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bihansthot · 6 months

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Hey there!! ☺

I hope everything's been going okay, I'm not as active on here anymore as I used to, but I'm glad to see you back😊 I was wondering if i could write you something for Bi-Han and/or Reptile since my inbox ate your ask all that time ago😵

Title: Boo to You, Happy Howl-o-Ween part 2!

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Werewolf!Bi-Han x AFAB!Reader, Syzoth x AFAB!Reader, Syzoth x Werewolf!Bi-Han, OT3 Werewolf!Bi-Han x Syzoth x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: werewolf!Bi-Han, implied A/B/O dynamics, knotting, hemipenes, DP, mxm, threesome, c*m inflation, ruts, mating season, breeding

Word count: 4,250

Summary: You wake up to find Bi-Han with an insatiable urge to mate, ok you got this, you know how to handle it but what you didn’t count on is Syzoth feeling the same way. How are you supposed to handle both of them at the same time when they’re like this? Don’t worry, you’ll find a way 😉

Author’s Note: So, Bi-Han bottoming is about the closest to him getting dominated that I will write, I’m sorry but there is no “sub” in Sub-Zero for me, so hopefully this scratches that itch 😅 I LOVE how this one came out and hopefully you loves will too. As always please like, comment and reblog if you do! 🩵💚🩷

Also if you missed the first part you can read it here!

You shift and roll around in bed and it feels hot and sticky and wrong, you wonder if Syzoth had pushed the space heater too close to the bed in the middle of the night again. “Hnng what’s going on, why’s it so hot,” you lament reaching a hand out to look for either of your lovers only to be greeted with a hot, fluffy tail. “Oh,” you mumble slightly “oh!” You repeat as it dawns on you why the bed was so hot, it wasn’t Syzoth’s fault, it was Bi-Han's. His exposed flesh was hot and almost clammy as he slept peacefully beside the two of you. You had been through this before but Syzoth hadn’t and you were unsure how the Saurian was going to react to finding out not only were werewolves real but he was dating one.

Gently you roll the cryomancer over and tug down his pants, trying to be careful not to wake him up, slowly you lower your head over his hot, dripping cock. Bi-Han was already worked up from his rut even without knowing, and he let out a soft whimper in his sleep, the sound of its music to your ears. You shift so you're straddling his legs giving yourself a better angle to suck his cock, it's musky, heady, and mouth-watering as you test the heavy weight of it against your tongue. The taste of the cryomancer was something you could never get enough of and he almost tasted sweeter when he was in a rut, syrupy, enticing, intoxicating, irresistible and you moan softly as you lap up the sticky fluid leaking from his tip. You feel stirring and quickly flick your eyes up to see if Bi-Han was waking up, but it wasn’t Bi-Han, it was Syzoth, who seemed very happy to wrap his arms around you from behind and press, hot, wet kisses to the nape of your neck.

“Why is Bi-Han getting such a nice wake up present, I was sound asleep too ya know,” Syzoth whispers against your ear, his forked tongue tracing the outer shell as you feel the Zaterran swelling against your back.

“Because, Bi-Han has a little problem right now that I think you can relate to,” you whisper back as you pull away from his delicious cock to gesture at his fluffy ears and bushy tail.

Syzoth’s emerald green eyes go wide with surprise, “sunshine, what’s going on? Why does our Polar Bear have ears and a tail?” He hisses frantically.

“Mnng,” Bi-Han groans at the loss of your hot, wet mouth as a clawed hand gropes around for you.

“He’s been meaning to tell you, I guess he just never found the right time…” you trail off as Bi-Han cracks open his bewitching blue eyes.

“I’m a werewolf,” he slurs groggily as his tail starts to wag when you start stroking his cock lazily.

“First vampires are real, now werewolves, next your going to tell me those awful things from that movie Johnny made me watch are real too!” Syzoth exclaims thoroughly dumbfounded.

“Aliens? Nah, those aren’t real,” Bi-Han rumbles, “but I am and my rut is starting to get kind of bad.” He warns as he exhales sharply, his tongue presses against his sharp, extended canine and he shifts his hips up seeking more of your warmth.

“You get ruts too?” Syzoth ventures a curious question and figures he should come clean to Bi-Han about his own problem with ruts. He could tell from the way he was leaking against your back Bi-Han wasn’t the only one about to start their rut.

“Too? Sy, what haven’t you told me? And don’t give me that ‘well you lied too’ bullshit because I kept this a secret because I can seriously hurt both of you,” he looks away for a moment, as if he was scared of what he was really capable of.

“I’m a reptiloid Bi-Han, my true nature is that of an animal essentially and I, like you have ruts, where I can’t control my urges,” he pauses to moan as he bucks against your plush ass.

“Let me guess,” he pants softly, the fever getting worse, “you just hit yours too? Qīn, please, I need you or Sy if you’re feeling up to it.” Bi-Han all but begs as sweat breaks out across his brow and he squeezes his eyes shut tightly.

“Talk about bad timing huh?” The Zaterran answers before continuing, “how are we going to do this? I need to satisfy myself in my natural form when I’m in a rut, I need all of sunshine.”

“Why the fuck do you need her to yourself, you can share, you’ve never been so greedy before,” Bi-Han sits up snarling and then his ethereal blue eyes go wide as he sees Syzoth in his natural form from the waist down for the first time. “What the fuck? You have two dicks?!” Bi-Han exclaims as his tail goes rigid and his ears lie flat back in surprise.

Syzoth blushes a deep green as he lets Bi-Han drink in his surprise, “now you see why I need all of sunshine, un-unless,” he starts.

“Unless what? I can’t knot qīn’s throat, it would suffocate her, we’ll have to take turns.” Bi-Han reasons.

“Unless,” Syzoth tries again, flushing even deeper with embarrassment, his tail flicking and flopping around wildly at the idea.

“Spit it out,” Bi-Han growls angrily, the wolf getting the best of him as he waits very impatiently for Syzoth to get to the point.

“Well, sunshine can ride you, while I fuck both of you,” Syzoth speaks rapidly as if afraid of the answer from the cryomancer.

“You… you mean to fuck me? In my ass? I…does your rut make you stupid or something?!” Bi-Han lashes out with verbal anger.

“Now, now, calm down and think about it for a minute Polar Bear, you still get to knot me and flood my belly with your cum while Syzoth gets to satisfy himself too, no one has to wait and anal can be very enjoyable,” you reason with the cryomancer trying to come to an amicable arrangement that didn’t leave you getting passed around like an overly sensitive rag doll. You didn’t think you could handle getting fucked back to back by their animalistic sides, the thought terrified you if you were honest. Both had made you orgasm so many times and left you teary-eyed and exhausted to the point you could barely move.

Bi-Han looks away, not wanting to look at Syzoth, “be honest Sy, does it hurt?” He asks, his high cheekbones dusted with a light pink coloring as he deliberates.

“Does what hurt? My rut? Yes, it’s excruciating,” he whimpers as he ruts against your ass more persistently.

“Not that!” Bi-Han all but hisses with embarrassment, unwilling to look at either of you.

“Oh, oh, I’m sorry love, you meant anal, well a little at first but, it feels really good, especially with you, you’re always careful not to hurt me and your cock is so nice and big it feels fantastic when you get into a rhythm,” Syzoth answers as he leans forward, pressing you against the cyromancer’s washboard abs as he lovingly caresses Bi-Han’s flushed cheek.

“Fuck,” Bi-Han whines at the contact of your warm body surrounding him, “fuck, I guess, I mean if you think it will work, I just can’t wait anymore,” he growls and bucks his hips up trying to find your warmth.

“Shhh Polar Bear, let us take care of you for a change,” you whisper sweetly pressing a kiss to the temple of his forehead before you right yourself and give Syzoth a little shove back. You wrap your lips around the cryomancer’s cock again, making sure you get him nice and wet before you bury him in your wetness. His cock always seemed impossibly bigger when he was transformed so it was more a courtesy for yourself than it was for the cryomancer.

He moans low in his throat as a clawed hand comes to rest in your hair, the other pulling Syzoth over for a kiss, the kiss is cold and dominant, as if Bi-Han was trying to say he was still the one in control despite the state of affairs.

You hear the desperate little chirps coming from the Zaterran as you pull more of Bi-Han’s delicious cock into the hot cavern of your throat. You moan around his cock as you lap up the pre-cum oozing from the cryowolf’s huge cock, loving the taste of the salty liquid.

Reluctantly Syzoth breaks the kiss, “I think my tongue might be more beneficial elsewhere.”

“Go-go slow Sy, please,” Bi-Han asks in a quiet voice, one you barely even recognize as his.

Syzoth nods and helps reposition you, you unwillingly give up your delicious treat. Playing with the cryomancer had made you soaking wet, as wet as his spit-soaked cock, with Syzoth's help you steady your hands on the cryomancer’s perfect abs and you slowly sink down on his huge, thick cock. You cry out at the warmth as he opens you up slowly, you pant softly as you take your time, getting used to the burn and stretch of the cryomancer’s impressive length. It didn’t matter how many times you had been with the cryomancer, he was always a lot to handle, and even more so in this position while he was transformed. You shutter just thinking about trying to squeeze his knot inside your already stuffed pussy, but that was future yous problem, current you were just enjoying the cryowolf rearranging your insides, claiming your tight little cunt as his own.

“Fuck,” Bi-Han breathes out loudly as you finally sink down his entire shaft, enveloping him in your sweet, sticky, velveteen heat. He nearly jumps as Syzoth’s strong hands push his thighs apart and his nimble tongue grazes Bi-Han’s puckered hole. “I, I can’t, it’s too weird,” he breathes out with a hint of a pleasured whimper.

“Focus on me Bi-Han,” you reassure him as you squeeze your plush walls around his cock. “It’s like that time I gave you a prostate massage, you liked that right?” Hesitant to answer and embarrassed, Bi-Han turns his head to the side and just nods in agreement. “This is like that only better, trust me, I wouldn’t ask you to do anything I don’t think you’ll enjoy, I know giving up control is hard for you, but just try it.” You feel a spit-soaked finger prodding your ass as Syzoth slips the digit inside your ass, you let out a small moan as if to encourage and reassure Bi-Han.

