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[wheneverfeasible]

Ruin Me (part 3)

wc: 4k || rating: E || story summary: Steve shows up on Eddie’s doorstep with an offer he can’t refuse || chapter summary: Eddie lays out ground rules and tells Steve exactly how he’s going to ruin him. || tags: omegaverse, alpha!Eddie Munson, omega!Steve Harrington, intersex omegas, explicit content (see ao3 for full tags) || posted in full on ao3

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Parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

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Previously…

“Pick up your money, Harrington,” he repeated, more slowly this time, stopping the other boy before he could move away. “Because I’m not a prostitute, but I’ll give you what you want, sweetheart. I’ll give you my knot and ruin you so good.”

Harrington’s eyes widened at Eddie’s words, his breath shuddering, and in the space of the quietude between them as they stared at each other, another peal of thunder shook the walls of the trailer.

Eddie licked his lips, a small thrill going through him at the way Harrington’s eyes followed the movement, and quirked his lips up into a smile.

“C’mon, Harrington. Let’s get you out of those wet things, shall we?”

“Steve.”

Eddie blinked. “What.”

“Steve. If we’re doing this, call me ‘Steve,’ Eddie,” Harrington said pointedly. “I’m not going to fuck someone who calls me by my last name in bed,” he complained with another little nose wrinkle of annoyance.

Eddie tried not to find it cute.

“Steve, then,” he snorted, and he hoped it didn’t sound fond. He was going for annoyed, put upon, anything other than soft. “C’mon, Steve. I’m curious about this magic pussy I’ve heard so much about.”

Harri—Steve flushed at that, rolling his eyes again, but let Eddie tug at his arm to lead him back towards the single bedroom. “You know, you’re not as cute as you think you are,” he muttered, causing Eddie to grin.

“You know I’m adorable,” he teased, flashing his pearly whites over his shoulder at the other boy, causing H—Steve to look away quickly as though embarrassed. He tightened his fingers around Eddie’s when he slid his hand from Steve’s wrist to his palm, trying to portray a confidence he didn’t really know if he was feeling at the moment.

This was Steve Harrington he was leading to his bedroom. To have sex. To fuck his no doubt tight little virgin cunt and knot him and absolutely ruin him for any alpha wanting to take his alleged purity.

Eddie didn’t really care much for the whole concept of ‘virginity’ of course, but he couldn’t deny the fact that he got a little thrill at the thought of taking Harrington’s. Steve’s. Whatever.

Following Eddie into his bedroom, Steve didn’t even try to hide the fact that he was looking around and taking everything in. Well, everything except the bed. He very studiously avoided looking at that, which Eddie thought was amusing. He was about to be splayed out on it, legs spread and pussy filled, just like he asked for. Or, rather, demanded.

“You on birth control, pretty boy?” Eddie asked, letting go of Steve’s hand to shut the door behind them. They might be alone in the trailer, but one could never be too careful. “I’ve got the morning-after pill if you need it too.”

Steve's flush deepened. “I…no, I’m not,” he mumbled. “I’ve never needed it, and my parents would never agree to put me on it. Said it encourages deviant behavior.”

Eddie grinned, moving to take the towel still draped over Steve’s shoulder and tossing it beside the bed. They could use it later for cleanup. “Well, sweetheart, if you ever need some, you know where to get it now. Since I’m about to be balls deep inside you, I’ll even give you a discount,” he winked.

Steve rolled his eyes with another small grimace. “Are you always this vulgar?”

“Depends on who you ask.” Eddie’s eyes skimmed over Steve’s body. He could feel the flare of interest igniting in his gut now that the decision to do this had been made. “Now take your clothes off, precious, and tell me your limits.”

Steve had started to comply, seemingly eager enough to pull his damp clothing off, but he paused for a moment with a frown, shirt halfway off. “Limits? Why would I have limits? I gave you permission for whatever.”

Eddie tried not to frown at that. He didn’t like wherever Steve’s thoughts were going, and it just made him even more glad he hadn’t sent the dude off to some other alpha who wouldn’t care about anything beyond getting their dick wet. Instead, he shook his head and shucked off his own shirt, stripping the rest of his clothing easily.

Steve’s eyebrows shot up, his eyes taking in all of the exposed skin Eddie was now displaying, moving lower and lower until his gaze snagged on Eddie’s cock. His eyes widened.

Eddie was a little smug, he could admit that. He knew he didn’t have much of an ass to speak of, but he had a slightly bigger than average sized alpha dick, and most importantly of all, he knew how to use it.

It was still mostly flaccid at the moment, his mind still coming to terms with his body on the fact that he was about to pop Steve Harrington’s cherry, but it was still a sight to behold.

Eddie carefully removed the rings from his fingers and set them on his dresser before spitting in the palm of his hand, leaning back against his dresser as he took himself lazily in hand. He used the other to gesture vaguely at Steve.

“Go on, sweetheart. Finish undressing. Let me look at what’s mine for the night,” he grinned.

Steve swallowed, his flush moving down his chest, something Eddie only knew as Steve revealed more of it to his watchful gaze. His eyes never strayed from where Eddie was stroking himself off, working himself to full stiffness as he watched Steve undress.

He might have felt self-conscious, being so exposed in front of Steve’s Adonis-like physique, but the look in Harrington’s eyes as he gazed at Eddie wasn’t disgust. Far from it, in fact.

Stepping out of his squelching shoes, Steve’s pants and socks joined the pile on the floor, leaving him in nothing but a pair of dark navy blue underwear. More butch than Eddie was expecting, he could be honest about that, having half expected something lacy and skimpy beneath.

Steve’s thumbs hooked under the waistband of his underwear, hesitating only a brief moment more, and then those too joined the clothes on the ground, and…oh.

Eddie felt a vague flare of annoyance. Of course Steve would be beautiful here too. His cocklette was a little bigger than Eddie had expected at first, and to his everlasting surprise, it was already hard.

Now that his rain-soiled clothing was stripped from him, Eddie could take in the more unadulterated scent of the other boy, his mouth beginning to pool with saliva at the heady scent of not just aroused omega, but aroused Steve.

Steve was into what he saw, his little cocklet twitching ever so slightly as his gaze followed the slow movement of Eddie’s hand on his own dick. Interesting. Not at all expected, but thoroughly appreciated. He’d been a little worried that Steve’s preferences would make it harder for him to enjoy tonight’s activities, but it seemed that worry was in vain.

