#slasher! steddie

[homiesexual-or-homosexual]

Pairing: Slasher! Steddie x reader

Genre: maybe a little angst, some fluff, and leading up to smut

Warnings: some creepy basketball players, Steddie beat the crap out of these creeps, implied mœrder, spiking of the drinks, kissing, a threesome

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You were being followed.

You had to be.

Theres no other way to describe the crawling up your spine and the faux burning sensation you feel digging it’s way into the vertebrae of your neck.

You knew it was stupid to go outside. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. But you didn’t feel safe at home, not with you being home alone for two weeks now and hearing too many weird noises outside your house late at night. So you’re only option was to take your non-driving self and walk all the way to your friend, Steve Harrington’s, house a couple blocks away. But there seemed to be more blocks at night than there are during the day, and that was one of the other things that unnerved you that night.

A snap of a twig caused an animalistic, fight or flight response of whipping your body around. You flit your eyes around, seeing nothing in the distant dark past the streetlights lining the neighborhood. You turn around and bump into a body that wasn’t there before. Taking one step back, you’re eye meet a white and green letterman, a basketball player. By the name of the shiny green leather, Jake Turner was in front of you.

You step back two more, apologies building in your throat only for you to bump into another body. It’s Tanner Johnson, also on the basketball team.

“Oh I’m sorry,” You speak out around the dryness in your throat.

You step forward away from Tanner, but not too close to Jake. You look to the sides to see four more basketball players have joined the duo, Jason not among them. You remember the news from the day before that Jason had fallen victim to the flu, but that didn’t stop the basketball’s team reign of terror on the unpopular of the Hawkins High’s hallways.

You swallow, nervous. You’re already clammy hands grow clammier, and a nervous heat gathers in your palms and climbs up your arms.

“Where are you off too so late at night?” Jake asked, taking half a step forward.

“Umm- uh.. Steve’s..,” You tell him, glancing at the taller boys around you.

“Harrington’s?” He asks.

You nod.

He only hums, making eye contact with the boy behind you. You feel hands on your hips and the foreign feeling shoots painful jabs of shock from the area of contact out to the rest of your body, overloading your nervous system. You look around again, noting that you’d stopped just at the end of Steve’s block. But how are you going to get away from all the boys and get to safety, you’re greatly outnumbered and outmuscled.

“It’s cold out,” Jake mutters only loud enough for you and the other boys to hear. “No jacket. You wanna stop by and warm up?”

“No-no thank you,” You stutter. “Steve’s just a few houses up.”

“You sure, even with a killer stalking his way around Hawkins?” It sounds almost like the threat.

But the killer. Your stupid, afraid lizard brain completely forgot of a killer roaming Hawkins as you speak, killing a few non-important people of Hawkins that were on the news for three days max, only to be forgotten when that 72 hour timer was up. Only two of your classmates had been killed, but no one of note.

“I’m sure i’ll be fine. Steve’s is just a few houses up,” You say again, a little louder this time.

“C’mon,” Tanner purrs, pushing your hips forward causing you to stumble forward. “Let’s just get your warmed up.”

Jake falls in beside you, a hand coming up to grip the nape of your neck to push your forward.

“No-no!” You struggle, trying to elbow the body behind you. “I don’t wanna go! Let me go!!”

The boys only surge your body forward and you fall into the grass of a nearby yard, it’s cold and wet. You do your best to scramble away but your hands slip on the wet grass.

“This wouldn’t be so hard if you didn’t struggle,” You feel a weight on your body and it only overloads your senses even more.

You decided to take a chance and take advantage of the quiet night and yell.

“STEVE!! STEVE!!”

“Shush,” One of the boys says, shoving you down and your face pressed against the grass. Tears, that’d flooded your eyes, spilled over your lash line.

You claw and kick, trying to dislodge whoever was holding you down.

It works, or so you think. You barely hear a hard kick, an “oof”, and the the weight is no longer there.

“Shit-“ You hear a voice.

Another hard thud against a body and a groan of pain.

“Guys, it’s-“

You turn around, sitting up. Your met with a tall, black clothed figure. No distinct features other than the knife in their hand and the paper white mask that features a sad scream.

