#Im gonna be honest if my vampire boyfriend said he loved me and my blood was the best he ever tasted and then I watched him drain someone..

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Poison Oak

Steddie

Synopsis: Hawkins tells the tale of the vampire who lives on Oak Street, a belligerent man goes there with a dark purpose

Contains: vampirism and all that entails (blood, biting, etc), knives, drunkenness, bigotry and anti-LGBT views (from 1 person), death

The sun was shining, a slight breeze in the air making the heat bearable. The trees swayed in the breeze. Flowers starting to bloom and bees dance between them. Not a grey cloud in the sky. A perfect ideallic day.

Except Oak street was quiet. On any other street, there were children laughing and playing. Dogs happily barking with tails wagging.

An outsider may pass by Oak Street in Hawkins, Indiana without a second glance. But the outsiders who do look for a second too long will notice something different. While families would be walking everywhere else, not a single person stepped a foot onto Oak street. Except for the drunk man currently walking down it.

It was so quiet that his heart beating was louder then the breeze rustling tree leaves. The drunk knew how dogs would whine and cower in fear. Cats would arch their backs and hiss.

Always listen to animals, because they know when a predator is near.

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Even on a beautiful day, a small town still thrives on gossip. The story of Oak Street is an urban legend in a rebuilt Hawkins. A remnant of times past.

Oak Street was one of the remaining surviving streets after the earthquake that had almost tore Hawkins apart. Every house on it had gotten oblitered, sinking into the shaking earth and crumbling to the ground. When Hawkins was rebuilt, Oak Street was long forgotten...

At least, everyone wished it was.

But whispered versions of what happened there were told by gossiping house wives at the store. Theatrical retellings of teens by campfires trying to scare their crushes so they would lean in close them. Parents warning their kids. The cashier at the video store told anyone who wanted to listen. About Oak Street. It developed a new name, Poison Oak Street.

The legend goes that one house stood through it all, the earthquake the thunder and time. It is the only house that remains in pristine condition on Oak Street. Their house.

Legend goes that after the earthquakes, one man came back not dead but not alive. Something in between.

Eddie Munson. The freak. His name whispered in hushed tones with disgust and fear. How he came back wrong. How he had sold his soul. How he already killed innocent high schoolers prior to the earthquake, something that may have fueled his change. Whispers of devil worship and sacrifice and drinking blood. A vampire.

The story continues that there was another man. One who was always kind and helpful. Steve Harrington. A man who was blinded by trying to save another, slowly succumbing to the vampire. Becoming a loyal liege, under a possible mind control. Whispers of a man who was once revered now being feared. People sigh and shake their heads for poor Steve.

Poor Steve. And poor you if you go to Poison Oak Street.

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Dilapidated houses that are falling apart or piles of rubble from houses already fallen line the street. The yards are overgrown with weeds and vines crawling up the houses. Except for the house.

The two story old manor stands proud amongst the rubble of it's brethren. The yard is perfectly trimmed. The flowerbeds in front of the wrap around porch are blooming.

It is too perfect compared to the disarray around it, it sends a shiver down Mark's spine. Mark, who is still drunk, ignores the alarm bells ringing in his head. Enough was enough.

The monster took his daughter away. Mark was going to end this once and for all.

Mark's sweaty palms made his grip falter on the silver knife he had. He swallowed hard as he adjusted his grip. He really hoped that silver actually hurt vampires like it does in the books he read. He also hopes that his grandma wasn't lying when she said the cutlery and dining set was pure silver.

Mark tries to keep his footfalls silent, but every step on the ground sounds like a gunshot in his ears. He wonders if the vampire can smell him- or, wait is that werewolves?

The house looks almost unassuming with how well kept it is. Mark has one foot on the step up the back of the porch, pausing for a moment. He thought he saw-

Yes, out of the corner of his eye, the curtain moved. He could see the silhouette of someone standing behind the curtains. Mark blinks and they're gone.

It's too late, he's been spotted. He could get on his knees and beg for forgiveness, or try to run away, but thoughts of his only daughter urge him on.

Mark bursts through the door with a yell, knife raised in the air. Instead of seeing the pale monster with eyes dark as the night, Mark sees a man with a faint tan and hazel eyes.

"You could have knocked? Where are your manners," the man puts his hands on his hips and frowns. It takes Mark a second to recognize the poor soul, Steve Harrington. "What did you do with her?" Mark asks pointing the knife at Steve.

