#steve is a great dad is makes me sob

[yours-etc]

You Better Make It Soon (Before You Break My Heart)

Monday mornings are the bane of Steve Harrington’s existence. His alarm clock was blaring when he woke up. It read 6:32 on the clock and Steve groaned as he sat up in his bed. Steve was in the middle of brushing his teeth when he heard Dustin’s alarm going off, and a few minutes later he heard Max’s. The twins insisted on having their own alarm clocks, saying having their dad wake them up for school in the sixth grade was embarrassing. Steve couldn’t lie, he got a bit too emotional about alarm clocks that day. 

While they may have grown out of Steve waking them up every day, they certainly haven't grown out of him making them breakfast and packing their lunches. Dustin gets 2 eggs, scrambled, and a slice of toast with grape jelly, for lunch it's a ham and cheese sandwich with a baggy of lays and a green apple. Max gets 2 eggs sunny side up, and 2 pieces of toast with butter, and lunch is a pb&j with strawberry jelly, a baggy of Fritos, and a banana. It's been this way since they could eat actual food. 

Steve could tell you every single thing about these kids. And to some parents, he was way too involved. He went to every science fair, school recital, and kiddie soccer games. To him, that was the bare minimum. As a kid, his parents never showed up for anything, always out of town on business. It didn’t matter now, he had cut contact with them the second he got the phone call from the hospital. That was the day he learned Jane was one, pregnant, and two left him the kids. 

Jane was his second girlfriend in high school, they had only been together for 6 months, but that was enough. Last he heard about her, she was somewhere in Nevada with a sparkly new family. Steve didn’t care that she had a new boyfriend, or husband, he cared that she had new kids, and never once bothered to check in on Max or Dustin. 

Steve was scared shitless driving to the hospital, Robin in the passenger seat. She read from a book of 100 baby names, going down the list. No names that start with J, B, or W was the only rule, “I’m not letting you give these beautiful new humans terrible names Steve, they're already having to deal with the legacy that is ‘King Steve’ at least let them have actually good names.”

He was grateful for Robin. She knew just how to distract him and focus on the good parts of the situation, rather than the terrible ones. In the end, they settled on Maxine and Dustin. So by the time they drove the two-hour trip to Indianapolis, they had at least the names ready, maybe not a crib, or food, or clothes, or dippers, but they had names. And at the time, that was a win in Steve’s book. 

Dustin was the first down the stairs. He almost falls on the last few steps.

Steve had to hold in a laugh, “Hey Dust buddy, I need you to slow down on the steps, you have enough trouble keeping your teeth in, I don't need you knocking extra ones out.”

The curly-headed boy sits down in his usual spot at the table, “That's a low blow Dad. And I'm sorry, you should be happy to have a kid that's excited for the first day of school. You know I could be out smoking crack or something! Instead, I'm going down the stairs a bit too excitedly. Count your blessings.”

“That was far too much for seven in the morning,” Max says walking in.

She had he hair back in a ponytail at the base of her neck. Steve knows she hates her hair in her face, she usually asks him to braid it, but apparently, she's grown out of that too.

“Alright gremlins eat up fast,” he sets down their plates in front of them, “can't be late for your first day.” 

If you ever wanted to experience the different levels of hell, school drop-off was the 7th. It's like grown adults lose all knowledge of driving the second they enter the parking lot. Steve worked at the high school right next to the middle school and grade school, he always parks in the staff parking and walks the kiddos to school. Unfortunately for him, however, was that the only entrance to the staff parking was only accessible through the middle school drop-off. At least the last two years and this next year he’ll actually have middle schoolers to drop off.

The middle school had a poster hanging up front “Class of 86’ is our year!”

Before he could even put the car in park the kids start to open the doors, “Hey, hey, hey,” they pause their movements, “First don't open doors on moving cars, don’t be reckless. Second, no getting out of the car before I hear those three magical words.”

“Do we have to?” Dustin asks from the back.

“Love you, Dad,” Max says at the same time. 

Steve leans over to the passenger seat and gives Max a kiss on the forehead, “And that's why you get shotgun.”

Max unlocks her door and off to the school doors. He hears Dustin unlock the doors in the back, but Steve hits the lock button. Dustin tries again, and Steve locks it.

The boy sighs, “Love you, Dad.” 

“Love you too Dust Buddy.” 

Finally, Dustin leaves the car and practically sprints to the school. Steve drove off, finally making it to the staff parking. 

He got a job as a PE and health teacher a few years after graduating high school. Technically he was a volunteer for the first 4 years. They couldn’t hire him as a teacher without a degree. So the school offered to give him the job if he took classes at Hawkins Community College. And for four years, Steve worked at the school during the day and took classes at night. The kids were in daycare for the day, and Robin came over every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday to watch the kids. Steve offered to pay her, but she refused any money. 

“As long as I can raid your fridge, and watch late-night cable, you can call it even Harrington.” 

Some days he was so exhausted that he wouldn't even make it to his bed, just crash on the couch. By the time he graduated with his degree, the kids were graduating from kindergarten.

And now look at them. A single dad who barely made it through high school, now a high school teacher with two straight-A kids. 

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[hawkinsbnbg]

Four years after everything ended, Steve and Eddie ran into each other by chance.

In 1990, when Steve stumbled upon Eddie in a coffee shop in Chicago of all places, he didn't expect to end up on his back that night with the other man pounding him into the mattress.

At some point, he was too cock-drunk to care about his dignity so he kept begging Eddie to come inside him.

"What if I knock you up, babygirl?" Eddie nipped at his chin teasingly.

In response, Steve only clenched around the thick cock tighter, earning a guttural groan from the other man.

He bit his lip and smiled sweetly, "Guess you're gonna be a daddy 'cause m'not on birth control right now."

Eddie just cursed under his breath and pulled out to take off the condom. When he slid into Steve again, they both let out a strangled moan.

In the end, Steve had been railed into oblivion with a stomach full of hot cum.

A week later, Eddie sought him out again, wanting to continue their breeding process.

"It's for science," Eddie murmured as he bottomed out inside Steve.

"Yeah," Steve snorted, breathless and a little bit cross-eyed because of how big the other man was. "How noble of you."

"Thank you, sweetheart," Eddie grinned, eyes crinkled warmly. “Think it’s gonna catch this time?”

“Dunno,” Steve wrapped his legs around the resilient waist as the other man started moving, grazing his sweet spots effortlessly. “But we should keep trying until we succeed.”

“You’re right,” Eddie leaned down and kissed him soundly. “Fuck, you’re always right, sweetheart.”

“Thanks, uh–” Steve mewled and rolled his eyes back when Eddie nailed his prostate. “I– I tried my best.”

“My good girl,” Eddie kissed him again but it was messy and sloppy. “So smart, so pretty. Bet you’re already thinking about our children’s education, hm?”

“Y– Yeah,” Steve nodded blindly, jaw hanging open so Eddie’s tongue could fuck his mouth.

At this point, he didn't know what he was even talking about anymore. He just babbled nonsense and drooled at the mindless pleasure that coursed through him incessantly.

Above him, Eddie kept going on and on about how they were going to make a happy family, how he was going to be a great mom, how Eddie was going to be the kind of dad who would spoil their children rotten.

And yeah, Steve found himself very into the idea. Not only the hypothetical pregnancy part but also the part where he and Eddie built a home together.

“Be mine, sweetheart,” Eddie whispered between the kisses, desperate and pleading. “Gonna treat you right, gonna be a good husband for you, gonna make you breakfast, gonna help you pick the lawn, gonna sing ABBA songs with you, gonna do the dishes for you, gonna give you my everything, gonna–”

“Shut up, I’ll be yours,” Steve clung to the other man and sobbed. “All yours, Eddie. All yours.”

It was a long time coming, an overdue confession that neither of them had been brave enough to tell each other.

But now, now when their family and friends and the fucking world were finally safe, they had nothing to fear anymore.

They were as free and in love as they could ever be.

And when Eddie’s lips met his own in a tender kiss, it felt like coming home.

A quick stroke on his neglected cock was enough to tip Steve over, prompting a high-pitched moan from him and sending sparks flying in his blurry vision.

Eddie followed after him immediately, burying inside him to the hilt and filling him up with a deep groan.

After a few seconds, Eddie pulled out carefully and drew him in a lazy kiss before collapsing beside him.

For a moment, they just lied there to recollect their wits.

“You meant it?” Steve asked quietly once they both calmed down, afraid that it was just sex-addled talk.

“Everything,” Eddie propped up on his elbow to look at him seriously. “I’ve never loved anyone the way I do you, baby.”

“Me too,” Steve smiled softly. “Been waiting for you, Eds.”

“I’m honored, sweetheart,” Eddie gave him a warm smiled.

Then they moved away from the wet spot to cuddle.

Later, they would have to get up to take a thorough shower, and maybe order something to eat if the mood struck.

But for now, Steve was content to doze off in his boyfriend’s loving arms.

[fangirlandtheories]

Do you remember when we used to sing?

