My second submission for the @strangerthingsreversebigbang event, and is finally complete!!! Art and banner made by my lovely friend @slavicviking @llamalpaca <3

Title: A Marty's Lullaby

Word Count: 26,028

Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Rating: Mature

Pairing(s): Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington (platonic), Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

Character(s): Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Barb Holland, Henry Creel, Joyce Byers, Dustin Henderson, Steve Harrington's Mother, Chief Hopper

Tags: Alternate Universe - Hunger Games Setting, Hurt/Comfort, Platonic Soulmates Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington, Hunger Games, Hunger Games-Typical Death/Violence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Eventual Series Happy Ending, Angst, Protective Steve Harrington, Hurt Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington Has Bad Parents, Steve Harrington-centric, Mental Health Issues, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Eddie Munson is a Little Shit, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington Are Best Friends, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Stranger Things Reverse Big Bang 2023-2024

Summary:

Steve Harrington will do anything in this world for Robin Buckley, and apparently, that includes dying for her.

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Welcome to the 66th Annual Hunger Games, and may the odds be ever in your favor.

Beta Reader: @cranberrymoons

The amazing art can be found and given some love on this post by @llamalpaca (and can be found in my fic.)

the fic is linked here

thank you to everyone involved, and to the journey ahead of us. I hope you all enjoy.

A Martyr's Lullaby

Steve Harrington will do anything in this world for Robin Buckley, and apparently, that includes dying for her.

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Welcome to the 66th Annual Hunger Games, and may the odds be ever in your favor.

My second contribution to the @strangerthingsreversebigbang that I had the lovely pleasure of working on with @slavicviking aka @llamalpaca (which is the art page).

This work was made with love, sweat and tears. I hope you enjoy.

you can find the fic here

my final piece for @strangerthingsreversebigbang for @imfinereallyy's amazing Hunger Games AU: A Martyr's Lullaby

@steddiemicrofic April prompt: fool| wc: 454| T| cw: none | tags: post-canon, hurt/comfort

The year 1991 was not Eddie’s year at all, a fact only further proven true by the New Year’s Eve celebration at the Buckley-Harrington’s. It’s a cozy apartment, all things considered, in downtown Chicago, in a neighborhood that would make Mama Harrington probably clutch her pearls at. Steve and Robin love it, though, which, by proxy, means Eddie loves it, too.

Not now, however. Not as he has to watch Harrington with a boy of his, standing so close that the walls around Eddie seem to cave in on him. The secret smiles, the hands on the elbow, the hip – it’s too much.

When Eddie slinks off onto the balcony, it’s when everyone is too drunk too notice.

“Eddie, hey.”

Well. Almost everyone.

“Steve. What brings you here?”

Harrington looks at him funny. Tilts his head to the side like a fucking Golden Retriever. “I live here, Munson, last time I checked.”

Eddie snorts and fishes out a pack of smokes, offering one to Steve. He declines, of course, because the wrath of Robin Buckley is not something Harrington is willing to evoke even after all these years.

“Are you okay?” Steve asks after a moment. His nose wrinkles at the smell. Or maybe at his choice of words.

“The party’s great, don’t you worry your pretty head.”

“Not what I asked,” Steve frowns, or so Eddie assumes since he’s not willing to check. One look at Steve and Eddie will surely crumble. There’s something about New Year’s Eve that makes people wonder.

“Remember,” Eddie starts but cuts himself off to take a long drag off his cigarette.

A pause. Rewind. Try again.

“Remember when you told me that if a guy swept you off your feet,” Eddie munches on his bottom lip. “You’d consider it.”

“Eddie-“

“And I was a fool that thought that maybe I could be that guy.”

Eddie remembers. It would be impossible not to when it’s been burned into his mind ever since.

I’m sorry, Steve will say. I don’t feel about you that way. And Eddie will have to grit his teeth through it and nod and smile. Hope they can still be friends at the end of the day.

