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2023-12-30, 550, “Discover America”
The Great American Quilt Festival 3, “Discover America One Patch at a Time”, Joyce Winterton Stewart, 1992
#550#jigsaw puzzle#jigsaw#puzzle#jigsawpuzzle#complete#milton bradley#joyce winterton stewart#quilt#quilts#crafts#art#museum of american folk art collection#folk art
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In 1942, a man had suddenly found himself aboard a ship on the Atlantic during World War II. He could only remember his name and where he was born. He did not remember anything else including how he got on the ship, but he was certain of one thing… that the ship was going to be hunted down and sunk by a U- Boat. He was in his own personal hell courtesy of… The Twilight Zone ("Judgment Night", The Twilight Zone, TV)
#nerds yearbook#sci fi tv#time travel#1942#tz#twilight zone#ww2#wwii#world war 2#world war ii#rod serling#john brahm#nehemiah persoff#deirdre owens#patrick macnee#ben wright#leslie bradley#kendrick huxham#hugh sanders#richard peel#donald journeaux#barry bernard#james franciscus#debbie joyce#robert mccord
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... How the fuck did they get Joyce's car back from California?
#it's in the leak photo with the Bradley's truck#like the house was shot in broad daylight????#none of the neighbors noticed????#the military is actively chasing El???????#like ok i can MAYBE buy argyle going home#BUT WHAT THE FUCK#stranger things#st 5#byers family#joyce byers
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The Twilight Zone
Judgment Night | 1.10
We'd ride the ghost of that ship every night. Every night, Herr Kapitän, for eternity. They could die only once, just once, but we could die a hundred million times. We could ride the ghost of that ship every night. Every night for eternity.
#the twilight zone#thetwilightzoneedit#tvedit#classictvedit#retrotvedit#1950's#1950's television#1959#rod serling#nehemiah persoff#deidre owens#hugh sanders#debbie joyce#leslie bradley
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lets play six degrees of kevin bacon : stranger things edition
we’ll start off easy
OH WAIT i JUST realized that everyone has a bacon number of 2 because of david harbour, well technically not bc its through movies not shows (typically) so we’ll just go with it
winona ryder : winona-> winona + natalie portman in black swan-> natalie and kevin bacon in new york, i love you
you can connect winona and kevin in a lot of different ways actually but i cant get below 3 without actually looking it up
david harbour : david -> david and kevin in black mass
bacon number 1 💪🏻💪🏻
i could keep going with the 80s actors but ig ill make it harder for myself
noah schnapp : noah-> noah + adam sandler in hubie halloween -> adam + jessica booker in dirty work -> jessica + kevin in cavedweller
that one was actually hard bc i pretty much just looked for adam sandler connections but he has basically none SOMEHOW anyways bacon score of 3 (as far as i know)
finn wolfhard : finn-> finn + paul rudd in ghost busters -> paul + bradley cooper in wet hot american summer -> bradley and kevin in gotg holiday special
there’s probably a better connection but i just went off of paul rudd, bacon score : 3? again
millie bobby brown : millie-> millie + helena bonham carter in enola holmes -> helena + kevin in novocaine
wow bacon number of 2 its funny bc i was like “wow ive never watched a single mbb movie” but then i looked them up and realized that ive watched every single one of them, idky enola holmes slipped my mind
anyways thats enough for now
i can do a part two if anyone wants it
#six degrees of kevin bacon#six degrees of separation#stranger things#winona ryder#joyce byers#natalie portman#black swan#kevin bacon#david harbour#jim hopper#noah schnapp#will byers#adam sandler#hubie halloween#jessica booker#finn wolfhard#mike wheeler#paul rudd#ghost busters#bradley cooper#rocket raccoon#gotg#gotg holiday special#millie bobby brown#helena bonham carter#enola holmes
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Bad movie I have Tim Allen 1994
#The Santa Clause#Tim Allen#Judge Reinhold#Wendy Crewson#Eric Lloyd#David Krumholtz#Larry Brandenburg#Mary Gross#Paige Tamada#Peter Boyle#Judith Scott#Jayne Eastwood#Melissa King#Bradley Wentworth#Azura Bates#Joshua Satok#Zachary McLemore#Joyce Guy#Lindsay Lupien#Kenny Vadas#Brian Reilly#Ivanka Kotalto#Todd Davis#Marc Pichette#Steve Lucescu
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MASTERLIST #2
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Let me know if there are any characters you’d like added and I’ll look into it! :)
Smut = **
What I will NOT write for under any circumstance: R@pe, incest, anything to do with pee or poo, hardcore bdsm or anything like that type of smut, kidnapping reader for love, anything stalker, abuse unless it’s for angst but I won’t go into detail about the abuse (though I will do like slapping/spanking for smut it cannot have malicious meaning behind it, and there is always consent for that)
Also let me put this by itself, pregnancy is also way off the table. It’s 6 feet underground. I understand it’s part of life and it’s beautiful , and that’s for people to decide but personally I find just the concept of that horrifying and gross. I do breeding kink yes, but no description of pregnancy. (No hate to pregnant people I just can’t stand the concept of pregnancy in any form.)
