#Steve verse tbt

[hwknsking]

@puppetoffthehook send: [concussion] -- sender checks receiver for a concussion, because it’s very possible receiver has one. [x]

Steve groaned, trying to push Billy away a little. " 'm fine ... stop fussing so much." He muttered, not actually getting why Billy was acting so worried. Having no memory of the latest injury to his head, he was completely clueless. "Just need to sleep. 'll be fine ..."

[romanva]

SHIELD's been compromised. you said so yourself. ( ft. @thirtean, @wils0ns, @tahitiwoke )

[enchaentd]

64 for the wrapped meme

spotify wrapped has arrived, accepting!  ˎˊ˗             featuring; @theha1r ♡ ( + #brooklynbloodpop!, by rojuu and syko )

        it’s just one of those days,   where allie’s wandering in circles.   bored,   really.   she’s bored,   the blossoms and vines spreading wild on her own.   they squeeze over every limb,   tangling her up with restlessness.   familiarity sparks and severs their hold when she sees the game stop sign.   “ stevie! ”   she chirps,   pushing open the door to the sound of a bell.   allie greets him,   warm,   before fluttering about,   finding something to take her attention beyond steve who has a job,   and stuff.   she finds a video game case featuring an attractive hero.   “ am i in love? ”   allie shows it to steve,   they’re covered in blood and kinda’ scary looking but-   “ i think i’m in love. ”

[theha1rarch]

@ga1inda asked: "Well, it depends on what you mean by 'friend'." ( steve + galinda )

( "wicked" sentence starters )

"i think you know exactly what i mean, glinda." steve responds, arms crossed, unimpressed look on his face. "you were her friend. elphaba's. i know you were. do you forget i went to school with you?" he gives her a pointed look now. "so i just don't get why you're acting like you weren't. why you're buying into all the stuff being spread about her, supporting it even. you know just as well as i do that it's not true. so why are you doing this? to her?" maybe he's being a little hypocritical here, after all years ago - he'd have probably been doing the same thing. but he's not that person anymore, hasn't been in a long time - maybe never really was. and he knows, he knows, deep down ... galinda isn't either.

[lupaeusarc]

@carp3diems liked for a starter !! - for cap omfg i miss them

she's  hard  pressed  to  stifle   the   giggle   that   bubbles   into   the   air   as   strong   digits   twitch   against   her   hip .   ❝   i  swear to god   , if   you   tickle   me   i'm   never   speaking   to   you   again.   ❞   there's   a   flexing   tension   in   the   hollow   of   her   jaw   as   emma's   frame   tenses   ,   cheek   digging   into   the   pillow   as   pillowy   lips   purse   indignantly.   ❝   baby   ?   i'm   so   fucking   serious   right   now   ,   don't   -   steve   !   ❞   laughter   peals   from   the   beta   as   the   attack   begins   ,   limbs   flailing   as   she   makes   every   effort   to   flip   over   and   defend   herself .

[ourgameends]

@manofiiron​ continued from [x]

Steve should’ve known of course that that was going to be Tony’s reaction. But nonetheless, he simply gave a light shrug and smiled a bit. “I didn’t exactly buy him, he was in a box with ‘free puppies’ on it and this little one was the last one and ...” He sighed, having been unable to resist the puppy. “So I rang the bell and the woman told me their dog got pregnant unexpectedly, and yea ...”

[x]

[hwknsking]

@rebelliousfamily​ 🏔️ - from eddie [X]

The snow outside had made everything white overnight and while they’d arrived with the green of the mountains still very visible, the world outside now looked like a winter wonderland. Waking up to the beautiful view outside the window, made Steve roll over in the bed, a pleased sigh leaving his lips. No matter how crazy it had felt to ask Eddie if he wanted to spend Christmas with him up in the mountains, he felt blessed right now. 

