#S Hawkins

[just--kay]

PLEAS PLEASE PLEASE HEAR MME OUT

#AMM I SPEAKING FREMCH ??@! #eckva #marble hornets #skully #mh skully #s hawkins #the 's' in 's hawkins' stands for SKULLY pray hands emoji #♡ kay txt

[redmyeyes]

We still have an hour before it starts to get light.

FELLOW TRAVELERS 1.05 ❝ Promise You Won't Write ❞

#istg these sweet domestic moments are destroying me even more than the d/s #fellow travelers #fellowtravelersedit #jonathan bailey #matt bomer #tim laughlin #hawkins fuller #* #ft105

[avadaniels]

Where have you been? Doesn’t matter. I’m home now.

MATT BOMER & JONATHAN BAILEY as HAWK & TIM Fellow Travelers S01E02 “Bulletproof” (all episodes)

#fellow travelers #matt bomer #jonathan bailey #hawkins fuller #tim laughlin #tim x hawk #hawk x tim #fellowtravelersedit #lgbtedit #dailylgbtq #userbarrow #userabs #usercoty #userluz #timhawkeps #* #figured i'd make this for all the cute moments #no flags!! there isn't even a s*x sc*n* this time #i FINALLY made some decent colorings #i owe my life to channel mixer

[half-an-hour-hence]

When people say they dislike Hawk I lose my mind. Is he selfish as fuck? Yes of course. Did he do questionable things that hurt other people? Yes he did.

But can we talk about how he loved someone before, how that someone literally DIED trying to stay close to him, and how incredibly guilty he would’ve felt about that? Can we entertain the possibility of Hawk being reluctant to love someone again in case the same thing happened?

Can we simultaneously talk about how his father found out about his relationship with this other man, disowned him, cut him out of the will, and ridiculed him until the day he died? Can we THEN talk about how his mother told Hawk he could apologise to his father for being who he was in order to be put back in the will, only for his father to talk to him like he was worth less than the shit on the bottom of his shoe and being forced to apologise for causing such an ‘inconvenience’?

And if that’s not enough, he’s got people he knows being fired from their jobs, ostracised from their family and friends, admitted to hospitals to have electroconvulsive therapy to be ‘cured’, and even going as far as to commit suicide because their sexualities have been discovered by people who think it’s disgusting and wrong. Hawk’s surrounded by this group of powerful people who wish to see people like him dead. There’s absolutely no way he’s going to raise his hand and admit that he is gay when he’s witnessed how people are punished for it. Nobody would - not when society was this oppressive and full of hatred towards queer people.

I cannot fathom the amount of fear that must’ve been controlling him, and the constant battle he must’ve been having within himself over what he wanted and what he could realistically have. He is not the villain here. The true evil is the views of society at the time. Hawk is a victim of his circumstances, and I will die on this hill.

#bit of a long post apologies about that #but GOD every time I see him being DRAGGED for not dropping everything immediately to run away with Tim I want to scream #SORRY I want them to be together too but it was UNREALISTIC - ESPECIALLY in the 50’s!!!! #fellow travelers #hawkins fuller #hawk fuller #matt bomer

[helpimstuckposting]

I love the AUs where Corroded Coffin is famous and Steve is either a groupie or Tiktok star/model or whatever HOWEVER

I suggest to you: famous Corroded Coffin, and less famous but still popular Stobin indie band with Robin as main vocals. Their fans don’t cross, so Steve and Eddie slip in references to their relationship in the songs and no one notices. One day, Robin and Steve’s newest song goes viral on Tiktok and a CC fan notices it’s got a similar lyric pattern to the newest CC song so they make a mashup and???? The lyrics work like two halves of one song?? Is anyone else hearing this???? So theories blow up in the comments and half the listeners think it’s just a coincidence but the other half think that’s impossible and it’s gotta be on purpose but why would a metal band and a small indie band do a collab like that?

Conspiracy redditors and tiktokers start connecting some of the other songs together but no one can figure out why because Eddie is openly gay so there’s no way he and Robin are together so why are all these connected songs about love? Who are they talking about?

