#stranger things teaser

[mayabruhbruh]

I can’t. I just can’t get over them.

[nayalovesbyler2]

my random thoughts on the Vol.2 trailer

disclaimer: long post ahead :’)

El: is she leaving the lab? im kinda confused about this, she said her friends need her..does she somehow know about the vecna crisis in hawkins? or is she talking about the cali gang?

Nancy: i personally think that in that specific scene she’s still vecna’d. she has seen henry turn back the clock and stuff and now she might be transported into the lab to witness the events of the 001-011 battle? either way, i don’t think she’s actually there, as we can see the bodies on the floor (+ we see vecna approaching her)

Will: bby will byers just can’t catch a break :( he’s literally bawling his eyes out and hugging jonathan. this could either be a coming out scene, or something else that upset him. however, i do think that its jonathan that hugs him in both povs. i’ll insert the pics if i find them, but i saw a bright pic of the scene that showed the pattern in jonathan’s shirt in both clips, so i don’t think it’s different people hugging him. it could also be vecna messing with “reality”, since it also happened with Max when she thought she was hugging her mum

the fruity four three: it looks like they finally found equipment to fight vecna, they’re still in the UD and nancy is with them, so for all we know she is safe (for now, at least

soldiers?: i think this might be in russia? or the UD? i have no thoughts on this honestly im pretty confused, but it would make sense if it was in russia when they tried to escape

Dustin and Eddie: im going to be honest here, it doesn’t look very good for them. it seems like they’re full-on ready for a major fight, they seem to be in the UD and it’s only the 2 of them (in that clip, at least)

the russia gang: it looks like they’re still in the prison, but somehow..free? we see hopper, joyce and murray looking at something that totally reminds me of the s2 mindflayer (especially when it was possessing will). this could potentially be their way of finding out that they’re (still) in danger. after that we also see them 1) fighting guards or 2) literally burning the prison down

the explosion: damn this is going to be one of my fave scenes tbh. i don’t think this is what it is, but i’d love it if el destroyed that door she went in with owens that leads to the underground lab

Lucas and Jason: we see a fast clip of lucas and jason fighting, i cant help but notice how the rooms blue light also appears in 1) the lumax talk scene from the stills we got and 2) in the scene where lucas screams as he sees something. loooots of questions here

Max: is max seriously getting vecna’d again? we see vecna’s hand reaching for her face as she can’t move, and to me it doesn’t look like the one in vol.1 that we already saw (it might be, though, who knows)

Dustin: im honestly so scared for this one. dustin is running and screaming, and i hope it’s not what i think it is. 1) he could be running towards danger, or 2) he could be running towards someone that has been hurt

Vecna and El: so we see vecna and el both raising their hands to fight, vecna appears to be in the UD and el..in the creel house. i have no idea if el is actually there or not, but it seems like the 2 scenes might be connected.

i hope this makes some sense, im super excited for vol.2 !!

[lucascsinclairs]

Lucas Sinclair in Stranger Things 2 | Chapter Two: Trick or Treat, Freak

"Of course she likes Ghostbusters, but that's not the point.”

[pr3ttym3ssy]

Am I the only one that was a bit upset that they made Robin’s character push for Stancy. Like shit if I was Steve's supposed best friend, I would have told Nancy like " Don't even think about breathing in his direction. You're not going to hurt him again. I know what happened between you two and may I remind you, you called him BULLSHIT"

I like Nancy buuuuutt not for Steve. With her flipping back and forth. As soon as she sees Jonathan she's going to do exactly that.

[realbylershit]

It looks like a mixture of their season 3 outfits to me

+ almost the same jacket from the st experience

[crappymixtape]

because of you • ( pt. vi teaser )

TEASER for part VI of because of you where you and steve finally come face-to-face with the upside down and all it's nasties – question is, will you make it out alive? ( enemies -> lovers, steve x reader )

“Steve! Wait!”

And never had he turned around so quickly, the sound of your voice stopping him dead in his tracks and making him wait. For you.

Your boots crunched in the dead sticks and leaves on the ground as you ran, cracking and snapping with each step you took until you reached him, breathless and unsure of what you wanted to say but insistent on saying something.

