#stranger things supernatural au

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

destiel!steddie part 4!

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | AO3: you can hear the call (when trouble's on the way)

It was nearly 7:30 when Wayne got back with breakfast, so the three made their way to the small sliver of grass in the middle of the hotel lot to wait for Robin, Nancy, and Dustin.

Eddie hops up to sit on the lone rickety picnic table, Steve taking the least dilapidated spot on the bench he could find, right around where Eddie’s knee was, and Wayne sitting at the opposite corner.

Wayne and Steve kick up an easy conversation about growing up in Hawkins, and Eddie does his best to pay attention, nodding and humming at the right times while he eats his breakfast sandwich and tries not to think about his dream from the night before.

Tries not to think about the feeling of Steve's wings under his hands, about the weight of his own that he still feels along his back like phantom limbs, tries desperately not to think about the feeling of the angel around him, below him, inside him. 

He does, however, think about the Steve in his dream. The Steve that bore the wings of an angel, but that even Eddie could tell was less stiff and unknowing, more human; as if the real Steve and angel Steve had fused into one.

He knows he’s doing a shit job of keeping up with the conversation because Steve reaches up and taps his leg to get his attention.

“Are you okay Eddie? Your face is all red.”

“And you stopped eatin’ your sandwich a little while ago.” Wayne points out.

Eddie looks at them both, ignoring the flash of heat that shoots through him from looking down at Steve (again) from where he’s seated above him on the table, and swallows the still-not-fully-chewed bite he’d taken of his breakfast.

”Yeah, yeah, I’m fine, just had a weird dream is all.”

“Well don’t think too hard on it now, it was just a dream.”

“Ain’t that the truth..” Eddie grumbles to himself, earning him strange looks from the other two.

Just then, he catches sight of that same maroon BMW from yesterday pulling into the hotel lot. “Oh look, the girls are here.” He shoves his half eaten sandwich back into the bag and unfolds himself from where he was sitting cross-legged on the tabletop, standing up and walking down the length of the table toward the newcomers before hopping down to greet them.

“Hey Eddie,” Nancy greets, “Is Steve ready?”

Eddie glances over her shoulder to Robin and the supposed Dustin; a shorter teen that must only be 14 or 15, with a rounded face and licks of curls falling down his face from under a trucker cap. “I will make sure he’s good. Here,” he digs into his pocket for his keys, “you can open up the back doors and we’ll hang out there while they talk.”

He drops the keys into her palm and gestures towards his parked van. Nancy nods once and turns back to Robin and Dustin. 

Eddie does a half-jog back to Steve and Wayne, the latter of whom is doing his best to comfort the former, who looks significantly paler than he had before.

“Hey angel, you doing okay?”

“Eddie, it’s still me…the real Steve?” Steve looks at him confused for a split second then it clicks, “Oh..you were trying to be cute.”

“Not tryin’ darlin’, doin’.” Eddie smarms back in his best impression of Wayne’s drawl he can muster, throwing the ange–man a smirk and a wink for good measure. “Seriously though, are you ready for this?”

“Yeah, I think so. I kinda don’t have a choice.” Steve shrugs, looking down at the sun-bleached wood in front of him. “He needs this.”

Wayne gives Steve a nod and a clap on the shoulder as he strides past him toward Eddie’s van. 

Eddie moves to sit backwards beside Steve on the bench, the edge of the table cutting into his back. “You’ve got this Stevie, I am 100% certain he still loves you.” He reaches up and grasps onto the shoulder nearest to him and when Steve smiles softly at him with those beautiful hazel eyes, Eddie has to fight the urge to lean forward to kiss his stupidly pretty face.

“Thanks, Eddie.”

“No problem, sunshine.” he looks back toward the main lot and gives a thumbs-up to Robin and Dustin, who start towards their table.

He stands, using Steve’s shoulder way more than he needed to hoist himself up, grunting like an old man as he does; a last-minute attempt to make Steve laugh.

It works, and looking down at Steve, his head held back obnoxiously far just to look up at Eddie, was a mistake.

Because this time, the eyes win.

He leans down on instinct to press a comforting kiss to Steve’s hairline, pulling away and heading to his van before even fully realizing what he’d done.

“Oh fucking hell…” he mutters to himself.

“How’re you doing, lover boy?” Nancy chides him from her spot on the single beanbag he had stashed in his cargo area.

He huffs in exasperation and sits on the bumper next to Wayne, who is also chortling good-naturedly at him.

“Et tu, Wayne?” Eddie shakes his head and hangs it into his palms.

He looks up soon after though, hearing tones of a shrill yelling coming from the young boy now clamped onto Steve, back heaving with sobs.

Steve’s comforting timbre reflects across to them and Eddie pretends his hardest that he’s not affected by the sight of Steve with the young Dustin.

It’s too much to watch, but luckily Nancy seems to have the same train of thought and starts bothering him and Wayne about their other recent hunts.

They give her the rundown on everything, when they’d started, the basics to look out for on her own, other hunts they’ve done nearby so she knows what may be around.

In turn, she tells them about their adventures in what they call The Upside Down; something about a boy coming back from the dead, the chief of police also coming back from the dead, her friend dying in Steve’s backyard.. everything.

It’s a lot to take in at once to be completely honest.

She’s finishing up her tale when Robin gestures for them to come over.

“That’s all you two.” Wayne groans as he stands and stretches. “I’m gonna get us packed up, ‘kay Ed?”

He nods, and follows Nancy to the rickety table. “Hey bud, heard a lot about your party’s adventures with your paladin here,” Eddie says to Dustin as he approaches he and Steve from behind, placing a hand on the latter's shoulder in what he hopes is a comforting gesture. “Name’s Eddie Munson.”

“Dustin Henderson, Bard.” he reaches a hand out for Eddie to shake.

“Aha! Good choice, Dusty; I’m partial to playing as a tiefling bard myself, when I’m not DM-ing.” Eddie shrugs.

“Are you getting any of this?” Steve stage-whispers to the girls, who just roll their eyes.

“Shush Steve!” Dustin admonishes, “The cool kids are talking.”

“Oh, is that what you’re doing? Sounds like gibberish to me.”

“Pfft, that’s not gibberish, Stevie, this is gibberish: Mae govannen, mellon nîn!”

Steve splutters out a well-meaning: “What in the hell was that??” at the same time Dustin practically screeches: “Oh my god, you know Elvish! That’s so freakin’ cool! Eddie, you have to teach me!”

“Calm down, Dusty, sure I will,” he smiles down at the kid and ruffles his hat over his curls. He looks up at Nancy, who gives him a sheepish look and points to her watch. “But right now I think it’s time for you three to get going, yeah?”

The color drains from his face and he looks up at him, then over to Steve. His eyes start to grow wet, but surprisingly, says “Where is Steve going to go?”

Oh shit, did they not tell him this part?

“I’m going back to my vacation bud.”

“Yeah, he really needs the time to get his head right after all the fights he lost, remember?” Robin chides the two of them, almost reluctantly. Like she can’t help but fall into the joke despite her anger at the situation.

Steve smiles softly at her, his eyes also starting to fill with tears, then turns to Dustin, scrubbing his cap down on his head like Eddie had before, but uses his hand on Dustin’s head to pull the kid into his chest. “I’ll be just fine, bud, I’ll be back to you guys before you know it.”

Dustin’s “You better.” is muffled by Steve’s sweater.

Eddie moves away from them, giving Steve’s shoulder a slight squeeze before gesturing to Robin and Nancy to follow him a couple steps away from the table.

“Here, I want you guys to have our contact info.” he hands Nancy a folded piece of the hotel stationary and points to each line of chicken scratch when she opens it. “That’s Wayne’s home phone, my main burner, give me a call so I have your number and I’ll make sure to get you every new number if I switch out, yeah?”

“This your address?” Robin asks, pointing to the bottom of the page.

“Sure is; If any of you guys need a place to lay low, need anything really, that’s where we are. It’s a junkyard, but it’s home.” He pauses for a split second, “And I mean that literally, it’s actually a junkyard. Just in case you come lookin’.”

The two smile at him and Nancy tucks the paper away. “Got it. Thanks, Eddie.”

“C’mon Dustin, you’re mom’s gonna worry if we don’t get you back soon!” Robin calls back as she turns to the BMW.

“I will text you, make sure you call if anything happens with Steve, won’t you?”

“Yeah, of course, Nance.”

With that she gives him a nod, then gestures with her chin towards the picnic table.

Before he can even turn all the way, Dustin’s standing in front of him.

“You’re gonna call right? Or, do you have an email? I gotta run some campaign ideas by you, and holy shit, Elvish?? Seriously?? Will is never gonna believe it.”

Eddie just chuckles. “Sure man, Nancy has my number, make sure she bothers me for it, ‘kay? Now get goin’, I don’t want to incur the wrath of Ms. Henderson.”

“You haven’t even met her.” Dustin rolls his eyes but heads to the car anyway, climbing into the back seat behind Nancy and waving as they pull out of the lot.

Following the car’s path while waving back leaves him facing the table again. 

Steve’s sitting on top of the table now, feet on the bench and his head in his hands.

“You okay St–” 

Steve looks up at the sound of his voice, but vanishes in a blink.

“...What the fuck?!”

–-

The ride back to Wayne’s was quiet. Eddie’s over-thinking about Steve dampening any conversation attempts by Wayne.

‘Is he okay? Did he just need to get back? Or was it because of me…damn it was probably me. The angel probably knows about the dream and now he’s freaked out…’

“I got the contact info from my buddy, I should know pretty soon if you’ve got a new ride.”

‘…and seriously, why the dream, and why the fuck did I kiss him??’

“Eddie?”

‘Am I stupid? I’ve only known him for what, a few months?’

“Ed!”

“Huh? What are you yelling about, Wayne?” Eddie says as he’s snapped out of his thoughts.

“I’ve been talking at’cha for a while now, you still thinkin’ ‘bout your angel?”

“For the last time, old man, he’s not my angel…but yes.”

“You’re fine Eddie, don’t think about it too hard or you’ll worry yourself into an early grave.”

Wayne continues despite Eddie’s harrumphing. “He likes you just fine m’boy. Just take it easy and everything will fall into place.”

