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estrellami-1 · 8 months

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If I Should Stay

So… I just realized I never explained the title? It’s from Eddie’s favorite song, “I Will Always Love You”. If y’all got that, kudos! If not, congrats, you’re just like me! 😂

Part 1 | . . . | Part 21 | Part 22 | Part 23

They leave the bathroom together, Eddie bowing dramatically as he lets Steve exit first, pulling a chuckle from Steve.

His eyes find Robin as soon as they walk into the living room. He asks a silent question with his eyes—Does she know?—and gets a silent answer: No. He sighs and turns to his sister, who is already looking at him. “Can we talk?” He asks, but she’s already standing and walking towards him.

She ruffles his hair with a familiar hand, poking his arm with her other hand as she grins at him. “Sure thing, bud. Lead the way.”

Steve pauses to sigh at Robin. “Can you brainstorm? Try to figure out how?”

Robin nods seriously. “I’ll fill them in.”

Steve nods and lets himself be led away.

As soon as they’re away from the rest, tucked away in a little side room, Alli hits him with a serious look. “What’s going on, bud? I know what you look like when you cry.” She tugs a piece of his hair and gives him a sad sort of smile.

He tries to smile, but it crumples immediately. “Sorry,” he whispers, trying not to cry.

He fails at that, too, when Alli tuts and pulls him into a hug. “It’s alright, bubba,” she murmurs. She’s taller than him, and it brings him right back to being five years old, scraping his knee outside and running to her because he knew she’d console him.

A sob tears out of his throat, and he hides his face in her neck, waiting for the tears to abate again.

Eventually they do, and he pulls back to wipe at his face, smiling at Alli when she hands him a tissue. “Sorry,” he murmurs again.

She just rolls her eyes and pokes his arm again. “Quit apologizing,” she says. “Now, what’s going on? How do I help?”

He stares at her for a moment. “I love you.”

She softens. “I love you too, bubba, but I can’t help if I don’t know what’s happening.”

“Yeah.” He takes a breath, rakes a hand through his hair. “So this is gonna sound really crazy, but I’m from four years in the future. Or I think I am. Now I’m not sure, because you’re here.”

She frowns. “Do I move, or something?”

“No. Alli…” he sighs again, scrubs a hand down his face. “You-” he swallows down tears. “You died when I was six, on a girls’ trip to Indy.”

She frowns. “That doesn’t make much sense.”

“I know.” Another sigh. He’s been doing that a lot lately, he absently thinks. “That’s why I asked Robin to figure it out.”

Alli nodded. “Your girlfriend, right? Or- no, that’s Nancy—oh, the future—”

“No,” he interrupts. Can’t help the smile. “Nancy and I… something happens, in the future, in the past, and, uh. I broke up with her?”

Alli blinks. Her expression is begging for clarification, so he sighs. “In a week she calls me—and my love for her—bullshit at a party. I don’t know how much longer it is after that, but she and Jonathan Byers hook up while we’re still technically dating.”

Alli’s eyes narrow, turn calculating. “And to think I-”

“Alli,” he pleads. “It’s okay. She didn’t do anything yet, it’s all in the future, remember? But I had four years to think on it and I realized we were never really it for each other, it was just comfortable, you know?”

Alli nods. “So… is Robin it for you?”

Steve chuckles. “In a different way, yeah. She’s my best friend in the entire world. Knows more about me than anyone else. And I’d do anything for her, and I know she’d do anything for me, but… we’re not together. And we’re never gonna get together, either. Neither of us want that.”

She nods. “But you’ve found the person who’s it for you?”

Steve bites his lip. “Maybe.”

A familiar gleam appears in her eye: the one she used to get when she’d sneak him a cookie too close to dinner time. “Oh?”

Steve worries at his lip. “Promise not to hate me?”

“I could never,” she says immediately.

“Alli,” he murmurs. Hates how his voice is shaking. “I need you to promise me, please.”

She stoops to look him in the eye. “I promise,” she says seriously. “I could never hate you, Steve.”

He takes a breath, nods. “Out there right now. Um.” Another breath. “His name is Eddie.”

She grins at him. “I met him. Damn, bubba, you have a type, huh?”

