It Was Very Metal, And Very Gay

Soft

Blue masquerade, strangers look on

When will they learn this loneliness?

Temptation heat beats like a drum

Deep in your veins, I will not lie -Cry little Sister.

On insta I said I was going to do a special picture for Friday the 13th as it's also my birthday. And everyone seemed to agree it was to be Lost Boys or Steddie. So here's Lost Boys Steddie. Steve thinks it's just an innocent beach date and he’s embarrassed by his ketchup accident. And Eddie is trying so hard not to reveal his not so innocent vampire tendencies. Or you could say I just wanted to draw cute guys in leather 😁

It’s 1994, and Eddie’s been a guest of Uncle Sam at Pelican Bay since it opened in ‘89, when his public defender stopped defending and he resigned himself to the sixty to life bag the Spring Break of ‘86 had left him holding. Sure, the series of frantic transfers that made Wayne and the Party lose track of him (and cost him his unlikely prison penpal, Steve Harrington) truly were a bummer, but life’s actually not too bad, in the long run: he’d got three hots and a cot, ya know, and sometimes a few of the other inmates actually believe him when he tells them he’s innocent. Still — the new lawyer and a paralegal shaped suspiciously like one Erica Sinclair is starting to give him pause, and make him wonder if the story's not quite over yet…

Or: a story about seven letters, the worst love song ever written, and a heist.

read the completed fic by @greatunironic HERE or listen to the gorgeous podfic by @daysarestranger HERE