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gloomysoup · 9 months

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anyway projecting on steve hours (don't look too far into it) ((no seriously don't look into it i swear i'm fine ahahaha))

anyway i made steve's mom the "bad guy" in this one bc it's a real thing that happens and i feel like fics always make his dad out to be the piece of shit. but im also projecting. take this as you will.

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Steve knew it was going to happen. He's known for years. It was only a matter of time.

There was this thing, when he was a kid. He was young. Truthfully, he barely remembers much of it. It was so long ago. But it was no less important.

His parents decided to separate. They needed time apart. He stayed at home with his mom. His dad moved out. Steve was still so young, and his parents were still so young. His dad went to stay with his parents about an hour away from Hawkins. All Steve really remembers from that time was spending a couple weekends with his dad and grandparents. It was strange. He never knew what to think of it back then. That's just how things were. It wasn't long before his dad was back in the house and his parents were acting like everything was normal.

But it wasn't. It never had been. It never would be.

For a long time, he pushed it out of his mind. It didn't matter. His parents were still together. They still pretended to be happy. That's the thing about moments like this, though. They're always going to come back and bite you in the ass. They never stay buried for long.

Steve knew about his mom's cheating for a long time. He just chose not to acknowledge it. Like maybe if he pretended it wasn't happening, his family would stay a family. Unfortunately, things don't work that way. Sometimes, it's better for parents to separate instead of put their children through something like this.

Subtle jabs. Comments about Steve's grandparents still getting his dad's mail. Jokes that aren't actually jokes.

Steve's absorbed them all. He soaks up everything like a sponge. He's bore witness to his mother's drunken confessionals more times than he'll ever admit. He's seen how closed-off his father gets.

And then he met him.

Well, not really. He saw the man leaving the house. Several times. His mother always lied when he asked about it, so he just stopped asking. He took note of the car in the driveway. The same one, every time. A Ford Mustang. He would hide away in his room, just watching the driveway until the man left. He didn't say a word. He never told anyone. He knew, but he couldn't be sure. Everyone knew. No one spoke of it. Until he had a cousin reach out. His aunt had, of course, drunkenly spilled a secret, falling from her lips like the bottle of red wine tipped over on their white rug at Christmas. A stain. Everything he knew was true. Of course it was. He had always known. How could he not?

Over time, everything snowballed. He learned more. Observed more. Witnessed more. He retained all of the information and tucked it away. His mother didn't know he knew. She was completely unaware of just how much Steve knew.

He knew the man's name. He worked with his mother. He had a wife. He drove a Mustang. This had been going on for years.

Steve knew that his father had talked to a lawyer, all those years ago during the separation. The lawyer had told him it would be expensive. With kids, difficult. Chances were, he would lose everything. Steve's mother would get all of it. It wasn't worth it. So he waited.

Years, he waited.

And then Steve turned eighteen. Without adding a custody battle, without having to worry about putting a kid in that mess, it happened. His father filed for divorce. He kicked her out of the house. Steve just stood to the side, watching.

He had always known this would happen. He had expected it. Anticipated it. He still wasn't prepared for the actual thing.

He had always known. Steve was observant. He had always known everything. No one ever realized how much he knew.

Steve was left drowning in all of this knowledge, too afraid to admit the truth. His entire life crumbled down around him. Steve suffered in silence.

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so i wrote this little thing in like half an hour. it is currently 4:30am. i work at noon and i have not yet been to sleep. my brain is plagued with thoughts. kinda weird that this is the first full thing i've written for tumblr. also, i did not proofread or edit in any way, so if you see mistakes, no you didn't. that is all.

#steve's mom sucks in this one #but his dad is pretty chill #(even tho they don't talk much)#stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington angst #steve stranger things #steve harrington fic #gloomysoup writes #uhhhh tagging some more things for target audience ig >>>#steddie #steve x eddie #i know he's not in this but like i imagine they're kind of together in this universe

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fluffydavey · 1 year

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❛ you got me flowers? ❜ -javid

soft and sweet sentence starters || prompts not me breaking the norm to do a modern au prompt bc i am obsessed with flowers!!

Davey's having a not so great day. It had started with a missed alarm, spilled coffee and an overcrowded Subway. Barely making it in time for class, he struggles through feeling exhaustion creep up on him, and ends up cramped in the library for too long trying to cram for an upcoming final. He texts Jack on his way back to their flat to see if he wants in on the pizza Davey's craving, which of course Jack does.

