Little Bits
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‘Blood?’ Eddie says again.
Eyes black but for the slice of iridescent white in the centre. His teeth are sharp, his hands are weapons and Steve thinks maybe he’s made a mistake doing this without telling Eddie first. Eddie’s focus lowers, it moves to his left hand which is…
Oh fuck.
It’s dripping blood onto the floor.
‘Shit,’ Steve says, takes a single step back, swallows. ‘Eddie, I’m so sorry, fuck.’
Eddie can’t seem to look away, can’t bring his ethereal gaze back up where it belongs. Steve thinks he should run, he should flee. A tiny part of him knows Eddie will chase him. Eddie will catch him, outrun him easily.
It's more than a little fucked up how that thrills him.
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- Part 1 of Little Bits
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Eddie smells blood and skin, he smells Steve in the cells. Living, bright and beautiful, he always wakes first, albeit in a strange, slow way. It’s not really him who wakes first, it’s Little Bit.
Because in the morning, be it rain or sun outside, grey skies or blazing blue, Eddie’s monster will wake at the same time every single day, open his eyes just to check, just to feel. Strange obsession bound by immortal novelty, it never gets old.
Steve is asleep, he’s still bruised and tender and the scent of his skin when bruised is especially… enticing.Series
- Part 2 of Little Bits
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- Part 3 of Little Bits
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On dark nights, when the moon is full, most people avoid the Harrington house.
It’s smart to avoid it anyway.Series
- Part 4 of Little Bits
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It’s a little fucking unsettling that the second he’s out of the car and the house is in view, he’s hearing noises.
The full moon lights his way, pale light that leaves him feeling exposed, seen. Steve’s car, the Beemer, is parked up on the drive along with someone else’s wheels, a pickup.
The sounds get slightly louder the nearer he gets. Tommy is hyper aware of his own blood rushing through his veins, a mild edge of hysteria that this cannot possibly be anything like what his folks warned.
There’s just no fucking way.
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- Part 5 of Little Bits
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There’s never space.
They’re never not touching, or loving, or kissing.
Until Eddie walked away.
Tears roll down Steve's temples, the sky above achingly beautiful, even despite the clouds.
It’s nineteen eighty eight. Steve Harrington is twenty three years old and he’s supposed to be marrying Eddie Munson tomorrow. But now… now he’s alone.
Only the moon and stars, no monster, no Eddie.
Just Steve.
And he knows it’s crystal fucking clear where this all began.
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- Part 6 of Little Bits
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There are monsters in Hawkins.
In the Harrington house.
More than two, some say.
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- Part 7 of Little Bits
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Steve is shaking, but there is no fear, no sour regret or dislike. ‘Glad to be home,’ he echoes, likes to take Steve’s words into his own mouth and shape them himself. Sharing. ‘Steve.’
Cheek to cheek, he makes song with his throat, the song Steve likes, the one they both heard in the other world, back when things were simpler.
I love him.
You want him, it’s not the same.
Explain it to me, then.
‘Eddie?'
‘Mmm.’
He has Steve’s heart under his palm.
I can’t, you won’t understand.
You trusted me before.
I don’t trust you with him.
This rhythm is precious.
This body contains the world.
It is love, no matter what Eddie Munson says.
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- Part 8 of Little Bits