Eddie is away on tour while Steve is taking care of their daughter a few hours away. Too bad she can't fall asleep without her special bedtime song...

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Steve’s brows pinched together as the cries grew in pitch and volume, almost drowning out the familiar click of ‘Hey it’s Eddie, call me back or don’t, I’m not your mother.’ from the speaker of his phone. 

He had shifted from frustrated to desperate as he glanced over at their daughter, red faced and snot nosed. Bedtime was a solid hour past due and didn’t seem to be looming any closer. 

“It’s okay, sweets, we’ll call him again.” Steve soothed as he ran a hand down the toddler’s back. 

“Daddy!!!” She screamed again, choking with the effort of her sobs, as she squeezed her eyes shut. It had been love at first sight for Eddie and Steve when they had met Rayne’s mother. She was young, just turning 20 in the fall, with curly blonde hair and big brown eyes. She was looking for someone who wanted a baby that couldn’t naturally have their own and the agent connected the dots for them. After several months, little Rayne was theirs.

“I know,” Steve muttered as he pulled up Eddie’s contact again. Eddie had taken a break from touring after the adoption of their daughter but had recently started back up. It started off pretty well, the excitement of getting to have a Dad weekend with Steve pulling her through, but now the newness was gone and all little Rayne Munson-Harrington wanted was Eddie. 

Eddie usually found weekend gigs but had found a week long slot in a club in St. Louis that promised great publicity and even better payment, so Corroded Coffin hit the road and Steve held down the fort with some help from Robin and Wayne. They were obligated to babysit, she was named after both of them afterall, and he was grateful because work had been taxing enough without adding a feisty 4 year old to the mix. 

A flu bug was sweeping it’s way through Hawkin’s Elementary and it spared no casualties in Steve’s kindergarten classroom. He spent the day trying to keep the class from putting things in their mouths and making sure everyone washed their hands, sending a child or two home after seeing the greenish pale tints of nausea pass over their faces. He knew that he’d have to deal with kids puke at some point, especially as a parent, but he’d like to avoid it at all costs. 

“Pick up your phone you ass.” He hissed through clenched teeth, rocking the inconsolable girl in his arms as he dialed again.

***

Eddie first felt the familiar jolt of vibration in his back pocket  just after the first chorus. The second time was just a few verses later. He smiled into the microphone as he continued to sing, ignoring his phone. The third time was in the bridge of the song, a particularly terrible time to take a call as Eddie’s hands were preoccupied with his guitar. The fourth time happened in the final notes of the song. The fifth during the applause. Eddie frowned as he pulled the device from his pocket, ignoring a glare from Jeff.

“Hey guys, you won’t believe this but my husband is facetiming me right now. This is like the fifth time he’s called so I’m going to answer, everybody be quiet and let’s see how long it takes him to remember that we had a later show tonight.” Eddie laughed as the audience silenced quickly. Steve’s irritated yet grateful face popped up on the screen seconds later.

“Hey love…” He crooned with a cheeky smirk.

“Your daughter is very upset with you.” Steve ignored the affectionate nickname. 

“Why is she my daughter whenever she’s mad?” Eddie rolled his eyes. “Is she alright?”

“She’s been screaming since 8:30 Eds.” Steve ran a hand through his hair and blew out an exasperated sigh. “She’s refusing to sleep until you do it, that’s why I’ve been calling.”

“Steve I’m um…” Eddie glanced nervously at the audience in front of him. “Kind of in the middle of something.”

“Yeah I wanted to be relaxing right now too but our kid needs her dad and since he’s five hours away the very least he could do is sing her the damn song so that we all can get some rest.” Steve squinted at him. “You’re being weirder than usual. Are the guys there with you?”

“Yeah the guys are definitely with me.” Eddie ignored Gareth’s snicker. “Can I call you-”

“Edward, so help me God, sing the song so that she can go to sleep.” Steve interrupted. “Look at her.” Steve turned the camera to the distraught little girl and Eddie’s heart clenched.

“Hi angel, I hear you’re a little sad.” He frowned in solidarity with her as her lip stuck out. “No, don't cry, it’s okay Ray Ray.” She howled louder, tears popping from her wet lashes. He winced as he lip quivered, his resolve wearing down to nothing. He glanced over at Gareth, leaning over to whisper to him before looking back to his phone.

“Alright fine, let’s sing it, yeah?” Eddie placated. “You’re breaking my heart Bambi.” The wide eyes and long lashes practically gifted the nickname to her. He glanced back at Gareth who gave him a thumbs up before looking at the audience. “Daddy’s band is going to help him sing it, is that okay?” Rayne whimpered as she nodded, snuggled into Steve’s arms as he held the phone in front of her.

“Wait, are you on stage right now?” Steve leaned forward. “Shit, I’m sorry babe, I didn’t mean to interrupt the performance.”

“You couldn’t interrupt if you tried.” Eddie smiled. “Isn’t that right?” Steve could hear cheers from the audience. “We love our rock and roll family here and we honor our traditions, most of all the bedtime song. Ready boys? Sing along if you know it, our most honored guest is in the audience tonight and would love to hear you guys.”

With that, Jeff  played the opening notes on the guitar while Gareth tapped out the beat with the rarely used tambourine. The bass thumped along to Eddie’s singing, and though it admittedly wasn’t their usual style, the band loved Rayne like she was their niece and they would play anything to make her happy.

“-In the misty morning fog with our hearts a-thumping” Eddie held the microphone in one hand and the phone in the other, beaming at the smile on Steve’s face. “And you, my brown eyed girl.” Rayne giggled and clapped, tears still on her cheeks but sadness having finally passed. 

***

Hours and miles away, Steve smiled as he shut the door to his daughter's bedroom, the nightlight softly glowing, as he hummed the song to himself. Tomorrow there would be a series of tweets about Eddie going soft and videos flying all around the internet, but for now, and for the first time that evening, the Munson-Harrington home was quiet.

[gothcsz]

ya know, I always feel like everybody sees Javi as this huge horn dog that would absolutely agree to any threesome stuff and all that.

Buuuut listen. If you were dating that man, he would be possessive as shit. Like if you even dare to think about another guy, like popular one would be Steve. And you even just make a tiny joke about Steve like that, you know Javi would be fucking you so god damn hard that you would forget any other name on the planet except his. He would be so damn possessive, telling you that you know nobody but him could fuck you like this, that you don’t need anybody but him. That man would destroy your 🐱 and make you so cock dumb to make you forget even thinking about another guy.

And he would definitely glare are Steve for a while after and Steve just has no idea what’s going on 😂

possessive/jealous javi is my fucking favoriteeeeee sorry not sorry a bitch just loves a slightly toxic man! and his possessiveness doesn’t even stem from a place of insecurity, lbr, this man is self assured if anything— a cocky POS but he’s our cocky POS.

pobre steve unknowingly in the middle of you and javi’s sex mind games lmfao i def feel like it started as a fleeting comment…

“Yeah, I guess Steve’s kinda cute. His eyes are so pretty.”

and you didn’t even think twice about it. it was just a simple compliment but it still left a weird taste on javi’s tongue.

and then you really start to notice it, the shift in his demeanor when you stop by to visit him at work. you probably chat with steve for a brief moment before walking over to your man and that pisses him off. how are you here to see him but instead are laughing at one of steve’s not funny at all dad jokes?! i dunno he probably starts to make petty comments of his own here and there that tip you off to his jealousy and honestly?

it turns you on. javi is always walking around like he’s got the biggest dick in town (he might actually….) so seeing him this worked up over seemingly nothing… well you’re going to have your fun with it because you’re a fucking brat sometimes.

i’m picturing some bullshit office party where you’ve had one too many to drink so you decide to scratch that itch and lightly flirt with steve (sorry connie we’re being horny over here) in the same way you did with javi when you two first started dating.

and boy does that set him off 😫 he waits until you’re coming back from the restroom before he pulls you into a dark and empty office, absolutely degrading you; calling you a slut and attention whore before harshly pushing you down onto your knees and bruising your throat with the way he’s fucking it.

“Nena esa boquita sucia es mía y de nadie más.”

once you’re a slobbering, sobbing mess, he roughly bends you over whoever’s desk, not even bothering to undress you as he hikes your skirt up and pushes your panties to the side, fucking into you in one stroke and you scream his name out.

the bastard has giant ass smirk on his face through it all, setting a brutal pace as his hips crash into yours repeatedly, his heavy balls slapping against your clit and you’re reduced to being a babbling, fucked out woman as he keeps spilling filth into your ear.

“Who do you belong to?”

“Whose pussy is this?”

“That’s right baby it’s fucking mine. You’re mine.”

and, well, who are you to disagree with that? you cum so hard, your vision is dotted with spots and you genuinely feel like you’re going to pass out with how rough he’s just taken you.

your cunt swollen and so sensitive but you don’t give a damn— squeezing around his cock as he paints your walls with his spend; marking you as his.

your brain is filled with him just as much as your pussy is. as he intended. and it’s a great feeling, really. even if you know you’re going to be sore as hell for the days to come.

let me stop before i go on a tangent (as if i haven’t already lol) but yes…. he’d rock your world that smug asshole!!

