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“You’re kind of a bitch, you know that?”
“Yeah, and you love me for it.”
Shit. He didn’t mean to say it like that. That isn’t something you tell a guy you’re probably maybe definitely in love with. And you definitely make it sound like a joke when the guy’s eyes widen like that.
Steve forces a casual laugh, hand going to the back of his neck. “But yeah, I mean, old habits die hard, right?”
“Tell me about it,” Eddie says softly and takes another sip of his beer. Steve feels the weight of his gaze on him. It’s nice, like a warm blanket settling over him. He likes being the center of Eddie’s attention.
They’re sitting on Steve’s car overlooking the quarry. Every time he’s up here, Steve has the urge to jump; to feel the wind rushing all over his body and to crack the surface of the water and not feel the crushing weight of his thoughts and feelings constantly swirling. He’s not dumb, he knows it’s too high up and instead of just cracking the surface he’d also crack every bone in his body. Still, the urge doesn’t cease.
“Wanna go for a swim?” Eddie asks, like he’s reading his mind. Or maybe Eddie’s just as familiar with the urge to get away from his own thoughts once in a while.
Steve scoffs. “You bring a swimsuit?”
“No,” Eddie says dryly, “but you have something on under those jeans, right?”
“Duh.”
“Hey, I’m not one to assume. It makes an ass out of you and me,” Eddie says with a wide smile.
“Too late,” retorts Steve with a smile of his own to take the sting out of his words. Eddie bites his bottom lip and punches Steve’s shoulder playfully. It really shouldn’t be as attractive as it is, nothing sexual about the touch, but it still has the butterflies in Steve’s stomach flutter their wings tentatively, ready to take flight at the slightest signal.
“Asshole,” mumbles Eddie, but his voice is soft, making the word sound like he means the exact opposite. The scar on the left side of his face moves with the way he smiles at Steve and it does nothing to detract from how handsome he is; if anything it only serves to highlight it. “You in or out?”
This could be a bad idea, because even under normal circumstances, Steve has to keep himself from doing something dumb, like kissing Eddie senseless, but with seeing Eddie half naked and wet? Capital “s” kind of stupid.
But what had Joyce told them? It's time to stop looking over your shoulder and enjoy yourselves. He's not sure if she meant ogling the boy you're in love with, but with Joyce, you never know
“I’m in.”
Instead of cannonballing off the cliff and to certain death, Steve drives them down the gravel path to the mouth of the water, hands gripping the steering wheel tight, and mentally psyching himself up. This is fine. Everything is going to be fine. Just two dudes swimming together. At night. In just their underwear. Totally normal thing to do.
Despite his best efforts, Steve still isn't prepared for when they get out of the car and Eddie starts to take off his shirt. He grabs it by the neck and pulls it over his head, just like that. As if the sight didn't make Steve's mouth water and his head spin, Eddie's tattoos on full display, his muscles stretching under his scar-painted skin. The shirt sliding over his head lifts Eddie's hair, exposing his long neck for a moment; the paleness is tantalizing, and Steve can imagine bruises blooming there, and licks his lips at the thought. The moment stirs something in Steve's chest that has become all too familiar over the past five months.
As Eddie starts undoing his belt buckle, Steve turns away and takes a deep breath. He hopes the water is cold enough to tell his body to calm down.
Steve removes his own shirt, feeling eyes on his back as he does, but he doesn’t turn around to check if that feeling is just his mind grasping at straws of hope. Before he can get his pants down all the way, he hears a splash and whips his head towards the sound.
Eddie is under the water and then suddenly emerges, wet hair clinging to his face. He brings two hands up, bends his head down, and throws his head back using his hands and the force to get the hair out of his face. He looks like he’s in a commercial for something Steve definitely wasn’t paying attention to, but will be buying twelve of.
The moment of unbridled lust is temporarily broken when Eddie’s face contorts and he yells, “Shit! It’s freezing!”
Steve can't help but smile fondly and shake his head in adoration. Eddie catches at least some of what Steve's expression means, because he smiles back at Steve and waves him in. “Get in, man. My dick’s about to become an icicle.”
