#stubborn steve

[steve-rogers-language]

Sweetie go to bed!❤️

- @witch-oftheflowers

No.

[octaviusing]

Alex Hirsch cursed my brain with pyramid Steve and this is the only way I can remove him from my thoughts

[ivysos2001]

Anyone who knows anything about Steve Rogers knows he’s the most stubborn person in the world (especially when it comes to people he cares about) so tbh I really can’t see a reality where he gets to vormir to return the soul stone and calmly accepts that his partner and closest friend of the last eleven years is dead and gone and moves on rather than getting there and doing something reckless and insane to try to get her back

[sersi]

Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2014) | Loki 2.06: Glorious Purpose (2023)

[horsegirlsodapop]

Do you have angsty sodapop hcs

eeek DO I? yes of course!!

um. he's a good liar. he doesn't lie about anything big, but he's good at telling alternate stories with enough of the truth, he's good at playing up his stupidity, acting sheepish. he keeps secrets. he cries over small things like stray cats and roadkill and a charlie brown christmas but he hates his brothers to see him cry when he's upset about the things that matter. he wipes his tears from his face and smiles at himself in the mirror because he figures he can convince his body into feeling happy if he forces it. his knee is fucked from the rodeo injury, and it aches before it rains. he knows he's handsome and knows how to use it; he doesn't think anyone likes him past his looks. there is a lot ponyboy doesn't know about him and will never know. he misses home without ever having left it. he has this dream where his mom is walking from the living room to his bedroom to wake him up for school; he can hear her footsteps in the hall. he wakes up every time the train goes by, knowing darry in the room over is hearing it too, feeling the proximity of their parents death and the ways their house is haunted. he's the only one out of his brothers to enjoy swimming. he's superstitious. he's a mirror. he's a martyr. he's destined to die young.

[dynamicdiplomacy]

Surprise art for my Outsiders fic, Love's a Stubborn Fool. I've had this image of Pony and Soda's bedroom burning in my brain for weeks and now friends, you get to witness it too!

A quiet moment between Darry and Pony, after an unexpected awakening in the middle of the night.

“You can’t make promises like that.” He says matter-of-factly like it’s not the cruelest thing Darry’s ever heard from his lips. His baby brother, who used to go through the world making pinky promises with reckless abandon and a surefire grin, has had so many promises torn away from him that he doesn’t believe in them anymore.

If you haven’t read the fic yet, you can find it here:

Do not repost, adapt, or modify any of my art or writing.

[harringroveera]

Harringrove soulmates/soulmarks AU

[psychotic-nonsense]

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"Eddie...?"

"I'm sorry. No. Not quite."

"The hell does that mean-" Steve doesn't get to finish. His body reacts on its own again, wanting to surge and face the evil head on. All it does is strain everything in him again, makes him hiss in pain and struggle to remain upright.

The hand that he didn't even realize left returns, and the other holds a wet cloth. It dabs at his forehead, lukewarm and comforting. Everything is as cold as the Upside Down, these days.

"Not important. It really is best that you stay in place." That tone is monotone again, the brief moment of clarity gone. It's back, the... thing using Eddie's voice, his body, his face like an amateur puppeteer. How brutally ironic. "You must heal."

Steve, ever stubborn, bats the hand above him away. It's just a limp wave in his state, but the thing backs off. The hand behind him remains though, surrendering to help Steve find his way up. It's tough, considering how swollen one hand feels and the lingering phantom pains that Steve's body endured but Eddie's did not, but Steve gets himself into a sitting position.

"'Not important,' my ass." Probably not the best threat when Steve hacks up a lung immediately after. The thing doesn't respond, and when Steve faces it again, it's face is painfully blank. Wide, yellow glowing eyes stare at him, a bare hint of white at its center, so utterly familiar yet simultaneously foreign.

"If you're not Eddie, then what are you?" Steve spits, full of emotion compared to the husk beside him. He brings his left hand up to his chest, rubbing softly along the wrist with his other and wincing at the feeling.

The thing takes in a breath, eyes flitting off to the side briefly before returning. Still with that infuriating lack of emotion. "You are not in a good state to have this conversation."

It reaches for Steve's hands with the rag, and he pulls them out of reach. Too quickly, as well, his jaw instinctively clenching with the motion, resulting in an even more embarrassing groan of pain. "You don't know that," Steve forces out.

"I do."

"How so?"

"You are injured, weak. And this is a complicated matter."

"You just don't want to tell me."

