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Eddie didn’t know much about Robin up until recently. He only knew her as “Steve’s gay best friend”. When Dustin had told him about her he made sure to clarify that she was gay, and knowing Dustin, he probably only brought it up to try to get the two to bond. 

Even after Robin and Eddie began to talk, she wasn’t a very open person. That didn’t bother him though, he was the same way. You could probably imagine his surprise when a guy he had never seen before walked down the stairs of Robin’s home, asking where his water bottle was. Steve gave him a small wave and Robin pointed towards the kitchen, but they didn’t acknowledge him any further, leaving him even more confused.

Eddie waited for what seemed like hours for one of his friends to mention what had just happened, but neither of them even looked up from what they were doing. Curiosity got the best of him after a while of sitting in silence. “Hey, Robs? Who was that?” His voice came out quiet, feeling as if he was intruding. Robin looked up, her eyes scanning Eddie’s face as if she was waiting for him to explain himself. “Oh your mean Y/n? He’s my brother.” She smiled slightly, making a face that suggested she thought it was obvious.

As weeks passed, Y/n began to join the group more often. Robin would drag him around to their strange hangouts. Eddie and Y/n began to grow closer, quickly becoming friends. They even started talking outside of their little friend group. They would talk on the phone for hours at night, learning quite a bit about each other. They both tended to prefer being up in the night, they both had a passion for music, all sorts of other things were discovered during their conversations. 

As weeks turned into months, no one missed the way the two boys looked at each other. No one missed the way their hands lingered just a bit too long after simple exchanges. No one missed the nervous tension in the air whenever the two were close together. No one missed the overly affectionate nature of the friendship. No one except for Eddie and Y/n. 

Y/n would have been lying if he said he didn’t have a bit of a thing for Eddie. He decided that he wouldn’t tell anyone about his stupid little crush. This wasn’t elementary school, after all. He wasn’t sitting in the cafeteria giggling with his friends about some boy he saw on the playground. Plus, Eddie wasn’t gay. Or that’s what he thought. 

Similarly, Eddie was developing feelings for his friend. He was devastated. Y/n was his friend’s brother, and to his knowledge, he was straight. After a while of consideration, Eddie decided this was a secret that would never see the light of day. Why would he take the chance of ruining two friendships? Robin and Y/n? No way.

The two boy’s continued to dance around each other like ballerinas who were awful at critical thinking. Everyone and their mother knew that the two were practically in love. Robin and Steve were getting sick of the bullshit. Even Dustin had started getting sick of it, normally he would have been all for watching his friends suffer, but at this point they were hopeless.

Plan get it through their thick ass sculls was officially a go. Y/n and Dustin sat on the couch, Steve was setting up a movie, Robin was grabbing the snacks, and Eddie was late. The door slammed open not long after Robin returned. An out of breath Eddie stood in the doorway, a hoodie taking the place of his usual hellfire shirt, leather jacket, and vest. His ripped jeans had been replaced by some old pajama pants with patches sewn here and there.

Movie night was a ritual for the friend group. Eddie sits on the end of the couch, Dustin sits next to Eddie, usually laying his legs over Steve who sits on his other side. Y/n sits next to Steve, upside down for some reason. He swears it’s more comfortable, but that makes no sense to anyone else. And lastly Robin sits on the other end of the couch, next to Y/n.

Once everything was set up, shit started going down. Dustin sat in Y/n’s seat, thoroughly pissing him off. As the two bickered, Steve and Robin took their normal seats. After Eddie was done raiding the kitchen for soda, he came back to see the seating chart messed up, and a pouty Y/n sitting just as strangely as always, but this time, he was next to the only open spot, Eddie’s seat. 

After everyone was settled down, it was oddly quiet. Y/n didn’t make his usual sarcastic remarks about the movie or start talking out of his ass because he was half asleep, and Eddie wasn’t rambling about random spoilers. Instead, the two were trying their very hardest to keep as far away from each other as the seating arrangement would allow. Both could feel the heat rise to their cheeks at the close proximity. 