[nburkhardt]

Somebody Loves You, You Got A Friend.

Hello! This is my abo teenage parents steddie fic I talked about a few times. Wrote it a while ago for myself, never felt quite confident for sharing. But after sharing the few snippets, here’s the start! There’s real no end to it, it’s mostly slice of life with nearly no real plot. (Title is from Spaceship by Andy Grammer)

Some info you should know: it takes place in season 2. Originally wasn’t going to include the upside down but switched it to have it. ANYWAY, enjoy the start! It’s mostly Steve angst and only a hint of Eddie lol.

So, here’s the thing… Steve never keep his secondary gender a secret. In fact, he was quite proud of it. Mostly because it pisses his dad off to no end, and well, pissing off his dad is one of his and his mom’s favorite past time.

With that said he was definitely proud to take after his mom and for being a male omega. He knows it probably pisses more people off than they let on and really, that makes his fucking day.

Sometime around the time he entered high school, his status went sky high. He didn’t mind, though finding true friends was rough. Especially when Tommy and Carol glued themselves to him within a few hours of knowing him. Since he didn’t keep his omega status a secret, they thought he was weaker and needed to be protected. With Tommy being an alpha and Carol a beta, they decided to be best friends. It pissed him off, but at the time he didn’t have many friends. But of course, he’s not weak. He knows how to protect himself and even others.

His life gets flipped upside down, shortly after Nancy Wheeler calls him ‘bullshit’ in a bathroom at a dumb Halloween party.

It’s been months since Will Byers disappeared, thought dead and found alive. Also months since Nancy’s best friend fucking died while sitting at his pool. All while he and Nancy were in bed, they only found out in the next morning at school.

Nancy’s words send him spiraling down immediately, because unlike her, he does or did love her. So in a blind panic, he leaves the room and then the house and straight into the forest behind. Freaking out and sobbing as he went.

He didn’t know how long he was there, all he remembers of the night is panicking and then someone that smells of smoke, rain and freshly cut grass, helps him to his car and on his way. With only a matchbook with a number on it sitting on his passenger seat as who helped him.

In the morning, he gets ready for school, kisses his mom on the cheek and goes on his way. Only pocketing the matchbook as he parks in the school parking lot.

The day is simple only because he avoids Nancy as much as he can and then nearly get his ass handed to him by the new big alpha in town, Billy Hargrove.

“Should plant your feet, pretty boy”

He rolls his eyes, “shove the fuck off, Hargrove”

Billy is about to do another shove, he can’t figure out why to be honest. His scent is currently covered by scent blockers, the one thing his mom told him to take. When he notices Nancy waving him down, so he goes willingly to that danger instead.

It’s nothing but anger from her, it’s rolling off her in her scent even with a blocker, “Why didn’t you pick me up?”

He scruffs, “because I’m apparently bullshit?”

She at least flinches at that. But doesn’t apologize, at least, not the way he’d like. She does try to excuse it all by saying she was drunk and if there is one thing he took to heart from his asshole dad; drunk words are sober thoughts.

The final kicker of the whole conversation: her not saying “I love you” after he pleads her to.

He decides after that, Nancy Wheeler is someone he refuses to be with.

—

If you made it this far great!! Because after this the real fun begins 🥳 meaning Eddie is actually there and you get to meet my favorite person, Janet Harrington… Steve’s mom! This was just getting things mostly set up. I hope it doesn’t seem too weird with jumping around or weird phrasing lol.

(Btw, I don’t necessarily keep to everything everyone does in abo fics. I go with whatever I like and easy to work with. So there’s scents, mates, pack easy things. Nothing too explicit either, I’m definitely not confident enough to post smut hahaha.) OH AND IF YOU HAVE QUESTIONS OR WANNA TALK ABOUT THIS AU MY MESSAGES AND ASK BOX IS ALWAYS OPEN!!!!!

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[inklessletter]

Steve should have known better.

He felt exhibited, exposed. Seen. He hasn't felt that way since he was nineteen. Now he was almost thirty, just in a few weeks, standing in the kitchen, preparing his toddler's meal, and everything should feel normal, definitely not like if the world took an upside down turn on him as soon as he recognized Eddie's voice coming from the TV in the living room. Alone there, forgotten. Like white noise.

They have not been in touch for more than teen years.

He almost didn't pay attention to it. Almost.

Eddie didn't sound like Eddie, that was not his scene, that was not his music, nor his usual angry lyrics. He definitely was not smooth, sad piano, not a raspy, sentimental voice.

It was strange and unfamiliar that man in the screen wielding his voice. That was not him.

Yet it took Steve three seconds to stop dead and go to the living room and stare, cooking forgotten.

Black and white, great illumination, sad expression, and Steve's life in Eddie's lips.

That Eddie, that unknown person sang what Steve told him that many years ago, hidden under a starry night, no Moon there to lit the unshed tears, or the blush in his cheeks. Eddie was singing his secrets.

Like a confession, Eddie sang about his fear of becoming unloved and forgotten, about how his father told him he would be nothing but lonely if he didn't get a wife and kids when Steve was barely eleven. Eddie sang, like it was his own experience, about him becoming his own authority, about how that lingering fear of meaning nothing, be nothing but a sad waste of space because he was definitely unlovable. Eddie sang about Steve's desire of having kids and make himself the greatest dad in the world so he could find that love when he was nothing but wrinkles and memories.

Eddie didn't sing about that love letter that he wrote to Steve, telling him that he was already loved and cherished, and that he would do anything in his hand to make Steve feel unbearably loved every day.

Eddie didn't sing about Steve shaking, reading over and over again that later, terrified of yet losing someone he loved so much because he was flying too close to the sun. Again.

Eddie didn't sing about Steve rejecting him the day before he set off Hawkins to become a famous musician. He didn't sing about Steve's trembling smile, about broken hearts that day. He didn't sing about their mouths becoming that day a graveyard of kisses. He didn't sing about the tight hug, Steve's plea in his hear "please, forget about me and be huge" and Eddie's choking reply "that's not an option, because I will always love you."

He didn't sing about those ten years of silence between them.

Instead, Eddie sang about his wish of becoming loved by the children he hadn't had yet, wondering if they will still love him when he was old or if they would let him behind. Eddie sang about a letter that changed a man and made him happy once.

What Eddie didn't put it in the lyrics, but all Steve could hear, standing there, sobbing, barely able to breath, aching and broken, was that Eddie kept his promise.

He still loved him.

[holylulusworld]

Heavenly creature - Unbreakable Bonds (6)

Summary: A stranger saves you from an unfriendly encounter. Is he a knight in shiny armor?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Characters: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Princess Shuri

Warnings: heavy angst, language, hurt & comfort, clingy/possessive reader, fluff, dad!Steve

A/N: I usually do not describe my reader’s appearance/race. In this case I had to make an exception as it’s important for the storyline.

Divider by @firefly-graphics​

<< Part 5

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“Soldier, are we done for today?” You hopefully look at Bucky when he walks inside the examination room. Your face falls seeing Steve by his side. “Please?”

“We are almost done for today,” Steve softly says. “Our friend will run a few more tests, okay.”

You reluctantly nod. 

“They mean no harm,” Bucky adds. You visibly relax at his words. “How about we have lunch together? All of us.” He holds out his hand and forces a smile on his face.

“Yes,” you grab his hand and smile widely. “Can we have dessert too? I miss ice cream. I haven’t had some in ages.”

“Why?” Steve asks. “Ice cream is great.”

“They said it’s bad and…” You suck in a breath. The words just slipped out of your mouth before you could stop them. “Sugar is bad…feelings too…”

“Doll,” Bucky wraps his arms around you when you start to cry. “Hey, you can eat as much ice cream as you want to.”

“What if I can’t heal you because I ate sugar? What if you die?” You fist Bucky’s shirt. “I can’t risk losing you. It will be all my fault if you can’t be healed.”

Steve chokes out a sob. He witnessed Hydra’s cruelty more than once. But your broken voice telling them all the things Hydra planted in your young mind when you were a child, is unbearable to him.

“They won’t know, Y/N,” Steve tries once again to get your attention. “Bucky is healthy and strong. If he gets hurt, we can help him at the medic bay. We have doctors, and I can donate blood for him too. I’m a super-soldier, remember?”

“You can?” You lift your head and sniffle. “Is your blood as good as mine? Maybe it’s not as good…”

“Y/N, I’m your father. We share the same blood,” Steve holds back another sob when you reluctantly let go of Bucky to step toward him. “I’m a universal donor too.”

“Oh!” Your smile widens and you grasp Steve’s hand. “You can save my soldier too! Wonderful!”

Steve holds back a sigh. Your whole world seems to revolve around his friend. Since they broke the barrier you built in your mind to protect yourself from remembering your past, you lost interest in anything but Bucky. 

