#stevehharrington

[gr-ogu]

Stranger Things 4 Concept.

#dailystrangerthings #strangerthingsedit #strangersource #stranger things #edits* #* #mikesmom #tuserjazz #stevehharrington #userelhoppers #ericasinclairs #nessa007 #tuserdee #userreb #usershaysh #tusercolleen #usersarahh #usergeo #userangie #really happy with how this turned out actually #bring on the graphics renaissance

[fatechica]

dance with me (make me sway) - A 2-Year Celebration

It occurred to me a few weeks ago that I was coming up on my two year anniversary in the Mileven fandom - two years to the day since I posted the first chapter of “love you like a love song” - and, when I realized it, I wanted to commemorate it.

The last two years have been an amazing, wild ride. I’ve become a part of a fandom in ways I never have before, I’ve made friends who I know will be with me the rest of my life, and I’ve been happier than I think I may have ever been before, my life fulfilled and enriched in ways I never imagined.

To say that becoming part of the Stranger Things fandom was one of the best things that I’ve ever done would be the biggest understatement ever. You all make my life better and I’m glad to be part of one of the most wonderful groups of people I’ve ever had the privilege of being part of.

To thank you all for letting me be part of this crazy ride, this is for you. This is to all the people who’ve become my friends over the past couple of years, those who have come and gone, those who are still here, and those who are yet to come.

To that end, there are a relative handful of people I wanted to tag: @formerlyjannafaye @milevens @el-borealis @milesfairchild @dustinhendrsn @stevehharrington @elshopper @elhoppers @martygalwrites @dustinsteves @mikewheeler @summer-in-hawkins @serendipitousrambles @milevenhearteyes @elizabthturner @girls-are-weird @thief-and-dragonfly @maplestreet @lovelysheree

I know I’m missing someone, but you all are people I call amongst my closest friends, people I’m proud to say I know and love. Thank you for making all of this something I could never, ever regret.

To that end, I’ve written something I’ve been wanting to write for a while, something that encapsulates so many of my feelings.

(and, for the gc ladies, i’ve written my mileven dancing fic. you check me off the list, now, and you’re welcome.)

Every day feels like he’s living a dream, one he never wants to wake up from. He knows it’s not a dream, though. It took too much hard work to get here – too much blood and sweat and tears, too much back and forth, coming together before being pulled apart, repeating this what felt like over and over again. 

But they’re here now – they made it – and he never has to dream ever again. Because, every day, he wakes up to his dream. Because, every day, he wakes up and goes about his day and comes home to his wife. 

Because every day, Mike comes home to El.

It’s not perfect. Nothing is, after all. Both Mike and El are headstrong, passionate individuals and sometimes things get heated, intense in the wrong way. But the love they feel for each other smooths out all those speed bumps and, more often than not, helps them channel their stronger impulses into something positive. It helps them love each other just that much more, helps them love each other each and every day. 

There’s nothing special about today except that every day Mike spends with El is special, each one better than the last. Each time, he thinks this is it, I can’t be any more in love with her than I am right now. And every. single. day. he falls just that much more in love with El, falls in love with her all over again. 

It’s almost never something big that makes him realize this – the way she smiles at him when he greets her after he gets home, the way she laces her fingers through his as they head up to bed at the end of the evening, the way she laughs and talks and just exists with him. 

Tonight, it’s the way she’s standing at the sink while she does the dishes. He cooked tonight, so by the agreement they came to when they moved in together several years ago, it’s her turn to do the dishes. 

El’s standing at the sink, weight mostly resting on one leg, hair up in a loose bun with wisps falling to frame her face and neck. She’s wearing a loose sweater, neckline slipping down to expose the smooth curve of one shoulder, and a pair of leggings that skim tight to the lines of her legs. One bare foot is firmly planted on the ground, while the other is propped against it, heel resting on her ankle, foot arched almost sensually. 

But, the thing that Mike notices most of all as he walks into the kitchen, the last of the dinner dishes in hand, is the way El is swaying to the music that’s playing. 

El always has the music playing while she does the dishes and today is no exception. Today’s selection is from the local Oldies radio station, airwaves filling the kitchen with the sounds of Big Band and jazz and the Rat Pack. 

The rich sounds of Frank Sinatra are starting to fade out, Mike recognizing the final notes of “Fly Me To The Moon”, as he sets the last couple plates on the counter next to El. Her proximity calls to him with its sweet, siren’s song and Mike’s barely able to set the dishes down before his arms are reaching for her, sliding around her waist as he pulls her to him, body molding to hers. He buries his face against her neck and breathes in the sweet scent of her. The feel of her skin against his is the one of the greatest rushes known to man and he’s like a drug addict, forever chasing the high that he can only get from her. 