“Damn it! How oblivious can someone possibly be?” Robin’s outburst came seemingly out of nowhere. “You two practically drool over each other all the time. Get the memo! You like each other. Just get together already.” Robin was laughing by the end of her rant as she noticed the mortified look that fell on both of the boys faces.

“Huh?”

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So this took a while to write-

Y/n, no one knew much about him. A quiet boy who was alone the majority of the time. That’s how most people would describe him if asked. The boy would often be seen with headphones on, drawing or reading, with a far off look in his eyes. If you were able to get close enough without spooking him, you might hear quiet metal music playing from his headphones. 

Eddie “the freak” Munson, everyone knew too much and too little about him at the same time. He was the exact opposite of Y/n, loud and outgoing, and usually found with at least two different members of the “Hellfire Club”. Most people in Hawkins believed him to be a satanic cult leader, but really he was just a big cuddly dork who liked to play a fantasy game. 

Why would these two even be grouped together? No one could confidently answer that question. However if you asked them the one thing that angered the seemingly laid back “freak” beyond belief, they would all say the same thing. “Messing with Yn.”

If anyone so much as looked at the boy wrong, Eddie would be on their ass. They wouldn’t hear the end of it until they apologized and promised to never even think about him again. A strange reaction from the metal head to be sure, since they were rarely seen together. 

The key word being “rarely”. Whenever Y/n wasn’t alone, Eddie could be seen following him like a lost puppy. Talking his ear off about the music playing from the boy’s headphones, asking about the pins on his jacket, complimenting his new drawings, telling him about how the book he was reading ended, even before the poor boy had finished the story. Trying practically anything he could to get Y/n to talk.

After weeks of persistence, Y/n eventually gave in, pulling off his headset and resting it around his neck before starting small talk with Eddie. Every day following, Y/n was hardly seen alone. Anyone who saw him would see the dark curls of Eddie Munson bouncing as he walked closely behind. And before long, Eddie was dragging Y/n into his club. 

The quiet boy would be seen wearing his Hellfire shirt still avoiding people as always, little had changed except he now had to actively avoid talking to the small group of people that the freak had dragged him into. 

It wasn’t long before rumors began to spread about Y/n. He was the newest freak, and thus the newest target of Jason and his goons. Luckily that was shut down just as quickly as it had started up. When he showed up to school with a busted lip and a cut on his face, Eddie wasted no time finding Jason and discussing the issue. 

Being involved in all of the shit going down in Hawkins was extremely dangerous. Everyone was very well aware of that, but for Y/n L/n, being in danger was the least of his concerns. Protecting the ones he loves is far more important. And thanks to the boy’s outlook on the situation, Dustin Henderson was running and screaming trying to catch the attention of the two older boys walking ahead of him, Robin and Nancy not far behind him. 

Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson, Y/n’s boyfriends, turned around to look at the three running toward them. Three. Before they could even begin to think about what was going on the youngest boy was spewing a bunch of nonsense, faster than they thought possible. “Slow down, Henderson.” Eddie was the first to speak up. “Yeah, we can’t understand you if you’re panicking, kiddo.” Before Steve could ask the boy what was wrong, he said three words that made both him and his boyfriend’s blood run cold. “We lost Y/n.”

Meanwhile Y/n was alone and afraid. He had a pocket knife in his hand, and his walkman playing his favorite song on repeat in case something were to go wrong. He found his way into the hellish version of Hawkins High-school, hoping he would be safer there. His theory was proven wrong however, when he heard the god-awful sound of the cursed clock over the sound of music playing in his ears.

Before he could even begin to walk faster, he felt something yank the headphones off of his head, and as he turned around to see what was causing the commotion, he saw the one thing he had been hoping he wouldn’t. Vecna stood right behind him. He saw his Walkman fly into the wall, breaking with the impact, and right as he began to run for it, he heard that horrific voice. “Leaving so soon Y/n? But we’re going to have so much fun together.” 

Y/n knew he needed to run, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t move, he was frozen in place. Vecna was approaching, and he was doing so hastily. No matter how badly he wanted to turn and run, Y/n was stuck in place, and before he knew it, that thing was standing in-front of him.

