#st s4

[ang3lhqlo]

will and el bonding in california

[jadesessence]

when rewatching the van scene, i noticed that when will is speaking, mike does that wide-eyed thing with his eyebrows raised. when will mentions or relates the painting to el, his face falls flat again. might be a reach but man is that a choice for an actor

[pictureof-you]

Byler nation does someone have a s4 rewrite byler fic pretty please (like starting at the airport or something like that) where Mike and Will actually talk and mike gets his shit together without getting interrupted??

[merlinssword]

I lowkey have the season 4 Mike wheeler haircut

[cora5tl0u]

𓇼˚⁺｡° eddie headcanons-summer edition pt2 !! ˚⋆𓇼˚

-eddie spends his entire summer preparing a new D&D campaign for september and it's all he ever talks about

-during summer break Corroded Coffin participates to a lot of shitty festivals, which you always attend in order to support eddie

-when your shift finishes late at night, he always picks you up and drives you home

-eddie often tries to be as quiet as possible when he climbs through your bedroom window at night, but just as often, he ends up making a lot of noises

-he's the kind of person to be absolutely terrible at sports, anytime you want him to join you outside he pretends his ankle hurts and that he would much rather watch you play anyways

-he never wore his hair up before meeting you, even when going through the worst heatwave, eddie would still have his long rocker hair down

hope u liked this one ˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢

i wanna try writing those sort of short fanfics instead of always listing headcanons just like i did here! working on it..՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯

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[cora5tl0u]

⋆.˚ 𓇼 some more eddie headcanons: Summer Edition ☀︎༄.°

-Eddie doesn't have a summer job, he just sells weed to kids and eventually earn 10 bucks here and there from mowing the grass for Wayne

-He spends his days sleeping and goes out when night starts to come

-On some days he'll force himself to wake up early (by early he means 1pm) and will hang out with you at your summer job

-This man will not drink a single glass of water but will make sure you're hydrated all day, all night

-When Eddie finally agrees to go to the Hawkins Community Pool with you he ends up swimming like a puppy trying to save his life

-In Summer, Eddie loves taking you on late night drives with music blasting. The both of you always end up making out in the middle of an empty parking

⋆˚࿔ i haven't written anything in a while wow sorry! i'm officially back ⋆˚࿔

[cupidlikesspookythings]

I just finished s4 of stranger things for the first time

I am

crying

[sharkbitewrites]

💘and 💝 with steve plss

“Steve.” You whisper, your voice a bit raspy from having just woken up. The power must have gone out last night, because Steve’s alarm clock is blinking ‘00:00.’ When you look at the watch sitting on your nightstand, the arms tell you it’s 7:22AM.

“Steve, honey. You gotta wake up.” You say a bit louder this time, gently shaking his shoulder to no avail. “You have to get to work.” You continue, pressing kisses along his shoulder, which still does absolutely nothing to help wake your husband.

Steve secured his job as a coach and teacher, which he’s incredibly proud of. He loves getting to teach kids how to hit and catch a ball, he also doesn’t mind teaching them about how babies are made (but he’d rather not if he had a choice). The thing is, he’s often late to work because when he’s in his bed with his wife beside him, he can’t help but want to stay there all day long. It’s an absolute gift from god himself that he doesn’t have a class to teach first period.

“You’re gonna be late. Again.” You mumble, stretching your limbs before shaking Steve once again. This time, he stirs, but only lets out a soft groan before he’s fast asleep once again.

You sigh quietly, smiling despite how much Steve Harrington gets on your nerves when he refuses to wake up.

“Steeeeveeee.” You hum softly, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. Steve opens one eye, but quickly closes it, hoping that you didn’t see it. “I saw that.” You say while rolling your eyes, leaning down to kiss him once again.

This time, he brings a hand up and cradles the back of your head, rolling until you’re laying on top of him. You try to pull away, but his lips follow yours, a near inaudible laugh leaving your mouth as you entertain him for a moment longer.

