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#i don't think im worth all of this to you Steve
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Sequel to Good People - The fic in wherein Wayne doesn't like Steve and overheard a conversation he shouldn't have. Here's the aftermath of that :3
Part One🦇Part Two🦇Final Part
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Wayne had stayed in his bedroom long after he heard the boys leave. Eddie had knocked on his door to let him know he'd be staying at Steve's and to not expect him back until late tomorrow, a courtesy he'd never shown until after he'd been the victim of a manhunt back in spring. Wayne never asked him to do that but he thinks Eddie picked up on how worried Wayne would get if he were gone for any amount of time.
Eddie's always been good at reading people when he bothers to pay attention to them. Maybe that should have been enough reason for him to give pause to his dislike of the Harrington boy, instead of needing to overhear the boy crying about how he thinks there's something rotten deep within him that only Wayne can sense.
He'd been so sure he knew what kind of person Steve Harrington was. Eddie had been hung up on boys just like him pert-near his whole life, Wayne thinks, and it's never ended differently.
It's a Tuesday night and his friends usually gather at the bar on Friday nights, but Wayne needs to get out of the trailer to think. A beer might help. So, he grabs his keys and heads out.
He's been a regular at this bar since before he was even old enough to drink. Used to come with his pa, may he rest in peace, just to get out of the house. He's been a patron longer than any of the staff have worked there, he realizes.
"Hello Linda," Wayne greets as he takes a seat at the bar instead of at his usual table. He'd done a cursory glace when he came in and confirmed none of his drinking buddies were in before choosing the bar.
"This isn't your usual day," Linda says, leaning a hip on the counter, "but it's always a pleasure to see you."
"I got some thinkin' to do," Wayne replies and Linda nods and moves away, returning soon with a bottle of his usual beer. She picks up the bottle open and removes the cap before setting the drink down in front of him.
"Need a sounding board, hun?" She asks.
Wayne does a quick survey of the bar again but it's pretty quiet so he returns his gave to Linda and says, "if you wouldn't mind too much hearin' about how an old man might have messed up."
Linda laughs. "You aren't even half a decade older than me, so you best not be sprouting that 'old man' nonsense around me, 'cause I am not some old lady."
"Terribly sorry, Linda. I'm just really feelin' like an old fool."
A small frown comes to Linda's face then. "Now what could you have possibly done?"
"Well, I guess I'm tryin' to figure out if I did mess up. Eddie's got a friend and I don't trust 'im. Thought I had good reason not to, but, well, I overheard somethin' I wasn't supposed ta and now I'm not sure."
Linda hums, "hmm, that doesn't sound like you, judging someone unrightly. You are usually a good read about people."
"I'll admit, I haven't bothered to spend enough time with the boy to, uhh, judge him."
"Wayne Munson," Linda scolds, "you best not be telling me you judged that boy because of other people."
Judging by Linda's raising brow line, he thinks his guilt must be clear on his face. "You know Eddie, and how people have treated him. And with what he just went through- I just want 'im safe. Sure, his new friend graduated last year, but he was on the basketball team his whole career. And I'm jus' supposed ta believe this one boy didn't side with the group who started the manhunt?"
"Unless you've got evidence otherwise, yes," Linda says, brows furrowed.
Wayne sighs. "I ain't got proof. I got a lot of people sayin' he's good, actually. But it's the Harrington boy. The same boy Eddie would come home and complain 'bout. Harrington, Hagan, Hargrove, though I shouldn't speak ill of the dead. All them boys treatin' Eddie like he wasn't worth nothin' until they wanted somethin' form him."
Linda's mouth is almost a perfectly straight line with how much she's pursed her lips the more he talks, but she doesn't interrupt and no customer calls for her, so he continues.
"And you know what Richard Harrington was like. I know y'all only shared one school year together, but Janice wasn't any better, and she was your year, wasn't she?" Linda gives him one nod in response. "That boy's a product of them. I- You can't fault me for thinkin' differently."
"So, when do you expect Eddie to end up in prison?"
The question throws Wayne and fills him with anger at the same time. "Now, Linda, I ain't likin' what you are implyin'."
"I ain't implyin' nothing," she says, using the same tone with him that he did with her. "I'm applying your logic. Eddie's a product of his parents, ain't he? Al's in prison, and his mama's long gone, bless her soul. And since Eddie ain't sick, last I heard, he must be following after his daddy."
The anger leaves him then, and all he's left with is shame. "Point made. And if I'm bein' fully honest with ya, I don't even need ya to defend that boy. That thing I overheard. That what's eatin' at me. He called me good people."
Linda softens, shoulders dropping, "you are good people, hun."
"That boy told my Eddie that I'm 'good people', and that his parents are bad ones, and I. I don't know what to do about that."
"He thinks his own parents are bad?"
Wayne nods, "is what he said. Thinks I can somehow sense he's also rotten just by association."
"There's nothing to it, then," Linda says, like they've already talked out the tangled mess that is Wayne's thoughts on Steve Harrington and have reached a conclusion. Well, perhaps Linda already has. She's always been bright, and she's usually right. "You, Wayne Robert Munson, need to apologize to that boy. The guilt and shame's gonna put you into your cups otherwise."
Wayne nods slowly, though he isn't even sure if he agrees or is just acknowledging what she said before he takes a long pull from his bottle before lowering both his arms to rest on the counter as he replies, "You're right as usual, Linda my dear. I just gotta let go of the fact he's Richard Harrington's son and try and see just Steve."
"Damn right. Eddie might be Al's by birth, but you raised him and he turned out alright. Maybe Steve got the same treatment. Had his own Wayne around to raise him right."
There might be a bit of truth to that. He's heard enough talk about Steve Harrington over the years to think that. One of his drinking buddies used to be Jim Hopper. He's heard about the amount of parties he'd had to go shut down at the Harrington's house, with no parents to be seen. (Always Jim's biggest gripe back then. "Where's this kids goddamn parents!?) Wayne always assumed their kid just took advantage every time his parents were gone, but maybe it's the opposite. Maybe they were always gone, and Steve had parties to not be alone in his house.
Linda's right. There is nothing to it. He needs to talk to Steve, properly apologize, and go from there.
"It ain't an easy thing, admittin' you might be wrong," Wayne sighs.
Linda reaches across the counter and places a hand on Wayne's arm just below his wrist. Wayne looks up from where he'd ended up staring at his bottle, making eye contact with her. "If your boy is friends with this boy, it's for a reason. Just give him a chance. You are one of the good ones, but even we can have a lapse in judgment now and then. Doesn't make you bad, makes you human."
"Ain't no one perfect but the good Lord," Wayne says and Linda nods in agreement.
"Alright. I'll leave you to your beer and your thoughts for now, but you best keep me updated on your situation. I wanna know how it goes," Linda retracts her hand and heads down the counter to check on the few other people sitting about nursing drinks.
Wayne sits in his thoughts more than he drinks, so by the time he's done with the beer it's warm but that's fine. He will talk to the Harrington kid, but he wants to talk to Eddie first. He owes his nephew that much, and he does recall Eddie saying something to the effect of 'he'll come around' to Steve, and Wayne wants to tell Eddie he'll try.
Also he doesn't want to just corner the boy after he's been somewhat intimidating intentionally. He's going to get Eddie to ask if Steve'll talk to him.
