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Soooo...
Can we look forward to that 2025 run? 👀
Unfortunately, not this year. This summer has proven far too chaotic.
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@astrangersummer Week 18: Picnic
Their Roadtrip finally comes to an end, goodbye summer, hello fall
See their full Roadtrip of '86 series here
Written for a @astrangersummer.
She Still Wants More
Week #18 Prompt: Summer Fruit | Word Count: 448 | Rating: T | POV: Eleven | Characters: Eleven | Relationships: El & Hopper, Canon Mention of El/Mike | CW: Former Neglect at the Lab | Tags: Finding Freedom on the Outside of the Lab, Trying New Things, Pineapple: The Food That Eats You Back
It is sweet, and cold.
That is her first thought. Beyond that it is hard for her to describe. She has never had anything like it. Watermelon, Hopper had said. Do not eat the seeds.
El does not. She spits them out onto her plate, and just eats the stringy, squishy, red flesh.
She likes watermelon, she has decided.
Then he brings other foods. Fruits, he explains. Another red one, even sweeter than the watermelon. A strawberry. With lots of little seeds. These seeds, she can eat.
And even more seeds in the kiwi. Slightly slimy, but she still likes it.
But the spiky topped one, the pineapple, is her favorite. She eats and eats, even as Hopper warns her, and wants to take it away. She does not understand why. It is so good. Sweet, and tangy, and she likes the texture of it.
She cries, and he lets her keep eating it.
Written for a @astrangersummer.
Of All the Gin Joints
Week #17 Prompt: "I can't believe you!" | Word Count: 1938 | Rating: T | POV: Nancy | Characters: Nancy, Robin, Steve, Eddie | Relationships: Ronance, Steddie, Past Mentions of Stancy, Fruity Four | CW: Language, Alcohol Consumption | Tags: Future Fic, Bisexual Nancy Wheeler, Old Friends, And Maybe New Love, Getting Together, First Kiss
Nancy lets her eyes adjust to the darkness and flashing lights of the club. It's not exactly her comfort zone. But she watches as the men, and the women, move to the beat of the music that's bouncing the speakers, thumping so hard she can feel it in her chest.
She's never been anywhere like this, not really. It's not exactly her scene, never has been.
So, she finds a spot to stand in the corner, leaving a buffer, so she can take it all in. She always needs to study first, she never just dives face-first into anything. Unless it's an emergency. And this? Not an emergency.
This is just an unknown, an exploration of her sexuality that might be coming later than most. She thinks she should have done this sooner. Maybe not the club part, but the acting on her interest in women. But she didn't. Not the women, and definitely not the club, so now she'd like to know more before deciding to be all in on being a club-going person, especially at her age.
Watching, it's clear that everyone seems to be having a really fucking good time, and aren't paying any attention to her clinging to the shadows, like a wallflower.
She's about to maybe make a move more towards the center of the action, when she catches a glimpse of a familiar smile, and she steps to the side to see better, to clear her sightline, to really make sure. And, yes, it is Robin, bouncing, laughing, dancing with a guy, seemingly having a hell of a good time.
@astrangersummer Week 17: Sunburn
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A Stranger Summer 2024 - August - Week 3 : Sunburn + Stranger Things Sapphic Summer 2024 - Tanlines - 21.08.2024
I combined both the @astrangersummer and @sapphicstevents’s prompts again for a drawing of Carol and Kali. Carol decided to forgo the sunscreen and is paying the price for it. Thank God she had a doting girlfriend who takes care of her with some aloe vera gel. (Kali may or may not still tease her for it though 😉)
Sunburn + Tanlines - Prakins - 21.08.2024
Done using watercolors, ink pens, colored pencils, alcohol markers, graphite pencils and acrylic paint pens
AO3 post 1 / AO3 post 2 / DeviantArt post / Instagram post / Pillowfort post / Twitter post
@astrangersummer Week 16: Rain
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Firing on All Cylinders
Week #16 Prompt: Concert & Rain | Word Count: 3000 | Rating: T | POV: Jeff | Characters: Jeff, Goodie (Freak), Gareth, Steve, Eddie | Relationships: Jeff & Goodie, Background Steddie, Mentions of Previous Gareth/Di (OC) | CW: Language, Mentions of Previous Addiction | Tags: AU, Famous Corroded Coffin, 1990s, On Tour, Slice of Life, Jeff and Goodie are Best Friends Who Talk About The Problems of Their Other Friends, Rain Show, Road Manager Steve Harrington, Eddie Loves His Guitar and This Rain is a Real Problem
June 8, 1995
"Looks like real rain today," Jeff says, standing in front of the hotel window.
