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artsyaxolotl · 7 months
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Motivation Monday: You are strong, but you are also tired, and thats OK 💤⭐️
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plistommy · 14 days
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”I love him” CUTE
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findafight · 1 year
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Steve shows up to work one day with a baby bjorn complete with sleeping baby on his chest and Robin is like Steve....what the fuck?
And Steve says "I would've called you last night but she'd only stop crying when I held her and my parents were fighting, obviously, and I had to figure out how to make her bottle then I fell asleep with her on top of me and I think my dad legitimately forgot about us even though this is his fault, and there's no one to take care of her so I had to bring her. Sorry."
That is a lot and answers very few of Robin's questions.
"who...is she?"
Steve brightens and smiles down at the baby who's tiny baby fist is scrunched up in his work vest. "Oh! My half sister. Her mom works for one of my dad's business partners and brought her to my parents while they were away last week so they came home, mostly to dump her off on a nanny they forgot to hire--hence my baby holder here--and fight. Turns out dad cheating is easier to ignore when there isn't actual proof of it."
"oh. Woah."
"yeah. Anyways, ready to rewind some tapes?"
So they start work Steve logging returns into the computer and cupping the baby whose name I don't know yet's head. Then the little baby wakes up, making little baby noises, and Robin is not one for babies really, but Steve coos and picks her hand off his chest and waves it at Robin.
"see, that's your auntie Robin! Say hiii auntie Robin!"
The baby chews her tongue at Robin and blows a spit bubble.
And how is Robin supposed to not be charmed by that?
"awww," she says, letting the baby grab her finger, "yeah, I'm your auntie Robin. Your big brother's gonna take care of you so good huh? You'll know your way around retail in no time."
Steve giggles.
It is then that The Gremlins decide to show up and Cause Noise. Baby sister starts to cry and Steve takes her to the back to get her to calm down and change her, comes out (ignores the party's questions. Giving them Ultimate Mom Pose with Bonus Effect of Baby) hands her to Robin who is a little nervous but she will not let her new niece (?) Down, and goes back to find and heat up a bottle.
Eddie, who drove the gremlins and was looking for something in his van comes in, sees Robin holding the baby and is like huh? What's this?
And then Steve comes out with a bottle and a baby blanket over his shoulder, reaches for the baby from Robin and tries to get her to latch on the bottle with quiet words and gentle hands and Eddie is not okay he's not fine he's having a melt down because Steve with the kids is one thing but Steve with a Baby is something very different and he should not be expected to keep it together seeing this
Part 2.
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thecreelhouse · 3 months
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and what if i said “on your knees” prompt with st…s…ste…. oh i can’t even say it……
loml hello!!!!!!!!! 🥹 hope u like this bestie<3
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“O-okay, you’re— you don’t have to—”
“I want to,” Shoving Steve against a filthy wall in some stranger’s house, you’re determined to make Steve think of something, anything else, other than being trapped in the Upside Down. “C’mon, Steve. I’m not fucking stupid. You’ve been staring at me non-stop lately. Any reason why?”
“Because you’re- you- well,” Steve is trying his hardest to be a gentleman. Or, whatever else is close to that at this point. After diving through the watergate, he’s shirtless and wrapped in bandages, and you’ve only got a mini-skirt on (Yeah, great fashion choice before doing anything related to this hell of a different dimension. Great job!), and somehow lost half your shirt in the process.
You’re not a believer in much, but you’re sure as hell this is fate, or something close, pressuring you to finally make Steve realize you like him just as much, if not more. With your hands holding his arms to his sides, you glance up at him with the biggest gaze, one that sets off the storm awaiting inside him.
It’s the same stare he’s dreamed of time and time again, staring up at him while you’re choking on his cock.
“We could be stuck here for a very long time, y’know.” You purr, running your hands up his sides, careful as your fingertips run over his bandages. “The others are at Nancy’s anyway. We got time to kill. I literally saw you palming yourself when we were walking down the street away from the group— dude, please tell me you’re aware you weren’t that sneaky. You know that, right?”
“I— I don’t want to be mean.” Is all he can bring himself to say, but you laugh, startling him.
