#bonds: steve

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@rebelliousfamily @qveens @cfthesoul @soughtserenity

Roman Holiday (1953)

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[the-barefoot-hatter]

WHOSE THAT POKEMON

One of those insists-on-their-full-name kids!

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@qveens @cfthesoul @soughtbirthright @wildlcck

“You okay?” “I am now.”

[hello-sweetheart]

I need to see Steve at his breaking point, kneeling in absolute defeat. Whimpering, crying, sobbing with a sword under his chin forcing him to look up that man who is now nothing but a stranger.

But, once he was a familiar and friendly face around the castle. Often running around with the outcasts and playing music in the town square. Telling stories of great heroic adventurers to the children that flocked around him to listen. A tall but scrawny thing with a mouth that knew not when to bite its tongue.

Steven makes a pathetic image for a prince. His skin is stained with tears, grime, and blood. Blood from his knights. Brothers in arms that he’d known since he was a mere child.

He’s nothing now, has nothing.

A fallen prince awaiting death.

Edward has his dark tresses tied at the nape of his neck. His eyes are dark as night, focused and fierce in his gaze. His chest heaves and exhaustion is evident, but he stands proud.

Vengeful.

Such a far cry from the once cowardly and impish man that Steven had known him to be.

Even with the sting of betrayal, the broken bond among him and children, adolescents now, that he had come to care for… he understands why someone would follow him.

He has the stance of a leader and the final unwavering judgement of a king.

Humilated, he thinks of his people, the children (his children), and even the servants that had joined the revolt against the crown. He wishes them a better life, a kinder one than he and his parents had given them under their family rule.

Steven trusts… he trusts in his people’s judgment, despite it all, and their faith in their soon-to-be King Edward.

Accepting the fate of their decision, his cries quiet but he makes no move to wipe the mess he’s made of himself.

Steve raises his chin just a bit higher and tries to steady his breath. Leans his head against the sword that’s at the side of his neck now, a swing away from finality, and looks up at the people’s king.

“Whatever kind of king you choose to be,” his mouth is parched and heavy with the taste of ash, “be a loving one.”

His closes his eyes, and waits.

“Then, my first act as King will be that of good faith to the people. Prince Steven… I show you mercy.”

[kennahjune]

Thinking of Steddie Soulmates where you feel every pain your soulmate feels.

Thinking of little Steve feeling every backhand and punch from Eddie’s dad.

Thinking of little Eddie feeling Steve break his arm and the pain being so much worse because his parents refuse to take him to the hospital until the school gets involved.

Thinking of Eddie finally moving in with Wayne and sure, the paternal beating are done, but now he’s just a small town Freak that’s constantly targeted.

Thinking of Eddie and Steve in their Sophomore/Freshman years respectively, not knowing who the other is outside of rumors and (unknowingly) their shared pain.

Thinking of Eddie finally escaping pain, the bullying turning to mainly verbal shit.

Only to be thrust right back into pain because his soulmates a walking hazard.

Thinking of Eddie having no idea what’s going on when he suddenly feels like one giant bruise after Steve’s beat up by Jonathan. Eddie watching Steve fall from grace in his Junior year and not connecting the dots.

Billy coming along and smashing a fucking plate over Steve’s head while Eddie’s peacefully sleeping. Eddie jolting awake with a shout because /holy fucking shit ow—/

Neither of them connecting the dots.

Then Steve graduates, and Eddie’s held back. And the pain subsides for a bit.

And then fuck all happens in Starcourt and Eddie literally feels like he’s dying and Jesus H. Christ is his soulmate /ok/??? Like they are getting seriously fucked up.

And then that recedes and it ok for a while— Eddie will still get killer pains that seem to circulate in his chest and head, but that’s to be expected with whatever tf his poor soulmate is going through year after year.

And then the fuckery of March 1986 happens and Chrissy Cunningham is dead in his trailer— his home— and he’s wanted for fucking murder and hiding in Rick’s dingy ass boat house—

And then he’s shoving none other than Steve Harrington up against a wall with a broken bottle helps to his throat. Eddie’s so piped on adrenaline he barely feels the sting in his back, but he does feel the zing of pressure on his throat and ok /ow—/

And he’s staring at Steve Harrington, who looks kinda terrified and so pretty and Eddie’s holding a bottle to his throat and is that Dustin?—

And—

And holy shit.