“Oh shit-“ Tanner backs away, only to be shoved forward by another dark clothes figure, identical to the first one, but they hold a blood stained bat, nails dotted the fat part of the bat.

The first figure with the knife pulls Jake, who was laid on the ground, up by his hair. He’s placed in a sloppy downward dog position and his face is twisted in pain.

“There’s two of them??” One of the basketball guys mutters.

“C’mon man, we gotta go.”

Theres a shuffling of feet and you watch as the four unnamed basketball players sloppily panic sprint away, leaving behind Tanner and Jake.

The figure with the bat swings and you advert your eyes as a sickening thud and a yell of pain is ripped from Tanner’s body.

“I’m only gonna hurt you a little bit,” The ghost with the knife mutters. “Not enough to kill you, but enough for you to remember.”

You’re to scared to back away, but you want to think the knife ghost is mindful. They’re positioned in a way of blocking your view of both his victim and the bat ghost’s victim.

It’s a painful few minutes of whatever happens to both the basketball players, your eyes screwed shut and hands over your ears. And it’s a hand that shocks you out of the barely safe haven. It’s gentle, and you scramble back when you make eye contact with the white mask. You can’t tell which one it is, but whichever one it is, they make no move to hurt you.

They stand to their full height, there’s a knife in their hand. It’s bloody. But they reach their opposite hand towards you.

“C’mon,” The ghost speaks. “Up.”

Despite your mind saying no, you take their hand and the ghost hoists you up. They’re tall, intimidating.

“Let’s get you home.”

The ghost blocks your view of the basketball boys, walking you to the sidewalk and up towards Steve’s house.

The other ghost, the one with the bat, joins on your other side. Both lead you up the way to Steve’s house. It’s silent until you speak up.

“Did you kill them?” You don’t look at either of them.

The ghost on your left, the one with the bat, speaks up, “Only the one that touched you.”

Tanner. Tanner touched you.

And now he’s dead. Because he touched you.

It’s silent again. And they walk you all the way up to Steve’s lit up porch. But you grow confused when the ghost with the bat opens the door, waits for you and the other ghost to walk in, which you do cautiously. But it’s Steve’s house, nothing bad ever happens in Steve’s house.

You watch as the bat ghost shuts the front door, locks both locks, and set the bloodied bat against the wall. They bring their hands up to the mask, pull it up, and they reveal their face.

You can barely believe it. It’s..

It’s Steve.

Steve Harrington.

Steve Harrington just murdered a classmate, all because he harassed you and touched you.

You turn around and the other ghost is shaking his hair out, black curls flying about. And then you catch his face. It’s Eddie. Eddie Munson.

Steve and Eddie are the ghosts that have been terrorizing your town for a few weeks now. Murdering town folk and classmates, and they’ve just added another to their list. And these ghosts are also your best friends.

“But why?” You asks, not caring which one answers.

“Why?” Steve starts, pulling the dirtied robe from his body. “Why do we kill or why did we kill Tanner?”

You pause, “Why do you kill?”

“For you,” Steve answers, he pulls the long sleeved shirt that he had on under the robe off, blood had soaked through and gotten it messy as well.

You blinked, mind blank with shock. For you? But why?? Why would someone kill for you? What reasoning could they possibly have?

"Why?" You ask.

"Because, we care about you," Eddie's come up behind you, his mask and robe tossed aside but he still has on a tight fitting long, black sleeved shirt, the sleeved are pushed up to just above his elbows. "Anyone that cares about you enough would kill for you."

"You care about me?" You pause. "That much?"

"Of course," Steve answers.

Eddie gently turns you around with his hands on your shoulders, and you see the same, dark chocolate eyes you've always seen. They look at you with adoration. These don't look like the eyes of a killer, they're just the eyes of one of your closest friends.

"You remember Cody Durrington?" Eddie asks.

Cody Durrington. You'd met him at a party you went to with Steve, Robin, and Eddie. You don't remember much, only that you'd separated from the group and Cody Durrington had been nice and offered you a drink. The next thing you remember is drinking a bottle of blue gatorade through a straw in Steve's bathroom. Robin stood in the doorway and Steve was holding your drink. The next morning, the news had reported Durrington dead, just a block away from the house where the party was at.

