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Steve Has Older Siblings AU: Robin Edition
In an ideal world, Steve’s family life is completely separate from everything important. But in an ideal world, monsters don’t exist so, you know.
1. Technically the first of Steve’s siblings that Robin meets is Jason because he came into Scoops Ahoy to be an asshole. Robin liked to see King Steve knocked down a peg or two more than the next person but not by a forty year old (he’s 32) loser who has nothing better to do on a Tuesday afternoon. Robin sees him knock Steve’s hat off his head and then informs him that they had a zero tolerance harassment policy (they don’t) and they can and are denying him service. “So leave, now.”
2. The first time she is aware that she’s meeting one of Steve’s siblings is after Starcourt burns down. They were drugged, tired, and Russians took Steve’s car keys so it felt like a good idea to just lay back on the hood of the Beemer and watch the smoke swirl in the air until they come up with what to do.
They never think of anything, and she is startled awake the next morning hungover and dehydrated by someone laying on their horn. Robin looks at the car and then at Steve, and then asks, “Is that your dad?”
Steve - looking somehow worse than yesterday - just blinks in the direction of the car like, “Richie?”
“Get in the car,” Richie practically seethes, barely lets them get in before he starts asking questions like, what the fuck and are you high, right now?”
“I don’t dooo drugs, Dad,” Steve spat out annoyed and Robin, in the backseat, felt compelled to adds, “Drugs do me.”
They both start giggling and can’t stop even when Richie tries to lecture them.
3. Robin meets Jason again when he attacks her.
She doesn’t remember much about the car ride back to Loch Nora or how Steve convinced Richie not to take them to the hospital, but she remembers flopping face first onto Steve’s cloud of a bed. She remembers him taking her shoes off for her and pulling the covers up.
Then she is rudely woken up by a hand yanking her out of bed and big arms wrapping around her head. They’re barely there before Steve is shoving them off her like, “Fuck off, Jason.”
“Carver?” She asks but, no. It’s the dick from the mall. She is ignored while Jason prattles on about how it’s not his fault that Steve looks so much like a girl that he confused him with one. Then he’s whistling about how Steve has a girl in his bed and how surprising that is to them considering they all thought he was a queer.
Robin stiffens beside him. New queer ally, Steve Harrington, not wanting her to be uncomfortable, blurts out, “What if I am?”
And the room goes quiet. Steve’s quiet. Jason’s frozen. Richie, coming in through the door, wasn’t moving. This family doesn’t really paint a picture of unconditional love and acceptance so Robin throws her entire (unsuccessful) theater career into use and slugs Steve in the arm with a snort like, “Yeah, right. With all the girls you flirt with? Ha!”
And everything comes back to life. The hospital conversation comes up and morphs into an argument immediately. Robin is just happy to fade into the background and observe.
4. Robin probably should’ve met Claire that day too but the hospital was an apparent disaster. She actually meets Claire randomly at Family Video.
She sees a woman who’s kinda cute come in and peruse the shelves. She comes to the counter where Robin is on register and Steve is stocking candy right next to her.
She’s carrying The Muppet Movie and makes small talk about watching it with her kids, and never looks twice in Steve’s directly. She’s not in the system and just laughs, “It’s probably under my maiden name, Harrington.”
Robin gives her a tight smile and finishes the transaction. Claire leaves with barely a ‘bye’ to her brother and Robin decides right there that she hates them all.
#Robin makes Steve sit down and actually tell her what is up with his family. he begrudgingly does#robin: wow. screw them. I’m your family now. no arguments#Steve feeling like he could cry: okay#Richie woke up to news that the mall burnt down and then couldn’t get ahold of Steve#he called Jason and they set out on a search and then painfully ran into the fact that they don’t know anything about Steve’s life#because Tommy and Carol told them that they weren’t friends with Steve and then#ted wheeler said that he didn’t think that Steve was dating kid daughter anymore#and also he no idea where his kids were#steve harrington#robin buckley#Steve has older siblings Au
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It's thirty til midnight 'n the house is crowded with the hot press of bodies. Someone's shoutin'. Actually, most of 'em are shoutin'. The living room stinks like the spilled beer Two's ground down into the carpet. The TV's playin'. Some New Year's special that Pony's glued to. The record players skippin' its way through a Christmas album. The tree's still up 'cause none of them would let Darry take it down 'til after New Year's.
Darry checks his watch once, runs his thumb absently over the face, compares it to the little glowin' clock above the stove, stands up 'n shifts past the card game Johnny has been creamin' Dallas at for the last half hour. Darry wasn't sure how he had any money to his name left. He steps over the coffee table 'n catches the hand of pure shit Dallas grins 'n ups the bet on. Good lord Johnny was gonna have the shirt off his back before the night was over.
Soda's bouncin' back 'n forth between the holiday special 'n the card game, offerin' commentary only Johnny seems to enjoy. Steve's got a huge bowl of popcorn Darry had fixed balanced on his lap, pitchin' kernels at Two's mouth as he dives for 'em.
Darry sighs, snatches one out of the air 'n pops it into his own mouth, steppin' out of the way so Two falls unceremoniously onto his knees with a grin.
"Hey! I was gonna catch that one!" Darry rolls his eyes, absently grabs Pony from where he had his nose three inches from the tube 'n hauls him back, much to Pony's indignation.
"Sure you were. Just like you were gonna catch the other thirty or so that I'm gonna have to vacuum outta the carpet." But he doesn't really mean it. The mood's high 'n Darry's just pleased to have 'em all together. Outta trouble 'n safe.
"Hey it ain't my fault Steve can't throw straight! He ain't exactly got your arm, Dar." Two wraps both hands around Darry's bicep 'n Darry hauls him up, danglin' like a monkey with his knees all bent.
