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KAY (SHE/HER) | TWENTY-ONE | WRITER

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RECENTLY RELEASED

all this wild joy - Joel Miller x fem!reader am i allowed to cry? - Steve Harrington x fem!reader the tiger - Steve Harrington x fem!reader

find my respective masterlists' for each character below:

last updated: march 25, 2024

all this wild joy

joel miller x fem!reader

word count: [2.6K]

summary: you and joel turn heads in jackson but no one can take away all this wild joy you two worked too hard to find–plus, you really love his shitty pickup lines. 

warnings: no use of y/n, cursing, age-gap (joel is older but you decide how much), mentions of joel's violent past, hints of smut but not described in detail, lmk if i missed anything!

There’s a stark contrast between you both like midnight and daylight, a rebel and a careful daughter, the moon and saturn–but something about you two just makes sense…at least to you both. 

“You’re such an idiot,” you giggle, shaking your head at the man perched beside you, the cause of your smile that never budges from your face.

The reason is Joel Miller. The same man who never even cracks the slightest grin to anyone else, yet there he is in the Tipsy Bison on a Friday night, making you laugh like it’s the only thing he’s ever known how to do. It’s nothing new by any nature, ever since you and Joel got together you both had no issue flooring it through the fences and loving each other loudly despite the objections hurled your way.

am i allowed to cry?

steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: [2.8k]

warnings: cursing, allusion to depression and anxiety, reader nearly has a mental breakdown over the stress of work/school/and life, steve comes to the rescue don't worry (honestly just wrote this because seasonal depression combined with school and work and life is real as fuck and we all need some comfort), also semi proof-read, sorry!

summary: it feels like the weight of the world is on your shoulders, something too heavy for you to bear all alone, but you do, anyway. and when you finally collapse under pressure, the last person you want to worry is your boyfriend steve, but he’s your safe space, and all he ever wants you to know is that he’s going to be there for you through smiles and tears.

well 🧍‍♀️ as a reminder this blog is NOT a safe space for trump supporters but it IS a safe place for women, queers, trans ppl, people of color, undocumented people, and any marginalized group.

the tiger

steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: [5.4K]

warnings: warnings: semi proof-read, no use of y/n, established relationship, reader has *secret survival skills,* k!lling the guards who are attacking stevie + friends, fire, mentions of blood and death (don't worry it ends with fluff <3), (partly inspired by 'dot' in fargo s5)

Summary: Thrusted into the unknown of the Upside Down and otherworldly creatures that came with it, you finally had a reason to let the tiger out of its cage and to everyone’s surprise they never thought you had it in you to save their lives and the world.

“You have five fucking seconds to tell me where they’re coming from!”

Your voice clamored vociferously, standing above one of the obviously now dead guards that had been tracking your boyfriend and his friends around Star Court for god knows how long.

Had Steve not left the stupid walkie talkie on, you wouldn’t have heard the beseeching cries and shouts that had rung through the device while you were sitting at home having a day to yourself as you waited for him to clock out of work.

I THINK THERE'S BEEN A GLITCH

(THE SERIES MASTERLIST)

pairing: steve harrington x fem!baker + artist synopsis: As a small town artist and self taught baker from Roane County, you don’t always find yourself stumbling into Hawkins, but in some twist of fate you form unexpected friendships with a group of individuals in the neighboring town. Life seems to take another unexpected turn when Steve Harrington becomes the focal point of someone more than a friend. So while you think you might be more than a little self-effacing he’s already coining you as the most down-to-earth girl he’ll ever meet. It seems like the belief system you both had built in your minds is now slowly breaking down, as if you were made for each other...or was it just a glitch?

! more chaps / blurbs to come !

Glitch reader + Steve instagram pages!!!! (created by the lovely and talented @translatemunson)

the glitch masterlist is up to date!!! i hope you all love chapter six and stay tuned for the rest of glitch and steve's love story!!!

xoxo,

kay

I THINK THERES BEEN A GLITCH

CHAPTER SIX: GLORIOUS HAPPENINGS OF HAPPENSTANCE

chapter five | series masterlist | chapter seven

steve harrington x fem!baker + artist

word count: [13.2K]

warnings: no use of y/n, cursing, idiots pining, shitty ex being an idiot, talks of anxiety/panic attack, overall fluff

summary: the small town of hawkins finally hosts their first official farmers market, but it certainly wouldn't be a town affair without some drama and saboteurs.

COMING SOON...

GLITCH CHAPTER 6:

GLORIOUS HAPPENINGS OF HAPPENSTANCE

chapter five | series masterlist | chapter seven ↣

sneak peak:

You felt frozen in fear, nearly choking on the water as you felt your heart sink into the pit of your stomach and your palms began to sweat. The plastic bottle crinkled when your shaky fingers capped it closed. Unsure, you didn’t know whether to turn around and face him or run away and hide. “And you’re still baking for fun? Don’t tell me you haven’t found a real job yet.” The voice snickered cruelly, causing you to tighten your jaw, eyes pinching shut. “You need to leave.” You seethed, whipping towards him and snatching the canvas away from his hands with enough power to cause him to lose footing for a second. His face twisted into something evil, so condescending like he didn’t change at all, “What? Can’t take a little joke?”

COMING JULY 1ST

welcome to summer quests! ❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:・

hi lovelies! i'm working on a few feature length fics but in order to break up my writing time, i figured writing some short blurbs/imagine requests would be fun!
as always, im writing for st characters such as steve, eddie, robin, ect. but i am also open to writing the younger kids into the story! SMUT IS ONLY WRITTEN FOR 18+ CHARACTERS. i'm writing for a few fics i've written in the past (check below for specific ones), but if there's any other fic i've written that you want more of just send in an ask! check out a list of prompts and dialogues here, and also feel free to slide into my inbox with your own ideas!!

📮 submit your request to my inbox

so happy and giddy to be listed among these insanely talented and kind writers...gonna go through all of these and read them as soon as i can!!! thank you again, luc for including me...this means the world 💫🌏✨

Anonymous asked:

hii! omg so i rlly love your writing its incredible. i have two requests but you can choose whichever one! the first one is an imagine w steve and the reader based off of call it what you want by taylor. orr a hurt/comfort imagine where the reader is basically comforting steve maybe aft he’s had a fight w his parents or something? again i rlly love your writing literally look forward for new writeups all the time!

at least we did one thing right

a/n: this one has been sitting in my inbox since forever and i managed to stir up this cute little thing. ciwyw is one of my favorite tracks of reputation and i can't wait to get the re-recording of this (hopefully soon!!!)

The party was in full swing, and by party you meant all of your close friends who are gathered in Steve’s living room and kitchen entertaining themselves while you and Steve hid away in his backyard like a routine.

His gaze flickered through the sliding doors, mock concern etched on his features as he mutters under his breath, “I swear to god, they better not pick the pineapple off the other slices.”

You turned your head to see what he was going on about, and sure enough the teenage boys were ravaging the kitchen like they hadn’t eaten in days. At this rate, they were like bottomless pits, and you weren’t quite sure how they were able to put away a portion of food without blinking.

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