#[muse; jonathan byers]

[fangirlandtheories]

I have worked at Starbucks for over 2 years now and I make the chalkboard signs for my store. While searching for inspiration on Pinterest, I discovered that someone made a Stranger Things chalkboard designating different drinks to different characters. While the artwork was great, the drinks just didn't match according to my opinion so I wanted to make my own. Without further ado, a baristas guide to Stranger Things drinks:

- Steve Harrington: We're starting off with one of the more simple to order drinks. There's no mods or alternatives, just a pure, sweet drink. Steve is a Caramel Ribbon Crunch. He's layered and multifaceted the same way the drink has separate layers. He's sweet, sometimes too sweet for his own good, but he's cool as ice. Served drizzled and well topped (if you know what I mean 😉)

-Eddie Munson: My best friend Maya works with me and introduced me to this drink and I can't think of anything better for Eddie. You get a cup of lemonade, add some ice, pour a blonde espresso shot on top, and voila: The Cigarette Butt. It's got a sweetish smokey flavor, a little sour, a little weird. People either love it or hate it without giving it a try.

-Nancy Wheeler: I wanted to do something sensible for Nancy but something that would also be strong for a badass like Nancy. We often say that Iced Americanos are the hot girl drink so I knew I wanted it to be and Iced Americano. As for the extras, I wanted it to be blonde ristretto. Blonde Ristretto shots are the BEST kinda shots so it fits one of the best characters. As for cream: Almond Milk. She's giving lactose intolerant but in a "I prefer almond milk to soy milk" kinda way. She's not pretentious about it, but maybe a little.

-Robin Buckley: I was going back and forth with Robin. I had multiple ideas but narrowed it down to two. Number 1. Iced Vanilla Matcha with coconut milk OR Number 2. An Iced Chai with brown sugar syrup and oat milk. Either way, both scream Queer and Quirky. I also get a sort of library soft vibe from her. I'm picturing tans and old books, soft pastels, those kinda things. Arguably that's more a Nancy vibe as well but Robin is light academia and Nancy is dark.

- Jonathan Byers: This is a man that listens to good music and spends his day taking photographs and getting high. He's a sweater and slacks, a wallflower, the quiet calm in a chaotic storm. He's a London Fog, specifically with soy milk. Underappreciated and sometimes forgotten, this is a true pillar in every way. Teas have always been there and always will be, much like the steady reliability of Jonathan. The flavors are gentle and when paired with the vanilla it creates something complex and delightful.

- Argyle: This brochacho does NOT need coffee. He's bright and colorful, slightly overwhelming at times, but full of zest. When thinking of him, I wanted to choose the brightest, most colorful drink I could. He's a Mango Dragonfruit Lemonade with peach juice and pineapple pieces. This drink is the Starbucks ocean of flavor, but the pineapple comes freeze dried in a bag. Remember: Try before you deny.

- Hopper: I was going to leave this as just the Fruity Six, but I can't resist. Hopper is the McDonald's Dad. Hopper is a cup of black coffee.

[babygirljonathanbyers]

This photo singlehandedly revived my Jancy muse after a slight hiatus SO if anyone wants to plot them, dm me 🫶

[noxturnallyevermore]

I just spent way too long staring at zodiac signs and I still haven't come to any conclusions on what I headcanon everyone's signs to be

Thing is, I know nobody cares about zodiac signs anymore, I just wanted to come up with headcanon birthdays 😭😭😭

[fizzigigsimmer]

Having been a camp counselor I can confirm, we were all fucking. I mean not me specifically because I was a nerd. Also partly because I’m black, but this is not about the rude awakening to color prejudice I received in my early twenties when visiting small towns in the middle of nowhere USA. This is about how when you stick a bunch of youths in their late teens/early twenties out in the middle of the wilderness, they’re going to fuck. Purely for the entertainment. When I tell you that in a single rotation of campers (ours was two weeks) there would have been a will they wont they romance - that all the campers were inappropriately invested in - followed by a get together, a messy breakup, and a it was you standing beside me all along come to Jesus moment just in time for the parents to witness on pickup day, I kid you not. We were our own cable.

