#buckington besties

[augustjustice]

In a regency AU, Steve and Robin and Eddie and Chrissy would be lavender married, respectively, and live in neighboring estates. Every night, Robin and Eddie high five as they pass each other walking through their adjoining yards, on their way to go and rail their one true loves.

[kedreeva]

Stranger Things | 3.08 The Battle of Starcourt

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I want to talk about this moment because it's really important to me.

What's just happened, to refresh everyone: Steve and Robin just drove Dustin and Erica out to the highest point in Hawkins so that they can attempt to contact Suzie and get the passcode for Hopper and Joyce and Murray to break into the secret Russian base. While they were up on the hill, they received a screaming SOS from Nancy and Jonathan's group at the mall, and Steve told everyone to stay there, where it is safe, and dashed back to the car to go high-tailing it back to the mall to fight the giant melted-flesh monster. Robin - who only found out about all of this like 2 days ago - who COULD have stayed where it is safe and no one would have blamed her, hops into the passenger seat, takes the harrowing ride back down with him, sits through him literally t-boning a car with a human being in it just in the nick of time to save Nancy from being smashed to death.

And then there's this. There's the two of them catching their breath, still feeling the whiplash, rightfully scared out of their minds that they wouldn't make it in time, and likely still reeling from having been captured, tortured, and drugged by Russians earlier that day. There's Steve, having heard her deepest secret, the one she thought he might turn away from her after hearing, looking away from Nancy to ask Robin if she's okay, first words out of his mouth.

And there's Robin.

Saying: "Ask me tomorrow?"

Three words.

Three words and it's the whole world!!! She could have said "ask me later" or "ask me when this is over." Later isn't long enough and who knows if/when this will be over. Ask her tomorrow. That's full of hope! It's "I'm going to stay" and "I want you to stay" and "there's going to be a tomorrow" and "we're going to make it there together." It's "I've been through so much I don't even know, but I will still want to talk to you tomorrow" and "I want you to care about me tomorrow still." It's "even if this isn't over tomorrow I'll be here to ask."

I dunno man!!! I just love this so much. I love this girl with my whole entire heart. She got tossed into the deep end and she didn't just swim she took home the gold fucking medal of ride or die friendship the whole way through and STILL managed to look him in the eye here and tell him in three words that he's going to still have her when the sun rises.

[ladykailitha]

Halloween costumes. I'm sure this has been done, but I don't care. Eddie, Steve, and Robin all dress up as Star Wars characters for the big party Steve is throwing.

The Party isn't sure what to expect, but it wasn't this.

Eddie, Steve, and Robin are dressed as the main trio in their outfits from the end of "A New Hope" . Eddie is dashing as Han Solo, his shirt buttoned up and a boxy black vest. Everyone had thought that Steve was going to be Han Solo because he was the good looking one.

But it was Robin and Steve's costumes that really threw them, though. Robin is wearing tight brown pants and black boots with a yellow leather jacket. Steve is wearing a white dress with a swoop neckline and billowy sleeves. He has on a wig that was styled to look like Leia's.

Do you see the vision? Do you????

[somebodytookmyusername]

a little word vomit about steve and Robin's relationship

can we all agree about Robin and Steve's relationship is just so surreal, like these two met in an ice cream shop, both are also working for the summer, which is summer is not very long. And the fact that they're so attached to the hip and ROBIN BY FORK'S SAKE CAME OUT TO HIM IN THE BATHROOM in which she trusts him that much to tell him. She might've been drugged but we sure know they're both somewhat sober when she pulled the IM LESBIAN card on Steve. Like we know that's her deepest darkest secret and it'll be understood if. she. was. still. high. BUT SHE WAS NOT SHE WAS SOBER, SHE HAS THE ENOUGH MENTAL FACULTIES TO STOP HERSELF FROM TELLING STEVE. and i am really amazed by their friendship because robin trusted the ex king steve who may or may not orchestrate a freak hunt for her even if somewhat high somewhat sober (YES JASON IM LOOKING AT YOU)

that's all, their friendship is top tier and i wish to have one. BEST STOBIN BUCKINGTON SCENE EVER.