“We should eat now,” Steve murmurs, afraid to scare you off if he speaks any louder. “What do you like?”

“Pasta and ice cream,” you dreamily say. “Maybe we can have chocolate too, and pudding. I love pudding.”

“Hmm…tastes great,” you shovel the pasta in your mouth, ignoring people staring at you and the super-soldiers at your table. “What?” You cock a brow. “It’s good.”

“You should slow down,” Steve whispers, afraid to draw too much attention toward your table. “There is more than enough.”

“It’s delicious and I don’t want you to steal my food,” you pout at Steve before you look at Bucky. ��Why don’t you eat, soldier? You need food to stay strong and healthy.”

“I’m good,” Bucky barely touched the food in front of him. On your way to the restaurant, you talked non-stop about your past, and all the things your so-called parents forbid you. Like playing with your dolls or spending time with other kids.

You nod but worry Bucky might be sick. “Are you sick? Do you need me to help you?” You slip off the chair to press the back of your hand to Bucky’s forehead. “No temperature. That’s good. You’re not having a fever then.”

“Y/N,” Steve gets up from his chair to stop you from examining Bucky. “Please eat your food. Bucky is not sick. You need the food more than him.”

“Okay.”

Steve pulls the chair for you, nodding at his friend. “You need to eat something too, Buck. We don’t want Y/N to worry about you. Give her what she needs…”

“I’ll eat, doll,” Bucky lifts the spoon to his mouth. “See. No reason to worry about me all the time.”

You shyly glance at your plate. There is chaos in your mind. A part of you wants to be close to Bucky, and make sure he’s safe. And the little part that’s left of the shy librarian is screaming bloody murder and begs you to run for the hills if you get the chance to do so.

So far, you don’t know which part of your personality will win the war going on inside of you. You’d love it to be the part wanting to be close to Bucky. Because without him, who are you?

Steve shows you around the apartment they prepared at the Avengers’ tower for you. You follow him, barely sparing the furniture and decoration a glance.

“We got most of your things, some books too. If you need anything else, please let me know,” he hopefully looks at you, waiting for your response.

“That’s very kind of you, and Mr. Stark but—” you chew on your lower lip, afraid to anger the super-soldier. “Can I not stay with my soldier?”

“Y/N,” he sighs. “I know something tells you that you must stay close to Bucky, but it’s best if you stay here for a while. You need to time on your own, and to sort your thoughts.”

“I want—” you shake your head. “I need to stay close. Please don’t leave me here all alone with my thoughts. Please.” You grab Steve’s hand, tugging hard. “Please Dad…don’t leave me alone with them…”

“With whom?” he softly asks. “Y/N?”

“The ghosts of my past,” you whimper. “I can hear them in my head now. Mom. Dad. My aunt. The doctors. The men with the guns,” you sniffle. “They are screaming at me. If I’m close to the soldier, they are gone.”

“Oh, Y/N,” Steve wraps you in a hug. “I don’t know if it’s a good idea. Bucky hates himself for kidnapping and hurting you. He blames himself for forcing you to remember your past.”

“I hated my life before the soldier found me again. Nightmares and flashbacks aren’t new to me. I just didn’t know why the voices followed me around. At least now I know that I’m not crazy.

“If you want me to, I’ll ask Bucky if it’s okay that you stay with him for tonight.”

“Please.”

Steve wishes you’d seek his closeness. You’re a grown woman, still, Steve feels like he’s holding a newborn child in his arms. Not days ago, he believed he’d never get the chance to become a father, and now he’s holding his child in his arms.  

“We will ask him together. Okay. Don’t worry. Bucky is a good man and will not send you away. Get a few things and I’ll be waiting outside for you.”

Steve steps away to leave the room. He’s still torn between protecting you from his best friend and being happy that you trust Bucky enough to feel safe close to him.

“You’d have been a much better dad,” you murmur as Steve grabs the door handle. “Now I know why they never told me about you.”

“I wish I knew about you, Y/N. I’d have come to your aid and saved you and Bucky.”

“I know.”

“No programming and no manipulation?” Tony huffs. “That’s impossible. It’s like she’s programmed to follow Barnes like a puppy.”

Shuri shakes her head. “You don’t understand. In a way, she got manipulated by Hydra. But – the part of Y/N seeking White Wolf’s closeness is the part that remembers his kindness in times of need. I talked to her for hours and ran all the tests. It’s her, nothing more and nothing less.”

“I don’t—” Tony shakes his head. “How’s that possible?”

“Her vulnerable soul and broken mind tried to find a way to bear all the pain and treatment. Somehow, a bond between these tortured souls formed so many years ago. And I think it’s unbreakable…”

“Sold-“ you stop yourself from pouncing on Bucky. You nervously shuffle from one foot to the other, waiting for Bucky to tell you to get closer. “Bucky.”

“Hi,” Bucky offers a weak smile. “How are you?”

“I…” Dropping your gaze you shrug. “I don’t know, to be honest. I remember everything now. Hydra. You. My parents, who weren’t my parents. My time as a librarian. The soldier protecting me.”

“I remember you now too,” he slowly steps closer and holds out his hand. “Back then I made a promise to you. Do you remember?”

“Yes,” you nod and smile. “You said that no one will ever hurt me again. That you’ll save me and get me away from the bad people.”

“I will keep that promise from now on. I failed you in the past,” he takes your hand to gently hold it, “I won’t fail this time...”

The End...?

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[genderflu1dwh0r]

Are you stupid?

You can be racist and have POC friends, Jason is way worse than Billy any day. Jason isn't the one being abused by his father everyday, he isn't poor, he didn't get taken from his home and live with a step sibling that he didn't know that well.

Jason is a horrible person and got his friend to tackle Erica, then he held a gun at Lucas. You can't tell me that that isn't racist, you can't tell me that's worse than what Billy ever did. Jason said "I thought you were one of the good ones". That. Is. Racist.

Billy got his bad traits from his father. Billy got beat by his father. Billy was crying into the phone for his mom to come home. Billy had no support system. Steve was the only person that Billy bullied and tormented, and in my opinion, Steve is a worse character than Billy.

Steve threw slurs, while Billy got slurs thrown at him by his own father. Just because you don't care about abuse victims, doesn't mean you have to spread your hate.

I think that Billy just wanted Lucas to stop hanging around because if Neil found out, Billy would be the one getting beat. Neil would probably hurt Lucas way more than Billy could have ever done. Billy was protecting Max and himself, he was scared that Neil would find out. He did care and love Max, he just showed it in some confusing ways.

Also, the Duffer brothers are racist, they wanted Dacre to say the N word. Dacre protested and it ended up not happening. Billy saying the N word isn't canon, cause it didn't happen in the show. Stop always going to that excuse for him being a bad person. He never said any slur.

People say "if the actor wasn't hot, then people wouldn't have liked him" and I disagree. His character is very interesting. He has a backstory, he has trauma, he has an actual interesting plot unlike any other character. Dacre is also a very amazing actor, he was able to make Billy even more interesting.

Dacre has said that his art imitates his life. He put his own life into the character, he didn't have a great relationship with his dad, he has said this.

Max is a horrible person too, she drugged Billy with something that she didn't know was in, almost hit him with Steve's bat, screamed at him before leaving and stealing his car. Billy could have died on the floor, he was drugged and had no car. Tell me that that isn't abuse. Just because Billy grabbed her wrist ONE time, doesn't mean it's abuse.

Siblings fight all the time, it's just what happens. Especially how their family dynamics was. I and many others have fights with our siblings. You get over it in like a day. That doesn't make Billy a bad person. He did some really shitty things, yes. But that doesn't excuse all the hate he gets. He's a complex character, no other character is like him.

That's why he's my baby boy. I relate to him, I'm an abuse victim, I love knowing that I have a character to relate to. Stop blaming abuse victims on how they grew up, they can change. He could have changed if he didn't die. He could have, but nobody let him.

Nobody tried to help him. He didn't have a support system. The people who compare Jonathan to Billy are wild, cause Jonathan did have a support system, his mother did so much. Billy had nobody. His father beat him, hi stepmother did NOTHING to stop Neil, she just watched. She was clearly abused too, but she's the adult, she has to be there for Billy. She has to get Max away from all of this, which in season 4, she did. But she turned into an even worse mom.

Right here. He was trying to get help, he was trying to get the MF to get out. He wanted someone to help him. He kept fighting, and that's how he saved everyone on the day he died. He knew he was going to die, he was sobbing.

Try to think before talking bad against Billy.

Why do people say Vecna/Henry/Jason/Troy/James/Angela are better than Billy?

Vecna/Henry literally tried to kill children and the whole world. Billy wanted to have some fun and games, he would never go to prison for killing a child. He was never going to hit Mike, Lucas, Dustin, or Will.

Troy/James made Mike jump off of a fucking cliff while wanting to take Dustins teeth out. Tell me that isn't fucked. MIKE WOULD HAVE DIED IF EL WASN'T THERE!!

