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and here is the art that goes with the lovely fic. so happy i got to work with you, babes 🤍😘 (click tha art for higher res)
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But You'll Have This Place to Call Home, Always. -STRBB
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My first submission for the @strangerthingsreversebigbang event. Banner work done by the forever lovely bee.
Title: But You'll Have This Place to Call Home, Always
Word Count: 30,579
Archive Warnings: None
Rating:  Explicit
Pairing(s): Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, minor buckingham
Character(s): Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Chrissy Cunningham, The Party, Chief Hopper.
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Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Gay Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington Are Best Friends, Platonic Soulmates Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington, Mentions of a Hate Crime, Alternate Universe- Coffe Shops & Cafe's, Alternate Universe-2000's, Alternate Universe-Modern Setting.
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In the City of Hawkins lies a small cafe on the corner of 4th street that Steve Harrington owns with his best friend.
Far from the broken life he once knew, Steve has become compliant in a comfortable but lonely life. He's happy to work every day in the city he's grown to love, with nothing more than a pillow to greet him at home.
Steve should have known, though, that trouble follows him wherever he goes. And with a new face in town, Steve will have to reevaluate everything he knows, including his view on love.
**** Steve glanced at Eddie, who was now reading his cup in amusement. As he saw Steve’s curious glance, he turned the coffee around, putting Steve’s handwriting into view. Steve almost died on the spot. Right there, in Steve’s loopy handwriting, was the word ‘trouble.’ Eddie laughed, raising an eyebrow. "Guess I’ll make sure to bring trouble back around.” Steve knew at that moment he had stirred up more than sugar in Eddie’s cup.
Beta Reader: @cranberrymoons
Art link and credit: Lovely art done by Bee, aka @sunflowerharrington , both on here and ao3. Art link pending, but the art can be found in my fic below.
Fic link and credit: you can find the fic here written by me, aka @ paperlights on ao3.
I just want to say this has been a lovely adventure. Thank you to everyone involved. <3
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sunflowerharrington · 11 days
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The Major Lift
Word Count: 21,322
Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Rating: Explicit
Pairing(s): Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson; Robin Buckley/Chrissy Cunningham; Steve Harrington & Robin Buckley, Eddie Munson & Chrissy Cunningham
Character(s): Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Chrissy Cunningham, Dustin Henderson (background), Max Mayfield (background), Wayne Munson (background), Jim Hopper (background)
Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting/No Upside Down; Professional Baseball Player Steve Harrington; Coffee Shop; Bisexual Steve Harrington; Gay Eddie Munson; Bisexual Chrissy Cunningham; Lesbian Robin Buckley; Fluff and Smut; Tooth-Rotting Fluff; Romantic Fluff; Famous Steve Harrington; Platonic Soulmates Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington; Platonic Soulmates Eddie Munson & Chrissy Cunningham; Cunnilingus; Blow Jobs; Anal Fingering; Anal Sex
Beta Reader: @beachfckerblake
Artist: @sunflowerharrington
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sunflowerharrington · 18 days
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obsessed with this scene part 3
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sunflowerharrington · 18 days
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apple juice and apologies
written for the @strangerthingswritersguild daily prompt “I’m so glad I found you” (10/3/2024)
pairing: jim & el hopper (not romantically, obviously)
wc: 696 haha nice
no warnings
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El wakes up to a faint knock on her door. She sleepily rubs at her eyes and pokes her bed head up out of the sheets, looking around to make sure she isn’t dreaming. Her dad pops his head around the door.
“Hey kid, can I uh… Can I come in?”
She nods, she wants to stop herself from nodding but does it anyway. She doesn’t want to have to face what’s about to come her way in a few moments. El had one hell of a night with almost no sleep after the explosive argument, and after dad told her straight up how he felt about things with Mike, she danced around her own issues with Hopper, afraid he might yell at her even more.
She takes a deep breath, sitting up in the bed. When she looks up she notices that he’s carrying a tray in his hands and puts it on the bedside table. It has all her favorites; apple juice and eggos drizzled with chocolate sauce and topped with blueberries and some kind of powder. Sugar, maybe. Oh, it’s the one they use for baking cookies sometimes!
Her heart swells for a couple of seconds until she remembers what she’s supposed to be doing. El gathers her courage and looks up at him again. He sits down on the edge of the bed.
Hop— dad looks as devastated as El does; deep bags under his eyes, hints that he’d been crying, and the top of his forehead isn’t shining the way it usually does. He’s not wearing his work uniform today, even though he should be. Dad’s still in yesterday’s clothes.
