#human steve

[certified-handler]

*trips and this little doodle of Human Steve falls out of my pocket*

Steve is very grateful and happy to have his job at the little convenience store/gas station at the base. This working man has a family to provide for, after all! He takes his job very seriously, and you can be certain he'll always greet you with a smile!

[fixinit-au]

PYRAMID STEVE

That's right, we ain't excluding him – I need an antagonist

A lot of people portray him as Bill's annoying sibling/cousin. And as much as I adore that portrayal, he will always be walmart Bill to me.

SO! He's exclusive to FIXINIT2, completely replacing canon!Bill

How, exactly? Let's say... When the Axolotl decided to give Bill a second chance, it created a paradox; Since Bill was given a human body, he was stripped away from his original role... And someone had to fill in the empty place.

An anomaly; Pyramid Steve, who's goal is to bring the Oddpocalypse

Fun stuff!!:

For 99% of the time, he's in his triangle form, just like canon!Bill

His human form has one and only purpose; To taunt our Bill with it :)

Technically, he could be counted as Bill's sibling. But not in the traditional way, no; More like, as if canon!Bill was ripped into two parts; our Bill, and Steve

He is, on purpose, eerily similar to my human design for canon!Bill :)

[noisyty]

SILLY GUY!!

[fandomfluffandfuck]

I must be getting ready for spooky season early because all damn day, all I've been thinking obsessively about Steve with an honest-to-god fetish for vampires.

It's just this fixation that he's had his whole conscious life. It's what he can't get away from. Every time he's alone with his fist around his dick, no matter what started him down that path, whatever brought him there, it always, always ends up with vampires, no matter how unrelated it seems from the original thought.

There's, just, something about vampires. Okay, fine, it's everything about them. The teeth, the danger, the vulnerability, the risk, the reward, and the taboo, yet, also the mystery. E-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g. It ignites Steve. He can hardly think about vampires or hear them mentioned in passing without quivering. He can't escape his ever-present wants.

His needs.

So, when he's turns 21, the first thing he does isn't shoot too much fruity alcohol for a few hours, then spend the rest of his night regretting it in a tiny bathroom stall, the whole world spinning, but instead, the his first 21+ act is walking into a blood bar.

He's not had anything alcoholic to drink, rather he's sipping on a drink, leaning against the counter, not even bothering to snag a seat because he doesn't plan on waiting long enough to get comfortable. He's waited this long already. He doesn't want to waste another minute. The first vampire that approaches him, he's gonna say fuck. yes. He's so ready to have his first experience.

Portrying such casual energy with a pose like that, dressed in nothing special, just any old clothes that he wouldn't be out of place wearing in the middle of the street on a regular day, sipping from a glass, Bucky sees him and thinks he might be a regular that he's somehow missed every time he's come in to this establishment before. But... the second Bucky gets near him, drawn to him inexplicably, Bucky understands the ruse.

It's only a skin deep mirage.

Interesting.

And Bucky knows so because even without his enhanced, inhuman senses, Bucky suspects he'd be able to hear the jackrabbit-fast hammering of his heart. Hell, he'd probably be able to feel the nervousness rolling off of him in waves, too. He doesn't need to have so, so many years of life experience and heightened sense to know that--

Oh, he's new.

Bucky can feel his fangs as a delicious pressure in his mouth where they're aching to drop. His stomach rumbles, just as eager. He wants to feed.

And he wants this one.

The newcomer is everything Bucky wants, big and muscular but so clearly sweet, biting his lip, trying and failing to hide how nervous and excited he is, leaning back and hiding behind his drink while his eyes dart around the room, trying to discern who's human and who isn't. He's so laughably, plainly, obviously ready to melt under expert touch.

He's in luck.

Bucky swoops in, settling next to him (on a bar stool, thank you very much), and soon...

Steve is squirming faintly--trying to restrain himself to make this as easy as possible and failing because he's that much of an eager, sweet thing and it feels that good--beneath the teeth of Bucky.

Soon, Steve is going from pink and feverish with want, finally on the cusp of getting what he's desired all his life so badly, to pale and shaking, moaning no less than a man being pleasured by a hot body wrapped tightly around his cock as Bucky feeds from him. His hands started out digging into Bucky's arms, holding him there, not wanting this opportunity to experience this fantasy to slip away, but now his grip is getting a little weaker. His body is slouching down where Bucky has him pressed against the high, sturdy wooden bar. And pure ecstasy bleeds across Steve's face, tainting his expression into a beautiful, fucked up thing that just makes Bucky crave more from him.