Syzoth’s tongue returns to Bi-Han’s hole before wriggling inside the tight ring of muscle. He thrusts his tongue in and out slowly, trying to keep pace with the cryomancer’s uncertainty, gradually he removes his tongue to suck on his fingers and slowly pushes one inside the cryomancer’s tight body.

“Nnng Sy,” Bi-Han calls softly as he tries to relax and allow his boyfriend to keep stretching him, the sensation unfamiliar and strange.

You roll your hips to distract the cryomancer from Syzoth’s ministrations, moaning softly as you do. You can already feel the base of Bi-Han’s knot swelling as he gives a little shout and a swear.

Syzoth added a second finger to both of you as his fingers are quick to find Bi-Han’s prostate and massage it eagerly.

“Oh fuck,” Bi-Han sighs and tries to keep still, desperately wanting to buck up into your enticing heat, but not wanting to do anything that would hurt himself.

“You look so good right now Bi-Han, your cute little ears keep flicking around and you��re all flushed with need, god you’re perfect,” Syzoth breathes out as he peeks around you to get a good look at his usually dominant lover.

“Sh-shut up Sy,” Bi-Han stutters before it’s cut off by an indignant little whimper the cryowolf is desperate to choke off.

You moan at the way Bi-Han looks, his shoulder-length, ebony hair spilled across the dark blue sheets, strands sticking to his sweaty forehead, the blush prevalent on his high cheekbones, his blue eyes almost black with need. Oh, this was your lucky day alright, seeing Bi-Han like this would more than make up for any discomfort to come. You shift your weight in his lap to make it easier to bounce on his huge cock, each little thrust making you moan loudly as Syzoth worked a third finger into both of you. “Oh god, you two are going to make me cum,” you whimper as the heat coils and pools in your lower stomach. You’d barely started fucking the cryomancer and already you were teetering on the edge of an orgasm just feeling the swell of his knot and the delicious way each thrust of your hips knocked his fat cockhead into your sweet spot.

Bi-Han growls and presses down on Syzoth’s fingers as his clawed hands find your hips, digging into your supple flesh softly, “so cum for us, no one’s stopping you.”

You whine at Bi-Han’s words as you lift and lower yourself onto his thick cock, determined to fit his knot inside your warmth as you can feel it swelling more and more with each flick of Syzoth’s talented fingers.

“Mmm what are you waiting for indeed?” Syzoth asks and there’s a sudden emptiness as you hear the obscene squeal of the bottle of lube. Even though Syzoth was self-lubricating in his natural form he thought some extra moisture wouldn’t hurt. Slowly he pushes into you first meeting little to no resistance as his huge cock slowly slips inside your tight little ass.

“Ah, oh, fuuuuuuck,” you hiss as you're filled to the brim by both of your lovers and it feels indescribable, you can’t hold back any longer as you force the last few inches of Bi-Han’s knot into your greedy pussy. Your mouth opens in a silent cry before you find your voice in the form of a high-pitched keen, your plush, sticky walls clamp down on both of their cocks as you chase your high. You shudder wildly as Bi-Han’s claws hold you firmly in place atop him as your orgasm crashes into you. You can’t explain it but whenever Bi-Han was in a rut it always made you crazy sensitive and extra horny, maybe he released pheromones to make his mate amicable to his rut, you didn’t know, all you knew was the pleasure coursing through your body was enough to make you see stars.

Bi-Han lets out a low whine and through your fog, you realize Syzoth is slowly sinking his second cock into the cryomancer’s tight entrance. “Oh fuck, you feel so good qīn, so perfect, your little pussy built just for me,” he groans as you squeeze and pulsate around his hard cock. Another soft noise escapes the cryowolf, “this is weird, why is it spiney Sy?”

Syzoth just chuckles and reaches around to wipe some of the hair from Bi-Han’s sweaty brow, “I don’t know, just how Zaterran’s are. Is it ok? Do I need to go slower?”

“If you go any slower we’ll still be here by the time our next rut kicks in, you aren’t going to break me Sy,” Bi-Han huffs indignantly, his usual cockiness and arrogance slowly returning.

You pant and heave on top of the cryowolf as you try and catch your breath, but it just comes out in pitiful little whimpers as both cocks fill you so full you’re afraid to move.

“I’ll take it from here sunshine, you rest, you did such a good job,” Syzoth praises as he begins to move slowly thrusting his cocks in and out of you and Bi-Han.

You cry out at the action as it forces you to topple over giving Syzoth a better angle to fuck you both. You whine and mewl as the actions drive Bi-Han’s huge knotted cock in and out of you, the tip kissing your cervix with each thrust. It seems so gentle in compassion to the first time the cryowolf had absolutely ravaged you last spring in your little apartment by the river.

Syzoth reaches down to entwine his fingers with Bi-Han’s as their hands rest on your hips, keeping you in place. He shares a messy kiss with the cryomancer as he starts to fuck both of you in earnest now.

Bi-Han bites his lip to try and quiet the little cries and whimpers falling from his lips as Syzoth’s cock plunges into him over and over again.

You don’t bother silencing yourself, you didn’t care if the whole Lin Kuei heard how good you were getting fucked. You cry out loudly as the lip of Bi-Han’s knot catches on the rim of your overstretched pussy, it hurts but feels perfect all at the same time and Syzoth keeps thrusting into the two of you, driving Bi-Han’s cock impossibly deeper inside your slick walls. “I-I’m going to cum again,” you warn the two of them as the heat and pressure in your stomach becomes unbearable. Bi-Han holds your hips in place as he thrusts up wildly, feverishly into your wet heat and your brain short-circuits, you can’t keep up with them both thrusting, you pant and whimper as hot fat tears begin to roll down your cheeks. “Oh fuck, oh fuck please,” you plead, unsure who you’re pleading to as they continue to fuck you.

“Shit qīn, I’m gonna cum too,” Bi-Han growls out, his teeth clenched tightly together as his hips snap into you painfully.

You squeal loudly as the tension in your belly snaps and you tumble over the edge, you whimper pitifully as the pleasure courses through your body. You can’t help the way your tongue falls out of your mouth, lolling to the side as saliva mingles with your tears as your mess oozes down your face, dripping onto Bi-Han’s unusually hot cheeks.

He holds you close as he slams up into you, pushing his enormous knot inside your tight little canal before he finally stills, with a loud snarling sound you feel the first jets of cum splashing against your walls. His icy claws dig into your flesh, little droplets of blood oozing up from the punctures as his hips still and he begins pumping you full of cum.

You whine as you feel the ridiculous amount of viscous liquid filling up your tight little hole, your whole body trembles as his knot swells fully, locking every single drop of cum inside your spent pussy. You pant softly as you look down, feeling your belly swell with Bi-Han’s release, you blush as you look almost pregnant.

“Fuck, qīn, you feel so perfect right now, so tight, you’re so full of my cum, ugh I just want to keep fill you up,” Bi-Han groans as Syzoth keeps thrusting.

“You both feel amazing,” he echos the sentiment as he rocks his hips against both of you, the little spines tickling and caressing your insides.

“I feel weird, I just came, but I want to again,” Bi-Han growls, his blue eyes looking electric in the morning light.

Syzoth focuses on Bi-Han’s prostate as he fucks the two of you harder, chasing his own orgasm, “so cum for me, cum all over my pretty cocks.” Syzoth pants, getting close to cumming himself as he sneaks a hand around and in between you and Bi-Han to tease your clit.

“Sy!” You shout and lurch in place, unable to go anywhere due to Bi-Han’s knot locking him deep inside you. You cover your mouth in embarrassment as he continues to rub tight circles around your clit making your voice rise in octaves, both their names fall from your lips as you tremble and shake around their cocks.

“Such a good girl you are qīn, gonna make a mess all over my cock aren’t you, I bet it feels so good taking both of us at once,” Bi-Han encourages in between moans as Syzoth’s cock keeps up its persistent assault on his prostate. He pants loudly, his groans and growls becoming more animalistic and feral the longer the reptiloid keeps fucking the two of you.

“Sy please,” you beg and you’re not sure if you want him to stop or to let you cum as you feel Bi-Han’s huge cock twitch and pulsate with another impending orgasm.

Syzoth pulls you upright again as he gets a better angle on your clit, rubbing it mercilessly in time with his hard thrusts, you can barely hear the obscene squelching over the noises you keep making. It embarrasses you again, to the point of tears once again threatening to fall. “Cum for me sunshine,” he hisses trying to keep his excited chirps at bay.

You scream their names as your body locks up and with a great big heave your orgasm knocks the wind from your body. It takes a moment to find your voice again as you whimper and cry as the pleasure shakes you to the very core, you clench around their cocks as you ride out your pleasure, blurry-eyed and spent.

“Fuck!” Bi-Han shouts as one more thrust from Syzoth coupled with your orgasm pushes him over the edge once more and you aren’t sure where all the cum will go, your stomach is already distorted as it is.

You’re a good girl though so you take it and moan at the sensation of more of the hot cum spilling into your unprotected womb. You cry and whimper on top of Bi-Han as Syzoth’s tail flails wildly and you can tell he’s about to cum as well.

“You’re both so good, so pretty, I can’t hold back anymore,” he whines and chokes off a hissing sound as your ass and Bi-Han’s ass are suddenly warm and sticky with copious amounts of Zaterran cum.

Suddenly you shiver violently, the heat dissipating from Bi-Han’s once fevered body and you’re suddenly chilled to the core inside and out.

Bi-Han makes a face as Syzoth’s release floods his body and he looks uncomfortable, “that feels weird, why do you always moan when I cum qīn?”

“You look really hot when you do?” You offer up the easiest, least embarrassing answer you can give the cryomancer. “I mean I can’t see Sy, but I’m sure he looks all fucked out and hot as hell,” you continue trying to cover up the fact that you had a breeding kink about as badly as your boyfriends had one.

“I mean yeah, he looks pretty hot, but it’s all warm and sticky,” Bi-Han continues to make a face as slowly Syzoth pulls out.