"With who?!" Steve glares down at the knife slightly, raising his hands. "You lure her here? You let that freak eat her?" Mark yells, stepping closer to Steve with every word.

The tip of the knife is now poking at Steve's sternum. "Listen man, I don't know who you are! Or this girl!" Steve takes a step back, but Mark follows.

The light thud of a door and click of a deadbolt makes Mark jump and turn on his heels.

The monster is leaning against the door Mark had entered, an evil grin on his face. "You!" Mark could feel his veins popping out of his neck in anger, there were so many words he wanted to use to describe the freak of nature in front of them, but all died on his tongue.

Eddie's smirk widens as he does jazz hands, "Ta-da!" "What did you do to my daughter?" Mark panted heavily, face twisted in a snarl. This vampire was fucking with him, acting like it was a game.

"Your daughter? Hm, let's see..." Eddie tapped a finger to his chin as he looked to the ceiling. "You eat her?" Mark snarled. "Drained." Steve corrected behind him. "You drained her!?" Mark yelled lunging forward at Eddie.

"Jesus Christ!" Eddie yelped as he dodged the slash of the knife. "Of course you'd take the Lord's name in vain you devil!" Mark slashes the knife again. "Like you've never said oh my god," Eddie retorts, dancing around Mark's attempted stabs.

"You'll pay for what you did to my daughter!" Mark yells. Mark goes to move forward, but a hand from behind yanks his arm back. Mark yelps as his arm is bent, dropping the knife.

Steve glares at Mark, holding tightly to his arm. If he moved it further back, it would break. "Your daughter..." Eddie trails off slightly before snapping his fingers," Oh! You mean Alex!"

"Her name is Alexandria!" Mark yells, spit flying from his mouth. Eddie gives him a disgusted look, "It's Alex. That's what they want to be called." "Alexandria is just confused," Mark glares.

"No, Alex isn't," Steve speaks up, Mark turning his head to look at him. "Alex is a lovely kid. Bright, has a whole future ahead of them. But not with you." Disdain drips from Steve's voice.

"Alex tried to be themself, but you wouldn't let them. They were never good enough for you. Alex told us about how you hit them," Eddie crosses his arms," Just because they didn't live up to your standards."

"Alexandria just needed reminding of what was right. When she was a kid being a tomboy was okay, but she's a woman now and-" "They get to decide their life, not you." Eddie glares.

Steve's hold on Mark tightens, an arm wrapping around the front of his shoulders. Eddie steps closer," Alex is now living their life their way. They way they always wanted and felt deep inside. We helped them leave this town. They deserve to live by their rules. They never deserved to be hit. Yelled at. Never deserved to be made to think they were bad because they weren't up to your standards. "

Mark gulps as Eddie stands nose to nose to him. "Alex didn't even tell us everything, but they didn't need to. You come barging in here, calling us monsters? But you're the monster." Eddie snarls at Mark.

Mark inhales sharply, " That's not- no I- You're the only monster here! Me and Steve are innocent humans." Eddie raises an eyebrow," Oh?"

"You have him under your spell! Just like Alex-" Mark gasps as his head is yanked to the side.

"Actually," Steve whispers in Mark's ear," You and Eddie are the humans."

Mark gasps as a sharp pain hits his neck. Steve's hair brushes against Mark's face as his fangs pierce deep into Mark's jugular. Eddie clicks his tongue and takes a step back, watching.

Mark tries to speak but finds he's unable to as a burning sensation rips through his body. He can hear Steve swallowing, and he thinks oh not eaten drained.

Mark's vision blurs, black creeping in around the edges. The burning fades into a pleasant tiredness. He can't feel his legs, he can't feel his arms, he can't feel-

.

.

Steve pulls back from the man, dropping his body to the floor. Blood is smeared around his mouth, fangs receding back. The man's face is frozen in fear. Steve winces at it and steps over the body. He'll go and bury it tomorrow in the cemetery, no one will notice another body showing up there.

Steve goes to Eddie, wrapping his arms around Eddie's waist. Eddie hums, leaning into his grip. Steve presses his forehead against Eddie's, eyes darting down to his mouth. He goes to lean in when he is pushed away.

"Absolutely not, you are not kissing me with another man's blood in your mouth!" Eddie glares," yeah, you're hot and that was so fucking attractive, but draining him?!" Steve sighed, wiping his face clean with his shirt.

