#stranger things season 4 vol 2

[jasontoddsmommyissues]

How I sleep at night knowing that every time a new Joseph Quinn project comes out, at least one of you hoes will photoshop Eddie’s hair onto pictures from it:

[mirkwoodsuperspy]

"i love you" is less powerful than:

"it was a seven"

"crazy together"

"it was the best thing i've ever done"

"not possible"

"it's not the same without you"

but all of these are less powerful than:

"you can't leave, it's raining"

[munsonslunchbox]

Rewatched Stranger Things S4 so I’m reading Eddie smut to make myself feel better 🥲✌️

[theautisticvampirearmand]

RIP Eddie Munson you would have loved anime you fucking nerd

[ryan-waddell11]

sassy little shit. I love you.

He is just perfect

[fifthnailinstevesbat]

after the events of season 4, steve just wanting SO BADLY to be friends with eddie. just LOVING the idea of them getting closer and having eddie as a friend because hell yeah! a close male friendship with someone that is actually my age, and who i don’t have a weird history with involving bruised eyes and love triangles? count me IN! and eddie is FUN, he is actually hilarious! the way they share the same glances of understanding when dustin is being an absolute shit head, rambling on and on about some obscure topic, expecting everyone to always be on the exact same page as him. of course. and, although steve suspects that eddie actually probably is keeping up with everything dustin says, much better than he ever could, he knows that above it all eddie can appreciate the antics for what they are, and roll his eyes with steve at dustin, i concur, you dustin henderson, are a total butthead.

steve just about junps RIGHT IN to being friends with eddie. hey man, what’cha up to tonight? wanna watch a movie? get drunk, smoke a bit? hey eddie, how have you been, man? he starts calling eddie up on the phone regularly just to check in, shoot the shit, he loves it! he loves having this new friendship with eddie munson and he loves how much the other boy has surprised him with how much he actually enjoys being around him. he’s not a freak, really, well ok maybe he is a little bit, but only in the best ways. he’s kind, thoughtful, and is always looking out for the people he cares about, which is something steve can really respect in a dude. but he’s also so funny? steve never could’ve anticipated just how much eddie has managed to make him genuinely LAUGH over their short amount of time spent together. and he’s really, out there? with the way he presents himself, the way he takes up space with these big THEATRICAL movements, leaving no room for regret or shame or god forbid embarrassment. steve isn’t even sure munson is capable of feeling it at all.

eddie munson is a good dude, and steve could use a bit more of that kind of person around him. he loves all of his friends, the weird little bonded family he’s found himself apart of, and they are all good people, but it never hurts to have afew more added in here and there. it never hurts to know there are more good people out there to find.

so steve is all over eddie, it seems.

at least, from where eddie is standing. nobody else seems as phased as eddie does at this sudden change in steve’s demeanour, in his interest in what eddie munson spends his time doing these days. it seems like, to everyone else, to steve, it’s just a natural progression in their relationship, after being sort of role model figures to the same group of kids, both being the two single dudes, who fought the same monsters together last spring, it seems nobody questions too much that they’d start casually hanging around eachother more. especially since eddie has found himself to fit into his own special spot as one of the group now after it all, after he unwillingly became tangled in this whole upsidedown-superpowers-supernatural-monsters and demons debacle, and tangled quite dramatically at that, the rest of the group that’s been with this since the beginning seemed to find no trouble in taking him in and seeing him as “one of them” now.

so, steve asking eddie to smoke, to watch movies, to go for a drive with no real end destination, it’s not really something that earns them too many double takes. dustin makes a comment or two in the beginning, because steve since when did you like hanging out with eddie? you guys are like so opposite, you don’t like any of the same stuff he does? and steve barely gives a shrug and a dismissive yeah yeah whatever man in response, with a signature eye roll, and dustin had said it seemingly also not too seriously, poking fun at steve wherever he can, not really meaning anything by it, as he fidgets around and rambles in the backseat of steve’s car, eddie riding up front. after that, though, he’s dropped it. it’s never brought up again. part of eddie thinks, too, that dustin would actually be enjoying that his two older friends are becoming friends themselves.