“You and I both know you don’t know that for sure.”

“Yeah but does it make y’feel better?”

Eddie snorts out a laugh “Sure Wayne, it helps. Now, what is it you were yelling at me about earlier?”

Wayne turns the van onto his long driveway. “I was tellin’ you that I got that hunter’s contact from my buddy Bobby. Imma give him a call later on and see if he’d be okay with you takin’ his baby.”

“Ah, gotcha.”

“In the meantime though, let’s see what we can get you workin’ on, keep your mind off things.” Wayne says as he parks the van.

“Uh huh, I think you just want some free labor outta me.” Eddie rolls his eyes and gets out, grabbing his duffle on the way.

He does get to work almost as soon as he steps foot inside; thinks that if he keeps himself busy enough, he won't have time to think about the angel (spoiler alert: it doesn't work).

He starts fixing up a couple things around the house that had been neglected with he and Wayne both being out on hunts. A leaky bathroom faucet here, a door sagging in its frame there, washing the two bloody sigils from the stairwell, re-drawing demon circles. 

Wayne leaves a couple times on his own in the next month, meeting up with old hunter friends, and taking care of some small cases; that’s about when Eddie runs out of projects to do in the house.

He starts working in the junkyard then, getting cars moved around, cleaning things up, even starting to fix up a couple of the ones in better shape in order to sell.

He’s working on an older model Beetle when Steve comes back.

Eddie’s deep in the engine and the song on the little radio changes. He bursts out laughing at the absurdity of the radio just knowing, but starts singing along nonetheless.

“Steeeephen, Steeeeeeephen.. Whhyyyyyy won’t you call me? Stephen, why won’t you call me?” 

“I do not have a phone to do so, Eddie.”

“FUCKIN--” Oof, that’s gonna leave a bump.

He shuffles out from under the beetle’s engine hood rubbing the back of his head to glare at the still just as beautiful angel before him. “Oh, so now’s when you decide to show up?”

Steve tilts his head again, that damn confused puppy look, “You called my name. Of course I’d come.”

“What?” Had he really not said his name until now? “I’m sure I’ve said it before.”

“If you had, I would have come.”

“No, I’m sure, just the other night I swore I sa—“ 

‘NOPE NOPE! STOP! Do NOT continue that thought, idiot.’ Eddie’s brain screams at him

“Never mind, I must not have.”

“Correct, if you called, I’d be there.” Steve pauses for a moment, looking him over, then the beetle. “Did you need my help with this vehicle, Eddie?”

“What?” Eddie supplies very helpfully. “Oh! Uh, no. I don’t need your help with this. I was just singing along with the song.” he gestures to the little radio, now petering out the last of the song.

“I see. Very well, Eddie, I will leave you to it then.” Steve smiles kindly at him before disappearing in a beat of wings.

“Wait, no Ste—aaannd he’s gone.” 

Eddie tries to get back to work on the little car but can’t quite get back in the groove of things. He kept waffling back and forth about calling Steve back and ask where he’d been.

Giving up on making progress for now, he heads back inside.

He rounds into the kitchen, hearing voices coming from the living room where Wayne is chatting with a younger man. He’s turned away from Eddie in the second armchair so he can only see one half of his face, but from what he can see, the man is very handsome; chiseled jaw, broad shoulders, well-defined crow’s feet that shoot out from the corners of his eyes. He looks to be older than Eddie, and he maintains an easy tone with Wayne, like they are reminiscing about something.

“Hey Wayne, who’s this?” Eddie asks after grabbing a bottle of water, leaning his hip on the small kitchen table.

The two turn to Eddie, and goddamn this guy is like, supermodel attractive what the hell??

He stands and approaches with a hand extended. “Name’s Dean, you must be Eddie?”

It’s totally not Eddie’s fault that his response is delayed, okay? It’s this Dean’s extraordinary green eyes’ fault.

“Y-yeah, that’s me. Eddie. Eddie Munson.” He shakes Dean’s hand, which easily envelopes his own. “Uh, obviously” he tacks on, glancing over at Wayne.

“Winchester.”

“Win—-Winchester?” Eddie splutters, “You’re Dean Winchester??”

Dean chuckles and drops Eddie’s hand. “I see you’ve heard of me.”

“Yeah, of course! Who in this business doesn’t know the Winchesters?” Not to mention the demons in hell who’d go on and on about how they got THE Dean Winchester to start torturing souls back in the day, though he wasn’t about to mention that. “I’m sorry to hear about Sam, by the way.”

Dean’s smile falls into something sadder. “Thanks. I do miss having a sassy know-it-all around sometimes.” he jokes, deflecting. “So,” he claps his hands together, “I hear you’re lookin’ to take my Baby back on the road.”

Oh shit. Oh fuck. “You’re the friend who’s car Wayne was asking after for me? Oh hell no. No, no, nope, no way.” he waves his arm out in denial. “She belongs in a museum, I’m not about to let anything happen to her under my watch.”

“Yeah, you’d better not, and I don’t think there’s a museum that’ll take her.” Dean grins at him.

“C’mon, I’ve kept her out back since Bobby retired officially.” Wayne gets up from his own chair and leads them out to a back barn, one Eddie hadn’t gotten around to cleaning up yet. “It’s been a few years since I took over the place from Bobby, so she’s been here about that long, but I think she’s lookin’ just fine.”

He unlocks the door and yep, there’s definitely an Impala sized shape under that cover.

“Help me with this, will ya Dean?” Wayne gestures to the other side of the car and throws his keys onto a workbench covered in rusting bottles.

The two work the cover’s ties loose and pull it back, settling a fine layer of dust onto the otherwise pristine ‘67 Impala.

Dean chuckles, clapping the dust from his hands, “Hiya, Baby.. I’ve missed you.” he gives the car a fond smile. “Let’s get her whipped into shape, yeah?”

The three get her wheeled out into the yard after clearing the way through the junk piled between her and the barn door.

Then it’s just a matter of getting her tuned up, filled up, cleaned up; Dean even insists on giving her a good polish after they've given her a good wash.

Once done, Dean drops the keys into Eddie's palm with an excited “Well, start ‘er up!”

And boy does she run like a dream. No sputtering or rattling to be heard.

Wayne pulled out the grill around the time Eddie and Dean started her up the first time, so there’s burgers done by time Dean finishes explaining all Baby’s quirks (“The headliner behind the driver likes to pop off for no good reason, just pop it back in and it’ll stay for another month or two.”, “If the needle of the speedometer starts to look a bit off, just give ‘er a good flick and it’ll snap back into place.”, and “If you hear a bit of rattling when you blast the fans, don’t worry about it, uh…my brother and I decided it would be a good idea to shove army men down the vents…”).

“So what have you been up to, Dean?” Wayne asks him after they’re well through their dinner. “I haven’ heard much about you being on cases recently?”

“Nah, I’m not. After Sammy died, I gave Baby back to Bobby, got me a motorcycle and just rode for a while. Didn’t really need a whole car when it was just me, y’know?

“Saw the sights we’d missed out on when we were heading from case to case, then decided to just do what I wanted to.

“I opened a diner first, then a couple more, only serving up the best of the best pies you’ll ever have. But I just recently broke even at my distillery.”

“No shit, you own a distillery?”

Dean scoffs and gets up, walking over to, and picking up a bottle from Wayne’s mantle, returning to the table and handing the bottle back to Eddie with the label facing upward.

Eddie takes it. “‘Thursday’s Angel’? This is your brand?”

“Sure is.” Dean grabs a trio of glasses and sits down again, taking the bottle back from Eddie and pouring them each a glass.

“So Dean, you’ve got a motorcycle, a diner chain, a distillery…no settlin’ down for you?” Wayne asks, taking the offered glass.

“I think I am pretty settled now, but no, not in the way you’re thinking.”

“No special friend?” Eddie waggles his eyebrows at him teasingly, taking his own.

Dean smirks back, but it’s sad. “No, no, I uh, I did have someone, but I lost them a few years back. Before Sam.” Dean’s gaze is far away “They were my everything, and I didn't know it until they were gone. Beautiful, kind,” he chuckles to himself, “naïve…perfect in every way, a real angel.”

“They sound amazing,” Eddie says at the same time Wayne tries to break the mood with: “Eddie’s got himself one of those.”

“Wayne, what the he–”

“Oh you do, do you?” Dean turns to him, eyebrows raised and smile crooked up mockingly, “Tell me about ‘em.”

Eddie looks between the two men’s shit-eating grins and before heaves a long sigh. 

He shoots back the whiskey, “First of all they’re not mine.” Another glare to his uncle that does not faze him in the slightest.

“Secondly…” he pauses. “He–he’s…I don’t even know where to start. First I thought he was just a pretty face, and by god is he pretty, but now I learn all about how apparently he’s the most selfless golden boy ever created. Part of him’s naïve too, but he’s mostly just a sweetheart…I’d really like to get to know him better.”

“He sounds great, what’s his name?” Dean smiles kindly at him and that’s when Eddie realizes he’s definitely outed himself to this monster hunting legend completely by accident. Perfect.

Well, he doesn’t look like he’s about to punch him so, may as well right?

“Steve. His name is Steve.”

Two things happen simultaneously, and one immediately after.

One and two: the unmistakable sound of fluttering wings sound from the kitchen behind Eddie, and Dean’s smile and color dropping from his face.

Third: Steve saying, “Yes, Eddie?”

Eddie throws Dean a confused look, though the seasoned hunter is staring wide-eyed over his shoulder at the angel now occupying Wayne’s kitchen. He answers the angel, not taking his eyes off of Dean’s swiftly cracking composure.

“Hey, Stevie, I was just telling our friend about you.”

Steve hums and steps up behind Eddie’s chair. “All good things, I hope.”

“Only the best, angel.” Eddie says, tilting his head backwards to look up at him with a wink.

The angel smiles back at him, then turns his attention to Dean. “Hello, I am Steve.”

“Bullshit.” Only Eddie seems to be aware of the slight flinch the angel does at that. “What is your name, really?” Dean continues, his tone firm and fully distrusting.

“My name would be incomprehensible to y—“ Steve cuts himself off and tilts his head as he scrutinizes Dean. “You possess the grace of the Angel of Thursday.”