That being said The Strangers Things crew as Camp counselors. Whose banging who in the club house during campfire? Whose kids are late to everything and always losing track of their things? Whose cabins are in a cabin war that has gotten way out of hand because the Counselors have beef and are acting like overgrown kids? Which counselor pulled the short straw and has to put together the showcase for the parents? Whose got the bad kids who are always trying to sneak out and ask their counselor to sneak them beer? Which counselor actually does it? Whose the counselor whose always trying to preach about what a messed up guy he was before he hit rock bottom and found Jesus even though he’s like 19? 😂

[filmdesque]

( new tag dump!! ) old tags

[aueternus]

you can’t win ‘em all. ⠀who knows how much longer i’ll lay on the floor. ⠀touch me til i vomit. ⠀i’m not scared of god —— i’m scared he was gone all along. ⠀who will take the fall? ⠀who of us is stronger? ⠀you’ll just want it more. ⠀if you could, you’d have fought it. ⠀but you know you’re not. ⠀from the start, they knew you were wrong.

[orchestrel]

im gonna get a camera and the only people who know that it was the same camera jonathan byers uses is going to be me and the nerds

[vihrago-a]

“there you are.” (for dayana)

❝  jon  ...  ?  ❞    her  vision  is  blurry.  where  is  she?  it  feels  like  she's  been  hit  by  a  truck.  dayana  struggles  to  come  to  but  eventually  ,  jon's  form  comes  into  view.  he  looks  ...  distraught?  upset.  hold  on.  is  she  ...  she's  at  his  place.  why?  panic  settles  in  the  pit  of  her  stomach  as  she  looks  around  and  then  down  at  her  body.  many  minor  scratches  and  a  few  bruises.  this  isn't  good.  she  looks  at  her  watch  and  the  realization  of  what  exactly  happened  hits  her  like  a  freight  train.  yesterday  night  was  a  full  moon  ...  and  her  stupid  self  must've  went  full  wolfy  mode  and  ran  to  his  humble  abode  ,  conveniently  passing  out  on  his  doorstep  when  her  wolf  form  decide  to  wear  off  and  return  her  back  into  her  human  body.  he  must've  believed  she'd  gotten  seriously  hurt  in  some  accident  and  didn't  know  where  to  go.  how  wildly  intelligent  of  her  animal  self.  [  THERE  YOU  ARE.  ]  .  she  must've  been  asleep  for  a  long  time  now  since  it  was  the  afternoon.  quick  ,  put  that  happy  face  on!  let  him  believe  that  nothing  suspicious  happened!  ❝  well  ...  good  morning!  i  honestly  don't  remember  how  i  ended  up  here.  or  what  happened  last  night  ...  and  i'm  completely  sober.  maybe  i  took  a  bad  hit  to  the  head  ...  ❞  she  whines  ,  rubbing  the  backside  of  her  skull.  this  wasn't  going  to  work  ,  wasn't  it?  the  circumstances  were  just  too  weird.

@jonbyers

[ladykailitha]

Paper Hearts Part 1

Remember how my posting schedule was going to be based on strictly vibes from now on? Yeah this is why. I have three chapters of this completed and only two of most everything else because I hurt my right wrist on Wednesday evening (I think I overextended my elbow and it fucked up the tendons in my wrist, because I've done that before on my arm and it feels like that).

So instead of getting more work done on stuff that is literally paragraphs away from the end of the chapter I'm having to tap into my backlog. Which is what it's for. But it is annoying.

I am also aware it's nearly May, but my muse was never one for sense.

Summary: Hawkins High is selling paper hearts to help raise for senior prom. $3 for red romantic hearts and $1 for pink friendship hearts. Steve hasn't dated anyone since the horrific breakup with Nancy on Halloween and so he decides that he's going to send pink hearts to senior girls who wouldn't normally get any hearts at all. When Eddie hears about this he can't help be intrigued. It goes against his very well curated Munson Doctrine. But as events keep throwing them together, Eddie learns there is more to King Steve then meets the eye.

Also a note: the use of the other's last name when it's their point of view is deliberate. As they get to know each other more, the more first names get used.

****

Steve was staring at the huge sign with a sense of dread. In big pink and white letters on a red background screamed the words:

PAPER HEARTS FOR YOUR VALENTINE $1 FOR PINK FRIENDSHIP HEARTS $3 FOR RED ROMANTIC HEARTS ALL PROCEEDS GO TO CLASS OF 1985 SENIOR BALL

Valentine’s Day. That time of year for lovers and romantics. That used to be him. But not since Nancy broke his heart by breaking up with him for Jonathan Byers.