MARVEL:
☆ Tony Stark
☆ Steve Rogers
☆ Bruce Banner
☆ Natasha Romanoff
☆ Clint Barton
☆ Bucky Barnes
☆ Sam Wilson
☆ Peter Parker
☆ Thor Odison
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STRANGER THINGS:
☆ Steve Harrington: Steve Harrington x FtM reader**
☆ Robin Buckley :
☆ Nancy Wheeler:
☆ Eddie Munson:
☆ Johnathan Byers:
☆ Argyle:
☆ Billy Hargrove:
☆ Mike Wheeler: Little!Mike x GN!CG!Reader
☆ Dustin Henderson
☆ Will Byers
☆ Lucas Sinclair
☆ Eleven Hopper
☆ Max Mayfield
☆ Jim Hopper:
☆ Joyce Byers:
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☆ George Weasley: George Weasley x reader ; CG!George Weasley x LittleMale!Reader
☆ Neville Longbottom: Sub!Neville x Dom!Reader**
☆ Draco Malfoy:
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☆ Enzo Berkshire:
☆ Mattheo Riddle:
☆ Theo Nott:
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Marauders Era or Lighting Era:
☆ Lucius Malfoy:
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☆ Evan Rosier:
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FANTASTIC BEASTS:
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☆Aaron Hotchner
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TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES:
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☆ April O'Neil:
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Poly!TMNT x Fem!Reader; April 4-in-1; turtles are manspreading and you want payback 😚
Poly!TMNT x Fem!Reader; Casey tries to flirt with reader but she puts down the idea and the turtles are proud
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☆ Bradley Bradshaw "Rooster"
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☆ Esme Cullen
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☆ Rosalie Cullen
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☆ Edward Cullen
☆ Bella Cullen/Swan
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☆ Garrett
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☆ Caius
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I’ve redone my masterlist because I was vey unhappy with my first one, and I wanted to add pictures to go with it! I’ll also be adding all my new work onto here and my old work will be on the first masterlist! Love y’all! 💗
#b00inazkaban#fanfiction#tmnt bayverse#tmnt fandom#fantastic beasts#stranger things#harry potter#poly marauders x reader#bridgerton#lucifer fanfiction#lucifer tv#hunger games#twilight#the hobbit#lotr x reader#lotr fandom#middle earth#top gun maverick#top gun imagine#top gun fanfiction#bayverse tmnt#marvel#marvel x reader#marauders#httyd#across the spiderverse#descendents#atsv
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The first few times it happens, Eddie doesn't think much of it. Steve had a long day at work, plus he had been feeling pretty down lately so upon coming home and finding his boy on the couch, face and body lax in a deep restful sleep, Eddie tugged a blanket over him, kissed his forehead, flicked off a light and slipped out of the room.
But by the fifth time where he found Steve asleep in the laundry room curled up on the cold floor, he began to worry. It wasn't like Steve too sleep this much but more worryingly, even if he had seemingly slept well the night before he was sleeping wherever and whenever. Eddie was concerned.
When he brought it up with their Doctor all he got was "it doesn't have to be anything. I can assure you, Steve is in great health..but since you're so worried I'll set it up for him to get some blood tests and we will go from there."
Eddie felt off about it. He brought it up to Wayne, Nancy, Robin, Joyce and Hopper but nobody had any idea why or what was causing Steve to fall asleep every where. But one thing they all noticed was that Steve only seemed to sleep like that around the apartment Eddie and he shared or when Eddie was home or coming home.
Eventually even the bloodwork came back clean with nothing to explain what was happening. So Eddie in concern brought it up o their couple's therapist, Dr Angela Bradley.
"I am worried about Steve," he started, "he keeps falling asleep every where and nobody seems to know why, the bloodwork and other test results came back with nothing to explain why he keeps falling asleep."
Dr Bradley paused her note taking, Steve was sipping his tea, but had stopped to listen to what Eddie was saying when his name had been mentioned.
"Steve? do you know why you are falling asleep constantly?" she kept her voice soft.
Steve shook his head for a minute before pausing to think. "I feel safe around Eddie. I feel safe in the home and space we built," he was speaking slowly working out his thought process, "I also don't usually sleep well in my parents house, but I don't really know why I'm sleeping so much. "
"Well, Steve let me ask you a question, when you're with your parents or at their house how do you feel?"
"Small and unsafe. I have to be on guard because inevitably one or both of them will get mad."
"Ok, and with Eddie at your home you said you feel safe? Around the people you've chosen as family as well you feel secure?"
Steve nodded, then suddenly he sat up straighter, "Eddie! I think I'm sleeping more because I can. My body isn't survival mode or flight or fright anymore. Like I can breathe again."
Eddie blinked, "I make you feel safe? So you feel comfortable sleeping more around me?" Steve nodded, "so it's not a medical emergency? You're ok?"
Steve nodded again, feeling like he had hit the nail on the head. He was feeling safe and comfortable that his body was catching up on what it needed for years. He felt tears filling his eyes but tried desperately to keep them in, he didn't want to cry right now.
But later on, when they got home, Eddie dropped him off at their place and went to pick up their dinner from their favourite deli shop. Eddie also grabbed some flowers, drinks and snacks from the grocery store and drove home.
When he saw Steve sitting up and dozing on the recliner, he smiled, "hi babylove. Dinner is ready."
He made his boy feel safe and comfortable. He knew it was important for Steve to feel secure and he made him feel that way.
#zerowrites#stranger things#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie#steve and eddie#steve is slowly feeling safer#he and eddie built themselves a safe place
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Check out this interview with Black disability rights activist and advocate Anita Cameron about the erasure of Black disabled voices: http://notdeadyet.org/2022/07/pushblack-podcast-the-erasure-of-black-disabled-voices-with-anita-cameron.html
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a game of thrones, "eddard xii" by george r. r. martin / albino twins by anne-marie vang / the idealisation of the twin relationship by vivienne lewin / human embryology, twins; double monsters and teratology by bradley m. patten / death-cup by joyce carol oates / eternal embrace (enrico pajello/handout/reuters) / plato’s other half, reproduced in lapham’s quarterly / game of thrones, season eight, episode six / legacy of the force: invincible, prologue by troy denning / who’s who by ilaria ratti / war of the foxes by richard siken / jaina vs jacen by alice li
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Mending Our Home PT. 2
Dad!Steve Harrington X Mom!Reader
Authors Note: This is a chapter talking about grief, again Pregnancy loss trigger warning! Send in a request if you want to see more Dad Steve in the future (maybe some happier stuff but I do love angst), I have a few other drafts but would love some inspo!