"Hey!" Steve takes his opportunity 'n dives off the couch, nearly dumpin' the entirety of the bowl onto Dallas' head. Dally yowls, drops his cards onto the table 'n snatches for Steve's ankles to drag him back across the floor. Johnny leans over, tips the cards up, 'n grins to himself, then promptly sprawls to the side to avoid Darry shakin' Two off him 'n onto the floor.
Soda, never to be left out, throws himself into the mess of limbs until they're all a tangled mass of carpet burn 'n sharp-toothed peels of laughter. Darry disentangles himself, hovers in the doorway 'n watches them for a moment. Then he checks his watch again, adjusts the worn leather strap, peers at the clock on the stove glowin' softly through the darkness of the kitchen, 'n slips out the back door.
He knows his time is numbered 'cause Pony 'n Soda have always been herders. Had to know where everyone was at all times. But Pony's sleepy 'n zoned in on the TV like a lifeline 'n Soda's had two shots (both hastily over the kitchen sink 'cause Pony still thought Soda was drunk on the plain idea of bein' alive 'n they all liked to let him think it) so he had maybe just a few more minutes than usual.
It's fridged outside. The kinda cold that burns along his bare arms 'n makes his breath hang in low clouds around his face.
He can't really explain it. He's never been real good about the holidays. They're just... heavy. Even before, well, everythin'.
He crosses the porch, sinks down on the stair 'n blinks down the empty street. There's a light or two on. One house or the other still holdin' out for midnight. Most are quiet 'n dark 'n Darry's heart does an odd little flip in his chest.
He doesn't know why he thinks about the winter he was twelve 'n had been the best of friends with the boy that lived on the corner. Or why his stomach sinks when he thinks about how hard he'd cried when they had moved out. Inconsolable even when their mama had pulled him up into her lap (though he was too big for that. Too big for needin' his mama.) (that last bit was never true. He still needed his mama. Maybe more than he ever had before.) 'n had just cried 'n cried 'til Soda 'n Pony had come home from wherever they'd been 'n that had been that. 'Cause he shouldn't cry in front of his brothers. He should be strong for them.
Somethin' shatters to the ground inside 'n jerks Darry outta his memory.
"Sorry!" Someone hollers 'n Darry chuckles to himself. Man, maybe he shouldn't have had that last beer. He must be in too good of a mood 'cause he doesn't even think about goin' in to reem out whoever was breakin' shit. But he knows that's not true 'n it ain't the beer to blame.
He runs his hands up 'n down his arms, stands up 'n crosses the lawn, dead 'n dry in winter, leans against the fence 'n hisses when the metal bites into his arms. He sighs, kicks at the hole ripped in the bottom, smiles absently to himself.
Soda 'n Two had put that there. Had run one of those push petal cars so hard into it they'd both flown off 'n scraped knees 'n elbows 'n come crawlin' up the steps with, not two, but three missin' teeth between the two of them.
God, they must have been in middle school then. When had they grown up so much?
"Agh put me down you sonofabitch!" Somethin' else hits the ground but this time Darry's mostly sure it's a person. No one wails so he figures he's still safe. 'N he ain't ready to go back in yet.
He checks his watch, fiddles with the knob on the side, a nervous habit he's had since he was eighteen. Fifteen minutes to go. Plenty of time.
A breeze kicks up, swings the gate open 'n closed so it lets out a low, mournful squeal. It hadn't hung right since the summer Darry was ten. They'd always just jumped the fence, givin' each other the boosts they refused to ask for, gigglin' when their mama had called them coyotes, takin' runnin' starts 'n laughin' off when they misjudged it 'n came down hard on their knees. Their daddy had sworn he was gonna fix it every summer since.
He never got to.
Last month they'd had a real bad wind storm that pushed that old gate forlornly back 'n forth for hours, wailin' 'n moanin' until Darry had scowled 'n muttered he was gonna fix that goddamn thing if it was the last thing he ever did. 'N then he'd looked over at Pony 'n they both suddenly felt sick to their stomachs.
He never did get around to it.
The wind howls 'n Darry flexes his fingers, realizes suddenly its the only sound he can hear. He checks his watch again. Five minutes to go. He should go back inside.
But then he's runnin' his fingers around the face 'n thinkin' about the people not waitin' for him back in that hot 'n crowded living room. Thinkin' about how it ain't really his watch.
It had been his daddy's. His pride 'n joy. Thick leather strap 'n gold platin' around the face 'n it had been his granddaddy's before him. God, Darry had coveted it. Could remember bein' thirteen, runnin' fingers around 'n around it til it shone. Fifteen 'n askin' his daddy if he'd pass it down to him one day. Eighteen when he had put it in his hands on his graduation day.
You gotta watch out for it. The time flies, kiddo. Be careful how you spend it.
Darry doesn't hear the screen door slam, or the patterin' footsteps across the lawn, or the creak of the fence as someone leans against it til Soda's there, head restin' down on Darry's shoulder. Darry jumps, scrubs the back of his hand against the tears so hot against his flushed cheeks they burn. 'Cause he shouldn't cry in front of his brothers. He had to be strong.
"I figured I'd find you out here." Soda wraps a blanket, stolen from the couch, around Darry's arms 'n he suddenly realizes just how cold he is. He sighs, pulls Soda in 'n tucks him under his elbow.
"C'mon, Soda. You shouldn't be out here." 'N he shouldn't. 'Cause he shouldn't ruin everyone else's good time with his stupid achin'. "Let's get you back inside."
Soda tilts his head back 'n blinks up at Darry. Or, no he doesn't. He doesn't need to. Hasn't needed to look up to Darry in a long time, long since hit that final growth spurt that had their mama lettin' out all his jean hems 'n hopin' they stopped below his ankle. "You shouldn't be out here alone, Dar."
"I'm fine-"
"Oh, I know. You're fine. You're good. You're peachy." Soda sighs, drops his chin back down to Darry's shoulder. "You thinkin' about them?"
