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i can’t recall who but i saw someone say steve couldn’t have been a black panther because the party wasn’t in oklahom, and im gon hold your hand when i say this, yes he could have been.
like let’s discuss what we know about (renni’s) steve randle.
he came to tulsa with dallas winston by train and have hopped trains together numerous times before.
on steve’s jacket, there is a black panther pin as well an “all power to the people” fist patch. it is also noted in his informational, that he was a member of the black panther party. (now, let’s take a pause bc no where is it stated that he’s currently a black panther. we know like four things total about steve, for all we know he was in california before he met dally and they made they way south. we. don’t. know.)
but i digress. the thing about the black panther party is that they weren’t ONLY in california. there were numerous chapters not just in america but in the uk and algeria as well.
so no it’s not insane to believe that steve could’ve been a black panther.
(i won’t even get into how it’s not even stated that he WAS a member, it’s stated (👇)that he has possible TIES to the party.)
celebrate softly
it my birthday today so here’s a lil gift from me to you (yes I know that’s not how this works haha) I made a bunch of little things is celebration, i probably won’t post these till later in the day so sorry if you get a bunch at once.
Steve wanted to like his birthday.
No, really, he truly did. He knew that birthdays were the one time of year you get to be a little selfish. The people you loved gathered around you to celebrate another year of you.
It was just that Steve was also used to disappointment.
Over the years, his birthday has consisted of either his parents parading him around at business dinners or the empty silence of a house that wasn’t ever a home.
His old friends were never around. It was a holiday weekend; he didn’t expect them to stick around. Even if they had, Steve was almost sure they would have made him throw a party, where they would have pressured him to get drunk and sleep with someone, and…
Yea, Steve wasn’t interested.
The one birthday he spent with Nancy had been okay. She had to go on a family trip, her parents attempt at getting their kids to cheer up over the loss of their friends, and she was going to leave the morning of his birthday. But at midnight of July 2nd, she had snuck into his window even though she could have walked through the front door. Nancy had brought him a cupcake, a small present, and a soft smile. Steve had wanted to kiss her, but he knew it wasn’t what she wanted then. He wanted to be respectful, so he held her hand instead.
Nancy hadn’t brought a candle, said she didn’t want to risk burning the Harrington Household down. Steve had laughed, saying that would be the best birthday present ever, but she hadn’t laughed back.
The present had been a book. Which wasn’t a terrible gift per se, Steve liked reading it was just he had difficulty doing it. He couldn’t focus long enough, or he would have to reread sentences over and over again.
It just didn’t feel worth the frustration.
But it was sweet of her to get him something, so he tried reading it. It took him months to finish it, even though it was small. It was boring, and Steve had found the main character whiny, and Steve had begun to wonder if Nancy was trying to tell him something.
Then the Upside Down round two had happened, Steve got his ass kicked again and learned that Catcher in the Rye was Jonathan’s favorite book.
Steve had thrown out the book amongst his bloody bandages.
Steve was only slightly hopeful to have a good birthday last year. He had good friends (sure, one was his ex, and the other were children, but he still counted them); Dustin would be home from camp, and even though he had work, he got to spend the whole day bothering Robin, which brought him a special kind of joy.
But then they were cracking Russian code, getting tortured, and watching Max’s Stepbrother die, all within the days of his birthday.
So Steve didn’t have high expectations this year. Sure, people knew it was his birthday, it was hard to hide when he was friends with the nosiest people, but most of them were spending the entire weekend staying with Max, and he would have been too if Max hadn’t thrown a remote at him when he suggested it.
So Steve had conceded to having a quiet but lonely July 2nd.
But then at 7 am there was a knock on his front door.
A knock was putting it lightly, there was pounding echoing in the Harrington Household.
When Steve walked up to the door, he was prepared to drive away some bigots who had been trying to “repent Hawkins.” They had been going around the richer neighborhoods recently, saying we needed to clean up the streets of the sinners and the queers.
Yea, they were knocking on the wrong door.
Steve hadn’t expect Eddie Munson, notorious night owl, to be crowding his doorway at 7 am.
“Harrington, have I ever told you how absolutely ugly your house is? Like for how wealthy your parents are, they chose an absolute nightmare of a layout! It makes no sense.” Eddie budged his way past Steve with his arms full of bags.
“I’ve been telling him that for a year, Eddie, and every time he just shrugs!” Steve turned to find Robin bullying her way through him as well. She had a handful of videos in her hands.
“Sure, come in, I guess,” Steve mumbled. He shut the door and turned toward his intruders. “Not that I don’t love a surprise appearance at—“ Steve checked his watch “—7:03 am, but is there a reason why you are awake before the birds are even chirping?”
Eddie snorted and just gave him a look instead of answering. Robin shook her head, “What doofus hear is trying to convey with a noise, Jesus Eds, I know you’re not a morning, but words please, is that we are obviously here for your birthday. You, Steven Alison Harrington—“
“Not my middle name.”
“—we’re born at exactly 7:07 am on July 2nd. So we had to be here to say happy birthday officially!”
