Blizz, 23, she/her, geek, scare actor, history nerd, queer, #1 Steve Harrington fangirl, Assassins Creed, Bacota on Ao3 **If you voted for Trump, leave**
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I love how some fics are called shit like "They Only Shoot The Birds Who Cannot Sing" and it's like the most insane porn you're ever read and then some fics are called Spit On Me and it's 18,000 words of the most achingly id-scratching prose you've ever read and they're both. They're both so fucking good. thank God for fanfiction.
The stereotype of the nerd girl taking her glasses off and suddenly she's beautiful, but in reverse. A cold tough mean office lady who glares at everyone until she gets glasses and suddenly becomes sweet, approachable and friendly since she no longer has a constant headache over not being able to fucking see, doesn't need to squint at everything, and actually remembers individual people by name now that she can tell them apart at all.
Imagine saying this to the Robin Hobb who published her first book while financially struggling as a waitress and post lady with 4 children to take care of alone because her husband was an offshore fisherman in Alaska
Robin loves Steve in a completely platonic our-souls-were-fused-together-in-an-underground-Russian-torture-bunker kind of way.
She really does but she wishes this man had more self-awareness of who he is and why exactly he can't just - "drop you off. Its raining and I'm already here, Robin. It's not adding to my commute if I let you out at the door."
"That's not the issue."
"Oh, so you don't care about the gas I’m wasting picking you up for school?"
She gives him a flat look, "No."
"Ungrateful youth."
"Okay, Grandpa," She cracks a smile. "It's not that I think you'd mind. It's that everyone else will mind."
Steve raises an eyebrow, "Why would anyone care that you get dropped off??"
"No one cares that -they'll care who is dropping me off?"
Steve is silent for a second - contemplating and also merging into the drop off lane - and then he asks, "Literally why would anyone care about that?"
"Because you're you??!"
"I’m me," He nods slowly. "Your coworker. Your friend. I’m not seeing the problem?"
"Steve 'The Hair' Harrington-"
"Hate that nickname."
"-starts dropping off a nobody girl from band and you think that's not going to disrupt the high school ecosystem? People will think we're dating."
"I don't even go to this school anymore??" Steve says. "Rob, I love you. Tectonically, or whatever. But no one is paying that much attention to other people."
"They are," She insists, "To you."
Steve shrugs.
He then reaches across her and pushes open the passenger side door because, "- oh look at that. The front door. Of the school. Where I’m dropping you off and, gasp. The world didn't explode."
Robin gives him a very flat look, "Don't say gasp."
He grins.
She grabs her backpack and her trumpet case, and tells him, "You're the worst."
"Feeling like the best right now."
"I hate you."
"No, you don't."
Robin doesn't even make it to her locker before being asked if Steve Harrington is her boyfriend.
While Robin is fighting for her life to convince people that she is not dating Steve, Dustin is telling everyone he sees that Steve Harrington is his best friend. Practically brothers. He's kinda like Dustin's sidekick actually.
#Steve is definitely going to lay on the horn to get her attention when he picks her up btw#Robin cannot catch a break because 'steve likes nerdy girls'#Steve goes through life thinking he's a nobody while everyone in Hawkins is watching him like their own personal Truman show#the only person who doesn't think they're dating is Dustin#and that is being he keeps trying to set them up but Steve will not make a move
#Dustin is 'best friends' with the coolest guy in town#and his 'girlfriend' lives in a different state#the only reason he didn't get beat up on the first day of high school is because Eddie swooped in (via @morganbritton132)
Post-Starcourt Stobin, who don't want to explain where their injuries came from to paramedics, decide to leave but also like, they need medical attention.
Robin got a cut on her knee during the final battle that won't stop bleeding and Steve is just...broken.
"Awe, don't say that," Steve complains with blood pouring down his chin from his reopened split lip. "I'm just..."
"Tired," Robin finishes for him when Steve trails off. He's doing that with frequency now. Robin thinks his injuries might be worse than he's admitting so, "Let's rest."
Robin's not sure where they're at but Steve says they're halfway to his house so, a little rest is fine.
She finds a door that's unlocked and a house that's empty, and that feels like a good enough reason to enter it and - "Find the first aid kit. I'll patch up your knee."
"On it."
Steve slowly sits down and Robin disappears down the hall. She scrubs off as much grim as she can in the bathroom sink, returns with the first aid kit, and joins him on the couch when the door opens and -
"...What's happening here?"
"We're...." Steve starts, stalls, picks back up to say "intruders" at the same time Robin blurts out, "Your friends! Here for the surprise part - did you say intruders?"
"What?" Steve, who definitely did, responds. "No. Why would I say that? I-"
"Hey," Eddie Munson cuts in. "What the fuck are you doing in my house and why do you look like roadkill?"
First of all, "Rude."
"To roadkill, maybe," Eddie crosses his arms. "Again, I’m asking-"
Second of all...
"Dude, shut up," Steve snaps at him. "I'm tired and everything hurts, and you're fucking loud. I’m trying to concentrate."
Eddie gives him a condescending gesture to continue but it's pretty clear that Steve doesn't remember what he was trying to do.
Robin jumps in to take over but..."What are we doing?"
Steve sounds so tired when he says, "I don't know."
"Eddie," She says, feeling the night hit her all at once and finally.
Finally, asking the one thing she's wanted since they fell down that elevator shaft, "Help us, please?"
