#thank god for steve

[queenwhoneverwasx]

Eve Best, Steve Toussaint and GRR Martin at the House of the Dragon FYC Special Screening in Los Angeles.

(via Steve Toussaint’s instagram)

[meowza315]

joyous day today fellas

I finished it.

After 25 and a half hours and three separate attempts, I finally finished the fan-made S5 poster :) I remember getting the idea in November of last year, and I just now finished it almost a year later. thats actually wild

not everything or everyone is perfect, but that’s okay. I’m proud of it and I think that’s all that really matters

character closeups under the break

[chamomileteainabuttercup]

I like to think of Steve relying on Eddie as his nerd interpreter when the conversation starts to get over his head. Instead of having to ask the kids what a lycanthrope is, he just kind of sidles over and gives a "???" look to Eddie who leans in and whispers a quick explanation without making him look dumb to everyone. This works great when the subjects under discussion are related to Eddie's hobbies and interests but sometimes they turn more academic, because these kids are science nerds as well as science fiction nerds, and when he "???"s at Eddie, Eddie whispers, "Super flattered you think I might know, but remember my grades are worse than yours." Then he takes the bullet for Steve by asking the dumb question out loud so he can hear the answer too.

On one occasion Lucas makes a sports analogy, Eddie looks baffled and doesn't even have time to look for Steve before he's whispering to him all excited because he can finally help him back.

[lefthandarm-man]

Bucky Barnes // The Winter Soldier Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2014)

appreciation post for bucky's hair in catws

[princessstevemunson]

Can you imagine Eddie’s reaction the first time he sees Steve in baseball pants?

I can see him writing a song about it, and eventually Dustin hears it, and is like “What’s it about ?”

Eddie opens his mouth to answer, the rest of CC has expressions varying from annoyance—not wanting to hear Eddie go on and on about Steve’s ass yet again—to devilish smirks. Steve just glares and shouts “don’t you dare!” Leaving the boys to bust up laughing, and Dustin throughly confused.

[wav48k]

ive always wondered who made the mcr website in the beginning.... it was ray :’)

[harringroveera]

Billy’s wooing plan is finally working!

[grandwretch]

sometimes I forget that in s4 Steve was literally The Adult. Hawkins Crew thought Hopper was dead and Joyce was across the country and unavailable. Steve was literally the oldest person in all of Hawkins to be Upside-Down aware for the first time ever. Imagine being under that much pressure.

[stov3buckt]

Captain America #750

[familyvideostevie]

man when no one got me i know joe keery as steve harrington got me

[carolperkinsexgirlfriend]

Steddie Upside-Down AU Part 78

Part 1 Part 77

Eddie always thought he’d be in jail before all this hard labor bullshit starts. Still, here he is, chipping away at the cold earth with a shovel Mama Byers stole from Merill’s shed. And it’s all to save the same man who’s busted his balls more times than he can count.

But Steve had pointed, and Eddie’d started digging. 

He’s sitting now, criss-cross as he stares down at the ground like he can see through it, feet crossed, and t-shirt on backwards. Eddie had thrown it over his head as Steve walked out of the house, while While stuffed his sockless feet into his tennis shoes as best as he could. It’s not right. He’s not right. 

Eddie can still feel the thread tying them together, but it’s brittle now, obvious next to the nylon still twined between Eddie and Will. 

Steve’s barely there at all.

He’s always lived in an empty house, been an empty house. The thing inside him is just the first to take up residence – to fill the vacancy. 

Eddie wants his empty house back.

He’d spent a year watching Steve blossom, filling that emptiness with laughter and cooking and someone to come home to. Eddie’d helped Steve move in, rearrange the furniture in his mind and feng shui that shit until the sun was always shining. He’d seen the curtains begin to open.

It’s jarring, now, to look into his eyes and see the glassy windows of an abandoned home. 

So Eddie does all he can; he digs. The hole grows bigger and bigger, growing at the same rate as the blister on the side of his right thumb. He takes turns with Mama Byers, her lithe frame hiding surprising strength. 

She’s the one at the mantle when the shovel strikes air. She pushes it down hard, gasping as it falls straight through, clattering somewhere below with the dull thud of metal on packed earth. 

“Well, shit,” she says, staring down at the far-too small hole in the earth, just big enough to lose a shovel in. 

Eddie peers down with her, eyeing the loosened sides and the distance of the drop. “Think we can stomp the rest out?”

“I don’t think that’s–” Mama Byers starts, but Eddie’s already stomped down.

The dirt crumbles easier than he expects, like all it wants is to tumble down into the unknown with the shovel. Eddie’s whole foot goes through, and he tumbles down with it. 

