#Steve is an artist and no one can tell me otherwise | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

lexirosewrites · 10 months

Text

hi, I’m LexiRoseWrites

(pfp made by @/itcanbepalped)

☆ you can call me Lexi or Lex

☆ 28, nonbinary, bisexual, autistic, and a nurse

☆ they/he/she, but they/he preferred— gendered terms of any sort are fine with me!

☆ twitter/X: @LexiRoseWrites1

☆ my inbox is open and you’re welcome to ask me anything or send me a request! (I will delete hate/bullying sent, so don’t bother)

☆ please ask before writing about one of my posts! I am not a prompt generator, so make sure you ask first!!

☆ this is an 18+ blog because while I write lots of steddie and specifically omegaverse content, occasionally you’ll find NSFW things or a dead dove here (always heavily tagged) because I’m apparently the big scary proshipper you’ve been warned about

☆ blog navigation: #my fics, #my asks, #wip Wednesday, #throwback Thursday fics, #spreadsheet Saturday, #slick Sunday

↓ masterlist of ficlets and fics below the cut ↓

TUMBLR FICLETS

Steddie:

☆ Amnesia ☆ Card Games ☆ Dinner Reservations ☆ Handcuffs ☆ Lingerie ☆ Not Dating ☆ Serial Killer Soulmates: part 1 | part 2 ☆ Steve Accidentally Summons a Demon: part 1 | part 2 ☆ Steve Isn’t Coping ☆ Transfem Stevie ☆

Omegaverse Steddie:

☆ 24-Hour Diner: part 1 | part 2 ☆ Alpha-for-Hire Eddie ☆ Autistic Omega Steve ☆ Baby Mine ☆ Birthday Massage ☆ Bitchy Omega Steve / Lovesick Alpha Eddie: part 1 | part 2 | part 3 ☆ Camboy Steve ☆ Everyone is a Beta ☆ Expectations ☆ Fake Dating Fertility Clinic ☆ Fate Binds Us ☆ Hairdresser Steve/Rockstar Eddie ☆ Health Class ☆ Hellfire Cult ☆ I didn’t know we were dating: part 1 | part 2 | part 3 ☆ Infertility ☆ Kas Eddie ☆ Losing Control ☆ Nestless Omega Steve ☆ Older Steve/Younger Eddie ☆ Oral Coach Steve ☆ Pathetic Omega Steve ☆ Platonic Stobin ☆ Popstar Steve/Director Eddie ☆ Scent Blockers ☆ Speak Now ☆ Steve Gets A Puppy ☆ Such A Good Boy ☆ The Bachelor ☆ The Best Present ☆ The Reunion ☆ Time Loop ☆ Unknowingly Claimed ☆ Wealthy Steve/Busker Eddie ☆

General Omegaverse:

☆ Alpha/Omega Voices ☆ Basic Guide to Omegaverse Terms ☆ Bite Lore ☆ Rejection Sickness ☆ Scruffing ☆

AO3 FICS

All of my fics are steddie unless otherwise stated, mostly explicit and omegaverse, but check actual tags before reading anything please!

☆ Current WIPs ☆

A Million Dreams: A/B/O, circus AU, 2/4 chapters, 10k

Scatter The Ashes: A/B/O, mafia AU, sequel to Watch It All Burn, 4/16 chapters, 18k

Waking Up In Vegas: A/B/O, accidental mating, rockstar Eddie, 5/15 chapters, 33k

☆ Unfinished (Series) ☆

Going For The Gold: A/B/O, ice skater Steve/hockey player Eddie, 18k

Jailbirds Can’t Fly: A/B/O, dead dove, prison AU, bitching, 12k

Keep It On Campus: A/B/O, college AU, 22k

Lucky Number 666: A/B/O, mafia AU, single parent Steve, 3k

My Heart’s Been Borrowed and Yours Has Been Blue: A/B/O, divorced kindergarten teacher Steve/tattoo artist Eddie, 25k

The Bunny and The Wolf: A/B/O, mafia AU, 154k

☆ Complete ☆

A Prince and His Pauper: A/B/O, medieval/royalty AU, stuttering Steve, 100k

All I Want For Christmas Is You: A/B/O, Christmas fic, 6k

And The Sun Will Rise: A/B/O, zombie apocalypse AU, 41k

Bandaids (And Other Home Remedies): A/B/O, pediatric nurse Steve/single dad Eddie, 87k

Bleeding Heart: A/B/O, vampire Eddie/human Steve, 21k

Business Before Pleasure: A/B/O, Buckingham, Office AU, 16k

Exigency Contact: A/B/O, threesome, Steddie/Stargyle/Steddigyle, rockstar Eddie, 10k

Five Years: amnesia, 1k

Fragile (Handle With Care): A/B/O, soulmates, rockstar Eddie, 117k

He’s So Mean: A/B/O, high school AU, 3k

Let Me Be Your (Teddy Bear): A/B/O, bitching, 11k

Mad World: trans male Eddie, childhood friends, 3k

More of You to Love: A/B/O, chubby Steve, 4k

Never Be Alone Again: A/B/O, dead dove, stalker Eddie, 3k

Oblivious: t4t, mutual pining, 3k

On A Different Page: A/B/O, didn’t know they were dating, 7k

Online, Offline (Out of My Mind): A/B/O, soulmates, online dating, actor Steve/mechanic Eddie, 41k

Screaming Your Name In The Dark: A/B/O, dead dove, Kas Eddie, alternating past/present timelines, 27k

Tell Me About It, Stud: A/B/O, studding, 7k

The Rings Stay On: cis female Steve, 4k

The Start of Something Perfect: A/B/O, soulmates, 2k

The Stutter and The Freak: stuttering Steve, 14k

Touch Me: A/B/O, omega/omega, therapist Eddie/touch-repulsed Steve, 12k

Unholy Matrimony: demon Eddie/human Steve, 5k

Unsafe Bet: A/B/O, high school AU, dating as a prank, 65k

#pinned post

475 notes · View notes

hairstevington · 11 months

Text

flowers and ink (part 6)

Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington

Summary: Steve plans his second date with Eddie, but before they go out again the group heads to the mysterious one-woman show, Pot of Gold.

(part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, link to Ao3)

Word Count: 2.6K

Warnings: Tattoo artist/florist trope modern day au, you all know the drill by now, this chapter contains a lot of talk about marijuana but is otherwise wholesome and cute!

A/N: I'm BACK! Had to take a quick break for Steddie Week and also I saw Taylor Swift over the weekend but I am so happy to update this again! I've been holding onto this plotline for a WHILE and I am very excited for you to read. Also - to all those who've left comments so far, please know they make my whole day. Thank you so much <3

“Robin, I’m an idiot.”

Steve was pacing the floor after his date with Eddie, visibly anxious.

“Why? What happened?” she asked, concerned. “Did the rest of the show not go well?”

“No, it went PERFECT!” Steve replied. “And then I had to go and tell him that I would plan the best date of his life for our next one, and what am I supposed to do? Like, did you see him up there? He’s a rockstar, Robin! He’s charming, and he’s hot, and he’s - like, what am I supposed to do? How do I top that? I can’t!”

Robin stood and watched him ramble, nonplussed.

“You’re right,” she said. “You are an idiot.”

“Thank you, I know.”

“No,” Robin continued. “You’re an idiot because Eddie is clearly into you and no matter what you do he’s going to love it.”

Steve wasn’t convinced.

“Sure,” he said sarcastically.

“Dingus, come on. Did you see what he did for you tonight? He obviously wanted to impress you, and he did.”

“Yeah, and now I don’t know how I’m going to impress him,” Steve replied. Robin sighed, then smacked him playfully on the arm. “Ow!”

“Idiot!” she repeated. “You’ve already impressed him. You’ll be fine.”

Steve thought about this, then shrugged. Robin was probably right. She usually was. It was annoying, but it kept him from self-destructing, so that was good. Before Robin, back when he was in high school, he used to do all kinds of weird shit to impress girls. He thought back on those times fondly, but it’s not like he could do any of that nowadays.

Although, it did give him a bit of inspiration on how to update his old tactics. And then, he had an amazing idea.

“Oh my god,” he said. “I think I know what I’m gonna do.”

“Hallelujah,” Robin responded, unamused. “Can we talk about my thing now?”

Robin told Steve about her conversation with Gareth, and how they were all potentially going to go to the mysterious one-woman show the following night. Robin didn’t get Gareth’s number or anything, because of course she didn’t, so Steve had to reach out to Eddie to kick off coordinating the whole thing.

Steve: Did Gareth tell you about going to see that play with Robin?

Steve: Also hi 🙂

Eddie: Hello! Yes he did. And by that I mean I asked him just now. Tomorrow?

Steve: Yeah, 7pm.

Eddie: Cool. I’m in!

Steve: Awesome, I’ll let her know!

Steve: Oh also, just so we’re clear. This is NOT the date.

Eddie: No?

Eddie: I’m imagining you surprising me by jumping on stage and announcing you’ve been the mystery woman all along or something

Steve: Hahahaha

Steve: I’m not a stage person like you, but I do have something planned

Eddie: Color me intrigued

Steve: 😘

Steve: Had a great time tonight btw

Eddie: Likewise :)

To say Eddie was giddy would be an understatement. He was practically vibrating with excitement after he dropped Steve off, fresh off the high of both performing again and kissing an extremely hot guy.

Eddie was truly living his best life.

He walked into work the next day with a spring in his step. Eddie never walked with a spring in his step. He noticed Bob recognized the abnormal behavior from across the room, but thankfully the man minded his business.

“Helloooooo Sonic,” Eddie said to the cactus as he took off his coat and put it on the rack. He sat down. “You’ll never guess what happened last night.” Eddie took his books and drawing tablet from his drawer, pausing for an imaginary answer. “Damn! How’d you guess? Did Steve tell you?”

“Good morning, champ,” Bob said as he stood in the doorway. Eddie jolted back, blushing at being caught. “Love the energy, but maybe you should use that friendliness with the customer up front?”

“Got it, sorry,” Eddie said, rushing out of the office and to the waiting area. Bob just laughed to himself, then sat down at the desk to work on some spreadsheet about expenses that Eddie could never understand.

Steve was making Eddie lose his mind in the best way. It had been a while since he’d felt this playful or silly. He used to be all kinds of theatrical, but he’d gotten a lot more subdued. Steve was reigniting that part of him, and it felt nice.

The rest of his day went by in a blur. He’d never been more charismatic and nice to the customers, even the ones he usually would find annoying. Bob seemed to approve of his attitude, and as a reward let him leave early. He had no other appointments anyway. This gave Eddie time to go home and get ready for this show - which, prior to this day, Eddie had no interest in. But Steve and Robin and Gareth and the rest of the guys would be there, and that made it more than appealing.

He wanted to kiss Steve again. Badly. That was the one drawback about being around friends - Eddie was cool with PDA once in an established relationship, but he wasn’t about to suck face with Steve in front of other people when they’d only been on one date. That would be weird.

Whatever Steve had planned better be soon - AND in private.

This wasn’t a standard theater. It was actually just a house. A house that had been repurposed, sure, but a house nonetheless.

“Is this the right place?” Steve asked.

“Yeah,” Robin confirmed, double checking the address on her phone.

“There’s a sign over there,” Eddie said. They all walked towards the tiny sign with an arrow that pointed to a path that led to a door. All of it was very weird, but cool.

“God, I love shit like this,” Gareth added with a grin. “Like, are we gonna get murdered or are we gonna see a show? Let’s find out.” The rest of the group laughed, and then they headed to the door. There was a tiny handwritten note.

Knock to the beat of your favorite song.

“What the fuck are we doing?” Eddie said, chuckling. “Who is this woman?” He was amused by the whole situation more than anything. Like Gareth, Eddie lived for weird situations. Plus, Steve had his arm around him, so honestly anything could happen at this show and he’d still be happy.

“Robbie, this is all you,” Steve prodded, motioning for her to do the knocking. She did so, knocking a specific pattern into the wall. Steve smirked, knowing which song it belonged to.

“So, what’s it from?” Gareth asked.

“I’ll never tell,” Robin remarked. Steve considered revealing it, but held his tongue. Especially because, moments later, some guy with long straight hair down to his waist answered the door and spoiled it before anyone else could.

“Heyyy, Stevie Nicks! Excellent choice, my dude,” the man said as he high-fived a stunned Robin.

“How did you know that?” Steve asked.

“Wait, he got it right?” Eddie wondered. Robin nodded. “Damn. Do you always know the songs?”

“Only the best ones, amigo,” the man replied with a warm smile. “Come on in!”

The group looked at each other, dumbfounded, before walking into the house. They were led through a living room down to a basement, where a makeshift stage was set up. Chairs were in front of it. Nobody else was there yet.

“Oh my god,” Robin whispered to Steve. “I can’t believe you wanted me to go to this alone.”

“I didn’t want you to go alone,” he insisted. “I just said you should go to find out what it was all about, because you were clearly obsessed with it.”

The man spun around, causing the group to stop in their tracks.

“Alrighty, Brochachos,” he began. “My name is Argyle, and I’ll be your host on this lovely evening. This is my house, so any house questions I’m your guy. Bathrooms are upstairs and to the right. Pick any seat you want down here, and I’d highly recommend checking out the table back there for a fully immersive experience.”

All heads turned to the back.

“Oh, shit,” Gareth muttered. “Is that what I think it is?”

“If you think it’s drugs, then ding ding ding my friend,” Argyle responded. “We’ve got a full spread back there. Joints, pipes, edibles. No pressure though if you wanna ride the sober train. Pizza is over there, but I will warn you it’s ham and pineapple. Try before you deny, folks. If you need me, I’ll be up there.”

Argyle disappeared back up the stairs.

“Okay, it’s official,” Eddie said. “This is the best day of my life.”

They raided the table of weed and then sat down in the middle of the room a few rows back. They waited until five minutes before scheduled showtime, and no one else showed up.

Robin had never been more grateful in her life to be with friends.

The lights dimmed.

“Oh, I am so fucking ready for this,” Gareth said with a grin, already blazed out of his mind. A spotlight appeared on stage, and then the star of the show walked out.

She had long blonde wavy hair and beautiful big eyes. She was wearing cargo pants and a tiny piece of fabric that could barely pass as a shirt. The woman got a joint from her pocket, lit it, and took a drag before speaking.

“The first time I smoked weed I was sixteen,” she started. “I’d been having these horrible headaches and one of my friends suggested I’d try it out. Everyone was doing it. It was honestly weird that I wasn’t doing it.”

“Holy shit,” Eddie muttered.

“What?” Steve asked.

“Shh!” Robin said. The woman on stage smirked.

“So, I met up with this guy in the woods behind the school. He was known for being the one to go to for these things. And he says to me, ‘what can I do you for, Goldie?’ And I had no idea what I was supposed to say. Long story short, I tried every strain I could get my hands on with that guy for the next few weeks. Some helped the headaches, but some were just fun. And some -” She stood up and walked to a canvas on the side of the stage. “Some made me a really good painter.”