Steve blushes scarlet. “Shut up,” he mumbles, but leans toward her when she tugs him into a hug, hums when her lips press to the top of his head.

“Hey.”

He lifts his head. “Yeah?”

“You know my friend Cassidy?”

Steve narrows his eyes in thought, then nods. “Yeah, you’ve known her forever.”

“Yeah.” She bites her lip on her smile, nods.

“Oh,” he whispers, then begins to laugh. “What are the odds?”

“What are the odds indeed,” she laughs.

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indecisivecosplayer · 1 month

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Ofmd fandom, hear me out:

1. Izzy Hands was aroace.

2. Ed and Izzy were in a queer platonic relationship, but they could never label it. So when Ed met Stede, Izzy began to think that it was all in his head, like the love and loyalty he had for their partnership was one sided and he could never give what Ed truly wanted.

*Holds out hands expectantly waiting for fic recs*

#ofmd #ofmd 2 #our flag means death s2 #gay pirates #edward x stede #ofmd izzy #izzy hands #asexual #aromantic #aroace #qpr #queer platonic relationship #fic rec #fanfiction

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ze-writing-qprs · 2 months

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Angel Dust x Husk

Headcanon List [QPR 🩷]

Queer-Platonic Relationship (Can be read as romantic for most of it)

TW: May contain slight cursing

They are adorable your honor

They definitely get mad at each other a lot, but apologize almost right after

Angel tones down the crude jokes after they get together (only uses them when he wants to piss off Husk)

Angel is the instigator in the relationship, he makes it his official job (good and bad)

Both get comfort from each other after a long day

Angel likes to loop his arms (2-6 arms) around Husk from behind and nestle his chin on top of Husk’s head

Husk will either lean back in contentment or get a soft look on his face, will never pull away unless Angel is doing it to provoke him (ex: making dirty jokes when Husk is NOT in the mood)

Husk will hold or place his hand on top of Angel’s

Sometimes he will move a wing around Angel in a protective manner

They like to shoot guns together

Husk teaches Angel how to throw knives (and maybe even shows him how to use his throwing cards)

Epic fighting duo

Literally in perfect sync somehow

They very rarely plan hangouts/dates, it is always spontaneous or spur of the moment

Ideal date would be karaoke

Sometimes the singing turns into a whole performance (dance and all, they get really into it)

Late night walks in the city is a must have

It’s where most of the deep conversations and emotional moments are had

Very rarely does Husk make dirty jokes (Always has that stupid grin on his face when he does)

When his does this Angel pauses in shock (or spits out his drink to cackle like a madman)

If they decide they would like kissing to be a part of their relationship, Angel most definitely likes to hold onto Husks suspenders or uses them to pull him into a kiss

Husk likes to hold Angel’s face for sure (even when just cuddling)

I feel like they would be the type to kiss softly, probably not super big on making out (Husk just doesn't seem the type and Angel probably enjoys the change of pace from his job, it makes him feel loved)

When sitting next to each other they definitely make sure to be touching (usually with their legs ex: hooking their ankles together, Angel placing his legs on Husk’s lap, etc etc)

Even though Angel is you know, Angel, they are both not fans of PDA when it isn’t a joke

I think this is especially important to Angel that he gets to have something like this be private and just for him

Husk likes it because it helps them both feel safe and lets them fully enjoy each other’s presence

Oh and Husk purrs while cuddling for sure (it was embarrassing for him at first)

Angel likes to sit on the bar table when Husk is working and just look at him

Husk thinks this is adorable

Anyways

They better be canon next season.

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echoedthenerd · 2 months

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Finished this today!! I loved this scene and I couldn't get it out of my head so I had to draw it.

A QPR fic that I absolutely adore! Would highly suggest reading it, the author does an amazing job on characterization, and it's literally just about characters figuring out they're aroace and then healing together. it's so fluffy :)

Her Tumblr is @radiantallomancer !

