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neurodivergent writer ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⚣ 💌 requests [open]

[calcitecaterpie]

welcome to my page!!!

masterlist ⋆. 𐙚 ̊ (request button on my page!)

who i write for — criminal minds, marauders, harry potter, stranger things ⋆. 𐙚 ̊

mostly m! or gn! reader — or ships!

dividers from @saradika-graphics !!

[calcitecaterpie]

HI TWIN, so youre going to give me a birthday present since my birthday was yesterday!!! I was wondering if you could do headcanons/a oneshot maybe..anywho..... so yk how spencer reid is like.. I don't wanna say submissive, but yk.... submissive 😭.. so that got me thinking kinda, what IF spencer had a partner that was like him in that sense but like even more so (ykwim?? Am I making sense???) Like i imagine spencer being WHIPPED for reader and reader just being absolutely 10x worse yk lmfao??? Like it doesn't even have to be nsfw if you don't do that, but like I always see people writing reader as a dominant person and I just lowk have to stop reading because it's just so not me yk?😭 like i hate telling people what to do and stuff like that, I just feel so uncomfortable doing it if that makes sense😭😭 BUT if you do this can you make it mlm by any chance? Do my req and my birthday money is YOURS!!! 🥹

whispers

spencer reid x sub! male! reader headcannons

Happy late birthday anon🥹 hope you had a great time! my birthdays next week so joint bday present in the form of mlm spencer yay!!

warnings: a few brief non descriptive mentions of sex

𖤓 Spencer had always been quiet for his whole life, pretty much listening to what he was told and not stepping a toe out of line.

𖤓 it surprised him when he began to call y/n his boyfriend, starting to learn that the other man was even more quiet and reserved than he was.

𖤓 Derek enjoyed teasing spencer for being ‘whipped’ after he found out about the man’s relationship, clearly oblivious Spencer was the more casual man in the relationship.

𖤓 It surprised Spencer the way y/n was, always clingy and doing practically anything for him, not questioning a single thing when he’s asked something.

𖤓 He was surprised once again the first time the two men had sex. Spencer was used to being told what to do, dating people slightly rougher than him, but y/n was far from that.

𖤓 Spencer’s habit of covering himself took over once he had no clothes on, his arms going to cover his torso, although when he looked down all he saw was y/n’s wide eyes looking back as he tried to move Spencer’s arms out of the way.

𖤓 No matter how long they had been together it still surprised Spencer how the other man was even more submissive and clingy than he was. Straight on him when he gets home, nightly calls if spencer was on a case, his clothes always ending up in y/n’s closet and the way his big eyes glossed over every time the had sex.

𖤓 Spencer sometimes used these to his advantage. Once he was comfy on the couch in their apartment, a book opened in his lap and his tea was finished. He’d ask for some more with a small crooked smile, as he still felt bad for asking of course, but his boyfriend was straight up and in the kitchen, making the drink the perfect way.

𖤓 As often as spencer gently poked fun at his boyfriends eagerness to please and practical admiration for Spencer, he wasn’t far off himself. He was just as in love with y/n, always gushing and talking about him if he had the chance, photos of the two of them on his desk, a photo of y/n in his wallet. The two men were all over eachother and anyone and everyone around them knew nothing would change

my cutie he is so precious omg

[calcitecaterpie]

HI HI HI i absolutely ADORE your acc!! x male readers??? kiss me rn. theres this fic idea ive had on my mind lately and js have been insanely lazy to write lol. BASICALLY teen nerd!spencer x teen alt!reader...nom nom. they bond over being isolated by the people in their school and reader ends up being spencer's first. you could focus on them during said HS years OR maybe they get a case in spencer's home town and he along with maybe JJ or morgan go to a relation's house for some questions and its reader HAHAHA. shit im giggling already. go with whatever you want with this concept i just reaallyyyy need more alt!reader content...

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pairing: spencer reid x emo! male! reader

wc: 400

warnings: none!!!!

i’m probably going to write a pt.2 for this to fully fufill the request n get some boy kissing🥹

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part one | part two (not out)

Throughout school Spencer reid had always been different, something which was clear to both his teachers and peers. Although his teachers saw him as a genius, a young boy who could practically do anything he wanted to, while his classmates saw him as a walking talking punching bag, the nerd who sat alone at lunch with no friends and no social skills.