Eddie’s eyes widen at the same time as Steve’s and the realization hits them both at once.

[miladyamalthea]

The shoulder rig is the male equivalent of a corset. In this essay, I will…

[soughtserenity-a]

I LOVE THEM!!!!!!!!

[starry-eyed-steve]

It seems like they are going to explore Hopper's ptsd after escaping Russia, which is great. I love that for him. However, I can't say I'm not bitter that they tortured 18 year old Steve and 17 year old Robin in s3 and never mentioned it again. I see who the favorites are.

[kakinou]

I don't understand that. If you found a suit, why didn't you just leave? Silo - 209 - Safeguard

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

"WHERE IS DARRY?" Soda is on his feet before the screen door slams, Steve jumpin' off the sofa beside him.

"What is it, Pony?" Pony rounds the corner with a wide, crazed grin 'n Darry comes barrelin' down the hall. "What's wrong?"

"Darry- they fuckin' broke up!" A brief wave of confusion passes across the panicked plains of Darry's face before his jaw drops open in delighted shock.

"No." He snatches Pony's arm, leads him back into the kitchen 'n plops down at the table. "Carrie-Ann? Are you sure?" Darry leans forwards, elbows on his knees, eagerly. Pony cackles at havin' got exactly the reaction he wanted.

Steve shoots Soda a glance 'n Soda rolls his eyes fondly, crashin' back down onto the sofa. Steve shuffles around the arm, clearly listenin' in but tryin' to be the nosy allegations. "What are they on about?"

Soda cranks the volume of the TV waves a hand dismissively. "Some couple at school. God, you would think their lives depended on it the way they talk about it."

"Hush, from the peanut gallery in there." Darry shushes him from the kitchen 'n Soda wiggles his eyebrows.

"Not our fault you don't got the attention span for a good story." Soda clutches his hand to his chest in mock offense 'n it's Pony's turn to roll his eyes.

"Wait, Carrie-Ann 'n Tommy? Ain't they been goin' together for a couple years now?" Steve stops pretendin' to be indifferent, drifts into the kitchen.

"Steve, not you too!" Darry splits into a grin and Soda sticks his tongue out.

"Yeah! But only 'cause she told him she was pregnant last year! He was gonna leave I swear! I heard Jerry tell Susan in my math class." Steve scrunches his face up and Pony shakes his head earnestly.

"Well, it would serve him right. Tommy was in my English and he'd bat those stupid eyes at anythin' that moved- even when he was pinned. That Carrie girl deserved better." Steve hops up onto the counter with a firm nod 'n Soda throws himself dramatically across the couch with a groan.

The back door swings open 'n Dallas appears in the living room, glancin' into the impromptu gatherin' around the table. "Woah woah woah, y'all talkin' about me? I'm sure it's all good shit."

He ducks over to Soda, jabbin' him in the ribs and slidin' out of the way when Soda kicks at him. He misses but rolls off the couch and dives for Dallas' knees. Dally goes down hard and Soda howls his laughter.

"Nah, one of the couples up at school broke it off." Steve leans dangerously far over Pony 'n snatches one of the grandma candies Darry loves so much from the bowl.

"Who?"

"Dallas!" But they all knew it was a lost cause. If Darry 'n Pony were drama fiends, Dallas was a hound for the stuff. He was always showin' up with some new juicy tidbit. Sometimes Soda would swear Pony loved Dallas more than him solely for the fact Dallas seemed to have his nose in everythin'.

"Carrie-Ann 'n-"

"Tommy? No fuckin' way." Dallas detangles himself from Soda, shoves Steve over, 'n climbs up onto the counter. Soda shoots him a glare he misses entirely. He flops flat onto the floor, tucks his hands under his head, and refocuses on the beach flick. Or tries to.

"I heard she cheated on him." Dallas leans forward conspiratorially and Pony 'n Darry's jaws fall open in twin shocked expressions.

"No way, really!"

"I'm sorry, you're sayin' Carrie cheated on him?" Dallas raises an eyebrow haughtily and leans back on his hands.

"Swear to God."

"Wait." All four heads swivel to Soda as he sits back up, somethin' prickin' at his memory. "Tommy. Tommy Dil- somethin' right? His daddy owns the car lot close to the river, yeah?"