El reaches out to hold his hand. “We need to have a talk, and no shouting this time.”
He looks at her, eyes full of hurt and regret for the things he said. “Come on, kid, just—”
“Dad,” she says. “I know our things didn’t go the way we wanted them to but we have to talk it out. Joyce tells me that’s what I should do with you. If we don't, I'm scared we will not talk ever again.”
“El…”
“It’s a hard conversation to have, dad. I know. I know you want to set these.. Is the word boundaries? …between me and Mike and you, but you could have said it without shouting at me. I know I shouted at you too and I’m sorry.”
Dad sighs. “I know you’re getting older and you're changing, and that’s what’s scaring me. That at some point you won’t need me anymore and you’ll be able to make decisions all on your own. I just don’t want you to grow up, but I know that’s not how life works…”
“I will always need you, dad,” she replies, making room in the bed for him to sit next to her. As soon as he sits down, she wraps her arms around him and cuddles into his side. Even though they had that fight last night, he’s still her dad and she’s still his daughter. “I will always thank you for taking care of me and making me feel like a person.”
She looks up at him, wiping away a tear rolling down his cheek.
“I’m so glad I found you, kid. You deserve someone who’s going to take care of you and look after you every step of the way.”
“Someone like Steve?”
Dad laughs, warming her heart. “Sure, kid.”
El smiles, snuggling closer to him, until she remembers the waffles and juice. She rests the tray on her lap and hands him the fork. “We can share?”
“Thank you, I’m starving,” he says, breaking off a piece of the waffle for himself and a piece off for El. He hands the fork back to her.
As they tuck in with big smiles, dad puts the music on from the little box on the bedside table. Static erupts from the box and dad curses under his breath, until a song comes on. He sits back down on the bed.
“Hey, kid?”
“Yes, dad?”
“I’m a better dad than Steve, right?”
El laughs. “Yes, but you can’t tell him I said that.”
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sunflowerharrington · 19 days
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I Think of Thee
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wc: 17,430
rating: teen and up
pairing: hellcheer
modern au | elements of d&d and romeo and juliet
warnings: period typical homophobia, neil hargrove, outing, mentions of billy giving various girls STDs in the past, eddie taking max’s “stalker” joke quite literally
drawn for @strangerthingsreversebigbang, team 081
ao3 link, written by @house-of-chant
i had a blast working with vic! the story is amazing and i highly recommend everyone check it out 🩵 click the art for higher res
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sunflowerharrington · 21 days
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Steddie Big Bang 2024 Schedule
Hello, wonderful artists and authors! As we approach sign-ups, we wanted to update you all regarding our event schedule: particularly, our posting window.
We've taken all of your feedback from the interest check into consideration and have altered our posting window slightly. Rather than August 15 - September 15, posting will occur from September 15 - October 15. Extensions will be offered from October 16 - October 31.
Sign-ups open on March 15th at 11:30AM PST! We're excited to see what you all create!
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sunflowerharrington · 21 days
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the very first night
rating: M
pairing: hellcheer
modern au | rockstar au
drawn for @strangerthingsreversebigbang
ao3 link, written by @sourw0lfs
it was lovely working with fox, and she’s been so patient with me throughout our time working together. thank you. mwah mwah, platonically.
and here she is! chrissy the rockstar in all her glory. click the art for higher res
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backdrop reference below the cut 🩵
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sunflowerharrington · 21 days
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eeeek it’s here!!
the very first night part one
OR: the one where Chrissy joins Corroded Coffin, a 5+1 fic wc: 1086 | rating: M | pairing: hellcheer | modern au | AO3 written for @strangerthingsreversebigbang art inspiration [link tba] by @sunflowerharrington beta'd by @just-my-latest-hyperfixation
after the first show
Chrissy is nervous. 
It’s not a foreign feeling exactly, but usually it’s accompanied with a certain sense of dread, like she’s about to fuck something up. This time it’s different. There is no dread building in her belly as she stands in the shadow. This time she’s excited. 
A grin spreads across her face as she looks at each of the faces waiting with her. They look just as excited as she feels and it centers her a little. It solidifies her choice to be here. It makes her brave, having her boys at her side. Because they are her boys now, even if they were each others’ first. 
Eddie’s shoulder bumps against hers and she looks up at him. “Ready?” he asks, grin mirroring the one she can’t seem to wipe away. 
“Ready,” she confirms, reaching up to tighten her ponytail just in time for the band to be called to the stage. “After you, boys.”