[astrid-nomically-steddie]

Part 3 of my Steddie Mean Girls Au

Parts you should read first: Part 1 , Part 2

!!Mystery character revealed!!

"Chrissy?!? What are you still doing here?" Steve asks her confused on why she stayed.

"I saw how much you had to clean and you know how much Carol makes me clean. She says I love it so I'd figure I would help you." She replied, her bunny eyes looking up at him. Damn, she's adorable. If Steve wasn't gay he thinks she would be the first girl he'd date.

"Wouldn't Carol get mad at you?" He asks not wanting anymore drama than he already has. "Well, she's not here right?" Chrissy asks him looking around like a lost little lamb. Steve shakes his head, "No. I didn't invite her. She shouldn't be here." He told her still surprised by her want to help him when no one else did.

"Oh. Well then we don't have to worry right!" She says it so enthusiastically that he just melts. "Yeah, I uh I guess not." He smiles at her, "Where do you want me to start?" She asks looking around.

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"So, I heard about Tommy H." Chrissy says cutting the silence between them. "Oh! Yeah, um what'd you hear?" He asks voice filled with nerves.

Thankfully she doesn't notice, "Just that you guys had sex. I'm not judging you, I've had sex with lots of people." She says like it's a normal thing to talk about.

"What?!" Steve stops wiping down the kitchen island to stare at her. Poor, sweet Chrissy takes this as if she'd said something bad. "Oh, Steve I'm so sorry. You just asked and I didn't want to lie to you. I'm sorry was I not suppose-" He cuts her off.

"No no no no no. You did nothing wrong! Tommy is the one who lied to everyone." He says huffing when he mentioned his name. "He... did?" She asks confused. "Yeah, we didn't even make out for that long. I guess he was just annoyed because I ran out after two minutes." Steve replies as he throws away the paper towel he was using to wipe the counter with.

"You... ran out?" She asked deeply confused on why he would do that. "Yeah," He laughed, "I remembered that I accidentally ditched my friend and I wanted to at least see him to apologize but... guess I was too late." He said looking down as his brain 'helpfully' supplies him with Eddie's hurt-looking face.

"Why were you too late?" Chrissy asked intrigued in that puppy-ish way as she tilts her head. Then before he can reply she gasps. "Oh, my God. Did he get another person because you ditched him!" She asks eyes wide.

Steve laughs breathily at her and shakes his head, "No. I uh-. I just forgot about this art show that was really important to him." He sighed, "I totally blew our whole friendship in his face. God, he probably hates me now." Steve says looking disappointed in himself.

She looks at him sadly, well as sad as she can with that cute bunny expression she's always carrying. Chrissy puts her broom down and walks towards him. She grabs a hold of his hands that force him to look up at her. "Hey. He doesn't hate you, you made a mistake. I'm sure if you apologized to him he would forgive you eventually and then you guys can be friends again." She told him with an earnest and determined face.

Steve smiled at her for trying to help. He removes one of his hands to tuck in a strand of hair behind her ear. "Thank you Chris. I'll see if that works out." Steve tells her not wanting to burst her bubble. She beams at him and moves her hands away from his to wrap around his shoulders and give him a hug. He hugs her back.

After they're done cleaning Steve thinks she would've left by now, but instead she stays and asks if they can watch a movie together. He of course, wanting the company, says yes. They pick out '10 Things I Hate About You ' and make some popcorn. Once they get settled on the couch they press play.

Halfway through the movie Steve starts to fidget with Chrissy's hair. She notices this and asks if he has hair stuff, he responds with yes but it's his Sisters'. Chrissy asks if she can go get it and he nods saying it's ok because his sister never minded.

Immediately after she comes back from his sister's room her arms are full of different hair pieces. How did she know where his sisters room was? She puts all of the hair stuff on the coffee table. She moves to sit on the floor in front of him. Once her back is pressed to the couch she wordlessly grabs one of his hands and puts it on the top of her head. It's a funny interaction but he smiles as he begins to start on her hair.

He starts on the Dutch braid he knows will look amazing on her. After he's done with the left one, Steve asks her to hand him a hair tie. He ties the braid so it won't unravel when he's starts on the other side. Once he's done with the right side Chrissy hands him another hair tie and he ties her braid.

