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[teveharrington]

⧥ 𝖲𝖳𝖤𝖵𝖤 𝖧𝖠𝖱𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖳𝖮𝖭 independent ( priority no. 1 ⟼ fun ) headcanon based super canon divergent portrayal. est. 2wenty25 marty, early30s, her / they. EXTRA CONTENT ( sideblog ).

𐄁⸳ 𑂾 𝗔 𝗦𝗧𝗨𝗗𝗬 𝗜𝗡 ˸ unsatisfied  expectations,  bambi  parallels,  decrowned  homecoming  king,  hometown  hero,  faceless  flower  monster  slayer,  flowers  gifter,  father  (derogatory),  may  not  be  who  you  expected  but  here  anyway,  vhs  slinger,  work  in  progress. 

٭ ( memes. ) ( dash games. ) ( study. ) ( opens. )

[ i have decided to forego rules. that doesn't mean i won't curate my space. non-rp blogs and those under 2wenty1 do not interact. psd color by bansheepsds. ] until posts are written to detail changes, canon timeline stops at s4. anything beyond those eps will need discussion.

[teveharrington]

the  first  sleepover.  seven  years  old  was  old  enough  to  go  stay  at  a  friend's  house  unaccompanied,  that  was  the  mantra  steve  kept  feeding  himself  the  whole  morning  he  helped  @hawklines  get  their  child  ready  for  the  big  event.  he  was  busying  himself  enough  with  a  to-do  list  to  check  off,  the  tasks  gave  him  no  time  to  nervously  sweat  or  find  a  bathroom  to  cry  in.  with  laser  focus,  he  powered  through  each  box  only  raising  his  voice  in  panic  two  or  three  times.  their  little  one  called  him  on  his  tone  every  time.  daddy's  not  yelling  because  he's  mad.  i  just  wanna  make  sure  you  and  mommy  can  hear  me.  wobbly  smile. 

"do  you  mind  helping  me  with  the  back  zipper  …?"

steve  stopped  tickling  the  kid  long  enough  to  shift  at  dottie's  request.  the  overnight  bag  was  a  clearance  item  and  had  seen  better  days.  a  piece  of  the  fabric  had  caught  in  the  teeth  of  the  zipper.  steve  promptly  wrestled  it  free  then  zipped  up  the  compartment  with  a  sound  ZIP.  throwing  his  arms  up  briefly  in  a  show  of  triumph,  he  smiled  more  confidently  at  dottie  and  planted  a  quick  kiss  to  her  lips.  ❝  there!  i  think  that's  everything.  mrs.  connelly  will  be  here  any—  ❞  a  car  horn  HONKED  outside.  steve  screamed  excitedly  along  with  their  little  tator  tot  and  picked  them  up,  upside  down,  to  carry  them  out  of  the  door.  bag  over  his  shoulder.  they  bid  their  goodbyes  and  phone  numbers  were  confirmed  in  case  of  emergency.  as  soon  as  the  whirlwind  was  started,  it  was  over.  steve  stood  on  the  porch  with  dottie,  his  arm  slung  around  her  shoulder  as  he  tried  not  to  give  into  his  impulse  to  jump  in  his  car  and  follow  after  them. 

suddenly,

steve  was  tossing  dottie  over  his  shoulder  like  a  caveman.  stepping  over  the  mess  they'd  made  getting  everything  together  this  morning  and  the  regular  mess  they  perpetually  lived  in,  steve  hauled  her  over  the  countertop  of  their  kitchen.  hands  ran  up  her  thighs  and  settled  at  her  hips  with  a  firm  grip  as  he  smiled  back  at  her,  eyes  pooling  with  mischief  and  no  small  amount  of  charm.  ❝  alone  at  last,  mrs.  harrington.  what's  it  been?  ten,  twelve  years  since  we  had  a  minute?  god,  you're  gorgeous!  we're  dreaming,  right?  this  is  a  dream.  better  enjoy  it  before  we  wake  up!  ❞  his  mouth  was  on  her  neck.  soft,  teasing  bites  peppered  her  pulse  point  as  his  palms  climbed  up  and  down  her  sides.  steve  soothed  his  nibbling  with  suckling  kisses.  between  bites  and  kisses,  he  started  to  wonder  out  loud.  ❝  is  this  your  dream  or  my  dream?  am  i  gonna  disappear  if  you  wake  up?  ❞  he  gripped  her  tighter,  arms  circled  around  her  back.  ❝  will  you?!  ❞

[teveharrington]

the  diner  hosted  moderate  business  for  a  late  lunch  rush  that  afternoon.  a  few  truckers  sat  at  the  bar  with  their  mugs  of  coffee,  and  some  of  the  mill  workers  were  shoving  their  blts  down  their  throats  before  the  whistle  beckoned  them  back  again.  their  waitress  had  led  steve  and  @malenkiyvorishka  over  to  a  back  corner  booth  giving  a  perfect  view  of  the  rest  of  the  place.  steve  gave  kenzi  the  better  seat  facing  the  various  scenes  of  life  while  steve  contented  himself  with  its  reflection  from  the  mirror  that  hung  over  the  counter.  having  ordered  a  coke,  steve  idly  sipped  from  the  thick  plastic  diner  cup  then  set  it  back  down.  he  left  his  hand  there  near  the  middle  of  the  table.  it  gave  her  ample  opportunity  to…

my  muse  absentmindedly  plays  with  your  muse’s  fingers  while  they  talk,  not  even  realizing  they’re  doing  it.