“The grace of the who-now?”

“I do. And I won’t hesitate to use what little I have left to send you to hell.” Dean stands, and is suddenly holding that same silver thing Eddie had seen Steve holding back at the graveyard in Hawkins, and is pointing it directly at Steve’s chest.

“Whoa, hang on, what in the hell is happening right now??” Eddie bolts up and stands between the hunter and his prey. Not a great spot to be when that hunter is Dean Winchester, but he’ll be damned if he hurts Steve.

Dean ignores him, looks straight over his head and down at the angel. “You are not taking him away from me.”

“Him? Him wh—“

“Of course not, Dean. What is left of my brother was hard won and is yours to watch over.”

“Your broth—-“

“You’re damn right. You are also not going to put Eddie through the same shit you and yours put Cas and I through, you hear me?”

“You are heard, Dean Winchester. Please, let me speak.”

Dean is still for a few moments, then nods once, lowering his blade. Eddie takes that as his que that he’s okay to step out from between the two; he does, but sticks closer to Steve just in case.

“Thank you. Please know, the profound bond you and Castiel shared is one of legend.”

Eddie sees Dean’s face scrunch up in the most minute of winces at the mention of supposedly another angel.

“The younger of us, still fledglings at that time, thought it beautiful and something to be protected, unlike our elder siblings.” Steve glances at Eddie, “Something to wish for for ourselves.”

Eddie feels his whole body freeze up. Even his thoughts scream to a stop as he flushes beet red.

Dean nods again, seeming to relax fully. The silver blade vanishes into thin air and he sits back down.

“Well good. Glad to hear it.”

Steve nods once, glances to Eddie, then is gone in another beat of his wings. A beat that makes Dean flinch again.

“What in the actual hell was all that?” Wayne spouts off, reading Eddie’s mind.

“So you know about angels.” Eddie continues in a strangled whisper.

Dean scoffs “Boy do I.”

He tells them everything. His first meeting with his own angel in a similarly dramatic way as Eddie and Wayne had met Steve. About succeeding in preventing the apocalypse, falling in love with and losing Castiel over the course of events. Then about fighting through any who got in his way of keeping a bit of Castiel alive within him through some very complex spell that fused that last little bit of Cas with him.

“Like I said, He was my everything. Didn’t realize it till it was too late. He sacrificed himself to keep Lucifer at bay, and I never got to tell him I lo—.” he cuts himself off by clearing his throat.

A single tear falls down Dean’s face, who wipes it away as he turns to face Eddie head-on. “Don’t waste your time with him Eddie.” He stands and grabs his pack from the armchair he had occupied previously, “And be careful with my Baby.”

And with that, Dean Winchester walks down the hall and out the front door.

Part 5 here!

Some notes:

the elvish eddie says is something i pieced together from the lotr wiki. It should say "Well met, my friend!"

asdkjasdklfjahlakf modern cannonical eddie would be a menace if he ever heard ke$ha i stg

the army men 🥺

yes i absolutely used Jensen's preferred ending for spn/dean as his story here

i'm totally making things up here, but the grace i imagine dean still has of cas' is what was left dormant in him after cas pulled him from hell. dean found a way to tap into it, keep it alive, keeping cas "alive".

you know damn well dean would still not be able to say the L word about cas even after he's gone. poor bbg...

peep the spn musical episode reference there at the end

lastly, this got super off track from what i wanted to get to this part, but nancy and the party should be back in the next

tag list!: @undreaming-fanfiction, @potentialheartofdarkness, @munsonfamilyband, @evix-syne666, @mightbeasleep <3

[momotonescreaming]

Modern au where steddie are dating long distance.

They meet online, chatting about the fanfiction that Eddie writes and Steve reads. They chat about shared interests in tv, and movies, and music. About shitty parents and coming out. And then it sort of evolves from there.

Messaging, turns into phone calls, turns in video calls, turns into racing hearts and sweaty palms when they see a notification from the other. Turns into counting down the seconds until they can open their laptops and call. Turns into hardcore longing, and pining, and whispering I like you through the screen.

They start dating.

Steve will send him messages ending in hearts and kisses. Will send him thirst trap photos he takes at the gym. Takes photos of the dinner he makes and sends it to Eddie with captions saying he's saving him a piece <3. Learns to make Eddie's favourite foods, so he can make them for him when they meet.

Eddie sends him previews of the fic he's writing. Photos of him performing with his band, sweaty and smiling. Serenades him over video call, acoustic guitar perched in his lap. Watches the basketball with Steve, each from their respective living rooms.

He wonders what it would be like if they were together. If Steve could cook him the dinner he learnt just for him, if Eddie could curl into his side as they watch the game together, Steve whispering the rules of basketball into his ear.

He wonders what it would be like to kiss Steve. To feel those plump lips on his. To taste him. His sweat, his flavoured chapstick. Would he put his hands on his waist? His jaw? Cradle his face? Would he make it slow and sweet? Or rushed and desperate? Would Steve whisper I love you into the warmth of Eddie's mouth?

But they live on opposite sides of the country.

He loves what they have. He loves having Steve. But Eddie wants what other people have. Would like to go on a date that isn't through a laptop. Would like to be able to kiss and hug and even just touch his boyfriend.

[littlexdeaths]

sympathy for the devil - e.m.

demon kas x human eddie x fem hunter (supernatural au)

i found god, i found him in a lover.

when his hair falls in his face, and his hands so cold they shake…

i found the devil, i found him in a lover.

and his lips like tangerines, and his color coded speak…

warnings: 18+ ONLY MDNI! established relationship, hate fucking, oral (fem receiving), unprotected piv sex, cream pie, mentions of blood, anything italicized is eddie’s inner dialogue to kas

word count: 3k

a/n: it’s me back again with another repost of an old fic. i also want to give a big shout out to my darling @undead-supernova for helping me edit multiple parts this fic. ily august 💕

You knew he was here.

From the smell of sulfur lingering in the air, to the heavy presence in the room. Your skills as a hunter were too great, you knew he couldn’t have led you astray.

But maybe he wanted you to find him.

This cat and mouse game you’ve been playing for months was just a little too exciting for him to give up. You should’ve been scared, your instincts told you to be. But hearing his husky voice cut through the darkness of the abandoned warehouse made your heart skip a beat.

“Nice to see you again, sweetheart…”

You couldn’t tell where he was yet, still using the cover of the night to shield himself from you. You clutch your bottle of holy water closer to your side as his chuckle bounced off the walls. “You’ve tried that before, it didn't work out so well last time. Did it, pet?”

He was getting closer, you could tell by the way your hair stood up on end. Squaring your shoulders as he finally steps out into the moonlight. The sight makes you freeze, your eyes widening in disbelief. Kas looked different from the last time you had seen him.

He had taken on a new vessel, one that had become quite familiar to you.

Eddie Munson, a bartender you had met at a place called the Hideout. After you’d stumbled inside the rundown bar for a drink after finishing a grueling hunt somewhere in Indiana.

He was sweet, and you both needed to let off some steam. So you took him back to your motel room for the night… and the night after that. The male had made you feel things no one else ever could. So you kept finding yourself going back to that shitty town to see him. Where he was always waiting with that charming smile and a rum and coke.

But now guilt riddled your chest as his once chocolate hues were a stark onyx, Eddie was long gone.

The demon in front of you smirks, eyes watching you in amusement as the recognition crossed over your features.

This was your fault, you put him in harm's way. You had been told time and again not to let yourself be involved with non-hunters. Regular folk. It would put them at risk, not knowing about the things that go bump in the night.

But demons were especially dangerous, they didn’t need consent to take over someone’s body. The only reason you were protected was due to the dark ink that swirled over your hip bone.

Kas takes a step toward you, causing you to take one step back in return. This only made that smirk widen as another chuckle slipped past his lips.

Lips that had been on you too many times to count.

“He thinks about you a lot, you know… wanted you to stay with him so many times.” The demon hums condescendingly, the implication behind his words makes your heart stutter in your chest.

Coming to the realization that you could never have that happy ending now, not with him, or anyone.

After crossing paths so many times, you knew how malicious the demon standing before you could be. Even if you were able to banish him back to hell, Eddie wouldn't be able to return to a normal life.

Once that veil between those worlds is lifted, there’s no way to undo the damage it causes. You’ve seen it more times than you can count.

“A little pathetic, really…” Kas continues as he advances on you slowly, backing you further into a corner.

Your emotions are clouding your reasoning, allowing the demon to continue to close in on you. It shouldn’t be affecting you like this, but as much as you tried to convince yourself otherwise… you knew one thing was true. You had fallen for the metalhead.

And now you’d never get him back.

“But don’t worry, sweetness— he’s still in here with me,” as he speaks you feel your back connect with the cool concrete, the male now caging you against it.

His body felt warm against yours, a juxtaposition to the cold seeping into your back. His familiar scent of citrus and tobacco engulfs your senses completely, bringing you back to the last time you saw each other. Your limbs were tangled together as you lay in a post sex haze. His lazy smile made your skin tingle, finding yourself tracing over the faded tattoos on his chest.

From the flash in his dark eyes you knew he was reliving a memory of Eddie’s, if not the same one.

His calloused fingers begin to trail across your neck, unintentionally allowing yourself to lean into the graze of his fingertips. Despite how your mind screams at you to push him away, your body continues to betray you. Kas can’t help but notice how your skin heats under his touch, how your thighs squeeze together. It amuses him more than you’ll ever know.

“Don’t touch me,” you mutter, wishing your words held much more malice than they do. The slight shake in your voice causes another dark chuckle to spill past his plump lips. Mocking you.

The demon leans further into your space, those damned lips grazing over your collarbone. The feeling causes you to shiver as goosebumps break out across your skin. Kas continues to leave hot, open mouthed kisses along your throat. The feelings of fear, anger and arousal mixing together— making your head spin.

“You can deny that you want this with your words all you want sweetheart, but I see the way your body reacts to this vessel.” He taunts, letting his teeth nip at your tender flesh.

“I feel those goosebumps on your skin, the way you shiver under his touch, and… I can smell you.” Kas growls, his teeth sinking roughly into your skin.

A slight whimper leaves your lips as you attempt to push him away. But it’s too late— he has the upper hand now.

