Quite surprised there’s not a lot of these AUs considering how much Steve apparently sleeps around but anywho.
Teen Dad Steve who finds out one of the girls he’d slept with pre-Nancy is pregnant and he damn well intends on helping out however he can.
Turns out; helping means taking his son (his SON) and having full custody because the mom, no matter how much she wants to be involved, can’t take care of him.
Steve’s alright for the first 6 months of little Louie Harrington’s life.
But then his parents come home and shit hits the fan.
Which— fair enough. He was only 17 and already had a whole ass son, they were gonna freak out.
But kicking him AND aforementioned son out? With no where to go? No money? Barely a job?
That’s just fucked up.
But Steve makes do, and lives out of his car for no more than a month before finally landing his hands on a cheap trailer in Forest Hills.
He and Louie move in and sure, it’s rough. But he’s got a nice paying job at the Diner and yeah maybe he has to skip some classes to get extra money but it’s fine. It pays his bills and rent and that’s all that really matters.
It’s fine.
And then the second wave of Upside Down fuckery hits, and Steve’s suddenly in the hospital with a grade 4 concussion (whatever that means) and his top priority is to make sure someone is with Louie.
Enter Claudia Henderson, Dustin’s mom.
She takes care of Louie for as long as Steve is in the hospital and then some when Steve can’t be left unsupervised in case his head worsens.
And that’s how the Party is introduced to little Louie (as they all call him).
Steve’s stunned to find out that Mike and Lucas are so good with little kids, but the two of them love stopping by the Henderson’s (and later on the trailer) to see little Louie and offer to babysit for him whenever.
The other kids take a little bit of time to warm up to Louie (and the fact that Steve’s actually a parent) but when they do Steve never ceases to have at least one of them over.
And with all the racket brings in the attention of nosy neighbors.
Steve is well accustomed to nosy neighbors. Mr. and Mrs. Lincoln next door to his parents were always looking to snitch on him for something or other.
But Miss Bottomette and her grandchildren Noah and Casey were sweethearts. Steve didn’t mind having them over for dinner or going over there. Miss Bottomette was the one to teach him how to actually put his cooking skills to work.
Linda and Tom, a newly married couple down the road, were quite eccentric but that’s what made them charming. Steve found their dog, Dasher, quite the sweetheart.
And even Mr. Knowles, the grouchy old man next door to Miss Bottomette, seemed to take a liking to Steve and Louie.
It wasn’t long before the story behind the new boy in 2718 New Bird Ave was revealed: Teen Dad Kicked Out.
Then the whole town knew. And while most people were nice about it, even supportive of how he had taken a step into his child’s life, there were always those people who sneered.
Steve ignored them, loving the life he was working on making for himself and Louie in the trailer park.
The only neighbors he never seemed to meet, despite the looming presence, were the Munsons, right across the street.
Steve knew about the Munsons. Well— he knew about Eddie Munson; drug dealer who was on his second run of senior year. Steve actually shared a few classes with him.
He’d yet to meet the mysterious Wayne Munson, but that was to be expected with work schedules.
And then Steve was graduating, and his parents didn’t show up.
But that was totally fine. Cause the kids, Claudia, Joyce— even Hopper with El— were there. They held up little baby Louie while Steve walked the stage.
He’d heard rumors of Eddie Munson having to retake senior year for a third time— but he didn’t dwell on it for too long. Because sure, he missed more than his fair share of classes and scraped by with a C+ average.
But he did it.
And then summer hit, Dustin left for camp, and the mall opened up.
Steve picked up a job at Scoops Ahoy, cutting back on his hours at the Diner but still staying there because the money was needed and the tips were lovely.
And he meets Robin Buckley, and actually talks to Eddie Munson every once in a while when he stops in with his band, and lets the kids sneak into the movies because he’ll be damned if he robs them of a normal summer.
And then Dustin comes back and their reunion is short-lived because Russians are hellbent on torching non-existent information out of Steve and he’s busy getting his third concussion and then there’s a fucking flesh monster and Billy and Hopper for protecting them and—
It’s not a good night.
But then he’s rushed to the hospital and he tries to call Miss Bottomette only for the call to refuse to go through and shitfuckgoddammit.
Because what about Louie?
Miss Bottomette said she’d be alright watching Louie until Steve got home, but Steve wasn’t able to go home until someone was able to make time to take him home.
Usually, he’d lean on Hopper for this stuff, since his parents were out of the question. But—
But Hoppers dead.
So he’s stuck at the hospital for another day or two until finally, Claudia comes to pick him up.
He’s with Dustin in the backseat of the car, anxiously bouncing his leg and biting at his fingers and nails until Dustin gives in and just holds his hand. Robin’s there to, having been able to leave after the first night but coming with Claudia to pick him up. Steve’s relieved to have them both close by, even if his hands reach for Erica subconsciously.
His trailer’s empty when he gets home, and Miss Bottomette isn’t answering the door.
Steve’s on the brink of a full blown breakdown before Mr. Knowles— bless his heart— points them across the street.
The Munsons apparently have his son and have for a bit now since Miss Bottomette had a minor seizure and couldn’t be left alone with Louie. Mr. Knowles assured Steve that she and the kids were fine and staying with him for the moment.
Steve wasted no time afterwards sprinting to the Munsons and knocking on the door. Dustin and Robin are close behind him, Claudia waiting patiently in the driveway.
The door is answered by a gruff looking old man that’s taller than Dustin but slightly shorter than both Robin and Steve.
