good rest thank goodness, but you didn't know when he would be back and start up a fuss again. You hadn't seen much of Kyogai either. Eri had said he'd been rather busy with work and rather not be bothered if it wasn't important. You respected that. Poor guy probably had enough on his plate as it was, he didn't you further troubling him. However that didn't mean you were going to be demon free for too long. One day you went to the garden as usual after Eri had given you breakfast and the both of you had settled down once again by the tree happily able to continue on through the book. By now you had finished it and had read most stories outload to Eri, but you both enjoyed re-reading them together. However. This time. Was different. Because after a while of just sitting there, you had felt eyes on you- Well eyes other than Eri. But when you looked, no one other than Eri was there looking at you. ...Hm. Odd. But oh well. It was probably just your imagination. Or it would've been if the next day the same thing didn't happen again. Again the same feeling came over you and you looked up again not seeing anything at first, before looking to the sliding door leading back inside the mansion. There was a small crack in the door just enough for someone to peek out and you just caught a glimpse of a white blur quickly dashing away from sight. The sight made you blink and stare at where it disappeared from making Eri after a few seconds raise a brow and turn her eyes behind her towards the large sliding door as well. After a few seconds of not seeing anything, she turned back to you confused.

"What are you staring at?"

Your response was to point at the door. "There was someone spying on us from the door." That response sure got Eri to spin her head right around again. Your brow furrowed. "And I think they were spying on us yesterday as well."

"That's not suspicious at all...Did you see who it was?"

You shook your head no. "No. But whomever they were, they were quick."

Eri hummed and narrowed all four of her eyes at the now vacant door. "...Well don't worry about that too much. I'll certainly take care of it all. "

"What are you planning on doing?"

"Do not worry about that, Mistress. Rest assured that come tomorrow, we will see who's attempting to spy their little eyes on you."

You were not sure what exactly Eri had planned and you were going to have to wait until the next day to find out. The next day did come and when Eri brought you breakfast you asked her about it but all she said was-

"Do not worry about it."

Again the both of you went through the routine of going to the garden and taking up your usual spots- Or at least you did. You were surprised when you saw Eri hanging back in front of the door, deliberately leaving the giant wooden door open a crack on purpose.

"Eri. What are you doing?"

"Don't worry about it. Just act as if nothing usual is happening and don't draw attention to me," she said before crossing all of her arms and positioning herself in such a way that if anyone stood in front of the crack, she could see them but they couldn't see her leaning against the door-

Oh...OH!! She was planning on a small ambush surprise for your little spier whoever they were. But there was no guarantee that they would come back again after you caught them the other day, but again you were wrong. Because not even twenty minutes of you sitting there, slightly anxious and pretending to read while taking glances at Eri and the door out of the corners of your eyes, something did happen. Small footsteps approached the door making Eri's ears perk up and make all eyes slowly trail towards the door, eyes narrowing. The small pitter patter of footsteps slowly making their way across from the other side of the door and Eri's head slowly followed them until the figure they belonged too stopped just outside the door one step away from the crack she deliberately left open. Anyone could literally peek out and see the outside if they really wanted to, and anyone with half a brain could see this was obviously a trap to catch the peeping person, but she guessed whoever this was wasn't too smart because she clearly saw someone as pale as snow step towards the crack. And that's when you heard it as clear as day-

S L A M!!!

The sound of a very heavy and hard door being slammed open with the force of ten grown men easily followed by the sounds of two high pitched screams. The screaming made you jump, the book tumbling from your hands and onto the grass below with a soft thud. The screams also made the few male servants working the garden pause in their work and turn their gazes over towards the direction of where they came from.

"So it's YOU TWO!!" You blinked and finally looked over to where the voices were coming from. Eri was standing in the doorway, back to you and hands on her hips glaring downwards at-..at..something as she spoke. "What in the Master's name do you think you're doing!?" She demanded at something. "Skulking around and spying on someone like a burglar! Didn't your mother teach either of you any manners at all!?"

....You stood up and began walking towards Eri.

"My lady is still recovering from a traumatic incident! She doesn't need to be bothered, and she absolutely doesn't need to be stalked by two little troublemakers-"

"Eri!" Said demon turned her head to you as you approached. "What's going..."

Your words died on your tongue as your vision caught ahold of a rather peculiar sight, and your eyes widened. There were two children in front of both of you!! But they weren't...human children. They didn't look human at all. Both of them looked to be no older than maybe twelve or thirteen years of age at the most, and each of them were as pale white as snow. All the way through, from their hair all the way down to their feet. The only parts of their bodies that weren't snow white you saw was their eyes which were more of a dull gray and their nails as they held one another tightly, their nails were a strange greenish-grey in coloring. Even their kimonos were almost all white in coloring. But perhaps the strangest feature about them were the red dots dotting their bodies. Both children had them, but each one had a different pattern to them. Odd. They also had slightly different hairstyles. If it weren't for the different hairstyles and red dot patterns, they'd probably be an exact mirror copy of one another. But that wasn't the worst thing about the situation. Both girls were cowering, holding one another, and shaking lightly in fear- And not regular fear. Not slightly scared like how a child would be if their mother caught them with their hand in a cookie jar, more as if they were absolutely terrified at the mere sight of you two staring at them. It's what made you pause in the first place. Stunning you with such an extreme emotion on their faces. Although...Oddly....They somehow looked familiar to you. There was a small pause in silence as the four of you stared at each other until you looked back at Eri.

"Eri...Who are these people?"

Eri blinked before shaking her head and frowning back down at the girls. "They are refuges from farther into the mountains. They came to stay with us just a little before you showed up, but I didn't expect them to be lurking around the corner spying on us!" Both flinched at her harsh to-

"Eri, stop it! You're scaring them!," your voice spoke in such a firm tone that it actually caught the other woman off guard from your frown and narrowed eyes.

"I-..W-What?"

"I said you're scaring them. Look!" You gestured a hand at them. "They're trembling more than a hairless bear in winter! You're obviously frightening them with your tone, so be silent." Eri opened her mouth at you-...but closed it when you ignored her in favor of the two children in front of you. Their expressions didn't change even when you smiled at them. "Hello there." You spoke in the calmest, gentlest voice you could muster before kneeling, slowly as to not startle them further. "So you two were the ones watching me? If you just wanted to say hi to me you didn't have to hide." You smiled wider. "I don't bite."

The two's expression still didn't change from that seemingly permanent frightened look which made you frown a bit. Did Eri scare them that badly? Yes, she was a bit harsh but you didn't think her scolding was that harsh all things considering. ...Wait. A sudden thought crossed your mind. Eri mentioned before that not all demons spoke or understood the human language. Could it be possible that these two didn't either?

"....Eri," you turned your head to her, "Ask them why they were watching us."

She scoffed. "I just did-"

"I mean in a way they can understand." ...She rose a brow at you. "You mentioned some of your kind can't speak human language right? Like how you can't read it." You pointed at them. "We've been speaking my tongue, but maybe they can't understand what we're talking about."

It was like someone literally slapped Eri across the face with reality because the face she gave you was one of stupor before she responded again. "O-Oh. Oh! Right. T-That's possible. Allow me. *ahem*"

She cleared her throat and took a deep breath-...You blinked as what you could only describe as a high pitched whine left her throat followed by a series of grunt noises and ended in some kind of blunt gurgle. ...Was that seriously supposed to be another language? But to your surprise, one of the girls did respond. The one who had bangs responded in a series of clacking noises from repeatedly snapping her teeth together although it was a bit shaky from the fact that her body still trembled from fear.

"What did she say?", you asked giving Eri a look.

Eri's expression changed from annoyed to lightly surprised slowly raising a brow. "She said they heard you reading telling stories and wanted to listen. Hmph. If you ask me, they could've just asked you instead of acting like a pair of spies. Aren't spiders supposed to be the ones who're supposed to trap others?"

"Really now?" You decided to ignore Eri's other comments and smile at the two again. "If that's the case, then I'd be happy to read to you too if that's what you both really want." You guessed they must've did understand you on some level because both gave you a look of surprise at the blatant offer. "But Eri is right. If you wanted to just listen, you could've just asked me. Don't go around spying on people. Where are your parents?"

"Here!"

The sudden raspy voice had Eri jumping and the lot of you turning your heads in unison- HISS!! You yelped and practically threw yourself backwards in instinct as a large white figure came stomping up towards you, and you had to blink in order to register what it was. A rather tall woman was suddenly kneeling before you and...She looked EXACTLY like the two children! White as snow, dull gray eyes, murky green colored nails, and strangest of all those weird red dot patterns. She looked like an exact mirror copy of the children, except for the fact that she was obviously older (if you had to guess she looked somewhere around her late thirties) and had longer hair and the red dot patterns on her body was different than the two children's. She made a deep hissing noise grabbing one of the children by the shoulders and chittering away with strange sounds that only a demon could make-

"M-M-M-My lord!!" You blinked again as Eri immediately bowed and you blinked looking over at her before looking forward to stare at what she was bowing at.

....Uh oh-

You spotted a pair of legs and followed them upwards towards a..Drum? And just above the drum was a pair of blue and red narrowed eyes staring down at you with a highly unimpressed look on his face. He didn't look very delighted seeing you sitting there. Uh oh. Were you in trouble.

"I might be a little slow on everything that happens here, but I'm not blind enough to see what's in front of me. So let me ask you all a question. WHY is the human sitting in the middle of the hallway and not in her room recovering!?," he demanded snapping his gaze to Eri who flinched.

"Don't yell at her!" He seemed very surprised when you immediately stood up and frowned at him, crossing your arms.

"Y-Y/n! Y-You're leg-"

"Is just FINE!,'' you finished for him making him be quiet for a moment, "It doesn't hurt and I can walk on it fine! And it was my idea to go into the garden, so don't yell at Eri when it was my idea. She's been taking care of me just fine thank you very much."

"I-I-.."He opened his mouth-..then closed it with a sigh and a hand reaching up to rub at his face. "Me. These things always have to happen to me. Don't they?...Why were you in the garden?" His eyes stared tiredly at you from his hand.

"Because I'm tired of just sitting on a chair inside a mostly empty room all day only to do the same thing over again the next day. It's tiresome, and being outside has more benefits for my health anyways. Let's face it, Kyogai. My leg won't regain it's strength back if I don't use it."

"What were you even doing in the garden?"

"I was telling Eri stories?"

He looked surprised. "Wha-..Stories?" You nodded and he hummed. "That is...A rather unusual way to pass the time, but I suppose human stories would be quite entertaining to her."

"They're not human stories, I was reading them from a book we found."

Another flash this time of shock as he stopped and uncharacteristically stared at you silently. "...Did you just say that..You were reading stories from a book? You found?"

you nodded before turning to Eri and asking her to get it for you. Said demon lady looked up from her nervous bow to the shocked Kyogai then to you then back to Kyogai before just turning and running off back into the garden. A few seconds later she returned with the giant, thickly papered book in her hands and handed it into your outstretched hands before you held it up in full view of Kyogai to see. He froze, eyes going comically wide at the object in your hands. He seemed to be in absolute shock for a moment before his hands reached up in a half grabbing motion towards the book before again pausing, looking at you, opening and closing his mouth, before just staring at you further still in seeming shock.

