#stranger thigs

[luckybyler]

So I just fund out that Finn Wolfhard won a Kids Choice Award. So, congratulations 🎉👏🏻!!!

[marinhosh]

Here, take this.

[luckybyler]

Did he arrive pre-burned or is that on his neck and chest an allergic reaction?

Mike Wheeler sat on the plane for four hours and twenty minutes in this goofy ass outfit

[steddieasitgoes]

written for @eddiemonth Day 9 Prompt: Cowboy cw: mentions of alcohol read on ao3 | link to my ao3 Eddie Month series

Eddie’s been in a lot of bars over the years, but none quite like The Lonesome Cowboy. 

Sure, there’s a wrap-around bar along the back where bartenders dressed in god-awful cowboy and girl uniforms shoot the shit with their regulars. Shelves and shelves of liquor sit on the wall behind organized according to price — the most expensive glistening at the very top. But, unlike the bars Eddie frequents, there doesn’t seem to be a collection of spiderwebs around those. 

Where Eddie’s used to dimly lit dive bars, The Lonesome Cowboy is lit up like a damn supermarket. Okay, maybe not a supermarket, but it is bright, is what he’s getting at. Warm can light mixed with the occasional flare of colored ones from the small stage in the opposite corner. There’s also a disco ball hanging over the crowded dance floor. A fucking disco ball! 

The ornate wood walls are covered in saddles and cowboy hats. A mural of famous country musicians stretches across the room, and American flags hang down from the railing on the second level. Of fucking course, a place like this has a second level. Rich ass country people. 

The dance floor is crowded with bodies, everybody line dancing to whatever song the band on stage is currently playing. A rowdy group hoots and hollers around a mechanical bull where a petite girl is hanging on for dear life. 

It’s so not Eddie’s scene, but he’s a good friend. A phenomenal friend if he’s being straight with himself. And as a phenomenal friend, he sometimes goes places where he knows he doesn’t belong, like this bar in Nashville. Especially when said bar is hosting Gareth’s celebratory engagement party. 

“I still can’t believe Gar-bear over there is the first one of us to get hitched,” Freak says, tipping his beer bottle to his lips. 

“M’not,” Jeff snorts. “He always was the most approachable out of all of us in high school.”

“Yeah, but landing and keeping someone like Chrissy?” Eddie whistles, shaking his head fondly. He catches sight of the happy couple on the dance floor, dancing hand in hand as they move across the floor. 

“Yeah, well, Gareth is many things, but a quitter.”

They toast to that before falling into conversations that jump from topic to topic.

It’s been a few years since the whole gang got together. They keep in touch, a telephone call every few months from the Freak. Postcards from Gareth’s adventures with his girlfriend turned fiancee. He sees Jeff the most since they share an apartment in Chicago. But nothing beats getting the band back together in one location. 

Before they know it, five songs have come and gone and the atmosphere in the bar is electric. Freak excuses himself to the bathroom (“‘M too young to have a bladder this shitty,” he groans before wading through the rambunctious crowd). 

A comfortable silence falls between Eddie and Jeff as they nurse their respective drinks — a standard beer for Jeff and a whiskey sour for Eddie that Gareth insisted he try. It’s too damn smooth for his liking. Though, maybe that’s just the guilt rising up like bile in his throat after he glanced at the price tag. Gareth might be picking up the tab, but Eddie doesn’t need to be draining his bank account liquor. Especially not when he has a wedding to plan now. Still, it would be even ruder to waste it, so he takes another sip and tries to hide his grimace behind the glass. 

Eddie’s eyes drift out to the dance floor where Gareth is line dancing up a storm next to Chrissy. He spins her around in a flashy, look-at-me sort of way that would be annoying if it weren’t him. It’s actually really, fucking endearing. He may have his doubts about true love, but Gareth has found the real deal that’s for sure. A fact he makes sure to tell him several times as the night goes on. 

Drinks keep flowing, music keeps playing, and before long Eddie’s the only one still sitting at the bar. Freak’s been summoned to the mechanical bull by some of Gareth’s work friends. And Eddie basically shoved Jeff onto the dance floor a song and a half ago to go dance with one of Chrissy’s best friends who kept making eyes at him.