Jason held a fucking gun to Lucas's head and got Erica hurt. He sent a witch-hunt over Eddie and that ended up killing that poor boy. Literally, he was poor and Jason is a rich christian white boy. Tell me that isn't classist. Jason also did this to get information out of a kid.

Angela deserved the roller skate to the face for what she did to El. I would have done the same thing, El never deserved any of what she went through there.

Anyone going to object? Cause you can't, my points are spot on. Why aren't we gonna get mad at Jamie Campbell Bower over saying he relates to Vecna/Henry? If Dacre is bad for doing so, why can't we shame Jamie for the same thing?

I would count the MF taking over Billy like that as a reference of sexual assault. His body gets taken away from him, he is crying for help, he is scared and tried to tell someone. I've talked to SA survivors and they agree.

Anyway, I am pissed at Billy antis and I am just so done with them.

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Have you seen the movie gifted? It never fails to make me cry, Chris does so well in it and so does Makena god that girl knows how to act.

Honestly one of my favourite movies to date, father daughter duos are my fave. Chris acting as a parental figure is so sweet!! And who doesn't love a rough exterior guy who's good with kids.

It always loops me around to thinking about Steve having a kid dropped on him and having to navigate being a father, maybe a one night stand turned baby mama 9 months later who wants nothing to do with a baby.

Steve would be such a good dad too, I know he'd want the best for his kid. He'd have a big freak out initially and struggle but once he gets used to it a bit more he just loves it. He loves his kid and he knew that as soon as he laid eyes on the kid but now he actually has time to sit and just FEEL it. His little baby has his eyes and it makes him want to sit and cry.

One winter soldier saga later, Bucky is back and finds out Steve has a kid, maybe 2 or 3 at this point. Bucky is nervous staying with Steve while he's healing to begin with but with a kid in the house? No way. Steve manages to wrangle him to stay and Bucky and the baby actually form a little bit of a cute connection.

When Steve and Bucky find their romantic side again and Bucky is free from the hydra shit in his head, they really form their own little family. And god the domesticity of it all makes me want to cry and sob and cry. They'd both be such good dads and sooo protective, the best protected kid around I'm sure you can imagine.

I can totally see Steve and Bucky being the type of parents to be anxious messes when their baby starts school and their kid is as confident as ever, not even looking back as they run off to find friends.

Ragggh it just makes me wanna cry.

Parent Stucky for life 💔💔‼️‼️

I haven't seen Gifted (note my tag "watch? party?" lol). But, from the clips/gifs on Tumblr, it seems really sweet and like, yeah, they both do wonderfully in it!

Even though I haven't seen it, it's still wild to me whenever I realize just how old McKenna is now, haha. Like, she's still acting, but most often, because I'm not an avid consumer of movies/TV/series, I come across her in the music scene and like... when did this little girl turn into a teenage punk rock icon? 💀💀

I love it.

"And who doesn't love a rough exterior guy who's good with kids."

I have no idea! I don't even want kids personally, or really like kids all that much (I didn't grow up around younger kids and so they're a total mystery to me, lol) and it still gets me, lmao. Especially when it's Chris and/or stucky.

Steve would be such a good dad, yeah!! He'd take after his mama and be great at it <3 Definitely an adjustment, too, but he can handle it.

"He loves his kid and he knew that as soon as he laid eyes on the kid but now he actually has time to sit and just FEEL it. His little baby has his eyes and it makes him want to sit and cry."

AW

I am so amused by the idea that Steve either continues to have accidental children with one night stands because, one, that's just funny to me, two, how carried away can you get, wouldn't you learn your lesson after one misstep, no matter how much you love your baby, wrap that super dick up, Steven, and, three, not so funny, but I can actually see that happening because if this is canon Steve, why would people stop at trying to steal his blood? They'd probably also want his super serum babies, too. Then, maybe it's not that he's forgetting to wrap it before he taps it, but those pretty gals are poking holes in his condoms, acting as more heads of HYDRA 👀

So, my addition to this is me saying more kids. Not just one. By the time Bucky shows up, I want him to have two or three, haha. Like, Bucky is so fucking confused. He's like, there is one child... okay, there are two?... wait. THREE?! STEVEN, I TOLD YOU TO NOT DO ANYTHING STUPID UNTIL I GOT BACK. WHY DO YOU HAVE THREE OFFSPRING. AND--w-without me? 👉🏻👈🏻

Oh my god, though, yeah, Bucky is reeling from that. He doesn't know what to make of it. He is very much refusing at first, but I think it would end up being really good for him.

Besides, it's cute. Steve feels very, very domestic with a kid (or two) and Bucky in his house.

Exactly! The domesticity! Just their little family. Adorable <3

Oh, for sure, they're anxiety ridden parents. They both got to therapy ('cause god they need it), and they go to therapy together, and their therapist is constantly, gently reminding them that they shouldn't be so overprotective or helicoptering their kid(s). Like, sure, it's logical for the kid(s) of Captian America and The Winter Soldier, but it's only logical to a certain extent. Their baby needs to be able to have alone time and develop their own independence, too. They're teaching their kid(s) and learning themselves, too.

If you're still in the mood for kid fics, might I suggest:

"Setting: In A Honeymoon" by me

and

"you will always be my favorite form of loving" by thiccbuckybarnes

and that's it because I don't normally read kid fics myself, haha

[kikidoesfanfic]

Demogorgon daily prompt for the word Lucas on the Stranger Things Writers Guild! G