"You came crying to me cause you didn't feel good. I figured you drank too much until a little bird told me that Cody Durrington had spiked that drink that he gave you," Eddie told you, still holding you by the shoulders and making strong eye contact. "Apparently he had planned on bringing you home with him that night, but couldn't after you came wobbling over to Steve and I. Obviously, I just couldn't let all that slide, not when it came to you. So I had Steve and Robin bring you home to sober you up and I dragged Cody away and killed him."

"That was you?"

"Of course," Eddie seemed to have a bit of pride swimming in his eyes at his declaration. "I tell you all the time, sweetheart, I won't let anything happen to you."

"It's cause we care about you, baby. But you know that, right?" Steve is still behind you. He's so close that you can feel the heat radiating from his bare chest. Though you're sure that the thin shirt you threw on before you left your house isn't much of a barrier anyway.

You nod. Words aren't forming in your brain because of the close proximity of the taller men, and also probably because of the shock of the current situation. But it's most definitely because of your two very tall, very handsome best friends that are sandwiching you in the living room right now.

You'd always found your two best friends attractive, ever since you met them. But now? That you know that they'd do anything for you? You can't help but see your boys even more attractive. They always told you that they wouldn't let anything happen to you and that you're always safe with them, but now you know positively mean it. You know that they'd do anything for you, and more.

"You okay?" Eddie asks, his hands are on your upper arms, rubbing up and down in a small motion.

"I uh- Yeah," You stutter, smiling. It's not a confident smile, but you're very nervous all of the sudden.

"You sure?"

You move your hands up to grip onto Eddie's arms and nod, "Yeah."

It's almost like a staring contest between you and Eddie. You breathe, barely, but it fully stops when Eddie's hands move to your face. They're warm against your cheeks, and big. His palms hold pretty much the entirety of your cheeks and his fingers place themselves comfortably around your ears, his pointer resting above your ear while the rest slot themselves underneath your lobe. You blush and Eddie can feel it cause you see the small smile grow on his face. You've never been this close with Eddie, and you're extremely nervous. You can feel your heartbeat pick up and the hint of sweat glossing your cheeks.

Then, Eddie starts leaning in. For what? Is he going to kiss you? Oh you so dearly hoping that the hands on your cheeks and him leaning in are strong telltale signs of a kiss from Eddie Munson. And he only leans closer and closer until your lips meet, and he's kissing you! Eddie fucking Munson is kissing you!! The only thing you can do is kiss him back. Your heart feels like it's beating 100 miles per minutes and you pray to whatever higher power there is in this moment that you don't go into cardiac arrest cause that would be super embarrassing.

Eddie kisses you and kisses you, holding your face so gently in his hands. He keeps pulling back, but you push forward in eagerness. Eddie's happy to be just as eagered as he starts kissing you a little more harshly. But before you get too eagered into kissing, Steve speaks up.

"Hey, can I have a turn now?"

You and Eddie separate, and you turn. Your vision is blurry and your legs feel like jello. You blink a few times and smile up at the older man.

"Of course," You tell him and grab his cheeks to pull him down to your height.

Steve places his hands on the junction where your neck and jaw meet and your lips meet his. You feel the same feeling as you felt when you were kissing Eddie, nervous and like you were about to pass out but oh so excited. Steve is softer, he's eagered to meet your lips but you can tell he likes to take things slow. He places one last, slightly wet kiss to your lips before fully pulling back. You take a moment to realize that you little kissing session with Steve has ended, hopefully temporarily.

"Eagered, are we?" Steve asks, a smirk on his face.

You nod.

"Words, baby. You know I like hearing you talk," Steve gently orders, rubbing your jaw with his thumb.

"Yeah," You breathed out.

Steve nodded, satisfied with your answer.

Your concentration on Steve is interrupted by a pair of hands on your upper waist. You jump, not expecting the touch.

"Sorry," You hear Eddie mutter as he noses your neck, pressing his body into yours from behind.

Both of these boys are so warm, and oh so tall. It makes you extremely flustered and nervous for whatever is going to come out of the current situation.