[storiesofthenight]

@helltothefire​​ continued from [here]

Steve groaned when Eddie removed the bandages. He really wished he could play it off as a simple papercut or something. But there was no denying that this was going to take a while to heal and would likely hurt for quite some time too. Damn he hated the Upside Down and all the beasts that came with it. “Yea yea, ... just hurry up.” He muttered, sounding far more annoyed than he’d planned to.

Sighing, he shook his head a little, his voice softer as he spoke up again. “Sorry, ... I ... I know you’re just trying to help.” He knew full well that he was taking out his frustration on the other without a proper reason. Eddie was helping him, he was looking after wounds that frankly, Steve would probably just try to ignore until it was too late.  

[theha1rarch]

"it's perfect." steve says, almost immediately, and sure he hasn't even opened the gift yet, but he's referring to the wrapping job here. because of course it is if lola did it. he sends a smile to the sleeping toddler before his gaze goes back to nini. "she did an amazing job. plus it's just the wrapping, it doesn't need to be all beautiful and neat. and you're right she is very cute." he takes the gift now before nodding with his head at the bag at his side. "i have some gifts for you guys too, there's some from robs in there too. she's really sorry she couldn't make it but their parents really wanted to see them."

❝    i    hope    you    like    it.    ❞    nini    says,    holding    the    horribly    wrapped    present    out    to    her    friend    with    a    smile.    ❝    remember,    it's    what's    on    the    inside    that    counts.    lola    really    wanted    to    help    wrap    presents    this    year,    and    she's    very    cute,    but    i    don't    think    there's    a    two    year    old    alive    that    can    wrap    presents    well.    ❞    she    smiles    down    at    the    toddler    sleeping    in    her    stroller,    so    happy    for    another    holiday    with    her    sweet    girl.    lola    really    made    this    season    so    much    better.

open to mutuals !

[hellxfireclub-archived]

❛ We’re married ❜  ✗ steve & eddie 「 meme 」

STEVE   WOKE   WITH   A   POUNDING   HEADACHE.   His   mouth   felt   like   he   had   been   sucking   on   cotton   all   night,   and   the   sheets   against   his   cheek   were   not   the   high   thread   count   he   was   used   to   in   his   own   bed.   These   were   scratchy   and   smelled   of   cheap   detergent.   He   groaned   as   he   realized   there   was   a   line   of   dried   saliva   on   his   cheek.   Jesus   Christ,   had   he   been   drooling?   How   drunk   had   he   been   that   he'd   drooled   in   his   sleep?   Come   to   think   of   it,   he   didn't   even   know   exactly   where   he   was.   The   last   thing   he   remembered   is   that   him,   Eddie,   and   a   couple   other   guys   from   college   were   walking   down   the   Vegas   strip   and   then...not   much   else.   There   were   flashes   of   memory   but   none   of   them   consistent   enough   for   Steve   to   put   together   a   whole   picture.   

He   buried   his   face   into   the   mattress   for   a   moment   and   groaned   again   before   attempting   to   sit   up.   The   motion   made   his   head   swim   and   he   quickly   laid   back   down.   Fuck,   he   needed   about   ten   ibuprofen   and   a   bottle   of   water   stat.   

It   took   several   more   moments   before   he   finally   sat   up   and   looked   around.   He   was   in   a   hotel   room.   Okay,   that   wasn't   so   surprising.   Then   he   realized   he   was   wearing   absolutely   nothing   at   all,   and   only   the   sheet   over   his   waist   was   covering   his   goods.   ❝   Okay,   what   the   fuck?   ❞   he   said,   his   voice   hoarse.   He   brought   a   hand   up   and   rubbed   it   down   his   face,   and   that's   when   he   noticed   something   on   his   ring   finger   that   hadn't   been   there   the   night   before.   