Assume the setup for this is Steve carrying Eddie into the ER all bloodied and heroic before eventually collapsing cause sepsis and concussions and such and such and ending up in the hospital as well. It's been a few days, Max is awake cause El, Eddie is cleared, things are great.

~~~

"-eel safer when you're around, even Mike." Eddie surfaces disoriented, hears a voice but can't quite place it in the moment of groginess with the beeping and the stark white room assaulting his eyes and the hospital smells burning at his nose. "You know he'd never admit that though."

A pause.

"Louisville beat out LSU by eleven yesterday, it was a pretty good game, I thought maybe we could watch it, I got my dad to... tape it... for me." Lucas, the voice is Lucas, wobbly as it gets towards the end. "The finals are tomorrow so, you should hurry up and wake up, you know? You're gonna miss it. I know Indiana didn't get very far but, you like Louisville right?"

Eddie cracks his eyes back open slowly, brightness of the room a lot less harsh the second go around, and looks over towards where Lucas is sitting. His back is facing Eddie and he's perched in a chair at someone's bedside, *Steve's bedside*. which, shit, the last thing Eddie remembers is... huh, bats, telling Dustin he loved him, Steve's worried face hovering over him.

So what happened to Steve?

"I have to go soon, Mom wants help setting up Max's room, she's gonna stay with us until she can get the casts off her arms, remember?" Lucas sighs, "I think she was hoping you'd wake up before she got sent home, it'll be hard to bring her to visit."

Eddie doesn't know if he should interrupt the moment, Lucas' voice taking on that wet quality that signals tears, Eddie's never been the best at dealing with tears. Hasn't been the best at dealing with Lucas in general really, which, he grimaces, is something he still needs to fix.

"Steve. Come on man you have to wake up soon. You promised to take me to see the Pacers, who else is gonna do that?" A sniffle, and Eddie can see Lucas wipe his sleeve across his face. "None of the other's even came to my game, but you-"

He sobs, a cut off quiet sound hand coming up to cover his mouth, and it gives Eddie time to feel like shit about that one before Lucas continues. God he was a dick about that, Steve had chewed him out about it too.

"I was on the bench and you still came." Lucas' voice lowers to a whisper and he adds, "you have to get better, Steve, nobody else understands like you do."

He stands, taking a deep breath to settle himself he grabs Steves hand, giving it a pat and then fiddles with his blankets so they sit just so.

"Dustin will be here in a few, I'll see you soon, Steve, rest up." Call Eddie a coward, though he thinks he's earned a few weeks leeway on that at the very least, but he quickly snaps his eyes shut before Lucas can turn. He shouldn't have heard any of that, it wasn't for him, he has things to make right with the kid but now's not the time for that either.

Lucas pauses at the foot of Eddie's bed on his way out, taps the railing twice before he goes on his way.

Yeah, they definitely need to talk, Eddie thinks as he opens his eyes again to look over at Steve resting quiet in his bed. He's got a few apologies to make, jocks aren't all bad, after all.

AO3

[joehawke]

since people agree with me on my last post; Reasons Steve Harrington needs to have a breakdown in season 5 and why the duffers deserve to give Joe Keery the scene(s) he would SERVE: a small but crucial thread

- mr man got drugged and heavily beat up by fucking RUSSIANS and you just expected him to never talk about it again? Or have literally not ONE single person ask if he was okay?? My boy was on the floor unconscious while Robin pleaded for them to do something cause she thought her new friend was dead and you expect the two of them to pretend that wasn’t traumatic asf?? - there was definitely trauma behind his “king Steve” days and why he became king Steve but I won’t get into that right now - everyone knows the codes in his parental trauma, c’mon duffers let’s bring it to light. I need to see Steve just finally break over not having a family to go home to. Like - after star court when he’s watching all his friends hug their family and he’s just standing there with a sad smile?? Yeah no, we should’ve seen him go home alone and break down in his empty and quiet living room. Or even let him talk about it. Someone needs to ask something and he finally just spills what everyone already knew and THEN some. Childhood trauma he’s repressed that one day finally comes to life. His dad was a, and I quote, “grade a asshole” and he was more scared of his FATHER finding out about the whole barb situation than the police and that’s not a red flag to anyone as to who his father is and why he’s scared?? I could go on and on about Steve Harrington’s bad parents and how it’s affected him and the headcanons I have that go along with it - We all already know Stevie boy is fruity as they come, let’s see a scene where he has a bi panic/breakdown. (Not to diminish Robin’s scene in the slightest), but we need a bathroom scene but vice verca roles now. We know the duffers would never outright talk about Steve’s sexuality because they’re cowards and like to make people suffer, but the least they could do is hint at it and give the people what they want and the real ones will understand. He needs to have a bathroom scene and I said what I said (again though, not to forget about Robin’s scene or outshine her scene in anyway). - Let’s talk about how he’s only 19 (was only 17-18 when the whole upside down shit started) and he’s the only one who doesn’t get to show the tole it’s taking on him because he’s the “oldest” of the group? No thanks. He needs to be at his LIMIT. I need to see him BREAK over exhaustion and fear. I need him to break down in front of EVERYONE (well, the people who matter) and I need the others to see the emotional and physical tole this has taken on him that they’ve just completely missed. I need him on the floor SOBBING and blubbering and heaving out how “I have trauma too!” And how “he’s alone!” - Now, let’s talk about how Steve was supposed to die in season one but they liked Joe Keery’s Performance so much they decided to keep his character and play around with it. It just goes to show how great Joe is and why he would put his entire ass into giving us the best and saddest Steve Harrington breakdown of all time because I just know Joe is also asking him, was my character born without tear ducts cause what is this?? First statement being said, I have a strong suspicion he’ll die in the next season and if he does, all I have to say is, that was NOT the breakdown we wanted duffers

[billkaulitzwife]

i saw ur outsiders post abt the little sister and i love it sm 😭 i was wondering if u could do hcs with the gang where the curtis brothers younger sister reminds them a lot like mrs.curtis, she older than pony but younger than soda and darry, thank you <3

Ms. Curtis.

Mr and Mrs Curtis knew they wanted a big family. With Darry, then Soda and Y/N, then Pony and Addie. With two sets of twins, they were always occupied.

"Mom" this, "Dad!" that, "MAAA!" those. Whatever went on in their minds, they always had a great time. Darry never felt left out because of the other four siblings he had. He always favoured Y/N.

She reminded the boys of Mom all the time. Darry was never ready to say goodbye to Ma. She was his everything. Those 19 years were always his favourite. The twins were 15 and 13 so it obviously hit them hard.

Addie never had much of a bond with her Mom, but she obviously still missed her. Y/N was the spitting image of Ma. The boys would always ask for her to cook and what not.

Y/N would constantly try to calm the boys down whenever she smiled too hard and reminded them. Darry looked like their dad which didn't help either.

Soda

"Y/N, you look so much like Mom." I told her.

"Yeah, yeah. Means you do, too. Twin brother."

I admired everything about my twin sister.

She was kind

she cared

she was a bright soul!

But that smile.

Her smile made me burst out into a million tears.

I just wanted to be held in her arms forever if I could.

I love my sister. Not like that, but I just love my sisters so much.

Addie got Mom's attitude

and Y/N got her face.

Darry got most of Dad's features, and Pony got his outview on the world.

We felt more loved by them than anyone could ever fathom to show

or even admit to.

Whenever Y/N would come into the DX just to say hi cuz she got outta gymnastics or school.

"Hey Sodapop!" She'd say, then sarcastically say, "Hi, Steve," in an annoyed tone.

Just like Mom would when I brought Steve home after school.

Y/N would drive me to the gym sometimes and we'd weight lift and play basketball together.

She was always better at volleyball though.

One day, all of us Curtis kids went out and played volleyball at the beach. Twins vs Twins.

Man Pony and I looked stupid.

It reminded me of when Mom and Dad took us to the beach.

All because Darry was reffing or walking along the shore and Y/N was playing with us or sitting in the shade.

I always wanted hugs from Darry and Y/N.

Because whenever they held me in their arms, I felt like a kid again.

It felt like Mom and Dad were home.

Darry

"They aren't coming back, guys."

I looked around the room and saw the 4 sets of glossy eyes looking back into mine.

Sodapop had stared at the floor for a solid minute.

Addie had screamed and broke into tears.

Ponyboy buried his head into Addie's shoulder, hugging her tight as they both cried.

Y/N stood up, tears falling down her face and smushed herself in my arms.

Y/N was the only one who seemed to care how I felt in the moment.

As the others were crying, her and I were sobbing into eachother.

I remember Mom teaching her and I her recipes because we were the only ones that loved her cooking enough to want to cherish it.

I had sometimes looked at a picture of Y/N and thought it was Mom.

I knew I looked like Dad and I knew the others knew it.

Soda had looked up to me for the while that Dad hasn't been around.

After about a month the younger twins, especially Addie, had started needing a bedtime story.

Pony requested Y/N, and Addie wanted me. I understood why.

Addie loved Dad. Pony loved Mom.

But it was Soda who needed the most support.

He would look at all of us together and shake the picture so it formed Mom and Dad's faces.

Sodapop needed us, and we needed him.

He went silent and always cuddled with Y/N. He missed Momma's snuggles and stories.

We all relied on Y/N to make up some story before we all passed out to sleep.

Soda would rub my back while the others had already fallen asleep together on the couch.

Y/N was our sister.

But Y/N looked like our Mom.

Pony

When Mom and Dad died I didn't know how to deal with it.

I was 13

It was hard.

Y/N was then on my closest thing to my mom.

I was always closer to my mom than I was Dad.

Pretty sure we were all "Mommy's boys" or "Daddy's girls",

So it definitely hurt when Darry told us.

I remember what it felt like to see Darry cry for the first time since we was little.

One morning I woke up earlier than usual and the house was more alive than ever.

Steve, Johnny, and Sodapop were sitting on the couch just chatting

Two-Bit was none the doubt sitting in front of the television drinking a beer

Addie was sitting in Darry's chair while Dallas was sitting in front of her

Then Y/N and Darry were making breakfast for everyone.

