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[afewproblems]

If you’re doing Wip Wednesday this week - I’d love a snippet of the steddie break up/fix it fic!!

Hello Nonny and @klausinamarink I'm so sorry this is so late!

Please enjoy for the WIP Weekend, a snippet from this series.

Wayne calls exactly two days after Steve and Robin have officially unpacked the last of the boxes, their move officially complete. 

It’s Robin who answers their new landline, an old ugly lime green handset with a mile long cord that could extend from the kitchen into the living room. She found it in a garage sale before they left and immediately snatched it from the folding table with a gleeful cackle.

It stands out garishly amid the cream walls, which have turned a rather grimey yellow from years of old smoke stains from prior tenants, but it’s theirs all the same.

“I feel like a real adult,” Robin says, a hint of awe in her voice as Steve screws the phone base into the wall beside the fridge.

Steve looks over his shoulder with a raised eyebrow and an indulgent smile, “this is what did it for you? This green monstrosity?”

She rolls her eyes and jabs her fingers into his side, startling a yelp out of him as he tries to move away while still maintaining his grip on the phone.

“No dingus, this is ours,” she gestures around their kitchen, “and we can do whatever we want with it, there are no rules!” 

Steve pauses, letting the thought sink in. He’s never truly had his own space before, not one he could do with as he pleased -a haunting vision of plaid wallpaper and curtains passes through him; he shudders and gazes at the ugly phone with a new appreciation. 

This was their space…and it was exhilarating.

Robin calls Steve over for him to grab the receiver which he holds to his good ear with a grin, Robin squeezes in close to listen as well.

They had kept in touch the last few years, even after Eddie refused to be in the same room as him, and Steve loves the old man for that. Given that he hasn’t spoken to his own parents since ‘85 when they kicked him out, Wayne is the only, parental figure Steve has left.

Make Me Write!

[strangersteddierthings]

WIP Weekend! The interview because part one wrecked me!!!!

:D

Steve had worried about things like money, and living situations, and getting food. It had all sounded like excuses to Eddie back then. Like Steve was picking the safety of Hawkins and his parents' house over going out into the world to be with Eddie freely.

[dangerous-disposition]

WIP Weekend Accountability Pt. 1 of 3

So, for WIP weekend, I posted a poll about which of my Big WIPs I should focus on for the weekend and this was the result of that poll

I decided I would write for all 3 obviously, and post snippets with word counts based on the number of votes they got. Here are the snippet word counts:

ANYWAY TO THE FIRST SNIPPET

romcom!AU

It wasn’t like Steve was pressed for time, seeing as he had nine days left of what was supposed to be a romantic vacation with his girlfriend of seven years turned fiancée. Nine days until he returned home to an empty apartment, one that he had never lived in alone before. Nine days until he was back in a bed that he had only ever shared with Nancy, nine days until he was sleeping in the vibrant, loudly-patterned sheets Nancy bought because she thought Steve would like them. He did, very much so, but now the thought of climbing into them single made him feel sick.

Taking the little, white satin box out of his pocket, Steve placed it on the bar and stared at it. How did he fuck it up so badly? It wasn’t like he was just deciding to spring a proposal on Nancy out of nowhere, and it wasn’t like this vacation was a surprise either. This had been months in the planning.

The ring itself took months of shopping to pick the perfect one; a simple silver band, with the stone inset so it wouldn’t catch on anything when Nancy was working, with engraved vines along the flat surface. They had talked about their future, and Steve had said he saw her as part of it and she agreed. They had been together for six years at that point, they lived together for five of those. Steve had moved to New York with her for her career and everything.

When the opportunity came up, he and Nancy discussed it and what it would mean for them as a couple. Steve loved the school where he taught history back in Indiana, loved the students and they loved him. Leaving them was gut-wrenching, but the way he figured it, he could teach history anywhere, that amazing students existed everywhere. The kind of opportunity that Nancy made happen for herself was once-in-a-lifetime.

Plus, being in New York meant he was closer to his parents which was a nice bonus, even if that opened Steve up for his dad prodding him to leave teaching entirely again.

Teaching in New York was completely different than what Steve was used to, though. The classes were bigger, the funding somehow less, and the students were jaded. Steve still did his best by them, and he definitely believed he was making a difference, even if it was just with a handful of the kids, but he could feel himself plummeting to a burn-out within a year and a half of moving.