"Dilon, yeah." Darry leans so he can better see Soda through the door at the same time Pony says,

"Yeah, the one that looks like a Soc 'n talks like a greaser but ain't either." And Steve leans traitorously far again and adds,

"The one that thinks he's a lady-killer but nobody wants him but Carrie." Dallas puts both hands on Steve's back 'n pushes him over so he can get a good look at Soda and hoots,

"Not even his mama wanted his busted ass. That's why he only lives with his dad." Steve shoves him off and Pony momentarily whips back around with wide eyes.

"Wait, really?" Darry bats him up the side of his head, the shit talkin' goin' a hair too far for him, apparently.

"What is it, Soda?" Steve quickly redirects the focus back to him before Pony can whine 'n Soda forgets what he was gonna say completely.

"I saw him at the Dingo with Cheryl last week. 'N they weren't just holdin' hands if I'm being delicate." He wiggles his eyebrows 'n the tips of Pony's ears go all red. Dallas howls and grabs Steve who is so bewildered he forgets to shake him off.

"Cheryl? Ain't no way! I never would have-"

"Ain't she goin' with Benny?"

"Man, I thought she was catholic-"

"I swore she didn't come to this side of town- didn't wanna dirty those damn gogo boots-"

"Soda." Darry fixes his middle brother with a look that could pin him straight to the wall. Soda blinks big, innocent eyes at him. "That true?"

"Hell no." He splits into a big mischievous grin and Pony lets out an indignant wail, launchin' himself out of his chair 'n onto Soda. Soda flips him onto his back easily but Steve is on top of him before he can blink, jabbin' him in the ticklish spot under his ribs so Pony can wriggle out.

"Since when are you 'n Pony on the same side?"

"Since now! Get 'em Pone!" Steve pins Soda's arms above his head and Pony goes to town ticklin' every place he knows will make Soda holler until he's red in the face. Soda rips one hand free and Dallas comes up behind Steve, liftin' him straight off the ground with the kind of wiry strength they all forgot Dallas had.

Darry instantly takes up Pony 'n Steve's side 'n it doesn't take long until there are no sides at all- just them all rollin' around and laughin' so hard their sides all ache.

"You know, I think I get it now- that drama shit is fun!"

[imfinereallyy]

“Dad is going to be very angry,” El says with wide eyes taking in the scene before them.

“You think Hop will kill him?” Steve says as he leans against the doorway, eating a Twizzler.

El looks at Steve momentarily, sticking her hand out for some candy. Steve hands her one without hesitation. El rips a piece off before speaking. “Oh yes. He might ask you to help hide the body.”

Steve nods solemnly, “I’ll do what needs to be done. Mikes’s my least favorite child anyway.”

“Hey!” Mike yells, gaining the duo's attention. It brings them back to the scene they walked in on. Mike and Will, with the door closed (no three inches in sight) on top of each other, making out.

Steve doesn't think he’ll ever get that image out of his brain.

“Chill, Wheeler, I'm joking,” Steve says pointedly before turning to El and mouthing no, I'm not.

El giggles, and Steve can't help but feel like he won a prize at the sound.

“I'm sorry, El.” Will blushes with shame, like he is betraying his sister somehow.

El just shrugs, “I do not care. But Dad might. He hates Mike.”

Steve snorts, “That's the understatement of the century. I don't think Hop has ever hated someone’s partner like he has Mike. Honestly, I was surprised he liked Eddie. I mean like is a strong word. But he tolerates him.”

Will pipes up, “I think he does mostly because he knows you'll move out, and he only just got you to agree to stay here.”

Steve shrugs, “I’ll take what I can get. At least he doesn't walk on me having sex.”

“We weren't having sex!” Mike practically screams. Hands up exasperated. “And don't talk about you and Eddie; it's gross.”

Will blushes deeply with head in his hands, “Oh, God.” El pats him on the shoulder in sympathy.

“Also, this wouldn't have happened if you weren't an idiot and just knocked!” Mike stomps. Jesus, this kid is 15 acting 6.

“I was the one who walked in, Mike. I wanted to know if Will wanted to watch a movie.” El says coldly, getting defensive of her brother.

Mike clams up, Steve can't help but feel smug.

“Who’s having sex?!?” A distinct Hopper-like voice echoes through the house.

Will and Mike share a panicked look while Steve and El take more Twizzlers from the bag.

“Oh no. Mike! What are we going to do?”

Mike sputters, “He doesn't have to know it was us! And we weren't having sex!”