'N he is. But not really. He's thinkin' about all of them. About breakin' promises 'n not bein' careful enough. About turnin' around one day 'n Pony's not six years old 'n followin' Darry around 'cause he was still young enough to think Darry was the coolest person alive. That Soda's not ten years old 'n missin' his front tooth 'n a permanent bandaid on his knees 'n bringin' home one kid after another until their house was always full. That Johnny 'n Two 'n Dallas 'n Steve ain't just his brother's friends or strangers hangin' around his living room or even just good buddies.
"I'm thinkin' about my resolution." He pulls Soda in closer 'n somewhere down the street someone bangs pans together. A lone firework bangs off into the sky, lightin' his brother's face in a way that makes him look like he was a kid again, pressed against the window 'n tryin' so hard to stay awake.
"Well, don't leave me hangin'." Soda yawns, presses his face into Darry's chest to shield it from the wind.
Darry smiles softly to himself, runs a hand through Soda's hair, the lamp light bouncin' off the watch face when he lifts his wrist.
"I'm gonna keep some old promises."
I ain't gonna let time slip me by. The back door bangs open 'n when Darry turns he can see the shinin' grin on Two's face, his arm draped around Steve's shoulders. Pony leanin' hard on Dallas though Darry knows he'll claim he ain't tired. Johnny shiverin' in his too-big jacket.
"Come on, Dar! You're gonna miss it!" 'N Darry knows he means the ball drop or the announcer on TV or the end of the special but Darry can only smile ruefully, shift Soda closer to him 'n sweep him right off his feet to carry him inside.
You're right. You gotta be careful or you will. You'll miss it all.
tags 'cause y'all were so sweet in my other post I was like well I simply gotta finish this right now😭@trekkiehood @strxwberry-julius @marmaladedcroissant @wildestdreamcatcher @sarcasticallyexplicit11 @scalls @greasernamedbug
#the promised completly outta season new years fic that had me in a strangle hold all afternoon#yall were too nice in my other post i was like i gotta finish this NOW#been thinkin a lot lately about how easy it is to miss out on life#i turned around n suddenly im not the same person i was five years ago#n where did those five years go?#lost n you didnt even realize you were losin them until you turn a corner n its been years#ugh#i just think darry suffers chronically with where did my childhood go?#where are my kid brothers?#were you once a stranger?#what changed?#when#the outsiders#ponyboy curtis#johnny cade#sodapop curtis#darry curtis#dallas winston#steve randle#two bit mathews#my writing#writers on tumblr#the outsider fanfiction#fun fact im always a little torn about whether soda actually drinks or not#but he gets a shot for the holiday why not
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ovulation being a hell of a drug that ends up getting steddie together like
eddie and queen bee stevie harrington who have a weird kind of friendship where they share like. Everything. not a single secret between them. like eddie's got stevie's cycle pretty much memorised and she knows about every inappropriately timed boner he's ever had. and they're talking one day, smoking, shooting the shit, and there's a second of silence before stevie's like. oh my god. im so horny im gonna die. and eddie's like huh what. and stevie goes like there's a stain on your wall that's kind of shaped like a sperm and that made me think about cum and now im all bricked up. my vaginas haunted. fucking sperm shaped stain.
and eddie's like. wait girls- ok you know what im saying this in my head and im realising this sounds dumb but like. i thought girls didn't like. Get Like That. like i thought random horniness at a stiff breeze was a guy thing
and stevie snorts like nope girls get it too we just get to hide it bc we don't get boners. swear to god there's like a week of every month where i get fucking possessed or some shit. robin says it's like a period thing
but you're not on your period?
and stevie's like no it's like. the opposite of a period. like your period is your uterus being like hey you fucked up you're not pregnant but Horny Week is your uterus being like okay im ready let's get a baby in there time to get pregnant you know what to do. it's called like. oval. something. oval something. im all fertile and my body's trying to trick me, the fuckn prick.
and eddie just kinda goes huh and then there's another second of silence where he tries very hard not to think about stevie being pregnant. and then stevie throws her arms up with a frustrated sigh like god DAMN it now im thinking about being pregnant and eddie's internally like well at least it's not just me
and anyway another joint later this obviously devolves into stevie shoving eddie's hand down her pants and telling him please it'll be so quick he doesn't even have to do anything and she just ruts against his hand while he stares at her bc he's so high and the girl he's basically in love with just told him how fertile she was and then started rubbing her incredibly wet pussy against his hand and he feels like he might pass out
they do this and more about once a month for like a year until stevie does actually get pregnant. her stupid uterus successfully tricked her 😔✊
#steddie#female steve harrington#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things#stevie harrington#inspired by the hell ovulation wreaks on my critical thinking skills once a month#omegaverse may not be real to YOU GUYS but i DO go into heat semi regularly#except i don't get to take off work or anything i just have to stand behind the counter of a mcdonald's like I Am Okay I Am Normal#once when i was ovulating i was watching a documentary on cloning and it showed a lil animation of a sperm fertilising an egg and i was like#WHOAH. WHOAH NOW. THIS IS DOING MORE FOR ME THAN PORNOGRAPHY#unserious fucking biology fucking possessed#anyway i want more trailer trash eddie munson knocking up the queen bee#let 👏 stevie 👏 come 👏 to 👏 prom 👏 pregnant#like oh no she's throwing her life away with this teen pregnancy#no she's not >:) she's exactly where she wants to be >:) eddie the freak munson is waiting on her hand&foot and he makes beautiful babies#all according to keikaku
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In civil war when Tony's like STEVE YOU'RE EITHER WITH ME OR YOU'RE WITH THE GUY WHO KILLED MY PARENTS!! And Steve goes Tony are you fucking stupid? I have best friend vows to fulfill and you are my annoying coworker at best. Go ahead and get fucked
#in a world where everybody wants to suck Tony's dick Steve Rogers is a shining light in telling Tony to get fucked#ca#a day in the life
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I still can’t believe marvel had Steve tell Natasha he could only really see himself with someone with ‘shared life experience’ (5 seconds after they literally kissed) and then had the two of them practically glued together for literal years (in this movie and in every other movie after it), only to not even seem to consider them as a potential couple/love story
#name another example of that whole ‘kissing so we don’t blow our cover’ thing where they don’t get together afterwards#not only did they have over a decade of shared life experience#neither one of them ever got paired up with someone who comes close to that#make it make sense#they were in love idc#marvel’s commitment to halfassing most of their love stories and expecting us to care about them will never not annoy me#like we need relationship development here#they started off so well with pepperony#and it all (mostly) went downhill from there#catws should’ve been a soft launch for romanogers that led to them getting together in aou or another later movie#I mean it felt like one anyway#then iw was all like “they’ve been on the run together for two years and now they won’t leave each others sides#they’re giving off major couple vibes this whole movie#then it seemed like they realized what they did and were like#wait does that mean we left the two alone at the compound for five years#oh no not the *implications*#umm wait I guess Steve abadones her now#like what was that bs#just let them be together#also let’s start a campaign for James Roger’s to join the mcu’s young avengers#just while we’re at it#romanogers#steve rogers#natasha romanoff#captain america#black widow#stevenat#capwidow
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god the scene in season one where jonathan comes home to joyce and lonnie on the couch drinking together is harrowing. it makes me want to cry just thinking about it, your brother is dead, your mom is horrible mental state and is now also introducing your abusive father back into your house. what a fucking nightmare.
