#vampire stranger things

[gttinyprincess]

Writing plot points for a few add on shots to 'Willing' and all I can say is pretty men go brrrrrrr.

They're gonna go through some gay thought crisis's best believe.

[gttinyprincess]

Hello I was wondering if you would write about Billy feeding on the reader after a basketball game and Steve confronting Billy

I can indeed. This one took awhile but hopefully worth the wait. Please enjoy ^-^

Willing

Vampire!Billy x Human!Male reader ft human Steve

"Great effort guys" the coach calls as the court breaks up, heading to gather their gear and discarded shirts. "Hit the showers and head home, I'll see you friday" their teacher exits the gym alongside a couple students looking for pointers on their form.

(Y/N) is quick to scoop his shirt up from the cool laminate floor where he'd tossed it mid game, he pants and takes a swig from his nearly empty water bottle, the liquid having long since warmed to room temperature. He huffs, turning on his heel, shirt swung over his shoulder as he takes another long drink from his bottle. The game had been a tough one, he could still feel the adrenaline buzzing like electricity in his veins. By now most of the group has left the gym, just a few stragglers stand around chatting as they gather their belongings, so (Y/N) isn't swamped by sweaty men as he walks to the auditorium's doors.

(Y/N) however is dragged into the darkness beneath the bleachers before he even knows what's happening. A strong arm catches his waist and pulls him while a hand pressed tight over his mouth muffles his startled cry of shock. Still caught in the momentum he's spun around, arms cage him in against the wall he's being pressed into. The first thing he notices in the dim light funnelling in through gaps in the benches are the familiar crimson eyes gazing down on him. "Billy" the man's name leaves his lips with a gasp.

Billy's chest presses against him with each laboured breath he takes, though (Y/N) is aware that unlike him water won't quench his thirst. "I startled you" he mumbles leaning down to brush his nose against the side of the other man's throat "sorry, but I really need you right now" the hands beside his head bunch into fists, showing his restraint as he holds back. He won't do anything, not if (Y/N) doesn't consent. He's a brute, but he still has morals.

(Y/N) tilts his head back to expose more of his neck "I thought you might need a top up soon" he agrees feeling the vampire mouth at his neck. Billy's into chicks, this is just him acting on instinct he reminds himself. He's just helping a friend in need. "It's been a few weeks" Billy's hands move from the wall to grip (Y/N)'s shoulders as he speaks, hot breath fans his neck as he drags his tongue up the man's throat, the action sending a shiver down (Y/N)'s spine. That was new, he had never done that in any of their other meetings.

Billy moves a hand up to cup the back of the man's neck "you have no idea how much I need you" he hums against (Y/N)'s throat and god, does he wish he wasn't just talking about feeding. "I'm all yours" the human releases a shaky breath and the vampire chuckles against him "is that so?" (Y/N) gasps feeling the twin points of Billy's fangs press into his flesh, not enough to break skin but enough that he preemptively grasps at the other man's shoulders. He knows the bite doesn't hurt for long but he still can't help but brace himself for the sting of it.

(Y/N) stifles a yelp against Billy's shoulder as he finally bites down, his fangs slicing into flesh like hot knives through butter. His breath shudders as the pain fades being replaced by a pleasant warmth that floods his veins. Billy's hand slips from his shoulder to the man's lower waist, pulling him in and pressing their bodies together. (Y/N) can feel the vampire's skin against his own as it begins to warm up, he hadn't even realised how cold Billy had been when he'd shoved him against the wall. Billy moans as he takes deep greedy mouthfuls of the sweet saccharine liquid (Y/N)'s throat offers him. He pushes his face further into (Y/N)'s neck, hands gripping him tightly.

Even through his hunger Billy can't help but revel in the feeling of (Y/N)'s body against his own, he hum taking his time to enjoy having the human so close to him. He brushes his thumb against the skin of (Y/N)'s back. He so desperately wants this more than just four times a month or so, wants to hold him as he wakes in the morning, run his hands through that soft looking hair.

Maybe even kiss him in the low light of the school parking lot after winning one of their games.

Taking one final mouthful Billy pulls back to look down at the man before him, (Y/N)'s head is tilted back, mouth open and eyes half lidded in bliss. Blood still pools at the puncture wounds on his neck, painting thin lines of crimson along his skin, down to his clavicle. He should really heal the bite before he loses any more blood.

(Y/N)'s head is heavy as he tilts it forwards to look at Billy. His lips are stained with blood that trickles down his chin. "You doing okay?" He asks running his tongue over his bottom lip to collect the red sitting there. "I'm good, just feeling heavy" Billy hums leaning over him once again "my bad I took more than usual" the hand on his lower back allows Billy to pull (Y/N) away from the wall and the human tightens his grip on him in turn to keep himself upright.

This is nice. Just the two of them, clinging to each other in the dim lighting of the bleachers. Billy can hear the man's heart beating with a dull steady rhythm, such a contrast to their first encounter. But he likes it. Likes that (Y/N) feels calm in his presence, that he's not scared of him or disgusted by his needs.