That was until a new boy moved to school. The boy had moved to Las Vegas recently and ended up in the same classes as spencer, sitting next to him in math. He was different, anyone with eyes could see that. Not like spencer though, this boy was loud, he wore makeup a which turned heads, wore exclusively black and always had something new about him, whether a new hair colour or new piercing on him. Although spencer wouldn’t admit it out loud, the boy scared him, intimidated him even.

The boy would sit stretched out on his seat throughout maths, blatantly copying spencer’s answers while also drawing in his margin, obnoxiously chewing gum far too close to spencer’s ear. But spencer would never say anything.

Something the boy did try to be discrete about was his fascination he had for spencer, the way his eyes would move from the paper to spencer’s side profile, the way his eyes lingered for slightly too long. Spencer felt it, he did every time, the way y/n would stare as he tried to work through his papers, the weird way his eyes slightly softened when spencer actually built the courage to look at him.

Something Spencer didn’t expect was for the alternative boy to make a move, to actually do something. He got to class, walking over to the designated table which was surprisingly empty. It was a surprise, y/n was always strangely early to every maths lesson, despite his obvious disdain for the subject. He took his seat, ready to take out his books and pens before spotting the note in place of

y/n’s frame.

He was hesitant, reluctant to take the piece of paper in fear he would be intruding. Although he couldn’t help the giddiness inside of him as he opened it, swallowing the lump in his throat as his cheeks heated up.

‘Meet me in the bathrooms reid :)’

[calcitecaterpie]

Just wanted to ask before sending any requests, would you wright for adult x teen!reader in a platonic relationship, and also would you wright anything kind of heavy angst like drug use (not necessarily the details of using a drug, just more of the struggle of addiction I guess)

as long as requests between adults and teens are strictly platonic then i definitely would write it!!

i’m also open to write stories based around angst, including addiction. Although angst is definitely not my strongest point i’m not against it :D

I realise i’ve never wrote request rules but i’ll write anything pretty much other than explicit smut (making out ect. is fine) and wouldn’t write any sort of illegal pairing if you get me!!

[calcitecaterpie]

helloo! do you still write for spencer reid?

hi!!! i do! :D

i’ve been writing a LOT of stranger things recently but i definitely still do still write spencer, in-fact i write any criminal minds character!!

[calcitecaterpie]

messy makeup ⋆. 𐙚 ̊

pairing: will byers x goth!male! reader

wc: 518

warnings: none!! brief kissing descriptions and mentions of isolation

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also adding to will x m! reader because why tf are there so many fem readers💀

Will had always been different, slightly out of place whenever he went. From elementary school to high school he’d never blended in, never strayed from the group of nerds he’d spent his life with.

It was normal for will. Normal to feel out of place. But something shifted when he met y/n, something safe and secure settled over him as he began to make friends with the boy.

He was different, very different. He stood out in crowds, but with will they almost blended together. The boy wore white and black makeup, something that may as well have been labeled a sin and spat on in a town as small as Hawkins. He wore band shirts a size too small and jeans that’s dragged along the floor, multiple pieces of metal in his face and ears, large and intricate eyeliner around his eyes.

Will felt safe with him, like he could be himself. Sure he had the party, but sometimes he needed more, someone like y/n. The other boy understood byers, made him feel like he could let himself go. It didn’t come as a shock for wills family or even the party when the two started dating, they’d practically seemed as though they were since they met.

The two were laying on wills single bed, far too small for the two of them to fit comfortably, but they made it work, not daring to complain. Music from jonathan’s bedroom filled the small house, the sounds of joyce cooking dinner adding to the mass, and the locked bedroom door finally giving them a moment alone.

In the true nature of teenage boys the pair of them were clung to each other in an instant, wills hands screwed in the back of y/n’s band shirt while his black nails scratched wills scalp as he grabbed onto wills hair, lips moving against eachothers as if they’d been starved of any sort of contact for weeks. Despite being together just yesterday. The feverish kiss earned a few small groans of both enjoyment and approval from both boys, practically clawing at each other to bring the other closer, as if they’d depended on each other to survive in this moment.

They reluctantly pulled away for a breath of air, wills cheeks turning pink as a small smile tugged at his face. A wider smile graced y/n’s face as well as a small laugh, his larger hands holding wills face.

“You’re a mess byers” the goth boy muttered quietly with a small teasing smirk on his face, using his thumbs in a futile attempt to wipe the makeup off of will. The black lipstick had transferred onto wills lips, messily around them, with white foundation above and on the end of his nose.

