#Stranger Things Season 4

[moonstruckme]

Idk if you’ve done anything like this before but maybe reader who’s feeling insecure in her swimsuit with Steve 🩵

cw: reader's swimsuit is compared to underwear, reader is insecure about her body, Steve is a silly boy

Steve Harrington x fem!reader ♡ 735 words

From beneath the surface of the water, you hear a voice. Deep, resonant. Your heart skips pleasantly as you kick upwards. 

You crest the surface to find Steve halfway to you. He’s squinting in the sun, one hand brought up to shade his face. There’s something indescribably but undeniably handsome to you about Steve’s frown. It brings those ultra-expressive brows of his down and together, causing his lips to purse and his jaw—you don’t know how, but you swear—to appear more defined. Or maybe it’s just that there’s usually a sort of exasperated care about the look, and you like to think that care could be directed at you.

“Hey,” you say, the word curving with your smile. “What’re you doing here?”

“Looking for you.” He crouches by the edge of the pool, leaning down for a kiss. Afterwards, you set your chin on your crossed arms to look up at him, lips buzzing. Steve touches your face with a finger, unsticking a piece of hair that’s become slicked to your cheek and combing it back in with the rest. “They’re showing Jaws at the movies for a buck a piece. You wanna go?” 

“Right now?” 

“In an hour. Plenty of time to get dried off and grab snacks.” 

You kick your legs idly, pondering. Really, nothing sounds better to your sun-warmed brain than showering and putting on some comfortable clothes to go sit in a dark room. Steve will probably have you half in his lap by the end credits, too, it being a scary movie. 

“Sure,” you say. “Want to hang out here while I rinse off and stuff?” 

Steve grins; it’s nearly as handsome as his frown, enough to send your stomach into fits. “Sounds good to me.” He reaches for your hands to help you out. 

You start to take them automatically, but hesitate. You and Steve are pretty comfortable with each other, but you haven’t had your clothes off in front of him. The bikini you have on now is really no different than underwear. You glance down at the body currently distorted by rippling pool water, insecure.

“What’s up?” Steve asks at your pause. 

You feel trapped. There’s really no way out of this for you. You could ask him to go inside so he doesn’t see you and you know he’d do it, but that feels worse. The only thing scarier than him seeing you like this might be confessing how worried you are that he won’t like what he sees. 

If Steve isn’t acting like it’s a big deal, you decide, neither will you. 

“Nothing,” you say, putting your hands in his. Steve hauls you out of the water without another delay. 

It’s not a pretty process. Your back bends forward as you emerge, tummy sticking out and water streaming off you. In your mind it glistens most obviously in the places you’d like not to show, the rolls and curvatures you’d rather Steve’s eyes sailed past unseeingly. You get one knee up onto the warm tiles surrounding the pool, letting his hands go so you can crawl the rest of the way up on your own. As you straighten, you fight hard not to bend your shoulders and cross your arms over yourself. 

But Steve has already turned away. Not in repulsion or some attempt at preserving your modesty, just to grab the towel you’d set nearby. He wraps it around your shoulders. 

Your stomach flips at the appreciative glance you catch him dropping to your chest. Steve notices you noticing; his cheekbones tinge a pretty pink. 

“Sorry,” he says hastily. 

You wrap the towel around yourself, feeling rather flushed yourself. “It’s okay.” 

“I just, I—you know, we haven’t—” 

“I know,” you say. “It’s fine.” 

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” You’ve never seen Steve so flustered. It makes it difficult to feel very self-conscious yourself, a laugh bubbling in the back of your throat. “Like, if you don’t want me to see, but you’re—you—obviously, you’re--” He gestures helplessly at your body, now mostly covered by the towel, then looks like he regrets that, too. “Shit. I’m sorry. I’m going to go inside, okay?” 

“Okay.” Your smile is irrepressible, now. “Steve, it’s really fine. You’re good.” “You go shower.” Steve turns around, walking face-first into your back door. He continues talking as though this doesn’t register. “I’ll be in the kitchen, just—not thinking about—uh, yeah.”

[periwinkle-berries]

I made the freaks kiss.

What I imagine would happen if Kurt Kunkle ever got Eddie Munson as a passenger.

Or… modern AU where Steve works as a ride-share driver and uses the alias Kurt to off people on live. Not Eddie though.

[miwiromantics]

woke up and remembered that there's a possibility 'smalltown boy' will become the new 'running up that hill' next season

[delicatetigerobject]

"They tell me I'm a god, I'm lost in the façade

Six feet off the ground at all times,

I think I'm feelin' odd

No matter what I make, they never see mistakes

Makin' so much bread, I don't care that they're just being fake

They tell me they're below me, I act like I'm above

The people blend together, but I would be lost without their love

Can you heal me? Have I gained too much?

When you become untouchable, you're unable to touch

Is there a real me? Pop the champagne

It hurts me just to think, and I don't do pain

...

Lay still, restless

Losing sleep while I lose my mind

All thrill, no stress

All my muses left behind

World is below

So high up, I'm near-divine

Lean in, let go

I feel fear for the very last time"

was listening to 'My Ordinary Life' by The Living Tombstone and it made me think of Stranger Things!! :)

[orangechickenpillow]

yyyyeah they love each other so much im gonna be sick

[notaqueenakhaleesi]

Okay but here’s the thing… in fanfic you can say whatever you want but in canon in the show why does he throw his shirt at Eddie though??

[goregraham]

sweet boy

[trashpocket]

commissioned by @/lynnndias from twitter! its robin and nancy going through a yearbook :3 the sweet girlfriends

[sirfrogthe3rd]

"If an artist falls in love with you, you can never die."

[mischieviem]

Was thinking of them

[imjustanasshole]

mike s3: i mean, what did you think, really? that we were never gonna get girlfriends? that we were just gonna sit around in my basement all day and play games for the rest of our lives? >:(

mike s4: wait a minute... can we play games for the rest of our lives?

mike s5 (probably): omg, Will!!! we CAN sit around in my basement all day and play games for the rest of our lives!!! it's called 'gay marriage' and-

[adeliadrawstuff]

Talkin' and Bondin' about bats.

[periwinkle-berries]

Beach day! 🏖️

“Hey, Eddie, can you get my back?”

Sometimes I remember that they are only like 19-20 and they probably do what 19-20 year old boys do.

[miwiromantics]

It makes me visibily sick to remember that Joyce byers thought her son was a victim of a hate crime when he went missing. She was terrified that something horrible happened to her son in their conservative town.

It makes me throw up when I think about how Jonathan even checked the trunk of lonnie’s car because he knew he was capable of doing horrible things to his brother. Even thought Will wasn’t there, just the fact that he had to check is sickening enough.

It’s sick that people think the boy that has been subjected to abuse and hatred by his own father, his classmates and entire town is a crybaby for wanting to play with his friends. It’s just disgusting.

[littlebreakinthechain]

thinking about how similar they made el and will look in season 4 i cannot get over how glaringly obvious this is

im sure it was also to show how el has become a part of the byers family but still this is crazy to do

[inh4wkins]

|| Eddie Munson mood board 🦇 ||