“Get on the bed, sweetness. On your back. And spread your legs for me. I wanna see all of you,” Eddie ordered, though he kept his tone more neutral. While a part of him would have quite enjoyed something a little firmer, he needed to get the important thing taken care of first.

Steve once more hesitated only a moment, wavering slightly and then he was obeying once more, moving to settle back against Eddie’s pillow and spreading his legs wide. Though there was a bit of shininess to Steve’s labia, his cocklet had wilted some, Steve’s eyes screwed shut and his fingers curled into the sheets beneath him.

Eddie released his own dick to move to stand before the bed, watching the way Steve’s muscles twitched as he tensed up. He let out a small snort. “Look at you, trembling already. You really are a virgin, aren’t you?”

Steve’s eyes shot open with annoyance, just as Eddie had predicted they would. “I’m not a liar!” he huffed. “Can you just hurry up and get this over with?” he added with a snap.

Smirking, Eddie shrugged one shoulder. “Oh sweetheart, I’m going to take my time with you. If I’m going to ruin you, I’m going to make certain I ruin you for every alpha after me. By the time I’m done with you, I’m going to have you drenched in your own slick, your pussy red from being stretched for hours, and your muscles putty in my bed. But only after you tell me your limits.”

That delicious flush was taking over Steve again, his flagging cocklet twitching once more with renewed interest, before confusion suffused Steve’s expression. “But…I don’t understand,” he frowned.

Eddie quirked a brow, letting his gaze linger on Steve’s cocklet and pussy just beneath it, before raising his gaze to Steve’s own. “What don’t you understand?”

“I…” Steve let out a small annoyed huff, though it was obvious the annoyance was more aimed at himself than anything. “You just need to knot me. You don’t need to…do all that other stuff,” he mumbled as he glanced away.

“Stevie, baby,” Eddie purred, causing Steve’s gaze to shoot back towards him. “You said I get to do whatever I want. And I want to take you apart, sweetness. Slowly, and repeatedly. After all, I have to make certain I ruin you. A quick dicking isn’t going to do that nearly well enough.”

Wide brown eyes stared back at him, the unmistakable scent of aroused omega filling the air once more. Eddie licked his lips almost as though he could taste it, feeling that thrill again as Steve’s gaze once more locked in on the movement.

“Now…limits, Steve. Tell me your limits. Then I’ll reward you.”

Though he still looked confused, and entirely out of his depth, Steve’s fingers were no longer curled quite so tightly in Eddie’s sheets. “I-I…I don’t know,” he mumbled, embarrassed and ashamed. “I’ve never…I’ve only ever…” He trailed off, though Eddie could guess how that sentence ended. I’ve only ever taken care of someone else before.

And it was high time to change that.

“How about this then, sweetheart. If I do something you don’t like, no matter what it is, you can either tap anywhere on my body three times and I’ll stop, or squeeze me three times. You can also tell me with words, either pick a word of your own or you can use the traffic light system.

“‘Red’ for stop, where we stop everything and I check in on you, offering aftercare and easing you back to feeling safe. ‘Yellow’ for slow down, check in, you’re still enjoying it but it’s getting a bit much for you and you’re approaching your limit. ‘Green’ for enthusiastic consent, you’re enjoying it and want to keep going. Got it?”

Steve blinked, a confused furrow to his brow, but his lips worked soundlessly over the information he was just given. He carefully, cautiously, moved to prop himself up on his elbows to stare at Eddie.

“I don’t get it,” he murmured, and Eddie was about to find another way to explain it to make it more understandable, when Steve continued. “I told you that you could do whatever you wanted to me, to use me, and you…want to make certain I enjoy it too?”

Eddie froze, mouth partially open for a simpler explanation, realizing with mounting horror that that wasn’t what Steve was confused about. Surely he didn’t expect Eddie to…what…pump and dump without any care to what his bed partner was enjoying, or if they even enjoyed it at all? That he’d simply take and break and use without wanting to bring his partner pleasure.

The want to be offended rose in him again, but there was no malice in Steve’s confusion; he was simply genuinely uncertain about what he had even demanded of Eddie.

“If I do what you want me to do, fuck you and knot you, without you being aroused and interested, I could greatly harm you, Steve. The whole point of this is to escape an alpha who does that.”

“Well, yeah, but…” Steve shifted uncomfortably on the bed. “It’d just be the once. And it’s not like you like me or anything. I trust you won’t hurt me too much, but…the idea of making me hurt, of getting, I don’t know, some sort of payback against rich jocks doesn’t interest you?”

Eddie snorted at the way Steve tilted his head like a fucking dog. It shouldn’t be as adorable as it was, Steve naked and spread out like that on Eddie’s bed. “Oh, making you hurt would be a great honor of mine, Harrington. But I only like consensual hurt.”

“Steve,” Steve snapped in correction, before frowning. “Consensual hurt?”

Eddie grinned then, finally placing a knee to the mattress as he climbed on top of the bed, enjoying the way Steve’s eyes widened slightly, tracking his movements.

“Holding you so tightly you bruise, carrying my mark with you long past the time we part. Maybe my fingerprints, maybe my teeth. Fucking you so hard you still feel me tomorrow, or the next day. Maybe longer. Just enough so that when you feel the ache, it makes you wet for me again. Maybe a little light spanking if you’re really naughty.”

Making Steve flush was quickly becoming Eddie’s new favorite thing. He smirked, slowly reaching out to press a palm to Steve’s ankle, sliding it up his shin to just over the cress of his knee as he inched his way closer to the other boy. Steve’s muscles were tense beneath him. In fact, he scarcely seemed to breathe.

“Besides the fact that I would never do that, why would I need to get payback against you, sweetheart? You’ve never personally caused me trouble. If anything, I should be thanking you for the bountiful feast before me,” he murmured, sliding his hand up next to Steve’s thigh, feeling as much as hearing Steve’s stuttering breath.

He moved in closer, sliding his thumb to rub small circles over Steve’s inner thigh. “I’m going to make you feel so good, baby boy, I promise. Do I have your permission?”

Steve gave a very jerky nod, causing Eddie to tut. “I need your verbal consent, sweetheart,” he murmured. “I know you asked for this, but I need to hear you say you want this. That you want to have sex with me, with your words.”

