#steddiebigbang23

[unspecifiedfigure]

[After All This Time]

#steddiebigbang

(an incriminating photo leaves famous musician Eddie Munson scrambling to save his public image — luckily the PR team has a solution: date Steve Harrington, a fellow celebrity with a perfect record)

👔🎸📸🎬

{LINK} @stevespookington

#i had so much fun with this project!! please go read the fic it’s amazing and the author worked so hard to make it perfect!! #steddie big bang #steddiebigbang23 #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #my art #fic art!

[eldritch-thrumming]

September 1986

It’s a Saturday when they finally make it up to Bloomington. Steve had to bribe Robin into taking his afternoon shift by promising he’d take three of her Monday mornings in a row. It sucked, but looking over at Eddie in his passenger’s seat, hair whipping around him as he head bangs to whatever music he’s got playing on Steve’s car radio, he thinks it’s probably worth it. 

It takes them an hour to get there and once they reach the city limits, Steve has to turn down the music so Eddie can direct him to the store he’s been coming to for the last ten years.

“Used to come here as a kid, when I first moved in with Wayne,” Eddie tells him as he gestures for Steve to make a left at the light. “The guy who owns the place—Greg—is an old friend from, like, World War II or whatever. You know, that homoerotic male bonding trauma shit.” Eddie nudges Steve with his elbow, winking when Steve looks over. “Wayne’s the one who taught me to play, did I tell you that?” Steve shakes his head. “Well, he thought it’d be a good way to get out all that energy, I guess.” Eddie grins. “Greg used to give me these tapes of the local music scene, stuff he’d been able to record at live shows or people renting out his booth in the back. There was some fucking awesome stuff in there, some of the bands have even made it pretty big. Oh, take a right here and then another right at the stop sign.” Steve sees it before Eddie points it out, a big red guitar on the sign. “That parking lot there, Stevie.” Eddie makes a big show of pointing, practically leaning out of the passenger’s side window like a dog, as if Steve needs the help at all.

Steve pulls into a spot right in front of the store and puts the car in park. Eddie practically leaps from his seat, slamming the door behind him and bounding up to the double glass doors, not even waiting for Steve to climb out of the car himself before he’s pulling the door open and rushing inside. Steve just rolls his eyes, locking the car doors before he follows.

The place is exactly what Steve expected. A little bell twinkles overhead as he passes through the entrance. It’s a little dimly lit, due to the way the storefront is arranged, but Steve can clearly see the rows of guitars hanging from the walls, the bins of sheet music underneath. There are other instruments, too, a couple of upright pianos near the counter in the back, some electric keyboards, a whole section of violins. He can’t help but think about how Robin would love this place and makes a mental note to suggest they all come up here together sometime. Steve follows Eddie’s voice to the glass counter where the register sits, harmonicas lined up on shelves lined in velvet in the case below it.

“—my friend Steve,” Eddie’s saying, gesturing towards Steve as Steve comes to stand beside him. Steve looks up at the man he assumes is Greg. He’s older, maybe a little older than Wayne even, laugh lines around his mouth and an easy smile on his lips. He’s got a long grey ponytail to match his long grey beard. A green flannel hangs off his skinny frame. Eddie smiles at Steve, his hand brushing along Steve’s bicep as he turns to introduce him. “Steve, this is Greg.”

“Hey, Steve,” Greg reaches his hand out for a shake and Steve takes it. Greg’s hand is warm and dry, eyes sparkling, friendly. Steve feels safe here. “Eddie says he’s teaching you to play guitar. Not sure how much you’re gonna learn from ol’ butterfingers here.” He points his thumb at Eddie.

“Hey!” Eddie yells in mock offense. 

Greg laughs. “When Eddie was first learning, he’d try to snack and play at the same time. Always the same thing, those Bugles, you know?” He holds his hands up in front of him, wiggling his fingertips. Steve nods, grinning. “Hands full of grease, couldn’t get a grip on anything.” 

Steve’s grin widens when Eddie rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, okay, old man.” He lifts himself from where he’d been leaning on the counter, tapping is own fingertips along the glass. “How about you make yourself useful and do your job? Steve’s looking for a new guitar.”

“Awesome, man, first one?” Greg asks Steve.

