#and tell vampire steve to leave me alone

[krirebr]

I know I've said it multiple times before, but I'm serious this time! I'm going to get back into IKISKB and it's going to be the next fic I post. It is! I mean it!

[lovebugism]

hi! reader doesn’t like kids at all, but somehow eddie’s child is just different and the cutest sweetest child who warms their heart

✶ ┄ MAYDAY ! [ the beginning ]

summary: when steve harrington brings you as a plus-one to a munson birthday party, he forgets to tell you it's for eddie's four-year-old, maeve. (1.8k)

pairing: dad!eddie munson / f!reader

tags: strangers to lovers (eventually), slow burn, mutual pining, idiots in love, meet ugly-ish, fluff, girl dad eddie munson™, r is not used to being around kids (and it shows), baby blurb turned spin-off universe <3

When Steve Harrington invites you to a birthday party, he fails to mention it’s for a four-year-old. 

The tiny trailer is decked out in decoration. A fusion of black and rainbow, of bats and unicorns, of vampires and Tickle Me Elmo — like no one could land on a singular theme. 

Steve guides you into the home with a golden hand on the small of your back, his other clutching a sparkly black bag with Count von Count’s face on it. You stop very suddenly in your tracks. Happy 4th Birthday, Maeve! reads a handpainted sign draped beneath the ceiling.

You become very hyperaware of the whiskey bottle in your right hand, something you figured would be the most sufficient thing to gift someone you’d never met before. You just hadn’t expected the stranger to be a child.

“What the fuck, Steve?” you bite under your breath, glaring at the boy beside you. “I thought you said this was your friend’s birthday party?”

“Maeve is my friend,” he answers with a stupid shrug. “Though, to be fair, I did say it was my friend’s kid’s birthday party.”

He most definitely hadn’t.

“What the hell— I brought booze!”

“That’s okay,” assures a wild-haired boy with a pretty pink grin as he walks up to the two of you. The friend in question. 

Eddie Munson wears a silver ring on each finger and a thick leather jacket despite the warming spring season. His laughter sounds like sunshine. His smile is bright enough to give you a goddamn sunburn.

“Maeve’s been getting presents all day— It’s about time someone got somethin’ for me,” he jokes.

You grimace while the two boys laugh. “Sorry…” you murmur as you pass him the bottle, shrinking inside yourself in an attempt to hide from the moment. I’m never letting Steve convince me to leave the house again, you think to yourself.

Eddie shrugs. “Don’t worry about it. Seriously. I’ll go stick this in the kitchen— Make yourself at home.”

Your racing heart quells only slightly. He must be more of a good guy than Steve made him out to be, if he’s willing to keep you around after you brought booze to his daughter’s party. Though, you’ll contend that you were only half at fault for this.

Steve bites back a chuckle as he walks you to the back door, standing with you on the little wooden deck lined with sparkly streamers. There’s a picnic table off in the distance, covered in a bat-patterned cloth and set with Sesame Street-themed utensils. A small crowd of teenagers gather around it, and a couple of their parents, you figure.

The spring breeze only half soothes your burning skin.

“See?” he lilts, trying not to laugh and failing. “He likes you already—”

You swat his chest with a less than kind hand. 

“Ow!”

“I’m gonna fucking kill you, Harrington, I swear to—”

“What’s your favorite animal?” a tiny voice asks from behind you, a smidge too loud and confusing their R’s with W’s.

You look over your shoulder, face flooded with horror. A kid with wild chocolate hair stands at less than half your height, wearing the tiniest Ozzy Osbourne shirt you’ve ever seen beneath a rainbow tutu. You don’t know what to say, so you just blink at it for a moment — at her.

“Hey, Maeve,” Steve greets with a curt wave.

The girl beams, missing her very front tooth. “Hi, Uncle Steve!”

“Wha— Huh?” you stammer mindlessly. ‘Cause you’re not exactly the best at talking to people your own age, let alone to children. They’re too honest. And too loud. And beyond still feeling like a kid yourself most days, you don’t have anything in common with them.

“What’s your favorite animal?” Maeve repeats in the same inflection, smiling until a dimple appears in her freckled cheek. “Mine’s a Hefflelump.”

“Hef… Hefflelump?” you echo quietly, only vaguely registering Steve’s laughter as he disappears through the screeching screen door, leaving you all alone. You’re definitely killing him for this.

“Yeah… From Winne the Pooh!” she says like it’s obvious.

“Oh… Okay…”

“What’s yours?”

You stumble over your words to find an answer. “Um… Uh… I don’t— I don’t know…”

“Everyone has a favorite animal,” she scoffs like some kinda critic with a speech impediment. She tilts her chin to her chest and peers up at you with a pair of doe eyes, so brown they’re almost black. You shift your weight on your feet, visibly uncomfortable beneath her unwavering stare.

“Maybe like a… A blobfish, or something?” you shrug.

Her tiny face screws in disgust. “Gross,” she spits.

You flinch. “What? Why is that gross?” you retort, crossing your arms over your chest, more defensive than you’d like to admit.

“They’re so ugly,” Maeve giggles.

“Why?” you squint. “‘Cause they look differently than we do?”

“No!” she laughs, loud and golden, just like her father. “’S ‘cause they’re so slimy.”

“Well— You— You’re slimy,” you stammer.

The wild-haired girl grins with all her baby teeth (well, besides the front one, anyway). “You’re slimy!” she echoes with a mischievous twinkle in her chocolate eyes.

The screen door squeals open again, the rusted hinges screeching in protest. “Who’s slimy?” a male voice questions from behind you, a smile audible in his voice.

“You are!” you and Maeve chorus at the same time. 

You whip your head around a second too late. Your heart drops to your ass when you find Eddie lingering in the doorway behind you. You stumble over your words while Maeve giggles. “Sorry! I thought— I thought you were Steve! I’m so sorry!”

A chuckle sputters from Eddie’s mouth. He’s nearly as grieved by it all as you are. “He just left,” he tells you with a lopsided smile, cocking his thumb over his shoulder. “I think he’s helping Wayne out front. They’re putting together Maeve’s d-o-l-l-h-o-u-s-e.”

His eyes flit upward as he tries hard to spell the word correctly. Upon your confused look, he says, “I can’t say it, or she’ll know what I’m talking about.”

“Right,” you nod.

Eddie crouches and holds his arms out for his daughter. Maeve’s tiny feet patter against the wooden deck as she rushes to him. He huffs at the weight of her — heavier than he remembers and getting bigger every day (which is weird ‘cause she was a newborn, like, a week ago). He grunts when he picks her up, propping her weight on his side.

“What were the two of you talkin’ about, then?”

“Blobfish!” she shouts with a beam.

Eddie breathes out a faint chuckle and turns to you. “She’s forcin’ you to pick a favorite animal, huh?” he wonders, then laughs a bit louder when you nod. “Yeah, she’s been doing that all day. It’s her new thing,” he says, nuzzling the tip of his nose into her curls. 

Realization seems to him then, and his brows furrow when he looks at you. His face, all twisted in confusion, is an exact replica of Maeve’s. 

“Wait— Your favorite animal is a blobfish?”

“That’s what I said!” the girl laughs.

You shift your weight on your feet and cross your arms over your chest. “I’m… feeling very judged in this moment…” you murmur under your breath, only half joking.

“I think that’s the most creative answer we’ve had yet, huh, Mae?” Eddie chuckles.

You scoff. “Well, I think Hefflelump’s pretty creative considering—”

The boy clears his throat, seeming to sense the rest of your sentence. His eyes widen in a lighthearted glare before he nods to the girl on his hip. Only then do you realize the words sitting on the tip of your tongue. You swallow them down immediately.

“Right…” you nod instead. “Nevermind…”

“Here—” Eddie huffs as he sets the girl down again. “—Go find Aunt Robin, alright? She’s probably decorating your cake as we speak.”

Maeve rushes off at the word cake, tottering on lanky, ungraceful legs. The two of you watch her go and linger in an awkward silence. Neither of you is quite sure how to make conversation without her there. You decide to start with an apology.

“I’m, uh, I’m sorry, by the way. Again,” you laugh awkwardly at yourself, scratching at the back of your neck. “I’m not… I’m not really… great with kids. If you couldn’t already tell.”

Eddie grins, pink and lopsided and pretty. You don’t feel deserving of the warmth swimming in his button eyes, glimmering beneath an early setting sun. “It’s okay. Seriously. You should’ve seen Robin and Steve the first time they met her— they were hopeless. And now they’re… Sort of alright, I guess.”

You force a faint chuckle. “Yeah, I’m— I’m just not used to being around them, I guess. I don’t even think I’ve talked to a kid her age since, like, elementary school.”

“I was the same way. ’Til I had Maeve and all…”

“Well, I couldn’t tell,” you assure him with a wavering smile. “You’re, like, a total pro. You’re great with her.”

He ducks his head to hide his blushing cheeks. The apples of them speckle warm and pink beneath the weight of your compliment. 

“Well… thank you,” he says, deflecting from your praise with that stupid, posh, D&D accent he always uses when he gets nervous. You don’t notice him grimacing at himself because you’re still stewing in your own embarrassment.

“And sorry for the booze, too. I seriously didn’t mean to bring— I mean, Steve didn’t even tell me that—”

“Stop apologizing,” Eddie chuckles warmly. “That part’s not your fault, alright? I don’t know if you know this or not, but your boyfriend’s a total idiot.”

Your face screws up. “Oh, he’s not— Steve’s not my boyfriend.”

The boy’s smile ebbs. “No?”

“No. No way!” you laugh before you mean to. “I’m pretty sure I’m just, like, his replacement best friend since Robin started dating Vickie.” 

Wide-eyed and distantly relieved, Eddie stammers like a teenage boy. “Oh. Right. That’s… That’s cool. Yeah.”

“Yeah…” you echo.

“Well, uh— I’m gonna see if Wayne wants any help,” he blurts despite knowing he’s been barred from doing handy work since he nearly drove a nail through his own finger. He just needs a way out, lest he keep stumbling over himself and lose all of his cool points with you. 

He saunters backward through the opened door and nearly trips over the frame.

You bite back a laugh. He forces a wavering smile. 

“But, um, I was thinkin’ about cracking open that bottle you brought. You know, after Maeve’s in bed and everything. If you— If you wanna hang around that long…”

The silence makes him as nervous as a teenage boy, all writhing and uncomfy in his skin. You nod in agreement, and his sparkling chest swells all over again. “Yeah,” you reply, lip quirked in a poorly hidden smile. “Sure. I’d— I’d like that…”

He smiles, all proud of himself. “Good. That’s… That’s good,” he stutters, then swallows hard and scurries off before you change your mind. 

Before he shuts the squealing screen door behind him, you hear Robin’s voice exclaim loudly from the kitchen. “What the hell’s a blobfish?!”

if u have any other ideas for hijinks these two idiots (and maeve) can get into, feel free to leave 'em here! (⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

[yourfavoritewitchbitch]

Midnight Temptation

Sweet Seduction

An encounter with a handsome, intriguing stranger who has his eyes set on you. Are you prey... Or something more.

This will be a series of blurbs featuring Vampy Steve!

As always, my works are 18+ MDNI! This one does not contain any smut.

CW: This one is pretty mild. Smoking. Mentions feeding on humans/blood lust. Vampires. No use of Y/N.

WC: 1.6K

The chilled autumn breeze catches you off guard, as you tighten your coat around yourself. Early October winds stripped most of the reds and yellows from the trees, littering the sidewalk with its array of discarded foliage. A pity none crunch under your feet, dampened by the rain that seems to be never ending this week.

It's only another few blocks but the sudden drop in temperature wasn't what you expected today. Then again, you hardly ever caught the weather forecast.

Glancing at your watch, you picked up the pace, trying to avoid another earful from your boss for being late. It was just a shitty dive bar, you could easily pick up another shift at a handful of places around the city, but you’d just gotten the job a month ago and didn’t want to start looking again so soon.

Arriving just in time, you barreled through the door to avoid any backlash, but your spirits were immediately dashed when your boss told you the other waitress called out with no replacement, leaving you alone for the night.

It started out easy enough, a few regulars filtering in that were easy going but before long the place had gotten packed. You were making a mad dash around the place to keep up for the rest of the evening into the late night.

He had slipped in easily, going unnoticed, weaving through the crowd with sure and measured steps. Women took notice as he passed by, along with a few men, as he navigated to the dimly lit booth in the far corner of the bar making himself at home, spreading out and making himself more comfortable. His long legs stretched beneath the table, crossing as the ankle.

You were taking a couple's drink order, pausing mid-sentence when his eyes caught yours. He was shrouded by the dark, but for a moment you could have sworn his eyes were glowing amber before he looked away.

“Are you even listening to me?” The blonde bimbo squeaked, snapping her perfectly manicured fingers in front of your face pulling your attention back to her.

“Shit, yeah, sorry. That was a gin and tonic for him and a cosmopolitan for you, right?” Plastering your best fake smile across your face as you said it. She rolled her eyes replying with an annoyed “yeah.”

You nodded, eyes drifting back over to him as you walked away but he was gone. It had only been a mere few seconds and somehow, he had managed to sneak away. Quickly surveying the room, trying to catch a glimpse of this mystery man, you spot a head caramel highlighted tresses slipping out the door into the night.

Weird.

You checked the rest of your tables before telling your boss you were taking a smoke break, walking through the kitchen and out into the back alley.

-

He was walking downtown late one evening, making his usual rounds. Local dive bars, near the east side, frequented by vagrants and some homeless. They were easy prey, though he had to watch the addicts, their essence tasted like battery acid, burning the entire way down.

He looked for people that weren't believable. The ones that if his mind manipulation failed, no one would bat an eye at thinking an actual vampire lurked in the streets and shadows of Indy. His thoughts drifted to Eddie, how easily he could ease into someone's thoughts, simply by gazing into their eyes. He had always been so much better at making sure no one remembered his late night visits.

He was close to his usual spot, a small diner situated near an alley that was backed up to a row of abandoned warehouses when he caught a scent of someone intoxicating that hit him so hard and potent it stopped him in his tracks.

His body was on autopilot following his nose and blood lust to a small dive bar on the edge of town. He stepped in, eyes quickly searching everyone in the dimly lit bar, but no one stood out right away.

He grabbed a booth at the far end, half shrouded so he could watch the room without being noticed and that's when you stepped out from the back.

His senses were flooded, causing him to close his eyes and take a deep breath. Why you? Why were you so special?

When he allowed himself to look back up, you were staring directly at him. He knew his eyes were burning embers as his canines suddenly pierced his bottom lip, hissing to himself from losing control as he looked away.

You were distracted once he had regained composure, so he quickly moved to leave.

His cold, dead heart suddenly felt like it was pumping blood through his body again, coursing through his veins at a rapid pace. That nervous trepidation when meeting someone that made your stomach flip overtook him. He hadn’t felt like this in years, not since he was still alive.

He HAD to get out of there.

He turned the corner to take the alleyway to stay away from the crowds on the main strip and maybe snag a quick late night snack.

He was taking his time but then you walked out. He moved lightning fast, his back pressed up against the brick exterior of the adjacent building, silently watching you from the shadows.

Inhaling another deep breath, he willed his lungs to expand, relishing your scent this close and personal without the obstruction of other people.

He'd never smelled anything like it. It was sweet. Strawberries and honey, an alluring mixture that called to him like a siren's song, one that he couldn't ignore. It was too tempting to steer himself away before crashing into the rocks and letting you drown him.

He couldn’t stop the words from tumbling from his mouth as he stepped out of his hiding place.

-

There were a couple of old crates stacked in the corner by the dumpster that everyone used as a makeshift stool. You plopped yourself down onto with a heavy sigh, pulling out a crumpled pack of smokes and lighter.

“Great.” Huffing to yourself pulling out the last one and placing the filter between your lips, lighting the end with a cherry red glow illuminating your face.

The back alley was dark, except for one streetlight to the left at the main road. It was quiet. You relished in the few peaceful moments you could steal away from the loud music that faintly trickled out.

You took a long drag, holding the nicotine laced smoke in your lungs for a few seconds, slowly releasing it, when you heard a gravelly voice from the shadows.

“Those things’ll kill you.”

Your head shot toward the sound, heart rate ticking up slightly with the knowledge that he had obviously been watching you.