“How do you even know the time? I don’t even know that.”
“She snuck a look at your file last time Owen’s was in town.” Eddie smirked.
Robin hit him upside the head, “Don’t tell him that asshole, he already thinks I’m crazy enough. And don’t act like this wasn’t your idea!”
Eddie rubbed the back his head in dramatic fashion then yelled, “Snitch!” through hissed teeth.
Steve felt himself unthaw at the idea that these two weirdos woke up this early for him. “Ah, well, thanks, guys.” A blush rose on his cheeks, “Well, thanks for stopping by; you guys can go home and sleep if you want.”
“Stevie, did you think we brought all this to just leave? On your birthday. Oh no, no, no. We are having a whole movie and snack day! I brought weed, and chips, and we can order a pizza later in the day. And just be lazy weirdos in your fancy living room.” Eddie hopped up on his coffee table, startling a laugh from Steve.
“That sounds like a typically Friday for us, what’s so special about it?” Steve teased.
“Well we brought all of your favorite movies! Grease, Top Gun, Karate Kid, Indiana Jones...wait I think I'm noticing a theme here—“
“Robin!” Steve screeched, his blush coming back with vengeance. He didn’t want her to reveal there very obvious, and embarrassing pattern to his favorite films.
“And!” Eddie said from atop his place on the coffee table, unfazed by the two of them, “We are paying for the pizza.” His voice oozed with pride at that. Steve was sure he had come up with the idea.
“Wow I’m a spoiled prince. Maybe ever think I wanted to stay in bed?” Steve raised a single eyebrow.
“Oh but my sweet prince, we know you rather spend this glorious day with us.” Eddie was confident, with confidence came the damn nicknames, and Jesus Christ—this blush of his was never going away. “Besides what else could you wish for!”
A kiss from you. Steve thought quickly.
Steve sighed deeply before saying, “Alright. Get down.”
Eddie seemed taken aback, like he hadn’t expected the rejection. “Oh yea man, of course. We will get out of your hair.” He scrambled off the table.
Steve giggled, “No Eds. I’m moving the coffee table. This couch is a pullout. We can all just lay on it while we watch movies.”
Eddie’s face lit up while Robin yelled, “Oh thank god, I’m exhausted.”
An hour later, when the sun was still barely risen and Grease blared in the background, Robin was bundled up in the blankets they dragged from his room, out like a light.
Eddie and Steve huddled close, but didn’t touch. The anticipation and want sat between them. “I actually have something for you.” Eddie whispered.
Robin snored beside them; Steve looked at her fondly. “You don’t have to whisper; she’s a heavy sleeper. Learned that the hard way.”
“Ah well, I have a present for you.”
Steve knows he should say that Eddie shouldn’t have, or insist he returns it. He knew it was the polite thing to do. He couldn’t find it in himself to do it, though. The idea that Eddie even thought to get him something beyond the amazing day they had planned (truly Steve couldn’t ask for a better day), but Eddie had spent his time to get something for Steve.
It was nice to have someone who would do something nice for you just because they can, not because they should. So, Steve waited patiently as Eddie reached into his bag beside the couch.
“Here.” Eddie spoke, placing the roughly wrapped package in his lap.
There was a tiny notecard with Eddie’s chicken scratch on it; Steve decided to read that first.
Stevie,
No adventure is the same without you, and this is the only one I have taken without you by my side. Thought it was about time we changed that. Hopefully we are not forever partners in crime (we’ve had enough of that) but instead, adventurers taking on then great unknown.
Together.
Yours,
Eddie Munson ッ
Steve smoothed over the card and tried not to cry. The poorly drawn smiley face stared up at him from the piece of parchment. Steve tucked it into his pocket for safe keeping; he might even frame it.
Eddie looked at Steve eagerly as he tried to open the package. He does it slowly to tease Eddie; his frustrated little growl made butterflies in Steve’s stomach.
Inside the package is a worn-out book, one he would recognize anywhere, considering he saw it every day on Eddie’s bookshelf. “Eds, this is your copy of Lord of the Rings. I can’t take this.”
Eddie put his hair in front of his mouth, suddenly shy, “Well, it wouldn’t be exactly yours. It’s just I thought it would be fun to, ya know, read it together? Like we take turns reading to each other. I know the kids always bug you to read it, and I noticed that it’s hard for you to focus sometimes, and I get that, so it might be easier if we like make it a thing? I know it’s probably not your interest; it’s my favorite book, not yours, so you know what? This is stupid—“
Steve cut him off by pulling him into a hug. Steve buried himself into Eddie’s neck before saying, “Thank you. It’s the best birthday present.”
“Really?” Eddie pulled back to look at Steve’s face. Whatever he found there must settle him, because he relaxed his shoulders. “I know it’s silly, but I guess I wanted to share this piece of myself with you…and maybe spend some more time together.”
Steve didn’t mention how they spent almost every day together, didn’t think he had to either. They both knew.
Steve decided to be bold instead. He pushed Eddie back into the couch and settled his back into Eddie’s chest. He snuggled into the warmth of his arms.