The kicker about all of it? The vacation had started as Nancy’s idea.

Tagging the buddies I think'll wanna see this the most: @patchworkgargoyle @scarcrossdlvrs @indigohightide @steddieas-shegoes @steve-harringtits @mylilplanet @afewproblems @xenon-demon @inairbinad @matchingbatbites @starryeyedjanai @sidekick-hero @stobinesque @spicysix @thefreakandthehair

[steddie-there]

WIP Weekend Wednesday

I was tagged by @afewproblems to do a wip weekend - thank you for the tag, my friend! You consistently keep me on that writing train and you have no idea how grateful I am for it.

Sadly, my brain betrayed me, and I had the first migraine I've had in 6 months, so the weekend was shot, but fortunately, wip Wednesdays are a thing, too 😁

I have to go back to work today, but will be bored out of my mind in trainings all day, so please make me write!

I'd Fall For You Twice

Can't Take My Eyes Off of You

Paul Saga - Proposal

Steddie Daughter

Steve Vacation

Snippet and tags under the cut!

Steve runs his hands through his hair with a sigh after Erica heads for the kitchen. For an eleven year old, she sure makes a hell of a lot of sense. Despite the tear tracks drying on his face, he feels lighter than he has for the last two weeks. Erica was absolutely right that talking about it, going over exactly what Eddie said and how he was acting that night, would help sort through the rubble left in the wake of him breaking things off. Saying out loud to someone else the hurtful words Eddie had spewed before he left had made the other boy's insecurity so obvious, Steve wonders how he missed it. But then again, like Erica had reminded him, "being in the middle of getting dumped isn't exactly the most conducive to rational thought, Steven." That was the first time he'd laughed in weeks and he was grateful Erica had been the one to draw it out of him.

He also knows one more thing after his heart to heart with the young spitfire - he isn't ready to let Eddie just slip away from him. The weeks they'd been together had been some of the very best of his life; for once, he had been unconditionally happy and sure of what he wanted. He isn't about to let the future he imagined with Eddie go, not when he can do something about it. Now the only question is how to get Eddie to believe that he is all Steve will ever want for the rest of his life. Damn stubborn asshole, Steve thinks fondly. Can't just tell him, clearly, he'll need more than that to get the message through his thick skull. I wonder if…

He's startled out of his musing when a bowl and spoon are shoved under his nose. He glances from the ice cream up to Erica holding it out to him and tilts his head. She rolls her eyes, but doesn't hide her smile.

"Just this once, the ice cream's on me, dweeb. Better enjoy it."

Steve sniffs, pushing back at the tears he can feel gathering in the corners of his eyes again and grinning instead. He takes the bowl and spoon with an eye roll of his own. "Yeah, yeah, I know, don't get used to it."

"Damn right," she says, completely serious. But then she plops down next to him on the couch, leaning into his side as she eats from her own bowl, and Steve knows exactly how lucky he is to have Erica Sinclair as a little sister.

And no pressure tags:

@willowworkswithwords @scoops-stevie @sourw0lfs @panicatthediaz @steddieas-shegoes @ladykailitha @madaboutmunson @stevesbipanic @stevethehairington @unclewaynemunson

And anyone else to wants to jump in and do a wip wednesday/weekend, feel free to tag me in it so I can send you an ask!

[steddieficfind]

We got two suggestions for this one!

@maliayukimura said:

957 could possibly be "Rockstar Life" by alittleoff on ao3. It doesn't have the thing with Gareth making fun of Eddie's hickeys, but it does have Steve finding out that Eddie cheated through a tabloid and then dumping him over the phone because of it

On Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53623246

Anonymous said:

957 seems to be this one

On Tumblr: https://www.tumblr.com/afewproblems/710900090530824192/like-i-said-i-am-working-on-my-current-wips-but

Send us an ask if neither of these sound right & Remember to like and reblog here on Tumblr and comment, bookmark, and leave kudos over on Ao3!

looking for a tumblr ficlet(maybe?) where eddie and steve are in their 40s and have an argument. eddie cheats on steve on tour and Gareth judges the hickeys on his neck. steve finds out through a tabloid and divorces eddie over the phone. i think legitcookie reblogged it at some point

Request 957! Send us an ask if you recognize this fic!