He adjusts the braid so it's nice and pretty:

When the braids are done he feels like it's missing something. Steve looks at the coffee table and sees two black ribbons that would look perfect as bows and he grabs them. He wraps them from the back to the front and ties them. Once they're secured on the braids Steve begins on the little bows.

He taps Chrissy on the shoulder when he's done. She turns to him and smiles sweetly at him. He stands up and grabs her hand to bring her to the bathroom. She looks shocked when she looks in the mirror.

"Oh, my, God. Steve!" She says slightly bouncing up and down in a way that reminds him of Dustin, Will and El. "I love it! This is so cute!" She exclaims, smile as wide as possible as she moves to hug him full force. Jesus christ, she's strong!!

When she pulls away from him she pulls him out of the bathroom and back into the living room. She sits back down but on the couch this time. "Let me do you!" Chrissy says excitement pouring from her voice. "You can try, not sure it would look or even work that good." He comments as he takes her old spot on the floor.

Some time later Steve feels a tap on his shoulder and assumes she's done. He looks back at her smiling face and nervously goes to the bathroom to look at the mirror. Almost instantly he melts. He feels pretty.

He stays there for longer than he should've. Chrissy gets so worried that she checks in with him to make sure he's OK. What she didn't expect was to see Steve smiling at his reflection and tears forming in his eyes. "Chrissy... I- I love it." Steve tells her with a watery smile when he realizes she's in the bathroom with them.

"Really?" She asks a little nervous. He nods and throws themself at her to hug her. Chrissy hugs him back and smiles. They stay there for a second in a soft embrace. After they pull back they stare at each other, hands in the other's hands.

They burst out laughing. Chrissy is confused but joins him either way. After they are both done laughing she asks, "Why did you laugh?" Steve looks away from the mirror where he was stuck staring at himself again. "Oh, no reason. Just.." He sighs, "Happy." They say smiling, looking back at the mirror. Chrissy looks at the mirror too in a matching smile.

Soon after they hear the door unlocking.

Dedicated to my fellow non-binary people and all fluff lovers. Thank you guys so much for liking this I actually started this randomly but I'm adding more parts since you guys like it so much.

[augustjustice]

The Ole Harrington Charm

AO3 Link

For @steddiemicrofic | Prompt: charm | Word Count: 548 | Rating: G | CW: none | Tags: flirting, getting together

Steve is in a dry spell.

Well��okay, it’s technically not a dry spell. He’s going on plenty of dates, he just–can’t seem to find that special spark that tells him this is the one. 

Steve’s starting to question if he’s off his game, or something. If his flirting is to blame, that might explain why things are all downhill from there. 

“I mean…what do you guys think?” he asks Robin–and Eddie, currently loitering around on a surprisingly slow Thursday afternoon at Family Video. “Is there something I’m doing that’s just–not working?” 

“As someone who was there to witness the millions of times you struck out at Scoops, I can definitely say that what you’re doing now is leagues ahead of whatever that was.”

Steve huffs. “It was not millions, Robin. And, yeah, sure, okay, but if I’m so much better now…why doesn’t it ever work out past the first date?” 

Eddie slaps an uneven rhythm on the counter, pushing up from where he’d been slouching against it. There’s a challenging gleam in his eye, the same kind he gets when he’s struck with an idea for one of his campaigns. 

“Alright, big boy. Lay it on me.” 

“What?” 

“Come on, wow me with those irresistible flirtation skills that had the ladies lining up for you back in school, and I’ll tell you how you do.” 

What’s he got to lose?

Steve decides to lay it on thick. Might as well pull out all the stops, and besides…Eddie always hams it up when he’s pretending to flirt with Steve. Turning around is fairplay, or however it goes. 

Leaning a casual elbow on the counter, Steve turns his most charming smile on Eddie.

“Hi, there. I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before. And I would absolutely remember a face like yours.” Shooting Eddie a wink, he reaches out and tugs at his battle vest, brushing his fingers against Eddie’s chest while he gets a “better look” at his pins and patches. ”Judas Priest, huh? Not sure I’ve heard their stuff.” 