“Steve? As much as I love when you’re a gentleman, I’d fuckin’ love to see the old you tell me what to do. C’mon, babe, I know it’s still in you.”
You’re both the worst and best thing to happen to Steve Harrington. You’ve been such a badass through this entire adventure— it’s what you’re calling it, not him— and now you’re begging for King Steve to make a special appearance, boss you around and maybe make you cry, if he’s lucky. He wishes that thought alone, the idea of you crying while he’s ruining you, didn’t make his dick so goddamn hard. You realize how conflicted he looks, wanting to be respectful, wanting to treat you like a person, not just another piece of ass he’s chasing for one night only. You also see the way his eyes darken when you ask him to be his old self, to be mean to you, and you’re determined to lure that part out of him.
“I’m a big girl, I can tell you to stop if I need. Promise, Steve.” You’re hoping this helps, it comes off as begging, like he’s in control, but you’ve got the reins here, even if it’ll all be in his favor. “C’monnnnn, you nearly died, don’t you wanna—“
Steve’s fingers wind through your hair, soft at first, but once he has the handful he was searching for, his grip tightens, hard. You whine at the way he tugs your head up closer to his, nearly meeting him at eye level, but you’re on your tippy toes regardless.
“Nearly died saving your sorry ass. We nearly fucking died, and all you can think of is getting off? Seriously?” Steve’s eyes drop to your lips, pouting with need. “Open.”
Your eyes widen at the way he’s switched so suddenly, mouth falling open on his command. He spits into your mouth, thriving over the sight of you gagging on his own spit, without even kissing you. “That enough? Or you need more?”
Unsure what he was asking this for, you shrug, pussy throbbing as he tugs harder on your locks. “Heard you had the best mouth in our class, wanna prove it?”
Dizzy, you nod softly, in awe of how quick it was for him to jump back into his old ways. “Please? Can I?” A mixture of his spit and yours spills between your lips, right onto yourself. He watches the mess you make with a smirk, one that would’ve killed you back in high school, and still kills you now.
“Only ‘cause you sound so goddamn pathetic right now.” Steve loosens his grip on your hair, but has enough of a hold to push you towards the floor. “On your knees, honey. You said we got time to kill, don’t fuckin’ waste it.”
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pluttskutt · 1 year
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Robin orders a drink but she's a clutz and uncoordinated so when she walks with Eddie she tries not to bump into him and instead bumps into Steve and just spills her drink on his shirt and she thinks he'll be angry but he apologises for being in the way and Eddie is puzzled because he's supposed to be an ass
and then Steve takes off his shirt and Eddie is looking respectfully no he's not and Steve apologises again and says it just felt sticky and offers to buy Robin a new drink whilst putting on his soft hoodie and that's the first time Eddie thinks he looks cute
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bluecrusadearcade · 2 years
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This picture of Steve and Tony. That's it.
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pollenallergie · 1 year
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You cannot tell me that, even at fucking 17-19 years old, Steve Harrington isn’t a Midwestern dad to his core. Like you can’t tell me he doesn’t use Midwestern dad-isms because he absolutely, 100% does. I’m talking about saying “ope” when he accidentally runs into someone/something, I’m talking about saying “yello” when he answers the phone, I’m talking about him twirling his keys around on his pointer finger and asking Dustin if he’s “ready to rock and roll?” before they leave to go anywhere together.
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after corroded coffin make it big there's headlines about lead guitarist edith 'eddie' munson's close friendship with her roommate, stephanie henderson, and every time a magazine goes on and on about how wholesome it is seeing girls supporting girls eddie's like wow. steph this is how we know we pass as women i spent the entirety of the last awards ceremony with my hand planted firmly on your ass and STILL people are talking about what good friends we are
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artsyaxolotl · 5 months
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Motivation Monday: It's ok if some days are harder than others 💤⭐️
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plistommy · 12 days
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#I get it, Joe
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findafight · 1 year
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Wait. Wait. Kinda part 2 to this post. For the angst of it all. Cw: implied and assumed homophobia
Because sure, after that dinner Joyce relents in not being, y'know, openly confused or frustrated with Steve being around. El obviously adores him and Jim is always glad when he comes around. Joyce can put up with Steve for them. But she's a stubborn woman, and somewhere in her mind, Steve is a Bad Egg. So she's still not 100% on board.