“It’s a compliment Bi, it means I like your sweet little ass so much I just had to claim it,” he chuckles and barely manages to dodge the pillow thrown at him.

“You are so lucky I can’t move right now, you’d be in deep shit,” Bi-Han growls, but stays in place knowing he can’t go anywhere until his knot deflates.

You whimper feebly caught in the middle of all of this as Syzoth’s release dribbles down your backside mingling in the mess below. “C-cold,” you whimper out and Syzoth is quick to wrap a blanket around you all while Bi-Han’s tail wags happily and his ears twitch playfully.

“So, how was it?” Syzoth asks, cuddling up next to the two of you.

“Weird, but I didn’t hate it, I guess under emergency rut situations it’s acceptable to let you top, but ONLY during emergency rut situations.” Bi-Han huffs as Syzoth nuzzles his neck lovingly.

“Understood,” he agrees albeit a bit wistfully, it had been nice being able to pleasure both of his lovers at the same time.

“Qīn, you can lie down on me if it’s more comfortable you know, you don’t have to just stay perched up there,” Bi-Han says while stroking your back through the fluffy blanket.

“I’m cold Polar Bear, laying on you will make me even colder,” you whine, you hadn’t thought about how uncomfortable of a position this would be to ride out his knot.

“What if I put a blanket on my chest, will that help?” Bi-Han asks while Syzoth grabs another of the many blankets that were strewn all over the cryomancer’s bed.

“Y-yeah, that might help.” You try and stop your teeth from chattering as Syzoth helps you lay down on the blanketed cryomancer, his tail still wagging happily. “Next time can you two have separate ruts please?”

“Why? You seemed like you enjoyed yourself,” Bi-Han asks, his now brown eyes fluttering closed.

“Yeah but everything hurts now, you two are too much like this,” you lament, but not really, deep down you were about as happy as could be with your distended belly full of cum making it hard to get comfortable.

Syzoth offers you a kiss on the cheek as he slides a pillow under your head, “well get some rest for now, I don’t know how werewolves are but you know I’ll be insatiable in another few hours or so.”

“Same!” Bi-Han grins and throws a hand up for a high five, something the two of you had to teach the Zaterran.

The two of them chuckle and you just sigh dramatically, while concealing a smile as you try and get some more sleep, it was going to be a very long day and night, not that you were complaining of course.

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dustofthedailylife · 1 year

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Modern au, imagine falling asleep on Scara on the train on your way to school. He acts all annoyed until he notices you have a fever which leads to him scoffing before pulling you closer to him.

Hnng, yes cute! I don't write much for Scara so I'm sorry if this is OOC but have some of my brain juice:

He is already acting annoyed that you had to sit in the seat right next to him because the train is so packed this morning. He generally likes to have some space, or so he claims. But he actually doesn't particularly mind either as long as it is you sitting beside him.

He is mindlessly looking out the window and watches the trees and brushes by the train tracks fly by. Until suddenly, he feels a weight on his shoulder and looks over to find you supporting yourself on it with closed eyes.

He clicks his tongue in annoyance and gets the urge to push you off his shoulder again. What even are you thinking, just get enough sleep at night so you don't fall asleep on the train. And besides, he's not a pillow and you're just friends, right?

It isn't until he feels the heat from your skin permeating through his shirt that he pauses briefly. He puts his hand on your forehead and you're partially burning up. Every fool could tell you have a fever.

"Tch, why didn't you stay at home?", he scoffs, draping his jacket and an arm around your shoulders.

But despite outwardly complaining, he pulls you a little closer while trying his hardest to suppress a blush and a smile from appearing on his face.

#🍁 dust mail #🍁 garden visitor: anon #genshin impact #scaramouche x reader #scara x reader #wanderer x reader #genshin x reader #I hope this wasn't too OOC shdjsh #🍁 dust brainrot

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spicywhenspeaking · 6 months

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If Im There: Chapter Six

Noah X OFC Natalie

read from part one :)

warning: sexxyyy timeeee protected p in v, oral female receiving, fingering, loss of virginity

this is a work of fiction with sex taking place between two people who are 18 or over so minors do not interact.

tags: Fluffy Smutt

★⭐︎☆⭐︎☆⭐︎☆⭐︎☆⭐︎☆⭐︎☆⭐︎★

“Fuck” Noah says under his breath as he takes in the scene unfolding, we’ve made out lot since we’ve started dating and he has definitely felt me up, but we’ve kept our clothes on. I’m changing it up on him with little warning and he's freezing slightly, suddenly unsure where to look or touch.

“It's okay” I reassure him and take his hand, placing it on top of my chest. The soft light from my bedside table lamp is the only thing illuminating the space in a warm golden hue. He takes a quick inhale looking between my eyes and my dark purple bra. “Natalie, I- what is it that you want?” he asks, thumb rubbing soothingly against the exposed skin of my breast.

“I want you, Noah” Moving closer I kiss him and place my hand on top of his giving a gentle squeeze. “I want to be close to you, I want to feel you” Another kiss “everywhere” I whisper into his ear. “ I just want you, Noah.” I say again looking deeply into his brown eyes.

Hearing his name on my lips, his eyes darken and he surges forward to mash our lips together in a hungry kiss. His hand on my bra pulls the fabric down slightly exposing my nipple to the cold air. “ Natalie.” he rasps out “God, you’re beautiful” he kisses down my neck and moves the straps of my bra down my shoulders, gently kissing my exposed flesh. Reaching back he expertly unclasps my bra and it falls to the side forgotten quickly and he comes back up to kiss me again, kneading my breasts and then tweaking my nipple causing me to gasp sharply. “Fuck, that feels good Noah.”

He removes his shirt next and pushes us back down onto the pillows covering my body with his and sliding his thigh in between my legs creating a delicious friction. I moan at the new feeling the pressure creates and I feel the length of him pressing up against me, sending a thrill of excitement into my core. We continue kissing and Noah moves between massaging my boobs and running his hands over all of my exposed skin while I trail my hands from tangling in his hair to running along his back feeling his muscles move with him. He trails his fingers down my torso to the waistband of my shorts and dips his finger underneath, advancing closer to where I desire him the most. He toys with the button of my shorts and then looks at me quietly asking “Are you sure this is what you want? We don't have to do anything, Natalie, you know I-” my voice cuts through, interrupting him. “I’m sure,” I tell him. “I’m positive. I want this with you. I want it to be you.” he nods his head and pops the button of my shorts open, easing down the zipper to reveal the matching dark purple underwear beneath.

My breath hitches as he pulls the shorts down the rest of the way as he stares hungrily at the dark spot that's showing through my underwear. “Wow, you’re really wet” he whispers admiring my mostly naked form. I blush deeply and try to push my legs together out of embarrassment, but his hands stop me, “Don’t hide baby, it's so hot, I like seeing you all worked up just from kissing.” He leans down to kiss the inside of my thigh and then again before looking up through his lashes asking “can I taste you?”

Unable to form words I just nod my head and he slips my underwear down and trails kisses back up my leg until I feel his hot breath against me. His tongue starts with a slow lick through my folds and I yelp out in surprised pleasure. I feel him grin against me as he continues going from soft licks and sucks against my clit. “Noah” I pant out “hnng, that feels so good” I look down at him and meet his blazing stare fixed on me, he takes his hand and caresses his fingers against my wet heat, inserting one slowly. My back arches off the bed and my orgasm rips through me, surprising both of us. “Fuuuck” he moans and goes back in pumping his finger in and out while sucking on my clit, soon he adds another finger and I notice him slowly grinding himself against the bed looking for his own relief. His fingers continue to pump and scissor into my spreading me open to prepare me for him, he rises back up to kiss me harshly on the mouth, I thought it would be strange to kiss someone after they went down on me but its so hot, our tongues tangle and I reach down to unbutton his pants. “Okay, now you, take these off.” Noah laughs lightly and stands from the bed taking his pants and underwear off in one fell swoop his erection pops out, smacking against the underside of his belly button.

“Holy fuck” my eyes widen in surprise “You’re huge!” He moves back onto the bed and sits next to me taking my face into his hands and kisses me “We can go slow, I’ll take care of you, I promise.” he tucks a hair that fell into my face back behind my ear. “Or we can stop now if it's too much.”

“No, I want to” I kiss him. “I trust you.”

“Okay. Um-” he pauses “well, I wasn't expecting this so I don't have a condom..you don't happen-”

“Right here!” I reach into my bedside table drawer and pull out a square foil wrapper. He plucks the condom from my hands laughing softly “Wow, you came prepared huh?”

“I was hopeful, yes..I care about you a lot Noah, and I want my first time to be with you.” We share a kiss and he moves to settle in between my legs. “I care about you too Natalie, so so much.” He takes the condom and slides it on, then moves to gather the wetness at my core on his cock before gently pressing in.

There's pain and I cry out lightly “Ah” he stills “Are you okay,” he asks. “Yes, just keep going,” I reply while catching my breath. He continues to slowly move until he's fully seated inside. The fullness takes over all of my senses, all I can't think, all I can feel is Noah. He starts slowly rocking his hips and the pain subsides into slow-burning pleasure and he leans down to kiss me eagerly and we both groan at the feeling of us moving together.

“Fuck.” he moans “You’re so tight, fuuuck, you feel so fucking good” his thrusts pick up and he reaches down to rub my clit in circles. My wet heat clenches around him at the new sensation and I mewl in pleasure “Oh fuck, Noah! It feels so good” The warm feeling low in my belly is growing and I feel my climax approaching again. Noah's hips are moving at an uneven tempo as he tries to hold on for me to finish first “That’s it, baby, let go, I got you” he breathes out in a tight voice and my orgasm explodes through me and I feel myself clenching around him and he whines out his own release. Falling to lay next to me still partially connected he pants to catch his breath, I look up at him and as my own breathing evens out I rest my head on his shoulder. He pulls out fully, smiles and kisses my forehead, “are you okay?’ he questions sweetly.