The lights on the stage are blinding, bearing down on the five of them with what feels like the heat of the sun, but Chrissy barely notices as she takes her place in front of the microphone stand. Somewhere in the distance, she hears the countdown to her cue. 
5…4…3…2…1…
Chrissy takes a deep breath and sings her heart out.
The rest of their set passes in a blur, some performative instinct Chrissy didn’t even know she had kicking in somewhere between the first and second songs. It leaves her feeling exhilarated, like she could fly if she tried. 
Leaving the stage with the rest of the band feels right. 
Laughing as they walk through backstage to pack away their things again feels right.
Chrissy decides right then and there that she’s made the right choice, even if they never make it further than this. 
An arm wraps around her shoulder, and Chrissy finds herself pressing up against Eddie’s side as they walk. He’s warm, warmer than her still even after they both spent half an hour under sweltering lights. Chrissy leans into the touch. “You were so fuckin’ good, Chris,” Eddie says and it feels like it’s both directly in her ear and reverberating through her chest with how close together they are. “Proud of you.”
She grins up at him the best she can, pride blooming somewhere deep in her chest like it never has before. She hadn’t known before that moment that she wants to make her boys proud, but goddamn does she want it now. She can’t let any of them know that, of course, lest they never let her live it down, so instead of basking in it like she desperately wants to, Chrissy just says, “Yeah, you, too.”
It doesn’t feel quite adequate, but it’s enough for now given by the way Eddie’s grinning back at her. The high of their performance is still running strong, and it feels impossible to not be giddy about it. So giddy that Chrissy doesn’t even notice they’ve started to trail behind the rest of the band, not until Eddie’s pulling the two of them to a stop, reaching up and twirling a piece of her freshly dyed hair between his fingers. 
“I really am proud of you,” he says again, more serious this time. “You were amazing out there. Couldn’t look away.”
Chrissy’s heart pounds in her chest as she looks at him, seeing something she can’t quite put her finger on in his eyes as they threaten to drown her with their intensity. The grin plastered on her face doesn’t falter. “You were great, too!” she rushes to assure him. “It was like you were meant to be on that stage tonight.”
Eddie pulls her closer, wrapping his other arm around her body and pulling her against his chest. Chrissy can hear his heart pounding from the rush as she rests her head against the fabric of his shirt. “That makes two of us then, I guess,” his voice rumbles through her. 
And then Eddie is letting go and stepping back but not too far. The heat still radiates between their bodies, but Chrissy feels like she can breathe again, unsure of when she’d even stopped. It’s a moment of clarity, amidst the adrenaline and proximity. Eddie’s staring at her again, and Chrissy licks her lips as she stares back. 
Electricity crackles.
“Are you two planning to help load up or are you just gonna make eyes at each other all night?” Gareth’s voice filters into the space, far away down the hall where he’s standing with his arms crossed.
Just like that, the moment is broken, and Chrissy feels empty in its absence, just a little. Her shoulders slouch inward as she turns, trying to get her mind working in a way that lets her form a reply. Eddie beats her to it.
“Hold you panties, Gare. We’re coming,” he shouts back down the hall, the words echoing on the walls and replacing whatever had been there before. 
“Well, hurry the fuck up then,” Gareth snips back their direction before disappearing again. 
Chrissy clears her throat once he’s gone, looking back up at Eddie but their gazes don’t catch this time. “We should…” she says softly, motioning down the hallway. “Before they get upset.”
Eddie laughs, a gentle thing, but not mocking in the way Chrissy’s used to. “They’ll pretend to be upset, but between us? I’ve never bought it.”
This time Chrissy laughs too, more fragile than Eddie’s now that she’s come back to Earth from the clouds. Everything feels too stark now, too clear and empty and cold. Chrissy longs for the return of the heat, but she doesn’t know how to say so. Not here. Not now. For a split second, she thinks Eddie might feel the same, but he doesn’t show it.
He just replaces his arm around her shoulder, bringing them back side-to-side, and leads her down the hallway. Chrissy almost expects the electricity to spark back up with the touch, but things stay cold and normal. The moment is well and truly lost. She can’t help but mourn it. 
Packing away their equipment and driving home feel like they should mean something, since it’s her first ever show with the band, but it just feels normal. Not that Chrissy minds normal. She doesn’t. She just finds herself wishing for the spark to come back, for some profound meaning in every choice she’s made up to this moment to reveal itself. 
But it’s just normal. 