I’ll warm it up for you, Steve’s mind unhelpfully supplies.
"Okay, listen," Steve starts, standing with his hands on his hips as intimidatingly as he can when only clad in his boxers, "we both know what happens when it's cold, so no judging, okay?”
Eddie laughs at that before his eyes drop from Steve's face, wandering south, and Steve has to fight the urge to cover himself with his hands. "Sure. But I don't think you have anything to worry about, big boy," Eddie assures him, grinning up at him with bright eyes, the amusement clear in them.
At times like this, Steve doesn't know what is stopping him from just grabbing Eddie's face and planting one on him. It would be so easy, but something always stops him. It's the possibility of being wrong, of losing something he's allowed himself to need too much to go on without.
Steve just runs towards the shoreline, towards Eddie, as fast as he can, and jumps, cannonballing straight into the water.
He lands just inches from where Eddie is standing, spraying him with so much water that when he breaks the surface, Eddie's hair is all over his face again. He's sputtering, spitting water in Steve's general direction. It all looks so ridiculous that Steve takes pity on him.
With a step forward, Steve pushes the wet hair out of Eddie's face, the gesture less playful and more gentle than it should be. He's been doing this for months now, finding reasons to touch Eddie, to put his hands on him in any way he can. The excuses get thinner and thinner, the touches bolder and bolder as Eddie keeps smiling at him, not pulling away but leaning in.
Steve dances that fine line of plausible deniability like a tightrope walker, but Eddie keeps him off balance, and he doesn't know if the next time will be the one where he falls. Doesn't know if Eddie will catch him if he does.
When he can see Eddie's eyes again under all that hair, he finds them glaring back at him playfully. "You think you're funny, but you're not."
"You're right. I'm hilarious."
"Whatever helps you sleep at night, Harrington." Thinking of you, Steve thinks, then pushes the thought away.
Silence falls between them, stretching like a cat basking in the sun, warm and contented. Steve realizes how close they are when their expanding chests almost touch with each inhale and Eddie fills all his senses. Beneath the smell of the quarry, Eddie's scent is in his nose and he can count every single freckle on Eddie's face. The feel of his hair and wet skin under Steve's fingers lingers, and Steve thinks the only thing missing is taste. He desperately wants to taste Eddie.
Before he can do something foolish, like lean in and bridge the minimal space between their lips, he breaks the moment.
He takes a subtle step back and jerks his chin toward a large rock a few feet from them. "Wanna race?"
Eddie scoffs. "This isn't even a contest. You were on the swim team."
"Captain of the swim team." Steve corrects him, a shit-eating grin on his face.
"My point still stands."
"Come on. It's good exercise."
"You're making me want to do it less and less.” Eddie slides his hands over the surface of the water, barely causing any ripples, and casting a spell over Steve. “Can't we just chill Harrington? There's no need to —” and Eddie starts swimming as fast as he can away from Steve, water splashing all around him, and making embarrassingly short progress.
“Hey! Cheater!” Steve yells with a laugh and takes off after him. It’s only a moment later when he catches up to Eddie, hand wrapping easily around his ankle, and he pulls Eddie back towards him.
Eddie comes easily, and that should have been his first warning. His second should have been that when Eddie turns to face him, instead of looking startled, he has a mischievous grin on his face. Before Steve's brain can catch up, Eddie shoots both hands up to Steve's head to dunk him. He's barely under for a moment, can still hear Eddie cackling above him and feel his hands on him, ready to pull him up if necessary. He's safe with Eddie, and that keeps any residual trauma from Lover's Lake at bay, allowing him to enjoy himself. They're just two dumb kids horsing around, so Steve takes the opportunity and wraps his arms around Eddie, squeezing his middle and using all his strength to flip him over.
Underwater, Eddie manages to get a knee between them, pushing out of Steve's grip. They race to the surface, breaking it at exactly the same time (because Eddie's a dirty cheater, Steve thinks fondly), immediately searching each other's eyes. Laughter builds on their faces as they catch their breath before it falls out of them. "Who's the asshole now, Munson?”