She continued to smoke and paint as she told her story. Her and this guy continued to hang out the rest of her time in high school, forming something of a relationship. She described it as being very powerful, and often thought of it as being her first love, but that they hadn’t spoken since graduation. She then went on to talk about how she moved to California after graduating and met Argyle, and all the adventures she’d had since. She opened up about her body dysmorphia, then finished the show talking about her journey to find herself and her sexuality.

It was all incredibly captivating, and once the spotlight went out and she walked off stage, the group in the audience was left speechless.

“Wow, that was…” Steve began. His high had faded halfway through the show, and he was so immersed in it that he didn’t continue smoking. “Way better than anything I could have imagined.”

“I think I’m actually in love with her,” Robin said with wide eyes. Gareth chuckled and murmured something to Eddie, who elbowed him in the ribs. “What?”

“Eddie, come on,” Gareth prodded. “Tell them.”

“Tell us what?” Steve asked. Someone cleared their throat beside them, and they all turned their heads to reveal the star of the show standing there, her hands on her hips.

“Eddie Munson,” she said, smirking. “I thought it was you.”

Robin and Steve’s jaws dropped.

“Hey, Goldie,” Eddie responded.

“Wait, what?” Steve exclaimed, his eyes bugging out of his head.

“Hi,” Robin said softly with a slight wave. “I’m Robin.” The woman, Goldie, turned to Robin and fully looked her up and down, checking her out.

“Chrissy,” she responded. “Nice to meet you.”

Steve didn’t even have to look at Robin to know she was about to pass out.

“So,” Eddie said, standing up. “I guess we all have some catching up to do.” The others followed suit, and then they walked as a group up the stairs and to the living room to sit down and talk.

Apparently, Chrissy had gone to the same high school as Eddie, Gareth, and the rest of the band. Eddie and Chrissy had been extremely close, but then Eddie took off and never looked back after graduation. They only referred to it, but Steve could tell it was a sore spot. He wondered what exactly had caused Eddie to leave them all behind. That conversation would have to wait until at least the third date, though.

Eventually, the reminiscing died down, and the group decided to head out. Eddie told Chrissy where he worked, and mentioned when she could stop in. On their way out, Chrissy pulled Robin aside. Eddie smiled to himself when he overheard them exchanging numbers.

Evidently, he wasn’t the only one who’d had an excellent day.

“Oh my god. Oh my GOD. Oh. My god!”

Robin had been talking like that for about ten minutes now.

“She - she wants to go out with me. With me. And she - I mean, you saw her, right? She’s - like, holy shit. She’s perfect. I can’t believe this.”

“So,” Eddie said to Steve. “You think she’s gonna say yes?” Steve chuckled.

“Robin, you’re hot as hell,” he assured her. “I’m not surprised at all.”

“Shut up, Steve,” she responded. “You have to say that, because we’re best friends. It’s like when mom says I’m pretty.”

“I think she just compared you to her mom, dude,” Gareth teased.

“Okay,” Eddie interjected. “Well, I’m not your best friend and I agree with Steve. You’re gorgeous.”

“Thank you,” Robin blushed. “But you’re dating my best friend, so you have to say that, too. Also, you’re gay.” Gareth chimed in next.

“Alright, well I hardly know you AND I’m straight and Robin, for the love of god, know your worth. You and Chrissy are both goddesses and you’re perfect for each other.”

The group halted in their steps and turned to Gareth, stunned.

“What?” he said. “I’m just telling it like it is.”

They each headed to their cars and split for the night. The band promised to come back to town at some point so they could all meet up again. It was a bittersweet farewell, especially for Robin, but at least there were a lot of ways to keep in touch with people long distance.

Steve and Eddie walked hand in hand down the sidewalk together. This time, Steve was the one taking Eddie home.

“So, when do you want to go out again?” he asked.

“I’m free tomorrow,” Eddie replied.

“You’d want to see me three days in a row?” Steve asked, delighted.

“Don’t act so surprised,” Eddie teased. “You and Robin both need a little self-esteem.”

“There’s a reason we’re better together,” Steve explained. “And why we’re so codependent.”

“Right,” Eddie responded. “So, tomorrow?” Steve smirked, then kissed Eddie for the first time since their date the night before. They both melted into it quickly, craving the affection they’d been keeping themselves from. They broke from each other and smiled.

“Tomorrow,” Steve confirmed.

“Good,” Eddie said on an exhale. “Cuz I wanna do a whole lot more of that.” Steve chuckled.

“Oh, we will,” he said. “I’ll pick you up at seven?”

“Sounds good,” Eddie responded.

Steve went home after that, then smoked the rest of what he’d picked up at the show.

What an excellent day all around for everybody.

(next part)

---------------------------

@paintballkid711 @abraca-fxckyou @allbimyself26 @jellybabiesforall @allbymyselfexceptformycactus @justaloadofgarbage-blog @alliemunsonsstuff @undreamingnscatworld @hobbitnarwhal @calivanus @wreckmyplans-thatsmyman @antheia @goodolefashionedloverboi @lillemilly @missmagillicuddy @gamerdano @menamesniall @eyeslikewildflowers111 @callmesirkay @stringischeese @eds-trashmouth @mnl-enuh @redfreckledwolf @itsanarrum @soulsofstarsliveinyourveins @stevesbipanic @momotonescreaming @aryakanojiaa @wrenisflying @comicmadlover @lilacrobin @itch-my-b0nez @anonymousbandgirl @disastardly @dangdirtydemons @daisyellsong @val-from-lawrence @starryeyedpoet17 @taikawaiteatea @clumsiluni @hollysimone @swimmingbirdrunningrock @witchofhawkins @steddiegarbage @suddenlyinlove @ricekristytreaty @eddielives1986 @bunnyweasley23 @thefailcollection @ppunkpuppyy @bestwifehaver @httpsphynx @irregular-child @skjachukson

#flowers and ink #steddie #steddie fic #writing #steve harrington #eddie munson #eddie munson x steve harrington #modern day au #robin buckley

98 notes · View notes

favefandomimagines · 1 year

Text

It Had To Be You 3 (s.h)

Summary: Steve can’t tell you about Nick, you wouldn’t believe him. So you’re reminded of happier times.

Part 1

Part 2

AN: part 3! I’m so sorry for how long it has taken me to get this written and posted! It has been a very busy couple weeks for me!

Also, I am being that person and changing things halfway through the story lol reader is now Max’s sister! I’ll be going through the other parts and making some changes to better fit that! There’s a scene in Eloise at Christmas Time that I really wanted to include with Max!

Taglist: @johnricharddeacy @gaysludge @freezaz123 @mochminnie @selfdeprecatingnerd @tattooedkiss13 @alana4610 @skewedcherries @pariahsparadise @weasleylovers @jasfadel-blog @evansflowers @bellenotthebeast @justmesadgirl @m-rae23

Max couldn’t believe what she was hearing. This guy who said he loved you, got down on one knee, put a ring on your finger and who was going to be apart of her family, was a con artist.

He tricked you and now he was out to take her stepdads money. Your’s and Max’s mom married an uber rich businessman, Bill, shortly after she was released from the hospital after Vecna. He was nice and treated you and Max well.

It was refreshing having an actually father figure after so long. After a couple years he officially adopted you and Max. So his money equalled your money.

When Steve arrived at the Mayfield’s with Dustin in tow and broke the news, Max was fuming. You and Nick were out with your wedding planner finishing up some details, otherwise she would kill him where he stood.

“And you’re sure you heard him correctly?” Dustin asked. “Of course he did. It’s hard to make up ‘her money is mine.’ God, what a dick.” Max answered. “I’m positive. What the hell are we going to do? We can’t let her marry a guy like that.” Steve said.

“What can we do? Do we think Y/N would believe us?” Dustin questioned. “Maybe we don’t have to tell her about Nick’s plan. We wanted her and Steve back together, maybe we remind her of how great they were together. Remind her of the good times before this asshole came into the picture.” Max suggested.

“Brilliant! And then we can have Steve swoop in and everything will be right in the world.” Dustin said. “Guys, don’t you feel a little guilty about this? I mean, Y/N is going to be livid when she finds out we meddled.” Steve said. “We’re not meddling, we’re helping her. Besides, you want her back right?” The young man replied.

“Well, yeah, but-“ Steve started. “Then let us do this.” Max cut him off.

Steve begrudgingly agreed to their plan. He wanted what’s best for you, regardless if it was with him or someone else and he knew the best wasn’t with Nick.

—

You and Max arrived at the wedding dress boutique for you final fitting before the wedding. Though after your night with Steve, you were starting to question everything.

“Hey, are you okay?” Max asked you. “Yeah, yeah. I’m okay, just thinking.” You answered. “Thinking about what?” She questioned. “Thinking about how you haven’t worn a dress in over a decade.” You laughed. Max laughed with you as she looked at her reflection.

Thankfully you weren’t one of those brides who wants their bridesmaids to look ugly. You picked a nice, simple blush colored dress for Max to wear.

“Did you ever think you’d be here?” Max asked. “Honestly, no. This sounds stupid but I always pictured that Billy would be here.” You spoke honestly.

You and Max hadn’t talked about Billy since after Vecna. Everything changed after the demodogs and Max finally stood up to Billy. Though he was still a prick, he wasn’t cruel to you or her. He was just annoying step-brother. You never wanted him to die.

“Really?” Max asked. “He was an ass, but he was changing. I just wish he got the chance.” You said. “Me too.” Max replied.

The both of you shook off the sad feeling when the tailor brought in your dress.

Once you wearing it, a small part of you felt suffocated in the fabric. As if your body was telling you that this wasn’t what you really wanted.

“Do you remember that movie dad used to play during Christmas? The one with Bing Crosby and the sisters?” Max asked. “White Christmas? What about it?” You questioned

“I remember that song, the sisters song, and we would put on mom’s old dresses and dance around to that song.” She said with a fond smile. “And then Dustin and Steve found pictures and made us reenact the scene in front of everyone.” You laughed. “But even when we were butchering that song, I have never seen Steve look more in love with you.” Max said.

Your smile faltered slightly. “Yeah, he was pretty good at putting up with me.” You said. “Do you ever miss him?” Max asked. “Yeah. I miss having someone to talk to. When the nightmares get bad or when I can still hear Billy screaming. I can’t tell Nick, he’d think I was crazy. Steve got it, though. He always got it.” You answered.

“But I don’t know if I miss him or just miss someone telling me I’m not crazy.” You added.

“Y/N, I know you better than anyone. You miss Steve, all of Steve. Not just having someone to talk to because you have me. I know you think you love Nick but maybe you just love the normalcy. And I’m saying this because your my sister and I love you but let’s face it, we will never be normal. You could tell Nick the truth but odds are, he will think you’re nuts. Since the day he met you, Steve never thought you were nuts.” Max said.

You were ready to respond when you heard Nick’s voice enter the bridal shop.

“Y/N!” He called. “Shoot, he can’t see me in my dress.” You spoke, hiding behind the divider. Nick entered the space and saw Max standing with her arms crossed.

“Ah, well isn’t it the maid of honor.” He said. “Nick.” Max replied. “You don’t like me very much, do you?” Nick asked. “Because I know what you’re doing. The real reason you want to marry my sister. How many people do you owe money to?” Max questioned.

Nick’s face fell upon hearing her words. He didn’t think anyone was on to him. How did your sister find out? Or is she just bluffing?

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Nick said. “I think you do, Nick. I know the game you’re playing and I won’t let you break my sister’s heart or steal my family’s money.” Max warned. “There’s really nothing you can do about it because she won’t believe you.” Nick replied.

“Oh we’ll see about that.” Max told him.

You returned back to the main room, both Nick and Max composing themselves. “Hey, sorry we were running a bit behind.” You said. “That’s alright. How about I take you to lunch?” Nick offered. “Uh sure. Let me just make sure Max-“ You started before she interrupted. “It’s okay. Lucas is already on his way, we have plans.” She said.

You nodded your head and gave her a smile before Nick led you out of the shop.

—

That night, you were restless. You couldn’t stay asleep longer than an hour and you were grateful you weren’t sharing a room with Nick. You were being plagued with nightmares and no matter how much you told yourself it wasn’t real, it didn’t stop the nightmares.

You were reliving every horrifying and potentially fatal moment from your high school years. The demodogs and holding on to Steve as they all came running towards you in that tunnel. You could hear Billy’s screams as he was being impaled by the Mindflyer. You and Max begging him to stay alive and him only being able to mutter out an ‘I’m sorry.’

Finding Max on the verge of death in Lucas’ arms, begging whatever god was listening not to take her away from you.

You hadn’t had this bad of a night in months and the only person who used to help settle those thoughts, was only a few blocks away.

Getting up quietly, you put on a pair of sneakers and quietly crept out the door. You knew Steve’s parents didn’t live in Hawkins anymore and basically left Steve their house. Making him a glorified house sitter.

The walk was short, and you recalled the late nights in the Summer time you would walk this route with Steve.

Though it was safe and it was Hawkins, you were hyper aware of your surroundings. Waiting for the shadows to become monsters.

You arrived at Steve’s house and hesitated to ring the doorbell. He was probably fast asleep and wouldn’t even answer the door. Maybe once he saw it was you, he wouldn’t answer the door anyways.

You haven’t exactly done anything to deserve his kindness.

“Just ring the doorbell, Y/N.” You told yourself. Right as you were about to press the button, the door opened. Steve was standing in his pajamas and his robe, staring back at you.

“I heard you mumbling to yourself.” He said. “I-I’m sorry. I don’t even know why I came here. I just, I kept hearing the screaming and it only ever stopped when I was with you.” You told him. You didn’t even know why you told him that.

“You never have to apologize. Come in.” Steve spoke. You gave him a grateful smile as you walked into the house. “Does hot chocolate still help?” Steve asked. “You remember?” You questioned. “We spent a lot of late nights together, Y/N. Of course I remember.” He answered.

You sat at the kitchen table as Steve made two mugs of hot chocolate. He could see that you were at a war with yourself. He hated that you had to go through this every night and he knew that being back in town wasn’t helping.

“Want to talk about it?” He asked, setting the mug down. “They haven’t been this bad in a while. It started a few weeks ago when Nick suggested we have the wedding in Hawkins. It’s like I’m reliving everything over again on a constant loop. A-And I know it’s over, I know we defeated Vecna but sometimes my mind likes me to think differently.” You explained.

Steve placed a hand on top of yours and it was first feeling of relief you had felt all night. “Is it Billy again?” He questioned. “Billy, Max, you. I didn’t even like Billy 95% of the time and yet why is he on the list of people care about? Why do I have to watch him die again?” You answered.

“Y/N, I’ve told you this before. Yeah he was an asshole but he was still a part of your family. I don’t think it’s easy to get over seeing your step-brother die.” Steve said.

“I know and maybe this is why I need therapy. I can’t always come to you when I get nightmares.” You replied. “You can always come to me. I know I messed up really bad but I’ll always be there for you no matter what.” Steve told you.

You nodded your head but you weren’t being too convincing. “I rented Top Gun and I know how much you love Meg Ryan.” Steve suggested. “Meg Ryan is in that movie for all of five minutes.” You rebutted.