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True to his word, Eddie returns home late the next day. The clock says it's almost 6 when Eddie finally comes through the front door. If he's surprised to see Wayne awake, he doesn't show it. He does work the graveyard shift, and he's got a shift at 10 tonight, usually wakes up two hours before his shift. He'd wanted to make sure he caught Eddie, though, so he's been up since three.
"Eddie, you got a minute?" Wayne says.
"Sure. What's up?" Eddie says as he pulls off his jacket, depositing it on the nearest surface before plopping sideways on the couch so he's facing Wayne.
"I gotta come clean. I overheard some of what you and Steve were talkin' about," Wayne says, because he's a man of his word and he's always been good at doing the hard thing if it also turns out to be the right thing. He's got to be honest with Eddie, so he can be honest with himself. "Heard Harr- Steve talkin' 'bout how he thinks I'm a good person, and his parents aren't."
Eddie's quiet for a moment, blinking owlishly back at him while he thinks. "Oh. Umm. Sorry. I just- I think this is the first time I've heard you say Steve's name."
"Not the part I thought you'd focus on," Wayne huffs a laugh, "but I owe your boy an apology and I was hopin' you could help me make it happen."
"My boy- what is happening," Eddie drops his voice to whisper the question to himself.
"What's happening is I'm doin' the thing I always told you ta do. Taking accountability and fixin' my mistake."
"Oh. Oh!" Eddie narrows his eyes at Wayne, "you've made an ass out of me. All those times I assured Steve you were just being standoffish and you were- what were you doing?"
"Intentionally keepin' the boy at a distance 'cause I thought he was gonna hurt you. I sure as hell ain't been friendly. I been judging him because I knew his parents, thinkin' about how an apple don't fall far from the tree," Wayne stops, giving pause to see if Eddie will speak but he isn't. He's just staring at Wayne like he's a puzzle. "It was brought to my attention that it's mighty unfair to judge someone 'cause of how their parents act."
Eddie's brow furrows and his lips purse. It makes him think of Linda. She'd made the exact same face. "I- Jesus fuck this is weird, but I. I think I'm mad at you. Disappointed."
Eddie doesn't say it with an angry tone, and his face still looks more puzzled than mad, but the sentence feels like a kick to the chest anyway. Eddie and he have never been mad at each other, not in the eight years Eddie's lived here with him. They've been worried and scared for each other that, or mad at someone or something else that they take out on each other, but never mad at each other.
"You've every right to be."
Eddie stands from the couch, paces down the hallway, and Wayne thinks this might be the end of any conversation tonight, but instead Eddie comes storming back up the hall. "So, what, did you take me in expecting me to be my dad!?"
"No. He mighta contributed to your birth, but we both know that man ain't nurtured you a day in his life."
"Yeah, well, Steve's parents didn't raise him either, so all this has been bullshit! You made Steve think he's, he's broken and a bad person! And," Eddie's eyes are wet and he's angry but also about to cry. Wayne hasn't seen him like this in a long time. Not since the day they learned Al was in prison, fifteen years with a chance for parole if he's on his best behavior. Eddie had been so angry, and sad, and hurt by the news. Eddie's like that now, worked up so much he's repeating himself as he hiccups his words out around the lump in this throat, "And, and you made me help him feel that way! Because I didn't take him serious when he said, said you didn't like him! I thought you were being, being a dad, all fake gruff to intimidate the guy I like but it's- you were- FUCK!"
Wayne lets him yell. He deserves it, and Eddie needs it. Eddie's not saying anything untrue. He takes in what Eddie is yelling at him; Steve's parents didn't raise him, and how Wayne's cold shoulder must have added to whatever else Steve has going on in his life.
"I, I h-held him while he b-bawled into my shirt last night! He, he thinks- and you, you didn't even trust me! T-trust my own j-judgment of, of Steve! I, I need- I can't-" Eddie doesn't finish the sentence. He turns on his heel and storms back down the hall, the slamming of his door finalizing this conversation.
To say that Wayne feels terrible is inadequate. He's hurt his boy, and he's hurt his boy's boy, and he's got no one to blame but himself.
Now he's got two apologies to make.
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a little present for my absence🤷‍♀️.
soundgasm links!!
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Jealousy. (Part 5).
The Sleepover.
Library. (Part 3).
Thanksgiving. (Part 10).
Sneaking into your High-school Friend's Room
Your Boyfriends Father Helps You out during NNN.
A Christmas Dinner.
Are you feeling like a Good Girl again?
Fuck me? How about Fuck You. (Part 1).
Fuck me? How about I Fuck You Again. (Part 2).
some of these are from a series that i didnt add all the links to. but, these are my favorite ones from the series (it's called "The Boy Next Door" I think lol). oh and sorry if i messed up which part they are, i did it from memory. all the links are m4f and have different kinks and shit like that.
Here's (them in order as listed above): what I thought about them.
I enjoyed this one, I feel as though this entire series sounds a lot like Tate Langdon (ahs). This guy is known for sounding like Evan which he very much so does.
Again this guy sounds like Evan, which is.. hot. I can't really remember much from this one but I remember really liking it which is why I copied the link lol.
This one probably makes more sense if you listen to part 1 which is when you and (Tate) met at the church and he masturbated you in the back. Also I forgot what part 2 even was so sorry.
I like this one. But, if you like this one and part 5 I wouldn't recommend listening to the one called anger which I believe is after part 10.
This one was okay. If you're into that kinda like masturbating in front of someone else kinda thing this is what you'd wanna listen to. Oh, and this was def Steve Harrington (st).
This one, too, was okay. I didn't hate it. If you like dilfs, or cheating, or both, then this one's for you.
I really like the story part. The very beginning where he's telling a story is so sexy.. but the kinks and subby stuff wasn't my style. This gave Billy Hargrove (st) btw.
Again, I don't remember much of this one but if I copied the kink then I probably enjoyed it. I think this one possibly sounded like Steve? But I'd have to listen again.
Don't think this one gave me an idea of a person, but his voice is attractive. He kinda has an accent that's hidden in certain words but you can hear it.
I love this one. Part 2 > Part 1, if im being honest. I like how he redeemed himself for being such an asshole and how he realized that you're actually worth his time. Loved this one.
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luveline · 1 year
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hi hi!! how are you? can i request a steve x reader where reader has been working a lot and is really sleepy and just wants to cuddle with steve and steve’s trying to cook dinner or something but ends up just giving up cause he can’t say no to u?? thanks honey <33
hi baby im great thanks so much for your request! ♡ fem!reader
"I miss you," you say softly.
It's your softness that gives Steve pause where he's standing in front of the grill, an oven mitt already in hand.
"Why'd you miss me? I'm right here," he says with a wide smile, hoping to infect your tired mood with a great boost of happiness.
You smile at him for a second and then lean against the doorway. You're all sweetness like a gaussian blur of a girl tonight. Messy hair, your untucked and rumpled shirt pulled out of your skirt, one crew sock up and one fallen down. There's a downturn to your eyes. You blink slowly and often.
He turns from you reluctantly and pulls the garlic bread out from under the grill.
Steve misses the pad of your foot fall and flinches involuntarily at your hands wrapping around his front. He feels awful as soon as he does — you've never once given him a reason to flinch.
You don't take any offense. You lay your cheek against his shoulder and he covers your hands placatingly.