Eddie taps his chin in mock thought, then glances sideways at Steve. “Still you.”
Steve's eyebrows shoot up playfully as he swims closer to Eddie. "Oh yeah?" Eddie's smile grows wider the closer Steve gets, his attempt to swim away half-assed at best. Like prey waiting to be caught.
“What are you gonna do about it?” It sounds flirty, Eddie’s voice an octave lower than it normally is, and his eyes become molten. Steve swears he also saw those same eyes flick briefly to his lips.
The Steve from before would’ve taken chance and kissed Eddie. He wants to so badly. He wants to see how soft they are, what sweet sounds come out of them in the quiet of a bedroom.
But he can’t, not until he’s positive that it’s reciprocated. The thought of being with Eddie makes his heart want to burst, but the thought of losing Eddie because he read him wrong isn’t something he wants to imagine.
So, instead of answering Eddie, he lowers his gaze to look up from his eyelashes, earning a slightly surprised look from Eddie. What Eddie doesn’t notice is Steve stretching his arm out, hand vertical to the water with his palm out. In one sweeping motion, Steve pushes as much water as possible with his arm and hand, sending a wave straight towards Eddie, covering him entirely as he brings his hands up on instinct to shield himself.
Eddie spits water out of his mouth again, and takes the hair tie from his wrist, throwing his hair up in a bun to keep it out of his face. “It’s on, Stevie.”
They shove at each other, wrestling to get the upper hand but to Steve it feels more and more like an excuse to touch for both of them. Hands that are supposed to push away pulling the other in, a slapping becoming a lingering touch instead. They're laughing the whole time, free, unrestrained, like they've known each other since they were kids, brought together by fighting dragons in a play pretend world instead of monsters that almost killed them.
Time passes quickly, the sun a distant memory as the stars show themselves, moon bright and full. Eddie stops suddenly with a wince as he holds his side. “Okay, okay, time out,” he says with a chuckle, and lays on his back and floating.
The full moon above them is bright, bathing them in it's ethereal glow. It glitters on the water that's clinging to Eddie's skin, making it look like he's glowing from within and Steve can’t look away.
Eddie's always been pretty, once you get past the brashness of his demeanor. Steve is used to Eddie being in motion, always. It's so rare that he's still, rare that Steve can get his fill without Eddie going through a whole two-hour movie worth of expressions. There's a slight pinch between his eyebrows that tells Steve he's probably hurting, but he's still looking at peace, and it eases something in Steve's chest.
Right here, right now, they are just Steve and Eddie. Two twenty-somethings going for a late swim and having fun. No world to save, no monsters haunting their sleeping and sometimes waking hours. Here they can just be, together.
Steve moves towards him, lays a hand on his shoulder, and Eddie looks over at him, small smile teasing his dimples.
“You okay, man?”
“Yeah, scars are just pulling. I'm fine. Too happy to let it bother me anyway.”
Steve reluctantly lets go of Eddie's shoulder, but doesn't move far. He just pulls his legs up so that he's floating right next to Eddie, looking up at the sky. The stars are brighter than Steve ever remembered them being.
The water is still as he and Eddie float on their backs, taking it all in, soft movements keeping them afloat, and Steve is aware of Eddie's body heat in the cool water, feels it warming his own skin, their pinkies touching now and then as they move their hands. He wants to link them so badly, to keep Eddie close, always.
“You ever look up there and think how small and insignificant we are?”
Eddie snorts. “You sound like you’re high and we didn’t even smoke”
“Yeah, I know. I guess I just feel weird. But do you?”
Steve feels Eddie’s eyes on him as he’s quietly contemplating it, “Yeah, yeah I do,” he starts, “In the grand scheme of things, yeah, we’re pretty small. Even with saving the world. But I don’t know…” he trails off a moment, and Steve thinks that that’s it.
“To someone, you mean the world.”