His fingers lace themselves into your hair and tug, exposing more of your neck to him. He licks a stripe up your throat to your ear, taking the lobe between his teeth.

“I can feel how bad he wants you too, you know. The way he reacts to your body… you have no idea how much he wants to feel you again.”

Your eyes widen in shock as the demon presses his hips into yours, feeling how hard he was through the fabric of his jeans.

Get the fuck off her asshole, she’s mine!

Kas chuckles again, pulling back slightly as his hands continue to wander down your body. There’s a flash of something in those onyx hues, leaving you to wonder what hidden joke you’re missing out on.

“Your little boy toy isn’t very happy with me, sweetheart… he doesn’t want to share. How selfish of him,” he feigns a pout, leaning forward as his nose glides along your jaw.

I’m warning you, dickhead.

His deep chuckle fills the silence once more as his large hands grip onto your hips, “Isn’t he selfish, pet?”

“Fuck you,” you spit back, shoving him away but only momentarily. His hands quickly return to the curve of your waist, pulling you flush against his chest.

That spark of defiance returns, which only makes the demon grin wider. His hold on your hips becomes harsher, the metal of his rings biting into the skin there.

“Hmm… with pleasure, darling.” His lips hover over yours as his sweet breath fans across your face. There’s a moment when those black hues slowly start to fade, the brown of Eddie’s returning.

Seeing that flicker of him, the man you had desperately fallen for— is what finally breaks your resolve.

Closing that short distance between you and angrily smashing your lips against his. He moans into your mouth, his hands hooking under your thighs to lift you. Trapping you further against the wall as he grinds his pelvis into yours.

You don’t know where Kas starts and Eddie ends, but you can’t find it in yourself to care.

The kiss is angry, all tongue and teeth viciously clashing together. There’s still a small part of you that’s begging you to get away, that this was wrong. But your body has taken over control, that little voice fading with each press of his lips against yours.

His tongue glides along your lower lip, begging for entry you weren’t yet willing to give. The male doesn’t give up that easily though, his hands roaming over the curve of your ass and squeezing.

The action takes you by surprise, the small gasp you let out allowing him to slip inside. Kas groans as he sucks your tongue into his mouth, before setting you back on your feet. He pins your hips against the rough concrete as he kneels before you.

The demon eagerly buries his face in between your thighs as he inhales deeply, “I need to know if this pussy tastes as sweet as it smells.”

You’re stunned into silence as he reaches to quickly unbutton your jeans. Finding yourself all too eager to aid him in sliding the denim and lace down your legs. Stepping out of the fabric as Kas tosses them somewhere in the dark of the warehouse.

The brunette doesn’t waste another moment before his tongue is licking a fat stripe up your slit, forcing your thighs apart in his strong hands. Your fingers lace themselves in his wild curls, tugging harshly as you feel his tongue dip inside your entrance. His growl vibrates against your core, nose nudging your bundle of nerves in a way that has your legs trembling in his grasp.

“Hmm, even better than his memories…” you nearly miss his admission over your soft whines, but you don’t have time to dwell on it.

Kas eagerly replaces his tongue with his fingers as the muscle swirls up and around your swollen bud. Your head is swimming, his actions bringing you that much closer to the edge. The male enjoys the way you grind yourself harder onto his tongue as your grip on his hair tightens. Feeling the way your walls flutter around his fingers only encourages him to pick up the pace.

While your eyes have slipped shut, his are wide open. The stormy irises commit each pleasurable expression that flits across your face to memory— to both of their memories.

The almost inhuman speed of his fingers and the firm pressure of his tongue finally pushes you over the edge. As your loud cries echo throughout the empty warehouse. You attempt to push his head away, but his lips don’t leave your body. Instead he trails them down your thighs, smearing your slick across your skin.

You curse softly before dropping to your knees, pushing him backwards. He is surprised by your sudden dominance, but allows you to lay him back on the dirty ground. Your hands fumble with his belt, pulling the zipper down with an urgency you had never seen from yourself before. It makes him chuckle, as you greedily shove his pants down to his knees.

“If you were that needy for our cock you could’ve just said so, sweetness.” He grins devilishly as your hands reach for the elastic of his boxers.

Mine, not yours…

Your eyes flick up to meet his, the smirk plastered on his lips fuels your irritation further.

“Shut the fuck up, Kas.” You say between gritted teeth, pulling his hard cock out from the confines of his boxers as he stifled a moan.

Fuck, that’s my girl…

You don’t give him much warning before you’re straddling his hips, sinking down onto his full length with a whimper. It didn’t matter how many times you had taken him to bed, you were still in awe of just how well he filled you up. You could feel every vein and ridge of his cock, caressing your inner walls in a way no other man could.

It was addictive, a slice of heaven you never wanted to lose.

The male grips your hips tightly, guiding them as he rocks his own up against yours. He’s groaning beneath you, dark eyes watching the space where your bodies are connecting with almost… fascination. A creamy ring has formed around the base of his cock as you continue to ride him. You let your nails dig into his clothed chest with a satisfied whine, your head falling back as you take him deeper.

She really is an angel…

The demon doesn’t seem pleased with your languid pace any longer as he abruptly flips you both over. The movement knocks the wind from your lungs. Kas grins down at you, his teeth gleaming in the moonlight that has filtered in through a broken window. His large hands hold you firmly in place as he begins slamming into your cervix. Causing your back to arch off the grimy floor, your shirt riding up in the process.

The sounds of your bodies connecting fill the once eerie silence of the night. His eyes rake over your newly exposed skin, pushing the material further up your torso. His calloused fingers trace over the ink splayed across your hip with a dark look.

“This little mark might protect your soul, but it’s not going to protect your body.” He grunts as he continues to slam his hips harder into yours, “Not from me. Or him.”

You don’t answer, instead grabbing a fist full of his hair and smashing your mouths together. He kisses you back just as roughly, teeth catching your lower lip hard enough to draw blood. The familiar taste of his saliva mixes with a harsh metallic flavor. The taste of you on his tongue only fuels the fire raging inside you. The male sucks your bleeding lip in between his.

Kas grabs your shaky legs, wrapping them around his waist to join you closer together. A gasp escapes your lips as he hits that sweet spot inside you, causing your eyes to roll back. The demon groans as he feels you pulse around his cock, trailing his lips over your jaw. The mixture of his spit and your own blood smearing across your skin.

“No wonder he can’t stop thinking about you,” his words are spoken so softly you almost don’t catch them.

Pride blooms in your chest as a small smirk graces your features, but it’s wiped away just as quickly. His hips pound into yours even faster, leaving any snarky comment to die on your lips. Instead a pleasurable cry pierces the air as your nails drag across his back.

You can feel your orgasm building with each deep stroke of his cock, filling you to the brim. His lips suck onto the base of your throat, his breath coming out in short pants as you tighten around him more.

“That’s it, angel. It's okay, I’m here.”

Your eyes that had previously fluttered shut, now snap back open. Coaxing his face up from the crook of your neck. No one ever called you that but Eddie, not even Kas.

Your eyes meet his brown ones, letting his hips slow their pace. That signature dimple indents his cheek when he smiles down at you, tears blurring your vision. You quickly blink them away to see him more clearly. Eddie leans down, gently kissing away the moisture that has stained your cheeks.

He wraps you in his arms, pulling you up and into his lap. The new position only buries him deeper inside you, allowing the pleasure to wash over you completely. Your body trembles in his embrace as you rest your forehead against his.

“Eddie,” you moan, grinding yourself harder onto his cock as he holds you close.

His touch is much softer as his hands reach out to caress every inch of you. While he still has control over his own body. Allowing himself to soak in every moment before he’s ripped away from you again. But between your pretty cries and his husky groans, neither of you will be lasting much longer.

“I’ve got you, angel… come for me.” The promise of safety in his voice makes your heart flutter in your chest.

Feeling his fingers encircle over your sensitive nub, he gives you one more hard thrust before you finally fall apart. A breathy cry of his name tumbles from your lips as you feel him twitch inside you. Your body melts further against him, an attempt to keep him here with you. Despite knowing the reality that was soon to come.

“Fuck… I love you. I love you.” He sounds desperate as he mutters the words against your temple.

In your blissful state you don’t notice the black haze beginning to overtake his irises. His words ring in your ears as you feel him spill inside you. Not stopping the movement of his hips as he fucks his essence deeper inside you. Letting your head fall into the crook of his neck as you mumble those three words back into his flushed skin. His comforting scent washes over you as you attempt to catch your breath.

“Well wasn’t that just so sweet,” your body stiffens in his embrace, his deep chuckle snapping you out of the sweet cocoon you were just in.

You quickly scramble out of his lap in an effort to detach yourself from him. His previously comforting touch now sets your skin ablaze, as if he had burned you. You can feel the mixture of your arousal dripping down your thighs as you hurry to find your discarded clothes in the dark.

In your frenzied state, you don’t hear him approaching until he’s right behind you. His ringed fingers dig into the curve of your waist as you bend over to retrieve your jeans. His hips flush against your ass, the metal on his belt pressing into your bare skin. His hand reaches around to dip in between your thighs, collecting some of the mess you both made.

Kas eagerly sucks the digits into his mouth with a moan, before you feel the warmth of his body disappear.

“We’ll be seeing you soon, sweetheart… you can count on that.”

Is the the last thing you hear as he slips into the still of the night.

[bettyfrommars]

Death Becomes Us

True Blood AU

vampire!Eddie x supernatural!fem!Reader

Dead Again 4.4k

When Doves Cry 6.7k

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The Baptism 6.8k

Bloodstream 3.4k

Cry Little Sister 4.4k

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Heads Will Roll - 3.6k

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❤️‍🔥18+Only❤️‍🔥

Summary: Vampires are coming out of the Upside Down and going mainstream in Hawkins. Because of that, the town has become a bit of a tourist destination for people fascinated by vampire lore and the supernatural. Trying to outrun the dark secrets of your past, you decide to lay low in the small town and get a job at a human/vampire crossover bar called Main Vein. You are a recluse who drives a hearse; you have plenty of scars both internal and external. It's been 10 years since Eddie was turned, and the trailer park he lives in is nothing but vampires, that is, until you move in next door. Typical you: running from danger only to find it again.