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brennan-lee-mother · 3 months

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i just want somebody near me (guess i'm a coward) by Coco_Cavio

Fabian watched The Ball walk away, knowing but not understanding why his heartrate was suddenly going up. He’d been home alone before, this wasn’t some unprecedented situation. Hell, he’d walked through the Nightmare Forest alone, faced his greatest fear (his greatest foe, his official nemesis). How could anything be scary compared to that? Still, something about the silent abyss behind him terrified him. Looking into the grand hall, the panic from before returned. It felt as though the house threatened to swallow him up. He could swear the shadows on the walls were getting darker, creeping closer. His breath quickened. The pit in his chest deepened. The urge to escape took over and he half ran half tripped out of the house. “Let me drive you home!” ~~~~~~ Or, Fabian is can't stand his big empty house and Riz can maybe read him better than Fabian had thought.

Fabian being left alone in his massive house has been getting to me so much I wrote a missing scene fic to cope

(beta'd by the lovely @trainwreckisawreck <3)

#fabian is very touch starved #we have that in common #fabian angst fabian angst fabian angst #i haven't posted a fic in about one and a half years this is exciting #its either platonic or queer platonic fabriz up for interpretation #fabian aramais seacaster #fantasy high junior year spoilers #fantasy high junior year #fhjy #fantasy high #dimension 20 #fh #d20 #mera speaks #riz gukgak #fabian seacaster #my writing #mera writes

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stobinesque · 1 year

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@steddie-week day 3: first kiss | 2.1k words | G or T

Steve and Robin were about halfway through a rewatch of Clue when the phone rang, and Steve was across the living room before it was halfway through its second ring. “What’s wrong?” He asked without preamble. His heart was already racing; too anxious to consider the possibility that it could be someone calling for his parents—or even that it might be a non-emergency call. It was past ten already, and most of The Party should have at least been pretending to sleep by then.

“Steve?” The voice on the other end of the line was a bit distant—drowned out by the staticky sound of rain hitting pavement.

“Eddie? Are you alright? Where are you? Did something happen?”

Eddies’ van was out of commission, so he’d been relying on rides from Steve and the rest of the Corroded Coffin crew to get him to and from places for the past few weeks. If he was out somewhere and in trouble, he was stranded there.

“Yeah—I-I mean, no. Nothing—nothing happened. Just—could you come get me?”

“Yeah, of course. Where are you?”

“I’m out at The Hideout.”

“Okay, okay. I’ll be there in ten—maybe fifteen minutes.”

“You don’t have to—”

“I said I’d be there in ten, Eddie.”

“Okay.”

Steve hung up the receiver and turned to make for the foyer to find Robin standing behind him—jacket on, back slung over one shoulder, and a pair of his shoes in one hand. “Picking Eddie up?”

“Yeah.” Steve took the shoes from her hands gratefully, and started pulling them on.

“Can you drop me off on the way without slowing yourself down?”

“Yeah, I budgeted Robin home-delivery time just in case.”

“Well, hop to it then, dingus.”

~*~*~*~

When Steve pulled up in front of The Hideout after dropping off a surprisingly acquiescent Robin (Eddie needs you more than I do right now, dingus), it was to find Eddie sitting atop one of the wheel stops of The Hideout’s small lot, looking like a drowned rat.

Eddie was up and yanking open the door to the beamer before Steve could so much as put it in park, and Steve pulled out of the lot as soon as Eddie had his seat belt buckled across him.

“You okay, mann?”

Eddie shrugged.

“What happened?”

“Don’t really wanna talk about it right now.”

Steve nodded. “Okay.”

“Sorry to interrupt movie night with the missus.”

Steve laughed. “She already forgives you. Provided that you were actually having a crisis and not just faking one as a ploy to get me alone with you.”

That startled a laugh out of Eddie in turn, and he turned in his seat to shoot Steve a mischievous grin. “Now, does that sound like something I would do, sweetheart?”

“According to Robin? Yes.”

“Ah, I see who the brains of the operation is, then.”

“Was that in question?”

“Well—whether or not there was a brain behind you and Robin’s whole deal was a little up in the air.”

Steve snorted. “Yeah, that’s fair.”

Silence fell between the two of them, and twenty seconds in Eddie started rooting around in Steve’s glove compartment.

“Dude. What are you doing?”

“I’m looking for a tape in here that doesn’t suck, man!”

“What are you talking about? We have, like, half the same taste in music!”

