#mickalaem

[inklessletter]

(@steddieas-shegoes)

I really REALLY would love love love to see your take on Steve getting tattooed in my fic because I’m selfish and need to see a visual that isn’t my own (obviously you do not have to read the whole thing lmao but here’s the link to the first chapter that sets the whole scene: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46254667/chapters/116449816)

Or if you’d rather not do it based off what I wrote and just go with your hearts desire, I’d just like to see this boy floating in subspace because of a tattoo tbh and I feel like the way you use color and lighting would make it look sooooo good

CONGRATS ON THE FOLLOWERS!!! YOU DESERVE IT!!!! ❤️❤️❤️😘😘😘🤤

There you go, sweetheart.

☀️@steddieas-shegoes @mickalaem☀️

Don't be shy, join the fanart party!

#stranger things #fanart #steddieas-shegoes #mickalaem #callme sunshine send me to space #digital art #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #inklessletter #inky art #(never better said) #☀️

[wormdebut]

27 rated M or E because I’m a slut babe we all know this ❤️😘

HI Pretty. I know you wanted the sexytimes, but work sucked so you get FLUFF. (I'm writing kink King of Hell for you so don't worry you'll get ur slutty slutty stuff. I swear.) ANYWHOZLE, #27 on my Spotify wrapped is Headfirst Slide Into Cooperstown On A Bad Bet by the Fall Out Boys so heres...whatever this is. ----

When he walks into the room, the walls lean in to listen.

----

He still remembers the first night Steve Harrington came sauntering into the bar. Eddie thinks it would be hard to ever forget a face like that.

It was back in January. The Chicago air was thick and cold and Steve came in with a green pea coat, hair sprayed up, cheeks red from the brisk air, looking like he had waltzed out of a fucking men's fashion catalog.

Eddie had thought he was gonna have a heart attack.

He almost did, when Steve had flashed that thousand-watt smile at him. He had ordered a whiskey neat and Eddie knew he was fucked then. Way back in January.

Steve told Eddie far too much about himself that first night, after what was surely one too many whiskeys. (Three, it was three. Eddie is a bartender okay? He remembers things. It's not weird. It isn't.) But anyway, Steve had opened up pandora's box. Everyone always did, especially to Eddie. That's why he and Wayne had opened the bar, people like to talk to Eddie. He never knew exactly why, but he had always been told he was easy to talk to. Apparently, Steve Harrington agreed.

Steve Harrington--college graduate, aspiring middle school teacher, recent divorcée with a shitty ex-husband--he apparently agreed, cause he told Eddie so many things.

And Eddie listened.

Couldn't tear himself away, even if he wanted to. (He didn't.)

When it had come time to lock up, Eddie had asked Steve if he had a place to go. Steve had smiled again, but not that thousand watt grin. This one was softer--private. Eddie felt honored to see it.

Hoped he would see that smile again.

And he did--because Steve kept coming back.

"Oh, darling, I know what your going through." Eddie had said…The night Steve told him, really told him, about his ex-husband. How awful Tommy had been, telling Steve he would never graduate. Telling Steve, Steve, he wasn't good enough, handsome enough, smart enough.

It boggled Eddie's brain. The man in front of him? Eddie would give anything to tell him everything opposite.

You're enough. You're a genius. You're fucking beautiful.

But instead he just commiserated.

Steve had raised his eyebrow at that. "You were married?"

Eddie had shook his head, hair catching in his eyes. "Legally? No, but--in all the ways that counted. This isn't about me though. Tell me whatever you need to, precious."

Eddie hadn't meant to flirt as hard as he had been flirting with Steve, but there was something about the way Steve's cheeks pinked up when Eddie called him sweet things, he couldn't help it. Not then, and now? Well it was worse now…but that's beside the point. Eddie is thinking about then.

The way Steve had blushed so hard, Eddie felt like he could taste the heat coming off his perfect cheeks.

"Precious, huh? You don't even know me." Steve had said--well, he had stuttered through it and Eddie was pleased.

"Yeah baby, but I want to. So tell me more." Eddie had decided then and there that it was his personal life mission to make Steve Harrington blush as much as he possibly could, if Steve kept coming around.