"I-....W-W-Where did you find this!?," he demanded in a half shocked half lightly angry tone.

"One of your servants found while cleaning and gave me it to read," you answered without saying it was Nagi who actually gave it to you. Maybe it'd spare her some trouble. "It's been really entertaining so far. I like the stories written in it."

"You DO?!"

You nodded again smiling back down towards the children and their mother gently. "These two just wanted to listen to me reading it. If their mother allows it, then they can come by tomorrow and I'll gladly read to them."

"I-...Y-You..." He still seemed to be dumbfounded staring at you unbelievingly. "....You really like it?"

"Um..Yes. Are you alright?"

He opened his mouth..but closed it before quickly turning with a cough. "Fine then. You all may continue to d-do what you were, but w-when you're finished with that book I want YOU personally to return it to me." He waved a hand behind him as he somewhat quickly left making some kind of teeth clattering noise with his teeth.

"...What did he say at the end there?," you asked turning to Eri who shrugged.

"He was telling the mother to keep a closer eye on her daughters." She raised an eyebrow at said mother and children whom were semi-fretting over one another. She sighed. "Those two are always wondering off from her, so Lord Kyogai must've been helping her find them...Again."

"Oh." You watched Kyogai until he quickly disappeared around a corner. What was that about? Before you turned to the mother ignoring you in favor of her children. "..Who is she anyways?"

Another sigh. "The children's mother and another survivor."

"What are they even hiding from?"

"A month or two ago, there was battle between some family clans deeper in the mountains. Very bloody or so I was told." Eri shrugged. "I wasn't told much of what happened. The woman and her children-" She gestured one of her four hands at the mother who was now seeming to scold said girls and tugging on their clothes to get them to move. "-from what I understand, did not come from the kindest family and took the chance to flee here."

Eri's sentence made your f/c eyes widen and look back to the poor frantic woman and the two children whom had at least stopped trembling for now. "T-...T-That's horrible!"

Eri just bluntly nodded. "You should've seen when she first arrived here. She practically threw herself at Lord Kyogai's feet and wouldn't let go of him until he agreed to take her in."

"What's going to happen to them?"

"Well, they could remain here and work as it's safe, but our Master already made arrangements for them to be sent to work in Lord Douma's estate once it's reconstruction is finished."

"....Who and what?" You rose a brow.

"Lord Douma is one of the most powerful Lords of our lands, he's responsible for convincing most of the humans in my Master's lands to move to his ever growing provinces, but lately he's gotten an increase of followers moving to his estate, thus it must go under construction to be able to accommodate the influx in humans."

A flash of something crossed your face. "Wait. Isn't that the same man you mentioned your parents might've tried to marry you off to?"

She nodded with a grimace. "Yes, but I'm lucky given my circumstances. However more humans and a bigger estate will mean more servants appointed to him. The mother and her children are to be transferred from Lord Kyogai's servitude to Lord Douma's once the estate has been settled. Although I can't say I envy their positions."

"Is it that bad?"

"In some ways, many people consider Lord Douma worse than Lord Enmu and I'll keep it as that. ...Although there will be benefits to living there. Only a truly stupid man would risk trying to bring any harm to such an important place that's so heavily guarded. I'd hate to say it, but his Eternal Paradise Estate has better security than the Tsuzumi Mansion."

"When will they be going?"

"I do not know. I just know that Lord Akaza will the one who will be coming to escort them to his residence. Do not worry. Lord Akaza's very gentle to women."

That didn't make you feel better but this didn't concern you nor was there anything you could do about it, besides you wouldn't be here for too long anyways. The next day rolled around, and you found yourself again wondering to the garden with Eri behind you, but you were lightly surprised when you received three little visitors not ten minutes after sitting down. Two little children walking out the door and their mother heavily reluctantly following behind. It took Eri literally translating back and forth between herself and you to explain to her what exactly was going on. In the end, the mother still seemed very reluctant but ended up just sitting close to the children whom happily sat down near you but shot weary looks at Eri. Understandable after the scare she gave them yesterday. But the worries seemed to melt away as soon as you opened the book to the first page and started rereading the first story out loud to them.

The thistles sent sweet kisses to the wind as midnight's blessing graced the world closely when the sun sets down for a long rest as her sister, the moon, takes her place. Shining her own light down on the world full of darkness, filling the abyss full of life of creatures who shun away the day's gifts-

It was a sweet few hours watching the widened awe on the children's faces and their mother's curious head tilts, but she seemed content to have her children finally in one place. Story after story you slowly read outload to them, once and a while Eri would chitter something and you assumed it was her translating something they didn't understand because they looked to her when she spoke before turning back to you without saying anything else. Then it happened. You were just turning a page when a small spike of pain pinched the tip of your finger making you wince and look at it.

"Ow!" You paused in your page turning to look at your finger as a small droplet of red appeared. ...And you frowned annoyed. "Great. I have a papercut."

"Oh! Wait here." Eri was already getting up to point at the door. "I have an ointment that'll heal it right up."

"A papercut's not that big of a deal, Eri."

"Maybe not, but it gives me something to do other than repeatedly translate for you, and I haven't really done anything remotely interesting since you gave Lord Enmu that thrashing."

Well you suppose she did have a point, she must've been as bored as you with the repetitiveness of everything. So you let her go before turning back to the children, one of which (the one with the bangs) pointed at your hand and have a cat-ish like noise in question but you waved her off.

"It's just a papercut, so don't worry. I'll be fine. Let's just continue the story while we wait for Eri, she's already heard this one anyways."

You continued on reading for the next few minutes, ignoring the light sting of your papercut. Stupid paper! Too concentrated on reading to the small snow colored demon family. Hm. Perhaps that was why you never noticed the other figure approaching until the girls squealed out in fright suddenly and you looked up just as a black nailed hand snatched up your wrist and two blue and black eyes pierced into your purple ones.

"You...Your blood...It smells of peach blossoms....I like that."

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goldenteaset · 1 year ago

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What in Hell is Bad? (Belated) First Impressions

...AKA "This Hole Was Made For Me (But Oh God There Are Worms In Places)" XD;

Before I get into this, let me preface by saying I love otome games and have never played a Tower Defense game before. That is to say, I'm intrigued by the gameplay but am still in the "learning curve". With that settled, some bullet point'd impressions!

I've only able to actually play properly since yesterday, when all the crashes were finally fixed. (I do hope they fix the shop for the people who want to pay, though)

The quiz at the start immediately got me hyped! I knew I'd be having fun when I got to the "You've been trapped in an Angst Novel as a side character" question and one of the answers was "Create a 21+ romance out of it that's lewder than the original". My language, WHB (mostly) speaks it! XD

Actual R18 harem romance in an mobile otome game that isn't the Ikemen series('s non-canon events), truly incredible

STORY IMPRESSIONS

It's funny, I'm aware that the translation is very literal in places and does need to be fixed, but there are also lines I genuinely adore and hope stick around. (Gabriel's introduction, for example. Gorgeous, ethereal language that perfectly fits an angel.)

On that note, I'm an absolute sucker for stories that deal directly with (Fallen) Angels, Devils, and what love and free will means for them. The plot so far is such catnip for me it's not funny

I also have a fascination with fetishes and what they could add to characters, and most of these I've only ever seen in research papers. Having them be this integral is like a dream...

...I'll cry in frustration if there's another hand fetishist who chops off people's hands again though. JUST BUY A MANNEQUIN'S

Minheok is way more interesting than I thought he'd be. Hearing him speak Korean compared to everyone else's Japanese (or "Celestial/Devilish" if you will) is really fun. :D

I'm loving the MC, even as I'm also adjusting her (in my case) for "OC with some self-insert" purposes. Love that she's so horny, love that she has a wide-range of tastes as a cute nod to the "MC gets along with everyone" trope, and love that she wants to make Gabriel cry!!

After Beelzebub (quiz starter) and Sitri, the third Devil to have my heart was Valefor. He's my MC's big teddy bear who protects everyone ;v;

GAMEPLAY

The Secret Shop truly is secret, I haven't seen it yet

I'm loving being able to buy gacha currency with in-game money (pancakes) to better hoard. Please keep this, devs!

The level up etc. items keep making me hungry, it's genuinely great

I'm less keen on how hard it is to grind for certain items, but if I soldiered through FGO for five years I can survive this (I think)

That said, I don't think characters level up when you fight. That is ridiculous and would stop me from playing if the leveling costs became too high

Please let us play with the S- and A-Class Devils in Secret Club? :(

The chats are fun and cute, but I wish we had more...

Justice for Valefor let me put him in Secret Club he's been working so hard

Why don't the A-Class Devils have the boards like the L- and S-Classes? I want to learn about everyone!

The music is kind-of quiet? But I like what I can hear

I like the Day and Night-cycle on the home screen, very cute

Being able to have one of the Demon King's "assets" take up the whole home screen is both sexy and hilarious XD

The most YMMV opinion of them all: I wish the story segments were longer and that there was a way to do a kind of "Last time, in Chapter 1-(X)" to keep story info from being lost in the stream of battles

But in the interest of keeping things optimistic around here, I have one more impression to make:

GABRIEL

Instantly makes this GOTY for me and I wish I was kidding

One look and I fell in love. And then I saw his potential L card/scene in the final trailer and fell even harder!!

I would feel dislike toward him re: Minheok and the Devils, but as far as he's concerned the sandwich that he rang up (MC) keeps yelling at him. I'm satisfied

My excitement at his L card reached such insane heights I started writing something starring him. That is a sign if nothing else!

...So yeah, I'm cautiously optimistic and will hopefully have even more to say soon. :D

#what in hell is bad otome #whb valefor #whb gabriel #whb mc #Tagging them because I had the most to say about them but I do like basically everyone so far

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thefatedthoughtofyou · 2 years ago

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I'll Keep You (My Dirty Little Secret)

Ao3

Summary: Steve buys weed from Eddie, cuz he's the best. To be honest, he's the only person their age Steve knows to buy from. Somedays he stays and smokes with Eddie. And then one day, Eddie's big mouth makes an off handed comment and things... change. For better or worse, remains to be seen.

Word Count: 12,891

Warnings: THIS FIC IS EXPLICIT!!! 18 + ONLY!! MINORS NO NOT INTERACT!!! anal fingering, anal sex, hand jobs, dirty talk... would be one.. maybe. Idk. See the ao3 link for more details. MAKE GOOD CHOICES!!!

One day, they're sitting in Eddie's bedroom in the middle of the afternoon on a Saturday, smoking whatever weed Eddie had deemed worthy of King Steve. And they talk, sometimes, when they do this, have been smoking together off and on for about a year now. And Steve's complaining about something, being a little whiney. And Eddie just snorts as he literally whines about something and kicks at the bed and Eddie says,

"Jesus. You need to get fucked." And he takes a long drag before moving to hand the joint to Steve, who scoffs at him as he takes it, a little red around the ears as their fingers brush.