his  avid  people  watching  was  lazily  drawn  down  to  the  comfortable  activity  of  her  fingers  mingling  with  his.  steve  found  he  was  rotating  his  palm  up  to  give  her  further  access  to  any  area  of  his  hand  she  wished  to  explore.  the  stroke  of  his  graze  followed  each  movement  softly.  the  plate  of  fries  between  them  was  half-eaten,  and  in  between  his  study  of  her  charting  across  his  fingers,  steve  used  his  free  hand  to  nab  a  fry  and  pop  it  into  his  mouth  inch  by  inch,  using  mustard  instead  of  ketchup  for  a  bit  of  zest.  he  spoke  around  his  bite,  making  sure  to  keep  his  lips  closed  around  the  sight  even  though  it  was  still  rude  to  try  to  talk  while  eating.  ❝  i  don't  know  what  i'm  gonna  do  with  her.  i  mean,  she's  completely  hopeless!  she  can  talk  my  ear  off  for  hours  in  the  car,  at  work,  but  when  it  comes  to  talking  to  the  girl—❞   steve  dropped  his  voice  and  shot  a  look  around  their  space  to  not  out  robin.  ❝  she  has  a  crush  on,  it's…  a  disaster.  i  don't  know  what  to  do  anymore.  it's  like  i  have  to  teach  her  the  english  language  all  over  again.  she  just  freezes  up  and  speaks  a  broken  kinda  language.  ❞  steve  shook  his  head  with  disapproval  and  grabbed  for  another  fry. 

[teveharrington]

how  do  you  go  home  that  night  after  all  the  sirens  ceased  their  wailing  and  the  lights  turned  off?  steve  drove  anyone  home  who  didn't  have  a  ride  after  the  startcourt  mall  disaster.  he'd  need  to  take  his  car  to  the  shop  tomorrow,  but  it  was  in  good  enough  shape  to  make  his  rounds  and  head  back  to  his  parents'  house.  careful  and  quiet,  so  that  he  didn't  wake  them,  he  went  up  to  his  room  and  sat  on  the  bed.  he  must've  sat  there  the  rest  of  the  night  still  wearing  his  uniform.  the  sunlight  through  his  window  stirred  him  from  his  conscious  revelry.  images  from  the  night  before  ran  over  his  mind's  eye  like  a  projector  reel.  he  wondered  where  the  hell  that  monster  came  from?!  never  had  they  encountered  something  like  that  beast  or  even  suspected  it  could  exist.  the  russians.  the  drugs.  billy…  possessed  billy  then  billy—what  he  did.  the  monster  was  gone  now,  and  billy… 

steve  shot  up  from  his  bed  and  paced  the  room.  stripping  from  his  soiled  uniform,  he  rushed  to  the  shower.  dried  blood  and  fatigue  flowed  down  the  drain  along  with  his  tears.  steve  didn't  CRY  when  he  could  help  it.  he  couldn't  help  it.  he  couldn't  help  billy.  he  almost  lost  all  of  them  if  it  weren't  for  @dealtgod. 

the  next  few  weeks  were  a  long,  unbroken  thread.  the  only  concept  of  time  steve  knew  was  his  connection  to  the  kids  and  robin.  they  had  to  look  for  another  job,  and  steve  became  robin's  shadow  in  that  regard.  steve,  after  taking  his  car  in  for  repairs,  drove  between  the  wheeler's  and  byers'  houses.  max  was  in  his  passenger  seat  or  backseat  more  often  than  not  these  days.  his  birthday  had  come  and  gone,  and  steve  ended  up  passing  his  present  along  to  her  one  day  while  she  sat  silently  beside  him.  i  prefer  my  car  radio,  he  explained  when  he  handed  it  over.  wouldn't  get  much  use  out  of  this,  anyway.  you  can  have  it.  the  WALKMAN  was  brand  new,  but  steve  had  removed  it  from  the  box  so  that  she  wouldn't  have  to  worry  about  breaking  it  out  of  its  packaging.  he'd  set  it  up  with  some  batteries  already.  pulling  some  cassettes  from  his  glove  compartment,  he  handed  those  over,  too,  alone  with  a  ten  dollar  bill  for  her  to  by  her  own.  it  wasn't  ENOUGH  to  make  up  for  anything,  but  maybe  she  would  get  some  use  out  of  it. 