Steve had stuttered into his glass before leveling Eddie with a glare. Brat.

"I just--What if I peaked early?" Steve had asked and Eddie--Eddie guffawed. It was an ugly laugh and he hadn't even been ashamed by it.

"You? Peaked? Stevie, baby, have you seen yourself? You're incredible. No way you've 'peaked.'"

Things had changed after that night.

Steve had started flirting back.

----

"Eds! Hello? Babe?" Eddie was pulled out of his thoughts by Steve flapping his (big, very nice, strong) hand in his face.

Eddie shakes his head, blinking a few times to make sure, his perfect boyfriend--fiancée--damn he needed to get used to that--is still there.

"Sorry, doll. I was thinking." Eddie says, and Steve smiles--that soft, private one again. Eddie likes to think of that smile as his.

"Thinking about me?"

Eddie smirks, "C'mon baby, I'm always thinkin' about you."

Steve laughs, "Well, it's closing time, so why don't you keep on thinkin' about me all the way home, huh?"

Eddie shakes his head, can't get over the fact that Steve Harrington actually ended up being his. He grabs the keys to the bar from his back pocket, before hopping over the counter. "Sure baby doll, let's go home."

#steddie #steddie blurb #steddie ficlet #steddie fanfic #steve harrington #eddie munson #Worm Spotify Series #worm brain #steddieas-shegoes #mickalaem #sorry yall we are only doing one today

[sidekick-hero]

✨🧡🌙 SEND THIS TO TEN (10) OTHER BLOGGERS YOU THINK ARE WONDERFUL. KEEP THE GAME GOING 🌙🧡✨

THIS IS SO SWEET 🥺🥺🥺 Thank you so much, Mickala 💜🫶 And right back at you, spreading love and kindness is always wonderful!

#mail #mickalaem #the good stuff

[every-aj-needs-an-angel]

Thank you darling @i-less-than-three-you for tagging me

Its rules as follows:

1- generate 5 random words using this generator and then write something using those words!

2- tag 5 (or however many you want) mutuals to challenge!

(If you don’t like the five words you got, reroll them. This is meant to be a fun little challenge, not something to stress over. Have fun!)

My words: dandle, pillow, desex, motive, burble

(absolutely no pressure) tagging @mickalaem @estrellami-1 @mentallyundone @penny00dreadful @hbyrde36

Steve had had the worst day at work. He hated working shifts with Keith, he was a shithead. The migraine had started just after lunch and had got progressively worse the more Keith snarked and bitched at him, Steve had only held his tongue because he needed his job.

His parents had sold the McMansion to the insurance company for whatever they could get for it, essentially making him homeless for a while. The Party had been amazing, of course, but Steve had hated every second in every spare room.

Wayne had insisted he just move in with them, but his and Eddie's relationship had still been new and tentative. The Buckley's offered him the space over their garage, but Robin hadn't been ready to tell them she was a lesbian; so there’d been a list of rules attached to the offer that would just make all of them feel uncomfortable.

In the end, he'd sofa surfed for a year, but it was a year in which everything turned around for all of them.

He and Eddie were fully stupidly deeply in love, Robin was out to her parents and her and Nancy were something, Joyce and Hopper had got married, Max was walking again, and the kids were settled in school. If it weren't for Keith and his terrible attitude, life would be pretty close to perfect.

It probably hadn't been a smart move to drive with his vision blurred and his head pounding, but he had just needed to get home. Their apartment wasn't much, just a tiny one bedroom downtown, but being able to wake up in Eddie's arms every morning meant that it was all the home he'd ever need.

Even trying to get the key in the front door felt like a monstrous task when just about every part of him ached, but he managed it, just about. Eddie met him in the hall, a furrow in his brow, holding a spatula and wearing his Kiss The Cook apron. 

The smell of warm spices immediately made his stomach turn, an involuntary whimper escaping him as Eddie stepped softly toward him. "C'mon, love," he cooed barely above a whisper, urging Steve forward, so he could click the front door shut behind him.

Kneeling down to help Steve out of his shoes, Eddie rested Steve's hands onto his shoulders, so he could keep his balance enough to be barefoot, before he clambered to his feet and took Steve’s hands in his own, and very gently, urged him down the corridor into the bathroom. 