"Because it will be too hard for you to hear."

Damn, it's got him there. As much as Steve wants to know, he's not sure he could bear the answer. Everything rubs so raw, everything having happened in such quick succession to him, and he feels like a live wire.

It reaches for his hands again, now frozen on his lap. Steve doesn't fight it, lets it carefully take his hands in its own. "Rest, let yourself calm." The thing says. "Then I will tell you."

Steve, begrudgingly, welcomes the still damp rag it wraps around his swollen hand. Doesn't do more than flinch when it's warm hands begin carefully massaging his through the cloth, thumbs circling around the wrist in a barely there pressure Steve feels in pulsing waves.

He takes the time to study the thing beside him. Human, definitely, an exact replica of Eddie at its core. Same clothes, same hair, all the same from the last time Steve saw Eddie alive. Except this thing glows like a faint light bulb, the light seeming to come from its entire being rather than one place. Steve already knows it's eyes, wide and unfeeling, pure gold but for a pale shape at the center.

Then there's the scars. When Steve last saw Eddie's body, there was a huge gash along it's left cheek, deep and bloody. Now the mark remains, but it glows the same damn bright gold as everything else. No blood, no tears, and this thing seems to have no problem talking with it. He wonders what that means for the wounds that took Eddie.

A slightly stronger pressure is applied to his wrists, and Steve groans again. The hands stop, let him breathe through the pain. Sprained, at best, and the doctors lingering around Hawkins have more to deal with than one possibly broken bone.

They've been sitting in silence for who knows how long now, the rag in their shared hands already cooling. The massage and quiet have done their job for Steve's brain, allowing him to come down from the panic. He's still pretty raw, but he no longer feels so in danger.

"Can I ask you something else then?" he asks carefully, voice raspy and soft.

The thing doesn't respond right away, and doesn't look up when it answers. "Yes."

"Where'd you get hot water from?"

It almost seems to relax at the question, as if it was expecting a different one. It still hasn't moved, still cradling Steve's hand. "Your bags had water and matches. This place had pots, and we are in the woods."

Fair enough, Steve supposes. "Why bother? Water is water."

"It is cold, and you are weak. We assumed the heat would help."

There it goes with the 'we' thing. It referred to itself that way earlier too. But Steve knows he should be wary with what he asks, so he ignores it for now, in place of something far more important.

"Is Robin okay?" His voice cracks a little there. Neither of them talk much louder than a whisper, but Steve still glances over at his best friend. She remains asleep, unmoving in every place but the one that matters.

"You both have similar injuries. You have woken, so she will too. She will be okay."

Steve sighs, put more at ease by that than he thought he'd be. Yet the response only creates more questions. He gently pulls his hand away, turning back to face the thing beside him. It does the same. Confusion to blankness.

"How'd you find us?" Steve asks slowly.

It blinks in response, pausing. "I found you in the Other woods." It says 'other' like it's a title. "I don't know what happened to you."

"Why did you bring us here?"

"It was empty. Close to the Gates."

Steve's coming up on the point of no return. He can feel it. He doesn't ask the more obvious, important question, but he can't stop himself from toeing that invisible line. "Why take us in at all?"

The thing finally shows its first sign of emotion in a while, eyebrows furrowing just slightly. Guilty again. "This is your home. You weren't safe there."

They stare at each other for a while after that. Steve holds back every impossible question he has. It watches him, face falling just a tiny bit more, waiting for him to break.

Steve cracks. His voice shakes, fighting to keep himself in control. To stay calm enough so he can finally get answers. "You apologized for bringing us... here earlier. How did you even know about that- about any of this? The boathouse, the medical supplies, how to start a fire. What-" He stops himself before he goes too far.

Its eyes search his expression, flitting between the injuries across his face. Still just the barest hint of guilt in the slight furrow of his eyebrows. Eyes still wide and inhuman. "I was told."

Steve doesn't ask, 'By who?' Doesn't let it come out in the desperate wail it wants to. Because he already knows. So he gives that plea to another question, puts as much emotion into the pathetic whisper that slips past his injured jaw.

And he breaks. "What are you?"