“I didn’t know that was an option,” says a quiet voice to his left.

“What?”

This time Eddie does turn his head and Steve’s there, eyes on the ground. Eddie balks. “But you-“

“You said ‘good luck’,” Steve snaps his head back up. “And shut down on me. How was I supposed to know that you-“

“How could I not?” Eddie throws back. “You’re easy to love.”

Steve pauses. “Love?”

“Yeah,” Eddie slumps against the wall. “Love.”

Warm fingers intertwine with his. “Let me love you, too.”

The Last Strange Thing

(52,724 words)

Art credit: @llamalpaca || Link to art piece here

Fic credit: @skepsiss / Skepsis_Ree

Beta Reader: @knormalizeknitting

Large text below the cut. The final chapter is up now!

Summary: Welcome to the apocalypse. The demo-infection has taken hold of the world, and humans are a rare thing these days. Still, people hang on to civilization in pockets across North America and beyond. Hawkins is one such place.  Steve Harrington is a scout who runs missions for Hawkins, and on one of those missions, he becomes separated from his scouting partner, Robin. He has to find his way across Indianapolis in an infected world, meeting one very important individual on the way, Eddie. The two of them must trust one another in order to journey across Indiana, while perhaps finding something softer to nurture with one another along the way.

The journey is full of romance, death, action, and suspense. A true slow-burn with over 52k words in total. This is a "The Last of Us" alternate universe. Enjoy this Steddie, and Platonic Stobin piece I've been pouring my heart into for ages. Make sure you check out the art, too!

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Relationships: Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington & Robin Buckley

Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler, Joyce Byers, Jim "Hop" Hopper, Eddie Munson's Dad

Additional Tags: action, romance, hurt/comfort, alternate universe, The Last of Us AU, canon divergence, apocalypse, apocalypse au, body horror, gore, blood, animal and human death, excessive force (weapons), level of violence and graphic nature of imagery that aligns with Stranger Things, dead dove don’t read, dead dove don’t eat, smut, nsfw, frotting, handjob, happy ending, zombies, zombie apocalypse, steddie, stobin, platonic stobin, Steve and Robin are best friends, Steve and Robin are platonic soulmates, slow burn, emotional hurt/comfort, angst, miscommunication, misunderstanding, Steve Harrington loves Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson loves Steve Harrington, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Bisexual Eddie Munson, betrayal

Art credit: @llamalpaca || Link to art piece here

Fic credit: @skepsiss

Beta Reader: @knormalizeknitting

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Relationships: Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington & Robin Buckley

Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler, Joyce Byers, Jim "Hop" Hopper, Eddie Munson's Dad

Additional Tags: action, romance, hurt/comfort, alternate universe, The Last of Us AU, canon divergence, apocalypse, apocalypse au, body horror, gore, blood, animal and human death, excessive force (weapons), level of violence and graphic nature of imagery that aligns with Stranger Things, dead dove don’t read, dead dove don’t eat, smut, nsfw, frotting, handjob, happy ending, zombies, zombie apocalypse, steddie, stobin, platonic stobin, Steve and Robin are best friends, Steve and Robin are platonic soulmates, slow burn, emotional hurt/comfort, angst, miscommunication, misunderstanding, Steve Harrington loves Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson loves Steve Harrington, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Bisexual Eddie Munson, betrayal, suggested parallels to child soldiers, nihilistic depictions of society similar to The Last of Us, including fighting and killing, parallels to animal abuse/animal deaths, more specific and trigger worthy tags at the end of every chapter to avoid spoilers