“You wanna lock up and I’ll bring our pretty girl upstairs? Get her started?” Steve suggests, looking past you at Eddie.

“Sure. I’ll bring up a water or two as well,” Eddie presses a soft kiss to your neck and pulls away.

The action spreads head throughout your body, but it’s centered at the area between your legs. Your legs are a little wobbly as you follow Steve up the stairs, your hand in his. You can’t help but admire his back. It’s muscly and you like how his shoulder blade has adjusted to the way his arm his pulled back to keep contact with you. Your eyes glide down the dip where his spine is located and along the symmetrical lines that located the tops of his hip bones that disappear under Steve’s denim jeans.

You barely register the blank walls of the hallway and the semi-empty room that Steve calls his bedroom. You sit obediently on the soft unmade bed. It smells like Steve; woody, a little bit of expensive cologne, a hint of hairspray, and an underlying smell of musk. There’s also a lingering smell of weed and cigarettes, and you make a mental note that Eddie must frequent here as well.

“Arm’s up,” Steve tells you, standing in front of you.

You do as your told and Steve pulls your t-shirt up over your head and drops it onto the floor beside you. Steve brings his hands to your face and leans down to kiss you again, letting his hands roam down your neck, over your shoulders, and down to the middle of your back to unhook the clasps of your bra. He pulls the straps of the material down your shoulders and you help him get your arms out of the loops so Steve can drop your bra on the ground with your shirt.

Steve pulls away from you. You watch as Steve stalks around the bed and goes to settle on the left side of the bed. He adjusts so he’s sitting up against a couple pillows on the headboard, his legs parted and only a few strands of hair falling over his forehead.

“C’mere, baby. You wanna come sit on my lap?” He asks, watching you.

You nod, getting up from your spot and making your way to the man. You’re hesitant as you swing your legs up over Steve and you hover, not sure where to sit.

Steve puts his hands on your hips and pulls you forward and down. As he pulls you down, the boy pushes his hips upwards. He groans a little at the feeling. He slides his hands up your abdomen to your cheeks, cradling them.

“Kiss me?” Steve asks, still holding your face.

You nod.

Steve pulls you down gently. Your hair gets in your face a little and Steve adjusts his hands so your hair stays out of both of your ways. You kiss and kiss, using only a little tongue. You’re letting Steve guide you and it’s obvious he doesn’t want to push you too much, which you’re thankful for.

You’re interrupted by a knock on the doorframe of the bedroom.

“Knock knock, lovebirds,” It’s Eddie. “Water delivery.”

You sit up from kissing Steve, shyly brushing some hair behind your ear. You watch as Eddie sets the two glasses of water on the bedside table. He plops down on the bed, still in his black long sleeve shirt.

“Dude,” Steve deadpans, looking at his male companion.

“What?” Eddie looks back him.

“Your shirt,” Steve points out.

“These sheets need washed anyway,” Eddie waves him off. “You’ll be fine.”

Steve scoffs and turns his head to you. He give you a “this guy” look.

You only smile.

“Sooo…,” Eddie trails. “My turn?”

He looks at you, awaiting your answer.

“Sure,” You shrug, still smiling.

You carefully make your way over to Eddie, being mindful of your knees. You settle on Eddie’s lap just like you did Steve’s but you actually sit down this time.

Eddie pulls you down. He’s a little more aggressive than Steve, you note, but still caring. Eddie dives right into the kiss, using tongue and only a hint of teeth.

After what feels like forever and seconds at the same time, you’re pulled away from Eddie by your hair. You groan, not really in pain but not in too much pleasure either. Steve gently maneuvers you between them, laying you on your back on the bed.

“Off?” Steve asks, sitting up on his haunches beside you. He gently pulls on the pj shorts you have on.

“Uhmm..,” You hesitate for a moment, nervous. “Sure.”

“You sure?” Steve senses your nervousness.

You nod, “No time like the present.”

Steve nods, checking one more time before he pulls your shorts off.

You’re left there in your thin pj shirt and panties. The cold air of the room makes goosebumps erupt on your skin.