Eddie sat him down on the closed toilet lid, grabbed a flannel from the medicine cabinet and wet it under the hot tap, ringing it out and placing it gently over Steve's closed eyes. The relief was minute but immediate, and Steve sucked in a shuddering breath as Eddie turned to start the bath, pouring in the eucalyptus bath salts he knew Steve loved. The next thing he knew Eddie was pressing painkillers against his tongue and a glass of water into his palm, taking the glass away when Steve was finished with it.

The steam was working wonders at clearing the pressure in his sinuses, and the gentle heat against his eyes was turning the sharp, stabbing pain into a dull throb when Eddie slipped out of the bathroom with a whispered, "Be right back."

What immediately followed was something crashing to the ground in the kitchen, along with Eddie’s quietly exclaimed "Shit!" and even though it hurt to move the muscles in his face, Steve couldn't help but smile to himself. Eddie wasn't the clumsiest person he'd ever met, but he knew that the more Eddie tried to be nimble and quiet, the more uncoordinated he became. But the fact that he was trying so hard to be calm and quiet because he knew Steve was in pain just reminded him what an incredible guy his boyfriend was.

Eddie tiptoed back into the bathroom with whispered apologies, turning off the water and unbuttoning the buttons on Steve's polo with efficient fingers, easing Steve out of his uniform. Mumbling assurances as he helped him into the tub, pressing the softest of kisses to the tip of his nose once he was settled in the water. And when Steve whimpered, "Stay?" grabbing blindly for his arm, Eddie huffed a soft chuckle, and whispered, "Not going anywhere, sweetheart."

Eddie ditched his clothes and clambered in behind Steve, manoeuvring them, so Steve's head was laid against his chest. And with his hands resting on Eddie’s knobbly knees, Steve could focus on relaxing each part of his body, secure in the knowledge that when he was finished he'd be able to drift off with Eddie there to keep him safe.

Steve didn’t know how long he'd stayed floating in the tub, but by the time he recognised consciousness again, the once warm water had gone horribly cold. When he removed the wash cloth from his face and finally opened his eyes, the light coming in around the blind from the streetlamp outside didn’t hurt quite so much either.

"Hi there," Eddie murmured, rubbing gentle circles into his shoulder, working out a knot in his muscle.

Steve sighed heavily with how nice it felt, but as the cool water reached parts of his skin that hadn’t previously been wet, he shuddered.

"C’mon, you," Eddie urged as he helped Steve to sit up, clambering out of the water and quickly pulling the plug. Eddie threw a towel around his own waist before bending down to scoop Steve out of the empty bathtub, carrying him the few steps to their bedroom and laying him on a towel that was already waiting on their bed.

All the lights were off, but luckily for both of them, they lived in an apartment that never truly got dark, not like the McMansion had. Even at night, there was always the soft glow of the streetlamps poking around the window dressings. It wasn’t really enough to see by, but it was enough that it wasn’t pitch black when you awoke in the night; shapes were visible but not the imaginary kind he’d spent his childhood fighting.

Steve rolled over onto his front, snuggling into the line dried towel underneath him, just as Eddie draped a radiator warmed towel over his back. He spent a few minutes pottering around the bedroom, drying himself off and dressing in his sweats before joining Steve on the bed, tugging the towel on his back up enough to start gently drying his hair.

Once his hair was only damp, Eddie moved from rubbing the towel through the strands to kneading soothing circles into his neck, making his way down to start working on the knot he'd been rubbing in the bath.

Sighing heavily and half drifting back into that heavy sleepy place as Eddie helped him relax, Steve mumbled, "Hmm, feels nice," as Eddie soothed a particularly tender spot at the juncture between his neck and shoulder.

Steve purposefully opened his eyes, not wanting to fall back asleep yet, he couldn't see anything other than his silhouette, but Steve just liked to look at him sometimes, just to know he was there and real and alive. Eddie shifted and Steve watched his movements as he got up off the bed and flicked on the bedside lamp, immediately flicking it back off when Steve hissed with pain at the sudden light.

"Sorry," Eddie whispered.