“Yes, I feel great. That was amazing.” We rest in each other's arms for a minute before I pop up to quickly run to the bathroom. I come back and Noah is lounging on top of the covers with his boxers back on staring at the glow-in-the-dark stars on my ceiling. “I've had those up since I was 9, my dad helped me put them up”

I tell him as I walk over to our discarded clothing, pick up his shirt, and put it on. He laughs “I guess it looks better on you anyway.” I rush to jump back on the bed, making him squeal in surprise “Natty!” his arms wrap around me and catch me, dropping me down beside me as he covers my mouth with a kiss. “This is going to be the best summer ever,” he says against my mouth and I can't help but agree.

——-NEXT CHAPTER HERE!! still so much more to happen between those two ❤️

hope you enjoyed this one!! xoxoxoxo

taglist : @lma1986 @cookiesupplier @notingridslurkaccount

#noah sebastian #noahsebastian #noah sebastian fic #noah sebastian fanfiction #Noah Sebastian Fanfic #bad omens fanfiction #bad omens fic #If I’m There Noah #my fic #bad omens rpf #bad omens #bad omens fanfic #bad omens cult #noah sebastian smut #smut #angst with a happy ending

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braingray · 2 months

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Find a WIP Word Game

I was tagged by @setsailslash. Thank you so much! I never have too many WIPs going on at one time, so all of these word choices are going to come out of the same two fics I have in progress right now.

Tagging @withthekeyisking-writer @yaoist @zeroducks-2 even though I think at this point most of us have migrated to other fandoms besides DC lol. My three snippets here still are!

My words for y'all are "bleed", "loyal", "laugh", and I'm totally snatching "hands" because hnng hands.

Content Warnings: Explicit sexual content. The third snippet contains non-con.

I don't have one for apron but I wish I did hehe.

Hands. From the Club AU. BruDick.

When they part, Dick almost forgets where he is. He feels like he just came down from space. “Gee,” he says, because that’s genuinely the only thing he can come up with for expression with his brain only halfway online. “That was nice.”

By way of agreement, Bruce wordlessly guides him back in for another.

He could do this forever. No hands yanking his hair or going straight for his lap. No fingers in his mouth, up his shirt.

But, god, he would let him. He’d let Bruce do whatever he wanted, right here in the back of this nice little car. But he doesn’t make a move beyond brushing his thumb over Dick’s cheek and pulling him closer to kiss, and that’s just as nice. The fire in his belly still burns, but it’s a warm and pleasant thing instead of an urgent necessity.

This time when it ends, Dick doesn’t say a word.

Soft. From a Harley/Selina PWP.

Without taking her lips from Harley’s neck, Selina rumbles a soft laugh against the skin there. Every once in a while, she reminds Harley of Bruce. She thinks they spend too much time together, but she ignores that and relaxes into the kisses and scratches of manicured nails down her hip and thigh.

“No underwear,” Selina comments. “Naughty girl.”

“Why don’tcha punish me, then?”

Abruptly, she’s twisted around and bent over the counter. Selina’s hand presses against the back of her head, keeping her down, and Harley wiggles her ass back against her.

“I’ve been sooooo bad, mommy,” she croons playfully, earning a swat to the backside that makes her grin turn wide. She admires the reflection of Selina’s hand slowly inching around her throat, the V of her thumb and forefinger cradling just under Harley’s jaw as she tilts her head up.

Selina looks just as smug as expected. “I only play mommy for one person. Sorry, darling.”

“Tell Brucie I’m comin’ for him.”

Cock. Club AU again. RomanDick. Non-con!

He can get used to the thin air he’s getting while Roman chokes him on his cock, but it’s what he says that’s hard to take. “You were always my favorite slut.” Dick is torn between a Pavlovian response to the praise and the newly-acquired knowledge of how much Roman means his so-called pet names. Acid threatens to rise in his throat, but he does his best to ignore it. “That’s why daddy’s so disappointed in you for this.” Indignation spears through his chest. “But you’re going to make it up to me, aren’t you?”

Dick sucks harder, coming off with a pop so he can take a quick, ragged breath before going down again.

“That’s right. That’s what you like, isn’t it?” He looks up at the man through damp lashes, and Roman finally lets go of his hair in favor of brushing the pad of his thumb over the wetness gathered beneath Dick’s eye. “Yeah,” he says in a low, pleased rumble. “That’s what I thought.”

#tag game

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chiyoso · 9 months

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spoiler; hi3 herrscher of rebirth event disccusions (media included)

(opinions open, but please be kind, and do indulge me about your understandings as well <3)

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firstly,

(a1) from what ive taken inside my cogging brain in the event, seele is like... a variant of HoD? rebirth basically, technically she's still HoD yes? but... vita just said "nah death doesnt suit your cute ass" ... am i getting that right lmao

(a2) that, from my own understandings, a herrscher can be created at anytime with the right energy levels in any situation, right? (speculation based off on senti, prometheus, schrodinger, vita, and misteln)

(b1) ... with that in mind, the transformation of HoR is kinda baffling when we see seele suddenly gushed out from the pretty waters, is trauma the main play here during the making of a herrscher? emotional vulnerability? a wailing, cute red seele accepting something?

(b2) i havent gotten that far into the main plot of the story, but i assume friendship, trauma and accepting shit are one of many things involving a birth of a herrscher, a psychological, mental strength against the will perhaps?

besides all that, lets take a moment to appreciate vita's DESIGN BECAUSE DAMN. DAMN. MAKING ME INSPIRED FR and it was really damn nice to see bronya and mei interact with red seele in this way, wholesome moment nngh, misteln's outfit too, she's so fucking amazing (reminds me of kafka cough cough)

(c1) i also want to know (since im quite confused in this part) if the 6th divine key, abyss flower is in seele's literal possession, or is it in durandal's, schicksal's, anything/anyone really, i remember seele mentioning something about it, but my dumbass kept clicking accidentally until i couldnt go back to the chatlogs lmao

(c2) speaking of divine keys, does anyone have an idea/information on the whereabouts of the 2nd divine key? yes, the one that can... travel through... space.........or bubble verses? or just- traveling like the astral train in HSR, im not well versed in the specifics of divine keys atm, only briefly through wiki and such, SO PLEASE! inform me because i would love to dive into the rabbit hole of hi3 lore

once again, all discussions, opinions are welcomed, but please respect each other! that's all <3 - hiraeth

might make misteln my whole identity for a few days shes so hot hnng

the red seele trauma moment 🥹 take your meds sweetie.........

#honkai Impact #honkai impact 3rd #honkai impact welt yang #hi3 #herrscher #herrscher of rebirth #seele #seele vollerei #hi3 seele #hi3 seele vollerei #honkai impact seele #honkai impact seele vollerei

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itsdappleagain · 11 months

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Arguably one of the strongest character building episodes in the entire series, The Daisho Caper is fantastically unique in its motivations, gorgeous scenery and animation, and subversion of expectations. I’m so ready for this unique and spectacular episode. LET’S GET IT GOING!!!!

(and yes. im mega late. working on it. notes under the cut as always!)

I love this infodump section so much. It’s really beautiful and super unique in that it starts the episode and also happens in a flashback (almost everything about this episode is unique?? From singing to a rejected redemption arc there are lots of things in this episode that never happen again

LIL BABY CARMEN

AWWW WAIT CARMEN ASKS IF HE CAN TAKE HER TO JAPAN AND YEARS LATER HE GETS TO. DAD MOMENT

And you can see how shadow-san distances himself from her as she gets older

Sleepy carmen <333

Sleepy EVERYONE

SHADOWLOLADLOWLEHEE HOO

That ironic little “heh” carmen does is so. Yeah i dont know i love it

Man hideo got SUMMONED she put one finger on the glass and he teleported

HOW ABOUT SORRY, CARMEN

Hideo is honestly so perceptive he would kill it in miraculous ladybug /j okay but seriously he’s already noticed what she knows and he even recognizes her when. Literally not even the law enforcement agency dedicated to catching her could at one point

“Dark forces” checks out, seeing as shadow-san basically means mr. shadow

I love when they get bitchy with each other

Also HI the animation is SOO PRETTY THIS EPISODE

More than a feeling by boston. Its by boston you guys do you get it its by boston

Also this karaoke scene SLAPS

Not zack pulling down shadowsan’s clothing. Yas bitch show a little slutty shoulder

THEYRE HAVING SO MUCH FUN <333

Zack and ivy: thank you thank you!!!!

Carmen and Shadowsan: okay well now that theyve shut the fuck up we can continue talking i guess

MAN HE SAID SPIES AND ASSASSINS AND HE’S REMEMBERING DEXTER…SPYING AND ASSASSINATION WAS WHAT HE WAS THERE FOR AND HE HAS TO CONFRONT IT NOW

HE CAN’T REALLY BECOME A SAMURAI IN THE EYES OF HIMSELF AND HIS BROTHER UNTIL HE CONFRONTS THAT PIECE OF HIS PAST AND LEARNS TO GROW FROM IT WITH CARMEN. MAN THIS EPISODE

PAPER STAR <333

Wait dokuso says “i called you here” do senior operatives have some caper perms? Can dokuso contact the faculty and be like HEY can i borrow paper star

Not quite sure what the little maneuver in the air was supposed to help avoid because it did. Nothing

HNNG okay i’ve dumped on jo’s DMs about this shot but its SO pretty

Follows the rule of thirds line, the gorgeous lighting, paper star framed in the moon, the perspective and use of space, the petals blowing in the wind, glowing in the light. ACTUAL LITERAL ART

Rip deleted scene where paper star says “sheep dont fly” the first time ig

Season two and those slide-under-projectile shots

Carmen and chucking painful building materials at evil gay women this season

Carmen loves that little flip over the shoulder move

Also I LOVE that you can just watch Carmen figure out who Suhara is immediately its cool

whats up with the dirt on his face

SO BEGINS THE VILE FACULTY SAGA honestly such a fun plot point from this season they'll literally try out anyone

GOD the bridge and the cherry blossoms and the water have I mentioned how gorgeous this episode is

there's always more to the story with shadowsan

also mmm i love. i love that carmen isnt quite certain, so she says "suhara" very quietly. she's testing it out, and the look on shadowsan's face is all she needs to figure out that she's right

just another little tiny clue that shadowsan knows more than he lets on about her past. why would he be guilty about simply not knowing where she came from? if his cover story was true, he would if anything be carmen's savior from a terrible death or being picked up by some random people or something. just. god really good.