Steve   froze,   then   slowly   dragged   his   hand   from   his   face   to   find   exactly   what   he   was   so   very   hoping   he   wasn't   going   to   find.   Right   there,   circling   his   left   ring   finger,   was   a   silver   band.   ❝   Oh,   ❞   he   whispered,   shocked.   ❝   Oh   no...❞

We're   married.   Brown   eyes   shot   up   to   the   voice,   and   he   found   @shatterxdsouls​    leaning   against   the   dresser   of   the   hotel   room,   arms   crossed   over   his   bare   chest.   No,   he   couldn't   have   said   that.   No   way.   Steve   wouldn't   have   gotten   so   plastered   that   he   married   someone.   

He   looked   up   at   his   friend   in   horror.   The   ring   felt   like   it   was   burning   his   skin.   ❝   No   fucking   way.   No   fucking   way!   ❞

[movedtovervainbrokemyheart]

@stcrk

Running hadn’t been on the agenda. God, had things been so awful though after he and Tony had fought. His primary objective had been to get Bucky out of there and keep him safe. It wasn’t Bucky’s fault. Maybe Steve should’ve been upfront with Tony or even offered the information at all prior to this. But, he had thought that he was doing the right thing, and all he had done was make Tony feel betrayed.

Bucky was back in cryo and Steve was on his own. Well, some of the others were around as well. But he was mostly faring on his own which was strange given he’d been part of a combination of duos over the years. Being alone, completely alone, felt strange and he wasn’t certain that he liked it.​ It was late and he didn’t know how much time had gone by. It felt like time never ended for him, anyway.

The phone rang and no one really had the number. Just Tony. His heart dropped into his stomach realizing that something must be wrong. He must need him to help or he wouldn’t be calling. Regardless of what had happened, he didn’t want anything bad to happen to him, he wouldn’t be able to bear it truthfully.

He took a soft breath as he grabbed the phone in his hand and answered it. “Tony?” There was this long silence that hung in the air to an uncomfortable extent. “What’s wrong? Are you hurt? Where are you?”

[hellmartyr]

𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐖𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐒 pierced the starless october night. golden fruit adorned the verdant lengths. spots of color that added to the monotony of the walls blackened by the evening hour. towards the hearth of artificial lights that marked the entrance of the maze, monster mash was being repeated for the four-hundred-fiftieth time. distance and timely interruptions from delighted screams distorted bobby pickett’s lyrical karloff impression into something truly ghoulish.

      the discordant choir made a strange bedfellow for the food smells wafting in from the stalls circled under distant towers of artificial light. sticky sweet pumpkin and fried grease sugar wafted over and through the sculptured rows of corn. mingling with the mulch and earthy grasses, creating an abstruse aroma that mimed the stench of decay. it tickled the inside of noses. faint enough that it could be forgotten until the odorous intrusion decided to convince hair-raised senses that something foul was afoot in the maze.

      not that there was. by all accounts, the maze and its autumnal fair proprietor were perfectly normal. but by all accounts, the same should’ve been said hawkins. the past three years sowed a wordless, persistent fear in its inhabitants that next tier of disaster was right around the corner. weird permeated itself in the soil. starting with the disappearance of joyce byers’ youngest and the subsequent death of barb holland. a year later, swaths of prize roane county agriculture went from peak season to maggot feed overnight. and in the ensuing twelve and half months, shit got stranger and stranger till eddie munson was dragged unwillingly into the truth.

      hawkins was the desolated keeper of a fragile prayer that the preternatural earthquake violently trimmed the town census months before was the climax of the town’s systematic tragedy. even now, people sought out comfort in the mundane. even eddie was guilty of that insidious finger cross. that maybe, just maybe, a night at a hokey county fair was an effective bandaid for an eldritch evisceration.

      eddie couldn’t exactly pinpoint when that irreparable hope became a game of ‘where the fuck did henderson go?’ — but that’s exactly what he found himself doing. teamed up with bygone arch-nemesis against the infamous duo of wheeler and buckley in the most middle america battle of the sexes: finding a dweeb in a cornfield.