[flowercrowngods]

Your sensory overload snippet is so beautiful and I'm so worried for them!

My vote for the WIP that needs three more sentences is your 'Who did this to you' piece -because that also sounds very intense in the best way! You have a knack for capturing these moments between characters. It's like you've collected a scene in a glass jar for us and we can see everything, turn it in our hands, bring it up close to our face to analyze. Can't wait to see how these turn out!

hhh thank you!! don’t be too worried for them, they’re gonna recharge together in silence and darkness and they’ll be better soon 🥰

and 🥺 hello?? that is the kindest most wonderful thing?? i’m?? 🥺😭 can’t believe you think that about my writing, thank you so much, i’m. hhh. yeah. thanks 🤍

who did this to you? wip

Steve’s just staring. Eddie isn’t even entirely sure he can see him, or maybe he did and then forgot, or maybe he’s fading and Eddie should do something, he should get help, he should—

“Steve,” he says, and dares to touch the boy when he doesn’t react. A hand on their knee shouldn’t make anyone flinch like that, but Steve’s whole body jumps, and then the shivers and the wheezing gets worse, and Eddie curses again. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I— Jesus, okay. You’re okay. I’m gonna, I’m gonna grab the first aid kit. And a blanket. I’ll be right back, okay? Don’t move, don’t… Don’t move.”

Eddie takes a shaky breath and moves to stand, nearly missing Steve’s mumbled, “Can’t.” It’s barely more than a whisper, hardly even a wheeze. It’s like he’s just breathing out words because everything else is too much effort.

Right. Right. This is messed up and Eddie’s panicking, but Steve will be okay. Because things like this don’t happen, not here, not today, and not to Steve Harrington.

Eddie stumbles over tools and tarp on his way out, heart racing in his chest and hands shaking as he reaches for his car keys.

(it’s more than three sentences but yknow me, i’m wordy when i wanna be! thank you dearest! 🥰)

[acidicbarkbeast]

wip wordsearch game

rules: share snippets of your work containing each of the words the previous poster selected for you (optional addition: if you can't find the word in your WIPs, or you simply don't have any WIPs, you can just write a sentence around the word) invited by: @afewproblems i never get tagged in these so thank you for making yours an open invitation!!! here goes! last two happen together, just my luck. answering to the words -> concentrate, loose, fire, bubble, giddy

concentrate:

He knew that the kids would never take it seriously, how could someone like Steve be so concentrated, each stroke deft and thoughtful, meaningful.

Harrington Senior would call it useless, a waste of time better spent elsewhere, an expensive waste of money too, something that would never return a profit either.

He already knew what his mother thought of it all, when she’d stumbled to the basement instead of the wine cellar. She’d said a lot of things that evening; messy, senseless, uncoordinated and unfocused.

Steve had never stopped. He couldn’t help when the words occasionally got to him, when the basement door would stay closed for days or weeks, but ultimately he never quit. The paintings filled every corner, every wall, some sitting unfinished on easels, others stacked against furniture or piled on top of each other.

loose:

“I’m just saying that it doesn’t make any sense!” Steve threw his hands up in defense, shaking his head as if to clear the conversation from his brain. Eddie wouldn’t be surprised if he had to knock some words loose from all that hair, “Is this guy even a real, actual myth? I feel like I would've heard of him by now, if he was so interesting and important.”

"One; real myth is an oxymoron." Dustin accentuated, “Two; I’m sure there are plenty of things you don’t know, Steve. There are lots of things even I don’t know!” He patted the older teen’s chest reassuringly, “It’s good you’re curious, though. Curiosity is what drives most if not all of scientific exploration. Think of it, if not for our inquisitiveness and persistence, we would have never made it to the moon!”

“Sure.” Steve eyed the kid, “Just… Don’t call me a moron, pipsqueak.”

fire:

“Trailer shower barely fits one person, sunshine.” Not to mention, Eddie had never really been with anyone before Steve, at least, not so seriously. There was no need to say it aloud, they’d had the talk before, early on, followed by what was quite possibly the most tender night of Eddie’s life, every touch setting small fires on virgin skin.