Steve stared at Eddie, pupils blown wide from both the low lighting in the room and his obvious arousal. He wet his lips, and the once cold skin was now all but burning beneath Eddie’s palm. “Yes,” he whimpered. “Yes, please.” Steve swallowed thickly. “Mark me.”

Eddie grinned, basking in the permission. He couldn’t deny that he was interested, not with Steve looking as good as he did on his bed like this. For him. Yeah, it was a bit of an ego stroke, okay? Having Steve Harrington wet for him, desiring him, the scent of his arousal washing away any of the earlier sour distress.

More than that, however, was the fact that Steve trusted him. They didn’t know each other from Adam, and yet here Steve was, baring himself for Eddie and telling him that he trusted him with this ploy of his. Steve wasn’t just popping his cherry here; he was irreversibly ruining his reputation and whatever social status he had once held.

Steve Harrington wasn’t anything like how Eddie had assumed him to be. He was a bitch, sure, but there was something in his gaze that spoke of something other too, something…fragile. Something lost, and god if Eddie wasn’t one to find little lost sheepies and protect them from the wolves.

He had thought once that Steve was a wolf, and maybe part of him was. Maybe part of him was a sheep too though too. Or maybe Steve was just…Steve.

It didn’t matter. Not right now. No, Eddie wasn’t going to start waxing poetic about some guy he didn’t even like, not when he could have his fun and make Steve remember this night for years to come.

Eddie pushed everything else out of mind, pushed away why they were doing this, focusing instead only on the fact that he had a naked, wet, wanting Steve Harrington in his bed and he was going to do his damned best at giving Steve the night of his life.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so pretty,” he breathed, hating it was true. Everyone knew it was true. No, Steve wasn’t some ethereal beauty or anything, yet something about him drew everyone in, whether they wanted to be or not. Hell, it had even drawn Hargrove in, which Eddie had appreciated for a moment because it kept Hargrove from taunting any of the freaks and geeks at school.

Of course, then Steve had returned to school with a busted face and Hargrove in an even worse mood than before, which was when the latter did start up his harassment of others he deemed lesser. Which was just about everyone. He steered clear of Steve for the most part after that though, which was a relief.

Hold up.

A relief?

Christ, apparently all Steve had to do was bat his pretty brown eyes and flash his pink wet pussy for Eddie to fall all over himself about the dude. For his alpha to want to protect this exposed omega before him. That was annoying.

Yet, as Steve stared up at him with widened eyes and a flush staining his cheeks and sliding down his chest, Eddie couldn’t find it in himself to be too annoyed at the moment. For a guy who no doubt got complimented frequently, Steve was acting like no one had ever called him ‘pretty’ before.

“Now, what’s your color, baby boy?” Eddie murmured, scooting closer between Steve’s legs which parted even more for him naturally. Christ. He let his hand slide fully to Steve’s thigh then, his thumb lightly caressing the inner skin as Steve’s muscles jumped at his ministrations.

Steve swallowed thickly, wide gaze still on Eddie, though his brows puckered a little in confusion again, though they quickly smoothed out in understanding. He drew his bottom lip between his teeth, his gaze skirting down to wear Eddie’s cock bobbed in the air between them, before quickly looking back up into Eddie’s eyes with a brighter flush to his face.

“G-green,” he stammered, clearly nervous, but the rush of aroused omega scent spoke of the truth behind his words. He hesitated a moment with an almost wry smile to his lips. “And…maybe a little yellow,” he hesitantly admitted as he looked away again.

Which…probably shouldn’t make Eddie as happy as it did. But it did make him happy to have Steve admit his reservations, to be truthful about how he was feeling, and about what they were about to do.

“Good boy,” Eddie murmured, causing Steve to start and return his gaze to him with a small part of his lips in surprise. He tried to offer a reassuring smile, as weird as such a thing was to offer to Steve Harrington of all people. The guy everyone wanted. The guy currently naked in Eddie’s bed. Shit.

Clearing his throat, Eddie didn’t remove his thumb from where it was softly stroking over Steve’s quivering thigh, but he didn’t push forward for more yet either. “I’ll tell you what I’m planning to do, sweetheart. And then you can tell me if you want that.”

He waited for Steve to give him a small nod before continuing. “I’m going to slide my fingers to your pretty little cunt, and I’m going to rub you softly so you get used to my touch. Only then, when I know you want it as much as I do, am I going to slide my fingers inside you.”

“Eddie,” Steve whined—and damn if Eddie didn’t like the sound of that—pressing himself back further against the sad and limp pillow on his bed braced against the wall.

“Then,” Eddie continued, encouraged by Steve’s obvious enjoyment at that thought. “Just one at first, sweetheart, don’t worry. Your little virgin pussy can’t handle all of me without being loosened up first. I bet you’re so tight, so beautifully untouched. I can’t wait to ruin you, precious.”

Eddie slid his gaze down to the thatch of hair that was obviously as groomed as the rest of Steve, his pink and shiny folds evident through it and making Eddie salivate for a taste. He brought his free hand back to his own dick to squeeze as he settled back on his haunches, looking his fill.

“First one finger, then two. Then I’m going to put three fingers inside you, sweetness. I’m going to stretch you wide for me so you can take my big, thick, alpha cock. But first…”

Eddie lifted his gaze to meet Steve’s with a wicked grin. “Before you get to have my cock, I’m going to slip my tongue inside you and taste just how sweet you really are, baby. You want that?”

Steve’s eyes fell shut as he arched back slightly, sliding his feet to press against the bed, effectively spreading his legs wider while also chasing Eddie’s hand on his thigh to slide down further to land at the junction where thigh met hip.

“Fuck, Eddie, yes. I’m green, asshole, I’m so green,” he panted. “Fucking touch me already before I find an alpha who isn’t just all talk.”

That brought a growl rumbling out of Eddie, and he released his dick to lean forward and grab Steve’s jaws between his fingers. “Oh trust me, sweetness,” he said as he leaned in close, letting his other thumb brush into the hair surrounding Steve’s most sensitive bits, skating just along the edge of Steve’s pussy. “I’m going to make you eat your words.”

Though Steve had flinched slightly at the fast grip to his jaw, he stared up at Eddie now with no hint of fear, only challenge and smug satisfaction, his breath brushing against Eddie’s lips. “Yeah? Gonna make me eat something else, Munson?” he lightly jeered. “And here I thought you were the one promising to eat something.”

