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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! :)

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

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. 

Being with Steve was everything you could have asked for, and more. He was so sweet and caring. He was the perfect gentleman. The one thing about being with Steve was, you had to hide. That was the main thing you were worried about when you started dating. You were both worried that you wouldn’t get to do couples stuff, and you weren’t wrong in thinking that. You had to be super secretive, but you made it work. 

Most of your time together was spent at each other’s houses, but “friendly outings” weren’t uncommon for the two of you. You were also usually able to sneak in a little alone time between class periods. Small kisses or hugs in the empty hallways. In hindsight, it wasn’t the sneakiest of ideas, but that wasn’t important now. Not as you looked into Steve’s beautiful brown eyes, giving him a quick kiss before heading off to your next class. 

Unbeknownst to you, your boyfriend decided to hang back for a bit before heading to his history class. Unbeknownst to him, Billy Hargrove had been just around the corner, eavesdropping on the two of you. Before Steve had the chance to walk away, Billy decided to take the opportunity to walk up to him, with some hateful choice words just waiting to spew from his pathetic mouth.

“Who would’ve known, The ex king of Hawkins high was a fag.” Steve knew you had been caught. That one simple statement was enough for him to know that the two of you were in deep shit. “What the hell do you want, Billy?” Steve started to say something else, but he was caught off, by the mullet wearing asshat who stood in front of him. “I want you to keep that nasty shit to yourself, before I tell the whole school the little golden boy and his freak best friend are dirty queers” Billy stomped off, knowing he had leverage over the two of you.

Steve knew one thing, he didn’t want you to have to deal with Billy’s dumbass so he decided to visit you after school.

Once the school day was over, you walked toward your house. It took a while, but you had your walkman playing, so it wasn’t too bad. Once you got home you went to your room and started working on your homework, which only took a few hours. Right as you were signing your name on the last page of math homework, you heard knocking on your window, looking over to see Steve, practically dangling off of the tree outside his window. 

As you let him in, Steve pulled you into a tight hug, immediately telling you about what had happened. After a long talk about it you decided to “break up”. You were gonna stay away from each other in public and act pissed if you had to be together. And that’s exactly what you did. Everyone thought you had just went through a bad falling out, except Billy. 

Three weeks later you and Steve were in your living room, curled up watching a horror movie. Someone began to bang on the door and you got up to get it, since your parents were out of town. Steve walked stood behind you as you opened the door to see Billy. You were best friends with his sister, and you had been good friends in middle school until yo realized how much of a bitch he really was, so of course yours was the first door he came banging on when Max would sneak out.

“Where’s my sister?” Was all he said, not a greeting or anything, which didn’t really surprise you. “She’s not here, Billy.” You looked back as Steve spoke up knowing damn well he had just unknowingly started something. “Hold on, i thought you faggot freaks broke up.” Billy said, obviously even more pissed than before. You stepped outside, trying to close the door behind you, but of course Steve just had to follow you out. 

“Billy you need to leave. She’s not here, and who i do and do not date isn’t of any concern to you. We haven’t been friends for years.” Before you could say anything else, you felt something slam into your jaw. He punched you. The next few minutes were a blur, Steve started beating the shit out of Billy. Max and Lucas showed up from wherever the hell they had been running around. Max started yelling, so did Lucas. Billy threw out a few racist comments, per usual. Billy and Max left, so did Lucas, and Steve ad dragged you inside. 

A few weeks had passed, and you and Steve were back to your usual routine, and Billy had finally decided to leave you alone. You had been back to dealing with your “children” and putting up with Robin’s teasing,and the two of you couldn’t have been happier. You all knew one thing though, and it was that Billy’s a bitch. 

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Sorry this took so long! I hope you enjoy it :D <3 I’m not super happy with how this turned out, so if you would like, I can try to re-write it for you :)

Y/n remembers the first time he met Gareth. It was his first day of high school, and he had just been tripped by one of the cheerleaders. Gareth walked over to him, helping him up, and introducing himself before dragging him to sit with his friends. They had been best friends for three years, and dating for half a year, yet Y/n still knew absolutely nothing about dnd. Which was odd considering he had sat with Gareth and the rest of the hellfire club everyday since he started going to Hawkins high school.

