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Breaking news: another vicious attack by a creature of the night.
Happy holidays!
This is my first time posting here, but I really want to hear from my fellow POC. Is anyone else tired of reading stories where it’s all about the main character x reader? You dive in, expecting a really inclusive narrative, but then it hits you: “Their cheeks glowed pink!” Seriously? Where am I getting that rosy hue? Or when the character casually puts their hair into an easy ponytail—come on, it takes me forever just to get my hair in a ponytail! You know what I mean, right..??
It's frustrating when the story drops hints that suggest the 'reader' is white. It really grinds my gears, and I wish writers would stop doing that, or at least include a warning that the reader character is going to be white. I want stories to be genuinely inclusive and for writers to be more flexible in how they describe characters. It’s disappointing when you can tell that a writer based their characters on white experiences and WHITE PEOPLE. but thats all, thanks for listening to my ted talk!!
a naked mole rat and the most beautiful girl in the room anyway, more to come with the dnd au. I'm a firm believer in wings out all the time aasimar. Also, aasimar that look physically shiny and valuable, like gems or precious resources. (also yknow how for some birds, damage to the feather beyond natural shed makes the filament scar white? yeah.) Aka, Eddie saucer eyed and immediately in love vs. Steve's "his strange behavior and loser personality have captivated me"
I can't wait to use these guys as paper dolls and dress them up and also smash them together to make them kiss
(guess what. I'm writing a fic where I'll get to smash them together and make them kiss)
Had a thought:
A Bat!Eddie fic where he transforms when nervous/stressed. He keeps randomly transforming around Steve and Steve just can't figure out why. It's happening more frequently too even as Eddie seems to be getting a handle on it. It's cause he's madly in love, obviously. Steve might be starting to be suspicious and sad that Eddie's still that uncomfortable around him though.
If anyone wants to write this, or has any good fic recs please share 🥺🥺🥺
Eddie requests Story Time.
Don’t worry- Steve brings Eddie and his book to work and Robin reads it to him on her breaks. 📖
Baby Bat (E.M)
Warning(s); none? Just fluff!!
Pairing(s); Vamp/Bat! Eddie Munson x Girlfriend! Reader.
Summary; You bring Eddie with you to work.
A/n; sooo this Is written as Eddie being able to shapeshift as a vampire into a bat! Bc otherwise it’s illegal so🫡
Also, this is short because it’s just a test to see how people like it! If you want more PLEASE tell me!! I’d love to write about it more!!
“You have until the 6th to return them” your customer nodded and thanked you leaving with their videos. Steve walked in for his shift change with Robin “hey Steve!” He was messing with a button on his vest. “Hey! How-” Steve’s eyes locked in on your head and his head tilted “you…when did you get ears?” He questioned. “What? Oh! No that’s just Eddie” you waved him off.
“You say that like it’s Normal!” Steve walked around the counter “it is, you didn’t know he turns into a bat?” Steve shook his head. “Yeah, kinda a power of his” Steve stepped around you seeing the black, furry blob attached to your head. “Awh, I wanna hold him” Steve went to pick him up “Steve I would-” but it was too late.
He woke Eddie up and Eddie immediately started to chip, high pitched almost like he was crying. “Steve!” You scolded and took Eddie back carefully moving him onto your sweater. “Shhh, Shh it’s okay. You’re back with me now” you rubbed your finger gently over his head. “What was that!” “Him cussing at you in bat language” you giggled.
“Seriously, he just doesn’t like people touching him when he’s a bat” “but you touch him!” “I’m his girlfriend, it’s different” Eddie hooked his claws into the holes of your shirt and settled back down into his slumber. “You’re allowed to bring him into work?” He asked and you nodded “he’s mostly quiet so he doesn’t bother anything” you started to label vhs tapes with prices.
“What happens if he turns back into a human?” You shrug “then he’s human?” You turned around to face him “Steve, you really are just a pretty boy” Steve scoffed and went on about his work.
You continued to work until eventually eddie woke back up flapping his wings “big stretch!” You cooed smiling as he let out a quiet chirp nuzzling your chin. He climbed down your sweater hooking himself around one of your belt loops and hanging there. “Silly boy” you booped his tiny nose and he let out another happy chirp.
Dustin walked in along with Mike and max “hey guys!” You said and Eddie perked up flying over to dustin. “Oh! Hi Eddie” Dustin smiled and he settled on his cap “what’s up?” You ask. “Do you guys have dirty dancing yet?” Max asked and Mike gagged “Michael, be nice” you turned to max “I’ve no clue let me get Steve.”
You left to find Steve dragging him back upfront “Max you know I can’t give you that movie, Billy’s rules.” “But he’s not here” max said and Steve sighed. “You’re trying to get me killed” you looked over at him “don’t you have a bat with nails in it? Use that” Steve groaned. “No, I’m not giving you the movie max” she crossed her arms.
“Hmph!” She walked off toward the cassette tapes and Mike followed behind her. Meanwhile, Dustin sat his backpack on the counter “what’ve you got?” You asked and he pulled out cut up banana. “Can I give him some?” You nodded and Eddie leaned down over the brim of his hat chirping for the fruit.
“It’s so much easier to get him to eat fruit in this form” Dustin agreed and you smiled watching Eddie continue to munch on the fruit Dustin would hand him. “How’s the dnd figures coming?” You asked and Dustin shrugged “they’re coming good, messed up on Kas but Otherwise it’s fine.” You nodded “well good! I got that paint you wanted by the way it’s in the back” Dustin perked up “oh! Thanks” you smiled at him.
“Eddie, come” you tapped the front of your collarbone and he flapped over allowing Dustin to go get his paint. Eddie crawled down your sweater and clung you your jeans chirping loudly at you. “Okay, okay calm down” you tugged open your jean pocket and he crawled inside. “Such a sweet boy” you rubbed his head with your finger and cleaned up the banana.
Steddi-- *shot*
Steve & his lil bat buddy go on an adventure
From my fic "Living In A Lunar Spell"
“Can I trust you not to try to fly around the car while I’m driving?” Steve asks Batty as he carries him out to the Beamer. It’s already a beautiful sunny day, and Steve has the tiny furball cupped between his palms, shielding Batty from the light. He shifts so that he’s holding Batty against his chest while he unlocks the car. For some reason, Batty takes that as an invitation to try to climb Steve’s shirt, his claw hooking into the breast pocket as he pulls himself up. “Hey, woah! Don’t stretch out the fabric!” Steve protests, looking down at Batty. He’s lucky he’s so damn cute though ‘cause Steve can’t be annoyed at that sweet face, especially when Batty chirps at him, and then tucks his face toward the pocket. “Oh, you want to go in my pocket?” Steve swears to god the damn bat nods at him. Holy shit, am I turning into Doctor Doolittle? Either this bat is way too damn smart for his own good, or Steve has somehow developed the ability to communicate with animals ‘cause it’s freaky sometimes the way it seems like Batty actually understands what he’s saying. Batty tumbles face first into Steve’s pocket, back legs and butt hanging out as he wiggles around, squeaking up a storm. Finally, he manages to get himself turned around, his little head poking out, fluffy hair around his face rumpled from his little excursion. “You done?” Steve sasses down at him, grinning when Batty sticks his tongue out at him. “Alright twerp, let’s roll.”