"I fuck. I can have any girl I want, haven't you heard?" And Eddie gives him credit. He at least sounds... self depreciating, like he knows those words are just high school bullshit. Like he doesn't believe them. Like maybe he wished people wouldn't say that shit about him. But that's not what Eddie said. Eddie lets his head fall back against the headboard, lets it fall to the side so he can watch Steve take a drag.

"That's not what I said." Eddie says. Smiles hazily when Steve turns to him slowly.

"Huh?" Is all he gets. Eddie motions with two fingers for Steve to pass it back, noting how Steve's eyes linger on his hand.

"I said you need to get fucked. Not fuck. There's a difference." His voice is flat, he takes another drag. The last one they're getting outta this one, and stubs the rest out in the ashtray on his nightstand.

Steve is staring at him. Much more red around the ears than he'd been before. Eddie just lets his head fall to the side again, watching him.

"Wha- you- I'm not- I mean I don't..." He's staring into his lap, face bright red. Eddie smiles to himself, he's so cute when he's embarrassed.

"Aww c'mon Harrington. You've never even thought about it? As much time as you spend around naked dudes in the locker room? Not once?" Eddie's teasing now, waiting for Steve to storm off, or to punch him. Maybe both. He's high, he wouldn't mind either one right now. He feels good, and riling Steve up is one of his favorite pass times.

But Steve's doesn't do either of those things. He just, glares at Eddie, flushes another shade darker, Eddie's pretty sure smoke's about to start coming out of his ears. So Eddie laughs, a small thing and bumps his shoulder into Steve's, says,

"C'mon man. I'm just fuckin with you." And shakes his head, rolls his eyes, gives Steve a break and looks away from him. But then Steve speaks, in the smallest, most unconvincing, voice Eddie has ever heard him use.

"That's not why I play sports." It's barely above a whisper. Eddie looks back at him, his head lifting a little, Steve's hands are worrying at the blanket on Eddie's bed, one knee pulled up to his chest now, and fuck, he looks so small. What the fuck just happened? Eddie clears his throat awkwardly, sits up a little, angles himself toward Steve a bit.

"Yeah? You sure?" Eddie asks, pushes, genlty. He shouldn't, probably, but he's never been good with impulse control. And then Steve is glaring at him again. Eyes full of fire, and Eddie sees his hand clenching, knows what that usually means so he keeps talking.

"Cuz if it was... or if- if you did... want that? I could probably help you out. Ya know. Teach you some stuff. I mean I'm not an expert or anything but... I don't know man you seem really uptight." He shrugs, tries to play it off.

Cuz he'd just fucking offered to what? Have sex with Steve Harrington?? Because what? He'd had a moment of sad, gay, puppy eyes, and Eddie was a goddamn softie at heart? And Eddie could trust himself to never tell a soul about it. And he knew Steve wouldn't say a word. Not ever. To anyone. And Eddie moves, slowly, toward the edge of the bed, ready to dodge, or run, if needed.

But Steve just fucking looks at him. Stares at him. His big browns eyes locked on Eddie, and Eddie can't fucking read him, not even when he's high, Steve is so fucking guarded. But right now? Steve's a fucking open book. His eyes are goddamn pleading with Eddie. And Eddie can practically fucking hear him, begging in his head, 'make this easy for me. Please.'

And Eddie's a gentleman, so he fucking does. Because he's also a goddamn idiot. Taking his life into his fucking hands here. Well, putting it into Steve's hands, really.

"We can't do it today. There's stuff you gotta like... do." He waves his hand at Steve, pauses, Steve doesn't interrupt, his eyes widen, Eddie swears he fucking nods, like he's listening, telling Eddie to keep talking. Eddie huffs, his hands shaking as he stands.

"I'll write it down. You can, do it before you come over next time and I'll- I mean we can... just do this, and I'll see you next time. Okay?" He finishes in a rush, folds the paper three times and shoves it at Steve, he'd followed Eddie off the bed, hovered behind him as he wrote.

Steve slides the paper into his pocket gently.

"Don't let anyone see that." Eddie warns, pointing at Steve's pocket. Steve nods quickly. Starts digging around in his other pocket for his wallet. Eddie grabs his wrist, cringes at the way Steve flinches a little and freezes.

"Forget it man. It's on the house. Just... I'll see you next time." Eddie lets go of him, waves him toward the door. Steve has one foot through the front door when he stops. Eddie swallows, hard, stares at him until he talks.

"Next week?" Steve asks, his voice small, Eddie opens his mouth to answer but Steve keeps talking.

"Or can I come sooner? If I- I don't... what if I change my mind?" He stammers, his eyes on the wall behind Eddie. And Eddie's heart is pounding but he fucking feels for this guy. So he walks closer, slowly, puts his hand over Steve's on the door handle, something in his chest rumbling when Steve doesn't pull away.

"You can come back whenever you want. Just not Thursdays. I have band practice. Okay?" Eddie moves his thumb over Steve's skin. Steve fucking smiles at him, and nods.

"Whenever I want but not Thursday." Steve repeats. Eddie nods.

"Good boy." He hadn't meant to say it. It just sort of... slipped. But he's so fucking glad he did. Steve makes a little noise in his throat and takes a stumbling step backwards, Eddie catches his wrist right before he tumbles down the stairs on the porch. Steve's free hand clutches at Eddie's shirt before he mutters a quick 'thanks' and bolts for his car. The tips of his ears are bright red and Eddie watches him drop his head in his hands quickly, rubbing at his face before he turns his key and speeds away. Eddie can't help the smile on his face when the guy fucking waves at him through the window as he leaves.

Eddie walks back inside, throws himself facedown on his bed, his arms wrapping around his pillow and pulling it against his face.

"WHAT THE FUCK!?!" he screams it, as loud as he can, into said pillow, before he rolls onto his back. His hand resting on his chest, fingers drumming nervously as he replays whatever the fuck just happened.

"What the fuck?" He whispers to himself. What the fuck was he thinking.

~°~

Steve comes back the next day. Eddie hears his car pull up about 2 hours after he gets home from school. He peeks through the blinds and watches as Steve climbs awkwardly out of his car, his steps stumbling as he walks to the door. Eddie bites his lip, fighting a smile, and ducks down under the window when Steve starts up the stairs.

"Fuck." He whispers, a small amount of panic setting in. This was fucking happening. This was his fucking life now. He thanks his lucky stars that Wayne had odd shifts this week because other wise he'd have been sleeping in the living room. His thoughts are racing, and then Steve knocks. And his mind clears, for a brief fraction of a second his brain is just 'Steve'.

He opens the door too fast, Steve startles a step backwards.

"Sorry." Eddie grimaces. Steps aside.

"Enter." He says, giving Steve a little bow, Steve's forhead crinkles between his eyebrows but he steps inside awkwardly. Eddie shuts the door, gently, and locks it. His hands are sweating. He brushes them against his jeans and nods toward his room.

He shuts that door too. And locks it. Just to be safe. Then he twists his blinds shut and turns on just the small lamp on his desk, not sure either of them could handle this in the full light of day. Steve is standing awkwardly next to the bed, his face is turning red already and Eddie really wants to smile. Maybe even laugh. He's having a hard time believing he's causing that reaction in the King of Hawkins High.

"I did everything you said." Steve offers into the silence that's so rare in Eddie's room. And Eddie smiles then, really can't help it.

"Oh yeah. That explains the funny walk then." He crosses his arms, Steve shoves at his shoulder, his cheeks burning crimson.

"Shut up. I wasn't walking funny." He mumbles, wrapping his arms around himself. Eddie sways into his space.

"You were though. And if you weren't, you will be." He says, and once again his mouth is miles ahead of his fucking brain. He definitely hadn't meant to say that. Steve was gaping at him now, hands fisted in his jacket at his ribs.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to say that. I just- it's gonna be... I mean it'll feel different. After. Ya know?" Eddie grimaces again, wiping at his face with a sigh.

"Should I take my clothes off?" Steve asks, straight to the point. Eddie laughs humorlessly, shrugs, his hands flailing at his sides.

"I mean, it couldn't make it worse." He says, shrugging out of his own jacket as Steve shrugs out of his.

Eddie watches Steve yank his shirt over his head, and a few moments later they're both naked. Awkwardly so. Both of them standing there covering themselves, glancing at each other. Eddie takes a deep breathe and remembers he needs to take the lead here. Steve came to get fucked. Because of Eddie's big fucking mouth.

"You can lay down. On your stomach, probably best." Eddie points to the bed, finally letting go of himself and walking to the edge of it, his cheeks flush when Steve's eyes linger on him for a long moment.

He's worries he's not... big enough. Steve's dick is definitely bigger than his. But not by much. Okay maybe a few inches. And then Eddie's worrying he's not gonna be good enough. Talked a big game and doesn't even have enough in his pants to back it up. But the one or two other guys he'd been with hadn't complained. Not to his face anyway.

He gives Steve a tight smile and then nearly fucking passes out when Steve lowers himself onto the bed, his hips resting at the edge, his knees don't quite reach the floor so he's holding himself up awkwardly on his toes. And Eddie wants so badly to leave him that way, just tense and awkward and waiting for Eddie, but he can't. Not for Steve's first time. So he grabs his pillows, folds them in half and shoves them under Steve's knees. Steve gasps when Eddie's hand rests on his lower back for a moment, Steve's skin his hot. And Eddie's eyes can't stop fucking raking over his back, moles and freckles scattered everywhere, Eddie wants them in his mouth. And fuck, this is such a bad idea.

"That better?" Eddie asks, his voice quiet. Steve nods, his hands clenching in Eddie's sheets.

"Yeah, thanks." He sounds breathless already. And Eddie's only touched him once, innocently, because he'd nearly fallen over. Eddie nods, walks around to stand behind Steve, and he'd been trying so hard not to stare at his ass. Even though Steve was fucking baring it for him. Just, laying there, ready to take Eddie.

Eddie's fingers itch, twitching at his sides. His hands move, slowly, reaching out, his fingers nearly touching the skin of Steve hip when something occurs to him. He freezes, fingertips so fucking close to getting what they want.

"You don't have a girlfriend do you?" Eddie asks, his chest aching, begging, pleading, for Steve to say no.

"What?" Steve breathes, his voice muffled into Eddie's bed, he pushes himself up, onto his elbows, and looks back over his shoulder at Eddie. And fuck, if that's not the best sight Eddie's ever fucking seen. He gulps, knows he must look like an idiot, standing there behind Steve. His dick hard, hands reaching out to Steve, but not touching yet, he has the sense to drop his hands at least, when Steve looks at him.

"A girlfriend? You don't have one? I mean, I don't mind being a side piece. But the main piece needs to know about it, ya know?" Eddie moves his hands to his hips, narrowing his eyes at Steve, looking at him sternly.