Will looks at him like Mike is the biggest moron he's ever met. Steve loves the kid (despite early protest) but has to agree. “Oh gee Mike, I wonder who he will think it was about. Steve? Who is dating a man who isn't here and keep in mind, it's Steve. Who is our brother, and five years older than us? And in a relationship? And let's not forget..is Steve?!”

“This is fair.” Steve agrees. If anyone but Baby Byers had attempted to say that, Steve would have been pissed. But it's Will, so it's coming from a good place.

“Also! Also! The other person here is El! Who is my sister! Not to mention your ex—”

“—well it could have been—”

“Micheal Steven Wheeler, if the next words out of your mouth are it could have been you and El, I will never be kissing you again.” Will uses a deathly tone. Steve isn't convinced he didn't get from El.

“Your middle name is Steven?” Steve fills giddy.

“Shut up Steve!”

Will pinches his brows, “And you idiot, if it were you and El, you would still he toast.”

Steve whistles, “Shit, Will. Next time I need to win an argument against Eddie. I'm coming to you.”

“How long does it take for dad to get upstairs?” El interrupts.

All of them look down the hall. “Huh, maybe we are in the clear,” Mike whispers.

“I said who is having sex?!?” Hopper comes thundering up the stairs.

“I think this is what Max calls a jinx.” El looks at Mike unphased.

Steve can't help but feel a little bad for Will. He looks panicked around the room, probably looking for a hiding place. Steve knows that it isn't that same fear Will once had of Lenny, Hop wouldn't hurt them ever, but he can't help but feel a little protective of him. Steve knows all too well how the fears of biological fathers can sneak up on you, even if you know you're safe. “Don’t worry, Will. I'll make sure Hop takes it easy.”

Will relaxes, “Thanks Steve.”

“What about me?” Mike asks, eyes wide.

El shares a look with Steve. Spending as much time as they have lately has allowed them to talk without speaking most of the time. It freaks everyone but Robin out (she gets it). Seconds go by before they both nod in agreement.

Steve and El both wip their heads towards Mike, and Steve says, “You were grossed out by my relationship and called me stupid. Suffer.”

Mike's outcry is in synch with Hop breaking through screaming, “There better be three inches!”

[laurrelise]

steve blackman, when you were deciding that it was crucial for five to have a fucking romance plotline with his brother’s wife did you also find it crucial for five and said brother to have several sweet heart-to-heart moments throughout the season just to lead to them dying with a deep hatred for each other

[im-normal-about-everything]

"Steve?" Pony's familiar voice called out as the bell above the door of the DX rang.

"Soda's in the back." Steve grumbled as he wiped a rag over the counter. It'd been a pretty slow day, it usually was on Sunday's. Most families were at church or spending time together or something like that. He didn't necessarily mind not having to deal with a lot of customers, but he was getting bored with nothing to do.

That didn't exactly mean he wanted to have to entertain Ponyboy, though.

"I ain't looking for him." Pony said in a small voice. The kid had been pretty quiet since everything with Johnny and Dally, hell all of the gang had. But he'd been getting better and it was nearing a year since their deaths. Did something happen to make him quiet again?

"What's up?" Steve had stopped wiping down the counter, now looking at Pony. The kid's natural hair was peaking out near his roots as his hair grew out. He looked a little nervous and in his head. That wasn't very uncommon though, the kid was always in the clouds

"You have fights with Evie sometimes, right?" Pony rushed the words out and waited like Steve was gonna whack him for the question. (Last year he might've, but Pony's been through enough.)

"Sometimes, yeah. Why do ya wanna know 'bout me and my girl's fights?" He couldn't think of a single reason why Pony was asking him this.

"I mean I would ask Soda, but I don't wanna break up Sandy." Both of them winced at the girl's name. Steve hated how beat up Soda was after Sandy left. Now don't get him wrong Steve wouldn't hit a girl, but the heartbroken look on Soda's face when he got Sandy's letter made him want to beat the tar outta her.

"You got some broad you're fightin' with?" Steve snorted and shook his head in disbelief until he noticed that Pony's face and ears had turned red. "Shit, do you?"

"No, not really." Pony's ears turned even redder, and Steve didn't know if it was because he was lying or 'cause he was embarrassed. Maybe both.

"Whaddya mean?" Steve watched Pony, watched how he took a breath and held it. It was clear he was debating sharing something and Steve wished he would just spit it out

"I ain't got a broad." Pony said finally and Steve was as confused as he had been at the very start of this conversation.