“You know who I am.”  Before the boy could answer those talons were touching his face again, and a flash of images came rushing in. The man in the lab. With the charming smile and blonde hair. 

That was one of the many things you loved about him. Even after he finally stopped hanging out with those shit-heads, he kept his promise. Even now, way after the fact. You were still best friends, still just as close, you still did everything together, and he was still only slightly an asshole. You may even be closer than before. 

Over the past few months you had been noticing differences in Steve. He was far more easy to fluster, even bringing up his dating life, or asking if he had a crush on anyone, he would go beet-red. You chalked it up to him having another stupid little crush on one of Hawkins’ popular girls. He would most likely end up asking her out, they’d go on a few dates, and then he’d dump her, or the other way around. Classic Steve Harrington.

You continued to ignore it. You ignored the fact that he started to take better care of his appearance. Spending extra time on his hair, switching out his cheap cologne, dressing nicer. All of it was simply explained in your mind. He has a new crush, that’s all. And to be fair, you weren’t completely wrong, you were just extremely oblivious.

Your logic continued to fail you. Ignoring the fact that your nightly calls would last longer, ignoring the way he looked at you so lovingly when you were doing even the simplest of tasks, ignoring the way he would admire you when you were singing to your favorite song, ignoring the blush that would grace his face when your hands touched, ignoring the glare he would give anyone who took your attention away from him, ignoring the lovesick look in his eyes when you would laugh, ignoring the way his casual flirting became more frequent. You ignored all the signs. That was until months passed and the behavior continued, but no new girlfriend made an appearance.

You thought about it a lot. For weeks on end you would lay in bed at night, wondering why the actual hell your best friend was acting this way. Did he like you? No, he would have told you by now if he was gay. Right? Maybe not. People in this town weren’t so friendly to anyone who was different. The same two questions played themselves in your head for weeks. It was like a broken record “Is Steve Harrington gay? Does he like me?” It was driving you insane.

As you walked into work alongside Robin, knowing Steve had called out sick, and you were in the clear you began to rant to her. Telling her everything you had been noticing and everything you’ve been thinking about. “I don’t know Robs, I’m just confused. There was not a single doubt in my mind that he was as straight as a damn ruler until now. I love him a lot and I’ve refused to tell him for years, but now he’s acting all weird. Kinda like Will acts around Mike, and if that’s not gay, I don’t know what is.” 

Robin cackled at the comment you made about Will, before looking at you with a smirk on her face. There it was. That damn smirk that you hated so much. She knew something that you didn’t, and you hated it. “Y/n, you’re just now noticing this bullshit? He’s been like this for months. I swear that stupid head of his is gonna explode if he try’s any harder to drop hints at you. Have you seen the way he looks at you? He’s absolutely in love with your oblivious ass.”

For the rest of the day you couldn’t stop thinking about what she said. Visualizing the way he looked at you. You couldn’t get it out of your head. Even after the family video was closed and you were taking care of your closing duties. You walked home, usually you would ride with Steve, and he would look at you with those stupid adorable eyes while you sang along quietly to whatever was playing on the radio.

The next day, after some well deserved sleep, you were sat in the passenger seat of Steve’s car as he drove the two of you to work you refused to look at him, your eyes set on whatever was outside the window. Not long after the two of you were walking into work, fashionably late, per usual. You greeted Robin as Steve held the door for you. “You know, Steve, you really should call out more, Y/n’s actually here on time when you aren’t the one driving him.” You lightly laughed at the snarky comment, while Steve just mumbled out a quiet “Good morning to you too, Robin.”

The day went by quickly, not many people came in, and most of the day was spent playing games and talking with Robs and Stevie. A few ours later it was dark, and you watched as Robin walked out. You and Steve were working closing this week. As you walked around doing normal closing stuff, you decided now was a good time to ask Steve about what was going on. You looked at him as he was sorting tapes behind the counter, walking up to sit on counter next to him. 