"Gotta finish dinner, pretty girl," he murmurs.
You nuzzle into him, your cheek sliding back and forth. He looks down at your hands, smaller in his, prettier. There's a very minute trembling to them that betrays your fatigue.
"Alright, off. I gotta get the pasta bake out before the cheese burns."
You sigh into him and make no effort to move away.
"Y/N," he says, spreading your curled fingers open with his thumbs, "come on." Sweetheart, he wants to call you. But that might be a bit much.
"'Nother minute, please."
The oven hums in front of you both. Steve closes his eyes and focuses on the feeling of your abdomen pressed to his back, how your chest rises and falls. Muffled by his shoulder, you hum happily and cross your hands over his stomach. He feels every millimetre of movement. He can't wait to feel the same thing tonight, you hands warm and clinging to his bare chest as you always do in sleep.
"Gotta get the pasta out," he reminds you.
"Just... turn the oven off."
Your mumbling is almost unintelligible. Steve does as you ask. The residual heat will probably crisp it up but he thinks it might be worth it. He has good teeth, he can stand the extra chewing.
"If you're gonna hug me, do it right," he says.
You exhale what he thinks is a laugh and separate from gim just enough to let him turn. He pushes his head over yours and hugs the tops of your shoulders tightly, nose pushed indulgently into your hair.
"Been working hard," he murmurs, a curious undertone to his voice.
"Too much. Makes me... Makes me miss you."
"Aw," he says, chest genuinely aching with how much he adores you.
It's a golden feeling, to know he's loved how he is. Like there's sunlight in your hands, a blossoming warmth in every place that you touch. They move down to toy with the hem of his shirt and a stripe of your palm kisses the smallest slice of his back. He can't believe he'd tries so hard to get you to let go.
"It makes me miss you more," he promises, hushed.
He's glad you can't see his face, as he suspects a pink blush has taken both cheeks.
"No way."
A startled laugh. "No?"
"No. I miss you like a fish," you start, sloven and sluggish.
Steve waits for you to finish but you don't. "Like a fish?"
"Misses water."
It's absurd and romantic. Absurdly romantic. He takes your face into both hands to hold you still while he dots what feels like a hundred dainty kisses over your face. Your eyelashes twitch and your small smile grows. He doesn't stop until you're totally blissed.
"Love you," he says, encouraging your face back a little more until you open your eyes, "but I really gotta get the pasta out."
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poppy-metal · 2 years
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Y’all got me thinking about listening to Eddie’s heart beat while I’m in sub space after getting my brains fucked out and let me tell you I’m fucking yearning
In that one post with Eddie teaching Steve how to take care of you after fuckin the part where he was like “she like listening to your heart beat” FUCKING HELLO
you mumble, "your hearts racin' eds..." sleepily into his sweat slick chest, coming down from the hight of just being fucked dumb. your head is propped on one of his pecs, right over his tattoo, and you can hear the rapid-fire thump thump thump of his heart under you.
you hear him snort, the motion making your head bob on him and he twirls a strand of your hair around one of his fingers. "s'cause im in love with you, dummy."
you don't know why this makes tears prick your eyes. maybe its because you're still in that floaty place he takes your head to sometimes when he fucks you. everything just feels so surreal and overwhelming. the fact that eddie munson is in love with you, that having sex with you makes his heart race, makes you suddenly, very, very emotional.
"oh." you say, softly. sniffle a little. "i love you too."
"shit, I'd hope so with the way you just let me fuck you." he brushes a knuckle down your cheek. pauses when he feels the warmth of your tears and presses his knuckle under your chin to raise your head so he can look down at you.
"hey." he soothes. "what're these for, huh?"
he's so warm and comforting. you dip your chin back down so your cheek is laying flat on his chest again. his heartbeat thumbing like a hummingbirds wings. "good tears." you reassure him before he worries too much. "m'just happy to have you, eddie. you make me feel....cherished."
you aren't present enough to articulate masterfully crafted sonnets about your feelings. its simple but its real and true. even with his cum running down your thighs and his hickeys marring your skin. everything you feel for him is soft.
he soothes a hand over your head. "i adore you." he says, without an ounce of teasing. "more than i ever thought i could. you deserve every good thing i can give you-" he drops a kiss to your temple. "-gonna work my ass off to make this all worth your while."
you flutter your lashes drowsily. "just keep making me cum like you did before."
now his tone is teasing. "oh, i plan on it."
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darlingsfandom · 6 months
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Steve in a Micheal myers mask trying to calm you down in a patronizing way because he scared you but it turned you on..
Im on it !! I love it! Your brain came up with something amazing my friend!
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You just finished drying the dishes and tossed the dirty towel into the little basket in the corner of the room so you could run down the basket later for laundry. You gave the kitchen a once over before grabbing the basket and placed it on your hip as you carried it down into the basement.
Once in the basement , you swapped the laundry and started loading in the dirty basket but something wasn't sitting right with you. At first you shrugged it off and went one with putting in the soap. You reached down and pulled down the shorts you had on to toss them in leaving you in just your red panties and old tank top. As you tossed the shorts in the feeling came back, your heart started racing as you stood up straight and slowly turned around .
"JESUS!" You screamed out as you seen someone standing in the door way with a large knife and Michael Myers mask. You grabbed your chest and caught your breath as you recognized the laugh from behind the mask. "STEVE!" You swatted at his arm as he lifted up the mask. He was in tears from laughter but that quickly changed as he noticed you. Your nipples were hard and poking through the tank top and you had on his favorite red panties. He walked up to you and wrapped his arms around you.
"Aww my poor baby, you look so scared." His voice was condescending as he rubbed your back softly. "So scared aren't you?" He kissed your head before he looked down at you. Your eyes showed some fear but a bit of lust mixed in. "I don't think you're as scared as you appear to be." Steve reached between your bodies and pinched your already hard nipples making a moan leave your lips. He set the knife down on the shelf holding the soap before he put you ontop of the already shaking dryer. Your hips sat right on the edge of the machine as he trailed his fingers over the wet spot on your panties . "See, you're wet baby. I don't think you were just scared, I think you want me to fuck you too." You nodded shyly before Steve grabbed your face and kissed you hard. The kiss quickly turned into a make out session as Steve placed his hand down between your legs and rubbed your cloth covered clit with his fingers. Each second that passed he could feel the spot getting damper and damper as you moaned out his name.
"Steve please, please please please! Need you to fuck me in that stupid jumpsuit." You begged and how could Steve say no to you? Steve stood up, unzipped the jumpsuit and pulled out his aching cock.
"Steve! I swear your cock gets bigger every time I see it." You smiled at him. Steve chuckled a little bit before he yanked you down onto his fat cock making you cry out a perfect O! "Fuck steve!" Your nails dug into his shoulders as he slowly thrusted into you while keeping your hips on the edge of the shaking dryer. He grunted with each thrust.
"Shit baby, tightest fucking pussy ever! Every time I fuck you, always so wet and tight." He grunted into your ear while his hands reached up and ripped open your tank top exposing your bouncing tits to him. He was an animal. Steve latched his lips around one nipple while pinching the other one. Your handles tangled into his hair and yanked it hard as his thrusts picked up in speed.
"Oooh steve!" Your toes curled while he switched from one nipple to the other. "Feels so good!"