Slowly he stepped out into the light, worn denim jeans on long legs, slim waist and an expansive chest, clad in a simple black v neck t-shirt under his matching leather jacket. Your eyes trailed slowly up, a silver chain around his neck catching the light and reflecting it back to you when his face was finally revealed.

He was handsome. Too handsome for a place like this.

From your vantage point, you made out his strong jawline and aquiline nose. His dark eyes seemed to look straight through you.

“Sorry, if I spooked you.” Rushing out as if he could feel the tension suddenly radiating from you, making a show of his hands taking another step in your direction.

“You make it a habit of skulking around in dark alleyways?” You smirked, sliding the cigarette back between your lips. There was something about him that intrigued you, your eyes shifting to examine his charming exterior, but it felt like there was something more dark lurking just below the surface.

The words slipped out before you realized it, that snarky, tough girl attitude seeping through but he simply grinned, amused with you.

“Not usually.” He kept his gaze firmly fixated on you as he spoke, giving no other explanation. “Got a smoke I could bum?”

“Sorry, fresh out.” Making a show of crumpling the empty pack and tossing into the dumpster as you stood, finishing the last of yours before stubbing it out. “And I need to get back to work.”

“Right.” He nodded. “Maybe next time.”

“Yeah, sure, pretty boy. Yo—”

“What'd you just call me?” His suddenly demanding voice cut you off as you turned back around, suddenly face to face with him, startling you once again wondering how the hell he got across the alleyway so quickly.

“Wha— I,” your brows marry with confusion. “I— pretty boy?”

“Why'd you call me that?” He asked, leaning further into your space. This close you could see his eyes were a golden array of warmth.

“I don't know. It just— your eyes are really… beautiful.” Blurting out without a second thought, as if those eyes had you pinned under some sort of spell.

He suddenly took a couple steps back, looking away and breaking whatever the moment was.

“I'm sorry, I— you should go back to work. Sorry I bothered you.” He backed further away and turned, working his way towards the shadow. Hoping it wouldn't be the last time you'd see him; you spoke back up.

“Aren't you coming back in?” You rushed out.

“Maybe some other time.” He lamented, a hint of regret in his voice as he stopped but didn’t turn back around.

“Well, can I at least get a name, or do you just prefer pretty boy?” You smirked.

“It's Steve.” If only you could see the smile that split his face. It had been a long time since he'd told anyone his real name and he's still not quite sure why he told you.

“Well, Steve, guess I’ll see you around.” You smiled, as you headed back toward the door without waiting for a response. You gripped the handle and peered back in the direction he had just been walking, but much to your surprise he was already gone.

[medusapelagia]

30 I saw him

written for @steddieangstyaugust (prompt:Vampire ) and @augustwritingchallenge (Prompt: Joker: thriller) Rating: Mature Relationship: Steve/Eddie TW: canon character death (Eddie), vampire Eddie, blood Words: 1272

“I’m telling you what I saw!” Steve yells in the phone, tugging harshly at the cord while he moves toward his apartment’s window, trying to catch a glimpse of the figure he’s so fucking sure he just saw.

“Steve. Listen to me. It has been four years. I know it was hard for you and that you still think it’s your fault, which obviously isn’t, but this is just your mind fucking with you, ok?”

No, it’s not.

Steve saw him.

Steve saw Edward Theodor Munson standing on the other side of the street, grinning.

“It was him.”

“Steve, that’s not possible. The Up- that place closed years ago. We checked everywhere, the military checked everywhere, and neither of us found anything.”

With a sigh, Steve bumps his head against the window, he knows perfectly well what Robin means: they didn't find a body, so probably the creatures from the Upside Down ate Eddie’s body like a fucking snack. And Steve could accept that. Or well, it took him years and numerous therapy sessions, but he came to terms with that. With Eddie’s death. But that was before today.

In the last week Steve has had the impression of being followed around and today, when he has looked down his window, he has seen Eddie standing on the other side of the street. It was just for a moment and then a bus crossed the road and the man disappeared. But Steve is sure that it was Eddie.

“Steve. Are you taking your meds?” Robin asks softly.

Turning toward the kitchen he looks at his counter where way too many bottles of medicines are standing. One pill in the morning, two after lunch, one in the afternoon, and a few drops to help him sleep every night and not be awake from nightmares.

Yes. He’s taking the stupid pills, but he’s still sure of what he saw, if his best friend doesn’t believe him, none else will, so there’s no point in arguing.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m taking the stupid meds and I was probably wrong. I’m looking out of the window but I can’t see him anymore.”

“Maybe he was someone who looked like him,” she suggests and Steve quickly agrees that it must have been so.

But there’s a thing he didn’t tell Robin.

The mysterious man who looked exactly like Eddie was holding a big dark umbrella, even if it wasn’t raining. That’s what attracted Steve’s attention. The huge umbrella covered the man’s body while nobody else was holding one.

It means nothing, Steve knows it, but he can’t stop thinking about it.

When he closes the call he promises Robin he will call his therapist and ask for an appointment soon, then he turns toward the kitchen where the tranquilizers are waiting for him.

Four drops under the tongue.

Steve grabs the bottle and slowly unscrews the cap, staring at the dark liquid, before closing the bottle and putting it back on the counter.

Not tonight.

Tonight he wants to be alert.

He goes into the bathroom, brushes his teeth, puts on worn-out pajamas, and goes to bed, waiting for whatever might come.

***

Steve’s dreaming. He knows he’s with the certainty typical of dreams. Still, he can’t wake up.

In the dream, he’s running toward the trailer park after they almost killed Vecna. He knows exactly what he will find, bike tracks and footsteps left by someone limping. He’ll follow them and he will find a crying Dustin holding a dead Eddie. Steve keeps reminding himself that it’s just a dream, that this is a mix of his memories and his fears, but nevertheless, when he sees the limp body on the ground he yells Eddie’s name. He runs toward him, trying to shake him awake even if he knows that there’s nothing he can do to bring him back.

“It’s too late, Stevie” Eddie whispers, opening his eyes and staring back at him, “Why did you leave me alone with Dustin? You knew it was dangerous, but you left me. And with no fucking weapons apart from a stupid trash lid and a makeshift spear. What did you expect? It was two of us against hundreds, thousands of those fucking monsters. Where were you when I was screaming in agony? Where were you when Dustin was holding me? Where were you when we needed you?”

Finally, Steve opens his eyes, springing up in his bed, fist clenching at the sheets and heart beating so loudly he fears it will jump out from his chest at any moment.

“Nightmares? I wish I could get those. I don’t dream. Like, at all. It’s so boring.”

Steve turns abruptly toward the window and sees a dark silhouette sitting on the edge of the window.

“Eddie?” He asks, while his right hand slowly reaches out for the bedside lamp, but instead of turning it on his hand bumps into it and it crashes on the ground, shattering into hundreds of tiny pieces.

“I knew you wouldn't forget me.” Eddie chuckles.

“That’s not possible. You’re dead!” Steve complains, wondering if this is just another nightmare and cursing himself for not taking his fucking sleeping meds.

“Everything is possible, Steve, you should know it by now. Alternate dimensions, monsters, superpowers. There’s no limit, right?”

“How… How did you find me?”

“It wasn’t easy. First I got to your old place, but you weren’t there, obviously. I checked Robin’s home, and Dustin’s, but Hawkins is abandoned, you knew that, right? All that’s left are crumbling buildings and useless trash. So I started to move around, but it wasn't easy to find a ride and I had no idea where to go. And then I got here in Massachusetts, and for the first time, I felt your presence. So here I am.” Eddie says like it was perfectly normal that he was resting in Steve’s home, with one leg dangling and one to his chest.

“You’re dead.”

“Yes. And no.”

“What… what does it mean?”

“It means that those stupid bats took my life, but they gave me another one.” Eddie finally turns toward Steve and his eyes are shining in the dark.”

“What… what do you mean?”

“Come on, don’t be so naive. I know you feel it too. Not as strongly as me, obviously, but still. You got infected too.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about!”

“The bites. Do they still hurt? Do you have strange cravings, especially at night? Like a big raw steak? Not just raw, but bloody?”

Steve trembles, he did. Before the sleeping meds he did, but now he’s getting better.

“That’s the effect of the venom.” Eddie explains, “I think it took longer in your case because you were bitten just a few times, but hey, at least you’re going to have a mentor. I can teach you all I learned on my skin.”

“What? No, I’m not like that!” Steve protests, but Eddie gives him a sad smile.

“Steve… you just broke a lamp.”

“I hit it.”

“With your inhuman strength.”

“No that’s not true I…” but when he looks at his blanket they are shreds, and his fingers have long claws he’s sure he didn’t have before.

“Let’s go, babe. The world is big and beautiful, but we must flee before sunrise.”

“What about Robin? And the kids?”

“You know what, Steve? This is a very bad part of the town to live in.” Eddie grins.

***

The next day, when Steve doesn’t show up at work and doesn’t pick up his phone, Robin goes to his place, only to find the door ripped off and blood on Steve’s sheets.

[alwaysurvalentine]

trick or treat - st fic

Written for day 31 of @steddie-spooktober - prompt: trick or treat - wc: 888 - cw: none! Just lil steddie meeting as kids one halloween :)

enjoy! 💛

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There’s a little boy sitting all alone on the curb at the end of the street. Eddie’s walking over before he’s fully made the decision to do so. When he gets closer he can hear the other boy sniffling, shoulders shaking slightly as he stares down at his own knees. A bag lays discarded next to him, only a couple pieces of candy in the bottom. 

“Hello?” Mystery boy shoots his head up fast, eyes wide. He doesn’t say anything, just scrubs at the tears on his cheeks before blinking up at Eddie. It doesn’t look like he’s wearing a costume either, just a white sweater with blue jeans. 

“My name’s Eddie, but tonight I’m Dracula!” Eddie pulls his cape out around him, flashing the red underside to the boy in front of him before doing his best vampire hiss. He’s been practicing for the last couple of weeks in the mirror, it’s pretty scary if you ask him. 

Instead of the fear he expected, the boy in front of him giggles. His giggles get louder and he even snorts. Eddie frowns and crosses his arms, his pillowcase full of candy swinging with the movement and hitting his side. It knocks off his balance enough for him to stumble and the boy laughs harder. 

“If you’re just going to be a meanie then I’m not going to hang out with you!” The laughter abruptly stops. Now he’s stuck looking at tears welling up in the other boys eyes. 

“Please don’t leave me alone. I promise I won’t laugh again.” Part of Eddie still wants to leave, his mama worked really hard on his cape, but the other boy looks so sad so he stays. 

“Fine. Who are you supposed to be anyway?” 

The other boy stands up and brushes off his pants and pulls his sweater down like that’s going to help Eddie figure out who he is. 

“I’m Fred, duh.” Eddie must still look confused because ‘Fred’ rolls his eyes and sighs. “You know, from Scooby Doo? He’s only the coolest person ever.”

“Um, Fred has a cool orange tie thing, I don’t see one of those on you.” ‘Fred’ stomps and crosses his arms with a frown.

“There wasn’t anything orange in my house.” 

“Eddie? Eddie? Where’d you go?” His mama’s voice distracts him and Eddie turns to see her further up the road turning every which way to try and find him. She’s wearing a long white dress and it swirls side to side as she turns. Eddie doesn’t know how she did it, but there’s also white streaks in her hair, which look cool even if she couldn’t get her hair to stand up like Frankenstein’s bride in the movie.

“Mama!” Elizabeth turns at his call and rushes through the small crowd between them. 

“I thought I told you not to wander off, mister!” She might be scolding him, but there’s a relived smile on his mom’s face when she crouches to see at his level. 

“Sorry, Mama. I just saw him sitting all by himself and I thought he might be lost. Are you lost?” The other boy just blinks at Eddie and his mom when they turn to him, eyes wide as he bends to pick up his almost empty candy bag.

“You could’ve told me that so we could walk over together. Who’s your new friend?” His mom stands and offers a smile up to the other boy.

“Uh, I-I’m Steve.” 

“Well, Steve, do you know where your parents are? I’m sure they’re worried about you.” Steve kicks at the ground and shakes his head. Eddie turns towards the street again, looking for any other adults like his mama, searching for the boy in front of him. Instead he sees different kids running up to houses, bags extended in front of them, with their parents watching from the road.

“Do you want help finding them?” Elizabeth’s voice is gentle at the suggestion, but Steve stumbles with how quickly he backs up. 

“No, it’s okay. I know which house is mine. They said I could come out here. I promise.” A pinkie is held out to Eddie, like he’s waiting to have to swear to the two of them that he’s telling the truth. 

Eddie believes him but still loops his pinkie with Steve’s with a grin. It’s so cool that Steve’s parents let him out on Halloween by himself, that means he gets to eat all kinds of candy before he gets home without getting in trouble. His mama’s only let him have two pieces for the night and said he has to save the rest for later. Especially the Reece’s, since those are Uncle Wayne’s favorite. When he looks up though, his mom isn’t smiling. Instead she’s got the same frown on that she gets when they pass by the neighbor’s dog tied to the tree. Before he can ask her why, she claps and turns towards Eddie with a wink. 

“How do we feel about Steve joining us for trick or treating? Looks like he has plenty of space in his bag for some candy.” Eddie’s nodding before she finishes talking, turning to see a matching smile on Steve’s face. 

“Really? I can come with you?”

“’Course you can, Fred. I’ll show you all the best houses. Let’s go!"

~

I kept thinking about writing more, but I think I'm gonna leave it as it is. Up to you on how their Halloween adventures go! (More than happy to discuss my ideas tho 👀 might have thought up some angsty stuff for this one but held back)

[loveshotzz]

Eddie Munson

18+

|One Shots|

Love Bites

Eddie hooks you up with an eighth after showing up to his place strapped for cash.

Closer

AU 1994: You have been playing this game of cat and mouse with the Corroded Coffin front man Eddie Munson for a few weeks now when his band would wander into the club after playing a show. Neither one of you willing to admit defeat and make the first move. You refuse to lose. Not to a rockstar.

Safe Space

You and Eddie share the same nightly routine but when he can tell you need an escape he offers up what makes him feel better.

Saturday Night’s Main Event

Saturday nights were always reserved for you and Eddie. Sharing his love for WWF he won’t let you watch Saturday Nights Main Event with anyone else.

Strangertober: Pumpkin

Carving pumpkins and watching Halloween, Eddie learns you have a new kink.

Strange Love

You and Eddie seem to hate each other, so why can’t you keep your hands to yourself?

Walls Could Talk

You warned Eddie what would happen if he was late picking you up because of Chrissy again.

Lilith 01

you won’t let Eddie get too close.

My Favorite Customer

You’ve been buying weed from your new dealer for a few months now. Always leaving it in your mailbox while you’re at work, you two never cross paths until one Friday night when you come home early.

I Was Made For Loving You

Eddie’s in love with you and can’t keep his hands to himself.

Rude Boy

fuckboy!eddie

Alone in a basement at Reefer Rick’s party, you finally catch Eddie’s attention.

Whatta Man - Eddie’s Night

After being stood up by a blind date at The Foxy Lounge, the cute bartender you’ve been ‘trying’ not to flirt with all night keeps you company.

|Series|

Burn One - completed - 5/5

When you move to Hawkins to start over, your new unexpected friendship with your weed dealer next door is your saving grace. It was never your intention to fall in love with him though.

New Years Eve - completed -4/4

You and Steve find comfort in each other trying to mend your broken hearts. Crossing the line at Steve’s New Years Eve party feelings start to get involved.

There’s a place for me - 1/?

On the run for wrongful murder charges, Eddie finds himself stopping in a sleepy ocean side town far enough from Hawkins where he can lay low for awhile. Running from the people that want him dead, his only hope is that his past doesn’t catch up to him. Especially when he meets the pretty eye’d waitress up the street.

|Requests|

* Reader gets into Eddie’s Dom Kinks.

* Eddie starts to notice a change in his virgin bestfriend.

* Perv!eddie x Perv!reader One & Two

* Surprising Virgin!eddie w/ roadhead

* Sex in the Hellfire Room

* Vampire!eddie x vampire!reader

* Eddie angst (very dark themes)

*hands

[storiesbyrhi]

Witch!Reader x Bat/Vampire!Eddie Munson Series Masterlist The Grimoire The Timeline

Warnings: canon typical violence, horror genre typical violence/some infrequent gore, swearing, animal death, no beta, death in childbirth (mentioned, not described), abusive parents, suicide, spiders/bugs, grief/mourning; light smut; warnings updated each chapter.

