#steve is a father

[chloesimaginationthings]

William Afton winning that “idgaf” award in FNAF

[morganbritton132]

Steve being unable to distinguish parental love from romantic feelings because he doesn’t know what it’s like to love your parents lead to him going up to Eddie one day like, “Hey, man. I don’t think we can hang out anymore because I’m in love with your uncle.”

Eddie has a blue-screen of death moment years before he’ll even learn what that is and is just like, “What?”

Steve is just like, “yeah, sorry. It sucks because I like hanging out with you and everything.”

Then he goes on to describe how Wayne makes him feel warm and safe. One time, Wayne said he was doing a good job and that he was proud of him, “And I smiled for days after that. It was crazy.”

“Right…” Eddie says slowly. “I don’t think you’re in love with my uncle…. I think you’re just experiencing what it’s like to have a good father figure.”

Steve just blinks at him, “Oh.”

Then he turns around and yells into the back of family video, “Robin! I don’t have bi thoughts, I just have bad parents!”

Robin yells back, “You have both!”

[bi-n-evil]

Me seeing a fictional character be portrayed as a dom when they're literally such a sub:

[livwritesstuff]

i went on a deep dive of the Steve & Hopper ao3 tag yesterday and and it got me thinking about what would happen if Chief of Police Hopper ran into Steve and Eddie while he was on patrol after pseudo-adopting Steve, and it’s been long enough that Hopper is sort of a safe-person for Steve so Steve goes into full-fledged bitch mode when Hopper tries to pull cop stuff on them, and Eddie (who knew about none of this because Steve is a chronic under-sharer) is so totally baffled.

He’d spent years watching Steve sweet-talk his way out of trouble. Even before they started hooking up it used to drive Eddie goddamn insane, because if (when) Eddie pulled any of this shit Steve gets away with, he’d be totally screwed, but all Steve has to do is flash a sheepish grin and run a hand through his hair once or twice and say, all baleful, “I really didn’t mean any trouble,” and he’s home free.

It has its perks though, or so he's learned during his last few months of hanging around with Steve, so when Steve and Eddie’s make-out session is interrupted by the tell-tale red and blue lights of a cop car pulling up behind where Steve parked the Beemer a few hundred yards down a maintenance road, Eddie’s not all that worried. In fact, he’s got a pretty good amount of faith in Steve’s ability to spin up some story to keep them out of any real trouble, and as Chief Hopper ambles over to them, Eddie prepares himself for a whole show of, “Yes Chief, sorry Chief, it won’t happen again Chief.”

So imagine Eddie's complete and utter surprise when Hopper barks, “Hey, morons! What the hell do you think you’re doing?” and Steve only rolls his eyes and says, “What’s it to you?”

Eddie feels his jaw drop.

“Steve,” he mutters through gritted teeth. He tries to elbow Steve into shutting the hell up, but he misses because Steve has already taken several steps forward to meet Hopper, his face turned up in a kind of defiance Eddie doesn’t think he’s ever seen on him before.

“What’s it to me?” Hopper repeats, glowering at Steve, “It’s midnight. I’m on patrol. You’ve got one of the most recognizable cars in this entire damn town parked in a restricted-access zone with this idiot–” Hopper gestures at Eddie (Eddie didn’t think the pointing or the idiot were necessary, but clearly, clearly, he’s missing something here), “–who’s been dragged into my station more times than I could count.”

“The town line, Hop, is over there,” Steve says, pointing at an indiscriminate spot over Hop’s shoulder that may or may not be part of the Hawkins town line, “We’re not even in Hawkins anymore. You’re totally out of your jurisdiction.”

“You wanna know something about jurisdiction, smart-ass?” Hopper asks, “If my report says shit happened in my jurisdiction, it happened in my jurisdiction.”

“Wow,” Steve deadpans, “Way to not sound totally corrupt. Nice work, Chief.”

Hopper’s jaw twitches for a second, and he’s clearly debating if he wants to keep arguing with Steve who, to Steve’s credit, looks like he’s got debate in him for days. Ultimately though, Hopper decides against it and stalks back over to his squad car.

“If you’re not home by one there’s gonna be hell to pay. You hear me, Harrington?” Hopper yells, “One AM. Hell to pay.”

“Oh, sure,” Steve rolls his eyes, “Totally hear you. One AM. Loud and clear or whatever.”

Steve flips the cruiser both birds as it peels away, which Hopper only flashes his high beams at a couple times before he’s gone, kicking up a bunch of dirt and mulch and leaves in his wake, and Steve is wearing an exasperated expression as he turns to face Eddie again.

