#some day i will make a well formed and complete thynge

[supervillainny]

Steddie snip

Steve opened his eyes and immediately scrambled backwards, breath catching in his chest and eyes wide. The reassuring solidity of the headboard behind him was something, sure, but what he wouldn't give for the reassuring solidity of the goddamn nail bat in his hand.

Eddie - dead Eddie, torn-up Eddie, Eddie who was dripping spectral blood that wasn't sinking into his sheets - watched with an amused curl on his split lips.

"What the fuck, man?" Steve shrilled, and Eddie- somewhat inexplicably - licked his finger and drew an imaginary score mark in the air before he shook his head, flicking his hair back. There was a weird, odd shimmer in the air, and when he faced Steve again he was almost back to his usual self, if not for the slight transparency around the edges of him.

"Asshole move, huh?" Eddie said, low voice carrying a little laugh in it, and Steve nodded dumbly and then shook his head.

"What - what are you doing here?"

Because - okay. These days Eddie appearing in his bed in the middle of the night wasn't exactly a rarity, only Steve usually woke up immediately after. Woke up with a raging hard-on and tears in his eyes, and someday he was pretty sure he was gonna need some kinda therapy to get his sex life back on track.

"You have to help me," Eddie said, flat and serious, and Steve was nodding before he even finished.

"Anything."

It put a weird look on Eddies face for a second. Startled. Shocked, maybe. He shook it off, though, cleared his throat.

"I need you to remind people of what an asshole I am," he said, and Steve blinked at him for a second.

"You need me to - what?"

"I need you to blacken my name! Remind the universe how many times people told me to go to hell, dammit!"

Eddie pushed both his hands into his hair, flopping back onto Steve's mattress and not even making a dent.

"Apparently," he said, "saving a kid with your final moments gets you a one way ticket into the place upstairs." Eddie made a face at whatever was on Steve's face - confusion, maybe a little awe. "Steve," he said flatly. "Do you have any idea how much the music sucks up there?"