“You Harrington?”
Steve nods so fast he faintly wonders if that’s how bobble heads feels.
They’re let in in no time and the old man— the infamous Wayne Munson— calls out of Eddie.
Eddie Munson emerges a moment later with little Louie in his arms, bouncing softly on his feet to keep the baby calm.
Steve is in front of him in a second, scooping Louie gently out of his arms and into his own.
He doesn’t realize he’s crying until Dustin’s rubbing his arms and Robin his back. Claudia is talking to Wayne, explaining what had happened (or the cover story version at least) and Eddie is hanging back a few feet from the three of them.
Robin takes little Louie in her arms and shoos Steve to the couch to calm down.
“Let him meet his auntie, Steve. You take a minute to breathe now, yeah?”
Steve was led to the couch with a soft hand on his shoulder from Eddie Munson, and they sat side by side while Steve worked on easing his breathing and to stop fucking crying.
Eddie’s shushing him and after a moment (and a clearly pointed cleared throat from Robin) Eddie wraps his arms around Steve’s shaking figure.
They leave the Munsons’ trailer is promises of new babysitters and a new friendship.
And then the fuckery that’s 1986 happens.
Regulus: I went cavediving.
Sirius: ???
Regulus: I also tried to kill Mouldy-Voldy and as it turns out, the tattoos aren’t just for looking cool.
Sirius: I’m so proud of you. Wait what was that thing about the tattoos?
Regulus: As it turns out, they’re also for killing “traitors to the cause” or something.
Regulus: Anyways I got sepsis and was in a coma for like two weeks while the muggle doctors were trying to figure out how to fix everything.
Sirius: Oh, that’s where you’ve been? I thought you were just ignoring me. When did you get out of the hospital?
Regulus: About 20 minutes ago.
Sirius: Do you have a place to stay?
Regulus, who’s been standing in front of the door to Sirius and Remus’ flat for this entire conversation: No I was hoping to stay here? If you don’t mind?
Sirius, who’s been standing in the open door the whole time: Of course we don’t mind. Come in. Remus and I were just making some tea and biscuits, do you want some?
Regulus: Yes, please.
Sirius: You look… different. Hair cut?
Regulus: I lost an arm.
Sirius: I know. The hair cut thing was a farce. I just didn't want to be rude. But since you brought it up, what the hell happened to you?
@prompts-in-a-barrel
meeting regulus for the first time
What is that even supposed to mean??
/gen
do. do we all see that. please tell me we all see that they have different hair colors.
I don’t care if it “““DoEsN’t FiT wELL””” with your Stucky Coffee Shop AU, unless a fic is exclusively pre or during the war then he should be an amputee and if a fic is exclusively pre-war then Steve should be disabled because that’s what he was pre-serum. The reason why this is so important to me is because it’s important to have representation for disabled characters and we can’t just erase that.
The only time when neither one of them were disabled was during the few years between Steve getting the serum and Bucky falling off the train.
Also, fun fact, the type of amputation that Bucky has is either a shoulder disarticulation or (more likely considering how far the metal arm goes into his shoulder) a forequarter amputation.
And now, here are some suggestions for how to explain why his left arm and shoulder are missing: Cancer, him still being a war vet who lost it in action, an accident involving heavy machinery and bad safety precautions, a very large and extremely infected wound in his shoulder or the “very revolutionary” idea of just not saying how he lost his arm but still referencing every once in awhile that it’s missing and how he’s affected by it.
That would be Banshee In A Well by liverobinreaction (bugbee) and here’s the link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43212999/chapters/108611211
I’m so mad. I had this fic that I absolutely loved. I can’t find it.
So basically it was Tim Drake centric (as per usual) and basically he died when he was five by drowning then just figured out he couldn’t die. There’s a whole thing with Ra’s, Pru has parts of Tim in jars because it’s Tim- it basically ends with The Batfam finding out in horrible fashion because it’s Tim.
Please help?? Was it deleted?? I’m suffering
I feel like the manor was built ontop of Alfred’s territory and he made an agreement with the Wayne’s that he would let them keep the manor there and even take care of it and put it under his protection and make it a part of his territory in exchange for money.
And then he grew fond of the humans and has a similar relationship with them as most fae have with shiny things. He absolutely loves them and he’s always the first one who realizes that Bruce has adopted another child.
(Sorry if my English isn’t very good/hard to read, English is my third language and I don’t really know how commas work lol)
Wally: How old is Alfred?
Dick: Whoa, you can’t just ask things like that, man.
Wally: Oh, sorry. I just, he seems kinda old, you know?
Dick: I’m pretty sure he’s immortal.
Wally:
Wally: Yeah, that checks out.
Roy: Didn’t he fight in a war or something?
Dick: Yeah, I think he fought in the Battle of Hastings.
A little ways over
Bruce: So, are you going to correct them?
Alfred: You have yet to determine my age, Master Bruce, and if you think I will succumb to such measly attempts as this you are sorely mistaken.
guess who’s back with the marauders memes
The real reason Peter became a Death Eater was actually because Bellatrix has a truly terrific stash and the only way you could get some is when she’d occasionally share a little with the most devoted members after the meetings.
desi james potter
welsh remus lupin
french sirius black
high af peter pettigrew
I have triple the amount of cats as usual and am now in possession of an actual trenchcoat, the downside is that they’re definitely all trying to kill eachother, all in all it could be worse but it could also be a lot better.
Your Tumblr username decides your profession. How is your first day at work?