Everyone’s fully embraced the energy in The Lonesome Cowboy, everyone except Eddie. He doesn’t mean to be a buh humbug, quite the opposite, really. Sitting at the bar is just more in line with his comfort zone. Especially now that the band is passing out cowboy hats to the crowded dance floor in preparation for a new dance they’re teaching them. 

“If you’re not going to join the fun, can I at least get you another drink?” a silky smooth voice asks from behind him. 

An astute observation that the goofy bartender who had  left for the night hadn’t picked up on, despite Eddie’s empty whiskey glass sitting empty on the bar behind him for hours.

A pretty voice and an attentive eye? Oh, I’m screwed, Eddie thinks, already biting his lip as he turns around on the barstool. 

Hazel eyes like honey glimmer under the warm light of the bar top, pulling Eddie into a daze. The cacophony of noise disappears, as does his surroundings. Vision blurred until all he can see is the bartender in front of him. It’s a wonder he manages to break their locked stare, but he’s glad he does as he takes in the man piece by piece. 

A frayed suede vest is slung perfectly over the man shoulder’s, just like every other bartender in the place. But it looks better on him than any of the others. It sits over a tight white button-up that clings to the man’s shoulders. He has the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, strong forearms unabashedly on display as he raps his fingers against the wood bar top. 

The counter is high, obstructing Eddie’s view of the lower half of the bartender, but it doesn’t take a genius to imagine what he’s wearing. The uniform in the place seems to be tight blue jeans and bedazzled cowboy boots, and he can’t imagine Mr. Cowboy Cassanova over here straying from the heard. Though, he is interested to see just how much better he wears the measly uniform. A man with those kind of arms definitely hits the gym more than occasionally. Eddie’s sure he has an ass to prove it, too. 

The only thing out of place on the man is the cowboy hat. Unlike his coworkers, it’s angled weird, barely pulled down on his head as if doing so would ruin his hair. And by the looks of the wisps of hair falling around his eyes, it’s a gorgeous head of hair. 

Eddie’s not one for Western fantasies; the thought is basically boner killer thanks to the hours and hours of Gunsmoke he watched with his uncle in his youth, but right now it’s working for him. 

Really fucking working for him. 

Jesus H. Christ! 

Mr. Cowboy Cassanova is a gift from the universe, and Eddie wants to take him apart with his teeth. 

“So,” the man asks, clearing his throat. “What can I get you?”

You. 

“How about we start with a name,” Eddie says instead. He pillows his chin in his hands, elbows digging into the wood bar as he looks up through his lashes. 

“Name’s Steve,” the bartender replies, a slight hint of pink to his cheeks. “And yours?” 

“Eddie,” he responds, watching as Steve carefully cleans a glass with a pristine white cloth. 

“You here with the happy couple?” 

Eddie hums, glancing over his shoulder to find Gareth and Chrissy surrounded by all their friends jumping and dancing around them as the pair do some fancy little duet. Gareth swings Chrissy around his waist before picking her up in his arms and planting a kiss on her lips. Shows off. 

“Why aren’t you out there with them, then?” 

“Not much of a dancer.” “More of a drinker then,” Steve states rather than asks. 

There’s no time to respond before Steve’s pouring top-shelf bourbon into his shaker. Followed immediately by a helping of lemon juice and simple syrup. Eddie watches, entranced, as Steve shakes the shaker in his confident, skilled hands. He flips it with ease, the yellow-orange liquid flowing into the glass. Steve slides the precut orange slice onto the rim before reaching for the cherries. Two for Eddie’s drink, one for his own mouth. Stem and all. 

The glass slides in front of Eddie with magical ease, but he’s too captivated by Steve to reach for it. Eyes glued to Steve. Watching his jaw moves as he chomps on the cherry, the slow bob of his throat as he swallows before his fingers are at his lips, pulling a perfectly knotted cherry stem from his mouth. 

Tease. 

Oldest party trick in the book, but it works. Oh, how it fucking works. 

With Steve’s big eyes glued to his, he reaches for the glass and takes a tentative sip. It’s another whiskey sour, but this one is in a league of its own. Perfectly measured and shaken. 

Steve’s not the only one who can be a tease, he thinks, as he brings the glass away from his lips and moves his tongue along the rim, lapping up a stray droplet that didn’t make it back into the glass. 

“Tasty,” Eddie says, tilting the glass for another slow drink. 