“Everything okay?” he asked, trying to be casual. Unattached. Felt Robin and Nancy’s eyes on you both, but shot them a look and they gave you some space.

“Yeah–I mean, no? I mean–we’re about to get swarmed by bats from hell and well...well, I guess what I wanted to say is–” you tripped over your words, felt clumsy and stupid, but desperate. Wanted him to know you wanted to work on things. Wanted to give him another chance, but it just wouldn’t come out and his expression softened as he realized what you were getting at.

“Slow down,” he murmured and you drew in a breath.

In. Out. Try again.

“I just want you to know that...I wanna try,” you said, still a bit clumsy, one word falling out after the other. “I wanna work on–on forgiveness or…shit. I don’t know,” you squeezed your eyes shut, hoping it would help you gather up your thoughts and Steve waited. Patient. “Just…come back, okay?” you finally asked, opening your eyes to see his mouth tugged up at the corners in a lopsided smile.

“You want me to come back, Princess?” he asked wryly and you scowled.

“I’m gonna let that one go cos ‘end of the world’ and whatever,” you snarked and it made him laugh. A low rumble in his chest that filled you up to the brim and spilled over at the edges.

“Gee thanks.”

“Yeah, you owe me now.”

“Alright, deal. Promise I’ll get you back when this is all over.”

When this is all over.

“I’m gonna hold you to it,” you said, your voice wobbling a little despite your efforts to keep it even and the sound put an ache in Steve’s chest. Pulled his hand to your cheek. His fingers gently tucking your unruly curls behind your ear.

“Wouldn’t expect any less,” he said quietly, only to you, and then he took a couple steps back. Put space between you quickly to try and make it easier, but it stung. The sudden realization that your want for reconciliation was mutual and having to watch it walk away with the possibility of not returning.

The possibility of not seeing each other again.

Of this being goodbye.

“Good luck,” you whispered, your throat closing around the sob lodged in your chest, watching as Steve walked away and slowly disappeared into the dark.

[smellslikesadgaychildren]

I see you duffer brothers! I see you!!

[chirpsythismorning]

[cranberrymoons]

searching for something

prompts: titfucking (kinktober), friendship/observant (@eddiemonth) tags: blow jobs, steve's soft dom awakening, and the horniest possible result from a vhs rental of the breakfast club rated: e (18+)

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“What can you do?”

Eddie blinks slowly then picks his head up from where it’s pillowed on Steve’s chest. 

Steve’s hand falls out of his hair and down to rest on his shoulder, and he tilts his head in the cradle of his other arm where it’s curled behind his head on the pillow. Eddie rolls over slightly onto his stomach, digging his chin into Steve’s sternum to stare up at him.

“What?”

Steve smiles. “Like in the movie,” he says. His hand finds Eddie’s hair again, pushing it back from his face. “What’s your secret special skill? Your party trick?”

They’d put The Breakfast Club on intending to actually watch it, but he’d gotten distracted fifteen minutes in by the long column of Steve’s throat next to him, which had devolved into both of them slowly losing clothes until the tape turned into background noise. 

And then again around the point of the smoking scene, Steve sliding wordlessly onto his back and pulling Eddie along with him, licking up over his lips as Eddie fucked back into him where he was still all loose and open, hands winding together on the pillow above their heads as they gasped into each other’s mouths.

And now, sprawled out in a tangle of limbs as the on-screen conversation moves on to something else, washing the room in a warm-lit glow. Eddie ducks his head and presses a kiss to the center of Steve’s chest, slow and open-mouthed and trailing up toward the hollow of his throat.

“I don’t know,” he says after a moment. He sucks on Steve’s skin, sinking his teeth into his clavicle until he hears Steve gasp above him. He smiles. “Smoke rings or something, probably.” He runs a hand up Steve’s chest, digging the edges of his nails in as he goes. “Bet I can guess yours.”

Steve laughs quietly. He unfolds his other arm to push both hands into Eddie’s hair, gathering it back from his face and securing it in a loose knot on top of his head. 

“Oh yeah?”

Eddie hums. “Yeah.” He slides a hand down over Steve’s ribcage then back up, fingers combing through his chest hair. “Bet you can do the Molly Ringwald thing.”

Steve lets out another little laugh, eyes flashing. “What, put on lipstick with my boobs?”