"I know it does baby! Fucking squeezing my cock for all that it's worth." He gave each of your boobs a soft kiss before slapping them hard making a sharp sting appear.
"Steve please , I can't ' I can't hold it !" Your eyes closed hard as you felt the heath growing between your legs.
"Come on baby, cum on my cock, give me your fucking cum baby! Make me happy! Fucking cum on my .. OH FUCK!" Steve's own orgasm hit him hard as your orgasm washed over you. You creamed on his cock as his cum filled you to the brim.
Both of you laid there panting heavily. Steve had his arms around you as your hand trickled through his sweaty hair. "I guess the laundry isn't the only load you're doing tonight." Both of you laughed as Steve straightened you up and kissed the top of your head sweetly.
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aomaoe · 14 days
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I'm absolutely obsessed with your art style. Can I ask how you draw proportions and likeness so well?
oh ym god i'm insane in the most positive way huh!?!?! 😭😭😭 this is literally SO sweet, i have no idea how to like..!?!? react?!
I'm so glad you like it!! 🥺 so with proportions and likeness.. honestly I'm not sure. I can't mentally visualize things, so my sketching process is a lot of repetitive scribbling until I get it to look right. In the past I've done figure sketching, adn i would 100% recommend! It helps give you an idea of shape and movement with the body.
I recommend Line of Action! They have timed courses, including a class course that i think goes through them all.
To add to the above, I like to consider weight and gravity a lot. Everyone has a center of gravity, so imagining their feet on the ground in whichever pose you have them in helps a LOT with making it feel more natural.
For getting likeness.. I'm not sure at all beyond trying to translate an actors/persons facial structure into my style. That is also a lot of trial and error, really, and first passes don't always look right.
A good example is my first Steve from ST drawing, going back.. my original sketch looks NOTHING like him. But as i rendered, I applied more of his facial structure. From his eye shape, to his nose, his mouth, his jaw, etc. Applying this technique every time i drew him just make it closer and closer, but I also wasn't trying to draw realistic. I kept it within the confines of my style.
These are a lot of words for me to just say I wing it.. but, at least it gives SOME insight.. LOL
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That first drawing was actually done in a bout of art block, and it helped me BEAT my art block in the end. I struggled a lot, but sometimes the destination is worth the frustration of creating :]
tdlr, use references!! practice!! consider real life!!! idk what else. LOL just have fun!!! ive been drawing for a long time now, so sometimes these things just take time but when you actually practice.. it helps TONS... (i really need to do figure studies again— maybe a master study or two— im so bad at colouringfDSKFLDS)
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tuff-ponyboy · 7 months
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Jally hcs
i thought of jally first meeting hcs and im dying at the thought!!!
- so one headcanon has always been that soda became friends with everyone first before they met the rest of the gang. and another one is that dallas moved to tulsa when he was 14/15
- soda and dallas met on dal’s first day of school and soda was in the principal’s office bc he was goofing off in class. so they met there and then dal started hanging around but he hadn’t yet met johnny!
- one day pony and johnny are hanging out and pony is going on and on about soda’s new friend who is “even worse than steve” lmao and johnny’s kinda scared bc the description ponyboy gives is matching the rumors he has been hearing around town! but he's like “pony, we’ll be fine if we stay on his good side”
- then it's friday night and soda has invited the whole gang over, and they plan to just bum around town. soda says that he invited dallas too so he might show up. johnny and pony look at each other but they're like “this dude isn't dumb enough to jump us in front of the others, we good”
- they go out bumming around for HOURS and soon it's pony and soda’s curfew! so they leave along with steve. johnny and two-bit start cracking jokes about dal not showing up. two’s like “i should’ve known a kid like that is too good to be true” and johnny's like lol
- then they turn around and there he is! it's an image that johnny will never forget bc he has never seen someone with such white hair that it glows in the dark. dallas also will never forget when he first saw johnny – it felt like seeing a ghost
- johnny REALLY reminds dallas of his friends back home. johnny didn't really hold himself like the thugs from nyc that dal knew, but the dark hair and skin is so reminiscent of the guys he used to hang around!
- but neither of them can have a moment bc two-bit goes “bamm-bamm rubble must be your brother!” and dal’s like ? you think i have a tv? he looks immediately at johnny, waiting for him to say something. johnny does not 💔
- “so are you the mystery man we’ve been hearin’ about?” two bit asks and dal’s like hell yeah I am 😎 so two goes “that’s a hellava name you got, don't you think, johnny?” so johnny's like “yeah, it's tuff”
- so then they start talking about soda and dal’s like “i didn't stand him up, man! my night starts at midnight. I ain't got no curfew” and johnnys like my parents don't care about my safety so i also do not have a curfew. two’s like “my mom’ll kill me. but it'll be worth it.”
- so the 3 of them hang out until people are like “two-bit your mom is yellin’ up and down the block for you!!!!” so he takes off and leaves johnny and dal. two was doing most of the talking, so a silence falls between the 2 of them. but then dal’s like “what are you, a church mouse?” and johnny’s like 🤭 if you want me to be!
- johnny asks about nyc and what it was like and dal gives him all the brutal details. johnny is kinda shocked bc the gangs in tulsa aren't like the gangs in nyc AT ALL but basically the first time they met they immediately bonded and it was nice and sweet <3
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im craving some steve/bucky/reader!
will you ever add to Worth The Wait? pleeese??🌷or maybe write a mfm fic that's set in the mcu? I'm dying for a good stucky/reader endgame fix it, and you write the best m/f sex scenes! 😳
Hi! I will add to Worth the Wait, one day. I have a lot of rotating projects and I'll admit that one isn't at the top of the list.
And I was brainstorming some kind of Endgame fix-it fic idea with an ofc/reader x Stucky pairing, and here's what I came up with:
I wanted to write a fic with more canon elements of the MCU (as I realized that I write very few canon-set fics and almost exclusively AUs). I wanted to write an ofc/reader with a super unique backstory, and hoo-boy, did I ever! I took a lot of inspiration from the galaxy as depicted in the Guardians of the Galaxy movies. This fic will be posted as a one-shot fic, whenever I get around to writing it.
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A Stucky x Reader fic, set in the MCU during and after the events of Endgame:
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Reader is from another planet - yes, literally.
You're a refugee from a planet that didn't want you (The Sovereign--Aka "the gold people" from Guardians 2.)
Long story short, those people disdain sexual (aka uncontrolled) reproduction. Your Mother was banished for becoming naturally pregnant by an inferior genetic (a Xandarian)
You have mixed genes: slightly gold skin from your Sovereign genes, and blue eyes and brown hair from your Xandarian father. (And since the Sovereign control reproduction strictly, there are no other mixed race Sovereign people like you in existance)
You narrowly escape Thanos' destruction of Xandar, and wind up hitching a ride, post-blip, with Nebula and rocket on the Milano. They take you to Terra to meet their friends after completing one of their post-blip scouting missions.
There you meet Steve, a Terran, and the two of you become friends. He suggests that you consider staying, as you have no real homeworld. You accept.
Eventually, you develop romantic feelings for each other. You decide to be brave and you walk up to him one day, asking if he wants to mate.
"Uh ... do you mean date?" he stutters. Then when you repeat yourself, the two of you proceed to have a long conversation about male-female relationships in Terran culture.
There's a lot to learn about the differences between Terrans and your own kind. For instance: Terrans don't have genders! ("gender" means something completely different on Terra).