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sunflowerharrington · 1 month
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try
wc: 1617
written for the stwg prompt (23/2/24): dustin
warnings: the s3 russian storyline, mention of an almost-death (sort of canon but not really, i just wanted to add some angst because it’s not a real fic written by me if there isn’t any at this point)
left open ended because i’m thinking of writing a part 2 if anyone’s interested? i probably will anyway. low-key made myself cry lol and i just want stobin back together as best friends again
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Dustin hasn’t seen Robin around much lately apart from at school, and she won’t even look at him. It’s almost like she’s a stranger now after she started hanging around the popular group in school because Vickie’s boyfriend is on the basketball team apparently. He doesn’t bother going to the games because D&D is more fun, and the only reason he’d go is for Lucas and he’s usually on the bench even after his big win back in March.
What a waste of an amazing player.
It also feels like Steve would rather talk about anything but her. He even talks about his parents more than Robin now. His parents. Something must have happened between them for everything to start falling apart. Maybe there were cracks in their friendship nobody noticed until now. But they were perfect, the textbook definition of soulmates, but now it just feels like those souls were never meant to be friends to begin with and Dustin’s the one trying to pick up the pieces and save Robin and Steve’s friendship.
She’s only spoken to him on the phone once, and hasn’t been returning any of Steve’s calls. If he even makes them. Dustin’s never thought to check because he knows Steve won’t lie to him about something as little as a few phone calls. Or, attempts at a phone call, since Robin never picks up.
In the call she never said anything about Steve, not even an acknowledgement of his existence when Dustin tried to ask about what happened between them. She shrugged it off, made a quick excuse and hung up, leaving the end of the conversation to ring in his ears. She’s a completely different person now, so short with her answers and never wants to hear anything about the group anymore. It’s all about her and Vickie since they’re the bestest friends in the entire world apparently. But no, that was Steve and Robin!
Was.
Was…
He never knew where she lived until he asked Eddie to ask Chrissy to ask Vickie, and Vickie, bless her soul, gave Chrissy the address immediately. And Chrissy gave it to Dustin. So that’s where he is now, with one hand curled into a fist, ready to knock on Robin’s door. And he does, because there’s no point in him just standing there and doing nothing about it.
She almost slams the door in his face when she sees him, but he stops the door from shutting with his foot. And even though it hurts like hell, it has to be done. He has to get to the bottom of this before it’s too late.
“If this is about your friends—”
Your friends. Your friends. Not hers. His friends. It’s like she doesn’t even want to try to save anything.
“It’s not. It’s about you,” he says, trying to keep his tone as neutral as possible. He loves Robin, he does, but sometimes when she acts like this he wants to take Steve’s nail bat and take a swing at her with it. And it’s not about her, but if he says that he knows she’ll send him on his way and never speak to him again.
But one way or another he has to get them to talk. Why waste this opportunity when a friendship that was once so perfect can potentially be fixed?
“What about me?” She asks, and he can’t help but let the shock show on his face when she lets him in. Not just into her home, but she’s relaxed a little, which is the most surprising part. But not for long. “Make it quick, everyone’s gonna be here in ten minutes.”
As if “everyone” will show up on time. This is almost worse than her slamming the door in his face. She used to always have time for him, and for everyone, for that matter. And seeing the couch that looks almost untouched in the living room makes him question something. She said on the phone she has everyone over all the time and they hang out in the living room, but there’s almost nothing in there. The place looks empty. Almost as empty as the Byers’ old house and they don’t even live there anymore.
Is she lying to him?
“Okay, fine,” he snaps, and he can no longer hide his frustration. “What the hell happened to you? What’s wrong with you?”
“Excuse me?” She raises her eyebrows as she sits down next to him on the couch, still keeping her distance. There’s a wall between them. An invisible one at that, but it’s still there.
“Did your new ‘friends’…” he begins with air quotes. Maybe it’s a little bit dramatic but he couldn’t care less right now. “…make you hate all of us? You can’t have forgotten about us that easily, Robin. I mean, seriously, what the hell did they do to you?”
“Get out.”
“No, I’m not leaving. I need to know now. Why do you hate us?”
“I don’t hate any of you,” she says, but the sour look on her face says otherwise. However, she has a glass of apple juice on the side. Her ‘talking juice,’ Dustin calls it. Whenever she used to have it she’d never shut up. “I just can’t keep risking my life over and over and other new scarier things get thrown at me left and right and I just have no idea whether I’ll wake up after I fall asleep at night. I couldn’t do it anymore!”
Bingo. Apple juice strikes again.