Billy presses his lips to the puncture wounds on (Y/N)'s neck, intent on sealing them and cleaning up the blood that he'd missed.

A shout from the bleachers entrance intercepts him "the hell are you doing under here Billy?" Billy clenches his teeth as he stares blankly ahead, he releases a deep breath as he pulls back to stare at the wall.

"Harrington" fucking Harrington, of course.

Holding (Y/N) tight to his chest Billy looks to where the voice had come from and sure as shit there Steve stands with his hands on his hips and a scowl on his face. Billy watches his expression shift to that of confusion as he takes in the two of them. "What the fuck are you doing?" He begins marching towards them. Billy's sure he doesn't know it's (Y/N) in his arms as he has his face hidden in his shoulder, fatigued from giving so much blood.

"Go home Harrington, this doesn't concern you" Billy grinds out blue eyes narrowed in on Steve who's now within arms reach. "Like hell it does" Steve manages to push Billy back with one hand, the other wrapping itself around (Y/N)'s torso.

(Y/N) grips at the grey shirt he's pressed into, struggling to stay upright in his dizzy state. He blinks trying to get a hold of his surroundings. Billy borderline growls as he steadies himself "give him back!" He demands not having expected him to be so confronting. Harrington had never instigated before but this time he was being ballsy. "No fuck you, you're being a dick!" He denies readjusting (Y/N)'s body against his own. Fingers swipe over his skin and then there's a gasp from above him.

"Is this blood?" Uh oh. He can practically hear Steve scrutinising Billy for any signs of a weapon "did you bite him?" He exclaims.

Billy's mouth is smeared with blood, there's no misinterpreting what might have happened, everything clicks into place perfectly. Billy had bit the man, who had been too weak to fight back. But what kind of lunatic bites someone hard enough to draw blood in a fight?

Billy glares at him from where he stands "it's fine, he didn't hurt me" a tired voice mumbles from a place tucked into Steve's shirt. The ex-king furrows his brows at the sudden injection into the conversation "(Y/N)?" His reply is a small hum of acknowledgement, eyes flying up to pierce Billy with renewed anger "you went after my friend?" He seethes.

"No" Billy stalks forwards with a slow purposeful gait, ocean blue eyes staining a vibrant red with each step. He pauses only once he's stood with his chest pressing into (Y/N)'s back. "I was feeding on my friend" he emphasises the 'my', clasping a hand to (Y/N)'s shoulders. "Feeding on?" Now he's even more confused. Billy grins, lips lifting to reveal large pearly white fangs. The jock feels satisfied watching Steve's eyes widen in shock and fear at the revelation.

Billy cocks his head to the side "what? That make you nervous, pretty boy?" He taunts smugly. Steve holds (Y/N)'s body tighter to him earning a groan, the noise draws Billy's attention "I need to heal the bite" his tone softens a little, thumb rubbing circles against (Y/N)'s skin. "No way am I gonna let you continue making a meal out of him!" Steve shouts pulling away from Billy but the latter is quick, grabbing Steve by the bicep and pulling him back in.

"I'm full" he growls in Steve's face "but you're starting to make me think about trying you" Billy threatens baring his fangs at the man before giving him a harsh shove in the chest. Steve stumbles backwards landing on his backside with a grunt.

Now with (Y/N) safely back in his arms Billy can finish what he started. He's gentle as he rearranges the man in his arms so he can get his mouth back on the puncture wounds, laving his tongue against the wound. (Y/N) manages to gain enough strength to wrap his arms around Billy's shoulders. Lapping up the last smears of red he pulls back to look down at the man.

Billy helps him as he moves to sit down on the floor, leaning back against the wall. He came prepared as always, Billy hands (Y/N) a coke to sip from whilst he grabs a cookie from the bottom of his bag. He can sense the hurried approach Steve makes while his back is turned.

"Are you okay? Are you in pain?" (Y/N) looks to his friend over the glass of his drink, lowering the bottle he takes a breath "Steve, I'm fine" he tries his best to sound strong but he's clearly exhausted "Billy and I have a routine kind of. I feed him, he keeps me safe" admittedly (Y/N) is hiding information from Steve but it's for his own sake. If Steve freaks out Billy would undoubtedly put him on his ass or worse. He's been pretty good today and (Y/N) doesn't want anything to ruin that.

In the beginning (Y/N) had agreed to being Billy's blood donor, or blood bag as he had so delicately put it at the time, for his own safety. Between giving some blood every now and then or being drained completely, it wasn't too hard of a choice to make. Billy had been harsh and abrasive their first few feedings, only staying long enough to get his fill before quickly leaving. But over time it shifted, the change was slow but welcomed. Soon he started hanging around after feeding, checking to make sure he ate something and stayed hydrated and eventually the vampire began bringing sugary drinks and snacks as a small thank you for helping him out.