[continue reading on ao3 || 3,303 words]

[curiositydooropened]

Late Checkout • Teaser

The cursor blinked.

A writing retreat at an exclusive 5-star ski resort. A New Years Eve party in the moody lodge bar. A handsome heir. A bratty bad boy. A snowstorm blocking every guest from the outside world.

Pairing: Rich!Steve Harrington x Writer!Reader, Eddie Munson x Writer!Reader

Wordcount: 1328

Warnings and Tags: Modern AU, femme!reader, strangers to lovers, angst, smut, voyeurism, fantasizing, longing, isolation, snowstorm, skiing, writer's block, murder, blood, gore, recreational drug and alcohol use. This is an 18+ blog, minor DNI please and thank you. Please check chapters for further warnings.

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Your thoughts drifted back out to the veranda. Sun poured over the mountain side and bounced off stark white snow. Golden rays cast down and carded through his chestnut hair. Your fingers ached. 

He tilted his face into it, eyes closed, lashes fluttering freckled cheeks, ecstasy evident as his features softened.

You licked your bottom lip. 

The woman with him reached for his cheek and procured an eyelash, holding her finger skyward. 

His eyes opened, amber and honey. A smile pulled at the corners of his pink lips before he pursed them to blow. His cheeks puffed up and hollowed, dotted with freckles, bone structure immaculate. Wish sufficiently made, his face lit in amusement, brows raised.

What did man like him wish for? He had the money, the looks. You hadn’t seen his car in the lot, but you were sure it was as luxuriously as the parka stretched over broad shoulders. The woman by his side was stunning, a Scandinavian supermodel with legs and curves for days.

So what was it then?

He swirled his glass in an ungloved hand, tips of his fingers reddening as he brought the amber liquid to his pink lips for a drink. What did a man with mid-afternoon Scotch wish for? Maybe he wished to bag a new account at the firm. Maybe he wished for his offer to go through for that rental on the Cape. Maybe he wished for his secretary to wear that YSL skirt again, with those pantyhose he could tear off with his perfect teeth.

You sputtered a cough, accidentally inhaling some of the saliva filling your mouth. Face warm, you mopped at the corners of your lips with a sweater cuff.

At your bistro table, your laptop screen had gone to stand-by. With a sigh, you clicked the track pad until the screen revived. On the blank page, the cursor blinked.

“You done with your coffee?” A busgirl approached, cheeks pinched pink and a smile across freckled features.

“Oh,” you handed her your mug and saucer. “Thank you.” 

“Sure,” she nodded, and you were surprised when she leaned in. She smelled of espresso and vanilla. “Hey, this guy in the corner? The cute one with the man bun and the leather jacket? He paid me a really big tip to give you this,” she slipped a drink napkin in front of you. 

Beneath the lodge’s bright orange logo were chicken scratched letters in black ink. 

I hope the novel you’re working on has a better ending. 

“He also offered to buy you another drink,” the barista informed, taking in your reaction with wide eyes. “But if you’re totally disgusted, I will be more than happy to call security and get his ass escorted right out of here.”

You snorted and glanced over your laptop at the far corner of the room. Your Critic from the previous day sat in his same corner, long limbs draped over the sides of the furniture like he he lived there. Slender hands folded the spine of a new novel, decorated in silver rings. His curls were pulled up into a loose bun, exposing a prominent widow’s peak, and a playful smile pulled at the corners of plump lips. 

“You don’t need to kick him out,” you smiled, crumpling the napkin into your discarded mug in her hand. The last drops of coffee soaked into the paper. “But tell you what. Why don’t you and your coworker buy yourself lunch on his dime? I’ll double his tip.” 

“You got yourself a deal,” she flashed a grin and made her way back behind the counter. 

You went about closing your laptop and packing your things into your bag, avoiding the gaze on you from across the room. Zipper zipped, you schlepped the bag over one shoulder, adjusting your sweater beneath the strap. Your table was cleared, save the pen you capped. When you finally looked up to leave the little cafe, you found yourself leveled under a honeyed stare.