You sat there questioning wether or not you should bring it up, but after a few minutes of thinking, you decided just to be out with it. You tapped on the counter, a quiet “Hey Stevie?” slipped from between your lips as you attempted to grab the boy’s attention. “Yeah, Y/n/n?” was the only response you got. He didn’t even look up from the tapes. “Do you like me?” You watched as his face went red and he looked up, stuttering a bit. “Yeah. Yeah I do. And while the topic’s at hand, I might as well tell you I’m gay.” The response shocked you, but also didn’t. How that was possible? You hadn’t the slightest of ideas.

The car ride was quiet, but in a comfortable way. Steve rested a hand on your knee while he drove toward you house. He tapped his fingers against the steering wheel to the rhythm of the song on the radio. Soon you were pulling up to your house, and you didn’t know wether to be upset or relieved. As you went to step out of the car, you stopped as you heard Steve’s gentle voice. “Hey, Y/n/n? I love you.” Those few words were enough to put a stupid grin on your face. “I love you too wonder boy.” And with that you walked into your house and watched from the window as Steve drove away.

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thank you so much for your requests! I decided to write this from a different point of view, I hope you don’t mind! I’ve also decided to break it up into a couple parts because it was getting a bit long, and I’m quite tired and don’t want the quality to disappoint! I hope you enjoy! :)

The mind truly is a strange thing. One moment happiness and contentment flow throughout, an empty unending abyss the next, and a disastrous storm of self hatred following. Y/n had felt perfectly fine while playing video games with his four mutant friends, but the second they left the lair to help April with something, everything went quiet. 

He wandered around, looking at Donnie’s new contraptions, admiring Mikey’s most recent art projects, listening to the quiet music from the game Leo forgot to pause, and finally finding one of Raph’s hoodies. He slipped the baggy red clothing over his shoulders, immediately noticing how warm he felt. “Guess I didn’t notice how cold it was down here.”

When he finally decided to sit down, his brain began to fill with thoughts again. They began pretty normal. Things such as “I wonder if the boys are gonna be back soon” and “Maybe I should watch that one TV show Mikey keeps telling me about.” 

Slowly but surely the thoughts shifted, turning into a swarm of word’s the boy wanted nothing to do with. 

“Maybe I’m not a real boy.”

“Do my friends even see me as a boy?”

“Am I strong enough to be a boy?”

“I don’t look like any of the other boys.”

“Do I really need to follow those dumb binding rules? Who’s stopping me from wearing it all the time?”

“Am I even a boy at all? No one treats me like one...”

So deep and lost in thought, the boy failed to notice he had began crying. He didn’t realize that the boys had returned either. He didn’t even hear Raph as he ran toward him asking what was wrong and if he was okay. He only noticed the others presence as he was lifted up, seemingly being carried somewhere.

As he heard the gentle words his best friend began to whisper, he finally came back to reality. He was wrapped up in a blanket, Raph holding him in his lap, gently petting his head.

“It’s okay sweet boy, everything’s going to be alright. Don’t let those thoughts get to you.”

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You and Steve held onto each other for dear life as the metalhead drove you around. He was such an awful driver. You would bust out laughing together every time he would slam on the breaks, knowing it was probably because of an animal. He hated to admit it, but Eddie was a softy at heart, and the thought of running over an animal crushed him. Every time he saw something that even remotely resembled an animal, it would cause him to slam on the breaks. One time he saw a leaf and thought it was a squirrel. 

After the awful drive there, you and Steve stumbled out of the back. It felt like you had sea legs as you made contact with the ground outside of Eddie’s trailer. Speaking of Eddie, he was quick to hop out of the driver’s seat and sling his arms over the two of you, dragging you both inside. 

It wasn’t long before the three of you were sitting on the couch, Eddie complaining that you two always hog the blankets, Steve refusing to hold himself up, and instead opting to use you and Eddie as pillows, and you skimming through the movie selection. The two other boys were indecisive, and you were too, but they new you would eventually pick something. After a while of setting different tapes aside, you decided on some random horror movie you had never seen.

As you got up to put the tape in, Eddie was laughing at Steve who hit his head because you moved, causing him to fall, and Steve was whining at your choice of film. He always insisted he hated horror movies, but in reality you all knew he just hated being scared in front of the two of you. He didn’t like being vulnerable like that. After the film was in, you plopped back onto the couch.