#i think it’s unproductive to try to determine whether joyce is a fully ‘good’ or ‘bad’ mother especially without acknowledging the#intricacies of grief or abuse or how victims go back to their abusers or how your son is stuck in a hell dimension but i think it’s obvious#she was at least being a bad parent to jonathan all of season one he was absolutely put through the ringer and joyce even temporarily#letting lonnie back in is just the cherry on top#anyway season one is sooooooo damn good it’s so fucking good it’s actually a good show in season one#i adore the funeral scene where dustin goes ‘wait till will hears jennifer hayes cried at his funeral!’ so cute so funny#and nancy. NANCY. the angels wept!#the scene where steve tries to get her to go to the movies vs the first ep… she is not a frivolous high school girl anymore. that can’t be#her life
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Good morning. Thinking of a fic where Steve and Tony have been happily married for a few years & very obviously, comfortably devoted to one another, and then Steve gets Stolen Away and replaced by a doppleganger of himself for whatever reason (information gathering purposes idk). And his copy, knowing that Tony would be able to suss out he’s a fake immediately, decides that the only way to circumvent this is to do something that he knows Tony will both never recover from and also guarantee to make him give up on trying to fix things.
So he cheats. Blatantly and repeatedly. And he does actually tell Tony the truth: it’s not even because he particularly wanted to, but because he just needed a way to make Tony leave him alone. He wants out, has for months, but he knew Tony simply wouldn’t take the fucking hint unless he did something drastic. And Tony is like no. No that’s not… you love me. You weren’t… you never seemed unhappy. But steve just waves his hands around as if that proves his point perfectly, and ends their marriage by dumping his ring in the trash and walking away. But this would be like a slow burner agony right, I’m talking 50k+, because not only does Steve cheat, he then starts a relationship with the person he cheated on Tony with (another doppelgänger perhaps). And Tony doesn’t have a choice, he has to keep working with Steve on an avengers basis, has to see him at events and charities with this new woman on his arm and there’s nothing he can do. There is absolutely nothing he can do except paste on a smile and a cocky eye-roll for the cameras and then fall apart into a million billion little pieces in private. And his PR agent says he needs to start bringing plus-ones of his own, his friends tell him to start dating again, but Tony can’t. Physically, spiritually, whatever-the-fuck-else-ly, Tony can’t.
Steve was it for him. It just turns out that Tony was more of a wake-up call than a soulmate for Steve.
BONUS BONUS BONUS if (stealing something from an older fic of mine) there has to be some sort of consciousness-to-consciousness connection in order for the fake Steve to have all the information needed to pass as the real Steve, and so the entire time while this doppelgänger is meticulously and methodically destroying Steve’s life and career and sources of happiness, Steve is stuck in a cell somewhere a million miles away just watching the play-by-play happen. Seeing the flashes of Tony’s absolutely destroyed expressions through his fake-self’s eyes as he’s told by the man wearing Steve’s face that he wasn’t a good husband, that the love was never really there, not in any way that mattered. And there is absolutely nothing that the real Steve can do to stop him saying that with his voice, with his mouth, in his clothes. He is stuck with nothing but the knowledge that it happened.
#when they eventually work out it’s a fake Steve and get the real Steve back Tony is actually too traumatised to go back to being married btw#and Steve asks if they can start from scratch and do it all over again. go on dates and kiss at the doorsteps#get nervous about saying ‘I love you’ for the first time#and at this point Tony has had like. a year of watching Steve casually disregard him as if he were nothing btw. a year of that.#and so he can’t understand why Steve would want to bother with all of that. too much effort right?#except this is the real Steve. and the real Steve has never backed down from hard work before in his entire life#oh and ALSO#when Real Steve gets back he becomes obsessed with finding his wedding ring btw. like Obsessed-obsessed#I’m talking ‘wandering around landfill sites nd garbage dumps’ type obsessed because like. that’s his fucking vow.#that ring literally represents everything his clone threw away on Steve’s behalf and Steve can’t. he can’t let things stay like that.#he needs to be the one to get it back.#if his clone lost it then Steve will find it.#etc etc etc pain suffering abuse eventual healing. can I get a hell yeah#I do think I actually read a fic (by nightwalker maybe?) with a concept like this#where Steve’s clone divorces Tony bc he knows if Tony was near he’d suss him out#so if yall find that you should read it because clearly it worked its way into my subconscious
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i was going to make a post that was just:
steve, watching took girls he used to be in love with kiss: *in the least creepy way possible* hell yeah :)
and in the tags i typed "steve being besties with all his exes" and then immediately thought of the fact that, yes, steve is friends with all his exes, EXCEPT for eddie
like, eddie and him have a quick summer fling or something, it burns hot and it burns FAST. but then, like in all relationships, they both change. they both start thinking of the ✨future✨ and... steve's not leaving hawkins anytime soon, you know? and eddie wants nothing more than to get out. but they're both attached, more than they thought they were, so it's not necessarily an amiable break. it's not horrible, they don't hate each other or anything. but there's lots of tears and a little bit of yelling, and then...