Steve has to learn all about what it means for him, as the boyfriend of an omega-gendered woman. (update: he's a fast learner😉)
Steve loves that you're omega. Your nesting and scenting and purring instincts always make him smile. He loves how submissive and touch-focused you are with him, that he can make you melt into a puddle just by gripping your neck.
And he loves your heats. He's fascinated by the way your body changes and the way you start behaving. You can tell it turns him on, to see you getting needy and aroused, and he is very good at helping you through your heat.
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He doesn't have a knot, but aside from that part of anatomy, his genitals are a very pleasing size compared to the Xandarian males you've been with in the past. Plus: he has the serum, so he's able to keep pace with the demands of your heat!
When you were at the peak of your heat that first time, half-delirious and begging for a knot, Steve got creative and tried the only thing he could think of: his hand! (fun fact: it's bigger than a knot😉). You now joke that you're a "size queen" in every sense of the word
Your romance with Steve is going well, when Steve and the others figure out a way to potentially reverse the blip: time travel.
You're conflicted, because it's all very dangerous and you're scared of losing Steve and the family and home you've found on Terra. But you know they have to try.
It works. And after the final battle, after you've been scraped out of the wreckage and laid Tony Stark to rest, you finally get to meet the man you've heard so much about: Bucky Barnes.
You can see the change in Steve, with his best friend back. He's happier, lighter, his full self in a way he wasn't before.
Over the course of a few months, you become close friends with Bucky as well. You and Steve don't even have to have a discussion about where Bucky will be staying: It's with you.
The three of you decide to go to Wakanda for a time. You're excited because you hear that the African Terrans' culture is very different from the Terrans in New York.
In Wakanda, you grow even closer with Bucky, and you decide to bring up the idea of partnering with Bucky at dinner one night.
Bucky just about spits his mouthful of wine across the table.
Apparently, three-way relationships are not the norm in Terran culture. Bucky and Steve get very pink in the cheeks at first about it (something you've learned means they are aroused, embarrassed, or both).
Steve splutters and stumbles a lot, but once Bucky shrugs and suggests that the three of you spend a night in bed together, Steve gets very quiet and won't stop looking at Bucky for a long time. (You grin, because you think he looks at Bucky like he want to mate him😉)
Later, after the three of you spend your first (amazing) night together, Bucky privately explains to you that he and Steve have never been intimate before, and that back in "their time" two males weren't allowed to be together like that.
You're astounded by these things about Terran culture and history that you're constantly learning, but you have two very good teachers in your mates boyfriends Bucky and Steve.
Terrans can't bond, but they do hold ceremonies to commit to life partners. So, after a year of living in Wakanda together, you, Steve and Bucky decide to have a "wedding." You are mated married on the palace's grand terrace, under the Wakandan sunset.
That night, you consummate the marriage, and that's the first time that you take both Bucky and Steve inside of your body at the same time. (spoiler: it's amazing😉)
You've already told them about bonding. They don't have glands in their neck like you do, but they've agreed to honor your traditions as well, and they both bite you that night.
You thought it would be purely symbolic, since they're both Terran, but it turns out that Terrans do have pheromones to some degree, and so shockingly, you can feel a euphoric rush when it happens.
You experience that intense closeness and intimacy of a bond with them, and even though it's not the same for them, over time, both Bucky and Steve confide that they feel a change as well.
Maybe it's a bond, and maybe it isn't. Who knows? Who cares? It's love, of that much you're certain. And that's all you need to know.
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Yeah, so. This'll get written somewhere down the line. Hope it wasn't too far out there for ya 😆
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marvins-linguinie · 1 year
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how i remember that one steddie scene in the upside down:
eddie: wheeler, you don't want to lose her. i don't know what you did man, but you need to get her back. she's worth it.
steve, staring at eddie's lips:
eddie: are you listening?
steve: yeah, and i've decided that I'm good on that.
eddie: what?
steve: she had her chance, and i think we're better off as friends.
eddie: oh ok
steve: *clears throat*
eddie:
steve: *clears throat even louder*
eddie: we're in another dimension, so i don't think they sell cough drops
steve: IDIOT.
eddie: ouch
steve: DO YOU NOT GET THE HINTS? AT ALL?
eddie: what hints?
steve: i give up. this is impossible. you are impossible.
eddie: huh
steve:
eddie: OHHHH. when you said you weren't in love with nancy? that surprised me, dude.
steve: im not.
eddie: well i see you staring with heart eyes at someone all the time, so you have to be in love with someone.
steve: don't think too hard about that.
eddie: ...OH MY GOD-
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bulkyphrase · 8 months
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Cap-IM Rec Week - Take A Chance on Me Sunday
Day 7 of @cap-ironman's rec week event!
Today's theme is stories with tropes/universes/etc. that you don't usually like, but that you read anyway and ended up loving.
In Trouble Deep by FestiveFerret, SirSapling (@sirsapling) (Ults | Teen And Up Audiences | No Archive Warnings Apply | 67,956 words)
I usually don't read: kidfic But: this fic is sweet and soft without being cloying
Summary: "Whoever did this has a reason, and Stark needs to be with someone who can protect him. He won’t exactly be able to protect himself like this.” Fury looked at the baby consideringly. “No, it’s you, Steve. Besides, he likes you. Suck it up, soldier, you’re stuck with him.”
The rest below the cut!
DRAFT: What Needs by MusicalLuna (@musicalluna) (MCU | Mature | No Archive Warnings Apply | 12,571 words)
I usually don't read: irondad But: this fic promised (and delivered) terrible things happening to Steve, with Tony and the team taking care of him after. A WIP last updated four years ago, but well worth reading anyway.
Summary: “Dad, can you—can you come home? I’m fine,” Peter insists, though Tony can clearly hear he’s not. “I just—I think dad needs you. He came back this afternoon and he's—he’s moving like he’s hurt.” Then Peter hesitates, and, in a near-whisper, says, “I think—I think I heard him crying in the bathroom just now, Dad. Please? Please, can you come home? You know I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t a big deal.”
Celestial Navigation by sabrecmc (@sabrecmc) (MCU | Explicit | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | 210,994 words)
I usually don't read: omega Tony/alpha Steve, younger Tony/older Steve, deeply regressive a/b/o societies, villainous (MCU) Howard, wordcounts over 200,000 But: the writing and the characterization in this fic are just *chef's kiss* absolute perfection
Summary: 18 year old Omega!Tony finds himself Bonded to Captain Steve Rogers. He isn't happy about it until he is.
The Devil in Us All by Sineala (@sineala) (616 | Explicit | No Archive Warnings Apply | 121,753 words)
I usually don't read: dom Steve But: Sineala writes dom Steve as so caring and kind, plus I am always a sucker for misunderstandings followed by revelatory conversations
Summary: The year is 1982, and Steve Rogers, Captain America and working commercial artist, is living in Brooklyn and trying to make it on his own. So when a bank error leaves him unable to make rent, he does what anyone else would do in this situation: he accidentally gets a job drawing erotic illustrations for a gay bondage porn magazine. It turns out that pornography's not a bad way to make a living. The money's decent, the work is unexpectedly fulfilling, and if many of the men Steve draws bear a certain resemblance to Tony Stark, so what? No one's going to know Steve's in love with Tony. It's not like Tony's ever going to see it. What are the odds that Tony buys gay bondage porn magazines? Tony, meanwhile, is newly sober in the wake of the death of the Carnelian ambassador, and life's been rough for him lately. He's recently single, he's desperately lonely, and he's pining after a tragically-straight teammate he can't have. At least he can show himself a good time. But what he'd really like to know is why the guy painted on the cover of this adult magazine looks so familiar.