"He's gentle about it and makes sure I'm alright" (Y/N) reassures taking the cookie Billy holds out to him. Steve startles not having heard the vampire approach. "Feeling any better?" He asks ignoring the human beside him in favour of checking on his friend. (Y/N) nods swallowing a mouthful of cookie "I'm good, just dizzy. you're looking a lot better" (Y/N) resists the urge he has to cup Billy's cheek. The vampire nods "you're coming home with me" the human laughs "again? Aren't you scared I'm gonna get too comfortable being there, maybe even make myself at home?" He jokes fondly and Billy gives him a genuine smile. Steve however cuts in before Billy can reply "I'm not letting you go home with him after he took a chunk out of your neck!" The jock exclaims.

(Y/N) sighs "Steve. I'm a grown ass man, I can make my own decisions" he starts and Steve doesn't look happy that he's being ignored "I trust Billy, we've been doing this for awhile." Billy places his hand on his friend's knee in silent support. He appreciates that Billy is letting him handle this even though he's clearly riled up.

Steve is silent for a moment eyeing Billy's hand as he thinks "if it's bothering you that much you can come with us, he just needs rest" (Y/N) is suprised at this, he hadn't expected Billy to act so mature about the situation. Steve seems equally as suprised about the offer "ugh okay, yeah sure" he agrees and with that matter settled Billy wastes no time in scooping (Y/N) up into his arms bridal style, tucking him in close to his chest. "Grab my bag it has my keys in it." He calls back over his shoulder, making his way out from under the bleachers whilst Steve grabs their things.

Arriving at Billy's place he reassures them that Susan and 'the brat' are out. (Y/N) laughs at this knowing that even though Billy acts callous when talking about Max something had changed a few months back. He doesn't dote on her or anything like that but he's softer on her more accepting of having her in his space. (Y/N) thinks it's sweet.

(Y/N) is laid down on Billy's bed as he leaves to go fix him something to eat. Steve sits beside him on the bed, the two silent as they listen to Billy shuffle things around in the kitchen. "So" Steve begins awkwardly and (Y/N) peeks an eye open to look up at him "Billy is a..." he runs his tongue over his lips in thought, staring straight ahead. "A vampire?" (Y/N) finishes the thought for him and he finally looks at him "yeah. Sounds insane right?" He laughs, shrugging his shoulders as best he can against the bed. "How long have you known?" Typical curious Steve. (Y/N) smiles as his friend shuffles down the bed to lay down beside him "about six months. I found out by accident, kinda like you did" he replies with a smile.

"He's an asshole sometimes" Steve knows he's talking about Billy "but he's not going to hurt me" Steve doesn't say anything to that, he simply nods " you know he's gonna want you to keep this secret?" Another nod "I will, if you genuinely think he can be trusted then fine" the jock agrees giving (Y/N) a small smile.

"Good, I'd hate to have to kill this loser's only friend" Billy leans on the door frame eyeing the two humans, he holds a plate with some kind of sandwich in his hand. "Billy" (Y/N) groans rolling onto his back, the blonde gives his signature smirk before pushing off of the doorway towards the bed. He hands (Y/N) the plate and the two make room for him on the bed. They sit and talk whilst (Y/N) eats, there's still an obvious tension in the air but they put that aside for now.

Only once the plate is cleared does Billy let (Y/N) lay back down for some proper rest, framed on either side by his friends. His heart slows to a resting rate and Billy finally looks over him to see Steve staring back at him. "This doesn't mean I like you" he says sternly and Billy smirks.

"Right back at you, pretty boy"

[gttinyprincess]

Willing chapter 3

TW: period typical homophobia.

"You want some?"

(Y/N) blinks back to reality, picking his head up to look to his side. He's sitting on the bench hidden in the forest behind the school, a little spot for people to relax and smoke. He'd planned to sit alone and sort out his thoughts, however it seems someone had other ideas.

Beside the wooden table stands Hawkin high's most infamous student. Eddie munson. In all his long hair and denim clad glory.

The jock glances down to eye the hand held out to him, a joint pinched in between his fingertips. (Y/N) smiles but shakes his head at offer "thanks but I'm good, man." The metalhead shrugs "suit yourself" he says moving to sit beside the other teen as he feels around his pockets for a lighter. Any other time (Y/N) would take Eddie up on the offer, but he's meeting Billy soon and he's not too sure how the drug might affect his vampiric friend. He'd rather not accidentally spike the blonde.

Eddie's quiet as he lights up and takes a drag "it's been awhile since we last hung out" the tone has (Y/N) raising an eyebrow. Eddie clearly has something he wants to get off his chest. "Yeah, a good couple of weeks" he agrees, eyeing the metalhead as he waits for the other shoe to drop. "You've been hanging with Hawkin's kings a lot lately."

Here we go.

"I get that you had trouble with them in the past-" he sighs "it's not that, (Y/N). They're assholes" Eddie frowns, meeting his friend's gaze "I don't want them rubbing off on you." (Y/N) sighs leaning back on his hands, the wood of the table's surface is rough beneath his palms "I'm not going to forget about you, Eddie." He couldn't even if he tried to, the metalhead was an enigma. He's not someone you can get out of your mind easily. "They aren't bad guys" Eddie scoffs and (Y/N) shoots him a glare that has him holding his hands up in surrender. "Steve and Billy have changed a lot, they're good people" now it's Eddie's turn to glare.

