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True crime Steddie where Eddie is a true crime podcaster who starts uncovering more about an unsolved case in Hawkins. He even travels there to interview the locals about the murders. Eddie quickly catches the attention of the Hawkins golden boy, “pillar of the community”, Steve Harrington (if you catch my drift)
So, I know it's not October yet, but I am impatient AF, so here is prompt #2 of whumptober 2021. (I used this prompt to write chapter 3 of my serial killer Steve series. )
Steve knows Billy is onto him. He'd seen the change in his demeanor, the hesitant smiles, the observant looks. He'd caught him...well not snooping, it's his house too, but looking at receipts from the storage unit.
So, Steve had expected a big fight. He'd expected Billy to demand answers or at the very least ask uncomfortable questions. But he hadn't. He'd just pretended he hadn't seen a damn thing and went to the kitchen to make dinner.
That was three weeks ago.
And for three weeks Steve has been thinking about his choices. He could stop this human monster hunting. He could just be the good detective he is without the vigilante side job. He could do that. He could come home at the end of the night without blood under his fingernails.
He could do that...
...But he doesn't want to.
He doesn't want to give it up. He's doing what needs to be done. He's saving so many people, so many kids, from experiencing horrific trauma. He's getting rid of the snakes that slither in the shadows. And if he doesn't do it...who will? They'll just keep abusing the weak and vulnerable, abusing the system, until they're old and gray.
Maybe he should just talk to Billy about it. Maybe if he explains why, maybe he will understand.
He's still contemplating what to do when the next scumbag catches his attention.
It's a forty year old man a couple towns over, a basketball coach and upstanding citizen... with an eleven year old victim. His own niece. The mom wants to press charges, but the man's brother and the rest of the family want to sweep it under the rug. They are running a smear campaign against the girl.
An eleven year old child.
And Steve can't let this fly.
Read the rest here on AO3.
Prompt: Missing & Ravished: Steve gets back to their place after a job that's "under the right circumstances"
In the time that he and Steve had been living together, Steve had gone out for a "job" exactly five times. Considering that they'd only been living together for about four months, Tony couldn't tell whether that was a good average or a bad one. He knew enough of the details to know that, true to his word, Steve and his team were only targeting horrible, vile people who - in Tony's expert opinion - deserved what was coming to them. People that Tony couldn't keep off the streets no matter how hard he tried. People who had done terrible things. And it probably said something that Tony was more concerned about his boyfriend's welfare than anything else. That night, number six, Tony couldn't sleep. He laid awake wondering if Steve was okay. Wondering if maybe the target had an unexpected weapon. Wondering if a patrol car would go by at the wrong second. He couldn't relax until he heard their apartment door open. "Steve?" Tony called out, sitting up immediately. He put a hand on his gun, which was on his nightstand, just in case. But less than a minute later, Steve walked into their bedroom. "Hey babe. You still up?" he asked, as though everything were perfectly normal and Steve had just gone out for a casual stroll. He was wearing the same clothing as when he'd left. He'd obviously showered somewhere else, because his hair was still wet, curling around his ears. "I was waiting for you," Tony admitted. "I was worried." Steve's face softened. "You don't need to worry about me. I can handle myself. And I've got the team. But I appreciate it. You're so good to me..." He crawled onto the bed and pulled Tony into a soft kiss. But that soft kiss quickly turned into something passionate. Tony gasped in surprise, caught off guard by his lover's hands sneaking beneath the sheets to grope his ass. He was naked under the sheets, a fact which Steve practically purred when he found out. "Steve! What are you -" "I told you. I get a little excited under the right circumstances." "You killed someone so now you want to fuck me," Tony said dryly, but he couldn't deny that his heart had started to race. How could it not? He had a gorgeous, sexy man in his bed wanting to fuck him. Regardless of the reason, that would turn anyone on. "More like, my team succeeded in doing a good job and I came home to find my beautiful boyfriend all worried about my virtue and now I'd like to fuck him." "I was worried about your ass. Your virtue is long gone." Steve grinned. "Same difference." He kissed Tony again. "Wanna celebrate?" "I can't believe this is my life," Tony gasped out, squirming when Steve's fingers started to slide into some intimate places. Sometimes he still had a hard time wrapping his brain around the fact that he was dating a serial killer. "Is that a no?" "If you dare get out of this bed, I will kill you."
Part 2 of my Serial Killer Steve AU
Billy Hargrove prided himself on his skills of observation. Growing up the way he had, it could have been the difference between going to bed hungry or going to bed bleeding.
Being able to read people and predict their actions and motivations had come in handy over the years and it kept him ahead of the game in his personal and professional life. It never seemed to fail him…
Until now.
It could just be that his senses were getting rusty, after all, it had been six years since his father died, but it was more likely because his feelings were involved. He couldn't see what was right in front of him because he didn't want to.
He wanted to turn a blind eye to his boyfriend's questionable behavior, to the dried blood beneath his nails. He wanted to ignore the strange feeling he got when he came home extra late, when his smile was too wide and his posture too relaxed when the evening news pronounced another death. He wanted to forget the familiar bruises and scratch marks.
Billy wanted to just explain it away.
Because Steve is a cop.
Of course he'd get into some scuffles and make someone, or himself, bleed. Of course he'd come home late some nights because of stake outs or paperwork. Of course he'd be happy when a rapist, or otherwise bad guy, was found murdered.
Hell, Billy was happy to hear when assholes got what they deserved, he hadn't shed a tear for his pops after they laid him in the ground, but it was different for Steve. Sometimes he looked….accomplished. Not just relieved that another monster was off the streets.
He looked ….almost proud.
Like he had some kind of personal connection or responsibility for such a violent outcome.
For those few seconds in front of the television, he was a different person.
But even with all of the….weird things he'd noticed over the years, Billy keeps pretending that nothing has changed, because he loves Steve. Steve has always been there for him. He'd taken care of Billy when he needed him and helped make him a better person.
Steve is a good guy. A good cop. Best detective Howard county has ever had.
He is always protecting people and he has the whole town of Hawkins wrapped around his finger. So it was easy to keep going. To keep smiling. To forget what he saw, what he briefly suspected…
But…
His hand slightly shakes as he stares down at the paper bill in his hand.
For a storage unit he hadn't known about.
He wants to shove it back into the desk draw where he'd found it. He wants to leave the office and get a beer from the fridge. He wants to forget he'd ever seen it. Wants to ignore the sick thoughts in his head.
"Billy?"
But he can't anymore.
To get back into writing my Harringrove fics, I'm thinking about writing a part 2 for my serial killer Steve AU. Since it's Halloween time and something small.
It would be from Billy's POV and he's just noticing all these little strange things about his cop boyfriend. 😏
The thing is, after all of the Upside Down shit ended, after all the monster killing finally stopped, Steve didn't.
There was just something about protecting people, about eliminating the threat, that excited him, that gave him a purpose. A purpose other than just looking pretty, and doing what he's told.
He'd finally found something that gave him complete satisfaction and he wasn't about to let that go.
Link to fic/challenge in reblog.
Steve had forgiven and forgotten alot, and honestly he knew he should try to pick up the pieced of his life....but it had been a week since Nancy had died, a week since the woman he loved had been taken from him whole he had been forced to watch and the empty feeling inside him just grew and grew. He needed to do something, he would find every...last.. one of them, they had all fought so hard to protect this town and for what? He only had one thing left
Vengeance
My Muse Died, How Is Yours Handling It?
This last chapter of ruby is um.....SO violent, I would say sorry, but....i'm not lmao
At least the sex in this last chapter is good lol
