#i should just make them fuck atp where's my smut one shot and why is it still in the wips folder

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sneak peek at pt 21 (part 20 isn't even published yet shh) of my vampire!steve and human!eddie au. part one and links to my ao3 in my pinned

“Can you tell me what you saw, what Heather made you do, exactly? And Chrissy, too. Since vampires can’t be compelled, why was Chrissy in on it?” Steve asks quietly, trying to keep his voice leveled. From what he gathered, Heather compelled Eddie at some point and also somehow convinced Chrissy to separate him from the others, and he wants, no, needs, to know why.

Eddie inhales a measured, slow breath. “Honestly, I don’t know why Chris would do this, there’s no way she’d do it if she had any other choice. Maybe they threatened her, I don’t know. But with me….” He hesitates.

“Dude, come on, you can just say it. I mean, I get it, Heather’s a real grade A asshole, so nothing would surprise me. Honestly, what did she make you do?” Steve asks quietly.

Eddie clears his throat. “She wanted me to get to you, to get under your skin. To befriend you. It didn’t matter how, she just wanted me to get close. She wanted me to act on my first thought, to be ‘spontaneous, baby, make it fun.’” Eddie shudders at the memory, the violation. “It explains everything, now that I know.”

“Everything?” Steve’s tone says what he doesn’t, and Eddie picks up on it.

“Okay. First of all, sweetheart, you kissed me.”

Sweetheart?

“I know I was bleeding from my lip and whatever–”

Steve blows a raspberry. “I’m a vampire –” but Eddie waves him off.

“Whatever, that’s not important right now, so just let me finish. Alright, I’m the one who just got mind fucked by a goddamn vampire, okay.”

“When did it happen?”

Eddie sighs, annoyed. “Some time after the first time we ‘hung out,’ the first night Chrissy invited me over. Will you let me finish?”

Steve doesn’t answer, just gestures with his hand and a roll of his eyes.

“As I was saying, your uppity highness– she said she wanted me to get close to you, so, I tried. I tried, but every time I made even an attempt to talk to you, you’d brushed me off, kept pushing me away. And, dude? I hated you because of it. You were driving me insane. I couldn't get you and getting close to you out of my head, and I needed to know what your issue was. Because, normally, I wouldn’t care. You're hot, sweetheart, I liked you when we first met, but I’m not someone who gives a shit if you don’t want anything to do with me. Don't want me, no problem, that's easy song writing material, ya know what I mean? Except, suddenly, I did, and it was making my skin crawl and it was driving me up the goddamn wall, so yeah, this? This explains it.

“Because I’m not exactly what you'd call spontaneous, I’m not… I’m not the guy who follows another dude into the bathrooms to bitch at him about why he doesn’t like me. I'm a runner for the most part, I run from the serious scary shit, I’m not the guy who invites a vampire into my home, to my room, to make the first move. I make underhanded comments, I’m sorta apathetic when it comes to my feelings, I’m obvious without being too obvious. But she made me into that guy and I– god, I fucking hate her for making me into that, into a version of myself that isn’t me . And the worst part is the fact it’s still there. She made me remember what she did to me, but there’s still a part of me that is still under her spell, still sired to go against myself, against the part of me that’s so used to really running and avoiding.

“And for the record, no, I can see it in your face but no, I don’t regret it but, dammit, I should have been given more of a choice to be me when…" Eddie stutters, eyes down towards the gas pump. He takes a deep breath and Steve holds on to it like a wire.

"When what?" Steve murmurs.

"When we kissed. It should have been me. I deserved to have been the version of me that is me, because the thing is, you kissed me first and, sure, blood was involved and maybe it didn’t really mean anything, but then I kissed you again… I kissed you and you kissed me back.”

Eddie turns to look at Steve and gasps, because like before, Steve has got himself hooked on Eddie Munson and has unconsciously reeled himself into his space again. They’re so close that it’s impossible to miss the specks of freckles that litter Eddie’s face, vampire site be damned. Eddie swallows tightly, eyes darting down, and Steve mirrors the motions.

Steve’s about to open his mouth, to reassure him, to tell him he understands, to say he’d like to try again with the version of Eddie that Eddie wants to present, to get to know him, to make it real because he’s tethered just as much and it isn’t just his blood (or maybe it is)– but then the gas handle clinks and both men jump and separate, and the moment is over.