It was a Friday night and Y/n was laying in his boyfriend’s bed, practically asleep, listening to the quiet sound of Metallica playing while Gareth drew his dnd character’s new design. It was so cute how he would ramble on about the most recent hellfire meetings, and how happy he was to show Eddie his new character design. Y/n would often times have absolutely no idea what he was talking about, but Gareth would still tell him all about it, and he would patiently explain everything to Y/n.

Eddie always joked about how if he were in Gareth’s place he would have broken up with the boy by now, but Y/n knew it was all in good fun. That didn’t however stop him from feeling bad for not knowing a whole lot about something that his favorite drummer boy was so passionate about. In a sleepy haze, Y/n started whispering Gareth’s nick name, somehow fully expecting him to hear the extremely quiet words. 

It wasn’t until Y/n had walked over to Gareth, wrapped in his blanket, and plopped his head on the boy’s shoulder, that Gareth realized he had been trying to grab his attention. “Hey, Gar, can you teach me about dnd?” Y/n was practically asleep at this point. Gareth began to laugh at how droopy the boys eyes were, quickly standing to bring him back to bed in fear of him collapsing on the floor and falling asleep.

Gareth was quick to lay down, pulling his boyfriend down with him. He wrapped his arms around Y/n, playing with his hair as he began to talk about the basics of dnd. Might as well start from the beginning. Even though he knew Y/n wouldn’t remember any of this in the morning, Gareth was happy to know he wanted to learn about something so dear to his heart.

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“But now that you’ve found me, you know who I am, and we can’t have you telling your little friends, now can we?” That voice was like nails on a chalkboard. As Y/n began to back away, the tall blonde started to change. It looked like his skin was melting away. He could hear his bones snapping as Vecna emerged. 

At this point he knew running was useless. Maybe hiding? He knew it wouldn’t work for long. Vecna must have known this place just as well as he did, if not better. The boy darted away, making sharp turns around every corner, trying to lose the creature one for long enough to lock himself in a room. Once he was successful, the first thing he did was rummage for something to write with. 

Y/n found a pen, sliding down against the wall, cowering in the corner. The only thing in his mind was getting to say goodbye, wether it be directly or not. He wrote quickly on his arm, leaving behind messy chicken scratch. He quickly looked over the message, it read “I love you two, take care of everyone, will you?” He was satisfied, he wished it was more, but it got the point across.

The sound of heavy footsteps filled the halls as Vecna approached. He called out tauntingly every once and a while. Y/n’s eyes filled to the brim with tears. He didn’t want to die, but better him than his friends. That was all he could think about. At least it was him and not Dustin or Eddie and Steve. Or anyone else for that matter.

“I would remind you I know exactly where you are, but you know that.” That thing was right outside the door. The boy stood up, walking over to the door, a death glare on his face. If he was going to die, he was going to die fighting. 

Dustin figured out where he was going. How wasn’t important to any of them as they quickly made their way toward Hawkins Laboratory. Not long after they took off, Eddie and Steve ran through the halls, hand in hand, desperately calling out for their lover. It felt like they had been searching for hours, when they noticed the blood splattered on the corner.

The two practically felt their hearts stop, their hands fell apart, and Steve began to walk forward. Eddie stayed in place, frozen, horrified to see what he desperately hoped wasn’t around that corner. His fears were confirmed when Steve stumbled backwards, a horrified gasp leaving his mouth before he fell back onto his knees. Sobs began to wrack through his body.

Eddie ran to him holding him in his arms, hoping it was a misunderstanding. Maybe it was someone else? He knew it couldn’t be, he knew false hope wasn’t healthy, but he couldn’t help it. As he turned back to see what Steve had, his face distorted. Pain, disgust, fear, and heartbreak somehow all conveyed themselves through his expression. Y/n was laying on the ground, practically ripped to shreds. 

And just like that the two were lost. The day three became two.

The End