[inkstainedheartbeats]

Eddie knew, even before all this Upside Down shit, that Robin Buckley had Changed Steve Harrington. Knew it by scent, by sight, by the way that usually sweet Mrs Buckley of the used bookstore had snarled at Jeff when he made a dismissive remark about him. He knew and judged. It wasn’t law to not change the Mundane. The Preter could change those who gave consent, which usually involves far more government than either he or Uncle Wayne cared to have around them. But it was… it was Law, social kind ya know, to leave three families the fuck alone. The Carver’s, the Hagen’s and the fucking Harrington’s. And yet, there Steve is; all big brown eyes and an ass that won’t stop wagging like he’s got his tail in human form. Robin Buckley of the very small Buckley Pack had changed him. The heir to the third dangerous Hunter clan. All it would take is the elder Harrington’s coming back for a Hunt to happen.

He thinks he understands though. Holding on to Steve in this ash laden hell scape. They haven’t left the Wheeler’s not yet. Not with Steve collapsing and seizing. Whatever the weird ass bat things called saliva clearly not meshing well with Steve’s blood. Instincts scream at Eddie to bit down on that glorious neck. To suck just a touch into his mouth and force Steve to drink some of his own. They scream and scream and scream the longer that Eddie refuses. Tales of hybrids made by bite instead of love swirl around. It’s dangerous no matter the birth, the hybrid often dying an agonizing death.

“Eddie,” Harrington gasps out.

The girls are gathering supplies. They don’t know. But he can hear the race of Buckley’s heart from where she is at the Sinclair’s. She’ll be here soon.

“You… you gotta… gotta promise me. Keep… keep ‘em safe?”

He gives in to the instincts and bites down. Drinks blood that should be disgusting and awful but is instead sweet as candy. Bites down, hopes he hasn’t doomed Harrington. Makes the weak and confused boy drink Eddie’s blood too.

And he waits to see if Buckley is going to tear his throat out for killing her best friend and Pack Mate.

Now with a part two because I can’t leave shit alone.

[maya-keery]

Supernatural steddie because I love succubus Steve and Eddie who's just hopelessly in love

Eddie Munson who moves away from his home town in Chicago to quiet little Hawkins, Indiana. It's not supposed to be permanent, just a temporary relocation. He just needs to get away for a bit. Why not spend the summer in a ghost town that seems to be stuck in the 80's? (Maybe he's a slow-to-fame musician who relocates to Hawkins for inspiration after hearing the rumors about the town.)

He tries not to be put off by how weird everyone is. Everyone just seems sort of...off. Especially his absurdly hot next-door neighbor, who seems to have a new partner every night and herds around a group of kids during the day.

Complete with witch Robin OR werewolf Robin, vampire Nancy, and the kids are probably all werewolves too.

(Side bar everyone who writes mini fics in my reblogs I love and adore you)

[allthingssteddie]

The Harringtons money came from blood money

Edmund Munson and Richard Harrington both alpha and omega were childhood best friends. They both dreamed of leaving their tiny town and thinking about ways to make money.

One day Edmund received a letter that his grandfather which he knew nothing about died and leaving him the mine that he owned. Not knowing if he should just sell it to someone he talks to Richard who tells him they could make some money from this and should just keep it. Ed agrees to this from their they were making more money they have ever had but over the years the conditions were getting worse and he didn’t know what was going on with rich he was being secretive and not involving him with decisions. But one day when there is In order to excavate a new shaft quickly he employs a dynamite charge but the explosion causes the mine to collapse

Which kills a bunch of people Richard blames Edmund for the death of those people saying he was cutting corners and underpaying his workers. Betrayed Ed being an omega knowing that no one would believe him says nothing the next day couple of days he hung. Leaving Richard with all that money. On his wedding day Ed’s mom apears and tells him every omega boy in that family will be killed by the beast just like her son was.

The Harringtons hadn’t had an omega in that family for the next decade until Steve was born. When he presented at 14 parents grew scared and had him locked at home telling him it wasn’t safe out there and he wouldn’t go to school. But over the years he had learned of ways to sneak out when everyone was asleep and would go to the woods. There was something about it that felt like he was actually home a feeling he hadn’t felt ever. He had started to talk to the woods which he felt silly about at first but began to grow used to. He felt as if the woods were listening and the wind would hum in acknowledgment. But that night when he accidentally slept on the ground he heard the winds warning “run “it whispered . But as he was about to run back home he heard a whimper “Help .” He turned around to find a man naked he looked sick his face pale and he was sweaty and looked like he injured his hand looked to be a huge bite on it. He could feel something in him there was a familiarity about this man. He picked him up sneaking him into the shed. He cleaned his wounds from his hands. He was debating at first if he should call an ambulance. But before he could head back to call the boy awoke and after he questioned him the boy he found out was named Eddie was confused at first and told him he must of been sleep walking he been doing that for a couple of months now .

So to try to make it short somthing in Eddie been trying to find Steve and one night sensing him he turns into a wolf which he has no control over him self and seeing Steve and having the urge to bite him he bites his own hand . When he wakes he doesn’t remember. But they start to bond and they feel this connection where it’s like they can’t be apart like it actually hurts them just being away from each other and Eddie’s urges to atack him scares him he doesn’t know where this is coming from. When learning Steve’s last name Eddie stops talking and when Steve’s having rejection sickness Eddie’s having it too and goes to him.

I had a lot more ideas to write on this but I’m exhausted. Also I won’t be writing this it’s just an idea that I had.

[steviewashere]

here's some modern au/no upside down au/no supernatural elements au head canons of mine that are kind of stupid Stobin Edition (this is all to get in the minds of their characters in my text fics lol) a list:

Steve and Robin are sending each other selfies while on the toilet. They are having in-depth conversations about their bathroom breaks. They are having a phone, speaker on, conversation while using the toilet. One of them's already in the bathroom? The other is barging into that unlocked bathroom to continue a conversation. "Hey, Steve, hand me that new roll of tp?" Steve tosses it with a quick shout of, "Alley-oop!"

They are watching Chopped while eating dinner (a frozen meal they added garlic seasoning to). They are criticizing every last little detail.

Robin helps Steve with his frosted highlights. He touches up her roots. They are gossiping about their neighbors and their on-again, off-again marriage.

Robin is constantly criticizing Steve for using an Elf bar. They will, however, throw back enough shots to consider themselves hazards.

They are karaoke partners. Even when they're in relationships with their respective partners (Eddie and Chrissy in this AU), they always perform with each other. Robin makes Steve sing some Chappell Roan, he knows none of the lyrics, he ends up just being her hype-man.

Steve is a big Stardew Valley and The Sims 4 fan. Robin indulges in Animal Crossing. Eventually, Steve forces Robin to play Stardew with him and Robin does the same with Animal Crossing. (They both enjoy their games).

They have matching build-a-bear stuffies that they dressed up to look like each other. Each with a sound button that plays out an "I love you" from the other + them breaking down into giggles in the background (they were there with each other when they recorded the voice boxes, they simply couldn't stop snickering each time they tried to get the messages recorded).

When they're drunk at home, they are curling up on the couch to watch reruns of Friends and to eat straight out of a tub of butterscotch ice cream. They fall asleep curled into each other and their respective partners (Eddie and Chrissy again) take care of them; Chrissy covers them with a blanket and Eddie takes a photo that will eventually be printed and go up on the wall (to sit with the other ones already pristinely framed).

Steve sometimes goes into Robin's room and just face plants into her bedding and screams. Robin comforts him by petting his hair and prompting, "Another stupid customer?" And Steve just goes off. Robin does the same to him from time to time, but she does it significantly less so.

They go to the zoo/aquarium and point at all the paired animals and say, "That's us." Their favorite pairing is a platonic set of sea otters that are constantly holding hands or helping the other retrieve food. (Sometimes they leave crying).

They go on plenty of 3am drives when the other can't sleep. Blasting music and laughing the entire time. Stopping at a gas station to get slurpees. Going home when the sun is up and then falling asleep in one of their beds.

Constantly giving each other the weirdest nicknames possible. At one point, Robin was just Bobby Flay for two weeks straight.

They buy a whole cheesecake from Wal-Mart and then go drive around town, while eating slices the entire time. (Totally not based on experience lol)

Robin always throws Steve a little birthday party because it's the one thing he never really got with his parents and he never knows what he actually wants to do on his birthday.

Steve takes Robin out for birthday pancakes and fro-yo. And then always finds an antique mall to let her loose in (she spends an hour inside just the first three booths).

On that last note, Robin is an antique mall girly, always looking for mugs, sweaters, vinyls, and horror novellas. Steve likes going into collector's shops for three things: baseball cards, Funko Pops, and Amazing Spider-Man comics.

Robin drags Steve to the local soccer/football team's games. Steve takes her to hockey games.

They paint each other's nails and gossip. Steve picks out a pale orange and Robin goes for a dark purple.

Matching costumes on Halloween (even if they've got their partners). Ketchup and mustard. Scarecrow and Tin Man. Batman and Robin (you know who's who). Their best ones were Peter Pan and Tinerbell (guess who was Tinkerbell)

Instead of how they met in the show, they met in high school. In detention of all places. Robin was tardy for the third time that week to her third period class. And Steve was caught trying to leave campus to get lunch. They still have that very emotional bathroom scene, just in a public high school men's bathroom (disgusting, I know).

Steve doesn't come out to Robin until he's like twenty-one/twenty-two. It takes him being on his own for three/four years at that point to finally feel safe enough to come out. His parents are very conservative. (Also, for extra angst on this one, his family eventually finds out at Thanksgiving—where he is then told to leave and then he's shunned. He becomes a Buckley that same day when he goes to Robin's parents' house to seek her out. It's the first Thanksgiving where he's allowed to be himself.) Also...Steve is gay. Comphet Steve Harrington...yeah. Yeah.

Brunch at a Mexican restaurant: margarita pitcher, sizzling fajitas, and people watching. The perfect best friend date to them.

Still work at Scoops Ahoy! just after they meet in school.