Summary: Conclusion of the Harrington's unplanned hospital stay, Joyce and Jim (Hop) cheer you up. Taking care of you and Steve like you wished your parents did. In Steve's exhaustion he's brought back to 1986 and the memories he wish would stay there. You blame yourself, for all of it.
Characters: Steve Harrington, Reader, Teddy Harrington (oc), Joyce and Jim, mentions of other characters ft. auntie robin and uncle dusty. Max Mayfield and Eddie Munson.
Warnings/Tags: Grief, Clarity of what happened Season 4, Body dysmorphia?, Pregnancy loss warning!
Word Count: 4.4 k
Flipping through a magazine that was on the tray table when a series of knocks stole your attention. The door opened wide to reveal Joyce running to your bedside. She looked just as exhausted as Steve. Jim Hopper followed to drop some bags on the floor, setting a water bottle and baggy of snacks on the tray by your bed. She cupped your face and grabbed your hand, kissing all over your face. Steve stood at the foot of your bed in tears, Jim came up behind him and shook up his shoulders, pushing him to the other side of the bed close to you. The adults took turns hugging you, but Steve just watched in silence, examining your body, his face holding some type of apprehension. While his hand was soft and malleable cradled with yours, warming your heart.
“You did so well honey. After Steve called us, Hop and Jonathan went and cleaned the apartment up. When you're sick of us, we're gonna stop on the drive home at Bradley's and fill your fridge. Get everything nice, ready for you to be home safe." She squeezed your shoulders again before hugging you get again.
"Geez don't suffocate the girl. What Joyce is getting too, we’re all so glad you're alive and recovering kiddo.” Hop pulled Joyce to his side, knocking your chin to the side in fondness.
"We also have been sprucing up Jonathan's old room so Teddy has a comfortable place with us. Whenever! No pressure, he's just such a good little boy." Joyce reached out for you hand leaning her hip on the free space of your bed.
“Or if Steve gets sick of sitting up in a chair staring at you.” Hopper added with a wink, poking fun at Steve.
“Watch it, oh old one,” Steve went over and started talking to Jim. Joyce was still holding tightly to your hand,
“Thank you, Joyce for everything. For coming here, being with Teddy. It means a lot.” You squeaked
“Of course, sweetie, you just take all the time you need to heal and rest." she brushed the wiry hair off your forehead.
"We're all here for you, and we have a little surprise in the waiting room if you're up for it." Hop added, craning his head towards the door.
"Yes! Eat something first you two, I'll be right back! Don't go anywhere!" Joyce jumped up running out of the room.
"I love that woman but she is crazzzyyyy..." Hop sighed moving his cap to scratch at his scalp
"A wonderful crazy that you match Hop." You giggled
"Shush, now let's open up the ho-ho's before she comes back and complains about my high blood sugar." He teasingly hit your arm with the back of his hat, grabbing the paper bag of squeaky plastic processed snacks dumping them out on the table.
"Mommmmyyyyy!!!!" The door opened wide to Joyce holding Teddy by his hand until he saw you in the bed. Running immediately to you Steve pulled him across the bed by his belt.
"Teddy! Hi baby." you cried, kissing all over his face holding him to your chest. Voice caught in your throat at his smell they way he still fit in your arms. "My sweet boy, I missed you so much." you croaked. Shoulder starting to shake, your eyes clouded with emotion. Steve rubbed your back, pinching his nose to stop the imminent onslaught of tears felt by everyone in the room.
"What's wrong, Mommy?" Teddy probed ever the smart boy, "Nana told me to be gendle. Was not gendle?"
His hands brushing your tears clumsy, holding your face in his soft and small hands. They would only be like this once, you thought. Remembering how scared you were when you found out. Now not ever thinking about changing how anything went if each outcome gave you the family you had. Only the sorrow on those few who weren't here to share it along side you.
"No teddy-bear you are so gentle," You assured your baby, because that's exactly what he was. Teddy was yours, your baby boy. "Mommy's just sad. But you, Daddy, and everyone else makes me better."
"Do you want us to take him with us?" Joyce stressed as you held Teddy, rocking him against you. The feeling of shame creeped up your throat in needing a nearly 5 year old's comfort.
"No, no, we'll either be able to take him home from bedtime, or Robin will. She wants to check in. Help me clean up the car." Steve insisted, ruffling Teddy's long chestnut curls. making them stick up in various directions.
"Steve I'm so sorry. That BMW has been through it." you rambled embarrassed, hiding your face against the pillow.
"It's perfectly okay, I'll shine her up! She'll be as good as she was on my 16th birthday."
"You should get some rest first, Steve. You look like you just spend the night in the can."
"You can sleep in a can?" Teddy perked up at his honorary grandpa,
"We gotta fine one big enough for you bear!" Joyce spun Teddy around, chasing him around the room. They both walked around the hospital with you affectively tiring you out but not your son.
"We could've brought blankets!" Joyce admonished her husband trying to help Steve with the pull out couch.
"We're in a hospital, Joyce. I doubt they don't have extra blankets for Steve's comfort. Now a pillow for that head is a whole other issue."
You giggled into Teddy's neck, as the two men bickered. Joyce left to finish making the bed.
"Are we gonna live here now?" Teddy asked you coloring randomly on the newspaper you held on your lap for him.
"No baby, just until I get a bit better." You cooed, rubbing his back he sat up to look at you.
"What's wong?" You looked to Steve who'd stopped, then back to your son. The fear in his brown eyes reflective of his father's turned your stomach sour. Steve was at you side in a spit second to distract Teddy.