El leans back against him, back curving to mirror the lean of his body. “Hi,” she breathes just loud enough to be heard over the running water. 

The feel of El in his arms is the cure for pretty much everything, even if nothing is wrong, and Mike finds himself burrowing deeper into her, holding her tight. He never wants to let her go. “Hi,” he murmurs against El’s neck, head rotating so he can press a lingering kiss on the skin right beneath her jaw.

El shivers at the press of his lips and Mike tries to hold back the grin that threatens to creep onto his face. She’s so responsive – always has been – and it makes him a little eager, impatient, to eventually move upstairs to their bedroom. All things in due time, he thinks as El breathes in deeply. “I’m trying to do the dishes,” she says in weak admonishment. 

“I can see that,” Mike says, losing the battle against keeping the grin off his face. “Don’t let me interrupt.”

El’s breath leaves her in a huffed sigh. “You’re gonna, anyway,” she mumbles. 

That pulls a laugh from him, low and husky, and Mike starts to sway with the music that surrounds them, emanating from the old radio perched on the windowsill above the sink. “You know me too well,” Mike says, still barely above a murmur. 

“Well, it’s only been 11 years,” El says with a barely contained snort. 

“Hmm, good point,” Mike says as he nuzzles into her neck, breathing her in deep, lungs filling with the lingering scent of her perfume, mixing potently with the remaining hints of her shampoo and something that is just so fundamentally El, soft and addicting. He’s been trying for years to figure out what it is and he knows he’s going to spend the rest of his life trying to crack that particular mystery (it doesn’t matter if he succeeds – not at all. All that matters is that she’s here for him to try and solve it.).

The song on the radio changes, starting with a simple piano intro, and Mike’s heart skips a beat as he recognizes the song. His arms untangle from around El’s waist, hands sliding to her hips to pull her away from the sink, soft need filling every inch of him. 

El lets him pull her away from the sink, but not without a soft whine in the process. “Mike, the dishes.”

“They’re not going anywhere,” Mike rasps, a chuckle in his voice. “Dance with me.” 

El sighs, but he knows he has her as she takes his hand, the other sliding up to curve over his shoulder. “Mike,” she admonishes, but it lacks true strength. This isn’t the first time Mike’s done this and it certainly won’t be the last. 

El’s hand in his is warm and wet from the water still trickling into the sink, a little slippery from the dish soap, but Mike thinks it’s perfect as Elvis’ voice begins to croon from the radio. “Wise men say only fools rush in, but I can’t help falling in love with you….”

The look in El’s eyes is warm and rich, amber-flecked irises darting back and forth as her gaze dances across his face. Her cheeks are gently flushed, suffusing the light tan of her skin with the prettiest pink Mike’s ever seen, and her perfect, richly full lips are curved in an enticing smile. God, Mike doesn’t know how he got so lucky. He wonders this every day and he’s never been able to figure it out. The only thing he can chalk it up to is the only streak of luck he’s ever had in his entire life. 

(he doesn’t know this, not really, but it’s not luck. el knows it’s because he was the first person who never judged her, the first person who gave her a home and a name and a place to belong, the only person who’s ever really understood her. it’s a gift she can never, ever repay and she will spend the rest of her life making sure he knows how much she loves him for the simple, yet overwhelming kindness he’s given her.)

But, for the moment, there’s just them, the warm light of their kitchen, and the dulcet, crooning tones of Elvis’ “Can’t Help Falling In Love With You” as they sway back and forth in the middle of their kitchen. El’s warm in his arms, smiling up at him like he’s all she’ll ever need, and Mike’s heart resumes its daily attempt to beat its way out of his chest. The feel of her in his arms is everything, more than he could have ever imagined, more than he ever could have hoped for, and he will forever be grateful to have her in his life, to have her with him.

“Take my hand, take my whole life too,” comes the voice from the radio and Mike can’t help but be hyper aware of El’s hand in his, the smooth metal of her wedding band digging into where their fingers are interlaced, a poignant reminder of the promise they made to each other, ‘til death do they part, as long as they both shall live – the way it’s been since he first found her in the rain, even if he didn’t know it at the time. 