Synopsis: No witch has stepped foot in Hawkins since 1845, but when Vecna opens the ground and poisons the town, a voice begins to call to you. Have you been brought back to this cursed place to heal the townspeople’s wounds, to save a hexed bat that always finds its way to you, or to redefine your history with a reunion 150 years in the making?

Chapter Summary: Homeward bound. 2738 words.

1986

Every now and then, you’d catch a glimpse of Eddie swooping by, keeping pace with your car. It was mid-afternoon by the time he grew tired, burrowing into his front seat nest and sleeping until twilight. As soon as the sun was safely locked away on the other side of the world, Eddie chittered and you responded by turning him back into himself.

He stretched out, making dramatic noises and pulling faces.

“You okay there?” you asked him, laughing at the show of it all.

“Only trying to make you smile, my little witch.”

Damn.

“So, you were right,” you changed the subject. “About not being the only non-witch,”

“Wolf, right? I could smell him.” Eddie’s face screwed up in disgust.

“What happened to the support group for monster lovers?”

“I draw the line at lycans.”

The seriousness of his expression made you laugh. “Well, you’ll have to redraw it, because Ev has it bad for him. The others already knew all about it too,”

“And we believed we were special,”

“I mean… We still are… Witches and werewolves aren’t mortal enemies…”

“Of course. Wolves’ mortal enemy being their own tail and all,”

“Eddie! Stop,” you laughed, hitting him with the back of your hand.

He grinned at you, then looked out at the road. “And the other?”

“That one is a bit more of a secret. Ash is seeing one of the fae folk. It’s still very new. Taking it slow… Making sure they’re not actually trying to lure her into some centuries old curse. You know how they are,”

“Trickster sprites,”

“Exactly,” you nodded. “And then there’s Steve fucking Harrington… who has elected to inexplicably haunt Mel,”

“Why? I assume he never met her,”

“Yep, but she came and asked me if the ghost in her house was him. It was. He says he’ll leave her alone but had this stupid puppy dog look on his face… So… Maybe there is a whole new world of witch romances to come.”

Eddie grinned, he liked the sound of it. Though, he really didn’t want a werewolf as a brother-in-law. “Do you want me to take over?” he asked then, pointing to the steering wheel. “I’ve been practicing,”

“And here I was thinking you disappeared in the middle of the night to eat,”

“Oh, I do. I find the worst person I can. I eat them. Then, I take their car for a lesson,”

“A two birds, one stone, kind of thing, huh?”

Eddie nodded with a disconcertingly innocent smile on his face.

“I was thinking about that actually. I think I can help,”

“With which part?” he asked. “The eating or the thieving,”

“Neither. The choosing.”

The joy left Eddie’s expression. He looked away from you, suddenly studying the hardly visible horizon out his window. “You don’t need to be a part of it. You don’t have to have it on your conscience,”

“Neither do you. Not in the same way, at least. What if I can take some of the guesswork out of picking who is, you know, bad,”

“It’s not guesswork. I watch them. I find them while they’re-”

“I know. But what if you didn’t have to wait for them to do something bad? What if you could tell what they had already done?”

Eddie stayed quiet. There was a gas station up ahead, the lights shining brightly. You pulled in and cut the engine.

“I know it’s always going to be on you. You’re always going to have to make that call, about if they have sinned and if the sins are…”

“If they justify death,” Eddie finished for you solemnly and still not looking at you.

“Yes. But what if you could see them? The sins. If you could, I don’t know, just touch someone and see the worst of them. And only when you wanted to. Would that help?”

He was clicking two fingernails together, pensive or maybe anxious. Eddie got out of the car and looked around. There was a family inside the gas station. The kids were screaming about peanut butter cups and soda.

“Would it help you?” he asked after you’d got out and walked around to him. His hands were shoved into the pockets of the sweatpants he’d been getting in and out of, vampire then bat then vampire then bat. “It might make it more precise. But it’s still conjecture. Still a judgment. Still a human death.”

You tried to read him, but he’d locked you out for the moment.

He continued, “Sometimes it hurts. Or, sometimes I think it hurts. Or, I think it should hurt. I don’t know if I can tell the difference. I don’t want to hurt anybody. I can stop myself from hurting them. But I don’t know, really know, if it weighs on my conscious. I don’t even know if I have one.”

It had been easy to get lost in Eddie’s goodness. It had been the important thing to show your coven. But it was never going away, the darkness. He might have been a good vampire, not a properly made monster, but it didn’t change the fact that he was still a vampire.

“If I say it would help me-”

“Then, I am sure, it would help me. What is good for you is good for me,” Eddie told you. “But I can tell which of them are more like me than you. I can see it in their faces. But if this makes you feel more in control of it, then I’ll do anything you ask of me.”

The neon sign of the station buzzed and crackled, the cicadas trilling back at it. The family got in their car and hit the road again, the radio turned right up to drown out the noise of bickering children.

You could see the station’s clerk watching you and Eddie from behind his counter.

“Loving you doesn’t make me feel guilty. I’m not ashamed of what you are,” you told Eddie then, looking back at him. “I’m not trying to make you into something you’re not.”

He nodded. “I know.” He saw it on your face, a flash of exasperation. “What are you trying to do?” he asked. “Because I’m not ashamed of what you are either… You don’t have to be a lawful, virtuous witch.”

There was a small smile playing on Eddie’s lips and you knew it meant he’d cottoned on to the fact that the seed of darkness that lived inside you was working its magic.

“It’s not just about making things easier for you or for me. It could be… A kind of justice…”

“Ohhh,” Eddie almost laughed. “I am your weapon, and if you can point this blade in the right direction, then well fuck, it might work faster than the humans’ courts and witches’ spells?”

Eddie had only recently started to swear, a habit he was picking up from you most likely. Fuck, in particular, sounded terribly good coming from his mouth.

You looked at him and slowly nodded. He threw his head back and laughed into the night. The gas station clerk sighed in relief at the sudden change of atmosphere around you both.

“Oh, my little witch. You do continue to delight me.”

Eddie pulled you into a rough kiss, letting the tips of his sharpest teeth run along your bottom lip. You were warm and tasted so sugary. He had been itching to eat you up since leaving the Catskills.

“I love you,” you said breathlessly when he let you come up for air.

“I love you too. Entirely.”

…

Waking up alone was bittersweet. Although you missed the weight of Eddie next to you, the immediate crawl of his body to yours, it did mean he was likely up to something. Mostly, it was innocent domestic work.

Pre-turning, Eddie never really had a place to call his own. As a vampire, the idea of home meant something different too. But now, the boy could nest. He cleaned and picked flowers to put in vases and glasses all across the trailer. He was also dabbling in cooking, though he could not eat the fruits of his labor.

So, mostly, it was domestic work, but now and then, you would wake up to him doing something different. A week after returning from the Catskills, you and Eddie had fallen back into routine, but this morning was out of the ordinary.

Eddie had stacks of books crowded around him. Pages of handwritten notes were spilled across the coffee table, your altar supplies stacked neatly below it.

“Looking very witchy there,” you greeted, voice gravelly with sleep.

“Hi, my love,” he replied without looking up. “I’m almost finished.”

Looking around, you realised it wasn’t just the books Eddie had been combing through. Herbs and other potion-brewing bits and pieces were lined up along the kitchen bench.

“Almost finished what?” you asked.

“The spell.”

Nodding slowly at him, you waited for the explanation. It never came. Instead, you let him work on his craft and went about your day.

By mid-morning, he was ready.

“Little witch!” Eddie yelled loudly. You were outside, watering your potted plants and herbs. “Little witch! Come!” There was childlike enthusiasm in his voice and it made you smile.

“Where do you need me?” you asked him, but he was already ushering you to the couch.

“I have written you a grounding spell,” he announced.

“A grounding spell?”

“Yes. Something to reconnect you to the natural world. To promote health and healing.”

Eddie was wide-eyed and on the verge of mania. He had a little dirt smeared across his cheek, and it was caked under his nails. Although his hair was pulled back in a bun, single coils of curls had fallen out throughout the night. He was beautiful.

“Go on,” you urged.

“It starts with malus domestica,” he began.

“It always does,” you noted, already holding back a giggle. He could have just said apple. Still so very dramatic.

“They connect you to the earth. Sacred. Biblical.” He really had been doing his homework. “Then, black hellebore root.” Eddie was at the kitchen bench, holding up a jar that he’d already dug through. That explained the dirt.

“I hope you’ve been careful with that,” you warned.

“I know. Extremely toxic. Even witches sometimes wear gloves to handle it,” Eddie said, reciting one of the books he’d read. “But it is also symbolic of rising from the past. And has a long history of use in witchcraft.”

Eddie had read about hellebore poisoning, how it brought on hallucinations but could also cure mental affliction. He read about how it could be harnessed and used in banishing spells and for purification. About white versus black hellebore and all the folklore surrounding them.

“Okay. What do we do with this apple and root?” you asked, playing the part of a captive audience.

“Core the apple and thread the root through it. Let it air overnight, by moonlight. Come morning, it gets wrapped in willow then cooked,”

“Willow?” you tested.

“Willow that is strong and true. Willow that takes pain and fever and grief and releases you from it.”

You nodded and smiled.

“When the apple is cooked through, falling apart, you take the hellebore root and powder it,”

“Then what?”

Eddie hesitated. “Alas, I do not know…” he admitted. “I can’t find a way to close the spell,”

“Do you have any ideas?” you asked, standing up and coming to the kitchen counter. You looked at everything he had pulled out of the apothecary.

“Moreso, bad ideas. What not to do. Consume it, for example,”

“Yeah. That could kill me. Maybe even turn me into a werewolf,” you joked. The look on Eddie’s face was priceless. “Kidding. Hellebore is an active ingredient in lycanthropic ointment though… Mostly it’s used in what we used to call flying ointment, or magic salve. So no, I cannot consume it,”

“Yes… Well… I thought then, returning it to the earth. Burying it. That didn’t feel right,”

“Mmmhmm… I think you have a clue here,” you told him, pulling a bowl of eucalyptus seed pods forward. “Did you read about these?”

Eddie shook his head.

“They’re kind of amazing. Eucalyptus trees are native to Australia, but are planted ornamentally around the U.S. They produce a highly combustible oil through their leaves. Little fire bombs, basically. They catch ablaze easily. But, these little seedpods are fireproof, and when threatened with fire, they drop lots of seeds and fertilise the scorched ground. Within a couple of years, the burnt earth is already returning to its gloriously green form,”

“Very smart of them,”

“Very smart,” you agreed. “Maybe we can learn from them. We can not just withstand the blaze, but add fuel, let it all burn, and start again,”

“The powder… we let it go free…” Eddie said slowly, catching on to what you’re saying.

“Ah-huh. We give it to the wind.”

Working side by side, you and Eddie cored apples and filled the void with black hellebore root. You set them on the kitchen windowsill ready for the moonlight. (You’d have to take down all the window’s covers though, sunproof house and all.)

Eddie was proud. It was written all over his face.

“Now who’s the little witch?” you whispered to him, stepping up to his body, pressing yours to his.

In reply, Eddie pulled you close, wrapping his arms tightly around your frame. He kissed the top of your head then pressed his cheek to it, resting on you.

“Thank you. Nobody has ever written a spell for me before… Well… Not a good one…” You looked up at him. “You are good, Eddie. And you’re allowed to be. You can be… both. Everything,”

“Everything,” he repeated quietly.

“Yeah… So… What now? We can’t work on them until tomorrow.”

Eddie swept you off to the bedroom by the time you opened your eyes after your next blink.

“But it’s not bedtime,” you said voice saccharine and purposefully dumb.

Eddie grinned. “It’s not. I don’t want you to go to sleep now anyway,”

“No?” You sat on the edge of the unmade bed, looking up at Eddie.

He stood between your legs, reaching out to cup your face in his hands, his thumbs running softly across your skin. He smiled wide, teeth sharp. “I’m very, very hungry.”

Eddie rarely let himself taste your blood, though the occurrences were becoming more regular. He was scared of a multitude of things. Not being able to stop. Seeing something in your magic blood he couldn’t unsee. Pissing off some ancient and unknown creature that would resurrect if ever a vampire munched on a witch.

Sometimes, if you begged pretty enough, you’d get a small bite out of him. But it was better when he came asking for it. The soft inner thigh was his greatest weakness.

Lifting your arms up, Eddie followed the instruction and took your shirt off. You fell back against the bed and let him push your skirt up. He dropped to his knees and kissed the tops of your thighs. Up, up, up, until his mouth was bruising the skin above where the femoral artery was pumping blood.

You still didn’t know how he did it, how he could make it feel so good. You didn’t want to know. It was his own secret vampire magic and it was one mystery that would never appear on your murder board.

Eddie’s teeth sank in and your hot, red blood began to flow. He pushed you further back on the bed, then held your leg up, so the blood would pour down towards where you were already wet. His tongue lapped at blood and arousal fast. He didn’t waste a single drop.

You writhed under him, eyes screwed shut, and body on fire. The vibration of his tongue was pulling you ever closer to climax, but he wouldn’t stay in one spot long enough to let you get there.

Eddie grabbed your hand and smashed it to where he’d bitten you. “Heal it,” he growled, barely able to form words. You did what he said and he licked your palm clean of blood as a thank you. He hooked his arms under your legs and ripped you back to the edge of the bed. Then, he was positioned exactly where he needed to be to let you get there.

End Note: We're back in Hawkins... Now what? Reblogs and comments are appreciated!

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[queenie-ofthe-void]

Immortal Vampire Eddie Munson (bittersweet)

Inspired by a Steddie post by @steviewashere where Eddie is an immortal vampire and Steve is just a normal regular guy. This pushed me out of my writer's block so THANK YOU!!

Find the hurt/no comfort version of this fic here!

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Steve's there to help Eddie through every death, starting with Wayne and ending with El. Each one is as hard as the last. Every funeral, Eddie notices just a few more wrinkles on Steve's face: crows feet and laugh lines, the furrow between his eyebrows.

But as he continues on, and his loved ones leave him, he's always reminded he's not alone. Over the years, the Party's gotten bigger. Dustin and Suzie alone had 5 kids, plus Mike and El's twin girls, Nancy and Jonathan's son, Will and Gareth are working on another adoption. Eddie's family has grown larger than he could've imagined. He's going to have nieces and nephews through generations.

Their watchful protector, their Gandalf. But it still won't be Steve.

The Party are celebrating Robin's 38th birthday when Vickie pulls Eddie into the kitchen where Robin and Steve are waiting. They hand Eddie a printout. He doesn't know what he's looking at.

He understands what a sonogram is, but why is Steve the one giving it to him? Why is Robin crying? They're hugging him and everyone's crying except Eddie because he won't let himself believe what they're desperately trying to explain.

Steve knows he can't be with Eddie forever. He's always wanted to be a father, and who could ever be a better mother to his children than his soulmate. They had the doctor's appointment months ago. Vickie was practically bursting at the seams to tell Eddie, but the three decided to wait just to make sure. 

It hits him like a train.

Steve and Robin are having a baby. Steve and Robin and Vickie and... and a baby.

Because now it won't just be descendants of The Party. It'll be Birdie and Steve. His Stevie and their child and grandchildren and great grandchildren. The man he loves has given him the gift of life, his own piece of immortality. Now he'll never be alone, living through the ages surrounded by love.

[missacidburn928s-heathenhideaway]

We All Go A Little Mad Sometimes (Affinity Series)

Alpha!Bucky x Sweet Little Omega!POC!Reader x Alpha!Steve

Wordcount: 3990

Summary:

You celebrate your first Halloween together as a mated pack.

Warnings:

Gratuitous Smut, Smut, Shameless Smut, Halloween Costumes, Porn With Plot, Voyeurism, Pole Dancing, Lapdance, Lap Sex, Threesome, Double Penetration, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Steve Rogers, Alpha Bucky Barnes, Mating Bond, Mating Bites

Notes:

Hello Heathens! It's time for some sexy Halloween shenanigans with our favorite pack! Happy Reading!

Bannner by @cafekitsune Divider by @firefly-graphics

Another year, another Halloween bash thrown by Tony at the compound. This year you had the added benefit of not one but two Alpha’s on your arm. Not to mention the lovely claim marks decorating your collarbone.

You couldn't be happier that the boys went along with your costume choices for the night. Preening over how sinfully handsome your Alpha’s looked. Both of them grew their hair out for the event. “Anything for our sweet little Omega.” They both stated upon your request. 