"Um hey. Do you need anything particular while we're out?" Hop cleared his throat as Joyce wrap a arm around his waist covering her yawn in his chest.
"Do you have everything at home, Sweets?" your husband asked through tired eyes and a hardly contained yawn.
"They send us home with things right? I'll be okay. Maybe just Teddy?"
"Hey bub, Nana and Pop are gonna go grocery shopping. You want anything special?"
"Sheerios!"
"Heart healthy, good job!" She pinched his cheeks, "We'll give you some time together, just call the house if you need us?" They said their goodbyes and Steve shut the down behind them, leaving the Harrington's in the room together.
"Is there food here?" Steve laughs unwrapping a ho-ho for Teddy,
"Hey Edmund, we want to talk to you about something. Okay?" Steve started the conversation with saturated warmth.
"And it's okay to not understand, be sad or angry. You just tell us, we love you so much." You added moving the hair out of his eyes, just like you did for his father. Edmund was his carbon copy if that was ever a possibility.
"Otay."
"Remember we talked about being careful with Mommies tummy?" He nods chocolate smearing on his chin as he eats, "Do you know the reason why?"
"To grow my best fwiend." You sharply inhale, but Steve keeps Teddy's attention on him as your lip wobbles.
"Yeah, yeah buddy. Mommy and I wanted-want you to have a little sibling, but they weren't quite ready yet. " Steve corrects himself,
That's why Mommy and I are here at the hospital because Mommy and I, we had to say goodbye." Steve's hand reaches out for yours as an anchor. Teddy then notices your distress again, hooking his arms around your neck.
"Don't cry, Mommy. You still my friend." He tells you, brushing your hair down just like he's seen Steve do for you when your sick.
"Yeah?" You ask wetly, squeezing him. "I'm not your bestest friend?" you chide jokingly.
He laughs, cupping your ear and violently whispers.
"Don't tell Daddy..." Then hiding in your neck again.
"Okay baby." You giggle wetly, "Do you understand what were saying?"
"The stork took the baby back, because she wasn't ready."
"Almost, we still need to be careful with Mommies tummy a little longer. She doesn't feel to good, the baby made her real sick." Steve sits on the edge of the bed, Teddy seeks his comfort by leaning against Steve's chest. They both heave a sigh of relief, melting into each other's embrace with you at their side.
"But I'm better now, I'll always be here. No matter what." You brush thick locks from his eyes, some of the ends still baby blonde from his first hair cut.
"Will you have a baby still?" Teddy finally breaks a confused smile, laying his palm flat over you heart.
"Maybe someday, but right now I need to heal and give you my undivided attention!"
"This makes Mommy sad, and Daddy sad too." He asks, somber. To many thoughts and emotions running through his small body at once as he traces the shapes on your hospital gown.
"A little, but nothing tickles can't fix!" Steve grabs at Teddy's sides pining him against the bed as you both attack him with tickles. Under his chin, feet and along his sides.
"Hehehe, otay! Staph!!"
"Oh no, here comes the tickle monster!" Steve rears back pulling his elbows deep into his shirt like a t-rex's arms
"Nooo! Daddy no tickle monster!" Teddy belly-laughs holding your arm over him in protection
"Once he gets started the tickles must ensue! Only tickles!" Steve says if faux pain, pretending to tickle your sides.
"No Daddy!"
"Run Teddy! You can't save me! Save yourself from the tickles!" Teddy slides off the bed running to the bathroom and shutting the shower stall.
"Hi-" Steve says cupping your face in his hands pressing chaste kisses around your face.
"Hi." You stop his ministrations, kissing him deeply on the lips making his shoulders relax as you hold his face to you.
"When's the last time I said I love you?" taking a hypnotized breath that warms your cheeks, smelling of chocolate.
"It's a new day Mr. Harrington, but I love you too."
"You're beautiful and I love you. I'ma tell you that everyday for the rest of my days." His nose, circles around yours with humor.
"You're a dork."
"Your dork, in writing Sweets. Till death do us part-" He wiggles his ring finger in your face, unaware of his doubleganger trying to climb up your legs.
"And ickness!" Teddy yells next to Steve by the bed, frustrated.
"Ickness?! Oh no!" Steve picks up his son, shaking him into another fit of giggles. As he slams the toddler down on your cover legs, Teddy pleads for aid versus Steve. And you comply unable to resist his Harrington born charm. Pulling at Steve's shirt, pretending to go back for more kisses. You give him one on his cheek as an apology before you trap his arm under your body.
"Come 'ere Teddy, cuddle pile on Daddy." Teddy doesn't hesitate flinging himself of Steve's chest knowing he'll catch him regardless.
"Ugh! You. Are so heavy, can't stay up!" Steve plays dead, falling in his arm chair while Teddy slides down his body. Waltzing Jumping with without Steve's support back over to you on the bed.
"Daddy perished." You burst out laugh with Steve, at your baby's seriousness.
"Who taught you that word?" You ask through laughs
"Uncle Dusty, said died wasn't good. Perish is metal." He responds with an almost perfect rock and roll head bang.
"Jesus Christ-" You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose,
"Speaking of Uncle Dusty, I think he's gonna be at bedtime tonight." Steve's head jumps up from it's place resting on the chair.
"Really?! He doing the puppet show!" Teddy's eyes nearly burst out of his skull in excitement
"I do the puppet show too!" Steve fiends offense
"But Dusty does voices, Daddy." Teddy whines
"I've never been more offended by a preschooler!" Steve holds his chest, pretending to sob.
"Get the phone for Mommy baby, we're gonna call Auntie Robin and Uncle Dusty for bedtime stories."
"Yes!" he jumps of the bed, making your heart leap out of your chest.