There would be no paper hearts in locker this year. Not even pink ones. Nancy had well and truly blown up his life and she got to walk away scott free.

He didn’t know what to do anymore. He pinched his nosed and rubbed the end. He wasn’t going to cry in the middle of the fucking main hall of Hawkins High.

Just before he was about to start moving again someone shoulder checked him, sending back to the floor and all his stuff sprawling around it like some fucked flower.

“Watch it, Harrington!” the voice growled as whoever it was sped off down the hall.

Steve didn’t even bother looking to see who it was. It could have been anyone these days. His former friends. Billy and his ilk. Hell, even the nerds and geeks got in on the action lately.

He knelt down to start cleaning it up when someone else kicked his books toward the lockers. He managed to get most of it picked up when he reached for the last notebook. Someone stepped on his hand and ground down, hurting Steve and ripping the cover off the notebook, crinkling the first couple of pages.

He shoved it into his bag and cradled his hand to his chest. He looked at his watch and sighed. Lunch was nearly over and he hadn’t even made it to the cafeteria yet.

There was nothing for it, he had to get to his next class. He walked into the class room just as the bell rang, but instead of heading for his usual spot near the front he made for the back of the class. There were always a few empty seats around Munson. The guy was terrifying on a good day.

And Steve hoped it was a good day.

****

Eddie made to class on time by the skin of his teeth. He slid through door just as the bell rang above his head. He was about to lope over to his usual spot in the back when he stopped dead in his tracks.

He looked up at the front at the deliberately left open seat and back at the seat next to his with a raised eyebrow. He wisely said nothing as he flopped into the torture device known as the chesk. Dair? Whatever the hell it was called where some unspeakable horror thought to combine a desk and a chair.

Eddie glanced sidelong at his new companion. The recently deposed king of Hawkins High sat slumped in his chesk, head down, just staring at its surface as if held the meaning to life the universe and everything.

Which if Harrington asked him, he would have been told forty-two.

He pulled out his notebook and noticed that Harrington did not do the same. Curiouser and curiouser. He pulled out a pencil and settled in to avoid falling to sleep today.

He was taking notes and doing the assignment like he was supposed to when about half way through class the teacher called out to him.

“Mr. Harrington!” she shrieked. “If you are going to be sitting in the back, please have the decency to pay attention in class!”

A couple of kids snickered.

“You were talking about how the Fool is used to lighten the absolutely horrific scene above him of Lady Macbeth as she tries to get blood out of her gown,” he muttered, scratching his cheek with his left hand.

That was when the teacher and Eddie noticed the same thing at the same time.

Harrington was cradling his right hand to his chest.

“Mr. Harrington is there something wrong with your right hand?”

“I accidentally hurt it during lunch,” he said with wince.

The teacher tapped her foot and crossed her arms. “And why didn’t you see the nurse?”

“It happened right before class,” Harrington muttered, “and I didn’t want to be late.”

The teacher huffed and shook her head. “I will give you note for your next teacher, but you will see the nurse after class, am I understood?”

He nodded.

“Mr. Munson,” she cried out, shrill. “If you’ll share your notes with Mr. Harrington after class so he does not fall behind.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

He continued to keep an eye on Harrington throughout the whole class but whenever their English teacher tried to catch him out, she would fail every time.

When the bell rang Eddie started shoving his stuff into his backpack. “You sure you even need my notes, Harrington? That was pretty impressive shit you pulled out of your ass today.”

Harrington just shrugged. “Just because I was paying attention doesn’t mean it won’t bleed out of my ears with all the algebra and chemistry stuff I have later.”

Eddie winced in sympathy. “Yeah, I hear that. What’s your locker number and I’ll just slip a copy of my notes in the slots.”

“323B.”

“They got you on a lower locker?” he asked with a grimace. “That’s jacked up. Even Mr. Super Senior here got a top locker. Does the secretary hate you or some shit?”

Again Harrington shrugged. “I’ve got to go. I’ll catch you later.”

Eddie folded his arms at looked at him. “You’re not going to the nurse’s station, are you?”

This time it was Harrington who winced.

“That’s what I thought,” he huffed. “I’m walking you to said nurse’s station because it could be broken and if you don’t get that looked at, you’ll be in more than just a world of hurt, man. You could fuck up your hand for life and you wouldn’t be able to anything in that hand ever again.”

Steve’s eyes went wide as all color drained from his face.

“Shit.”

