#steve mac

[imfinereallyy]

“Sing me to sleep.” Steve mumbles, head falling onto Eddie’s chest. They’re lying in the back of Hop’s old pickup truck; he had sold it to Eddie not long after the van finally gave out.

Steve is drawing circles on Eddie’s shirt, following the constellations up above. Hawkins isn’t good for much, but nothing really beats the clear night skies during an Indiana summer.

Eddie hums above him, not even bothering to laugh at Steve’s request. Instead, the small huff of air sounds almost endearing.

They haven’t really talked about it, this thing between them. How they have been slowly drifting closer and closer to each other as the months pass. It feels almost inevitable, the two of them. But not in a bad way—not like a car crash or a meteor falling into earth. No, Steve and Eddie are inevitable, like in the way the sun will always eventually rise; how it’s always there in the darkness waiting to shine. How even in days of grey, eventually, the rays will peak through.

Steve and Eddie are like the sun always rising because the only thing able to stop them is the end of time.

Maybe it is a twisted way of viewing being bound by love, but Steve doesn’t care. He thinks it makes sense for them—he thinks it’s kind of beautiful.

“What kind of song do you want to hear?” Eddie doesn’t tease him. His voice is soft against Steve’s ears as he plays carefully with the ends of Steve’s hair.

Steve ponders for a moment what he wants exactly. Something nice? Something soft? Something about love?

None of it sounds right.

But then Steve tilts his head up, away from the stars, to stare at the beautiful boy before him—his Eddie, who is like the sun.

“Something warm.”

A soft smile breaks across Eddie’s face as he leans down to brush his lips across Steve’s hairline.

Steve’s eyes flutter in anticipation, but a kiss never comes. Instead he gets something better, feeling the brush of hot air across his skin.

“For you, there'll be no more crying…” Eddie starts to sing. Steve’s eyes finally fall shut, no longer caring about the stars, only needing to listen to Eddie’s voice.

“For you, the sun will be shining

Because I feel that when I'm with you

It's alright, I know it's right.”

[complicatedbutchic]

Yum.

[pk-dann]

Old Lumon's magazine ad

[avengerscompound]

Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, & Sam Wilson Captain America: The Winter Soldier

[ilovespidermansomuch]

having my bf who doesn't watch the life smp try and name the members:

[canmking]

S t e v e H a r v e y / D L H u g h l e y

B e r n i e M a c / C e d r i c T h e E n t e r t a i n e r

[micromacs]

houughh... That one base amirite :-)

[shadowland]

THE SMALL FACES Colour Me Pop (1968)

[soph-v]

I love Fleetwood mac and love this song so thought I’d write about it. This is my first piece of writing so please don’t judge!! Anyway I hope you like it ♡

It was awkward. Really awkward, but you were in a band together so of course it was.

You and your band mates were waiting behind the curtain, you could hear the muffled excitement from the crowd and introduction by the host. Your hands hung by your side, twirling the long piece of black fabric you had dressed in earlier.

Your eyes faced forward as you tried to ignore him standing to your side, hands sitting idly on his guitar. It had been a year of arguing and frostiness with him before finally deciding to break it off. It hurt you both but it was for the best, you could now both be happy and still be in the band.. or so you thought. It was meant to be okay. You’d both taken a few months off to cool down and still the ice wasn’t melting. You just wanted to be back to friends, back to the old banter and heart eyes across the room but you knew that wasn’t possible. He had a new girlfriend now..

You break out of your thoughts just as the curtain opens to reveal the five of you in your places. You stood at the front, two of your band mates behind you and the other two on either side of you. You feel the music through the floor before it hits your ears, taking advantage of the moment to take a deep breath. You step closer to the mic, hands reaching up to grip it. You let the lyrics slide from your brain to your lips, having memorised it from playing it so often. Your eyes close as memory’s flood your brain.

“You could be my silver spring”

You and him talking back and forth about lyrics in your shared apartment. His hair messy and slept on, still in pyjamas as you let the early sun filter in through the windows.

“Blue-green colours flashing”

His birthday party, smile bright and eyes full of delight as he opens your gift. A new guitar, blue and green swirls cover the expanse of it. His eyes blow wide with delight.

“I would be your only dream. Your shining autumn ocean crashing”

Your laying on the sand outside of your holiday house. Chess game sitting on the side forgotten as you bask in the sun. His hand in yours as you point out the shapes in the clouds. It’s late autumn but the sun still heats your skin as the ocean calms your brain. The comfort is forgotten as a phone rings, he reaches into his pocket. He walks away, bliss forgot as he turns his back to you.

“And did you say she was pretty? And did you say that she loves you? Baby, I don’t wanna know”

After a gig, waiting at the car. Cigarette in hand as you watch him from afar. He’s been distant. You see his smile brighten as he indulges the fan girls twirling their hair and flashing their puppy eyes. You turn away.

“I’ll begin not to love you, turn around see me running. I say I loved you years ago, tell myself you never loved me, no”

Sitting in the bed, moon casting shadows across the room. You’ve waited and waited, it’s been all night. The dinner sits cold on the counter in the kitchen, wine bottle opened and untouched. The tv blares as it shatters light across your face. You think of the promises he’d made, the promise of forever, of marriage and children. You think of the late nights spent telling secrets and thinking up lyrics. You realise the waste and lies.