“Yeah, but the only thing you keep in your car are mixtapes! And I’m sorry, Steve, but some of the things the kids have made you are—objectively speaking—extremely cursed.”

“You could put in the one Robin made.”

“It’s hilarious that you think there’s only one Robin mixtape in here. But also: I’m not in the mood for Cyndi Lauper.”

“Cyndi Lauper’s not in the mood for you,” Steve snarked under his breath—more because he knew that’s what Robin would say if she was in the car with them than for any other reason. Raising his voice so that Eddie knew it was meant to be heard, he added, “I think there might be one from Jon in there?”

Eddie wrinkled his nose. “Eugh. No thanks. My night’ been shit enough.” He kept rooting around for another minute or two, until— “Aha!” he emerged triumphant, an sparsely labeled tape held aloft in one hand. It looked like one that Steve had made for himself years ago—long before he’d gone knocking on the supernatural’s door. If he was guessing right, it was a mix of Queen, Bowie, and Fleetwood Mac. “How have I never found this one before?” Eddie asked.

“Because in spite of your loud protestations to the contrary, you usually just let whatever music is playing in the car happen to you.”

Eddie gave a considering hum as he stuffed his find into the tape deck. “Yeah, I guess I do.”

The two of them fell silent again as “The Chain” poured from the speakers, and the rest of the ride passed without conversation, the only sounds between them besides the music was the steady beat of rain against the windshield, and Eddie’s fingers drumming along to the beat of the song.

~*~*~*~

Steve killed the engine as he pulled up in front of the Munsons’ trailer.

“Thanks for the ride,” Eddie said, pulling a strand of hair out to cover his mouth as he did so.

“Yeah—any time, dude.”

Eddie made to get out of the car, but froze in place as he leaned half-in, and half-out. “Could you—wanna come in?” There was a put-upon air of casualness to his tone in a way that made Steve suspect that he was being asked to stay the night. He wasn’t sure why Eddie felt so shy about the request, though—it wasn’t like this would be the first time.

“Oh. Yeah, man. Of course.” All he ever wanted was to be helpful. So Steve took his keys from the ignition, and trailed after Eddie as he led them both inside.

Eddie started peeling out of his soaked clothes before the front door had finished closing behind them, and made a beeline for his bedroom so he could pull on a pair of boxers and a bleach-stained t-shirt, before flopping down onto his bed. Steve followed after him, toeing his shoes off inside the door, and crawling into bed beside Eddie once he was finished changing.

"Wanna talk about it now?" he asked, as Eddie tucked himself up against his side.

Eddie shrugged. He took one of Steve's hands into both of his own and started idly playing with his fingers. "Bad date."

"Oh yeah? People aren't going mad over a metalhead who was only recently cleared of all murder charges?"

Eddie shoved at him. "Low blow, Harrington."

Steve stole his hand back to hold both of them up in surrender. "Sorry, man."

Eddie yanked Steve's hand back and held it covetously in both of his own, and Steve reached down with his own free one to tangle it into Eddie's wild mane of curls, which were still damp from the rain. "Whatever, dude. It wasn't that. He just…he was just kind of an asshole.” Eddie shrugged again, sounding a little resigned. “The regular kind."

Steve was silent, but ruffled his hand through Eddie's hair in what he hoped was a comforting gesture.

"I just…I don't know. I don't know why I even bother trying to go out on dates at this point.”

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, it's like…I don't know. Just feels like I'm chasing after something I'm never gonna find."

"I get that," Steve said, tone soft and understanding.

"Really? Figured you'd have people falling all over you."

Steve snorted. "I don't think I've gone on a date since I went to the championship game with Heidi back in March."

Eddie jerked a little in Steve’s grip. "Why not?" He sounded…genuinely very confused.

Steve shrugged. "I don't know, I just…haven’t really felt like it. Honestly, I’d already felt like I was circling the drain back at that point.”

“...Huh.”

They both went quiet, Steve still running one hand through Eddie’s hair, and Eddie still tangled his fingers through those of Steve’s other hand.

“So, how do you…?” Steve trailed off with a frown, unsure of how or whether he should finish his question.

“How do I…?”

“How do you, y’know, find guys? To go out with? Who you aren’t scared of knocking your lights out, that is.”