Steve looks back at Eddie, taking in his words, and Eddie doesn’t turn away, but continues on, “Even if you’re small, in someone’s life, you’re the moon. Or the sun. I don’t know, something big. Not small or insignificant at all.”
Steve is quiet as he lets the words sink in. “I like that.”
They stare at each other, the only two people in the entire world in that moment.
"You need to stop looking at me like that," Eddie whispers, his voice close to Steve’s ear. When did they get so close?
"Like what?"
"Like I hung the moon or some shit," he says with a soft chuckle, but his eyes never leave Steve’s.
Steve turns his face away, back to the comfort of the stars, as a chill passes through his body. He was too obvious, put too much of himself out there to see. "Sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."
"Shit no, Steve- That's not—" Eddie says, “I just... don't want to get the wrong idea here."
Steve feels his face fall and is unable to control it fast enough before Eddie sees it, and Eddie is quick to right himself. Steve follows suit, not sure what will happen next but wanting them to be on equal footing.
They're still looking at each other, but something has shifted in the air, a new heaviness that makes Steve's heart race. Before his fight-or-flight response can kick in, though, Eddie reaches out for him, wrapping his hand around Steve's wrist to keep him from running away.
"That's not what I mean. I mean," Eddie takes a breath and runs his hand over his face. "Jesus. I mean... You can look at me like that. Just. Don't take it back later. I need you to mean it, Steve."
Steve looks down at Eddie's hand still around his arm, eyes fixed where their skin touches. He doesn't want Eddie to see what's behind his eyes, not yet.
"How... What do you want it to mean?" A deep breath, like Steve's getting ready to dive back into Lovers Lake, to put his life on the line once again. Just like then, he can be brave.
"Fuck it,” he says with another deep breath, eyes going back towards the sky, reminding him he might be small, might be insignificant, but if he wants to be Eddie’s sun, he has to take the dive. “Whatever you want it to mean, it's yours."
Eddie’s breath catches audibly at Steve’s words and he has to look at him. Eddie steps even closer to him, something Steve didn’t think possible. They’re so close now, eyes locked on each other and Steve can feel Eddie’s breath on his face. There are galaxies in the dark chocolate of Eddie’s eyes and he wants to explore them for the rest of his life.
Eddie’s eyes flick down to Steve’s lips, and there’s no denying it this time. A tingle of anticipation runs down his spine, and he wants to close the distance between them more than anything.
“Do you ever think…” Eddie trails off, eyes moving over Steve’s face, taking in every detail with great care.
Steve leans in, and now they're touching, just barely, as if every hair and fiber of their being is drawn to each other, eager to bridge the gap. He feels so keyed up, wants Eddie so badly, that he whispers back in the breath of space between them, "Think what?”
Eddie keeps looking at him for just a moment, and Steve can see the cogs turning in his head; weighing his options. Steve knows the look, holds his breath and waits for Eddie to take the dive with him.
Eddie takes a step back and runs his hand over his face, plastering a jovial smile on his face.
“I’m freezing. Maybe we should head back.”
The hope Steve felt building recedes just as quickly, but he doesn’t let it show, just smiles at Eddie and forces a chuckle to ease whatever was in the air moments ago. “Yeah, let’s go.”
Neither of them move immediately, but Eddie reaches out and playfully pushes Steve's shoulder. His touch lingers before he pulls it back and starts swimming toward the shore. Steve watches his retreating form and then joins him, quickly catching up to Eddie, smiling lightheartedly as he impromptu races him back.
It's hard to be too disappointed, though. Not with Eddie still stealing glances at him, his body still warm and alive right next to his, their shoulders touching as they redress. It's not a no, Steve knows that now. It's a later.
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Steve's life goes on as usual. Well, okay, not his life, because he's dead. His un-life goes on, or something. Semantics were never his thing.
He sleeps during the day and roams the streets of Hawkins at night, making sure to stay away from humans and vampires alike. He's not a big fan of either, so he keeps to himself. It sounds lonely when he says it like that, but he's a vampire. He has no soul to feel loneliness, or so they say.