robin seems to be the only other person to look a bit harder at their situation, lingering stares at their interactions, all squinted eyes and eyebrows raised, though from her all this seems to be almost always and only ever directed at steve. eddie’s not sure what to make of that. isn’t he the weird one? i mean, he’s the one that stands out, right? he’s the odd denominator that makes their friendship strange. why would steve harrington want to hang out with Him? HIM? but robin doesn’t spend her time studying eddie to try and search for what about him could possibly have piqued the interest of cherished steven harrington, no, shes always looking at steve. like she’s seeing him differently, almost. eddie doesn’t even think that steve notices it, either, because he doesn’t seem to be questioning or doubting anything odd or strange or out of the ordinary with their newfound time spent together. and maybe, maybe robin is seeing him differently. eddie knows he definitely has been. seeing him more, intensely. deeply. human. seeing the person that steve is, as just steve, not this idealised version of a boy that eddies starting to question ever really even existed at all, or if everyone around him just needed to believe that he did, and who was steve if not happy to comply to the wants of the people around him for who he should be?

eddie likes having steve as his friend, too. don’t get it twisted. he loves how unexpectedly expressive steve is about everything, even really small things. steve LOVES to raise his voice, rest a hand on his popped hip, scolding the kids for something stupid with no real heat or malice behind it. and steve is, like, kinda bitchy too. eddie knew he had the capacity to be a real asshole when he wanted to be, that’s all he knew steve for back in the day, when he was back in high school, hanging around tommy h and the basketball boys, the jocks. eddie would spend his days hearing only whispers and gossip in the hallways of the parties at king steve’s house and the fights king steve had started and won on the court or out in the fields, only ever getting as close as a shove into a locker with the guy at the time, but eddie knew how it could go. he knew all about what steve had done to jonathan, what he’d said to him, the words he’d used. eddie knew it all. he’d seen enough, and been through enough himself, to know how these guys acted in response to guys like him, like jonathan, people who were lower on the social food chain. so, eddie knew about steve’s “mean streak”, if you will, but this kind of snarky bitchiness was something new to him. harrington was almost, sassy, when he wanted to be. it was less so cruel and more just, just sass. if he’s being completely honest it kind of blew eddie away, at first. he thought steve was one of those dull headed jocks who thought with their fists more than their actual brains, but that couldn’t have been farther from the truth. steve’s insults were well thought out, they were FUNNY, he was smart with his words. and silly. oh my god steve harrington could be so fucking silly, real honest to god goofball when the moment called for it, when he felt comfortable enough. eddie had caught on multiple occasions steve mimicking lightsabers to play fight with dustin, or the stupid fucking shit he would do or say just to make robin laugh, singing along to a song playing on the radio with a funny voice.

it was all a little, intoxicating, to watch. eddie didn’t know what gave him the right to be in on this now, to get to see this side of steve and better yet to be at the other end of some of his best qualities. it was fun, all the time they spent together, but there was always something else tugging inside eddie everytime they spent close time together, too. something, he knew steve wasn’t aware of. something he knew steve wasn’t equipped to deal with. something he knew, was him. was him, making things something more than they should be, because, nobody seemed to be questioning that they could become friends, so why ruin that? why disrupt it?

- robin and steve

“Steve.”

“-but then like, it wasn’t that I didn’t want to watch it I just thought, hey, y’know, let’s try something different for a change, but then he- oh my god he honest to god TACKLED ME Robin — I mean, it was so fucking funny and it happened so quick — and all over a fucking Tom Cruise movie-“

“STEVE.” Robin lightly slammed a hand onto the counter. She had been standing behind it for no short of 20 minutes, watching Steve as he paced around, supposed to be stacking tapes onto shelves, but ended up spending the whole time going on and on, and ON, about how movie night went with Eddie last night. She thought she was bad…

Steve jumped, almost running into a shelf and knocking down his hard work, and seemed to snap out of whatever trance he had found himself in after starting to tell Robin a story about something funny Eddie had done last night.

“Shit, sorry. Sorry, what were you saying? Were you- were you saying something?”

To this, Robin just rolls her eyes and let’s out a laugh, “You, sir, are goddamn hopeless.”

“Sorry. How long was I talking for?” Steve wandered his way over to lean his arms onto the counter from the opposite side.

“Oh, I dunno Steve, just about half an HOUR?”

“That is an over exaggeration Robin, it’s only been like-“

“Honestly, man, i’m concerned for you. You are like next level OBSESSED with Eddie. Eddie Munson. You do realise this right??? You are obsessed with him, Steve.”

To this Steve sputters, lazily waving his hands back and forth.

“No, Robin, what the hell are you talking about? I am not OBSESSED. No need to be jealous, alright, Stevie-Boy here can have more than one friend. Your spot in my heart isn’t any less special now that it’s beginning to be shared by another.” He bats his eyelashes up at her, holding both hands over his chest as if to cradle his heart.