"No. I don't have a girlfriend. I go out... with girls, sometimes. But not- no." Steve shakes his head, bites his lip. But Eddie believes him. He bites his own lip then, but nods,

"Okay. Lay back down. Try to relax." He tells Steve this, is also sort of talking to himself. Steve nods, does as he told. And Eddie finally looks down, bites into his lip harder at the sight of Steve's ass right in front of him. He wants to get on his knees and fucking worship this ass. But he's pretty sure licking into Steve the first time might be a little too much for the guy.

So he settles his hands onto Steve's hips gently, his eyes tracing over Steve's shoulders when they tense at the touch, his skin warm under Eddie's fingers, but he can feel the goosebumps rising under his fingers as he moves them down, toward Steve's pert little ass. He takes a deep breath, willing himself not to fucking come just from touching the guy. It's not like he's a walking fucking wet dream or anything.

Eddie shakes his head, moves his thumbs, presses them into the flesh of Steve's ass and pulls, just a little, just enough to see what he wants. And Steve whines, his shoulders bunching again.

"You gotta relax." Eddie whispers, his hands soothing back up, moving slowly up Steve's back.

"I- I'm trying. It's weird." Steve grunts. Eddie stops. Takes his hands away.

"We don't have to." He says, simple, easy. Giving Steve an out. Steve's on his back in seconds, looking up at Eddie, and his cock is hard against his stomach, it looks almost painful. And Eddie wills his mouth not to water, because Steve is looking up at him with those fucking eyes.

"You don't want to?" And he sounds... goddamn he sounds fucking sad, about it.

"That's not what I said. You just- you're very tense." Eddie shakes his head, waves his hand in Steve's general direction.

"I'm just..." Steve trails off, sits up, covers himself the best he can.

"What? Seriously. It's fine if you don't wanna do this. I get it." Eddie offers another out, not sure if he wants Steve to take it or not.

"I'm just not used to like... diving right in." Steve says, his hand moving between them awkwardly, his eyebrows and nose scrunching, and fuck Eddie has got to stop looking at that adorable shit.

"Diving... right in." Eddie repeats slowly.

"Yeah man. I'm used to like... kissing and touching and stuff. And then...the sex. This is just... I don't know it feels awkward?" Steve explains, sighing and falling back onto the bed with a groan. Eddie bites his lip and sits next to Steve on the edge of the bed. Their hips press together and Eddie fights off the shiver that the touch of Steve's skin evokes.

"Sooooo..." Eddie draws, glancing down at Steve's hands covering his cock.

"You wanna kiss me?" Eddie finishes, eyebrow cocked as he looks down at Steve, his focus moving from his hands to his face. Steve's eyes open and he sits up, looks into his lap and then scrunches his nose and looks at Eddie.

"Maybe? Would that make it weird?" Steve asks, and Eddie has to fucking laugh. Steve drops his eyes back to his lap, looking embarrassed as Eddie's laughter rings through the room.

"Dude. I was about to fucking finger you. And you think kissing would make it weird?" He elaborates, shaking his head, eyes widening when Steve's eyes snap to his face.

"You were about to-" Steve cuts off, his chest going red now.

"Well, yeah, man. Gotta make sure you're comfortable first. I wasn't just gonna..." he makes a lewd motion with his hands that has Steve barking a laugh, one hand jumping to cover his mouth. Eddie makes a 'yeah' face, and looks into own lap, realizing his own fucking cock is still hard and just fucking, out in the open, he covers himself. Pressing his lips together in an awkward smile before looking back up to find Steve staring at him.

"So kissing won't be weird?" Steve asks again. Eddie shrugs.

"I mean yeah. It'll be weird. Cuz you're Steve Harrington, and I'm me. And the other guys I've been with, which is like, two, by the way, I'm not some kind of sex god or anything. Just- they weren't very touchy feely and I made it seem like I could fuck you. Like it was just a fucking. So that's what I was trying to do." Eddie rambles, shoves his face into his hands and groans.

"So yes kissing will be weird. But if you need to kiss me, before I fuck you, then that's- I want you to be comfortable. At least... ya know... until... I don't know." Eddie groans again and falls backwards. What the fuck was he thinking? That he could just, what? Give Steve Harrington a good fucking and move on with his life. Not a fucking chance.

The bed dips beside him, and he feels Steve's fingers on his chin, he squeezes his eyes shut, tight, and Steve's fingers falter, then keep moving. They move up over Eddie's cheeks, over and down the bridge of his nose, lightly over his eyelids and across his eyebrows. Steve's fingers move over his face, until his hand is cupping Eddie's cheek, his thumb resting on Eddie's bottom lip. Then, only then, does Eddie open his eyes.

"Hi." Steve breathes, he's smiling down at Eddie, and Eddie's not sure his fucking heart can take that look. Not from Steve. His chest his pressed into Eddie's shoulder as he leans over him, impossibly close.

"If you don't want me to kiss you I won't. But, and I don't mean to brag-"

"Yes you do." Eddie huffs, smirking back at Steve when his lips curl. Steve tilts his head, a little 'yeah maybe' look crossing his features.

"But I'm very good at it. Kissing I mean." He leans closer, his hair falling onto his forehead as he presses into Eddie's space, and when had he fucking lost control of this situation???

"Just like I'm sure you're very good at fucking." Steve whispers, his breath ghosting over Eddie's lips.

"I don't about- mmpf." Eddie's mumbles are cut off by Steve's mouth. He presses his lips to Eddie's, softly, too soft. Much to soft for what this is supposed to be.

So Eddie steels himself, moves his hand to the side of Steve's face, shoves his hand up into Steve's hair and deepens the kiss. He licks into Steve's mouth hungrily, growls in his throat when Steve whines into his mouth, his hips pressing into Eddie's thigh, looking for friction, and Eddie smirks against Steve's lips. He can give him friction.

Eddie flips Steve, pushes him down into the matress as he settles on top of him, moves his hands down Steve's sides and hikes his thighs up around Eddie's waist. Steve clutches at Eddie's back, tries to pull him closer. Eddie grabs Steve's wrists and pins them above his head.

"Hi." Eddie says, pulling away from Steve's mouth, a string of spit hanging between them, Steve's pupils are blown, his pretty brown eyes almost black now.

"Hi." Steve breathes back, he's almost panting underneath Eddie. Eddie smiles, licks Steve's lips with a moan and then looks down at him.

"I'm gonna finger you now. And then I'm gonna fuck you." He tells Steve, matter of fact. And Steve's hips jump up into him as Steve nods enthusiastically, his wrists fighting Eddie's hold on him.

"Yeah. Yes. Please." Steve says, fucking whines. His hips rolling against Eddie's.

Eddie leans over, lets go of Steve's wrists and reaches for his nightstand, grabs his lube and a condom. He places the corner of the condom packet between Steve's lips.

"Hold that for me. You drop it. I don't give you what you want." Steve's teeth clamp down on the foil but Eddie doesn't let go.

"I mean it. You drop that. I'm not fucking you. Got it?" Eddie asks, giving the packet a little tug, Steve's jaw clenches, his teeth hold it tight.

"Good boy." Eddie does it on purpose this time, relishes in the way Steve flushes, his hips roll into Eddie again and he smirks down at Steve as he whimpers around the condom packet in his mouth. Eddie pops the top on his lube and gets two fingers covered before he drops the bottle next to them and lowers his hand between them. He holds himself up a bit with one hand, hovering over Steve.

"If it hurts you can tell me to stop. Okay?" Eddie says, seriously, looking into Steve's eyes. Steve nods, once, firmly. Eddie nods back and slips one finger into him.

The sound Steve makes goes straight to Eddie's cock, it twitches against the back of Steve's thigh as Steve writhes beneath him, his eyes squeezed shut tight, jaw clamped shut as his teeth hold the packet between them tightly. He pushes his finger as deep as he can, rutting his own hips down as Steve pushes up into him. Steve's lips close over the packet as he moans and presses his ass down, trying to get Eddie deeper.

"Jesus. You're so fucking needy." Eddie groans, pressing his second finger to Steve's hole, gently nudging it next to the first. Steve's eyes snap open, his fingernails digging into Eddie's shoulder. He whines, his hip stuttering but still pushing down onto Eddie's finger as he moans,

"Please." As best he can around the packet in his mouth. And as good as he's being Eddie wants to fucking hear him, wants to fucking taste him. He drops himself onto Steve, his hand reaching for the packet, his fingers clamp onto it but Steve bites down harder.

"Fuckin let go of it. I wanna fuckin hear you." Eddie growls. Steve doesn't let go. Levels his gaze with Eddie, and fucking smirks. Eddie breathes out a laugh, his cheeks dimpling as he smiles down at Steve, lowers himself a little more.

"Oh you wanna play games?" Eddie asks, his voice low. Steve eyes widen as he looks up at Eddie but he grinds his hips down, deliberately, and nods, his teeth pulling on the packet clamped between Eddie's fingers.

"Okay pretty boy. You wanna be a brat? You wanna play? We can play." Eddie smirks right back at the little shit, and does three things at once, he grinds his hips down against Steve's cock, presses his teeth against Steve's neck, and slips his second finger into Steve nice and deep.

"Ah ah! Fuck! Fuckfuckfuck!" Steve lets the packet go, breathes out his words like a mantra into Eddie's shoulder as he pulls his fingers out of Steve and then shoves them back in. Eddie drops the condom next to them and moves his mouth up Steve's neck, making his way to his mouth.

Steve is panting and writing, his hips stuttering with every move of Eddie's wrist. Eddie licks into his mouth as his fingers brush that perfect spot inside Steve and Steve fucking claws at him, one hand dropping to Eddie's wrist, pulling his hand closer, sinking his fingers deeper.

"Oh fuck. Eddie right there. Holy shit. Nnnnhh!" His voice goes high as he whines into Eddie's neck.

"Yeah? Right there? That's what you want?" Eddie presses deeper, harder, his fingers curling just so. He'd decided something when Steve wanted to play dirty.

"Gonna make you cum on my fingers sweetheart. Then I'm gonna fuck you til all you can say is my name." Eddie groaned, pressing his hips down harder, his cock pressed so perfectly against Steve's burning skin. Steve's fingers on his wrist clench hard as Eddie flicks his wrist just so, hitting that spot over and over.

"Yesyesyesyes Eddie please I need it!" Steve's almost yelling now.

"I know baby. I know." Eddie hums, licks back into Steve's mouth, in time with the thrusts of his fingers, the twin movements make Steve squim beneath, his teeth sink into Eddie's shoulder as he cums on Eddie's fingers, moans into Eddie's mouth as his hands tug and pull Eddie closer.

Steve goes limp beneath him, both of them panting into each others mouths.

"Fuck. Fuck. Jesus christ." Steve pants, trying to steady his breathing.

"Just fuckin wait." Eddie pants back, his head resting against Steve's for only a moment before he slips his fingers out of Steve and pushes himself up. Steve grabs at him, tries to pull him back down. Eddie swats his hands away easily, grabs the condom packet and tears it open with his teeth.