SHADOWSAN IS SO TALL NEXT TO HER SJDGDHS

god that transition with the cherry blossoms was good

i feel so bad for hideo he didn't deserve shadowsangst

btw i want to see a spinoff with the faculty/shadow-san's school and early crime days

man the confrontation scene is so raw. hideo is shaking, holding that sword, but he is fucking ready to fight his brother about keeping the sword. man its good

appreciate the scenery

that reveal of the shot being a puddle is also so good this episode is literally art

i love rewatching this episode for the little details- the camera always stopping before ivy's face, the swords discreetly disappearing as the cart goes by. you don't even notice the first time

i know they kill people and stuff but the hoodlums are kinda sweet. yess kings sing that karaoke

i wonder if the elvis song was a nod to the elvis episode they wanted to do with shadowsan (duane said they had to scrap it and im SOOO MAD)

ivy and zack must just have full charisma stats bc i dont know how they keep getting away with blending in literally everywhere. maam thats a white bitch in a wig

i love the three of them immediately sweating their balls off when shadowsan grabs the sword

EVEN THE IMPACT FRAMES ARE COOL

btw the tattoos in this episode are cool i wish more non yakuza members had them

that app on carmen's phone is a gaydar

how long was paper star just sitting in the packaging just going "ooghhh yeah im like a fucking jack in the box im gonna scare her so bad ooogh"

i love the kitty fans

not sure what carmen was going to do with the fans anyway seeing as she doesnt know how to use them as a weapons but whatever

oh nevermind she. i guess does

i love howw carmen just like. rides paper star

girlie has to stop strapping shit to her back it does not work

another one of my favorite shots in the show the lighting is sooo beautiful

i also like how carmen is looking down, not trying to shake her off, reaching a hand down- she doesn't want paper star to fall to her death, obviously

i was like damn how did that little fall knock both of them out cold but paper star LANDED ON HER NECK

PARTIES OVER ELVIS IS GONE

i love the very minimal music when dokuso and shadowsan are fighting its cool

get poisoned

i think they reused the shadowsan poisoned groaning sound twice in a row

anyway also a nice shot here

it seriously looks like paper star was just lying there and as soon as she heard carmen get up she was like oh chill nap time is over

that climbing the ladder animation was so slick

so wait. they predicted? that paper star would not only be hidden in the sword room but latch onto carmen's ankle and follow her all the way up to that roof. so they could glue her

kill kill kill

the anime glasses on dokuso are awesome

out of context it looks like carmen just murdered shadowsan in a swordfight

god the empty room. and then you pan down and shadowsan is kneeling. good shit

MAN what a fantastic scene. he does exactly what shadowsan asks him to- does not forgive him, because he does not yet see a reason to. but he allows him to correct that mistake. what . god what a good rejection of a redemption shadowsan HASN'T redeemed himself (fully) yet it just makes sense

mmm when he appears from behind her and her spidey senses go off. its good shit

just that emotion on her face. she's sympathetic that his brother didn't accept him back, but happy that he'll still go with them on their journey.

now, this is the only time we get a voiceover from carmen (other than when she's talking to crackle in the pilot) and its such a stark choice. like the only time we ever really get an inner monologue from carmen that lets us know how she feels about it

everything about this episode is just so fantastic and different! cs thrives when it dives into character motivations...but it just doesn't do that very much. there are so many unique choices in the episode- from the untraditional infodump scene to the music to the gorgeous animation/lighting to the voiceover to the rejected redemption scene to the hints at shadowsan's true past with carmen...i could keep going on and on about it forever, but I won't. you've seen the episode. its just. argh. its so good

okay that's all from me. hopefully I can get the rest of my cs weeklies out sooner rather than later- im almost done with finals!!

#carmen sandiego #carmen sandiego 2019 #cs weekly #carmen sandiego weekly #csweekly

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sora-has-no-vore-on-this-blog · 11 months

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hnng... agent 24...

"Hachi! What the shell were you thinking!?"

"Look, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

Maren held Hachi up by the collar of her shirt. The octoling girl had recently run straight into danger to protect the unaware captain, scaring them out of their wits. "Hachi, you are 19 years old now," they hissed at her. "You're getting too old for this sort of recklessness, and besides, you know I can handle myself!"

"You had your back turned, Maren! I couldn't just stand there and let you get hurt!"

"You know, when you two bicker like that, it kinda makes you sound like an old married-"

"SH-SHUT UP, Callie..." Maren interrupted, their face flushed in a warm orange with embarrassment. Marie simply giggled at that, and they turned their face away not wanting to see it. They needed to find some way to shelter Hachi and restrain their reckless behavior. But how?

Suddenly, their stomach growled, and an idea popped into their head. Not exactly the most orthodox idea, but an idea nonetheless. "Callie, Marie, can you please leave the room for a moment?" they asked. "Hachi and I have some... Private matters to discuss."

Callie tilted her head at that. Marie simply grabbed her wrist and led her out, not wanting to intrude on whatever the captain and 8 were doing. And with that, the two were left alone.

Maren set Hachi down on a mattress, giving her more room to breathe. Shortly after, they sat down themself and let out a sigh. "Look, Hachi... I'm sorry for blowing up in your face like that," they said. "It's just... You know, I like you, a lot. And I can't stand the thought of you getting hurt, especially because I was stupid."

"Well, feeling's mutual, Maren!" Hachi worriedly blurted. "If I didn't act, you were almost certainly gonna get hurt!" She didn't quite see Maren's expression at that moment, since they quickly turned away. However, it looked like they were contemplating something, one hand on their chin and another hovering above their torso.

"...hey, Hachi," they asked, "do you think that you could let me..." Unable to form any more words, they opened their mouth wide and pointed into it. She didn't know exactly what that meant, so she just tilted her head in confusion.

"...Ah, go figure, one of the most innocent Octolings I know..." the captain muttered, though they didn't finish that sentence. "Well, I'd like you to shift into your octopus form, please."

"But why?"

"Now, please."

"I just-"

"Captain's orders."

Unable to argue, she simply laid down and shifted into octopus form. Maren was harsh on the outside, but she knew that under that cold, stoic exterior was a truly caring captain. They lifted her, up to their face. "If it's scary, just close your eyes," they said. "This will only take a moment."

They opened their mouth wide, and, somewhat frightened, Hachi shut her eyes. The next couple moments were a bit of a blur. She felt wetness for a bit, then heard a loud gulp. A tight space squeezed her, and she felt some pressure from outside too. And then finally, she was released, and she heard a squish noise as she landed.

"Okay, you can open your eyes now," the captain's voice called, reverberating as if it were all around her. So she opened her eyes, to see rippling walls with a soft orange glow, and to find out that she was sitting in a small pool of orange ink. The same exact orange of the captain's ink.

"Wait, is this...?" she thought. She'd read books on cephalopod biology. "Oh, don't tell me..."

"Hey, sorry for just... eating you like that," they muttered, confirming her suspicions. "Really, all I wanted was to protect you..." Hachi thought about that. Maren wouldn't willingly digest her, and even if they digested her by accident, she was connected to a nearby spawn point, so she'd be easily revived.

Hachi decided she'd be willing to go along with this.. "I'm okay with staying here," she said, "but warn me properly next time, okay?" The captain's stomach let out a few satisfied gurgles while the walls gave her a gentle squeeze. Like a hug that surrounded her completely.

"Well, I would have freaked you out if I did," they muttered, "and besides, I was embarrassed about saying it out loud." Hachi giggled. That was really cute. In both senses of the phrase, Maren was quite soft on the inside. So gentle... She felt a little sleepy, so she cuddled into the walls and settled down.

Maren rubbed their stomach gently. Something about Hachi's acceptance of the situation made them feel... Warm inside. The fact that she trusted them with every part of herself... They couldn't help but feel a bit fluffy. It had been a long day, so they decided to settle down and rest...

#💮sora/satou's bullshit #💮vore stuff #💮sora/satou writes a fic #safe vore #soft vore #sfw vore #splatvore

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sunmoonjune · 10 months

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AWWWW YEAHHHH feels good to make a return to my note dedicated to ltm commentary

OH MY GOD IT'S BUG'S MUM. OR I GUESS MUMS SINCE SHE HAS TWO. i never would've guESSed that she would have a biological and non-biological mum. but i think it's really clever on your part because it just adds that much more psychopathic depth to the father's character - he's willing to kill his first and second wife in order to protect his secret.

I CANT BELIEVE HE MADE BUG KILL DAIA ?? ?? ?A?A ????@?@ ??!?/ that is the worst way to take away a child's innocence how did you even come up with such a monstrosity. i guessed before that bug had something to do with her mum's death which her dad then pinned onto her wHICH I MEAN,,,, i'm half right 😬 i just never would've guessed that her father literally forced her to murder her mother. BUT i still stand by my theory that her father then turned around and spewed lies that bug is a cold-blooded murderer for slaughtering his wife and i'm going to guess that that's the incident that leads to her punishment

also the only two times the phrase 'my daughter' is ever used is at the very beginning, when father summons bug for her trial, and mother's last words before she dies. the CONTRAST THOUGH?? between the way the phrase is said and the contexts it's used in??? oh my god you're so clever

OKAY BUT NOW JUST WHAT KIND OF SECRET IS THE FATHER KEEPING. maybe i need to go watch some crime documentaries to gain theory inspiration. i reckon bug's father was definitely capable of killing someone even before he murdered his first wife, so mAYBEEEE it was someone of high importance that would jeopardise his position as head chief if the truth were ever to come out,,, so on that train of thought maybe he murdered the previous head chief. or maybe he was in line for the position and just, yknow, sped up the process a little by getting rid of whoever was in the way. MAYBE HIS OWN FATHER ???? HIS WHOLE FAMILY???

