i'm meggie. i'm 36. i post whatever i like and whatever i'm thinking. littlemissmeggie {pink lucozade} is my sideblog and it's 1d/narry af. i love music a little too much and you'll never convince me that there is a show better than breaking bad. unless you argue "it's always sunny" or "3rd rock from the sun" or "buffy the vampire slayer." this blog's a bit of a mess but i have fun.
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For @astrangersummer week 3 prompts, flowers and/or hugs. Thanks to bananas and yesdanger on discord for the extra prompts to get me going. I have tried to get as many in as possible.Â
Summary: Steve wakes up in hospital after everything is over and canât quite believe how well everything has turned outâŠ
Rating: T. WC: 1460 Â CW: None. Other tags: Steddie, platonic stobin, angst, sickfic, hurt/comfort, temporary amnesia, fix-it fic, everybody lives.
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Steve flutters his eyes open and spies Robin sitting by his bed. Mascara streams down her face, and her hairâs a literal disaster zone.
âSteve! Youâre awake!â She grabs his hand. âYouâre gonna be okay. The doctor should be here any minute.â
Doctor!?! Where the heck am I?
His throat proves too dry for words. Robin garbles way too fast for him to understand and sheâs wringing his fingers ever tighter.
If sheâs touching me, I guess it can't be rabies.
His memory triggered, the shitshow slams back. First, the bats, the bites. Then everything that happened after, until they journeyed again into the Upside Down to try to kill Vecna.
Oh hold on, scratch that.Â
To fail to kill Vecna.
Staring blankly through Robin, he fixates on the terrible parts. Eddie lying bloodied and dead in Dustinâs arms. Dustin sobbing his eyes out. Max was pretty much lost too, and Vecna was alive, gone to ground, andâŠ
What happened next? Why am I in a hospital bed? Jesus, I was fine!Â
Thereâs one of those IV thingies in his arm. He shivers though canât tell if heâs cold or hot. The doctor arrives, jostles him, talks at him, shines lights in his eyes. Heâs not in pain, but his brain is all woolly, and heâs confused and weak and lost.
He needs a hug more than ever in his life. Robin peeps at him over the doctorâs shoulder, bouncing like a spooked bunny-rabbit, then sheâs gone.
Itâs all too much.
He quits, sinking back into the darkness.
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When Steve next pries an eyelid open, he spies Eddie breezing into the hospital room. Eddie joins Robin, who has moved to the window to pick at her nail polish.
Eddie is gone, which means⊠Oh, no, no, no, no, no! Iâm dead too? Or dreaming?
His throat is achy and tight. He closes his eyes again, hot tears welling. More memories trickle back.
âMake him pay,â Eddie had said.
He recalls that last, lingering look between them. The one that slammed him like a freight train, because... Wtf? For some strange reason, that moment doesnât feel like the end of a story anymore.
It feels like a beginning. Which is just dumb.Â
Eddie is no more.
He peeps again, watching a dude who is very definitely Eddie pouring bottled water into a vase of flowers on the windowsill. Robin seizes the bottle from him: âWhat are you doing, shit-bird? Those are silkâhis mom brought them. They donât need water.â
âRiiiight.â Eddie pulls a silly face, which Steve finds freakish levels of adorable. Suddenly, he wants to crush Eddie to him, tell him that heâs insanely happy heâs here, even if this is some crazy dreamworld, andâŠ
⊠he wants to shove his tongue into Eddieâs mouth and kiss him stupid.
Huh?
Steve licks dry lips. Most bewildering of all, he somehow knows how awesome kissing Eddie is. As if theyâve done it before.
More than once.
Eddie sneezes dramatically. âIf those flowers are fake, Iâm allergic to WASP chintz. Which checks out, I guess.â
Robin laughs, though itâs sad and nervy. He catches a glimpse of Eddieâs bambi eyes, and theyâre anxious, haunted, too. Then Lucas and Max walk in.
MAX? Sheâs in a coma!
Steveâs head throbs miserably from trying to make sense of this mad place.Â
He quits and drifts back to the darkness.
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When he next peeps, Robin and Eleven are sitting by his bed, sharing a packet of cool ranch doritos.Â
Which makes less sense than ANY OF IT.
Robinâs gotten real picky lately about sharing food. At least, with anybody but him. Heâs vaguely pissed, because these two hardly know each other. The way theyâre huddled on the same chair, like close buddies, suggests otherwise.
Yeah, heâs vaguely pissed. And kinda jealous. He sort of hates himself for being needy... but he really wants that hug.Â
Then another memory flashes back. Some alien desert landscape, with Eleven blasting Vecna with everything sheâs got. Eddie sprinting toward himâtailed by what looks like a medium-to-large demogorgon with at least a dozen extra flailing limbsâand Robin yelling, âSteve! Elâs got thisâhelp Eddie!â
He finally forces his eyes wide enough for them to see heâs watching. âR-Robin?â he croaks.
âSteve!â She leaps to her feet, nearly knocking El and the chair flying. âYouâre really, actually awake this time? Please say yes.â
Thereâs noise and confusion. The doctor arrives again, checks Steveâs vitals, then bitches that thereâs too many kids in the room: âIt should be family only,â she says.