“As soon as I became friends with you and… other people, I was thrown in the deep end and almost killed by Russians. Russians, Dustin! And I know you guys saved me but that was the scariest thing that’s ever happened to me and I didn’t know it could get worse. I almost had a person die in my arms for fuck sake!”
A person. She can’t even say Steve’s name anymore.
“But he didn’t die because you saved him. You did! Because you love him!” He raises his voice to match hers. “You told me nothing in this world could ever make you stop being friends with Steve, you promised me you’d be friends forever and you even made a blood pact! So what changed?”
Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.
“I…” She trails off, taking another sip of her juice. “Fine.”
He doesn’t say anything back to that. How can he? It’s not a question, not even a rhetorical one, so he sits in silence, waiting for her to continue. Even though he’s eyeing that pillow on the armchair and wants to suffocate her with it, he stops himself. Violence is not the answer to get people talking.
He learned that from the Russians.
“He loves Nancy.”
Wait so… She’s jealous? Is that really all this is? She’s jealous because Steve loves someone that isn’t her? Is it because he loves Nancy more than he loves Robin? And even after whatever happened between them, at least Steve still tried to keep in contact with Robin, so he does love her but not the way she wants him to. Maybe.
“And before you say anything, I’m not in love with Steve. Boys are gross.” Oh wow, she said his name. Well done. Dustin stops himself from rolling his eyes. He’s just about ready to leave, he wants to, but he’d rather fix this or at least find the reason why they fell out than just leave it.
“It’s my fault, sort of,” she continues. “I pushed him to get back with her or at least try. I wanted him to find someone, but then I found out about Nancy cheating on him a few years ago with Jonathan and then I realized she might cheat on Steve with someone else again and I got mad at him for listening to me. Did they get back together?”
“No,” Dustin says, looking at anything but her. “They almost did, but Steve said he couldn’t do that to Jonathan.”
“Oh… That’s… That’s good, I guess.”
“Yeah.” How did this get so awkward so fast. Think of something to say! For two people who can never ever stop talking, this is even worse than awkward. “I know you might say no, but…”
“Never start a sentence with that. It’ll make me want to say ‘no’ even more.”
“Shut up,” he says, his voice breaking into a chuckle, until he realizes they’re not friends anymore and mutters a quick apology. But what surprises him is Robin bursting out into laughter next to him.
“Okay, what is it?”
“Talk to him. Please. I’m not asking, I’m begging.”
“Can I tell you something?” Her head drops to her hands, before she curls her arms around her knees and brings them up to her chest, making herself small. After a small ‘yes’ from Dustin, she takes a deep breath. “Nobody’s coming over today. I only said that because I didn’t want to talk about Steve.”
“You know friends shouldn’t lie, right?”
“You know that’s a bunch of bullshit, right?” She says, almost mirroring him. “I lied to Steve all the time about little things.”
“Ha!” Dustin replies, smiling at a bewildered Robin. “You called Steve your friend!”
“I—”
“That means you have to talk to him now! I won’t accept ‘no’ for an answer.”
Robin sits in silence for a moment. “Fine. But only if you buy me more coffee. I’m running out.”
Why the hell would Robin need coffee? She’s a ball of energy as-is. He shrugs his shoulders. No point in saying no. The least they can do is try, after all.
“Done. I’ll get you two boxes.”
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sunflowerharrington · 3 months
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"I wish everyone had gotten to know him. Really know him. Because they would've loved him" - Dustin Henderson
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sunflowerharrington · 3 months
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Welcome to the Guild
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We host community write (specific times for sprints), movie nights, game nights, daily prompts, and a lot of great things coming up in the future!
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sunflowerharrington · 3 months
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Welcome Steddie shippers to the Steddie Summer Exchange! 
This will be a fic for fic exchange during the month of June. 
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sunflowerharrington · 3 months
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i’m way too good at goodbyes
written for ‘hole’ | wc: 404 | rated E | @steddiemicrofic
warning: major character death
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Robin flops on his bed, asking him to play Call Me by Blondie; something she’s done quite a lot over the last week. Steve doesn’t mind, he likes Blondie too.
He lays down beside her, something he does every day, he thinks. There’s no sense of time anymore. Ever since the earth briefly stopped spinning on its axis when Eddie died, time hasn’t been the same.
Denial set in strong in his first moments without Eddie and Max. Max is still in hospital so she can’t actually be dead. She kept him grounded, Eddie was his rock. But now that rock rolls amongst a sea of weathered pebbles, sailing away into the afterlife.
