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wroteclassicaly · 1 year

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Warnings: Slight language, smut, thigh riding, touching, NSFW, and fluff!

A/N: Brief blurb that is based on tonight’s mood! I love y’all! ❤️💘

You’d become accustomed to feeling bad as the start of the week approached. It meant less sleep, more time at work, no free hours for working on the house or catching up with your friends. And most importantly, it meant that seeing Eddie wouldn’t be as frequent as those Saturday mornings you spent with him, forgetting the entire world existed and only he remained with you. This week’s promise, however, overwhelms you and you leave that part out as you kiss your boyfriend goodnight and flip over, tugging the sheets until they rest over your cheek. The wind outside picks some fall leaves into its breeze, bringing them into slight whips against the window beside your shared bed.

With the lights off and the trailer quiet, you do nothing but stare at the Corroded Coffin logo in your sights, tears gathering over your sclera, ultimately blurring it. You’re disappointed with yourself, knowing you’ll be barely conscious during your shift tomorrow if you don’t get some sleep, but you can’t fathom it. Everything weighs you down into the bed, making you shift in discomfort, restless and agitated.

“Sweetheart, why are you still awake?” Eddie’s rasp is slightly slumbering, on the cusp of a full blown sleep. You’re brimmed with guilt, furthering it by attempting to lie.

“M’ fine, baby. Just go to sleep, okay?”

You berate yourself for the crack in your voice that Eddie immediately picks up on. He reaches to you and grips your side, pinching the fabric of your t-shirt between his fingers, and he tugs on you, rolling you onto your side and scooping you into his chest. Even through the darkness that’s blanketing the bedroom, you can still see his chocolate eyes wide with concern. He’s patient, calloused thumb brushing along your jawline. There’s simply silence for a few moments, a comfortable one that’s all you and Eddie.

“I’m overwhelmed. I don’t want to deal with this week. It’s shit already.” You give him.

“And you neglected to tell me this before you got yourself worked up, princess?”

“Eddie,” you sigh. “I’m not worked up (total lie), this is just me being frustrated.”

“So being completely ‘overwhelmed’ isn’t a big deal? I call total and utter bullshit.” His tone isn’t tense, just bordering on that stern fondness he carries when you fib to him—albeit—small.

“Eddie, please…” Fuck, you did not mean to let that sniffling whimper slip.

“Shit,” he’s more prone to finding your skin and touching you, bringing you impossibly closer as he speaks. “Baby, are you crying?”

He fumbles behind him for the bedside table lamp, switching it on. His curls are frizzy from his pillow, his chain the singular piece of jewelry he’s wearing to bed tonight, laying across his inked chest. The sheets pool around his boxer clad waist as he settles with his back to the headboard, doe eyed and reaching for you. “Come here, talk to me.”

You nearly climb into his lap, folding your body into his slender frame and letting your emotions run through your system. Eddie rubs your back through it, pressing kisses across the expanse of your head.

“Don’t wanna be away from you so much. I can’t fucking stand it.” You’re choking on the words, cheekbones raw with the salty moisture.

Eddie rears back a bit, wiping away your tears with a look of finality. He’s apparently formulating an idea, one that is fed off your body language. You’re unbelievably clingy, touching his tattoos, tracing their glossy lines with your fingertips, flicking his pick chain. Your breathing has begun to accelerate, both from the nerves and the need. Eddie finds your mouth and captures it with a sloppily executed kiss.

He digs his palms into the meat of your thighs, dragging you into a straddle over his hairy leg. Pushing you down into a sitting position on his thigh, he uses his leg muscles to give a slight roll. You whine and take his offered hands, fingers lacing together. “Eds.”

“I know, sweetheart. Take what you need tonight, yeah?”

Eddie isn’t surprised to find your panties have dampened when he presses his pointer finger into the fabric, dragging the seam across your cunt. “Look at you. So needy and perfect for me. Let’s get these out of the way so we can take care of you.”

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Your entire nightly ensemble ended up on the floor, Eddie’s hands using your tits as guiding leverage as he helped move your soaking wet pussy across his thigh. His skin is completely soaked in your shine, your clit sticky against him. He wants his mouth on you, his tongue in you. But for now, this is all about you. He whispers praises that caress the shell of your ear, making your nipples harden against his hands from the stimulation his hot breath brings.

“That’s my sweet and good girl. You like rubbing your little pussy all over my thigh? Making a real mess of me?”

You nod, edging closer to your orgasm, those tears finding you again—this time in the best of ways. Eddie beckons you, one hand filtering underneath your chin. “That’s it. I’ve got you, you’re gonna be okay. Don’t rush yourself. Take me nice and easy.”