It takes MONTHS for people to realize Robin isn’t listed as a songwriter for any of the connected songs, but someone named Wayne Hawkins is and Corroded Coffin lists someone named S Henderson and they’ve GOT to be pseudonyms

Eddie and Steve have so much fun following fan theories that they don’t bother telling anyone they’re dating just to see how long it takes for people to figure everything out. The mystery makes both bands skyrocket in popularity

—

This post comes with a fic now

#Wayne Hawkins is obviously Eddie #and S Henderson is Steve #and sometimes the references are subtle like a shared noise or sound effect #but other times it’s whole songs that are meant to be layered on top of eachother #and everyone is obsessed with the mystery #steddie #steddie fic #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #robin buckley #Stobin

[apocalyptic-byler]

hmmmmmmm thinking many thoughts about this scene

also thinking many thoughts about this particular photo

anyway mike wheeler watch your back 👍🏾

#mike wheeler #s5 mike #byler #<— target audience #stranger things #stranger things 5 #st5 #st5 spoilers #NONO CAUSE THE FACT THAT LUCAS AND DUSTIN KNOW THAT PEOPLE ARE AFTER MEMBERS OF HELLFIRE #but mike doesnt cause yk bro was in cali and um he w a s n o t aware of amything going on in hawkins right and obviously the party most #likely told him BUT DOES HE KNOW THE SEVERITY OF THE SITUATION CAUSE OMGGGGGG #JASON ONLY WENT AFTER NANCY BECAUSE SHES AFFILIATED WITH MIKE #BUT NOW JASON IS DEAD AND EDDIE IS DEAD AND OH NOW MIKE IS BACK #mike’s in the flesh and jasons goons are literally right behind him and youre telling me theyre not gonna do some stupid shit to avenge #jason or something like that #michael wheeler watch your baaaaackkkkkkk #this is just me ranting omg it’s so fun

[shadowpuppetteer]

Felt nostalgic for all these superhero shows from the early 2000's when I was a kiddo. Does anyone else remember El Tigre? Static Shock? American Dragon Jake Long?

I could rant about why El Tigre is so good. But I'll just keep hoping they put it up on a streaming service for people to watch.

#Shadowpuppetteer #traditional art #ink #fanart #fan art #nostalgia #early 2000's #El Tigre #manny rivera #Static Shock #Virgil Hawkins #Jake Long #American Dragon Jake Long #Danny Phantom #Danny Fenton

[stevebabey]

hiii ruby !!! congrats on ur milestone i think ur so cool and funny and ofc so so deserving :D for ❤️‍🔥 can i request forehead against forehead from prompt list 5 bc i am a sucker for it <33 thank u ily !

ahhh!!! anna you are so lovely <3 thank u sm for picking this one it opened pandoras BOX in my brain and i think this is by far my absolute favourite i've written this whole damn celebration & its bcos its, of course, friends to lovers <3 - 1.7k+

The wish is far-fetched.

You knew that from the beginning and yet, like wishes were stackable, like wishing for something over and over would improve its odds of happening, you couldn’t help yourself. Every eyelash, every time the hands of the clock line up at 11.11, you wish desperately.

Eyes scrunched closed, you wish for Steve.

You have him, of course, just not quite as you want him.

It feels selfish, the hungry feeling that rises in your chest when you look at him too long, eyes drinking in every detail you adore. Long lashes, hazel eyes, lips so pink it wasn’t fair. You want him all to yourself. These are not the usual thoughts of a best friend.

Sometimes, the yearning seems to carve out every part of you til you feel hollow inside; because you’d offer it all out to him, every piece of yourself between your cupped hands, his if he only wanted it.

You want him to want it. To want you. Badly.

So, you wish. At this point, it feels more like a habit than anything — the clock hits eleven minutes past 11 and you send a little prayer out to the universe to give you this one thing. You don’t notice how Steve notices.

He can’t quite connect the dots in the beginning, can’t see the pattern that strings together all the things he’s noticed. How from time to time, you’ll close your eyes and squint just a bit— but then, quick as it happens, it’s gone. You’ll open your eyes, look over back at him, and continue on as if nothing has occurred.

Steve doesn’t pry, even though he really wants to — the first time you notice him watching you, he raises his brows, a silent what was that? with a hope you’ll clue him in. He wants in on all your secrets. But in an instant, he can see the embarrassment creep across your features, so he drops it, waving his hand, and resumes talking, eyes back on the road ahead of him.

After a month of subtlety catching the habit of yours that he's come to cherish, the sweet scrunch of your eyes and gentle clench of your fists at your side, Steve notices the clock.

You check the clock, most of the time, before your eyes flutter closed. It happens late in the morning and close to midnight. But then again also at random intervals, at times he’s not expecting. The frustrating pattern evades him even though he’s noticing. Noticing is, infuriatingly, not enough.

It takes another month for Steve to realise you’re wishing.

He’s enamored with the habit now — especially, now he knows you’re sending little hopes, blowing on eyelashes with the fervor of a little kid. The craving to know your secrets, to be trusted with your wishes, has grown ten-fold since he first noticed. Steve notices just about everything about you now.