It’s not far, but he lands on the handle of the shovel, feels it reverberate up his spine. He closes his eyes against the pain, groaning as he rolls away from the impact site. 

“Eddie?” Will and Mama Byers both call down to him. He opens his eyes to look up at their worried faces, haloed by the dim gray of the November sky. Steve doesn’t make an appearance, but he can still dimly feel him up there.

“I’m fine!” he calls, hoisting himself onto knees and hands and hoping it’s true. 

His ankle twinges as he gets it under him but it holds his weight as he levers himself upright. He barely even notices the pain because then he sees him: Hopper. He’s on the ground, and he’s not moving, as the vines writhe around him.

“Shit!” Eddie cries, rushing over and dropping down next to the man. “Shit, shit, shit!”

He says it like a mantra, barely noticing Mama Byers calling down at him, demanding he tell her what’s happening. 

Eddie yanks at the vine, trying to wrench it from the man’s throat with little success. He sobs when Hopper croaks out a quiet, “knife.” It’s the first sign of life the man’s shown and Eddie will take it with both hands. 

“Where?” Eddie cries. “Where is it?”

“It’s there!” Mama Byers calls. She’s collapsed on the ground, winded from her own fall into the tunnel. Eddie follows her pointing finger to his right.

He lurches for it as Mama Byers crawls up to take his place holding the vines away from Hopper’s windpipe.

Eddie saws at the vine around his neck, around his torso, around his wrists. He loses time to hacking away, barely noticing the viscous black blood that oozes out of it and splatters his clothes, hands, face. 

All he knows is Steve’s barely there at all anymore, and this is the same fucking thing that had slithered down his throat

 and made its home inside him in the first place. 

He can hear Hopper coughing, Mama Byers calling his name, but it’s all muffled, like he’s under water. Like he’s still in the Harrington pool, drowning. Like he never made it to the other side. 

Maybe he didn’t. 

Maybe he’s still down there, sucking down chlorine like it’ll quench his thirst. At least down there, he’d had a hold on Steve. But, now, he can feel the tether turning to ash in his mouth. He’s so thirsty. He wants to swallow the world.

“Munson”

He keeps hacking away at the vines, like they’ll stop strangling Stevie. Like this will be the thing that saves them.

“Eddie.”

Like they’re what’s strangling him, smoke and helplessness clogging Steve’s esophagus and making a home within him. 

“Kid!”

There are warm hands gripping his wrist, hard. Warmer than Steve’s been. Eddie looks up, and Hopper’’s staring at him, ragged and dirty and panting, but alive. Eddie looks down at the wrist he’s holding. Hopper’s knife is clutched hard enough that it hurts. 

“You got them,” Hopper says, voice that soothing, gruff timber he uses on little kids, and victims. “You can let go.” He squeezes Eddie’s wrist before loosening his hold and running his thumb up the veins of his inner wrist. “You saved me, kid. You did good.”

It hurts when he drops the knife, tendons protesting the change of position after he knows how long clenching down. Hopper drops his wrist, clasping his shoulder and squeezing that instead. “You did good,” he says again, and then again, like that’ll stop Eddie’s shaking. It doesn’t.

Eddie nods, still looking down at the knife. His hand clenches on air. He feels bereft, so he pulls on the threads that bind. One made of titanium, and one made of dust he can barely feel at all. 

He jerks his head up at the ceiling, straining his neck to see Steve and Will’s faces. He needs to know that they’re both still there, waiting for him to come back. That Steve’s still Steve, waiting for Eddie to save him. 

Steve’s always dying. Eddie’s always trying to save him. 

But Steve’s not there at all. 

There’s just dirt, only a shovel as proof of the morning spent digging a hole. Digging a grave for them to disappear in. 

“No, no, no!” Eddie cries, scrambling up. 

“Munson, what–”

“He’s gone!” He lurches forward, grabbing for the shovel, like he can somehow dig his way back. He hears Mama Byers gasp as he pushes the shovel up into the dirt. It doesn’t give. He pushes harder.

“Eddie, sweetie.” Mama Byers says, reaching up to pat his shoulder. “Will’s got him.” 

Will’s got him. Will, who’s bright light he can feel at Steve’s side, just above. Will’s got him.

Eddie drops the shovel on a sob, still looking, up, up, up.

“But how are we going to get out of her?” Eddie asks. No one answers because no one knows.

Digging a hole and escaping a grave are two very different things. 

Like the answer to a prayer Eddie would never send up, there’s a shout behind him. “Go!”