If Steve’s mere presence was captivating, seeing him with a smile so wide his eyes crinkle in the corners is damn near enchanting. Eddie thinks he could get drunk off the look alone. An impressive feat, given the high tolerance he’s built up over the years for booze and pretty boys alike. 

Reaching into his pocket, Eddie pulls out a few crumbled bills and passes them across the bar. Steve glances down, brows knitted together. “Your buddy’s already covering everyone’s tab.” 

“I know,” Eddie says slowly, eyes locked with Steve’s. “But I can still tip you, can’t I.” 

Eddie’s not expecting the bright laugh that bubbles out of Steve, but it’s music to his ears. Way better than the country twang that’s been playing on endless repeat for hours. He wants to bottle it up and save it for a rainy day. 

“I’ve got a tip for you,” Steve says, shoving the bills into his back pocket. “Next time you come to a country bar, at least wear a cowboy hat. Really gets you into the spirit.” 

“Is that so?” Eddie asks, eyes flicking up to the crooked hat barely resting on Steve’s head. Maybe it’s the whisky, maybe it’s Steve’s kind but intense gaze. Whatever it is, Eddie feels confident as he leans across the bar and plucks the hat off of Steve’s head. With a tilt of his head and his signature smirk, he flips it in his hands and up onto his unruly curls. “S’that better for you, Steve?” 

Something dark flashes in Steve’s eyes before they begin to dilate. Pupils blown wide as he leans against the bar, closing the distance between them until their forearms are touching and their noses are mere centimeters apart. 

With a tilt of his head, Steve brings his lips to Eddie’s ear. He’s so close Eddie can feel his warm breath wafting over him. It sends a shiver up Eddie’s spine and a rush of blood down to his dick. 

“You know what it means when you take a cowboy’s hat, don’t you, Eddie?” Steve asks in that silky smooth, confident but teasing voice of his. 

Eddie’s knees practically buckle at the sound of it in his ear and the closeness of Steve. But he holds himself together. Giving in now is too easy. The chase has always been the fun part for him. 

He pulls back just enough to be able to look Steve dead in the eyes and cocks his own head to the side, again. Plasters on an innocent smile that he knows won’t fool Steve because of the fire burning in his own eyes.

“Save a horse, ride a cowboy, right?” he asks in his own silky smooth, confident voice. And then he leans in so close that the brim of the hat bumps against Steve’s forehead. There’s no time for apologies, though, as Eddie positions his lips a breath away from Steve’s ear this time. “What time do you get off, big boy?” 

[hellcheer-heaven]

Hellcheer Shenanigans: Shameful vs Shameless

Well I was hesitant to upload this because of how Chrissy and Eddie are portrayed here (in terms of the joke and in terms of anatomy). After a brief discussion with @a-strange-inkling and @bisexualchrissycunningham they let me know that it’s all good.

[the-prince-of-the-deep-comic]

Page 1. Will wakes up on a weird island of sorts before being woken by a figure in his dream. El comes to check on him.

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[luckybyler]

Please tell me there's more than that

-_- that's it?

[quixoticall]

I was talking about tcgu but I'll take anything 👀

Well I will proudly say that I have been doing some serious writing on both To Hell I Go (which is my other passion project, a Western!AU) and This Could Get Ugly this weekend.

I even put a little sneak peak blurb under the cut as a thank you for motivation me.

[findroleplay]

hi, hello, hola, hey! 🪬 19, male, advanced novella literate writer, looking to write steve harrington from stranger things against an eddie munson or a billy hargrove! i prefer to write steve as the more submissive partner if nsfw were to ensue. i’d love to continue their story onwards as if eddie never (spoiler) got killed off and i’m very open to slipping them into different alternate universes and such. i write on discord & aim to exceed the character limit with my responses and hope my writing partners can do the same! please interact with this post if you’re interested and i’ll reach out 🐉

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[thegnomelord]

Gnome, my good man, what's your thought on a trickster spirit!reader within the cod monsterverse? Like, he can be a malicious or a purely mischievous spirit who likes to mess with things and play around. As all spirits are, he's a free one, and refuses to be tied down—relationship wise. Which would probably be for some good angst in regards to one/some of the boys pinning for an unrequited!reader. Anyways, I can just see him being an absolute menace to the other boys :3

Better yet if he's a regular fuckbuddy, but even during sex he's still running his mouth, making crude jokes or some offhand comment that makes his current buddy all "???". The only way to shut trickster!reader is to stuff his mouth with some dick or ride/fuck him so good all he can get out is a bunch of whorish moans.