He didn’t know who moved first. All Eddie knew was that within the space of one moment and the next, his and Steve’s lips were on one another, a needing gasping breath escaping Steve as Eddie wasted no time shoving his tongue into Steve’s mouth as he braced himself above the other boy.

True to his words, he slid his other hand further in, finally pressing his guitar calloused fingers against the slick heat of Steve’s folds.

Steve moaned at the sensation, arching against Eddie as Eddie started rubbing his fingers against him, the slick ease of it revealing just how turned on Steve already was with Eddie’s promises.

Eddie, for his part, had to swallow back a groan at how sweet the air was smelling at the moment now, how fucking good Steve felt even just against his fingers like this as he began producing more slick. His fingers moved easily over Steve, sliding up occasionally to glide over Steve’s cocklet, causing the omega to release another wave of arousal.

Steve was not a passive participant, however. No, almost immediately his arms had wrapped around Eddie’s shoulders and back, holding the alpha close as he lifted his hips to try to rock against the fingers touching him. Though he let Eddie invade his mouth with his tongue, his own was just as active sliding against Eddie’s, moving with him in encouragement.

A needy whine left the omega, one leg leaving the bed to wrap over Eddie’s.

“Eddie, please,” Steve whimpered when Eddie finally had to pull his mouth away, though the alpha couldn’t leave fully, trailing lips and teeth and tongue over Steve’s jaw and neck. “Please, alpha, need you inside me…”

And if that wasn’t just the sweetest sound.

“You feel so good, omega,” Eddie whispered with a pant against Steve’s skin, feeling how his own tip was beginning to bead with desire for the boy beneath him. “Gonna knot you up so good. Gonna ruin you for anyone else again ever.”

“Prove it,” Steve growled. “Stop being such a pussy and put your fingers inside me already.”

Who was Eddie to argue with that?

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Author Commentary:

You know, I feel like I’m back on my FFNet grind doing this, but hey, whatever.

Aaaaanyways…

First off, let me say that I have officially listed this fic as part of a series, Ruined and Redeemed. Once Ruin Me is completed here on tumblr, I’m going to begin working on a companion fic that takes place the immediate morning after, told in Steve’s POV. How exciting. Other smaller fics set in the same universe may also entice me. I already have an idea for at least one or two.

This was honestly an important part for me in my writing because it deals with matters of consent. I am pretty chill with certain aspects of dub-con, such as omega heats or sex pollen, but it is still very important to me for there to be a clear line drawn as well. Eddie likewise needs that line to never be crossed, needing fully verbal consent.

Which is, of course, absolutely foreign to Steve. He gets consent, of course. And absolutely follows it himself, but he doesn’t quite get it in connection to himself in this moment. In his mind, he’s giving a disgraced alpha absolute control over him and, from everything he knows about alphas, he’s expecting Eddie to take advantage of that and him.

As well, he knows that Eddie doesn’t like him, knows of his reputation in school, and knows that he used to be a jerk. Maybe not quite like Tommy or Billy, but he did and said things he wasn’t proud of and fully believes that Eddie would get revenge on him because all the alphas he interacts with definitely would.

The fact that Eddie is still gentle with him (in his own way) and fully wants Steve’s consent and enjoyment in sex is definitely one of the things that makes Steve want. He’s heartbroken by Nancy, even though he’s acknowledged that they weren’t good for each other and she has feelings for Jonathan instead, so he is definitely a little emotionally fragile as well and just as emotionally needy.

Eddie giving him clear details on what he’s going to do to him, therefore, being open and honest with him about something he’s nervous about…yeah, it definitely helps him see Eddie differently. And it also makes him horny lmao.

Which was a really fun thing to write. I loved the idea of Steve both being a slut and being a virgin. He happily takes care of his partners, but he can’t do much for himself because of his parents’ strict traditionalist beliefs. They’re definitely the sort to like, check to make certain a hymen is still intact or something, taking Steve for regular checkups to make certain he hasn’t been defiled.

They fill him with heat suppressants even though it can, at least in my version of things, be harmful if used overly much. It can almost make a heat, once had, more extreme and painful if the omega doesn’t have an alpha to knot them, resulting in something similar to rejection or isolation sickness that can make the omega incredibly ill. Suppressing for too long can also affect fertility, though that is something not as widely known in the 80s.

In this particular part, Steve is thus being treated as an active participant for the first time, with Eddie behaving unlike any other alpha he’s ever known. Especially one who should hate him, or so he believes. At the very least, they’re absolute strangers. In his mind, Eddie as an alpha shouldn’t care so much about how an omega feels or thinks.

Similarly, Eddie is realizing that his preconceived notions of who Steve Harrington is are absolutely wrong. Instead, he discovers that Steve is someone who needs to be put first for once, someone who needs to be cared for. While Eddie isn’t quite yet accepting of his own changing feelings for the other boy, the shift is definitely there.

I am a full believer that Eddie and Steve would bicker during sex and positive emotional moments. Steve calls Eddie “asshole” all the time but it becomes something as affectionate as Eddie’s use of “sweetheart” or any other endearment. They snipe and tease and argue in a way that is very much like foreplay to them.

Also, Eddie’s use of “precious” is 100% him making a Gollum reference that he knows Steve won’t get. It’s almost as mocking as Steve’s “asshole” and fake fighting will 100% be part of their love language.

Next part will consist of the actual smut. I’ll try to get it out sooner and also there be only maybe two parts left; the smut part and the aftercare/resolution part. Hopefully. Fingers crossed!

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If anyone in the permanent tag list (Hostage Hotties) would like to be excluded from this fic’s parts, please let me know and I’ll remove you for this fic only!

As well, temporary tags for this fic only are also still open if anyone else is interested in my rambling author commentary lol it usually consists of background world building and character study.

Hostage Hotties: @derythcorvinus @katyawriteswhump @honeii-puff @scoops-aboy86 @dotdot-wierdlife

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[multbasa]

The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild and Hyrule Warriors: Age of Calamity Timeline Comparison with commentary

I love both these games, but it really saddens me to see people overwrite Breath of the Wild's story and lore with Age of Calamity's story which are actually very very different. I thought it would be cool to try and put the timelines side by side for comparison.

This is not an argument against Age of Calamity being canon to the overall Zelda universe, but the events of AoC are contradictory to BotW in many ways which makes AoC not applicable to BotW's history specifically. Despite the advertising, AoC is not what happened 100 years ago in BotW—not even the beginning of the game reflects the events of BotW pre-Calamity. The game is an alternate story from its opening moments.