The two sat quietly giggling, still wrapped around eachother as y/n tried to free wills face from any staining, will watching in awe as he does.

As much of a mess as he looked will knew this was where he needed to be, in the other boys arms in a mess of giggles. All he needed were nights like these.

icl this was meant to be goth!will x emo! reader in the 2000s but i complelty forgot that while writing💀💀 maybe i’ll write it next!!

[bees-library3]

Trans Fic Recs

Hello lovelies!! Today is March 31st which is the International Transgender Day of Visibility. While I am not trans, many loved ones in my life are. I decided to make a recommendation list full of trans characters and trans!readers. They’re separated by character and I list the summary and/or pairing for each fic. For the fics without a title, they’ll just be listed as N/A. While I urge everyone to celebrate diversity every day, today is especially important. As always, all the credit goes to the lovely creators.

Disclaimer - These are all ftm trans recs. I’m not sure if it’s just the fandoms that I’m a part of, but I was unable to find many mtf fics. The ones that I did find simply weren’t my favorite and my fic recommendations are only fics that I’ve enjoyed and want to recommend. Please drop some mtf fics in the comments!!

Key: 💗 = smut, 🌷 = angst, 🎀 = fluff

Dennis Whitaker

N/A by @fashnik3 → On Valentine’s Day, Whitaker shaves for Robby. 💗

N/A by @theratfather → Whitaker has an autistic meltdown and Robby and Jack care for him. 🌷🎀

N/A by @laceoddity → Tummy kink. 💗

N/A by @little-mouse-dennis → Whitaker tells Trinity that he’s trans. 🎀

NSFW Hucklerobby by @ellwood-sidney → Trans!Dennis just started T. 💗

Trans!Dennis headcanons by @alexisneverokay → A bunch of headcanons. 🎀

Michael ‘Robby’ Robinavitch

N/A by @purplepaladinsworld→ Hucklerabbot x reader. 💗

N/A by @emrysmerlinambrose → Elder trans!robby headcanons.🌷🎀

Doctor Robby coaxing you through taking your t shots. by @chronicgaywizard → Robby x trans!reader. 🎀💗

Bedside Table Rotisserie Chicken by @drlickitysplitty → Rabbot x trans!reader. 🎀

N/A by @codisfishher → Unspecified trans!character x Robby. 🌷

N/A by @male-hedonism-and-acting-cool → Whitaker x trans!robby headcanon. 💗

Bucky Barnes

About a boy by @sheriff-bodecker → tboy!bucky barnes x reader. 💗

“Pretty Boy” by @fallen-w1ngs → Bucky x ftm!husband!reader. 🎀

My good boy by @kortsitron → Your interest in Bucky's metal arm didn't go unnoticed and Bucky invites you to explore your fantasies in a safe environment of his apartment. 💗

N/A by @liquid-void → Bucky x FtM!reader. 🎀

Red rope by @kortsitron → Bucky's tied up and at your mercy. 💗

You’re still a man by @crinern → When training with Bucky, Bucky finds out that you’ve been binding for too long and gets you to rest. 🌷

Misc. Characters (mainly Spencer Reid)

Distract him by @golden1u5t → Spencer looks amazing reading his book, his lip tucked between his teeth and his hands trailing across the page. You can't help but pull him onto your lap and distract him. 💗

Helping Spencer Reid recover from top surgery by @bau-thoughts → Trans!spencer x reader. 🎀

N/A by @blluesiide → Trans!spencer x reader. 🎀

N/A by @calcitecaterpie → s1 Spencer Reid with his post op boyfriend headcanons. 🎀

Doesn’t change a thing by @kissesfordaryl → Daryl Dixon x trans!reader 🎀

I’ll Be Home For Christmas by @nonbinairyboi → After coming home for Christmas, a run in at Miller’s changes everything. 🎀🌷 (Joel Miller)

[calcitecaterpie]

guess who made the list🥹🥹 definetly check out this list in honour of trans visibility day!!!! 🏳️‍⚧️

trans visibility day is so important, as someone who’s been out as trans for 5 years now it’s so important to feel seen and accepted🤍 my blog will always be a safe space for those who need one

[calcitecaterpie]

Mike Wheeler x male reader who are in a secret relationship, but the party ends up catching them kissing

dirty little secret ⋆. 𐙚 ̊

pairing: mike wheeler x male!reader

wc: 1.1k

warnings: little bit of internalised homophobia?, mike is scared</3

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Mike wheeler had always been different. The kid who got pushed and made fun of in the playground during elementary school, and now the kid who got punched and found notes in his locker in high school. Mike wheeler had never fit in. But neither had his friends, the small group of them far from blending in in a small town like hawkins, a group of nerdy kids unashamed to be themselves.