He nudges your nose with his own, his free hand stroking your cheek, pressing your lips into his, breaking away seconds later for you to breathe through the tightening in your abdomen. “Eddie…” You’re warning him, shy, vulnerable, geared to go.

He nips at your earlobe and releases. “S’ okay, I want you to. Cum on me, sweetheart.”

Eddie dips his hand between your thighs, parting your labia and gliding his thumb pad alongside your clit, helping you. Whether it’s the vulnerability of tonight, or the position, you come harder than you have in a while, vision whiting out and legs closing around his thigh and hand. He works his wrist to help you ride out the wave, his other hand leaving your breast and cupping the back of your neck, pushing your forehead against his. He watches you as you watch him, spit-slick lips barely touching by the time you calm down, collapsing into your senses and into your partner. He’s extremely hard beneath you, automatically brushing off your advances to help him after you catch your breath.

“This wasn’t about me. I was taking care of you, you got that?” He taps your temple, smiling thay Eddie-soft grin.

“I love you.” You seek his plush mouth out once more, kissing each corner, leaving your worries behind and pouring out all of your affection.

Breaking away, Eddie pecks your nose. “Talk to me next time something—anything—is wrong. Or there will be lots of talking coming from me, and in the lecturing variety.”

“Eddie Munson, I could listen to you talk for hours.”

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greenpidge101 · 1 year

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This is an expansion on my post about how Bill can dance for hours straight. I wanted to touch on the other losers a little more :)

Ben, Mike and Stan are the Babysitters, they have been taking care of the others since they were teens stealing alcohol to be rebellious.

Ben is the only one who doesn't drink at all, 100% sober. He struggled with alcohol in the past and he’s ashamed of what happened after Mike called him. (Sometimes he can still feel those lemons) the losers are super understanding and help him get sober. Ben doesn’t mind being the DD, as long as his friends are safe he’s good.

Mike usually has one or two drinks at the beginning so that he’s fine by the end of the night. Mike is definitely a heavyweight so the two drinks don’t do anything anyways. He will go dance or do karaoke and cheer on Richie and Patty when they go head to head. The man is high on life.

Stanley is a wine mom. He nurses one glass of wine the whole night and is content. He has to anyway because of Patty. I like to think that one year of college Stanley got so drunk at a party that Patty had to peel him off the floor. Stanley then vowed never to drink like that again. He’ll never admit it but he enjoys being a babysitter. He has so much blackmail on all of the losers.

Eddie is the resident lightweight, that man has one fruity drink and he is gone. He’s also clingy af, you’ll find him hanging off of Richie, sitting in Mike's lap or cuddling with Bev. By the end of the night he is out like a light. The losers have found him in the weirdest sleeping positions. (Their favorite was when they found him on top of a haystack on Mike's farm)

Beverly isn’t necessarily a lightweight but she isn’t a heavyweight either. She likes to think that she’s at Richie, Patty and Bill’s level but deep down she knows she’s not. Bev is the type of person to start random fights when she’s drunk and is all over the place.( think Leslie Knope in snake juice) by the end of the night she is either having to be calmed down by Ben or sleeping.

I’ll add a little more for Bill. (I thought what @reluctant-fandom-participant commented about Bill not even being hungover the next day made me giggle so i'll add that). The man is truly an enigma. He can do multiple shots of hard liquor, dance for several hours and feel great the next morning. Bill is also oddly confident. He’ll flirt with all the loser’s especially Mike, who he forgets is his partner. The Losers don't know how he does it and frankly Bill doesn't know either. He helps take care of the hungover losers with Ben, Mike and Stan the next day.

moving on to our party animals

Richie and Patty are crazy. They're the type of people who know their limits and actively try to push past them. You'll find them at the bar challenging each other on how many shots they can take or on the dance floor having a full blown dance battle. Neither win, of course, because they both equally suck. They always get blackout drunk and end the night glued to the toilet. The next morning they'll wake up on the floor of one of the loser’s bathrooms, not knowing how they got there with the worst hangover. But that doesn't stop them from going out again the next night.

part one

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gttinyprincess · 9 months

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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?"

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buckactuallys · 3 years

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For sleepover weekend perhaps:

Would you be willing to expand on clingy!Eddie?