You close your eyes tight, ignore the crowd. Try to wipe him from your memory. From you.

You turn, unable to resist. You look at his face, eyes turned to his guitar in shame. You feel the anger bubble up, seeing his new girlfriend jump up and down. The same one you had caught him with. The same one he had left you for.

You feel the lyrics deep in your body. Ears filled with the harmony of instruments, his voice cutting through like a melodic knife straight to your chest. You turn to see his face, wanting to catch his eye, Wanting him to feel shame and horror for what he had done.

You feel the music quieten slightly as he takes his solo. The guitar rhythm seeming to ripple through him, eyes cast downwards as his hands work with skill against the guitars strings. The blue and green firework design bursting out at everyone, reminding you of the intimate moments you shared.

“Time cast its spell on you but you won’t forget me. I know I could have loved you but you would not let me.”

You let the lyrics burst through your body, taking your heart as hostage as your emotions flow freely. You feel a tear come to your eye as you turn to face him.

His face is no longer hidden as he sings into the mic, eyes blazing ahead shame burning through. The gravel of his voice burns through your body, sparks firing up, fire catching your bones.

Your body turns toward him, legs taking shaky steps, hands leaning on the mic stand. Your voice becomes forceful as fire flares in your eyes.

“I’ll follow you down ‘till the sound of my voice will haunt you”

Breath becomes heavy as you lean forward, hair swaying. Your eyes bore into his, hate and mutual love create a string.

His gaze pours into yours, eyes full of infatuation. The whine of obsession layers his voice, thick against the mic. The warmth beating off his body wanting to welcome you back into the once comforting home. His body begs to worship you, eyes admiring the disdain apparent on your face.

Your eyes ignore his petulant whines of adoration. Lips speaking spells of loathing and distaste. Venom splatters from your tongue, bile rising high in your throat. Angst falls from your eyes, hostility radiating from your body. Bitterness and resent make your hands shake against the mic stand, form stiff with malice. Disgust and jealousy falls in shadows across your face, his girl friend now quieting from embarrassment in the crowds. She retreats, eyes full of sorrow and surprise, muscles tight with tension at the realisation of his past.

You harmonised into the mic, feelings taking over. Your body radiates history as you sing at him, the duet making the crowd gasp and gape at the show. He seemingly all but groans into the mic, overheated lips brushing against the cool metal, sweat creating droplets on his upper lip. The passion clear on his face as his voice croons and hums into the mic stand, gruff voice caressing your body.

You feel your chest restrict, voice grinding and scratching its way through your throat. His strangled melody grates against your ears, rough straining growls tunnelling through your ear canal. Your silvery, sweet voice dwells in his body, lying down in his soul. Her clear, pleasing voice crashing against his guttural tune carving its way through his throat.

You let your body push you closer, dress flowing at your legs. The mic stand drags at the floor, anger and past arguments seeming to age you both a million years. The closer you are the more you want to be, body craving his rough obsession. Your voice gets angrier and angrier, the lyrics curling up into your stomach and making a home. Your head pounding with lost anxiety as you stare your past lover in the eyes.

The drums resonate, banging into your bones and muscle. Piano twisting itself into your hair. Your voice intertwines with his, bonding to your heart and soul.

“Never get away, never get away, never get away ”

You let the band sing, heart pumping fast as you let free, All your feelings coming to a crest inside of you before flooding out like a giant sea.

You finish the song off, mind roaring and heart racing. Your head hangs low as you wean off the last notes. breath is heavy as your hair falls into your face. Thanking the hosts and audience before promptly leaving the stage, long dress flowing after you. You don’t wait for the band before hailing a taxi and making your way back home, mind racing.

You know this is the end, the end of the band. that you won’t sing with them again and you won’t ever see him again. But you find yourself relieved, heart growing light at the thought of freedom, brain going quiet with the idea of his face becoming a distant memory. Maybe it’s what’s best…

This is my first time writing officially so please don’t judge me too bad though helpful criticism is always appreciated. I tried my best but I didn’t proofread it lol and it was written at around midnight 😅 also I’m Still a student! I hope I did the song and performance justice thought I probably didn’t lol. I tried to make it so you could self insert any character you’d like as I don’t know who my target audience would be. Anyway I hope you liked it, please give your thoughts and if you have any requests I’d be happy to do them :) ♡

[avengerscompound]

Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson throughout the MCU (part 2)

[squidkola]

I havent posted KND stuff in a long time

Time to fix that lmao

Just a big ol doodle dump featuring Father, Lou, The Steve, and my OC Mac. There will 100% be more just because I got back into KND recently and its all Ive been able to draw.

[itsexclusive]

[avengerscompound]

Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson through the MCU (part 1)

[bill-augatesm]

Old Art comp 2023-2024. Some I didn’t post and some I did(on twt), fairly old, all of them, but I figured tumblr deserved to see the journey

[lascitasdelashoras]

Stevie Nicks. JFK Stadium, Philadelphia, 1978.

Photo by Steve Joester