" What's goin' on?" I asked

"Good morning sleepyhead!" Addi called, moving over for me to sit with her. "Two-Bitch and Dallas stole some stuff from the convenience store and Steve brought stuff from the DX so we could all have a nice breakfast."

"Y'know like old times, lil buddy." Steve piped up.

I looked at Y/N and Darry and for a second I thought Mom and Dad were home. I went in the kitchen to help out and made everyone's plates.

"Hey, Mom, I need another plate." I said in my subconscious.

"Huh?" Y/N looked at me like I was insane.

"We need one more plate for Steve."

"Ponyboy, you called me Mom."

"Oh, sorry, I'm a little tired!" I smiled.

Oh right, it's just my sister.

I looked around. Even Dallas looked worried for me. "Pony, come to our room for a second?" Addi said, getting up from the chair.

I did, just to hear my least favourite sentence again.

"She's not coming back."

Addie

I knocked on Darry's door the first night.

"What's up, Ads?"

I just sniffled and threw myself into his arms. He held me for a few minutes before Soda heard me crying.

We had a family meeting that night.

"Sodapop, what do you have of mom and dad?" It was definitely something.

Darry had a bunch of birthday cards and dad's flannels

Sodapop had a picture and a sweater Mom made for him (we all have one)

Y/N had Mom's perfume and a bunch of nail polish

Pony had Dad's cologne and a story him and Mom wrote

Then it came down to me. I had a stuffed bulldog that Dad bought me when I was little, and for awhile I didn't want to realise I had Mom's favourite dress.

Only because I looked like her when I wore it.

I may not have been close to my mom but I still had a connection with her.

Y/N had always been motherly to me. She was an amazing big sister.

She braided my hair when Mom couldn't

She helped me get dressed when I was little

She pushed me to get out of bed after they died.

I didn't sleep for about two weeks.

Someone took my dog out of my room and that's why I couldn't get up.

When I finally went to sleep, it was because Y/N and Darry had given me a bedtime story.

Pony would wake up some nights and just rub my back.

"Addie we have school you have to sleep."

"I can't."

"I'll get Darry."

"Okay.."

Then Darry would read Pony and I to sleep.

Y/N

I wanted to break down when Mom and Dad died.

I couldn't bear it.

I cried for a week straight

Ponyboy had talked to me about the sunrise and sunsets

One day all of us watched the sunset and I noticed some of Mom's features in the clouds.

Like she was watching down on us.

Darry and I from then on took motherly and fatherly traits.

We would make breakfast together most mornings if the others didn't already.

I remember how Addie would just eat toast or something small

And how Sodapop would eat only eggs

It hurt a lot when Ponyboy called me Mom for the first time.

I know Sodapop and I look a lot like mom but the fact it got so hard for everyone hurt even more

I had to give Soda bedtime stories sometimes.

I told him about Snow White and Cinderella

And I made up stories about Barbie and Ken.

It hurt me to see my twin brother missing our Mom so much.

But it hurt me more to see Addie.

She would come into mine and Soda's room either before school or at night. "Sister can you braid my hair?"

One time Pony came with her "Can we have a bedtime story?"

I ended up coping by drawing and crafting with the others

We had a bunch of random crafts lying around after that,

But it was okay...

Because my siblings had their mom back.

...i hate you anon.❤

anyways guys sorry for no posts !!!!!! i uninstalled tumblr on my phone💔 heart broken rn.

okay bye my sillies ily goldens :33

[babyjakes]

｡･*･ right here. [blurb.] ･*･ﾟ

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event masterlists | nyx's half, eun's half

summary | no matter what, sydney has one person she knows will always be there.

featured from the rogers family | steve rogers (dad), sydney rogers (16 year old daughter)

warnings | angsty!! but so sweet, dad!steve is so so so sweet waaaaah :’-)

an | of course i had to write a little something for the man who started it all for me, so i hope you all enjoy this sad and sweet comfort blurb for a teenage heartbreak!! <3<3

Curled up together on the couch, Sydney clung to her father like her life depended on it. Every movement hurt, each new breath rattling through her lungs more painfully than the last. It took such great effort just to keep herself going; each second of it broke Steve’s heart. But it was a kind of sickness he knew all too well, something that could only be soothed by small comforts and the cruel yet inevitable passage of time.

“I know, darlin’. I know, I got you. I’m right here, sweetheart.” Steve kept his little girl’s head tucked into the crook of his neck, his hand rubbing broad circles over her back. She shook through her sobs, the sound of her cries enough to bring Steve to his knees. “You’re okay, Syd. I know it hurts so much, I know. But you’re okay, you’re not alone. I’m right here with you, honey.”

Sniffling, the girl lifted her head, her wide blue eyes searching for her dad’s matching set. As their gazes met, Steve’s heart clenched in his chest; he had never seen her in so much agony, so much despair. “Hey bub,” he hummed, cupping her cheek. “I got you, doll. You need anything? Some more tissues? Or some water?”

Eyes bursting with tears, Sydney shook her head, and Steve could almost predict the words that would tumble from her lips next. “N-no, Dad. Just need him.”

Brow raising in soft understanding, the man nodded. “I know, honey. I’m so sorry. I wish I could make it all better, make this all go away. But I’m right here, doll, okay? Right here, not going anywhere.”

Rubbing her eyes, Syd managed a smile at that. For as long as she could remember, it had been something her father always said whenever she needed it most, without ever needing prompting. He just knew what she needed; he always did. “Right here,” she whispered, taking his hand to give it a squeeze.

“That’s right, angel,” Steve crooned, pulling her back into his arms. “Stupid boys will come and go, but Dad will always be right here.”

[zooblephooey]

domination

[Dallas Winston x male reader] [blow job, hand jobs, needy Dallas, movie!Dallas, dom reader]

Lowkey might start posting my writing

this is HEAVILY inspired from a Johnny x Dally fic from ao3 but i can't find it :(

Dallas strolled down the street, hands in his pockets. He occasionally glanced around, searching for a certain someone.

You. 

Dally made his way to one of your more frequented hangouts, the DX where Sodapop and Stevie worked. Dallas pulled open the door, a bell ringing.

Sodapop was sitting behind the corner, drinking from a bottle. He had bruises littering his jaw and neck. He stood when Dallas entered, "Hey!" Soda greeted.

"Hey. Y/N here?" Dally leaned against the counter, fiddling with a knife in his pocket. "Yeah. He's out workin' with Steve. You know, in the back."

"Great. Think he's busy?" Dallas asked. "Never enough for you." Sodapop winked. Dally chuckled, "Shut up kid." Soda stuck out his tongue as Dallas walked to the back.

Dally pushed open the door, a smirk dancing on his lips as he spotted you. You were talking with Steve Randle as he threw trash out. You let out a yelp as Dally rushed behind you, lifting you from the ground.

You thrashed in your lover's grasp, unaware of who it was. Steve had ducked out of your sight and you began to fumble to grasp your knife from your pocket. You let out a soft sob as you dropped your knife to the ground, instead forcing Dally's arm close enough to your mouth to bite down hard.

Dallas released you, and let out a grunt. "Kid, it's me," Dallas puffed. You turned, laying a hard punch onto the older man's face. "Fuck off! Why'd you do that?" You shouted, picking up your knife from the concrete.

Dallas gripped his jaw as Steve came out laughing from behind the dumpster. "Jeez, Y/N! Nice hit." Steve held up his hand to highfive you.

"Damnit, Dallas." You sighed, ignoring Steve. He lowered his hand, stepping around you both and heading inside.

Dally slouched, "Sorry. I should'a known better." You rolled your eyes. "It's okay. Sorry for the punch." Dally looked up, grinning slightly. "It was a good'n, no worries."

Dallas laughed as you hugged him, gently wrapping his arms around you. "I hate'cha so much, Dal." You chuckled.

"Yeah, yeah. You wanna go home?" Dallas swayed you both back and forth. "Mhm. Were ya looking for me?"

"A little." He admitted, releasing you. "Why? You horny?" You teased, watching as his face flushed red. "You make me sound like a pervert, kid." He pulled a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it and taking a slow drag. You couldn't help but be turned on when he blew the smoke out his nose, offering you the cigarette.

"You have a place in mind?" You asked, taking the cancer stick. You took a drag, watching Dallas think. "Your place?" He asked. "Nah. My folks are home. They see me with a boy and they'll put a bullet through my head."

How about yours?" You handed the cig back, and Dally nodded. "My pop ain't never home. You ready to go?"

You nodded, and Dallas led the way out through the store.

Dally and you made small talk on the way to his house, and luckily didn't run into any socs. You arrived at the ravenette's house, and he led you into the kitchen before checking to see if his dad was home. When you asked, he just responded with "He shows up sometimes."

Dallas led you to his room, and you sat down on his bed, smoothing your hand over his sheets.

Dally sat down beside you, licking the shell of your ear. You giggled, twisting and capturing his lips on yours.

You pulled back, leaning your head against Dallas' chest. You unbuttoned and unzipped Dally's jeans, tugging them off. Dallas pushed you onto your back, licking your neck.

You gripped his shoulders, rolling the two of you over on his bed. "What're you doin', Y/N?" He whispered, threading a hand into your hair. You straddled his lap, nipping at his jaw.

Dallas wasn't used to this, especially not from you. He'd always been the one marking you. You sucked on a spot below his jaw, and Dally felt his eyes roll into the back of his head. He let out a groan, biting his lip as he controlled the strong urge to cum right then and there.

"What do you mean?" You whispered, nipping the same spot and pulling another groan from him. "I dunno man, you're…. assertive. Not used to you being like that." You sat up, meeting his eyes. You crawled closer to him, settling directly above his bulge. You rocked your hips, leaning and whispering into his ear, "Is that okay? Me being assertive, I mean."

Dallas felt his mouth run dry. When the hell did you gain this confidence, and why was it turning him on so much? God, he nearly started babbling like a baby as you moved your hips against his. He couldn't just let you take over, Dallas had to be in control, he craved control. Doesn't matter what aspect of life he's referring to. But the way you were talking to him, and treating him was so new and refreshing and hot and he just wanted to see how this was going to end. 

"Yeah, Y/N, yeah it's okay."

You pressed your lips together with his, before attacking his neck. Dallas let out a small sigh as you backed off enough to take both his and your shirts off.

You leaned over, leaving kisses and hickeys over his chest, down his happy trail and to the hem of his boxer briefs. You glanced up at Dallas, with his hands fisting in the sheets and his brows furrowed.