"He could have hurt you, I was angry and got a bit...carried away?" Steve shrugged as he removed the dirty shirt. Eddie's eyes dart to Steve's chest. Eddie clears his throat, looking away," I mean-"

Steve wraps his arms around Eddie," Yours is the only blood i want to have Eddie. Yours is made for me. I only want you inside me-" "in more ways then one." Eddie wiggles his eyebrows at Steve. "Can I be romantic here?" Steve pouts.

"What's more romantic then draining someone, something you hate to do, to protect me?" Eddie whispers, leaning in close. Steve sighs as their lips meet. They lean into the kiss, pouring all their love into it.

[eef-is-an-egg]

for your thing ab sending more crankiplier prompts to write instead of big fic (which is so fuhcking relatable)

vampire!Ethan

one of them is a minor villain (like petty theft or smth) and gets hurt. other takes them in and cares for them and they're like?? i literally steal things why do u trust me

maybe?? I have more general but I don't want this to b really really lonk

listen i may have written a whole ass novel here so.... take some vampire eth (also im totally going to write something for that second prompt at some point thats such a cute idea)

“You sure about this?”

Mark nodded shakily, swallowing the lump that had appeared in his throat. Ethan looked up at the older man cautiously as he rolled Mark’s sleeve up to his elbow.

“Listen, it really is okay if you don’t want to do this,” Ethan said, holding Mark’s forearm carefully, as if Ethan would break his arm if he gripped it tighter. Which, admittedly, he might be able to do that. Mark didn’t know, and frankly, he didn’t want to find out.

“No, no, it- It’s fine, I’m not worried,” Mark lied. He was definitely worried, crazy worried, but this was Ethan. He wouldn’t hurt him on purpose, even if he was technically going to hurt him. It was just a little blood, he had plenty to spare. “I want this.”

“You look like you’re going to vomit,” Ethan noted, moving his hands down to hold Mark’s calloused hand. “I can find something else, if-”

“Ethan, I want this. You literally need this, and if I can’t give it to you, what sort of boyfriend am I?” Mark laughed nervously, trying to make light of the weird situation they were in together. This was weird. But he loved Ethan. So what’s a little blood?

"Yeah, yeah, but I don’t want you to feel obligated,” Ethan mumbled, looking down. Was Ethan really feeling guilty about this right now? Mark didn’t really know why, like he said, he needed it to live.

So instead of saying anything more, he just moved Ethan’s hands back to his arm and nodded enthusiastically as a confirmation. Ethan nodded back and looked down at Mark’s arm. He hesitated a moment, but lifted it up to his face, eyeing it hungrily. 

If Mark was honest with himself, it was always strange to see Ethan like this. He’d always just been this dorky dude who looked like he couldn’t hurt a fly, but when he was hungry, he was hungry. It was like he was in a whole other mindset - which, now that Mark thought about it, he probably was. 

But he still managed to be sweet and understanding and undeniably Ethan. That’s what Mark had to remember, that he was still Ethan. He’d always be Ethan, and that was what mattered. Mark was suddenly jolted out of his thoughts as Ethan planted soft and sweet kisses along his forearm. He rolled his eyes affectionately, a small blush dusting his cheeks. He wasn’t exactly expecting it to get sensual, but hey, this was Ethan after all. The sap.

Ethan flicked his eyes up at Mark again in the middle of a kiss, like he was asking permission for what he was about to do next. Mark looked knowingly into his eyes, hoping he got the gist.

Ethan did.

It felt... weird. Painful? Maybe painful wasn’t exactly the right word. The initial contact and breaking of skin stung, but it didn’t last. What was more prevalent was the pressure and the feeling of blood flowing out of his arm. It wasn’t necessarily anything new - he’d had IVs inserted into his arm before, but it was certainly different. The idea that there was a mouth on the other end didn’t help, especially the fact that it was Ethan’s mouth. But it felt strangely nice, like a hickey but not.

Oh my God. Ethan was literally sucking his blood. And Mark was sort of enjoying it. Did this make him a masochist? He wasn’t a masochist. Was he? His heart started to pump faster, his brain started to get fuzzy and he couldn’t make out his own thoughts. He was hoping this was because of blood loss. Blood loss sounded like a good excuse.

He suddenly shook his head vehemently, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding after Ethan detached from Mark’s arm.

“Sorry,” Ethan murmured, wiping his face off with his sleeve. “I got a little overzealous. Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” Mark managed to breathe out after a few seconds. He looked down at his arm and saw two apparent holes in it. They weren’t actually that deep, and thank God there wasn’t any blood gushing out of them anymore, but it was still a weird sight to see. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

“Okay, let’s- let’s get you patched up,” Ethan said, taking Mark’s hand.