I've included commentary of my own which adds some thoughts of mine as well as a few theories based on what we know in the games. It's only speculation on my part and I think it is clear which parts are the commentary, so I don't expect everyone to agree with my speculative thoughts. I did put a lot of work into this, so I hope people forgive me for selfishly posting my own thoughts besides what is literally stated in the games.

Hopefully the document doesn't glitch out again after I reformatted everything. I had to turn off auto update to get all my border lines to show up, so hopefully everything stays in place.

I hope that those who do read this timeline comparison appreciate the time that I put into it. If there is anything I missed, anyone can reach out to me here or on my Blue Sky account with the same username. I do fear that editing will screw up the formatting again, but hopefully keeping auto update off until the changes are complete will protect my work.

[pseudonemisis]

me personally, I'm rizzo

[chronicallyartistic]

This is a copy of a peice of art from a game called dixit, I will edit this with a picture of the original as well soon, but I am trying to do studies of different peices of art to devlop a style, and this is the first of that endeavour!

digital art using krita, by me!

commentary (and ref image soon) under cut

This is kind of for my own personal use, but I dont have a more convienient place for it than here, and it might be interesting for some people!

Firstly, I really like the concept of the peice. The game dixit requires images of very concept-based and intriguing things, and I like the interpretations of this. I think this kind of concept-focused/thought provoking theme is something I would want to include in original pieces.

I think in original pieces I would use a more nature-focused pallete, but I do think these colours work well together, although they are rather vibrant.

I used the pencil brush for all of this piece, and I like the softness and the ability to change the strength of the colour with that brush.

I found this piece very useful to study shading and colour. In previous works, I have used the blend brush intensly, but in this i didnt use it at all, noticing the harsher boundaries between light and shade. I think over-blending was an issue in previous works.

In terms of the style, I quite like the expressive cartoon face, and the unrealistic proportions and shapes of different features.

[seraymerichateblog]

i didnt kno u could just send photos to your phone from ur switch look at this img from when acnh just came out 🥹

[amberdagger]

charlie swan… oouuagghhpphbh

[thedancingwalrus-blog]

You forgot the greatest quote from that gulper eel dive: ‘It looks like a muppet’

@phynali

Nautilus expedition live streams (+ their commentary) 2016 / 2018 / 2019

[astriiformes]

I know that realistically you can only fit so many movies into a list of approximately 100, but I cannot take that "How many of tumblr's favorite movies have you seen?" list that's been going around seriously because there are some truly egregious omissions.

Some of it is very clearly recency bias, which makes me wonder if the op truly wasn't on here in 2013 or so, but you're telling me you made a list of "tumblr's favorite movies" that doesn't include Pacific Rim or Mad Max: Fury Road? Because, like, I was there, Gandalf.

[shyjusticewarrior]

At some point "fanfic can be as good as professional writing" became "fanfic should be as good as professional writing" and that's caused major damage to fandom spaces.

[wheneverfeasible]

Ruin Me (part 5)

wc: 4k || rating: E || story summary: Steve shows up on Eddie’s doorstep with an offer he can’t refuse || chapter summary: Eddie refuses to let Steve leave without some proper aftercare. And maybe not at all. || tags: omegaverse, alpha!Eddie Munson, omega!Steve Harrington, intersex omegas, explicit content (see ao3 for full tags) || posted in full on ao3

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Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

Previously…

Eddie wasn’t stupid. He knew that, even if he was interested in getting to know Steve more, there was no way that Steve would want anything more to do with Eddie after tonight. He had gotten what he wanted and Eddie…well, Eddie wasn’t stupid.

Sure, maybe his rants about forced conformity and biological slavery were enough to convince Steve he’d probably be safe enough with him, but Eddie knew the truth. What greater disappointment was there than having a Munson be the one to steal the precious golden boy’s virginity?

The super senior, drug dealing, trailer trash, poor excuse of an alpha Munson who had no hope for a future that didn’t include the bars of a cell or six feet underground.

Why would Steve ever want anything more to do with him after tonight?

As Eddie contemplated this depressing truth, Steve slipped into a small doze in his arms, though his purring never let up. A small smile curled at his plump lips, his face flushed and sweaty with their exertion, yet looking the most peaceful Eddie could ever recall it being. Content.

Steve looked content.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Munson,” he whispered to himself. He sighed then, holding on to Steve even tighter, a pleased sound leaving the omega’s lips even in his light slumber.

Eventually, Eddie’s knot deflated.

As Eddie slipped out of Steve, he could feel the flood of both their releases beginning to seep out of the other boy, which also caused Steve to whine as he came back to awareness.

“Shh, precious, it’s okay,” Eddie murmured, gently easing Steve onto his back as he pressed small kisses along Steve’s shoulder, neck, and jaw. “Just relax. You did so good for me, sweetness.”

Steve’s nose crinkled into something resembling distaste. “Sticky,” he complained a touch petulantly, and Eddie couldn’t help but lean in to brush over Steve’s frowning lips with his own.

“I know, baby, I’m sorry.” He moved away briefly, grabbing the towel he’d discarded near the bed to gently begin wiping away the worst of their combined release. Steve whimpered a little at the rough feeling of the cloth against his sensitive bits, but Eddie tried to soothe him as best he could, pressing gentle kisses across Steve’s skin wherever he could reach.

“Fuck,” Steve groaned, bringing a hand up to cover his face as Eddie cleaned him up, though he then grimaced and lifted his hand to frown at it as he realized his face was also sticky from Eddie unintentionally rubbing his slick over him earlier.

“We just did, sweetheart, but give me a few minutes and I’m sure we can go again,” Eddie grinned with a small tease, leaning in to press a kiss to Steve’s inner thigh where his bite mark was now a purple-red.

Steve lazily swatted at Eddie’s shoulder, though he couldn’t hide the amused twitch to his lips. That blush that Eddie was quickly becoming obsessed with was back on his cheeks, however, as Eddie continued to gently clean Steve up as well as he could.

“Think you can stand up, baby? I would love to keep you in the bed, but I think we both need an actual shower,” he grinned, sliding up Steve’s body to hover over him.

He leaned down to press a quick kiss to his lips, telling himself he was allowed these actions until Steve was out his door and this thing between them was over. “Plus, I think we well and truly ruined this bedding.”