Steve put the book in Eddie’s hand. “Okay, you read first.”
Eddie laughed; Steve could feel the vibrations from under his skin. It was delightful; it was delicious. “Oh, you want to start now?”
Steve made an indignant noise while Eddie laughed again at him. His hands settled at the back of Steve’s neck as he played with hair that brushed it.
“When Mr Bilbo Baggins of Bag End announced that he would shortly be celebrating his eleventyifirst birthday with a party of special magnificence, there was …”
And once again, hours later, when Steve woke up, after drifting to Eddie’s soft, deep voice, Steve felt something settle in him. He felt Eddie lightly snoring beneath him, one hand still tangled in his hair. He felt Robin’s hand wrapped around his ankle, grounding the both of them. And there, between all of them, was the fallen book with no bookmark, signaling they would have to start again.
Maybe, sometimes. Steve thinks, birthdays could be good.
***
projecting. projecting. projecting. that’s me.
I hope you guys liked this one :) I did use my own bday for him, but the time he was born at is different than mine lol. I had a lot of fun writing it, it was just the softness I needed.
Today I just wanna say that I'm going to ship Billy with whoever I want
“Early avengers iron man? 🥺 you know I’m a sucker for the armours” “Easier: steve drinking hot chocolate” “Tony drinking through a straw!!!!!! Because he has his helmet on!!!“
@oluka :) all. all is good
OK, but Billy Hargrove being raised by his grandmother rather than his dad.
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“Billy, could you cut the grass for me today, dear?”
“Sure, Grandma.”
xxxx
“Billy, would you drive me to my doctor’s appointment?” “Of course, Grandma.”
xxxx
“Who was that boy you were talking to on your team during the game tonight? The one with the dark hair?” “That’s Steve.”
“Well, it didn’t look like you two were getting along. You’re on the same team, shouldn’t you be getting along if you’re on the same team?”
“I dunno Grandma, some people just don’t get along.”
“Well, then we’ll invite him over for dinner and maybe you two will get along after that.”
“WHAT?! But Grandma - !”
“No buts, young man. Joyce Byers says that Steve is a very nice boy, so I think you and I should both get to know him. It’s not a bad thing to have friends, Billy.”
xxxx
“You got in late last night again, young man.”
“Uh...did I?”
“Don’t try and lie to your grandmother, Billy.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“So...were you with Steve?”
“....Uh....um...uh...Steve?”
“Billy, my glasses may need a stronger prescription these days, but I’m not completely blind, nor am I stupid. Am I?”
“No, ma’am.”
“Alright then. You tell Steve Harrington that the next time you two have a date, I expect him to come to the door rather than meet you down the block or show up in the middle of the night, knocking on your window. Is that clear?”
“Uh.....
“And he’s coming to dinner on Sunday.”
“Yes ma’am.”
xxxx
Steve and Thor for the brotp
who steals french fries off the other’s plate: Thor. Not just fries, by the way - Thor will take a bite of anything anyone else is eating in front of him. Steve has mostly resigned to it.
who jokingly moves in for the kiss when someone asks if they’re a couple: DEFINITELY Thor. Steve is flustered, which only helps fuel the rumors about them. Thor has the time of his life feeding them, though, and he thinks it’s hysterical to see tabloids speculating about Captain America’s torrid affair with the God of Thunder.
who has to bust or bail the other out of jail: Steve. Thor gets in a lot of trouble when he’s initially adjusting to life on Earth (”on Asgard, a duel before lunch is just good manners”, he tells Steve when he shows up to pick him up). Since Steve is also having to adjust, he’s sympathetic, and therefore becomes Thor’s emergency contact.
who gives the other advice/comfort about dating issues: Thor. Thor is a lot more intelligent than people give him credit for, and he’s very big on emotional intelligence, so he can tell when Steve needs help with “matters of the heart”. He’s always happy to help Steve vent, often providing him with a huge mug of Asgardian mead because “it helps soothe the soul, my friend”.
who shamelessly cheats at games by reaching over to cover the other’s eyes: Steve, much to hilarity of all the other avengers, who aren’t used to seeing him playing dirty. Thor can ACTUALLY overpower him, though, so Steve is forced to resort to these kind of methods if he wants to keep his perfect stride in Mario Kart.
who immediately calls dibs on the top bunk: Thor. But Steve doesn’t mind letting him have it anyway.
who starts and who wins the pillow fights: Both of them start, but Thor usually wins. Steve’s strategic genius is seriously affected when he’s laughing too hard to think.
who says “your pants would look better on their floor” to the other’s potential crush: Thor, though not exactly with those words. He probably goes straight to Tony, lands a hand on his shoulder and goes: “I’m quite sure your garments would strongly embelish the floors of Steven’s chambers, my friend,” knowing FULL WELL that a) Tony, who isn’t that used to Thor’s shakesperian speech, won’t understand what he’s saying at all and b) Steve, who IS, will, and will feel mortified about it.
leave a brotp/platonic ship in my ask!
there’s no way that college boys could look like Steve,Jonathan or Billy