Just.... thoughts on trickster spirit!reader 😞😞

ooooh yessss, trickster spirit reader like anansi that's very clever but also a fucking troll. Reader that's an absolute menace to anyone in charge, a giant pain in the skull that takes every word seriously, as Price figured out when he remarked 'It's raining cats and dogs' and trickster reader literally made it rain cats or dogs, or some general said trickster reader was driving him up the wall so he ended up stuck on the ceiling lol.

Also I absolutely love love love the idea of brat reader and brat tamer 141. Like, you're a free spirit, to try and chain you don't is about as good of an idea as making the spirit of the sea stay with the sailor who loves her, and the old heartless man of the sea can tell you how well that goes.

So the boys let you roam, they let you have your fun; Holding your gaze across the bar when you're flirting with a faceless stranger, not pushing when you shrug their hand off your shoulder to go grind dance with a person you just met, biting back and resisting following you when you disappear to the bathroom for a quick fuck. You're not oblivious of their jealousy, your kin thrive on creating these emotions in others, and quite frankly it's fun to see how far you can push them.

But oh, little trickster, they may let you do as you please, but that doesn't mean your actions don't have consequences.

MDNI

Eventually you burn away all their patience, eventually, the need to show you why it's them you always return to burns too hot and you end up pinned on the bed, or the floor, or whatever semi-flat surface is around.

This time you're pinned beneath Soap who's half shifted, big burly body bruising your hips with the strength of each bounce, sharp claws digging into your ribs to give him a good hold on you. The headboard bashes against the wall every time he fully drops down on you, the springs creaking and digging into your back.

"Fuck puppy-" You moan so loudly you're sure half the base can hear but you can't give a single fuck about it when his ass is so tight around your cock. "So good- shit, you feel- fuck, fuck, fuck- really know how to chase that bone huh- hm!-" Your mouth runs automatically, the your hands sneaking out of the handcuffs easily so you can grip his hips.

Soap is beyond words, animalistic wolf brain too preoccupied with getting your cock as deep in his ass as he can. His tail wags back and forth, wide canine tongue stuck out of his mouth as he bounces on your cock harder, thick thigs tensing to drive you deeper into his velvet soft depths.

"Oh no you don't." Gaz snickers and snatches your arms. He's much more graceful than Soap when he sits on your chest, leaning over you and pinning your hands over your head. "You didn't let us touch you, you're not touching us." He smirks, the tip of his cock laying against your lips, and you could be fooled into thinking he's a trickster too.

You grin and purposely clench your teeth, looking up at him with challenge.

Gaz clicks his tongue, keeping your arms pinned over your head with one hand. His other hand curls into your hair and tugs just as Soap clenches around you. You're in no way responsible for the whorish moan that falls from your lips, eyes closing and mouth opening.

Your eyes fly open when Gaz pushes his hips and shoves half his cock into your mouth. "There you go, got your tongue." Gaz chuckles, pushing his dick a bit deeper. Another sharp tug is all it takes for your mouth to close around his shaft, eyes hooded, hollowing your cheeks as you suck on his cock. Gaz's cock muffles your moans when you get a taste of his precum as it beads down your throat, your mind melting through your cock as the two sergeants fuck all that trickster intelligence out of you.

[marinhosh]

Byler hands?

ps: I have the headcanon that Will lives with his hands stained with ink, because I live with my hands stained with ink so he will too.

[nobodyinourstars]

I'm patiently waiting for Byler in s5 of Stranger Thigs. Imagine if Mileven's toxic fandom started reading Mileven fanfics and cried every night because the ending wasn't the toxic way they wanted, while Byler's fandom throws a huge party in celebration. Thats my real dream.

[cloudycleric]

i am autistic & i love stranger thigs.

[deputy-buck]

“Aside from insects and plants, I’d killed one living thig in my life. While mowing my parents’ lawn as a teenager, I’d accidentally wounded a chipmunk with the mower blade. Gritting my teeth, I’d cut off its head with a shovel. Even this mercy killing had bothered me. I’d never been hunting and had no desire to go. Now, shooting grenades at strangers in an unnamed town, I was kind of enjoying myself.“

- Nate Fick, One Bullet Away. (p. 215-216)

[p1zzabrainz]

*inhale* it wouldn’t make any sense for him to fake amnesia to a bunch of people he has only known for like… an hour at best? Idk time works differently for us and we weren’t expecting you so why would he lie to a bunch of strangers when it makes it even harder for us to defend him?