eddie leaves. and they never speak again.
and they think of each other, sure. in new partners, in new experiences, wondering what it might be like if— except that's not the reality anymore. they're NOT together anymore, so there's no sense in wondering, right?
except... they do. they do wonder, they do wish, they do miss each other, they still want each other. but that ship's sailed. he's moved on, they think. he's moved on and his happy with someone else.
and of course, that's when mike and el's wedding happens to everyone.
#shush mal#stranger things#steddie#just some ramblings#where did the ronance go??? in my brain it's personal don't ask#anyways the wedding is an absolute DISASTER#steddie are being awkward#ronance is being TOO in love#dustin is wreaking havoc#and it all culminates in mike runaway bride-ing it right before the ceremony and el's just like :) thank goodness#she slow dances with hopper and max and steve and robin and eddie at the reception turned no wedding party.#anyways steddie is the least of anyone's worries and the two of them are just staring at the drama like wow 🍿#and then eddie gets too drunk and proposes to steve while he's slow dancing with mrs. wheeler#steve does not say yes ofc not but he does hold eddies hand and kiss his cheek regularly for the rest of the night which is just as good tb#okay this is a whole outline i might as well write the romcom of my life
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The Response
Part Two of The Interview [Part One] [Ao3]
With no exact time given by Robin, Eddie's left to kill time. He drags himself from the YouTube spiral to try and track down Steve on social media. After two hours, he concludes that either Steve has his (and official Corroded Coffin's) socials blocked, or Steve just doesn't have any. He's a bit baffled that people can even find Steve to send hate mail to him.
He shoots a text to Gareth. Can you find Steve on any socials?
He gets an instant reply.
DO NOT CONTACT!!!
WAIT FOR RESPONSE
DONOT MAKE THISS WORSE MUNSON
Eddie frowns down at his phone but doesn't argue. He probably would make it worse. He sends back 'k' and looks back to the laptop. Watches it auto-refresh but Robin's feed hasn't changed.
God, what will Steve have to say?
It's mostly true, that Eddie hasn't thought about Steve in years. That's been deliberate. Eddie was so furious back then. Robin wasn't wrong about him venting his feelings into a song, but how was he supposed to know Hey Steve would be the song the catch the ear of the people? And yeah, the lyrics are very unflattering.
A lot of their first songs were filled with rage. The whole first album is just their collective high school experiences. Songs about growing up in Hawkins and how shit that was for them, a song about Eddie's complicated feelings towards his dad, songs about dungeons and dragons disguised as fantasy ballads, things like that. And, of course, Hey Steve.
He can admit that years ago he reevaluated the lyrics and found it to be more harsh than was warranted. But he figured there was no point worrying about that. People exaggerate in songs all the time. The song is out, people still plead for it to be played during encore performances. Eddie hadn't thought it was hurting anyone to play it.
Hey Steve had taken Eddie less than two days to write. He did almost nothing for those two days except write. Fuck. He was still just a dumb kid when he wrote it, barely graduated high school. And the reason for writing it...
Eddie had know Steve wasn't out to his parents when he'd asked Steve to essentially runaway with him. Steve had worried about things like money, and living situations, and getting food. It had all sounded like excuses to Eddie back then. Like Steve was picking the safety of Hawkins and his parents' house over going out into the world to be with Eddie freely.
They'd fought about it. The worst fight they'd ever had. Yet, here Eddie is, a decade later and unable to recall anything that was actually said. Just a summary of that conversation exists in his mind, now. Steve wanting to wait. To save more money now that his hours at the grocery store would be changing from part time to full with him no longer being in school and able to work the morning shifts. Wait to get his car fully transferred to his name from his parents.
All things that adult Eddie can now see as reasonable. Jesus Fucking Christ. He remembers he'd given Steve some sort of ultimatum. He was leaving on the last Grey Hound from Hawkins to Indy. Steve could meet him at the bus stop or stay, but Eddie was going, with or without him.
Steve had shouted back. He knows they just got louder and nastier until Steve finally told him that he would be going without him, then, because they were over. Even as angry as Eddie had been, he'd held out hope. But that last bus left Hawkins with Eddie on it and no sign of Steve in sight.
So Eddie did what he did best. Channeled that hurt into anger and wrote a song. Never in a million years did he think that, in the very first bar they played at in Indy, they'd meet a man who wanted to take a chance with them and get them a demo. All they needed to do was get from Indy to LA. Eddie had a van and the motivation. The next year of his life was too busy for him to even think, much less worry about Steve and his breakup.
Well, that was a lie. He thought about it constantly and shoved the thoughts aside as quickly as they came. Easier to do when he had no way to check up on Steve. He left Hawkins with no laptop and a pay-per-text flip phone he'd bought at a gas station. Wayne tried his best to provide for Eddie, and that meant they'd had one cell phone between the two, and Eddie had insisted that Wayne keep it.
By the time he got a laptop and internet, Steve had blocked him on Facebook and Twitter. That was the conclusion Eddie had come to when he finally worked up the nerve to swallow his pride and apologize and couldn't find Steve on either platform. Another thing that had filled Eddie with anger and hurt. Steve had broken up with him and then made sure Eddie couldn't reach back out.