Every time he picks up their pieces, they slip through his fingers. He can’t keep a hold of them, but he has to let them go no matter how hard he tries to keep them close.
It’s only when he’s shaking in Robin’s arms that he stops crying.
Birdsong, rainfall and Debbie Harry’s singing lull him to sleep; the first time he’s slept in who knows how long. But not before he lets Robin know she’s the most important person in his life and he loves her.
He dreams of love, laughter and Eddie and Max bickering... Although even in his dreams he knows that can’t be reality anymore.
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He wakes with a sinking feeling inside; one he’s grown to resent, and yet… he’s used to it. Used to waking up and finding out that Vecna has taken another friend’s soul away. He’s used to finding another piece of himself missing.
He’s almost grown numb to the feeling, but it still hits him like a truck. Not a slap, but a full on wipe-out. He looks to find Robin sound asleep, but something’s not right.
“Robin?” His hands tremble as he shakes her by the shoulders; something he’d usually get shouted at for, but she doesn’t respond. “Robin, wake up.”
It’s only now the headphones stand out, connected to the walkman resting on the floor beside her. Steve whimpers as he picks it up, and tears flood his vision.
As she takes her last breath, the hole in Steve’s chest where his heart once beat expands until he’s nothing but the shell of the man he used to be. He has nothing; his kid is gone, his soulmate is gone. That adorable weirdo he fell for is gone.
Steve’s gone.
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sunflowerharrington · 3 months
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sunflowerharrington · 4 months
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i know there's great potential for steve angst being like 'i have a crush on eddie but he keeps pushing me towards nancy' and indeed i have loved fics like that. but also i think it's hilarious when like. you saw steve in that scene. his ass was not listening to a word coming out of eddie's pretty, pretty mouth.
eddie confessing his feelings and apologising for trying to push steve towards nancy and steve being like 'what when did you do that??' and eddie's like... in the upside down remember? and steve's like oh. i was. uh. distracted.
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sunflowerharrington · 4 months
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writing prompt: “where did you find it?” (from discord) (but i changed it slightly to “where did you find that?”)
(not read back over or anything so if you see any mistakes or out of character moments… no you didn’t)
Robin’s always been a bit of a magpie. Anything shiny catches her attention. But not just shiny things… Velvet too. And the little box she just noticed on Steve’s nightstand can prove that.
She picks it up, quietly examining it, letting the soft texture brush against her fingertips, before the door swings open. She jumps, and the box flies out of her hands, hitting Steve point blank in the forehead.
“Robin,” he says, panic written all over his face and laced within his words. “Where did you find that? Did I leave it out?”
“What is it? Planning on proposing to the love of your life, your little snookums, Miss Nancy?”
“What? No!” He says, accidentally raising his voice to a yell, quickly shoving it in his top drawer. “It was for you.”
“Steve, you know I’m—”
“I know, I know, but… You know the way Claudia and Wayne made a pact that they said if they weren’t married by forty they’d marry each other? Well, I bought that ring and was going to keep it safe just in case we both aren’t married by then too.”
Her heart jumps, leaping into her mouth. He’s… “You’re being serious?” She says, and the corners of her lips curl up into a smile. “You softie! You wanna marry me if we don’t find anyone?”
“Of course,” his own smile reaches his eyes and lips, matching hers. “I love you more than anything in this world, and since we’re platonic soulmates or whatever Eddie calls it… I just thought it would be a good idea… or something.”
“It’s not a good idea,” she says, and his eyes widen. Oh shit. Didn’t word that the right way.
“What? Oh, sorry. Sorry. I just… Let’s just forget about it, yeah?”
“You didn’t let me finish, Dingus!” She laughs, folding her arms around his waist and tugging him down so she can kiss his forehead. “That’s one of the best, most amazing ideas you’ve ever come up with.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, really. And I love you too.”
“So if we’re not married by… Let’s say… Forty, same as Wayne and Claudia, we marry each other?”
“Yes! Yes!” She squeals, spinning him around with her, making him laugh. “But I’m not wearing a dress! Well both go in suits?”
“Absolutely. Dustin as the ring bearer?”
“Max as the maid of honour?”
“No,” he whines. “She’ll just make fun of me!”
“That’s the whole point,” she laughs, and he pouts. “And one hundred percent no kisses at the altar.”
“One hundred percent,” he repeats. “But what if someone objects?”
“Let’s just say I’ll invite our old friend The Demogorgon to the wedding and let him loose.”
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