“Yes, but, Tom Cruise, Val Kilmer, Anthony Edwards. Come on, you know you love Top Gun.” He said. “Okay, fine. We can watch Top Gun. But you owe me waffles.” You replied. “Deal.” Steve said triumphantly.

Yet another evening that you spent with Steve and it felt like old times. But with all of the good feelings came the bad as well. You couldn’t just forget what happened with Steve and Nancy the night in the RV. It was why you left town in the first place.

“I uh, I should go. It’s really late.” You spoke. “What? You were all for this.” Steve questioned. “Yeah but I don’t want to worry anyone.” You said, standing up from the couch. “Y/N, what just happened?” Steve asked.

“I wish everything could go back to the way it was before Vecna but, I don’t think it can. All I can think about is you and Nancy. Y-You told her our dream and a part of me still feels betrayed.” You answered. “Y/N, I apologized for that and for everything. You have been the only person I’ve ever loved and probably the only person I’ll ever love. I was stupid to let you go.” Steve said.

“And I love you too, Steve. But we can’t be together. Nancy will always be there and I can’t go through that again.” You told him before leaving the house.

—

When you got home, it was dawn. Someone was going to be awake soon and wonder where you had gone.

You gently opened the front door and closed it quietly behind you. “Where were you?” You heard behind you. You jumped slightly and saw Nick standing behind you. “I was, uh, I needed some air.” You lied.

“You were with that guy weren’t you? Steve.” He asked. “What makes you think I was with Steve?” You asked. “Because you were with him the other night. When you were supposed to be at the movies with Max. Also the way you acted when you saw him at the party.” Nick explained.

“Nick,” You started. “You’re marrying me. Not him. I don’t want you to see him anymore.” He said. “He’s my friend, Nick. And you can’t tell me who I can and can’t see.” You retorted.

You attempted to move past him before he grabbed your arm harshly. It was like you went into fight or flight, him grabbing your arm and then seeing Neil do the same thing to Billy. You used all your strength and pushed Nick into the banister.

You both looked at each other with shocked expressions on your faces. “I’m sorry. I-I don’t know where that came from. Just, don’t grab me like that again.” You stammered. “Okay. Then don’t see Steve. And it won’t happen again.” Nick replied.

His threat didn’t go unnoticed as he walked back up the stairs. What you didn’t know, was that Max was spying on your from the kitchen and she had seen the whole thing.

“Y/N,” She called. You looked over at her and knew she saw what had just happened. “Max,” You started. “You can’t marry him.” She said. “He’s not going to do it again.” You said. “I’m not talking about that. There’s something he’s not telling you.” Max said. “What do you mean?” You asked.

Max knew she needed to tell you the truth about what Nick was planning. At this point, it wasn’t about getting you back with Steve anymore. It was about you not marrying someone who was going to lie to you.

#imagine #imagines #stranger things imagine #stranger things #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington #robin buckley #max mayfield #nancy wheeler #eleven #mike wheeler #lucas sinclair #will byers #jonathan byers #dustin henderson #billy hargrove

81 notes · View notes

emmeriex · 2 years

Note

i also want a distraction from vol 2 and have been thinking about robin crushing on an artist reader and maybe she finds their sketchbook and there’s drawing of everyone from the group but robin and she gets upset but somehow find out, like the reader tells her she’s too pretty and they feel like they wouldn’t be able to draw her well enough? just fluffy cuteness maybe a confession, also can the reader be gender neutral? please and thank you and i hope you can recover from vol 2 ❤️

glad to know none of us are alone in our pain from v2 i changed the request just a little because cause inspiration struck if you're not happy with the outcome feel free to send another request <3 anyways everyday i wake up and thank god for making women

word count: 0.7k

warnings: a little suggestive at the end if you squint but otherwise pure fluff

“Do you not like me or something?”

Robin curses herself for blurting out the question, but she couldn’t help it. The atmosphere felt suffocating with neither of you talking in the car and the only company to her intrusive thoughts being the ABBA song blaring from the radio.

You look at her with your eyebrows furrowed and your lips pressed into a frown and all she can think is you’re adorable and she wants to kiss you. You pull over and turn the music down and suddenly the atmosphere feels even more intense but this time the feeling is mutual.

“Of course not, why would you think that?” you try to sound consoling but Robin can hear a little hurt in your voice.

“Well it’s just…” she trails off trying to figure out how to best approach this situation.

The silence is long and you both know she’s looking for an excuse. She presses her lips together and she decides that she’s made her bed and it’s time to lie in it.

“When you and Steve went to get snacks for the movie I knocked over your sketchbook,” she internally cringes because she knows it sounds like a lie even though it’s the truth. “and you have drawings of everyone in there. Like everyone, hell there was at least three of Erica I don’t even think you’ve talked to her three times. That’s completely besides the point, it's just there wasn’t a single one of me.”

Confessing it outloud makes her wish she jumped out of the car when you were driving. It sounds childish she might as well stamp her foot and pout about how it’s not fair, but to her relief and surprise your face softens.

“Oh um, that’s because… can you hand me my bag?”

The request is confusing but she complies, handing you the messenger bag by her feet. Your rifle through it for a moment before pulling out a sketchbook. It’s different from the one she went through. That one had been covered in stickers while this one was one of the fancy black ones with thick pages with prices so high they made you frown, and made her wanna spend every cent earned at Family Video on them for you.

You hand the sketchbook and she tentatively opens it only to find a drawing of her. She immediately knows it’s her from last summer because you’ve sketched her in her old Scoops Ahoy uniform. She flips the page and there’s another drawing of her and another and another and there’s a drawing of her on every page.

She remembers sleepovers in middle school where girls would twirl their hair and kick their feet while talking about boys. She felt so utterly confused in those moments because girls actually did that because of guys? It wasn’t just something made up for every crappy teen movie with actors old enough to be her mother playing high schoolers? Now she gets it. Now she wants to kick her feet and twirl her hair because you have a sketchbook full of drawings of her and she’s on cloud nine.

She’s snapped back to reality by your hand on her face. Thumb stroking her cheek and fingers gently under her chin tilting her face towards you.

“You’re just really pretty.”

You think she’s pretty and that makes her feel revered.

Your eyes flicker back and forth between hers and her lips. She leans in as a silent affirmation of consent. You bring your other hand to her waist and close the gap. It’s soft and chaste but it feels like a seal on your relationship. Confirmation that you both want each other. You pull away first and the look in your eyes makes her so crazy she wonders if she needs to be institutionalized. The way you drink her, looking at her as if she’s some sort of divine personification of beauty itself.

You lean back in and this time it’s heavier. It’s open mouthed and she feels dizzy and overwhelmed from the amount of you. Your hand squeezing her hip, your floral perfume, your cherry chapstick. You want her.

You break the kiss but before she can even process it’s over you’re already trailing kisses down her neck.

You really want her, and it feels euphoric.

#stranger things #robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #wlw #robin buckley fluff #robin buckley fanfic #robin buckley imagine #robin buckley x you

204 notes · View notes

carsonian · 9 months

Note

stony prompt: blind date au 🥰 thank you!

SOOO this is a Modern, No Powers AU where Steve and Tony are on everyone's favourite internet shitshow, "The Button", but sideways. Because maximillian shenanigans must be had. Thank you anon for the prompt! <3

I Can See Clearly Now The Blindfold's Gone on AO3 | 3,559 words | Rated M

"Alright, one of you needs to step away." Vision intones. He's been working through more polite iterations of that for the past few minutes but apparently, artificial intelligence has a limited patience, too. Point being, he's managed to inject a hell of a lot of judginess into his latest, pleading request.

Steve can't see Tony—duh, they've got blindfolds on—but at this point in the date, he reckons he knows the man well enough to know that he's too stubborn to step away. Too fucking bad for Tony; Steve's undeterred. His grade school teacher would back him up here, wrote it right there in the report herself: "undeterred pleasure to have in class". And class isn't over.

He clenches his jaw but refuses to cross his arms. Even if Tony can't see him, there's no need to look defensive in front of Natasha and her camera crew.

"The date can not continue if one of you doesn't step away." Vision repeats.

"I guess this date's out of time." Tony's voice is dripping with the restrained manic of a man with his hands inches from a prize. Steve knows better than to celebrate early. He knows the difference a few inches can make; he learned that in high school.

"That's. . . not how the game works." The pause in the sentence is a sweet touch, Steve'll admit, but it's an artificial intelligence. Emphasis on artificial. Because that's what all of this is. Artificial.

Alright, alright, here's the behind-the-scenes footage that didn't make the cut.

Natasha had emailed him with a date, time and location. The subject had read, "REMEMBER YOU OWE ME FOR THE NUDE PAINTING CLASS". Helpless to the truth of that, Steve had shown up and realised he was a guinea pig for a social experiment Natasha was conducting as part of her many pet projects.

An hour later, he found himself seated in front of cameras with a blindfold secured on his face, an obnoxious button by the name of "Vision" on the table and an even more obnoxious guy seated opposite him.

To his credit, "Tony" didn't start off too obnoxious.

"I work in tech." Tony says.

(Somewhere, Sam Wilson shoots up off the water bed, takes the cucumbers off his eyes and says, "That's a red flag.")

"Oh." Steve says, "I work in art curation."

"I never got art."

"I guess it's not for everybody." Steve replies, "Like technology."

". . .Well. Everyone's got a phone."

To his discredit, it didn't take long for Tony to verge into obnoxious territory, and it all just spiralled away from then on.

"Well, hypothetically, if they were in a position to help the aliens, I don't see why a piece of paper telling them otherwise should stop them. Not if they're genuine heroes." Steve argues.

"But the point is that it's not just a piece of paper." Tony protests, "It's legislative infrastructure—"

"Legislative infrastructure? You're just making up convoluted terms—"

"I'm sorry, I forgot I was talking to "like, an artist, man"."

"I'm from Brooklyn, I don't know where that accent's meant to be from but it sure as hell ain't—"

"Oh my god, Brooklyn. What is Brooklyn but hipsters and overpriced cafes?"

Vision tried to intervene multiple times to move the conversation towards a more positive topic, but each new tidbit from the other's profile only served to ignite further miscommunication and disagreement between them. In short: they kept rubbing off against each other in all the wrong ways.

"Did you know Steve served?" Vision offers.

". . .Like, looks?"

"No, the army."

"Of course he did." Tony mumbles.

"What's that mean?" Steve asks.

"It means thank you for your service." Tony says brightly.

"Sure it does."

"Tony describes himself as a philanthropist?" Vision tries.

"Amongst other things." Tony clarifies.

"Of course you describe yourself as that." Steve says.

"What, you got a problem with philanthropy now?"

"Sure, I got a problem with rich people giving away money as a tax write-off and then calling themselves philanthropists."

"Why do you assume I'm rich?"

"Uh, I don't know, maybe the entitlement?"

"Bold words from someone who feels entitled enough to pass judgement on someone they met ten minutes ago."

"Like you're not doing the same."

"Oh, fuck off, hypocrite."

"Language!"

"Wh-aow. You sure you were in the military?"

"You sure you're not the charity case?"

All that to say, the newfound silence between the two of them is a snuffed, deafening thing.

"Can I confirm that neither of you are willing to press me and step away from the table?" Vision obviously doesn't deal with awkward silences well.

"By all means, Tony." Steve says.

"Feel free, Steve." Tony volleys.

Spiritually, they're in a staring contest. Physically, Steve feels like an idiot schmuck wasting his Saturday afternoon away in Natasha's studio.

"Then, without further ado, I'd like to offer my sincere congratulations to the two of you for winning the all-expenses paid date."

"What?" Steve straightens.

"Pass." Tony says at the same moment.

"That's the point of this game, if you two can recall anything from before your effusive debate about Star-titled enterprises." Vision says.

"Star Wars." Tony says.

"Star Trek." Steve hits back.

"That and much more can be discussed between the two of you on an all-expenses paid date. In a galaxy far, far away from here." Vision says.

"I'm not doing that." Tony insists.

"Can I take the blindfold off?" Steve asks.

"Go ahead." Vision says.

Steve hears rustling opposite him as he drags his blindfold off his face. A few moments pass where he's just blinking through the glare of the studio lights and when he finally looks up, he immediately makes eye contact with Tony just as the man's blinking his own eyes open.

A goatee that should look hopelessly outdated. Dark hair curled over his ears. Brown eyes outlined with visibly thick lashes. The kind of lips that promise trouble.

I'm in trouble, Steve thinks.

The realisation hits like a sucker punch, like the deepest injustices writ true, like assuming life's given you lemons and opening the basket to find limes. Steve stares at Tony, gobsmacked, and it's that very inability to look away that has him hurtling right on to another realisation.

The brown eyes he's been struck by are looking at him with the same cocktail of emotions Steve's trying to swallow down.

The realisation that the guy they've each been fighting for the past ten and change, the guy they've managed to get on the wrong side of for every fucking point that's come up—

That guy's hot.

Tony's lips curl in self-contained disgust and Steve feels his own eyebrows flatten in irritated reflex before they both lean forward, and in a show of coordinated, petty competitiveness, slap a hand down on the button.

"First." Tony huffs triumphantly, and the smug smirk suits him a little too well. Steve wants to bang him like a fucking screen door in a hurricane. He wants to churn him like butter. He wants to choke him on his dick. He wants to ask him if he really doesn't like art or if he just had a bad teacher. He wants to slap that smirk off his face and soothe the sting with his lips.

". . .Whatever." It's a weak response and the brunet recognises it as such, head slanting the faintest as he considers Steve.

"I wasn't red when you pressed me. So that doesn't count, which you'd know, if either of you were paying attention to the briefing." Vision's voice is as flat as an AI can get, "You can both go on your date now."

"The date that's not happening, you mean?" Tony asks, "That date?"

"It's happening." Natasha crosses her arms, and why on God's blue Earth—the sea levels are rising and Steve's rising to meet 'em head-on—does it not look defensive on her? She's staring at Steve with enough heat for him to consider that maybe global warming's her fault.

"Been an awful lotta greenhouse gases around since youse was born." Steve says unthinkingly.

"What is wrong with you?" Natasha asks.

"I meant that you're full of gas." Steve makes a quick recovery, "It's one thing to have me cover for the participants of your social experiment not showing up but it's altogether another thing to make me go on a date with a guy I don't even—"

"I saw you staring at his ass." Natasha points out, "And then I saw you shake your head."

"Why'd he wear such tight pants?" Steve hisses.

"As I believe you Americans say," Natasha pauses dramatically here, and it becomes pretty fucking obvious where Vision got his theatrical sense of timing from, "If you've got it, flaunt it."

"He doesn't got it." Steve lies.

"Isn't English your first and only language?" Natasha points out, "How the fuck are you so bad at it?"

"Je parle—"

"Yeah, you parlay all over the place." Natasha cuts him off, "And yes, you're going, Steve, because I didn't tell you to go all Stevie Rogers on him and refuse to step away just to make a point that didn't even make sense."

"The point was that the one who's being a prick should step away." Steve says.

