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Steve’s heart had always been a fragile, bleeding thing. But this? A familiar sort of despair rifted against the cavity of his chest. Like recognizing like, in the most unexpected of moments.
With that, he carefully extended a cautious, steady hand toward the other.
The monster.
His decision made.“You should—come inside, like I said. You can get that rest you want while I clean you up. Let the dust settle.If you still feel like goin’ when the suns up, I won’t stand in your way,” Steve promised lowly. His father’s voice amid his mind urging him to add after a beat, “Though I will gut you with no hesitation. Yeah? If you decide to take advantage of my kindness.”
Steve’s eyes held the boy’s, and the boy’s eyes held Steve’s back.
“Truce, then?”
The young man nodded.
Then slowly placed his cold, trembling hand into Steve’s warm, calloused palm. A quiet shiver of relief and exhaustion flooding visibly through him as Steve helped the shivering creature to his feet. “Easy now,” Steve murmured, guiding him slowly toward the door, mindful of every shaking step. “You’ll be alright. I—I’ll make sure you’re alright.”
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or, an indulgent cowboy/vampire auSeries
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11 Jun 2026
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Dr. Novak spends the rest of the class going over boring details like the exam schedule, the topics they'll be covering each week. The attendance policy. A repetition of his earlier rule about no-extra-credit.
Dean barely registers any of it, even sitting in his front and center seat of the lecture hall.
"Proper name, place name, backstory stuff" is all he hears for the entirety of however-long the professor keeps droning on about the syllabus with that deep, gravelly, mature voice.
(TLDR: Destiel age-gap professor/student fanfic with more plot than necessary and a quite a bit of horniness. Yay!)
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10 Jun 2026
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Steve let himself lean the tiniest bit heavier into Eddie’s side, like a plant toward sunlight. His hand slid, slow and unsure, until his fingers found the edge of Eddie’s and curled there, not quite a full grip, but something.
“Thanks,” he whispered, so quietly Eddie almost missed it.
“For what?” Eddie murmured back.
“For… letting me just be–me. I guess?” Steve huffed a small laugh. “That’s so lame. Forget I said that.”
Eddie squeezed his hand, just once.
“Anytime,” he said.
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Or, a story about all the tiny moments that turn into a life.
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10 Jun 2026
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But he didn’t count on the fact there was one person in the room who, besides Eleven and Hopper, had the reason to be the most stir-crazy of them all — and Munson had practically made antagonizing Steve into an even bigger pastime than a professional goddamn sport.
There were a variety of one liners he liked to deploy when Steve would roll his eyes or let loose a huff of annoyance.
“What’s got your panties in a twist, Harrington?” he would ask, or, “Baby skip his nap today?”
A personal favorite of his seemed to be some variation of asking if it was Steve’s time of the month. “You on your period, sweetheart?” he’ll ask. It never failed to kill with the boys, who would fall all over themselves laughing when he asked — usually after whatever meeting they were in, because it also never failed to get Nancy apoplectic. Munson, to his credit, had only needed twice to learn to keep that one way under his breath and out of her earshot for fear she’d shoot his nuts off.
These questions also had the unique ability to make Steve as red as a fucking tomato which, like, fuck him, he guessed.
In which Steve learns a thing or two, by doing a thing or two.
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06 Jun 2026
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“Y'know, Eddie, just because I'm a huge slut doesn't mean I'm gonna help you out every time you pop a stiffy in front of me.”
It sends him sputtering just as quickly as you hoped it would. He lifts himself onto his elbows and stares back at you in horror.
“Whuh— What? No, I know that, I'm not— I mean, fuck, I don't— I don't think you're a slut.”
You cock your head at him, blinking innocently. “You don’t?”
He shakes his head profusely, so deathly serious that it makes your heart swell. “No. Shit, of course not.”
You hum at that, appraising his dire face with a mild pout, and then slump your shoulders in exaggerated disappointment.
“...Christ, Munson, what’s it gonna take?”
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A supposedly celibate hangout with Eddie inches its way in the obvious direction. You both end up getting a little bit more than you bargained for.
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- Part 2 of supervixen
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04 Jun 2026