“Uh, yeah, I’ve been borrowing a friend’s, but I’d like to get one of my own.” Steve runs a hand through his hair. “Nothing too fancy, I don’t know much about anything really.”

Greg grins again. “A real newbie, I love that.” He walks across to the front left corner of the store. “Obviously you want an acoustic, easier to learn on, especially if this dumbass is the one teaching you.” Eddie lets out a sound of offense. “These are your best bet. No bells and whistles, nothing fancy. You can get fancier once you know more.” Greg turns toward Steve. “Wanna try some out?”

Steve nods and Greg slides a stool over, gesturing for Steve to sit. He pulls the first guitar off its hook and hands it to Steve. Steve strums a few chords.

“How’s it feel?” Greg asks.

“It’s good,” Steve says hesitantly.

“Good but not great, right?” Steve nods. “Yeah, I could tell. That’s okay. You’ll know when you feel it.” Greg takes the guitar back from Steve, handing him a new one.

After about four or five rounds, Greg pulls the last one off the wall. It looks a little like Robin’s, but the wood’s a little darker, almost red, and the finish is a little shinier. Steve’s fingertips are buzzing when he takes it from Greg and feels the smooth strings under his fingers. 

“That’s it, right?” Greg asks, smiling.

“Yeah,” Steve breathes out. “This is it.” He returns Greg’s smile.

Eddie meets them back up at the counter, wandering over from where he’d been sifting through the sheet music. 

“Find one?” Eddie nods toward the case on the counter. 

“Found a real good one,” Greg tells him, snapping the lid of the case open to show him.

Eddie grins, dimples on full display. “Wow, Stevie.” Eddie looks over at Steve, face soft. “Looks great. Very metal.” 

Steve’s not entirely sure why that makes him blush.

read the new chapter of all of me changed like midnight. posted now

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[lengthofropes]

Fool's Lake

Steve’s grandfather built a beautiful little cabin up on Fool’s Lake year and years ago and it’s the perfect place to hide a fugitive. This time Eddie gets a babysitter to make sure they don’t have a repeat of his last stay in a lakeside cabin. And they are both totally fine with it. Yep. For sure. Definitely not harbouring huge crushes or anything. Nope. It’s going to be super fine. It’s not like they have to share a bed or anything. Wait! There was only one bed?! by BIFF1 Coming in October ‘23! / SteddieBigBang

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[stevespookington]

after all this time (i'm still into you)

↳on ao3! (ch1/6, ~25k)

Steve just wanted to keep working on his TV show, but due to some clauses buried in his contract he'd been coerced into a fake dating scheme. Which was especially stupid because Munson didn’t even like him. Steve should know, Munson had already rejected him years ago. Eddie just wanted to keep his head down until his contract ran out so he could get back to writing with Corroded Coffin instead of doing this idol shit. He wasn't counting on getting outed and having to do damage control... by pretending to date someone who he maybe sorta had (has?) a huge crush on. OR: Steve pretends that if he keeps calling Eddie by his last name then he won’t develop any feelings to go with that crush he'd been trying to forget about. Meanwhile, Eddie is trying to figure out what went wrong years ago and if this time could be different.

aka my steddiebang23 fic!! it was a blast to work with @unspecifiedfigure and @hellfireloserclub for the steddie big bang!

check out their art here! and here!

#stranger things #steddie #steddie big bang #steddiebigbang23 #eddie munson #steve harrington #ori writes #steddie fic

[kaspurrcat]

Chapter Four of Moon Breaks Knight is up! Here is some artwork I did of Eddie and Gareth celebrating Beltane.

This piece is part of @alchemist's fic for @steddiebang

#Eddie munson #gareth emerson #gareth stranger things #st4 #fanart #stranger things #cas draws #Beltane celebrations #steddie big bang #steddiebigbang23

[hagnoart]

It’s steddie bigbang time! I will add the links to the fic tomorrow, but for now - this is the art I made for Valentina’s @assassinduckie ‘s wonderful fic!