Art side of Tumblr please illustrate this little guy getting into situations

Fires broke out across Hawkins as Steve stared on in horror. They had made it to the ridge, and he could see emergency pyres starting to light along the wall. All you could hear were screams and the twang of weapons as muffled orders were shouted down the line. “They’re not going to get there in time…” Robin said in horror, standing beside Steve as they both looked at their home. She was right. Protocol indicated that all personnel would be at the gate where the Red Saints were, and only a small crew would be at the other entrances. The whole point of a wall was to ring the alarm, not to take on a swarm of infected who came out of nowhere. None of them had ever seen demo-bats either, they’d never had enemies that could just fly over the wall—Hawkins was totally unprepared. “We have to get in there…” Steve said, in a daze, as his feet started moving toward the town. “We need a plan, Steve!” Nancy yelled, following after him anyway. Steve wasn’t thinking about a plan. All he was thinking about were all those people locked inside the walls with nothing to protect themselves with. The kids, Robin’s mom, Nancy’s family, Hopper, Joyce, Dustin—you weren’t allowed weapons inside the walls.

my piece for @strangerthingsreversebigbang's The Last Strange Thing, a story by the wonderful @skepsiss

Chapter 15 is up now!

🎵 Turn around, Look at what you see~~~ 

Not The troop we deserve, But the troop we need.  👌💜✨

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#happy boop day to those who celebrate

My art piece for the @strangerthingsreversebigbang for @steddieasitgoes's story Duck, Dodge, Don't Fall in Love. Go read it now, it's sooo good

Chapter 1, chapter 2, and chapter 3 are up now! (7,638 words)

Read it here on AO3: The Last Strange Thing

Rate: Explicit (violence, gore, and s*x)

Read tags under the cut for warnings, and details.

Welcome to the apocalypse. The demo-infection has taken hold of the world, and humans are a rare thing these days. Still, people hang on to civilization in pockets across North America and beyond. Hawkins is one such place.  Steve Harrington is a scout who runs missions for Hawkins, and on one of those missions, he becomes separated from his scouting partner, Robin. He has to find his way across Indianapolis in an infected world, meeting one very important individual on the way, Eddie. The two of them must trust one another in order to journey across Indiana, while perhaps finding something softer to nurture with one another along the way.

The journey is full of romance, death, action, and suspense. This is a "The Last of Us" alternate universe. This work is 100% completed, and I will be posting each chapter between now and April 7. Prepare yourself for approximately 52k of action, horror, romance, supernatural happenings, and love.

@llamalpaca will be posting some VERY COOL accompanying art that inspired this WHOLE PIECE! So be sure to give them a follow and check out that art piece when it drops in April.

Big thank you to @knormalizeknitting for being my beta reader!

Link to the Monster Reference Guide, here.

Censoring the word s*x so tumblr doesn't get mad at me. Please don't tag with NSFW or other such tags. The post itself is not inappropriate, but I want people who are going to read the fic to be aware of what is there.

Additional Tags: action, romance, hurt/comfort, alternate universe, The Last of Us AU, canon divergence, apocalypse, apocalypse au, body horror, gore, blood, animal and human death, excessive force (weapons), level of violence and graphic nature of imagery that aligns with Stranger Things, dead dove don’t read, dead dove don’t eat, smut, nsfw, frotting, handjob, happy ending, zombies, zombie apocalypse, steddie, stobin, platonic stobin, Steve and Robin are best friends, Steve and Robin are platonic soulmates, slow burn, emotional hurt/comfort, angst, miscommunication, misunderstanding, Steve Harrington loves Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson loves Steve Harrington, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Bisexual Eddie Munson, betrayal.

a steddie fanfic written for the @strangerthingsreversebigbang by @steddieasitgoes with art by @llamalpaca and beta read by @sidekickjoey