However Mike wheeler had one thing he didn’t want to be known, one thing that made him slightly too different for his liking. He had known since he was young really, when he used to spend far longer admiring the male superhero’s, watching his friends with slightly too much love. But even now he had accepted it, it was far too much to admit out loud to anyone around him

Anyone who wasn’t y/n.

Y/n had been one of his closest friends since elementary school, always close, always holding hands to stay close, sharing tight hugs at the end of a school day. Small but constant touches between the two boys, which no one questioned because that was just them. Their parents were used to it, seeing them intertwined and wrapped up when they hung out, the Wheelers always expecting to have y/n sat at their dinner table next to Mike. It was strange for him to not be.

Perhaps that’s what made it so easy to hide, to slip between the cracks and hide in the shadows. Their relationship had been hidden for the past 5 months now, consisting of stollen kisses when their friends were late to dnd, hidden hand holding under the blanket during movie nights. It wasn’t ideal, hiding and keeping silent, but it was ideal. By now it was second nature, almost normal. It was them.

The Wheeler basement was full of their friends, all in various positions around the large room engaged in their various activities. Max flipping through comics to avoid studying, Lucas and Dustin studying physics for the upcoming test, Will sketching out everyone’s dnd characters for his current art piece, El sat threading strings together to make yet another friendship bracelet, her current fixation. Mike and Y/n sat close, just like they always did. Their knees bumped casually, arms brushing together as they keep focused on their own tasks. Y/n studying for his history class and Mike, who was meant to be studying as-well, more watching his boyfriend than anything.

Mikes head only snapped up as he heard one of the boys— unsure which one— announce that they were going to grab drinks, as Mrs. Wheeler had earlier told them all to help themselves. Without much more warning the basement cleared, their 5 friends heading up the stairs sounding like a herd with each step, comfortable silence setting over the basement as the door clicks closed.

A breath of relief left mikes lips as the door closed and their friends left for a moment, finally letting his eyes drop from his boyfriends eyes to instead his lips, heat spreading up his face.

“I can feel your eyes idiot” The boy spoke up, slightly spooking Mike with his sudden words and making him jump. Y/n’s face broke into a grin, turning from his studying to his boyfriend with a soft laugh, leaning closer to press a soft kiss to his lips.

Mike couldn’t help himself, just like any teenage boy wouldn’t be able to, his hand slipping up into his boyfriends hair, kissing him back as if he had been parched of anything for day, his other hand gripping his hip. The smile on his face was obvious as his lips moved against y/n’s, a sense of desperation in his movements as he keeps going, earning a few quiet noises of pleasure from the two boys.

They made out constantly. Almost too much as Nancy would proclaim, surprised they had any skin left on their lips by now. Nancy was the only person who knew of their relationship, finding out after catching y/n climbing through mikes bedroom window.

Mike was too caught up in his boyfriend’s lips, his fingers moving through the others hair. Far too wrapped up to even hear the door open at the top of the basement stairs.

Noise flooded the room again, the 5 friends discussing and squabbling as the all come back down the stairs, although the noise hit Mikes ears just a moment too late.

“Jesus! We leave for two minutes” Lucas’ voice cuts through the basement, making the two boys finally pull away from eachother, finally noticing their friends had returned.

Mike felt his heart tighten in his chest, the way his stomach dropped. He knew they would have to find out some point, but not like this. Not when they were making out and oblivious. It was too much.

The fact mike was queer always freaked him out in a way, knowing he was so different that he couldn’t even change it if he wanted to. Growing up in this house didn’t help either, the perfect polished and only son being gay? it just didn’t sound right.

The party much of noticed the obvious fear on mikes face, the slightly paler skin and wider eyes, his body and frozen. A hand landed on his shoulder, looking up to see lucas’ hand clapping him with a grin, dustin smiling in surprise, el already picking out thread colours to make the boys new bracelets.

“Maybe wait until we’ve left your house next time” Dustin teases with a smile, shaking his head fondly at the two boys.

Mikes fear began to calm down, his heart unclenching and beginning to slow down, seeing the smiles on all his friends faces. These people didn’t hate him, they never had, and they certainly wouldn’t over this.