"But you need some kinda relationship advice?" Steve asked incredulously.

"Yeah. It's just, we got in a fight and I dunno what to do or even why he's so mad at me-" Pony cut himself off but it was too late.

"He?" Steve asked quietly, looking directly at Ponyboy. He was glad there was no one in the DX, because if someone overheard this conversation, it could be real bad.

Pony didn't say anything, just nodded slightly with his eyes wide. He was staring at Steve, looking ready to bolt at the first sign of trouble.

"Alright. What was the fight about?" Steve spoke slowly, changing the subject. As much as he wanted to freak out, he couldn't scare the kid into thinking he was freaking out at him.

'I-what? You don't- you don't care?" Pony was still staring at him, his green eyes boring into his soul in a honestly unsettling way.

"No, but some people do, so keep your voice down. What was the fight about?" Steve was trying to act normal, but was pretty sure he was failing. It wasn't the biggest shock that Pony was a queer. The kid had never really been interested in girls and had always liked softer things, like reading and drawing. What was shocking was the fact that apparently was seeing someone. Steve wasn't sure if he should ask, if he could ask.

"He said that I was bein' a coward for not tellin' anyone 'bout us. I don't think he meant it in a real mean way, but I just dunno what to do. I mean, I wanna tell Darry and Soda, but I dunno how. His siblings know and they don't care and I know that my brothers wouldn't mind much, but I just don't want them to be pissy about it, you know?" Pony's voice was quiet but firm as he word vomited.

Steve, did in fact, not know. But he could guess that Pony meant he didn't want them to be super overprotective of him. Glory knows how many times Darry of Soda (or even himself) have had talks with Pony about staying away from girls. And now Pony was dating a boy? Steve could see where Pony was coming from.

Which was kind of odd. Usually it seemed like him and Pony saw everything from completely different perspectives, but sometimes their views aligned. It was weird.

"Do you wanna tell 'em?" Steve asked.

"I mean, yeah. I'm just worried that they're gonna freak out about it." Pony grumbled and messed with the necklace that was hanging around his neck. Steve distantly thought that he recognized the necklace, probably one of Soda or Darry's old ones.

"Why don't you tell your brothers together? Give the guy a chance to explain himself and prove to your brothers that he's not gonna fuck you over." Steve wasn't sure where this advice was coming from, but hopefully it was good. Pony smiled a little, so maybe he was doing alright.

"I guess. I think they're gonna be more concerned about who he is rather than the fact that he's a he." Pony muttered, mostly to himself, but Steve still heard.

"Who is it?" Steve couldn't help but ask. Pony looked around for a second before opening his mouth to answer.

"Curly." Pony said and suddenly, Steve remembered where he knew the necklace from. It was Shepard's. The kid was always wearing it around, especially during rumbles.

"Curly Shepard?" Steve repeated, making sure he heard right.

"Y'know another guy named Curly?" Pony snorted.

"Nah, guess not," Steve grinned, "You're right, though. I don't think your brothers are gonna be too happy about you datin' Shepard."

"Oh well." Pony shrugged with a grin. Steve reached over and ruffled his hair. Pony swatted at him but kept grinning until the door to the garage opened

"Hey, Pone." Soda greeted as he walked in and saw his brother. His eyes flickered from Steve to Pony, both of whom were grinning. Steve just shrugged at Soda's questioning glance and went back to wiping the counter.

"Hey, Soda. I was just headin' out. Gotta meet up with someone." And he rushed out the door before Soda could question him any further.

"What was that about?" Soda tiled his head as he looked at Steve.

"Dunno." Steve shrugged but he was still grinning. He ignored how nice it was to have a normal conversation with Ponyboy, no arguing or bitter remarks. The kid could be fun, sometimes. (And if he threatened Curly Shepard later and made sure he was treating Pony well, then that was no one's business but his own.)

[harringroveera]

How Billy and Will first met each other

Inspired by @ventya text post

[strawlessandbraless]

9×06 Heaven Can't Wait

The fact that this episode even exists, and so soon after I'm no Angel. Dean couldn't stay away for long. And it wasn't even about Cas being useful for a case, he was completely human, Dean just missed him and wanted to see his friend.

And Cas needed to know that, that he still had a place in Dean's life, even without his powers. That he could stay, that he didn't have to be useful, he just had to be there. Of course neither of them tell the other this, so they part ways guilty & hurt 💀