Maybe not the best tactic with Eddie, but that’s what he would do usually, bring up something the other person seemed interested in. Long gone were the King Steve days of ‘act like you don’t care.’ 

”Why don’t you tell me about them while I help you find what you’re looking for. You look like a horror section guy to me. And, you know, scary movies make a great pick for date night. Perfect to snuggle up to.”

“Lame,” Robin declares. “And cliche.” 

“No one asked you, Robin,” Steve rolls his eyes, “Eddie’s the judge here.”

Only then does he realize Eddie is frozen in place, a faint pink tinging his cheeks. 

“Nuh–” Eddie swallows, his voice cracking in the middle of whatever he was trying to say. “No, man, the, uh…Harrington charm is definitely not on the fritz. You’ve got nothing to worry about there.” 

“Cool,” Steve brightens, before adding smoothly, “So, Saturday, horror movie, your place?”

“Good one, Harrington.” 

“Eds,” Steve reaches out, covering Eddie’s hand, “I’m serious.”

“Saturday night, huh? Alright, Stevie, you’re on. It’s a date.”  

They’re both grinning dopily when Steve does a celebratory fist pump, not bothering to hide it. Shaking her head, Robin laughs.

Oh, yeah. He’s definitely still got it.

[augustjustice]

Steve is so used to carting the kids around in his car with him that anytime he has to brake abruptly, he "mom arms" whoever's sitting shotgun, even when it's Robin or Eddie.

[kedreeva]

The funniest thing about Robin's "It shocked me to my core, but I like you, I really like you" is that it probably was shocking, but it shouldn't have been particularly unexpected.

I think that a lot of people see King Steve and the thought stops at "douchebag jock." And there's accuracy in that! We see him being a dick to people we like. We hear Robin talk about how he came to class late and made a mess where he sat and ignored her even though she was right there.

But the other side of that coin is the reason why it's easy for people in-verse to be obsessed with him, the reason that he's King and not a douchebag loner. It's not the sports, although that may help. But lots of the kids play sports. It's a little bit the looks, but he's not the only pretty boy in school. It's not the money, although I'm sure that doesn't hurt either. And maybe the combination of things gives him a leg up, but at the end of the day, even when he falls from favor in season 2 he still plays sports, he still looks good, he still has money. But people aren't obsessed with him anymore because of one reason- he's no longer giving attention.

Because when Steve doesn't ignore someone, being the recipient of his attention is electric. And sometimes that electricity is deadly and you don't want it focused on you, like when he breaks Jonathan's camera, but sometimes it is bringing light to your whole world, like every time he pulls Nancy in for kisses or looks at her like she's the whole world.

Steve is the center of attention in almost any setting he's in, and being his center of attention has got to be An Experience. And I imagine that trying to get into that sweet spot and failing is where a lot of the general "douchebag jock" resentment comes from. People scraping for a reason to dislike him (when actually, god, when he's NICE to you it's fucking amazing, best feeling in the world even back then), blaming it on him being conceited about being good at sports or having good looks or being a rich kid etc (and again, it IS those things, too, but it's NOT those things). And Steve absolutely capitalizes on his attention being a commodity for personal gain (social status, sex, etc), and THAT is where the douchebag status actually stems from.

In Robin's case, she was mad about Tammy only wanting Steve's attention (as opposed to Robin's attention) but imagine what would have happened if Steve had paid attention to Robin? Like at all? Tammy would have noticed her, then. Everyone would have noticed her, back then. But he sat right there within arms reach and ignored her entirely, to the point where he didn't even know she existed, and so no one else did either, and that brewed some resentment.

It is also the reason that Nancy was so... novel, to Steve. She didn't want attention. She accepted his attention, sometimes, when it suited her, but she a) didn't want all the attention he could give her and b) didn't want what his attention in public would give her. And he recognized that even if he didn't understand it. She gets nervy about going to a party with him, and he assures her it's just the four of them- her and him, and the two people that know about them, and he's welcoming to her friend that knows. He comes over when she's studying and is baffled that she actually just wants to study (and that's an entirely separate meta). After they've had sex, she gets spooky about it and he assures her no, he didn't tell anyone, and also he shushes Tommy and Carol when they're getting loud about it in the cafeteria. Nancy's acting like she's honestly a little embarrassed to be seen in public with him and that's WEIRD. Like yeah ok, getting his ass handed to him by Jonathan is what caused the burning building of Steve's self-perception to finally collapse, but it was Nancy that set the fire.

