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They always erupted out at night, tearing the world apart. Looking for fun and frenzies and pleasure and entertainment. Maybe it was universal fate. Maybe it was chance. But somehow, for SOME reason, the vicious blood-soaked path the Lost Boys of Santa Carla ripped through the town came to a halt at your feet. Teeth turned to lips, nails to soft fingers. Loving, generous, aggressive, demanding touches. "Scent-matching", David had called it once. A cosmic phenomenon that brought compatible vampires and humans onto a collision course with one another.
They had changed your life irreversibly. Sometimes it wasn't for the better.
(Collection of smutty, indulgent reader/poly!LostBoys one-shots and drabbles all in one place. Tags to be updated as drabbles are added!)
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You've been through this before, you swear. Slamming the trailer door behind a panting Henderson and Munson, watching them celebrate their luring of the demobats. Eddie holding his warlock like a trophy and Dustin high-fiving him. It all feels so familiar, eerily so. But why?
And then it clicks.
Thirty seconds ago, Eddie Munson, secret love of your life, was dead in your arms.
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They put "incinerate the bodies" in the handbook for a reason. Pity nobody trained the Frog Brothers in the art of vampire-killing rigorously enough to know that.
Well, pity for them. David, on the other hand, couldn't be fucking happier.
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Hurt was easy to bury, especially when Steve Harrington was there with open arms and open legs. A little "friends with benefits" soothed the pain. Made it so I could leave Eddie Munson, and the cracks he'd left on my heart, behind me as college hurdled towards me on the horizon.
But sometimes life throws you a big, death-metal-sized curveball.
(Smutty excuse for an Eddie/Reader/Steve threesome. All characters are aged 19/20!)
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The Devil Works Hard (I Work Harder) by KickingDownDoors
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
30 May 2022
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Hawkins is small. Sleepy. A town that raised me to be neutral to the prospect of adventure, and not a very big fan of my surprise adoption into the dysfunctional Mystery Gang. People that pried my tiny world open, revealing things far bigger than I ever comprehended. Terrible things. Things I didn't believe at first.
But, as it turns out, alternate dimensions and undead liches take a hindbrain backseat to the most amazing smelling Omega I have ever had the fucking privilege to cross paths with.
Priority number one? Make Eddie Munson smile.
(An A/B/O Eddie/Insert fic I wrote in a blind fury after bingeing all of Part 4 and feeling unreasonably protective over my little punk rock meow meow. WARNING: contains mild spoilers for the first three episodes!)