Everything still felt a bit blurry as Ethan dragged him to their bathroom. His head felt like it was buzzing, but he simply sat on their toilet, waiting patiently as Ethan dug through their cupboards, looking for bandages. He didn’t know if the pit forming in his stomach was from anxiety, blood loss, or something else, but it definitely wasn’t pleasant. “Alright," Ethan chirped, straightening himself out and turning to face Mark, bandages in hand. “Hold your arm out, babe.”

Mark did as he said, albeit slightly delayed - his brain was still foggy. “You seem surprisingly chipper.”

“I was hungry,” Ethan explained as he started to wrap Mark’s wound. “It’s like the Snickers commercials say - ‘You’re-’”

“‘-not you when you’re hungry’, I know,” Mark cut the younger man off, a small smile appearing on his face. “God, you’re such a dork. Aren’t vampires supposed to be sexy or something?”

“Heeeey!” Ethan whined, pausing the wrapping as he looked at Mark with one of his ‘pity me’ faces. “You’re saying I’m not sexy? Wow, I’m hurt, Mark!”

“Okay, you’re a little sexy,” Mark rolled his eyes, the smile on his face only getting bigger. “But not, like, Edward Cullen levels of sexy.”

“Edward Cullen is not sexy,” Ethan giggled, continuing with the wrapping of Mark’s arm. “He’s not even an accurate representation of vampires!”

“It doesn’t matter if he’s not accurate! Accuracy and sexiness don’t relate to each other at all, Eth,” Mark added. “You’re just jealous.”

"Jealous?” Ethan scoffed, tightening the bandage (which in turn makes Mark wince) and tearing it off the roll, making sure the stray end of the bandage is tucked in neatly underneath the rest of it. “He’s a creep. I’m not jealous of shit.”

“Mm, you make a good point,” Mark hummed, looking down at his arm. The bandage was slightly pink in some spots, but overall it wasn’t looking too bad. “Maybe you are sexier than Edward Cullen...”

“You bet your ass I am,” Ethan grinned. “Anyway, enough about Twilight. How are you feeling? Was everything okay?”

“Fine, actually. A little lightheaded, but okay,” Mark replied, fidgeting with the new bandages on his arm. “And yes, everything was fine. It felt kind of strange, but you know I’d do anything for love, baby.”

He tacked on a cheesy wink which gets an eye-roll from the younger man.

“Was the kissing too much? I hadn’t exactly done this on another consenting human who was also my boyfriend, so...” Ethan mumbled, running his hand through his hair.

“Nah, I thought it was cute,” Mark smiled. “Made it feel a little less like you were eating me and more like you were making out with my arm.”

“Is that really any better though?” Ethan giggled, looking up at Mark with a grin on his face.

“Yes, it is. Trust me,” Mark reassured Ethan and gave him a grin back. “On another note, though - is this going to become a regular thing?”

“Not if you don’t want it to be,” Ethan said. “It’d definitely be helpful, but I can make do if you were too uncomfortable with tonight.”

“No, I mean- I think I’d be fine with it,” Mark stuttered, taking a quick glance at Ethan. His facial expression was soft and understanding, and Mark wanted to hug him right then and there. “I wasn’t uncomfortable, it was just... different. Not- not like, a bad different or anything.”

“Oh,” Ethan said simply. There was a hint of surprise to his voice, like he wasn’t expecting Mark to be so willing. “Did you like it or something?”

To his tragic demise, Mark’s whole face immediately flushed as soon as Ethan said that. Stupid blood. “I’m not going to deny it, but-”

“Christ, you absolute masochist,” Ethan laughed. Mark looked at him quickly and noticed that his cheeks were pink too. Was he embarrassed or weirded out or..?

“Shut up, I just like to see what my body can take, okay?” Mark insisted, covering his face with his hands. Even if Ethan wasn’t embarrassed, he sure was.

“Listen, bub, I’m not gonna judge you,” Ethan said, putting a reassuring hand on Mark’s shoulder. “I mean, it’s a win-win scenario, right? I get food, you get... some amount of enjoyment from it?”

“Please shut up,” Mark groaned.

Ethan just giggled, gave him a quick kiss on the top of his head and went over to the door of the bathroom. “Love you, Mark.”

Mark just groaned again in reply.