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[battybubs]

Can i request being Robin's gay brother and crushing on Eddie Munson

Buckley’s Brother

IMPORTANT AUTHORS NOTE: This story was written specifically for male/gender neutral readers, fem/ fem aligned people, please do not interact.

Also, requests are open!

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Male!Reader

Type: Kinda friends to lovers-ish?

Warnings: slight swearing, loosely proof read

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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-

Sincere apologies for how long this took, I really hope you enjoy it! :) <3

[battybubs]

Eddie’s Boy

IMPORTANT AUTHORS NOTE: This is a story written specifically for male readers. If you are a female or feminine aligned person, please do not interact with this post.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Male! Reader

Type: Romantic (implied)

Warning(s): slight swearing?, slight mention of injury/bullying

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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. 

The residents of Hawkins didn’t know much about the quiet boy, but if nothing else, the knew one thing. Y/n was Eddie’s boy.

[battybubs]

For this request, I'd like a Closeted Steve Harrington x Male Reader. To set up a basic plot, Steve and the Reader have known each other since childhood and had always made time to spend with each other even after he'd become kind of a dick from hanging out with Tommy and Carol. Shortly after Steve cuts his ties with Tommy and Carol, he starts spending more time with the Reader and Robin. One day while the Reader and Steve are hanging out alone, he starts slowly dropping hints that he's interested in the Reader who initially shrugs it off as Steve being himself, although he later tells Robin about what Steve had been hinting at, to which she tells him that his gut was right about Steve liking him. The Reader asks Steve about it outright next time they decided to hang out to which Steve had no other choice but to come out to the Reader and tell him how he feels. The Reader and Steve start dating secretly for a while and somehow manage to find small moments alone together between class periods so they can kiss or do whatever in their alone time. During one of these times in the hallway where they think they're alone, Billy was right around the corner hearing everything they were saying and saw them kiss. After the Reader leaves, Billy confronts Steve and says he'll out the both of them to the entire school, objectively making them both targets for ✨bullying✨. Steve eventually tells the Reader what happened and for their safety, they "break-up" (they don't actually break-up, they just stay away from each other at school). Small timeskip to Billy showing up looking for Max, he finds Steve and the Reader (he calls them homolhobic slurs sadly) waiting there to hold him off from getting to the kids, he outs both the Reader and Steve, causing them to fight. The Reader and Steve kick Billy's ass and live happily ever after with their group of kids that they raise lmao (if it sets up a Part 2, I'd be down for it 👀)

Billy’s a bitch

IMPORTANT AUTHORS NOTE: This story was written specifically for male readers, fem/ fem aligned people, please do not interact.

Also, requests are open! Pairing: Steve Harrington x male! Reader

Type: Romantic 

Warnings: Mutual pinning, slight swearing ~~~~~~~~~

For as long as you could remember, you had been best friends with the one and only, Steve “The Hair” Harrington. From the very beginning of your friendship, you told each other everything. So naturally, he was the first person to know that you were queer. The one thing you refused to tell him about was the crush you had formed on him over the many years of being practically inseparable.

You remember the feeling of dread when he began to hang out with Tommy and Carol. Knowing that eventually he would either become an absolute asshole, or ditch you all together, and that horrified you. To your surprise however, he noticed you had been acting weird, and asked you about it. When you explained your feelings to him, he promised he would never leave you. “We are best friends after all. Isn’t that right L/n”.

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! :)

also, a small side note, the story takes place in season four, and I know Billy isn’t alive in season four, so I apologize for the inaccuracies :p

[battybubs]

Lost

IMPORTANT AUTHORS NOTE: This story was written specifically for male readers, fem/ fem aligned people, please do not interact.

Also, requests are open! Pairing: Polyamorous! Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington x Male! Reader

Type: Romantic

Warnings: injury? Kinda angsty? Can’t really think of any ~~~~~~~~~

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. 

Eddie and Steve ran as fast as the could, the other three following behind them as they finally made their way into the school. The two came to a halt, there he was. Right in front of them lay Y/n on the ground next to his shattered walkman. They surged forward, dropping to their knees as they reached the boy. Eddie pulled him into his lap, while Steve examined his pale face. His eyes were wide open in terror, glazed over with a white tint that was slowly beginning to fade. He was gonna wake up. Right?

[battybubs]

Real Boy

IMPORTANT AUTHORS NOTE: This story was written specifically for male/gender neutral readers, fem/ fem aligned people, please do not interact.

Also, requests are open!

Pairing: (rottmnt 2018) Raphael x TransMale!Reader

Type: Hurt/Comfort, Kinda friends to lovers-ish maybe, completely up to your interpretation.

Warnings: loosely proof read, dysphoria, crying?