"They're bullies and stuck up pricks" Eddie takes another drag "you're one of the only decent jocks around here, it'd suck if that changed" he sighs. "Aww, I'm only decent?" (Y/N) changes the subject knowing they'd just be going round in circles again if he tried to plead his case. Eddie huffs a laugh and rolls his eyes "well your company isn't terrible, but I just don't think you're weird enough." The jock laughs loudly "you should really fix that" he teases leaning his head on Eddie's shoulder.

He liked hanging out with Eddie. He didn't feel like he had to put up such a macho front like he did with the other jocks. He didn't have to put up with the slaps on the back or bum, Eddie was more of a hugger, clingy in a way but not overwhelming. He respected (Y/N)'s boundaries and always seems to know when he needs some quiet company. All in all the jock and the freak were an unlikely duo, but they made it work.

Admittedly (Y/N) knew it was a jerk move to ask Eddie to hang out after school, but he couldn't get over the idea of Eddie not getting along with his friends. It's a selfish thought, but he wants them all to hang out together. To prove Steve and Billy had changed for the better.

So a quick phone call and the promise of beers has Eddie agreeing to swing by after he gets changed, again. (Y/N) had caught the metalhead right after he'd gotten into his PJs for a lazy day.

"That's a yes from Eddie" the jock smiles as he hangs up the phone, turning to face the guests leaning against the kitchen counter talking quietly. Billy grunts his acknowledgement, pulling a face "I still need to feed" he points out, eyeing the expanse of (Y/N)'s neck "should probably get that over with before he gets here."

He doesn't need to say much more than that, his friend is already tugging off his shirt and setting it aside on the counter. "Take what you need" (Y/N) coaxes moving towards the blonde, tilting his head to the side to show off the smooth skin of his neck. Billy's hands find purchase on the teens waist as he leans in to trail his lips along his throat.

He knows it's just Billy's instincts. His mind reminds him of it every time the vampire feeds, but it's easy for his heart to want more. Easy to imagine what his lips might feel like against his own. Sometimes he wonders what Billy would say if he knew what went through his mind and he cringes. Unfortunately even his daydreams can't conjure a positive reaction.

He'd be pissed if he found out. Disgusted at the selfish reason (Y/N) allows himself to be bitten. Men shouldn't think the way he does about his friend. Billy could get pretty heated at the best of times, (Y/N) can only imagine the heat he'd get if he was ever open with his feelings. No doubt he'd lose his shit at hearing he'd been hanging around a fag this whole time.

Hands rub against his skin, running from his elbows to his shoulders in a soothing repetitive pattern. (Y/N) leans back against Steve's chest, accepting the comfort he offers them.

Steve is more than happy to take (Y/N) into his arms, smoothing his hands across the teens skin. "You're good" he mumbles, resisting the urge to bury his nose in their hair. It feels silly to admit that he's quite jealous of the situation (Y/N) is in. He had hated the idea of being bitten when he first found out about Billy's true nature, but ever since he'd let Billy drink from him it's all the jock can think about. Maybe he could suggest the vampire feed on him next time.

Billy's eyes flick up to meet his own, peeking up at him through long lashes. The vampire has his face tucked into (Y/N)'s shoulder as he drinks, despite those dark eyes being focused on him. So different to the blue eyes he had so often associated with the blonde. Come to think of it, both Billy and (Y/N) had been on his mind a lot lately. Their smiles, their laughs, they took up constant residency in his mind. Had he always thought about them this much? Maybe he had always had (Y/N) on his mind, but Billy hargrove? That was admittedly a little surprising. They had started off as rivals afterall. Yet here he is, mind still hooked on the vampire.

Steve's hand traces up (Y/N)'s bicep, eyes still caught on those icy blue ones. His hand continues up, hesitantly threading through Billy's golden curls. The vampire hums against (Y/N)'s skin, his eyes slipping closed as Steve pets his hair. Nails lightly tracing over his scalp, he hadn't expected Billy to allow him this.

A repetitive knocking has the three of them jumping, jolting from each other's embrace. "Shit that'll be Eddie" (Y/N) guesses. "It's okay. I'll keep him occupied and you..." Steve says pointing to Billy "clean up."

He leaves the room to stall for time. Billy didn't get nearly enough blood, they all know it. But he can't worry about that now.

Eddie is confused to find Steve Harrington opening the door for him, the jock plasters and easy going grin on his face despite looking so flustered. "Hey Eddie" he exclaims, crossing his arms over his chest as he leans on the doorway. Eddie jerks his head up in a nod "Steve." The air is awkward as Steve leads the metalhead into the living room, not long after (Y/N) and Billy hargrove make their way into the room with a beer for each of them.

(Y/N) taps his nails on the tin of the can as they sit opposite Eddie "sorry, I forgot to mention Steve and Billy were coming over" he apologises but Eddie simply waves him off. However it's clear that the metalhead is clearly more withdrawn than his usual self.

A few beers in and he begins to warm up to the group a little bit, though (Y/N) knows he's holding back still. Being weird at school in front of a crowd around his friends is one thing but being weird at a small personal gathering and knowing only one person there is a whole other situation.