I think if he was guilty he would have maybe constructed a better narrative to protect himself with, he has little reason to lie

And if he is lying then welp, shoot my digitalized voice specifically (not the other anons they don’t need to get looped into this)

Also, please do inform me what did he do? It couldn’t be that bad right?

…Right?

-squidy

" ..Wow. Y'all.. Really don't know? "

" ..I guess I shouldn't be so uh.. Harsh, then. "

" There are a lot of thigs I could talk about, like how he tried to obliterate someone's livelihood and home with a giant laser on top of his tower... Or how he made Bruno over here to replace him once he was gone.. "

" But me personally -- I was manipulated. Tricked. "

" Like I said, long story. I'don wanna go into detail. Let's just get back home to Peppino. "

[sizzlingpatrolfox]

I'm not downplaying taehyung recording at jk's house but it's you who's giving it more important making it seems like he's done more for taehyung than for others and that's what I'm telling you that he helped everyone with the help THEY asked him for and not Because he himself chose what help to do. And apart from that help for both tae and jm jk watched jm's content than anyone else's so yes this one adds as an extra.

And i mentioned jm taking vocal lessons from jk is again because you're making it seems like he would say no to help jm but he did for tae when jm has been giving giving credits to jk many times he did for butter and he specifically mentioned in their Vogue or Wkorea magzine (i don't remember which one it is when they were LV ambassador).

I'm not giving you this points to tell you to prove jungkook is perfect guy as in love with jm cause if i would have thought of him as perfect he would have been my bias and jm. I'm simply telling you all that because it's you in every post related to jkk you're simply downplaying their bond and things he has done for jm while giving much importance to other thigs he did for other members so I'm just giving you the reminders if you forgot.

I can defend yg the same way i did jungkook here even tho i Pretty much does not like him now but i know for a FACT that jm's been hanging out and in touch with him more than other members so I'm not gonna sit here and let my disliking cloud me over and think he's jealous of jm Cause jm wouldn't been talking to him about human relations (jm said in his fanmeeting ig) if yg was jealous of jm...so if by any chance you're thinking I'm taking you downplaying jk as something personal believe me i can write the same post for suga even when i don't like him.

Funny how you think you can write long posts about jkk daily but when someone else writes you proving you wrong in your points suddenly you don't want to read which is fine by me cause my point still stands right there being right.

Okay, last one I'm replying. You think Jungkook is great and does great things for Jimin, okay. I don't think he's great and I don't think he does great things for Jimin.

I haven't forgotten the things you mention. I just do not think they're that big of a deal, is that so hard to understand for you?

In my first post I said "things cancel each other out for me" is that he was there for different members in different ways. You're the one making it a competition ("so yes this one adds as an extra.") and thinking that him watching Jimin on Youtube gives him extra points. I don't think it gives him extra points. I'm not denying it happened -I just don't think it's a big deal, so I'm not giving him brownie points with that. Got it? No amount of essays you write are going to make me put him on a pedestal because he watched Jimin MVs on live.

I'm going to link the post so you can re-read it if you're interested and see how I never said "he did more for this or that". I basically said that everything he did for one or the other looks very similar to me.

Please, don't write the same post about suga. Nobody wants to read that.

"Funny how you think you can write long posts about jkk daily"... I don't think I can, I literally CAN because this is my blog and my PC and my internet connection that I pay for. You didn't prove me wrong about anything, you didn't understand what I was saying the first time. You got a completely different idea from what I was trying to say, and tried to disprove me on things I never meant. When I say two things cancel each other out for me, I'm saying that those events mean the same to me. And again, no amount of essays you write are going to make me put Jungkook on a pedestal for watching Jimin content on live. He's online everyday watching strangers content on tiktok, liking and following taekooker's accounts and you aren't celebrating him for that, are you? He spends a lot of time very publicly consuming tiktoker's contents as well (which could be compared to reacting to Jimin content online), and I doubt you're writing essays about his tiktok activities the way you're doing with his weverse activities.

I don't even deny that BTS are friends and that Jimin loves them and would give up one of his own hands for any of them. You just got angry and defensive about me not melting and swooning over Jungkook watching videos on Youtube.