[fangirl-docintraining]

✨Announcements✨

Cowboy like Me is now currently planned to be 20 chapters total, so I’ll be wrapping it up soon. My plan is to keep the weekly updates, but I take my big board exam not this Friday but next so I may have to take the week off if I don’t have it prewritten in time. But rn we’re chillin

And before yall panic, I do get some time off, and I may take a couple weeks to chill and not post BUT may also keep the shielded, tbh it depends on how bored I get not having to do anything and if I end up writing more 😂 however either way my plan after CLM is to go back and do more one shots and mini series in the SGUN universe so fear not I still need to yap

[sodapopcurtis-dx-asks]

*3 bi pride pins for Steve + Darry + Soda, a gay pride pin for Pony, a pan for Two-bit*

(for soda is in big letters across the top of the note)

Steve admitted to being gay for you yesterday but he doesn’t think you’ll ever love him back, go kiss that man, don’t believe me? Look at yesterday’s awnsers!

Soda reads the note over before putting the pins to the side. He kind of just frowns and turns away so Two-Bit can't read it over his shoulder this time.

I ain't invading his space whether he likes me or not, just ain't my business.

And not only that, I'm sure as hell not kissing him! He and I are both unavailable. Y'know what that means? Means that if we do something like that, we'll get weird looks at both our girls. Even if they're not relationships right now.

Soda picks up the pansexual one and holds it to Two-Bit. Two just stares at it for a moment, holding the candy bar in his mouth by just his teeth as he took it from Soda with both hands.

“What's this?”

“Some gay merch for your gay ass.” Soda teased, smirking as he put the others behind the shelf. “It's a flag, dummy!”

“Well no shit sherlock, I just 'bout figured that much out!” Two-Bit took the candy out of his mouth and chewed as he stared at the pin. “Cool colors.”

“I think those are the uh, er... I dunno actually. But they are pretty neat!”

So, fun fact actually: The first pride flag ever made was in 1978. So instead of just breaking the time here, these two just don't know what flags they are. They are cool though!

[captainpikeachu]

We don’t talk enough about how Steve and John actually share one brain cell and that brain cell is all about throwing hands with people bigger/tougher than they are

You got Steve back in the 40s being a scrawny little guy with no weapons and still ready to have a go at it all day because he wasn’t gonna back down from a bigger bully

Then you got John in the present day with no gun and no shield and no powers and no backup, literally all alone on top of a moving truck with super powered enemies but still not backing down

Both of them just totally willing to get their asses kicked

They’re literally just full of this energy ⬇️

[sabbathbloodysabbeth]

So you guys remember this post that I posted the other day? The one where Eddie makes a deal with Steve to read a book for him? Well I kind of have been working on more for that. (Slowly but surely) and I kind of want to post and get an opinion on this scene I wrote for it, I still have to edit it but for the general idea I was just curious to see if I should I keep it in the oneshot

Eddie had told himself that he wasn't going to pay attention to Steve Harrington after their agreement in the library. But he was never good at holding himself to his own word. Ten minutes after he had left Steve by himself in that aisle, he found himself wandering the school hallways. Specifically near the nurses lounge, where he spends possibly five minutes standing outside of in hopes of hearing Steve inside.

When he realizes he wasn't going to actually know if the king was in there without actually walking in there himself he becomes slightly agitated.

An idea pops into his head when he hears the bell ring, signaling the end of the period and the beginning of the next. He scurries to the side of the hallway, where he can catch every face that passes him. Crossing his arms as he leans back a bit, glancing over faces before finding exactly the one he needs.

He nearly tackles Gareth when he sees the familiar flannel vest. Quickly shoving him in the direction of the nurses office, with some struggle. Enough struggle that the book in his hand was nearly smacked away towards the wall to their right.

"What the hell dude!" Gareth's voice squeaks a bit.

Eddie may have accidentally chosen the wrong trooper for this job. With how much he was concentrated on this singular quest he had forgotten Gareth was one to piss off fairly easy. His nose was already scrunching up and he was already starting to smack Eddie's chest as his face began to match the color of his flannel.

"Eddie what the fuck!" Gareth finally gains some control as he quickly turns around and shoves Eddie backwards and into a couple of passing bystanders.

Awkwardly smiling, Eddie wiggles his fingers apologetically towards the group of kids before he's quickly walking back up to Gareth. Realizing he was going to have to come up with a good excuse as to why he had to go into the nurses office and check to see if Steve Harrington was inside.

Making a whoopsie face Eddie quickly leans forward and plops his hands down on the other's shoulders. "Sorry Gare bear didn't mean to startle you but I need your assistance my kind sir." He tilts his head and bit and hopes that his smile could possibly soften the other's anger. Just enough to receive his help.