Instead of Family Video, they end up working at a local music shop. That's where Steve meets Eddie, browsing through the Metallica tapes for his refurbished Walkman. Chrissy is hanging out with Eddie the next time he comes in. Robin then meets Chrissy, who is searching for a girl in red vinyl (she gets so excited to lead Chrissy over there. and to then recommend her a bunch of artists. she nearly faints when she gets Chrissy's number)

Okay. That's all I've got for now. Maybe more later.

[gdinneroll]

thinking about my hellking spn au with steve as dean and eddie as cas, dustin and max split sam’s role and its just MMM IS THIS SOMETHING PEOPLE WANT???? DO PEOPLE WHO ARENT ME WANT THIS??????? ILL WRITE IT IF YOU DO

[violentdelightsproductions]

(Teen) Dean Winchester x (Teen) Ellie Spencer - In Search Of Darkness (80s Horror Movie AU)

"Growing up it was nice to check out A.S.D every once in a while. I like to watch movies where I know the bad guy's gonna lose"

Halloween is here and it's the perfect time for scary movies. But what's better than watching a scary movie? Being in one of course! All it takes is a simple spell. A cursed object. A machete wielding serial killer. A dream demon.

Unfortunately Horror films have their own set of rules and playing by them is crucial for one's survival:

Rule #1: Never have sex

Rule #2: Never drink or do drugs

Rule #3: Never ever say, “I’ll be right back”

But! Rules are meant to be broken (or at least bent). It's not like anything stays dead for long around here.

Time to Slice and Dice

Find our new Halloween videos and edits here! Our Halloween edits throughout the years!

[smalltownduck]

it's borderline criminal (/j) that, even with how popular manifestation theory is and will's powers being suspected for years to be creation-related, no one (that i could find) seems to have written a Pygmalion (the og myth) au for byler yet.

to (hopefully) avoid some of the unfortunate implications (re: ruby sparks my beloved) of a writer making his character come to life i mean, in order to make will the guy he is now, he had to go through so much pain and trauma, or else he wouldn't be will, not even pre-canon will in said (non-UD) au, i think i'd rather go for the 'will created the initial concept for mike but as a dnd character' route.

will, lucas and dustin (he moved in kindergarden) still became friends and got into dnd, but they're not as close as the og party; will keeps his terrible home life from them to avoid more shame or their parents not letting them hang out anymore.

one day, while brainstorming to create his own dnd character, will doodled a figure in armor: someone who could be loyal, kind and adventurous, that could actually lead a party and make their campaigns cooler than any of them could imagine. Someone they could rely on. Someone who'd inspire them. Someone who would protect them. Someone that would care enough to, against any kind of danger.

that evening, after too many striked scribbles and ripped sketchbook pages, will drew his first sketch of His Paladin -no name felt right.

he never told anyone about him, not even his mom or jonathan, who'd otherwise get to see all his drawings. he never considered playing as the character either, even though he made several character alignment charts for him (if you ever had an oc, you know how it goes) and had way more sketches of him than of will the wise. that just wouldn't feel right: his paladin wasn't him or someone he wanted to (or could ever) become. his paladin was someone separate from will, with his helmet never off, tall and always vigilant, the brightest smile even in the face of failure.

again, if you ever had an oc and you used fiction as escapism, you might imagine how close will felt to his creation, especially bc only will ever knew of his existence. his paladin was there, by his side, on bad days, on loud nights; whenever will feel down, he'd picture him joining the last campaign the party borrowed from a random booklet, cracking incredibly lame jokes and reminding everyone of what they were fighting for. it was a comforting thought to turn to. a friend far away who never failed to make him smile.

no one, not even his dad, could take him away from him. if will sometimes stared too long, with a dopey smile, at his latest drawing, it was only his business. those new budding feelings, despite everything, felt safe. his paladin wasn't real, so he was not doing anything shameful nor bad by feeling so attached to him.

cue fourth grade, his dad leaving for good, castle byers, and a new boy joining his class. a chatty, very creative boy who played dnd as well. a boy who acted too familiar and looked like someone will rarely dared to visualize without a helmet on for the sake of his own sanity.

(this version of mike would be a regular human with free will in case you were wondering.)

this concept would be more about will freaking out at the idea that he created mike, realizing that's impossible [?* and trying to reconciliate what he knows about his idealized Paladin with the real mike -a boy with as many flaws as wonderful qualities.

will constantly having to remind himself they're not the same only for mike to proudly show the party his dnd character sheet along with his notes for the big epic campaign he always wanted to write -cue will excusing himself to hide both his blush and panic.

just will constantly struggling to differentiate between 'projection' and reality. trying to get rid of his feelings towards his character so he could treat the real mike fairly, get to know him, stop himself from staring too long whenever mike showed any heroic traits, and not scare him off nor get him in trouble bc of his stupid feelings.

will could now befriend an amazing boy for real and that's all that should matter. all that would ever matter.

if it takes will years to feel comfortable drawing 'sir mike', that's between him and an unassuming stash of paper in his closet he cannot bring himself to throw away (he's still scared of the possibility of making mike dissapear)

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

destiel!steddie pt.3!!

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | NOW ON AO3!: you can hear the call (when trouble's on the way)

ok so it's been a while since i posted part two of this, but i guess today was the day i decided to go feral and not only finish this part but also include the first ever smut i've ever written.

destiel (and the fics i used to read of them) has been on the brain in a big way recently, friends. enjoy!!!

Eddie gapes at her, his mouth opening and closing on its own.

“What’d I miss, kiddos?” Wayne sinks into the previously abandoned chair at the end of the booth and picks up his (now cold) burger. “Eddie, shut your trap, you’re not a goldfish.”

“I called Robin, she’s on her way.”

Wayne hums in response around a mouthful of food “So where’s the man of the hour?”

“Where’dya think? Flapped away like a panicked pigeon.” Eddie gripes.

Wayne hums again “I didn’t know your angel knew how to feel panicked.”

His face grew hot “He’s not my angel, old man, shut up…”

“If anything, he’s Robin’s.” Nancy shrugs. “He’s basically her soulmate.”

“Ah, she’s his girl?” Wayne asks

“No, they are ‘platonic with a capital “P”.’ soulmates.” she emphasizes with mimed air-quotes. “The literal best of friends, inseparable and codependent almost to a fault.”

Eddie tunes out Nancy catching Wayne up on what he missed while he went to check on Fred, staring out the front window at the sparsely filled lot.

He can picture the upcoming events so clearly: this Robin character flies into the parking lot in some old beater, barges through the door, looking around frantically for Steve, only to find her friend casually eating fries with an old man and some random frizzy-haired guy. All three with a significant lack of Steve.

“Where the hell is he?” Wait, that was exactly what had happened, wasn’t it? “Nancy, you said you found Steve and yet I see no Steve.” The poor girl looks frantic.

He glances out the window again and sees a shiny retro BMW haphazardly parked out front. Okay, so not exactly a beater, but still.

“Robin, sit down, we’ll tell you everything.” Nancy’s voice is cool and soothing and yet;

“I don’t want to sit down, I want to know where Steve is.” Robin says, still irritated, as she sits down across from Eddie.

“Well??” She asks him incredulously.

“You better start talkin’ Ed.” Wayne gestures for him to get on with it with a particularly long french fry.

“Okay, well, I’m Eddie, this is Wayne, my uncle. We are hunters.”

“Hunters.” Robin repeats.

“Yeah, not that kind. We hunt supernatural creatures and about six months ago, I died.”

“Okay, this I hadn’t heard, I swear.” Nancy says to Robin, then turns her full attention back to Eddie.

“Somehow I don’t believe you died; also how in the hell is any of this relevant? I want to know where Steve is!”

“I’m getting there, I promise! I–okay, you know what? Fine. TL;DR is: I died, was brought back to life by something–like just fully yanked outta hell–and when we tried to summon whatever it was that did it, we first met Steve.”

Robin is silent for a moment. “Okay, despite how much I really want that whole story, that still doesn’t tell me where Steve is.”

“I don’t know where he–wait, you believe me? Just like that?”

Robin shrugs at him.

“Wait, and you too,” He points at Nancy “You believed me right away about the ghost. What the hell is happening here??”

The two women look at each other quickly then back at the two men. 

Nancy opens her mouth to reply, but is stopped when there was a fluttering sound near the diner entrance.

Eddie is facing away from the door so he turns to see Steve walk in, and has a fleeting thought about if the one waitress and cook still here past midnight are seeing all this too.

He expected Robin to be on her feet and running to the other man immediately, but she must see the angel and not the man, recognizing that it isn’t quite her Steve.

“Hello.” The angel states simply when he returns to their booth. “You must be Robin.”

Robin has tears flowing freely down her face now and it strikes Eddie straight to the heart.

“You are not Steve.”

“You would be correct, Ms. Robin, I am not. May I?” Steve gestures to the bench across from her, to the seat he’d vacated previously.

Robin says nothing, eyes wide, and tears falling over her trembling lip.

“Go ahead and sit Steve, where’d you go?”

“Thank you, Nancy, I left to retrieve your Steve.” The angel sits beside Eddie, who forgets to move when hit with that little nugget of information, and almost gets a lapful of angel before scooting over against the wall.

“You went to get Steve?” Nancy asks.

“Yes, I returned to my Father’s Kingdom and asked him to come with me to see you.”

“So….he can hear us?” Eddie asks.

“Yes, if it will be alright with you all, I will let him take over and speak with you. I will pay any conversation no mind, so please, speak with him as you would normally.”

Nancy nods, “Robin, would you like to talk with Steve?”

It seems like Robin still can’t quite form words, but nods her head furiously to her friend’s question while still glaring at the thing in front of her.

Steve gives a small nod and closes his eyes.

He takes in and releases a long breath, as he does, Eddie can spot the small twitches his eyes make beneath his lids and the slightly more pronounced breathing pattern that give away when angel becomes human.

Hazel eyes open, then immediately start blinking away tears. “Robin…” Steve breathes out like a sigh of relief.

A sharp, short, aggravated scream erupts from Robin, and her hands start flying.

“Whoa, what is happening right now? Is she freaking out? Is she okay?” “Yeah, she’s freaking out, and yes, she’s fine.” Nancy assures him, tracking Robin's movements with her eyes “She’s signing.” she nods and goes back to her fries.