one  day,  in  the  wheeler's  basement,  will  kinda  just…  spaced  out.  his  eyes  rolled  to  white  and  steve  rushed  to  crouch  at  the  young  boy's  side.  shaking  him  by  the  shoulders,  steve  called  out  to  him.  hey,  you  okay?  what  happened?!  will  explained  he  had  a  vision—he's  had  them  before  about  the  mind  flayer—and  this  time,  he  saw  BILLY.  he  was  alive.  he  looked  like  he  was  in  a  hospital,  only  there  were  scientists  there  just  like  when  will  was  taking  sessions  at  hawkins  lab.  will's  voice  and  those  of  the  kids  around  him  faded  out  like  a  lost  frequency  on  the  walkie  talkies.  he  didn't  know  how  long  he  was  out,  but  steve  broke  through  the  chaos  of  the  kids  talking  over  each  other  to  declare:  we're  going  to  get  him  out. 

emergency  lights  were  blinking  from  white  to  RED  as  steve  made  his  way  down  the  halls  of  the  facility.  he  used  the  bottom  end  of  his  bat  to  batter  open  the  doors,  looking  inside  every  room  for  any  sign  of  billy.  armed  guards  ambushed  him  from  behind,  tackling  him  to  the  tiled  ground.  steve  knocked  his  temple  to  the  cool  surface,  but  he  didn't  stay  down.  ducking  a  booted  kick,  he  used  the  momentum  to  propell  himself  back  to  his  feet.  he  met  the  butts  of  large  guns  with  the  swing  of  his  bat.  during  the  scurmage,  the  weapons  were  lost—metal  and  wood  sliding  along  the  tiles  and  out  of  reach.  steve  took  a  few  punches  to  his  half-healed  wounds  from  the  mall.  at  first,  he  couldn't  feel  anything.  the  adrenaline  of  the  fight  protecting  him  from  the  distraction. 

then,  like  a  shift  in  a  dream,  steve  wasn't  fighting  anymore.  the  guards  were  gone  or  knocked  out  on  the  floors  of  the  hallway.  steve  was  no  longer  on  his  feet.  he  felt  hands.  an  arm  around  his  back  and  a  touch  to  his  tender  face.  steve  helped  the  person  lean  him  back  against  the  wall  so  that  they  didn't  have  to  support  his  weight.  neither  did  he.  reality  was  sinking  him  like  a  stone,  and  gravity  was  once  again  steve's  foe.  all  his  strength  was  depleted  to  make  friends  with  it  for  now. 

my  muse  wipes  away  the  blood  from  your  muse’s  face,  their  hands  trembling.

❝  here  you  are…  ❞  the  words  were  slurred.  a  bare  whisper  ripped  from  his  chest  with  the  shallow  breath  he  used  to  control  the  pain.  if  he  wasn't  breathing  so  deeply,  surely  that  meant  the  blows  didn't  hurt  that  bad  now,  right?  mind  over  matter.  ❝  i  knew  it.  i  knew  you  weren't…  ❞  talking  hurt  and  smiling  really  hurt,  but  steve  endured  his  nerves  being  set  ablaze  by  cracking  his  semi-delirious  grin.  ❝  you're  really  here?  ❞  his  eyebrows  crinkled.  the  pain  was  turning  into  a  dull  throb.  his  whole  face  felt  like  a  pulse.  calm  and  steady  as  he  stared  up  at  billy.  ❝  is  it  you?  ❞  his  mumblings  were  becoming  near  inaudible,  but  he  held  faith  billy  could  still  hear  him.  the  force  to  be  understood  punctuated  the  syllables. 

steve's  eyelids  were  falling  closed  longer  the  more  he  blinked  his  sudden  drowsiness  away.  he  didn't  realize  he  was  trying  to  pass  out,  his  body  begging  for  a  reset  from  the  previous  struggle.  it  would  be  better  that  way—to  black  out  while  his  system  recovered.  steve  fought  his  natural  defenses,  urging  his  focus  to  stay  on  this  possible  phantom  billy.  what  if  will's  vision  gave  him  too  much  hope?  was  that  a  thing?  were  there  limits  to  HOPE?  steve  kinda  figured  that  defeated  the  purpose.  were  visions  contageous?  steve  expelled  a  ragged  breath.  his  head  hurt  too  much  for  all  that  thinking.  quiet,  quiet  now,  he  told  himself.  ❝  doesn't  matter.  ❞  he  said  aloud.   ❝  not  gonna  giv'  up  on  you.  i'll  c'me  get  you.  hold  on,  okay?  m'comin'  t'get  you.  ❞  darkness  swallowed  his  vision.  billy  was  fading  from  his  sight.  isn't  this  what  it  was  like—the  place  where  el  and  will  go  to  peak  into  the  upside  down?  ❝  m'comin'  righ'  now!  ❞  he  assured  as  he  slipped  into  unconsciencousness.  with  the  last  of  his  strength,  steve  grabbed  at  billy's  shoulders.  solid.  he  was  solid  to  the  touch.  that  was  a  good  sign. 