Eddie grabbed both of their backpacks and headed for the door. “Yeah, shit.”

Harrington hurried to catch up, hand still cradled to his chest.

“How did you know that could happen to my hand?” he asked softly.

Eddie eyed him sidelong, but the kid wasn’t being an ass. In fact he would say Harrington was being earnest.

“My uncle works at the machinist plant up the road,” Eddie explained. “One of his buddies broke his hand on the machine and refused to get it looked at. Guess how well that worked?”

“Was it the plant’s fault?” Harrington asked. Eddie cocked his head to the side. “That you uncle’s friend got hurt?”

Eddie reared his head back in shock that Harrington would even ask.

“No, man,” he said shaking his head. “He was goofing off, being a dick. Uncle Wayne always said that if you knock on every door asking for the devil, one day he’s gonna answer.”

“What happens when the devil comes looking for you?” Harrington muttered to himself and Eddie couldn’t help but wonder what this kid had seen.

Because he knows haunted. And Harrington looks like he has an attic full of ghosts.

Once they got to the nurse’s station Eddie waited for him. When the other boy came out he asked how it went.

“She says it doesn’t feel broken,” he huffed. “But that if it doesn’t improve over the weekend after icing at least three times a day, to come back on Monday and she’ll order an x-ray.”

Eddie nodded. “Right. See you around, Harrington.”

He had barely turned around when Harrington called out to him. “Wait!”

Eddie turned back around to have a piece of paper shoved into his hand. “I got the nurse to excuse us both.”

And before he could even reply the other boy was tearing off down the hall as if the devil himself was chasing him.

And after that comment he’d heard, Eddie couldn’t be sure he wasn’t.

****

Steve was curled up on his bed, icing his hand, staring up at the ceiling, and wondering where the fuck his life had gone so wrong.

Okay so he could answer that one, actually. Demogorgon ate his girlfriend’s best friend while in his backyard. While him and said girlfriend were having sex for the first time.

Yeah... that was all kinds of fucked up.

He still couldn’t believe that Nancy sided with Jonathan about him taking pictures of their first time.

So now Valentine’s Day was two week away and he was dateless, friendless, and unpopular. He wished he could just be called a loner. But a loner was cool and Steve wasn’t even that anymore.

He just had to make until the end of may and then he could graduate, leaving this town in his rearview mirror for good.

Steve knew that he would have to struggle through this fucking holiday and Senior prom then it would be smooth sailing from there.

He had all this money that he would normally spend on his girlfriends, but now he didn’t even have that. He supposed he could blow it all on beer and weed and then he could enjoy the weekend for a change.

Steve sat up suddenly, the ice pack falling from his hand to hit the floor with sploosh!

Now that was an idea.

He still had one thing in the school that was nonpareil and that was gossip. In fact, it was easier to hear all the dirty little secrets because no one cared if he was standing there.

A smile spread over his face.

That could actually work. It would be a great way to spend his allowance and it would be fun.

He got up and put the ice pack back in the freezer. He couldn’t do anything about it right then but once his hand was better he would formulate his little plan.

Steve was suddenly excited for the first time since he dropped Dustin off at the middle school’s Snow Ball.

He was going to make this holiday fun even if he had to manufacture the fun himself.

****

Eddie was pissed. A little at himself, but mostly at how Harrington was being treated.

He had to sit through lunch and listen a bunch of stupid jocks brag about stomping on Harrington’s hand when he was trying to pick up his stuff off the floor in the hallway yesterday.

They had been hoping for an actual break, but the asshole thought he’d only bruised it.

The reason Eddie was a little mad at himself for this was because he was the one that had shoulder checked Harrington. He had only been trying to get the guy out of his daze. Not send his shit flying.

And then to have someone deliberately stepping on his hand. Fuck. Not even Hagan ever went that far.

Stev–Harrington didn’t deserve that kind of bullying. No one did.

But he could see the twisted sort of appeal, though. And fuck if that didn’t make his stomach turn.

To see the deposed king and want to mock that? Want to dig the hurt in as deep as he could? To drive home the lesson that popularity was fleeting and that existence was a curse?

Yeah, Eddie could see the appeal.

But he wouldn’t. He might make fun of literally everyone and everything but his own interests, but to make turn that into actual cruelty? That was were he drew the line in the sand.

He went home feeling sick to his stomach. And of course Wayne picked up on it immediately.