It’s hard not to. What started as trying to comprehend your peculiar pattern, has become... something entirely different. Steve feels helpless to do anything but admire you now. His feelings for you have become startlingly fond, borderline sappy.

The sound of your laughter and how it threads gold into his days marvels him. The colour of your eyes in the morning light. How you curl up in his passenger seat like it’s the comfiest place you’ve ever known, like you could sit there all day with him. If he asked. 

He’s pretty sure his heart strayed from best friend territory the moment he figured out the wishes. Maybe, he’s fooling himself and it’s always been this way.

It’s on his mind, even as the two of you sit at the back of the Hawk theatre, some garbage Sci-Fi film flickering on the screen. Normally, the back of the cinema was unofficially reserved for couples that wanted to make-out — Steve had pulled that move on a dozen dates. Picked a cheesy romance and the cozy darkness of the back of the theatre.

This is not the same, he knows. It’s not a cheesy romance film, you’re not quite at the back, and most importantly, this is not a date.

Steve really wishes it was.

“Hey,” Your whisper shakes him from his thoughts. Steve’s gaze moves from boring into the back of the chair in front of him to your concerned face. “Y’okay?” 

You’ve turned towards him, shoulders hunched over like you might disturb other people in the cinema if you’re too big. It’s silly, there’s barely anyone else in here but you and Steve. A couple people a few rows forward.

Steve nods, throat dry. You don’t look convinced, eyes narrowing for a moment as if you’ll say something when your expression shifts. You focus on something below his eye.

“What?” Steve whispers, too aware of your fixed stare. His nerves creep up, feeling a bit flushed beneath your attention. Your hand comes up, reaching out to graze across his cheek and Steve forces himself to stay still. To not melt into the touch.

“S’just an eyelash.” You whisper, still focused. Thumb moving gently as you can, you sweep the eyelash beneath his eye off his cheek. It moves an inch but remains stubbornly on his skin. You huff silently, turn his way a little more, and lean in closer to try pinch it. It takes a moment as you try your best not to pinch Steve at the same time.

When you finally snag it between your fingertips, victory comes in the form of your pleased smile. It takes another moment to realise just how close you’ve gotten to Steve. Leaned over, his breath fans over your face and you can see the film reflected in his eyes, action sequences playing far, far away.

Faintly, you think that if you had your wish already, you could lean in a few inches further and steal a kiss. You think of the eyelash in your fingertips.

The thought knocks sense back into you, blinking hard, but just as you go to pull back Steve’s eyes flash down to your lips. He licks his own, then swallows, looks back up at you. A wretched thread of hopes keeps you from pulling back just yet — desperately praying you’re not reading into nothing.

Steve doesn’t pull back. His heart has hiked so far up his throat he’s surprised he’s able to get any words out at all.

“What are you wishing for?” He croaks, too quiet. You hear it anyways.

Surprise shows on your face, lips parting and eyes widening just a moment. Steve wants you to give back the eyelash just so he can make his very own wish right now.

“How did you... know?” The last word is meek, only audible because Steve is so close. He wants to be closer. He moves an inch, recalling every single time he’s gotten the signals right in the past to keep him from losing his nerve. Tries not to think about what he might lose should he be wrong this time.

“You,” He huffs a little laugh, searching your eyes, trying to see if it’s the same hope he feels inside that he’s seeing in your eyes. “You close your eyes and wish on every 11.11. And— and eyelashes and dandelions too. You do this little squint, like you’re thinking real hard about what you want.”

Unable to help himself, Steve steals another glance at your lips as your tongue darts out to lick them nervously. His chest rises and falls a bit fast, nerves urging his pulse to run faster, faster. God, he’s nervous. Steve can’t remember ever being so nervous at the mere chance of just a kiss.

“So, what're you wishing for?” He asks again, in a whisper just for you two.

The film illuminates the side of your face, shadows dancing across the lines of your cheek. You’re beautiful, Steve thinks, achingly so. The silence twists his heart painfully. He doesn’t know you’re merely gathering your hopes to spit out the honest answer.

“You.”

You whisper the word quickly, knowing if you have a moment to think about it you’ll tuck it and all your selfish desires back away into your heart. But you ache for this moment — hunger devouring your insides with how much you want to kiss the boy before you. Enough that you’ll risk it.

It’s worth the risk.

The single word sets Steve off and he closes the distance between you in an instant, lips against yours. It’s gentle as he can manage while his heart works overtime pumping molten-hot affection into every part of his body. He feels giddy. He nearly forgets to memorise the curve of your lips, the warmth of this against his own, it feels so deliriously good to be kissing you. He thinks he’s been missing this his whole life.