Bucky looked otherworldly dressed as a vampire, devilish fanged smirk and all. The contacts you purchased him turning his steel gaze, cold as ice. The subtle clenched jaw was even working in his favor.

Steve was almost unrecognizable. His blonde shaggy locks dyed brown and a full thick beard covered the lower half of his face. A couple well placed bloody cuts, dirtied up, torn clothing and a set of top and bottom fangs completed the werewolf ensemble. 

Then there was you. Dressed as Queen Akasha herself, sans the neck piece. You wanted to show off your claims, not hide them. It took some serious convincing and time on your knees for your Alphas to agree to let you wear the barely there costume. Based on the looks the three of you were receiving as you made your way through the crowd outside, it was well worth it. 

“I need a fucking drink. All these eyes on you are making me twitchy.” Bucky grounds out.

“Oh Sarg, they aren’t all on me.” You stop, turning your back to Steve as you face him, running your fingers down his Adam's apple. “I can practically see knees weakening watching your tall, dark, mysterious frame walk by.” 

You place a kiss to his chin and pivot to look up at Steve. “And you my dear Captain. You’re perplexing them all. Who knew America’s Golden boy could look so unruly.” You nip his Adam’s apple and head towards the bar inside, to gain some much needed warmth.

“I want to be angry, but for the life of me, I can’t think straight when she looks like that.” Steve states.

“Fucking little vixen.” Bucky shakes his head. “C’mon Stevie. Best not leave her alone too long. Trouble loves to follow her round.”

Drinks had been partaken, conversations shared and the party was starting to wind down. Only the team and those closest to them remain, congregating in the common room. As a joke, or maybe not, Tony had a stripper pole placed in the middle of the couches. 

The girls were curious as to your excitement at seeing the pole and you divulged that you used to choreograph for your sex worker friends for extra cash. “Plus it's a great workout in general. You really should give it a try.”

“You can’t tell us something like that and then not show us.” Wanda blurts out.

“I have to agree.” Nat nods along. “What level of routine were you choreographing for your friends? How do we know you’re not just trying to impress us with your words?”

With the rum still slightly running through your veins you had no qualms about educating them on your skills on the pole. “I know your goading me to get a free show but I really can’t back down from a challenge.” You smile devilishly. “Go ahead and take a seat, bring the men over too if you wish.”

“Oh I’m so game for this.” Maria exclaims, grabbing Wanda’s hand and pulling her toward the couches, currently occupied by Bruce, Clint, and Sam.

“Where’s the smoke?” Clint asks as the women take their seats.

“We’re about to get a lesson on how to work a stripper pole.” Nat explains.

“Yo!” Clint yells to Tony, Thor, Steve and Bucky at the bar. “We’re about to have some entertainment of the sexy variety. You might want to make your way over here.”

They all shrug and head over to the couches. Your Alpha’s noticing that you are not among the women sat waiting. A haunting beat begins playing as they spot you sauntering towards the pole. Almost recreating Akasha’s walk from the film. 

“Is she about to pole dance to Forsaken from Queen of the Damned, dressed as Queen of the Damned?” Sam questions.

“I have no idea what this Queen of the Damned is but I am most enjoying where this is going.” Thor imparts. “Once again Barnes, and not to now exclude you Rogers, I am very impressed by your Omega.”

“Shush. We’re trying to enjoy the show.” Nat hushes them. 

Unbeknownst to the team you could do this routine in you sleep. It’s one of your favorite go to's when your feeling yourself and need a little outlet. And yes you have taught your two best friends this routine for when they need to hit the pole as a side hustle. You even taught a class using a variation of this routine to bored housewives.

You can't help the way your body caresses and moves around the pole. As always the beat takes over you, turning you into a siren of the flesh. You're flawlessly doing sunwheels, corkscrews, and ballerina spins. Intermingled with inverted splits, a cross knee layback, and secretary sits. You’re sure to show off a bit of floor work as you perform an assisted shoulder stand down onto all fours, whipping your hair around as you sit back on your heels. You smile smugly at the girls' slack jawed faces before continuing on. 

Your boys are transfixed by how you have captivated the attention of everyone in the room. The prideful Alphas can’t help the satisfaction they feel knowing that you’re all theirs. Brazenly showing their marks to the world. They may have to put a pole up at home, make a whole naughty playroom for your enjoyment.

“Another!” Thor proclaims as you land on your feet and bow to the small applause of your super friends. 

“I always knew there was something you were hiding. That sweet face, so unassuming. No typical Omega could handle having one supersoldier Alpha, let alone two. Let me guess, you're proficient in lap dances as well?” A tipsy Tony inquires.

“But of course.” You smile mischievously at your Alphas. “Friday. Dim the lights and play Unholy by Sam Smith and Kim Petras.”

You confidently strut over to stand between Bucky’s legs as the lights lower and the song begins. Your hips bounce to the beat, sinking low, using his powerful thighs for balance, leaning forward into a body roll, pulling back until you're upright. 

You slowly lift your left leg into a standing leg extension, holding it for a moment before releasing it and straddling both of Alphas thighs with a cheeky giggle. You grab onto their shoulders, throwing your head back and quickly whipping your hair back and forth. Snapping back forward and throwing your hips up and back, bending over for all to see. 

You eye your Captain, as you spin on your heels, swaying your hips side you side you back up into his lap. You roll your body against his, running your right hand up the back of his neck, weaving your fingers in his silky locks and gently pulling as you grind your ass against the growing bulge in his jeans. 

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Omega.” He growls in your ear.

“Shhh, Captain. Just enjoy your dance, Alpha.” You tease.

“You're lucky you’re already mine, doll. Doing this with everyone watching, testing our patience.” He nips behind your ear. “Risky business. Making your Alpha’s want you so badly. Just look at Bucky.”

You turn your head, still working Steve over, as your eyes lock with the dilated pupils of Bucky's. You lick your lips and swallow as you feel your slick begin to soak through your thong.  

You feel Steve inhale, as Bucky’s nostrils flare, both clearly scenting your arousal. “Everyone out.” Bucky growls to the room.

“Excuse me, this is my compound.” Tony snaps back.

Ignoring him, your Alpha continues on. “You all have 30 secs to get the fuck out before your stuck watching Steve and I take our Omega apart.”

“I would quite enjoy viewing you ravage such an enticing Omega as I am not allowed to partake per your Midgardian customs.” Thor declares. “A shame really.”

You turn over to straddle Steve’s lap, continuing to dance, lost in the combined scent of your Alpha’s. “I don’t even think these two would notice right now.” Tony quips. 

Bucky leans in, gripping your chin. “That right ‘mega? You getting floaty already?” You subtly nod your head. “Want me to kick everyone out or do you want them to truly see who you belong to?”

“Depends on who’s staying.” You whisper out.

“Apparently just Thor and Tony” He quickly scans the room. “Everyone else seems to have found their way somewhere else.”

“Probably to go work out all the sexual tension you guys have been putting out.” Tony snarks.

“Most certainly. I saw Natasha practically dragging Bruce behind her.” Thor agrees with a chuckle.

You look up to see the room clear of everyone but the Demi God and the Billionaire Playboy. “What do you think Captain? An audience of two, okay with you?”

He nuzzles into your neck. “I don’t care either way. I just really need to have you squirming on my cock.”

“I need a verbal yes or no, Alpha.” You respond. “I’m not about to have you get all possessive and violent because someone other than Bucky is getting turned on watching you split me open.”

You feel the growl emanating from his chest deep in your core as he leans back and looks you in the eye. “Yes, Omega. They can watch how good you take my cock.”  

“You heard the man.” Bucky addresses the two men. “Don’t take this opportunity for granted.”

Zoning in on the Alpha you’re sat upon, you lean forward, running your hands through his shaggy hair, kissing him deeply. You're granted the taste of the whiskey and Asgaurdian liquor he’s been sipping throughout the night on his tongue. The scent of him around you combined with his current taste has you grinding your slick soaked thong all over the font of his pants. Making quite the mess. 

A devilish smile appears on his bearded face as he wraps his fist in your hair and pulls your head back. Forcing you to look him in the eyes. "Unzip my pants and pull me out." He quietly commands.

Without hesitation you undo his pants and pull out his thick length. Subconsciously licking your lips at the sight of his precum already leaking out of the tip. 

“Pull that flimsy piece of fabric to the side and sit on my cock, Omega." Eyes glazed over, hindbrain kicking in at the order you lift yourself up enough to pull your thong to the side, exposing your leaking slit. You place his tip at your entrance, sliding down onto his thickness, filling yourself up inch by inch. 

Hand still in your hair he pulls you down into a heated kiss, tilting his hips up as your pelvis’ meet, getting as deep as he can. Pulling away, he wraps a hand around your throat, groaning as you involuntarily clench around him. "Now be a good girl and hold on to my shoulders." 

Once your hands are securely placed, Steve begins to piston his hips up into you. Practically using your body like his own personal ‘rutlight’. You start to bounce along with him, meeting in the middle with a grind of your hips. 

His hand tightens around your throat, the sweet pressure muffling your screams as you notice cool metal fingers trail along your spine. "That's it Omega. Look so pretty taking your Alpha’s cock.” Bucky whispers in your ear. “Fuck. I bet you're squeezing his dick real good, huh, baby girl?"

You can feel yourself ready to explode, his words adding fuel to the fire. You feel more than see, his flesh hand traveling down your torso, stopping at your mound. He takes the opportunity to play with your clit, rubbing tight little circles against the sensitive nub. You bite your lip from the overwhelming sensations of being surrounded by your Alpha’s, right on the knife edge of control, rapidly hurtling towards the cliff of your climax. Not to mention the fact that you have an audience, witnessing your destruction. 

"Oh baby you're so close. Can feel your sweet little pussy trying to pop my knot.” Steve grits out. “Gonna cum all over my fat cock?" 

You moan and nod your head yes, lost in a haze of lust. "I can’t hear you, Omega. Use your words. Do. You. Want. To. Cum. On. Your. Alphas. Cock?" He punctuates with his thrusts.

"YES! Please, Alpha. Want to cum all over your cock. Want to make a mess just for you." You manage to whimper out.  

Bucky groans, nipping your shoulder. "There's our sweet ‘mega. Always so good for her Alphas." He increases the pressure and speed on your clit. Making your grind against Steve all the more. 

"Now! Cum for us right now, Omega. I want to feel this little tight pussy of yours clamping down on my dick like a vice." Steve commands, setting off your orgasm. Throwing your head back, you let out a deep guttural moan, writhing on his dick, as you ride out the climax.

Unwilling to knot you and have you stuck on this couch for who knows how long, but still needing to remind the room who you belong to, Steve removes his hand from your throat. Within seconds each Alpha has latched on to their respective marks and bit down, freshening up their claims.

Like the turning of a switch, you melt into Steve, losing yourself to the lovely feeling of Omegaspace. Floating in a haze of pheromones, enveloped in the safety of your Alpha’s arms. You could care less who was left in the room other than Steve and Bucky. 

“You can put your tongues back in your mouths now boys.” Steve addresses the awestruck duo frozen to their seats. “Thank goodness you didn't pull your dicks out at least.”

“I was tempted to.” Tony blurts out.

“If I had, I would not have been able to refrain myself from trying to partake in the festivities.” Thor confesses. 

“Been there.” Steve agrees with a chuckle. “Anyway, have fun getting rid of those, boys. We’re going to go knot our sweet little omega til she passes out. See ya in the morning.”

“You’re staying here?” Tony asks.

“There is no way in hell I can last til we get to our place before I knot her properly.” Bucky growls out. “So yeah, we're staying in our apartment here. That a problem?”

“Not at all. I'll have Friday double the soundproofing and warn Sam.” He squeaks out.

“Thanks Tony.” Steve responds, scooping you up and walking down the hall to the apartment they keep on the compound.

You're undressed and placed down on what you know to be Steve’s king sized bed, based on the scent wafting up from the sheets. You sense them on either side of you as you burrow your nose in the pillow beneath your head.

“Feeling good, Omega?” Bucky asks.

“Mmmhmm” You nod your head in response, opening up our eyes and catching the steel grays to your right.

“Need more? Or are you good for the night?” Steve queries.

“More. I know you both didn’t come.” You quirk a brow at them. “Can’t have that.”

“That right ‘mega?” Bucky teases.

“Yup.” You pop the ‘p’ for emphasis.

“Okay.” He caresses your chin. “Can’t disappoint our sweet little Omega now can we. What do you have in mind, babygirl?”

“I want to ride my Captain while you fuck my ass from behind Sarge.” You calmly state.

The supersoldiers let out simultaneous growls at your request. 

“I want to be stuffed full. Need you both to use me for your pleasure. Please.” You can’t help but pout as you plead for what you want.

Bucky runs his metal thumb across your bottom lip. “No need to pout, sweet ‘mega. You’ll get what you want. Stevie, toss me the lube I know you keep stocked in your nightstand. You heard what she wants. Let her ride you some more while I prep that glorious ass.”

You smile triumphantly as you throw a leg over Steve’s naked waist. Somehow you just now realized that you’re all undressed, naked flesh on full display. You tease his turgid length, re-coating him in the fresh slick leaking from your cunt until you feel the vibration of his growl against your thighs as he stills your hips with one of his massive hands. With the other, he grabs his dick, teasing your clit with the tip, pulling a whine from you that is cut short as he lines up and thrusts, sinking his cock deep inside you. 

Your head falls back and your spine arches as you push yourself up and undulate your hips, burying him even deeper. Your Alpha’s following your every move, entranced by the way you swivel and bounce, losing yourself in the ebb and flow of your own little private show being put on for their eyes only. 

Worked up and ready to be inside you himself, Bucky, having sufficiently lubed up his cock, climbs between Steve’s spread legs. Placing a hand to the middle of your spine he kisses up your throat until he reaches your ear.

“Be a good Omega and lean forward for me so I can join in on the fun. You don't look stuffed enough yet.” The cool palm in the middle of your back helps push you down until you're laying flush against Steve’s chest.

He then proceeds to run his lube covered fingers along your stretched out lips, gathering the slick that continues to pour out of you with one hand as the other grabs a cheek and spreads you out, exposing your puckered little hole. Running his coated fingers around your hole teasingly, slowly adding more pressure until he is able to get the first one, then two fingers inside you. Opening you up little by little, as you gently roll your hips back and forth, grinding down on the Alpha beneath you.

“You’re doing so good for me ‘mega. Gonna add another finger. Open you up a bit further so you can take me nice and deep. Want you to focus on how good my fingers feel.” Bucky instructs you.

He works his third finger into you and proceeds to scissor them all and open you up further until you can take them with ease and are a whimpering mess. As he pulls them out, you whine at the feeling of emptiness left behind. 

He grabs a cheek in each hand and spreads you out, signaling Steve to still your hips. Lining himself up he breaches your tight little hole. “Relax, ‘mega. Take a deep breath for me.”

You do as you're told and on your exhale your tight ring of muscle relaxes, allowing Bucky to sink right in. “Fuck. So tight. How ya feeling, Omega?”

“Full.” You moan out. 

“Good.” Bucky grits out.

That is the last thing you are able to comprehend, as they begin to pull out and thrust into you, never leaving you empty. As one retreats the other pushes in, playing you like a well strung violin. Pulling moans, whimpers and orgasms from you like notes on a page. Creating a sinful melody to feed their carnivorous appetites.

You can feel the haze of overwhelming pleasure start to take over your body. Your senses are so keyed up and overloaded, that it doesn't take long before you are crying out and clenching down on the cocks lodged inside you as you crest over the edge into a blissful climax. Head buried in Steve’s chest as tears begin to flow from your eyes at the overpowering ecstasy. 

“That’s it, Omega. Love it when you squeeze me so tight, trying to make me pop my knot, lock me in place.” He lifts your head from his chest and places a tender kiss to your forehead as they slow their thrusts, allowing you a moment of reprieve. 

He wipes a stray tear away with his thumb. “How are you feeling?” 

You’re just coherent enough to get out a few words. “So good. Need more. Want your knots.”

“I couldn't dream of denying her anything right now.” Bucky states.

Your pussy and ass squeeze around your Alphas, as you imagine being filled with their hot cum, causing them to start to lose their rhythm. Pounding into you erratically as they chase their own highs. 

“Fuck. That’s it ‘mega.” Steve grunts out. “Take my cock. I’m so fucking close. Gonna pop my knot and paint your insides white. Gonna lock you to me as you take every drop.” 

