❝ it’s okay, you don’t have to do this alone. ❞
"Yeah, I know." At this point, Faith just expects Steve to show up at the worst possible time and profess his want to throw himself on the sword. It's noble, if deeply stupid. Even Angel's self-sacrificial tendencies have nothing on this guy. She slowly walks out to meet his car and rests against the frame of the open window on folded arms to keep him from getting out of the damn car, "You got my back." She leans in a little and it doesn't take long until they're almost nose to nose. Her voice drops to a soft graveling, "Big, grand gestures, right?" which is when the moment's cut short by a metallic clicking as she fastens a handcuff to his steering wheel then quickly snaps the other on his wrist, "Sorry, Kitten. You're benched. See, I got your back, too. Gonna thank me one day."
super-powers prompts ; @talesfromthevoiid
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IT’S ALL ABOUT THE YEARNING
@talesfromthevoiid asked:
❝ when i’m with you i feel like myself. i feel like every side of me is present and accepted. and i feel good about it— i feel good about who i am when i’m with you. ❞ //from Steve to Nat
Pressing her lips together, Natasha let his words sink in as she wondered how long he had been feeling this way about her and when it had started. All this time, she had believed that he was still hung up over his love for Peggy, that no other woman could replace her ever.
❛ Steve.. ❜ She started, sitting up in her chair as she glanced over at him, her arms casually folded, briefly remembering the conversation that they had when SHIELD went down. ❛ I don't know what to say.. I thought all that you see in me is a friend, nothing more. ❜
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[ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐒𝐊 - 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 ] @talesfromthevoiid sent: our muses get married in a spur-of-the-moment decision with Steve x Nancy.
"This is...crazy...right?" Nancy murmured hastily, the thought flying from her brain to her lips. A chance to back out. An idea that was entirely too spontaneous for Nancy Wheeler as her question bordered on the rhetorical, more than aware of the impulsive nature of the person her question was directed at. Steve Harrington, of all people, supported rash decisions. In fact...he was the one who'd offered it. "By the way, this is not the start of the six kid dream you have, Harrington." His surname danced on the tip of her tongue, soon to be hers. Or this could be the start, they’d been through crazier.
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Raven pushed her way past Steve when he opened the door; if he thought even for a second that she wasn't going to throw a big fat 'I told you so' in his face, he didn't know her well enough. So when she heard the door closed, she turned around, hands on her hips. "Okay, you can tell me how incredibly dumb you were and how right I was; if I hear those words, I won't give you the big speech I was saving for you when I learned that once again I was right and you were wrong" Raven teased half-heartedly. "What's the point of having a witch for a friend if you're not going to heed said witch's warning and nearly get yourself killed."
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♫ - for steve and jessica for @talesfromthevoiid!
okay getting a good balance of their vibes without leaning too heavy into the 80s pop was hard! I hope you dig it!
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send “ look at me. “ for my muse’s reaction to yours grabbing mine by the chin and forcing mine to look at them during a tense / highly emotional moment. //from Steve to Nancy
Nancy already hated arguing with Steve. She hated the point they were at, where the two of them seemed to not be able to get through to each other. And yet, as she felt his hand on her chin, forcing her to look at him, she couldn’t help the tears that began to fall. “I don’t want to do this,” she whispered, sniffling slightly, “I love you Steve, I don’t want to fight with you...”
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"Why don't crabs give to charities? They're shellfish" // from Steve
"How do freshwater lobsters get to lakes? Well 'cos there's craw-stations everywhere."
"Eh? Get it? Craw, station, crustacean..." Aheheehee.
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@talesfromthevoiid || Leah and Steve || Continued from here
Leah nodded and made her way to the kitchen, opening the fridge and grabbing a coke for him.
As he continued to speak, she rose a brow and turned to face him. "Upset? I'm not, I promise, I'm just... nervous." She admitted with a light blush as she held out the coke to him.
"I... wanted to invite you in because...." She paused and chewed her lip a little.