Billy isn't fairing much better. The blond taps his foot repetitively as the group sit and talk. They know Billy didn't get nearly enough blood to sate him. He can still taste the sweet tang of (Y/N)'s blood on his tongue which only serves to invigorate his thirst.

(Y/N) offers to get new beers for everyone as he heads into the kitchen to throw away his can. The beverage hisses as he cracks the tab, basking in the refreshingly cool liquid as he takes a sip. The tense atmosphere in the living room feels suffocating. Maybe it had been a bad idea to try and merge his friend groups.

"What's on your mind?" (Y/N) chokes on his, jerking the can from his lips as he's startled. "Ah shit!" He curses, holding his free hand to his mouth as he turns to face Billy. "Dude, I thought we talked about this? Don't sneak up on me like that" (Y/N) hisses with no real heat behind their words.

Billy ignores his complaint, stepping closer to the jock. They still as he gently grips their chin, scrutinising their face with a concerned gaze. His cheeks feel warm under Billy's gaze, a thumb lifts to prod his lower lip. Ice blue eyes have him pinned in place, unable to look away. Any words the man might have stick in his throat as the blond leans towards him.

(Y/N) is sure he must be dreaming when cool lips capture his own. It doesn't make sense for the jock to kiss him. Billy makes his attraction to women known with every other breath, he wouldn't kiss another boy.

(Y/N) hisses as his lip stings under Billy's tongue. A cut, he'd cut his lip on the can. Billy wasn't interested in kissing him, he wanted the blood coating his lips. The realisation has his chest squeezing painfully. Just another instinct tied to Billy's vampirism.

A large warm hand cups his cheek, the thumb brushing his ear softly. Billy kisses the human deeply, groaning at the sweet taste of blood on his tongue. He wants more of it, needs more. He wants to drain (Y/N) of every precious drop, like a man dying of thirst.

(Y/N) is stiff against him, his lips remain frozen against him. It'd be disappointing if not for the sweet distraction he's chasing. A gasp from the kitchen doorway has Billy's head snapping up to find Eddie standing, mouth agape as he stares at the two men. He wants to growl at him to leave, let him go back to drinking in (Y/N). But hands on his chest force him to take a few steps back, breaking his mindset.

"It's not what it looks like" (Y/N) claims, voice climbing in pitch. "It's cool, I'm chill with it" Eddie attempts to reassure them with his hands held up. The jock groans, frustrated "no, you don't understand. I cut my lip and well he's" (Y/N) cuts himself off, shooting a truly pitiful look towards Billy. He's trying not to expose him and that's sweet but... "I'm a vampire." Billy could care less about his cover being blown right now, he's been interrupted whilst feeding twice now and it's really starting to irk him.

Eddie pauses to blink at them before he laughs "dude relax, I'm not against it. You don't have to make up weird ass excuses" he shrugs, still smiling. "You don't believe them?" Billy speaks up from their side to which Eddie shoots Billy a deadpan look "no, I don't" Eddie says rolling his eyes as if it's the most ridiculous excuse he'd ever heard.

And yeah, maybe it would be a stupidly weird excuse... if they had been regular teens. But Billy's never been a regular teen...

Billy moves too quickly for either student to react. He shoves the metalhead against the wall, hands fisted in his shirt, fangs bared in the teens face. "JESUS H CHRIST!" Eddie exclaims, hands held up in a fearful surrender. "That good enough for you?" The vampire's snarl is dangerously soft as he speaks. (Y/N) can only watch on, frozen in place as the vampire holds his friend up against the wall, Eddie's hands scramble aimlessly behind himself on the wall.

"Or maybe this?" Eddie scrunches his eyes closed, trying to push himself further back into the wall as Billy leans in to lick a slow purposeful line up the front of his throat. "Fuck, man! Please, I'm sorry!" He whimpers in the vampire's grip.

Eddie smell so good, so fucking good. He presses his nose to the skin, breathing in the sweet aroma of blood pumping just beneath the skin. He draws his lips against the throat, opening his mouth to graze his teeth along the surface. He feels intoxicated.

Finally (Y/N) manages to shake himself from his stupor, quickly moving to put himself between the metalhead and the vampire. He flattens a palm against Billy's broad chest, keeping him at a safe distance. "Billy" (Y/N) warns softly "you don't want to hurt him" he keeps his tone even, but that look on Billy's face keeps casting the poor teen back to their first encounter.

A feral look shining in those pretty blue eyes, pinning the two humans to the spot. Billy had terrified him back then, but not now. Not when he knows that his friend would never hurt him.

Meanwhile Eddie clings to (Y/N)'s shoulders, eyes wide and shaking with terror. "I know you're hungry...I can help with that. But not him, you promised no randomly feeding on strangers anymore" (Y/N) speaks softly to the blonde, trying to keep his attention on them.