Leaning down, Steve nosed along his jawline, breathing him in, “First time for both of us then, if you’re willing?”

Eddie leaned back, a mix of playful and surprised, “You haven't?”

“Felt too intimate, never got that far with a girl,” Steve mumbled, though not sadly. He’d been speaking quieter than Eddie’s ever known him since his hearing really went out after the bats, always unsure of how loud he was truly being. It made pulling those wanton sounds out of him all the more thrilling.

bubble:

Once. Twice. Eddie reread the letter three times before the first period bell went off, stragglers hurrying around him. He didn’t know what to think of it. Somehow, he found the odd few spelling mistakes endearing where he once might have found them annoying. It was confounding, the sheer effect this had on his lonely heart

It wasn’t like he was being summoned anywhere either, not like sophomore year, when he’d been foolishly lured to the football field and sent home with a black eye. This felt safer, like a phone call in a bubble. It felt private. He had a choice in receiving more letters. He could say no with just the flick of a marker, no time lost, no bruises. He could say yes just the same.

giddy:

An urge which he absolutely resented went off like an alarm in his head. He was mildly horrified, finding himself inclined to indulge some baser instinct of himself, something he’d normally chide others for doing. He rubbed the pads of his thumbs over the paper, possessive, before bringing the letter up to his nose, and breathing deep.

The smell had a vice on him immediately, scarily. Too sweet for a beta, too savory for an omega, not sharp and pungent like an alpha might be. It was smoked maple wood and marshmallows. It was breakfast for dinner: sausage rounds, pancakes drowning in pecan syrup, salty bacon. It had his mouth watering right there in public.

Eddie wanted more, he was giddy with it.



This was fun!!

anyone who wants to do this can say i tagged them, idc :3 Your words are -> heart, ink, brave, offence, consider

[monstrousfemale]

WIP fic title game

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs (or as many peeps as you want, really- ‘tis just for fun!)

Tagged by @daysarestranger... Thanks for the tag ✨

I (shamefully) have way more abandoned WIPs out there, so I'm focusing on the active ones.

happens all the time – steddie – 27182 words (Working on this with my gf 🥹 I'm very excited about this fic... It'll probably be done in a couple weeks.)

listless, graceless – steddie – 468 words (sth that came to me in the middle of the night when I was a little high, we'll see what comes of it)

spideypool – steddie – 767 words (this one will probably never see the light of day even after it's finished)

ski resort case fic – destiel – 16757 (me and my gf have been working on this for over a year now, but it's been dormant for a while :/)

hard feelings – fem!drarry – 3077 words (old wip, but it's near and dear to me, I plan on picking it up soon)

seven days, nights, and inbetween – fem!drarry – 11243 words (I've been working on this one on and off since 2019, it's like a abandoned diy project I keep going back to)

way forward (pay for it) – fem!drarry – 8616 words (this one has been mostly finished for like a year but I need to edit it... I suck)

I'd like to (no pressure) tag @stevesbipanic @aringofsalt @toburnup @afewproblems

Also anyone else who feels inclined to do this ofc, plz feel tagged by me lol

[afewproblems]

WIP Weekend!

I have received a few requests for one of my WIPs and questions about whether or not I will be participating in a WIP Wednesday/Weekend (I'm so sorry about the wait on your messages!)

I have a free weekend to focus on my WIPs so make me write!

Childhood AU (In My Heart is a Memory and There You'll Always Be)

S1 AU Steve taken by the Demogorgon

Steddie Breakup Fix-it

Kas!Eddie AU

Ghost!Eddie AU

My previous Ask Box requests (I can feel them staring at me from my inbox)

My first post today will be for #3 to answer some of my previous messages for this fic, but if there are other pieces you want to see this weekend --let me know!

No pressure tags: @henderdads @steves-strapcollection @flowercrowngods @steddierthings @strangersteddierthings @outpastthebrakers @stevesbipanic @steddie-there

And if anyone else would like to join me for a WIP Weekend please feel free!

[afewproblems]

WIP Snippet from Difficult Days

This is rough, but I just had to share because I am kicking my legs up in the air at this interaction!

Shawn clears his throat, realizing just how close Lassiter’s face has gotten, “uh yeah, we have your back Lassifrass”.