Eddie shifted in Steve’s arms to get a better look at him. “Wait, wait. Have you not been on a date with another guy yet, Harrington?”

“No…?”

“Then how did you—?”

“How did I, what?” Steve felt a little on edge; a little on the defensive. Like there was some unseen standard he wasn’t living up to.

“How’d you figure out you were into them, then?” Eddie sounded a little bewildered. A lot incredulous. “Figured you were the victim of a drunken make-out discovery or something.”

Steve laughed, because that did sound like him, but— “Nope. Never been kissed.” He tilted his head toward Eddie with a little smirk. “By a guy, that is.”

Eddie propped himself up on one arm and stared at Steve like he was a puzzle to be solved, and there was a glint in his eye that made the hair along the back of Steve’s neck stand on end. “D’you wanna be?”

Steve’s heart skipped a bit, and his hand stilled in Eddie’s hair. “Uh…what do you mean?”

“Do you wanna be kissed? By a guy?”

Steve laughed, feeling awkward. “Are you offering?”

Eddie shrugged, just a touch too casual. “Sure, why not?”

“I don’t know. Wouldn't it be weird?”

“Doesn’t have to be weird if you don’t make it weird, man.”

Steve turned that over. It’s not like he and Eddie didn’t already spend most of the time they spent alone together tangled up in one another. There was a quasi-romantic edge to their friendship that Steve wasn’t really used to—well. Except for with Robin. But that was different, for obvious reasons. And, granted, the dynamic between him and Tommy had been…intense, but it still hadn’t felt like this.

Regardless—kissing Eddie wouldn’t change anything about their friendship if they didn’t want it to. “I guess you’re right.”

Eddie half-turned in Steve’s arms. “Yeah?”

Steve repositioned himself so that they were facing each other, hitching one shoulder up in a nonchalant little shrug. “Sure, why not?” he parroted back.

Eddie smiled, and it made his whole face go soft and gentle in a way that had Steve’s stomach twisting up in knots. Oh, he’s beautiful.

Eddie reached up to tuck a lock of hair behind Steve’s ear, and then let his hand drift along the line of Steve’s jaw until he was gently gripping his chin between two fingers. Steve’s lips parted in anticipation, and the two of them breathed into the silent space they’d created between them. He could feel his heart hammering in his chest, and his arms breaking out in goosebumps.

It didn’t make any sense though. It wasn’t like it was his real first kiss. And he’d known he was attracted to men for ages, even if he’d never acted on it. It wasn’t even exactly news to him that he found Eddie attractive. But…none of their interactions had been this charged before.

Eddie closed the space between them, and pressed a gentle, but firm kiss to Steve’s lips, grinding the trajectory of Steve’s thoughts to a halt. It was a simple kiss. And it could have remained like that—soft, sweet, and almost chaste—except that Steve couldn’t hold back a sharp gasp in response, as his breath hitched in his throat.

He should pull back. He knew he should pull back—but he’d always been greedy, and Eddie was making no move to put any distance between the two of them either. So Steve surged forward, capturing Eddie’s lips into a more passionate kiss, and savoring the small whine it elicited. Eddie gave as good as he got, winding an arm around Steve’s waist, and slotting a thigh between both of Steve’s legs with a force that startled a little “Mmpf!” from him.

All in all, the kiss probably lasted little more than a few moments. But for all Steve knew, whole civilizations could have risen and fallen in that soft, gray space of time he and Eddie had their lips pressed together.

He wasn’t sure who finally broke away, but once they did, both of their breaths came short and heavy.

“That was…really good?” Steve said, a high-pitched note of giddiness and wonder in his tone.

Eddie smiled with cheshire-style grin, eyelids heavy and low. “Yeah? Wanna make it even better?”

Steve smiled right back. “I think I might.”

#stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #steddie #steddie week #steddieweek2023 #steddie fic #once again just past the cut off in my timezone #also once again did not think I was gonna do anything for this day but then had an idea pop into my head at like...7pm #this one is mostly dialogue folks!#open ended as to whether or not this is capital r Romantic or just moves into a fun and genuinely platonic/qp fwb situation #as someone who falls in love/lust with friends super easily either works for me #i wanted to explore the quasi-romantic/sexual friendship that often exists within queer friendships #read writes

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marxism-leninism-meowism · 3 months

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Hey gays. Yes, you, there, behind the screen. Are you a fic writer? Do you love queerplatonic relationships? Do you dislike that AO3 does not have a queerplatonic relationship tag with the other relationship types? Do you dislike that AO3 is run by a racist and zionist organization?

Good news! SquidgeWorld, a fork of AO3, has recently added queerplatonic to their relationship categories!

[ img id: screenshot of squidgeworld.org's relationship category infobox, reading: Relationships, pairings, orientations [red icon with venus symbol] F/F: female/female relationships [purple icon with hermaphroditic symbol] F/M: female/male relationships [green icon with 'and' symbol] Gen: no romantic or sexual relationships, or relationships which are not the main focus of the work [blue icon with mars symbol] M/M: male/male relationships [icon with green, purple, red, and blue quadrants] Multi: more than one kind of relationship, or a relationship with multiple partners [rainbow icon with tilde symbol] QPR: Queer Platonic relationships [black icon with herschel uranus symbol] Other relationships [blank icon] The work was not put in any categories /end img id]

#ao3 #archiveofourown #queerplatonic #qpr #queerplatonic relationship #queer platonic #fanfiction #fanfic #fic #fic writing #squidgeworld #squidge #sqwa #anti ao3

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mackerel1522 · 3 months

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i had this lil idea for a while so here we go again ig

Summary:

After the battle with Adam - and countless attempts on Lucifer's behalf - Alastor finally accepts to let himself be healed. However the deer is a bit reluctant: there are some scars that are better left hidden. What he didn't expect, om the other hand, was for the King to show him his scars too.

"If that makes you less uncomfortable, I have scars too. Show me your scars and I'll show you mine."

Pairing: RadioApple (can be read as both queerplatonic as romantic)

Warnings: TW Scars, Alastor's death is mentioned, Lucifer's fall is mentioned too

hope you'll enjoy it! \(☆^☆)/

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #lucifer hazbin #radioapple #appleradio #duckiedeer #queer platonic radioapple #queer platonic duckiedeer #tw scars #my fic

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turtleofthehollow · 3 months

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As hilarious as the duet between Alastor and Lucifer was, I think it'd be even funnier if Alastor accidentally broadcasted it to all of Pride Ring, especially since this is coming off him being MIA for 7 years

Can you imagine what this would all sound like from someone out of the loop?

After years of radio silence from the Radio Demon himself, you suddenly get a song that basically sounds like two divorced dads fighting over their daughter

I can just imagine everyone thinking Alastor disappeared in the first place because he got married to the King of Hell in secret, and is only returning now because they're going through a divorce

Which would explain why he's supporting the hotel. After all, what kind of dad would he be if he didn't help out his daughter with her dreams?

#hazbin hotel #radioapple #duckiedeer #queer platonic radioapple #queer platonic duckiedeer #hazbin hotel fic prompts #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel lucifer #alastor x lucifer #hazbin hotel charlie #divorced radioapple #alastor #lucifer #alastor the radio demon #lucifer morningstar #dad beat dad #the radio demon

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findafight · 2 years

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I saw a prompt somewhere that boiled down to "what if Steve and Eddie switched places in vol. 2" and basically. I was thinking about it. And making it so sad. Idk if I can make it into a full fic bc apparently I have OTHER full fics to complete but. Have a taste.

Robin, Eddie, and Nancy are feeling pretty good. they might not've killed Henry but they sure as hell injured him, and then they hear Dustin crying. Just. Sobbing and begging and telling Steve he's gonna be okay he's fine it's alright...

Robin breaks into a run because she realizes that she only hears Dustin. Nothing else. She calls for Steve, skids around a corner and. Dustin has blood smeared on hi cheeks with clean tear tracks running through. He's rocking Steve, who isn't moving. His eyes are open, but he doesn't blink. His chest is still. Robin kicks through the demobat bodies, slams to her knees and grabs Steve's shoulders, shakes a little. She looks at his torso, chest shredded and stomach...well. he'd already been wounded. This was just worse. So much worse.

