#Steve verse tbt

[hwknsking]

@devildungeondm​ asked: 🌨️ [X]

It had been years since Vecna had been defeated and even now, Steve still had nightmares sometimes. Sometimes his mind would wander, remembering the danger, the monsters, the ... pain ... His scars would itch and he would be on the brink of a panic attack. Luckily for him, those days were few. 

Nonetheless, Steve had been forced to make a choice after the defeat of Vecna. Leave Hawkins, or remain in the city where he had nothing left. After all, everyone was going their own way and most were leaving the town, even if just for a few years. So, he had pulled himself together and had gone on a trip to find himself. Not the person he’d pretended to be for years, or even the guy he’d believed to be afterwards. No, his real self ...

That is how now, after a shift at the hospital, Steve was on his way home. His uniform still on, a warm vest thrown over it and a shoulderbag slung over his shoulder. His gloved hands dug into his pockets, humming a little to the tune in his headphones when he halted all of a sudden at the sight of a familiar bush of brown curly hair. 

Needing a moment to pull himself together at seeing someone he hadn’t seen in so long, swallowing at the skip his heart made. Eddie Munson, one of the first guys he’d ever had feelings for. Pull yourself together. He tried to gather the courage before taking a deep breath and stepping forward. “E-Eddie? Is that you?” He didn’t have to ask, ... He knew it was Eddie, he would recognise him anywhere.

[romanva]

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

[theha1r]

@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 .

[courtofmuses]

@havvkinsqueen​  →  ✉   ‘i’m just running errands, you don’t have to come.’

ੈ✩‧₊˚   ---   STEVE   WASN'T   THAT   CHRISSY   REALLY   UNDERSTOOD   THE   GRAVITY   of   the   situation   they      were   currently   in.   They   were   meant   to   be   a   couple,   seen   together   doing   everything   even   if   it   was   something   as   simple   as   running   errands.   Regardless   of   what   people   thought,   being   a   influencer   socialite   was   actually   a   job   and   it   came   with   certain   expectations.   Currently,   his   parents   believed   that   being   seen   with   someone   like   Chrissy,   the   good   girl   with   a   squeaky   clean   image,   was   going   ot   somehow   clean   up   his   own   image.   The   problem   is   that   neither   of   them   really   liked   the   other.   Steve   thought   Chrissy   was   vapid   and   snobbish,   and   she   thought   he   was   an   unintelligent   douchebag.   She   probably   wasn't   too   off   the   mark   but   if   he   was   going   to   be   forced   into   this   then   hell   if   he   wasn't   going   to   try   and   make   the   most   of   it.   

❝   Oh,   but   I   do.   ❞   Steve   sidled   up   to   her   and   looped   an   arm   around   her   shoulders.   ❝   Remember   that   we're   meant   to   be   a   couple   of   lovesick   young   adults   that   can't   stand   to   be   away   from   each   other   for   too   long.   ❞   The   grin   on   his   face   was   derisive.   He   didn't   want   to   be   part   of   this   anymore   than   Chrissy   did,   and   yet   it   just   wasn't   worth   going   to   war   with   his   parents   when   they   had   so   much   to   hold   over   his   head.   Besides,   irritating   the   shit   out   of   this   woman   was   actually   quite   fun.   ❝   Come   on,   sweetheart.   Let's   make   a   good   show   for   the   cameras.   ❞   

[liveshauntedmoved]

spotify wrapped ; @hawkiinsitter​

                   He hated this - really he did. Eddie felt more exposed right now, then he ever has in his life. The way his hands were shaking slightly as the tears fell from his eyes as he held on tightly to Steve ; he felt so vulnerable and open. Not wanting to look at the other, not liking the feeling of someone seeing him this broken and soft, and he kind of hates himself for it. For having Steve see this side of him, yet - he can’t let the other go, wants to hold on tightly because there is some part of him that is finding itself to be okay with someone ; with Steve ; seeing him like this. “I’m... I’m a fucking mess right now,” Eddie wants to ask, why haven’t you left yet because surely this was too much, too much to ask for. To ask for Steve to be here while he breaks down.

[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 ..."

[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]

[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.  

[theha1r]

"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!   ❞

[liveshauntedmoved]

                          “ stop it. enough of this self-sacrificing bullshit! stop acting like you have nobody who loves you! you have me! so no! you don’t get to be a martyr. not today! we can figure out a different plan… “

sc | @hawkiinsitter​

[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?”

[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.

[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. ❞

[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.  ❜