"S'alright, turn it back on, I'll shut my eyes," he mumbled, pressing his face into the pillow.

Eddie didn't answer, but Steve could hear his footfall against the carpet, the clink of the lighter and the dull thunk of the candle being placed back on the bedside. The warmth of the flame on his face felt nice as Eddie wandered out of the bedroom and a few seconds later padded back in.

Clambering up on the bed, Eddie crawled over to him and settled lightly over his hips. He tugged the towel down to expose his shoulders, popped a bottle lid and then sat very still for a second, before leaning forward and rubbing what Steve recognised as warmed baby oil down his neck and across his shoulder blades, before pressing his fingers tenderly into his muscles.

They had both given each other massages before, so it wasn't surprising that Eddie was amazing at it, using just the right amount of pressure to get the knots out without being too heavy-handed. What was surprising was that Eddie was fully clothed. After they'd started dating, massages had become a thing they did naked, not to make it sexual, although sometimes it did go that way but usually it was just nice to lay together afterwards without unnecessary fabric ruining the intimacy.

The sleeves of Eddie's hoodie kept sliding down his arms as he worked, and after the fourth time, Eddie tutted as he bunched the sleeves back up his arm.

"Just take it off," Steve mumbled, he felt bad that he was so relaxed when he could feel Eddie getting stressed.

"S'fine," Eddie muttered, pulling the towel down a little further and working on the muscles just below his shoulder blades.

Except he didn't get much further before it happened again, Eddie muttering curses under his breath as he tugged at his sleeves.

"Baby. Just take it off," Steve insisted softly.

"No!" Eddie groused a bit too loudly, mumbling apologies when Steve involuntarily flinched.

Eddie huffed and popped the lid on the baby oil again, but Steve turned to hold his wrist, stopping him from pouring more liquid onto his hands, "What's going on?" he asked quietly.

Huffing, Eddie rolled his eyes dramatically, looking anywhere but at Steve, "You're hurting. I didn't want you to think…" he trailed off. Steve waited patiently for an answer because whenever he was hurting like this he didn't have the brain capacity to decipher an Eddie-ism. When Steve could only raise his eyebrows in question, Eddie huffed again, "I didn't want you to think I had… ulterior motives," Eddie whined.

The corners of Steve's mouth pulled up without his permission, his boyfriend really was the cutest man in the whole world, "So you're driving yourself crazy in your sweats to… desex a massage?" Steve clarified, trying desperately not to laugh because that had to be the sweetest but stupidest thing he'd ever heard.

"Yeah," Eddie mewled pouting, but as he glanced at Steve, his mouth quirked up at the corners, letting him know that Eddie was starting to see how absurd it sounded.

"Babe. Seriously, take off the damn sweats," Steve reiterated.

"But," Eddie interrupted.

Steve groaned exasperatedly, "Fine. I, Steve Harrington, hereby recognise that you, Edward Adorable-Pants Munson, are in fact attempting to ease my suffering and not trying to sex me up," Steve declared.

The both of them just stared at one another for a second before Eddie broke, snorting a loud snigger and sending them both into hysterics, Eddie nearly coating both of them in the bottle of baby oil as his shoulders shook uncontrollably. 

Steve was the first to sober, but he was more than happy just to watch Eddie's features dance in the candlelight, especially as he calmed, watching Steve watching him. Sighing contentedly, Steve finally released Eddie's wrist, "Now, please, angel, for the love of all that is holy!" he pleaded, flopping down onto the pillow and feeling more than seeing Eddie climb back off the bed.

Sucking in a deep breath, Steve relaxed down into the mattress. It was only as the rich cinnamon scent coming from the candle settled over his senses that it occurred to him that it was what had turned his stomach when he'd walked through the front door. The thought made him cast his mind back to the minute he'd got home, quickly realising that the hallway hadn't been lit by the harsh overhead lighting they still hadn’t had time to change, but Eddie had in fact been bathed in warm candlelight.

Eddie perching back over him was enough to snap his attention back to the present, and Steve was glad to feel how much more relaxed Eddie was as he settled a grounding weight back onto Steve's thighs. Steve sighed contently and felt himself melt into the pillow under his head as Eddie warmed more oil and continued his ministrations; every inch of his back worshipped by the remarkable man he was lucky enough to spend his life with.