Mr. Harrington, the handsome stranger on the veranda, had noticed you through the window. Well that, or the windows were tinted enough to capture his attention, and judging by the darkening of his eyes and the soft smile etching itself onto the corners of his perfect lips, he enjoyed his own reflection. He waved, almost imperceptibly, and mouthed a hello. 

You smiled and nodded. 

Then, the women he brought with him came into view, all freckles and blue eyes, stunning, full lips. 

You turned on your heel and left before you had a chance to wither under her scrutiny, staring at the orange and cream hexagonal tile as you walked through the threshold and back into the lobby. 

“Hey,” another voice startled you, impossibly close, the sting of cigarette smoke mixing with espresso in the air. 

“So the last book inspired you after all.” You sighed, halting before a head-on collision with a family of seven. 

“What?” Your critic crashed into you, capturing your shoulders in large hands to stop you both from barreling into the last set of twins. 

You huffed him off with a shrug. “The Vanishing was about a stalker.” 

“Oh,” he flashed that charming grin of his, scratching at the stubble on his jaw. “How do I know you aren’t stalking me?”

You snorted and swept past the convenient store, the pro shop, narrowly avoided a sled dog near the exit to the veranda. “Don’t flatter yourself.” 

Your stalker barked a laugh and managed to trail you past the bar and ballrooms and into the back hallway. “Alright, sweetheart, you caught me. I’ve been following you for weeks.”

You stopped in front of the resort gym. Two middle aged women chatted on ellipticals in matching leggings. “What?”

He didn’t seem like the usual incel fan of yours. They were less clean, less put-together. The ones who managed to weasel your real name and location through hours of research on the dark web usually showed up to a local coffee shop and sent a text message to your laptop from a restricted number. 

This guy had a charcoal sweater made of cashmere and designer cologne. His jacket smelled of real leather. You spotted the glint of a silver watch beneath one sleeve. 

The Cheshire Cat grin fell from his face when your reaction sunk in, and he shook his head, eyes going wide. “I’m totally kidding. That’s probably creepy and terrifying, I’m sorry. I promise I’m not stalking you. I don’t even know your name.” 

Instead of offering it, you turned and headed back down the hall. 

“Hey, okay. My name’s Eddie,” he scrambled to catch up, all the bells and whistles jangling on his leather jacket, “and if you want me to leave you alone, I swear I will. But if you’d be at all interested in letting me buy you a drink tonight, can you let me know? Because I’m scaring the spa receptionists.”

You glanced at the two girls behind the nearest desk. They giggled behind their hands. 

“I’m sorry I insulted your favorite book.” Eddie’s voice softened.

With a sigh, you tucked yourself into a nearby alcove. “It’s not my favorite.” You’d published a handful of others you liked better, all of them less popular.

“Well what is your favorite?” The smile slid itself back onto his features. He remained a few paces away, giving you a respectable amount of space.

You weighed your options. You’d planned evening room service and sweatpants and drafting, endless drafting. Or, you could let someone else pay for your martini, and maybe his refreshing (albeit rude) perspective on your library of work could spark some much needed inspiration.

“I’ll tell you over drinks tonight.” 

“8 o’clock?”

Your stomach flipped at the proud look on his face, and you nodded. 

“See you then, princess.” He bowed so low his bun flopped, and he backed out of the alcove, wagging fingers at the giggling spa receptionists. He whistled as he left.

[mayabruhbruh]

I feel like someone has probably already pointed this out before, but I kind of freaked out when the Duffers explained that they wanted this season to be their Empire Strikes Back season.

I’m sure you guys know the plot. I’ll paraphrase it. Basically, Luke Skywalker wants to be strong enough to defeat Darth Vader, so he goes to Yoda’s planet to train with him and to hone his Jedi abilities. There, he learns to lift a whole spaceship with the Force *AHEM*, and Yoda dies after he’s finally ready to go fight *AHEMMMM*

But what REALLY gets me… is that all of this is happening, and meanwhile, Princess Leia and Han Solo are on their own little side mission, with Chewbacca and C-3PO, desperately trying to escape the Imperial fleet. *AHAHAHEMMM* and eventually go to save Luke from his failed mission to kill Darth Vader.

I LOVE HOW CLOSELY IT ALL ALIGNS TO S4.

Leia and Han are endgame just so y’all know.

Leia is Will, Han is Mike, Luke is obv El.