Steve groaned, though his blush spread farther at the soft kiss, making no move to push Eddie away. “I think you fucked my legs into jelly.”

A bright, proud grin spread across Eddie’s lips, causing Steve to snort and roll his eyes. Where earlier it had been bitchy, however, now it just looked fond.

“I guess I’ll just have to hold you up then, darling,” he drawled, leaning in to bury his face in the crook of Steve’s neck and inhaling his sex-sweat scent. “I’m going to get the water started,” he murmured, feeling that pleased warmth in his chest when Steve’s fingers tangled in his hair once more, holding him close. “I’ll be right back, Stevie.”

Steve swallowed thickly, nodding as he seemed to only reluctantly release Eddie. He watched him with his big brown eyes as Eddie just as reluctantly slid from the bed to try to coax some warm water out of the blasted shower. It was easier in the summer to get warm water, of course, as the sun heated the water tank exactly when you didn’t want it to.

He hoped the storm didn’t leave them with only something frigid. As willing as he was to boil water on the stove, as he’d had to do before even before living with Wayne, he doubted Steve would be willing to wait for it.

Which was just another example of why this thing here was for tonight only. Steve no doubt never had to wait for the water to heat up in any form, never had to worry about not having enough hot water, and certainly had a shower larger than a chessboard.

(Okay, the last was an exaggeration, but it would be a tight fit getting the both of them into the shower.)

Luck seemed to be on his side, however, as the water thankfully began heating after a brief, terrifying moment, causing a small whoop to leave Eddie before he could stop it as he pumped his fist to himself.

He briefly hoped Steve hadn’t heard him over the sound of the rushing water and the storm outside, no matter the thinness of the trailer walls. He’d rather not remind the other boy what an absolute fucking nerd he was when he was still playing at being the suave alpha Steve obviously expected him to be.

Uncaring about his nude state, he all but swaggered back into his room with a proud grin on his face despite himself at his victory over the water tap, stopping only when he caught sight of Steve again.

Steve wasn’t quite fully sitting up, but he had propped himself up on an elbow, his other hand lightly touching the bruise covering his mating gland. There was a faraway look on his face, though his expression was otherwise blank to how he felt about recent events. Eddie watched him for a moment before clearing his throat, feeling oddly nervous.

He tried to remind himself that this was Harrington, but a part of him knew that Steve had stopped being the bogeyman he’d always made him out to be the moment Steve revealed why he needed Eddie’s help.

And everything else after that.

Steve jumped slightly as he was pulled from his thoughts, his hand dropping to the bed once more. He blinked up at Eddie before offering a self-conscious smile. “Um…if you give me a moment, I can get into the shower and out of your hair.”

Eddie tried not to let Steve’s words affect him. That’s what this whole thing was, after all. A quick fuck and then never interacting again. After all, Steve was set to graduate soon and Eddie…yeah. It was becoming more and more apparent that he was about to become a super super senior.

Again, the realization that the two of them came from two totally different worlds was just a little too hard to ignore.

But Eddie was, if nothing else, good at pretending.

“And have you driving out in this mess of a storm?” he snorted, tossing a hand towards his bedroom window where the rattle of rain hitting the window was still highly evident. “I think not, Harrington. Plus, you look bone tired, sweetness,” he pointed out, because that much was true. Though Steve was looking more aware and less doped up on pheromones and sex, he looked exhausted.

“I can take care of myself, Munson,” Steve huffed back, but he was obviously too exhausted to get truly indignant. Eddie just softly snorted again and shook his head as he walked over to the bed and, with another squawk from Steve, lifted him up into a princess carry. “Eddie!”

“Don’t worry, princess,” he grinned as Steve’s arms automatically looped around his neck. “I promise to take good care of you. Now let’s take advantage of the water while it’s still warm.”

Eddie ignored any further protests from Steve as he carefully carried him into the small bathroom, only allowing him to take to his feet again to get inside the shower stall. He stepped in right after, hands firm on Steve’s bruised hips so his wobbling legs didn’t send him crashing, and while it was definitely cramped, he at least had enough space to first wash Steve and then himself. If just barely.

Though he could do without the disparaging look that Steve was giving his combination shampoo/conditioner/body wash. Not everyone had fancy hair care routines, okay? Steve tactfully kept his mouth shut, however, which Eddie counted as a blessing.

Despite his earlier protests too, Eddie could see the way Steve’s eyes began drooping as he leaned against the shower wall as Eddie bathed them, humming in what was almost a purr again while Eddie scrubbed the rainwater and sweat from his hair.

There was no way Eddie could let the guy leave like this, that was for certain.

After carefully washing the both of them—and trying not to think about how Steve smelled like him now, because he wasn’t some possessive knothead for an omega who wasn’t even his—Eddie grabbed two more towels and wrapped one around his own waist before draping another over Steve’s shoulders.

“Sit on the toilet lid for a moment while I get the bedding changed, okay, Stevie?” he murmured quietly, gently running the towel material over Steve to help dry him before helping him sit on the seat. He knew their towels weren’t the softest material anymore, not in their age, but he’d grabbed the softest one he could find for Steve.

Steve blinked up at him, a light flush dusting his cheeks again, making Eddie want to bite them. Or kiss them. He wasn’t certain anymore. They were basically the same thing, really. He reached out to gently stroke Steve’s warm cheek when Steve just kept staring at him, trying to offer a reassuring smile.

“Okay?” he repeated, needing to make certain that Steve was okay to be left alone for a moment.

Steve’s throat bobbed as he audibly swallowed, reminding Eddie that he needed to get him some water to drink as well. Maybe something to eat too, if Steve was awake enough to eat something.

“Okay,” Steve murmured quietly, almost a whisper.

Without really intending to, Eddie leaned down and brushed his lips over Steve’s forehead before releasing him and stepping back to head for the laundry cupboard. He could swear he could feel Steve’s eyes drilling into him as he walked away, but he refrained from turning back to check.

He wasn’t looking forward to braving the laundromat with sex stained sheets (again), but if the storm didn’t let up soon, he had a feeling that was going to be a necessity.

Especially since his only other set of sheets he had to use right now were his old Star Wars ones which…yeah, really fucking sexy those ones. Hopefully Steve was still too out of it that he didn’t pay attention to that.

Not that he normally cared what the normies thought of him, but…

He tried not to think about why he was trying to impress Steve Harrington of all people.