Dustin finding out they’re dating because his bike tire goes flat and he’s walking home. But then luckily sees Steve’s car parked in the woods so he goes over to knock and. Oh yep they’re doing it. Yeah he’s scarred for life
Incredibly excited to reveal my project for my first ever @steddiebbang
Slaying Dragons in the Dark is a hurt/comfort fix-it fic that follows Steve and Eddie as they hide away and heal in House Harrington after the events of Season 4. It's part fix-it fic, part "make these characters confront their trauma" fic, and I'm very excited to get to talk about it now!
Also so happy to have @staymagical as my wonderful artist this year. Those book binds? Divine. I also have @spectrum-spectre as my magnificent beta.
Want a preview? Check out my summary and a snippet below:
Eddie Munson died. Heart stopped, bled crimson on the ashen ground of the Upside Down until he was ripped through the bony fingers of the Reaper, gasping for breath and writhing in pain. These new friends, new acquaintances, had adopted him as one of their own, and they refused to let him go gently into that good night. But when wounds get patched, and reunions occur, how do you move on when that same hell is still threatening to burst forth around you? When nightmares of teeth and tails and terror still haunt your sleep? When half of the town thinks you're Satan himself and most of them think you're dead? When the terror whose minions you died to and who your allies failed to kill is still lurking in the dark, growing stronger every day? When you are healing alongside a man that, quite literally, snatched you from death's clutches, dragged you out of hell, and made you the best damn cup of coffee you've ever had?
1986 may not be the year Eddie graduates, but it's sure as hell going to be the year he stops running, the year he grows, the year he survives. If not for himself, then for others. Because he has a whole new network of support, and they're hauling him kicking and screaming, hiding him away in the Harrington house as he heals from wounds both physical and mental. Maybe, in the middle of all this madness, he can find time to heal his heart, too. Or maybe, he just goes insane looking at the same handful of boring rooms every day with only Steve Harrington for regular company.
"You…you're all…you," Eddie starts, sad, wet eyes glancing up at him, head still drooped, "And I…I can't even sleep without being scared. How are you not scared?"
Steve stilled for a moment, brow furrowing in thought as he contemplated Eddie's question.
"I'm not scared," Steve started, Eddie huffing out a bitter laugh before Steve continued, "I'm fucking terrified."
At Steve's admission, Eddie lifted his eyes to meet Steve's, searching for an answer in his green-brown hazel eyes, "Every time, I think it's going to be over finally, and it keeps coming back. And at this point, I feel like Penhurst would have a field day with my brain."
Eddie grinned at his admission, lopsided where the gauze and tape limited movement, before it fell from his face, looking at Steve with such sadness, "Each time it's more of the same, but also each time it's different. It always builds and builds, and you'll have some weird fucking fears."
Eddie tilts his head in confusion, brows knitting together, "You aren't doing much to reassure me there, Harrington."
"You know the Byers can't put lights on their Christmas tree anymore?" Steve asked Eddie, who shook his head no before Steve continued, "Joyce…she used them to communicate with Will when he was in the Upside Down the first year, back in '83—had 'em all over her house. I saw it when Nancy and Jonathan set a trap for one of those monsters, kids call it a demogorgon. She had some ouiji board type shit on the wall with the alphabet, and strings of lights all along the ceilings."
Steve let out a shaky breath before continuing, "They…the lights flicker when those things are nearby. When Nancy pulled a gun on me to chase me off from the Byers' house…I was standing at my open car door, about to haul ass out of there. When I looked back…it was like a strobe light was going off. I could hear Nancy and Jonathan yelling, and some awful sound. I was fucking terrified. But I couldn't…knew I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I had just left them, you know?"
Eddie flinched at that, looking away, "Yeah, well, I did run, Harrington. After Chrissy…I fucking ran."
"The thing is…I did too," Steve rasped, voice dripping with disdain for himself, "Before Nancy could scare me off by pointing that gun at me, that thing…it dropped out of the ceiling and cornered us in Jonathan's bedroom. When it disappeared, Nancy yelled at me to leave again, telling me it was going to come back, and I fucking ran."
Steve looked up, eyes focused and piercing as he met Eddie's gaze, "Yeah, we both ran. But think about what you saw, what I saw? That's some horror movie bullshit that neither of us prepared for, that neither of us could do anything about. But after that, neither of us ran."
Eddie scoffed at that, drawing an annoyed glare from Steve, "No, you don't get to downplay yourself like that, Munson. You could have stayed in that boat when the vines dragged me through the portal, but you jumped in after us."
"Yeah, cause I was too scared to stay there alone," Eddie spat, voice filled with self-loathing.
"And when you went through the gate? Saw those bats eating me alive. You didn't run. You fought them off, alongside Robin and Nancy, with a fucking oar. And you saw what they did to me, how terrifying that place was. And when we planned to go right back in there to fight the thing that killed Chrissy, Fred, and Patrick? You were the second one through that portal."
Steve looked to Eddie, who was staring a hole through a spot on the comforter, chewing the nail on his thumb. Steve leaned into his vision, hand going to Eddie's shoulder to push him back gently, forcing him to make eye contact.
"You saved Dustin, man," Steve asserted, admiration and appreciation clear in his voice. "He told me what happened, how the bats came through the vents. They would have poured through that portal, gotten both of you. It would have blocked the rest of us from getting out. So yeah, I guess if you're being technical, you ran then. But not because of fear, but purpose."
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