[teveharrington]

i need coffee and some nibbles. then it's back to the sandbox to play with my memes. ( water u doing? 👀 having a monday? bummer. )

[teveharrington]

inventory  at  the  video  store  was  pretty  standard.  except  when  you  had  to  scroll  through  the  glaring  green  computer  screen  for  all  the  tapes  that  were  on  loan,  account  for  the  ones  that  were  never  returned  past  their  due  and  mark  for  the  damaged  items  that  couldn't  be  put  back  out  on  the  shelf.  other  than  that,  piece  of  cake.  steve  arranged  for  a  cluster  headache  to  follow  and  to  be  at  family  video  after  hours  for  most  of  the  night.  he  sent  robin  on  home  since  she  was  needed  by  her  mom  (only  according  to  robin's  mom,  apparently)  and  was  settled  behind  the  counter,  crossed  legged  on  the  floor  with  legal  pad  on  his  lap.  hiding  behind  the  counter  was  a  safety  measure.  not  that  he  was  worried  about  being  robbed,  but  even  with  the  closed  sign  turned  over  and  the  door  locked,  patrons  still  expected  to  be  let  in  for  a  quick  browse  around. 

i'll  stay  up  with  you.  i  don't  mind.

he  pinched  the  bridge  of  his  nose,  rubbing  the  spot  that  would  soon  be  throbbing  two  pages  in  to  his  paperwork.  as  tempted  as  he  was  to  keep  @dealtgod  ( max ) here  until  it  was  all  done,  steve  couldn't  in  good  conscience  hold  her  hostage  for  his  own  gain.  ❝  you  should  get  out  of  here  while  you  still  can.  can't  recommend  that  highly  enough.  ❞  one  day,  she  would  be  stuck  in  a  dead  end  job.  then  she  wouldn't  be  volunteering  her  precious  time  so  freely.  ❝  you're  a  kid.  go  have  fun.  enjoy  your  youth!  ❞  he'd  nearly  poked  his  eye  with  the  end  of  his  pen  as  he  rambled  and  rubbed  his  face  at  the  same  time,  so  steve  dropped  his  arm  down  to  his  lap  and  finally  looked  back  at  her.  then  his  gaze  went  over  her  head  to  the  windows  behind.  ❝  it's  nearly  dark  out.  don't  you  have  some  kind  of  curfew?  homework?  why  the  hell  would  you  want  to  be  cooped  up  with  me  in  here  for?  ❞

[teveharrington]

anything's  cool  if  it's  done  with  heart.

having  once  been  the  ceo  of  COOL,  steve  couldn't  stop  himself  from  pulling  a  face.  he  didn't  MEAN  to  be  rude  about  it,  but  the  words  were  ripped  straight  from  one  of  those  educational  videos  they  put  on  in  the  middle  of  the  semester  when  the  teachers  need  a  break  and  most  of  the  kids  zone  out.  they  miss  the  message  entirely  that  steve  isn't  cool  because  of  his  empty  house  and  his  parents  money.  he's  cool  because  he's  your  friend,  and  friends  care  about  something  more  important  than  assets  and  status.  they  care  about  the  power  of  friendship.  for  the  students  who  don't  ZONE  OUT,  they  start  launching  spit  wads  at  the  projector  screen… 

of  course,  now  that  steve  had  the  power  of  friendship,  he  understood  what  @malenkiyvorishka  meant.  cool  really  was  something  you  carried  inside  of  you,  not  what  you  could  offer  other  people.  steve  attempting  to  slide  over  the  family  video  counter  one  day  to  keep  from  walking  an  extra  three  steps  was  cool…  until  he  overshot  it  and  fell  into  the  floor  on  the  other  side.  suddenly,  those  extra  three  steps  sounded  pretty  cool.  he  was  lost  in  thought.  bringing  his  hands  down  to  his  side—grounding  himself  back  to  the  present—steve  shook  his  head.  ❝  what's  your  point?  i'm  assuming  you  have  one,  and  you're  not  practicing  your  audition  for  public  access  television,  mrs.  rogers.  ❞

[teveharrington]

saturday  nights  in  hawkins  were  the  same  as  saturday  nights  anywhere.  a  mess  of  desire  to  GET  OUT,  have  fun  and  solve  every  piece  of  the  happiness  puzzle  because  soon  it  would  be  sunday.  no  one  ever  solved  all  their  problems  on  a  sunday.  they  were  too  busy  dreading  another  toil  until  the  next  friday  rolled  in.  steve  thought  he  might  find  his  HAPPINESS  at  the  hideout  that  night.  after  a  handful  of  beers,  losing  a  game  of  pool  and  coming  back  home  to  his  apartment  alone,  he  realized  he  didn't.  sliding  his  key  into  the  door  handle  took  a  few  attempts,  but  eventually,  he  trotted  inside  and  closed  the  door  again  with  a  sigh.  it  was  long  and  light  because  of  the  alcohol  induced  buzz  he  earned.  the  BIG  RED  LIGHT  blinked  on  his  answering  machine,  beckoning  him  across  the  room—where  he  tumbled  over  the  couch  to  get  to  it.  pressing  the  playback  button  took  a  couple  of  jabs,  too.  what  was  with  his  aim  tonight?  finally,  the  tape  turned  inside  its  cassette  house  and  a  crackling  of  static  filtered  into  the  room.  not  long  after  that,  a  voice  overpowered  the  digital  noise. 