Billy shifts his gaze to meet Eddie's big brown bambi eyes. He looks so on edge, terrified even. Pretty. "He smells good" his voice is low and dangerous, eyes never leaving Eddie's. (Y/N) pushes on Billy's chest when he tries to move forwards on impulse, Billy's eyes flick down to the hand pressed firmly against him. Warm and solid. "I smell good?" Eddie panics, gripping the teen's shoulder tighter which has (Y/N) reaching back with his free hand to touch the man's side in what he hopes is a comforting gesture.

Luckily he's saved from having to try to talk Billy around that as Steve enters the room. "I heard shouting, what happened?" He eyes the scene and suddenly Billy is focused solely on him, icy blue slowly beginning to bleed into the red of his eyes. He'd forgotten about Steve momentarily. But now with him standing in the kitchen doorway he remembers. He's been replaying the moment he fed on the man over and over in his head every day since. He and (Y/N) were so tempting. But he was allowed to taste (Y/N), all he had to do was ask. But Harrington had been a one time thing.

"Eddie knows. Billy slipped a little, I'm trying to bring him back" (Y/N) fills him in whilst not taking his eyes off of the vampire. Steve nods, turning his attention completely to Billy. "Hey Hargrove" he greets softly. Slowly he raises his hand palm up, outstretched to the man who glances at the limb and then back to Steve's face. "You're still hungry right?" He coaxes gently.

The crimson completely overtakes his eyes again before the blue bleeds back into them slightly. "You can feed on me but we need to go to the living room first, yeah?" Billy eyes Steve's neck, licking his lips before nodding and stalking towards the human, having completely forgotten about (Y/N) and Eddie.

The two stay quiet as Billy takes Steve's hand and allows the jock to lead him out of the kitchen. Giving it a moment (Y/N) then steps away from Eddie to turn and face him. Now the hard part. He grasps Eddie's shoulder, but fails at drawing the metalhead's attention. "I get that you're scared and that was a lot, but if you just trust me I'll explain everything." Eddie turns his eyes away from the door Billy had disappeared through to look at (Y/N). "I won't let you get hurt" (Y/N) promises looking so damn determined that Eddie almost believed he could fight the vampire off bare handed if he needed to.

"Five minutes, then I'm gone" the brunette mumbles, already regretting his agreement but the smile (Y/N) gives him is too bright for him to care about the possible consequences.

Leading Eddie back into the living room, (Y/N) convinces the metalhead to sit down. Billy and Steve are on the opposite couch, the vampire is too busy nosing at Steve's to notice the two humans. He can't see Steve's face since it's hidden in the crook of Billy's jean jacket, Eddie flinches watching Billy sink his fangs into the jock's neck. The arms around his waist tighten pulling the man closer, flush against the vampire as he feeds and Eddie can't seem to look away from the disturbing scene. He subtly pinches the skin of his forearm, wincing at the pain. He's awake, this isn't a dream.

Eddie finally tears his eyes away from the scene to look at (Y/N) who sits quietly beside him, observing the scene with no shame or fear present on his features. How long had they been 'feeding' Billy?

"So how did you find out he was a...vampire?" It feels weird to acknowledge that this is reality. The question breaks (Y/N) from his staring and he turns to face Eddie. His friend seems reluctant to answer the question for a moment "by accident" he shrugs "kind of how Steve found out, caught him feeding and well that was that." The answer is vague at best and as Billy pulls away from Steve it's clear he's debating saying something, but decides better of it.

Billy wipes the small traces of blood from his lips, shifting Steve's limp form to lay back against the couch back. Eddie flinches when he stands up and (Y/N) puts his hand on the metalhead's knee, giving it a reassuring squeeze. Billy eyes the action but says nothing as heads out of the room.

He almost wants to protest when (Y/N) switches to sit beside Steve on his couch, pulling his loose body against them as he speaks softly. "This is normal," he brushes Steve's hair back. "We think Billy has some kind of...thing in his bite to relieve the pain and coax his meals to be more compliant." Eddie grimaces at his friend referring to himself as a meal.

He nearly jumps out of his seat when Billy sits down beside him, having magically appeared out of nowhere. The latter seems unbothered by his reaction, sliding a toastie across the coffee table. (Y/N) thanks him with a soft smile "you don't have to be so on edge, Eddie" he talks as he coaxes Steve to eat the food Billy had made him. "Billy won't need to feed till next week." It's an attempt at reassuring him. "We have a schedule that works for us, so I don't get too worn out." It's then that it hits him. It's not Steve and (Y/N) feeding Billy, just (Y/N). Steve is simply a one off.

Pushing the new knowledge aside he finally gets the courage to ask a question. "What did you mean by I smelt good?" He eyes the vampire cautiously. The blonde doesn't seem bothered by the look, leaning back on the couch with his arm resting over the back. Completely at ease. "Some blood just tastes better than others and you..." he shoots Eddie a grin as he looks the metalhead up and down "smell delicious." If he was trying to unnerve the human then it's working.

"Billy quit freaking him out" (Y/N) scolds, shooting him a sharp glare. "So you're not going to bite me?" Eddie asks tentatively. "No, unless you're offering?" He grins and Eddie leans further into the armrest, eyes wide and freaked out only for Billy to throw his head back and cackle at his reaction. He gets scolded by (Y/N) once more, the jock lobbing a pillow at the vampire's head for good measure.