but enough of him, let's talk about bestbois mingi and jongho being steadfast protection for bug,, JONGHO PATTING THE SPACE BETWEEN HIS LEGS SO BUG CAN SIT THERE SO HE CAN GUIDE HER HAND TO LOOK AT THE STARS TOGETHER STOPPPPPPP. bug trusting him so easily and laying back into his cHEST anD THEN THE THREE WORDS 'jongho is strong' AHHHHHHHHH. that's it. someone call the ambulance im about to pass out. HAHAHAHA but also peep mingi being a lil pot-stirrer on the side

remember that thesis on ateez hugs we're planning on writing. i can see a jongho analysis has started WOOF WOOF THICK ARMS 💪 THICK THIGHS 🦵 MUSCULAR CHEST 👕 my mind is so foggy i can't think straight rn hnNGN 🥵🥵

yknow how some fans have the theory that it's seonghwa's first life on earth bc of his galaxy boba eyes that look at everything with wonder and amazement and curiosity. THATS BUG SHES SO STINKING CUTE. and the way all the ateez members look at her with endearing gazes HNNG

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN WE HAVE A SYMBOL FOR ATEEZ. I REPEAT. WE HAVE A SYMBOL FOR ATEEZ. if i thought that the symbol for hongjoong was the cutest then i was wROnG because ateez being home and true north for bug OH MY GOD SOMEONE HOLD ME

then we get mingi turning bug's scars - a physical reminder of her trauma, past and pain for so so long - into a beautiful constellation of stars 🥺🥺🥺 thank you moonie for including this. and im hoping that it brings comfort and healing to your readers who may have similar constellations on their bodies too <3 <3 <3 KISSES AND HUGS FOR EVERYONE

when bug is still in a sleepy haze and seeks warmth bc jongho left and then hwa takes his place and bug naturally turns into him ASIDGJSFH scuse me while i fly off to delululand and imagine my mornings with jongho and hwa tag-teaming cuddles

ahh yess the result of moonie and 🪷 anon combining braincells to bring us the beautiful symbols of hwa's bow. i forget that we were already given spoilers for this way back and it's actually bug's first time hearing about them. but i love that bug learns of them after jongho's story of the star lovers bc she understands the full extent of symbolism behind it, particularly with her being reunited with yunho and the rest of the boys as the magpie bridge to guide them back together

HWA YOU ARE ALREADY THE GALAXY OF STARS FOR US <3 <3 <3

SORRY?? NO ???? YOU CAN'T END THE CHAPTER LIKE THAT???? we literally had a whole chapter of the most endearing and tear-jerking moments, all for it to come crumbling down bc now the chief is out to kill all of the boys NO MOONIE NO DONT DO IT😡🙅‍♀️😫

😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 that's okay i still love you i guess 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 jks ofc i love you AS ALWAYS KISS KISS <3 <3 <3 LOTS OF LOVE <33333

LOREN MY LOVE <333 I've finally had a chance to answer your asks hehe (even though our messages probably answered most of these questions already xD)

bug's mum <333 daia loved bug SO much :') and yes! I'm glad no one disagrees that bug's dad is a total psycho,, he absolutely had no problem killing both his first and second wives to conceal that secret

:') our poor bug,,, her dad did indeed force her to kill daia D: I am just traumatizing my own mc, bug I am SO sorry omfg

the 'daughter' part is VERY important so I'm glad you noticed it,,,

the secret,,, I can't tell you much about it,, and our messages have given you some hints but I can't say what's right or wrong ;)

mingi and jongho <33 they were cuddle bugs fr in this chapter :"D just snuggling the whole time it was SO cute! and he hug analysis!! it's all coming together xD also bug was fr me,, panting over jongho's thighs was so real of her xD

I love the hwa's first life theory!! and it SO is bug that is so cute :")

the symbol for ateez is one of my favs so far <33 home and the guide to get there <33

I also hope that the part with mingi and the scars helps others too :} it was very important to me (and to bug) so I'm really happy it was comforting for you <3

I WOULD ALSO LIKE TO BE INVOLVED IN THE JONGHO HWA TAG-TEAMING CUDDLES :DD pls I'll give my life savings for just one forehead kiss from either of them xD

yes!! 🪷 anon and the symbols finally make their appearance! I definitely wanted to add the story of the magpies first so bug would understand what it meant to hwa and yunho <33 it was one of my favorite bits to write hehe

HWA <33 our galaxy and our magpie <33

hehehehe >:DD the ending,, I hope you're ready for some angst baby!!

I love you too!! <33 thank you again for such a sweet message hehe <33 kiss kiss I love you so much :}}

#moonie speaks #moonie's mutuals <3 #moonie's favs <3 #loren my love <3 #like the moon

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maithefluffychicken · 2 years

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My first Steddie fic, you can read here and on Ao3!

Getting together, childhood friends au, angst with happy ending.

Enjoy!

Steve heard Dustin cries of fear, or it was like he could feel the boy's distress, he just knew he should run towards him, thinking the worst.

Dustin was trying to fight some demobats while protecting Eddie's body, laying lifeless in the ground.

Steve ran, launching himself to help the kid - no, teen - praying that Eddie was still alive.

Eddie wakes up a few weeks later, or he thinks that weeks have passed. It feels like fucking weeks. His head throbbing and body aching all over. He's not in a hospital room, but he can barely register that just now. He feels the soft duvet wrapped around him and his head resting in the softest pillows.

It's not his room either, he doesn't recognise the space, he just knows that he's on a cosy, warm bed. His bed has never been this plush and soft, that he knows too well.

What annoys him the most is that fidgeting beside him is a very stressed guy, huffling and shifting in a chair ever so often. Eddie has the feeling that all that movement is what awoke him in the first place.

"Hnng, dude, stop," he rasps, his voice rough and dry of disuse. His whole body shivers in pain with just those three words.

"Eddie! Oh God, Eddie!"

Eddie’s sight can’t focus for shit, not yet, but his brain is still more or less functional, even if he finds himself wrapped in a bear hug, warm arms around him holding him tight, the softest hair brushing his cheeks and lips.

Steve Harrington’s voice, his mind supplies. Steve “The Hair” Harrington is hugging me.

That can’t be, he must be sleeping, dreaming a wild dream, or maybe he’s dying, yeah, his mind giving him visions of what he wants before exhaling his last breath. Because, why, why, would Steve Harrington hug him?

The pressure of the hug is enough to make Eddie whimper and shock in pain, and he barely hears Harrington calling him to stay awake, begging him to not fall asleep again… But he’s tired, he can’t remember why, or why his whole being is screaming in pain, but his eyes shut close once more.

And then he’s again in that hellish dimension that is like the real world but corrupted and toxic, an eternal lighting storm crowning the sky. And that dark hurricane of winged things is attacking him again and again, he feels fangs clamping at his soft skin, breaking it, long, whip-like tails choking him.

He’s dying now for sure, there’s no way he can survive this shit, and he misses the previous dream with Harrington, he misses his arms around him, protecting him… As Steve promised him he will always do.

Just, he didn’t, right? Steve forgot about Eddie, but Eddie never forgot about Steve. And now, unsure about if he’s dreaming or if he’s again in the Upside Down being eaten alive, Eddie is just happy to be friends with Steve again. What a pathetic little thing he is, well, some things never change. But he can’t die, not yet, not without knowing that Steve and the girls and the kids are safe; he can die being perceived as a satanic murder by the mob, he can die knowing his love will never be requited, but he’s not going to surrender without watching his friends climbing through the portal to their world again.

Before everything.

“Hi, I’m Steve Harrington!” A chirpy voice startles him from behind. Eddie turns slowly, his dark brown fringe almost covering his eyes. “We can sit together if you want! I always sit near the window, but you can take that place if you prefer it! What’s your name?”

“Edward Munson,” the kid answers shyly. “But everyone calls me Eddie.”

Everyone is just his uncle Wayne, since his mother called him monster and his father never called him anything. But well, uncle Wayne took him last year and now they’re living together, and he does call him Eddie in an affectionate way, and he doesn’t blame him for having to work hard to be able to feed them, nor for taking the only room in the small trailer. Uncle Wayne is his family now. Uncle Wayne is everyone who matters.

“Nice to meet you, Eddie!” The kid, Steve, says, and points him to sit near the window. “I never saw you here before! Are you new in Hawkins?”

Eddie nods, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the other kid’s energy. “No, but… Last year I was sick and couldn’t come to Middle School…”

“Oh, no, the school sucks but being sick is worse!”

During that first day, Steve doesn’t leave Eddie, asking every single question to him. What happened to his parents? Does he really live in a trailer? Is he really a year older than Steve? Steve seems like he can’t understand that Eddie is eleven while he’s still ten years old, Steve is already a bit taller and broader than him, it just feels weird - they both are lanky, gangling kids as the rest of the kids in the class, but Steve only cares about Eddie.

Weeks turn into months, and Steve and Eddie are the best friends ever. They spend all the time together, in class and then after school. Mrs Harrington doesn’t like Steve to be at Munson’s trailer, but she allows the kids to play in her home; uncle Wayne buys Eddie a bicycle, but he picks him from Harrington’s house in his car when the night falls.

Eddie is now more open, he’s not the shy kid that keeps his mouth shut, but a funny, noisy kid that loves making his best friend and his uncle laugh. He has a vivid imagination and he quickly discovers his love for fantasy books and his mind is full of ideas.

Steve is more into sports, but he always asks Eddie to read to him or to tell him about the stories he imagines in his head, and Eddie is happy to oblige.

Eddie loves when Mrs Harrington lets him stay for the night, like she finally accepts him as his son’s best friend, and she even allows them to order pizza for dinner.

They’re twelve and they’re in Steve’s living room alone, Eddie is reading out loud for Steve, the kid is looking at him in awe. Eddie loves to make voices and to impersonate the characters. This tale is of his own invention, about a warrior and a bard - Eddie recently discovered music and guitars and he’s a bit obsessed with them, if he’s honest - that travel the world together living adventures and facing monsters.

The bard just made something stupid in his story, like launching himself to a monster to protect the warrior, his best friend, and the bard ends wounded. Steve gasps and props on his elbows.

“No!” He almost yells. “Is he going to be ok?”

“Hm, want me to read it to you or…”

“Come on, Eddie, dude, you’re killing him!”

“I’m not! It’s good for the story!” Eddie argues.

“How’s that good for the story?”