"Then by all rights, both of you should have stepped away." Natasha says, "The tension was insane. I can't figure out if you two have brilliant chemistry or are just a failed chemistry experiment."

"And this is your way of finding out?" Steve asks.

"No, Steve, I could care less about what happens with you two. I just need to follow up because our methodology included a post-date debriefing for every couple that didn't press the button on each other. Which, if you remember, was what you both didn't do. Et voilà, you have a date."

"Ugh." Steve rubs a hand over his face, "You swear this isn't a longwinded way of setting me up with someone?"

"Would I do that?" Natasha asks.

"Uh, yeah?" Steve answers with the same tone a person would answer the question: is the sky blue? Which is to say he spoke with a certainty wavering only because the question's obvious to the point of redundancy. Like just. Look up. Natasha's texts to Steve.

"Then I guess you'll never know the real me." Natasha uncrosses her arms, "'Cause I gave up on your love life after you passed on Carynne."

"I didn't pass on her."

"You literally said pass!"

"Yeah, as in pass the fucking salt. Jesus, we were at my ma's for dinner, Natasha."

"The timing was suspicious. Auspicious, even." Natasha shakes her head, "Now listen, come on, just go get burgers, don't kill him, and then a few weeks later, wax poetic about how you can't get to know anyone in a meaningful way during a ten minute game designed to artificially heighten your sense of alienation."

"Aren't you tampering with the experiment?" Steve points out, "Tellin' me all this?"

"It's a social experiment, Steve. Everything's staged."

"So." Steve attempts once he's had two bites of his cheeseburger, "How'd you get involved in this experiment?"

From across the table, in a scene both familiar and new—the light in this diner is a lot less forgiving than in the studio, and also, Steve doesn't have a blindfold on—Tony watches him carefully.

"Uh, Bruce. He designed Vision? Or well, we did." Tony's index finger scratches a nervous line against his ear, "Uh, we were actually designing this AI for—a class." Tony shrugs swiftly, "It didn't take but the core code was solid, and Bruce ended up repurposing it for this."

"I guess you're kinda like the estranged father, then." Steve says unwittingly.

Tony's cheeseburger stays lofted halfway to his mouth, a single raised eyebrow levelled at Steve.

Alright, Rogers, commit or quit. Steve takes a sip of his jumbo coke.

"Y'know, 'cause Bruce ran off with the kid." Steve explains.

The raised eyebrow lowers, meets its companion in the middle in a furrowed expression.

Then, almost abruptly, something softens. Steve's not sure what exactly but he watches it ripple over Tony's face as the man goes, "Guess I'm taking after my father then."

The snort is natural, and Steve covers it up with a hand, surprised at his own reaction.

When he dares to look over again, Tony's eyes are practically twinkle, twinkle, little star-ing at Steve.

"You know," Tony starts after a few moments of weighted silence wherein they pretend they're not sneaking looks at each other, "I wasn't trying to insult art."

"You did a good impression of it, then." Steve says.

"I just," Tony scrunches his nose in uncertain thought, "I don't really get how certain paintings have more value than others when there are some that are obviously much easier to make. Like, I could totally make—"

"A Jackson Pollock?" Steve interrupts, raising his eyebrows in a silent "gotcha" when Tony startles, "Yeah, I know. Point isn't that you could do it. Point is, you didn't."

"But that doesn't explain scale." Tony returns.

"Art's not about—" Steve rubs a hand over his mouth, "Here, look. There're measures people use to try and quantify a piece's value and sure, some of it even makes sense, but the point—the point is how it makes you feel. What emotions it stirs in you. How it challenges you."

"And what if it doesn't stir up anything?" Tony asks, "'Cause I got four contemporary art pieces in my apartment I feel nothing but the vaguest pleasantness for, and the only challenge is figuring out how much maintenance they need."

"Two things." Steve picks up a french fry, "Either you're not looking deep enough, or you're not an art person. Actually, three things. Why do you have four art pieces at your apartment if you're not into art?"

"I have a convincing assistant." Tony says before leaning back, "Also, y'know, some people just aren't art people."

"Nah. I bet I could persuade you over to the dark side." Steve says.

Tony squints his eyes at him. "Not a Star Wars guy, huh?"

"I never said I wasn't a Star Wars guy." Steve corrects, "Just that Star Trek was objectively better."

"Huh." Tony picks at his cheeseburger wrapper, "So, upon review—I don't actually hate art. You don't actually hate Star Wars. That's two things we got wrong."

"You hate the military?" Steve asks.

"Yeah." Tony says, "Sure."

"You. . .hate soldiers?" Steve checks.

"No, I don't hate veterans." Tony catches on, and then smiles down at his cheeseburger, "You really don't know who I am, do you?"

"Well, I'm not gonna be taking back the entitled thing anytime soon." Steve says, mostly in a murmur to himself except he doesn't adjust the volume or nothing. So it's really just something he says.

"Tony Stark, as in Stark Industries?" Tony clarifies, and then raises his eyebrows in a mirror of Steve's own surprised reaction, "So, no, I don't hate veterans, and if a camera is put in front of me, I'll even say I don't hate the military complex."

"You're Tony Stark," Steve breathes out, "Huh."

"Turn off?" Tony asks.

"Not anymore than you not being into art." Steve says.

Tony swipes a hand over his mouth, hiding the pleased twist of his lips from Steve as he flits a quick, restless glance around the diner.

"We really got our wires crossed, didn't we?" Steve asks.

"Well." Tony shrugs, looking back at Steve, "I usually just cut the wire."

"How's that work out for you, normally?" Steve asks.

"Eh, hit or miss." Tony leans forward, folding his hands together over the table, eyes uncharacteristically solemn as he proposes, "Do you wanna go back to my apartment and fuck?"

"Yes." Steve answers readily, "Will you let me try and explain the art pieces to you?"

"Ah. So it's like that?" Tony asks, a touch of appreciation in his voice.

"It's like that." Steve decides.

"Is this another dashing facet of your personality?" Tony asks, "Leaping without looking?"

"It's called a leap of faith." Steve says.

"How's that work out for you, normally?" Tony echoes.

"Hit or miss." Steve echoes in return.

". . . Okay." Tony says, biting his bottom lip thoughtfully, "I will let you explain the art pieces to me. . .if we can do a Star Wars marathon for the second one."

"Someone's assuming." Steve says, "Second one, huh?"

"If you're as easy in bed as you are on the eyes," Tony shrugs, "Why not?"

"Okay, smart mouth." Steve says, leaning back, "Lucky for you, that's my type."

"You know, I totally thought this would end with a hate fuck." Tony says, taking a sip of his coke, "This is much nicer. I like a good cuddle after, you know? Stay in bed," Tony takes another sip, "Do the daily crossword and whatnot."

Steve licks his lips before saying, low and intense, "Okay, you're gonna stop sucking that straw so obscenely and finish your coke so that we can get outta here and back to your place."

At that, Tony takes off the lid and straw, and downs the remaining coke in one easy sip. The notch of his throat as he swallows is just as obscene as the blowie he'd been giving the straw. When Tony puts the cup back down, the smarmy look on his face tells Steve that he knows it too.

Yeah, Steve's gonna have to fuck him.

A decent chunk of time later, Steve finds out that Tony wasn't lying about enjoying a good cuddle after sex and also that one of the four paintings Tony's interior designer picked out is genuinely trite.

"So, not all art is good art?"

"Are all AIs Vision?" Steve volleys against Tony's temple.

"No, most of 'em are Ultrons." Tony sniffs, stroking a finger down Steve's forearm.

"Ultrons?"

"It was the name of our first attempt at an AI." Tony explains, "Shitshow, that one."

"Why was it a shitshow?"

"Pft." Tony mumbles against him, "Tons of reasons. It's a long story."

"Well." Steve says, "We got more than ten minutes. And no button in sight."

"Well, alright." Tony says, "So, uh, it was two years ago, and. . ."

"Not just a pretty face, am I?" Steve asks a little later than that. Tony's crossword app is still open on the bed.

"Mm." Tony screws up his eyes at him, "A pretty face with a pretty dick."

"Pretty brain, too?"

"Yeah, you're no Brooklyn hipster. And besides, I fumbled over the manufacturer for one second." Tony rolls his eyes, "I'm a genius, you know."

"Yeah, yeah, whatsit? Genuis, billionaire, playboy—"

"—philanthropist." Tony finishes with a touch of irony, "Thanks."

"Vision's a shit wingman." Steve says.

"Oh, absolutely." Tony thunks his head against Steve's chest, "I mean, why would he bring up that I was a "guns aficionado" after you said that your least favourite part of basic training was the shooting?"

"We were set up." Steve says.

"Soooo set up." Tony says, "But, you know, I'm also an asshole, so. Putting that out there."

"It's fine, I can be a dick." Steve shrugs it off.

". . .Aw, we fit." Tony says.

"Whaddya—oh." Steve turns his gaze heavenward, "Hey, where'd that button go off to?"

"How do you think the blindfold and button affected your ability to connect with the other person during the blind date?" Vision's voice is cool through the button.

"Well, firstly," Steve sends a shiteating quirk of the lips—he's not a grinner—Natasha's way, to where she's standing behind the camera, "It's difficult to have a meaningful connection with someone in just ten minutes, especially when the independent variables are designed to enhance feelings of alienation."

". . .And what about you, Tony?" Vision asks.

Sitting across from him, Steve's partner offers a shiteating grin—he's a grinner—to the camera.

"Oh, I think it was fabulous." Tony says.

"It seems you still disagree on many topics even after commencing a romantic relationship." Vision says.

"Not everything." Steve points out.

"What topics do you agree on?" Vision asks.

"Politics, surprisingly," Tony lists off, "TV shows, not surprisingly. Cutest animals, obviously—"

"Sex positions." Steve pitches in.

Tony snaps his fingers at Steve, "Yes, that's crucial. Thank you, honeypot."

Steve winces before leaning forward to admit, "We disagree on appropriate pet names."

"So it really wasn't on purpose?" Bruce asks. They're reviewing the footage from the interview, editing down the more inappropriate aspects at the behest of the SI public relations team.

"I'm a human, Bruce," Natasha drinks from her coffee mug, "Not some manipulative mastermind. How could I have predicted that Steve and Tony would get together? They're totally different on paper. I mean, Tony's all digital, you wouldn't even find him on paper."

"An HTML document, maybe." Bruce thinks out loud, "Huh. I guess opposites really do attract."

"Chemistry." Natasha squints her eyes, "Riiiight."

"Hey, I'd call this experiment a success." Bruce says, putting his hand out for a high-five. Natasha brings her hand up and brings Bruce's hand down.

"That's because you haven't looked far ahead enough." Natasha says, "You don't realise that we've just put the most argumentative, polarising individuals we know into a relationship. For a social experiment."

"Oh." Bruce turns faintly green. "Oh, shit—"

"Hit." Steve says.

"Total hit." Tony agrees.

And if they can agree on that? Then the rest's all lemons.

#my writing #my fics #stevetony #prompt fill

7 notes · View notes

corrodedcoughin · 1 year

Note

Hiya darling (is it okay if I call you that I'm a very nicknames kinda person I using darling for my roomate, close freinds, little brother and cats if it's not I will stop but I want you to understand how appreciated you are)

I am currently anxiously awaiting course registration and in the mean time thinking about will, El and Steve. Because you know what. Will has a crush on Steve. And so does El. Again these are like I know I will never date you but I kinda look up to you in awe because your awesome and also very attractive. Also Max El and Will deserve to have sleepovers. Like Max is over to have a sleepover with El and Will is home so he ends up dragged into it and has a really good time and he ends up helping with make up because he is an artist and will figure this out for them. Ooooh he does nails. He gets good at nails. Listen I need for my heart El and Will to have a strong relationship and max just works. Max pushes both of them. Max pushes their comfort zones and doesn't take shit from anyone especially about her freinds. She even manages to subly help will do things he otherwise wouldn't. She goes on a nail polish practice rampage leading to everyone in the parties nails being painted with different patterns on them. Then if anyone gives them a hassle about it they can say that she dragged everyone into it and there was no stopping her (not that half of them would) Lucas gets to say his girlfriend did his nails for practice doing them when asked. If Steve is asked about his yellow and green nails his little sister needed nail polish practice robin with her yellow and blue nails will say something very similar. If eddie is asked he he eagerly tells about his metal black and silver nails his neighbor did. If he's heckled he will point out that the person who did them was the only person to defeat Billy Hargrove and "you you be able to say no to that". Dustin will just start with a have you met max? Even though he doesn't mind the blue nail polish even if it is gone within a week due to his experiments. If Mike is asked he will scoff and say it's solidarity for all the others who got intimidated by max but he will wear his black nails till they're chipped or until Ted wheeler catches sight of them the ones that are so oppositeto Nancy's neat red nails. And Will byers and Jane hopper have matching soft but deep blue nails

Of course they can't leave max out and will and El work together to give her blue nails with sunflowers on them

I have no clue if this made sense but here it is if it doesn't make sense sorry I was up most of the night

-✏️

Anon I’ve had such a Day for multiple reason and you calling me darling has warmed my heart up so thank you :( and thank you for sending me this these are such sweet ideas! And I hope the registration went okay? And you’ve managed some relaxing time after the stress?

When it starts out Mike likes to pretend that his friends are getting ‘infected’ by having painted nails, like it’s some sort of zombie disease. He’s really just waiting until he gets asked. He pretends that he’s bullied into it but he goes willingly. When he turns up to hellfire he’s excited to show everyone that he’s matching with Eddie.

Eddie loves his nails being painted, he used to do his own but he’d end up getting distracted half way though before they can even dry when ‘his girls’ do them he has to sit still and they get him to wait until it’s dry. Will distracts him with dnd talk and max with trailer gossip. El sits and smiles between them all as she paints, asking questions when she doesn’t understand.

One day Steve comes in and asks for one black nail on his ring finger. He says he wants it but asks it like he wants their permission. Max rolls her eyes but pushes him down on the seat. Will goes quiet and stares while El does the single black nail. Steve catches will eye and gives him a nod, like a peace offering, a white flag ‘you are not alone’

#✏️#hello hello!#I really do hope it went okay for you?#and I really do love hearing your feedback on anything I add if you want #because I don’t want to go with a style on your asks onky for it not to be your thing #stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #anon #sorry after work brain dust is here

26 notes · View notes

marvel-ous-m · 1 year

Text

Hi! I’m Em! Thanks for stopping by!

I use they/them pronouns. This blog is mostly a place where I reblog really cool fics or art that I come across in the Stranger Things fandom, as well as a place where I post my own writing from time to time.

You can also read all of my full fics on my AO3.

Main ship: Steddie (Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson). I also like/incorporate into fics: Ronance (Robin Buckley/Nancy Wheeler), Buckingham (Robin Buckley/Chrissy Cunningham), Lumax (Lucas Sinclair/Max Mayfield), Jarglye (Jonathan Byers/Argyle) and Byler (Will Byers/Mike Wheeler). (All ships involving minors in the show are only EVER incorporated in ways that are age-appropriate).