“Love him?” El asks from where she was now sat, looking between Mike and y/n still sat close together on the couch.

“Uh— yeah, yeah i love him” Mike admits sheepishly with a thick swallow, giving a small nod of his head as he blushes. Here he was safe, here mike had the party, and maybe that’s all he needed. People who were just as different and weird than he was.

im slowly but surely getting through the requests i have… promise im working on it XD

[calcitecaterpie]

stonathan headcannons ⋆. 𐙚 ̊

𖤓 The first time Jonathan realised he liked steve he was disgusted with himself. He was mid fighting Steve when he realised he didn’t hate it as much as he should… he enjoyed it much more than he should. But he shouldn’t feel like this, Steve had relentlessly bullied him for years, and now he was attracted to the boy?

𖤓 Steve refused to acknowledge his feelings once he felt an odd feeling everyone when he was around Jonathan. His heart clenched and stomach flipped. But he shouldn’t like Jonathan, he’s a freak, a weirdo, one of the kids he’s bullied all through school.

𖤓 After Jonathan’s realisation, he started to fight back less, allowed Steve to punch him every so often, because all of a sudden he didn’t… mind it

𖤓 Steve pretended like he never saw Jonathan just outside his garden with the camera held towards his bedroom window. Every time he caught Jonathan he’d pretend not to notice, pulling his clothes off slowly and giving the boy a show.

𖤓 The first time Steve acknowledged his feelings was the summer of ‘85. Steve was working in scoops ahoy, wearing that stupid sailor costume with far too short of shorts. Jonathan walked in behind his younger brother Will, sleeves of his button up rolled up, camera hung around his neck and a small amount of sweat on his forehead. And steve was in awe.

𖤓 When they eventually got over themselves and confessed, they tried their best to be secrets. Using the excuse of ‘school projects’ to hang out, pretending to complain about spending time together, while behind doors they couldn’t get off of eachother.

𖤓 Robin was the first to find out after Steve let it slip, unable to help himself but start gushing about Jonathan, rambling on about the night they’d had together on the weekend.

𖤓 Jonathan started to ask steve to model for his photography projects, and as much as Steve whined and claimed to hate it, he loved it really. Letting Jonathan move him around and make him pretty for his pictures.

𖤓 Steve eventually told Dustin and Jonathan told Nancy and Will, but it took them almost 2 years to tell everyone else, a mix of fear and shame over their relationship, especially after their pasts.

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stonathan brain rot rn…

[calcitecaterpie]

Jonathan Byers has a pain kink and after realising he has a crush on Steve Harrington, starts allowing the other boy to pick fights just so he gets hit by him

[calcitecaterpie]

hiii! this is my first time ever requesting a fic yay!!!

i adore all your spencer and st fics but i FELL IN LOVE with sweet tears, the byler x male reader one, and i was wondering if i could request something along those lines? i don't have anything specific in mind, i just crave some fluff💔

sorry to bother, thank you and much love!!

movie night ⋆. 𐙚 ̊

pairing: byler x male! reader

wc: 300

warnings: none!!! just 3 boys loving and fluff

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date nights were hard to keep consistent especially when most of your time is taken up by fighting inter dimensional monsters. It’s made even harder when there’s three of you and your trying to keep your relationship a secret from everyone.

The three boys had been to family movie earlier in the day, right after leaving school. This week it was Wills turn to pick a movie, wondering the isles ahead of Mike and Y/n as he heads to the same area he does everytime. Eventually the three left the store with a copy of Back to the Future thrown into Y/n’s backpack, the three silently buzzing with excitement for a long anticipated date night together.

The Byers couch was a perfect place for the three boys to curl up under a blanket, slightly too close to brush it off as a friendly hangout, the credits beginning to play as they pressed play, the table covered in snacks.

“I missed this, haven’t done it in ages” Y/n muttered after a moment into Wills shoulder where he had dropped his head, his feet resting in Mikes lap.

“Yeah we’re always too busy” Mike says through a yawn, always the first to fall asleep when the all watched a movie together, the warmth of his boyfriends bodies not helping his tired state, or their hands in his hair.

“Because you fall asleep. That’s why we never watch movies” Will said with a soft breath of a laugh, throwing some popcorn into his mouth before turning back to the screen.

Even if Mike did usually fall asleep mid movie and y/n took more interest in pestering his boyfriend over whatever played on the small screen, these nights where precious, and something the boys quietly loved more than anything.

feel free to leave requests on my page!! might write stonathan soon brainrotted w them…

[calcitecaterpie]

why is every will byers fic i see x female reader…?