It's a few weeks later that Steve sees him again.
The human is talking to another vampire, or more likely goading him, and tries to pull out his holy water gun again, but the vampire is too quick. Steve suspects that the other vampires in town must have heard about this trick by now. This one, Jason, if Steve remembers his name correctly, definitely has. Vampires are terrible gossips, he found out, something that not even death seems to cure in people.
The human's eyes widen in surprise as Jason pins him to the ground and he tries in vain to push the vampire off of him so he can crawl away, but he has no chance. It doesn't look good for him, but Steve has underestimated him before, and he is sure that the human must have another trick up his sleeve.
Jason smiles menacingly down at the human prey beneath him and Steve can tell that he thinks he has the upper hand by far. At any moment, the human will surprise them both. Steve holds his breath, even though he doesn't have to draw one at all, and waits for it, when Jason leans down and bares his fangs. Steve can hear the human's heart beating wildly in his chest, a panicky bird flapping against the bars of its cage, and he realizes that no, there's no trick.
Call it a soft heart (the other vampires definitely do), but Steve feels drawn to help him. He doesn't want to question it, he just chalks it up to his knowledge that this particular vampire is an asshole. That's what he tells himself as he jumps behind the vampire, puts both hands on his head, and twists. There's a loud snap, like someone stepping on a dry twig, and the vampire falls to the ground.
He's not dead. Or he is, but he's still undead. Goddamn semantics. What matters is that Steve knows that Jason is only out for a little while and that he will be pissed when he comes to again. He looks down at the human who's still lying on the ground, his chest heaving, and Steve can hear the blood rushing through his veins, can smell it. His fangs tingle.
They make eye contact and the human's eyebrows are furrowed, eyes still wide and pupils dilated with fear, but there's something else in his eyes too, something that looks a lot like curiosity.
Great, just what he needs, another human who wants to know shit about him. As if Dustin and his endless questions for Science, Steve weren't enough. He needs to nip this one in the bud.
“You got a sword or something?”
The human blinks at him, seemingly trying to shake himself out of his stupor. "What?"
Steve's eyebrows climb practically to his hairline and he rolls his eyes with a sarcastic look on his face before sweeping his hand in the general direction of the still unconscious Jason. "A sword? Y'know, sharp, pointy thing that can finish this?" Is this guy for real?
Still looking back at Steve, the guy pulls out a short blade, and Steve looks around to make sure no one is around to witness what he just did. What he is about to do.
His kind don't help hunters. Their literal job is to kill them. If one of the others found out, there would be a target on his back.
Steve turns back to the human, who is back on his feet and still looking at Steve with the same curiosity. It’s tinged with suspicion, his head tilted to the side, eyes scanning over him.
“You’re a vampire.”
Steve snorts. “No duh, Sherlock.”
"You just knocked out one of your own."
"Got it in one. Though it pains me to be associated with scum like him." He toes Jason's head none too gently before using his supernatural speed to grab the human's blade and sever Jason's head from the rest of his useless body before the human can even blink. Jason’s body crumbles to dust right before their eyes and Steve smirks. He likes showing off, sue him.
The human gapes at him, his hand closing around the air where the blade had been seconds ago, but quickly recovers. "What the fuck, dude? This doesn't make any sense. There's no such thing as a good vampire."
"Got that right too. Such a smart human. Want a treat?"
"Oh, look, he's funny. If you're a vampire, why would you help me?"
"I'm bored?"
They stare at each other, playing a weird game of undead chicken.
Instead of indulging this line of question further, Steve says, "You really need to have a backup plan, rookie. You almost ended up being Jason's breakfast."
“Jason?” Eddie asks, but then looks at the pile of ash on the ground. “Ah. Not a very cool vampire name. You guys don’t make up something better after…?” After gesturing to Steve Eddie brings his fingers up to mimic fangs. Steve scrunches his nose and shakes his head.
This conversation has already gone on too long for Steve’s comfort. “Okay, I’m out of here. Just - cover your ass better next time, okay? I’m not saving it again.”