Chapter One

Steve scoops up another stray ball and adjusts his stance to hurl the thing across the court when a loud thunk rips through the cacophony of noise. It’s quiet enough to hear a pin drop for all of three seconds before everyone breaks into laughter — tears practically streaming down their faces as they point at an injured Eddie Munson starfished on the gym floor with a dodgeball imprint on the side of his face.  The Steve from last year probably would have been like them — nice enough not to join in on the teasing, but not man enough to stop it either. But Steve’s not that guy anymore, at least he’s actively trying not to be. Breaking out into a light jog, Steve bobs and weaves his way through the crowd that’s gathered and makes it over to Eddie. Up close, he can see that he’s more beat up than he previously thought — both from this incident and ones in the past. There’s a yellow band-aid on his forearm and a bruise on the underside of his thigh. It’s the left side of his face that’s the most concerning though. It’s red and raw, an imprint of the dodgeball’s texture decorating his cheek, and there’s a small gash somewhere under his bangs judging by the trickle of blood dripping down.  Steve’s about to physically hoist him into a sitting position when Eddie finally starts to stir.  “Hey man,” Steve says, lowering himself to the floor. He situates himself in the same position as Eddie, knees practically to his chest as his legs bracket Eddie between him. “That was a nasty hit. Are you okay?”  “Fine, I am.” Eddie immediately cringes. He shakes his head against his better judgment, a sharp pain radiating through his skull, before pushing himself to try again. “I mean, I fine am. No wait… I—“ 

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in the memory of, part II

from the start inspo post

There’s an itch they can’t quite scratch. A memory that doesn’t have a shape. A name with no face. or, Steve Harrington disappears in 1990. The catch? No one remembers him ever existing.

He ends up in front of his bathroom mirror, clock ticking away and nearing one and Dustin’s feat spread over the heated floor tiles. Years of bullying have left its grubby footprints all over his confidence and now, years later, he still doesn’t feel like enough, never has. His hand ruffles the curls that fall onto his forehead, moves the hair back, to the side, up and down. There’s an almost empty Farah Fawcett spray can hidden in the closet under the sink and he grabs on it like a lifeline only to find his mind blank. It’s been so long since he’s used it, he doesn’t even remember where to begin. 

Suzie liked his hair like that, didn’t she?

That’s how it started, and how it ended, too. The details are all over the place but he’s pretty sure. It hurts to think about it, about her. His heart grows three sizes bigger and it’s not something his chest can contain, and it stings, and burns. There’s a headache building up the more he tries not to think about it. 

The spray can lands back under the sink. It’s better not to dwell on the past. 

Cold blue light pushes into the bedroom through the thin curtains. It coats the walls and the furniture in an eerie glow that promises a restless night. Still, before throwing himself under covers, Dustin lights up the lamp at his bedside. He doesn’t get to fall asleep for a long time. 

It’s one of those nights.

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in the memory of, part 1

There’s an itch they can’t quite scratch. A memory that doesn’t have a shape. A name with no face. or, Steve Harrington disappears in 1990. The catch? No one remembers him ever existing.

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There’s a Sport magazine shoved into her mailbox. Again. No matter how many calls she’s made, they keep sending in the copies every month, like clockwork. She rolls her eyes as she folds it up and shoves it into her bag. At least maybe Lucas can read it, not like anyone else in the Party would be interested.

“Home, sweet home,” she says after two agonizing flights of stair, body instinctively falling comfortably onto the couch. A sigh fleets from her. It’s quiet. Not quite enough to be lonely but close. She ought to get a cat.

The flat isn’t big. Two bedrooms, one bathroom, one kitchen and a living room. Plenty of room to live in, enough to have a space of her own. Her first kind of space like that, so diametrically different than sharing a room with her older sister. She doesn’t miss that one bit.

While Robin reheats some of the food from yesterday, she stays leaned over the counter, her eyes on the doors to the bedroom opposite hers. It sits empty. Or, rather, deserted. Inside there is furniture, dusty and time-worn, that’s been part of this apartment as long as she remembers. Tiny flecks of scrubbed paint mark spots where photos must’ve hung. On the wall next to the bed there’s a mark, a myriad of poked in holes in a crater of destroyed paintwork, as though a victim to a particularly rash club attack. Under, lay specks of rusty broken nails that she can’t bring herself to gather up and throw out.

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