Once he dried off best he could and had his bed remade, Eddie then scooped up Steve’s clothes and carried them with him to the bathroom so he could drape them over the shower’s wall to try to dry them somewhat. He paused though, taking in the sight of Steve squirming a little on the toilet seat. He opened his mouth to ask if Steve was all right when he smelled it: arousal.

Eddie’s eyebrows shot up under his damp fringe. “Really, Steve?”

Steve huffed up at Eddie, though his cheeks were bright pink. “It’s your fault,” he grumbled.

Eddie pressed his fingertips to his chest with a shocked expression. “My fault? I wasn’t even in the room!”

“No, but you said it. That I’d feel the ache until I was wet for you again.”

“I—” Eddie stared at Steve with wide eyes, this time with his cheeks flushing a soft pink. Yes, he had said that, but he hadn’t really expected that to actually arouse Steve.

He cleared his throat, grabbing his still wet hair to cover part of his face as an almost shy smile took over his expression at the thought of Steve actually getting aroused by the memory of him. Of possibly even wanting him again. Him, specifically.

“Well. Anything I can do for you, big boy?” he teased once he’d collected his composure again, moving his hair from his face but still twirling a finger around it to give Steve an exaggerated saucy wink.

Steve bit his bottom lip as he stared up at Eddie, rolling it between his teeth until it was pink and plump again, before letting his gaze travel over Eddie’s still very much nude form, minus the towel hanging low on his hips. And then, much to Eddie’s amazement, the scent of subtle arousal heightened.

Did Steve actually…find Eddie attractive? Like…for real? Not just in a ‘we are currently having sex and you’re good at it’ sort of way?

Before Eddie could properly process that, Steve let out a large sigh. “As much as I might like to see what else you can do tonight,” he huffed, which turned into a yawn, “I’m beat. I should really head home now.”

Snapping out of his shock, Eddie shook a finger at Steve. “Nah uh uh, big boy. You’re in no condition to drive right now. Besides, it’s still raining and your clothes are wet. You’re not going anywhere, Harrington.”

Steve gave Eddie that look again, like he didn’t quite know what to make of him, all big eyed and beguiled. A soft smirk slowly settled over his lips. “Yeah? This a kidnapping, Munson?”

Eddie could only grin in response, finally moving to fully set aside Steve’s clothes to dry as much as possible before moving to pull Steve to his feet. “Maybe it is, sweetheart. I did just defile you.”

Steve flashed Eddie a smug smile. “Yeah you did.”

He sounded exceptionally proud of that fact. But then, Eddie figured that if the alternative was being mated to an alpha twice your age who didn’t care about your pleasure and only wanted you barefoot and pupped up, that Steve probably was feeling a little proud of going against his parents’ wishes.

If anything, Eddie was a little in awe of Steve’s bravery to do what he did. He didn’t know Eddie. Sure, he could listen to his tabletop rants every day of the week, but he’d have no idea what Eddie was like behind closed doors when told to ruin him. And Steve had done so with the expectation of being hurt.

Just how shitty was Steve’s home life to take such a risk?

And then all higher brain function left Eddie for a moment as Steve did something he’d never done before: he scented him.

Sure, Eddie had more or less scented Steve earlier, nuzzling into his neck and drawing in the rich musk of Steve’s natural scent and the tang of sex, but Steve had no reason to do it now.

Yet, when Eddie carefully pulled Steve back to his feet, Steve had stepped immediately into his space, wrapped his arms around him, and buried his nose into Eddie’s neck over his mating gland.

Eddie tensed for a moment, though he forced himself to relax when Steve made a distressed sound, his scent souring slightly. Sliding his hand into Steve’s hair to cradle his head against him, his other hand sliding up the smooth pane of Steve’s back, Eddie thought he had to be dreaming when Steve let out a small chirp and began nosing at his scent again.

Right. Eddie was letting this go on for too long, too far. Steve was still in that post-orgasm bliss after losing his virginity; there was no way he actually wanted anything like this with a Munson. He’d be mortified if he were of more present mind.

Well. He wouldn’t be doing this in the first place if he was of more present mind.

“C’mon, omega,” Eddie murmured quietly, despite himself, bending his knees slightly to scoop Steve back up into his arms. Which then led to Steve wrapping his arms around Eddie again and nuzzling more against him, causing Eddie to thickly swallow.

He tried to remind himself that this was just biology at play. An alpha taking an omega’s virginity was no laughing matter, especially not knotting them. Their pheromones were wreaking havoc on their senses, telling them that there was more to this than there actually was.

It didn’t help that Steve smelled even more like Eddie now with his shampoo and everything. It was biological conditioning. For the both of them. It wasn’t real. By the next time they saw each other, this single night of passion would be nothing but a story to tell.

Which Eddie supposed he got to have that. This night wouldn’t be a secret because Steve needed his deflowering known. Everyone would know that Eddie “The Freak” Munson had taken precious Steve Harrington’s virginity and left every other alpha that came sniffing around with sloppy seconds.

He knew that there would be alphas who didn’t care about the concept of virginity. He certainly didn’t, not really, no matter the role he played tonight. One day Steve would no doubt find an alpha worthy of him, and then these nights would belong to them. And Steve…hell, maybe Steve would remember this night fondly, though he doubted it would be because it was Eddie.

No, it would just be because of the way Eddie had made him feel.

“You smell weird,” Steve said with a small pout. “Bring back your other scent, I love it. Did you know you smell like chocolate? But like…dark chocolate,” he said dreamily.

Eddie didn’t know if he should be offended or not, but it did work to take his mind off things he couldn’t change. “Are you telling me I smell bitter?” he huffed. “And aren’t omegas the ones supposed to smell like candy and stuff?”

“No, you jerk,” Steve said with a roll of his eyes as Eddie finally brought him back into the bedroom, losing both towels in the process but that hardly mattered at the moment. “You smell…well, okay, yeah, a little sweet, but also…smoky and earthy. Kind of like molasses. Or cardamom. And like…“ A roll of thunder interrupted him, but it just caused him to grin. “Like how it smells right after it rains.”

Rolling his eyes, Eddie carefully deposited Steve on the bed before moving over to where he kept some of his omega specific drugs. “So you’re saying I smell bitter and soggy. Great, thanks, got it.”