"Un uh. Told you. You wanted to play games. Remember?" He rolls the condom on with shakey hands, Steve's eyes widen as Eddie grabs his hips and flips him over, he shoves at Steve's thighs as Steve scrambles to find purchase in Eddie's sheets. He ends up tugging one of Eddie's pillows up under his chest, tucking his face into it as Eddie moves his hips against Steve's ass, his cock moving over Steve's hole, the tip catching and then sliding past, making Steve's hips jump, pressing into the matress.

Eddie grabs the lube, fills his palm and moves his hand over himself, pumping his cock a few times before lining himself up. He bends over Steve, his hand planted beside him, holding himself up, his head resting between Steve's shoulder blades.

"You ready pretty boy? Hm? Ready to get fucked?" Eddie asks, biting into his lip so hard he tastes copper.

"Mhmm!" Steve whines into Eddie's pillow. Eddie nods against his back, moves his hand to Steve's hips, holding him down as he slips his cock into him. All the way into him, in one thrust. His hips hit Steve's ass and he moans so loud Eddie's sure the neighbors had to have heard it. It makes him wanna hear it again.

So he pulls out and then shoves back in, his thighs trembling as he holds himself together. Steve whines this time, his hands reaching back, reaching for Eddie. And fuck he feels so good around Eddie's cock, who is he to deny him. He reaches for him, tangles his fingers with Steve's, shoves Steve's hands up above his head, their fingers still tangled, and he fucks into him, hard.

His hips grind down over and over, Steve making sweet little sounds with every thrust, Eddie grunting into his shoulder as he holds Steve down with his body. His skin feels like fire where he's touching Steve, which is nearly fucking everywhere. He moves one hand down, under Steve's knee, and pulls his leg up, yanks it up and hooks his elbow under it, then snaps his hips into Steve harder.

"Ah! Mmm!! Yes! Eddie! Eddie please!" Steve clutches at the sheets with one hand, his other still holding Eddie's, their fingers pressed so tight they're likely to bruise.

"Yeah. Right there?" Eddie asks, it's not a real question, his mind is fucking blank right now. Just a mindless loop of 'fuck and steve' over and over.

"Yeah yeah yeah right there! Eddie!" He whines his name, his hips grinding back onto Eddie's cock frantically as Eddie fucks him deeper into the matress.

"Yeah. Fuck. You feel so good Steve. Feel so fuckin perfect." He thrus6t down hard then, harder. The sound of their skin slapping together is absolutely obscene, and Eddie can't fucking get enough. He vaguely feels Steve nodding, hears him agree mindlessly as Eddie fucks into him, deeper and deeper as Steve begs him not to stop.

"Please please please! Fuck Eddie more please!" Steve begs, and Eddie's fucking eyes are gonna roll into the back of his head, he drops Steve's leg and props himself up, his hands braced on Steve's hips as he fucks him faster. His name falling loosely from Steve's lips over and over like Steve is living just to say it.

"Fucking christ. So good for me baby. Cum for me. Come on." Eddie thrusts his hips down hard, as Steve clenches down on him, both of them moaning as they cum. Steve's free hand scrambling backwards, grabbing at Eddie's hip best he can, trying to pull him closer, pull him deeper.

Eddie falls onto Steve with a grunt, Steve huffs underneath him, but doesn't try to move him. They lie there, panting together until their sweat starts to cool and Eddie rolls off of him. Pulling out of Steve with a wince as Steve hisses beneath him.

"Shit. Sorry." Eddie whispers, his hand moving over Steve's shoulders as he falls onto his back next to him. Steve shakes his head and Eddie pulls the condom off, ties it, and toss it into trashcan next to his bed.

He lets out a deep breath and pushes his sweaty bangs off his head, arms resting on his forhead.

"Jesus." Steve breathes next to him, rolling over with a wince. Eddie winces in sympathy, looks down at Steve's softening cock and sees the fucking mess he'd made of Steve and feels his cock twitch. He sits up with a laugh, grabs his boxers off the floor and tugs them on.

"Be right back." He says, glaring down at his dick, willing it to chill the fuck out. He grabs a rag from the bathroom, lets the water get warm, and then pads back into his room. Steve is standing in the middle of the room, his shirt on, looking around the floor, for his pants and underwear, Eddie assumes.

"Oh. I uh... I got you this." He says, lamely, holding the rag out. The mess on Steve's stomach is gone. He takes the rag, his ears going red.

"Leaving already?" Eddie asks, trying to sound casual. Of couse he's leaving. He'd gotten what he came for you. Don't be a fucking idiot Munson. Little too late for that, but Eddie could be a little slow, just ask his teachers.

"Well I just- you got up, so I figured..." he trails off, lifting his shirt and wiping at his stomach though it's already clean. Eddie thinks he might have used the inside of his shirt. He tosses the rag back to Eddie with an awkward smile. Eddie catches it, wipes weakly at the mess on his sheets.

"Yeah. No. That's... Yeah. Probably for the best." Eddie mutters. His skin is itchy. And cold. Wants Steve's skin pressed against his again. Steve stops, his eyes linger on the floor before they land on Eddie again. He licks his lips, clearly about to say something. But Eddie doesn't let him, it's best he doesn't let him.

"Your pants are over there dude." He points behind Steve, to the piled up khakis.

"Shit. Thanks." Steve grabs them, angling himself away from Eddie as he bends to pick them up. And it hurts. Eddie knows it shouldn't. It was just a fuck. A really good fuck. Definitely the best Eddie's ever had, or been a part of, really. He rolls his eyes at himself and looks into his lap. Fidgeting with his rings as Steve gets dressed.

"Well uh... I should go." Steve says, quietly, as he lingers by Eddie's bedroom door.

"Yeah." Eddie nods.

"This has definitely surpassed your normal weed purchase time limit." He says, trying to tease, but his voice is tight. Steve must notice.

"Yeah." He sighs, rings his jacket in his hands before pulling it on.

"I'll- see you at school." Steve says, Eddie eyes snap to him and he sees the tail end of him cringing at his own words.

"Yeah. See you at school." Eddie echoes, flatly.

"Or ya know... next Saturday?" It's a question, and if Eddie's not going completely bananas, he thinks he sees hope in Steve's eyes. And his lips are curled up just enough, the ghost of a smile. Eddie licks his lips, his teeth sink into the tender skin and he nods.

"Okay. Saturday." He doesn't give Steve a full smile, tries not to give him one at all, but one must slip through because Steve smiles back, nods once, with finality, and leaves.

Eddie waits til he hears the door close and then he follows, runs to the window and watches Steve make his way to his fucking shiny expensive car. Eddie smirks to himself as he watches the waddle in Steve's step, the way he grimaces when he sinks in behind the wheel.

Eddie turns, leans against the door and groans, images of Steve in his bed flashing through his head. His cock twitches again and Eddie glares down at himself.

"This is all your goddamn fault. Ya know that?" He points accusingly at his own dick, huffs at himself, and stalks to the bathroom. He turns the water to cold, shoves his boxers down and steps in, squawking at the temperature.

"All your fuckin fault." He mutters again, shaking his head under the water, cursing himself as he beings to shiver.

~°~

It happens again on Saturday. And the Saturday after that. And the one after that. And one random Wednesday right before spring break.

Eddie never means for it to happen. Had just planned on the once. But Steve shows up, buys weed, and then ends up underneath Eddie chanting his name like a goddamn mantra and Eddie has clearly lost control of the situation. But it's fine. It's all completely fine. Steve stays after a few times, and they fucking cuddle, and talk, and it's... fine.

Until it's not.

Steve shows up one Saturday and knocks on the door, but when Eddie steps back to let him in, Steve steps back and down the steps, his fingers twisting together in front of him. Eddie's brow furrows, he crosses his arms over his chest, bracing, for whatever this is. Steve still doesn't say anything, so Eddie does what he does best, he opens his mouth.

"You're not pregnant are you?" He asks, his voice flat. And Steve, he fucking snorts, wipes at his mouth, shakes his head, sobers again. Eddie huffs, already annoyed by whatevers about to happen.

"Just say i-"

"I asked out Nancy Wheeler. We- we're going out on friday." Steve cuts him off. Eddie digs his nails into his ribs as hard as he can. Keeps his face neutral.

"Nancy Wheeler. You're upgrading." Eddie says, the joke is full of venom. Steve flinches a little, his brows creasing, and that used to be cute, Eddie wants to slap it off his face now.

"Eddie don't s-"

"You want your weed or not?" Eddie cuts him off, doesn't care what he was going to say. Steve looks startled.

"Oh. I uh... I guess, yeah." He stammers, takes a step closer.

"Forty five." Eddie holds out his hand. Steve's eyes widen as he takes out his wallet.

"Forty five? Last week it was like...fifteen." Steve laughs, but it's tense, and he hands Eddie forty five. Eddie smiles sweetly, grabs the bag of weed out of his pocket.

"Well last week you got the fuck me discount. This week, I'm the one getting fucked. So the price goes up." He tosses the weed at Steve and slams the door in his face.

He presses his back agaisnt the door hard, breathing heavy until he hears Steve's car pull away. He slams his head back once, hears Wayne's mugs rattle on the wall and steps away from the door.

"Fuckin idiot." He mutters, shuffling down the hall to his room, he walks through the door, eyes landing on his guitar.

"Just me and you again Sweetheart." He sighs, falling back onto his bed, he raises his hand into view.

"And just me and you." He lights a joint, takes a drag, sets it in the ashtray, and shoves his hand into his pants. If frustrated, angry, masturbation was a sport, Eddie's fuck walls would be decked out in medals. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, depends who you ask, it was not a sport. And the only person who had to fucking deal with it, was Eddie. And maybe his sweetheart, but she didn't have eyes, she wasn't a part of this. Eddie dropped his arm over his face as his hand moved faster and faster, he groaned angrily as images of Steve floated behind his eyes.

"Fucking idiot." Eddie groaned again, cuming to the image of Steve underneath him, clawling at his hips to get him closer. He wipes his hand on his sheets with a huff and rolles over, covering his head with his pillow, hoping to maybe just disappear for awhile.

~°~

He sees him at school, off and on. But he doesn't come to Eddie for weed anymore. So Eddie ignores him. Takes Steve Harrington off his radar and never looks back.

He sees him with Nancy once. Watches him pick her up and kiss her and watches him smile into her neck. He definitely doesn't hide in the bathroom until the bell rings because he feels like he's gonna puke.

And then he hears whispers around school. Apparently that new asshole, Billy something, had kicked the shit out of Steve. Eddie's stomach twists when hears the jokes people make. But he doesn't see Steve at school, for almost three days. Just three days of rumors and shitty jokes and no Steve.

And then Eddie pulls up to the trailer after school to find the Beemer parked outside. Steve is leaning against the side of it, arms crossed, head down, hair hanging in his face.

He looks up when Eddie parks, dark sunglasses hiding his face. Eddie squeezes his steering wheel hard, once, to stop his hands shaking, and then he hops out of the van. He walks over to Steve slowly, scuffing his shoes in the loose gravel. Steve carefully takes off his sunglasses, tilts his head as Eddie looks at him.