Carlton hums, his eyes closing blearily for a moment before he looks at Shawn again, “you ever take your own advice Spencer?”

Shawn bristles slightly. 

“Listen, this isn’t about me, you're a striking man with strong features, eyes that I--that people--that women--” Shawn swallows harshly, ignoring the way Lassiter’s eyes trace over his rapidly heating face, all because of Shawn's stupid, big, dumb mouth.

“Women wanna do cannonballs into, you have great posture and uh, penmanship the likes I've never seen”.

“You're honestly a catch Lassie, don't be so hard on yourself".

“I'm a catch”.

“Yeah Lassie, you are”.

Lassiter stares at Shawn for a beat, his blue eyes almost seem to glow in the darkness of the pub and Shawn is so, so, aware of how close they're sitting now. He watches transfixed as Lassiter lifts his hand from his lap to reach up and trace a soft knuckle across Shawns cheekbone then down to his chin, slightly tipping Shawn’s face up.

Shawn feels himself stop breathing.

What. The fuck. Is happening??

Klaxons blare in his mind once again as a chorus of , ‘DANGER, DANGER WILL ROBINSON’, repeats over and over. 

“A catch,” Lassiter repeats, the words rumble in his chest. He smirks slightly, his blue eyes crease at the corners as he tips his face away to mutter something under his breath about catching someone. 

[afewproblems]

Ugh I've hit a huge wall with my Difficult Days resolution/final chapter. I know what I want to happen, but I'm not sure how to bridge the gap.

Anyone have tips on brainstorming or getting the creative juices flowing?

[afewproblems]

I managed to get a lot done with Difficult Days this weekend after really struggling with bridging the climax with the rising action, but progress was achieved! I wanted to get the final chapter out yesterday in honour of the first day of pride month but it's going to need a bit more work.

I've also got a few more ideas for Psych and Shassie percolating so I'll be excited to start those once this nearly 40K word project is completed. (Including a possible POV chapter or snippet from Mrs. Guster on Shawn and Gus growing up together, courtesy of @hippytater - sorry this response to your question is so late! I would be very happy to explore this topic!!)

[afewproblems]

98 for Robin?

98. "Hold me back!"

Ahhh thank you very much for this! I'm sorry it was so late nonny!

This is taking place in the same universe as this piece which you can also read on AO3

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"I swear to God" Robin moans as she smacks her head onto the counter, "I will walk into traffic if I have to explain the plot of Labyrinth one more time". 

Steve puts the money from the recent rental into the till and shrugs, "I dunno Birdy, I liked your take on it this time". 

She snorts, finally cracking a grin, "you just liked the look on her face when I talked about how half the movie is Bowie's package and the other half is Muppets". 

"Potato, Tomato," Steve hums, closing the till with a soft snick.

For a Saturday opening shift it had been strangely slow. 

They had their usual guests during the day, screaming children with parents who were clearly at the end of their tether. Irritating teens who stole as many snacks as their thieving little backpacks could handle. Movie nerds who asked for as many titles as they could think of before settling on something so obscure there was no way they carried it -or on the off chance Family Video did have it in their inventory, it was already checked out. 

However, with half an hour until Keith was set to arrive for the closing shift, the front door bell jingled harshly to announce a new presence in the store and in an instant Robin’s stomach falls into her shoes. 

Because Tommy Hagan and Carol Perkins have just walked in. 

Robin has dealt with assholes from highschool before, she had to wear a sailor outfit with shorts for her last job for fucks sake, but she’s also never gotten into a physical fight with any schmucks from her forth period algebra class. 

Steve on the other hand…

He’s on the other side of the counter all of a sudden, standing in between her and Tommy.

His expression seems neutral, but Robin can read the line of tension in his shoulders as Carol whispers something into Tommy’s ear.

"Welcome to Family Video," Robin says, her voice clipped and stony, "it's two for one Saturday and all the sections are labeled so you should be able to get in and get out". 

"Come on, we just got here," Tommy scoffs, he's glaring openly at Steve while Carol seems to be scanning Robin, watching her carefully.

"Boy, you really do have a type huh Stevie," Carol sneers from Tommy's side, "at least this one plays an instrument, she's just as stuck up as Wheeler though from what I remember".

"If you guys don't want to rent anything, then leave," Steve says slowly, deliberately with wary hostility.