Promising himself to do something solely for Eddie tomorrow brought back the vision he’d come home to, he wondered what Eddie had been cooking. Usually, they cooked together when Steve got home from work, mainly because Eddie tended to get stressed with trying to get the timings of a meal to match up, but it had sort’ve become their routine since Eddie’s rehabilitation.

It had started as a way to get Eddie to stop moping on the couch, and then he’d actually found he enjoyed the rhythm and repetitiveness of peeling and chopping vegetables. It also helped when Steve had found an old book of recipes in his attic that had clearly belonged to a relative once upon a time. There were a fair few that worked well as an evening meal for them and breakfast for Wayne, and Steve had learned early in their burgeoning relationship that the easiest way to get Eddie to do anything was to slyly suggest that the activity would in some way help his uncle.

Unfortunately for Eddie, Steve wasn’t above using a tactic if it worked in his favour, and spending his evenings amidst the steam of pots and pans, and the scent of the herbs he’d grown in their window box with Eddie humming and chopping at his elbow was something Steve spent his monotonous days at work very much looking forward to. 

So even Steve’s slightly mushy and mangled brain could fathom that something had been going on before he’d arrived home a mess, and thought maybe he should ask Eddie about it.

"What’s that, sweetheart?" Eddie asked.

Steve asked again if Eddie had had something special planned for their evening.

As he spoke Eddie leaned down over his back, so their heads were closer together, but when he'd asked Eddie just chuckled a hot breath over the back of his neck. "You’re burbling, sunshine, I’ve no idea what you’re trying to say. Just go back to sleep, love. You’re okay, I’ve got you."

Except, Steve wasn’t asleep, although as he lifted his face out of the pillow to ask again and felt the drool down his chin, he realised perhaps he had nodded off at some point. "I asked if you had cooked?" he murmured blearily.

Eddie just shrugged, "Oh. Yeah, I did, but it doesn't matter," he muttered as he rubbed his hands up Steve's spine, gently forcing his head back onto the pillow.

"Something special planned?" Steve asked as casually as he could. 

When he and Eddie had first become a thing, he'd promised himself that he'd be gentle with his own heart for a change, that he wouldn't rush in and get ahead of himself with this relationship. And he was doing a great job too until Robin had offhandedly mentioned something about Eddie proposing the last time they'd been forced into watching some dorky romcom during their "grown-ups" movie night.

Steve hadn't really been able to think about anything else since, because surely that was the next logical step for them, but after the "bullshit" disaster he'd been a bit gunshy. He hadn't initiated any of their firsts, which had nearly killed him because it took Eddie three whole weeks to get around to kissing him for the first time. But he'd been desperately trying to let Eddie lead and just blindly follow in the hope that it wouldn't blow up in his face.

Eddie shuffled around a bit, getting distracted from dandling and switching to drawing intricate patterns into his skin, "Er. Well. Y’know, it’s been two months, so I just thought…" he trailed off, shrugging nonchalantly.

Steve propped himself up off the pillow, folding his forearms under his chest, so he could look at Eddie properly, "We’ve lived here two months?" he asked, surprised.

He was shocked it'd been so long, it felt like forever and barely any time at all, but it always seemed to feel like that with Eddie. He'd been completely taken aback months ago when Robin had conversationally asked him what they'd had planned for their first anniversary. He'd had no idea they'd even been coming up to a year together, he'd been left stunned, wondering simultaneously how on earth they’d made it a whole trip around the sun and how he’d ever managed to live a life without Eddie by his side.

When Eddie only nodded in response watching his fingers doodle on Steve's skin, purposefully looking anywhere but at him, he reached around and grabbed Eddie's wrist pulling it gently to him, so he could kiss the back of his hand, "I ever tell you you're the best thing to ever happen to me?" he asked, fully enjoying the bashful smile that nearly split Eddie's face in two.

"You mighta mentioned it once or twice," Eddie quipped, looking up at him through his lashes.

"Mhmpt," Steve grumbled with faux annoyance, the smile on his face giving away his amusement. He still attempted to keep up the bit, though, letting go of Eddie’s hand and flopping dramatically back down against the bed. 