It’s a multi chapter friends-to-lovers steddie fluff and I think y’all need to read it hehe

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[lostinadmiration]

My final big bang piece for @biffbang ‘s fic Fool’s Lake. “Come for the 'there was only one bed', stay for Steve chopping wood” 🪵🪓♥️ #steddiebang23

#steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #ao3 #steddiebigbang23 #steddie fic #steddie big bang #steddiebang23

[hereforthesteddie]

The Ones Who Know

"Robs, Eddie's mad at me. I did something wrong, I think. I don't really know." "Can you tell me what happened?" "We were watching movies last night and we-" his throat closes up on him and he struggles to take in a deep breath. "We kissed." "What!?" The unlucky customers waiting on them can probably hear her, she reacts so loudly. "I know! I wasn't expecting it." A look of confusion crosses her face. "Wait but Steve, you're-" "Straight? I know!" Does he, though? She gives him a curious look that seems to ask the same question.

Steve didn’t used to like being someone who knows, when that meant keeping secrets about horrifying and heartbreaking things. But now that he's learning beautiful and precious secrets about the people who are important to him, he's starting to learn that being one of the ones who know doesn't have to be so bad.

So proud of myself for this huge (to me) project that is finally up!

Written for the Steddie Big Bang 2023, along with inline art by @donttellunclesam and @milotheboywonder, and editing/beta by @mcneen

**FYI the fic includes nsfw art inline!**

Thank you to everyone who encouraged me along the way for enabling me to make my teenage dreams of writing decent smut once I reach my thirties come true!

The Ones Who Know (23771 words) by tacticat Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley/Nancy Wheeler Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler Vibes: Fluff and Smut, see work for taglist

#steddie #steddie big bang #steddiebigbang23 #my fics #stranger things fanart #stranger things fic #ronance

[lollaika]

Steddie BigBang23 Posting Poll

Hey Steddie readers

The Steddie BigBang23 posting time is still a bit further out, but the schedule is being made as I write this and I was curious as to your preference for authors who are writing multi chapter fics for it.

Seeing as there'll be an input of 300+ fics in the Steddie tag from Nov. 1st to Jan. 15th would you prefer that authors.

#stranger things #steddiebigbang23 #steddie big bang #eddie munson #steve harrington #I'm just curios what preferences you have #steddie

[pink-luna-moth]

Last Big Bang is finally here!!!

It was so much fun to work with @lunaicfantastic and @maikaartwork on this

#stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #steddiebigbang23 #steddiebang23 weekly roundup #steddie big bang #procreate #pinkluna art #stranger things volume 2 #art

[artaxlivs]

Please raise your hand if you've tried the Dirty Dancing lift in a pool. (Cut to me holding up both hands)

CHAPTER THREE (Much like Steve here) IS UP!

@lexplexdraws as much as I love the watermelon art - THIS ONE is my favorite. The water splashes make it look like he's mid lift and I just love artwork with movement. It's so impressive. You did a beautiful job - thank you so much 😍

#steddie bigbang #steddiebigbang23 #stranger things #dirty dancing au #the lift baby the lift!

[akasalv]

Light a fire inside me | Explicit | 30,000

Author: salvadore

Artist: devilfella

Steve goes back into the Upside Down to retrieve Eddie’s body. But Eddie’s not dead. That’s only the beginning. Lucas and El have a bet running: have Steve and Eddie come back from the Upside Down infected and changed by Vecna? Or are they dating? There could be a million reasons why they're suddenly so intimate and peculiar, but El's worried that if they bet wrong, the Party could be in danger.

Link to Fic | Link to Art

Pairings: Steve/Eddie

Characters: Dustin, Wayne, Lucas, El, The Party-Freeform

Tags: Canon Divergent, Vampires, Romcom/Humor, Miscommunication, Mutual Pining, Happy Ending

Trigger Warnings: Exploration/Discussion of Grief and Mourning, Vampirism Makes them do it, Spit-kink

#steddie fic #steddiebigbang #steddiebigbang23

[hellfireloserclub]

The Rainbow connection

Chapter 5 up now (project 91 of @steddiebang )

Read chapter 5 here

Or start from the beginning here

It was easy to keep his eyes on Eddie when he looked like this, he was always in his element on stage, and the studio lights just highlighted how good he looked. The stylist had insisted on him dressing at least half decent for national television, so he had compromised. The black shirt sat unbuttoned, but the jeans were ripped in all the usual Eddie places. Steve almost wanted to go over there and button him up, keeping the parts of Eddie hidden that only he knew. The tattoos, the piercings, their matching scars were on show for the world to see. It felt invasive. But Eddie didn’t seem to care.