You look a little dazed when Steve pulls back, lips with a sheen that catches the flashes of the cinema screen. You don’t speak, just blink and sink your teeth into your bottom lip, mind miles away. Your lack of a smile worries Steve; he feels like he could burst with how he wants to beam if this is what you want too.

He gathers his courage and presses forward again, til his forehead against yours. Tells you what he knows to be true, what you’ve been dying to hear. “You have me.”

Your eyes snap up to meet his and you give Steve a flood of relief, lips pulling into a smile. A small laugh of disbelief titters out of you, your smile transforming into a grin that betrays your utter happiness. This close, you let the want take over you and lean in to steal another kiss off his lips. He gives it to you sweetly and oh-so-willingly.

You stay this close, nose nuzzling against his, both your heads bowed to meet each other in the middle.

“I’ve been wishing on you for months,” You admit bashfully, your whisper wobbling in your embarrassment. You’re worried the enormity of your want for him will scare him off. Steve’s grin somehow gets wider, eyes somehow fonder. His voice comes out a bit scratchy, all sticky with affection.

“I think you’ve had me the whole time.”

It’s the honest truth. You’re not even mad about lost time because when he kisses you again like that, there’s no doubt that now? He’s all yours.

#DELICIO #two mutual pining besties sitting in the back of the theatreeeeee #k i s s i n g #this. i want this. i need this to happen to me #somebody SMOOCH me in ze theatre STAT #ruby writes steve #ruby's very own tour of hawkins #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve x reader #steve harrington blurb #stevie blurb! #honestly might tag this as a fic lmao #steve harrington fic #steve harrington x you #wahooooo

[calltocupid]

my old men who are in love.

#80’s hawktim makes me weep #they are so special to me #they love each other so much #fellow travelers #tim laughlin #hawkins fuller #hawk fuller #hawk x tim #hawk and tim #hawktim #jonathan bailey #matt bomer #my caps

[behindthesefangirleyes]

Hawk and Tim in the 70’s just hits different. You know I’m right.

#everything about the 70’s was so sublimely executed #it’s a shame it was so short-lived for that 1 ep #fellow travelers #hawkins fuller #tim laughlin #hawk and skippy

[rdng1230]

if I had a nickel for every time I was an emotional wreck after watching an alcoholic queer war veteran nicknamed hawk have a breakdown over the death of a child that they believe is their fault while also having to deal with the fact that they’re probably not going to see their best friend *cough* love of their life *cough* again, I’d have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice.

Corporate wants you to find the difference between these two pictures:

#Fellow travelers #mash #m*a*s*h #hawkeye pierce #hawkins fuller

[redmyeyes]

FELLOW TRAVELERS + 1957 // 1968 // 1979

#he C L I N G S #fellow travelers #fellowtravelersedit #jonathan bailey #matt bomer #tim laughlin #hawkins fuller #jonathanbaileyedit #mattbomeredit #tim x hawk #hawk x tim #* #ftparallels #ft108 #ft107 #ft106

[hawkingsbarkins]

Family Video, August 17th ‘85

“Rented Indy again, I love Harrison Ford”

#stranger things #Hawkins #st #original character #not rp #I think #first post #family video #eddie munson #stranger things season four #James diary #pictures #stranger things oc #stranger things original character #the 80’s

[bringbackwendellvaughn]

#Justice League #Justice Society of America #Hawkgirl #Nuklon #Wonder Woman #Flash (Jay Garrick) #Stargirl #Sandy Hawkins #Wildcat #Black Canary #Hourman #Green Lantern (Alan Scott) #David S. Goyer #James Robinson #Brad Walker #team shots

[ickypuppi3]

it’s the way billy’s a scapegoat not only in show but for the duffers too like

people will spend all their time focusing on the actions of a fictional teenager rather than question the fact these two white men were all too eager to have a racial slur used against a literal child and have felt comfortable having racism in lucas’ story without it actually go anywhere all while putting no focus on him as a character

they use it as a thing, as a prop, rather than acknowledging it as the systemic issue it actually is - like they use it, have lucas canonically experience racism and then push his character to the back

it’s so blatant too, there’s nothing subtle about it but because everyone’s so busy focusing on big bad billy hargrove, racism doesn’t get discussed in the stranger things fandom the way it should because everyone’s too busy focusing on the actions of one single fictional character