Now he wonders, did Steve block him, or did Steve delete his socials to stop the hate mail?
Eddie feels nauseous.
Fuck!
What's worse is that, before the fight, Eddie had been so sure he was in love with Steve. But how can he say that with how quickly he dropped him? With how he's acted ever since? He could justify it to himself when he was still freshly broken up with and hurting but that faded away as fame took over.
Hard to be sad about not having a boyfriend when there were plenty of people lining up to be with him.
He pulls himself from his head to look at the laptop. A new tweet shows on Robin's screen and he scrambled to turn off the auto-refresher.
It's a short tweet, and Eddie sees she's changed her name as well.
Clicking the link takes him to a YouTube video.
It starts with the camera slightly jiggling, presumably from someone hitting record. It's been set up in a recording studio. A stool in front of a mic that's suspended from the ceiling is the only thing in the frame.
"Alright, dingus, last chance to change your mind about this," Robin's voice is picked up from off screen.
"You can't talk me out of this," says a male voice, and without any thought about it, Eddie's hand flings out and slaps the space bar, pausing the video. His heart is pounding, and he has to take a few deep breaths. That was Steve's voice. Of course, it was Steve's voice, it's his statement video, but hearing it again. Hearing it spoken softly but determined.
Swallowing feels difficult. Eddie's last memory of Steve's voice was screaming. This is... this is the Steve he never thought he'd hear again, and hasn't realized how much he desperately wanted to. With shaking hands, he presses play again.
Steve steps into frame, takes a seat on the stool. He looks in the direction of the camera, and Eddie has to pause again, to take him in. His hair is longer than it was in high school, the ends of it touching his shoulders. He's got it pulled up in a half updo, keeping the hair out of his face. His face is familiar and yet so different. He certainly looks older but not in a bad way. The biggest difference is his nose; it's not as straight as it once was, like it's been broken and healed wrong. His strong, square face is as handsome as it ever was, perhaps more so now. Eddie's eyes are drawn to the two moles on his cheek; his eyes have always been drawn there. It was his favorite place to kiss Steve.
He's wearing light wash jeans and a deep blue Henley. And fuck if it doesn't make him look good.
Eddie unpauses again, and waits to hear the retribution he deserves.
"This good, Robin?"
"Yeah, you're perfectly in frame."
"Good. Uhh, hi. I'm Steve. Robin told me that there was a lot of fuss regarding a certain Corroded Coffin song, and that people wanted to hear from me. Which is wild 'cause like, I'm just some guy and I don't really have much to say-" Steve is saying, with a shrug of his shoulders.
"Steve!" Robin interrupts him, "I just had to help you move because someone threw a brick through your window! What do-"
"Okay! I get it! But that's not Corroded Coffin's fault. They do that whole anti-bullying thing! It's not like they don't address harassment and bullying. I-" Steve cuts off, seeming to remember he's on camera. His face turns pink. "We can argue this later. Uhh, anyway. There is something I want to say to Eddie Munson, so I hope he's watching."
He makes a 'give it to me' gesture and Robin enters frame, handing him an acoustic guitar. "I thought I'd answer using the one thing Eddie understands best. Music. So, uh, I wrote this song with Robin's help. Lyrics are mine but the melody is Robin. The song doesn't have a title but, uh, okay. Here it goes."
And then, Steve starts to sing, looking down at the guitar for correct finger placement more than singing into the mic but it picks him up well regardless.
"Do you think I'd give up? That this might've shook the love from me? Or that I was on the brink? How could you think, darling, I'd scare so easily? Now that it's done There's not one thing that I would change My life was a storm, since I was born. How could I fear any hurricane? If someone asked me at the end I'll tell them put me back in it-" Eddie is sitting down, and still he feels the floor fall out from under him.
"-Darling, I would do it again, ah, ah If I could hold you for a minute Darling, I'd go through it again, ah, ah."
Eddie doesn't hear the rest of the song because of the blood pounding in his ears. This can't be- it doesn't mean- after all this time? After everything that's happened, everything Eddie let happen, unintentionally or not.
His phone buzzes against his leg. He ignores it in favor of restarting the video and listening to the video from the start. He listens to the whole song and it ends without anything else. Once Steve's strummed the last chord, he just stands up, walks to the camera and the video ends.
He restarts the video again, and again, and again. Hears Steve sing How could you think I'd scare so easily and I would do it again if I could hold you for a minute and though I know my heart would break I'd tell them put me back in it.
It's through the tenth, or eleventh, playback that his phone buzzes again and he fumbles to answer blindly, unable to pull his eyes away from Steve on the screen of his laptop.
"Gare- It's not- what did I do Gare? Everything I thought Steve would have to say never came close to what he just sang. I can't- I don't know what to do," Eddie sobs into the phone.
There's a pause of silence before what is very much not Gareth's voice says, "Well, dammit Munson. I was calling to rip you a new one but you're already crying."
It takes Eddie a moment to place the voice, "Robin?"
"Unfortunately, yes," Robin says. "I think Steve's let you off easily, but I also know I kick a hornet's nest with my interview so I think we should work on getting this cleared up, both publicly and privately."
"How did you get my num-"
"Gareth. Keep up, Munson. I'd like us to be able to call off each other's fans. Your PR team and whoever you employee to do that anti-bullying campaign have done a pretty good job so far in telling people to back off, politely. Helps that Jeff has been on top of this from the beginning. Honestly, I think the best decision you've ever made in your life was making Jeff the front man of your band and not yourself. He's much more pleasant to talk to, and so good with people."
"Robin!" Eddie has to shout because Robin keeps saying words and they don't make sense. "What?"
He hears a sign from the other end of the phone. "You are annoying. You know that, Munson? I'll work with Gareth to get this done. I think we should be seen together, publicly. Maybe getting a coffee. So everyone knows we've made up, or whatever it is Gareth and I decide is happening. We should also meet up privately. There's a lot to talk about."