“Ah…” Okay, that makes a bit more sense. “I would say let's leave them to it but I think we’re stuck here until they’re done.” he says, gesturing to the wall they’re sitting next to in the booth with his chin, but still watching Robin’s hands, trying his damndest to see if he can possibly pick up on anything she’s saying.

Nancy snorts a short laugh and watches her two friends for a bit. “I’d offer to teach you but I only know a few myself, y’know, just in case they–well, just her now–needs something in a non-verbal episode.”

“Do these happen a lot?” Wayne asks, his eyes also tracking Steve and Robin’s hands

Nancy gives him a sympathetic look. “The two of them have been through a lot, we all have, but yes, they’re more often than I’d like.”

Steve waves his hand at Nancy, getting her attention. He signs something, pointing to her, does something that looks like grabby hands with his hands stacked atop one another, then points to himself, moves to tap his closed fingertips to his mouth, moves the same hand, palm to his chest, moving it in a circle, then finishes with a crook of one finger, like suddenly he was the star of the Shining.

Robin looks incensed that he’d dare take his attention away from her when she’s very clearly trying to yell at him some more, and waves her hand directly in his face again before launching into even faster hand motions.

Nancy pushes her nearly empty plate of fries to Steve (who somehow continues his conversation with Robin one-handed as he shovels the cold fries into his mouth sloppily), and turns to ask Wayne something, already getting out of his seat, “I got it, don’t worry, what flavor does he want?”

“Strawberry!” she calls then turns back to a shocked Eddie. “Wayne knows sign?”

“News to me.” 

“Steve asked me to get him food.” She repeats each sign he’d done, “You. Get. Me. Food. Please.”

“What was the redrum shit he did at the end?” Eddie copies the finger motion.

“A question mark!” she says cheerily, copying the motion to him.

She continues to teach Eddie what she knows, just little things, like asking for water, how to say hungry, the sign for hurt, “That one is made over wherever it hurts, it’s distinctive enough to do one-handed, too.”

Finally, after Steve’s burger is gone, milkshake half-gone, the two friends’ hands finally still; their faces are soaked through with tears, chests heaving like they really had been screaming at each other this whole time.

Eddie tentatively reaches over to touch Steve’s shoulder “You doing okay, Big Boy?”

The man startles with a squeak and Eddie removes his hand like he’d been burned. “Who–who are you??”

“Uh…” Eddie says, as astute as ever, looking to Nancy for help. She just shrugs at him. Jerk. “Sorry, Stevie–Steve, I know the angel version of you.. I’m Eddie.” He puts out his hand for the man to shake.

Steve’s face tinges pink and signs something to Robin, pointing to Eddie, putting his palm flat to his own chest, then brings both his fists together at his knuckles over his heart, redrum-ing his thumbs in sync.

Robin speaks for the first time in a while, “How the hell should I know?? Just ask him yourself.” She crosses her arms over her chest angrily and looks away.

He clears his throat and turns back to Eddie, shaking his hand. “Nice to meet you, Eddie, sorry it wasn’t before I died.”

Robin squeaks, but Steve keeps his eyes fixed to Eddie’s. “Oh, uhm, nice to meet you too, Stevi–Steve. The angel version of you is pretty okay, but I wish I had too.” he smiles, releases Steve’s hand and leans forward, stage-whispering to the other man as if the angel couldn’t hear him. “The other guy is basically just a baby in a sweater.”

Steve blinks once and erupts into the most lovely peals of laughter.

Wayne clears his throat then, and smiles, Steve’s attention is pulled to the older Munson. “Nice to meet you, son. Name’s Wayne, I’m Eddie’s uncle.”

They shake hands and Nancy speaks up, “So, Steve, what happens now? Are you going to stay here? With the angel Steve?”

The smile melts off his face at that, “Oh, uhm.. I don’t think… no. No, I want to go back.”

Both girls’ faces twinge with hurt, Nancy’s behind her gentle smile, and Robin’s more pronounced in the hurt already on her face, still looking away from her soulmate.

Something in the air changes, and both Eddie and Wayne share a look, they both feel the need to escape the conversation that’s coming.

“I am okay right now, I was super hungry, but I can feel it coming. I can tell that if I wasn’t currently half celestial being right now, that the years of dealing with Upside Down would show themselves again.” his voice gets even smaller then “I’ve really been enjoying the break from it all.”

It’s Wayne who speaks first after that, clapping Steve on the shoulder closest to him. “You enjoy your break, son. Lord knows I wish I’d had that after we dealt with those flower-faced fucks back in my day.”

Spluttering chaos erupts from the three barely adults, “After you dealt–”, “A break?!”, “Flower-faced fucks? You know about the Demogorgons??”

“How do you guys know about Demogorgons?”

“How do you know about Demogorgons??”

“It’s a monster in D&D, what does that hav–”

“Oh my god, of course that’s where they got the name from.”

“They? Who’s ‘they’??”

Wayne raises a hand to stop them, and surprisingly, it works. “Back in my day, we didn’t have’a proper name for ‘em, just called them flower-faced fucks. And yes, we dealt with a few, my buddy Fred and I went snooping around the woods near–”

“Hawkins Lab right?” Nancy cuts in.

“Yep. nearly got us, but we’d been takin’ the long way from Emerson’s house after a game’a ball. Knocked the thing’s lights out with our bats, but it disappeared.

“Over the next, what, five years? We’d somehow be the unlucky ones to run into more of ‘em, but they quieted down about a year before I left. After I got Eddie o’course.”

“Well they ramped up bigtime in the last four for us, met a girl with superpowers, there were demogorgons, demodogs, a mindflayer, the mall burned down, there were Russians, it was a whole thing.” Robin rambles off, “It’s how Steve's gotten hurt so bad. Someone” she glares at him “decided to be the punching bag every time.”

He looks sheepish. “No one else was going to do it…The party says I’m their–”

“Paladin.” Eddie finishes with him. Of course he’d be a paladin.

Steve beams at him.

“How many concussions did’ja end up with, Mr. Paladin?” Wayne grouses from his chair.

“Th-three. I think. Uhm.. I got a plate to the head once, too.” He points to a small scar at his hairline above his left eyebrow, “That was just from a racist monster though, not like, a monster monster. Started losing my hearing on that side after that…hence the ASL.”

“Fuck…” Eddie can’t help it, the word just falls from his mouth.

“There’s someone else you need to talk to, Steve.” Robin cuts in, “You are staying here until tomorrow morning at least, so I can bring Dustin to you.” and finishes with a glare. “Where are you two staying?” She directs at Eddie.

“The Hawk Inn?” He looks to Wayne for confirmation, who nods. “The one right off the main road, just past the entering Hawkins sign.”

“Fine. I will be there with Dustin tomorrow at 8 am.” She stands and gives Steve a look, then heads out the front door to the beemer.

“D’ya mind staying on the mortal plane with us for a night, Stevie?” Eddie wraps his arm over Steve’s shoulders and gives him a slight shake.

“Dustin’s really gonna love you.” Steve’s lips twitch up into a still sad smile, “And no, I don’t mind, it’s for Dustin afterall.”

“Come on then, let's get you some beauty sleep.” He shoos him off the bench after Wayne stands to pay their check. “Nance, you gonna meet us there tomorrow?”

“Of course, you still haven’t told me about this hunting business.”

–

Ten minutes after the weirdest post-hunt meal ever (and that’s saying a lot), the van rattles to a stop in front of the motel.

“I call dibs on the shower!”

“Why d’ya need to shower? Your angel cleaned us all up no problem!”

“That’s not the point, Wayne, I still feel gross and I can’t sleep unless I feel like I’m clean.”

“Whatever, I’m going to bed.” He gets the door unlocked and pushes it open for the other two, closes it, and flops down onto one of the beds. “Make sure you put down salt lines before you get in there, Ed.”

Eddie rolls his eyes, but sets their regular wards and precautions. “You want to take a shower first, Steve?”

“No, I’m alright, I’m just going to lay down I think.”

“Sure, I will be out in a few.”

He grabs up his things, preparing to take a few extra minutes to brace himself for catching a few hours on the hard motel loveseat.

Eddie ends up relaxing a bit too much while in the shower though, waking up from a doze when the water temperature starts to dip. Grumbling, he gets out and towels off, working off muscle memory alone. Dry off body, scrunch hair, pull on boxers, brush teeth, drop towel on floor, shuffle to bed.

He’s out as soon as his head touches the pillow.

—--

Eddie soon becomes aware of two things: One, how damn soft whatever it is he’s laying on is, and Two: the familiar weight of another person on top of him.

He opens his eyes, and groans as they adjust to the light to take in the sight above him. 

Steve’s flushed and slightly sweaty face blink into clarity and Eddie’s aware of a third thing. 

They’re both completely naked.

He groans again when he feels something brush across the head of his cock, then again as whatever it was wraps around him.

“St-Steve?” he breathes, “Ungh, Stevie, that feels so good.”

Steve releases his hold on the two of them, and he feels his arms secure themselves  around his back instead. He’s lifted up into Steve’s lap, straddling his knees, and arms draping around his neck.

“Tell me about it, angel.” Steve says, and Eddie looks down at his (beautiful, perfect) face, but is distracted by something behind him.

“Holy shit.” He breathes out, feeling Steve’s hair brush against his abdomen when he turns to look at what it is that caught Eddie’s attention.

“Oh, those?” the wings shuffle to life from where they’d been lying, dropped lazily to the ground from Steve’s back.

Eddie watches them curl in on themselves, folding in before unfurling back out, this time spreading high and wide. They are enormous, astounding, and leave Eddie awestruck looking up at them. The feathers catch the light in ways he hadn’t thought possible. A golden sheen glints off the chestnut and auburn colored feathers, patterns Eddie's certainly never seen before.

He reaches forward and touches a finger to the plumage, then just has to sink his whole hand into them. “They’re so soft..”

“They’re old news,” The honey-sweet sound of Steve’s voice snaps his attention back from the mesmerizing wings to the man they are protruding from. “These, however, are simply divine.” Steve says as he slides his hands up Eddie’s back from where they’d been wrapped around his waist.

If he thought the feeling of those hands on his skin was heavenly (hah), some other word entirely new needed to be created for the feeling that shot through him when Steve touched…something on his shoulder blades.