In light of exposed skin, Eddie pulls off his own shirt. He shakes out his hair, fluffing it up. You’d only seen Eddie shirt a handful of times, but now was the only time you were only really paying attention. He had a slightly toned chest and a soft tummy. Below his belly button, you followed his thatch of hair that disappeared into his black jeans. Back up to his chest, there was the demon head and the black widow. On the right forearm were his bat tattoos. On his bicep, was the puppet master and on his left bicep was the serpent.

“You like what you see?” Eddie asked, a smug expression on his face.

You averted your gaze in embarrassment.

“There’s no need to get embarrassed,” Eddie told you, turning your head back towards him. “Now let’s get this party started.”

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A/N: Hello! This has been in my drafts for forever and it’s been getting a little long so I decided to end it where it was. If yall want more eye-pœrn then please please please beg for it cause I honestly have no motivation to write smut for Eddie anymore. But if yall beg for a part 2, I will give yall a part 2

[tubesock86]

80s BABY!

[xgumiho]

🪓 They thought they had buried the secret along with the body. Now, the ghosts of their past have come back to haunt them. Will they make it out of this summer alive?

©xgumiho | do not repost/steal/edit/crop/sell

camp counselor Steddie slasher summer AU

[milf-harrington]

[image description: digital art of steve and eddie from stranger things, set out almost like a movie poster.

in the top left, eddie is shown playing air guitar with his tongue poking out. he's dressed in blue shorts and a black shirt with a short sleeve flannel + denim vest combination thrown over top. he's also wearing black converse. "the music guy" is written next to him in red ink with two arrows pointing towards him. his hair is down.

in the bottom right, steve is standing like he's leaning against a wall, one knee bent with his foot crossed in front of the other. he's dressed in short denim shorts and a green and white baseball shirt with the sleeves cut off. he's got white shoes and blue socks. he's saluting lazily. "the jock" is written next to him in blue ink with two arrows pointing towards him.

in the top right corner "steve + eddie" is written in orange capital letters, surrounded by dots and scribbles of various colours: blue, pink, orange and green. in the middle, placed behind the boys, is a pink rectangle splattered with blood. in the bottom left corner "slasher" is written in large yellow capital letters, with the same word written over it again in smaller red letters, designed to look like they're dripping blood. beneath it 'summer camp au' is written in the same red, this time without the drips. there are blood puddles pooled beneath, though. /end id.]

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here's a little steddie piece inspired by this tiktok my best friend sent me, they literally said "possibly steddie outfit ideas" which i love bc i don't actually even think they ship steddie i just go on about them that often

[nma-nekro]

more ghostface!Steve bc why not 👻

[little-bumblebeeee]

Fruity four horror/slasher movie au where Steve is the himbo in the crop top and booty shorts and also has a weird amount of sexual tension between his "friend" Eddie who everyone may or may not suspect first and lock in a broom closet for half the movie despite people still dying while he's in there

[stilesgrace159]

I need a steddie horror/slasher au styled similar to Halloween. Babysitter Final Girl Steve Harrington fighting off a stalker serial killer. (Spoiler alert- it's Eddie). Bloody romance ensues.

(Please, I'm desperate! Someone roleplay this with me 😭🙏)

[the-end-beautiful-friend]

new steddie fic

this one goes out to the steddie freaks (affectionate)

how do we feel about a steddie heathers au where a fallen-from-grace Steve Harrington decides to get some revenge on the assholes of Hawkins High and also perhaps acquire a boyfriend in the process?

i don't think it will completely follow the plot of heathers but will be heavily inspired by it

i'll be taking some liberties with the timelines, but i'm thinking this would be post-season three, but I'm pretending that Steve still is a senior at Hawkins High

i love slasher steddie (esp ghostface steddie) and thought perchance I could write some of my own

thoughts? interest?

[horrorfreak88]

Welcome to Camp Hawkins -Chapter 1

Outside Hawkins, Indiana. Summer of 1986. July 6th.

Steve sat in his car with the windows rolled down, radio blasting the local pop station and his best friend Robin yelling at him from the passenger seat about directions. 

“You're going the wrong way!” She yelled. 