“  why  aren't  you  picking  up?  ”

steve  groaned.  HIS  EX—dottie  kline.  the  last  thing  he  wanted  to  deal  with  tonight.  sunday  was  only  a  few  hours'  sleep  away.  he  didn't  have  TIME  to  solve  that  problem.  easing  down  to  crouch  by  the  machine,  he  listened  to  her  message.  his  eyes  blinked  one  at  a  time,  and  steve  began  to  worry  he  wouldn't  be  able  to  brush  his  teeth  before  he  crashed  on  the  unmade  bed.  chin  perched  on  the  back  of  his  hand,  he  swiveled  his  head  back  and  forth,  enjoying  the  sensation  of  gravity  not  effecting  him  so  much  anymore.  he  missed  dottie.  he  should  call  @hawklines  back.  his  whole  body  shifted  off  balance  when  he  tried  moving  his  hand  before  he  removed  his  head  from  its  seated  position.  maybe  gravity  worked  all  along!  steve  caught  himself  by  gripping  either  side  of  the  end  table  which  sat  the  answering  machine.  her  voice  could  still  be  heard,  and  steve's  head  and  heart  swam  in  sync  with  yearning.  if  he  answered  her  message,  he'd  be  done  for.  he'd  make  her  promises.  he'd  do  whatever  it  took  to  make  her  happy. 

steve  stopped  the  messages,  but  the  big  red  light  kept  blinking  at  him.  gazing  back  with  a  thin  veil  of  bravery,  the  pointed  at  the  tiny  bright  menace  with  what  he  assumed  was  greater  authority.  ❝  butt  out.  it's  none  of  your  business,  pal.  ❞  the  light  kept  on  blinking  as  if  it  wasn't  intimidated  at  all  by  harrington.  this  made  him  laugh  dryly  and  step  back,  clumsily,  while  he  presented  raised  up  palms.  ❝  tough  guy,  huh?  i  get  it.  ❞  with  a  firm  snatch,  steve  unplugged  the  machine.  ❝  try  being  tough  now,  ❞  he  practically  sang  as  he  twirled  the  cord…  then  promply  struck  his  eyeball  with  the  pronged  end.  ❝  AH!  ❞  he  grabbed  his  eye. 

thinking  that  was  a  fine  puncuation  to  the  evening,  he  turned  to  head  down  the  hall  for  bed,  but  the  phone  RINGING  stopped  him  in  his  tracks.  without  the  machine  hooked  up,  it  kept  on.  sighing  more  heavily  now,  steve  inched  back  around  to  pick  up  the  receiver.  ❝  hello…  ❞ 

[teveharrington]

caught up on sleeps (too much 😅) and feeling like i wanna mess around with meme replies.

[malenkiyvorishka]

𝖒𝖆𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖐𝖎𝖞𝖛𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖍𝖐𝖆 : indie private Kenzi Malikov, stolen from canon and given a new home in Stranger Things. a study in survival, being small but strong, making your own luck, and finding family in unlikely places.

lurved by Birdie

[zachrp]

ᝰ🚬 𝚉𝙰𝙲𝙷𝚁𝙿 .ᐟ DJO - THE CRUX + DELUXE (2025) PROMPTS. CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS IF NECESSARY. SOME MATURE THEMES MAY BE PRESENT.

what an empty epitaph that is.

i might find love.

in a way, who's the cuck?

why do i care what you have to say?

no, you're not lonely when you're hanging with yourself.

the world can be so cruel.

i'm crawling out of my skin.

i know that's my future looking right back at me.

it's a picture in his wallet.

i trust my information 'cause i know my source is good.

sing yourself a song.

so see you later, live and be well.

i'm counting on love

come back home.

everyone has secrets, but not everyone can fool a man like that.

how many times?

i heard these words today, it ain't gonna feel good.

i feel for your situation, but listen to me, if you would.

what to do?

things get hard, you don't know what to do.

it's so funny.

why aren't you picking up?

you think the game isn't fair.

we had such a pretty thing.

are you gonna do what they tell you to?

you doubt me now?

you said he looked just like a girl, so you like girls.

i'm better, without you no more.

one day here, the next she's gone.

it's over.

remember to try and forget.

no, this isn't a joke.

carry on with that song.

good luck with that.

through it all i miss you, babe.

i'm sad that you would say what you said yesterday.

every day is better with you.

sorry, it was a bit of a mix up.

is it all the same that i'm not giving up?

don't you wish you could be somebody else?

go back to the start to see the reason why.

what does it say about us?

i'll follow the rules and do what i'm told.

what you do you want from me?

i'll outlast the hate to find real love that's not pretend.