“Because a good story needs to have feelings, Steve, and…”

“Well, why isn't the warrior saving him?” Steve demands to know. “They’re friends, right? It’d suck if he dies because his best friend in the world just ignores him to death!”

“Oh, Jesus Christ, Harrington! He’s not going to die, ok? Of course the warrior is going to save him.”

“Really?”

“Promise, now, let me finish or I won't read to you again.”

Eddie finishes his story and closes the notebook where he wrote it, feeling warm and proud of himself when Steve hums and nods, a smile in his lips.

“He lives.”

“Promised you, didn’t I?”

There’s a moment of silence before Steve talks again.

“You know, I’ll always protect you and be with you, right?” He’s now kneeling in front of Eddie, extremely serious. Steve can be really serious when he thinks it matters, and now, this moment, matters a lot.

Eddie feels himself blush, lately that’s happening a lot when they’re together. It’s a funny feeling, his stomach feels like it's full of butterflies flying all over, and his heart skips a beat right before it starts hammering in his chest.

“And I’ll do the same for you, Steve, you’re my best friend.”

“I know,” Steve smiles.

It’s… a strange moment for them both, the boys are too close to each other, faces almost touching, and they both know that this is the moment in movies when adults kiss, usually a boy and a girl. Eddie and Steve always make funny grimaces when that happens, gesturing as if they’re about to puke.

Also, they both are boys but Eddie can’t care less about that fact, Steve is his best friend, he’s a handsome boy, and suddenly Eddie realises that the whole kissing affair doesn’t seem as disgusting now, well, maybe it’s not disgusting at all if it’s Steve.

Steve looks like he’s thinking the same thing as Eddie, because his best friend’s tongue darts out of his mouth to lick his lips while looking at Eddie’s.

“Steve…” Eddie whispers, the hairs of his arms on edge, his skin prickling everywhere in anticipation.

“‘S ok, Eddie, we’re friends, right? Best friends, and sometimes…”

“Shut up, Harrington,” Eddie snaps, unable to stay still and just wait for Steve to move, so he’s the one closing the distance between them and flushes his lips against Steve’s wet ones.

The kiss is chaste and clumsy and it lasts only a few seconds, but Eddie decides that it was a perfect first kiss, if he’s one to say it. Steve’s cheeks are red and he’s smiling.

“Maybe… maybe the warrior and the bard should do this in your story, Eddie,” Steve prompts. “You know, after the battle.”

“Yeah, maybe,” Eddie agrees.

Eddie has never heard about best friend kisses, but it must be a thing because since that night, Steve and him kiss a lot. Without tongue, of course, because that’s gross, just lips against lips.

Maybe he’s never heard of that kind of kiss before because it's like a secret, they never do it in public, nor talk about it with anyone, it’s their little secret. Eddie is happy, though, unable to think about a better way to express how much he cares for Steve.

When Eddie is fourteen, things start to change, not for good.

Eddie is unable to stop thinking about their kiss and he wants to kiss his friend again, but Steve is… acting weird. He never talks about the kiss, and instead, he starts talking to girls and chasing them. Eddie supposes that he should do the same, he just doesn’t find any girl pretty enough, not if he compares them with Steve, and he can’t help but to compare.

Eddie is slowly realising that, well, there’s something wrong with him, since all the guys in their class are talking about the girls they like, and Eddie is just thinking about, well, other boys. Mostly Steve, but Eddie is not blind, there are some other boys in the school that are handsome enough to look at and, well, they seem kissable too.

It doesn’t help either that Steve barely has time for Eddie now that he joined the basketball team and has new friends, like Tommy H. Tommy is, well, a bully, he doesn’t like Eddie and he lets everyone know what he thinks about the dark brown haired boy.

The first four or five times that Tommy faces Eddie and starts calling him bad things, Steve puts himself between them both and stops Tommy, quickly apologising in the name of a new friend, but then he makes an excuse and leaves Eddie behind.

They don’t hang out anymore; uncle Wayne asks Eddie about Steve and Eddie feels a rush of rage and shame taking over him and says that Steve is stupid and an idiot, and that they’re not friends anymore. Uncle Wayne takes him out for ice cream, not knowing what to do to cheer up his boy.

Eddie doesn’t try to reach Steve anymore, and Steve, well. If he cares he doesn’t say it; they don’t sit together at class anymore, and it’s for the best, really. Now, Eddie can nurse his broken heart alone, and he’ll make new friends, while Steve can focus on his sport and stuff, it’s ok. Eddie would never have thought that losing a friend could hurt this much, but his uncle promises him that it’ll pass with time, all wounds heal with time and care.

If Eddie cries at night thinking about Steve and wondering if he’s kissing pretty girls the way they used to kiss, well, that hurts even more.

For Christmass, uncle Wayne buys Eddie his first electric guitar, with the promise that Eddie will practise every day. Eddie knows that they don’t have a lot of money and guitars are expensive, and he promises that he’ll learn and that he’ll become a great guitarist. It’s not like he has friends to spend time with, though.

Eddie doesn’t kiss anyone else until his sixteenth birthday.

He made it to High School somehow, his hair almost reaching his shoulders in wild curls, he decided that he’s not cutting his hair anymore. He’s following the steps of his favourite rock stars - a new rock band, Metallica, released their first album last year and Eddie immediately fell in love - and he really thinks the whole aesthetic suits him just good.

And he’s been exchanging looks with a guy in his class. James Wheatly is his name, he has a lovely mop of light brown hair and cold eyes, and smirks at him knowingly every single time. It’s James who moves first, shoving Eddie to the empty gym between classes, his front flushing against Eddie’s back, sending shivers down his spine.

“Heard it’s your birthday today, Munson,” James whispers in his ear when they’re finally alone inside the gym, crowding him against the wall.

“It is, Wheatly, why? Do you have something for me?” Eddie teases back, his whole body on fire and reacting quickly to the other boy’s proximity.

James is taller than him, Eddie likes that. He also likes his soft hair. He tries his best to not think about another boy, also taller and blonder than him, because it’s his birthday and he doesn’t want his special day ruined by old memories.

“Maybe I have something for you…”

And just like that, James is kissing him. His tongue demanding to enter his mouth, Eddie gasps at the intrusion, dizzy and a bit confused. It’s his first kiss with tongue, after all, and it’s nothing like he imagined it would be. It’s rough and James’ teeth clank against his, and his hands are sweaty when they wander under Eddie’s t-shirt.

It’s an awful, shitty kiss, but Eddie is hard in his jeans too soon, looking for friction; his hands grab James’ hips and tugs to flush their bodies together, happy to find that the other guy’s cock is just as interested as his own.

But of course…

“Hey! What the fuck are you two doing here?”

The door opens and clicks shut in an instant, Eddie bolts and tries to squirm off James’ body, but the other doesn’t let him, pressing him harder against the wall, arms bracketing his head.

“Fuck, let me go, Wheatley!” Eddie demands.

“Eddie? Is that you?”

Fuck.

“Get off, Harrington, this has nothing to do with you,” Wheatly snaps, turning to see Steve. Eddie looks over James’ shoulder as well, and his heart breaks a bit more at seeing him there, standing still, frozen in his spot, eyes wide taking in the sight in front of him.

“Eddie, are you ok?” He’s cheek enough to ask and to even sound, what? Offended by the sight? Like he never kissed a guy before. Eddie can be the only guy he ever had kissed, but still, he has no right to be offended by this.

“He’s good, Harrington, leave now.”

Eddie is, well, he’s not exactly ok. He can feel anxiety creeping up his spine and twisting his stomach in knots, his hard on flagging down, and his birthday is very much ruined.

“I’m not going anywhere unless he tells me to, Wheatly,” Steve says in that tone that gives no space to argue.

Eddie shouldn’t find it as hot as it is, honestly, and his very soul is singing because it’s close to what he wants. He wants Steve to look at him again, he wants Steve to protect him as he promised years ago, and fuck, he wants Steve to be the one kissing him and not James Wheatly.

If Steve wants to be concerned and worried about him, then better do it in private, because Eddie can’t open that door again, he can’t believe that he means something for Steve still, because his poor, weak heart is not healed yet and he doesn’t want to break it again.

But Eddie knows better. This is nothing like that. This is Steve The King Harrington, probably thinking that Wheatly is the bad guy here, like he’s forcing Eddie or whatever. Eddie wants this, or wanted it before the interruption.

“I’m ok, Harrington,” Eddie growls. “Wheatly was about to give me my birthday gift before you showed your stupid face here, now, if you would let us alone…”

Eddie regrets his words immediately, and he knows he’ll regret them even more lately. It just sucks to not be able to forget Steve, to be forced to witness how he’s growing up into a handsome man, to know all the girls' names he has been dating. It’s a specific kind of torture he never knew he was supposed to get used to.

Steve grimaces and, for a moment, Eddie thinks he’s going to approach them and separates them for the way Steve is looking at him.

In a better world, Steve and him would still be friends and maybe something more. In this world, though, Steve turns around and leaves them alone, the door shutting closed again with a soft click.Eddie shouldn’t feel disappointed about the fact that Steve didn’t even close the door with a hard, loud slam.

James says that he can’t do this now, after the interruption, obviously worried about his own name, if Steve decides to talk about what he has seen…

“He’s not going to say anything,” Eddie reassures him, even if he’s not completely sure about it either.

“He better not, Munson, or you’ll be the one suffering the consequences, you hear me? I can’t… Fuck, Stacy can’t know…”

“Stacy?”

“My girlfriend, you fag,” James spits. “Don’t talk to me again.”

James leaves him alone in the gym and Eddie sighs, unsure about how to feel. He knew that being into men it was going to be hell, he just thought he’d have more time to enjoy little things.

The day after his birthday, basically the whole high school is throwing weird glances at him. In his locker there is written, in bright, red letters, cocksucker. Great. If at least he had the chance to suck a cock…

Steve Harrington gives him a worried, sympathetic look on his way to his class. In a corner, James Wheatly and Tommy H - and his insufferable girlfriend - are laughing at him. Eddie knows that it wasn’t Steve who opened his mouth nor who wrote the original graffiti in his locker door. But Steve did nothing to stop them from doing it, either.