Steve ignored the intrusion of the camera lens on him. Eddie’s stage persona was larger than life and taking the lead, Steve was helpless to follow.

It was easy to get swept up in the Munster and Knocks personas; Knocks and Munster had no baggage. It made it easier to relax, to slide up to Eddie where he sang into the mic, fingers dancing over his sweetheart like it was an extension of himself. It was a practised choreography, he could manoeuvre around Eddie with all the ease of someone who had shared the same space, lived and breathed each other for over half a decade now. He knew the steps by heart.

In his peripheral Eddie sidled up to him as they finished the first song, moving back to let Chrissy take centre stage. They moved over to one of their softer songs, something that needed Eddie and him to be a little less vocal and outrageous.

The two of them orbited the middle of the stage, picking away at the almost lullaby quality of the song before moving over to the secondary microphone again as a single unit. Eddie leant over Steve’s shoulder as he sang harmonies. With his guitar not needed he pressed tight, Steve could feel Eddie's front pressed against his back. Well-rehearsed they had performed like this a million times before.

Yet Eddie didn’t seem to want to move away from Steve, almost acting possessive as a camera swept past them for a close-up. A hand coming to rest on his hip as the camera panned around them made Steve momentarily look down to the contact as Eddie's palm found the gap between his shirt and the top of his jeans, sending a spark of something shooting through Steve.

The entire time, Eddie held eye contact. Not that Steve would have been able to look anywhere else even if he wanted to.

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[ladydorian05]

A Home for Broken Hearts ~ Chapter 2

Co-written with @made-ofmemories (she also made the header)

What's this!? Two chapters in one day!?

Yup, two chapters in one day!

You can expect one chapter per week, we'll most likely be posting on Saturdays. And last but not least, we'd love to read what you think of this fic! ❤️ Enjoy!! :D

Word count: 2,810

Master Post

AO3

Chapter 2: Of broken hearts and healing ideas

Robin thinks she’s stealthy, sneaking into Steve’s room, but she might just be the clumsiest person in the entire city and she is not as quiet as she thinks she is, creeping around the admittedly cluttered space. He wakes the minute she opens the door. 

“Rise and shine, Stevie!” She sounds far too chipper, ripping the curtains open and sending him burrowing under the covers when the sunlight hits his squinting eyes. 

“Go away, Robin.” His voice is muffled by the comforter bunched up around his face. It’s too early, his head is pounding and he would very much like to go back to sleep. 

“Not until you tell me what happened last night.” 

He must have woken her when he stumbled into the apartment last night. He doesn’t remember much after passing the threshold, but he must have been loud because Robin sleeps like the dead.

The bed dips as she flops down beside him. He lets out a sigh then rolls over to face her. She’ll drag it out of him one way or another, she always does. Steve had never believed in soulmates, until he met Robin and it was like staring at a part of himself that he hadn’t even known was missing. 

Steve peeks his head out from beneath the blanket and sees Robin’s blue eyes staring back at him expectedly. Laying like this reminds him of the sleepovers they’d have as teenagers, staying up too late talking about everything and nothing. He misses those days, back when all they had to worry about were highschool grades and their shitty part time jobs at the ice cream parlor in the mall where they met.

“I had a date with Heidi. Well, I thought it was a date, turns out she only invited me there to dump me.” He contemplates hiding under the comforter again when he sees the expression on Robin’s face morph into sadness, “Please don’t look at me like that. I’m fine, Robs.”

“Sure you are,” she says, but her tone doesn’t match her words. Damn her and that ability she has to see through every last one of his lies. They do this a lot, Steve pretending he’s unaffected by everything even though they both know he’s got a much bigger heart than he lets on, “So where were you until 3am?”

“Some dive bar downtown.”

“Alone?”

“Alone.”

“How did you get home?” There’s concern creeping into her voice now and he hasn’t even gotten to the best, or maybe worst depending on the point of view, part of his story.