All this rears its head one night after a lot of their world saving group has had a movie night and ended up in a puddle on the floor. Steve is squished between Robin and Eddie, snuggled up all cozy. Joyce sees this when she quietly pads out of her bedroom to just. Check on the kids.
Eddie and Steve are sat up, Robin's face pressed against his hip. They're whispering something, heads leaned close. And they lean in further, silhouetted by the moonlight filtering in, and kiss. It's pretty chaste, though not a peck.
Joyce's blood boils. Steve has a girlfriend, he should not be going around kissing his friends like that, stringing them all along. She feels strangely vindicated, that her assumptions about Steve were right, that he wasn't actually a good guy or had changed at all. She almost yells at him then and there, but holds off. No need to wake everyone up. She can lecture him in the morning.
Once everyone is fed and lounging in the late morning, she pulls Steve out onto the porch.
"I saw you kiss Eddie last night" she says, without preamble. "And I cannot believe you would think behaviour like that is acceptable in my house."
Steve blinks, clenches his jaw. "Jo--Mrs Byers. I--"
"I don't want any of your excuses! It's despicable what you're doing, and I won't have it. For whatever reason, those kids look up to you. What kind of example are you setting for them? For El?" Steve's eyes widen, and if Joyce hadn't been so caught up with her anger she probably would have seen that instead of being ashamed or embarrassed, Steve is scared. "She looks up to you so much, though I can't imagine why. You need to clean yourself up, Steve. For real this time. You can't go around doing whatever you want. It's disgusting and disrespectful. Did you even consider the people you'd hurt? How doing shit like that would affect the lives of people who care about you? They deserve better than that." She shakes her head. Arms crossed. Steve is tense in front of her, but he doesn't say anything. To her, that's as good as confession. "Everyone talks about how you've worked hard to improve yourself, become a better person. But after last night? I just don't believe it. No one who's really changed, really a good person, would do what you did." She sighs. "You should probably leave now."
Steve nods stiffly. "Right. I'll. Uh, I leave. Can you...please, don't tell anyone, ma'am. I'll Grab my bag and I'll get outta your hair, but don't tell. I'm so sorry. Please." She purses her lips. His girlfriend deserves to know, but Joyce has no clue who that is (it might be the Robin girl attached to his hip, but she has no way of knowing). She nods once. Steve's shoulders slump.
Stepping back into the house, Steve quickly and jerkily snags his backpack from the corner it was shoved into before leaning over to whisper something in Robin's ear. The girl nods, looking worried.
He doesn't look at Eddie.
For a while, her house is Steve-free. Joyce breathes easy, hoping their talk was a wake-up call for steve. He is painfully polite when they bump into each other, Robin usually by his side with a strained customer service smile. Small talk is non-existent.
But then Will starts getting quieter. Maybe avoiding her. Certainly does his best to be small and doesn't look in her eyes. She has no idea what's going on, and she's worried.
What if the Upside Down came back? What if there's something wrong with her boy? What if everything they've fought for and sacrificed didn't mean anything and it's never actually over?
She tries to talk to him, but he shrugs her off, says he's fine and not to worry about it. Assures her it is definitely not the Upside Down.
Finally, after two weeks of Will looking absolutely miserable when he talks to her, she gets Jonathan to try. Tension around the house is high, Steve is barely around and always skitters away when he sees her, and in combination with will, it's out everyone on edge.
She doesn't mean to eavesdrop. But she doesn't not mean to either. It's just that they're on the porch, and she was in the kitchen and heard something, and when she went to see, she heard them talking.
"it's not--i want to tell you but it's not my secret to tell."
Jonathan sighs. "Will. I can't help if I don't know what's wrong. Please. Talk to me. I'll love you no matter what, you know that."
Will heaves a breath. "I had a talk with Steve --" and oh, the rage in Joyce's chest when she hears that. What did he say to her boy?? "And...uhg. fuck. Okay, you have to swear, swear! You're not going to tell anyone what I'm going to tell you. If you figure it out, because I don't. It's not mine to tell."