Compromise by valtyr (616 | Teen And Up Audiences | No Archive Warnings Apply | 563 words)
I usually don't read: scat But: this is really a very sweet story! (with no actual scat depicted)
Summary: Written for Avengers Kink, prompt: "Steve is kinkier than tony expected because he's really into scat, and tony isn't."
The Facility by WilmaKins (@wilmakins) (MCU | Explicit | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | 155,769 words)
I usually don't read: post-CA:CW in general, and especially if it leans Team Iron Man But: this fic has amazing emotional work between Steve and Tony, is very fair and even-handed with both sides, and has a fun mystery plot and some very hot sex scenes
Summary: After coming so close to losing against Thanos, the Avengers have decided to set aside their differences and work as a team again. Well, they're trying... But there are a lot of hurts that haven't gone away, and a lot of things still unsaid, and a lot of tension... And that was BEFORE Tony accidentally ended up on an undercover mission with Steve as his fake boyfriend - at what turns out to be an alien sex club. Canon Divergent post IW AU - Tags to be updated as updates are written... but I think you probably get the gist.
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carsonian · 8 months
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Cap-IM Rec Week: Fluffy Friday
@cap-ironman, it's Friday! Coincidentally, I'm in love. 🤔
"met my destiny (in quite a similar way" by ishipallthings (@ishipallthings)
“I’m in love with you.” The spatula in Tony’s hand clatters to the floor with an audible thwack. (In which Tony is incredulous, Steve is determined, and absolutely no pancakes are made for breakfast.)
There's been a longstanding campaign by well-known and less-well-known dentists to delete this fic from the interwebs because of its devastating effect on readers' dental health. 'Nuff said.
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"Rushing Headlong in the Wrong (Right) Direction" by nostalgicatsea (@nostalgicatsea)
“Steve,” Jan said slowly, “what did you think you were bidding on?” He could feel the heat of his blush creeping down his face and neck, and considering its intensity, he knew he was as red as a fire hydrant. “Uh,” he said for the second time in minutes. Or: Steve bids on Tony thinking Tony's auctioning off a date and gets something very different instead.
Steve may be the only white man underwhelmed by a wheel of cheese. And to that we all say: respect!
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"The Way You Love Me" by Saber_Wing (@saber-wing)
Tony mustered up his best, ‘look at me, I’m so put together,’ voice, the one the press ate right up. And there was next to zero chance Steve was going to buy it, but that wouldn’t stop him from trying. “Don’t worry about me, sugar plum. I’ve got this.” Tony tried to open his eyes again, as if to prove a point even though no one could see him. And oh, oh no, that was a mistake. Frantically, he grasped for the wastebasket, dry heaving into it. Oh, he did not have this. He did not have this at all. Tony underestimates the severity of one of his migraines, and pays for it.
I really don't use this word lightly so it's after carefully considering every angle that I bring it up here. This fic is: scrump-dilly-icious. Again, I don't use that word lightly. But this fic is. Scrumpdillyicious!
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"My Favorite Things" by Captain_Panda
Tony Stark loves Christmas. Too bad he's dating Scrooge's more miserable cousin.
Captain_Panda, the writer you are. . .
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"very first words (of a lifelong love letter)" by picturecat (@snoozingcat)
Steve punched a triceratops and all he got was this lousy love confession. (He's pretty happy with it.)
I have no words because when I read this, my body had a magic-girl transformation into just. A pile of goo. So it goes. Hashtag worth it.
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There's a reason why The Cure said "It's Friday, I'm in love." Because-- now--here's the reason: it's Friday. We're in love.
Go forth: SteveTony lovers, fuckers, ambassadors, champions, perverts, freaks, losers, dreamers, legends! Read, re-read, kudo, comment, spread legs and spread love.
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anything comforting with dark!steve or eddie pls i'm so tired and i think i'm getting a cold LOL I WANT THEM TO TAKE CARE OF ME
oh no!! feel better baby!! (btw im sorry this wasnt dark! but you can imagine it however you like!)
CW: reader has a cold, fluff, mention of slight fever
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you and eddie are lying on his couch, your body on his as he rubs his hand comfortingly over your back.
"you tired, baby?" eddie asks, kissing your forehead. that's when he notices the warmer-than-normal skin. "oh, sweetheart, you feelin' funny?"
you nod against his shoulder, nuzzling your face into the fabric of his shirt, whining.
eddie clicks his tongue, cooing. "don't worry, princess. let's getcha into a bath, okay? make sure you're all cozy tonight, hm?"
"yeah, w-wanna get cozy, please," you whisper, and eddie wraps his arms around you, picking you up. he shushes you gently as you whine again at the disturbance, but quickly quiet down when he starts the bath.
he sets you down on the counter, kissing the tip of your nose as you hum, eyes closed and tired.
"dustin probably gave you that nasty cold, sweet thing...told him not to come to hellfire because my poor little baby gets sick easily, but nooo.."
he sort of says it to himself, but hearing you giggle makes him feel happy so it was worth it.
he peels off your t-shirt and shorts, unhooking your bra as you sigh at the feeling of not having any sort of restraint on you. he lays soft, delicate kisses on your collarbones--not sexual at all, just comforting.
"'s okay, baby. eddie'll getcha fixed up in no time."
and eddie did stay true to his statement.
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gloomysoup · 8 months
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anyway projecting on steve hours (don't look too far into it) ((no seriously don't look into it i swear i'm fine ahahaha))
anyway i made steve's mom the "bad guy" in this one bc it's a real thing that happens and i feel like fics always make his dad out to be the piece of shit. but im also projecting. take this as you will.
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Steve knew it was going to happen. He's known for years. It was only a matter of time.
There was this thing, when he was a kid. He was young. Truthfully, he barely remembers much of it. It was so long ago. But it was no less important.
His parents decided to separate. They needed time apart. He stayed at home with his mom. His dad moved out. Steve was still so young, and his parents were still so young. His dad went to stay with his parents about an hour away from Hawkins. All Steve really remembers from that time was spending a couple weekends with his dad and grandparents. It was strange. He never knew what to think of it back then. That's just how things were. It wasn't long before his dad was back in the house and his parents were acting like everything was normal.
But it wasn't. It never had been. It never would be.
For a long time, he pushed it out of his mind. It didn't matter. His parents were still together. They still pretended to be happy. That's the thing about moments like this, though. They're always going to come back and bite you in the ass. They never stay buried for long.
Steve knew about his mom's cheating for a long time. He just chose not to acknowledge it. Like maybe if he pretended it wasn't happening, his family would stay a family. Unfortunately, things don't work that way. Sometimes, it's better for parents to separate instead of put their children through something like this.
Subtle jabs. Comments about Steve's grandparents still getting his dad's mail. Jokes that aren't actually jokes.
Steve's absorbed them all. He soaks up everything like a sponge. He's bore witness to his mother's drunken confessionals more times than he'll ever admit. He's seen how closed-off his father gets.
And then he met him.
