#stranger things 4

[r0tting-r0se]

I WISH WE GOT DAD AND SON BONDING BECAUSE IK DAMN WELL WAYNE WAS SUPPPORTIVE AHHHHH AHHHH AHHHH

The Munsons

You’re my boy Eddie… Of course I was worried about you. 

My Stranger Things Art 

[mashkdemss]

New byler art💙💛

[bylertruth3r]

can people draw Mike Wheeler like this? And add that Will Byers reposted it, with the "I think I like boys" thing, do it in my reblogs if you want :))

first one here and here

second one here

third one here

fourth one here

[fyeaheddiemunson]

[ericaand]

Yall, I DONT EVEN KNOW THIS MAN. But I sure do miss this version of him.

major boyfriend material ❤️‍🔥

[mona-tiktak]

ive definitely seen a few headcanons where steve is secretly a huge dork who pretends to not know anything about anything to annoy the party and i love that so much

bc imagine a scenario where eddie, dustin or mike find out about it

i feel like itd be similar to that scene from b99 when holt tells jake about how he actually broke his wrist

obvs robin knows bc that her other half and she would absolutely fuck with them as well. shes a ride and die.

"you've known what we were talking about the entire time?"

"yeah."

"why are you telling me this?"

"because no one will ever believe you."

tho eddie would keep it a secret after finding out bc he would find the chaos of the reveal hilarious. like he finds out when he and steve finally get their shit together and is like "oh, okay. this is gonna be funny as hell." and promptly keeps his trap shut until the big reveal.

and he sets up little moments for steve to be both clueless and correct in front of the party that causes them to squint at steve bc either he's learning from listening or he just straight up guessed.

[frogfacee]

i think some people get too committed to the idea that will’s van speech was entirely a cover for his emotions, and we forget that he genuinely believes this is true for el. yes it was wrong to lie, yes he’ll most likely face consequences for that, but he isn’t just trying to let his own emotions out.

he believes that mike makes el feel better for her differences. he doesn’t know what the audience does, that that’s not true, because he wasn’t there for their fight that revealed that. so he wants mike to know what he believes to be true, because mike has just expressed that he wants el to need him. he doesn’t think it’ll mean anything coming from him. so, he shares what he thinks is true for el, and is made more emotional by the fact that 1) it’s true for him, 2) he doesn’t think mike wants to hear that, and 3) the painting that the speech builds to is entirely about his own feelings.

thank you for coming to my surface level analysis refresher. back to the crazy theories we go, now remembering and valuing will byers’ layered motivations. don’t forget the text in the midst of subtext 🫶🫶

[cringevalue]

eddie finds a puppy outside his trailer, all beat up and dirty, and he takes it inside to give it a bath and tend to its wounds. he turns his back for two seconds and when he turns back around, steve harrington is sitting in his bathtub, all beat up and dirty.

[lunabug2004]

Bruh. And people still think this is romantic 😭

What El had to learn from Brenner is that she’s not a superhero nor a monster and it is her choice what she decides to do with herself and her powers.

Mike takes away that choice (again) when he tells her she’s his superhero (again!)! Ofc he doesn’t do it knowingly and he does it with the best possible intentions but… no wonder El’s so upset at him 😭

Also I know she didn’t really have a choice but to fight, but it’s the contradiction of it all that makes me cringe watching the monologue every single time!

[ryan-waddell11]

Eddie every day of his life

[eddiemunsonsmum]

Just saw a gif of the boathouse Honeycomb scene and realized Eddie is straight up wearing a different watch than the one he throws Nancy.

[stevesgother]

Vows - S.H

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!reader

WC: 939

Warnings: swearing, toxic relationship dynamics, PTSD, anxiety/depression, alcohol consumption, drugs, hurt no comfort, angst

AN: this is NOT a happy fic. A little self indulgent / a way of processing my own past abusive relationships, and growing up in a household w/ DV. i wanted to explore a timeline where Steve doesn’t get a grip on the trauma he endured, and how he lets it consume him and his marriage.

The alarm clock on your bedside table reads 4:02 AM in flashes of blinking red by the time you feel the dip in the mattress caused by your husband crawling into the bed beside you. What used to be a warm, enveloping presence has since been replaced with a raw, calloused and whisky smelling one. He doesn’t wrap a muscular arm around your waist, he doesn’t place a tender kiss on your shoulder and whisper softly to you ‘Goodnight, love’ – he simply exhales a gravely sigh and drifts into a fitful sleep.