Eddie spins, and there’s a man in a Hvac suit, with a gun pointed straight at him. He stumbles back, feels Mama Byers’ steadying hands on his lower back. 

“Get out of here!” the man calls, voice muffled through his helmet. He gestures with the butt of his gun behind him. “Go! Go!”

Eddie flits by him, keeping as much distance as the small tunnel will allow just as something inhuman begins shrieking behind him. 

He doesn’t hesitate anymore. He bolts, Mama Byers and Hop hot on his heels, visions of Demogon’s on his heels pushing him faster. 

He passes more suits and more guns, and keeps going. The ground begins sloping upward toward the light of an open tunnel. He stops for a second, shocked by an end to the darkness.

The safety of right-side-up is steps away. The warmth of light and air and his people are so close, he can almost taste it. 

That’s when the screaming starts, from a voice he would know anywhere. Even like this. Even loud and wretched with pain. 

Eddie runs toward the sounds of his angel screaming. 

Part 79

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[zenaidamacrouras1]

Hot Neighbor and the Sunshine Baby

by ZenaidaMacroura

Summary:

Five Times Steve and his daughter accidentally terrorized Bucky and his daughter, and then some times they managed to keep it together. A cutesy meet-ugly slowburn slice of life AU kidfic. May include: General childhood mess. Brief references to the less pleasant side effects associated with the proximity of children, including diapers, throwing up, and the indignities of gestating. No graphic childbirth or pregnancy (sorry if you're into that).

Thanks to @booksandabeer and TenMileStilts for beta/emotional counseling.

[emblazons]

"you know, they do say it does make you crazy."

STRANGER THINGS SANS VISAGES S03E07 - The Bite

[hungharrington]

steeb with a praise kink and flushing when you call him pretty boy or sweet thing in public

watching him fall apart under you whimpering and muttering that he’s you’re good boy over and over again. telling you he’s been perfect all day so you deserves some type of reward. sweet prince . such a cute little play thing

18+ blog & afab!reader mdni!! anon u had me. drooling. sigh.

oh, and even better is that he doesn’t even realise it in the beginning— when you dote on him, a hand sweeping over his cheek, excited chatters about how proud you are of him, because u are!! and it makes steve positively glow. his cheeks get all rosy and his chest puffs up and hey, alright, if his blood runs a little hotter and his jeans get a little tighter, steve pays no extra mind to it. he’s a guy, alright? all sorts of crazy things get his dick going.

but then, that night, he’s got his mouth between your sticky thighs, his tongue warm and eager on your cunt as he presses your thighs closer to your chest. he pulls all the sweet noises out of you that he adores, that really make his cock ache, and then you say it, a soft praise wrapped up in your moan, “so good, you’re doing so good, baby,” and steve feels his cock leak at your words, giving a muffled moan against your slick and fuck, suddenly, he’s rutting himself against the sheets and kissing and sucking with a passion that has you building up your orgasm in a mere couple of minutes. but you’ve already caught it — the couple of words that seemed to release a beast in steve, turn him pliant and horny and eager to please. every moan that spills out is laced with praise, “yes, f-fuck, you’re so good- so good for me, steve,” and “so- so fuckin pretty between my thighs, aren’t you?”

and right as your tummy curls up tight, hands clutching tight at the bedsheets you move them, twining them in steve’s hair to get his attention, barely getting the words out between your pants, “gonna cum too?” and steve’s fingers dig into your thighs tighter, giving an eager nod but never stopping his tongue against your clit. his hips still roll into the sheets below him, giving himself sweet sweet friction. you moan breathily and say, “good boy,” and steve whimpers loudly, losing it as his cock gives a twitch and he cums in pants— your cunt swallowing his pitiful whines as he eats you through your own orgasm, grip painfully tight on your hips.

and then it’s like…. kryptonite to him. a well placed praise can render him useless in public, hand tucked in his pocket trying to keep his dick down even as he flames red all the way up to his ears — just because at your silly arcade date he’d beaten the basketball game and you’d put on that voice and said, “ugh! you’re just so good at these things, pretty boy,” then pushed up on your toes to whisper in his ear, “you’ll have to show me how you got to be so good, yeah?” and your smirk tells him that you’re well aware of what you’re doing :)

[ickypuppi3]

late thirties harringrove who meet back up in the early aughts is so fun because billy’s got a nokia that max got for him for his birthday because he, quote, ‘never picks up the damn phone’ (though he refuses to use that most of the time too) and steve’s got a company issued blackberry. and they are sexting

[thealogie]

“What happens when you bring death to death? Life!” This bitch is making me miss moffat’s writing