#billy hargrove #stranger things #they get away with so much because billy’s just there #the way the word racist is thrown around too is so crazy #like i wish people would just do some research and know what they’re talking about before they post terrible harmful takes that get #thousands of notes from impressionable kids #like people have convinced themselves racism is a thing that’s like #a single person perpetuates #and that no one else would be racist in a town like hawkins in the 80’s #they believe only a villain and a bad guy could hold such beliefs #which just isn’t how it works #and has never been how it works #that’s a dangerous way of thinking about it too #and they’re SO quick to ‘i’m not racist i’ve never been racist because’ #and it’s like the first step is acknowledging how racism is ingrained into every day society rather than jump to the defence because you #believe that it would make you an ‘irredeemable villain’ akin to billy #like there’s such a big conversation to be had but it CAN’T be had because many fans refuse to talk and converse and l #listen and get other peoples perspectives so unfortunately this is where we’re at

[witchthewriter]

𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬/𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!      

Warnings: swearings

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ��      

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿  

・You had booked the appointment months in advance

・In secret, of course, that was the whole point of the surprise

・3 months ago Eddie had strolled into your shared bedroom, in your apartment 30 minutes away from Hawkins, with a fresh tattoo. The words ‘I love you,’ in your own handwriting. 

・You were shocked (overwhelmingly at first and couldn’t say anything in the first five minutes.) Only able to spring from your seat, and stare at your handwriting inked on your boyfriend forever 

   “What posessed you to do this?!” You had finally said, looking at the smiling Munson. He was so proud of it. 

  “Love posessed me, sweetheart,” he grinned at you, and grabbed the sides of your face. Planting a firm kiss, you smiled into it, melting. 

・Now it was time for your ... revenge. Well, not the right word to use. Rather, your turn. 

・Although Eddie would never pressure you, you wanted to show him the same love he had shown you 

・However, you did need to get new bedwear. 

・Looking in the home section of the store, you nervously looked at your watch, knowing the minutes were counting down until your appointment. 

     “What’s wrong?” Eddie said, knowing your anxious traits. 

“Huh? Oh nothing-”

・He gave you a suspicious look, but kept looking through the bedsets, continuously pulling out the most ugly ones. 

   “No tigers,” you said while shaking your head. He huffed. 

・Eddie pulled out a maroon set and you laughed. They were velvet. 

     “No way!” Cocking his head to the side, Eddie wiggled his eyebrows. 

・It wasn’t until you made it into the next aisle that you both finally agreed on something. A pale green with barely any pattern. 

・Simple, because everything else in your house felt clattered. 

・Looking at your watch again, you saw that your appointment was 30 minutes away. Your stomach churned.

・You had specifically made Eddie drive to a store near the tattoo shop. 

・If he had any suspicions, he didn’t show them. 

・Nor did he when you dragged him to the front of the store, paid and hurried down the street. 

     “Babe?” Eddie said as he tightened his fingers around yours. You were practically speed walking

  “Yeah?” You replied absentmindedly, sweat gleaming on your forehead 

      “What...are we doing?” His voice trailed off once he saw the neon sign.  

・Eddie didn’t know what was going on. Was he getting another tattoo? They also did piercings... 

・It wasn’t until you entered the smoke-filled shop that he finally understood. 

・He wasn’t getting a tattoo.

    “Appointment for y/n?” 

“Yes!” You said breathlessly, tugging at Eddie’s hand. 

   “Awesome, come around back.” 

・You looked at Eddie and smiled, who still had his eyebrows knitted together. 

“I wanted to get one too!” You said, pointing to your words inked on his arm. 

   “Babe, you don’t have to-” He said, but the smile was already starting to grow. 

“I know, but I want to,” you stepped forward and gave him a peck on the lips. 

・Your tattoo artist was a middle-aged guy, covered head to toe in all sorts of tattoos. Ears stretched, and long beard, he was intimidating as fuck. That’s what you liked about him. 

・Giving the old note to your artist, it was one Eddie had given you when you first started going out

・You remembered the memory like it was yesterday; the Dungeon Master of Hawkins, the rebellious outsider that Hawkins shunned - you never expected him to show any interest in you. Nor did you think he could be so romantic. 

・But he was, and here you were. Showing him how much you love him. 

・Sitting in the leather chair, Eddie stood and watched as you made a physical commitment to him

・You knew exactly where you wanted it - on your left wrist

    “Ready?” The man’s voice was gruff, and you replied with a firm ‘yes’ - all while looking at Eddie. 

#witch the writer's headcanons #eddie munson #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson my beloved #eddie munson 1 year anniversary #hawkins #stranger things #stranger things headcanon #stranger things x you #starcourt mall #witchthewriter #headcanons #eddie munson x s/o #s/o headcanons