[calcitecaterpie]

something new ⋆. 𐙚 ̊

pairing: will byers x emo! male! reader

wc: 360

warnings: brief mention of parent arguing but nothing explicit! not proof read… set in 2000s!!

saw someone saying the need will x emo and i AGREE

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Will had a pretty small selection of music taste, only four cassette players sitting on the shelves of his bedroom. Most of the songs he listened to was because of his older brother, Jonathan, the music he would play when their parents argued, something that helped drown out the noise.

Despite the correlations will became hooked, falling in love with the Clash in particular, and he was happy with his selective music taste.

That was until he met y/n. He was a new guy who had moved to Hawkins High, someone different to most of the people Will had been friends with in his life. The boys black hair was a mess but purposeful, a few piercings in his ears which made him stand out, black jeans and band shirts which changed each day. He stood out in the crowded corridors and classes, always catching Wills eyes even when he was doing something as simple as writing an essay.

His glances and periods of watching eventually earned him a spot as y/n’s favrouite person. His boyfriend, more specifically.

Despite the differences between the boys they got on perfectly and were inlove like two stupid teenagers.

The pair sat on the edge of y/n’s bed as one of his record spun on the player, the sounds of a my chemical romance song filling the room, the title something will didn’t quite catch. It was different, something other than the clash and the mix tapes his brother had made him. But he liked it. He gave his boyfriend a small nod of his head, listening to the loud song as his foot tapped.

“You like it?” Y/n eventually questioned with a small grin on his face, pushing his black fringe out of his eyes as he tries to read his boyfriends thoughts, his fingers tapping to the beat of his favrouite band.

“It’s… different. Good different” Will finally confirms with a nod of his head and a soft laugh, his head dropping onto y/n’s shoulders as the record continues, listening to each song as close as he did the last,

glad to finally understand another piece of his boyfriends heart. His music.

[calcitecaterpie]

i absolutely loved ur byler fic!!! I have a request for a Mike x male reader

(this is set in like season 4) Reader is new to Hawkins high, they were an outcast like the party and became friends with Eddie. One day reader grabbed Eddie from their lunch table to buy some weed off of him and when Eddie got back Mike was asking about the mysterious guy that pulled him away. Mike was in awe every time he saw reader hanging out with Eddie, he didn’t know guys could be so pretty. One night Eddie throws a party and convinces Mike and some of the other dnd campaign members into coming. That’s where Mike officially met reader and they hit it off immediately. I haven’t thought past their meeting, but maybe they share a kiss and it’s all fluff.

party life ⋆. 𐙚 ̊

pairing: mike wheeler x male! reader

wc: 950

warnings: quick simple drug mention, alcohol mention, underage drinking, no big details!

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Eddie Munson was a name known by most around the school, no matter what grade you were in. The freak. The weirdo. The one who ran a cult. Any name you could think of to explain a metal head outcast, a pupil at hawkins high had already called him it. However when you’re a new kid who’s a complete outcast, you take solace and comfort in being friends with someone, even if they’re classed as a freak by the majority.

Y/n moved to Hawkins only 6 months ago, leaving the scorching sun of California and replacing it with the small town which was… far from normal. Him and Eddie had grown close through shared classes and a mutual love for Dungeons and Dragons, something that strengthened and solidified the bond between the two boys quickly.

They hung around together often, sometimes in school during lunch or in the hallways, or sometimes at Eddies trailers listening to CDs together, playing guitar together for hours on end. Eddie also came in use when it came to finding drugs, always having some kind of substance to sell to anyone who wanted it. And that anyone tended to be y/n more often than not.

That’s when Mike first spotted the boy. A dude he could’ve mistaken for a lady with how pretty he looked, the long hair and the loose clothes, the soft and perfectly built facial features. And the way his perfectly soft lips quirked into a subtle grin as Eddie stood up in defeat, carefully slipping a ziplock bag out of his pockets. But Mike wasn’t attracted to him… he just admired him, for sure.

Mike didn’t see the boy around unless he was with Eddie, never getting the chance to share atleast a simple hello or a quick and short exchange with the boy he’d been watching. And watching in a friendly way, not a creepy one!. That was until tonight. Parties were far from being Mike Wheelers scene, nor Dustin’s, but tonight that had to change. Eddie had been invited to a party, and somehow managed to entice the entire party into going together, the group of them fighting their way through the crowded home.