If Billy is in my fics or on my dash, he’s there as a villain, otherwise he’s not there at all. He’ll also be tagged as Billy Hargrove so posts can be filtered.

My ask box is open! Please drop some prompts over there, either from a universe I've already written in or for an idea that you're eager to see come to life. I'm almost always willing to write, most of the time I just need a good idea and some spare time! (I am only writing for ST at this time)

(More info about me under the cut!)

I occasionally post 18+ content. Minors Do Not Interact.

I am a student and I work part time, so please exercise patience when I’m posting my work! I promise I’m just as eager to post it as you are to read it, however I am in grad school and those obligations must come first.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Some of my most used tags:

#my writing (all of the self-written fics on my blog can be found under this tag!)

#em speaks (this is where I rant about my life)

#steddie (pretty self-explanatory... you will find many posts under this tag, lol)

#elementary school steddie au (this is where I post blurbs/ficlets within an ongoing universe about elementary school librarian!Eddie and 3rd Grade teacher!Steve)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Past Projects:

Summer Child (My Birthday Fic- it's Steve's birthday, he's in his feels about it, and Eddie helps in more ways than one) (Tumblr Link / AO3 Link)

Closer to Fine (Steve has a PTSD episode. Eddie helps him through it). (Tumblr Link / AO3 Link)

Eddie Munson’s Guide for How to Adopt a Jock in Four Easy Steps (S2 early Steddie meeting, 5 chapters) (Tumblr Link / AO3 Link)

Don’t Cry Over Spilled Tang (Steve Learns to Cry) (Steve can’t cry- until he can, and then he can’t stop, established Steddie) (AO3 Link)

We Fell In Love In October (That’s Why I Love Fall) (Eddie has a nightmare about telling Steve his feelings, Steddie) (AO3 Link)

Current Projects:

Tumblr Ask Box Prompts (2/∞) (AO3 Link) (#AskBox)

Something's In My Mind (and I'm Focused On You (Baker!Steve/Tattoo Artist!Eddie Enemies-to-Lovers Modern AU Fic) (15/27) (AO3 Link)

#em speaks #all about me

7 notes · View notes

sofiiel · 1 year

Text

I feel like I am late to the party, I just found moms old visage album saw Steve Strange listed on it:

Stephen John Harrington, otherwise known a Steve Strange, was born in the spring of 1959, the same year and spring of the Creel Murders in Stranger Things. He was a synthpop artist. He took a break in 1986 and started back up in 2002.

Not only that, but he was also Bi, so it's further Steddie vibe.

How late am I to this party? Years? Like, since the birth of stranger things and I never noticed this? Please tell me I'm not the only one.

You want to know what's worse? My mom has a Visage album. I've heard it more time than I can count - still never noticed.

#stranger things #stranger things easter eggs #steve harrington #steve harrington thoughts #late to the party #steddie #steddie thoughts #Steve Strange #Visage

9 notes · View notes

luna-nigthshade-wood · 11 months

Text

What they don´t know, will hurt them

Summary: Dean Winchesters attempts suicide on a dirty motel bathtub, ending brain dead on a hospital. A trickster promises John and Sam that he will save him for “free”, as long as they both get through watching a series of Dean´s memories, good and bad. The twist is that they will feel everything Dean did at the time and they can stop it at any time, but then Dean will die. They both accept thinking it cant be that bad. Spoiler: it is worse.

Chapter 29

Sam feels heartbroken watching Dean´s memories. Somehow, he realizes, Dean´s happiest memories are the ones that break his heart the most, perhaps because he already knows how the story ends. He knows that there is no happiness waiting at the end, he knows there is only pain and suffering at the end, pain and suffering caused by their own hands; blood that neither he nor his father could ever wash from their hands.

The scene starts once again and this time it shows, Dean entering a tattoo parlor, a woman is standing with her back towards him, there is an inexplicable nostalgia in the air, but Sam and John figured they will understand the reason soon enough.

-Hi, welcome to Ally´s parole- the woman says, turning slightly, the Winchesters get a small glimpse of her face, but they don’t need more to recognize her as Alana, Dean´s friend. The girl doesn’t seem to spare Dean more than a glance, before returning to her previous task- How can I help you?

-Yeah, hi- Dean responds, with a shy voice, that seems to gain confidence the more he speaks- I want a tattoo

-Kind of figured, dude- Ally responds, rolling her eyes- Where do you want your tattoo?

-On my dick- Dean responds

-I hope the design you want is tiny then- Alana responds automatically, for some reason the Winchesters don’t understand (but that Dean does) that startles her enough, for her to turn around and face Dean for the first time. Recognition hits her, and suddenly she is embracing Dean

-Dean? Is that you?- she asks happily

-Sure hope so, otherwise after that exchange, this hug would be awkward- Dean responds with a hearty laugh.

-Oh fuck you- the girl says punching the hunter´s shoulder- Man, it is good to see you, you haven’t change a thing

-But look at you, I seemed to remember that arm with less color- Dean says, pointing at her friend´s colorful sleeve of tattoos.

-Yeah, well, you know what they said, cant trust a tattoo artist without tattoos- Ally answers with a big smile- Where have you been, Sonny´s boy?

-Here and there- Dean answers as the Winchesters feel a wave of sadness invading them- I am actually staying at Sonny´s for the time being, trying to arrange my head

-Be as it is, I am glad you are here

-Thank you- Dean responds- But tell me about you? This is your gig?- he asks

-Yes, you are seeing at the proud owner of her own tattoos establishment- the girl answers

-I imagine your mom was super happy- Dean comments sarcastically

-Oh yeah, she hates it, hasn’t spoken to me in a while- Ally says rolling her eyes

-Her lost- Dean responds honestly, which makes the girl smile to him- So how is Steve?

-Being a mess, as always- Alana laughs- He is now the coach of the wrestling team at the school. They don’t suck as much as before- the girl tells her before a masculine voice interrupts her

-Is that a compliment I hear, Alana-banana?- Steve says entering the shop

-Go fuck yourself- Ally responds without any bite, before adding- Look what the cat dragged in

-Well, I´ll be damned- Steve responds- Dean Winchester, in the flesh- he says before hugging Dean- how have you been?

-I have been… I am better now- Dean responds with honesty, making his friends smile softly at him.

As the friends keep catching up, the scene fades into the background, leaving a bittersweet feeling in the room.

In the short time they had been viewing Dean´s life, scenes like this are the ones that remind John everything he took away from his boys. John´s crime against his family keep piling up, as he comes to the understanding that the one responsible of most of his kids, specially Dean´s, tragedies are ones of his own making. John wants to come back in time and punch himself, as he realizes, that he is the reason why Dean doesn’t have more memories like this, he is the reason that Dean have barely any friends. In his goal of making his sweet boy a good hunter, he isolated him to the point, that the only people he could rely on was his own family, the same family that ditched him the moment they didn’t need him anymore. John can only hope that these moments of peace last a little longer, for Dean´s sake

Of course, the peace wasn’t meant to last. It started small, or so the Winchesters figure, as clippings of newspapers start to appear on the screen, the news talk about kids, ages ranging from 7 to 12-year-old, going missing. They see Dean reading the newspapers with a frown that gets deeper and deeper as days pass, and the hunters know why. Because any hunter worth their salt can recognize the MO of a rawhead preying on children. It is not until the fifth day that everything changes.

The scene starts with Dean entering Sonny´s house, two patrol cars can be seen outside. The older hunters can feel the jitters of nerves that Dean is feeling and they had nothing to do with the cops inside the house. Still, Dean powers trough, entering the living room where Sonny is arguing with two uniformed man

-I am telling you, he would never do this- Sonny is angrily telling the cops

-Sonny?- Dean asks- What happened?

-Tony is missing- Sonny tells him, Dean quickly recognizing the name of the youngest inhabitant of Sonny´s house- And this “gentlemen”- Sonny spats- are telling me there is nothing they can do because “48 hours hadn’t passed yet” and “he probably ran away”- he exclaims

-Tony would have never done that- Dean automatically responds, because it doesn’t make sense, regardless of the reasons Tony is at Sonny´s house, he is a good boy

-Sonny, that is not what we meant- one of the cops tells him, he is obviously the “nice one” out of the two of them, because it doesn’t take long for his partner to respond

-It is exactly what we meant- the older one tells them- there are other 4 boys missing, your boy probably wanted some of the attention for himself- he spats before muttering- couldn’t expect more for a….

-I dare you to finish that sentence, pal- Dean tells him with barely conceal anger and a dangerous voice that makes the cop inch for his gun, before Sonny steps between the two and the other cop says

-Ok, lets relax all of us. Carter, that was out of line, take a break- he tells him, making the other cop stalked out of the house, angrily. The cop sighs before turning towards Sonny- Sonny, look, you have to see it from our side, four kids, two of them from prominent families, are missing, we have no clues and the mayor is breathing on our necks

-So what you are saying is that Tony´s life is worth less, because he is not from a “prominent family” and has a criminal record- the man deadpans, and for a minute he looks as dangerous as his record shows him to be

-Look man, we will do our best- the younger man mumbles- And hey who knows maybe he just decided to skipped class today- he says with a false cheer in his tone

-Get out of my house, Carl- Sonny spats, making the cop hightailed out of the house, leaving only Dean and Sonny inside the small living room.

-Sonny…- Dean starts to say, before being abruptly cut by said man

-Don’t, Dean- the man says, all fight leaving his body, as he seats in the sofa, putting his head in his hands- I know what they all think, but Tony would have never done that

-I know- Dean responds- I believe you- he tells him, before asking, insecurity creeping his voice- Do you trust me?

-Of course I do, Dean- the man says startled, clearly not knowing why the change of subjects and to be fair neither do the Winchesters watching- What…

-What if I told you that perhaps I can find him?, but you have to trust me- Dean asks, the hunter in him making itself known

-Dean, what do you mean?- Sonny asks bewildered

- I can find Tony, or at least I can do my best to find him- Dean continues- I once told you that my bruises were because of a werewolf, I know you think I was lying to protect my father, but I wasn’t- Dean tells him, before adding- I know I can find the son of a bitch that took Tony and I know because I have an inkling of what kind of monster took him and the other kids, but I need you to trust me- he finishes, there is devastation in his words, that makes the Winchesters balk on their seats, Dean is clearly preparing himself for rejection, the Winchesters are prepared as well, which is why they are surprised with what happens next

-Dean, I…-Sonny tells him- I trust you- he tells him- But you have to understand that this sounds insane

-I know- Dean sighs

-But as I said before I trust you- Sonny tells him surprising him (and everyone in the room)- And my gut had never stirred me wrong before, what do you need?- he asks with a tired smile, it takes a few minutes for Dean to get out of his own head, but soon his hunter side takes over

-When was the last time you saw Tony?- he asks with no preamble

-At breakfast today. He was supposed to go to school, but the teaches say he never made it

-Did he walk there? Was he alone?- Dean inquires

-Yes, he always walks to school, he usually goes with Mark, but as you know Mark is sick with the flue- Sonny answers

-Alright, was there anything unusual about today? Did Tony seemed spooked? Did he complain about strange noises? Was there anything off about his room?

-No, there wasn’t anything different about him today

-Alright, do you know his route to school? Does he pass any wasteland? Any place that has a weird creepy history? A place that you probably told him to walk faster or not alone even if you don’t know why?

-I… I don’t- Sonny starts before pausing- Yeah, actually, now that you mention it, I can think of a place. The old Mason´s house. It has been abandoned for years and not for the lack of trying of some, it is just almost as if…

-As if the place was haunted- Dean concludes- I have been investigating the other kids dissaperances and I can only think of a monster that fit the bill, since…

-Since no bodies had shown- Sonny finishes

-Well, yeah- Dean answers- I think I know what fugly it is and your haunted house seems like a good place to start looking for

-Alright, so lets go- Sonny says standing up

-Hey, wait a second- Dean tells him, stopping the man- There is no we, I am going

-The hell you think you are going alone, one of my kids is in danger and I am not standing with my arms cross as another one puts himself on harm´s way to rescue him- Sonny tells him crossing his arms- We are going and it is final

-Yeah, Dean- a female voice interrupts- we are going with you

-The fuck did you come from?- Dean asks startled to see Ally standing under the doorway

-I heard about Tony´s, came here to help, saw the assclowns speeding out of here, and caught tail of your conversation- she answers- Now, at this point there are two options, either you are having a breakdown, which is reason enough not to leave you alone, or you are telling the truth and monsters are real, which is even more reason to go with you, strength in numbers and all that

-You have zero training- Dean answers- Neither of you is coming with me and that is final

-Sweetie, I would like to see you and try to stop me- Ally says standing her ground, there is a hot minute when they all stand still, but finally Dean relents and says

-Fine, you are both coming with me, but you have to follow my lead

-Of course- Sonny answers

-Roger that, Capitan- Ally says with a mock salute

-Also, I know Sonny probably does, but do you know how to use a weapon, Al?- Dean asks

-I have a taser gun, does that count?- she counters

-Actually now that you mention it- Dean answers, closing the scene

The Winchesters don’t get even a chance to ponder on it, before the next scene starts. This time the Impala and a truck pull outside of the abandoned house, the three occupants getting out of their respective vehicles with Dean talking the lead

-Alright, you know the plan- Dean tells them- We are going quietly through the house looking for the missing kids, Ally you take the left, Sonny you take the right and I take the center and we convey before checking the basement, any sounds of trouble and you scream

-Alright, and where do I go?- Steve says raising from the back of Ally´s truck

-The fuck?- Ally asks- Where you there the whole time?

-What can I say? I heard you all were going in an insane mission to save kids and I figure what the hell, I am coming with them- Steve grins, before adding with a serious tone- Also, one of the kids is in my class, I aint leaving him alone- Dean nods at that

-Alright, you stay outside then- he says, giving him a walkie talkie- See anything werid, you call it. Alright lets go

The group enters the house quietly, each one searching their respective rooms without luck, before meeting at the top of the stairs, ready to check the basement. They climb down the ratty stairs, and it doesn’t take long for them to see five figures clutching in one corner, Tony among them. Sonny pockets his gun and rush towards them, Ally and Dean close in his heels

-Sonny- the young boy, all but screams- you came

-Of course I did, kid- Sonny answers embracing him as Ally checks the rest of the kids

-A monster took us- a younger boy tells them

-He was going to eat us- another one cries

-It is alright, you are safe now- Ally says.

-Kids, the monster that took you?- Dean asks, taser still at the ready- Where is it?- this question makes one of the boys look up and then there is a scream, as the kids and the adults turn their backs towards the monster. Dean barely has time to push the kids out of the way, before the monster charges towards him, making him lose the taser in the struggle. Dean falls to the floor and looks up at the monster, only for it to be crisped to a bone, Steve firing the killing shot

-The hell was that?- he asks almost out of breath

-A rawhead- Dean answers automatically- You may know it as the bogey man. Thought I told you to stay outside?