(I’m not sure if you’d be interested in this, but you said to tag you if I wrote anything about Raph, so here you go :) @panandinpain0 )

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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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It’s been a while!! This isn’t good by my standards, but hey, it’s a start. At least I’m trying to get back on track! I really need requests though, because I’m out of ideas at the moment lmao

[battybubs]

god that was heartbreaking, beautiful but crushing. do you think you could you do some steve x eddie x male reader fluff now? just them hanging out being happy. (or perhaps an alternative ending where reader lives but I don't want to mess with a finished story)

Movie Night

IMPORTANT AUTHORS NOTE: This story was written specifically for male readers, fem/ fem aligned people, please do not interact.

Also, requests are open!

Pairing: Polyamorous! Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington x Male! Reader 

Type: Romantic 

Warnings: I can’t think of any, just fluff :)

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You sat in the back of your boyfriend, Eddie’s musty van, along with your other boyfriend, Steve. About five minutes ago you were interrupted from your drawing as a loud honk sounded outside your house. Eddie was yelling from his window for you to come outside, and you did. Not long after, he pushed you into the back of his van with Steve. His method of picking the two of you up for surprise dates usually slightly resembled kidnap, but that was just Eddie for you.

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

also I might do an alternate ending in the future, just not so sure how I would go about that at the moment!

[battybubs]

Lost ✯|part two|✯

IMPORTANT AUTHORS NOTE: This story was written specifically for male readers, fem/ fem aligned people, please do not interact.

Also, requests are open! Pairing: Polyamorous! Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington x Male! Reader 

Type: Romantic 

Warnings: Kinda angsty? Can’t really think of any ~~~~~~~~~

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. 

The tall blonde man, with the charming smile. He was wearing a white button up shirt and white pants. He was looking down at Y/n, his hands clasped in front of him. As the man opened his mouth to speak, Y/n looked up expecting him to have the smooth voice that he vaguely remembered from all those years ago, but he was sorely mistaken. The rough and deep voice of Vecna crawled out, slow and taunting. “You’ve found me~”

[battybubs]

Safe and Sound

IMPORTANT AUTHORS NOTE: This story was written specifically for male readers, fem/ fem aligned people, please do not interact.

Also, requests are open!

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Male! Reader

Type: Romantic

Warnings: Kinda graphic descriptions (Chrissy’s body), pet names (sweetheart), very loosely proof read, I can’t think of any others :)

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It had been weeks since Y/n had seen Eddie. Everything was a blur. Chrissy Cunningham was dead, Eddie was being accused of murder, he disappeared to who knows where, Hawkins was practically falling apart. Some giant earthquake hit. Y/n could barely function. He knew Eddie wasn’t capable of hurting a fly, much less brutally killing an innocent girl. 

Y/n remembered the exact feeling that crashed over him like a wave at the sight of Chrissy’s body. It was an overwhelming combination of disgust and fear. She was mangled on the floor of Eddie’s trailer, blood stains trailing from her eyes as if she had been crying the red substance. Her limbs were bent in ways no human should be able to bend, and her jaw was practically falling off. He was ushered away by police before he could see any more. If he hadn’t seen the cheer outfit and her signature ponytail, he would have had no idea who the mangled corpse belonged to.

As he sat with Wayne, all he could do was cry and stare at whatever would keep his mind off of what he had just seen. He knew Eddie didn’t do this. They both did, but his reputation wasn’t helping his case. All he was to the people in this town was a pest. All they saw him as was some cult leader. 

Y/n knew it wasn’t her fault. She didn’t do anything wrong. He hated the fact that he couldn’t get rid of the pesky voice in the back of his head that blamed Chrissy for all of this. He couldn’t help but feel like in some twisted way, it was her fault Eddie was gone. It wasn’t, and he knew that, but he figured in the end, he just needed someone to blame. 

Days passed and he could barely leave his room. All he could do was sulk. He cried, hoping Eddie was out there somewhere safe. Days quickly turned into weeks, and no matter how much his friends and family pleaded with him to come out, he stayed locked away. He was up at all hours, his eyes glued on the walkie-talkie that was laying on his desk. His brain was constantly racing, trying to figure out where Eddie could be. 

So there he was, pacing around his room, trying to put together anything and everything that could at least put his mind at ease. Everything was the same, trying to convince himself that Eddie was somewhere safe. Nothing seemed to change until he heard static. The walkie-talkie was going off. “Y/n? Y/n come in.”

He ran toward his desk, fumbling with the buttons on the device. “Dustin? Dustin, are you alright? What’s going on?” Y/n’s voice was wavering, worry obvious in his tone.  “I’m fine. I’m outside, can you come open the door? It’s kinda hot out here.” Y/n could’ve sworn he had never run faster in his life. As he threw the door open, he was prepared to care for any wounds the younger boy may have had, but he wasn’t at all prepared for what actually awaited him outside the door. 