You dialed the house, phoneline picked up by Joyce as Robin and Dustin argued in the background. Asking for Robs to pick up her nephew. She stayed an hour, taking the car seat in her tiny car. Promising Steve to call you both before bedtime. When he came back to the room, Steve slumped back into the arm chair he'd dozed off in several times within the past hour.
"Stevie Baby, if you keep nodding off your head will pop off like a bottlecap."
" 'M sorry. Just a lot going on up there."
"That's no good." You giggled holding Teddy's Winnie the Pooh stuffy in your arms. You cried when he left it with you, wanting him to keep you company until he saw you after preschool tomorrow.
“Hmm." He stood up, pacing the foot of your bed. Unraveling a blanket laying it over you, before taking the smaller one for himself. After a few minutes he try's to dose off again, only to pop he's head back up and grip the arm rests. As he looks at you on the bed with unease.
"Steve, talk to me. Please." You press moving the blankets off your lap in mild frustration. Not directed at him yet his face crumples in a wince all the same.
"I was really scared, Y/N. I’ve never been that scared before, ever. I just-… Jesus.” He rubbed at his eyes again, slumping into the armchair. Scratching at his scalp,
“Steve.” Swinging your feet of the bed, leaning forward to halt his movements. Weaving your fingers in his, his lips pressed to your knuckles.
“I can't do this without you, I couldn't help you-I was helpless. Max, she. She was like a sister to me and when she passed away..." His seeming composure broke then, like the last crack in a dam. Letting the water roam freely, he shook with the waves. You stood up holding him against you, his tears dampening the fabric you wore. "I was lost for a long time. Then Eddie too, with all that blood and you so scared. I can't fucking imagine... Fuck Y/N-”
"Steve..." You kissed the crown of his head, the selfish misunderstood boy King was long gone. Stomped out by his father, Russian Soldiers, a multi-dimensional power, and finally himself. When he'd look in the mirror he fought a broke until there was no longer a empty shell of a person who couldn't sleep with his window open anymore. He filled his life with those he cared for, became strong for them. He craved their presence, the good and the bad. Then he found you, you were his future a dream he now craved. You made his love for you a reality with your son. Healed him to be the man he never thought possible, kisses his scars in the dark and still loved them full-heartedly in the daylight. Proud of his name, proud of the person he was and always could be. The guilt of his love hurting, his love hurting you. Was unfathomable, but you were here. Holding him through it, even if it caused you pain you didn't show him. You were there. You were still here with him and he's breathing evened out. Nose buried into your ribs as he held your tummy to his chest. Underneath the nauseating clean hospital smell, the iron and baby wipes. You smelled like you, the very base smell of your whole being was there.
"Stevie?" Your hands carded through his hair at the base of his neck, his nose nuzzled twice into your skin until he inhaled deeply.
"Yes?" yawning through the question, eyes finding yours above him. His chin resting on your sternum, one eye winking when his neck popped at the stretch.
“I’m here, I can’t go anywhere. You could just rest your eyes for a bit." You squeezed his cheeks in your palms, making his nose scrunch in a pout. "Maybe even use the shower to relax your body. Or just come back over here,” You tugged him with you as you shifted back in the bed, leaving room for him to lay back next to you. He inclined his head to you succumbing to your plea, relieved that you could finally rest together. Laying on his side next to you, this time immediately closing his eyes and holding your hand to his chest. Rubbing his index finger over your wedding ring to sooth himself to sleep. You were still slightly upright so he nuzzled into your shoulder as his pillow source. His hair tickled your bare neck when he shifted closer.
“I love you so much, thank you.” whispering to him after his breathing deepened. Sleep came to you shortly. It felt like minutes when you were woken up for your next walk. Nearly knocking Steve unconscious so he would stay and rest. The comforting Nurse from the night before returning, confident they would release you late in the morning. There were some other issues that worried them you'd come back for checkups after discharge but you were doing well. Moving alone but assistance was recommended for strenuous activities like lifting. Six weeks starting for any very strenuous ones, like it was even a consideration presently. Despite how much you loved your husband, and loved loving him. It was just past 7 when you returned to the room, Steve gone from the bed. Knocking on the bathroom door after the nurse left, the sound of water running behind it with heat radiating from the frame.
“Yeah one second,” A squeak turned it off and there was rustling before Steve cracked the door open, a towel draped around his waist just below his V-line of his pelvis. “Hey you're not supposed to be up without someone around.” He opened the door the rest of the way revealing his whole chest and arms. Water still clung to his hair, all of his hair, it took everything in you not to look down past his pecs. The trail of dark hair shading his soft tummy begging you to run your hands along it.
“Um earth to Y/N?” ‘How has his towel not fallen, shit he’s talking to me’ He waved his hand in front of your face, the other still holding the door.
“Sorry, I’m out of it I got back from walking. So I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” You lied, still tracing the water droplets cascading along his skin.
“Yes, I’m feeling much more like myself. If you want to sit on the toilet, I could help you wash your hair after I get dressed?” you contemplated his offer, it sounded so wonderful. You still reeked of grease from your shift the day before yesterday, along with something metallic and sterile soap from your gown.
“Yeah… Please?” You felt ashamed, ears flush at the intimacy. The guilt filed in soon after. Having him worry so much, wasn't he just as burdened with emotion as you were.
“Okay sit I’ll be right back,” You put on a smile, be strong for him if no one else. He came back into the bathroom in loose sweatpants without a shirt, your eyes went wide again. “See anything you like?” He started doing ridiculous poses in the doorway to make you laugh.
"You are so corny!" You laughed, throwing a hand towel at him.
"Hey, you were totally checking me out. I still got it, bab-, Shit soap!” He skipped back out into the main room. There was a rustle of items before he appeared again with a toiletry bag. Joyce had packed for the two of you. A frown etched its way back along your face as your eyes burned with unshed tears. He filled a small tub with warm water, looking around he found a clean cup to use. He hummed a Depeche Mode song as he went.