Sighing contently, Eddie climbed off his back and came to lay beside him. Steve peeked an eye open to see Eddie watching him fondly, and try as he might, he couldn’t keep the smile off his face. "I love you," he mumbled, wriggling closer to Eddie, so he could snuggle into his chest.

"Love you too," Eddie murmured, wrapping Steve in his arms and pressing a soft kiss into his hair, "Are you hungry?"

Steve thought about it for a second, "Hmm, no, not really. You?"

"Thank god for that! I was so worried I was gonna hafta move!" Eddie muttered tiredly, "Can we just stay here forever?"

Steve hummed an affirmative, "Sounds good to me," he breathed, snuggling closer, wrapping his arm tight around Eddie’s waist kissing the scar on his chest where his nipple had once been, making Eddie giggle.

He sighed serenely, safe in the knowledge that no matter how terrible his day had been, so long as he always had Eddie to come home to, his days would always end in the best way.

#ofc it's fluffy #i tried angst i ain't good at it #just eddie looking after his boy #as always apologies about the grammar and the tense changes #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steddie fic #aj writes #word generator tag game

[izzy2210]

it's hard to write for me, because I don't see my stories as stories, I see them as movies, or stills, behind my eyes inside my head, and I chose to write them down instead of drawing them because I simply can't draw.

it's hard for me to write right now because there is so much happening in my head that the movies and stills get drowned out by my thoughts, and I have a hard time translating them into text, I don't have enough words for the things I see, and I wish I did.

@mickalaem @wynnyfryd @inklessletter this may be so dumb but this is just how my neurodivergent brain works

#writing #ao3 #ao3 writer #this may make no sense but hey at least i got it out of my system

[estrellami-1]

So. Today (actually I guess technically yesterday now) was my birthday.

My parents were out of town.

All but two of my friends were busy.

I got sporadic “happy birthday” messages from friends and family.

Coworkers, who wished another coworker happy birthday just last week, are remarkably silent today.

And I’m tired of it all. Tired of feeling like I’m the problem, like I’m not enough. Like it’s my fault.

I got two birthday fics today. @mickalaem @every-aj-needs-an-angel, you two made my day. I love you. Thank you.

But the fact of the matter is, I was still forgotten. After thinking I’d gotten better at choosing friends, friends who wouldn’t forget, friends who would celebrate with me.

I guess not.

Anyone else deal with this? Anyone else know how to make it hurt less?

#birthday blues #that’s it

[cranberrymoons]

aesthetic tag game

omg this was FUN thank you for the tag @medusapelagia!! 💖

on pinterest, type in your name +core (sagecore) and post the pictures of your aesthetic 🌿

no pressure tags: @spicysix @steventhusiast @satanssugar @theheadlessphilosopher @imfinereallyy @mickalaem

#tag games

[tboygareth]

15 people, 15 questions

i was tagged by my darling dearest @sidekick-hero <33 thank you for the tag, love!!

1. Are you named after anyone?

my mom said she found my birth name in a soap opera she watched when she was pregnant. idk.

2. When was the last time you cried?

i don't know it's been awhile. i routinely get choked up reading good stuff or watching good stuff or listening to good stuff, but shedding actual tears? it's been months, i think.

3. Do you have kids?

just one. i like him a lot. i don't want anymore of my own, but being a step parent would be cool.

4. What sports do you play/have played?

i played softball in junior high!

5. Do you use sarcasm?

kinda? not as much as i used to but occasionally, yeah!

6. What's the first thing you notice about people?

their height or their tone of voice.

7. What’s your eye color?

dark brown

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

soooo i can't like both?? i like scary movies for what they are, but i also like comedies and romances and dramas with happy endings.

9. Any talents?

identifying where i've seen actors before! also - natal chart readings. (speaking of i have like... 3 i still need to finish)

10. Where were you born?

germany, actually. on a us army base!