“I know exactly where we're going, Robin! And get that thing out of my face!” He swatted away at the map of Indiana Robin was holding up. 

“No you do not!” Robin protested right back at him.

“Yes I do! See? The sign is right there.” Steve pointed towards Robin's direction where a small road followed by a sign that read Camp Hawkins was in view. 

“Oh fuck you!” Robin interjected. 

Steve rolled his eyes and drove down the long, narrow road. 

Camp Hawkins hadn’t been open since 1957. There were rumors about mass killings on the grounds. Rumors about it being murder, all the way to demonic possessions. Steve and Robin had read all about them before taking up the job, but working in retail wasn’t working out for the two of them and they definitely needed jobs for the summer. A few little rumors weren’t going to scare them. 

Steve pulled up to the nearest cabin, already spotting what seems to be the other people they’d be working with. All of them are familiar faces. 

He spots Jonathan Byers and Nancy Wheeler. 

Great. Just great. 

“Why aren’t we getting out?” Robin’s hand was already on the door handle, just waiting for Steve’s cue to leave. 

“I can’t go out there.”

“And why’s that?” 

“That’s why.” He pointed in the direction of Nancy and Jonathan. Robin had heard about Steve’s little romance with Nancy, and how she called him out for being bullshit in front of almost the entirety of Hawkins High. She also heard about Steve and Jonathan’s previous brawl, and even she had to agree that the reason they’re not on good terms is Steve’s fault. But when they were all together defeating Vecna, they seemed fine. For now it looked like she was wrong. 

“Ugh, pussy.”

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A little snippet of the first draft of Slasher Summer Steddie AU

Cannot wait to share more of this with you all

[harpersbizarresketchbook]

I don't know why it excites me to see what my shop shows up as for other people, but this combination of Hannibal, Scream, 80s tech, and Stranger Things Vecna tapes? It makes me feel pretty cool.

[pizzaqueen]

Eddie celebrates his first Valentine’s Day with Steve by making spaghetti a la Eddie (it’s literally just spaghetti and meatballs), pouring their beer into plastic champagne flutes and renting My Bloody Valentine for them to watch after dinner. (He rents it when it’s not Steve’s shift.) He gives Steve a mixtape and some candy bars and more than a few hickeys and he’s not really sure what he’s doing because romance isn’t his area but Steve is into romance and Eddie wanted to do this for him. And honestly? It’s the best Valentine’s Day Steve’s ever had.

[fanfictionvibesworld]

About me and what I write

Hello I’m Fanfictionvibes! Or some call me Fan if you want. Like I said I make books for entertainment and fun purposes. No stress of reality here. This is a safe place to just escape from reality which almost all of us do from time to time. Anyway I used to have an account but I never used it but now I’m back. I make all sorts of one shots for our favorite fantasy characters or people. I do

Fluff ⛅️

Cute ⭐️

Angst 💢

Lime 💋 (basically just making out nothing more)

Gore/blood warning ⚠️🪓

Horror 👹

Thank you for taking the time to red this and I hope most of all your having fun! Bye my little warriors!

[munsonsduchess]

Summer 1986.

Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Jonathan Byers, Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler and Chrissy Cunningham are camp counsellors at Brantree Summer Camp.

Nancy is there to bolster her college application. Eddie was given the choice between this and picking litter off the side of the road for a crime he didn’t commit. Jonathan is there because Will wanted to go and Joyce felt better knowing Jon would keep an eye on him. Chrissy goes every summer as a chance to get out of the house.

Robin and Steve are there because they lost their job again and well everyone else was going.

It’s the final year for party to go to as campers themselves before they’re old enough to be counsellors in their own right and after Spring Break everyone deserves a fun summer with no Upside Down weirdness.

That is until strange things start happening around camp. Neither Will or Jane can sense anything ‘gatey’ but whatever is happening is certainly not normal.

Robin is the first one to make the Jason Voorhees joke. She wishes she hadn’t

[steddie-thirst]

Literally so excited to see the slasher house dynamic!

Yeah, people ask about them all the time, but I never have written anything, so I plan to change that tonightt!

[nma-nekro]

steddie but they're ghostface 👻 👀