Y/n’s eyes grew wide at the sight of the two people in front of him. Dustin stood with his usual smile on his face, and next to him was the tall brunette Y/n had been thinking of nonstop. “Eddie?” The name came out as a breathy whisper, far quieter than he had intended for. “Hey sweetheart.” Tears began to well up as he lunged forward, burying his face in his lover’s chest. All worries in his mind faded away in an instant as he felt Eddie’s arms wrap around him, rocking them back and forth slowly. His two favorite people were safe and sound, and in that moment it was all that mattered. 

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sorry this is so short! I’m gonna be completely honest, I’m not sure if I like how this turned out. I was STRUGGLING writing this lol.

Anyways, I hope you all enjoy it, thanks for reading!! :) <3

[battybubs]

Billy’s a bitch ✯|part two|✯

IMPORTANT AUTHORS NOTE: This story was written specifically for male readers, fem/ fem aligned people, please do not interact.

Also, requests are open!

Pairing: Steve Harrington x male! Reader

Type: Romantic 

Warnings: Swearing, slight mentions of racism (Billy, ofc), homophobia, hateful language (homophobic slurs, also Billy), mentions of fighting ~~~~~~~~~~

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 :)

Part two of the request from @mack-thedork

[battybubs]

Chatty One

IMPORTANT AUTHORS NOTE: This story was written specifically for male/gender neutral readers, fem/ fem aligned people, please do not interact.

Also, requests are open!

Pairing: Gareth x GN/Male! Reader

Type: Romantic

Warnings: brief use of pet names, loosely proof read

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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 :)

I hope you all enjoy it :) <3

[battybubs]

Hey, howdy, fellow Stranger Things fan/writer here. Saw your post about wanting Gareth requests and was wondering if you could write one for Gareth x Male!Reader, Reader has never played/heard of D&D before? Ofc it's fine if you don't like the idea.

Much love <3

Sleepy talk

IMPORTANT AUTHORS NOTE: This story was written specifically for male readers, fem/ fem aligned people, please do not interact.

Also, requests are open!

Pairing: Gareth Emerson x male! Reader

Type: Romantic 

Warnings: I can’t really think of any, other than F L U F F ~~~~~~~~~~~

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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HERE YOU GO FRIEND!! I actually like how this one turned out, thanks for requesting! :D <3

[battybubs]

Hi…

Soooo

I’m probably going to delete my stranger things stories. I am no longer a part of the fandom, and I do not intend on writing about it anymore. I don’t know if I’ll even write at all to be honest. I feel like I’m not really good at it, and I’m just now making my way into new fandoms, so I probably don’t know enough about any of my current interests at the moment. I will definitely try though. If anyone wants to request stories for my current fandoms, I’m willing to write for the following characters:

COD MW2: König, Ghost, Soap

ROTTMNT: Donnie, Raph, Leo, Mikey

AOT: Eren, Armin, Levi (i might take requests for other characters, just ask me about it)

[battybubs]

Lost ✯|final part|✯ 

IMPORTANT AUTHORS NOTE: This story was written specifically for male readers, fem/ fem aligned people, please do not interact.

Also, requests are open!

Pairing: Polyamorous! Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington x Male! Reader 

Type: Romantic 

Warnings: Angst, mentions of blood, slightly graphic depictions, major character death ~~~~~~~~~~

“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

Sorry that there’s not happy ending to this, I hope this doesn’t disappoint :p

[battybubs]

Are You Insane?

Authors note: this fic was written with male readers in mind. He/Him pronouns are used along with the term “boy” when referring to the reader. Please do not interact with this post if you are a female or feminine aligned person. also requests are open, and if anyone would like to request, I would love to write something for you :)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Male! Reader Type: Romantic (implied)

Warnings: Slight swearing, talk of vehicles and driving ~~~~~~~~~~

While you loved Eddie, you didn’t love being in a vehicle with him. He could drive, but whenever he did, it was way too fast, and definitely not the best technique for operating a car. 

During lunchtime at Hawkins high school, you sat in the cafeteria with the tall brunette, and your friends from the hellfire club. You were quick to draw the attention of Eddie as he noticed you had been sitting with your arms crossed, refusing to speak to him. After a while of pondering what he had done wrong, he remembered he was supposed to drive you home yesterday, but, in complete Eddie Munson fashion, he forgot and drove off without you. You were given no choice other than to walk home, and it didn’t help that it had started raining. 

He apologized profusely, and promised to make it up to you. What you didn’t seem to realize, was that you would have to endure his foolish driving if he was going to “make it up to you”.