11. What are your hobbies?

astrology, cooking, writing, reading

12. Do you have any pets?

two cats! oliver (left) and chimmy (right)

13. How tall are you?

5'1"

14. Favorite subject in school?

i took a humanities class my sophomore year of high school that i absolutely loved

15. Dream job?

when i was a kid i wanted to be an astronaut, but then i found out i couldn't because of my bad eyesight. and then i wanted to be a veterinarian so i got my vet tech certification and realized i hated working in the veterinary field. now i'm in legal and i'm... decently content

No pressure tags: @steves-strapcollection @patchworkgargoyle @vecnuthy @stobinesque @matchingbatbites @mickalaem @sentient-trash @judasofsuburbia @starrystevie @starryeyedjanai @flowercrowngods @t-boyeddie @thefreakandthehair @theheadlessphilosopher @wormdebut

#bee's buzzing #tag games #it is such a boring day at the office bro

[mogami13]

Possible Continuation

So. My first werewolf post (and first story-type writing ever) got a few tag requests if I write more. So. I have some questions before I decide if I'm gonna do that! Should I make it a full length thing? I put a post of how I imagine the story line to go which I can use as a draft. If I do that, I'll probably switch between Steve and Eddie POVs by chapter. I don't think I could do smooth transitions in chapters yet and season's one and two would be short, more background than anything.

If not, should the second post be Steve's perspective of the meeting or just their next encounter from Eddie's POV?

Also, I may want a beta if I do a full length thing because I will admit, just the idea of writing for an actual audience terrifies me. But challenge yourself I guess!

I'm tagging those who asked to be tagged here and obs the one who encouraged me to start, but feel free to weigh in if you'd like! And I included the link to the previous post above. I think. I'm not tech savvy...

@thequeenrainacorn @croatoan-like-its-hot @precursorandthedragon @my2amgaythoughts @alienace @paintsplatteredandimperfect @mickalaem

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #stranger things

[inklessletter]

( @steddieas-shegoes so I don’t miss it )

I’m so happy when you do these and I love seeing everyone’s positivity and yours ❤️

Honestly, this week, I’m just glad I made it through. It was not a good week, and I spent more time crying than I would’ve liked, but it’s a new week.

I will say I am very proud of my very open and honest conversation with my good boss. Shit kinda hit the fan this week for him as much as for me and he and I had a much needed and positive discussion about my future with the company. If it were up to him, I would be exactly where I want to be, but unfortunately he isn’t the only one who can make the decisions. After our conversation (I was really vulnerable which was Not Easy For Me™️) I felt like he had a better understanding of what I want and need and wants to actually work on making as much of it happen as he can.

I tend to work myself up before big conversations, but this one wasn’t planned, and I felt like it really helped me be able to say what I needed to say and for him to actually hear me out.

Fingers crossed that it actually starts turning the tides a bit with the other boss!

Sending you love and squeezing you in a hug ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Hello my lovely! It is so good to hear from you!

I'm sorry you had such an intense week. It seems that it has been hard for many people out there... Well, it's now Sunday, so we can talk about it in past tense! I hope that rough patch at work come to an end and the odds are in your favor in a near future! I'm glad that you got to talk about it, and since it was unplanned you didn't get extremely nervous for it and that it came out well.

I'm lighting up a candle in your name to send you good vibes and the best of luck in that matter!

A big, crushing hug for you too, sweetheart!💞💞💞

@steddieas-shegoes

#inklessletter #mickalaem #asks #tell me something that made you happy

[hotshot9]

🎶✨️when you get this you have to put 5 songs you actually listen to, then tag 10 of your favorite followers (non-obligitory)🎶✨️

Thank you for the tag, @ageblue !!! Gonna put a few more than 5 because it's too hard to choose 😅

Meet my eclectic tastes:

Arsonist's Lullabye by Hozier

Ghosts That We Knew by Mumford and Sons

Fire by The Score

Sanctuary by Welshly Arms

Soldier, Poet, King by The Oh Hellos

Rainbow in the Dark by Dio

Dancing in the Dark by Bruce Springsteen

Fall Into Me - Accoustic by Forest Blakk

This One's for the Girls by Martina McBride

And no pressure tags:

@gen-has-green-vibes @willowworkswithwords @smoooothbrain @i-will-bite @scoops-stevie @steves-strapcollection @thesitharts @mickalaem @afewproblems @alexeithegoat

#zan listens #my musical tastes #just a smidgen of the musical whiplash my playlists tend to be 😅

[steves-strapcollection]

your movie - tag game!