He gets home at 10:45 that night, later than usual, and he would pass out onto their sofa if it wasn't for the pizza box in his hand. Jack, seemingly expecting this, takes the food from him as soon as he enters their flat.

"You look like shit," Jack says, and Davey only responds by sticking his middle finger up in the air, as he leans against the kitchen counter, watching Jack who starts to get the food ready for them.

Davey begins to rant about his day, and how he's definitely going to fail his finals. Jack watches with an odd expression on his face - fond? - as Davey nearly spirals.

"You done?" Jack asks, and Davey nods, waiting for Jack to laugh at him or make some joke about his moodiness, but instead Jack puts his plate of food down, and gets up to walk to his room. Davey is absolutely bewildered, he doesn't think he's been that much of a moan. But then Jack comes back out, with his right hand behind his back and stares at Davey as he reaches out to show a bouquet of flowers.

"You got me flowers?" Davey asks, dumbfoundedly.

"I didn't think they'd go good with pizza, but I knew how stressed you've been and wanted to surprise you with something," Jack begins. Davey's speechless, and watches Jack before he nods at him, as if to say of course they're yours. Davey takes them and looks at all the different, beautiful flowers. "You remember that old project of mine that had to do with drawing flowers? I got into the meanings of them, I still remember some of them."

"Oh? How come you never told me?" he asks, curiously.

"I dunno, I didn't think much of it at the time," Jack shrugs, still standing. "I just thought you needed something to cheer you up."

Davey smiles, grateful for his best friend. He doesn't know where he'd be without Jack. He's never cared for someone so deeply before. "And do these mean anything?

"Something I've been afraid to say for a while now," Jack says, sitting down and leaning in Davey's space. "So the pink tulips there, that means friendship, so do the yellow roses. The peach roses means modesty, sincerity and thankfulness, which I think sums up how selfless you are. The purple rose though, that flower is for someone who enchants you, someone you fell in love with at first sight."

Davey freezes, letting the words settle. Jack is far from over thought. "Red and white roses present unity together. Red roses symbolise eternal love, while white roses signify loyalty. The pink orchids, they're meant for pure affection."

Davey places his hand over Jack's, who pauses. "The tiger lily here means I dare you to love me. These red carnations mean my heart aches for you Davey. And the red tulips? These mean perfect love. The story goes that the black center of the flower represents a lover's heart, darkened by the heat of passion."

Davey closes the gap between the two of them, and he places his free hand on the side of Jack's face, pulling him in for a kiss. Jack kisses back instantly, and Davey's not quite able to grasp that this is actually happening, that he's not dreaming and he's going to wake up any second now. But it isn't - Jack's really kissing him, and god, it's everything he's wanted since they first met. Jack places his free hand on Davey's hip, and pulls him even closer.

When they break for air, Davey's watching Jack in awe. "You really love me?"

Jack smiles, and pushes a stray curl from Davey's face. "I think I always have." Davey kisses him again, and again, and then tells him that he loves him too, and he can practically feel Jack melt as he says it back.

#davey jacobs #jack kelly #javid #my writing #why does this prompt instantly remind me of the good place #and jason picking tahani's flowers that she's just grown for her #the himbo of my dreams #behind jack kelly ofc

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rosy-wooyoung · 3 years

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🎄 Day 11 of the Christmas project🎄

pairing : san x fem!reader a/n: ngl i’m quite happy with this one. maybe bc it’s kinda personal? idk

You had just arrived at the cottage you inherited from your grandparents when they passed away, and, after driving for so long, you were happy to finally cut the engine. Months had passed since you last visited this small house filled with beautiful memories, and you had this strange feeling of happiness mixed with nostalgia overrunning in your body. The cottage was a small wooden house at the edge of the forest next to a lake, now frozen, the ground and the naked and lonely looking branches of the trees surrounding it covered in snow. You parked your car in the driveway and slightly shook your best friend's shoulder to wake him from his slumber. After a few minutes of constantly shaking him, San finally stirred up, softly rubbing his eyes as he looked around him.

"Are we already here?" he mumbled and you bitterly chuckled, unbuckling your seat belt and opened the door. "What do you mean already? You've been sleeping since we stopped at the gas station. It's been two hours dude," You poked his ribs before stepping out. San shook his head and got out of the car as well a few seconds later, letting out a sigh before helping you clear the trunk filled with things to get comfortable enough for the long weekend you had planned to stay together.