@ace-diaz asked: Pia, please, go on about clingy Eddie, I live for that man being a huge softie when no one is looking.

you both asked, and i shall deliver:

so we all know eddie's had some trouble expressing his feelings and though he's working on that (and getting a lot better!), it's still hard for him to show affection sometimes - unless it's chris of course, he's never had a problem with that. he and shannon weren't super affectionate with each other. they kissed, they had sex, eddie put his arm around her shoulder, and eddie always thought that was it, that's how normal couples were with each other. but it's different with buck, because buck has always been affectionate, but once he stops holding back, he just touches eddie all the time, shoulders bumping, hands brushing, long warm hugs, holding hands, so much cuddling, kisses to any part of eddie he can reach, whether it's in bed or when he's just walking by in the kitchen. and it gives eddie something he didn't know he could have, but now that he knows he can, he's insatiable: in the mornings, he puts his head on buck's chest and holds tight until buck has to push him away so they can get to work on time. in the car, he holds buck's hand over the middle console and when buck has to pull his hand free to shift gears or use both hands to steer, he puts his hand on buck's thigh instead. when buck's cooking, eddie will come up behind him and wrap his arms around his middle, chin on buck's shoulder when he's feeling good, or pressing his whole face against buck's back when he's not feeling great. he leans his head against buck's shoulder when they're standing next to each other in the bathroom brushing their teeth. he lies down and puts his head on buck's lap when they're watching tv, or reaches over the back of the couch to scratch buck's hair when chris is sitting in between them. when they've had a tough call at work, he'll pull buck into the bunk room and they'll just hold each other close for a while, forehead against forehead. he's the little spoon in bed and he'll interlace their fingers so buck can't pull away. he holds buck's hand at the park, at the grocery store, out on the street. when they're picking chris up from school, he leans against buck's chest who's leaning against the car while they're waiting. he used to think he had to be strong, the man of the family, the one who holds. but with buck, he gets to be held too, and he's not afraid to ask for it anymore :)

sleepover weekend

#oh my god i'm sorry i don't even know what this is #is this even an expansion on clingy eddie? kind of i guess 🤣#eddie is soft as hell and i will die on this hill #ask #hmslusitania #ace-diaz #thank you both!!

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Adopting a Kitten with the Adult!Losers

Warnings: slight PTSD mention from cat attacks + swearing

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Bill:

- He’d be a little hesitant about getting a cat

- Not because he doesn’t like them, just because he never had any pets growing up and he didn’t wanna do the wrong thing

- You had found the Calico kitten on the side of the road on the way home from work shaking in the rain storm, and, while he was all for helping the poor thing, he thought that you were going to take it to a shelter after a day or so

- But when you gave him puppy eyes and asked him to keep it, Bill became putty in your hands and immediately ran to the pet store to get the cat a cute lil collar and the other things she needed to live comfortably

- You named her Jupiter and she was very bouncy and energetic, something Bill could simply never get used to

- She’d jump on his desk and slide on the papers or run under his feet when he was coming downstairs for dinner

- But he loved her nonetheless

- Bill didn’t show it, but you could tell he loved whenever she’d curl up in his lap or whenever he heard her little feet running across the hall to come see him in his office

- One time, while he thought you were taking a nap, you heard him playing with her and giggling softly, talking to her in an adorable little baby voice

- He simply loved her, even as she got older and become more relaxed but more clingy

- Jupiter could be most likely found in his lap or in his arms, and it was simply the most adorable thing

Richie:

- He hates cats

- He didn’t have any animals growing up, but he was attacked by the neighborhood stray when he was around 9 or 10, and ever since then, he thought that they were demons

- Richie was walking through LA to get you guys something good for breakfast when he ended up in front of a pet store and he had the crazy urge to walk in

- As soon as he stepped in, there was a cat cage and there was a tiny white kitten with a little pink color on

- Richie didn’t know why but his heart kinda melted and he got all excited

- He pulled out his phone and snapped a picture, sending it to you accompanied by a text that read “please 🥺🥺”

- “Rich I thought you hated cats.” “yeah but this one is pretty” “fine but you better still be getting breakfast”

- He adopted the cat, getting everything she needed and literally going overboard

- After picking up some pancakes at the old diner in the city, he walked back with bags filled with things for her in one hand, your breakfast in the other, and then her sleeping in his shirt pocket

- Richie walked in with a smile on his face and you cooed at the little kitten softly, begging him to name her Marie, like the cat from Aristocats

- “Baby I don’t care as long as she can sit at the table when we eat” “Richie cats sit at the table their food bowl belong on the floor” “No she’s a princess and she should be treated as such”

- And to think that just hours before, Richie refused to let a cat step foot in the house

Eddie:

- When you guys moved into your first house together, he was adamant on no animals

- He grew up believing that he was allergic, despite how many times he went to a friend’s house with a dog or a couple cats and nothing happened

- But one day, as you were exploring the little town you guys moved into, you stumbled upon a pet store and begged him to go in

- Eddie was reluctant but when he saw how excited you got when you saw the little kittens in the cage by the window, he gave in

- “Eddie, they’re so tiny” you reached your hand in and started playing with a solid grey one, the sunlight bouncing off its fur and reflecting a silvery light

- You asked to pick it up out of the cage and when the worker handed it to you, she told you his name was Mushroom