Leia and Luke are siblings though they don’t know it at first. Han isn’t a love interest for Luke lmao, but there was a weird love triangle going on in the first two movies if that counts.

[cyraclove]

dirty work [Rated E]

A middle-aged Chrissy and Eddie make good use of their empty house while their teenaged children are gone. Chrissy takes advantage of Eddie being handy around the house.

scratching at the outlines of you [Rated E]

A direct sequel to mixing drinks and messages. Eddie and Chrissy navigate their new situationship turned relationship. Chrissy runs into a familiar face at Eddie’s bar.

still awake, playing chase with the sunrise [Rated T]

The Party hunkers down at Eddie's trailer to map out their battle plan. Max witnesses Eddie and Chrissy share a moment in the kitchen while everyone else is asleep.

the feeling in it [Rated E]

Eddie and Chrissy are in their 40s, watching their two teenagers go to prom and wondering where the time went.

lick the fuzz right off the peach [Rated E]

Chrissy asks Eddie about a certain activity they've yet to try. His head explodes.

mixing drinks and messages [Rated E]

At Robin and Nancy's suggestion, Chrissy tries her hand at Tinder after dumping Jason for the sole purpose of having a one night stand. When her date stands her up, the Chicago Transit Authority takes fate into its own hands.

honeycomb [Rated E]

Chrissy stumbles upon Eddie and another classmate alone in the woods. She knows she shouldn't, but she can't help but stay and watch.

and all my ghosts are with me [Rated M]

Chrissy copes with her grief after Eddie sacrifices himself to help The Party defeat Vecna. El and Max show up on the day of his funeral with news that no one can believe.

wishing, wanting, yours for the taking [Rated E]

After following doctor's orders for six weeks, Chrissy starts getting antsy about getting back into bed with Eddie after having their first baby. An unexpected change sparks something new for the both of them.

small hours [Rated E]

Eddie never thought that he could be a morning person until moving in with Chrissy. There's just something magical about Chrissy in the morning...

my little bit of something blue [Rated E, Complete]

Chrissy and Eddie reconnect after graduating from high school when asked to be members of Jonathan and Nancy's wedding party.

angels in the architecture [Rated E, Complete]

Since falling in love in high school, Chrissy and Eddie’s paths have diverged and they’ve been living very separate lives. Ten years later, they meet again by chance at a Christmas party thrown by a notable Chicago socialite, the choices that they’ve made coming along with them.

the light, the heat [Rated E, Complete]

What might have happened if Chrissy had lived and the Hawkins crew had to drive to Nevada to find El. One getaway motel mix-up later, Chrissy and Eddie come face to face with the feelings they've been trying to ignore.

[sweetsweetjellybean]

Torn | 4 Questions with Eddie Munson | Masterlist

Song 2 coming Monday 9/25

[pacinglikeghosts]

Happy belated Valentine’s Day, my loves! As Valentine’s Day is a fem holy holiday, I wanted to share the love. My take on one of my favorite rom-coms’ most iconic scenes, ronance-ified! I don’t have the energy to give you the song and dance of a moodboard, so imagine it’s pretty :) I’ll put one in when I’m up for it.

Frankly, Robin’s night couldn’t get worse. Not that it was bad to start—house parties are never her thing, especially ones that welcome the presence of Tommy H. and Steve Harrington—but babysitting Nancy Wheeler and being a couples counselor for her stupid younger brother made every part of the evening grow more and more insufferable.

And who knew that Nancy Wheeler, with her baby bird frail body, would be so damn heavy when drunk? Sure, alcohol added a bit of weight, but carrying Nancy’s concussed body away from the party was like carrying a ton of bricks.

“This is so patronizing,” Nancy insisted. “I’m fine.”

Robin rolled her eyes and adjusted her grip. “God, leave it to you to use SAT words when you’re drunk, Ms. Spelling Bee Champion, and clearly you’re not, since you whacked your head on an incredibly expensive chandelier and practically passed out in my arms—you’re welcome, by the way—only to nearly pass out again once we got outside.”

“I don’t think so,” Nancy sang, pushing Robin away from her and attempting to walk towards the car, only to stumble and fall onto the damp grass. “Fuck me,” she cursed, staring at the grass stains on her pastel pink pants.