Somehow Eddie has Dustin, pulling him to his chest and guiding him quickly back to the gate, whispering apologies. Nancy has to drag Robin, who protests because they can't leave Steve! They have to bring him back! That's Steve! Her Steve! She's not leaving without him!

But there's no time, and Robin is shaking too much to put up much of a fight. Nancy apologizes with a cracking voice.

They return to Hawkins one short.

At the hospital, after her oxygen levels evened out enough doctors felt she could be discharged (considering the carnage of the gates opening, she's surprised they treated her at all...), Robin makes a phone call to a number she never thought she'd use. She gets a secretary. Gets told to leave a message. She does.

Into the receiver, she growls, hot tears in her eyes not yet falling, "yeah, I'll leave a fucking message. Tell those neglectful assholes their son is dead, and no body can be recovered. Tell them Steve is gone and they couldn't be damned to pick up the fucking phone." And slams the receiver into the cradle once, twice, almost a third until long fingers wrap around her wrist and hold her back. Gently places the phone on the hook and pushes it away. Turns Robin around.

Eddie hugs her, but she doesn't cry. Not yet. She has something she needs to do.

"Eddie. I need you to take me with you can to Steve's house." And Eddie frowns. "I need to get stuff from Steve's room. Before his parents come home."

So by some miracle they end up driving to the Harrington house. Robin uses her key in the door, leads Eddie upstairs to Steve's room, beelines for the closet.

She pulls out a large tub, a legal box stacked on top. Moves both toward the door. She runs her hands over the clothes hanging there, and slips a jacket off the hook, shrugging it over her own shoulders.

Under the bed, there's a shoebox or two, and she uses her leg to hook around them. Eddie offers her a hand up, and she seems to remember that he's actually there.

"you doing okay, Buckley?"

And she stares at him, the pressure behind her eyes too much, too much. He must see it, the tremble in her lip or the hitch of breath, but he opens his arms and offers. She wraps her arms around his torso and can only think that he's too boney, and Steve was never too boney. Then, she sobs. Eddie settles them on the bed, sitting up.

Robin lets out big, heaving, agonized sounds. Like a dying animal, braying muffled in Eddie's chest. He holds her, rubs her back under the green and white jacket with HARRINGTON emblazoned on it.

Eventually, she calms. Wipes her eyes. Takes a deep, shuddering breath.

"he was the only person who knew all of me. And he loved every part. Even the bits he didn't like, he loved." She shakes her head "I didn't know you could be loved like that. That some people loved like that." She moves, grabs one of the shoeboxes and pulls out a few little pins. Shows them to Eddie.

"once I graduated, we were going to go to New York. Go to our first Pride together. Be anonymous and be ourselves. Be free. Forget about the fucking upsidedown. And now. Now he'll never get to." She blows her nose. "How am I supposed to go on knowing that? Without the one person who knows, who was going to be beside me for it all?"

Eddie doesn't answer. Just asks. "What are we doing with everything else?"

She shrugs. "If you see something you like, take it. He wouldn't mind. Can't mind now either way. I'm gonna grabs some shirts and sweaters, I think. For the kids. Everything else of importance except his car keys are in those boxes. Dustin can have some of it, but mostly it's mine."

"robin-"

"his parents will give everything to charity. Anything that made Steve Steve would be lost anyways, this way we get to keep parts of him. And his parents don't find-" she gestures to the shoebox, with its buttons and pamphlets and stickers all daring someone to say something. Eddie gets it.

They load the van. Robin's parents don't mention it when she arrives home with a wanted (still? Eddie's status is unclear) man carrying boxes to her room. She thanks Eddie.

Four months later, in the upsidedown on the way to kill vecna once and for all, she recognizes a figure walking out of the dead woods, demodogs and demogorgons and demobats (the very things that did that to him) following tamely behind him, and calls his name.

#platonic stobin #steve harrington #robin buckley #eddie munson #platonic with a capital p #stobin #major character death #im sorry #finda writes stuff #finda's rambles #fics #stranger things #i could not stop thinking about robin needing to get some of steves stuff so his parents dont toss it/find out hes queer #as they promised each other after starcourt they would if anything happened

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