- “Eddie, did you hear” “Yes, Baby, I heard. Mushroom” Eddie had is arms crossed over his chest but when the cat snuggled into your chest his heart melted a little at the face you gave him

- “Ed-“ “What does a cat need”

- You smiled wide and told him the basics: food, bowls, litter box, litter, and you even convinced him to get a couple of quiet toys

- He wanted to get a collar for him, but he decided that he would be a strictly indoor cat and there would be no need

- On the walk home, Mushroom stayed in your arms as you talked to him softly, getting back a few meows in response

- Eddie just smiled and wrapped his hand around your waist, holding everything else in his free hand

Stanley:

- As soon as you guys moved in together after college, he wanted an animal. He was able to work from home with his accounting job, and you couldn’t, so he was always very lonely

- Stanley is a whiner. He whined about you leaving for work every morning or when you were too tired to watch a movie with him at night

- So for his birthday, you decided you were going to get him a lil friend

- You went to the shelter, asking to see all the cats cause he would not like a dog, and you saw this older cat named Margo

- She was about 4, all nice and calm, and she had a pretty black coat with piercing eyes that reminded you of Stanley’s

- You had to get her, and so you did

- You wanted to surprise Stan, obviously so you brought her home through the back door, knowing his was working in his office in the front of the house

- You waited until he had gotten up to go to the bathroom to walk out into main part of your house, letting the cat out to get accustomed

- Stanley walked back in with a glass of water and nearly dropped it when he saw the little fuzzy being sniffing around his wheelie office chair

- “No way” he had tears in his eyes as he calmly went up to the cat, scratching behind her ear “whats her name”

- “Marco” “Holy shit. Hi, Marco, I’m your dad”

- She snuggled right up into his hand causing him to start crying because of how happy he was

- “Now I won’t be lonely ever again. God, (Y/N), I love you”

Mike:

- Since you guys lived so close to the library, you were able to think about getting an animal

- You both worked the same hours together at the library, so a dog was out of the question, but Mike brought the idea of getting a cat

- It just so happened that a few days after you guys talked about it, you found a skinny kitten curled up underneath the awning of the entrance on a hot day

- You took the kitten in, and placed it on the front desk

- “Mikey, we have to keep him” “Okay, he can be our library cat”

- You never really gave him a name, just always called him “Baby”

- You guys bought him everything he needed and got him a collar, knowing that he’d probably be happier as an outdoor cat as well

- You guys attached a little cat door to the front of the library

- You also started taking donations for the local animal shelter in honor of the new kitten

- You guys also got more visitors because they all came to see your kitten

- As he got older, he’d wander a lot and would bring back friends, sometimes pregnant friends

- There were many times that you guys had to replace the pillows of the couches because there were little kittens born on them

- But, since you and Miek had no kids, “Baby” and his friends were always welcome, even if you told them no because they’d get in anyways

Ben:

- Ben always wanted a dog, but it was difficult to get one with your busy schedules

- So you ended up getting a cat from the shelter, a big 5 year old Maine Coon named Ziti

- He was big and cuddly enough for it to seem like there was a dog around the house

- But easy maintenance cause it was still a cat

- Ben would be gone for weeks at a time and you worked 8 hour days, so it was the best option and it was nice on your end to not come home to emptiness some days

- It was really strange having such a small animal in such an expansive house, but you wouldn’t trade it

- He’d lay with you and Ben during movie nights and would beg for attention with harsh, deep mewls

- Ziti would sit on Ben’s lap while he did conference calls, and it was really funny to you because he would have this stern look on his face that would just scream “I’m involved too”

- “Baby, come take Ziti” “Mr. Hanscom...you named him Ziti?” “That was his given name...(Y/N)!”

- Ziti was attached to Ben, like he was always with him and it was so sweet to watch Ben prepare dinner and have Ziti sitting on the counter next to him

Bev:

- She had always wanted a cat. It was you who was hesitant

- While you were both home for work, she still wanted another companion around that would make your small studio apartment feel a little more like home

- You felt bad for keeping an animal cooped in your apartment

- But Bev argued that cats were made for apartment life

- So you went to the shelter and adopted a ginger cat named Rocky

- He was big and tough and liked to cuddle

- He was also severely distracting because he was talkative and it annoyed you to no end

- But Bev wanted him because he would sit with her while she sewed dresses together

- He would sit with you in the couch against your laptop because he liked the heat emitted from it

- But he was very large and it was hard for you to focus because he looked so content and you just wanted to kiss him all the time

- He had that effect on you

- He was your guys’ baby and he knew it

#stanley uris x reader #richie tozier x reader #eddie kaspbrak x reader #bill denbrough x reader #beverly marsh x reader #ben hanscom x reader #mike hanlon x reader #it chapter one imagines #it chapter two imagines #masterlist

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