“Ah…hah…what are you–” Eddie turns his head to look over his shoulder the best he could, struggling to see what Steve’s talking about.

“C’mon darling, you can do it, lift those pretty wings of yours for me to see.” Steve sighs.

Eddie can’t compute anything he just heard in the slightest. Struggling to make sense of what the hell is happening right now and desperately trying not to come at how Steve’s words had affected him.

Through no conscious thought of his own, two dark brown, nearly black wings shoot up behind him, and Eddie is picked up from Steve’s lap for a split second from the momentum of the movement. He watches as they posture themselves into a mirror image of Steve’s (though they are noticeably smaller). Eddie feels his skin beneath the feathers contract slightly, making the feathers puff up in a feeble attempt to match themselves to the senior angel’s size.

He realizes that he’d been craning his neck to look up at his wings when he feels Steve’s lips and hot breath pepper across the column of his throat.

“Such a sweet little thing, my Eddie.” Steve laughs against his adam's apple when Eddie bucks his hips forward into Steve’s stomach involuntarily and a whine escapes his lips. 

The angel leaves one hand grasped over the base of one of Eddie’s wings and traces his fingertips down the bumps in his spine, then down further between the cleft of his ass with the other.

“Oohhh, fuck, Steve–Ah!” Eddie’s hips pitch forward again and his hands tangle themselves into the hair at the back of Steve’s neck, pulling the angel forward to his throat again which he latches onto immediately. 

Steve sucks bruises into Eddie’s neck as he pushes and prods and swirls his finger around his hole. “Relax my love, let me take you, take care of you.”

Eddie nods dumbly, breathing hard, willing himself to relax. He sighs and closes his eyes, rests his forehead against Steve’s once the other man pushes a finger past the ring of muscle.

“Good, good job starlight. You’re so beautiful.” Steve praises as he pumps his finger in and out.

Eddie opens his eyes and looks down at the man below him, though it’s short-lived, as his eyes roll back with yet another groan as Steve adds a second finger.

“That’s it, baby, you take me so well.”

Eddie opens his eyes again, cataloging as much minute detail, every expression that flits across Steve's face as he can while the angel works him open.

The brilliant hazel of his eyes seem to glow around the dark of his pupils, the flush on his face slowly working down his neck to his collarbones; but it’s the look of absolute reverence that has Eddie weak. The angel admires him as if he is some sort of gift. Like Eddie is a breath of fresh air, an ice-cold soda on a hot day, not the broken, unworthy man that’s somehow been graced by a literal angel’s presence.

He knows what his own face must look like, eyes hooded, pupils blown wide, mouth hanging open as he pants with desire, but Steve relishes in it, pulls him in for an open-mouthed kiss as a third finger is pushed in along the other two. Their tongues roll languidly against each other, hot breath changing lungs while Steve works.

“Ah–Steve, sunshine–I’m ready. Please!”

“Of course, Eddie.” Steve sounds like he’s out of breath; he removes his fingers and lifts Eddie easily, lining himself up with his opening.

Eddie pitches backwards as the head of Steve’s cock pushes into him.

“Easy there, darling,” Steve chuckles as he holds Eddie close, “Those things are heavy when you let them relax like that.”

Eddie hums in response, taking a second to figure out what Steve’s talking about. Tilting his head back and looking up, he doesn’t see the dark chocolate brown of his own feathers, so he turns instead. “Ah, there they are.” he says, still feeling boneless.

Steve chuckles, “That they are. Fold them up for me, Eddie, so I can lay you back.”

Eddie’s brain is swimming, but he’s doing his best to make it and his wings cooperate, “Mmmm, want you to, want you to fuck me down into them…” 

A rumbling groan sounds in Steve’s chest “Eddie. Fold them in. Now.” Steve’s impressive wingspan had relaxed somewhere in the last few minutes, but are thrown upwards again as if to emphasize his words.

Just like before, at Steve’s command, Eddie’s body immediately follows the direction. His wings snap in around him and Steve lays him down into plush feathers, pushing further into Eddie at the same time.

They groan in unison. “You are so perfect, so pliant for me.” Steve praises and he starts to move, pulling the most sinful noises from Eddie’s throat as he is fucked into over and over.

“Yes, yes, please don’t stop!” Steve listened to his pleas. He didn’t stop. In fact, he pitched his hips into a slightly different angle, and went in harder and harder, plunging into Eddie so fully and so dead on he was seeing stars.

“Eddie, Eddie…” Steve chants his name in time with Eddie’s moans, “Eddie, I’m–”

-

A sharp pinging alarm wakes him, always set to 7am sharp.

Eddie grumbles some nonsense as he pushes his face farther into the firm mattress, warm where he’d been laying, and reaches to turn off his alarm.

He does, then settles back down fully, swearing to himself that he’s just gonna get a short little snooze in…and turns over to–

“Jesus H. Christ!” Eddie jumps so high he ends up on the rough carpet, looking up at the man sitting on the opposite side of his bed.

“Good morning, Eddie.” Steve turns his head and smiles down at him on the floor. “What were you dreaming about?”

Steve looks pointedly down to Eddie’s lap.

He looks down at himself, “Oh shit,” He snatches up the discarded comforter from Wayne’s bed to cover himself, a wet spot on his boxers making the fabric stick to his skin. “Fuck, I’m just gonna…” He trails off, hopping up and grabbing whatever clothes he can find and darting into the bathroom to the sounds of Steve’s muffled laughter 

He changes quickly, his base layer being almost exactly what he was wearing yesterday thanks to Stevie cleaning them up like he did after dealing with that ghost. He leaves the small bathroom and grabs one of Wayne’s flannels from his duffel. 

“Looks like Wayne got up before us.”

“He did, he asked if we wanted anything when he left.”

“Eh, he knows what I like.” Eddie shrugs.

The pair sit in silence for a few moments before Steve breaks it. “I’m sorry I scared you, Eddie.”

‘Yep, totally, that’s the only reason I freaked out. Definitely not because of the crazy sexy dreams I was having about you.’ Eddie thinks to himself.

“No worries, Big Boy, I’m just not used to waking up to someone in my bed.” If that ain’t the truth. He clears his throat, “I normally talk in my sleep, I didn’t say anything embarrassing did I?”

“Only some groaning.” Steve shrugs to himself.

He lets out a relieved breath. “Good, that’s good.”

“Oh, wait,” Steve snaps his fingers (“Oh no…”). “You did say ‘Yes, yes, please don’t stop!’.” 

Steve throws him a shit-eating grin but before Eddie can sputter out a single decibel, the sound of a key jiggling in the room lock snaps him up to his feet to grab the knob.

“Oh no you don’t, do the knock!” he calls, shoulder pressed against the door to keep it closed.

Eddie hears Wayne’s exasperated sigh through the thin door, but their decided pattern of a knock is tapped out and he opens the door.

Wayne steps through with a bag of take out from the nearby fast food joint. “Thought for sure you'd still be out cold. Eddie’s got a habit of snoozing five too many times.” Wayne directs the last at Steve, who chuckles in response.

Eddie just rolls his eyes, “Bullies. The both of you.” he points at the greasy bag in Wayne’s hand “Now gimme some of that so I’m not dying of hunger when we meet this Dustin kid.”

>:) Part 4 here!

@undreaming-rambles, @potentialheartofdarkness, @munsonfamilyband, @evix-syne666

[steddieunderdogfics]

Suitcase of Memories by Sidekick_Hero & Legitcookie

@sidekick-hero, @legitcookie

Rating: Explicit

55,749 words, 6/6 chapters

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Alternate Universe - Reincarnation, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Supernatural Elements, Minor Character Death, Steve Harrington Needs a Hug, Eddie Munson is a Sweetheart, Barista Steve Harrington, Musician Eddie Munson, Platonic Soulmates Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington Has Bad Parents, Meet-Cute, Dreams

Summary:

In a bygone era, two men overcome all societal norms and find an instant, powerful connection that defies all odds. Their secret love blossoms in the shadows, forming an unbreakable bond. However, fate eventually intervenes, cruelly tearing them apart. Fast forward to the present day, Steve awakens from a startling dream that feels surprisingly real, like he was really there. The memory of it haunts his every waking moment, making him question if he somehow recognizes the mysterious, curly-haired stranger playing his guitar at a street-corner, although they have never met before. Steve continues to cross paths with this enigmatic figure, Eddie, until they surrender to fate and their instant attraction. As their relationship deepens, Steve's dreams become increasingly vivid, detailed, and intense, leaving him with an uncanny sense of familiarity. They also strangely reflect the growing romance and struggles of his newfound relationship. Is it all just a coincidence, or is there a deeper connection that defies the boundaries of time and fate?

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[soupinaboot]

X-files Steddie au when?

[hawkins-archive]

I'm toying with the idea of a Steddie SPN AU. Can't decide if I want to go for Gabriel!Eddie and Sam!Steve or Dean!Eddie and Cas!Steve. (Robin would match Steve, so in the first one she'd be Steve's hunting partner and in the second she'd be another angel.)

Leaning towards the first one if only because Eddie as the Trickster would be so much fun, but I thought it'd be nice to get some opinions.

[lukas-dusk]

I have so much weird AU, like, the one where. Steve (harrington) is Dean and Castiel kid. Like the fuck? But I fucking don't care I love it 🙏

Castiel : So how’s the food Dean made?

Steve : It's great! Compliments to Him!

Castiel : *goes to the kitchen*

Castiel : You're adorable.

Dean : *blushes*

━

Dean : Why are there little handprints all over the walls?

Castiel, whispering : Why are there little handprints all over the walls?

Kid Steve, whispering : Because I have little hands.

Castiel : Because he have little hands.

━

Steve : Can we go out to get icecream?

Dean : Did you ask Castiel?

Steve : He said no.

Dean : Then why did you ask me?

Steve : He's not the boss of you.

Dean, internally : It's a trap, it's a trap, it's a trap.

━

Steve : And now for a gay update with my parents.

Dean : Getting gayer.

Steve : Thank you, Dad.

━

Dean : *yawns*

Castiel : Yeah, being that pretty must be tiring.

Dean : Then you must be exhuasted.

Steve : Will you two shut up? Some of us are lonely.

━