"I'm so confused."
"Nothing new. Now, when are you free to get on a plane to Pendleton, Oregon?"
"Pendleton?"
"Munson!" Robin snaps, "we just established that you live in a perpetual state of confusion. Instead of questioning me, how about you answer my questions. Now, when are you free?"
"Anytime."
"Smart answer. Get your ass to Pendleton by the morning of the twenty-third. I'll work with Gareth for all the other concerns. He's easier to deal with."
"Can I ask one follow up question at least!?"
"You just did but I'll allow one more before I hang up."
"Why Pendleton?"
"It's the nearest airport to our destination. I am not having a private conversation with you in California. I don't want to be caught speaking to you until Gareth and I have a chance to work out the details."
And then Robin hangs up.
Eddie leans forward and restarts the video on his laptop before looking up plane tickets. Fixing things with Robin might be the first step in ever getting try and, he doesn't know, apologize to Steve? Maybe even have a conversation one day.
He doesn't deserve that chance, he thinks, but he's a bad enough person to want it anyway.
#steddie#my fic#the interview#the song steve sings is Francesca by Hozier#i dont do taglists so i linked to ao3 where u can subscribe and get updates#i feel like eddies an unreliable narrator so im adding that tag on ao3#the boy has got NO CLUE what is happening at any point in time ever#hes just a ball of guilt and regret#also i didn't clarify in the fic because i couldn't find a good way to fit it in#but gareth is not an active CC member‚ he's the PR manager#he used to be in the band but quit to finish college and be a family man#Jeff is the front man so he does the interviews/public appearances/etc#Eddie used to but like rockstar life hit him hard and he had to let someone else take that role
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Day 4 - Real-life Captain America
#chreonweek2k23#chreon#my fanart#leon kennedy#chris redfield#day 4 - real life captain america#how DARE you come for me where i live like this#honestly would have done a more serious take but i didn’t have the time#they’re going to a costume party#and leon is being super low effort#and chris has chosen that time honored classic costume: slutty captain america#i literally did this exact comic but it’s actually just steve and tony#and i only feel slightly bad about that#anyway i guess everyone be glad you are spared my 10k meta essay about chris being a lot like steve rogers#chris has big steve rogers energy#right down to the part where he thinks he can stop someone from being drunk and sad if he yells loudly enough#you don’t have time to be sad the world needs to be saved#get back on the horse champ#ok i’m done for now
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Hate that my favorite character is usually the least fav in a popular ship. This happens to me so often that I can feel it when I read a fanfic. That my baby just isn’t as fleshed out as the other half of the couple, that they’re basic personality traits are off, that the blame of everything bad that happened in their canon relationship is on them. So then I’m reading like HEY leave them alone, they’re BOTH freaks!
#duncney is the exception on tumblr at least cuz my mutuals LOVE Courtney but even then I’m like hey now she was bad in the relationship too#blame both of those freaks. like yeah get his ass for cheating but you gotta have them both acknowledge their shit#but for real this happens often and maybe it’s cuz I’m biased but sometimes its worse when I AGREE with my fav character and they keep#getting berated lol. I was pretty into stony when I was an avengers tower truther and Tony would get so babied??? that’s an adult#billionaire!? and they’d be like let’s use this fanfic to make Steve sound insane and demanding but don’t worry it’s still a ship fic… no I#don’t think Steve was wrong for yelling at him about making a murder robot or for siding with the government during civil war??? how is my#fav boy the bad guy??? similarly I’m reading a LOT of caitvi fics and I adore both of them I truly could not pick a fav and yes Cait did#some fucked up shit but I’ll read fics where vi is so aggressive to her and there’s no nuance at all and I’m like my girl would not speak to#her that way! that’s the love of her life shut up!#I didn’t care for good omens s2 all that much but I could barely interact with the fandom after it cuz the way they talked about aziraphale#vs Crowley… and I’m just there like yall- if you actually liked this character you would see the nuances of their choices#and I have so many other examples lol. I’ll go OH they SPEAK TO ME and I ship them with x let me look at the fandom stuff#fandom: this character is ok and not as cool as their other half but as long as they stay in their lane- we’re good! anyway we ALL relate#more to their bf/gf anyway so if something happens between them the fandom is united! me: 🥺character B’s number 1 fan
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All-New Captain America (2015) #4 and #2-4 and #6
#this is super interesting#obviously Steve and Sharon are Ian’s parents and I’m not really much of a shipper anyway#and I don’t think Sam’s dynamic towards Ian is parental#but I find it really compelling how Ian is functioning as a stand-in for Sam’s non-existent child#both in Sam’s feelings about Steve and Ian’s relationship and how Ian represents a second generation there#but that there’s also a little bit of framework there because Sam cares about Ian because of his platonic love for Steve#which is reminiscent of Sam and Bucky’s partnership#where Bucky and Steve’s relationship was at times parental and Sam stepped up because of his love for Steve#and was Bucky’s friend and at times mentor#but I also really like- completely independent from Sam’s feelings about Steve- how what happens with Ian#functions as a way to get Sam to express long-standing feelings about having children#the other books I’ve read by Rick Remember- Captain America (2013) and Winter Soldier: The Bitter March (2014)- have all been#thematically really strong#I also like how Sam’s similar feelings about children and acknowledgment about Steve not being able to live the American dream for himself#because he was busy being Captain America#demonstrates how well Sam understands Steve#it makes me think of Captain America (2002) issue 4 when Steve thinks about that he wants to get married and have a child#but it’s his job to ‘hold’ [protect] the dream#‘It’s enough to hold it soldier- Hold the dream. You don’t have to taste it.’#and then later in Captain America (2002) issue 14 the idea is raised of Steve settling down#and he automatically responds ‘I’ve never felt anything was missing from my life sir.’#which is so in-character for him- to default to lying and acting like a perfect figure#I don’t assume that Steve talked about these feelings with Sam but that Sam just gets them because he understands that Steve is a person#and he understands Steve’s life enough to know how real person- and not an ideal figure- would feel in that situation#marvel#sam wilson#steve rogers#ian rogers#my posts#comic panels
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i love when people defend endgame saying steve got the life he always wanted because i'm just like and is the life he always wanted in the room while he dances with a woman who chose to work with nazis?