-A thank you is enough- Steve tells him- you butt called me on the walkie talkie, figure you might need help- he finishes shrugging making a laugh escape Ally´s mouth, and soon the whole room is laughing with relief

The scene once more shifts and this time it shows the group standing outside sitting in the truck of Ally´s truck, as the police and paramedics help the children to their parents and checking them over

-So this is what you do for a living, Dean-o?- Ally asks him, all of them watching the proceedings in front of them

-Kind of- Dean answers

-I said it once and I will day it again- Sonny says- You are a good one, Dean- he tells him clapping his shoulder

-It doesn’t always end like this- Dean tells them

-But today it did- Steve says- You are a hero, Dean, and don’t let anyone, not even yourself, tell you any different- he finishes, before giving him a hug, ending the scene in a light tone

And that is the quicker isn’t it, Sam thinks, that doesn’t matter all the good that Dean does, he has never once considered himself a hero, not after pulling a young Sam out of the fire, not after taking care of Sam all his life, not after saving so many people. Dean has always considered he has done what anyone else would do, without realizing that not everyone would have done all the things he does, did… Dean´s self-stem had never allowed him to see himself as anything but flawed, but Sam knows the truth, he knows his brother is a hero, he just wishes he had appreciated it when he had the chance.

John watches the scene, wanting to clawed his eyes out of his skull, this is the comradery that he denied his son, these are the kind words he kept quiet after a hunt where his son had saved the day, these and more were the things that slowly but surely broke Dean´s self-stem piece by piece, until there was nothing else. His son is a hero, everyone can see it, except himself and his own family. Once again, he realizes too little too late, the errors of his way and once more there is nothing he can do to change it.

First chapter <<Previous Next>>> AO3

#supernatural #supernatural fic #spn fic #supernatural au #spn au #dean winchester #sam winchester #john winchester #bad parent john winchester #sonny spn #suicidal dean winchester

3 notes · View notes

theycallmemu82 · 1 year

Text

I honestly think Marvel Comics should reboot their entire comic line.

Rebooting and starting from fresh allows the writer to tell good stories without the baggage of continuity. The sliding timescale that Marvel currently has only worked for a couple years, after that it’s gonna get more convoluted the longer they continue.

Rebooting the entire new universe, a 617 continuity for writers to play with and tell good stories. without worrying about what happened 10 years ago in a characters publication, they could just tell the story they want to tell.

Also by doing so can attract new readers, something that the comic book industry in general is desperately in need of. Starting with a new continuity will give the new reader a sense of connection to the characters. This would be their era of Spider-Man, their era of X-Men, their era of Avengers. The only people who are going to be pissed off are the old tired fans, who at this point to be realistic have not bought any comics anyway.

Also this would allow marvel publication to rethink how they produce, advertise and distribute content for readers. Hiring editors who have experience working in the field of manga. Working with marketing teams that had success in the gaming Industry. Finding ways to get comic books in the hands of people who wants to read them that doesn’t require walking into a comic shop. Don’t get me wrong comic book shops are great, but a little girl will have better chance discovering “Devil Dinosaur & Moon Girl” from a supermarket counter.

Rebooting the entire line of comics can help writers tell new stories, attract new readers and at the same time help the company rethink their strategy.

There’s always gonna be some Youtuber or TikToker who’s going to reference the old continuity whenever somebody in MCU whispers a throwaway line. But that doesn’t hinder the screenwriters, otherwise Zemo will be exactly the same as the comic.

What I’m talking about is the comics. The Ultimate line and the New 52 failed because editorial was to scared to stick to their guns. If they Jim Shooter it then it would’ve had a lasting effect.

Of course there’s gonna be fans who are gonna bitch and whine about why Peter Parker is back to being a high school student from Forest Hill Queens New York. But there’s also going to be a Writer of Color, who’s going to find it interesting that a white kid is just as disadvantaged as other kids of color. And he or she could use that to tell a new good interesting story. And if it’s received well then the ones complaining will slowly stop.

Instead of standing by their writers and giving them creative freedom, editorial coward down with cold feet trying to please the vocal minority on the Internet. Causing conflict with writers that resulted in mediocre stories. Forcing the company to revert back to the previous status quo. The problem wasn’t the fact they did a reboot. The Problem was that the people in charge didn’t have a spine to carry on through.

As for the Ultimate line, The concept was promising. But the problem was that they hired writers who are known for deconstructing superheroes. Like seriously why would they hire a writer, who in interviews would say they hate the character of Captain America. Only to hire them a year later to write a Captain America book. This is how we end up getting a semi racist Steve Rogers. The ultimate line could’ve been a way to attract new readers, instead it became this weird twisted punching bag for angry writers. The concept of introducing a new universe was good. It was the execution and who they allowed to be the architects of that new universe that led to his downfall.

I honestly think it can work if Marvel Comics rebooted their entire comic line. With careful planning along with a 5 to 10 year publishing gold. Finding talented artists and writers who are eager to work within this new universe. Hiring a strong editorial staff who can stand by a creative team, also not afraid to call them out when they’re behind. Sticking to the game plan all the way through, only making small deviations based on sales.

#marvel comics

3 notes · View notes

balladofsallyrose · 2 years

Audio

1968 Tour: Small Faces interview on Brisbane Radio {x}

‘Mac’ & Kenney being interviewed + transcript:

[mumbles] a few days you’ll get a break in Sydney? Mac: Yeah. And it isn’t because of the weather and all that? Mac: No we don’t mind it because it’s still nice weather anyway, more than in England. Uh, I think the big interest in Tin Soldier, your record which I think will make the chart next week probably up here. Uh, but it’s taking off like a rocket in The Sates, I understand. Mac: It is yeah, no. 21. Well that’s not bad for a start- Someone: no. 16. Oh sorry, no. 16... it jumped two places in two seconds [laughs and mumbles] Uh, first of all just before you came in Paul Jones selected the P.P. Arnold record, which you guys feature in quite largely, so perhaps you’d like to tell us about it? Kenney: Yeah, uh. Ronnie and Steve wrote it and uh, Ian arranged it and we all played on it, produced it, and everything. And you guys are doing your own production all along the line now? Kenney: Yeah, we try... we write songs for other people now. Yeah, um, the duo singing on it is becoming larger and larger because we go back to the ‘Sha la la’ days, and since then you’ve sort of started writing seriously, music and producing records and figuring productions for other people. And do you also play on the sessions for other people? Mac: Yeah, yeah, we like to do it, y’know. The thing that we have discussed with the other guys who have been in here today, here on our portable studio, is that fact that with so many good things with the record that you guys are making, and the bad thing that you guys are getting very large in Britain at the moment. And I think Paul Jones made the comment that it was a bit alarming because a lot of young people were in fact buying these records, it wasn’t the oldies at all. So, as a group which appears directly to young people, what do you have to say on that? Mac: I don’t know, mate [laughs] Otherwise to the point that I've been meaning to ask for a long time, Mac... good that was even better. Mac: What was the question sorry? You see he’s reading the playlist looking for records that we’re going to play in a moment... now, but seriously, you guys are a group that appears to a younger cross-section of the market, and Paul Jones said he, that maybe it was in fact a lot of young people buying the humperdinck-ballad-type-things Mac: I think it’s quite possible, um. You see a lot of groups don’t go out on tour now and uh, there’s a gap it’s been filled and uh [mumbles] ...but right now about the pirate thing and not enough [media] exposure Mac: Right, yeah well it’s all done by one company which is a bit of a drag really. It should be like here, y’know. Competition. Yeah, it gets it going. Can the sort of things that the sort of music that you dig, the sort of people that you would go and see would be what? who? Mac: uh, why I don’t see many people really, y’know many artists live- Yeah, I mean the sort of records, the people’s records that you like. Mac: Oh yeah, Booker T. and The M.G.S, y’know the soul music. Yeah the soul music thing. Mac: Yeah. These guys have had some very successful tours in Britain in the last year (1967) is that right? Mac: Yeah yeah, I agree. And in fact, this is meant that a lot of local British acts have got off this black pop thing or singing it, instead of doing their own music... which to me sounds like a good thing, don’t you? Mac: Who’s gone off it? People aren’t making records this way anymore, though? Mac: No right we’re writing our own material y’know, yeah, right. Mac: But the influence is still there you know, I think as a group, Booker T., for us is such a buzz because organ, guitar, bass, drums, each one is such a king in it’s own field y’know. Like I couldn’t hope to be a better organist for Booker T., and Kenney really digs Al Jackson Hurst. Yeah, so this is something that you guys can hope to- Mac: Write our own material of course, y’know. Peter.. Steve... y’know is influenced by the soul thing but he’s also finding his own y’know thing, and Ronnie too. Yeah, well in fact their writing has changed considerably hasn’t it? Kenney: It has, Yeah. Someone: Getting better all the time don’t ya know... Ok we’ll play a commercial or a record or something and we’ll get back to this... We got some feedback somewhere [laughs] he laughs mentionably as everybody’s eardrums break. Ah...[mumbled] mentioned awhile back It would be tomorrow night 6 o’clock to 8:45, the two shows for the Small Faces, The Who, Paul Jones & The Questions. And tickets, of course, tomorrow at Parlings. In a moment we’re going to play a record you selected Mac called, ‘...Through The Grapevine’ by Gladys Knight and The Pips. Um, the Motown thing generally, you’ve gone on with it? Mac: Yeah, right terrific drummer. The other guy who’s done all the sessions, it’s probably their own fellow. It is? Mac: It is yeah, and nice space flow too. Yeah, they sort of, I’d noticed in American records, that sort of wandering bassline that they have... that Motown had going on for a long time, is now starting to happen in a lot of other American records, um, I just think of any off hand, but there must be some [laughs] in fact we... imports... American renaissance starting to happen, how has it affected British people generally? Mac: Well, I think generally that it’s a gas. Like at Atlantic and Motown... the thing that got where it’s always the same backing group and you don’t hear much about... the sounds they got together are terrific. So like Gladys Knight, you’re a gas too [laughs] Yeah, so are these the same people that toured with them when they did the British tour? Mac: Uh, I’m not sure. I know the organist. I didn't see the tour. I hope the organist was the same. Yeah they really get the scene, particularly in the stacks involved [mumbles] Steve Cropper. In fact this is a bit of a myth that was blown up because everybody figured it was a sort of black thing happening, but in fact there are quite a lot of white guys on this Mac: Steve Cropper is the only white guy in the group, oh no Steve Cropper and the base player back then. But in Motown it’s all the people, right? Mac: Yeah, I think so. And Kenney you were talking about the drummer with Booker T... What are some of the other drummers in the scene that you dig? Kenney: Uh, Brian Bennett and The Shadows y’know people like that. What about people like Ginger Baker? They’ve blown up a pretty big thing in America which surprised me. I didn’t think at first that the Cream would work over there, but apparently they’re going y’know, bigger as ever over there, in America. Their new LP is rated no. 9 in the charts over there or something. And are they an exciting stage act to see? Kenney: Uh, very exciting, very exciting. Like the Index single [?] Kenney: We’ll I don’t think you can compare them really, I mean y’know. They’re two different acts, but they’re both exciting acts, y’know. Right, we’ll play this record of Mac’s called ‘I Thought I headed Through The Grapevine’ [by Gladys Knight and The Pips] Well on the chat, we were just talking about the sort of thing that people can expect to see you guys do on stage tomorrow night, like perhaps you could give us a few secrets on the sort of numbers [songs] that you’re gonna do? Kenney: Well, I have no idea yet. Right, that’s ah- Mac: half an hour of a very loud sound [laughs] very loud. Uh, you’ll do the singles that have worked for you, of course? Kenney: Itchycoo Park, yeah oh, um what else to be heard? oh Tin Soldier Mac: Tin Soldier, yeah. Kenney: And uh... Do you go as far back as Sha la la? Or not? Kenney: Uh no doubt it actually. Mac: It’s a sort of entirely different sound y’know these days, [mumbles] For these shows, your recording techniques or your recorded sound has changed - a lightyear in a matter of a short time. What brought about this about? Mac: We had a bit more time in the studio y’know. Instead of trying to create a loud- a live sound, it’s nice to make a good friend about the time. Maybe live a bit. And stopped a lot of bookings y’know and what have you, and just live in the studio recording. Yeah this is the way you get exactly what you want on the record, isn’t it. But do you find that you have problems of getting, say a really bit sound on record and then you have to go and do a tour and you gotta do it! Mac: Yeah, but then we try it for our singles and we try and keep it so that the instruments, we can always use on stage y’know, like Tin Soldier. We use all those instruments on stage and we do it. In fact, how many times does everybody swap around on instruments on stage? Mac: Oh well, Steve plays a bit of piano, I play a little bit of piano, and uh we all have a go at singing and sort of cover up noises y’know [laughs] That was really what I wanted, the fact that, I think coming on the bus today, somebody said that Steve would probably do a thing on piano. Mac: Yeah, a feature number. A feature number, lovely. A feature number. We’ll we’re going to do this record now- How’s it going in England? Mac: I haven’t got any idea. I don’t know how well we’re doing in England actually. Where’s England? [laughs] It’s that place that’s got all the snow and rain everywhere. I think the reports that we’re getting from Britain now, you know, it’s going okay over there. And in America, apparently ‘Handbags and Gladrags’ is starting to work for Chris Farlowe, he’s a good artist right? Mac: Yeah he’s a right nice guy. Alright then. Chris Farlowe in fact had a hit of one of your songs didn’t he? Mac & Kenney: Uh Ronnie and Steve’s song, yeah. Which was ‘My Way Of Giving’. Mac: Really? [laughs] He never told us. It’s hard to remember. Yeah, in fact it was on one of your, your latest LP, just released in Australia. Um, you have another track already in the [mumbles] right? Kenney: Uh, not yet, not the single. Not a definite single. Mac: We can’t say till we’re finished. Yeah, we’ve got a lot of unfinished tracks in there. I’d say, you’ll probably get an aeroplane- Mac: We might get one better than the one we already had y’know. And what you’ll have an LP and maybe a single out of a session when you get home? Mac: Yeah, we done sort of, most of the LP [Ogden's] After you leave Australia, what sort of plans do you have? Are you- If Tin Soldier looks like you’ll be working in The States, will you? Mac: Um, yeah we hope so [laughs]. Not that [mumbles] would come along. It’s a long story. You haven’t been to The States touring have you? Mac & Kenney: No. And Um, let’s see Tin Soldier is the first one which has worked because Itchycoo didn’t happen all that well over there did it? Mac: Itchycoo Park? In The States? I’m sorry- We were talking about it earlier, weren’t we? Now let’s get on with the record! He have Chris Farlowe’s record which is called ‘Handbags & Gladrags’ {end of transcript}

#small faces #ian mclagan #kenney jones #steve marriott #ronnie lane #paul jones #chris farlowe #cream band #1968 #sometimes kenney and mac's voice blended and i got confused. but here.