“Ste–” A sigh as he presses his lips to yours again. “Babe, you really have to go to work. You’re supposed to be there…” You check the watch again. “Twenty-five minutes ago.” You continue speaking against his lips. You really do try to be the voice of reason, but it’s so, so hard when Steve is completely insatiable.

“I’ll just call in today.” He mumbles softly, which is what he says just about every morning.

“No, you won’t just call in. You’re going to work, Steven.” You finally pull away, slightly flushed and breathing just a bit heavier.

Steve lets out a loud groan, rolling out from under you and begrudgingly swinging his feet over the edge of the bed. You can’t help but laugh softly, earning yourself a glare over the shoulder and a quiet grumble.

However, he can’t keep the act up long, because in an instant, he’s all smiley once again as he goes to the closet to pick out some clothes for the day.

“Hey, honey?” He calls, glancing at you over his shoulder. His eyes immediately soften. You look so pretty in the mornings.

“Mhm?” You hum as you decide to get out of bed for the day as well, heading towards the bathroom.

“You should wake me up like that every morning.” Steve sighs, throwing his chosen clothes on the bed and following you to the bathroom. He stands behind you at the counter, placing his hands on either side of you to cage your back against his chest. He stares at you through the mirror as you brush your teeth.

“You’re something else.” You laugh through a mouth of toothpaste.

“You married me.” He responds, kissing your cheek.

“Go get ready for work.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“No, it’s not about that, Steve! It’s the fact that you just– ugh!” You groan, parading around your shared bedroom with flailing arms.

You and Steve rarely fight, and when you do, it’s never really that bad. Like right now. Sure, you’re in the middle of an argument, but you’re almost certain that the two of you will be cuddled up together by the end of the night. But that doesn’t mean that you’re not upset with him at this moment.

“Babe, I don’t– It’s not like I’m trying to be a douche to you. I never want that, but you gotta cut me some slack.” He’s sat on the bed, watching you pace around the room. Steve knows you’re sensitive at the moment, with your period quickly approaching and your hormones off the charts. He doesn’t want to upset you, but he also doesn’t want you to be mad at him for something that is not important in the grand scheme of things.

All that happened was Steve didn’t do the laundry like he was supposed to this weekend. Simple as that. The stupid laundry. But in your eyes, it was a disaster. All you wanted was to get cozied up in your favorite pajamas, but they were still dirty.

“It’s not just about– I mean, if you would’ve told me you weren’t gonna do it, I would’ve done it myself! I don’t mind if you take a break sometimes, Steve, I really don’t.” You practically whine, the tears in your eyes threatening to spill over.

You know it’s dumb. Really, really dumb. But you just can’t help but be upset right now when something as simple as the laundry didn’t get done.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’m sorry. I should’ve told you. I just– it slipped my mind and by the time I remembered, I just figured it could get done later.” Steve says gently. You’re not yelling, but your voice is definitely raised. Steve, however, keeps his voice low and sweet for your sake. He’s not mad at you, and he understands why you’re upset with him.

“I just wanted to wear my favorite pajamas.” You stop pacing, sitting on the edge of the bed and running your hands over your own face.

“I’m sorry. This is stupid. It’s just laundry and it’s not your fault you forgot. I just want pajamas, that’s not something to argue about.” You don’t even realize that Steve has stood up until he’s standing right in front of you.

You look up at him, and the tears begin to fall. “I’m sorry I was so mean to you, Steve. I’m just– I’m so overwhelmed today and it feels like my emotions want to eat me alive. Please don’t hate me, I’m–” You’re cut off by Steve’s lips pressing against yours. He ever so gently holds your hips, rubbing his thumbs up and down before sliding them up to cup your cheeks.

“It’s fine, baby. You’re all hormonal, it’s okay. I’m sorry I didn’t do the laundry. I can do it as soon as I wake up tomorrow. You weren’t mean to me. You were upset, and that’s normal. And, honey, I absolutely could not hate you. Never ever.” Steve whispers once he pulls away, pressing another peck to your nose once he’s finished speaking. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, Steve.” You sigh softly, all the anger and sadness and any other jumbled emotions melting away as Steve scoops you into his arms and lays down with you.

I hope you like this! So sorry it took forever to get posted