The end of the year was coming, so that meant a lot of things to do at work: closing cases, checking details before sending files to your boss, preparing some others for the new year, it was everything but calm when you entered your workspace each morning. Fortunately, you had worked quite hard during the week, so today before lunch, San and you took your leave of work and hurried to your car, getting ready for a few hours of driving to get to this beautiful place where you had just arrived.

"Gosh, I've missed this place so badly," you said as you looked around you, eyes roaming as you observed the trees and your surroundings. You started getting a bit emotional as you recalled the hazy yet wonderful memories you had collected while growing up until it was time for them to leave.

You remembered spending some of your Summer holidays here with your siblings when your parents grew "tired" of the three of you. They always claimed to need a break from being parents for at least a week, and so did you from them. When you were at your grandparents' house, more fun was allowed than when you were at home. It was an exciting feeling, and you were always looking forward to coming and visiting them at every opportunity you had. You never truly minded because you loved your grandparents and spending time with them. But for your younger siblings, it was a whole other story: they were constantly yelling about missing mom and dad, while you were just loving being there, catching up with your granddad

You had your little secrets with him, things that you hid from your family and your siblings. For example, you and your grandfather would secretly take two easels, always feeling that rush of adrenaline before escaping from the yells of your siblings to find a good spot to start painting for a major part of the day, hidden in the mountains hovering above the cottage. Each time, you came back from your getaway with a brand new piece of art, and a memory to cherish for the years to come. You entered the cottage, and a wave of nostalgia crashed onto you, a sense of comfort wrapping its arms around your shoulders. In the dark, you could still distinguish some of the pieces of art your granddad did when you were together. You opened the shutters and drew out the curtains your grandmother had sewed by herself, making the natural sunlight warm up the place. You then went behind the house and opened the electricity and water conducts while San took care of putting all the things your truck you carry inside the small house.

"It's a gorgeous little place that you hid from me," he teased, and you gently smiled, elbowing him in the ribs as you kept on putting everything in the right place. "It's my sweet escape," you replied as your best friend rested for a few seconds in the middle of the entrance, hands on his hips as he took in the decoration of the place.

When you had some rough times in your life - which happened more often as your grandparents fell sick one after the other -, you came to this little house in secret to unwind and spend some time alone, crying or just chilling. It was a bit like your secret garden, the spot that you had indeed kept hidden from everyone. Even your parents didn't know that you frequently visited here and spend some time in nature. That's why it wasn't as dusty and dirty as one can imagine an abandoned house to look like. Yes, it was a bit straggly, but to your defence, you haven't come to this place in weeks.

As the day went by, it was finally the afternoon, and it had started snowing as soon as you finished setting in the cottage house. You were quite tired from driving for a few hours, only being used to run a few errands for maximum 20 minutes, so you just wanted to chill and maybe take a nap on the burgundy, corduroy couch. San, on the other hand, since had slept a major part of the journey there, was just a human dynamo. Looking around, all smiley and excited as he watched the snow falling from the sky.

"Do you wanna do something outside? We could make a snowman, have a snowball fight or go for a walk?" he suggested as he let himself fall next to you on the couch, tickling your side with his left hand as the other remained against his chest. You stifled a giggle and squirmed, trying to escape from his touch. He stopped for a while, his eyes lingering on you as you were getting your breath back. "And what about going sledging? I just saw that there's a hill on the other side of the lake, we can go there," your best friend offered, but you shook your head with a pout. "San, I'm too tired for all of this," you whispered, and his eyes widened, taken aback that you declined his offer, again, "and where did you even find a sledge?" you added, not even knowing that your grandparents owned one. "There was two in the small storage unit, but don't try to change the subject. Why don't you want to go sledging?" he said while sitting up, laying a hand on your knee, shaking it a bit. "It's the best thing you could do when we have a type of weather like this!" he exclaimed while pointing outside, making you sigh and as you looked out the window. Yes, it was still snowing, and it looked quite consistent enough to sledge on it, but you could see some patches of blue sky appearing here and there, telling you that the good weather wasn't as far as you thought it was.

"Come on, Y/N, just for me," he said as he watched you stifling a yawn, happy that he managed to catch sight of a small nod in your actions. "Really? Let's go then!" he enthusiastically got up, not even waiting for you to run into the bedroom to get dressed. "The things I'd do for him," you whispered to yourself as you tiredly got up from the couch, making your way up the small stairs as well. Once you had slipped on your fleece-lined pants and warm coats, you made your way out the door, San trotting to the small storage unit behind the house to get the sledges. Those were made out of old wood, a thin rope attached to the tip of it. They looked quite old and dusty, but they would do the trick.