“Oh my GOD! You even SOUND LIKE HIM!”, she playfully slaps his shoulder. “Steve. You are obsessed.”

“I am not obsessed! He’s just a really great guy, alright-“

“Blah blah, yep whatever you say, lover boy.” Robin quips, plopping down onto the chair chair infront of their staff computer, turning herself to face it.

“Wha- what? Lover boy? What the hell Robin, that is not- that doesn’t even make any sense!”

She is just smiling at him now, enjoying seeing him spiral like this. Steve let’s out a sigh as he puts his hands on his hips, and shakes his head, looking at her right back.

He opens and closes his mouth afew times, like he’s really thinking about what he wants to say next. Or like he has no idea what to say next, and his brain is not moving fast enough to formulate the next sentence his mouth knows he wants to say. He wasn’t obsessed. That’s not- that’s like- no. No he was not, Robin was just playing around with him, she knew how to get on his nerves. Get him all wound up over little things just to see him react like this.

After a minute or two, Robin realises Steve was not going to reply anytime soon, so she turns fully back toward him. Saving him from his spiral.

“So, what are you’re plans for tonight Steve-O?”

He lets out a chuckle and walks around the counter till he’s behind it with Robin, leaning his back against it so he can stand across from her and face her.

“Well, not really sure. Parents aren’t home, no early shift tomorrow, might drink afew beers, listen to some music, —“

“See what Eddie’s doin?” Robin finishes for him, quirking her eyebrows up and down as she does it.

“Oh shut up!” Steve just laughs and softly throws a tape from the counter at her chest. “As a matter of fact, yeah I will see what he’s up to. Because we are friends now, Robin. Is that a problem? Actually I was also gonna ask you what you were up to after work, too, but you know what after this I’m having second thoughts, I mean, the way you’ve been treating me lately-“

“Oh my god, you are the worst. Yes, I’m free, of course I’ll hang out with you dingus. You and your tweedle dee.”

Steve laughs at this, then tilts his head.

“Wait, does that make me dumb? Tweedle dumb?! That’s how you see me?”

“Yeah it is actually, got a problem?”

“Oh wow, she’s feisty today. Can’t believe you think I’m dumb, Rob’s. When you come knockin’ tonight, do not expect a warm greeting at my front door.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll take my chances.”

- later. steve’s house. to be continued?

[kaiminluu]

a little mood/background study ------ the beginning-of-season tension that happened in this house is historic and so loved by me

[foreverautumn89]

[ryan-waddell11]

it’s them

[stonathans-mystical-realm]

A special thanks to everyone who has supported my stonathan/stoncy/stonathan being dads to the kids' content. 🥰 Especially those who liked so many posts and/or discussed them with me:

@faithfulcat111 @glisten-inthedark @farrahfawcetts @roseteaasmr @stonathandreamer @idk2553684

Thank you all so much!!! You have no idea how much I appreciate the support!!! 🥰💕

And you all really kept me going when I felt like I was doing all this work for nothing. So thank you sm. We'll get to S3 and S4 but it won't be for a while cause I think we all need a break to refresh and catch up after all that info at once. That was fun but a lot at once. I'll let you know when we start S3. 😊

[adankrivervalleynearyou]

stranger things as character ai pt. 3

fruity four edition

[jasontoddsmommyissues]

He’s my sugar pie honey bunch and I love him more than life itself

[sbyzppp]

The wood of Mike's bed creaks as he sits himself upright.

“I’m not gonna lose you again,” he says, his voice again now just above a whisper .

“You didn’t lose me.”

“I did.” God. Mike really doesn’t want to cry again. Him waking Will in this state had been embarrassing enough. “Not for long, but Will.. I lost you. And I don’t ever, ever again want to feel the way I did when I thought I’d have to live the rest of my life and never see your face again,” he swallows.

Will’s expression softens. He opens and closes his mouth a few times, but nothing comes out.

They sit in silence for a while, both of their gazes fixed on whatever’s in front of them, and nothing but the subtle sound of the clock ticking on the other side of Mike’s room.

Say something, damn it.

Mike finally breaks the silence. “I’m sorry Will, I’m– I didn’t mean to—”

“No, stop.” Will’s eyes don’t meet Mike’s. “I know. It’s not an easy decision. But I- I trust myself. And I trust El. We’re prepared. You don’t need to worry about me, okay?”