As Steve’s words hit your ears, you instinctively squeeze around Bucky, setting off a frenzied pace in the Alpha as they race to the finish line. 

“Fuck Steve, you make her clench around me like that again and her pussy wont be the only thing getting filled.” Bucky groans out.

Having them talk about filling you up like you're not even in the room is the spark that lights the match on the fire that is your impending orgasm. You detonate in a blaze of pleasure, almost blacking out from the sheer force of it, taking both of them along with you.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Bucky loses it first, hips stuttering until they still, popped knot resting against the outside of your ring of muscle as he groans and empties his balls into your abused little hole. Gripping your ass cheeks so hard you're sure he left bruises behind.

As he slowly pulls out his still hard member, your hole clenching trying to pull him back in, Steve lifts his hips and lodges himself deeper into your cunt. He pulls you into an intense kiss just as his knot pops, making good on his promise, as he shoots rope after rope of his seed deep into your womb, coating your walls white, triggering a minor orgasm of your own. “Can’t get enough of filling you up. Especially when it sets you off again like that. Come on, ‘mega, milk your Alpha dry.”

He grips your hips, grinding your clit along his pelvis until you come one last time for him, biting down on his shoulder as you undulate against his chest. 

You feel cool metal and warm flesh dance along your spine as you come down from your final high. Removing your head from the crook of Steve’s you turn to look upon the satisfied face of your head Alpha.

“Hey there sweet Omega.” You smile at the softness in the rough Alpha’s voice. “You did so good, baby. Made your Alpha’s feel amazing.” 

You preen at the praise, cuddling closer to Steve’s chest. “So so good. Go ahead and rest, doll. You’ve earned it.” He whispers in your ear.

You’re starting to drift off, listening to your Alpha’s speak around you.

“You know, last year, I knew you had her locked on your knot while we watched Scream.” Steve confesses. “Even though you were trying to be quiet, I heard you going at it before I came out. Might have even gotten off to it so I wasnt coming into the room hot.” He chuckles.

“Steven!” You jolt upright, to smack him on this peck.

“You dirty fucking dog. Just couldn't help yourself could you?” Bucky shakes his head. “Bet that wasn't the last time you jerked it to us.”

“That night wasn't even the first.” He replies with a shit eating grin as he pulls you back down, locking you in his arms. “Certainly won't be the last.”

[ladykailitha]

In the Midnight Hour Part 1

A little vampire Eddie for your enjoyment! Not actually sure where this one is going to go to be honest. This is just a way for me to play with Uncle Wayne, honestly.

*

Steve was lying in bed waiting for the inevitable. It always came around midnight like some diabolical clock.

He looked over at his alarm and watched it flip over to 12:00am. And there it was: the fluttering of wings and a tapping on his window.

He sighed and got up. He padded over to the window and opened it up.

“Back again, Munson?” Steve said dryly.

“Steve!” Eddie said throwing open his arms in greeting. “Miss me?”

Steve leaned out the window to see Eddie standing on the roof, like it was the top of his van. Happy and carefree.

He knew that he should just close the window and go back to his nightmares, but an alive, happy Eddie was too much of a draw, even if he was a hallucination.

“You know I do,” he murmured.

“So why don’t you let me in, big boy?” Eddie said leaning close to Steve.

Steve scoffed. “I know Vecna thinks I’m a dumb jock or whatever, but even I’ve seen vampire movies. You can’t come in unless I invite you and that’s not going to happen, sweetheart.”

Eddie cocked his head and grinned. “What makes you think I’m vampire, Stevie?”

“You mean other than the having to invite you in thing?” Steve asked with a huff of laughter. Eddie nodded. “Your bat wings, your sharp canine teeth, your ability to get up to my window without climbing...do I need to go on?”

Eddie’s grin grew darker, more feral. “Well, will you look at that, Stevie has seen a vampire movie or two.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Girls dig vampires and if it’s scary enough, it leads to some really great cuddling.”

“Ooh, the patented Harrington moves,” Eddie crowed. “Would love to see those in action.”

Steve scoffed again. “You would if you were real, but you’re not.”

Eddie’s wings lifted him aloft and he fluttered close to Steve’s face. “And what if I was real, what would you do then?”

“I’d probably kiss you,” Steve admitted. “But we both know you’re some nightmare Venca has sent to drive me crazy with grief so everyone else becomes easier pickings.”

Eddie frowned.

Steve shrugged. “Which won’t work by the way.”

Eddie landed back on the roof and sat down cross-legged. “And why not?”

“I’m a pragmatist. There wasn’t anything I could have said or done that would have changed the outcome of that fight,” Steve murmured. “Everyone likes to think that if they just could have done something different maybe you would have survived...” he lowered his head. “Because if my telling you not be a hero and you deciding to be one away...”

Eddie gulped. The implication that if Eddie had felt the same for Steve the way he had kept saying he did, then Eddie would have taken Steve’s feelings into consideration and figured out a way to save both him and Dustin.

Steve cleared his throat and straightened up. “I have to look at things logically otherwise I’ll break. And with Vecna still out there, I can’t.”

“That’s going to crush you one day,” Eddie said softly.

Steve laughed. It was so cold and bitter it made Eddie flinch. “I don’t think I’m going to survive beating your boss. Because I will. I will make sure he’s dead and never coming back.” Steve’s fists clenched. “And he can take the entire upside down with him, the rat bastard.”

Eddie’s answering laugh was cold. “And how do you plan to do that, pretty boy?”

“How would I know?” Steve said with wryly grin. “I’m not the planner, I’m tank you put in front of the oncoming forces.” Steve waved his hand, shooing Eddie. “So go. Run along back to Vecna. Tell him he can’t break me.”

He closed the window and went back to bed, leaving a stunned Eddie on the roof, alone.

*

Back at his...he looked around at the strange mess of clutter and detritus...lair? He guessed that was as good a term as any. Back at his lair, he kicked himself.

He really felt like he was getting somewhere with Steve this time, only to be shut out.

Again.

Of course it didn’t help that Steve still thought he was sent by Vecna to torment him. Which was fair. Just not true. Did Veckie know Eddie was there at Steve’s house every night? Sure. But he didn’t seem to care.  

He didn’t know if Veckie was busy with whatever the geniuses were planning or if he firmly believed that Eddie wouldn’t do anything to betray him.

Which, fuck Veckie for that if it was true. Because Eddie would rip his head off if thought it would help his friends. But he knew it wouldn’t. Plus. Let that ‘rat bastard’ think bringing Eddie back to life was a hindrance for the party.

Not that anyone but Steve knew he was alive.

“You’re pathetic,” a voice sneered from behind him.

“Veckie!” Eddie greeted with a grin. “Or do you prefer Henry?”

The fleshy nightmare before him snarled. “You think your puny attempts to seduce Steve Harrington will save you from me?”

Eddie raised an eyebrow. He dramatically placed his hand over his heart. “You think I’m flirting with Steve?” He began to laugh. “I’m overly chivalrous with everyone, dude.”

“I can see through your eyes,” Vecna said, his voice drippingly sweet. “You almost kissed him tonight, but my little coward chickened out, like he always does.”

Eddie scoffed. “Look, Veckie. I don’t care what you think you saw, but I don’t chicken out, not anymore.”

Vecna’s laughter filled the air. “Not even when he offered to kiss you?”

Eddie frowned. When had Steve offered to kiss him? He thought hard for a moment.

Oh.

And then he really started laughing. “Oh god!” He wiped a tear from his eye. “He did! I’m sorry I was too focused on the pragmatism to think about a kiss.”

Vecna scowled.  

“I don’t visit him because I have a crush,” Eddie continued, grinning from ear to ear. “I know I keep him up at night, and a tired man makes mistakes. You just run along and let me work.” He patted Vecna on the chest and flopped on his bed, throwing out wings to make the landing soft and airy.

“Just let me know when you figure how to stop being beaten by little kids, yeah?” Eddie said, calling over his shoulder as her curled up into a little ball, his wings creating a blanket around him.

Behind him Vecna snarled and the pressure from his presence was gone.

Eddie sighed with relief. He knew Vecna could see through his eyes. But he didn’t always. He often chose to because he thought Eddie could get Steve to talk. So if Veckie wanted a sneaky-peak Eddie was going to be annoying about it.

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12  Part 13

[djemsostylist]

Since starting this blog as a Vampire Diaries blog back in 2012, I've gone through a number of iterations. After my stint as a TVD blog for the better part of three years, I expanded out into a multi-purpose, whatever is my current hyperfixation blog. There are, of course, always the long running staples (Star Wars, Warhammer, LOTR) but I have gone through some pretty specific weird ones. The summer/fall of Mad Max: Fury Road, my years long Steve Rogers obsession, my summer of The Musketeers, that month of The Originals. The year I lost my mind and started watching dizis (lol, thank god that one is over).

The point is, I've had many throughout the years, but I haven't had one ongoing and deep since maybe the first season of House of the Dragon. (That one ended abruptly when I finished reading Fire and Blood and realized that the source material was stupid as shit, the writers were possibly dumber and this show was going to make me mad sooner than later.) In addition to an extremely busy past year or so and the disappointment of the end of The Siege of Terra, I haven't really had anything that has captured my interest for a long period of time. (Decimus Androndinus Felix, Lord of Vespator and the Eastern Marches is the current love of my life but he was only in four books and now they are done and I am SAD).

Welp. This summer I spent a week with my brother @bonesingerofyme-loc as I do every summer, and in light of the extreme heat and our extreme laziness, we decided to binge watch the animated Avatar: The Last Airbender. He's been a fan for a long, long time, but since I was like, 16 when it came out, I wasn't exactly the target demographic. And its taken me a while into adulthood to truly embrace certain interests, and he patiently waited to spring this one on me.

And buddy. This show got me. It's got everything I love in a show, in a children's show (I love children's media that isn't just mindless entertainment, and there is a particular type that just does it for me) and it's the sort of thing that is just beautiful as it's written and also really needs no explaining. It reminds me of Bantam Star Wars (it's best era), and that sort of unique blend of magic and mystery and family and despair and hope and love and everything in between. Aang is just so Luke, with his love that is greater than the world and also for the world, with the breathless way he uses his power but with so much thought and care. With the family that they build, with the truly excellent writing. I could go on at length, and probably will in later posts on in later drafts, but this show. This fucking show man.

And then, of course, bc he can never leave well enough alone, he tells me about his ship. The ship. And it's a rarepair, which is insane because I NEVER ship rarepairs, both because rarepairs are usually silly, often more infuriating than not, and so limited that the full scope of fangirling and obsession is hard to fully realize. But like, it's fucking perfect and I'm handling it about as well as you'd expect lol. (It's Zuko/Toph, because of course I would fucking fall in love with that pairing.) Anyway, expect Avatar span for at least the next two weeks until work starts again (or even more if I'm stressed enough to need an escape lol).

[space-invading-pigeon]

Had the idea of there being kind of a hive thing with cocoons attached to it somewhere in the Upside Down. Like, Steve finding it, seeing something move around it one of the cocoons. Out drops Kas/Vampire!Eddie. They fight and maybe Steve ties Eddie up with a jacket and throws him over his shoulder. Eddie is still flopping around, and Steve comes back to the group. He's kind of dirty and beaten from the fight, with little splashes of blood on his white shirt, the thigh of his jeans, his hands, possibly some in his hair, and his cheeks.

Another scenario could be that there is an opening in the hive. Steve goes in it, leaving the rest outside with Nancy, and finds Eddie sitting on a rock and twiddling his thumbs. Steve sits by him, but Eddie doesn't seem to remember him or himself. Eddie then kisses him after mumbling something like "pretty." And then, it all comes back to him. He's really confused. I haven't thought this was out entirely.

Idk just give me a hive kind of like the tunnels in s2.

That would be awesome???

Like, let's say that someone in the group gets a bad feeling. Paranoia, maybe, or maybe they're growing more sensitive to the things of the Upside Down. Hop isn't healthy enough to investigate, so Steve takes up that mantle. They find the tunnels just like they did in s2, but instead of demodogs, there's these.... Pods, everywhere. It's nasty as hell and Steve immediately herds the kids who refused to listen to him out of the tunnels.

But the kids are magnets for trouble and physically incapable of letting well enough alone, so Steve decides to run damage control before one of them inevitably gets hurt. He goes down into the tunnels alone like an idiot, armed with a flashlight and his walkie. A few hours of exploring brings him to what he thinks is a hub of some sort. It is, as I said, nasty as hell, and Steve is ready to go home, but one of the pods is glowing, something inside shifting like it's fighting to get out, and whatever it is could be dangerous, so Steve decides to hatch it himself, pop that thing open and just fight whatever comes out.

Only what pops out is almost definitely Eddie Munson. A weird, pointy-eared, fanged Eddie Munson, but that's definitely Eddie, and for a moment Steve is so shocked and relieved to see him alive that he forgets Eddie just popped out of something that belongs in a sci-fi. Eddie gets the drop on him, so there's ... An embarrassing amount of shrieking as Steve fends off the attack, followed by an awkward amount of time soothing the half-feral creature he'd tied up with his sweater. Actually, that hadn't been a bad idea- Monster Eddie seems to calm faster, shoving his nose into the fabric and making weird noises that sound like he's trying to speak to him. Steve decides that he's done dealing with this. He's just- there is a line he'd drawn, and it's somewhere behind him, and coaxing some Upsidedown Monster Version of a guy he may or may not have had a crush on out of Fight Mode is definitely crossing that line. He carries Eddie back to his car.

As soon as Eddie is mostly comfortable, Steve pulls out his walkie and radios Dustin. "Hey, Henderson, I found this weird lookin', uh, cat? Meet at mine tomorrow morning." He reports. Dustin responds immediately.

"Why are you telling me about some cat, Steve? Are you going to keep it or something? Over."

"I think we should keep it. It's kinda- uh, bitey right now though, so that's why I said wait until tomorrow."

"You're supposed to say 'over,' over."

"Oh my- fine, whatever. My place, tomorrow. Ten. Over."

"10-4, over and out." Steve snorts a little at just how seriously Dustin takes his radio chatter.

Dustin is delighted to find out Eddie is alive, as is the rest of the Party (although they are a bit shocked to see he'd been shifted into a vampire-esque monster). Eddie, now that he isn't fighting for his life- or maybe now that Steve has his arms tied securely- seems more than happy to let things happen to him. He chitters as Dustin, Lucas, Mike, and Max fawn over him, makes those weird growling noises as Robin tries to talk herself into being totally cool with the claws and fangs and subvocal communication, and melts into a puddle of churrs and purrs and happy grumbles when Steve carefully washes his hair. He does so well that the Party decides to untie him-

Eddie grabs Steve by the throat and holds him for about three lifetimes seconds, as if to assert that he did not like being tied up, and then reverts back to a mostly tame being. After that, Eddie likes to follow Steve around the house, happy to observe until something in the wind changes or whatever motivates goblin people like Eddie, and then he spends about ten minutes chasing Steve down, biting the shit out of him, and parading around the house like he'd done something praiseworthy.

El tries to offer her help, but after much talk, the Party decides to try and bring Eddie back to himself the old-fashioned way. It's a bit awkward, if only because Steve is insistent that they treat Eddie like he's Eddie. Steve becomes Eddie's Person, for a while, because they'd all agreed not to tell Wayne until they could get Eddie back to himself (or at least mostly back to himself).

[notinthislife50]

Chapter 24

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After some time had passed in Wakanda. You had gradually recollected the horrors inflicted by John, leaving you feeling violated and broken. However, T'Challa and Shuri were unwavering in their determination not to let you succumb to those demons. They tirelessly worked with you, consistently reminding you of your strength and that none of it was your fault.

A year later, you were coming to terms with your past, but your once unshakable confidence had waned. You couldn't help but wonder what Steve and Bucky thought of you now, having witnessed the unspeakable.

One day, T'Challa entered your room while you were looking at a gown, that was placed on your bed..

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"I don't know," you sighed. "I know the words are gone, and you've helped me fight my demons this past year, but I'm still scared."

"What could you be scared of, little one?" T'Challa inquired, assuring you that John was gone for good.

"Not of John. I know he can't hurt me anymore. But I'm afraid of what Steve and James think of me. They had to witness the terrible things that were done. How could they love me now?" Tears welled up as you buried your face in your hands.