“Steve.” You hiccupped, hands shaking in your lap finger wringing together.
“Yeah?” He asked without looking, head rocking with music only he could hear. His head whipped around when he heard you sniffle when his eyes meet yours his face fell, devastated.
"I'm sorry." You croaked out before he could ask. Tears flooding from your eyes, creating a puddle on your collar.
' I'm so sorry Steve. I don't know what's wrong with me." You gasped out through shaking sobs, clinging to him when he dropped to hold you. Torso cradled between your thighs,
' Maybe if we had gotten here sooner like you said, she-." Steve's breath stuttered, the air around you tightened as you remember being so excited. For her.
' We would've been okay. I didn't listen, this is all my fault." You shake, pulling away from him, clutching at your thighs with clammy hands. Steve brushed the hair out of your face, thumbs wiping your tears as he observed you. You were panicking, hyperventilating enough that your face and chest blushed red.
"Breathe, my love. Breathe, in-and-out." His hands moved up and down your arms, squeezing at your biceps to the tips of your fingers. "Let it all out, I got you. 'M here." He exaggerated his breaths until yours were more controlled, "I love you. We'll be okay, just like you said. One thing at a time. Remember, we still have a healthy baby waiting for us at home. Yeah? And I will always be here, we got this."
"What-what if I can't, Steve?"
"You can do anything, baby. I've seen it. This might be too soon but you made Jesus's miracle of parting the red sea look like horse play." He wiped your eyes again, everything was starting to clear again. Now you could see the tears streaming down his face, the smile didn't reach the honey of his sunken eyes.
"What if this was it? What if I can't have more babies. Our dream of a big family can't happen... Because of me?" You said with a dark edge, it was your fear since Dr. Kerr first saw you while pregnant with Teddy. Steve chortled, a quiet suppressed laugh as he pinched his nose and sniffed the remaining tears away.
"Then we'll adopt or do that other stuff like Dr. Kerr said. Hey, look at me." Steve squished your cheeks, thumbs running along your cheekbones. "I would rather selfishly keep you all to myself. Edmund can buy his time." You sniffled quickly, sharp enough it could be mistaken for a laugh.
"This is all temporary, Sweets. It's okay for us to be sad."
"Okay." You exhaled,
"I love you so unexplainably much. I love Edmund so unconditionally it physically hurts." He brought a fist to his chest, taking a deep breath with closed eyes. "We loved this baby so much, she just wasn't ready yet. And that's okay, I'll love and remember everything I learned from her."
"And what's that?"
"That I would rather go through this heartbreak 100 times a day, then ever-ever loose you. I want to take away all your pain and suffering for myself. Give me all of it, I can take it. As long as you're still here with me."
"I love you."
"I love you most."
"Not possible."
"Alright come on, Mama's, this linoleum is not forgiving on my working man knees. Turn back around and let me make you feel better."
"Is that a threat or promise?" You giggled, palms wiping at the hollow of your eyes.
"You know exactly what these hands are capable of Sweets." Steve said with a salacious grin and wiggle of his fingers, his gold wedding band glimmering under the florescent light. He washed your hair with immense care, taking the time to massage and scrub at the scalp.
"Hmm, thank you." You said after he helped wring it mostly dry. He pressed a warm kiss to your wet forehead, "Steve?"
"Yeah?" His eyebrows shot up as he hovered over you, standing abruptly. Holding one of your elbows with an open palm,
"Moses parted the red sea, not Jesus." You commented, and Steve belly laughed hard enough for you to crack another smile.
"See, I can't live without ya! There's not much underneath my perfect quaffed hair."
He gave you the privacy to freshen up other areas, but when stepping out he was half laying on the bed. With his feet still on the ground, eyes closed. You made it over to the chair before getting a little woozy, Joyce had packed a ton of options but there was no way you were getting these on by yourself. Steve’s watch went off and he immediately jumped up, putting on the shirt that was in his hands. Crossing the room stopping at the bathroom knocking. He hadn’t looked at the chair until he opened the door and looked around to find the small stall empty.
“Jesus why didn’t you call for me?”
“Was feeling rebellious, also you passed the hell out and if I don’t have too, there’s no need for me to wake you.” you twist a little bit too much adjusting yourself in the chair, causing you to moan in pain clutching your sides.
“Hey careful,” Steve walks over to you and squatting in front of you, “tell me how to help.”
“I want to change into big girl clothes, I’d feel weird if the kids came by and saw my ass out still in the hospital gown.” You griped,
"I wouldn't mind in the slightest."
"Steve-"
"So I should stick to granny panties? Throw all the others away?" You challenged playful smirk on your lips, the smile finally met his eyes after a day of tears the brown shown with happiness. Warming through his heart, you pressed your hand to hold onto that pulse. It soothed your woes and added kindling to the hearth in your heart. When he pulled you from the chair, you felt weightless, oozing with molten love for your family. Everything would be okay.
"What? I can admire my beautiful wife in a diaper and nothing else." He scoffed offended holding your hand to his chest.
"Pfft honestly, who needs underwear? We're living in the 90s, baby!" Steve held you through the giggles. He would never leave your arms again if you let him.
Masterlist
Steve Harrington
Part one
#steve harrington#stranger things#angst#dad!steve harrington x mom!reader#dad!steve harrington#original character#steve harrington x reader#ongoing#fluff#steve harrington fluff#steve harrington angst#husband!steve harrington#steve is the best husband and father#well behaved children are the best#joyce and hopper#uncle dustin henderson#aunt robin buckley#post season 4#not a duffer bros fix it fic
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The shipo group said we needed one, so I am here to deliver! Presenting a Joanna Newsom reading challenge, curated based on the themes, folklore, and characters explored across the entirety of Joanna's discography.