Well, not really. He saw the man leaving the house. Several times. His mother always lied when he asked about it, so he just stopped asking. He took note of the car in the driveway. The same one, every time. A Ford Mustang. He would hide away in his room, just watching the driveway until the man left. He didn't say a word. He never told anyone. He knew, but he couldn't be sure. Everyone knew. No one spoke of it. Until he had a cousin reach out. His aunt had, of course, drunkenly spilled a secret, falling from her lips like the bottle of red wine tipped over on their white rug at Christmas. A stain. Everything he knew was true. Of course it was. He had always known. How could he not?
Over time, everything snowballed. He learned more. Observed more. Witnessed more. He retained all of the information and tucked it away. His mother didn't know he knew. She was completely unaware of just how much Steve knew.
He knew the man's name. He worked with his mother. He had a wife. He drove a Mustang. This had been going on for years.
Steve knew that his father had talked to a lawyer, all those years ago during the separation. The lawyer had told him it would be expensive. With kids, difficult. Chances were, he would lose everything. Steve's mother would get all of it. It wasn't worth it. So he waited.
Years, he waited.
And then Steve turned eighteen. Without adding a custody battle, without having to worry about putting a kid in that mess, it happened. His father filed for divorce. He kicked her out of the house. Steve just stood to the side, watching.
He had always known this would happen. He had expected it. Anticipated it. He still wasn't prepared for the actual thing.
He had always known. Steve was observant. He had always known everything. No one ever realized how much he knew.
Steve was left drowning in all of this knowledge, too afraid to admit the truth. His entire life crumbled down around him. Steve suffered in silence.
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so i wrote this little thing in like half an hour. it is currently 4:30am. i work at noon and i have not yet been to sleep. my brain is plagued with thoughts. kinda weird that this is the first full thing i've written for tumblr. also, i did not proofread or edit in any way, so if you see mistakes, no you didn't. that is all.
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hello 🖤 out of curiosity what kind of stuff do you consider dark? because i want to write dark stuff for steddie but don’t want backlash. i wonder if what I consider dark is too much, but to know there was an audience for certain things would really help me to go for it. ( for example i love age gaps and want to do 30-40 year old Eddie with teen Steve: dad/babysitter, rockstar/groupie, motorcycle daddy/runaway, teacher/student [dare i say stepfather/stepson sksksk] etc. but have received crit for like, 2 year difference ) and i wonder if it’s the content itself or how it’s handled? because when people write age difference/incest without highlighting how creepy the older one feels it doesn’t *feel* dark if that makes sense. (your eddie is clearly aware of what he is so there’s dark energy to it) but maybe im wrong. i would genuinely love to hear your thoughts. 🖤🖤
hi there!! oh this is such an interesting question, thank you so much.
So what do I consider dark? It's difficult in a way because everyone has different thresholds and comfort levels when it comes to fic, I have a very high threshold and not many triggers. For me, dark fic that I'm interested in reading and writing includes dysfunctional, destructive relationships where there's obsession, jealousy, codependency and control at play, but where both people like it, and don't want to change or have a healthier dynamic or set firmer boundaries. Sometimes I like reading fic about relationships that are abusive and I enjoy reading and writing fic where there's dubious consent (or even non-con) and BDSM relationships where there isn't good etiquette and where there aren't standard things like safewords. Like I love when the sub belongs to the Dom and the Dom calls all the shots and says they know what their sub needs. It's not how relationships should be irl of course, but it's all fantasy.
I love age difference fics too! I would love to write a fic with teen Steve where Eddie's in his 30s, I think that would be so wrong and hot. Like I love all the things and dynamics you've mentioned in your ask! And I think it's such a shame that people feel too frightened to write dark fic a lot of the time, or that they've been made to feel gross and weird for wanting to explore dark and more complex dynamics. Or even just enjoy things without feeling judged for it. So I'm sorry that you want to write fics like this but feel like you can't because of potential backlash. And I wish I could advise more on what things could cause backlash and what won't, because in the past I've had so much hate and abuse for things I've written but in this fandom I've had hardly any abuse at all, so it's really hard to quantify.
I would say this, completely genuinely, that I think you should write whatever you want because you shouldn't have to censor yourself or repress what you want to write. I can guarantee there will always be an audience for it, and people who will be so excited to read darker fic and dynamics. It might be a smaller audience, but it'll be very enthusiastic, and that'll make it completely worth it. If you want to be cautious too, you could have an ao3 account that's separate to your main account to post dark fic, or you could moderate comments. And if you do get shitty people, ignore them and delete any abuse you get. I've found in the past that it's when I give people air and try to engage with them that they get worse. But when I completely ignore them, they get starved of oxygen and give up. And usually if people say anything, it's just a small group of nasty people too, it'll never be as many people as you fear it could be.
There's also the chance that no one will say anything mean and people will love your fics! And if you feel passionately about your ideas, you should go for it! I'm on the cusp of posting a fic that's pretty dark, where intoxicated Steve is being used by multiple men for sex at a party, and the fic I'm writing with Azriel is probably the darkest fic in this fandom, it explores so many uncomfortable topics and will be so dead dove. And because of that we except it to have a smaller readership than a lot of other fics, but we also know the small group of people who do read it will love it, and that makes it so worth it. Plus it's so freeing to finally write a dark fic without feeling like I have to restrain myself, so you should feel free to do it too.
So please, I hope this has helped and encouraged you, even a little. And if you do write any of these fic ideas, let me know because I'd love to read them!!! <3
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1989 tv review, vault track rankings, my ratings and overall thoughts:
Welcome to New York — okay i honestly can’t believe I hold myself off and started w this. always thought this was a great opener and HONESTLY sounds really close w the og. I LOVE the production, not my fav song on the album though lol, 8/10
Blank Space — THIS SOUNDS SO CRISP OH MY GOD. there's something different from the og BUT I LOVE IT. 9/10
Style — THIS ALSO SOUNDS SO CRISP TOO. god i love the maturity in her voice SO GODDAMN MUCH. always will be one of my favs on this album. YOU GOT THAT!! JAMES DEAN!! DAYDREAM!! LOOK IN YOUR EYE!! just perfect. 9/10
Out of the Woods — the intro is a bit disappointing but this is one of my fav songs on this album SO I WILL LET IT SLIDE!! "OH I REMEMBER" is scratched into my brain FOREVER. 9/10
All You Had To Do Was Stay — THIS ONE SURPRISED ME SO BAD. I KNOW THIS SONG IS UNDERRATED BUT MY GOD THIS ONE IS SO MUCH BETTER THAN OG 10/10.
Shake it Off — serotonin. just makes me so goddamnn happy, THE UPDATED LAUGH IS SOO CUTE I LUV HER. so much better than og, like i swear im a shake it off fan despite not caring that much before LMAO.
I Wish You Would — OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. I TAKE BACK EVERYTHING I WILL SAY ABOUT JACK ANTONOFF AND THE PRODUCTION AT THE END (sorry). THIS IS SO GOOD. STOLEN VERSION DOES NOT EXIST, THATS HOW GOOD IT IS. 9.5/10
Bad Blood — the intro to this SONG is so different. KINDA Neutral about it but the whole song sounds very different !!1 8/10
Wildest Dreams — honestly i skipped bc ive been listening to this one for months anyway IM SORRY. but still 10/10 ofc !!!