It's really fucking coming down here in Tulsa, so much so that Jeff can't really see much beyond the edge of the windowsill.
As his dad would say, it's going and blowing.
"Rain? You think?" Goodie says, then adds, "What gave it away? The torrential downpour?"
Jeff laughs. Asshole.
They've been lucky so far and haven't ever had to play in the rain, at least not rain like is forecasted for tonight, but that's clearly gonna end today.
"It's basically a hundred percent chance all day long," Goodie says from the couch, less snarky this time. He's reading the morning paper that had been dropped off at their room door.
Jeff rests his forehead against the cool glass, contemplating everything that is bound to go wrong tonight, now.
"This is gonna be a problem," Jeff finally announces, still looking at the sheets of rain hitting the windowsill.
"No fucking shit," Goodie answers, "Eddie's gonna be a real pain in the ass about that precious guitar of his."
time zones are my least favorite thing when it comes to fandom. it's not midnight in my time zone and I got up out of bed specifically to post this so it'd be "on time" but the post for the next week is up. i tried. this was all done in, like four hours.
Anyway, for astrangersummer's prompt of royalty au, I give you some stargyle.
no trigger warnings | 1435 words | gen | it's cute and silly
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For weeks now, Steve had trudged out to the woods. No armor, no weapons, and nothing of use because somehow he’d been roped into little more than babysitting the prince. Joyce didn’t often use resources on the heir to the throne and Steve decided to take this as a change of heart and not a put-whatever-man-you-can-spare-on-it job.
Jonathan was arguably the least fun member of the royal family, perhaps of any family. However, he was the same age as Steve and did his mandatory training in the same class as Steve. He was insufferable the whole time and not the way one would think. Pulling rank was far more expected than mocking the violence of the situation. It took someone special to belittle the training of those who kept him safe.
He didn’t really like to pull rank anyway. That’s what had Steve leaving the town limits and forging a trail at this point, walking through to the familiar clearing to check on Jonathan. Ensure he wasn’t involved in anything he wasn’t supposed to be or attacked by…witches whatever Her Majesty was worried about.
All Jonathan had done was dupe a poor healer (the sort who did it for the love of it) into thinking he was a regular guy and befriended him. Regular guy Jonathan who looks nothing like the royal family, nothing at all, and in need of a home. Someplace warm since he’d never known comfort, certainly not luxury.
The healer, a guy called Argyle, was too nice to point out the obvious and let Jonathan get away with the lie and taking up the spare room. He also noticed Steve wandering the woods daily, trying to look inconspicuous. Steve was about as good at sneaking around as Jonathan was hiding his bloodline.
Some days they let Steve in and allowed him to play pretend with them. Other days he was left outside to patrol the perimeter. Those days usually came after he shared a particularly embarrassing story about Jonathan. And, unfortunately for Jonathan, Steve had enough knowledge to ensure he never saw the inside of the house again.
Not that Jonathan couldn’t and wouldn’t return the favor. After far too many days of pushing each other too far and learning the boundaries (and one particularly cold and rainy day), they’d started to figure it out.
Jonathan wasn’t as bad as Steve remembered him, dare he say they actually had a good time. Sure Steve was here keeping an eye on him and every night he had to walk back to report that all was well but he’d have gone far enough to call Jonathan a friend.
Which meant they were both out there pulling bark from trees and pretending they were something other than what they were destined to be. That had Steve wondering all sorts of things he didn’t even know how to voice. Laying back home, retelling the day's events to Robin and wondering if maybe he was meant to be something else. Something more than a babysitter good at close combat.
It turned out Jonathan running away from home to play some cliche that every royal seemed to do was good for more than just the prince. Though, Jonathan had set out to have some more “real” experiences and find a friend. Someone, anyone who liked him for him, and he also got more than he bargained for.
Then again, so did Steve.
@astrangersummer Week 15: Royalty AU
Its Ren Faire time baybeeee
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Written for @astrangersummer, week 12
Prompt: not-date
Rated: M
Words: 1,778 (also on AO3)
Relationship: Steve/Eddie
Tags: No UD AU; Future fic; Record label owner Eddie; Waiter Steve; Sex work; Attempted non-con (mentioned); Protective Eddie; Possessive Eddie
Notes: Previous part | Part 1
Eddie has been fantasizing about Steve Harrington for as long as he can remember.
Stranger Summer Week 9
Alternate Meeting/ Where it all started + Sapphic Hellcheer
Short fic to come in the mean time enjoy some mood-boards for our girls and the covers that Inspired me.
(Two covers of Dirtbag I think are great below)
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For the final time this year...
Welcome to week eighteen!
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