2 notes · View notes

ao3feed-brucewayne · 4 months

Text

Aliens and Dates

by Jusstya Após renascer em outro universo depois de se sacrificar no seu original, Harley Quinn fez o que pôde para se encaixar, por mais que não gostasse da ideia de ter de escolher entre ser uma civil, uma vilã, ou uma heroína. Decidida a viver uma vida normal, por mais difícil que foi nos primeiros anos, Harley agora estava com quase trinta anos, desempregada mesmo que tivesse alguns diplomas e cursos em seu currículo; atualmente procurando ter, pelo menos, uma vida amorosa bem estruturada, mesmo que fosse difícil se relacionar depois de tudo que passou em sua última vida. No entanto, era óbvio que o universo não estava ao seu favor; no dia em que Quinzel — mesmo que tivesse outro nome, ela não era capaz de se desfazer do seu primeiro — marca um encontro com uma pessoa que conheceu em um aplicativo de namoro, um portal se abre no alto do céu de Nova York, e um Deus Nórdico chamado Loki decide que quer a terra para si. Enfurecida com isso, principalmente pelo tanto de coisas que estavam dando errados em sua semana, Harley toma uma atitude impulsiva, que mudaria sua vida para sempre: decide ajudar os Vingadores na luta, mesmo que extremamente mal-humorada. Words: 7907, Chapters: 6/?, Language: Português brasileiro Fandoms: DCU, DCU (Comics), DC Extended Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Iron Man (Movies), Captain America - All Media Types, Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel, Marvel (Comics) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi Characters: Harleen Quinzel, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Thor (Marvel), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, Loki (Marvel), Bruce Banner, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Nick Fury, Maria Hill, Original Characters, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Original Male Human Character(s), Bruce Wayne (Mentioned), Patricia Wayne, Patrícia Wayne (Female Oc), Morana Isleen (Female Oc) Relationships: Harleen Quinzel/Steve Rogers, Harleen Quinzel/Original Female Character(s), Harleen Quinzel & Original Female Character(s), Harleen Quinzel & Tony Stark, Harleen Quinzel & Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton & Harleen Quinzel, Harleen Quinzel & Original Character(s), Steve Rogers & Tony Stark, Loki & Thor (Marvel), Loki & Tony Stark, Loki & Natasha Romanov, Tony Stark & Original Female Character(s), Tony Stark/Original Female Character(s), Tony Stark/Morana Isleen Additional Tags: Crossover, Crossover Pairings, Romance, Eventual Romance, Slow Romance, Drama & Romance, Action & Romance, Strangers to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, Idiots in Love, Harley Quinn Played by Margot Robbie, Harleen Quinzel Needs a Hug, Bisexual Harleen Quinzel, POV Harleen Quinzel, Crazy Harleen Quinzel, BAMF Harleen Quinzel, Protective Harleen Quinzel, Steve Rogers Needs a Hug, Hurt Steve Rogers, Artist Steve Rogers, Protective Steve Rogers, Post-Serum Steve Rogers, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Protective Tony Stark, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Clint Barton & Natasha Romanov Friendship, Natasha Romanov Is Not A Robot, Slow Burn, Slow To Update, Reincarnation, Alternate Universe - Reincarnation, Harley and Steve are the best and no one can tell me otherwise via https://ift.tt/xVgpc1l

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the dark knight #the caped crusader #gotham #dcu #dc #ao3 #ao3feed

0 notes

inner--islands · 6 months

Text

Interview with Matthew Barlow (July 2016)

1. What are some recent inspirations?

For “Hatha”, the primary inspirations included my yoga practice, nature, and new age music.

2. What are some of your favorite “non-musical” sounds that you hear on a daily basis?

Most of my favorites are featured on “Hatha” and were recorded in my yard. I love the sound of birds in the morning (the Woodthrush being my favorite birdsong), crickets in the evening. I also enjoy the sound of flowing water and ocean waves.

3. When you put on music are you more likely to go for something new or something familiar, or a pretty even mix of the two?

I would say it’s a pretty even mix of the two. If I notice that some music has come out from some of my favorite artists or labels then I’ll always jump on that. Steve Targo (aka Inner Travels) is always posting links to killer stuff on his FB, so I usually check that stuff out as well. I can’t go wrong with Sounds of the Dawn either - especially his mixes for NTS radio. Otherwise, I’ve got a few Pandora stations that I listen to quite frequently, especially during yoga. One station is all Native American Flute music, and the others are a mix of New Age and Ambient genres. Perfect for those yoga flow vibes.

4. How has running a label affected the way that you approach others about your own music?

Having experienced firsthand just how many submissions a label can receive, I sympathize with anyone running a label and the workload that they have in that regard. It was rare that I ever selected an unsolicited submission to release on Twin Springs Tapes (TST), but I always appreciated when the artist at least took the time to tell me about themselves and their music. I could usually tell when a particular submission was sent intentionally to TST as opposed to just being one label out of several that the artists sent their submission to in the hopes of getting a bite. So yeah, I just try to carry that intention and respect when I’m contacting a label. For example, when I got in touch with you about a possible release on Inner Islands, my motivation wasn’t so much driven by what the label was putting out, but WHY Inner Islands puts out the music it does. And to me, that’s a big distinction: the “why” is huge. I felt like my “why” really harmonized with Inner Island’s “why” and that gave me the inspiration to reach out.

5. At what point in your creative process are you most critical?

I’d say I’m my most critical when it comes to the tone/sound design of the soft synth patches that I use and the overall mix. Recording the tracks and laying in the pieces are often fairly easy - pretty much everything I do is improvised anyways, so that kind of all just comes in at once. It’s the tone and texture of the synths that take me the most time to dial in. I will often spend up 85-90% of my time working with the textures, and even then I may not be completely happy with where I wind up! I can drive myself pretty crazy during those sessions, so sometimes I just have to let it go and move on.

6. When you are doing a sound healing or sound bath how do you notice the energy of the other people (or person) on the receiving end change the way that you play?

That’s a great question. I’m still developing my connection with the practice as it is a fairly new experience for me. This kind of sound work is as communal as it is personal, and I really respect and value that. I’m still learning. In the meantime, I’m just trying to get out of the way as much as possible, trusting and allowing the sound to do it’s work despite whatever personal experience I may be having at the time.

7. How do you decide the duration of a piece? A lot of your pieces seem to tap into something that could go indefinitely.

Yeah, there is definitely something about doing long-form pieces that I just can’t seem to let go of! Ha! I wouldn’t say that I decide before hand what the duration of a particular piece is going to be (unless it’s a cassette or physical release), I just sit down and start playing. It goes back to what I talked about in the previous question: I’m trying to drop in to the flow, get out of the way, and let the sound take over. When I’m in that space, the last thing I’m thinking about is time - in fact, I’m not trying to “think” at all - I’m just trying to experience, to witness, to just BE in that moment with the sound. It will sort itself out in the end.

8. How long have you been making and recording sound in this gentle and atmospheric vein? What lead you to this area of work?

I’ve been making music for over 20 years, but the main switch happened several years ago when I started working with Ableton Live. Using that program opened up so many possibilities on how I could make music. Up to that point, I was accustomed to making music with the guitar, so switching over to making music primarily on the computer was challenging as it took me quite a while to connect with that kind of work and develop my own style. And I by no means feel like I’ve arrived yet. I’m still exploring, still learning. I feel led to this kind of work because there is a very strong connection it has to my family, my home, my childhood. I grew up in rural Pennsylvania, and I remember how active my imagination was. I remember listening to a lot of classical music and movie scores, visualizing my own stories. My mom also was really into Enya and Hilary Stagg and other atmospheric world music, so that was a pretty direct influence on me. There were so many other experiences that I don’t have the time to get into, but there is just something about ambient music and the work that I do now that takes me back to those times of exploring the woods, stargazing on warm summer nights, camping with the family - it’s all intertwined and it all evokes for me a very special connection with who and where I was then with who I am now.

9. Would you say your work is less focused on self-expression?

I would agree with that for the most part, but I feel like expression is rooted in intention, and there is a lot of intention that goes into the music that I make. I’m much more interested in the kind and quality of an experience that one may have with my music as opposed to how much it may “entertain” them. Music can provide such a positive experience for both the mind and the body - it can help us relax, it can stimulate our imaginations, it can help us to better connect with ourselves and the world around us - there are just so many wonderful and very real benefits that are attached to sound and music, and my intention springs from all of that. While I certainly cannot dictate what kind of experience you may have, at the very least, I hope that the music I create will bless you in some form, however big or small it may be.

10. Words of wisdom you like to recall in times of need?

Everything arises, everything falls away. Nothing lasts forever, good or bad. That’s just the nature of things. Take time for now.

Matthew Barlow is based in Asheville, North Carolina. He does sound baths around the area and runs the label Twin Springs Tapes. In May he released Hatha with Inner Islands.

#dialogue

0 notes

miinesweeper · 3 years

Text

🪓 — welcome to my blog.

what i write;;

— oneshots

— preferences/headcanons

— might occasionally find character icons

— a couple full length fics (with painfully slow updates)

— i also make character playlists <3

about me;;

— you can call me yugo or mel

— i love anything horror related, reading and writing, movies (rec’s are always apprecaited), and i love screaming about pathetic fictional men

fandom & characters list;;

(∞ means that it’s my hyperfixation right now, and italics means that they’re my favorite character!)

the breakfast club

- andrew clark

- claire standish

- brian johnson

- john bender

- allison reynolds

the dark knight trilogy

- jonathan crane/scarecrow

dexter

- dexter morgan

- debora morgan

diary of a wimpy kid

- rodrick heffley

ferris bueller’s day off

- ferris bueller

- slaone peterson

- cameron frye

fright night (1985 version)

- charley brewster

- amy peterson

- ‘evil’ ed thompson

- jerry dandrige

- peter vincent

gotham

- jonathan crane/the scarecrow

harry potter

(i don’t support jkr, i’m not really in this fandom anymore honestly, i just keep the characters here because they appear in matchup requests often)

- harry potter

- ron weasley

- ginny weasley

- fred & george weasley

- hermione granger

- luna lovegood

- draco malfoy

- cedric diggory

- neville longbottom

i am not okay with this

- sydney novak

- stanley barber

jennifer’s body

- jennifer check

- anita lesnicki

- chip dove

the lost boys

- michael

- david

- dwayne

- paul

- marko

- star

- frog bros

- sam

∞ ozark

- marty byrde

- wendy byrde

- charlotte byrde

- wyatt langmore

- ruth langmore

red eye

- jackson rippner

- lisa reisert

∞ scarlet hollow

- stella richmond

- avery belle

- reese kelly

- kaneeka forsyth

- oscar gutierrez

- sam wayne

- tabitha scarlet

shameless

- fiona gallagher

- ian gallagher

- lip gallagher

- debbie gallagher

- carl gallagher

- mandy milkovich

- mickey milkovich

- kevin ball

- veronica fisher

- jimmy/steve lishman

stand by me

- ace merrill

- eyeball chambers

stranger things

- nancy wheeler

- jonathan byers

- billy hargrove

- steve harrington

- robin buckley

- eddie munson

- chrissy cunningham

- lucas sinclair

- dustin henderson

- mike wheeler

- will byers

- max mayfield

- eleven hopper

∞ super dark times

- josh templeton

- zach taylor

- allison bannister

∞ twdg

season 1:

- lee everett

- molly

- ben

- glenn

- doug

- carley

- christa

- omid

season 2:

- luke

- jane

- nick

season 3:

- javier

- gabe

- kate

- ava

- eleanor

- tripp

- paul/jesus

season 4:

- marlon

- clem

- louis

- violet

- mitch

- james

- brody

- ruby

- omar

watching the detectives

- neil

- violet

∞ wayward pines

- ethan burke

- theresa burke

- ben burke

x-files

- dana scully

- fox mulder

my masterlist has everything i’ve written linked and it’s organized by fandom, check it out :DD

requests;;

— requests are always open (unless stated otherwise) !! send whatever you want and i’ll write it write away ;)

— also pls feel free to request playlists for characters and shows/series/movies !!

— requests are super fun and make me very motivated so pls send as many as you want :DD

— also !! i’ll do match ups (you tell me a bit about yourself and i pair you up with a character from whatever fandom(s) you choose) (pls request these they look so fun to do)

— pls only send them through my asks, not my dm’s

— usually i can get requests done pretty fast, but sometimes i need a little time, i want them to be as good as possible when i post them <3

— your requests can be as specific or as general as you want

— however; please respect my limits if there’s something i don’t want to write, and please give me time to write so that i can make all of my posts as good as possible

will write;;

— oneshots

— preferences

— oc x cc

— cc x reader

— specific requests such as artist!reader, strong!reader, etc

— multiple cc’s x reader/poly relationships

— oneshots based off of songs, one word/one sentence prompts etc

— mild nsfw

— angst

— fluff

— horror

— au’s

— match-ups <3

— most things tbh

won’t write;;

— blatant smut

— cc x cc

— real person x reader

— incest & pedophilia or any other gross thing like those

match-ups;;

— describe yourself as little or as much as you want (but at least tell me ur sexuality so i know who to consider :])

— some stuff you might wanna include are things such as your likes & dislikes, general traits, hobbies, pet peeves, aesthetic/style, zodiac, mbti, etc

— tell me what fandom(s) you want your match-up to possibly be from

— and do let me know if there’s a specific character (or multiple characters) that you particularly don’t want your possible match to be

— and then i’ll tell you which character i think you’d match best with !

(pls request a match-up i wanna do this so bad </3)

asks box info;;

— pls feel free to come in with questions, movie/show/music/etc recommendations and requests of course

— if you wanna be a specific anon (and sign off with an emoji or smth like that) go ahead, it’s fine by me :]

— anons :: 💫 anon, bat anon

date: aug 28, 21’

#fanfiction #twdg #fright night #fright night 1985 #the lost boys #the breakfast club #stranger things #writing #requests #intro #rules #super dark times #ozark netflix #ozark #shameless

165 notes · View notes

awesomerextyphoon · 3 years

Text

Speculum Cupido

Summary: You’ve been Dr. Strange’s apprentice for some time now and you wanted to prove your best friend wrong. It goes awry and both of you find yourselves in a ‘dark mirror’ universe where the Captain, the Asset, the Kraken, and the Fallen Angel want to make both of you theirs.

Pairing: Dark!Steve x Female Reader x Dark!Ransom, minor Dark!Bucky x OFC x Dark!Sam

Rating: 18+ / Explicit

Word Count: 3,072

Warning: Dub/Non-Con Smut, Oral (m & f receiving), Daddy Kink, MMF Threesome, Double Penetration, Spit Roasting, Non-Con Drugging, Breeding Kink, and Artistic License w/Biology

A/N: This is my gift to @labella420 for @drabblewithfrannybarnes, @chrissquares , and @amythedvdhoarder’s Happy Hoelentine’s Day Challenge. Dividers are by the lovely @firefly-graphics. Shout out to @saiyanprincessswanie for letting me borrow an idea of hers for this fic. Thanks to @the-soulofdevil for the beta.

Back to Masterlist

Another Valentine’s Day, another day for the world to mock me being single.

You were having enough of a ‘meh’ week as it is. Dr. Strange had to return to Kamar-Taj for an in-person meeting and Wong was who knows where. They had instructed you to work on your portal and transfiguration spells while they were away which was fair since you’ve been lacking in that department.

It’s just that you longed for some excitement.