Gareth grumbles a bit as he angrily lifts his hands up and squeezes his fists dramatically. As if he was reenacting choking Eddie out. As he angrily growls a bit he then smacks the others hands off from him as he glances down at his watch. Making even angrier noises when the bell goes off again, telling both him and Eddie they were late to their next class.

"This better be fucking good Munson." He growls out a bit before crossing his arms around his chest.

Eddie laughs a bit awkwardly, "Well you see- I kind of need you to walk into the nurses room for me and check to see if Steve Harrington is in there." He puts on his best smile again, but this time it wasn't working nearly as well as before.

Gareth's eyes were starting to do that squinty thing, along with his fists digging into his sides. Eddie's pretty sure that the boys left eye twitches a little.

"Did you seriously just nearly tackle me in the fucking hall way just to get me to check and see if his highness was in the nurses office?" Gareth's voice carry's no tone as he talks, which was not a good sign for Eddie.

"Language young Jedi, do you talk to your mother with that mouth?"

"Eddie!"

"Fine, I may or may not have done that. But it's important, I'll let you do whatever you want with the next character you build." He promises as he brings his hands up. "Scouts honor."

Gareth takes a moment to think before he's grumbling and turning to enter into the nurses office. The bell on the door dings lightly behind him as Eddie carefully starts to pace back and forth down the hallway. Chewing on his nails a bit as he keeps an eye on the door.

Five minutes pass before the door opens again with Gareth holding a hall pass. His face was not as red anymore, and he now had a lolly pop in his mouth.

"So?" Eddie asks impatiently.

"No sign of him," Gareth answers before he adds, "now can I go back to class? Or do you want me to go in there and find out how big his feet are from his file next?" He sasses.

"Oh shut up, and get to class you little asswipe." Eddie grumbles a bit. Mood slightly soured as he realizes the Steve didn't listen to him.

A soft "bitch" is sent his way before Gareth is leaving him by the nurses door.

Eddie swings back to the library, just to make sure that he didn't miss Steve in there. When he realizes there was no use in searching he plops himself down at one of the tables that sat in front of the check out area.

Sulking just a little as he checks the time, seeing he barely had twenty minutes of class left. Deciding that there was no point in going he ends up opening the book from earlier and slowly begins to read the first page.

Yeah sorry to be that guy I just need an opinion and I don’t have any beta readers rn. Also I need help deciding a name for this oneshot oh my god

[steveandnatlover76]

Yelena: Hey, troublemaker, get out of the closet. Open up, this is a hospital! You can’t do that here.

Ilya: Take stinky girl back!

Yelena: I can assure you your mama will not be open to the idea. Where would we take the baby, by the way?

Ilya: Daddy take baby girl back to the shop, get big refund and then buy new baby brother together with Ilya!

Yelena: Oh, interesting concept…

[incorrectgenv]

Jordan: If I die, my funeral is going to be the biggest party ever and you're all invited

Emma: If?

Marie: Great, the only party I've ever been invited to and they might not even die.

[dynamicdiplomacy]

New Fic Alert!

Love's a Stubborn Fool

Fandom: The Outsiders (S.E. Hinton)

Characters: Darrel 'Darry' Curtis, Sodapop Curtis, Ponyboy Curtis, Johnny Cade, Two-Bit Mathews, Steve Randle, Dallas Winston

Relationships: All friendship and sibling bonding, no romance

Summary:

Love gets them into all kinds of things, doesn’t it? It’s what got them into this one after all. Darry loved his brothers enough to throw all his dreams away, loved them enough to spend his twenties breaking his back, loved them enough to become a completely different man. The Darry from last year was gone and they weren’t ever going to see it again.

When Darry's hurt turns into something a whole lot worse, everyone realizes that he's the only thing holding everything together. What do you do when the glue's gone and you're left with only the shards?

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Darry Whump, Brotherly Love, Good Brother Sodapop Curtis, Injury Recovery, Everybody Needs a Hug, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Dally and Darry are Friends, Everyone's Struggling But They're Struggling Together

Available on AO3:

[ivysos2001]

One of my favorite things about Captain America is the fact that the title was made up by a bunch of pr people for their war propaganda campaign and somehow when Steve Rogers ended up forcing his way back into the actual military with a reckless side quest to save his best friend he just ?? kept the title and everyone started treating it as a legitimate military rank (until I guess it just became one lol)

Like Steve basically manifested his way into a position of authority in the us army by taking advantage of his propaganda-created influence and I love that for him