"So Y/N, since you're the expert of the region," San teased as he looked over, only to have you staring back at him with a fake bored look, "how can we reach this side of the lake?" he said as he pointed the side opposite the cottage, and you smiled. That is where you used to go painting with your grandfather. "Come on, follow me," you said as you confidently started walking, the memories colliding in your brain as you trusted your guts to get to this side of the lake. In the course of your walk, with San by your side, you told him some of your memories while pointing at different things.

"You see that tree over there?" you gestured to the naked weeping willow a bit further into the stroll, San nodding as his eyes followed your finger, "when it was getting either too hot or too noisy because of my siblings during Summer, I'd take a book and spend the entire afternoon reading underneath that tree," you explained with a soft smile on your face, remembering the great souvenirs as the leaves crunched under your moon boots as you stopped. "And my grandma had a whistle, and she would blow four times when dinner was ready, and I needed to come back," you told your friend, who had a sincere smile on his face. "This is adorable, it sounds like a Studio Ghibli plot," he said while taking your hand, making you walk slightly faster to pass the tree. San knew you well. He knew that if you spent too much time in front of this willow, you'd start getting emotional and probably cry, and that was the last thing he wanted to see.

You silently thanked him with a faint smile as you understood his sudden change of behaviour and you cleared your throat, keeping on telling him happier souvenirs as you finally arrived where San wanted to go. "I can't imagine how beautiful it must look here in Summer," he mumbled as he stared at the cottage on the other side of the lake. "It's even more incredible in fall," you said with a smile, "I came here mid-October and you're just surrounded by yellow and orange trees, you can really feel the fall vibes," you giggled with your friend, letting go of his hand, feeling suddenly nervous. You hadn't even noticed that San had kept your hand in his the entire time, and you were even hotter when you realised that he didn't even look bothered or shy of it.

You took a few pictures of each other going down the sledge, laughing and pushing each other around as the other took an unflattering photo of the other. The powder snow eased your falls every time you pushed the other too hard, sometimes shrieking as you could feel some snow slipping under your clothes and reach your skin. At some point, you were too tired to get up, so you stayed well muffled in your clothes, looking at the sky clearing above your heads. San was also in the snow, ignoring the freezing sensation of water against his neck and the goosebumps travelling his entire body. Instead of staring at the sky as you did, he seized the fact that you were too busy getting lost in your thoughts to stare at you. He loved seeing his best friend at peace like you currently were, it looked like all of your worries had vanished as soon as you pulled up by the house, the stressed Y/N getting replaced by the one that San imagined was the Y/N of your childhood.

The young man shifted in the snow, close enough for his hand to grab yours. As you felt pressure on your glove, you turned your head to the side, looking at him. He was already looking at you with a fond smile decorating his lips, and you raised your eyebrows, silently asking him why he was staring at you like that.

"I wish for this moment to never end," he spoke softly, the density of the snow under you two muffling his words, only for you to hear. "Me neither," you uttered, and San squeezed your hand as an answer, shooting you a wink before looking at the sky like you did just moments ago. He felt your gaze on him, and he started rolling towards you, miscalculating the number of rolls he had to do to come near you, resulting him almost crushing you as he was about to land on his back. You clutched your abdomen, anticipating his weight landing on you, but he swiftly moved around to land on his stomach, his mouth arriving millimetres away from yours.

None of you recoiled, getting lost in the other's eyes. Your breath had quickened up, something going noticed by San. He gulped but kept staring at you, your breaths forming one trail of steam above your heads, unhurriedly vanishing in the atmosphere. San pulled his thoughts and doubts to the side for an instant, his mouth colliding with yours in the gentlest way possible. Despite the dryness of his lips, the kiss released millions of butterflies in your stomach, sending warmth straight to your face. With your mittens slightly covered in snow, you cupped his face, and he groaned into the kiss, the cold against his face attempting to bring him back to reality.

But it wasn't enough to make you two stop kissing each other. You had both been secretly waiting for this for too long, and you didn't want to end the kiss right now. Making the most of it was the key point of the situation, and you let your lips linger on San's as if it was the last time before pulling away. The man gave you mere seconds to catch your breath before pulling you in another kiss, your hearts beating furiously against each other as your tongues danced together, head spinning and getting mushy due to all the emotions you were experiencing.

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