well you better believe me, darling.

there she is, gap-tooth smile.

don't forget where you've come from.

does the gold spoon do it the same or was silver enough?

god, how lucky can a simple man be?

there's always that fear that i'm not enough.

we can't be friends when this is done.

there's a crux to everything.

i'm awake.

thank me now, for when the sun's down, we're gonna be warm.and

you know i wouldn't do that kind of thing to you.

something special's happening.

things were always heavy when things didn't go your way.

the fire's on, it takes a day for the water to boil.

it's not fair, it's love.

i was wrong, and eventually the clock was always gonna stop.

i was naive, unsure about it.

do you have regret boy? let it rest.

the connection is real.

haven't seen you again, i guess that's our swan song.

my future's not what i thought, i think i thought it wrong.

is it really like this?

met another man. no, he wasn't like me.

yeah, is that what you want?

that work just won't do itself.

my old apartment isn't looking too good.

just looking hot and keeping monotone and understated.

you're not quick enough

i worried, even cried.

why when you look back, do you look past the bad?

wait your turn, the gift's the time it takes.

hey, it's me. i miss you.

yeah, you can count me out.

it's taking everything right outta me.

you're primitive, ideas are naive.

i'm running through the snow again.

i got your back any day.

i still trust in love.

so what will you choose, your heart or your pride?

i'm glad that you're okay.

the past's the past.

i'll just wait another day.

life's funny, isn't it?

i took it for granted, all that you do.

you just gonna let fear take that?

tell me, what's that song?

thought i couldn't live without you.

for the rest of my life, i'll pay my dues.

maybe you show me how.

come and find me.

well, tomorrow you'll be shaking my hand.

when will spring come again?

i don't wanna live a life where that's my big exchange.

how can i convince myself? convince myself to stay?

yeah, the future's over.

you must do what's right.

life keeps swallowing, that's why i learned to cook.

when will the movement end?

i couldn't change it so don't ask me anymore.

in my dreams, i'm back on you.

my intention was to make you proud.

i do it all for you.

you won't forget me when i move away.

i'm a boat that's sinking.

i don't want your money.

i just graduated top of my class, furthest from last.

dry those eyes.

you picked me up every time.

unfortunately, we're gonna need you.

this chapter is through.

i wish i could release ya.

that can wait another day.

shouldn't loose ends come back to mend?

show your family that the heart can ache.

could you really be so self-satisfied?

is he gonna love you like i would?

i knew a girl, she brought me life.

come on, pretty baby.

buddy, i remember who you are.

big man, who are you?

i always do what's right.

you left your cards face up on the table.

how does it feel?

why's my heart pounding, beating out of my chest?

life can bring you down.

try to forget? i've tried.

let me introduce this sugar candy of mine.

yes, i know who you are.

hey, sorry to let you know last minute.

it's all an act, i'm cold 'cause i'm weak.

i've seen this movie before.

when will i release myself?

don't pin me down.

how can i repay the due?

will you give it back?

you can count on me, i'm leaning back on you.

i guess i'll take it.

i think i've heard this song.

we're sitting dead on the ground, there's nothing more to be said.

i'll try for all of my life.

yeah, you are what you eat.

that makes one of us.

guess i'll play along.

your future's right out the door.

hurt doesn't fade, it always lingers.

i'd lay my life down on the line for you, that's the truth.

would you mind calling me back?

come on, swallow that.

my future's up in the air.

now i take the train, it's good enough for me.

deep down inside, there's nothing unique.

it feels like a big waste of time.

what about him, though?

no, i don't look back in anger. do you?

now i drive a truck and it drives pretty well.

that doesn't sound like real love.

how'd it feel to take the light from my life?

i followed every winding road and the path it took me to.

let it out from inside you.

hey, it's been too long.

who's gonna love you like i could?

i got a feeling that a break is gonna happen maybe right now.

i try not to blame.

is that you?

be serious.

please tell me that things get easier.

don't drag me anymore.

i swear i've had this dinner before.

i think my teacher was a massive bully back in the day.

i just don't care like they think i do.

you understand, you help me see it through.

i'm mad that you could live and love me like you did.

let it be what it is.

maybe you can show me how.

i'm done.

i guess i'll thank you and spite your name again.

like a witch i know, i need my potion.

gotta show you a couple of things.

am i just another gel man?

i'm built different, i don't work like that.

that's my little missus, she's my number one.

no, i don't need that bad information.

i'm emancipated out on my own.

i'm in heaven.

jesus, dude, chill.

i really miss you.

i think you're scared of being basic.

you leave much to be desired.

one heart could beat for the two of us.

man, it's always sad to go.

it's like my capacity to love and give has changed.

it's not funny.

no, i won't be lonely anymore.

don't listen to him, just listen to me.

oh god, i wish i could delete ya.

you told me yourself that he didn't love you, that he didn't care.

just give it time.

what does it say about me?

i'm a sucker for looks.

whatcha taking from the rightful lender?