“God, he’s so annoying. Let’s just go to my house.”

Eddie gapes at him.

“What the fuck was that?”

“Huh?”

“What the fuck was that?” Eddie repeated, gesturing wildly towards where Hopper’s car had just been.

“Wha– you mean with Hop?”

“Uh, yeah?!?”

Steve just brushed him off, “Whatever, just ignore him. He’s basically my dad.”

“What?”

EDIT: read the expanded fic on AO3 :)

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

Father Of The Bride → Fathers Of The Bride → Their Best Friend's Wedding

[hawkinsbnbg]

Steve worried about his pups hanging around Eddie 'the drug dealer' Munson and decided to spy on them during Hellfire hour, but was immediately sent into a presentation heat when he saw how good the alpha was with the kids.

[shushmal]

Steve never tells anyone about it, but in the back of his closet is a duffle bag of clothes, and a wallet.

His grandpa gave him the wallet with two dollars in it, probably intending it to be Steve's first wallet to go buy milkshakes with after school. It was so long ago that Steve doesn't really remember receiving it—only that it was his grandfather's old wallet, black leather worn on the edges.

He never uses the two dollars for milkshakes. Instead, he stuffs whatever spare cash he has into it, hides it down in the bottom of the duffle bag beneath spare clothes and a set of shoes. The year he turns fourteen, there's a box in the mail, new leather, brown and unyielding. This is the one that sits like lead weight in his back pocket.

Sometimes, he pulls the bag out of his closet, pulls everything out of it, obsessively repacks it. Counts the cash. Re-laces the shoes.

When he's sixteen and gifted the car, he stares at it longingly and knows he'd never make it out of Indiana with a car that belongs to his father.

Then Will Beyers goes missing. Then Barbara Holland dies. Then his gets his heart broken. Then he meets his best friend. Then he meets his soul mate. Then and then and then.

But the duffle bag is still sitting in the back of his closet. He takes it out, re-packs his clothes, counts the cash, replaces the shoes with something sturdier.

Then he falls in love with a man wanted for murder. A man only safe for as long as the hospital keeps him as a patient. And it's an easy decision—one he's been wanting to make for so, so long—for much more selfish, lonely reasons.

So he takes the truck keys from Wayne, and he sneaks into the hospital after midnight. They're across the county line before the hour is up, his duffle bag hidden under the passenger seat now, this time with Eddie's bookbag stuffed alongside it.

[harveyguillensource]

Teaser images from FX for WWDITS Season 6 Episode 6, Laszlo's Father.

[queenie-ofthe-void]

Father's Day

Was going to post this for the steddie microfic June prompt, but decided it's probably not Steddie-centric. Still sticking to the reqs though, just for fun!

prompt: "stuff" || wc: 483 || rated: G || cw: none

~~~

Everyone knows Steve’s house is free reign for hangouts, yet the Party’s collectively designated Sundays as alone time for the new couple. So it’s a bit of a surprise that someone’s knocking. 

The fact someone’s knocking at all is weird.

“Hey sweetheart,” Eddie shouts from the living room, “can you grab that? I think someone’s here.”

Steve opens the door to find Dustin and Max looking slightly shy, if he had to put his finger on it. Odd, especially for them. They’re holding gift bags filled with colorful tissue paper, Max’s blue and Dustin’s red.

Before Steve can invite them in, they surge past him towards the living room. So not too far off from normal, he thinks.

He trails after them and finds Eddie right where he left him– sitting on the floor, surrounded by DnD books and a notebook perched in his lap.

“Babe, what are the sheepies doing here? It’s Sunday,” Eddie asks. He’s smiling up at them, despite the interruption.

Of course they’re happy to see the kids– always are, always will be– but only these two could get away with showing up on Eddie and Steve day.

“We brought you something,” Max says, thrusting the gift into Steve’s arms. Dustin drops his onto Eddie’s lap, scattering his loose notes.

Curious, Steve looks to catch Eddie’s expression to find him already tearing into the gift. Steve sets his on the coffee table and digs out the colorful paper.

Inside he finds a plain, white coffee mug, except it’s been hand-painted with colorful paint pens. On it he finds a basketball, baseball, and a crudely drawn version of his beloved beemer. But on the front, the word “Dingus” is written in Max’s bubble font underneath a bloody version of his nail bat. 

His eyes sting with warmth, and he looks up at Max, whose cheeks are flushed red. Steve finds Eddie holding a similar mug covered in what he assumes are DnD monsters, along with some dice, and his precious Warlock on the front with “Metalhead” underneath.

“What is this,” Steve asks, choking on the lump lodged in his throat.

“It’s all stuff you like,” Max replies, pointing at the mug, choosing the easy answer instead of the real one.

”No– why?” Steve feels like he can’t breathe, his eyes almost full, and his heart racing.

“It’s Father’s Day,” Dustin says, sniffling and wringing his hat in his hands “and me and Max, you know, we don’t–”

“You guys taught us how to play basketball, so we could practice with Lucas,” Max interrupts. “And how to play guitar. And all of the Upside-Down stuff. You’re always here.”

Steve wraps Max up in his arms, dragging her to the ground next to Dustin similarly draped over Eddie. It’s not the six little nuggets Steve asked for.

But these kids– their kids– are so much more than he ever could’ve hoped for.