Eddie’s heart breaks even more, but well, he can survive whatever life throws at him.

It’s almost Christmass, finally 1983 is coming to an end - fucking finally.

It has been hard, with the Byers kid disappeared - he found him dead and then he was alive? That was insane, man -, but it was good to know that Byers Big Brother, Jonathan - handsome, nerd boy - fought against Steve and won.

Eddie didn’t want to feel the urge to come to Steve and help him with his swollen, wounded face, but the heart wants what it wants; he’s proud at least that he didn’t run to him to actually do it. It’s something.

And then that poor girl, Barbara. Eddie didn’t know her but fuck, it’s still scary.

He survives thanks to his DnD club and his band, Corroded Coffin, and after all, he supposes that he’s doing great if he’s still alive and with friends and hobbies to keep his mind occupied.

People still call him fag and other things, but well. When uncle Wayne discovers all this shit that is going on with his nephew and asks him, Eddie confesses his sins, a lump in his throat. This is when you kick me out too, Eddie thinks the whole time.

“Is this why you and that kid, Harrington, are not friends anymore?” His uncle asks, and Eddie nods, expecting the worst.

His uncle reaches to him and hugs him fiercely.

“I’m going to talk with the headmaster of that shithole that is Hawkins High School, and the next time talk to me about this, Eddie, please, I don’t want them to hurt you.”

Eddie cries his heart out, clinging to his uncle in that tight hug, and he can’t help but to feel grateful. His life is shit, sure, but it could be so much worse that he feels sick about thinking about it.

The start of 1984 is not better.

It’s kind of ironic to see Jonathan Byers scowling at Steve and his girlfriend, Nancy, the same way Eddie scowls at them, just for different reasons. Jonathan, poor boy, is longing for Nancy Wheeler just as himself is longing for Steve Harrington.

It’s also the year Eddie starts making really, truly horrible decisions. He starts hanging out with the wrong people, the smell of weed is not as bad after a few tries, and the weird sensation like being floating frees his mind.

He lies to himself, saying that he doesn’t care for Harrington anymore, telling himself that his heart is not clenching every time he drives around the city and finds Steve taking care of a curly haired kid.

Eddie learns about other things in his spare time. Now he wears a black bandana on his left pocket, and… it’s not perfect, but he has a different kind of fun.

There are more guys like him out there.

What if he once thought about having a loving, meaningful first time with someone who loves him and who he loves back? Mindless, senseless sex is just as good.

His focus problems are worse than ever, and he can spend hours playing his guitar and thinking about his next DnD campaign, or not wanting anything with the things that make him happy for weeks. He feels restless and fidgety, and he fails miserably on every test.

But he knows, his life is about to change.

Eddie starts to believe that Hawkins is, indeed, cursed.

Every day more and more people disappear without leaving a trail, just to be found dead weeks later after July the 4th.

The big ass mall Starcourt is eaten by flames.

He knows that Steve has been working there the whole summer, and he can’t express how relieved he is when his uncle tells him that Steve is safe and sound, even if a lot of people died that night, Chief Hopper among them.

Eddie tries to distract himself, even if he’s scared as fuck.

He decides to adopt the new outcasts that come to Hawkins High; he recognises immediately the curly-haired boy, Steve’s friend or whatever. The kid has a wide grin and a pure heart and fuck, he’s brilliant. Dustin Henderson, huh, of course the kid can’t stop talking about Steve.

Eddie does care about it, but Dustin digs his way to Eddie’s heart so fucking easily that Eddie allows him, well, everything, even when the teen introduces Erica Sinclair to the Hellfire Club.

Those kids are something else, man, and Eddie can’t help but accept them. He always wanted little brothers and this is the closest thing; he vows to protect them as long as he can, here in their small DnD club that people claim is a satanic cult.

Chrissy. Such a wonderful, lovely girl, oh if he just were straight he could fall in love with her. And she dies in front of him.

No.

That’s not dying. That’s being tortured, for some invisible, allmighty form.

He’s hiding.

He’s holding a broken bottle to Steve’s throat.

The Upside Down.

…

He’s dying in the Upside Down, he’s telling Dustin that this is his year. 1986, baby. He can feel it.

Now.

“He wakes up and falls again, I don’t know what to do.”

“The wounds are all clean, Steve, you did a great job,” another voice says, a girl.

“I can’t even have him awake enough so he can take the painkillers, what if this is not enough? We can’t take him to the hospital.”

“He doesn’t have a fever anymore, that’s a good sign, right?” Another female voice.

They all sound distressed and worried, and fuck, it seems like they’re worried about him.

“He needs time to recover, and you need to rest. I’ll stay with him, ok?”

Eddie is tired, but for once, he thinks he’s alive.

His body hurts too much to be dead, fuck it, and his mind has been spiraling over and over a single thought since the last time he was awake enough that words made sense.

Steve Harrington is worried about you, can’t die now, you need to wake up, Eddie. Wake up. For Steve.

He wants to hate himself for being like this, for being still in love with his childhood best friend. Oh, Eddie is into S&M, sure, but this is a whole next level of masochism, this will to keep himself alive despite the hard work the demobats took with him, just to know how things would be now with Steve.

Eddie is not the innocent twelve years old who kissed him once. Eddie survived middle school and, well, he survived more or less through high school. He’s a great DM and leader of the Hellfire Club, he’s a fucking amazing guitarist and a freak, and an okayish drug sealer.

He can remember stepping into Steve’s personal space and he can remember feeling that old friendship renewed between them both. Steve wearing his Dio’s vest.

Steve, shirtless, just his vest and some improvised bandages.. Fuck, Steve is hairy now, far hairer than him.

“Fuck,” Eddie groans out loud, his body reacting by itself, ignoring all his wounds and headache and hunger and, well, his state can only be worse if he was actually dead.

“Eddie!”

Again that bear hug, but now Eddie knows is real.

“Hey, it’s ok, it’s ok,” Eddie manages to say. He made it, he’s alive if only to see Steve for one last time. “I’m fine.”

“You’re awake, I need to tell the kids… Fuck, Nancy was here just a moment ago, I.. fuck! You’re awake!” Steve has again that restless energy and that father-of-the-year attitude that Eddie finds endearing.

But Nancy? Oh yes, Eddie tried to convince Steve to fight for her, since he’s clearly after her still. Well, he wanted to be supportive, and it’s not like he has a chance, right? Maybe he and Steve can be friends now that he’s not a total jerk. It will hurt but…

“Eddie? Fuck, do you have a concussion? Answer me, dude.”

“I’m ok, Harrington, relax…”

“I asked you what do you want to eat, you need to eat something to take the painkillers, but if you have a con-”

“I don’t have a concussion, I promise, I… I’ll eat whatever, thank you, I’m just fine with whatever, you know.”

Steve makes a pained sound. He doubts for a moment before leaving Eddie alone, like he doesn’t want to.

Bit by bit, Steve tells everything to Eddie.

Steve describes the scene the best he can: Eddie dying, laying on the dirty ground, demobats all around them, Dustin nursing him while Steve protected them both.

Shortly after, the demobats started falling into the ground, dead, and the ever-present storm produced a deafening thunder then. The magical girl, Eleven or Jane or whatever defeated Vecna-Henry-One in his own mind, and saved Max, the day, and they all.

Steve carried his body to their world then, Robin and Nancy were barely able to keep Dustin from Eddie’s lifeless body during the trip home.

“We thought we lost you, man,” Steve says softly, sitting at the edge of the bed where Eddie is still laying, propped against pillows. “Dustin was crying, Nancy and Robin looked like they were about to faint, and you… “

Steve swallows and his Adam’s apple bobs up and down his throat. Eddie shouldn’t be focusing on that but alas.

“You were unconscious, a dead weight on my arms, your hair brushing my arm and it felt like barbed wire, I swear, it was unreal. So pale, so… “

Dead.

“And I couldn’t stop thinking about… everything. About what you said to me about Nancy and me, about our friendship, about Dustin and the kids…”

Now Eddie is who has his mouth dry. Good to know that his almost death is what made Steve think about what he wants in his life: his wife, his six kids - yeah, Eddie heard that, he still swears it hurt more than the demobats attacking him -, his adopted kids that are now growing up…

Eddie braces himself to hear it, to hear that his almost death was good for Steve because now he knows that life is short and that he’s going to ask Nancy to marry him or whatever.

“I’m so sorry, Eddie.”

What?

“What?”

“I promised you to protect you but I left you alone, I left our friendship die because I’m a fucking coward, and I don’t pretend you to forgive me or to even being friends again, because fuck, why would you?” Steve is rambling, trying to stay calm but he’s not. His hands are again fidgeting and for the first time Eddie sees it. One of his rings is on Steve’s little finger, and Steve is playing with him to keep the composure.

“It’s ok, I understand…” Eddie says. He really does understand Steve, and he knows about unrequited love and after what happened during the last month, he had the chance to see for himself that Steve Harrington had changed for real. Now he’s the older version of that ten years old kid he met once, the kid that was his friend: open and confident and kind and good. Steve has grown up and has taken care of childs that are not his, just because it was the right thing to do.

Steve is now a good man; he never was a bully, but he had bully friends, and Eddie believes in second chances.

Eddie can forgive him for making bad decisions, just as he did as well. That’s what youth is, right? To be a teenage and be dumb as fuck and then learn of your mistakes.

“I should never have stopped to be your friend, Eddie, I missed you so much, and then it was too late and then…”

“And then the Upside Down happened…” Eddie finishes for him, and Steve nods. “It’s ok, Steve, hey, really. I’m alive, the bad guy is dead and you have your happy little family again, it’s like the stories I used to write or… Or my DnD campaigns. Happy endings and all that jazz, right? Everything is fine.”

Steve snorts.

“Is it okay if we’re friends again? I… I know I messed up everything and I promise to make it up to you, Eddie, I’m not that asshole anymore, or I try not to be at least.”

“Of course it’s ok… Fuck, Steve, maybe you can even help to be one of the popular boys now that we’re friends again!” Eddie jokes, and he laughs seeing Steve’s grimace at that, it’s worth it even if he coughs and his ribs make him gasp in pain.

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