"Y/n, they brought you here, they've been by your side as much as possible, and they are here tonight," he tried to reassure you. "If they didn't love you, they surely would have left you here."

You managed a small smile for the king.

"And besides, I am to accompany you to the ball. The king cannot enter alone, and Shuri would be furious if you didn't wear the dress she designed," he added.

You chuckled, "Yes, that does scare me."

"Then I shall return for you in an hour," T'Challa said with a smile.

As you stood still, people attended to your dress, makeup, and hair. It reminded you of Asgard, and you took a moment to send a message through Heimdall: "Hi Heimdall! How are you? Could you tell Loki hi from me? I hope we can see each other soon; I miss him." When you returned to the room, the king's closest aides had finished dressing you. You tried to sound thankful and hoped you didn't sound frightened as you smiled and praised their work. However, when you looked in the mirror, you couldn't help but feel disgusted at the reflection before you.

Tears welled up in your eyes when a knock came at the door. "Well, little one, are you ready?" T'Challa called.

You opened the door and offered an uncertain smile. "Remember, this is your sister's design."

"Y/n, you truly are the sun among stars," he declared, extending his arm for you to take.

As everyone was introduced upon entering the ballroom, T'Challa was the last. When he entered, the entire room turned to face him.

"His Royal Majesty, King T'Challa, and his special guest, Lady Y/n."

Bucky and Steve were taken aback, their mouths agape as they saw you standing at the top of the staircase in a black gown that matched the King's black-patterned suit. You looked breathtakingly beautiful to them.

After some time, they gathered the courage to approach you.

"May we have a dance?" they asked.

"No, thank you," you replied, head lowered, unable to meet their gaze, overwhelmed by shame for what had transpired.

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2. Monstruous (Nancy)

(Vampire AU Inspired by Buffy The Vampire Slayer)

An hour before Family Video closed, Nancy watched Robin leave alone in the dark. She watched as two guys approached and intimated Robin.

Nancy immediately raced over to Robin. "Leave her alone!" She suddenly noticed they weren't just inconsiderate jerks, but their faces transformed them into monsters, she unfortunately recognised.

Nancy fought the two vampires and staked them through the heart, turning them both to dust. Robin screamed and turned to Nancy. "Oh! They're like- like vampires, turned to dust! You're a vampire killer!"

"Vampire Slayer, something like that." Nancy sweetly smiled. "Can I walk you home?"

Robin agreed, they got to know each other on their way back to Robin's house. Nancy then knew Robin usually rides her bike to work, if Steve wasn't taking her home. They often stay til closing, but left early today, because she wasn't feeling well.

Nancy started walking Robin home every shift she wasn't with Steve, she loved being her protector. Nancy slowly started getting feelings for Robin, hoping it was a mutual feeling.

At least until that night, when Robin asked Nancy to go to a restaurant with her.

Nancy had to tell Robin she couldn't go, but wasn't sure Robin could really like her, if she knew why. "I'm sorry, I can't go."

"Oh, why?" Robin asked. Nancy didn't want to upset them, but worried she wouldn't understand. "I don't get why you don't want to see me, you only want to walk home with me from work?"

"I'm a vampire." Nancy blurted out. "I'm sorry, I understand if you don't want to see me anymore or-"

Robin interrupted. "We could get takeout and you could watch me eat, or we could both watch a movie?"

Nancy wasn't sure if Robin believed her, or was just joking but wanted to accommodate for her, either way Nancy really appreciated it.

"That sounds like a good plan." Nancy smiled. "Just so you know, I only end bad people or vampires, the ones that deserve it. I'm not evil."

"I know, whether you're a vampire or just a weird human like me. You'll always be my hero, Nancy Wheeler." Robin held Nancy's hand, Nancy leaned her head on Robin's shoulder as they walked back to Robin's.

[thefatedthoughtofyou]

They Come For Him, Shinning In The Night

Summary: They won. Vecna is gone. But the kids keep disappearing. And Eddie's voice keeps echoing in Steve's head, following him around like a ghost... or something worse.

Word Count: 8,959

Warnings: Vampire stuff, creepy Vampire kids, slightly sexual situations, angst

Ao3

He should have known something was wrong. And he had. In a way. He just hadn't taken it seriously. Not seriously enough. Not until Max disappeared.

He'd gone to Robin about the voices. The voice. Singular. In his head. Eddie's voice.

He'd been hearing Eddie. Late at night. Saying his name like he was standing right behind him. But he never was. Steve never stopped looking. But he was never there. Just his voice. In Steve's head. So he'd gone to Robin. To talk. To tell her about Eddie, his feelings for Eddie, the voice he'd been hearing. Max disappeared from the hospital the next day.

~*~

They thought it was Vecna, at first. And maybe in a way it was. Steve still wasn't sure. Even now, sitting alone, in his house, in the dark, waiting. Waiting for them to come for him. He still wasn't sure just exactly what had done this, what had caused this, what had taken all his friends, his family. The sick feeling in his gut told him it wasn't Vecna, not this time.

But it didn't really matter, now. At the end. Because that's where Steve is now, he's sure of it. The end. They'll come for him soon. And they'll take him. Make him like they are, and then he'll be what? Just another monster haunting an empty town.

A branch snaps outside his window.

An almost empty town.

A shiver runs down his spine as he peaks out the window, watches the wind blow leaves down the street. There's no one there. Not that he can see. But he can feel them, feel him, watching. And waiting.

Steve just wished he knew what the fuck they were waiting for.

~*~

Lucas disappeared next. And then Mike. And then Will. And then Steve lost Dustin. He was there, and then he was gone. And it was Steve's fault. He didn't fucking protect him, not well enough.

And then the rest of them, one by one. Erica, and Jonathan. Argyle and Nancy. And then their parents left, they couldn't take it anymore, their kids were gone, vanished in the night. So they left. And then it was just Steve and Robin, hiding in his big empty house. No friends. No kids. Just them.

It took two weeks. But they ran out of food. Both deciding together to go out and find some. They took walkies. And went when the sun was high in the sky. But in the end, none of that had mattered either, they'd been doomed from the start.

They were in the general store grabbing food when the bell above the door jangled. Steve couldn't see Robin. She'd wandered a few aisles over to get bread. His heart stopped when the walkie on his hip crackled.

"Steve. Was that you? Did you open the door?" Robin was whispering, Steve couldn't hear her voice in the store, only at his hip. He grabbed his walkie, his shaking fingers nearly dropping it.

"No. Come back to me. Right now." Steve forced the words out of his throat, it was tight, and his heart was pounding.

"I can't. Steve I think it's-" static filled the channel. And then silence. The bell over the door tinkled again. Steve barely heard it over the thundering heart beat in his ears. He dropped the bag he'd been filling with food and ran. He ran to the aisle he knew Robin had been headed for and found nothing. Well, not nothing. Her walkie was there. Shattered on the floor. Next to her own bag, two loaves of bread sticking out of it as it sat, abandoned on the floor.

She was gone. Steve looked toward the door. Nothing. No wind. Now screams. No bell jingling. Without a sound, she was gone.

He was alone. They'd taken everyone. All of them. They were gone.

He swallowed around the tears burning his eyes and throat, reached down and picked up Robin's dropped bag. He walked back to his own bag, picked it up, filled it. And walked home alone. He locked the door behind him and fell to the floor, pulling his knees up under his chin. It was just him now. No one else left. They had to come for him next.

He knew he should get ready. To fight. Or to run. But he knew in his heart that there was no point, not really.

He hadn't even heard them, whoever it was, in the store. The only sound he'd heard was the bell. And Robin's voice. No other sounds. What chance did he possibly have against something like that? Against a possible group of something's like that. No chance. None at all.

He bites into his lip hard, trying not to cry. He sits on the floor, staring at Robin's bag, and Steve Harrington does something he's never done before. He gives up.

He closes his eyes, lets his head fall back against the wood behind him, reaches his hand up slowly, his fingers shaking, and unlockes the door.

~*~

They don't come right away like he thinks they will. It takes weeks. Maybe months. Steve loses track of time. He sleeps during the day, stays awake all night, until the sun peeks over the trees again and he thinks he's safe. He's not sure why he thinks that. They'd taken Robin in the middle of the day. But his mind still equates daylight with safety, so that's were he stays.

It's Halloween when they come for him. The irony doesn't allude him. Eddie's always been dramatic. He hears them before he sees them. Hears them laughing.

And knows those laughs, all of them. Eddie's and Max's, Nancy and Mike's, Lucas and Dustin and Erica. He hears his friends in that laughter but it's wrong. Tainted and dark and it sends chills through him that he can't seem to shake as they move closer and closer.

He slides his finger between the curtains and moves them, just a fraction, just enough to see the street. And he watches them, all of them, as they walk out of the fog that seems cover the town every night now. Eddie's out front, Max draped over his back as she cackles at something he says, Steve swears their eyes are glowing.

His heart nearly stops when he watches El walk out of the fog. She'd been dead. She'd killed Vecna and it had taken everything she had. But there she was, walking down the street shoving playfully at Will and Mike as they joked and teased each other. He sees Erica, Lucas and Dustin next, tears welling up at the sight of Dustin, his eyes glowing oddly as he chases Lucas, who's taken his hat and is playing keep away. Erica trips him and sends him sprawling, the street fills with there strange haunting laughter as he dusts himself off and tosses Dustin his hat with a pointed smile.

Nancy and the other's follow them, her and Robin arm in arm next to Jonathan and Argyle.  All of them. His friends. His family. All of them alive. But maybe not quite, as they walk down the street toward his house, cackling maniacally in the dark. His eyes move back to Eddie and his heart flutters painfully, he's staring at Steve. He's still so far away but Steve knows he's been seen. He slides his finger out of the curtain, stumbles to the door and presses his back agaisnt it, tries to catch his breath.

He listens to them laugh and play in the street, he can almost see them, dancing in the dark like they're meant to. Like they belong there. Steve squeezes his eyes shut tight, fighting more tears. Because of course they do. They belong in the dark now, and they've come for him. Finally.

Eddie's led them out through the dark, and straight to Steve's front door.

~*~

"SteeeEEEEve!" Eddie's voice calls, sing songy and terrifying, Steve's skin feels tight at the sound.

"Come on now. Open the door. We just wanna talk Steven." He sounds bored now.

"Steven! Steven!" Little voices echo him. Max lets out an eerily musical cackle after she calls to him. Steve finds himself reaching for the door nob. He's not sure if it's his idea or theirs. He turns it, pulls the door open, but stays just inside the doorway.

"There he is!" Eddie says, his voice full of amusement, his hands reaching out toward Steve briefly, he flinches, even though Eddie and the others are still out in the street, he hears the others snicker.

"Hiiii Steve!" Max wiggles her fingers at him from her place on Eddie's back. Eddie looks at her.

"Are you being mean or are you being nice?" He asks, giving her a stern look, she snaps her attention to Eddie.

"I'm being nice!" She feins offense and then gives Eddie a blindingly sharp smile.

"You better be. We're gonna do this right. Remember?" He taps her nose and she snaps at his finger, her sharp teeth barely missing. He points at her, gives her a look, and then they both look back to Steve, their bodies completely in sync when they move. Steve fights another shiver.

"Can we like... move this along. I'm bored already." Mike sighs behind them, his body drooping in his boredom. Steve watches something flash across Eddie's features before he takes a deep breathe.

"Micheal." He says, his voice tight, and Mike snaps to attention, his back straight as a board.

"Behave." Eddie says, his voice full of warning as his eyes, and Max's, move to look at Mike. Mike nods and takes a few steps back, moving to stand behind Nancy, she moves to stand in front of him. Steve appreciates the show of protection, but isn't sure she'd be able to help Mike from that look that had crossed Eddie's features.

"Now. Steve." Eddie says calmly, his hands moving to rest on his hips. Steve gulps.

"Why?" Steve's throat is tight, his voice scratchy from lack of use. Eddie's head cocks to the side, Max, Lucas, and Dustin mirror him. Steve takes half a step back involuntarily. They say nothing.

"Why did you wait so long to come for me?" He needs to know. It's been eating away at him for months, thoughts running round and round his head. Eddie's features crumble, a sad look furrowing his brow as he steps closer to Steve, his feet in the driveway now.

"I had to make sure there was no one left for you to save. Because I knew you'd try. Even if it was just one of them. I knew you'd try." He moves his hands, they twitch at his sides, palms out now, placateing, like he's apologizing. Steve's gut twists.

"You could have just left them be. Just left us all alone." His voice is strained, he's not sure if it's because he hasn't talked in months, or because there are tears threathening again as he thinks about what he's lost. They're all standing right in front him, and they're lost, every single one of them. Eddie's head twitches to the side again, he walks closer, Max watching calmly as she rests her head on his shoulder.

"You know that was never an option Steve. Not really." And he sounds sorry now, and Steve almost believes him.

"They're just kids." Steve breathes, still fighting, he has to keep fighting. Eddie shrugs, takes another step, scrunches his face up.

"They were never really just kids. None of us were." He looks back over his shoulder then, at all their friends, all of them standing in the street, waiting for Steve to... do something, or say something, Steve doesn't really know. Eddie looks back to him.

"We were all damned from the start Steve. I think you know that. Deep down." Eddie nods, takes another step. Steve's eyes move to Max, her brows rise on her forhead at his look but she says nothing, just keep fidgeting with one of the chains on Eddie's vest.

"How'd you get Max to come with you? She was barely conscious in the hospital." Steve asks, feeling anger rising up under his ribs.

"Max?" Eddie asks, his hand moving to her wrist.

"Max was the easiest. She needed me." He says it like it's simple.

"So what? You turned her into this? And it what? Healed her? You promised her she could walk again so she'd come with you?" Steve spat, his hands curling to fists at his sides, he's startled back a bit by the cackled that rumbles out of Max's throat.

"No Steve. She can't walk, actually. I'm not that good. It doesn't heal everything." His fingers dance across her wrist.

"She... she can't walk?" He's confused, and his heart is pounding again. Eddie and Max shake their heads, in sync again. Steve's not sure he'll ever get used to that, if he's given a chance too.

"She can't walk. No." Eddie's eyes drop to the ground with a frown. When he looks back up at Steve he's smirking, his fangs digging into his lip.

"But she can fly."

Max lifts off his back slowly, floating into the air above Eddie as Steve stares. He watches her rise and rise, she rotates slowly, her hair hanging like vines as she floats upside down before righting herself and slowly lowering back down onto Eddie's back, her chin resting on his head as she laughs at the look of horror on Steve's face, her eyes glowing in the moonlight.

Steve's heart pounds, louder and louder in his ears as he looks at all of them. Ghostly white in the fog, and the darkness, but alive in a way they hadn't been before. They'd all been so tired. Of the fighting. Of the death.

"Can you all do that?" Steve asks, looking back to Eddie.

"Yeah. Some of us are... better than others." He glances to the others, a playful look in his eyes, and smiles when they all shove and laugh at Argyle. He puts his hands up like a ninja to fend them off as he smiles.

"That tree came out of no where my dudes!" He says, slapping at El's hands as she pokes at his ribs, all of them laughing again. Eddie looks back to Steve.

"But yeah, we can all fly. We can all do a lot of things now. I can tell you about it. If you'll let me?" He takes a few more steps, moving himself up onto Steve's porch slowly, like he's trying not to scare Steve away. Steve snorts at the thought, clears his throat to cover it. Eddie's cocked eyebrow tells him he missed the mark, but Eddie doesn't call him on it.

"You want me to you invite you in? You?" He nods to Eddie and the group.

"Just me." Eddie says, easy. Hushed whispers ripple through the others.

"Shut up!" Eddie snaps, the group in the street cower back a few steps and fall silent.

"Just me. I just wanna talk." He holds his hands up in front of him, a gesture of surrender.

"What about your backpack, you bringin her in too?" Steve crosses his arms over his chest and jerks his chin towards Max, she smirks at him. Eddie keeps his eyes on Steve, leans his head toward Max.

"Fall back kiddo." He says, she sighs but nods curtly.

"Be careful." She says into his shoulder, her hands dragging over his chest as she floats away to hover just above the ground behind him. He turns to her, nods, and then turns his attention back to Steve. Steve watches Lucas move forward, toward Max. She meets him half way and drapes herself over his back the way she'd done Eddie's. Steve's brow furrows.

"It gets exhausting, flying for too long." Eddie explains, answering the question Steve hadn't asked. Steve's eyes jump back to him and he swallows, hard, the look in Eddie's eyes making heat run across his skin. Eddie steps closer, the toes of his boots hitting the door sill as he smiles at Steve, a small soft thing.