~~~

To everyone out there who doesn't have a father, your father is absolute shit, or you mom was both parents -- I hope you have as good a Sunday as possible.

[whumpypepsigal]

“Being initially shocked, Corlys is then very proud. It’s because that’s my son. Off his own back, he’s made something of himself. And I think that’s very important for Corlys because that’s how he sees himself.” — Steve Toussaint as Lord Corlys Velaryon.

Yes, two words, but they mean just more than “well done.” They mean, “I see you.” — Clinton Liberty as Addam of Hull

[morganbritton132]

Even more add-ons for the Steve Has Older Siblings AU:

1. One time Jason asked out a girl at the park but she turned him down because she can’t date someone with a kid. Instead of explaining that Steve was his brother, he left a four year old alone at the park to go see a movie. Steve got bored and hungry so he walked to Tommy’s house because it was close by. Mrs. H called his dad’s office and they both got in trouble.

2. Steve went to work with his parents for Take Your Kid To Work Day when he was five and his dad pointed at a guy and said, “This is Matt McDonald. One day his job will be yours.” Matt was an unpaid intern and also his dad spent the entire day berating him so much that he looked like he was going to cry. Steve slipped out the room the moment he got the nerve up and sat under his mom’s desk for the rest of the day.

3. During Steve’s first year lifeguarding, Claire and Richie brought their kids to the pool and Jason, who doesn’t have kids, came too to hang out. No one asked if Steve wanted to come. None of them even talked to him while they were there even after they must’ve seen him working.

4. None of them met Nancy. Steve made real damn sure of that.

5. Its not the first argument between his parents to scare him but it’s memorable because it’s New Years Eve and they break the model car he got for Christmas. It’s also memorable because it’s the first time someone calls the cops. They stand on the front porch with Chief Hopper, and his mom is saying that she’s taking the kids to her mother’s, and Richard is saying that she can take her kid but not his. He gives in when Claire starts crying, and they sleep four in a row on his grandma’s pullout couch. The next morning, Richard shows up with flowers and breakfast, and they all go home. Everything forgiven.

6. Steve gets pulled aside by his dad later that day and given a lecture on when it’s appropriate to call the police and when something is a family matter. Steve tells him that he didn’t call 911 and gets his tv privileges revoked for lying even though he wasn’t. He asks about his model car and Richard says he’ll get him a new one. He never does.

[pomegranatelifethis]

What does it matter?

Stark Tower was as lively as ever. My father—Tony Stark—was locked away in his lab, creating who knows what. Pepper was busy handling business, and the Avengers were out saving the world.

And me?

I was the most invisible member of the team. Sure, my last name was Stark, but to my father, it was as if I didn’t exist. Since I was little, I had been raised by nannies. On my birthdays, Tony was always too busy. Sometimes, he even forgot Christmas. To him, I was just a biological fact, nothing more.

Today was no different. Wandering around the tower, I found myself in the training room. I was trying to practice on the punching bag, but my movements were sloppy and uncoordinated. Just as I threw another weak punch, I lost my balance and stumbled forward.

“Not bad, but you need to bend your knees more,” a familiar voice said.

I turned to see Steve Rogers watching me with a small smile.

I shrugged. “What’s the point? It’s not like anyone notices anyway.”

Steve frowned. “What do you mean no one notices?”

“My dad,” I muttered. “To him, I don’t exist. It doesn’t matter if I prove myself—he still won’t care.”