"okay. I swear. I won't go spilling Steve's secrets."
"you have to mean it, Jonathan. It's dangerous!"
There's ruffling fabric. Jonathan's voice is softer. "I promise."
"Steve said he was telling me because he thought we might be...similar. In some ways. And he talked about who he's dating. And that Hopper and El and Robin and Eddie know. And that they're all safe. Y'know? Like you are."
"okay..."
"and I said you were, and he said that was really good, and then emphasized that if I ever wanted like, and actual grown up to talk to, not just another teenager, Hopper was safe. But. The way he said it made it seem like...I don't know, but something was off? And I asked him." There's a pause. "I asked him if Mom knew. And he said yes. But he hadn't... Before that, he hadn't said she was safe. Jonathan..."
Something...wasn't adding up. Joyce was trying to puzzle what she wouldn't be safe to talk to about. She'd been in the tunnels and Upside Down and through it all. Her children, and by extension the children that had helped save them, were always safe in her house. To come to her if they felt unsafe. Why Steve would tell her own son she wasn't --
Will continued. "Steve said that it'd probably be different because I'm her kid, y'know? She--she did all this stuff to get me back and to keep me safe and loves me. So she could. So she'd maybe change her mind. For me."
"Will..." Jonathan's voice sounds pained.
"but what if she's not? What if that's where it ends? Shell save me from a demogorgon but not love me for this. Steve's saved my friends half a dozen times, Jonathan! He got--he got tortured" that is not something Joyce knew. When the hell did that happen? "with Robin to protect Dustin and Erica, Billy beat him half to death when he stepped in to protect Lucas and Max! He's good! I'm not as close to him as the others but he still told me. He trusted me enough with a secret that I can't even say outloud about myself yet! And Mom still-" will hiccups, and Joyce wishes she knew what he was talking about. Wishes he was saying these things to her, so she could comfort him.
Heaving a breath, Will is quieter. "Steve's the reason no one's died. He's El's first brother. And she still called him disgusting for-- for kissing someone he loves."
Ice fills Joyce's veins, a heavy pit balls in her stomach. Because that's not--she didn't--it wasn't like that.
But Steve had begged her not to tell anyone. Had stood still and not tried to justify anything and called her ma'am when he asked her not to tell. Held himself still when she was around and bolted at the first possible opportunity, leaving disappointed people in his wake. Oh, shit. Oh, she's fucked up so badly. Hurt some kid because she was suspicious of him from over three years ago and assumed the worst. Instead of realizing that maybe the reason he and his girlfriend were keeping it quiet was because he didn't have a girlfriend at all, and that the boy he kissed that night was his boyfriend, she had just assumed he was cheating. And then she'd told him he was disappointing and disgusting and a bad influence on the kids. Even after, he still made sure Will knew there were safe people around, that he'd have someone to talk to. And all she'd done was make him scared of her.
"oh, buddy."
Will's voice is muffled, and Jonathan has probably pulled him into a hug. It cracks when he speaks. "how can she say that about Steve but still love me? When so much of this shit's been my fault?"
"none of this is your fault. Don't believe that, will. No one blames you or El for any of it. You know that, right?"
"okay..."
"it's true. And as for mom...I don't know." Jonathan huffs "I'm not sure. I'm sorry, buddy."
Joyce turns then, feeling sick. She shouldn't have eavesdropped on her children, but now she had she was going to make things right. Hopefully.
Ensure everyone, including Steve, knew she was safe.
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stevelieber · 1 year
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Showing movement in comics. Sometimes you just need to find the perfect single gesture. Sometimes you need to use motion lines. And sometimes, when your need is greatest, you reach deep into your bag of tricks and pull out the big gun.
These are all from the team behind Superman's Pal Jimmy Olsen. SPJO was written by Matt Fraction, drawn by me (@stevelieber) colored by @nathanfairbairn, and lettered by Clayton Cowles. If you want to read it, get it from your local comic shop, or I have a few copies available in my etsy store. https://www.etsy.com/listing/877872677/back-in-stock-supermans-pal-jimmy-olsen
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familyvideostevie · 2 years
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Bestie… 31 with Steve 😅
bestie....of course. anyone who has ever read my stuff knows i am obsessed w putting people on the counter <3
kitchen counter make-outs __ "Hey," Steve whines from behind you. "Pay attention to me."