Steve was quick to fall back against you, while Eddie got up to sit behind you, forming some sort of weird boyfriend sandwich with a piece of lopsided bread. 

“Steve, sit up!”

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We’re pack buddies! Woohoo!

Sorry this took so long, anon! I really hope you enjoy it even though it’s so short :p <3

In your eyes, there was no better feeling than this. It was snowing in Hawkins and Gareth had come over to your home in search of warmth. It was around three in the morning when the boy climbed through your window, his plaid pajama pants and hoodie still adorning his tired frame. It wasn’t long before he was laying on top of you, his face snuggled into your chest. His soft breathing slowly evened out as you ran you hands through his hair. 

As you held onto the sleeping drummer, you couldn’t help but begin to fall asleep. Just as your eyelids began to droop and you began to retreat into a peaceful sleep, a muffled voice spoke up. “Gar? Are you awake prince?” You awaited an answer, but Gareth only cuddled closer to you. Brushing it off as your ears playing tricks on you, you began to fall asleep once more. As your eyes closed, you heard Gareth’s sleepy voice again, but this time, you could make out what he was saying. “Please don’t leave me, Y/n. I love you.” Even as his voice trailed off, your eyes went wide. He had never said that to you.

It didn’t matter to you that he was asleep, he had said it. You were quick to pull him impossibly closer you you. You finally began to drift off, this time Gareth’s mumbling not disturbing you. He continued to chatter. Almost all of the sentences he spoke made absolutely no sense. You sleepily chuckled as he said something along the lines of “Rotisserie chickens are birthed from trees.” After a few more minutes of Gareth’s nonsensical sleep talking, you fell asleep. 

You knew one thing though, and it was that you weren’t going to let him live this down come morning. He was quite the chatty one, wasn’t he? 

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Sorry this is so short, this idea popped into my head and I thought it was adorable, so I wanted to get it out as soon as possible! I don’t think I actually used any pronouns in this one, so I believe this is my first gender neutral story, if I did accidentally use pronouns for the reader, let me know and I’ll be happy to fix it :)

Right? The two brunettes sat around their lover, who lay painfully still. The white in his eyes was still fading, and after a few minutes it was completely gone. Y/n shot up, breathing heavily, clearly disturbed by whatever he had seen. Eddie and Steve waisted no time, immediately questioning him, asking if he was ok, asking what he had saw, asking why he went off in his own. Nancy, Robin, and Dustin stood not far away, waiting eagerly for his answers.

“The lab.” The two words the boy muttered answered absolutely nothing. The group stared at him, waiting for an explanation, but his mouth never opened. Instead he stood up and ran for the nearest classroom. He ran in and slammed the door. Y/n didn’t look back as Eddie shook the doorknob of the now locked door. He didn’t look back as Steve was banging  on the door, trying to get his attention. He didn’t look back when Dustin called out his name. Instead he opened one of the windows, jumping out and began to run. 

Y/n’s legs began to shake and his lungs started to burn, but he didn’t dare stop running. Running toward the place he promised himself he would never see again. He didn’t stop as he heard rustling in trees and bushes. He didn’t stop when he swore he heard the cries of people who were long gone. He didn’t stop when he heard loud footsteps. He kept going until he saw those awful gray walls.

As he stared up at the building, he could practically hear his younger self crying, begging to be set free. Never would he have thought he would be looking so desperately for a way back into the place that held him captive for so long. As he ran around the building he found a window hanging open. He climbed in, and headed straight for the door of the small holding cell. 

As he began to wander the halls a feeling of dread filled him. He could hear the crying and screaming. He could see the flickering of the lights when an experiment went wrong. He could smell the cleaner they used on the floor. 

Ignoring the feeling of eyes peering at him with every movement he made, he continued to wander the halls. He continued to walk. It felt like he had been going forever. He didn’t notice that the clock begin to chime. He didn’t notice that the lights had come back on. He didn’t notice the cold feeling that had graced his now uncovered arms. He didn’t notice that he was back in the hospital gown those awful people made him wear. He didn’t notice the man that blocked him from continuing.