Yet, when Bucky pulls away with just a little less than his fill, being careful with this eager, sweet creature, Steve whimpers.

His hands paw uncoordinatedly at Bucky, trying to grab him and pull him back for a second taste. He can't, though, not when his brain has so clearly been drained from his skull, out through his ears and nose, leaving him empty-headed and pathetic, hazily clamoring for more pleasure like a junkie falling from a high. More. Please.

Instantly, in a terribly hot flash, Bucky thinks, oh, this one is gonna be fun. He's asking for trouble. Begging, really, making noises and faces like that.

Bucky already craves more of the way he tastes. There's always a heady, intoxicating undercurrent to those that enjoy the special delight of being prey, and Steve has the sweetest cocktail Bucky's ever tasted. Right there in his veins, thrumming hot and thick. He likes it bad.

And, hmm, it seems like they're both in luck here. Aren't they?

This will be trouble. It already is.

[findafight]

RE: Supernatural Hawkins au - I feel like some angst can be introduced in a way of Eddie not trusting Steve after he tells the party about the grimoire etc (and rightfully so bc he doesn’t know Steve like the rest of them do) and corners him after the meeting to say that he’s keeping his eye on him and that this better not be a fucked up way of getting to all of them -

And Steve - being like okay. I get it. Keep me accountable, keep a close eye on me. and Eddie’s like. Fuck. Wait why do I feel-

Ooooooooh anon. Hoohoohoo...

Now, I imagine that were this to happen it would be before vecna et al but after Steve becomes the Pied Piper of supernatural Hawkins. So maybe his parents come home over the winter holidays and give him the lowdown on the Family Business, and Steve freaks out a bit and sits on it for a day or two before calling his not quite code red.

And Dustin brings Eddie along because, Steve, he's basically Pack now too, and Eddie is like wait what the fuck those rumours about Steve being the almost-humans of Hawkins go-to babysitter are true??

And Dustin gives him a Look, like yes, obviously, Dustin has been talking Steve up for months did Eddie not believe him? Rude.

Robin interrupts with "can we PLEASE get this show on the road? Steve looks like he's about to keel over from stress."

"wait right here" Steve says as he bolts out of his living room and reenters lugging a book that's huge. Just. Completely impractical in size. I'm talking 75 x 75 cm and 20 cm high type deal. Stupid big. Occult big. Ritual big. It sets Eddie's teeth on edge.

Steve heaves it onto the coffee table, and says "we have a big problem"

Nancy Wheeler leans over to inspect the tome, the goddamn Grimoire, and Steve smacks her hand away from opening it.

He stands, hands on his hips, and takes a deep breath.

"over winter break, my parents came home. And they told me about the...the Family Business, as they called it." He glares at the book, his nose scrunching with the scowl and Eddie might call it cute but that's for him to know and now else to find out. "They're Monster Hunters."

There is a silence that stretches and stretches and Eddie thinks he might vomit from the turbulent emotions filling the room, none of which, however, are the betrayal he expects.

"Steve..." Robin starts, trails off.

"they don't know anything, apparently, despite this shit being in the family for generations." Steve begins pacing. "They have no idea about any of you, or that Hawkins is apparently the unofficial supernatural capital of Indiana. Everyone is safe, but I--"his voice cracks, and Eddie would maybe feel sorry if this wasn't King Steve telling him this, wasn't a goddamn hereditary Monster Hunter standing in front of him. He just feels fucking pissed.

"I'm worried that they're gonna start hanging around more, and that they're going to realize that--" Steve's hands are running through his hair, nervous. "I don't know, I smell like a pack of werewolves or my best friend is my Selkie magic assigned soulmate" and Eddie wasn't sure he believed that rumour even when Dustin confirmed it, that it didn't seem possible for someone like Harrington to be bound by such pure magic to Robin Buckley. "- or that whenever I go out a gaggle of kids that aren't quite human seem to follow me."

Robin stands, opening her arms for him to fold into, puzzle pieces locking together.

"I just don't want anyone to get hurt because of me." He says, muffled, into Robin's shoulder. If Eddie didn't know better, he'd say he was crying.

Dustin quickly joins the hug, and the rest of the gaggle of teens, including Erica Sinclair, follow suit. Nancy stays back with Eddie, arms crossed and brows furrowed.

Eddie can taste the worry in the room, a sour bitterness on his tongue, all directed towards Steve. He doesn't get it. The guy just admitted to being part of a dynasty of people who kill the kind of people in this room, and no one is worried he's going to hurt them, just that he might be hurt.