You give the stew one final stir before you replace the lid and turn the burner to low. A glance over your shoulder shows you Steve pouting from his place on the counter, his nose scrunched up and eyes wide and needy.
"I'm listening," you say. You reach up to grab some bowls from the cabinet before moving to the sink to clean up after yourself. Steve has been regaling you with whatever mischief he and Dustin got up to this week and you have been listening, you swear.
"No," he says again, still whiny and you are hopelessly endeared. "Do you have to clean now? Can you just c'mere instead?" You sigh dramatically before abandoning your mess and finally turning to face him. He spreads his knees wide and you move to stand between them. His palms slide into your back pockets and he's in your face immediately, leaning down and rubbing his nose against yours.
"Oh," you murmur. "I see. You just wanted some action, Harrington."
"So what if I did?" His words are hot on your skin, lips brushing yours with every word. "I've been staring at your ass for like, forty minutes."
"I guess we have time before dinner is ready--"
Steve closes the gap before you can finish talking, slotting his mouth over yours. His hands are cheeky, squeezing as he pulls you closer, hooking his ankles around you as your hands grip his thighs. He kisses you slowly, thoroughly, easily, like he has all the time in the world. You're usually the one on the counter but you'd insisted on cooking tonight and now you're extra glad because you love feeling like this: like Steve is everywhere, like he's all around you, like you're safe with him so close. And you are. His legs around you, his arms gentle yet firm as he pulls one hand out of your pocket to cup your jaw.
And his mouth. He's controlling the kiss but you give as good as you get, licking into his mouth and pulling a sound from him that makes your cheeks heat and your fingers press into his jeans even harder. It's a push and pull, making out with Steve, and you could do it for hours and you want to but then--
His stomach grumbles. He laughs against your lips, pulling away with a sheepish grin. His pupils are blown and his cheeks are rosy, lips swollen and slick. You bring a thumb up to wipe away some spit and he nips at you.
"Steve!" you laugh, trying to move out of the circle of his legs. He doesn't unlock his ankles right away, leaning down for another quick kiss, loud and messy.
"I can't help it," he grins. "You're delicious, baby. Can't get enough of you."
kiss prompts for eddie or steve baby blurbs
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alopecoiddaydream · 1 month
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We should start using playlists for autism diagnoses/j
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steven-g-rogers · 11 months
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// Closed starter for @scinglives
The world was a mess after the final battle with Thanos. It was bad when he'd snapped his fingers and everyone had turned to dust. Children were found locked in their homes with no parents to look after them. House fires started all over where people had been cooking and then suddenly vanished. Planes had dropped out of the air. And everyone had to adjust to the world having lost people.
Steve had been sure he was doing the right thing bringing everyone back. The universe was living with a massive group trauma and he thought it might heal it. He hadn't taken into account how many people would now be displaced because their families had sold their homes and moved away. He hadn't thought of all the couples who'd had a partner disappear that had moved on only to have them return again. He hadn't considered the custody battles of children who had been adopted only to have their biological parents return. It was messy and it was ugly, but he'd help try to fix it.
He'd been working non-stop since the battle. He'd managed to secure pardon's for everyone involved in the battle at the German Airport. He had found an apartment in Brooklyn that was small, but big enough for him and Bucky. And he'd even managed to furnish it. Sparsely. But it was furnished. Now he was going to help his best friend try to find his place in this new world.
He led Bucky into the living room and looked at him expectantly. "I know it's not much," he said. "But what do you think?"
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browsethestacks · 7 months
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Superman's Pal Jimmy Olsen
Art by...
1) Curt Swan And George Klein
2) Mike McKone
3) Michel Fiffe
4) Doc Shaner
5) Fred Hembeck
6) Chris Giarrusso
7) Phil Noto
8) Jack Larson
9) Steve Rude
10) Brian Bolland
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