This is organized in no particular order, so please feel free to go at your own pace, skip around, and veto or replace any of my choices. Hopefully everything I've chosen is fairly explanatory, but my ask box is open if you have any questions or want to chat. Here is a checklist for printing purposes, and I will list all of the books and challenges under the cut for ease of access.
Happy Reading!
The Last Unicorn, Peter S. Beagle
The Bloody Chamber, Angela Carter
Becoming Lola, Harriet Steel
Proserpine & Midas, Mary Shelley
a novel set in California
a novel exploring the theme of forgiveness
Mary Toft, or The Rabbit Queen, Dexter Palmer
Weyward, Emilia Hart
Surfacing, Margaret Atwood
The Mists of Avalon, Marion Zimmer Bradley
a novel inspired by the works of Shakespeare
a novel deeply entrenched in the symbolism of water
a novel from an author influenced by James Joyce
a novel with a bird on its cover
The Priory of the Orange Tree, Samantha Shannon
Pale Fire, Vladamir Nabokov
Tristan, Thomas Mann
The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe, C.S. Lewis
Against the Day, Thomas Pynchon
Winter's Tale, Mark Helprin
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iridescent! nineteen, they/she, black.
robin buckley & nancy wheeler's girlfriend!
i write for: the outsiders, marvel, riverdale, stranger things, the black phone, topgun & more ( check tags )!
p.s, i only write for fem! black! reader. taglists.
will write for:
stranger things: mike wheeler, robin buckley, ( platonic only ) will byers, eddie munson, steve harrington, nancy wheeler, lucas sinclair, ( platonic only ) erica sinclair, dustin henderson, max mayfield, chrissy cunningham, el hopper, joyce byers, jim hopper, angela & jonathan byers.
the outsiders: dallas winston, ponyboy curtis, sodapop curtis, darrel curtis, johnny cade, twobit matthews & steve randle.
riverdale: betty cooper, jughead jones, cheryl blossom, tony topaz, sweetpea, veronica lodge & archie andrews.
the black phone: vance hopper, bruce yamada, finney blake & robin arellano.
topgun: bradley bradshaw, pete mitchell, alex seresin & natasha trace.
i am not okay with this: sydney novak, stanley barber & dina.
marvel/mcu: steve rogers, peter parker ( all ), stephen strange, mj watson ( mcu ), gwen stacy, natasha romanova, wanda maximoff, t'challa, kate bishop, carol danvers, druig, makkari, sersi, ikaris.
never have i ever: ben gross, fabiola torres, eleanor wong, aneesa qureshi, evie & paxton hall-yoshida.
twilight: jasper hale, edward cullen, jacob black, isabella swan, rosalie hale, emmet cullen, carlisle cullen, esme cullen & alice cullen.
won't write for:
stranger things: billy hargrove, alexei, murray bauman, carol, tommy, jason carver & dr. brenner.
the outsiders: tim shephard, curly shephard, cherry & anybody that's not on the will write for list.
riverdale: anybody else that's not on the will write list.
the black phone: the grabber, griffin stagg & gwen blake.
topgun: anybody who isn't on the will write list.
marvel/mcu: tony stark, bruce banner, agatha harkness, pietro maximoff & any others that aren't on the list.
never have i ever: devi vishwakumar, eleanor wong & kamala.
twilight: victoria, renesmee cullen, aro, jane, laurent, marcus & leah clearwater.
TOP WORK:
ROBIN BUCKLEY AS YOUR GF IMAGINE.
#i am not okay with this smut#i am not okay with this x reader#ianowt x reader#the outsiders smut#mcu smut#mcu x reader#eternals smut#eternals x reader#marvel smut#marvel x reader#the outsiders x reader#the black phone smut#the black phone x reader#stranger things x reader#stranger things smut#never have i ever x reader#never have i ever smut#topgun x reader#top gun x reader#topgun smut#top gun smut#riverdale x reader#riverdale smut#ianowt smut#x black reader#black reader#x fem reader#x fem!black reader#x fem black reader
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List of books I read this year
The Summer Children by Dot Hutchison
My Sister, the Serial Killer by Oyinkan Braithwaite
The Reader by Bernhard Schlink
Kink: Stories by R.O. Kwon
Ada, or Ardor: A Family Chronicle by Vladimir Nabokov
Franny and Zooey by J.D. Salinger
The Vanishing Season by Dot Hutchison
If Beale Street Could Talk by James Baldwin
Nana by Émile Zola
Poesía completa by Alejandra Pizarnik
Hija de la fortuna by Isabel Allende
The Cure at Troy: A Version of Sophocles' Philoctetes by Seamus Heaney
The Complete Fairy Tales by Oscar Wilde
The Butcher Boy by Patrick McCabe
The Dalkey Archive by Flann O'Brien
The Likeness by Tana French
The Gathering by Anne Enright
The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe by C.S. Lewis
The Plague by Albert Camus
Ham on Rye by Charles Bukowski
Book of Mercy by Leonard Cohen
Book of Longing by Leonard Cohen
The Mists of Avalon by Marion Zimmer Bradley
Prince Caspian by C.S. Lewis
The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Dale
Oryx and Crake by Margaret Atwood
The Left Hand of Darkness by Ursula K. Le Guin
Água Viva by Clarice Lispector
Graveyard Clay: Cré na Cille by Máirtín Ó Cadhain
Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
The Voyage of the Dawn Treader by C.S. Lewis
New and Collected Poems: 1931-2001 by Czeslaw Milosz
A Wizard of Earthsea by Ursula K. Le Guin
Close Range: Brokeback Mountain and Other Stories by Annie Proulx
My Year of Rest and Relaxation by Ottessa Moshfegh
Lunch Poems by Frank O'Hara
The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd
The Silver Chair by C.S. Lewis
The Tombs of Atuan by Ursula K. Le Guin
The Satanic Verses by Salman Rushdie
As Normal as Possible: Negotiating Sexuality and Gender in Mainland China and Hong Kong by Yau Ching
The Black Phone by Joe Hill
The Horse and His Boy by C.S. Lewis
Firelight of a Different Colour: The Life and Times of Leslie Cheung Kwok-wing by Nigel Collett
The Farthest Shore by Ursula K. Le Guin
Reborn: Journals and Notebooks, 1947-1963 by Susan Sontag