Eddie makes a show of it, crosses his arms and leans forward, studying Steve's face before he whistles, long and slow as he straightens up again.

"You look like shit." Eddie says, clicking his tongue. The corner of Steve's mouth, the one that isn't bruised, tilts up.

"You should see the other guy." He jokes, emotionless. Eddie nods, eyes wide as he hugs himself.

"Oh I have. He's been at school." Eddie says, nods to the trailer and starts walking that way, hears Steve follow him, easy.

"Oh yeah? How's that been?" Steve asks, holding the screen door for Eddie as he shoves his key into the lock. Eddie swings the door open, pauses to look back at Steve.

"Well, he's an asshole. Sooo... How do you think it's been?" Eddie frowns, waves Steve inside.

"Right." Is all Steve says, his eyes wander around the trailer slowly, Eddie leans against the small kitchen divider.

"So... did you need something for the pain or...?" He trails off, his hand hovering in the air between them. Steve's eyes move slowly over to Eddie, he's got that lopsided smile going on again.

"Or?" He asks, brow furrowed dramatically as he crosses his arms. Was he... trying to be playful right now? Eddie huffed a laugh and shook his head.

"So why'd he beat you up? You say something mean about his car?" Eddie asks, ducking into the kitchen, away from that playful look in Steve's bruised eyes. Steve snorts, follows Eddie, but keeps his distance, nods when Eddie offers him a water.

"Naw. Nothin like that." Steve shakes his head, grimaces, rubs at his temple. Eddie frowns, reaches into the cabnet next to the sink and grabs a bottle of Tylenol. He pops two out, hands them to Steve.

"Here. So what was it then? Like, the dudes definitely got those crazy eyes, so what happened?" He does not shiver when his fingers brush against Steve's hand as he takes the pills.

"Thanks." He takes a drink of water, swallows, then rests against the counter next to Eddie.

"Uh. Ya know Max? His sister. Step sister. Little red head?" Steve asks, holds his hand up about where her head would go.

"Yeah. Yeah I think I've seen her around. Always has a skateboard?" Eddie asks, lifts himself up to sit on the counter. Steve nods, gently.

"That's her. Well she'd been hanging out with Lucas, I guess? And Billy had told her not to?" Steve shrugs, Eddie makes a face.

"Yeah. Anyway, she kept hanging out with him. Cuz Lucas is a nice kid. But apparently Billy's a big ol racist. And he found them together, I was babysitting. He started threatening Lucas, so I punched him. And then..." Steve waved his hand at his face.

"He kicked your ass." Eddie supplied, talking into his water bottle before he took a swig. Steve huffed a laugh and nodded.

"Yeah. That's... pretty much it." Steve sighs, shaking his head lightly.

"That's scary man. The kids okay?" Eddie asks, moving his hands slowly over his knees. Steve swallows, hard, looks at Eddie for a moment, like he wants to say something. And then the moments gone, and he just nods.

"Yeah. Yeah they're good. I honestly think Max scared the shit out of him good enough that he won't mess with them anymore at least." Steve smiles softly at the thought, and Eddie wonders what happened to him. Not the fight. But.. in the few years it's been. He's so different, smiling while talking about hanging out with kids.

"Well hey. At least chicks dig scars right?" Eddie tries for a joke, but his voice misses by a mile. Steve looks at him.

"Yeah. I guess. What about-" Steve bites his lip, shakes his head, looks away.

"What about what?" Eddie asks, head tilting, he leans forward a little, trying to see Steve's face where he's turned away.

"I was gonna say, what about you? But it... I dunno, seemed, rude?" He doesn't look at Eddie when he says it.

"Rude?" Eddie asks. Steve looks at him then.

"Yeah, cuz of... I dunno how I just sort of left, that day. And... we haven't spoken since." He shrugs, but his ears are going that deep red that Eddie refuses to admit that he's misses.

"Oooh oh oh okay yeah. Rude cuz you fucked me, vigorously, and then abandoned me for Nancy Wheeler without warning." Eddie says, his voice light.

"Ya know I'd forgotten all about that." Eddie flutters his eye lashes, and waves a hand at Steve, dismissing it. Steve laughs, a real laugh, and steps closer, into Eddie's space. Moves between Eddie's legs, his hands resting on his knees. Eddie's eyes flutter closed, he's so fucking warm. And fuck Eddie missed this, Steve touching him. Hell, he missed anyone touching him, hadn't touched anyone since Steve.

"I hadn't." Steve breathes, his nose bumping Eddie's, his hands moving slowly up Eddie’s thighs.

"No? You been thinkin about me Steve?" Eddie whispers, feels Steve's shakey breath as he shivers.

"Yeah. Little bit." Steve sighs, his hands moving to Eddie's waist, thumbs pressing up under his shirt to touch his skin. Eddie shivers now, his hands still on the counter top, knuckles white with effort to not reach out and touch Steve.

"Yeah? Even when you're with Nancy?" Eddie breathes, his nose brushing into Steve's cheek. Steve sighs, drops his head to Eddie's shoulder, but he nods.

"Sometimes. Not anymore." His hands squeeze at Eddie's waist.

"Not anymore?" Eddie asks, not anymore what? He doesn't think about Eddie anymore? Way to ruin the mood Eddie was refusing to engage in. Jeez. Steve lifts his head, looks at Eddie, his eyes roaming over his face, landing on his lips more than once, lingering.

"I think we're over. It's all bullshit." Steve says, his voice cracking, his lip trembles on the last word and then he's kissing Eddie. His mouth is hot, and adamant, and Eddie wants. But not like this. He lets Steve's teeth nibble at his bottom lip and then pulls away, his hands on Steve's shoulders, holding him back as he tries to chase after Eddie mouth.

"This isn't a good idea." Eddie whispers, his head resting on Steve's when he groans.

"I miss you." Steve says, Eddie can hear the tightness in his voice. Steve's trying not to cry. Eddie nods, his hands moving to cradle Steve's neck, he frowns.

"And I miss you. But," he takes a breath, pushes Steve away so he can see his face, look into his eyes.

"I'm not a back up Nancy Wheeler. Or a rebound fuck. Or... anything else that this could be. I don't wanna do that anymore." He frowns, drops his hands onto his knees. Steve's eyes are shining but he nods, sniffles, and turns away. Takes a deep breathe before he chugs the bottle of water Eddie had given him. Eddie hops down off the counter.

"But what I can, and will gladly do, is get you some good weed to take the edge off of all'uh that." He waves his hand around in front of Steve's face, gets a smile from him and feels a little lighter.

He hands Steve a baggie, watches him reach for his wallet and then look up Eddie, questioning.

"Twenty bucks." He says with a shrug. Steve smiles a soft smile and hands Eddie a twenty. Eddie goes to grab it but Steve holds it tight.

"What discount did I get today?" He asks, smirking. Eddie smiles at him, dimples flaring.

"Oh today? Today's the 'i feel sorry for you cuz your face got mangled by a racist' discount." Eddie wiggles his eyebrows and yanks the twenty away from Steve.

"Hmm. You give that one a lot?"

"Honestly, more often than you'd think, yeah. Rough town." Eddie answers with a straight face. Both of them smiling after a beat. Steve shaking his head and stepping toward the door.

"Thanks for this. And the pills." Steve nods, opens the door. Eddie gives him a low bow.

"Anytime. Always open to those in need." He tilts his head, rests his hands on his back as he walks toward Steve, holds the door as Steve opens the screen door. He's nodding, slowly, maybe to himself, Eddie can't tell.

He lets the screendoor fall shut slowly, stops at the bottom of the stairs and looks up at Eddie.

"I am sorry. About the way I handled that. Me and you. Ya know?" He shoves his hands into his pockets, one eye squinting against the sun as he looks up at Eddie.

"I appreciate that Steven. I'll run your apology by the counsel. Take a vote." He replies, leaning his head against the door. Steve rolls his eyes, puts his sunglasses carefully back on his face.

"You're so weird dude." He says, squinting still, through the glasses, as he opens his car door.

"But it's like, kinda charming right?" Eddie calls, hand on his hip.

"I mean... I guess. If you're into that." Steve cringes, but he's smiling by the time his butt hits the seat. He gives Eddie a little two finger salute as he pulls away. Eddie grinning to himself as he walks back to his room. He catches sight of himself in the mirror, past his sweetheart, big dopey smile on his face.

He's so fucked.

~°~

They still don't talk. Steve doesn't come by for more weed. Well, they'd talked once, when Eddie and Wayne had stopped by the mall, just to check it out. Eddie wanted to see the new record store, and the sweet tooth he and Wayne shared had required ice cream.

Eddie's brain had nearly short circuited, seeing Steve in those fucking shorts.

But Steve had also gone that pretty red color Eddie loved so much. It clashed terribly with his outfit but Eddie was gonna be day dreaming about it for months.

He'd been working with one Miss Buckley, Eddie had band class with her last year. They'd been banned from sitting together their third week in, but they still snuck in good quality time when there were subs, or they had movie days. They were insufferable, Eddie missed her.

But apart from that, he doesn't see Steve much. A few times around town, but Eddie avoids the mall like the plague, opting for the small shops, dnd meetings, and band practice instead. But Steve doesn't show his face again. And Eddie tries not to be annoyed. He's the one who pushed Steve away after all.

And then the mall burns down.

And Steve Harrington shows up at his door two days later covered in bruises, and stitches. Asking very quietly, if he can come inside.

"Uh... yeah. Shit, yeah." Eddie steps back hurriedly, the rain falling outside soaking Steve's hair and jacket. Eddie watches him run his fingers through his wet hair after he hangs his jacket by the door. Steve looks around.

"Wayne at work?" Is all he says. He's... different. His hair is longer, but it's not that. His shoulders look heavy. And behind the bruises he looks tired. The kind of bone deep tired you don't get from a mall fire. Eddie nods, and then nods again, toward his room.

He stands in the doorway, leaning against it, and watches as Steve gingerly lowers himself to sit on the edge of Eddie's bed. He doesn't say anything. Just very carefully takes off his shoes.

"What the hell happened to you?" Eddie asks, not able to not say anything any longer. Steve sighs, deep, and looks up at Eddie.

"Mall fire." Is all he says, flatly. He pushes himself backwards, situats himself in Eddie's bed like he belongs there. Eddie nods, crosses his arms, and walks fowards.

"Bull. Shit. It was a mall fire. Have you seen your face?" He leans forward for emphasis.

"Yep. I have. But thank you for reminding me." Steve's voice is still flat. But he's not giving anything up, and it... is so annoying. Eddie feels his blood starting to boil, is about to start ranting about how Steve had just left, again, and never come back. And yes that was technically Eddie's fault, a little, but they had definitely flirted when he was leaving! And now he's here, just showed up looking like he'd been put through a meat grinder, and is acting annoyed at Eddie, who had kindly let him in out of the rain!

But Steve looks up at him before he can get started, his eyes wide, and tired, his hand reaches out, lifting off the matress slowly, palm up.