He jutted his chin at the chicken and rice on Eddie plate that he had only merely pushed around with his fork.

“What’s got you so twisted around the bend?”

Eddie put his fork down and hid his mouth with his clasped hands, elbows on the table.

“I fucked up today,” he murmured. “I didn’t mean for it to go as it did.”

“What did you do?”

So Eddie told him. “I wasn’t trying to hurt him, but he got hurt anyway.”

“That does sound pretty bad,” Wayne agreed. “And as you say, you were trying to help only for it to go very awry. And since you didn’t about it until after the fact you couldn’t apologize and that’s what’s eating you up inside.”

Eddie nodded around his fists, his lower lip quivering.

“You’ll just have to find a way to apologize on Monday,” Wayne said wisely.

Eddie sighed. It was the best he could do. It wasn’t as though he could call the guy up or show up at his house. The first because he didn’t have the guy’s number and the second because he’d get the cops called on him so fast by the neighbors.

It would just have to wait until Monday.

****

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[babygirljonathanbyers]

No thoughts, just girl dad Jonathan Byers ™️

[rapturously]

✠⠀༷ ゜𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐋𝐒 & 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒.

regarding character muses and fandoms.

⠀˹ 𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐬 & 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬 ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼

all characters listed here are able to be requested for one-shots & drabbles. all are grouped according to that specific fandom.

✠⠀༷ ゜ 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭.

michael myers — (rob zombie & 2018)

jason voorhees

thomas b. hewitt — (tcm remake)

brahms heelshire

eric newlon / john carver — (thanksgiving)

the sinclair brothers — (bo, vincent, & lester)

billy loomis

stu macher

mickey altieri

richie kirsch

ethan landry

amber freeman

tiffany valentine

brendan kemp / steve — (fresh 2022)

jackson rippner — (red eye)

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✠⠀༷ ゜ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐲.

hellboy — (all movies)

abe sapien — (del toro verse)

prince nuada — (hellboy films)

the lost boys (david, dwayne, marko, paul & michael)

the yautja — (predator)

count dracula — (van helsing 2004)

gabriel van helsing — (van helsing 2004)

pyramid head — (silent hill)

count orlok — (nosferatu 2024)

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✠⠀༷ ゜ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐦.

bruce wayne — (the batman 2022)

edward nash / the riddler — (the batman 2022)

oswald cobb / penguin — (the batman 2022)

julian rush / the scarecrow — (the batman 2022)

selina kyle / catwoman — (the batman 2022)

sofia falcone — (the batman 2022)

jonathan crane / scarecrow — (bale batman verse)

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✠⠀༷ ゜ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞-𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧.

jim hopper

steve harrington

edward ‘eddie’ munson

henry creel / vecna

jonathan byers

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✠⠀༷ ゜ 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧, 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧-𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧.

dean winchester

sam winchester

castiel

lucifer

gabriel

gadreel

─┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄─ ─┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄─

✠⠀༷ ゜ 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

father paul hill — (midnight mass)

arvin eugene russell — (the devil all the time)

v — (v for vendetta)

eric draven — (the crow)

jesse pinkman — (breaking bad)

ellen ripley — (alien franchise)

david 8 — (alien franchise)

william afton — (fnaf movie)

michael schmidt — (fnaf movie)

eddie gluskin — (outlast)

leon kennedy — (resident evil)

lady alcina dimitrescu — (resident evil)

karl heisenberg — (resident evil)

joel miller — (the last of us)

rick grimes — (the walking dead)

daryl dixon — (the walking dead)

joshua washington — (until dawn)

mike munroe — (until dawn)

jim — (28 days later)

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[hornyhornyhimbos]

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐨: 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐲𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐲𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐛𝐨𝐬'𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Hello, lovely fellow sluts!! I know it's been a second since I provided you with content, so I figured I'd work overtime and give you a whole new week's worth of content 😉

Unlike last year, I do have a job this year. Meaning these might be on time or they might not... I am working my hardest to get these out for you guys though!

Anyway, enough rambling, onto the fics!

▪︎ October 25th:

Steve Harrington 🔪 Ride On!

In which Reader and Muse attend the annual Harrington's Honky-Tonk Halloween Celebration... and take the party back to their place.

▪︎ October 26th:

Luke Alvez 🔪 Wanna Try Out Some Freaky Positions?

In which Reader and Muse decide that next Halloween, they want to add an extra person to their group costume.

