eddie psl post.

[heatmetal]

boop boop banoop

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[camarod]

We're us. Still the same two assholes, more or less.

[honestly he could go another hit of o neg morphine to make this less awkward. ]

Doesn't even have to hurt, if we feed. But - but we have to feed. Eddie - Eddie especially.

[retromix]

[ He's about to point out how badly they're selling being vampires when he's swiftly distracted by Eddie's state. Lost his leg, mostly, and almost got chewed to ribbons right through his ribs. Billy's looking way better than Eddie, that's true enough.

Covering his mouth as he thinks, he shifts from foot to foot, hand on a hip. ]

Does it have to be human blood?

[heatmetal]

Dunno.

[ billyd know best. ]

We didn't really get a tutorial.

[camarod]

Human is best. Works fast - keeps us ticking. But it's - you crave it, after you get a taste.

[he needs to sit, again. ] I drunk monster blood for a year and it kept me going. Tasted foul, probably fucked up whatever bit of human I had left in me, but it kept me going. Then I got a taste of Eddie and - [he exhales, runs his tongue over his teeth. ] You ever been so thirsty and then you get a sip of water? It was a goddamn religious experience.

[retromix]

You ate Eddie? That's how you saved him? Oh my God, I can't believe this is happening. Actually, I can. Of course it is! Vampires? Why not! Okay.

[ Let him have a mild freakout. ]

Okay, all I need to know is that you're not going to hurt the others. I hope you understand why I have to ask because you literally just told me you need to eat people to survive so I think I'm allowed one rude question.

[heatmetal]

Never, man... And. No. Kinda. I was dying... He just made sure it didn't hurt.

[ grimly.

and Jason doesn't count. ]

And I didn't get myself killed just to turn around and eat the nuggets in our happy little family. They're safe. We're - we're on your side in this. I promise.

[camarod]

- Yeah, I don't really give a shit, but I promised him I'd keep my fangs to myself.

[a beat. idly, his fingers thread through Eddie's - it's. it's a step, ok. trust for trust. ] And I want Max and Susan safe. They look like hell enough already.

[retromix]

Fine.

[ Frowning, he runs his hands over his face. Takes a deep, steadying breath. The I don't give a shit but I promised is less reassuring than Billy intends. ]

Fuck. Let me think for a minute.

[heatmetal]

[ he gives billys hand a squeeze. ]

Okay, man.

[ ... ]

Maybe we should wait until we're not fulla drugs.

[camarod]

- It's kinda wearing off.

[for him. he is giving slight puppy dog eyes. a can i please have a little bit after Steve goes to mom somewhere.

it's not easy to take this seriously when they have already accepted the consequences of being alive. killed for it, too. and, well, he and Steve are precarious. never really had a proper resolution after the whole thing at the Byers house. he doesn't suppose this helps. ]

[retromix]

... Do you need more blood now, Eddie? To heal up? How much?

[ A finger holds up at Billy. ]

You get blood second because you're fine by comparison. Argue with me and see where it gets you.

[heatmetal]

[ Jesus, Steve. ]

... Way more than you got, Harrington. But.. uh... [ he glances at billy. ] Enough to keep me going 'til I get out of here.

[camarod]

Steve Harrington, aren't you a charmer.

[god. ] Ed - maybe just a little. I'll make sure you don't hurt him.

[retromix]

Whoa, whoa, whoa! I wasn't offering. Jesus. I like my blood inside me where it's supposed to be. I was going to say that I'll go see if I can steal some blood bags from the hospital or get the others in on this too.

[ Because that's clearly a better option, morally. ]

[heatmetal]

[ ... but people need those. ]

Okay, sure, yeah. You can try that.

[camarod]

- Steve.

[look, he's using his name and everything. ] I offered. Hell, I could probably steal 'em better than you, but people need them for actual emergencies. The shit they're pumping through him is - it'll do.

[retromix]

Sorry for trying to figure out how to replace all the blood he lost while he was dying.

[ Snapping, he loses his grit as he looks over Eddie's state in the bed. He's so pale, they both are. It looks ... off.

Steve's shoulders slump. Who else can handle being a bloodbank? Not the girls (he'll piss them off arguing against it if he has to), no way the kids. Jonathan? Maybe.

Jesus.

It's just him.

The highkey blend of fear and stress cancels each other out into a numbness that lets him sit on the edge of Eddie's bed, back to him with shoulders bowed. ]

Fine. Do it, use me. You need to use someone, right? I don't want you dying again, man. It's fine.

[heatmetal]

[ he should tell him no. that he'll survive, and they can figure something else out later. but... but...

steve's so close and he smells so good. eddie's teeth chatter and a wavering moan pulls itself from his throat.

he reaches. gently grasping steve's hand. ]

... If we're gonna do this, let me bite your wrist. [ because he doesn't... trust... himself. not with the jugular vein right there, pulsing and delicate. ]

[camarod]

[he sits back. sprawls in the chair with his hands on his thighs, knows that Eddie isn’t out of control. hadn’t been, even with Jason. Billy, on the other hand -

well. he’s watching Steve’s jugular too. pulse moving, heart racing, but he can bite his own hand if has to. maybe bite Eddie’s instead, just for that moan.] Easy, E.

[retromix]

[ He twitches when his hand is touched, jumpy. Nods and half-twists on the hospital bed to turn his wrist toward him. Billy gets a look that weighs whether he's able to control Eddie or not.

Back to Eddie, Steve looks resigned but anxious. ]

Don't take too much. The first time.

[heatmetal]

You're safe, big boy... I didn't do what I did just for it to end like this.

[ more to himself than steve. he presses a soft kiss to the wrist, trying to sense the best place to bite - licks to anesthetize the area, and then those sharp fangs are sinking in. ]

[camarod]

[it’s not jealousy that pools in his gut. it’s a strange relative that feels like want and longing. he can smell the blood, yeah, but the kiss, the tongue - Billy watches Steve’s face and feels something in him break, just a little.

he looks at Eddie bent over that wrist and feels his chest swell. he goes a little slack jawed, finds himself up and at Eddie’s side, fingers sliding to stroke through his hair.

to Steve, he murmurs, low:] Doesn’t hurt much, does it?

[retromix]

[ His breath stutters at the kiss and lick, hitching tight as fangs pierce his skin. It doesn't hurt much, no, but it still feels like his blood is being sucked out. Shuddering as he fights not to pull away, he feels out Eddie's arm and latches onto the hospital gown's sleeve, head bowed away from the sight he knows is happening. ]

Feels ... weird.

[ Breathe, he tells himself, just breathe. ]

[heatmetal]

[ maintain control. don't lose it. he's -- starving. and steve tastes like heaven. far better than jason carver could ever dream to be. he leans his head into billy's hands, eyes shutting as he revels in the euphoria. ]

[camarod]

Stings? [soft, soft strokes. the smell is maddening. he doesn’t know how Eddie isn’t losing his shit, doesn’t know how he’s holding himself back either.

because there’s Steve looking away, exposing that pale neck. open, inviting, and his hand grips tightly for a moment in Eddie’s hair as he forces himself to stay.]