"Listen, I know I have no right to ask this, but could you just... sit with me? For awhile?" His fingers wiggle as his bottom lip trembles and Eddie can't stop himself from reaching out to him, taking his hand and sitting on the edge of the bed, leg tucked up under him as Steve absent-mindedly plays with his fingers, spinning Eddie's ring around and around, the same way Eddie does when he's nervous, or fidgety.

"Are you okay Steve?" His voice is quiet. Steve shrugs, doesn't say anything.

"Is... is Robin okay? The kids? Everybody?" He asks, he'd seen them all on the news, being packed into ambulances, before they stopped showing that footage. And Eddie wasn't stupid. He knows there's something else going. Something else going on in this town. But he doesn't ask that, doesn't think Steve could talk about it, even if he wanted to.

He shrugs again, his fingers shaking against Eddie's. Eddie covers his hand with his, holds it tight.

"Tell me what I can do? What do you need?" He crawls closer, his knees pressed up against Steve's thighs, his wants to brush the hair out Steve's face, but the ends look like they're stuck in some of the dried blood on his face and he doesn't wanna hurt him. Steve just shakes his head. His eyes have a far away look.

"Do you wanna take a shower?" Eddie asks, his eyes still on that dried blood on Steve's head.

"I uh... I don't know. I don't-" Steve trails off, his eyes moving finally, slowly, to Eddie.

"I don't know." He says again. Eddie nods, squeezes his hand.

"Okay. We're gonna get you a shower. Get some of this blood off. And then you can sleep. You can sleep here with me. Long as you want." His lip trembles as he helps Steve off the bed, but he bites his lip. Holds the burning sensation in his throat until they're under the spray of warm water.

Steve is covered in bruises, his back, his chest, his legs even. His skin is a fucking collage of bruising. Eddie washes him gently, doesn't use a rag. Just his hands. He soaps up Steve's hair, gently.

"Sorry it's not fancy shampoo. It's gonna ruin your beautiful mane." Eddie jokes, sniffling as he moves his fingers gently over Steve's scalp.

"S'fine. Smells good. Like you. N' it feels nice." Steve's eyes are closed. Until he hears Eddie sniffle again. Steve squints at him, through the soap and water, and grabs Eddie's wrists, moves his hands from his hair and wraps his arms around Eddie's waist. Pulls him close and then moves them both under the warm spray of water. Letting the soap run out of his hair, and down his back as they cling to each other.

"It's okay Ed's. I'm fine." He mumbles it into Eddie's shoulder, his lips soft against the skin there. Eddie holds him gently, trying not to squeeze him too tightly and hurt him.

"No it isn't. Look at you. I- what happened Steve?" His voice is high, almost a whine as it leaves his throat. Steve's hands move over his back.

"Shh. I'm okay. That's all that matters." Eddie tries to argue, tries to fight Steve on this, tell him it's not okay. But Steve kisses him. Deeply. Holds him close and kisses all of Eddie he can reach.

"Eddie will you-" his voice cuts off, his hips pressing into Eddie as he presses Eddie into the wall of the shower.

"Steve. No. You need to rest. Your heads all-"

"Eddie please." Steve begs, pulls away to look at him, with big sad eyes.

"I need to feel something good. You make me feel good. Please." Steve moves his hands to Eddie's waist, his fingers digging into the skin there.

"That's not fair." Eddie groans, his hands moving up over Steve's shoulders, his fingers moving nimbly around bruises. Steve ducks forward, his lips brushing Eddie's, wet and warm when he whispers.

"I'm not trying to play fair." He smiles when Eddie rolls his eyes.

"Ugh. Fine. But if you die in this shower, you're paying for my therapy. And buying us a new trailer." Eddie concedes as Steve hums in agreement, latches himself onto Eddie's neck, his tongue on Eddie's throat making him shiver.

"A double wide. Nice and spacious." Steve kisses up his neck.

"Anything you want." He agrees against Eddie's mouth.

"Anything I want." Eddie sighs, his hands moving down Steve's back.

"Anything at all. Just touch me Ed's. Please. Miss your hands on me." He whispers between kisses, his hands in Eddie's hair now, holding him close. Eddie groans, moves his hips into Steve's and then moves his hands down, slides them between them.

"Anything you want Steve. Wanna make you feel good." Eddie pants, Steve's hips fucking into his hands perfectly. Steve moves one hand down, curls his fingers around Eddie's cock and just, holds him, the way Eddie likes.

"Always do. Make me feel so good." Steve breathes into his skin as Eddie drags him over the edge.

They lay in bed after, both only wearing boxers and a t-shirt, all of them belonging to Eddie. Fresh and clean. The dried blood is gone from Steve's head, leaving just the cuts and bruises. Eddie moves his hand through Steve's hair as he lays beside him, Steve looking up at him with big, warm, eyes. He seems more coherent now, more with it.

"Thank you. I needed that." Steve says, his head nuzzling into Eddie's fingers. Eddie smiles down at him.

"Needed what? The shower or the orgasm?" Eddie bites his lip when Steve smiles, all dopey and goofy.

"Yeaaah." He sighs dreamily. Eddie shoves gently at his face.

"Idiot." He rolls his eyes. But Steve catches his wrist and pulls Eddie close, down, so Eddie's chin is resting on his shoulder.

"Seriously. Thank you." He moves his hand up Eddie’s arm, up his neck, into his hair, cups the back of his head. Eddie just nods, feeling like he might cry again.

"Sure. I- I didn't know what else to do." He admits, his fingers tangling in his own shirt on Steve's chest.

"You did great. It was perfect." His eyes are drooping now, eyelashes fluttering as he tries to keep his eyes open. Eddie moves his hand, trails his fingers down over Steve's face, it makes him smile, his eyes falling shut.

"Go to sleep. I'll be here if you need me." Eddie whispers, curling closer to Steve.

"Always need you." Steve mumbles, and he's alseep now, talking nonsense, saying things he won't remember in the morning. But Eddie holds the words close, and holds Steve close, and does his best to try and sleep.

Sleep never comes. But Steve leaves. He wakes in the middle of the night, maybe 2 am. And Eddie lays there, pretends to be asleep. And listens to him shuffle around quietly. He thinks he hears paper rustle but he's not sure. He just lays there, and lets Steve leave, his heart aching in his chest.

He counts to three hundred after he hears Steve's car drive away and then turns his lamp on. Stands up and walks to his desk. The writing is messy, and lopsided, it's hard to write in the dark. But the note is nice. At least Steve tried.

'I am so sorry. I had to leave. I forgot my parents are coming back tomorrow. Today? I don't know. But if I'm not there, they'll lose their shit. If they notice... but I can't risk it.

Thank you.

Again.

I'll be back.

-Steve'

There's a crooked little smiley face at the bottom. The note makes Eddie's chest ache for a different reason. He goes back to bed, and finally drifts off to sleep.

~°~

They don't tell anyone. Both of them acting annoyed when Dustin mentions the other, biting their tongues and pretending they don't know each other. And it's... easier. Eddie guesses. Easier than telling a group of kids and risking losing them. Eddie's pretty sure none of them would care.

Steve comes to his trailer every Saturday. Wayne knows about them. He has weekends off now. So they all hang out and watch movies, Eddie and Steve curled up together under blankets. They almost always fall asleep before the movie ends. Wayne jokes about them being old men.

And then Chrissy dies.

And Eddie runs.

And they find him in the boat house, starving and scared. And he doesn't even register that it's Steve he has shoved against the wall until Dustin is yelling at him. Robin giving them both worried looks. Her eyes jumping back and forth between him and Steve until Steve gives her a stern look.

The kids don't catch on. Nancy does. Sees the way Steve's worried. His eyes darting to the walky anytime Eddie calls them. And the way he runs when Eddie tells them he's as Skull Rock. She sees it, and it... makes sense. She'd seen Steve watching him once, in the cafeteria, he'd been up on a table, yelling about something, and the other boys had looked annoyed, or disgusted, but not Steve. Nancy swore she saw him smile, before he noticed her looking and hid it, looked away. But it made sense.

And then Eddie almost dies. And Dustin, he watches Steve carry Eddie out, get him to safety. Watches him frantically try to hold Eddie's blood inside his body as it flows out over his hands, Steve screaming as Eddie's hand, clutching at his arm, goes limp.

Dustin watches him sit with Eddie, every day, with him and Wayne. Watches the way Wayne drops a blanket over his shoulders, ruffles his hair, and tells him to get some rest. He watches Steve beg Eddie to wake up, tears in his eyes as he clutches his hand to his face, whispering into his fingers. And he gets it.

"You love him." Dustin says one day, after watching Steve struggle to read to Eddie for half an hour. He takes the book from Steve, settles his hand over Steve's shaking one. Steve doesn't even try to deny it. Just nods, keeping his eyes on Eddie. Always on Eddie.

"I don't understand. I thought you didn't like him. That you barely knew him." Dustin says, his voice quiet, pondering, peicing things together in his brain as he speaks. Steve shakes his head.

"I lied. We both lied. We've- we've been together awhile. I- was scared to tell you guys. I didn't wanna lose you. Any of you." Steve shakes his head, frowning as he moves his thumb over the back of Eddie's hand, his eyes still not leaving him.

"You wouldn't have lost us Steve. We love you. Both of you." Dustin rests his hand on Steve's shoulder.

"Yeah." He scoffs, a bitter laugh leaving him as a tear falls down his cheek.

"That's what Eddie said. But I was too scared. So we kept it a secret. I kept him a secret. And now he's-" Steve sobs, and Dustin is on him in an instant, holding him close. Steve sobs into his chest so hard that neither of them hear the change in heart rate on Eddie's monitor. But they do hear,

"Did somebody die?" Eddie's groggy voice ask. Steve gasps, and turns back to Eddie, it looks like it's taking everything in him to keep his eyes open as he he blinks heavily at them.

"No. No we're all okay. Max got hurt, but she's healing. She's doing good." Steve says in a rush, grabbing Eddie's hand and holding it to his mouth, kissing his fingers as Dustin cries and holds his other hand. Eddie nods, frowns.

"Wayne?" He asks, Steve nods.

"He just left. He went to get us food. We've been here for ages man. He was tired of hospital food." Dustin says, scooting his chair closer. Eddie smiles, a little hum leaving him.

"Course he did. Hates... hospital food." Eddie sighs, deep in his chest, and is asleep again. Dustin looks across the bed at Steve, grinning.

"He's okay." Dustin breathes. Steve nods, Dustin nods back, more enthusiasm building as they smile at each other.

"He's okay." Steve laughs, and laughs and laughs. Both of them jumping up from their seats, hugging each other and laughing. They're still crying when Wayne gets back, smiles shining on their faces.

"What is it?" Wayne asks, setting the bags of food down, his hands shaking as his eyes roam over Eddie.

"He woke up. He's okay. Asked where you were." Steve says, choking a little on the lump in his throat. Wayne's lip trembles then, and he's bending over the foot of the bed, his hands holding Eddie's feet as he cries.