▪︎ October 28th:

Eddie Munson 🔪 House of Whore-ors

In which Muse sneaks Reader into their new job... after hours.

▪︎ October 29th:

Spencer Reid 🔪 Wax On, Wax Off

In which Reader and Muse find new inspiration for the bedroom while watching a Halloween classic.

▪︎ October 30th:

Jonathan Byers 🔪 A Nightmare Or A Dream?

In which Reader and Muse get a little distracted during movie night.

▪︎ October 31st:

Aaron Hotchner 🔪 Some Bunny's Been Naughty...

In which Reader decides that if they can't take Muse to a Halloween party, they'll just have to bring the Halloween party to Muse.

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[urhoneycombwitch]

Heyyy! Just a quick little request that has been TAKING over my mind. GN!Reader that LOVESSSSS photography x Rockstar!eddie. LIKE Reader will be taking photos of him whenever because he’s just so goddamn pretty playing his guitar. And Eddie will snatch film and shit for them. I’d like to think that they both have Polaroid pictures of each other. Bonus points if reader doesn’t like taking pictures of themselves but LOVES taking pictures of Eddie. I DONT KNOW I JUST THINKS ITS CUTE AHHHHH. if it’s fluff, smut, whatever, you do you! :D Byeeeeeeeee

as a film photographer myself i feel uniquely qualified to add to this tysm anon 💖

gn!reader, +18 mdni

Eddie absolutely gets you the good shit. he makes it a habit to visit the local camera stores at every city when he’s on the road, shells out for high-quality film cuz you taught him right and he actually listens when you talk about your interests!!

constantly surprising you with new gear. he’s never had money like this before and the fact that he can actually buy his partner things is so fucking thrilling. if his baby wants a vintage Rolleiflex with Planar lens that’s what’s getting boxed up for ‘em.

once you and Eddie settle on a house, he sets up a whole darkroom on the lower floor- lets you pick out all the details, hires a plumbing guy to hook up water so that you can do your own film baths. Jonathan Byers is equal parts green with envy and grateful that you’re willing to share the space w/him whenever he comes out for a visit 😇

before you, Eddie never really liked his picture taken, tolerated the ordeal at best- Wayne showed you an old photo book one time, groused about his nephew making odd faces and being squirmy in front of the lens even as young as 4 years old. you’ve made up for it a hundred times over, tho- Eddie learned quick that you wouldn’t take no for an answer when it came to your new muse.

you’ve got probably over a thousand pictures of him by now, in different states across the country, some on stage in full makeup shredding on guitar, a few that are widely recognized as Corroded’s album covers- but most are quiet, intimate. there’s this one you keep in your wallet, makes your heart flutter every time: Eddie leaned back in the grass on his elbows, soft sunlight filtered through the magnolia tree in your backyard, eyes crinkled at the corners and fixed on you behind the camera.

he’s got a bunch of you, too, of course- mostly Polaroids that are decidedly not for public eye. keeps those like a true gentleman safe in a shoebox under your bed at home: images burned into his brain by this point to take with him in memory while on the road. the soft shape of your thigh against a downy duvet, gleaming pearlescent with his cum. another of his hand wrapped around your throat, rings digging into gentle flesh under the blissed-out smile of your mouth that makes him ache somethin’ fierce just thinking about it.

there are others that he does keep in his wallet, more tame but just as searingly intimate, ones he’s taken after cajoling you in front of the lens or having won a tussle over whose turn it was to shoot whom. one of you with guitar cables looped neatly around either arm after a gig, nose crunched and mouth halfway to telling him off, irritation and fondness captured in bright flash. another of you stretched out in the front yard, one hand at your forehead to block the afternoon sun, the other resting placid on your stomach as you looked up at him.

“This one’s mine,” Eddie always says when asked about you, showing off the latest picture with a deep well of love and pride. he may as well start carrying an album for all the photos he carries of you.

[aueternus]

feel it cutting into me, the doubting painful knife.⠀⠀feel it deepening the rift, finally hit just right.⠀⠀couldn't take the love i had, so weak and burning low.⠀⠀but it grew into a weapon only hurting me, this i know is nonfiction.⠀⠀[ ... ]⠀⠀can you even solve the question with your abacus yet?⠀⠀can you even stop the rope from hanging him by his neck?⠀⠀did we really choose it right saying we're okay this way?