#anti endgame#anti steggy#and outside of aou trying to tell us that he had wanted that life where does anybody even get that notion?#and it's like you magically forget the other part of aou: the steggy dance was a nightmare#and he said the person who wanted that life is not the person who came out of the ice#and at the end of the movie he says he's home and even if the avengers had not become his home at that time#that still wouldn't mean peggy carter had EVER been his home#because his home was with his mother and with bucky like. come on.#truly though if you're gonna use something as evidence for why the ending makes sense#you gotta see that there are plenty of reasons in canon to back up the fact that it doesn't lol#bet if you put them all up against each other there would be at least double the reasons that ending didn't work for steve
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silly idea time
idk how this idea even started but the outfit i had in mind was way back from a doodle in 2021 or 2022, basically my 'what if' for temperance ending only instead of being wildly ooc and wearing a collared button up johnny becomes a cowboy. and because i was listening to vagrant song from wtwtlw (that whole ost really, and hardspace shipbreaker) i had the bright idea that johnny would finally become what his class in the ttrpg was an homage to and wander around collecting stories n telling them n kind of being a dead man walking/ghost story/witness/helper-bard r smthn but having been extremely tempered by the experience of v choosing to die for him, being shocked enough into actually thinking about his beleifs n what have you, humbled enough now to want to listen to others hed choose this path of wandering the continent of na, maybe for the first time in a long time actually taking in life around him yadda yadda. in my little scenario i also had it that even if/when the next corpo war broke out or the nusa annexed more free states, he wouldnt get involved like he used to, cause i think its interesting to muse on how a profound experience would greatly change someone so stuck in their ways like johnny. i think hed still be motivated by guilt and avoidance at first, but it would evolve into something more like a calling/altruism as he takes more seriously and uses more intentionally the time he was given as a dead man walking
also i realize how much of this 'outfit' is just putting v in a hat and calling them johnny like its some perry the platypus thing (also idk how to draw hats)

#plus i think itd be cool to see how johnny comes to the realization he can make small changes and that those matter#and that he was a little erroneously trying to move too many mountains at once in his first life#and that he was a little too much there just for the destructive violence and maybe not for better reasons#cyberpunk 2077#my v#johnny silverhand#yeah and morality pet steve guy would not be a thing its far too cliche im sorry johnny would not fucking do all that#my doodles#plus i think he was a bit disconnected as a rockstar/edgerunner from like... the toils#even tho he liked to talk about the grander toils and lived some specific toils but like getting more connected with the peoples toils#in a psuedo americana esque wasteland that is the middle of the former nusa#ghost story in the sense he doesnt leave much anything behind that ppl could follow or really describe n such things#besides like stories or conversations or helping out where its needed#also think itd be interesting for him to completely reevaluate what justice means in a world like this#fun stuff! i should draw out that sketch of him sitting with a coyote sometime...#nomad but like not in the clan way
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DAILY PURPLED DAY 140 - I can no longer take it anymore I thought I could hold in my anger at the live action movie but I could not oh god it’s so bad
#WHERE IS HEROBRINE#WHY IS THE END NOT IN THE TRAILER#WHY IS IT SO HAHAMEMEZ AND NOT LIFE CHANGING#IS THE BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN END POEM NONEXISTENT OR SOMETHING#WHAT ABOUT THE MESSAGE OF SURVIVAL AND CREATIVITY#WHY ARE PIGLINS THE VILLAINS#WHY IS LIKE EVERYTHING OFF#THE LIGHTING. THE COLOR OF THE PORTAL#WHY IS JACK BLACK STEVE#WHY IS IT EVEN LIVE ACTION#AGAIN WHY DOES IT LOOK LIKE IT WILL BE ANOTHER BRAINLESS AND SOULLESS KIDS MOVIE MADE FOR MERCH#KIDS DESERVE DEEP MOVIES TOO HOW ELSE WILL THEY LEARN MEDIA LITERACY AND LITERARY ANALYSYS#I misspelled analysis ignore that#PLUS THEY SHOULD JUST GET TO HAVE INTELLIGENT MOVIES BECAUSE EVERY AGE DEMOGRAPHIC DESERVES NOT SLOP#AAREEFWYAHYAHDYWEHUEFGFRWUY#purpled#pp.art#daily.purpled
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thinking abt how someone’s gonna die next season but all of the characters have such complex relationships with each other that no matter what it’s going to hurt real fucking bad.
#steve dies : dustin and robin and nancy fucking lose it#max dies : lucas is a shell of himself. el has no strong female friends in her life anymore. steve loses a sister. erica loses her brother.#dustin dies : og party is gone. steve loses his little brother. robin gets left with whatever steve still has after grieving#will dies : not even going there. he’s not dying.#el dies : she’s not dying. she’s not#mike dies : where do i even start. where do i even start. nancy thinks she’s not good enough to keep anyone important to her alive. -#- jonathan loses pieces of nancy and will. will loses…he loses a huge fucking part of himself. el loses her first love and a friend. lucas..#nancy. jonathan. lucas. robin. erica. even argyle.#any of them die and everyone else is gonna go insane with grief.#plus the grief of losing something that defined their early years? that shit’s hard#feeling like they lost their entire childhood to this realm of monsters but missing it when it’s gone because they don’t know how to live -#- normal lives anymore. how do they move on? how do they continue in a world that’s indifferent and ignorant to their sacrifice?#sigh.#stranger things#st5#wayli goes insane#wayli’s feeling sad today. sorry guys.#🫧🪴#🚲
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