Eddie lets the others do the planning, which is generally accepting that they need to let Claudia Henderson and the Sinclair parents know, not tell the Wheelers, and keep Steve's parents far away from Hawkins. Easy. Sure.

He hangs back as Nancy herds the kids into her station wagon, waving as she leaves. Robin putters in the kitchen, so Eddie takes the opportunity to step into Steve's space.

"I don't know if this is some fucked up long con, Harrington, to get all the inside information on the supernatural beings of Hawkins, but I'm watching you." He jabs a finger into Steve's chest, snarling. "Somehow you got those pups to trust you, worry about you, but I don't. If you even seem a threat to those kids, or you step outta line, I'll -" then it hits him, the wave of sadness and grief and--and relief. Eddie has never been good at individual emotions, finds them confusing and too specific and make his teeth hurt, and he feeds better from groups anyways, but. Steve is all but screaming how he feels into Eddie's ear.

"good." Steve says. Nods. "You'll look out for them." As though that's a normal thing to say when a vampire has expressly threatened you. "If something happens, if my parents get to close or shit hits the fan, I need you to do what you need to do so they're safe. So this godforsaken town is safe."

Eddie blinks, stepping back "wait. You want me to-"

Steve nods again. "If push comes to shove I need you to burn any trace we were ever here and make sure all the little fae kids are safe." He takes a breath. The hard zest of determination overpowers anything else Eddie might otherwise have sensed. "You have to kill me and my parents, and make sure no one ever knows."

[schifty-al]

Alien crewmember 1: Why are many members of the crew clinging to Human Steve?

Alien crewmember A: We recently learned that humans need regular physical contact to help maintain their mental and physical health. Multiple times a day actually. I personally find the warmth of the contact quite enjoyable, and many of the other exothermic members are mutually appreciative of the physical contact with Human Steve as well.

AC1: Oh, well should I...

ACA: No, physical contact is important to humans, and you must ask permission first. Humans are not all open to physical contact, and they can be as selective with who touches them as they are with mates.

AC1: How does one approach the request for physical contact with Human Steve? Are there any traditions that must be adhered to?

ACA: Simply make the request like you would any other. Human Steve is quite open to most others. Though you may want to wait until there's an open spot. Human Steve is quite large, but there's only so much space to hug on him.

[buckybeardreams]

Steve was exhausted, it had been a long day of being stared at and whispered about and dancing until the moon was high in the sky. Now they were lounging on couches in the drawing room, the group having dwindled down to merely a few dozen as opposed to the hundreds of vampires that had filled the ballroom early in the day.

They had spent all day at the ball and it was now well into the night and Steve hadn't gotten any blood since that morning. He was starting to feel antsy and restless and agitated. He thought Bucky could see his control slipping away, because he kept sending him concerned looks.

It wasn't great but it wasn't until some pretty vampire decided to flirt with Bucky and reached out to trail her fingers down his arm that Steve lost it and practically lunged off Bucky's lap to attack her. Bucky was quicker though and snagged him around his waist, pulling him right back against him.

"No! Lemme go! Imma kill her!" Steve snarled, feeling feral, his eyes flashing dangerously.

"No! Stop!" Bucky growled in his ear. 

Steve was thrashing in his hold, trying to break free and ended up knocking a glass off the table. It shattered on the marble floors but Steve didn't even notice, nor did he notice the scandalized looks they were getting.

"Damn it, Steve," Bucky hissed in his ear. 

He reached up to slice his finger nail over the side of his neck, nicking the skin and manhandling Steve until he was straddling him and shoved his face into his neck. The moment Steve tasted the blood he went limp, all but his fingers which clutched at Bucky's lapels, trying to hold him in place. Steve moaned as he drank and Bucky groaned in response, cradling the back of his head.

"There you go, baby, that's better. Good boy, Stevie, so good for me," Bucky murmured in his ear.

The room around them had gone silent and everyone looked deeply disturbed by what they were witnessing and yet unable to look away, even Becca looked appalled that her brother would dare try something like this in public. Bucky didn't acknowledge them, he just rubbed his hand soothingly over Steve's back until he fell asleep and stopped suckling and then he stood up, Steve's head on his shoulder and his arm under his ass to support him.

"Excuse me, I need to take my pet home, he's had a long day."

.....

So... I'm writing a vamp fic lol

Instead of Bucky being feral over human blood, Steve is addicted to Bucky's vamp blood and very possessive. It's great

I'm hopefully gonna have it done in time to post the first chapter on Halloween!!

[filibusterfrog]

he’s consumed your human media. your average human male is tall, blonde and stacked, human steve knows this well.