It wasn’t Mikes ideal night. Elbow to elbow with other kids from his school, most of them either on drugs or some kind of drink, absolutely wasted as if it wasn’t a Wednesday. His eyes scanned the room as shots were thrown back and red cups were filled with some kind of punch, observing the kinds of people around the party.

The group of girls who all looked the same and enjoyed making fun of Dustin, the jocks who hated hellfire, the theatre group who still found hellfire weird. And then there was him. Y/n. He stood on his own, refilling a red cup with some sort of alcohol, despite the obvious remains of a sticky drink covering his faint moustache above his lip. Mike heart fluttered in a way he hadn’t felt for years, watching him wipe his mouth with the back of his hand, his cheeks noticeably lighting up as they lock eyes and he starts walking towards him — oh god, y/n was approaching him.

It was the first party he had been to during high school, although he expected nothing less. People bumping into each other, the floors sticky from spilt alcohol, and music that was far too loud that it couldn’t be safe for any pair of ears in that room. But maybe Mike didn’t mind it all, because it gave him an excuse to slip out of the crowds with y/n.

His smile stretched wider than usual, his cheeks painted a soft pink as he listened to the alternative boy ramble on, only pausing to take sips from his plastic cups before continuing his stories and complaints about everything that had happened in the past week. He didn’t expect to enjoy it so much, to be able to sit silently and comfortably as he listened to the boy talk, a boy he hadn’t even interacted with before this party.

The night continued like this, away from the crowds and their conversations lasting for hours. The pair were sat out on the patio, knees and shoulders bumping occasionally and they laughed together, far closer than two acquaintances should be. A bump turned into eye contact, eye contact turned into hand holding, and before Mike knew it, the snowball became an avalanche and y/n was leaning in to close the gap.

It was everything more than the boy expected. Feeling y/n’s soft plush lips pressed against his in a way his daydreams could never compare to, the feeling of his nimble fingers pushing Mikes loose black curls back out of his face, moving it out of the boys’ way. The noise of the party drifted even further away as the kiss continued, as if they were made specifically for each other, their heads tilted and y/ns hands rested on mikes hips.

The moment felt perfect to the 16 year old mike, a goofy grin spread across his face as they pulled away, looking like a lovesick idiot with bright pink flushed cheeks. In this moment he felt complete, the acceptance of himself being queer and his love for the boy next to him. And for once he was content, happy to just stare at the boy, before pressing one more kiss to his lips, then a few more for good measure. And it continued like that, hanging out after school days, planning campaigns together, playing video games together and reading comics. All until one weekend where the sun beamed on their face, and dorky Wheeler finally asked y/n to be his boyfriend.

stranger things hyper fixation big rn🥹🥹 i love requests sm tho!

[calcitecaterpie]

sweet tears ⋆. 𐙚 ̊

pairing: byler x male!reader

wc: 516

warnings: seasonal depression for reader </3

also snow theme for december yay!

masterlist!

Winter was always a joy for the group of kids when it finally came. Snow began to cover the rural town if they were lucky and school was finally out for the children of Hawkins to celebrate Christmas. Snow was a rare occurrence, but when it came, the group of friends were outside more often than they were in the basement for once.

However for one boy it was the worst time of the year, the coldness, the lack of things to do, the rain, the misery. Y/n had lived like it for most of his life, the life of the party and beaming with joy when the sun was out and it was July. But as soon as winter struck and froze the town of Hawkins, it was sucked out of him. He spent most of his time in his small bed, his mothers pleading for him to just leave the house, eat dinner for one day of the weak and actually wash his hair, he stayed cooped up alone without any contact to his friends, as they all continued to live their life’s carefree and as they pleased.

It was the worst time of the year for the boy, alone and depressed, feeling like an alien in his own body. like he didn’t belong there. Unable to get out of bed to eat, shower or even change from his pyjamas into some sort of real clothes.

It was winter again in Hawkins, the snow beginning to fall and ice beginning to replace the water they once went swimming in during the summer. Like usual y/n was in his bed, his loose curls a mess and splayed out on his pillow, wearing the same pyjamas he’d been in for the past week. But today he wasn’t alone, today his boyfriends laid either side of him, a movie playing on the small television to serve as background noise.

Mikes hand rubbed random patterns over the boys ribs, his hand slipped under his pyjama shirt as he lays half asleep, Will on the other side of y/n with his fingers running through the messed up hair.