“Some random guy from the bar gave me a ride in his van.” He deadpans.

“What?”

“Yeah, we actually stopped at this- I guess you could call it a construction site?” Steve contemplates without a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

“Please tell me you’re joking.” 

“Will it make you feel better if I say I am?”

“Oh my god. How have you even survived this long?” Robin asks, tangling one of her hands in her hair the way she always does when she’s stressed. She’s taking it better than he expected in all honesty. She’s always been a bit of a worrier. 

“Dumb luck mostly.” He shrugs the shoulder he isn’t lying on, “Now that we’ve established that I’m an idiot, can I please go back to sleep?”

“No. You’re going to drink a glass of water, the biggest one we have. Then we’re going out for lunch and I want to know more about van guy.”

“Lunch? What time is it?” It feels early, too early, not time for lunch. Though that could be down to his pounding headache and the fact he didn’t go to sleep until long after 3am.

“12:30.” He feels the mattress shift again, this time when Robin gets up. She grabs his discarded shirt from the floor and it hits him in the face a second later, “Get dressed I’ll meet you in the kitchen.”

“I hate you,” He says into his pillow, there’s no venom behind it. He looks up just in time to watch her flipping him off as she leaves. 

Robin is sitting on one of the counter tops when he wanders into the kitchen 10 minutes later despite the perfectly good chairs a few feet to her left. She tosses a bottle of tylenol at him, he catches it and mumbles his thanks as he grabs an empty glass from the side of the sink.

Robin’s socked foot pushes into the soft flesh of his side, “That’s not the big one and you know it.” He sets the glass back down and pulls out another from the cupboard, holding it up so she can see it and awaiting her nod of approval before he fills it.

“My car is still at the bar, so you’ll have to drive,” He explains to her, suddenly very thankful for all those driving lessons he gave her over the years. They can pick his car up later, he doesn’t think he’s in any fit state to be driving right now anyway.

“Alright, you ready to go?” She asks once he’s shaken 2 pills from the bottle and swallowed them with a gulp of water.

“Yeah,” He pats the back pocket of his jeans and frowns when he finds it empty, “let me just grab my wallet.” 

He finds his keys on the table by his bedside where he set them after stumbling in earlier that morning, he was sure he’d dumped his wallet there with them but it’s not there. There’s no sign of it after he’s turned the rest of his room upside down either leaving him scratching his head as he sits amidst the pile of laundry he’s dragged out from the basket under the assumption he must have left it in a pocket somewhere. 

“Have you found it yet?” Robin calls. He’d tasked her with searching the couch in case it had somehow ended up wedged between the cushions, it wouldn’t be the first time.

“No.” He sticks his head out of his room to check up on her progress.

“I’m starving,” She whines, “let's just go. I’ll pay. We can tear the place apart looking for it later.” 

“Just, let me check my room once more then we can go I swear.”

There’s a knock at the front door and Steve’s pretty sure that’s the only reason she doesn’t argue with him.

“Make it quick, Harrington!” She calls and he darts back into his room whilst she goes to deal with whoever is knocking at their door on a Saturday afternoon. They hadn’t been expecting company, at least none that he was aware of.

He abandons his laundry theory and turns instead to rifling through his drawers. It’s got to be in here somewhere. He’s onto the second drawer when he hears Robin’s voice ringing through the apartment.

“Hey, Stevie! I found your wallet.” 

She’s holding the front door open, a smirk on her face as she watches him come barreling out of his room then freeze in his tracks when he sees none other than Eddie standing in the doorway holding up what appears to be Steve’s wallet. 

He’s wearing an outfit similar to the one from the previous night, only this time there’s a leather jacket over his t-shirt and there’s a different yet still unfamiliar logo on the front of it. The only major difference in his appearance is his hair, it’s untied today, falling in loose curls down to his shoulders.

“Figured you might be missing this.” He’s smiling as he holds out the Wallet in Steve’s direction, “Found it under the passenger seat this morning.”

“Thanks, man, I appreciate it.” 

He tucks the wallet into his pocket and thinks that’ll be the end of it, but Eddie lingers, twirling one of his rings around his index finger. Steve doesn’t know him well enough to tell whether it’s a nervous habit or just something he does.