“C’mon, up you go,” Robin encouraged, offering her hand to help Nancy up. “No use staying on the ground where you could also get hypothermia.”

Nancy, rather than get up, stared up at Robin, her big blue eyes narrowing ever so slightly. “Why are you doing this? I mean…helping me? Making sure I get home safe.”

“Like I said, you probably have a concussion. If not checked out I’m pretty sure it can have serious damage to the brain, not to mention the headaches, the nausea, the dizziness, and the light sensitivity…”

Nancy rolled her eyes. “Like you care what happens to me.”

“Of course I do, otherwise I’d have to find someone to go out with that actually cares about me, and god only knows no one’s banging down my door in order to spend more time with the school’s resident dyke,” Robin laughed, though there wasn’t an ounce of joy in her expression. She sighed, before joining Nancy on the cold grass. “So why do you let them get to you?”

Nancy leaned back, her elbows failing to brace her and instead landing flat on her back. “You mean Tommy and Carol?”

“And Steve, I guess.”

“I hate him. And them. I hate all of them.”

Robin coaxed Nancy up to a sitting position before crossing her legs and staring at the worn laces of her boots. “Well, coming here gave you the perfect chance to take part in your revenge by mainlining cheap vodka.”

Nancy’s face softened before she laughed, encouraging Robin to laugh alongside her. “Well, you know how it is…” she trailed off, closing her eyes.

“No, how is it?” Robin asked, looking over at Nancy. “Hey, Nancy, Nance, wake up…I told you not to go to sleep, your parents would have a warrant out for my arrest if they found out you died at a party because of me, c’mon..”

Nancy opened her eyes, exhaustion still lingering on her face. “Your eyes have a bit of gold in them,” she noted, before rolling over and vomiting.

Steve Harrington owed Robin more than just cash after this.

[mike-wheeler-hater]

Sooo

Do you guys think they’ll release something on Wills birthday?

If you think so, what will they release ?

[crappymixtape]

because of you pt. 3 • ( teaser )

TEASER FOR PT. 3 OF BECAUSE OF YOU // PART ONE • PART TWO PART THREE -> where you and the gang put your weapons together and beat the shit out out of vecna // a little friday treat for you, loves! this was a request from my 500 follower mixtape requests ♥️

“Think she’s okay?”

“Shh!”

“What? No way she can hear us back here.”

“Dustin, ‘back here’ is literally a seat behind her.”

Sat quietly at a table seat in the Winnebago, Eddie looking on worriedly across from you, you were still grappling with the fact that you were alive. That you didn’t die. That you were breathing fresh air and free from the dark and free from Him.

For now.

And as the RV bumped down the road out of Hawkins you said nothing. Felt Steve’s eyes on you constantly as he glanced at you in the rearview. Eddie’s hand still holding tight to yours after he helped you up, afraid to lose you again. Dustin and Lucas and Max all talking in not-so-hushed voices behind you about what it all meant and if El could get back in time and was this all gonna be enough?

Voice thick and choked by the sobs that had felt endless, you’d managed to tell everyone what Vecna had showed you. Told them about Hawkins, about the monsters, about your family, about them. Eddie, Robin, Nancy Steve. And no one had said anything at first. The sounds of your cries filling up the trailer. Stark against the silence and heavy with the weight of your words and they knew before you’d even opened your mouth that it was going to be bad.

Of course they knew.

But now that Vecna had revealed his master plan, the efforts you were all making just felt hopeless. The munitions stuffed under the bench seats and closets and cabinets, all puny and worthless against Vecna and his army of nightmares.

A big bump in the road brought you out of your thoughts and when you looked up your eyes met Steve’s as he snuck another look in the rear view. And instead of glaring, instead of flipping him the bird, you looked right back. Held his gaze for moment longer and he didn’t shy away until he came up on a turn-off.

“Alright, shitheads. We’re here.”

“Here?” Lucas asked, more than confused at the thick forest Steve was now driving you all through.

“Yeah, this is it.”

And as the trees slowly thinned out, thick grass and wildflower blooms took their place. Crept out ahead of you to reveal a meadow, wide and green and lush. A haven that felt so very far away.

Felt safe.

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