i can't lose you ! not again ! — @alwaysthesitter / angsty prompts

      ❝ then speed it up, jock! ❞ eddie shouted from the side of his mouth with a blistering smirk, ❝ if daphne and velma find scooby-doofus first, we’re never gonna hear the end of it. ❞ the longer the comparison sat, the more uncanny it became. give fred dark hair and shaggy a battle vest —

      sneakers squelching across a saturated path suddenly sunk even deeper into a camouflaged mire. eddie yelped as he attempted to clear the rest of the unexpected obstacle only to land in in a deeper pit of mud. shoes yellowed by wear now a glistening black that reached half up his pant legs. the metalhead hissed as he scraped off congealed clots on a nearby stalk.

      ❝ jesus christ, fucking bullshit — HENDERSON ! goddamnit, man, you’re hobbit stew when i find you! ❞

      a handful of seconds and curses more were spent knocking loose what dirt eddie could before he resigned himself to the mocking march of soggy steps. hands shoved in denim pockets, shoulders hunched up to his ears, eddie loped forward until he arrived at a split in the maze. in an exaggerated bow, he peered down both corridors and found both options pitch black and unappealing.

      ❝ you know, this is prime time for the killer to reveal himself. ❞ a voice low and theatrical spoke to the shadows behind where the young munson expected steve to be, ❝ crystal lake got jason voorhees, hawkins got carver. elm street had freddy, we got vecna. michael myers stalked haddonfield, and we’re gonna get some asshole in a nixon mask stabbing the shit out of us. ❞

[huntershowl-moving]

❝ YOU'RE LYING. ❞

HE HOLDS OUT AN OPEN PALM, LIKE A trainer soothing a spooked creature, and hellhound very nearly lunges forward to bite off his fingers. though the irony is lost on her, it wouldn't take superhuman perception to notice the stark similarity to a cornered animal in her body language. the way she bares her teeth, the wild eyes in constant flux between anger and fear.

the ferocious sincerity in him takes her aback. if she were naïve, she may believe he is being honest. he's certainly putting on a good act. but no matter what he says, persephone knows people. powerful people, the ones revered by a populace crying out for salvation. they only wear a smiling face when the door is open.

she's not sure why he tries to de-escalate. his words don't make sense. i don't want to fight you — not like this. why wouldn't he want to fight her? evidently it does something, as the rage flickers, uncertainty flashing across her face for a split-second. some tiny, half-drowned spark of humanity that snuffs out as quick as it appeared. her face darkens again. ❝ what the fuck do you mean, not like this? ❞ a slow step forward, eyes burning, mechanical fingers gripping the knife and sliding it out of its hip sheath. ❝ fight me. that's what soldiers do, yeah? or are you feeling extra committed to the good-guy mask today? ❞

　He is keenly aware of the circumstances of the world despite what one might think. Steve knows the factors that play into his life are different than others but he likes to think at his core, he would be the same if things had been different. No one can ever really know —— he can only infer off his morality now despite it not fully being fair to do so. Despite that, he believes firmly in doing the right thing - no matter if it was only right to him. He had to live by his own choices.

Steve shakes his head, ridiculous in his dulled blue suit, shield donned all shiny and undented. The truth was Captain America served more purpose as a symbol than as a person. He suspects the shield would live on after him. The world needed that kind of symbol but she was wrong about him as a person. He, Steve Rogers, only did what he thought was right or wrong. His orders or those giving them had never had much play in his own personal decisions. He wasn't always right and he sometimes failed but those were his own personal consequences.

"I think about it every day." He admits, knowing he will never have it hundred percent right all of the time. How many regrets did he live with now? His blue eyes are bright as he steps closer, hand that wasn't holding the shield raised in a gesture that could only mean he didn't mean any harm. "I don't want to fight you- not like this." But he would if he had to. Despite everything, he's become aware what the world was around him.

[animecelesti]

@moltolavoro​    𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚍    !

❛  𝚈𝙾𝚄'𝚁𝙴  𝙽𝙾𝚃  𝚃𝙸𝚁𝙴𝙳,  𝙰𝚁𝙴  𝚈𝙾𝚄 ?  I  remember  a  time  in  which  I  COULD  NEVER  EVEN  IMAGINE  to  beat  your  track  record...  Come  on  now,  don’t  give  up  on  me.  ❜

[nrthwst]

*   ----   𝙿𝙻𝙾𝚃𝚃𝙴𝙳   𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁   !   :   @jocked    

            𝐈𝐓'𝐒   𝐔𝐍𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄--   she   had   spent   her   entire   life   𝙱𝙴𝙶𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙶   ,   doing   everything   in   her   power   to   try   &   earn   the   approval   of   those   around   her   .   fake   smiles   ,   fake   happiness--   you   spent   your   childhood   learning   to   play   a   part   for   the   sakes   of   the   other   people   who   𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃   that   for   you   ,   just   to   hopefully   earn   the   most   𝙱𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙲   𝙽𝙴𝙴𝙳   of   any   human   being   from   your   𝐎𝐖𝐍   𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒   ,   to   be   loved   ,   &   taken   care   of   .   but   ,   you   never   recieved   that   .   pacifica   had   been   with   plenty   of   boys   throughtout   her   life   (   most   being   those   she   was   set-up   with   by   her   parents   .   rich   ,   high   society   ,   shallow   𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙷𝙾𝙻𝙴𝚂   who   didn't   ever   seem   to   genuinely   interested   in   anything   more   than   your   body   &   whether   you'd   𝐏𝐔𝐓   𝐎𝐔𝐓   than   anything   else   to   do   with   you   .   )   ,   but   none   of   those   relationships   had   done   anything   more   than   further   convincing   herself   that   she   was   just   𝚄𝙽𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙰𝙱𝙻𝙴   .      but   now   ,   now   she   stands   before   steve   --   the   way   his   eyes   locked   onto   hers   ,   the   seriousness   in   his   voice   as   he   told   her   that   𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓   the   case   .   ❝      𝙷𝙾𝚆   𝙳𝙾   𝚈𝙾𝚄   𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆   ?      ❞      the   words   leave   ruby   painted   lips   ,   trembling   as   her   hands   do   the   same   whilst   looking   across   to   the   brunette--   heart   rating   rising   as   he   begins   closing   the   gap   between   the   two   of   them   .   ❝      my   whole   life   ...   my   own   𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒   didn't   even   love   me   !!!   how   ..   how   can   you   be   so   sure   that   i'm   𝙽𝙾𝚃   𝚄𝙽𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙰𝙱𝙻𝙴   ,   huh   ?!?!   ❞      rant   is   cut   short   as   the   unexpected   happens--   the   gap   is   closed   entirely   by   steve   ,   his   palms   rest   on   either   side   of   her   face   as   his   lips   are   meeting   hers   .   eyes   go   𝐖𝐈𝐃𝐄   ,   her   whole   body   goes   𝙲𝙾𝙻𝙳   &   𝙱𝙴𝙶𝙸𝙽𝚂   𝚃𝙾   𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶𝙻𝙴   it   would   seem   as   the   realization   of   the   events   unnfolding   washed   over   her   .   

            𝐒𝐇𝐄   𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐒   𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊   𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓   ,   heart   pouding   thunderously   against   her   ribcage   as   lashes   𝙵𝙻𝚄𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁   rapidly.   𝐖𝐇𝐘   𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃   𝐇𝐄   ...   ?      ❝      s-steve   ...      ❞      she's   stammering   ,   she   never   stammered   .   but   ,   all   of   a   sudden   ,   she   was   so   𝙵𝙻𝚄𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙴𝙳   .   she   felt   like   a   little   girl   seeing   her   crush   again   .   ❝      w-why   ..   why   did   you   do   that   ??      ❞   

[manbehindtheshield]

thinking of a hydra verse based off these