"I leave for ten damn minutes." He mutters, half laughing, half crying, and then Eddie's feet twitch in his hands and he looks up to see his nephews eyes on him. His face scrunched up.

"Tickles." Is all Eddie says, and then Wayne is hugging him, crying into his shoulder as Eddie cries into his, both of them clinging to each other.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Eddie sobs, clawing at his uncle's shoulder the best he can.

"It's okay. Your okay. That's all that matters." Waybe says back, soothing Eddie's hair gently, Steve and Dustin holding each other as they start crying again.

~°~

Eddie and Max are in the hospital for about a month, before they let them go.

Max is in a wheelchair, with the hope of walking again someday. She can see, a little, not great. But it's something. Her and Eddie have a running joke that maybe if he bites her she'll get echo-location, like a bat. Dustin doesn't find it funny.

Eddie's covered in scars but otherwise alright.

They've got a new trailer. A double wide. Two bedrooms. Eddie shows it off to Steve like he's a realtor. Everyone brings a mug from home as their house warming gifs for Wayne. He gets flustered and has to go outside for about ten minutes. Comes back in wiping at his face, grumbling about allergies.

After the kids are gone, and Wayne 'retires to his room'. He says that every night now, it makes Eddie laugh, every. single. time. Steve stays. Doesn't wanna go home. His parents had made it back home fine. But they just,

... didn't care about Steve. So he didn't care to be there. He wraps his arm around Eddie's shoulder, pulls him closer on the couch. Leans his head back and looks at him.

Eddie notices and shakes his head, frowning. Steve moves his fingers into Eddie hair, his eyes flutter, he leans into the touch.

"Don't." Eddie says, quiet. Steve sighs, brings his hand to Eddie's cheek, the one without the scar. Eddie won't meet his eyes.

"Hey." Steve says, Eddie refuses to look at him.

"Ed's come on. Look at me." Steve bites his lip, watches Eddie shake his head, the smallest amount of movement.

"I told you I don't-" he cuts off, rolls his eyes, swallows hard. He's trying not to cry. It happens a lot these days. Steve smiles, takes Eddie's hand, brings it to his lips, kisses his knuckles.

"You don't want me to look at you? Ever again?" Steve asks, kissing into Eddie's palm, up over his wrist, his lips leaving a trail of goosebumps along Eddie's skin. Eddie pouts, being dramatic now, and shrugs.

"Maybe. Maybe you'll just have to close your eyes." Eddie huffs. Steve can see him wanting to cross his arms, but he hasn't yanked his hand away from Steve's kisses yet.

"Oh yeah? What about when I take your shirt off? Gonna make me close my eyes then too?" Steve teases, scoots closer, kissing up Eddie’s shoulder now. Eddie freezes, turns to look at him.

"Why would you be taking my shirt off?" He sounds... genuinely confused. Steve stops kissing him, his brow furrowed, he glances toward Wayne's closed bedroom door.

"Umm... so I can see you naked. And have sex with you and stuff." Steve says, trying to keep it simple, because Eddie seems to be struggling with this concept currently.

"Sex. You're thinking about sex." Eddie says, his hands moving over his thighs nervously, wiping his palms. Steve shrugs, shakes his head.

"I mean, just then, all I was really thinking about was kissing. But... you uh... you don't seem to be on the same page as me right now. So that- that can wait." Steve says, keeping his voice calm. His hand moving to settle over Eddie's.

"Why would you wanna kiss me right now? I have ointment all over my face. It's- I'm-" he cuts himself off, eyes wide. Steve looks at him, widens his own eyes.

"You're what?" He asks, with a tone. He knows exactly what Eddie was gonna say. Eddie shakes his head, his eyes darting away from Steve again.

"You're gross? Is that what you were gonna say?" Steve knows he sounds mad, he can't help it. He's not mad at Eddie, he's just, mad at Eddie's brain. They've had this conversation so many times now. Eddie shrugs.

"I am. I'm all slimey. And this ointment smells so gross. It literally turns my stomach Steve. I don't feel sexy." Eddie huffs, dabbing at his cheek with his sleeve, then full on wiping, rubbing at the ointment smeered there, tears welling in his eyes.

"Hey hey hey." Steve calms him, uses his own sleeve to clean Eddie's face, the scar on his cheek is red, and angry. Steve sooths his fingertips over it gently. Eddie pulls away. Does cross his arms now.

"I'm covered in scars Steve. It's not-"

"I'm covered in scars too! I mean," he waves his hands at his body,

"They're everywhere. I'm covered. We match, remember?" His voice softens, there are still tears in Eddie's eyes as he shakes his head, rolls his eyes at Steve.

"It's not the same." He huffs, wipes at his eyes with the back of his hand.

"How is it not the same? Ed's some of them are literally the same." He rests his hand on his side, one of the matching scars they have. But it doesn't help.

"Because! Even with the scars you're still beautiful! And I'm just-" he bites his lip, clamps it hard between his teeth as he looks at Steve, his eyes wide, and guilty, and full of tears. Steve tries to move closer, Eddie shakes his head. Steve mirrors him.

"I don't understand." Steve's voice is small, he genuinely doesn't understand, and he knows it's hurting Eddie, that he's frustrating him, he just doesn't know why. Eddie sighs, his teeth digging painfully into his lip.

"Because you're beautiful. And I'm not, Steve. I'm not. I mean I never was, but now I've got this." He moves his hand like he gonna slap his face and Steve grabs it, clutches Eddie hand to his chest.

"But you are." Steve says, slowly, that confusion still tinting his voice.

"Steve-" Eddie starts to shake his head, to pulls away. Steve pulls him closer, squeezes Eddie's hand.

"You are." He says again, adamant. But he can see the doubt in Eddie's eyes, sees that he wants to roll his eyes again, to deny it.

Steve surges forward, crashes his lips to Eddie's, cradles his face gently as he calms, sweetens the kiss, smiles into it when Eddie makes one of his little pleased noises. He moves then, kissing over Eddie's cheek, pressing his lips gently to the scar there, peppering gentle kisses all over it until he makes his way down to Eddie's neck. There are scars here too, and Steve takes his time, presses his lips to every inch of them until Eddie is shivering and whimpering in his arms. He kisses back up, finds Eddie's lips again and growls,

"Take your shirt off." Low in his throat, licking across Eddie's bottom lip, making him gasp as he pulls back, away from Steve.

"Wha-"

"Take. Your shirt off." Steve repeats, his voice stern. Eddie gulps, but reaches for his shirt. Steve helps him pull it over his head, tosses it across the room and immediately attaches his mouth to Eddie's chest, kissing over the scars here the same way he had the one's on his face and neck, light kisses, feather soft, so he doesn't hurt him, wouldn't dream of that.

His lips reach the unblemished skin of Eddie's stomach and he presses his tongue against him, Eddie arches up into him.

"Steve." He breathes, quiet, his hand grabbing at Steve's hair. Steve smiles into the soft skin of his stomach and then bites down, not hard, just hard enough to suprise Eddie.

"Jesus Christ!" Eddie gasps, yanking Steve up by his hair to glare at him.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Eddie hisses, but his cheeks are flushed and his eyes are more black than brown, Steve smiles, crawls on top of Eddie, slides his hand over Eddie's unscathed cheek, presses his fingers into Eddie's skin hard,

"I love you. And you're beautiful. And I'm-"

"Insatiable." Eddie supplies, before he blinks owlishly.

"Wait you- you love me?" He whispers, forehead creasing in a frown. Steve bites his lip, looks a tad bashful. But he nods.

"Yeah. I really do. I've got it bad. I love you Eddie Munson." He breathes, his thumb moving over the corner of Eddie's mouth. Eddie doesn't say anything, just stares, blinking at Steve. He gulps, feels Eddie's heart pounding against his chest.

"Do you... do you not-"

"No I do! Of course I do. Fuck sorry. My brain just like, short circuited there, of course I love you. I love you so much it's, like, genuinely terrifying sometimes. I love you. I love you!" Eddie grabs Steve's face and kisses him, Steve laughing as his outburst, Eddie was almost yelling now.

"I love you too!" Steve said, matching Eddie's volume and almost yelling into his mouth. Eddie cackles, let Steve press kissing into his cheek again, holding him close, his hand in Steve's hair.

"I love the paid of ya, but if you don't shut up I'm tossing y'all out on your asses for the night!" Wayne's voice carried through the walls to the living room.

"Sorry Uncle Wayne! Love you too!" Eddie called back as Steve stiffled his laughter in Eddie neck.

"Would you shut up. You're gonna get us kicked out." Eddie hissed, but he was pressing kisses into Steve's hair. Once he composed himself he leaned back, untangling himself from Eddie and looking him in the eyes.

"I really do love you." He says, serious. Eddie nods.

"I love you too." He presses a soft kiss to Steve lips and then drags him up, and into Eddie's bedroom. They tangle back together under his covers, Eddie wrapped around Steve like an octopus, his arms wrapped around Steve's middle, holding him close, his face shoved into Steve's hair, just breathing him in.

They lay there, in silence, for a few moments, hell, it could have been hours, Steve could never get enough of it. And then he feels Eddie smile into his neck.

"What?" Steve asks, he can't not. Eddie snorts, nuzzles his nose into Steve neck.

"Told you you needed to get fucked." Eddie whispers, his fingers tickling at Steve's ribs. Steve barks a laugh and slaps his hand over his mouth, both of them cringing, waiting for Wayne to shout again.

Nothing happens.

"Ya know what?" Steve whispers back.

"And don't get used to this, because it's rare. But you were right." Steve teases.

"Hey! I am right at least 50 percent of the time around here." Eddie says, indignation in his voice, Steve opens his mouth to argue but,

"BOYS!"

"Sorry Wayne! We're sleeping now!" Steve calls back.

"Yeah sorry! We love you!" Eddie calls, Steve twists around and clamps his hand over Eddie's mouth, he makes a little "hey!" sound, muffled but readable. They can hear Wayne laughing through the wall. Steve smiles at him, brightly, moves his hand, kisses Eddie quickly, just a peck, and then twists back around, snuggling into Eddie's arms as he pulls him close.

Steve is nearly alseep when he feels Eddie's teeth sink into his shoulder, he just manages to catch the yelp that escapes him in the crook of his arm, then he groans, dropping his head back down on their pillow.

"You're so weird." He whispers, nudging his elbow back into Eddie. He just pulls him closer, smiles into his shoulder.

"Hmm. You like it." He hums. Steve sighs, sinks back into Eddie's warmth,

"Yeah. I do. Kinda charming." Steve teases, wiggling his hips back into Eddie. Eddie just meets him half way, pressing his hips into Steve's ass with a,

"Told ya so." As he snuggles closer.

"Yeah yeah." Steve grumbles, turns himself in Eddie's arms, buries his face in Eddie's chest, and breathes him in, as Eddie wraps his arm up over Steve's head, pulling him closer as they both drift away, Eddie's smile pressed into Steve's perfectly messy hair.

#steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve x eddie #steddie fic #steddie smut #my writing #mine #my fic #hi this happened during a writing black out i dont know what happened but here we are

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