Silently hoping that Eddie had forgotten about the whole ordeal, you quickly made your way to the front of the school. You tried your best to avoid anywhere that Eddie may have been, opting to pitch a ride with Steve. Hell you would’ve probably asked Billy Hargrove for a ride, had he been alive, to avoid driving with Eddie.

After finally making your way to the parking lot, you were about to run up to Steve’s car, but before you could even take a step, he was pulling out of his space, Dustin sitting next to him in the passenger seat. You decided to look around to find someone to save you from that god awful van that belonged to your beloved boyfriend. As you stood on your tip toes looking for any familiar faces, you heard the sound of a certain someone’s van pull up behind you. 

“Hey, pretty boy! Looking for us?” That was another thing that bothered you. Eddie addressed his van as if it were a person. You briefly thought about turning and darting away, but eventually gave in and climbed into the old van. You could hardly put on your seatbelt before Eddie was speeding out of the parking lot as if you were being chased. 

It wasn’t too long before you reached a curvy tree-lined street. You clutched onto your seat, knowing that if your boyfriend followed his usual faulty logic, he would speed up, instead of slow down. Before you know it the van is turning so quickly it could give you whiplash.

Almost as if he had been listening to your inner pleads, you heard the sound of sirens, and looked back to see a police car. Hopper’s police car. You heard Eddie huff out a curse to two under his breath before pulling over and rolling down his window. The sound of boots hitting pavement neared as Hopper moved closer to the van, before he finally stopped at Eddie’s window.

“Now as much as I hate to pull you boys over, it is the law I do so when someone is caught speeding. So this story better be good.” Before Eddie could open his mouth to answer Hopper, you began to speak. “So you see, Hopps, Eddie here got a call from his uncle, who said he needed Eddie home now because he fell an hurt himself.” 

Hopper let out a small chuckle before turning to look down the road at a passing car. “Now I know this isn’t a true story, considering I just stopped by to see him at work, and he was perfectly fine, but I like you kids too much to give you a ticket. Just be safe, and I’ll let you off the hook.” Eddie nodded gratefully before getting ready to begin driving once again, but before he was able to drive off, Hopper stoped to say something, with a stern look on his face. With a sigh he said “Oh and Eddie, please be careful driving with him. You’re gonna give the poor boy whiplash.” 

“Eddie Munson, are you insane?” Was the last thing Hopper heard before the two of you drove off.

[battybubs]

Hi, yes, it's me again. I need more Gareth x Male (he/him) Reader please. Snuggling, if possible, but I'll take it any way. And if you don't write this I 100% understand <3

Lover Boy

IMPORTANT AUTHORS NOTE: This story was written specifically for male readers, fem/ fem aligned people, please do not interact.

Also, requests are open!

Pairing: Gareth Emerson x Male! Reader

Type: Romantic

Warnings: none :)

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It was the middle of summer in Hawkins, Indiana. If you were to put the weather into three words, they would be hotter than hell. Your boyfriend Gareth was in your room, starring at you with puppy dog eyes as you sat in-front of a box fan. The air conditioner had broken. If you didn’t have fans set up in every room, your house would have been comparable to the equator. 

You were perfectly content reading a random book you had picked up off the floor, listening to the music playing from the stereo. Gareth, however, wasn’t so content. He was a cuddle bug, and you were fine with that most times, but due to the immense heat, you were depriving him of physical touch. 

The drummer boy continued to stare at you, that sad look on his face doing absolutely nothing to change your mind. He was getting irritated. He started to whine, trying anything to get you to give him affection. After a few more unsuccessful attempts of trying to get your attention, Gareth seemingly gave up. A content sigh slipped past your lips as Gareth left the room to get himself another soda. 

You closed your eyes, listening to the whirring of the fans and the quiet music Gareth had chosen to listen to. Before you could even open your eyes, you felt another human jump on top of you. You opened your eyes to see Gareth’s mouth quirked into a wicked grin. He knew you loved cuddles just as much as he did, but he also knew you hated being hot. Now Gareth wasn’t stupid all of the time, he knew that having another human latched onto you for dear life wasn’t a good way to keep cool, but he was just your little lover boy. You weren’t gonna move him. 

“Gareth, you’re gonna give me a heat stroke.” You were pissed. He knew that. It was obvious in the way you slapped your hand over your eyes, groaning in annoyance. “Yeah but you, love me. At least if you die, you’ll die with me.” If it weren’t for the innocent look he was giving you, you might have just shoved him onto the floor next to you. “You suck. You know I don’t have the heart to stop you, lover boy.” 

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Sorry this took so long! I was kinda struggling with motivation, but I’m back to it >:)

Also, sorry it was so short, I was kinda short on ideas, but I hope you enjoy it none the less! :) <3

[battybubs]

*notices extreme lack of max dennison and thackery binx fics*

(srsly though, I will gladly take hocus pocus requests)