Robin saw him before it was alight, and what she's finding, when she finally gets to know him, is that it's still true; having his attention is still electrifying. It still lights up the world. It's just that he isn't leveraging it for anything anymore. He's just Like That; he just puts all of himself into whatever he's doing, and it's actually really fun and great when what he's doing is genuinely being your friend.

[augustjustice]

When they got lavender married, Robin wore a suit and Steve wore a dress, you can't change my mind.

[kedreeva]

For a poor COVID sick brain, may I give this prompt from a medicated dream scene I just woke from 😘:

Steve: “Yeah. I’m both-sexual”

Robin: “do…. do you mean Bisexual?”

Steve, nodding confidently: “yeah that’s what I said.”

oh my god I love you but please go back to sleep

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Robin let herself in the front door, pocketing her spare keys, and waving a thank you to Keith, who had not only swung by the grocer with her but dropped her off at Steve's afterward. He owed her, for taking Steve's shift on top of her own, and she had promised she would get Steve back on his feet as fast as possible.

She headed for the kitchen and ditched her bag before bolting up the stairs and straight to Steve's room. He'd sounded awful on the phone when he'd called in, and she'd worried about him literally all day. She didn't even consider knocking on his bedroom door, couldn't fathom why he'd shut it in the first place since he was the only one here, and froze when she saw the mound of blankets on the bed.

"Steve?"

The mound shifted like some kind of jello turtle, and Robin relaxed at the sign of life.

"I brought- uh, I brought you soup," Robin tried, a little louder than before. "It's still in the can, I didn't- you'd probably get sicker if I tried to make it from scratch. I got oyster crackers too, the little ones you like to just eat plain like some kind of heathen. And uh... some cold meds, because- Steve? Can you hear me?"

A sound emanated from beneath the blankets, which began to roil until Steve's ridiculous, floppy hair appeared approximately near the pillows. "Robin?"

"Yeah," she said, moving closer so he could see her. He stared, eyes bleary, hair awry, and face flushed and Robin's heart gave a little twist of sympathy. "You look like shit."

"Oh, you're real," Steve said, flopping back. "I feel like shit."

"I know, you called in sick," Robin said, coming to sit at the end of the bed. She didn't want to get sick, but she wanted to be there for him. "You've never called in sick. You once came in with a hangover so bad you spent the entire shift-"

"Stop, god, please." Steve flopped the covers back up over his head, muffling his voice. "I'm so fucking cold, Robin. I'm going to die."

She pursed her lips and got back to her feet. "I'm gonna go warm up the soup. That'll help, right?" Steve made some kind of unintelligible noise, and Robin nodded. "I'll be right back."

It took longer to find the can opener than it did to heat the soup, and a concerted effort not to spill it on her way back up the stairs with it, the bag of oyster crackers crammed under her arm. She wasn't sure that soup actually helped colds or whatever Steve had, but it seemed like the right thing to do, and it wasn't like she could just leave him here alone. He probably hadn't left the bed, hadn't eaten anything. She'd probably have to excavate him and make him take a shower.

Or not, she thought as she got back to the room to find Steve had excavated himself to the floor and was lying spread eagle in his boxers. She sighed, setting the soup and the crackers on the nearest flat surface.

"Steve? Are you okay?"

"You left," he said plaintively.

"And this was as far as you got following me?" She didn't mean it to come out so incredulous, but it was better than outright laughing at him. Probably. "Get up, you should be in bed."

Steve groaned and put an arm over his face. "I don't want to be in bed. I've been in bed all day. Alone."

"Well, now you're gonna be in bed all night alone, too," Robin said, nudging at his ankle with her socked foot. He twitched his leg and kicked at her half-heartedly. "I'm not feeding you soup on the floor."