It was a side of him y/n more often than not refused to let others see, something he kept guarded and to himself. But his boyfriends felt like an exception, two people who still loved him even as they had to spend a snow day laying in his bed as he wallowed in self-pity and depression.

Wills arms held y/n close to his chest, occasionally turning his head to give the boys pale cheek a soft kiss. Something that spiked something warm in y/n and sent it through his body. He wasn’t cured and y/n knew that. Next winter he’d be depressed, and the next, and the one after that. But with mikes fingers replacing wills in his hair and back to the future playing on the tv it became… manageable. Something he could live with, something he could survive through. Because with his boyfriends either side of his cold and weak frame, he could get through anything he needed to.

[calcitecaterpie]

WAIT--- I JUST FOUND AN ACCOUNT THAT DOES HC FOR CM AND HP, WITH A MALE READER??? damnnnn

Where have you been all this time, bro???!!

there’s such a lack of male readers in fandoms i swear💔💔 here to help to the best of my ability 🙏🏻

[calcitecaterpie]

Spencer Reid X male reader having a sensory overload and crying in a corner (comfort)

I love your writing style also ^^!!!

too much touch ⋆. 𐙚 ̊

pairing: s1! spencer reid x male!reader

wc: 657

warnings: {badly written} sensory overload and meltdown, awkward spence, reader is overwhelmed by sensation, use of y/n

thank you anonymous!! feel free to leave requests on my profile

masterlist!

Y/n was home before spencer, a common occurrence in the men’s relationship. It was nice, and most nights unchanging. Y/n would get home to their shared apartment, get out of his work clothes, take a shower and begin dinner for it to be ready by the time his beloved boyfriend got home. By the time spencer would arrive home the scent of a home cooked meal would have already filled the kitchen, slowly wafting towards the front door where the younger man entered, the comfort of his boyfriends well loved cooking calming Spencer impossibly quickly.

Tonight was different. Y/n had been at work for at least two hours more than he would be on the usual night, taking more time to clear up the small coffee shop he worked in, being the only one on the closing shift due to someone having to suddenly leave. He had come home more tired than a normal night, clothes beginning to feel too tight on his long frame, the hair that fell into his face beginning to feel too much, scraping at his cheekbones.

He sat on the small sofa in the living room of the small, cozy apartment he shared with Spencer. His shirt was laying over the back of the couch, replaced by a fleece blanket wrapped around his shoulders, the water pipes too loud through the walls, the sound of electricity buzzing in his ears, the steps from upstairs sounding like a bomb drop rather than a casual walk. The movie on the television had become background noise as opposed to a distraction, the young man staring ahead as he trembles, thoughts too quick yet barley there at the same time.

The door opening managed to pull him out of his head, a bag dropping the floor, light enough to not damage anything inside but enough to alert y/n someone was home, and a clink of metal as a jacket is hung on the hook. The footsteps were lighter, much more of a welcoming noise compared to the loud sounds around the apartment that had been ringing through y/n’s ears.

“I’m home sweetheart” The voice of spencer carried through the small apartment, quietly walking towards the living room where he could hear the familiar sound of y/n’s favourite movie.

The man sat with his knees to his chest, a blanket wrapped tightly around his shoulders as he watches Spencer walk into the room, heading straight towards his couch where he saw his visibly upset boyfriend, cheeks slightly pinker than usual and his eyes glossy from unshed tears that had been brewing over the past hour. His arms reached around Spencer as he sat down, the sofa sinking under his weight, the only touch the younger man could tolerate in this state. As if the couple was telepathic, Spencer knew what was wrong, like he always did, threading his fingers through the man’s tousled hair and pushing it back from his face.

“I got you sweetheart, long day yeah? it’s okay” The man spoke as he messed with the others hair, holding him to his chest while wiping y/ns tears off of his cheeks.

The reassuring whispers against y/ns hair made the man’s trembling more prominent, a small cry finally leaving his throat as he lets his cries fall over him, clinging onto his boyfriend as everything becomes far too much. The long day, the amount of touch, the sounds, everything was too much. He held onto Spencer as in desperation, y/ns face buried into the other man’s shoulders as he quietly cries.

The two spent the night sat quietly together, a blanket wrapped around them as they watch a series together, Spencer holding y/n in his lap. As many times as y/n’s nights would end like this, overstimulated and stressed from a long day, Spencer would always be there to hold him, to wipe his tears and whisper gently against his hair.

And that’s all y/n needed.