"You're suddenly so fucking tough huh?" Tommy scoffs, stepping closer towards Steve.

Carol moves with him but her eyes widen slightly in surprise, she grabs at his arm and pulls just slightly, "Tommy--"

"I'm not going to fight you man," Steve sighs, running a hand over his face and into his hair, Robin watches as his shoulders droop ever so slightly.

She knows Steve has complicated feelings about his former friends, they'd known one another for such a long time and those old feelings don't just disappear.

He'd been hurt to see Tommy and Carol gravitate towards Billy so easily. To egg him on as he bullied Steve their senior year, the tables turned so suddenly it was like whiplash.

Well, Steve may feel conflicted about his old shithead friends, but Robin has no such compunction.

"He won't but I will," Robin blurts out, the words run away from her faster than she can even catch up to them.

Steve closes his eyes, his expression pained while Tommy and Carol both turn to her with equal looks of surprise. 

Huh, it's the first time in her life she's ever seen Carol Perkins speechless and it's glorious. 

Robin lets the thrill of it carry her forward until she's stepped around the counter to stand beside Steve.

“Yeah, Steve's gonna have to hold me back,” Robin snarls as she grabs Steve’s hand and places it on her own shoulder. 

Steve gives her a withering look as he mimes pulling a zipper over his own mouth.

"You let your bitch off her leash huh Harrington?" Tommy says with a lecherous grin as he stares at them both.

He lets out two barks and laughs again as he swings an arm around Carol's shoulder, her tinkling laugh joins his own and Robin can't believe this is even happening. Did she hit her head getting out of Steve's car this morning?

Fuck this.

"Funny stuff Hagan," Robin bites out, "your ass must be pretty jealous of your mouth for all the nasty shit it gets to spew in public".

"What did you just say to me?" Tommy snarls as he stomps closer, his ears have turned a ruddy pink that matches the flush crawling up his neck.

Carol tries to reach for his arm, whispering, "just drop it Tommy, let's go," but he wrenches away from her and continues forward, only stopping as a flat palm catches him in the chest.

Steve stands his ground in front of Tommy, looking down his nose with cold eyes. 

Steve told her about the last time he and Tommy had squared off. It was just before Robin spotted Steve outside the corner store while she waited for her mother to pay for their things, the aftermath that she hadn't thought much of at the time, but now…

Steve walks forward, using his height to his advantage to tower imposingly over Tommy, his face twisted into a vicious snarl that Robin has only seen one other time, underneath Starcourt.

"Get out, I don't want to tell you again Tommy," Steve says lowly under his breath, just loud enough that Robin has to strain to hear him. 

Tommy's eyes narrow as his mouth pulls into a sneer, "and what are you gonna do about it, you're not scary Harrington," he grins despite taking a step back as Steve continues forward, pushing them towards the front door. 

"I don't have to be scary, but I do have an in with your drug dealer and I can make it impossible for you to score for as long as you live in this godforsaken shithole". 

"You're bluffing".

"Try me," Steve whispers just as the bell dings again at the front of the store. Tommy doesn't look away from Steve even as Carol exclaims a small, 'oh', beside him.

Robin smirks and leans back against the counter, raising her hand in an enthusiastic wave towards the entrance, "hey Eddie!"

Tommy curses under his breath and wrenches himself away from Steve, just in time to see the murderous expression on Eddie's face. 

Carol takes the opportunity to grab at the sleeve of Tommy's shirt and drag him the last few steps away towards the door, they give Eddie a wide berth as they pass. 

Tommy glares at Steve and Robin the entire way, muttering curses under his breath as Robin blows them a kiss with her middle finger.

The bell jingles again as the door swings open and falls gently closed, leaving them in an uneasy silence. 

"You guys okay?" Eddie says quietly after a beat, he steps towards Steve, his brow pinched with concern.

Steve nods silently before turning towards Robin. She expects a lecture from the frown on his face but blinks in surprise as Steve pulls her into a tight hug.

"Don't do that again," he mumbles into her hair, she opens her mouth to speak, to insist that she doesn't need a babysitter like his gaggle of children.

"I know it's just Tommy," Steve breathes out as though reading her mind, "but I don't think I could handle it if something happened to you Robin, I mean it". 