"You gonna invite me in?" His voice is low.

"I'm not sure it's a good idea." Steve says, his arms wrapping around himself.

"That's not what I asked." Eddie whispered, a stage whisper, nothing quiet. Steve snorts, can't help it, it was so Eddie. Steve looks at him, his pale skin, the fangs he can see peeking out through that small smile, the way his nails look longer, and pointed, the tips of his fingers look black. But it's his eyes that decide it. His eyes, though they have an otherworldly glow to them, are open, and honest, the way they used to be.

Steve takes a deep breath, and takes a step back. Eddie's brows jump on his forhead, waiting.

"You can come inside." Steve breathes, watches as Eddie smiles, fangs digging into his lip, and steps inside, closing the door behind him.

~*~

Steve doesn't know what to do with his hands. He tries to keep his eyes on Eddie. Keep Eddie in front of him. It's not easy. Eddie is quiet, and he seems to blend into the darkness around him with ease. Steve blinks and he's in a different spot than he was, and he's not sure if Eddie is doing it on purpose or not. If he's fucking with him or if this is just how he lives now, moving through shadows as a shadow himself.

"Awfully dark in here." Steve jumps at the sound of Eddie's voice next to him. He looks, sees Eddie moving his finger over a lampshade. Steve says nothing.

"You got any candles?" Eddie asks, waits for Steve to answer. He points towards the kitchen, his throat not wanting to work. He stands in the living room, his muscles stiff, thinking to himself that he should go after Eddie, help him with the candles. But his legs won't move, and Eddie's walking back into the room in an orb of light before Steve convinces them to do so. 

He sets one by the lamp, lights two more and sets them on the table in front of the couch before throwing himself onto it with a groan. Steve shuffles forward a few steps. Eddie looks up at him, his eyes reflecting the candle light.

"You wanna sit down?" He points to the cushion next to him. Steve shurgs, his eyes locked on Eddie's, brown and glowing. Steve stares, blinks, and finds himself sitting next to Eddie. He shakes his head, clearing it of a foggy feeling, and looks at Eddie, his eyes narrowing.

"Sorry man, you were staring, for like... a weird amount of time. I just wanted you to sit down." Eddie says, clearly amused. Steve huffs and crosses his arms, pushing himself to the other end of the couch as far as he can.

"Stay outta my head." He scowls, Eddie laughs.

"Okay. We can pretend that's what you want for now." Eddie's eyes roll but he looks at Steve with something close to fondness. Steve ignores the warmth it ignites in his chest.

"You wanted to talk." Steve prompts, after another awkward silence. Eddie nods, slowly.

"Yeah. Yeah I did say that. I was kinda hoping you had like... questions... to start us off or something." He smiles awkwardly, his fangs push at his lips oddly and Steve has to look away, he doesn't want to give Eddie the satisfaction of knowing he's still amusing. He feels another pulse of rage and looks back, determined.

"Okay yeah I have a question."

"Shoot."

"Why'd you kill all my friends?" Steve's voice is laced with anger. Eddie looks at him for a moment, emotionless.

"Yeah I was thinking more like "can you turn into a bat" type questions but that's... that's- ya know kill is such a strong word. Changed. Is a good word. Or like... transformed, maybe. That's a good one." Eddie's fingers drum against his chin as he looks at the ceiling, and at the coffee table, and anywhere but Steve, his hand stopping to point at each suggested word.

"Changed." Steve echoes, drawing Eddie's eyes back to him. Eddie nods, glowing eyes wide and almost innocent as he looks at Steve. Steve sighs and shakes his head, knows he won't get an answer about that, not right now at least. Not just yet. Eddie's eyes move away from him finally, to scan the room, Steve watches them land on the record collection against the far wall, watches Eddie's whole body twitch with effort to keep himself seated instead of going to snoop through it.

"Does it hurt?"

Eddie attention snaps back to Steve instantly, his brow furrowed as he thinks.

"Does it hurt when it happens or after?" Eddie's asks for clarification. Steve thinks, thinks about all his kids out in the street, all his friends out there.

"Both?" He shrugs, his hands jumping where they're resting on his ankle pulled up on the couch.

"It hurts when it happens. Not after." Eddie's voice is empty, devoid of emotion.

"You sure?" Steve pushes. Eddie glares.

"You didn't sound sure." He drops his eyes to his lap.

"It hurts like hell when it happens. Hurts more if you fight it. It's just... different. For everyone. The.. the turning." He shakes his head, his eyes on his hand where it's picking at the seam on the couch. His nails are black, Steve can see them better now, in the flickering candlelight. They're black, and pointed. But it's not just his nails, the blackness spreads up his fingers too, past the first knuckles and past the second on some, his skin black as ink. Steve furrows his brow and tries to think if the others had that.

"But after. It's... it's better. You're better. Like... whole. Everything's different. Everything's... more." His face scrunches up, like he knows he's not explaining it well, he shakes his head and looks back to Steve, to find him staring at his hand. He stills. Steve's eyes snap back up to his, he gulps, knows he's been caught, knows he must look like a deer in headlights. Eddie smirks, raises his hand.

"Don't worry. This won't happen to you." He wiggles his fingers and drops his hand in his lap, shoving it between his thighs, like he's hiding it.

"How do you know?" Steve bites his lip.

"I just know okay!" Eddie snaps, Steve flinches, Eddie closes his eyes and cringes, his shoulders hunch forward, he looks smaller. Steve tilts his head to the side, remembers how Eddie had groaned when he'd sat down, he looks tired. Or at least, more tired than someone undead should look, Steve guesses.

"Do you sleep?" He moves his fingers over the seam of his jeans, back and forth.

"Of course we sleep." Eddie scoffs, gives him a look, he doesn't call Steve an idiot, he never has, but the look he's giving him, he's got to be at least thinking it. Steve shakes his head.

"Okay, you sleep. But have you been? Like you personally?" He asks again, making sure Eddie knows what he means. The longer Steve looks at him the more exhausted he looks. Eddie stares at him, for a long time, his eyes moving over Steve like they're looking for something not apparent on the surface. Steve feels flushed and looks away again.

"I mean yeah, as much I can. Lots goin on. Kids. You know how it is." He shrugs, moves his eyes to his lap.

"Nancy and them don't help?" It's his first thought, that they'd be helping. Eddie snorts and shakes his head, lets it fall back and rest on the couch, his eyes closed.

"Naw. Nancy and the others are sort of useless right now, kinda wrapped up in exploring new relationships, if you catch my drift." He opens one eye and looks at Steve, waits for him to get it.

"Oh! Okay yeah, wait all of them?" His nose scrunches. Eddie laughs.

"Yeah, turns out Jonathan's big into stoners. Shame I didn't know that in middle school, could have got in on the ground floor." Eddie sighs, rubs at his eyes.

"Wait you... had a crush on Jonathan?" Steve knows he sounds judgmental. Eddie lifts his head and shrugs.

"I mean, he was like, one of maybe two people who didn't treat me like shit. What can I say? I'm easy." He shrugs again, turns his body and pulls one leg up on the couch, mirroring Steve. Steve snorts, bites his lip and looks away.

"So the kids are still a handful huh? Even though you can like... control them or whatever?" Steve licks his lips, tries to focus enough to let himself look back up, Eddie's eyes catch the light at this angle and it's... distracting to say the least. Eddie's laugh draws Steve right back in.

"Are you kidding me? In what world do you think anyone could control that group of shitheads. They're afraid of me sometimes, but I assure you, that only does so much." He scoffs, shakes his head, blinks at Steve as he stares. Steve shakes his head.

"I uh... I saw El, out there." Eddie nods.

"I um... I thought she was dead." He moves his hand through his hair, shoves it out of his eyes, doesn't miss the way Eddie's shinning eyes track it.

"Not quite dead. Max asked me to go get her. So I did." He shrugs, like it's no big deal.

"How does that even work?" Steve sighs, rubbing at his temple.

"Beats me. Far as I can tell, they had a connection from El bringing Max back to life. So when El "died", her connection to Max kept her alive enough for me to get to her. I don't know man. It's so much weird shit to think about. And I'm not sure El and Vecna even worked like us, ya know? Hard to kill." Eddie sighs, rubs his hand over his mouth.

"What about Max? You saved- or... you woke her up? I mean, her eyes were open in the hospital but she's wasn't- I mean she wasn't there, ya know?" Steve chews at his lip, needing to know if they missed it somehow, missed her coming back to them. Eddie looks at Steve, his hand moves, like he wants to reach out to Steve, to touch, but he moves it over his knee instead, his stained fingers digging into his jeans.

"She was there. Just... deep. Like... deep deep. Her brain scans didn't show anything, but I could hear her in there. Screaming." His voice is soft, it almost sounds like it's hurting him to talk about.

"And she's different now. Darker. Angry. But, she's mine. And she listens to me. Keeps me safe when I'm being stupid." Eddie shakes his head. Steve wonders what he and Max had been through before they'd rounded up the others.

"That's why I went and got El. She asked. And I answered." He shrugged.

"You didn't wanna go back." Steve realizes this as he says it. Eddie never would have gone back to the upside down, would rather die. But Max had asked it of him, and he'd gone. He'd gone back into hell for the little girl he used to give rides to when she missed the bus in the morning. Eddie shakes his head, once.

"But you did. For Max." Steve feels something inside him soften, thinks it might be hope. He'd thought his friends were gone, that they'd been turned into monsters, just shells of themselves. But looking at Eddie now, slumped and exhausted on his couch, he sees him, how he used to be, human, at least a little.

"She wanted her friend back. I get that. It was something I could do." He shrugged again, like it was nothing, his head falling to the side, resting on his arm on the back of the couch as he looked at Steve. Steve smiles at him, a genuine smile, Eddie smiles back, his fangs glistening, but Steve gets lost in his eyes again, the way they shimmer now is hypnotic. They sit like that for awhile, staring at each other. Until Eddie laughs and reaches into his pocket, he pulls out a pair of sunglasses.

"I know they're distracting man, sorry I can-"

"Don't." Steve reaches out, his fingers catching Eddie's wrist. Eddie stops, Steve gasps, his skin is cold to the touch. Steve doesn't pull away. Eddie leans closer, the glasses in his hand falling to the couch, forgotten. Steve gasps again as Eddie presses into his space, his eyes even closer now, glued to Steve's face as his fingers tighten around Eddie's wrist, the air between them is charged with something Steve has been trying to forget for months. Something that was there between them before, something he never thought he could have with Eddie, because he'd lost him. Eddie's glowing eyes are staring at his lips now.

"Steve-"

"Are you gonna turn me?" Steve breathes out, it punches out of his chest, he hadn't really meant to say it, but Eddie's tongue had darted out, run across his lip and caught on his now sharp teeth and Steve had felt, just briefly, just a momentary stab of it. Fear. As soon as the question leaves his lips Eddie is gone. Across the room with his back pressed against the wall, his hands trembling at his sides, lips pressed together as he shakes his head slowly.

"No. Not if you don't want me too." Steve sees his eyes flick toward the door, and then back, he shakes his head, more firmly this time, clearly hearing something Steve can't.

"Wha- really? After all this? You'd just... you'd-"

"Let you go." Eddie breathes it out like a prayer, a hushed whisper in the dimly lit room. He looks at Steve, and nods.

Steve feels like all the airs been punched out of him. He knows Eddie means it. Knows he'd let him go. Even if the others disagreed, he'd let him go.

"I told myself I wouldn't turn you unless you came willingly. Unless you said it was okay. And I'm gonna keep my word. I have to. About this. For you." Steve watches as a tear falls down Eddie's cheek. He stands from the couch, wanting to comfort him. Eddie holds his hand out, shakes his head, Steve stops.

"Don't. I... I have to ask you- or tell you- I..." he takes a deep breath.

"If you don't wanna come with us. Be one of us. I'll let you go. But you- you have to go. You have to leave. Leave this town behind and don't look back. I- we won't come after you. I promise. But you can't come back." He sniffles, wipes at his face, tears falling freely now. Steve's chest aches, he wishes he could run across the room, pull Eddie close.

"What about you? All of you?" Steve asks, wiping his palms on his thighs. Eddie chokes out a half laugh half sob as he shrugs.

"We'll be here. No one's coming back to this town. We'll be safe here." He tries to smile, to reassure Steve.

"But you- you'll be all alone. I mean they've-" he nods to door, to the others.

"They've all got someone and you-"

"It doesn't matter. Don't think about that." He shakes his head.

"You don't wanna be like us Steve. I know you don't. If you did... you'd've come looking for us. It's been months." He sniffles again and then he breaks, his face contorting as he falls to his knees.

"I took everyone away from you Steve. I'm a monster. Look at me!" He's sobbing now, and Steve tries to move, to get to him, but his legs won't move. He looks down at them and then back to Eddie, he's staring at Steve, keeping him away.

"Eddie-"

"It's okay Steve. It has to be your choice. And you don't want this. You don't want me. You deserve better." He stands on shakey legs, wipes at his face again, his eyes shining unbelievably brightly through his tears.

"You deserve better than this," he moves to the door, wraps his fingers around the doorknob, looks over his shoulder with a sad smile,

"Go out and find it." He yanks the door open and disappears through it. It slams behind him, and for another half a second Steve can't move. Can't move his legs to chase after Eddie, can't move his mouth to yell for him to come back, can't even move his arm to wipe away his own tears that have fallen as he watched Eddie fall apart in front of him.

And then he can move. His body flies forward, he stumbles into the wall and then runs to the door, swings it open so hard it hits the wall and leaves a dent. But it doesn't matter. Nothing matters. The street is empty. Nothing but leaves and fog. No trace of Eddie, or the kids, or his friends. All of them, gone again. Because Eddie let him go.

~*~

He packs light. Not sure how far around Hawkins has been evacuated and abandoned, but he'll find someone, somewhere. It's half hearted at best, he's maybe half hoping he won't make it anywhere, have to turn around. But he packs, and starts walking.

He doesn't make it very far. Hits the town line and stops, his entire body shaking. He doesn't want this. Doesn't want to leave the only people who ever cared about him behind. He never wanted it. Never wanted to get away. That's why he stayed. He never even tried to leave. Just sat in his house waiting for them.

He sinks to his knees, hands in his hair. He can't leave. Can't leave Eddie. He won't. Won't leave any of them. He slams his hands down onto his thighs and screams. Screams until his voice cracks, and no sound will come out. He falls foward, resting his head in his hands, his back heaving as he tries to breathe.

"Told you he wouldn't do it."

Steve startles and falls onto his butt, the sun shining in his eyes, he raises his hand to block it and sees the shadowy silhouettes of his friends.

"Robin? ... guys?"

"Yeah Doofus. It's us." A hand reaches down and Robin pulls him to his feet with ease. Steve glances around, no sign of Eddie, just Robin, Nancy, Jonathan, and Argyle. They all nod at him, smiling, all of them wearing sunglasses.

"You can go in the sun." He says, nothing else comes directly to mind.

"Obviously. We took her during the day." Nancy says, like he's an idiot, but she's still smiling, her arm snakeing around Robin's waist. Steve shakes his head, looks around again, makes sure he didn't miss Eddie on the first glance.

"He's not here." Jonathan says gently, patting Steve's shoulder as they start walking back to town.

"He's at home. Sulking." Robin tunes in.

"Aw c'mon, leave the guy alone. He just had his heart broken give him at least a few days to grieve." Argyle chimes in, kicking at a rock and sending it soring into the early morning mist.

"I mean he could have at least followed Steve like us, made sure he actually left before he went full sulk. I mean, just common sense. Of which Steve has none." Robin reaches over Nancy's shoulder, ruffles Steve's hair, he swats at her, his chest feeling lighter with each step they take.

"He was giving the man space to make his own choice. Tryin to be mature and shit. Let him have it!" Argyle argued, making Jonathan laugh and pull him close, they all seemed to need to be touching each other now. Steve kicked a rock himself, smiling when it only went a few feet. They walked in silence for a bit, Steve wandering to walk next to Robin. She bumped his shoulder with hers, making him look up from his feet.

"You didn't say anything. Back at the house." He mused, it wasn't really a question, but it sort of was. Robin snorted.

"Yeah I know. Figured it was best. Eddie said he had it handled. Had an idea. Plus you know me. I start talking I don't stop. And if hadn't stopped, Eddie woulda gotten mad. And a mad Eddie is really no fun these days. Such a grumpy gus. He gets all growly and hissy."