The room settles down after that with (Y/N) managing to convince Steve into finishing most of his toastie. Billy's eyes stay glued to the duo under an almost protective gaze, that is till he feels eyes boring into the side of his own head. "Can I help you?" He asks, turning his head to face Eddie and smirking when the metalhead jumps. "Sorry, you just don't look as vampiric as I would've expected" he rushes out.

The blonde grins, making a show of running his tongue along the large fangs that hadn't been there before. "Sorry I'm not as ghoulish as you'd hoped for" to which Eddie sputters. "Billy don't taunt him, he's not used to you yet" (Y/N) cuts in and to Eddie's suprise Billy backs off. He moves over to the other two humans, taking Steve into his arms. He holds the former king bridal style as he lets (Y/N) know he'll take the teen to bed.

Billy heads upstairs, holding Steve close to his chest as he climbs them. "Should we really leave Steve alone with him?" He asks once the blonde is out of sight. "Billy isn't going to hurt him, they're friends...of sorts" (Y/N) reasures.

"How long has he been feeding on you?" Eddie asks after a moment. "About ten months ish" he explains "a couple of months, about mine I think" he shrugs sitting back with a soft smile as Eddie moves to sit beside him "any other questions?"

[gttinyprincess]

I'm curious

If I wrote a follow up to the Billy x reader ft Steve oneshot would you guys be interested in reading it?

My idea is that Billy shows up to the readers house, they've made a schedule for feeding at this point after Steve points out how impractical their spontaneous ones are. He's greeted by Steve at the door which confuses him a little but once he sees the reader bundled up on th sofa looking like hell it clicks. The reader is apologetic and feels bad that they have to skip feeding that day but Billy is just concerned with helping them recover. However Billy still needs to feed and they all know this, so Steve volunteers himself. Gay blood sucking ensues....👀👉👈

Should I write this?

[gttinyprincess]

A sight for tearful eyes

This was supposed to be up sooner but I got pretty busy, but here I am.

Vampire!Eddie x hunter!Steve

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He never thought it would end like this.

He knew it would be violent and bloody, that's just how it goes.

But betrayal was something he'd never considered.

He struggles under the crushing weight pinning his waist, cold wet concrete pressing into his lower back where his black long sleeve had rolled up amidst the fight.

Steve pushes against the creature's shoulders, wincing when those gleaming fanged teeth snap inches from his neck. The stake he'd brought with him on patrol lay useless in a puddle a few feet from the fight, snapped into two and disregarded by the beast.

Steve was good at his job, usually a single stake was all he needed. He was efficient; track the vampire, stake the vampire, burn the body. But he had been blindsided.

This wasn't his usual quarry.

"STOP!" He commands but the vampire just snarls in turn, digging its claws into his chest. He cries out losing his grip on the beast as he throws his head back in pain. The monster takes the opening without hesitation.

Steve yells as the vampire sinks its fangs deep into his shoulder, burying its massive head of curls into the crook of the hunter's neck.

Curls that Steve had once ran his fingers through as he complained about the knots. Curls that Steve had watched bob to the car stereo. Curls that Steve had tugged on as he emphasised how easy they were to grab in a fight.

Curls that Steve had thought he'd never see again.

And yet here they were, tickling against the underside of his jaw.

But that couldn't be because he had mourned them, he had accepted that they were gone.

He couldn't be back.

Couldn't be alive.

Or well...half alive.

So when Steve had seen him standing there in that disused warehouse doorway, he froze, cause Eddie munson went missing in action four months ago. When they swept the location he had been sent to clear that day, they had found the room smeared with blood and reeking of death.

He wasn't dumb.

He knew his friend was dead, and yet, for a moment he let hope bloom in his chest. He allowed himself to believe the man had pulled off a miracle, that he was going to be reunited with his buddy.

And then Eddie charged and Steve's heart plummeted.

He had been given the ultimate punishment for a hunter. Whoever had killed Eddie and painted the house with his inside had cursed him to live the same monstrous life as those he took.

Those sparkling wide brown eyes he'd once known were now a feral violent crimson.

"Eddie!" He chokes shoving at his chest as the vampire bites down harder, the sounds of slurping and swallowing fill his ears as Eddie sucks down every drop of blood he can get his greedy little mouth on.

It's hopeless, Steve is completely trapped beneath his former friend and there's nothing he can do but accept his fate as the world begins to blur with tears that fill his eyes.

Coming to terms with the truth that this would be his final resting place the young hunter reaches up to grasp at the back of his attacker's tattered shirt, but rather than trying to push him off this time he pulls the body down. Hugging Eddie's body to his own as he buries his face into his friend's shoulder.

If he was going to die at least it would be in the arms of someone he cared for.

"I'm sorry it came to this" his voice shakes as the world begins to fade.

Warm.

Too warm, Jesus christ.

Raising his head a little Steve peers at the multiple blankets piled on his sleepy form, none of them he can recall owning. Steve winces at the burning tension that comes with stretching his neck. "Oh fuck" his voice is weak and scratchy as he drops back onto the pillow below his head. From what he can see he's in a living room he doesn't recognise, laid out on a comfy fabric couch he's never seen before.