He’s leaning towards her before he’s even fully aware that he’s doing it, drawn to her like a moth to a flame, unable to care that he’s permanently and irreversibly caught in her gravity well with no exit velocity. But it’s ok because El’s leaning up towards him, their lips meeting in a gentle kiss that sets his whole soul aflame. Her lips are soft against his, soft and lush and full, like heaven against his. Her kiss is the only one Mike’s ever known and he never wants to know any other for the rest of his life. 

The sound of El’s whimpering gasp as he kisses her sends a warm shiver down his spine, heat pooling low in his belly, and Mike kisses El that much harder, the eternal love and desire he feels for her needing an outlet, one his mouth is more than eager to provide. She kisses him back, lips soft yet firm against his, and Mike’s soul just soars. Every time he kisses her is a little like the first time, pulse racing and skin thrumming, and Mike realizes, as he has every day of his life, that El is the only person for him, the only one he wants for as long as he lives. 

And he’ll never, ever regret it. 

They stand there, kissing in the kitchen as they sway to the radio, bodies pressed against each other like they were meant to fit together. Soon, El will shut off the water and take both of Mike’s hands in hers before guiding him towards the stairs, dishes forgotten as they get swept up in each other. 

But, right now, there’s just them, the gentle music that surrounds them, and the overwhelming love they share for each other. 

For the moment, in this endless moment full of nothing but the love they share for each other, it’s enough. 

And it always, always will be. 

#stranger things #mileven #my fic #i love you all #so very very much #this is the smallest token of my affection #i will never feel worthy of being a part of such a wonderful group of people #maybe someday i will be

[supercomms]

hey everyone. i finally got my blog back from being hacked. however, i have started a new one at @stevehharrington and after this whole mess, i think i will be staying there for a while! so find me there! im so sorry for all the horrible spam my blog has been putting out. i had no way into my account and im sorry it took so long for me to get back in control of it! hope to see u at my new location. 

lots of love

mady :) 

#this was such a fucking disaster #also all of u who sent me messages like 'u got hacked' my dude i knOWWWW I COULDNT EVEN LOGIN LOL #i appreciate u all #sorry for this whole thing

[dustinhendrsn]

visions in the water (static in your mind)

the party (stranger things) 3.4k. G. my own concept of what the beginning of a season (intended for s3, but could be anything now) might look like! dedicated to my gc girls!💛

“I see it,” Will says quietly. “It’s real.”

There’s blood in the pool. So much blood. Wisps and streaks of it that dye the water purple. He blinks over and over and over, but it’s still there, vivid and impossible to ignore. The cotton suddenly clogging his chest tells him it’s real. He’s seen things for the last several years, visions and flashes and nightmares every time he closes his eyes, but they’ve never been real. Knowing that it was all in his fucked-up head was his one relief, but now he doesn’t even have that reassurance.

read it on ao3! taglist below.

@milesfairchild @elshopper @elhoppers @fatechica @summer-in-hawkins @mikewheeler @formerlyjannafaye @maplestreet @milevenhearteyes @serendipitousrambles @robinbuckely @elizabthturner @stevehharrington @martygalwrites

#stranger things #stranger things fanfic #st #the party #that extra as all hell title babey #you know it's an anna fic if it's got that!!! #i wrote this like a year ago and just found it again last night lmao #i'm not in love with it but i like to think it's cool so #anna puts words together

[stevehharrington]

hi just so y’all know i’m trying to be more active from @supercomms again!!!!! i’ll post from both pages now that i have both bc FUN! :) i miss my old page and i’m getting over the initial anxiety of losing major followers and gettin hacked blah blah blah anyway just thought y’all should know i’ll be active on both accs from now on!!! ok thanks for listening to me ramble cya!!! i still track usermady and BOTH urls (stevehharrington and supercomms)

ALSO DOES ANYONE KNOW HOW TO MASS DELETE DMS i got a lot yelling at me for being hacked when i had no access to my acc and they make me so anxious fjdjfsjsjaj ok bye!!

#shut up mady #love u all!!

[hawkinsindiana]

spell out your url with song titles and tag 10 people

the absolute legend mady ( @stevehharrington ) tagged me and i can’t resist her sdkfsdjflskdjf

keep on loving you - reo speedwagon

ex friends - viigo

nasa - ariana grande

neon experience - junius meyvant

your best american girl - mitski

strawberries & cigarettes - troye sivan

sweet dreams (are made of this) - eurythmics

personal lies - djo

another one bites the dust - queen

city boy - calpurnia

everybody wants to rule the world - tears for fears

give me more music to listen to! tagging: @styleslouis @zendaya-colemen @stephensking @stevebabey @alexiscrose @wigofokoye @wallacetdog @okwillthewise @dolhargrove @haylcyon

#it took every fiber of my being to not make this whole list one direction and disney sdkfsdjflsdf #tags games! #kenny screams!