And all at once the fight drains out of her as Robin wonders just how she wound up with someone like Steve Harrington in her corner. 

"I wasn't going to let them talk shit," she huffs, despite pressing even closer, she feels his head shake against her own.

"I can take a hit and I'm not going to let some asshole have a chance to go after you too," he says sharply. 

Robin rolls her eyes and steps back just enough to look him in the eyes, "remember what your annoying child friend said, if you die, I die".

She shrugs at the incredulous expression on his face, "what? Smartest thing that kid has ever said". 

"You're ridiculous," Steve whispers and there's so much warm affection in his voice as he squeezes her once more, that Robin has to bury her face in his shoulder to hide the sudden shine in her eyes.

Eddie seems to take this as his cue to move forward and let his hand rest on Steve's lower back, the pinched look fading slightly as he smiles at Robin. 

"Well, my original plan was to take Stevie here, out after his shift, buuut I'm thinking the three of us are in need of a night on the town, what do you say Buckaroo?" Eddie asks with a waggles of his eyebrows and a wide grin. 

"I'll come if you never call me that again," Robin says with as much of a straight face as she can muster.

Steve barks out a laugh as he leans into Eddie's side, "oh you've done it now Buckaroo". 

Robin squawks and flaps her hands at Steve until he ducks away behind Eddie who immediately shields his face with his hands. 

"You think way too highly of me if you think that's where I'm aiming," Robin says dryly, snorting as Eddie gasps and lifts a leg for further protection, prompting them both to collapse into a fit of giggles while Steve watches fondly.

They all eventually relax, falling into an easy conversation as Steve and Robin finish up the last of the morning duties. The tension from earlier fading away as Eddie sits on the counter top, with his eyes on the door, watching out, just in case.

[afewproblems]

WIP Weekend

Snippet of the now over 7000 word final chapter from Difficult Days

“Henry came to the hospital Shawn, while you were resting”. Shawn stills, the loose thread falls from his frozen fingers before he recovers with a huff. “I would have seen him, I wasn’t that messed up Lassie,” he says after a beat, “Henry isn't low key, he's not the type to bring flowers anonymously”. He hears Carlton shift, his chair creaks with the movement, “I may have..told him to leave”. Now that gets his attention.  Shawn turns to look at the Detective so quickly his neck stings in protest as the words sink in.  “You told him to leave…and he left. Henry Spencer? Are you sure we're talking about the same man?”  He raises his hand as far above his head as it will go since he's sitting down, “about yea high, stubborn as a mule, penchant for Hawaiian shirts?” “How many other Henry Spencer’s do we know?” Carlton asks with an amused grin.

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Shawn breathes in slowly through his nose to try and halt the rapid thrum of his heart beat but it doesn't seem to help,”you guys got me, great job,” he bites out, voice tight as Shawn raises a clenched first and presses the knuckles into his sternum, hard. “I need you to leave,” he says, turning away. “Shawn, if you would just let me explain--” “Gus is going to be here soon with an, ‘I-told-you-so’, which is an invitation only event so,” he points dismissively at the entryway, ignoring the lump in his throat. “Shawn,” Lassiter says, reaching out to grasp his hand only for Shawn to jerk away, just out of reach. “Just, go, I don't want to hear it “.

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Sometimes even angst needs some schmoop, like the complicated relationship between Henry and Shawn and how no body gets to talk shit about Shawn except Henry.

"Shawn rounds the corner of the Hall connecting the Bullpen with the individual offices, halting as he sees Lassiter and Henry talking just outside of Sargent Barts door.

“He's been a menace since he started, does some good work but he's got no respect for protocol or authority, god I don't know what the chief sees in that waste of space”.

He sees Henry stiffen at the words, breathe out a low laugh that has Lassiter grinning, but Shawn knows that laugh intimately and hears ‘Danger, Danger Will Robinson!’ blare in his mind as his dads posture changes. 

Henry leans in close to Lassiter with a cold grin and says, “you call my kid a waste of space again, Detective, I'll put you through the wall, are we clear?” 

Lassiter blinks once, twice, his face slackens in shock before he nods. Colour blooms high on his cheeks and the tips of his ears as he steps out of Henry's looming presence. 

“Crystal, sir,” he mumbles."