“There’s actually something I wanted to show you,” Eddie says, “if you’re not busy.”

“We were just heading out to get lunch.” Steve explains, jabbing his thumb in the direction of Robin.

“Oh Lunch can wait, I want to see this.”

“What happened to ‘I’m starving, Steve, I’m going to waste away if we don’t get lunch within the next 10 seconds, Steve’.” 

It’s a poor imitation of Robin’s voice, one that has her curling her lip at him in disgust. It makes Eddie chuckle though, a sound Steve finds himself really liking, which is maybe a little concerning given the fact they’ve known each other for less than 24hrs. That’s an issue for future Steve to unpack. 

“Come on, what’re you waiting for?!” She throws both of her hands up in frustration, the keys in her hand jangling with the movement. She’s already halfway down the hallway while Steve and Eddie haven’t moved.

Steve and Robin take her car, a modern, bright yellow vw beetle that she had started saving for since before she even knew how to drive, and Eddie leads the way in his van. 

Hellfire looks pretty much the same as Steve’s slightly fuzzy memory of it. There’s a little sunlight streaming through the cracks in some of the window coverings and a lot more people milling around, but it still looks just as much of a construction site. 

“Eddie? Is that you?” It’s a feminine voice, cheery and light. At first Steve can’t determine where it’s coming from until a head of strawberry blonde hair pops up from behind the bar.

“I brought some visitors,” Eddie says to the mystery woman who is making her way over to them, then turns his attention to Steve and Robin again, “This is Chrissy my…”

“Business partner,” She supplies when he struggles to find the words.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Steve.”

“Robin.”

“Chrissy helps me out with just about everything.” He pulls her into a one armed hug and she pushes him away playfully with a smile. It’s clear they’re close, but Steve can’t quite figure out what the story between them is. He is, however, sure there’s more to it than simple business partners, “She’s pretty much the only reason anything gets done around here.”

“Yes, I am, which is why I need to get back to work,” She shares a glance with Eddie that Steve can’t quite decipher, it’s the same type of silent communication he and Robin have perfected through many many years of friendship, “It was lovely meeting you both,” She says, her face morphing back into something more open and friendly when she addresses Steve and Robin.

Chrissy leaves them, navigating through the mess of covered up furniture and construction equipment with so much ease Steve is sure she could do it blindfolded.

“Ok, it’s just over here,” Eddie explains, returning to their original task and the whole reason they’re here in the first place. 

He leads them to the wall where Steve had left the scrunchie last night, but now there’s something beside it, two tickets pinned to the wall with messy handwriting scrawled next to them.

‘James skipped town 3 days

before this concert

and didn’t bother to tell me.’

“Heidi?” Robin questions, ignoring the tickets entirely and looking at Steve’s message from last night, “Steve, did you do this?”

“Yeah,” Steve waves her off, he’ll catch her up on everything over lunch, “but who left those?” 

“Don’t know.” Eddie shrugs, “Found them when I got here this morning. Could’ve been anyone there’s people in and out of this place all the time, construction worker, delivery guy, who knows.”

“Holy shit,” Steve says, running his fingers over the edge of the tickets.

“Yeah, holy shit,” Robin echoes, “Do you know how long I’ve been trying to get him to lose some of the ex memorabilia?” She asks Eddie, “Seriously, you should see his room, it's like a mausoleum in there. He once kept a gum wrapper, with a wad of chewed up gum in it for over a year.”

“Alright, thank you very much for that Robin, but I think that’s enough.” Steve cuts her off with a stern glare.

“A mausoleum for broken hearts,” Eddie muses.

Robin’s face lights up with an idea at Eddie’s words. She grabs the marker from the table they had passed on the way over here, the same pen Steve and presumably whoever left the tickets had used to scrawl on the wall.

‘The broken hearts gallery, leave your heartbreak here’

“There,” She says, stepping back to admire her work, “It could be like a community project, maybe there’s more hoarders like Steve out there who need a place where they can learn to let go.”

“I am not a hoarder,” Steve protests, indignant at the mere suggestion, “It’s a good idea though, maybe it’ll help people.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Eddie interrupts, waving his hands in front of him as he steps between them, “as much as I’m all for self expression. Maybe a literal construction site isn’t the best place for your little art project?”