Mike digs the heels of his palms into his eyes, breathing deeply as he attempts to calm his mind before he has a literal heart attack. Will shuffles closer, the bed creaking as he does so, and now Will’s warm fingers are wrapping around Mike’s wrists, pulling his hands away from his eyes.

“Look at me,” Will says. His index finger is hooked under Mike’s chin now, carefully tugging his face in his direction so that Mike’s forced to look at him.

Their eyes meet. “Do you trust me?” Will’s voice has dropped to just below a whisper.

Mike swallows, taking in the current effortlessly captivating sight of his best friend, who’s totally not what couldn’t be more than 3 inches from his face right now.

The way the moonlight seeping through the window illuminates his face, highlighting the slope of his nose, the curve of his jaw, the way his long lashes cast a shadow on his cheekbones, the tiny, barely visible blemishes that scatter along his skin, that you would only be able to see if you were this close.

His hair is messy, a bit overgrown and sticking up every which way from the tossing and turning Mike knows he’s been doing all night.

And Jesus, Mike wants to– no, he needs to kiss him. He’s currently doing everything in his power, using the last of the self control he has left in his body right now not to lean in and capture Will’s lips in his own.

“Yes,” Mike responds, but the word barely passes his lips. He might as well have not said it in the first place.

A beat passes, Will’s hand sort of lingering there, and Mike swears he sees Will’s eyes glance somewhere below his nose for a split second, and then—

“You’re so beautiful."

[munsonslunchbox]

Asks are open

Hey all! Just wanted to mention that my inbox is open for blurbs and one shots right now!!

-A

[bluescluesboos]

Go For It, Mayfield!

[hellfirebarnes]

Steve could hear the distant shouts of his name, crying out for him. But even when the blurry silhouette of Robin came into view her voice sounded muffled. As if he was underwater.

He felt her gripping his hand, but what he knew was a tight squeeze felt like a fleeting touch. As if he had several pairs of thick gloves on.

There were other voices, frantic, but he couldn’t make out who it was. Or what they were saying. The drumming in his ear overpowered everything else. And the way his chest cramped as he tried to get air into his lungs while blood oozed from the corner of his mouth took away his motivation to try and make out their words.

His vision got blurrier, and he didn’t know if it were his eyelids slowly closing or blood getting into his eyes from the gushing wound on his head.

It felt like he was falling, sinking, but somehow it felt peaceful. And the continuous cries of his name from his panicked friends got further away. He couldn’t feel their touches anymore, not even the way Nancy shook him in an attempt to keep him awake.

But then, he heard his name again. And it gave him the same feeling as when he was younger and his mom called out his name to wake him up for school. It was stirring him in the same way, and although it felt heavy to open his eyelids - it didn’t feel impossible anymore.

He was met by the sky. The normal sky. With white fluffy clouds and a near blinding sun shining down on him. He could barely remember the last time he had seen it.

And when he sat up, there wasn’t any blood or wounds. Not even any aching. Muscles that had caused him pain for years felt relaxed, and the constant pounding in his head was gone.

He recognised the street he was laying on. It was the same one where the demodog had creeped up on him while he was fighting off bats from getting to Dustin.

But it wasn’t the same as it was then. It looked like it had all those years before. Before the upside down. Before Vecna. Before the feeling of claws and teeth tearing at his flesh, and him gasping for air when Nancy shot the assailant. It was the old Hawkins.

He stood to look around, taking in the things he thought he would never experience again. The green grass, houses still intact. And he could smell the trees and flowers blooming into spring. His favourite time of year. But there was no sight of his friends. No sounds other than the birds chirping happily.

Until footsteps came from behind him, closing in a fair bit before he picked up on it. And when he spun around, ready to face another enemy, his heart caught in his throat. Of all the things he had managed to imagine he would meet - this was nowhere near any of them.

Steve stumbled forward a couple of steps, taking in every little detail. From the beat up reeboks to the all too familiar vest and leather jacket combo. Then his eyes landed on the face, more specifically the stupid grin. And his lips parted in a gasp. He couldn’t tell if it was from relief of shock, or maybe both.

The haunting images that had occupied his mind since the last time they faced Vecna quickly vanished under the warmth of that smile. A smile he hadn’t fully realised how much he missed. Or known how safe it made him feel.

Eddie’s smile somehow grew when he spoke, “Where have you been, Harrington?”

—rushed and absolutely not proofread—