âWeâre his family,â argues Robin. âHis parents only come during official visiting hours.â
Robin is allowed to remain. She helps him sip water, and then he says, âLook, I think was dreaming earlier, or off my head on meds, because I saw you with Eddie, and I know thatâs impossible, becauseâŠâ He swallows hard, mumbles the hateful words: âHe's gone, right?â
âOh my God, you donât remember?â
âJesus, Robin! Remember what?â
âWe won, Steve. Everyone lived. We even got Crissy back. Vecnaâs the only one whoâs history. If you hadnât got hurt, it wouldâve been the perfect revenge.â
This time, he manages to take more of her story in. He gets lost in the part where Robin and Dustin figure out time travelâsome crazy shit about the proximity of alternate dimensions causing rumples in the space-time continuum. The rest of her tale unleashes a slew of badass memories that squish all the terrible ones into the dirt. Instead of Eddie being dead, he recallsâŠ
âYou and Eddie totally slayed this nasty-ass demo-squid-monster,â says Robin. âIt got pretty intense, and when you survived, you had, like, an EPIC hug. Aaaand mightâve kissed. Then, later, you threw yourself at Eddie to save him from flying debris, then you rolled into a crater, and he wound up on top, andâŠâ
Steve suddenly recalls that moment vividly. Eddie straddled his hips, and his own hands landed not entirely accidentally on Eddieâs butt. Once theyâd gathered their breaths, Eddie leaned forward, swiped hair from his face, and whispered:
âAbout what you said to Wheeler. If you still want to win her back, thatâs fine, Iâll back off, but⊠just so you know, six kids is cool with me, Stevie. Not like we need to adopt. When youâre around, they simply rock up.â
âSo, yeah,â Robin says, ripping Steve from these mind-blowing revelations, âit took us half a dozen attempts to get things right. In the final boss-fight, it was just you, me, Eleven and Eddie. We were lost in the Upside Down for weeks, before we exploded Vecna into a billion disgusting pieces. Because you're you, you were closest, got caught in the blast. You lost a lot of blood, but all important appendages are still present and correct, including, um⊠any important appendages you were particularly worried about. Not that Iâm saying you were, but⊠Ugh!â She facepalms. âThis so isnât where I meant to go with that.â
He faintly smirks. âYou dug that hole, not me, Buckley.â
âNo need to gloat. Youâre gonna be fine. Everyone is going to be just fine.â
Itâs still too much to take in. One question bugs him the most: âEddie and me, erm⊠How far did we..?â
âI didnât stand there and count the bases, Dingus! Heâll be back in five. Ask him. But, you know, there was talk of picking out rings, getting matching tats andââ
âYouâre kidding?â
âA bit. Seriously, by the third week, you two seemed chill. Happy. I really hope you remember it all soon.â
He takes a beat. Warmth pools in his chest, because everything Robin says sure as heck feels true. He gives her hand a little pulse, and their fingers intertwine.
âRobin,â he says. âAt the risk of sounding downbeat, itâs all a bit too perfect. Iâm kinda worried Iâm dead.â
âOh! Youâre really, really not. Iâm all sticky and gross 'cos I was here all night, but⊠would a hug help?â
He nods, levers himself up a little, suppressing a wince at the effort. He wraps the arm unencumbered by the IV around her, and she awkwardly cuddles him. He rests his cheek on her bony shoulder, and breathes deeply, while she rubs juddering circles in his back.
Sheâs sweaty and clumsy and real.
âYouâre not dead, I promise,â she whispers. âIf you were, Iâd be so mad with you, after all that effort to fix things. Besides, you still got hurt, and we were all out of time travel opportunities. Long story. Anyhow, it's been hell, till the doctors said youâd be okay, and even then⊠Weâve been so scared.â
Her trembling shakes through him. He tries not to sniffle, but he can't seem to help it. Everyone survived. Eddieâs alive. Eddie and he areâŠ
His heart gives a crazy squeeze that says everything he needs to know.
âAs soon as youâre out of here,â whispers Robin, âthis summer is gonna be the best ever.â
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the real reason i hesitate to write steddie fanfic is because i know absolutely nothing about smoking pot and thatâs like 100% necessary in a steddie fic and i feel like researching it can only help so much but it wonât sound genuine and will sound like a 14 year old writing a sex scene.
âA woman on the bus today,â said Harry tentatively after a few moments of silence, âtold me- She said that everything would be okay.â
âYeah?â asked Niall, looking toward Harry with a curious smile.Â
âYeah. She said- She asked if you love Butterscotch,â Harry told him. âAnd I said that you do. And then she said- she said that everything would be okay.âÂ
Niall chuckled and his eyes softened. âWell, I think she was right, this fortune teller oâ yers,â he said, walking toward Harry and placing his hands on Harryâs hips. âEverythinâs goinâ to be okay.â
âShe wasnât a fortune teller!â laughed Harry, draping his arms around Niallâs neck, and he was so glad to feel that the tension had lifted. âShe was just a- just a little old lady.â
âMmhm,â hummed Niall in agreement. He studied Harryâs face, eyes taking in all of Harryâs features. âYer eyes are so green, Christ.â
Harryâs eyes widened, face growing suddenly serious. âShe said- she said, âYour eyes are just as green as hers.â Maybe she was a fortune teller!â
âGod, I love you, pet,â said Niall. He leant forward and kissed Harry, sweet and chaste.
âPlay me your song, Niall,â Harry whispered against Niallâs lips.
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