"Sorry, I tried to make it as comfy as I could" Steve jumps when a voice from somewhere out of his view pipes up. He goes to push himself up onto his elbows, hissing at that throbbing in his neck, but a hand to his chest forces him back down into the cushions. "Not yet Stevie, you're still sore" his heart catches in his throat.

"It's been awhile I heard that nickname" he swallows dryly, keeping his eyes fixed on the dark curtains draped on the wall across from him. The hand on his chest remains warm and weighty. Not a figment of his imagination. "It feels like forever since I said it '' the voice replies with a dry chuckle. "Four months” he clarifies. The voice hums in question and Steve grits his teeth "you were gone for four months" he says stiffly. The hand on his chest lifts, disappearing out of his view, leaving the skin it had laid on feeling oddly cold in its absence. "You left a room covered in your blood and no trace as to where you disappeared to" his hands grip the blanket till his knuckles begin turning white.

A sigh.

They're both silent for a long drawn out moment but soon rustling reaches his ears as the presence in the room shuffles into view and there he is, looking just the same as the day he had vanished. Eddie looks sheepish at the end of the couch as he moves to sit on the arm. "I couldn't come back, you know that" he hates how sad those wide eyes are as they stare at him, lit only by a dim lamp shoved somewhere in a corner far out of view. "I could've helped, I wouldn't hurt you!" He argues desperately as he sits up. "But I would have hurt you, I damn well nearly killed you today!" Eddie snaps back and Steve recoils in shock at his sudden change in temperament.

He watches Eddie press the palms of his hands into his eyes, gritting his teeth as he fights to compose himself. "I'm sorry" he breathes, dropping his hands onto his lap as he stares off to the side "it was bad Steve..." his voice is different now, void of emotion as he stares at the carpet with dull eyes "the hunger...I never imagined I could..." Eddie slaps a hand over his mouth, breathing shakily into the skin of his palm.

Red rimmed brown eyes finally find their way back to him and he can feel his heart break, seeing the tears that collect in the corners of them. "I wanted to come find you but..." a broken sob is swallowed up by the skin pressed to his lips "I didn't think I'd be able to resist" a single tear breaks from his lash line, making it's way down Eddie's flushed cheeks and Steve finally feels able to move.

Tossing the blankets over the back of the couch, he crawls across the cushions to pull the broken vampire into his arms and just like that Eddie collapses against him, hands scrambling to grip at his back and hold him tight in return. "I missed you so fucking much" he sobs into Steve's chest and suddenly Steve's eyes are burning with tears too "I missed you too" he presses his face into the top of Eddie's head, into those soft brown curls he'd missed so much. "I'm so glad your alive" he mumbles "I wouldn't call it alive" Eddie hiccups a laugh as he removes his face from the shirt now dampened with his tears, it takes a lot to look Steve in the eyes but oh how he'd missed their almond hue. "Either way" Steve mumbles, moving his hands to cup the man's cheeks now that he's seated and stable on his lap "I'm just glad you're here" he swipes his thumb across his skin, catching the runaway tear.

Eddie swallows, feeling calmer under Steve's soft inviting gaze, he allows his eyes to wander to the man's lips for a second before returning them to his eyes. "So am I" he swipes his tongue across his lips in a nervous manner Steve recognises and can't help but smile at the memories it dredges up from the depths of his mind. He leans forwards and their noses brush each other "you haven't gotten all shy on me again, have you munson?"Eddie breathes a laugh against Steve's lips "maybe just a little."

Their lips touch and Steve feels like a giddy teen again. Sitting on his bed back at the training center, the two of them huddled close under the dim light of his bedside lamp. Eddie's hands on his waist, his own holding the other boy's shoulders. A single peck of the lips quickly morphing into something more, sweet and shy but full of so many words they're yet to speak aloud.

This kiss feels so similar their lips brushing in a chaste kiss at first, breaking apart for a moment to share a laugh of disbelief at their shared predicament before diving back in with a longing fervour. Eddie squeezes his eyes shut, bunching the fabric of Steve's shirt in his hands as if to keep himself grounded in the moment, to remind himself that this isn't just another hunger induced fever dream. This is real, Steve is here and still wants him, despite his new monstrous nature.

When they finally break the kiss they're silent, only their heavy breaths filling the room. Steve keeps his eyes closed, savouring the moment. Eddie is alive and safe. The weight in his lap shifts as Eddie leans forwards to rest his forehead against Steve's. "What do we do now?" The vampire mumbles as he presses a drawn out kiss to the man's cheek. Steve moves to capture his lips once again though this time the kiss is short but he hopes Eddie can feel the determination in it as he breaks away to speak.

"We'll figure it out. Whatever comes our way, we'll get through it together."

[gttinyprincess]

Already working on another Eddie munson oneshot. The stranger things brainrot is REAL😂

[gttinyprincess]

would you guys be interested in a 4th part to Willing?

yes

no

Voting ended onAug 10, 2023

I have some ideas for atleast maybe two more chapters...