“I don’t need you to save my ass.”
Steve looks down where Jason's body was moments ago. "Uh huh.”
“Hey, I had it handled,” Eddie bites out.
Steve snorts. “Whatever helps you sleep, rookie.”
“Stop calling me that. I’m not a rookie.”
Steve turns towards the human, eyeing him up and down. “I will when you stop acting like one.”
Before the human can answer, Steve leaves. He’s already stayed around far longer than he should have, and done far more than any vampire would for a human. Especially a hunter.
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The playground is desolate and dark, the only sound the wind whistling in the trees and through the skeletal structures of the slides and monkey bars. Steve is perched atop an abandoned building nearby, watching the scene unfold before him. Being immortal can get boring pretty quickly, Steve has found out, so he's grateful for any kind of entertainment he can get.
Having not only impeccable night vision, but also heightened senses, helps him keep track of what's going on while staying out of sight. There's a man about Steve's age before... well, before he joined the undead. He doesn't look particularly remarkable, if Steve is honest. About his height, long black hair that hangs around his head in messy curls, skin almost as pale as Steve's. The most striking thing about him is the way his big brown eyes sparkle with mischievous triumph instead of the fear Steve would have expected.
Surrounding the man, Steve counts five vampires, fangs bared, faces contorted into that ugly grimace they all share when they "vamp out," as Dustin likes to call it.
He's intrigued, to say the least, because more impressive men would have cowered, but not this guy. Steve leans forward, unconsciously drawn to the strange scene. Then, the human does something that makes Steve scoff, and he would have been discovered were it not for the way the other vampires laugh openly at the man as he pulls out two brightly colored guns. Rightly so, Steve thinks. Guns don't do shit, rookie.
Seconds later, when the human pulls the triggers of both guns and water squirts out instead of bullets, he has to revise his contemptuous scoff. The vampires all scream in agony and try to shield themselves with their arms. Steve sees smoke rising from where the water hits them, his eyebrows arch in surprise and something close to grudging respect sparks when he realizes that the guns are loaded with holy water. Huh. Maybe he's not hopeless after all.
Still, the two guns are not enough to fight off five vampires. The man keeps squirting water until it runs out, but only two of the five have retreated. Steve expects to finally see fear in those expressive eyes, but no, instead a devilish grin spreads across his face. His hand grabs something on his back and he pulls out a much larger but also strangely colored gun.
"Hasta la vista, motherfuckers," he yells as he pulls the trigger and a literal jet of water sprays out. The remaining vampires scurry away as fast as their supernatural strength allows, and the human cackles in triumph.
Steve is honestly impressed, despite himself. What a strange human.
He gets to his feet and disappears into the night.
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Part of an ongoing series @sidekick-hero and I will be doing! We’ll be going back and forth posting parts, so keep that in mind
This is dedicated to our Elle Woods-coded, big brained, fabulous friend @yournowheregirl We’re taking your twilight loving heart, corrupting it with a show you’ve never seen (btvs), and making our blorbos smash together like barbies. We adore you immensely and would be nothing without you <333
Sure, he always knew he'd stay with Wayne, even through the occasional dreams of getting out of this shithole of a town. Staying here, with Wayne and Chrissy, was something he had imagined when he thought about the future, but he never thought his life would become this. Growing up, vampires and werewolves and swamp monsters were figments of people's imaginations. Stories to be told around the campfire. The right stuff for movies and books, but too scary (or campy) to be real. The Munson Doctrine was pretty clear on this.
That is, until Eddie walks in on an actual vampire sucking the life out of his best friend his senior year. He's not proud that his first reaction was to freeze in absolute horror, his mind rejecting what was happening right in front of him. Chrissy was lying motionless, a tall guy with dirty blond hair leaning over her, his teeth prolonged into fangs and dark blood dripping from his mouth. Eddie's body felt numb, but he stumbled over to Chrissy as fast as his shaky legs could carry him and tried to help her, but nothing he did would dislodge the vampire. It actually seemed like the bastard thought it was funny.