The memories – the trauma – that he thought might soften with the passage of time had grown ugly, sharp edges like jagged knives; shattered shards of glass. Nights and most days are spent drinking, you can’t even remember what his kiss used to taste like without the harsh sting of alcohol burning the back of his tongue. Perhaps they tasted like a drive-in movie; or lying shoulder to shoulder in tall grass – right on the cusp of a sweltering Hawkins summer. On the nights you miss him the most, your chin tucked into your knees while you hide behind a pounding door, you try to summon it all back. You miss him more than you remember him.

When it’s not Jim Beam, it’s Valium. Xanax. Klonopin. Those ugly, piss-colored pill bottles can be found in every crevice of your home. You loathe even the sight of them, recalling how Steve never actually wanted to take them in the first place. Now, you claw desperately at the proverbial rabbit hole you’re in. Dirt under your fingernails, no rocks or vines for purchase, while your husband rots in front of your very eyes. For years, you’ve waited for him to be himself again. Today, when you finally peel yourself out of your shared bed, you know he never will be.

As you’re sorting out the overdue electric and gas bills on your dirty kitchen table, you hear him finally start to stir. You work 50 hours a week, sometimes more. Steve collects a monthly disability check that promptly gets spent on booze. You’re shocked an eviction notice hasn’t been nailed to your front door yet.

“There’s coffee,” you say with a forced lightness and a tight lipped smile. It’s a coin toss every morning how we will respond to you, indicating how the rest of the day will go. Today, he grumbles and trudges his way over to the ancient coffee machine. Any optimism for a peaceful day is saturated with dread. More and more lately, you can’t shake that feeling.

“Why’re you opening my mail?” he asks accusingly as he sits in the chair across from you.

“Because, Steve. We’re 2 months late on the damn gas bill, they’re going to shut us off.” you sigh, having no energy for the incoming argument you know in your gut is about to ensue. “Do you want to have heat?”

“Do not start already,” he glares pointedly at you as he snatches the mail from your shaky hands. “How many times do I have to tell you I've got it?”

“Because you’re the one that works, right?” you mumble as you stand to leave the table, and you regret the words as soon as they leave your mouth. A heavy palm lands on the table behind you, making you jump. Stale coffee sloshes over Steve’s mug, the one that reads in a dainty cursive font ‘Mr.’. The matching mug to your ‘Mrs.’. A wedding gift, you can’t remember anymore from who.

“Goddamnit, why do you always gotta be so fucking smart?” he points a calloused finger at you. He’s standing now, almost toe to toe. The way he towers over you used to be intimidating, now you sometimes wish he'd just hit you and get it over with.

“You know what? I won’t touch your fucking mail anymore, Steve. I’ll let the heat get shut off. I’ll let you get evicted from this fucking shithole. It won’t matter, because I won’t be here to fuckin’ see it.” you spit and he cages you against the wall with a strong arm when you attempt to storm away.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?”

“Get out of my way!” you shout and shove at his chest. When he finally moves, you all but run to your bedroom and pull out the suitcase you used on your honeymoon to pack your clothes. You hear an indistinct shout, and the telltale sound of ceramic shattering against drywall.

‘Do you, take Steven David Harrington, to be your lawfully wedded husband,’

Your shoving of clothes becomes faster as your adrenaline starts to rise. 

“Baby c’mon, where are you going?” He’s standing in the doorway, sounding exasperated. Of all the times you’ve threatened to leave, never have you actually followed through.

“I’m leaving, Steve,”

‘To have and to hold, from this day forward,’

“You’re not leavin’. C’mon, can’t we talk about this? Please–” he takes several strides forward in an attempt to grasp you.

“Don’t fucking touch me!’ you shout as you feel his hands breach your shoulders and you shake him off just as quickly.

“So all this just means nothing to you then, huh? You’re throwing it all away for what? Over some damn bills?!” He yanks the suitcase away from you on the plush on your comforter.

‘For better or for worse, for richer or for poorer,’

“No, Steve,”

‘In sickness, and in health,’

“I’m leaving because you’re fucking killing yourself,” you shout with a sob, “You’re killing me.”

‘Until death do you part’

“You don’t mean that,”

‘I do.’

“I do.”

[bylertruth3r]

so do we look like them?

gay Byler and straight Byler

Nancy couldn't love Steve because she's in love with Jonathan, Mike can't love El because he's gay and in love with Will

[mysouliswithbyler]

milevens will look at this and say 'tHeyRe sO iN lOvE, lOoK aT tHe LoVe iN thEyRe eYeS'

Ah yes, let's look at the "love" in his very open eyes

[spicypickles115]

some really rich byler shipper should buy a bunch of plane tix to france and invite all the best people on byler tumblr to the con in 2025