Steddie centric oneshots + works
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[“But it feels big Robs,” he admits quietly. “It might not actually be a big deal, but it feels like a lot, trying to figure it out. Sometimes it feels like it’s more than I can handle on my own, and I don’t know if that’s even fair.”
“Well… that’s what I’m here for, yeah?”]
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Neither of them know what bisexuality is, but that isn't going to stop Robin from trying to love and support him. This is them talking it out.
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- Part 1 of Steddie centric oneshots + works
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["Does it ever bother you?"
"There's a lot that bothers me, Buckley."
"Steve. The way you act with him. You’re not hiding.”]
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Eddie explains to Robin, as best as he can, what it feels like to be cared for by one Steve Harrington.
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- Part 2 of Steddie centric oneshots + works
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"[And] Eddie, slack jawed with his own cigarette held frozen in front of his mouth, sitting next to Steve at the edge of the water, while Steve abruptly comes back to himself, his lighter still in hand ready to light.
The familiar words have already slipped from his tongue, hanging precariously in the air around their heads, and he cringes with a smile but doesn’t pull away."
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Steve shares with Eddie that pretty girls don't light their own cigarettes (even when there isn't a pretty girl around)
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- Part 3 of Steddie centric oneshots + works
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[The heavy guitar and steady drum beats look different, translated through the sway of Steve's loose hair, and Eddie wants to run his fingers through that hair, deliberately careful as he cards through the strands so that they don't get caught in his rings. He wants to be gentle.]
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Eddie looking at Steve while he loosely contemplates the two of them together OR my excuse to be a little self indulgent with some plotless stream-of-consciousness <3
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- Part 4 of Steddie centric oneshots + works
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[He recognizes the intent, can feel the blessing magic in his teeth, and lets it slip over and past him, the unbeating of his own heart clenching with something bittersweet at the echoing facsimile of the receding warmth. It dare not linger for the likes of him, once-dead-and-living-again.]
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Based on the prompt: "They look so small from here."
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- Part 5 of Steddie centric oneshots + works