Steve studied me in silence before pulling up a chair and sitting down. “You know, I used to feel the same way. Back in the war, I thought I had to prove myself. But I learned that it’s not about how others see you—it’s about how you see yourself.”

Before I could respond, another voice interrupted.

“Hey, is Steve giving you one of his boring life lessons?” Sam Wilson—Falcon—grinned as he leaned against the doorway.

I rolled my eyes. “It’s not that bad.”

“Good,” Sam said, walking over. “Then why don’t you train with us? Want to learn some real combat skills?”

A spark of hope ignited in me. “Seriously?”

Steve nodded. “Of course. You’re part of the team.”

Part of the team? My dad had never said that. But if Steve and Sam did… maybe I wasn’t so alone after all.

From that day on, the Avengers became my family. Steve taught me how to fight, Natasha gave me spy tips, and Bruce helped me with my studies. And Clint? He was always there, supporting me like a real father would.

The only one missing was Tony.

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[hawkinsbnbg]

“Can we keep him, Uncle Wayne?”

Wayne didn’t look up from his newspaper, too used to his nephew picking up strays and bringing them home. God blessed the boy’s big young heart, but their trailer didn’t have space for another kitty or pup.

“I told ya before and I told ya it now,” Wayne said gruffly but not unkindly. “We don’t have space for your pet, son.”

“He’s not–”

“Eds, I’ll be fine on my own,” a quiet voice cut in before Eddie could start his usual speech.

That garnered Wayne’s attention immediately. And there standing next to his nephew was Steve Harrington who looked worse for wear—red puffy eyes, split lips, disheveled hair, and rumpled clothes.

“What happened?” Wayne set his newspaper aside and straightened up in his chair. He had a few good guesses already given what he knew of Richard and Amanda, but he still wanted to hear their side of the story first.

“His parents kicked him out,” Eddie hissed, hand clutching Steve’s fiercely in case the other boy tried to get away. He didn’t, just deflated as soon as the words were out of Eddie’s mouth.

“I’m sorry, sir,” Steve mumbled, eyes shining stubbornly as they locked with Wayne’s. “I just need a place to stay until tomorrow and then I’ll be out of your hair soon.”

“Stevie,” Eddie turned to him with an exasperated look. “You can’t believe that I’d let you leave after everything, right?”

“I know you want to help,” Steve rubbed a hand down his face tiredly, like he needed to hide a part of himself, vulnerable and slightly worn-out. “But I don’t wanna intrude.”

“You won’t,” Eddie shook his head rapidly and then looked at Wayne. “Right, Wayne? He’s not bothering you or anything, right?”

Wayne took in the sight of the Harrington boy, scared and lost, and knew his decision had been made for him. It wasn’t his first time taking in a stray anyway.

“Just call me Wayne or Uncle Wayne, kid,” he offered Steve a closed-mouthed smile, his most amiable one. “We don’t have much here, but feel free to ask me anything you need.”

When Steve ducked his head with a shy smile and sniffled a small Thank you, Wayne didn’t regret his choice.

It didn’t hurt that his nephew also beamed at him like Wayne had just saved the world.

And in a sense, to Eddie, it was true.

Because Wayne could see how much the Harrington boy meant to him, see the way they looked at each other without admitting it aloud.

Perhaps, Wayne picked up his newspaper again as Eddie offered the Munson’s new member a mug of warm milk, he was going to have another son soon enough.

[haleyatwell]

FATHER OF THE BRIDE PART II (1995) dir. Charles Shyer

[elemain]

I don't have the imagination to make long and elaborate comics, so take these scenes:

Bill: Okay, secrets of the universe, how do you take care of a baby?

"AHORA TIENES BRAZOS!!!"

Typical Steve

Intentado vestir un triángulo chubby (el tema de su corbata y bombín lo veré mas adelante-)

Bill: Ohh, you're liking your new play ground now, heh?

(Quadrangle of Qonfusion from Journal 3)

Steve: Here I brought your king's cape, Bill

Bill: Perfect! That painting will look great!

-

Bueno, mi mente prefiere que Steve siga siendo un niño, asi que hasta ahí nos va el asunto familiar de Bill y Steve 🤷🏻‍♀️

Un "aprendiz" gratuito, adorable y casi obediente / A gratuitous, adorable, and almost obedient "apprentice"

Y una gran escusa para olvidar por un momento que mataste a toda tu familia y la del escuincle que estás cuidando / And a great excuse to forget for a moment that you killed your entire family and that of the kid you're babysitting

Bonus:

"Everything is going wonder"