Rules: no cheating! You're starring in a movie with the last person you saved in your camera roll. The last song you've listened to is the title. Who/what is it?

tagged by @patchworkgargoyle !!

Like I wish I was joking but p much all of the images in my gallery rn that aren't pictures of MYSELF or screencaps of shit are Joe Keery.... Idk what this movie would be but like.... I am so down

And now I'm tagging: @indigohightide @rougarousmooch , @hangsters, @jaxildan, @mickalaem, @scarcrossdlvrs (I know sav tagged u too but doesn't mean I can't double-tag u), @pizzaqueen (doing a nice mix of my older mutuals and my newer mutuals)

None of y'all are AT ALL OBLIGATED to do this, just fun times here

[zerokrox-blog]

A little birdie (read: @mickalaem) told me it was your birthday, so..

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!🥳🥳

❤️❤️❤️❤️ thank youuu!

[izzy2210]

who wants me to make a dnd figurine for them?

there's this site where you can make a dnd figurine, and i desperately need some inspiration, so if you have some descriptions for me, of a character or perhaps yourself, dm me!

tagging some people who i think might like this: @fellshish @rainy-days-and-nights @evashuu perhaps also @inklessletter or @mickalaem?

#dnd #not technically #comissions #but still #i just want to be creative but its hard without inspo

[estrellami-1]

HOW THE FUCK DID I JUST LEARN Red, White & Royal Blue IS GOING TO BE A MOVIE AND WILL BE RELEASED IN LESS THAN A MONTH?????

I’m not okay holy shit I already texted Awesome Best Friend like “I AM coming over and we ARE watching this you have no choice in the matter”

Y’all. I don’t think you understand. I have been waiting for this my WHOLE DAMN LIFE. A female president???? A HISPANIC BISEXUAL KID?????? Listen okay Alex is ME and I love him and I NEED TO SEE JUNE AND NORA AND PEZ ALL TOGETHER AND I NEED TO SEE THIS MOVIE YESTERDAY.

I’m just. I’m not okay. I need that reaction pic the “hold on I need a minute” okay do you understand this is ME it’s MIDNIGHT and I’m having a fucking BREAKDOWN I was supposed to be going to bed and I scrolled through @mickalaem’s blog bc why not and I literally just realized it’s because I’ve had the #steddie filter permanently on my feed. Fuck. This is what happens when I hyperfixate, I forget about my other hyperfixations. Christ. How the FUCK am I supposed to sleep now. Mickala thank you I think even though you didn’t really do anything, it was my dumbass self’s fault in the first place. What the fuck am I meant to do now it’s midnight my alarm’s set for 6:40 and I’m not okay

#red white and royal blue #holy fuck y’all #I’m freaking out #I’m SO excited for this #y’all don’t even KNOW

[gregre369]

rules: tag 10 people you want to get to know better

Got tagged by @straight4joekeery literally like a month ago, sorry for the delay.

Relationship Status: single as all hell but not unavailable *nod nod wink wink*

Fave Color: pink (all the pink)🌸🩷💖🌷

Song stuck in my head: literally as I read this not a single thought is in my head. But um…’season of the witch’ by Joan Jett was stuck in my head all yesterday 🤷🏻‍♀️

Last Song listened to: ‘Mary on a cross’ by Ghost ✝️

Fave Foods: American Chinese Food 🥠 (don’t come for me, I know. But I do also eat just about everything)

Last thing I ate: home cooked gochujang chicken with spinach

Last thing I googled: how to spell gochujang but before that was ‘how to tell if my succulent needs water?’

Dream trip: the Highlands of Scotland 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 and India 🇮🇳.

Anything else I want: um.. I really need to stretch more.

10 16 people(I couldn’t decide):

@Artiststarme @Mickalaem @Ladykailitha @Crowntridentarius @Hairstevington @Steviesbicrisis @Stressedoutrainbows @Abirose10 @Livingfast04 @Navnae @Grimmfitzz @Rebel-walnut @Piratefishmama @Vyncentevelyn @Endless-screaming @steddieas-shegoes