“It’s the perfect place,” Robin insists, “I can set up some social media accounts, start spreading the word.”

“We could ask for tips for each donation too,” Steve suggests, “You can put the money back into this place.”

“And Steve can help out with the labor, you guys look busy, an extra pair of hands would be good right?” Steve’s glaring at her again, but she’s unphased, “Oh what? It’s not like you’ve got anything better to do.” 

She’s right, she usually is, it’s annoying.

“It would,” Eddie confirms, taking a moment to consider the offer before he says “alright, deal.”

They agree to meet again on Monday at 8am, Chrissy seems thrilled with the news when Eddie calls her over to let her know about their newest volunteer and they share another one of those silent conversations passed through a series of unreadable expressions. 

Chrissy and Eddie are an unusual pair, it was evident the moment Eddie had introduced her to them, and it continues to be evident now. Chrissy is wearing a pair of light wash jeans and a peach t-shirt with a white ribbon tied into a bow holding up her slicked back ponytail, meanwhile Eddie is all dark denim and leather. They couldn’t look more different if they tried. And for all her caution, Robin seems to have taken to them both rather quickly, so much so that he’s surprised she doesn’t invite them to lunch.

They eat at their usual haunt, a little cafe they frequent so often because Robin insists they sell the best apple pie in the whole city. Steve is just glad to have a good cup of coffee placed down in front of him.

Robin spends most of the time with her nose buried in her phone, occasionally passing it across the table to ask Steve’s approval on whatever social media page she’s setting up now. Should it be the broken heart gallery or the broken hearts gallery? Does he think this picture is better or this one? 

“Sure,” He agrees despite not really knowing what the question was. She frowns at him, wrong answer, “Sorry.” 

“I know I kind of just sprung this on you,” Robin starts, her voice is soft a tone she reserves only for serious conversations, “but we don’t actually have to go through with this whole gallery thing if you’re not into it. I just thought it would be good for you to have something to focus on that isn’t...” She stalls, making a few vague gestures with her hands.

“My failed love life or my non-existent career?” He says and she cracks a smile at his bluntness. 

“Yeah, that.”

“I think it’s a good idea, and you’re right. I can’t just mope around the apartment for the rest of my life.” Oh how he wishes he could. 

“Eddie is kinda hot too.”

“Robin!” He scolds.

“What? I’m gay not blind, Steve.” 

“Alright we are not having this conversation,” Steve decides, hurrying to change the subject. 

It’s not like he hasn’t noticed. Maybe if circumstances were different he’d even consider making a move, but he’s in the midst of yet another failed relationship and the risk of making things awkward with Eddie is too great when the guy is letting them use a space in his property for Robin’s idea free of charge.

She holds up her hands in surrender, “I’m just saying.” 

“Show me those pictures again.” 

She obliges, passing her phone over to show him the two very rough drafts of a logo she has put together. 

“One on the right for sure.” 

“That’s what I thought!” She beams, excitedly taking the phone from him and continuing to tap away at the screen. 

What has he let himself be dragged into?

<Chapter 1 ~ Masterpost ~ Chapter 3>

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Lovers (Live A Little Longer) | Mature | 60k

Author: @rogueddie Artist: powderedbakingsoda

Eddie Munson is dead and Kas is born out of his ashes. Everyone is full of hope that Eddie will return, but Kas knows that he will never be Eddie. That man is dead and he is alive.

He goes to Steve Harrington because he thinks he’ll find safety with him- instead, he finds himself. He finds love. Because, despite Steves own struggles to accept Kas as he is, he more supportive and understanding than anyone else. He’s there for Kas, every step of the way.

But, as Kas and Steve settle into their relationship, Vecna is building up to his next assault.

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Pairings: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington/Kas the Betrayer (Dungeons & Dragons) Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Kas the Betrayer (Dungeons & Dragons), Robin Buckley, Dustin Henderson Tags: Eddie Munson as Kas the Betrayer (Dungeons & Dragons), Body Horror, Vampires, Blood Drinking, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, Platonic Soulmates Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington, Vecna Possessing Steve Harrington, Post-Season/Series 04, steddiebigbang23 Trigger Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Body Horror

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