#stranger (affectionately)

[antlergrave]

when will the brainrot ever end

rewatching stranger things only for him now. there's something terribly wrong with me

[rogueddie]

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Steve just accepts being a walking doodle whenever his platonic soulmate and his boyfriend decide to spend the night. Steve’s a pretty heavy sleeper, so he sleeps through their nighttime shenanigans. He uses their arguing as a white noise machine, safely tucked between them both. The next morning, he'll find that both Robin and Eddie have drawn on him, played connect the dots, and tic-tack-toe with his moles. He's found several dicks and boobies drawn all over him, as well as several curse words written in different languages. The others, however, do not expect it, when they decide to throw a huge sleepover at Steve's house with the whole party. He just stumbles past them in the kitchen, trying to get to the coffee, and while also very shirtless.

"Good morning. . .why are you all staring at me?. . . What?!"

He scratched at his chest. Right above his nipple were the words: PROPERTY OF EDDIE MUNSON. With an arrow pointing to it, written in Robin's handwriting was the word: SLUT.

[lucabyte]

Different standards

[fifthnailinstevesbat]

thinking about steve in that first scene in nancys bedroom back in season one. thinking about how goofy and flirty and charming and playful he was being. thinking about him being like that with eddie, and how eddie would react to that version of steve. the whole talking in a silly voice, acting as that stuffed bear, the whole “bad steve :( don’t do that to miss nancy :( “ and “you are beautiful nancy wheeler”.

eddie plays dnd, even more so, he DMs dnd games, he stands up on tables in cafeterias and makes big theatrical scenes to rant about issues he has strong stances on — that man knows how to put on a show, and enjoys to watch one too. see: immediately accepting erica into hellfire as a replacement after seeing her go on one of her tangents, showing off her attitude and how she isn’t afraid to get in your face to get her way. he LOVESS that shit. lives for it. seeks it out. so when steve starts getting like that around him he would just crumble immediately i just know it.

[melonalemonade]

what the fuck?

[fadeintoyou1993]

stebe moments <3 (for the steve to my robin, katya to my trixie, tai to my nat, charlie to my mac @ayoedebiris)

bonus:

[ahhrenata]

still thinking about s1 steddie <3

[kitconnor]

STEVE HARRINGTON and ROBIN BUCKLEY In Stranger Things Season 3 (2019)

[chromaherder]

You know they’re never going to let him live it down

[d4jamso]

Byler sleepover ☆ (they got carried away)

(W/O shading☆)

[fishysplayhouse]

STRANGER plush's display photo on the Omocat Shop is so out of character and stupid.

My paternal instincts kick in whenever I see that startled little face.

That thing looks like it just fell off the bed and is sobbing, trembling and begging for you to pick it up

You smooch Omori with that face?

[jonathanbyersphd]

Who can blame her?

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Eddie was sitting at the picnic table at Forest Hills, staring at a stain in the wood as he tried to make a decision. It required proper, serious thinking, he knew, but no matter how hard he thought about it or how serious, he couldn't seem to make a decision.

"Ha-ha!" Eddie said and pulled out a coin. "This always works."

He closed his eyes, holding the coin tightly in his hand as he thought about his choices. Steve or Chrissy. Chrissy or Steve. Steve or Chrissy. Heads for Steve because of his hair and tails for Chrissy because of her ponytail. Eddie opened his eyes and let out a breath. He flipped the coin and watched it sail through the air before falling onto the table.

"WHAT - HOW?!"

The coin was standing up on its edge, neither on heads or tails. Eddie stared at it in amazement for a moment before picking it up again. He closed his eyes, let out a breath, and opened his eyes. Steve or Chrissy. Heads or Tails. He flipped the coin. It landed on the edge again.

"What the FUCK is happening?!"

Eddie sighed in annoyance. He stood up, pacing back and forth. He grabbed the coin. Surely, it couldn't happen a third time. He flipped the coin, and it landed on the table. . .ON THE FUCKING EDGE AGAIN!

"Oh, come ON!"

Eddie slapped his face, trying to wake himself up. This can't be happening. No, there were definitely forces at work here. Maybe this place was haunted by what happened with Chrissy here and the fact that she almost died. Okay, one more time. Eddie huffed and flipped the coin.

"JESUS H CHRIST!"

"At what point does this stop being funny?" Max grinned.

"Never," Erica replied. "It never stops being funny."

El giggled, wiping her bloody nose. The three girls were staring out the window in Max's trailer, watching Eddie getting frustrated.

"This is what he gets for eating the last cookie that Uncle Wayne made," Max said, laughing. "That was supposed to be for me and he fucking knew it."

"What decision do you think he's making?" Erica said.

"I have no fucking clue."

Meanwhile. . .Eddie slammed the coin on the table. Fuck it. The universe was telling him it was okay to choose both so both it fucking is. He smoothed down his vest and ran his fingers through his hair. He scurried over to Wayne's garden and grabbed some flowers. He fisted them both in his hands and ran off towards the van.

"Boy!" Wayne yelled as he popped his head out of the trailer, and Eddie skidded to a stop, turning around.

"Hey, can I borrow these?" Eddie asked.

"Well, you already pulled them out of the ground, so, yeah," Wayne said.

"Hey, by the way, purely hypothetical question. . .how do you ask two people out at the same time?" Eddie asked.

"Well, I suppose it's not much different than asking one person out," he said. "Just gotta be honest and direct. Steve and Chrissy?"

Eddie scoffed and stuttered incoherently before sighing.

"Yeah."

"Good luck."

"Thanks!"

He silently thanked the mysterious force that led him to the decision and drove off.

[gardensnakie]

Stranger after being mauled, exploded, chewed on, shaken, exploded, air punched, exploded, and bitten

[ancientbygone]

i didn’t do it, i didn’t do it for love; what did i do it for?

[sequel piece to kill the sparrow]