[ooo-yeah-baby]

Photograph

Yandere Jonathan Byers x Reader

I only write sfw, feel free to send asks, stalking, obsession, usual yandere stuff, the internet is lacking in love for him, I did not proof read.

"She's so beautiful." He thought, holding your crumpled picture above his head as he lay in his bed. 

Since the moment he met you he had been enamored. The way your shoulder felt as it brushed against his in the hall was ingrained in his head. 

"Oh! I'm sorry!" You had chirped reaching down to pick up the books the two of you had dropped from the small collision. At first he thought maybe you had done it on purpose but who would drop their own things just to make fun of someone else? 

"I'm really sorry!" You handed him back his papers, accidentally leaving one of yours somewhere in the stack. "I'm a complete space cadet today." You made some sort of motion, gesturing to your head. 

He was pretty much awe struck from that moment on. 

He never would have figured out your name if it weren't for that one finicky page. "Y/N L/N" written in neat, chicken scratch hand writing. He thought he should return it to you but couldn't find the courage to talk to you nor had he had the will to give it up for some reason. 

Conveniently you went to him looking for the paper. 

"Hey!" You yelled down the hall as you spotted him. "You!" You pointed at him. Confused, he pointed back at himself to assure the situation. "Yes! You! I've been looking for you." You huffed as you reached him. "Did one of my pages get scrambled into yours the other day?" He was kinda quiet, shocked that you were asking, it seemed. "From when we bumped into each other? A few days ago?" 

"Oh- uh- yeah." He sputtered. "I don't think I saw anything but if I do I will definitely tell you." He fibbed, clutching the straps on his bag a little tighter than before. 

"Really?" You groaned. "I guess I'll have to ask for an extra copy. Thank you, mm- I'm sorry, I don't think I caught your name?" 

He felt this kind of jittery excitement. 

"Jonathan." A smile crept up his lips and his hands relaxed. 

"I'll remember that." You held your hand out. "My name is Y/N." 

Such a small interaction, really. But for someone like Jonathan, who barely talks to anyone who isn't related to him or friends with his brother, it was like a light at the end of a lonely tunnel. Like a sugar rush. He wanted to talk to you more. He wanted to be near you more. He wanted you. 

But how could someone like him just walk up and start talking to you? How could someone like him even think these things about someone like you? 

Somehow though, you kept approaching him. You had plenty of friends. Was it pitty? Or did you maybe actually enjoy his company? Either way he was basking in the utter joy of your presence whenever youd find your way into his vicinity; or when he'd find his way into yours. 

But eventually just seeing you in school wasn't enough. He needed to see you constantly. He needed to see you when he woukd wake up and see you when he went to sleep. 

So, of course, he used his camera to capture your image. Sneaking shots of you while you were unaware of him, at school, walking home, at home, etc. 

His room was filled with shots. He had to be extra careful when printing so not to be caught by one of your friends. The centerpiece of his crazy, scattered photos was your missing paper, the name began going fuzzy from his fingers tracing the name. He tried to think of any excuse to tell others and himself that would maybe justify his strange, obsessive stalking but even he couldn't rationalize it. 

Eventually he began to accept that this was just normal to him. He was a photographer, how could he not take photos of someone as beautiful and perfect as you? You were his muse. His. 

[findroleplay]

hello, i am a 21 yo looking for an 18+ rp partner to write with. i can do semi lit/full literate rp, but i am not picky about the occasional typo or use of lowercase. my timezone is eastern usa time, and i dont expect immediate or frequent replies. i also wouldnt mind getting to know my fellow writer & plotting before committing to a team up. i love to headcanon, write/share fic & art & playlists of my muses. i have no preference for f/f, m/m, or m/f pairings, but i would like to steer clear of oc x canon for now. i use both discord and tumblr for rp purposes. please leave a note/interaction on this post if you are interested.

current fandoms & muses (*'s on my preferred/most eager to write for muses)

fictional:

stranger things* - jonathan byers*, eden bingham*, nancy wheeler, eddie munson

big time rush* - kendall knight, lucy stone

doctor who - tenth doctor, martha jones*, rose tyler

boy meets world - shawn hunter*, angela moore*, eric matthews, jack hunter

chronicle - andrew detmer

rpf:

slipknot* - joey jordison, corey taylor*, jim root

triggers/general no-go's: incest dynamics, first person pov, underage, character death

fine with: nsfw, fluff, angst, modern au's/texting rp, horror elements, genderbend/cisswap

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