I'm Glad My Mom Died by Jennette McCurdy
To Paradise by Hanya Yanagihara
To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf
Tehanu by Ursula K. Le Guin
The Magician's Nephew by C.S. Lewis
How Now, Butterfly?: A Memoir of Murder, Survival and Transformation by Charity Lee
Santa by Federico Gamboa
Farewell My Concubine by Lilian Lee
Villette by Charlotte Brontë
Tales from Earthsea by Ursula K. Le Guin
Temprada de huracanes by Fernanda Melchor
The Silent Companions by Laura Purcell
The Doll-Master and Other Tales of Terror by Joyce Carol Oates
The Year of the Witching by Alexis Henderson
Dracula by Bram Stoker
Kissing Carrion by Gemma Files
The Last Battle by C.S. Lewis
Thus Spoke Zarathustra by Friedrich Nietzsche
Sybil: The Classic True Story of a Woman Possessed by Sixteen Personalities by Flora Rheta Schreiber
The Other Wind by Ursula K. Le Guin
Columbine by Dave Cullen
Kitchen by Banana Yoshimoto
Eva Luna by Isabel Allende
Posion for Breakfast by Lemony Snicket
A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess
Postcolonial Love Poem by Natalie Díaz
Girl, Interrupted by Susanna Kaysen
The House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros
Rilke on Love and Other Difficulties: Translations and Considerations by Rainer Maria Rilke
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We can all agree on the Byers-Hopper living/hiding in the radio tower, now my contribution to this theory and to my delulu thoughts is that Jonathan is the one who started with the idea to repair the station to force all Hawkings to listen to good music lol. It started like an accident while he was exploring controls and channels (I don't even know how a radio station works) and then he is every night playing his own mixtapes as a job he invented for himself. The poster is from him I have no doubts, he has been making mixtapes since we know him, so his moment has come.
Not me again thinking of ways to make Jonathan a principal character again, because if we thought about the orange book of voltage and the video simulation with Steve, we could assume that he started this. Then again we have Murray, Mr.Clarke, and even Dustin to be "the brain" of the story, so idk. Anyway, I just want Jonathan to have scenes and a plot is that too much to ask Dufferssss??? D,:
Do we all agree they’re def living there yet? Like def a gathering place and I love the theory of them living there and I think it’s v possible! Between the Joyce driving the Bradley’s truck theory from another anon (hey plausible—I’d like to see it) and this about Jonathan basically needing a place to listen to music, this is all excellent lol. My delulu is Jonathan as underground/resistance dj (think back to “radio clash” with its lyrics about a “pirate satellite” playing in his car so loudly in s2!); but yes ffs pls give him some scenes and a plot
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» headcanon memes inspired by things i like, part 3
inspired by as dusk falls
tw: addiction.
send in a prompt and i’ll answer the corresponding question about my muse!
[ vince ] what is your muse’s relationship with themselves? do they respect themselves? do they sacrifice their own needs for others?
[ jay ] how does your muse feel about their family?
[ zoe ] has your muse experienced a traumatic event? how does that trauma affect them?
[ tyler ] what is your muse’s relationship with happiness? would they describe themselves as a happy person? what gets in the way of their happiness, if anything?
[ dale ] how does your muse deal with anger? are they physically aggressive, or more passive-aggressive?
[ dante ] is there anything in your muse’s life that would cause them to act recklessly and aggressively, even if it means harming those they care for?
[ becky ] is your muse an artist? what sorts of things do they create?
[ michelle ] how does your muse cope with feeling abandoned?
[ jim ] does your muse lie? how often? do they lie to strangers, loved ones, both, or neither?
[ joyce ] what does your muse aspire towards? do they have dreams or goals they’d like to achieve?
[ paul ] does your muse have any addictions? are they in recovery? if so, how is it going?
[ sharon ] does your muse command authority? do other people feel compelled to obey them?
[ bear ] how far would your muse go to save someone they love? would they sacrifice themselves for their loved ones?
[ stranger ] could your muse stomach working a job that harms others?
[ zeus ] does your muse like animals? which ones? do they have a pet?
[ vanessa ] is your muse rebellious? why or why not?
[ ash ] what were your muse’s feelings about and relationships with influential adults in their life?
[ big sam ] is it easy to make your muse feel suspicious of others?
[ bradley ] is there anything about your muse that’s inconsistent or poorly written? what potential does your muse have that hasn’t been fulfilled?
[ bruce ] does your muse fall in love easily? how do they respond to being in love? are they clingy, or more distant?
[ jason ] if your muse has kids, what kind of a parent are they? if they don’t have kids, what kind of a parent might they be?
[ may ] does your muse follow a religion? what is their relationship with religion?
[ todd ] does your muse like wild parties, or are they the type to stay at home?
[ trucker ] would your muse help out a stranger in need? what are their motivations for doing so or not doing so?
[ leland ] what would your muse be like if they were able to follow their dreams? what does the best version of your muse look like?
#sentence starters#ask meme#ask memes#rp meme#rp memes#inbox meme#inbox memes#mine#headcanon memes inspired by things i like#this is the only one of the ask memes i'm posting today that belongs to a series!#the rest will be specifically for as dusk falls
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