every single step that you take is just another one back.

i've shot this picture before.

they don't know what's right.

i often think about you.

just gotta focus

i'll just keep moving on.

the sun is out.

i used to say i didn't have a brother, i guess i can't say it anymore.

i want simple pleasures, friends who have my back.

i know you're probably on your way, but we're not gonna get to you tonight.

i'm driving up to our place.

i salute the time we had but love can't break the spell.

so goodbye until next time my dear friend.

will i ever know the story?

anything's cool if it's done with heart.

what does it mean to love somebody?

i was there to comfort you with all respect gone.

i cannot dream, this one's not for me.

i'm packing up my things again.

i wonder who is on this island with me..

i see right through your skin.

it's not over till it's done.

lonesome is a state of mind.

i don't care for fame

i can't do this anymore.

that's ironic 'cause it's reading like you're even more basic.

why do i feel so bad?

don't try and show me the way.

how did he get so confident?

i was downtown late last night.

[teveharrington]

who's gonna call steve out for just standing by while injustice is happening live right in front of his stupid face???

[teveharrington]

i survived my outing on 5 hrs of sleep ✨does the peewee herman dance✨

[byufo]

She  stiffens-  much  like  a  deer  caught  in  headlights.  Her  eyes  are  wide-  almost  unnaturally  so-  darting  to  the  young  man’s  hand  when  he  raises  it,  as  if  he’d  have  a  weapon.  Satisfied  by  the  lack  of  gun,  her  eyes  narrow,  and  she  lets  her  shoulders  ease  some  of  their  tension.

Vega  is  silent  for  a  long  stretch  of  time,  studying  Steve  like  a  hawk  faced  with  a  particularly  interesting  mouse.  She  pushes  herself  from  the  bank,  clenching  her  jaw  as  her  side  aches  from  the  bullet  wound  inflicted  in  it.  Her  hand  comes  up  naturally,  pressing  against  the  injury.  She’d  be  healing  faster  in  her  real  form,  but  she  isn’t  looking  to  scare  Steve  to  death  with  her  shape-shifting  ability.

She  lets  out  a  slow  exhale.  “…  Where  am  I?”  She  asks,  her  brows  furrowed  as  she  takes  a  step  closer  to  claim  more  space,  her  posture  rigid,  yet  still and poised-  much  like  a  large  feline.

[teveharrington]

he  followed  her  gaze  to  his  palm.  judging  by  her  hardened  expression,  she  expected  something  more  than  a  simple  greeting.  his  fingers  folded  in  on  themselves,  and  steve  slowly  lowered  his  hand  back  down  to  his  side.  HYPER  AWARE  that  he  shouldn't  grab  his  hips  or  tuck  his  hands  away  in  his  pockets  out  of  nerves,  he  attempted  to  relax  his  tense  posture. 

a  silly  response,  really.  once  he  got  out  of  his  own  head,  he  could  see  she  wasn't  actually  AFRAID  of  him.  merely  accessing  the  risks.  licking  his  dry  lips,  his  eyebrows  arched  up  at  her  question.  ❝  you're  in  roane  county.  are  you—lost?  ❞  his  eyes  caught  the  movement  of  her  grabbing  her  injured  arm  a  half-second  later,  urging  him  to  take  a  step  forward  with  it.  ❝  you're  HURT.  i  can  help.  i  have  some…  supplies  in  my  car.  i  get,  uh,  hit  a  lot.  ❞  his  goofy  smile  did  nothing  to  ease  the  tension  of  the  clear  open  air.  the  sound  of  the  river  continuing  downstream  seemed  thunderous  to  steve's  ears. 

her  eyes  were  brown  like  his  but  lighter.  they  seemed  to  take  in  more  of  the  sun.  no  less  trained  on  him  than  when  he  first  greeted  her.  who  was  the  hunter  and  who  was  the  prey?  ❝  where  are  you  wanting  to  go?  i  can  DRIVE  you.  ❞  welcoming  her  into  the  confined  space  of  his  vehicle  probably  wasn't  his  brightest  idea…

[videog4mes]

IT'S BEEN 84 YEARS ... SLOW BURN, EVERYTHING! a collection of random dialogue and action based concepts for those muses that are taking their sweet ass time or are being oblivious. some nsfw themes and strong language ahead. change verbiage and pronouns as needed. (send + reverse if desired.)

dialogue.

wait ... that's it? i've waited all this time for you and i only get a peck?

if i don't move away from you right now, i might just kiss you.

do you mind helping me with the back zipper ...?

this is never gonna happen, is it?

let's not keep wasting each other's time.

so ... are we just gonna eye-fuck all night or actually do something about this?

you have a crush on me?

do you or do you not love me? i need to know.

were you ever going to tell me?

i've been in love with you for as long as i can remember.

i never thought this would happen ... you've always been just out of my reach.

i can't wait anymore for you to open your eyes and realize i've been here all along.

why do you keep staring at my lips ...?

concepts.