"You like that, huh Dal?" You bit down on the inside of his thigh, and he let out a breathy moan. "Can I take these off?" You asked gently, and Dally nodded quickly. He sat up, moving to the headboard and helping you get his boxers off.

"Y/N, you're gonna kill me here. Please do so- holy fuck." Dallas let out a loud groan as you licked a stripe up his erection. He'd never received head before. Yeah, He'd bumped uglies with a couple of hot chicks at Buck's place, but whenever he'd ask they'd always reject him.

You hovered over his hard on, letting your drool gather on his tip. Dally's legs bent and wrapped around you, and you gripped his hips. You wrapped your fist loosely around his erection, leaning over and swirling your tongue over his tip.

"Holy-ly shit, kid, that's good." He stammered, lacing his fingers into your hair. It took everything he had not to shout at you to just hurry up and let him cum, and he instead rocked his hips gently.

You wrapped your lips around his shaft, slowly lowering your head until you began to gag around him. You heard Dallas whimper above you, "Please, Y/N," he whispered, and let out a startled moan when you began to jerk him off while bobbing your head on his erection.

You scooted up slightly for a better angle, and in the process shifted yourself in your pants. You moaned at how tight they were against your almost painfully hard erection. Your moan rumbled against Dallas' dick and he looked down, biting his lip as you palmed yourself while sucking his dick.

"Get up here, kid." He gruffed, lifting you by the hair. You panted deeply, drool dribbling off your chin. He helped you out of both your jeans and boxers.

You crawled into his lap, and grasped both of your erections and began pumping them together. Dallas moaned, leaning his head against your shoulder.

"I'm gonna, holy shit, fuck, oh Dal.." you threw your head back, thrusting into your hand. "I love you, Dally, holy fuck," you panted, and that pushed Dallas over the edge as he puffed out your name. You whimpered, legs trembling around Dally's as you came hard, biting your lip.

Your breath steadied as you and Dally sat in your own sweat and cum. "Wait," Dally panted. "Hm?" You wrapped your arms around him, resting your head on his shoulder.

"Kid, you love me?" He whispered. You giggled a little. "I'm pretty sure I do, Dal. Ain't it obvious?" He looked at you with an odd smile, chuckling. "Guess so." He agreed.

You didn't bother pressing on if he loved you, that would take some time for him to come to terms with if this carried on. 

You peeled yourself from him, using a towel to clean yourself off. You tossed the towel to Dallas, laying back down on the bed.

"Thanks, kid." he whispered as he chucked the towel to the floor. "For hm?" You rolled onto your side, gazing at him.

"Making me jizz so hard my toes are tingling." He chuckled, looking away. You laughed.

"I think I love you too." He pulled your head into his lap, playing with your hair. "Yeah? You think so?"

"Mhm." He pressed a kiss to your lips.

feel free to give advice cuz uhh ain't written in a bit b4 this

[mara-and-its-the-same]

One half of the world cannot understand the pleasures of the other 🪐- pick a character and come up with a prompt and I’ll write an angst blurb <3

steve harrington (are you noticing a trend?) + the prompt "so this is goodbye?"

I honestly did not think I could write angst but I’m pretty happy with this one <3 ✨

"Steve, come on, hey, please. Don't leave."

"What choice do I have?"

"We can figure it out, please?" You're on the verge of tears at this point. He's already gotten half his mind out the door and he's still 3 steps away from it; and you can't bring him back.

He hasn't looked you in the eye since you chased him downstairs, the way your voice was slowly breaking was tearing him apart, knowing that he caused it.

He wanted to say your name, wanted to address you properly for what may well be the last time, but if Steve Harrington is going down, he's going down swinging. "Sweetheart"

He's reaching down your throat and trying to rip your heart out. "No, please don't."

"You've gotta let me go."

"Your dad can't–Steve, he doesn't own you."

"Don't bring him into this."

Oh– so he's doing this on his own, that's what this is. That was the tipping point, the dam broke, vision blurry, deep breaths marred by an involuntary staccato. Not sobs, he wouldn't get the satisfaction, or whatever it was he was looking for that would make him end a 14 month relationship out of the blue, under the guise of a new job in another state.

You'd go with him, he knows you would.

"How can I not? Could you just– christ, could you just look at me?"

He still stood with his gaze on a fixed axis from the door down to the 7 tiles leading to it, occasionally rubbing his forehead every so often. He looked up and he wished hell upon himself for even thinking about doing this to you. He was protecting you. Vecna may be gone but Dick and Candace Harrington are forever. He looked right back down, hardly meeting your eye for even a second.

"When's your flight?"

Whatever he was before, he was scared now. Through your tears and his mistakes, your voice took on that cold cadence it did when the elders of the Harrington clan started assaulting you with questions about your work, when you’re settling down, snide comments about your hair, your clothes, your major, any of it. He knew you’d go with him. He knew you’d suffer through every dinner party with a bright smile and stiff answers. He knew he couldn’t ask that of you.

“Sunday, 4:30.”

“So you’re just leaving, just like that? You’re not even gonna try?”

“What is there to try for!?”

Oh— you tried to swallow around that lump that felt like one of the fat chocolate covered strawberries he’d just bought over reformed in your throat. “I—“ You closed your eyes and you couldn’t help the way your face drew in, only to relax on the third slow exhale. “You should go.”

“So that’s it then?”

“You want me to fight for you now?! No, no I’m not going to fight for you when you’ve just given up fighting for me. Please just—“

He crossed those 7 tiles and got one foot out the threshold before turning around. “If I ever come back…” You couldn’t even fathom the idea. What was he even asking for? He comes back from god knows where, not for you, but he’ll make a pit stop to buy you a drink? He goes west young man, and comes back with his great fortune just in time to pick you right back up. An open book, forgotten on the coffee table. You could only shake you head. “So this- so this is goodbye then?”

You didn’t mean to sound bitter, you tried with every last ounce of your dwindling strength. Turns out you’re weaker than you thought. “You’re the one leaving.”

The face he made. If he hadn’t just pushed your own heart into your own hand and squeezed, you would have held him so tight, dropping to both your knees in the foyer, rocking side to side, stroking through his hair.

He said your name, a whisper, a breath, he knows “I’m sorry. I love— I love you.”

“I know.” You smiled something melancholy, and you didn’t care how loud the lock clicking behind him was.

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[nburkhardt]

Somebody Loves You, You Got A Friend (part 2)

(Part one)

It’s been nearly a week since everything was flipped and he’s no longer “King Steve”, no longer friends with Tommy and Carol, them jumping ship when Billy rolled into town.

Without a girlfriend or friends, he’s a little lonely right now.

Calling the number on the matchbox is easy, especially when it’s only his mom and him in the house today, so he grabs hold of the phone and dials it.

“Munson Residence, if this is Hagen again, I’m gonna hang up” a smooth voice floods his ear and he’s so glad his mom is working outside, because the sharp intake of breath would’ve had her eavesdropping immediately.

“Uh, hi, it’s- it’s Steve, Steve Harrington” he stumbles over his words, “you- left your-“

He’s interrupted by a chuckle, “I’m surprised you even called, Harrington.”

“Why would you give me your number if you didn’t think I’d call?”

“Considering you were sobbing like crazy, dude. I’m surprised you even got home, I realized after I should’ve driven you home. But, I didn’t think you’d like being seen with the resident freak”

Frowning, he looks out the window to spy on his mom, she’s too busy with her flowers. “Truthfully? I don’t give a shit who I’m seen with. I don’t know if you’ve heard but I’m on the bottom of the totem pole”

A snort, then continued laughter is filling his ear and he’s smiling like an idiot. Clearly, he’s been in the wrong crowd since school started. Because that laugh? He would absolutely kill to hear it every day of his life.

“Aren’t you a surprise, your highness. How about this, you come over and we’ll do a trail run. Sound good?”

He nodded, like an idiot. A smile growing on his face and he only knows this because his mom is inside and laughing at him. Scowling at her, he forces himself to talk, “sounds great, I’ll be there”

Eddie responds with a ‘see you soon’ as he hangs up and Steve just scowls at his mom as she walks up to him, “aren’t you adorable when you’re flustered”

Groaning, “I’m not flustered! I’m- anyway! I’m going to a friends place”

She laughs again, kissed his forehead and went on her way to shower. “Have a good time and remember to be safe!”

Throwing his head back with a groan, he went on his way to his own room to get properly dressed yelling out an ‘I love you and be home later’ to her as he walks out the door and into the unknown.

The test run, as it turns out was an amazing time. Despite running in different circles, having nearly nothing in common, they get along so well, it’s almost scary. Eddie’s all metal and nerdy, while he’s all pop and sports.

Truly the odd couple.

———

Rumors at school immediately spread wild and fast.

Not that he cared, actually, he and Eddie make it a game. Who can hear the wildest one, so far, Eddie’s heard that Steve is buying his friendship. Which, rude.

Steve will freely admit, he’s never had this much fun in years. His mom even admitted this is the happiest she’s seen him in a while and she’s happy to see it. (His dad is, of course, disappointed to hear about the lack of Hagen friendship. But doesn’t say anything else, thankfully.)

After only a week, he decided to introduce his mom to Eddie and eventually it’ll be a mistake with the two teaming up against him. But after the dinner, he’s unfortunately embarrassed by his mom talking and showing baby Steve to his new friend.

If he’s being honest, which he tends to be, he hopes Eddie is more than a friend someday.

And once Eddie is heading home, his mom corners him and he can see the twinkle in her eye. “That boy, is an absolute delight! A way better fit than Nancy, sweetie.”

Has Steve mentioned how much he loves his mother? Because truly, if anyone understood him, it’s her.

They don’t say anything more, because really, they don’t need too. They’re comfortable right now and life is so much better when they’re happy.

—

Ending it there for now :) again, this story is mostly slice of life with honestly no real plot to it. It was originally just a fun story I was writing for myself because at the time it was alllll I wanted and there wasn’t many fics with the exact thing I wanted. Anyway, hope you enjoyed it!

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