Just as Eddie was about to go into full panic mode, ready to do something probably very stupid, the doors to the gym slammed loudly open. Both the vampire's and Eddie's heads whipped around in perfect harmony at the sound, something he would have found hilarious under any other circumstances. Before Eddie knew what was happening, the vampire gasped, a choked sound of utter surprise, and clutched at his chest, where a stake protruded from where Eddie thought his heart must be.
Right in front of Eddie's eyes, the vampire made one last garbled sound before simply turning to ash. Eddie slowly looked up from where a monster of the night had just been feasting on his best friend to a tall, broad man holding a crossbow at eye level.
"What the —" Before Eddie could finish the thought, Chrissy started coughing and his attention was drawn back to helping his friend. The man walked over to them, watching as Eddie pulled off his shirt and pressed it to the wound at Chrissy's throat. After a long moment, he said, "She'll be all right, son. Probably saved her life."
And that was the moment that changed his life forever. The man who introduced himself as Hopper helped him bandage and clean Chrissy, and in the process opened his eyes to a world he never dreamed existed.
His earlier run-in with the strangely helpful vampire made him think about that day. He had to remind himself that this was the true nature of vampires. They don't help humans out of the goodness of their unbeating hearts. They are soulless predators. He'd do well to remember that.
"You got everything, son?" Wayne asks, filling a large pitcher of water from the sink.
"Yeah, I think so." Eddie watches as Wayne finishes filling the pitcher, then picks up a worn book, muttering under his breath over the water. Meanwhile, Eddie checks to make sure he has everything he needs, patting himself down to do a quick inventory. Wayne fills the assortment of water pistols on the table with the holy water he just consecrated and hands them to Eddie. Eddie holsters the guns. Wayne's eyes roam over him, double-checking that he's got everything he needs.
"Hey," Eddie says, drawing Wayne's attention to his face and putting a hand on his shoulder. "I'll be fine, Uncle Wayne. These leeches won't know what hit them." He punctuates the statement with a broad grin.
Wayne huffs with a small smile, but Eddie sees the twitch in his eyebrows. "You better, son. Remember, if you get even an inklin’ that things might head into something unsavory, you call —”
"You and Hop, I know, I know," Eddie interrupts. Wayne smiles at him, but it doesn't reach his eyes. Eddie knows how much it stresses Wayne out to see Eddie put his life on the line like this, but Wayne also knows how important it is for Eddie to go out night after night. "Batten down the hatches and I'll be back soon."
"Just come back in one piece and with all the blood still in your veins, 'kay?"
Eddie gives Wayne a two-finger salute, backs up to the door, and pushes it open. Wayne follows him as Eddie steps through it and into the night, watching as he gets farther and farther away, the darkness quickly consuming him.
Part of an ongoing series @legitcookie and I will be doing! We’ll be going back and forth posting parts, so keep that in mind.
This is dedicated to our Elle Woods-coded, big brained, fabulous friend @yournowheregirl We’re taking your twilight loving heart, corrupting it with a show you’ve never seen (btvs), and making our blorbos smash together like barbies. We adore you immensely and we would be nothing without you 💜
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For everyone interested, this is part of a series (hunter and prey) @legitcookie and I are doing about vampire!steve and hunter!eddie not at all inspired by Spike and Buffy.
Steve has no idea what he was thinking, helping a hunter of all people and killing one of his own to do it. Sure, Jason was an asshole, even for a vampire, so good riddance to that piece of shit. But still, if any of the other vampires hear that he's helping hunters now, his life (or non-life) is going to get a whole lot harder.
So why did he do it?
With a deep sigh, he pinches his nose in frustration and closes his eyes, only to open them again with a groan as a pale face with dark, glittering eyes and a cocky smile appears in his mind. What the hell is wrong with him?
Maybe he just needs to go to one of Indy's lesser-known establishments and scratch a few itches. After all, it's been a while. And then he can go back to avoiding the rookie hunter with his clever ideas and non-existent survival instincts.