How You Get The Girl — ALWAYS ONE OF M Y FAV SONGS. POP PERFECTION. just so FUCKING GOOD AND TV IS PERFECT. GOD TAYLOORRR ILY FOR THIS ONE. (also im thinking a steve fic for this? sorry i have to mesh my two hobbies together im insane) 10/10
This Love — also SKIPPED IM SORRYYY SUCH A GOOD SONG AND IVE BEEN LISTENING TO IT FOR MONTHS ALREADYY !!!
I Know Places — OH MY GOD SO PERFECT THIS IS MY TOP 3 ON 1989 AND... IM IN AWE... the GROWL (lmao) in and we run is PERFECTTT. god so good 10/10
Clean — 10/10. no words. im actually kind of sobbing. just makes me SO sad but relax. such a bittersweet song and i still think about the secret message for this song. "She lost him but she found herself and somehow that was everything." forever engraved in my BRAIN.
Wonderland — WONDERLAND TV AFTER CLEAN HITS SO WELL ALSO ONE OF MY FAAVOOORIES. "didn't you flash your GREEN eyes at me?" GEEEENNIUUUS! the OOOHHH hit so well. guys i just... so good. 10/10
You Are In Love — guys HOENSTLY SO GOOD. but im gonna keep this one short even tho this is also one of my favs img etting so impatient for vault tracks. 10/10 masterpiece im not kidding.
New Romantics — BABY WE'RE THE NEW ROMANTICS. COME ON, COME ALONG WITH MEEE. HEARTBREAK IS THE NATIONAL ANTHEM, WE SING IT PROUDLYYY. another pop perfection. the production sounds so good in these deluxe songs omfg. 10/10 GUYS IM SO IMPATIEN T BYE IM GONNA LISTEN TO SLUT! OH MYG DO
Slut! — "if they call me a slut you know it might be worth it for once" OH MY GDO??? I THOUGHT THIS WAS GONNA BE ABOUT SLUT-SHAMING BUT BLONDIE JUST WENT THERE AND MADE IT A LOVE SONG LMAOO I LOVE HER 9/10
Say Don't Go — im sobbing, ugly crying. and screaming. say "don't go", i would stay forever if you say, "don't go" OH MY GOD IM IN TEARS 10/10
Now That We Don't Talk — "I cannot bе your friend, so I pay the price of what I lost. And what it cost, now that we don't talk" OH MY GOD??? even tho its so SHORT IT HITS SO GOOD HELP ME." And the only way back to my dignity Was to turn into a shrouded mystery" JUST FDUCKING CRAZYYY?? 9/10
Suburband Legends — OKAY THIS IS SO MIDNIGHTS CODED OMFG? the production sounds so mUCH like mastermind and i love that song. "And you kiss me in a way that's gonna screw me up forever" she just gets me!!! 9/10
Is It Over Now? — "Oh, Lord, I think about jumpin' Off of very tall somethings" OH MY FUCKING GOD???? shes so bella swan coded. IM CRYING SHES SO RELATABLE AND I THINK THIS ONE IS MY FAVORITE OH MY GOD. 10/10
IM STILL TRYING TO PROCESS IT WHAT THE FUCK BUT OKAY MY RANKING FOR THE VAULTS:
Is It Over Now? OH MY GOD. SHE WAS SO CRAZY FOR THIS. THE LYRICS?? I HAVE TO LISTEN 2-3 MORE TIMES TO FULLY PROCESS IT. WHAT THE FUCK SO FUCKING GOOD.
Say Don't Go. ALSO?? IM SOBBING?? SO FUCKING GOOOD??
Suburban Legends. I LOVE THIS ONE SM SO MIDNIGHTS CODED.
Slut! ALSO REALLY GOOD. NOT WHAT I EXPECTED AT ALL. A LOVE SONG?? TAYLOR SWIFT YOU ARE A CRAZY GENIUS.
5. Now That We Don't Talk. I LIKED THIS ONE AS WELL. JUST NOT AS MUCH AS THE OTHERS.
OVERALL; I think this is BY FAR my favorite re-recording. I love all of them with my entire heart but THIS ONE IS JUST SO SPECIAL AND IMM SOOO HAPPY TAYLOR FINALLY OWNS IT. JUST A MASTERPIECE. my only ONLY problem is some of the production in some of the songs. i loved the changes. and I LOVE what she did. and I LOVE JACK ANTONOFF FOR GIVING US AMAZING SONGS. but the production sounds a bit off in these songs :(( i think max martin and shellback should've also produced more of them. BUT LIKE I SAID. it has a new vibe and I LOVE IT. (i still think we shouldn't JUST have him on other projects but that is another topic) anyway 10/10 IM STILL SHAKING.
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hi! could I ask for a steve x fem reader where she’s an introvert who deals with anxiety and she constantly struggles with her family thinking she’s not a good person for being that way….and boyfriend steve is there to comfort her
well, I was writing this and realized and just now realize it isn't really what you asked for 😅 hope you enjoy it anyway!
warnings— readers not having it, boyfriend steve to the rescue.
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The wide grin on your mother's face that failed to falter during the night and the pride in your father's voice throughout the night play on a loop in your mind but it wasn't meant for you. You're not the one who's going to college to become a doctor, those smiles and praises weren't for you, they were for your sister and your sister only. 
Truly, you're happy for your sister and proud of everything she's achieving but the news ruined your perfectly good evening. You're stomach twisting in all ways possible, making you lose all appetite. The beating of your heart against your ribcage, sure everything would hear the thumping. Your jaw locked as you bit on the inside of your cheek hard, trying to keep your emotions at bay. Mask the anxiety of never being good enough. Pretend. 
You're heads everywhere but with the guy above you, his weight on top of you barely noticeable and his lips against your skin as he kisses his way down to your collarbone no longer tingles and doesn't give you butterflies like they used to do. You're numb. Far gone. In your own little bubble. 
Steve wasn't supposed to stay the night and for the first time in a long while you were fine with seeing him leave after dinner but you're father told him not to drive back so late at night, making you're already miserable night a bit more miserable– steve can read you like an open book and you're not sure you're ready to talk about it. but you don't have to talk about it, Steve knows and so when his lips are no longer on your skin and his fingers snap in front of your eyes, you're pulled back to earth. 
"You okay?" 
There's no use in lying but it's worth a try "Yeah I'm good, just a little..tired." 
Steve sighs and with a groan lets himself fall onto the bed next to you. You're disappointing him too, great. 
"I'm sorry." 
You can feel his eyes burn into your skin and you count the seconds of the uncomfortable silence that falls upon the two of you. The mattress dips from where Steve moves around, head resting on the palm of his hand. 
Steve breaks the silence "I don't care if you end up serving tables at bennies for the rest of our lives or if you end up being the big boss of some rich company– you're good as you are." 
"No, im not. I can't remember them being so proud of something I did." 
"Only if they knew how many times you saved someone's life fighting off demodogs..demons..I don't know what they were but they'd be so proud. You're perfect no matter what you do and if they can't see that, that's their fault." brushing some hair out of your face, Steve smiles as he leans down and kisses your temple and mumbles a "I love you, alright?" 
And as Steve peppers your face with kisses and his fingers dig deep into your sides and elicit a giggle and laughter, you're sure of one thing; Steve being proud of you is the only thing that really matters.
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