“Asshole,” Steve said with something Eddie almost wanted to call affection in his tone, looking down at the sheets he was settled into. “That’s not what I—oh sick! Star Wars!” he said brightly, causing Eddie to whip around to stare at him, not that he noticed.

“I just got into these movies, but they’re kickass. A buddy of mine introduced me to them recently. And I thought I had a messed up family,” Steve teased with a small snort and a grin.

Steve Harrington knew about Star Wars? Did Eddie somehow find himself in the goddamn Twilight Zone or something? There was no way that super mega popular jock Steve Harrington actually appreciated a science fantasy movie series like Star Wars.

Then again…Steve had been defying expectations left and right today already. It might just be possible that Steve Harrington was a secret nerd after all.

“Yeah?” Eddie asked, a small grin of his own overtaking his expression as he grabbed the necessary pill package and popped one out.

“Yeah, the teddy bear things are cute,” Steve grinned back, suppressing another yawn now that the excitement of the sheets was mellowing out.

Eddie needed only a moment to understand what Steve meant, feeling a warmth spread through his chest at Steve’s response. “Oh yeah, the Ewoks?” he clarified easily. There was no need to correct Steve or make him feel stupid about calling them teddy bears. They looked like teddy bears.

“I’m more of an Empire Strikes Back fan myself. The one with the ice planet, and Vader and Luke’s fight,” Eddie made his own clarification with a small shrug.

“Yeah, man, those lightsabers are awesome! Dustin and I are making a handshake with them,” Steve agreed with a small, fond smile. “Totally mind blown about him being his dad though.”

Shit. Steve really did know Star Wars. Though…who the fuck was Dustin???

Eddie swallowed back the possessive instincts of his inner alpha. It wasn’t like Steve was actually his or anything.

“Here, sweetheart,” he said, stepping back towards the bed to hold out the pill for Steve to take. “I’m gonna get you some water, then you need to take that since you’re not on birth control.” Eddie hesitated for a moment. “Which I can get for you, if you want. You wouldn’t be the first omega whose parents are assholes.”

Steve took the pill, though he looked up at Eddie with those wide eyes again, a small ‘o’ to his lips. He blinked and looked down at the pill in his hands, turning it between his fingers. “If my parents…well, I don’t know if I’ll be able to afford it after this,” he mumbled.

Oh.

Eddie paused as he experienced another paradigm shift about Steve Harrington.

He could make a quip. Could leeringly say that they could work something out, could give the pills a test run…but Steve looked a little too vulnerable in that moment, his shoulders hunching slightly, his eyes not meeting Eddie’s.

It was entirely possible he would think Eddie was serious, would demand Steve pay him back with his body, and he didn’t want that thought to pass through Steve’s head even for a second.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he murmured, reaching out to curl Steve’s damp hair over his ear. He was sorry he didn’t own a blowdryer, he would have loved drying Steve’s hair for him. Maybe he should buy one. “Consider tonight payment enough. It’s not every day I get to have such a pretty omega in my bed offering up their virginity,” he lightly teased with a small grin.

Steve blinked up at Eddie at that, that by now familiar light dusting of pink on his cheeks making its reappearance. Who knew Steve blushed so easily? He gently grazed the back of his knuckles over the heated skin, Steve’s eyelids fluttering at the gesture. God, he really was pretty though, wasn’t he?

“I’ll be back with a cup of water for that,” Eddie said, dropping his hand and clearing his throat. He gave a faint grimace. “I do have to warn you, too. It might not be entirely pleasant afterwards, and it could trigger your heat a little sooner or even delay it. I can get you some heat suppressants too, but it may not work on this upcoming one.”

“My parents at least let me have suppressants,” Steve mumbled, dropping his own gaze. “Or they did, at least. Didn’t want to risk their whore omega son losing control,” he muttered bitterly.

Eddie swallowed back a growl at the thought of Steve’s parents. Fuck traditionalist bigots.

Unthinkingly, Eddie dropped another kiss to Steve’s forehead and then he was all but escaping his room to get Steve a glass of water. Fucking tap water, nothing filtered properly because he lived in a fucking trailer and Steve…Steve was used to the nicer things in life.

Which wasn’t Eddie.

“Christ, Munson, if your old man could see you now,” he muttered to himself, picturing the Munson Doctrine just flying out the window, as he filled up a glass. Not even a proper glass at that, either, but one of those novelty promotional things Wayne had gotten at McDonald’s with the purple guy on the front.

Whatever. It wasn’t like he could impress Steve even if he tried.

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Author commentary:

First off, if you saw above with the little parts numbers, the total count is now 6, meaning there’s just one more part after this! It’s gonna be short and sweet, but it will be the final part of Ruin Me…though not the end of playing in this universe. 😉

I wanted it to be really important for Eddie to handle the aftercare of their coupling, just as it was important to him to get verbal consent from Steve before he continued anything.

Also, I am a firm believer that Eddie does not take care of his hair properly and I will die on that hill. He for sure uses the same shit for his hair that he uses for his ass. But don’t worry, Steve will eventually break him of that habit. However, I wanted his lack of proper care to also emphasize how much he wishes to take care of Steve.

Despite this originally supposed to be a one-time thing between them, Eddie is already feeling the desire for more. Which he’s trying to blame on biology, but we all know the truth, don’t we? Silly Eddie.

Also, the Star Wars sheets lmao. It was a spur of the moment decision when I wrote those sheets in, and then I couldn’t resist. Especially because I thought it would give Eddie another moment to realize that there was more to Steve than he ever thought possible.

The sheets in question:

Also, I feel like Eddie’s favorite would be ESB. (Mine is a tie between ESB and ROTJ btw. Vader was my first crush and he still remains one to this day.) Which, speaking of, it was likewise important for me to give Eddie that moment of not correcting or judging Steve for not knowing something well. It’s a favorite detail of mine in their relationship from canon.

I don’t want to get too much into Steve’s thought processes here because it will be covered in the sequel/companion piece, but he’s definitely starting this whole thing believing Eddie got what he wanted from him, but he’s likewise realizing there’s more to Eddie than he realized too. He may or may not be developing pesky little feelings of his own. (He totally is. And not just because he got a good dicking.)

Also, the McDonald’s glasses in question, with the one Eddie grabbed being the Grimace one:

But by the gods, Eddie wants to impress Steve so badly. Wants to be a good option for an alpha. To the point of getting jealous of someone who, though he doesn’t know it yet, is a middle school nerd lmaooo

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