[lucascsinclairs]

spell out your url with song titles and tag 10 people

I was tagged by @stevehharrington @okwillthewise @dustinhendrsn thank you guys!!

S Supercut by Lorde

U Under Pressure by Queen 

M Midnight City by M83

M Maybe by Half-Alive

E Everybody Wants to Rule the World by Tears for Fears 

R RBB by Red Velvet

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I I Like Me Better by Lauv

N Nocturnal Creatures by Bastille

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H Heroes by Peter Gabriel 

A Almost (Sweet Music) by Hozier

W Whistle by Blackpink

K Kär i din kärlek by Molly Sandén 

I I Melt with You by The Modern English 

N New Year’s Day by Taylor Swift 

S Saturday Nights by Khalid

#thank you for tagging me you guys! #the pressure was on though #you have such cool music tastes! #it took me like a half an hour to find the u song #i had to go on a deep dive on spotify #but i found one! #tagged in #about me

[milevenhearteyes]

spell out your url with song titles and tag 10 people!

I was tagged by my babes @stevehharrington @elshopper @dustinhendrsn. Thank you!

M - Maybe, Janis Joplin

I -  I need my girl, The National

L - Le vent nous portera, Sophie Hunger

E - Eleanor Rigby, The Beatles

V - Vogue, Madonna

E - Every breath you take, The Police

N - Nice dream, Radiohead

H - Here comes your man, Pixies

E - Eventually, Tame Impala

A - Age of consent, New Order

R - Read my mind, The Killers

T - Tiger mountain peasant song, Fleet Foxes

E - Everybody wants to rule the world, Tears for Fears

Y - Yes I’m changing, Tame Impala

E - Eel, Post Animal

S - Sweet thing, Twin Peaks

Tagging @maplestreet @michael-vvheeler @mikewheeler @robinbuckely @martygalwrites <3

#tag games

[gr-ogu]

HAPPY HOLIDAYS! → Whatever holiday you celebrate (or don’t!) here’s some winter-themed icons for you! 🎁🎄🤶⛄️🎅⭐️

12 caps, 60 icons total!

150 x 150 px

Find all the icons under the cut

Like or reblog if you use please!!!!! :-)

Credit not needed, but appreciated!

#dailystrangerthings #strangerthingsedit #tvstrangerthings #strangersource #my icons #stranger things #mikesmom #captainpoe #usershaysh #userreb #ericasinclairs #nessa007 #usersarahh #usergeo #userangie #userelhoppers #stevehharrington #tuserjazz #holidayicons* #sticons*

[dustinhendrsn]

spell out your url with song titles and tag 10 people

tagged by @stevehharrington!! thanks lemon <3

d - doubt, hippo campus u - ultraviolence, lana del rey s - strawberry swing, coldplay t - terrible love, the national i - it’s only right, wallows n - natural villain, twin peaks h - harlem, new politics e - eventually, tame impala n - neon gravestones, twenty one pilots d - daytime, lunar vacation r - ralphie, post animal s - sign of the times, harry styles n - nocturnal me, echo and the bunnymen

tagging @milesfairchild, @formerlyjannafaye, @mikewheeler, @elshopper, @elizabthturner, @elhoppers, @fatechica, @summer-in-hawkins, @avocadoapocalypse, and @milevenhearteyes!

#tagged #about me #these are funnnn #i found harlem and i was like HELLLLL YEAH

[gr-ogu]

spell out your url with song titles and tag 10 people!

tagged by the lovely: @hharrington @stevehharrington @dustinhendrsn @mowowow @wolfish-willow thank you loves 🥺

E - everybody wants to rule the world, tears for fears

L - lovesong, the cure

S - somebody else, the 1975

H - hold onto me, mayday parade

O - oceans, seafret

P - patience, tame impala

P - postpone, catfish and the bottlemen

E - every breath you take, the police

R - roddy, djo

I’m tagging: @mikewheeler @milesfairchild @elhoppers @robinbuckely @serendipitousrambles @summer-in-hawkins @fatechica @milevenhearteyes @martygalwrites @kennysspace ❤️

#my url is short so i didn’t get to do many songs >:( #also i feel i should say #i don’t usually do these #because they contain a lot of personal info i don’t want to share #so if you’ve ever tagged me and i’ve not done it #it’s not because i don’t appreciate it! #just because i don’t really do them! #about me