Luckily you wouldn’t be spending Valentine’s completely alone; Isabeau, your best friend, was coming over due to as she put it, ‘no one cares about a day where all one gets is somewhat good sex’.

Fast Forward two hours and you’re getting your room ready for Galentine’s Day Movie Night. You had decked out your room with homemade baked goods, drinks, best friend movies, all the good shit.

“I have wonderful news!” Isabeau burst in with gusto yet again.

You shot her a bemused smile, “What is it this time?”

“I have a new crush! It’s Eric from IT!”

“Are you sure this won’t end up like last time?” you queried in reference to the time when Isabeau’s crush turned out to be a complete asshole.

“Oh hush! This won’t be like that at all,” Isabeau retorted, “Now how about you? Have you had any luck with a hot sorcerer?”

“If only I’d be so lucky,” you muttered as Isabeau started on the Toffee Crunch Cookies you made.

A few minutes later, Isabeau’s eyes narrowed and her full lips curved upward in a mischievous smirk.

She had one of her ideas again.

“Hey, why don’t you try an ambiance spell. They’re harmless and you always feel better afterward.”

You didn’t like casting them due to something always going awry, but you relented once Isabeau broke out her puppy dog eyes.

“Alright, alright, I give,” you submitted, “I’ll try a simple floating star spell. Let me find the book.”

Both of you went to the library for the book but it was nowhere to be found. All of the ambiance and illusion books were blank.

“Is this a sorcerer thing? I’m not seeing any words or illustrations,” puzzled Isabeau as you went through book after book in the library only to find them blank.

“No. Maybe we should just go back to my room,” you suggested as you made your way to the exit.

“Wait! There’s one book left. You could try that one.” Isabeau pointed to the last book on the shelf. It was a little worn like many of the books that resided in the library, but the inscriptions seemed odd; like it wasn’t supposed to be there.

Yet it was the only book that had anything in it.

“Fine,” you relented as you took the book back to your room.

The spells in the book weren’t anything out of the ordinary, but one spell seemed to stand out to both of you.

“Speculum Mundus?” Isabeau wondered.

“It means Mirror World in Latin.”

“Oh,” her eyes got a mischievous glint to them again, “I bet you can’t cast the spell.”

“Not this again.”

“Oh come on,” Isabeau goaded, “It’s a simple mirror world spell. You’ve done it before. What’s the worse that can happen?”

“I don’t know…”

“Are you gonna chicken out again?”

“No! Just give me a minute,” you mumbled as your hands got into the starting position and recited the incantation.

The room changed instantly.

It was filled with prism-like structures and kaleidoscope imagery giving the space a surreal ambiance.

It wasn’t unlike the last time you went into the Quantum Realm with Dr. Strange and Wong, and yet the hair on the back of your neck stood straight, and a chill shot through your spine.

You heard a gasp and turned around to see Isabeau with her protruding eyes opened wide and her mouth gaping. Following her line of sight, you saw four of the hottest men you’ve ever seen.

Though something was amiss.

For one thing, there were two Steve Rogers; one with a beard and one clean-shaven. Bucky Barnes’ arm was silver and not dark gray with gold highlights. All of them were in black uniforms with sections of vermillion and/or maroon. Clean-shaven Steve had a black tactical suit with a vermillion Kraken on his chest. Bearded Steve had a skull with tentacles on it. Sam had three vermillion stripes and one maroon stripe across his chest and shoulders with a falcon’s head in red surrounded by a black circle between his pecs.

But the thing that set off all your alarms was the fact that Bucky’s outfit was a dead ringer of his Winter Soldier days.

Instinctively, you grabbed Isabeau’s hand and made a mad dash for the hallway. You needed to get some distance so you could ground yourself.

You tried breaking the spell but to no avail. Not only did the spell not break, but your hands also burned at each attempt.

“We won’t lose you again!” one of the Steves yelled as you and Isabeau turned a corner.

“Come here, mici prințese!” another voice, probably Bucky’s shouted as the two of you made your way into a closet.

“I think we’re okay for now,” you breathed telepathically as the four Adonises crept past your hiding place.

“What’s the plan now?” Isabeau asked fearfully as her heartbeat started to rise in terror.

“I don’t know but-” you were cut off by a strike to the back of your head and your vision rapidly fading to black.

Muffled voices and the beeping of medical equipment brought you from the void.

“Nothing is wrong….they’re…good, sir.”

“Be sure that they are. We can’t leave anything up to chance.”

Groggily, you open your eyes to find yourself in a sleek hospital room lightly chained to a bed. Several other people were monitoring your vitals. One of them is Dr. Bruce Banner, or what seems to be Dr. Banner.

Bruce turned to see you looking around with a slightly confused expression, “Ah, you’re awake,” he turned to one of his aides, “Contact the Captain and Lieutenant. Tell them to come to get their bride.”

You blinked. Bride?

“Where is Isabeau, my friend?” you inquired as one of the aides brought you some water.

Bruce scowled, “Don’t think about her. You might be able to see her if the Captain and/or Lieutenant wills it.” he remarked while eyeing you up and down in a condescending almost lecherous manner, “Hmm, looks great for breeding,” Bruce noted as he fondled and prodded your curves.

You’ve always been proud of how you looked, but at that moment you wanted to shrink in the corner after giving this Bruce a roundhouse kick to the groin.

You were about to tell Dark!Bruce to fuck off when Tony Stark, fuck it, Dark!Tony entered the room. This Tony looked a lot more sinister with his silver, gray, light, and steel navy blue armor. His face and hair were mostly uncovered with his facial expression positively predatory.

“Cap’s one lucky bastard. He gets a sexy bunny along with Lieutenant Smart Ass.”

Recalling how some megalomaniacs liked shows of submissiveness, you lowered your head and asked where you were.

Whether it be out of pity, spite, or malice, Tony answered your question, “You’re in another earth, another universe.”

You nearly swiveled to look outside the window. NYC’s skyline was radically different. There were fewer buildings and HYDRA insignias everywhere.

“HYDRA took over this world.” You deadpanned. FUUUUCK!

“Sexy and smart.” Tony praised sardonically.

It didn’t take time for HYDRA to regroup after WWII. Zola and his associates were able to convince Howard Stark to give them the Tesseract with the promise of great renown, riches, and no longer being bound by the laws of weaker men. They were able to create a superweapon with the help of Dr. Whitney Frost and have been ruling the planet ever since.

It could be worse. HYDRA knew they had to offer the people comforts in exchange for their obedience. They eradicated all diseases, created a good standard of living, and ended all petty conflicts under the new world order.

Though Tony didn’t feel the need to tell you. You’ll figure it out on your own.

The doors opened to reveal Steve Rogers and his younger, clean-shaven counterpart in all their masculine glory.

“Good, you’re here.” Bruce welcomed smirking at your silent pleas.

Both soldiers walked over and inspected you.

“Hello, kitten. Name’s Ransom.” The clean-shaven soldier drawled as he moaned from your scent, “Nice set of lips you’ve got there.”

“We’ll definitely have some fun with her,” Steve noted as licked his lips ogling your curves.

You had to use all of your restraint not to spit in their faces.

“We’ll take her.” Ransom decided while Steve nodded.

Several of the aides breathed a sigh of relief as Steve broke the chains on your bed like they were nothing.

“Don’t have too much fun now!” Tony called as Steve picked you up bridal style.

“Who am I kidding? they’ll breed her like a Catholic rabbit!”

“Um, where are you taking me?” you queried, your voice barely above a whisper.

“You will address us as ‘Sir’ in public unless instructed otherwise. Is that understood?” It took all that Steve had not to push against the wall and pound your pussy with his cock he was so enraged.

No, he needed to wait. No one was to see what’s theirs.

Ransom, for his part, chuckled and shook his head, “Best not to anger this one, kitten. He hasn’t been in the best of moods.”

You gasped once the doors to their living quarters opened.

The place was huge!

It had a modern yet retro design; it should’ve been confusing, but it worked. Grand windows showcased the skyline with a balcony in the middle with a huge kitchen next to what looked to be a restaurant-style fridge and a huge living room with a TV and a fireplace.

Yet there seemed to be something missing.

“Place needs a woman’s touch,” Ransom commented sending a smirk your way.

“I’ll see you in the guest quarters Ransom” Steve deadpanned as he led you down a hall.

The bedroom was enormous yet sparse like they didn’t know what to do with it.

You were about to say something when Steve dropped you onto the incredibly soft mattress. His eyes darkened with lust and you knew what he wanted. You couldn’t think of a way out of this, not with the magic inhibitors Bruce placed on your wrists.

Maybe you could give escape one last try; you just had to wait for the right opening.

Steve smirked upon seeing you removing your clothes. He liked that you knew your place, his pretty little princess.

You could only gasp when Steve removed his uniform top. He had an incredibly defined musculature: broad shoulders, beefy biceps, chiseled pecs and abs, and a seriously drool-worthy Adonis Belt. The light shining behind him made his body appear even more glorious.

Steve looked like an ancient god brought to modern times.

With a predatory smirk, Steve slowly crawled to you loving the smell of your arousal. “Let me lay out a few rules, sweetheart. You will make our meals, clean our rooms, bear our children, and be our good little whore. You must earn the right to wear a bra; panties are out of the question.”

Each rule was emphasized by a kiss or a love bite to your jaw, neck, collarbone, and shoulders.

Finally, you are to address us as Sir in public and Daddy in private. Say it.”

“Yes, Daddy,” you muttered with your eyes downcast.

Steve lifted your chin up with his forefinger, “That’s a good girl,” and brought you in for a kiss on the lips.

The kiss was demanding yet soft. You were surprised he was capable of such gentleness.

Steve was about to push his tongue into his mouth when Ransom strolled into the room.

“Does she know the drill?”

Steve broke the kiss with a smirk,” Just finished explaining it.”

Ransom shot you a sardonic smirk, “You got the rules, kitten? Good. Now if you misbehave, I’m gonna send you to the dungeons for a few days.”

Steve started up again, “But...if you’re good-”

“A good little wifey,” Ransom interjected caressing your right cheek and leaning in for a kiss.

This kiss started off soft then intensified (really know how to lure a girl) into one filled with passion and dominance. Ransom forced his tongue into and moaned at your taste. A few seconds later he was pushing what felt like a small tablet past your tongue forcing you to swallow.

“Did you do it yet?”

“Cool it, grandpa! I did, don’t you worry. She’s gonna feel it. Aren’t ya, kitten.”

You started to feel strange. Your body temperature skyrocketed, your mind was in a deep haze, your thighs were clenching on overtime you were so turned on. You needed relief and fast.

“Please Daddies!” you begged as you tried your best not to touch yourself.

“See grandpa? She’s ready.” Ransom purred as he grabbed your thighs and placed them over his shoulders. He planted a few kisses near your entrance and groaned at the smell of your arousal.

It only took one long, slow lick to your slit to turn you into a moaning mess. You couldn’t believe the pleasure you were feeling. It was like a bolt of lightning shot through you.

Ransom groaned at the taste of your juices. Not even Stark’s overpriced chefs could compare. “Fuck, she tastes divine,” he groaned and dove in for more. Ransom attacked your folds and swollen clit with insane intensity and precision alternating between his tongue and fingers.

You were on cloud nine. Each motion took you further to the precipice of an orgasm. Ransom kept bringing you back from the edge only thrust you back into his level of tumultuous.

Steve got in on the action by covering your moans with a kiss of all-consuming passion and started playing with your breasts.

“Fuck, these tits are amazing! Can’t wait until these are filled with milk” Steve purred as he took one of your nipples into his mouth and the other between his big and forefingers.

After twenty minutes of teasing, Ransom finally let you come. A volcanic eruption of ecstasy erupted from your core and Ransom lapped up all of your juices.

“Rogers, you’re in for a treat!” Ransom exclaimed as he hopped off the edge of the mattress.

“I get her pussy first since you got to eat her out,” Steve uttered as grinned at your blissed-out state.

With a tsk, both of them got you into position with Steve’s thick, muscular thighs on either side of your hips and Ransom standing in front of you taking off his pants.

He was huge! His cock was long, thick, and veiny. It wobbled against his masterfully sculpted abs with each step he took. You wondered how that was going to fit in your mouth. Turns out Steve’s was no smaller if his tip being coated with your slick is any indication.

“This won’t hurt, kitten. You were made for us.” Ransom cooed.

You didn’t know how right he was.

Steve made his move by pushing into you inch by delicious inch and moaned at the sensation. “Fuck, she fits like a dream.”

“Don’t take forever, grandpa.” Ransom chided.

“Shut up, ya punk!” Steve retorted as he began thrusting into you loving the way your pussy clenched around him like a vice’s grip.

“Open wide, kitten,” Ransom started to push his throbbing cock into your mouth.

It took a bit of time and effort to loosen your jaw enough for him to fully enter you. He started fucking your mouth before you were ready. You tried not to gag he was so rough.

What happened to the man from earlier?

“Fuckin’ perfect.” Ransom breathed as he was approaching his climax.

Steve came with a primal roar that reverberated throughout the room after making you come two more times.

“Swallow it, kitten” Ransom ordered.

Funny thing is, you didn’t need the order. You delighted in the salty, tangy, and slightly sweet flavor.

Two minutes after you swallowed all of Ransom’s spent, both men decided it was time to move. Ransom got onto the mattress and pulled you on top of him with his tip nudging your entrance. Steve got behind you and placed kisses along the juncture between your neck and shoulders while positioning himself at your ass.

“Please...please don’t do this!” you pleaded, the pill’s effect slipping for the tiniest of moments.

Steve grabbed your neck with just enough force to pause, not hurt.” Best be a good girl now, sweetheart,” he warned.

Ransom slid in first, “Holy fucking shit!” he moaned, “Sam owes me $40.

“That depends on how well their bride is taking to them,” Steve pointed out.

“Eh, we’ll say ours is better.”

Ransom moaned again once he bottomed out and grabbed the globes of your blessed backside. He couldn’t wait to grab and smack it around in their quarters.

Steve moved slowly causing both of your breathing to hitch, his from pleasure and yours from slight pain.

With a grin and smirk, they started moving in tandem. Your body almost couldn’t take the immense pleasure you were feeling.

“I could get used to this,” Ransom remarked.

“Well, we have the week,” Steve breathed past your ear.

Both kept at it until they came in you twice. You nearly passed out after your twelfth orgasm.

“Rest kitten,” Ransom purred as you finally gave in to your exhaustion.

“The bride took to our seed,” Steve reported to Director Pierce.

“Good. We found their parents along with the rest of the resistance.” Pierce imparted.

Steve scowled at the information.

You and your friend, Isabeau, were the only ones to survive the Eve Project. HYDRA wanted to genetically groom compatible brides for their top soldiers. You were promised to Steve and Ransom and your friend to Bucky and Sam. Both of you were whisked away to another Earth by the resistance and your treacherous parents.

Now you were back where you belong.

“When do we leave?” Ransom growled.

“Once Strange and Wanda crack the protection spell. In the meantime, enjoy your bride.” Pierce turned to leave, but stopped before turning off the screen,” I want to see some little ones soon.”

771 notes · View notes