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LEX MY DEAR!!! Kissing you on the cheek for asking for this one because I love it and I want to tell their story so bad but it's slow going, so this is very much appreciated 💜💜💜
And as a thank you, have a longer one:
Striding into the club like he owns the place, Steve scans the crowd for someone to catch his interest. This place is never short of beautiful and willing men and women waiting for someone like him. Someone who can give them something a regular club, a regular date or hookup never can. They all want the same thing: the thrill of being prey. His prey.
Steve doesn't indulge often, because even when everyone here knows what they're getting into and enthusiastically consents, it's dangerous. He's had decades to practice, so he doesn't get carried away these days, the grip on his self-control iron-clad. But it can be addictive, this feeling of a willing body underneath his, opening up to him, begging him to let the more primal part of himself out to hunt and devour, reveling in the feeling of him taking and taking and taking, surrendering to him by their own desire.
Uhh Janai, thank you! I feel like this takes forever so I'm always glad for the added motivation 🥰🥰🥰
And as a thank you for always being such a wonderful cheerleader and friend, have a long snippet under the cut, beginning just after the snippet I posted with the WIP post.
Also shout out to @legitcookie, this is a labor of work from both of us 💜
His tone is dry when he turns back to the bartender. "Might want to get some ice packs ready, dude."
Those big, dark eyes settle on Steve's jaw and there's a slight pinch to his mouth as he replies, "Or get the bouncer."
Wouldn't that be a dream, Steve thinks longingly. But looking back at Todd, Steve decides to be nice, for Robin. He turns to the cute guy who seems to really worry about him and sighs. "Nah, I think he's harmless."
They hold each other's gaze for just a moment too long to be casual before turning back to the dance floor in unison, just in time to see Todd clock another person with his rogue elbow. They both wince and Steve adds, "I mean, mostly."
The bartender gives him a look, his eyebrows raised in obvious doubt.
And okay, Steve can see where he gets the idea that Todd is a health hazard, so he runs a hand over his neck and shrugs. "Probably?"
The guy lets out a little laugh at that. It's a nice laugh, surprised amusement sincere, and it makes Steve smile back at him.
"Did you just meet him or something?" he asks Steve, and maybe he shouldn't be flirting with the bartender when he's on a date with another guy, but fuck it. This guy is cute and nice and kind, while Todd is... well, none of those things.
"I've known him longer than you and I can already tell you're harmless."
The guy smiles at him wolfishly and a hot shiver runs down his spine. "Is that so? You don't even know my name."
Hook. Line. Sinker.
"We should change that. I'm Steve." He's been so smooth so far, so of course he has to ruin it by giving the guy a dorky wave with wiggly fingers.
Another laugh, fond and almost shy, falls from full and pretty lips. "Well, Steve. I’m Eddie and mostly probably harmless as well. What’s your deal with rogue elbow over there?” he adds as he hands Steve an ice-pack.
Steve takes the ice from Eddie with a grateful smile and presses it against his sore jaw. "Blind date."
"Ah. At the rate he's going, he might actually blind someone on your date."
Steve snorts. “Maybe then I could actually go home.”
I have not stopped thinking about "Hunter and Prey" since you mentioned it in the make me write thing so please that one for wip weekend <3
YAYY!!! I also can't stop thinking about it even though it refuses to get written 😅 It's more a collection of moments than a coherent fic for now but @legitcookie and I still love it to pieces! 💜💜
As he stands on the sidewalk in front of the nondescript looking building, he can feel the bass in the ground beneath his feet. From the outside, it looks like any other nightclub you might find in a town like Indiana. Nodding and flashing his teeth at the bouncer, he steps inside and is greeted by a dim red light barely illuminating the writhing bodies on the packed dance floor. Steve can smell their pumping blood, the scent almost overwhelming in its intensity. Their blood sings with excitement and just a hint of fear, the mixture intoxicating and for the first time in weeks his head is empty as all his senses zero in on one thing. Hunger.