"And you're making your point." Steve chimed in, cutting her off gently. Robin laughed and wrapped her arms around him as they walked.

"Oh yeah, mad Eddie is not a good time. Though... Steve might like it. He's not fun to be around when he's pissed but he is attractive that way." Jonathan said, clearly thinking outloud.

"Oh yeah, man is hot as hell when he's angry. Lot of confusing boners on this end let me tell ya." Argyle sighed, sounding sad. Nancy snorted and shoved the boys away.

"No one needed to know that." She said, stopping walking and looking at Steve. They all stopped around her, she nodded to the house behind them. It was one of the mansions on the other end of town. There were bikes and trampolines and broken things strewn across the massive lawn.

"This is where we wall stay. We each have our own little spaces through town, for privacy. Ya know. But this is home." Nancy shrugged, then lifted her chin, motioning behind Steve.

"Eddie's private place is the trailer park. I saw him heading that way last night. He was alone." Nancy smiled. Steve nodded, set his shoulders, and was promptly pulled into a slightly painful hug by Robin.

"Ow ow ow ow." Steve's voice was emotionless as Nancy and Jonathan pried Robin off him.

"Human. He's human." Jonathan reminded her.

"Sorry sorry. I just missed you. Good luck dingus." She kissed his cheek, ruffled his hair again, just to get an annoyed sigh out of him, and then tangled herself in Nancy's arms as they walked through the gates of their huge home. Steve watched them go for a moment and then set off toward the trailer park.

It wasn't far, but it felt like miles. He was so close to the end now, if it even was an ending he was heading for, he felt like he might vibrate out of his skin. He couldn't stop the smile on his face as he walked toward the sun, he shoved his sunglasses onto his face and started running.

~*~

Eddie's trailer door swings open as Steve runs into the park, his hands are on his hips as he watches Steve slow to a walk, trying to catch his breath before he's face to face with Eddie. He's about twenty feet away when his legs stop working again. He comes to a stop against his wishes, the top of his body wobbling as it tries to keep moving.

"Will you stop doing that!" Steve yells up at Eddie, slamming his own hands onto his own hips in frustration, Eddie is scowling at him.

"What're you doing here?" He calls, crossing his arms now, Steve can see his pointed nails digging into his arm through his sleeve.

"Eddie stop. You're hurting yourself." Steve almost falls as he tries to move forward again. Eddie looks down at his arm, his hand relaxing, his eyes widening, he clearly hadn't even felt it. He wipes the blood on his pants and walks down the steps of his trailer. He still doesn't let Steve go.

"What. Are. You doing here?" Eddie repeats, his hands falling to his sides, one of Steve's feet moves about an inch through the gravel underfoot, Eddie didn't seem to notice. He must be getting tired, Steve thinks, and then immediately after, he's been tired for a long time now.

"I'm not leaving." Steve says, crosses his arms, defiant. Eddie sighs. Walks a little closer.

"You heard what I said Steve. You can't-"

"You were wrong." Steve cuts him off, watches Eddie's lip twitch at being interrupted.

"Excuse me?" His eyes widen as he stops walking, Steve's foot moves a little more.

"I heard you. But you were wrong. What you said. You were wrong about me." Steve tries his best to keep his eyes locked on Eddie's, but the heat crawling over his skin from Eddie's lingering gaze makes it difficult.

"What exactly was I wrong about?" Eddie huffs, stubborn as always. Steve huffs a laugh.

"I want to be here. I want this. I wanna be like you. I-" he stops, his heart pounding as Eddie creeps closer, his eyes locked on Steve's mouth.

"You what?" Eddie swallows hard, he's maybe a yard from Steve now. Three feet. Steve just had to make it three feet.

"I want you. I've always wanted you. And I lost you. Thought I could never have you. And then I heard your stupid fucking voice in my head." Eddie smirks at this.

"Asshole. Thought I was going crazy." Steve grumbles, drags his foot another few inches. Eddie shrugs, doesn't care.

"But I want this. I want to be here. With all of you. Be like all of you. Everyone here is my family. I belong here. With them. And with you." Steve nods at Eddie as he shakes his head, Steve takes a full on step towards Eddie.

"Steve I'm-"

"Stop." He takes two more steps, Eddie stares at him.

"You're not a monster Eddie. Not the way you think you are." He grunts and takes three more steps, closing the distance as Eddie stands still, watches as Steve fights his way to him.

"You helped Max. You went back into hell to bring her friend back to her. I know horrible things happened to you. And that you've probably done horrible things to get everyone where they are now." Eddie flinches at a memory Steve can't see. He furrows his brow and takes 3 more steps, coming toe to toe with Eddie.

"But we're here. And we're together. And I wanna be with you. Let me be with you." He moves his hands up to hold Eddie's face, he leans into Steve's warmth immediately.

"I'm not going anywhere. I'm staying here with you. You told me to go find what I deserve. So here I am." Eddie's lip tembles, Steve moves his thumb over it gentle.

"I found you."

"Steve." His name is a sob in Eddie's mouth as he wilts forward, into Steve's arms. Steve catches him easily, wraps his arms around him as Eddie clings to him, he sobs into Steve's shoulder as Steve soothes him, moves his hands over Eddie's back as he nuzzles into his neck. A chill crawls across Steve's skin as Eddie's nose moves against his throat. Eddie freezes in his arms, his hands tighten where they hold Steve, his hold sharp and stinging with pain as his nails dig into Steve.

"It's okay. I want you to. Please." Steve begs, one hand sliding up into Eddie's hair. Eddie pulls back then, his nose bumping Steve's as he stares into his eyes.

"Thank you. For coming back." He breathes, and presses his lips to Steve's, kisses him softly, his lips moving gently and perfectly against Steve's. Steve holds him close, moans when Eddie licks into his mouth, his sharp teeth nipping at his lip before Eddie moves, pressed kisses into Steve's cheek, his mouth moving across Steve skin before his lips settle on his throat.

"I never really left." Steve whispers, his breath stuttering in his chest for the last time as Eddie's teeth sink into his skin, Steve sighs, his hands clinging to Eddie as warmth rushes through him, his veins feel like fire for a brief moment. He squeezes his eyes shut, whimpers as Eddie's teeth sink deeper, as his nails cut deeply into his skin as Eddie yanks him impossibly closer. His body feels like ice, the pain ebbing away to a dull throb in his neck as he feels Eddie's mouth leave him. He whimpers again, grabbing at Eddie, thinking he's pulling away.

"Shh I know. I'm right here. It's okay." Eddie voice, but it's different, Steve can feel him, everywhere. He pulls Eddie closer, his eyes still locked shut as he buries his face in Eddie's neck, getting as close to him as he can.

"Steve. I'm here. It's okay. Hey." He feels Eddie pull away again, feels his hand against his forehead as he pushes his hair out his face.

"Steve." Eddie's fingers move down his face, trace over his eyes, down his nose, across his lips.

"Open your eyes." Eddie whispers these words against his lips, it's not an order, but Steve follows it like one anyway. He opens his eyes, and sees a world on fire.

He gasps, tugs Eddie closer as his eyes dart wildly around them, everything shimmers with it's own light, he squints and hisses when he looks up and the sun hits his eyes, burying his face in Eddie's shoulder before pulling back again to look at Eddie. If he had any breath left in him the sight before him would have knocked it out again.

Eddie is beautiful. Always has been. But this, the way he shines in this new light, it's breathtaking. As Steve's eyes adjust the old Eddie comes back into view, less shimmery, but no less beautiful. Steve stares at him, blinking rapidly, smiling at him. Eddie smiles back, and it's blinding, shimmer or no shimmer.

"Hey there." Eddie sighs, his hands moving to the sides of Steve's face.

"Hey yourself." Steve breathes with a laugh, his eyes wandering a bit before falling back to Eddie again. He's still smiling.

"It's beautiful." He laughs, burying his face in Eddie's neck again. Eddie presses kisses into his hair and holds him close. Steve feels him sigh deeply, his whole body relaxing into Steve. Steve pulls back to look at him. His brow furrowed, he tilts his head, his eyes moving over Eddie's face like the pages of a book. And he can... smell something... and feel it. He tilts his head to the side, Eddie is still, lets Steve study him, his brows raised, waiting. Steve sniffs him, noses into his neck and then looks at him again.

"You were worried I wouldn't like it. That I'd change my mind and leave." Steve says, his voice sad. And he feels the sadness, because Eddie feels it. Eddie huffs a laugh, his eyes falling closed for a moment before he opens them and looks at Steve with adoration.

"I knew you'd be good at this." He smiles, tugs Steve into a kiss that has his knees wobbling. He can feel the kiss everywhere, his head spins with the new sensations, Eddie shoves one hand under his shirt, drags his nails down Steve's back and has him whimpering into his mouth as Steve clings to him, tries to deepen the kiss, wanting more. Eddie pulls back, sets his finger against Steve's lips.

"Ah ah ah. Patience." Eddie moves his finger away slowly, smirking when Steve's mouth chases it. He bumps his nose against Steve's and grabs his hand, tangling their fingers together. He rests his forehead against Steve's. Steve lets out a shakey breath, out of habit, not necessity.

"Oh I'm in trouble aren't I?" Steve asks, his hands shaking as they make their way to Eddie's hips. Eddie mirrors him, pushing his fingers under Steve's shirt, the barely there touch of his skin has Steve knees buckling, Eddie catches him easily, like Steve weighs nothing.

"Oh, you have no idea." Eddie wiggles his eyebrows at Steve and lifts him. Picks him up easily, letting Steve wrap his legs around his waist as he walks back toward the trailer, his hands trailing up Steve's back again, making Steve tremble and cling to him, whining into his shoulder.

"Eddie." His fingers tangle in Eddie vest as he climbs the stairs to the trailer.

"Down." One word. And Steve is on his feet, his hands on Eddie's shoulder to steady himself, he blinks dazedly at Eddie.

"Good boy." Eddie praises as he swings the door open.

"Did you just-"

"Nope. That one was all you babe." Eddie smirks.

"Oh that's annoying." Steve huffs. Eddie nods, but shrugs.

"I won't do it if you don't want me to. Promise." Eddie curls his fingers around Steve's elbow, pulls him close, kisses him sofly.

"Okay. What if I do want you to?" Steve asks, his teeth, sharp now, an odd feeling now that he's paying attention, digging into his lip.

"You want me to give you an order Steve?" Eddie asks, his fingers moving over Steve's lips, the tips are shining when he moves them away, blood. Steve had bitten into his lip. He furrows his brow, he hadn't even felt it.

"It's okay. You'll get used to 'em." Eddie licks his fingers and Steve feels lightheaded. Eddie smiles at him.

"You'll get used to that too. Order yes or no?" He asks again. Steve nods, eager. Eddie nods.

"Okay. Steve." Steve feels Eddie's voice rumble through him, down to his toes, his hair standing on end in anticipation. Eddie leans close, presses his lips to Steve's ear.

"Go inside and take your clothes off." He whispers, and Steve, honestly unsure at this point if it was an order or not, does as he's told. He watches Eddie close the door as he shoves his pants off his ankles, watches him click the lock into place as Steve stands there, naked and waiting. He watches as Eddie stands there, watching him, a smile crawling across his lips the more nervous Steve feels.

"Good boy." Eddie praises and Steve melts, presses himself to Eddie as soon as Eddie's hand reaches for him. Eddie wraps his arm around Steve's waist, pulls him close, nuzzles into Steve's neck where his teeth had been not ten minutes ago. Steve shivers in Eddie's grip and feels Eddie laugh against his throat.

"So that's gonna be like... a thing now?" Steve asks, his hand moving into Eddie's hair again as Eddie's trails his pointed nails over the skin of Steve's thigh.

"The naked thing or the throat thing?" Eddie asks, pressing kisses across Steve's shoulder before trailing back up.

"The thro- ah! Throat thing!" Steve stutters, clinging to Eddie again as he presses his tongue to the puncture wounds on Steve's neck.

"Goddamn it." Steve breathes, his knees shaking again. Eddie laughs again and moves to look at Steve.

"He just did that. And yeah, definitely a thing." Eddie nods, scrunches his nose at Steve and smiles that blinding smile when Steve scrunches his nose right back at him.

"So what now?" Steve asks, his fingers curling at the nape of Eddie neck, making his lashes flutter.

"I was thinking bed." Eddie hums. Steve gasps.

"Me too. What a coincidence." Eddie smiles and shakes his head.

"I meant sleep. You need sleep. For now." Eddie soothes his knuckles over Steve's cheek, he leans into the touch humming happily.

"I am kinda tired." Steve mumbles, his eyes already falling closed as he leans into Eddie's side.

"I know. Come on. Let's get you to bed." Eddie guides him to the bed, helps him under the covers, brushing his hair out his face as he watches him.

"Eddie?" Steve sighs sleepily.

"Hmm." He hums, looking down at Steve. He opens his eyes and looks up at Eddie, determined. Eddie cocks an eyebrow at him.

Steve puts his fingers to his temple like fucking Charles Xavier.

"Take your clothes off." He smiles, his hand dropping to the pillow under his head as his eyes flutter shut again. Eddie laughs and shakes his head, starts tugging his clothes off.

"Whatever you say dear." He mumbles, climbing into bed next to Steve, humming when Steve clambers close, settling on Eddie's chest.

"Worked." He mumbles, his fingers moving gently over the skin of Eddie's ribs as he snuggles closer.

"Sure did." Eddie whispers into Steve's hair, tangling his fingers there as he watches Steve sleep for almost an hour before he begins to drift off himself.

He vaguely hears the front door rattle, hears tapping on a few of the windows, and hums, snuggling deeper into Steve's arms, thanking himself for locking the door, knowing his... their children, were not to be trusted with open doors, or privacy of any kind. He smiles, rubbing his cheek into Steve's hair as he pulls Eddie closer in his sleep, and blatantly ignores the little shits, lets himself fall deeper and deeper into sleep. Something that had been alluding him since all this started, since he'd woken up screaming in the upside down, coughing up blood and nearly clawing into his own throat with nails sharp as knives.

But he had what he needed now. All that he needed. He had a family. Had his kids. Had Steve. He forced his eyes open, needing to see him again, just one more time. He moved his fingers through Steve's hair gently, pushing strands out his face, off his forehead, smiling as Steve hummed and snuggled closer. He moved his hand down, resting it on Steve's neck as he let his eyes fall shut again. He'd talk to the kids later. Let them play with Steve all they wanted. Let them show him the night, and all it held for them. But for now, for this moment, Steve was his, and he was Steve's, and they could, both of them, after everything, finally rest.

[nervoushottee]

My list of babygirl and why:

Kratos (from God of War games): he so big and angsty and I actually love him. He’s trying to be a better person each day from trying to be a good father with Atreus and befriending Freya. OMG he’s just so sweet and soft in his own way. I Can see the potential. It would be the SLOWEST burn to be with him due to his past and him and a person but it would be so worth it. He’ll protect you and keep you from harm He so Big, in more ways than one.

Venom: Don’t @ me on this one. But @ me at the same time. He’s so big (can you tell there’s a pattern here?) like HUGE, I’m sure in more ways than one. His tongue??? Those white eyes??? Cmon who wouldn’t want that?

Simon Riley (Ghost): HES SOO BIGGGGG. It would be the SLOWEST burn right along with Kratos. Due to his past but he’s literally so pretty (even with the mask bcc it’s his demeanor and voice that makes him pretty you don’t even need to see his face and respect his wishes). He’s protective and you always knows he’s watching you to keep and eye out.

Miguel O’Hara: HES SOO FUCKING BIG. My brain is filled with vampire babygirl and I want him to love me. He is my favorite rn. He’s so angsty and it will be a big slow burn too but worth it in the way he treats you behind closed doors. HES BIGG AND SO TALL OMG OMG OMG. Like show me how big you are (Oscar Isaac I love you)

Steve Harrington: he’s not as big in height but he’s just as big somewhere else *wink*. He’s my soft man that just wants to be loved and take care of you. you’re the passenger princess always, he will drive you anywhere you need to go no problem. I love him so much. (Joe keery I love you)

How could I forget JOEL MILLER: Both game and HBO version (Pedro pascal I love you). He’s angsty and mean and protective omg. He’s big y’all leave me alone omg I love home

All of these men are my Gentle Giants idc