"But you'll feed me soup in bed?" Steve asked.

"I'm not feeding you soup anywhere."

She nudged at his foot again and he twitched his foot back at her again, but he struggled to roll over and crawl back onto the bed. She waited until he was seated and at least somewhat stable before she opened the bag of oyster crackers and put it in his hands. He stared down into it with a frown.

"Not soup," he said after a few seconds, and Robin coughed to hide her laugh as soon as he looked up at her.

"Crackers," she said. "I'm going to go get a thermometer and frankly I don't trust you with a bowl of liquid unsupervised right now. So eat some crackers, I'll be right back."

She left him there, staring into the bag of oyster crackers as if it contained all the answers to the universe, and made her way to the nearest bathroom. She wasn't sure which one he'd keep a thermometer in, but she guessed the upstairs one, nearest to the bedrooms. A bit of searching proved her right. She tromped down the stairs just to make a little noise in the huge empty house, grabbed the cold syrup she'd brought, and returned to his room to find him exactly as she'd left him, crackers uneaten.

"Robin," he said, without looking up. "I think I like both."

She looked between the crackers and the soup. "Well, that's good," she said, moving to set the cold meds beside the soup, which she picked up and stirred before holding it up for him to see. "Do you wanna trade me, and then you can put some crackers in and have both?"

Steve's face screwed up. "What? No, not- not- that's not both. I mean, I-" He looked up at her, like she should understand, and she nearly fumbled the bowl in her grasp when she realized what he meant.

"Oh." She stood for a beat, and then: "Like both."

He nodded, and dropped his gaze away, back to the crackers, and hell, apparently they did contain some answers to the universe. "Yeah. I think I might be... both-sexual."

"Do... do you mean bisexual?" she asked gently.

He nodded confidently now. "Yeah, that's what I said."

It wasn't, but she was pretty sure she didn't need the thermometer anymore to tell her how high his fever was- the answer was surely very high, to the point she considered maybe trying to carry him to the hospital immediately. To the point where she was pretty sure he wasn't going to remember any of this in the morning. She sat beside him and gingerly tugged the bag of crackers from his grasp, replacing it with the bowl of soup, which he immediately wrapped his hands around like they were in the arctic and it was his only lifeline. She sprinkled some crackers over the top, and watched as he fished them out with his spoon, more eating the damp crackers than the soup.

She leaned against his shoulder. "I wish I could know what conclusions you would have reached if I'd handed you the soup instead."

Steve snorted. "It wasn't the- it wasn't the crackers." He shoved the two he'd fished out into his mouth and held the cracker-bereft bowl closer to her for more of them, until she obliged. "I kept having dreams."

"God that's even better," she said. "Steve Harrington fever-dreamed his way into a sexual awakening."

"You're making it weird," he told her, using the back of the spoon to push the crackers under the surface before scooping them up.

"It's already weird," Robin said, shoving her shoulder into him a little more for emphasis, and then: "Congrats, by the way."

He stilled, twisting a little to look sidelong at her. "Is it... is it something you're supposed to congratulate? Should I have-"

"No, Steve, no," Robin told him, shaking with laughter and dumping more crackers into his soup to distract him. "I'm just- you've just come a long way from the guy I sat behind. I like this you a lot better."

"Oh." Steve turned back to the soup and fished out a couple more crackers, but then just sat there with the spoon resting on the edge of the bowl. "Me too."

Robin smiled. "I think I'll like you even more when you're not delirious."

Steve chuckled, the sound turning into a cough he fought to suppress. "I think I'll like me better then, too. You brought meds?"

"Yeah," she said, nudging his bowl. "I'm not giving you anything on an empty stomach though. There are limits to my ability to nurse anyone and they stop at cleaning up if you puke. So, drink up."

He gave her a bit of a lop-sided smile, but he raised the bowl to his lips and took a few slow sips, and Robin clambered to her feet to get the meds with a smile of her own.

[kedreeva]

there's just something so good about the scoops troop crouching behind a large object in a dark hallway, a few feet from dozens of Russian enemies, while Erica (the 10 year old? 11 year old?) Steve just met explains to him that she saw where they need to go, Dustin tells him that could be a hundred things they don't need actually, and then... he looks at Robin.