"Well.. it was a great first date, and... i really like you Steve." She breathed. "I just... wouldn't mind spending more time with you... if you're... ok with that?"
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💃 ───── as her feet carried her towards the sound and her fingers wrapped around the handle of her gun she was cautious. people didn't just seek her out and she knew to be cautious. "steve?" she spoke suddenly unable to help herself. was it real? how .... how could it be possible?
@talesfromthevoiid ♥ for a starter from peggy carter for steve rogers
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"ʀᴏᴏᴍᴍᴀᴛᴇꜱ? ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ? ᴄʀᴜꜱʜᴇꜱ? ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴀʀᴇ ᴡᴇ?" @talesfromthevoiid
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Send me ❝ What the hell were you thinking?! ❞ for my muse’s reaction to your muse risking their own life to save my muse. // From Steve Harrington in his marvel verse
Send me ❝ What the hell were you thinking?! ❞ for my muse’s reaction to your muse risking their own life to save my muse. Alternatively, send me ❝ What the hell were you thinking? ❞ REVERSE for my muse to react to saving your muse’s life.
"i was thinking of saving your life. you're welcome by the way." hands placed on her hips as she tried to catch her breath. god, everything hurt. near death experience and what not. but hey, steve was safe and so was she. "i told you," heaves, "i had this and i did that. did i almost die? sure. but everyone is safe now. god, does it smell like blood to you? oh shit, that's me.."
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🔥//from all the muses ive thrown at her lmao
Send “🔥?” and my muse will admit whether they find your muse attractive or not.
// STEVE
"He's a cutie. Too bad he's a frickin' idiot." said affectionately, somehow.
// SPIDER MAN
"Wearing a mask, so there's that. Can't actually see his face, but that spider suit thing doesn't exactly leave a lot to the imagination. Who needs a face, am I right?"
// BATMAN
"Guy's dressed like goth Chuck E. Cheese, how the hell am I supposed to know?"
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wanna hear a dad joke? //from Steve
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There were two ways Eddie could go about this. He could ask to here the joke because he absolutely loved jokes. Or he could be an ass and make Steve feel awkward, which he also enjoyed. The grin that slowly crept onto Eddie's lips made which way this decision was going very obvious.
"Wow, Harrington." Said Eddie, trying his bed to sound like he was hurt or offended by what Steve had just said. "You're really gonna throw a dad joke at the guy with no dad? What kind of asshole are you?"
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🔁 //steve
"And it was not your fault but mine."
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i just wanted to say i’m sorry. ” //from Steve
“ sorry…? ” nancy parrots the words, slowly, as her brow furrows in a mix of confusion and curiosity. “ what’re you sorry for, steve ? i—what’re you sorry for ? you didn’t— ” she can feel the way the guilt squeezes at her heart. she hates what’s happened between them, thinking about it often and things that she could’ve handled better, but never knowing how to broach the topic. plus, steve seemed to have moved on from her by now; what business did she have coming back into his life now ?
still… she supposed saying her piece now was as good a time as any.
“ steve, i’m sorry… for…everything that happened. ”
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Look at me //steve
Everything happened so quickly. One minute they're parked at the side of Lovers Lake, distracted in all the ways a boy and girl can be parked in the secluded darkness, the next their car doors are ripped open and a swift hit to the back of both of their heads leaves them pliant in their captors' hands. Coming to in the sterile lighting of an unfamiliar room, the vampire immediately went to the metal silver bars only to hiss and yank her burnt palms away.
Jessica tucked herself back into the corner of the cell, knees pulled to her chest and her head in her hands. What the fuck happened? How did she end up here? Where the fuck was here? She'd gone out--Out with--Steve-- As if he'd heard her thoughts, her mate was settled in front of her, lifting her chin so her gaze met his, "Steve, what is this?" It was an unfair question, surely, but it was all she could say at first. The redhead shifted and buried her face against his neck, her arms looping around his middle, "What the fuck is happenin'?" // @talesfromthevoiid
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