hover. sender is standing so close to receiver that their lips are inches away. both are acutely aware that they keep staring at one another's lips and then eyes. does someone make a move?

at last. sender and receiver finally share their first kiss after an accidental confession of longterm feelings and it being reciprocated.

love note. sender sends receiver a letter confessing how they feel. how does receiver respond?

love in the rain. after a dramatic exchange between sender and receiver that ends with a deep kiss ruined by sudden pouring rain, receiver drags sender indoors to continue where they left off.

the zipper. sender asks receiver to help them with a zipper that's gotten stuck or is out of reach. the tension between the pair is high while receiver attempts to help.

friends don't. sender and receiver are best friends who are really comfortable around one another. sender who is in love with receiver, accidentally ends up on top of receiver during a playful moment. in that moment, it becomes obvious in the way that sender looks at receiver of what they feel for them. how does receiver respond?

[malenkiyvorishka]

There is a part of Kenzi that still doesn't believe what she saw, what she went through, was real. Portals to an alternate dimension filled with monsters, evil foreign government officials running around underground this small-town in the middle of nowhere, little kids with super powers -- it's too farfetched. All of it is stuff she'd see in the comics she reads, not in real life.

The problem with that bit of wishful thinking was that she hadn't gone through it alone. Robin had been there, had gotten her to help with the super secret Russian code that led them underground in the first place. And Steve, who she hadn't thought much of at first because stereotypes were a thing for a reason... Except, well, apparently not. Steve had turned out to be nothing like she had thought, which really stung because she liked to pride herself on being able to read people. But he wasn't some stuck up rich kid. He was brave and crazy... And beat to hell for it.

Even a few days later, the poor guy looked like someone ran him over. With a bulldozer. She couldn't imagine the pain he was in, but he was still letting her pester him. In part to keep an eye on him in case he did have a concussion, but also to not be alone. Robin's parents have gone full prison guard over her, so she could only talk to her over the phone during the day.

But Kenzi and Steve had something in common. They were alone in the aftermath. So hey, why not be alone together?

Her nose scrunches as he swirls his spoon through the sludge of cereal again. "Dude." Without warning, Kenzi swipes the bowl and dumps it into the sink, then starts digging through his cabinets to find just plain broth or something else warm that he doesn't have to chew. "Okay, maybe off isn't the right goal. But like.. " she pauses from where she is, kneeling on his fancy countertop, "maybe distraction? Cuz I, for one, am not a fan of just letting my brain fill the silence right now."

[teveharrington]

his  hands  released  their  grip  on  the  bowl  of  cereal  automatically  even  though  the  whole  action  caught  him  by  surprise.  fingers  gripping  for  SOMETHING  which  was  no  longer  in  front  of  him,  he  realized  the  pain  reliever  kicked  in  and  was  getting  the  job  done.  feeling  loopy  and  watching  her  move  around  his  kitchen  with  a  delay,  steve  momentarily  got  distracted  by  how  like  jelly  his  neck  felt.  at  least  his  brain  was  no  longer  beating  itself  against  his  skull  to  escape,  though!  he  squinted  through  already  swollen  eyelids  when  she  started  CLIMBING  on  his  counters  and  rooting  through  the  cabinets.  ❝  we  don't  have  any  poptarts.  ❞  he  said  because  that  was  the  only  thing  that  made  sense  to  him  she  could  be  looking  for. 

his  shoulders  slumped  and  his  eyes  looked  down  at  the  empty  spot  where  his  bowl  used  to  be.  there  was  a  pathetic  dreariness  to  his  posture.  he  still  held  onto  the  spoon  in  one  hand.  in  a  moment's  inspiration,  he  started  to  tap  it  against  the  table's  surface.  steve  had  very  little  rhythm.  the  tinking  sound  travelled  through  his  eardrums  and  vibrated  his  numb  brain  in  a  peculiar  sort  of  way  which  he  felt  the  need  to  share  with  robin.  she  wasn't  here.  not  for  the  first  time  since  kenzi  invaded  his  home,  steve  slid  his  gaze  back  to  her  punk  rock  form.  suspicion  lining  his  tired  face.  it  was  so  weird  seeing  her  without  robin  attached  to  her  hip. 

at  her  heel  was  the  travel  sized  television  set.  steve  gutted  his  chin  towards  it.  ❝  turn  on  the  tv  if  you  want.  mtv  will  be  on  later.  maybe  there's…  a  soap  or  something  on  now.  ❞  not  unless  he  was  sick  did  steve  know  what  the  programming  entailed  for  daytime.  steve  hadn't  been  stuck  home  sick  since  he  was  about  ten  years  old.  all  the  times  after  that,  he  was  FAKING  it  to  skip  school.  ❝  so  like,  ❞  unable  to  ignore  the  elephant  in  the  room  any  longer.  ❝  what  the  hell  are  you  doing  over  there?  ❞  his  timbre  was  so  CASUAL  he  could've  been  asking  her  about  the  weather. 

[teveharrington]

👀 africa just started playing on my playlist, how dare