Erica is the only one that saw what they needed. Dustin is the only one that knows about the Other Things that may be going on (with the upside down etc). But Robin... Robin is the Other Parent right now. When he looks to her for her opinion, and she looks him right in the eye back and tells him "I'll take those odds" he just... gives. He trusts her judgment. She's been in this for like a day, he's known her for like... a couple months tops (he would have graduated late may/early june or so most likely, summer job, its not even July 4th quite yet... I'd bet he's known her for a month or less in reality). And she's not, strictly speaking, all he's got- he knows from the last time that he can rely on Dustin.

But when she tells him, he shakes his head, he looks out, and he trusts her.

And a moment later, when they're facing down that Russian in the communication suite, they've been caught, it should be a fight... When Robin starts speaking Russian, and holds out a hand, he stops and waits. He lets her try. He's ready to back her play, ready to let her lead. I mean, it doesn't work, but I I just love that they're already just on the same wavelength, following each others' leads and shit. it's just so good. I love them.

[kedreeva]

They're never going on rollercoasters again huh

[kedreeva]

In Sorrow We Must Go (But Not In Despair) (2/?)

In Sorrow is a parallel sequel to my Upside Down King!Eddie fic, taking place in the Right Side Up. Steve and the rest of the team deal with the fallout after the battle with Vecna, and the upcoming battles they have yet to face.

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Robin curls up in bed beside him, facing him, and he curls until their foreheads touch, until their knees do. It’s not how they’ll sleep. It’s how they’ll trap all the secrets they have to keep, it’s how they make a tiny, safe space into which they can whisper things they wouldn’t dare tell anyone else.

“I didn’t think we’d make it this time,” she tells him.

“Not all of us did.” He can’t bring himself to say it, here. Eddie’s dead. They had failed to bring him home safely. Dustin had vaulted their counter at work that first day, and asked for their help protecting Eddie, and they had failed, and Steve can’t say it to Robin yet.

Robin lays a hand over his. She doesn’t say it, either.

“I don’t know how we’re going to face him again,” Steve murmurs after a few minutes. “We were already spread thin. There’s no one left to take Eddie or Max’s places, no one else we can call on to help. Someone else is going to get hurt.”

“More people will get hurt, if we don’t do something. More people will die. Maybe lots of them.”

Steve’s heart twists along with his hand, until he can hold her hand back. He doesn’t have to be anyone else, here. He doesn’t have to be better than he is. Robin isn’t Nancy. Robin is the one who pulled her raw soul out of her body and shared it with him on the filthy floor of a mall bathroom. He can be a schmuck in front of her.

“I don’t care.” Her fingers tighten around his instead of pulling away. “I don’t love those people.”

The pillow shifts a little as she scrunches up her nose, and she butts her head forward, the slightest bit of extra pressure. “Aw, you love me?”

(Read the story on AO3)

[kedreeva]

Guiding Light (7/?)

Who's ready for more Steddie Sentinel/Guide AU??

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“A farmhouse, really?” Robin says, smashing the silence with a hammer.

“Yes, a farmhouse,” Steve tells her, not ready to take bullshit over this. “It would be quiet, it would have space to spread out, we could even grow some stuff.”

“Steve, you killed your mother’s peace lily,” Robin pointed out. “Statistically that’s, like, the hardest plant in the entire world to kill, but you did it.”

Steve sighs. He had killed the peace lily. It was only slightly an accident. “There are a lot of other plants we could grow,” he says instead of admitting his crime.

“Like tomatoes?”

“Like tomatoes,” Steve agrees. “I could keep a tomato alive.”

“I have my doubts.” Robin kicks, heel knocking against the shelf. “You could probably keep a potato alive.”

“I could keep a potato alive,” Steve says, uncovering his eyes to look at her above him. “Ask the potatoes in my kitchen, they’re growing without any help.”

“Steve!” she exclaims. “You were supposed to throw those away!”

“Well, it’s lucky I didn’t! Now we can plant them at our farm.”

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