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i am happy to announce that I was a artist for this year's @sthbigbang event!
this drawing is based on the scene that @nautical-nova wrote for their event’s fic “One Last Race” starring our FAVORITE robot shard!!! And sonic too ofc
check out the other artist @larabar ‘s piece for this this fic too!
Link to the fic "One Last Race"
Link to larabar's art piece
I’m so happy to be working for my first big bang! Check out the fic and the art and y’all also check out the other artists and writers for the Big Bang too! I’ll be posting a BTS process of my art piece soon so look out for that one!
Pairings: Steve Harrington/ Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley/Chrissy Cunningham, Steve Harrington & Robin Buckley, Eddie Munson & Chrissy Cunningham
Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Chrissy Cunningham, Richard Harrington, Billy Hargrove, Jason Carver, Tommy Hagan, The Party
Tags: Gay Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Confident Bisexual Steve Harrington, Memory Loss, Strangers to Lovers, Lovers to Enemies, Enemies With Benefits, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), Professional Bull Riders , Rodeo Competitions, Sports Injuries, Bathroom Sex, Thigh Fucking, Jealous Eddie Munson, Jealous Steve Harrington, Possessive Sex, Biting, Closet Sex, Blow Jobs, Steve Harrington has Erectile Dysfunction, Sex as a distraction, Sex as a Thank You, Wound Care, Switch Steve Harrington, Switch Eddie Munson, Misunderstandings, Injury Recovery, Blood and Injury, Anal Sex, Lingerie, Wet & Messy, Hospitals, Anxiety Disorder, Depression, Angst, Fluff and Humor, Steve Harrington Has Bad Parents, Alcohol, Smoking, mixtapes
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After what feels like an endless journey of injuries and close calls, Steve's more determined than ever to win the Professional Bull Riding Champion title. But when a newcomer that goes by the name “The Freak” enters the ring, and Steve's left longing for love just as much as he is a bed to keep his demons at bay, the 2025 PBR season kicks off to a rocky start.
While tension in the ring wears thin, and the fire within their hearts only burns brighter, in the end, all it takes for that fraying tether to snap is eight breathless seconds.
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Swinging his arm around as if trying to prove his point, Steve regrets his actions immediately and finds himself being ushered to the en suite before he can manage a word of complaint.
“Sit,” Eddie commands as they reach the bathroom, pushing Steve towards the tub with a hand at the center of his back, “—and take your shirt off.” Feeling as if he has no other choice but to listen, Steve reluctantly sits on the edge and struggles through removing his shirt. Noiselessly, it falls to the floor at his side moments later.
Here and gone in a matter of seconds, Eddie returns with Steve's duffle bag and tosses it onto the vanity with an unceremonious thud. With his pants still undone and his stupid handcuff belt buckle clanking against the stone countertop, he rifles through Steve's bag—presumably in search of the first-aid kit Robin always manages to sneak in along with one of her sweatshirts.
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Several sips from his flask later, Steve finds himself slouched in his chair with a scowl.
He's not willing to admit that seeing Eddie and Lee making eyes at each other makes him feel any sort of way. But he’s not willing to just sit there and watch it happen either. What with the eye fucking and dirty jokes that surely everyone else is hearing, Steve's surprised that no one has said anything yet. Or at least told them to chill the fuck out. Hell—if it weren't for the table separating them, a dick would surely be down somebody's throat by now.
Rolling his eyes at the flutter of Lee's long, thick lashes, Steve takes another prolonged sip from his flask. Sharp and body-warm, its contents burn down his throat and dull his morals all the more.
He knows what Lee's like—fun, easy, willing—and he knows from experience that it doesn't take much to sway the man's attention from one eager opportunity to another. He's done it before, after all. And he has no doubt he can do it again.
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Amnesia | Strangers to Lovers to Enemies to Lovers | Enemies With Benefits | Misunderstandings | Jealousy | PBR | Ranching | ModernCowboys!Steddie |Background Buckingham
I can't wait to share this story with you all ❤️ It's been a labor of love, stress, and tears, but with the help of many friends it's nearly here! In the mean time, look beneath the cut for a M rated snippet.
A short while later in the kitchen where the music's low and his previous fake conquest is nowhere to be seen, Steve grabs himself a beer. He's only had one so far but if he and Eddie keep up whatever version of gay chicken this is, he might just need to start drinking something stronger.
He's about to turn around and leave to go find Robin when the smell of cinnamon and cigarettes sneaks up from behind him. Held still by anticipation alone, Steve feels frozen into place as Eddie slides up next to him and begins to pour himself a drink.
Too anxious to turn and face the man head on, Steve watches as those strong hands make easy work of the bottles in front of them. He damn near spooks when the timbre of Eddie's voice reaches his ear.
“Enjoying testing my patience tonight, I see.”
Cheeks flushing almost immediately from being called out, Steve feigns the confidence that he thought he had earlier and shrugs. “Don't know what you're talking about.”
Next to him Eddie hums, contemplative and begins to pour two shots as he abandons his drink. “No? So you had your tongue down Alice's throat for no reason?”
“Her name was Jenny, actually.”
“Oh, and you're going to remember that in the morning?”
He won't. He knows he won't. He just hopes that he'll be remembering something instead. But it's not like he can say as much.
“Might.” He shrugs lazily and sips his beer.
Eddie hums again, but remains silent, leaving the two shots of cheap bourbon sitting in front of them on the counter as he dips his finger into the one and supposedly licks it clean.
With his gut a mess of need and hunger, Steve wishes more than anything that he could have watched Eddie dip that finger into his mouth. But just as tonight has felt so carefully calculated yet somehow exceedingly messy, he does as he assumes he's supposed to and keeps his eyes forward.
Taking point in the conversation, he drags one of the shots over to sit in front of him. “You seemed to be getting on just fine with what's his name.”
He swears he can hear the smirk spreading across Eddie's face as he answers. “Just wanted something to play with.”
And for some reason those words sting. It makes him think of Albany. Of being used for nothing more than relief like he worried he had been. Like he has been many times before. He's so caught up in his woes that he somehow accidentally manages to voice them. He's just happy that his voice doesn't falter.
“Is that what happened the other night?”
He doesn't know what he'll do if Eddie just outright says yes. Part of him thinks he would just up and leave, but somehow the man manages to keep him hanging there by a thread.
“Depends.”
“On?”
“You.”
Jesus Christ. Taking his shot unprompted, Steve tries his best to hide his shiver as he pours himself another one.
Eddie's going to be the fucking death of him.
“You're such an asshole.” He laughs to himself as he takes Eddie's shot and finally manages to face the man.
Which really, he should've have known better.
With a single raised brow and his earlier concocted drink in his hand, Eddie taps the bottom of his plastic cup against Steve's zipper and his half hard cock. “And you're turned on.”
The rasp in his voice nearly has Steve in a puddle on the floor.
“Alice was a good kisser.” He lies through his teeth and swallows his nerves. She was mediocre at best, but that's not where his mind is at. Slipping into the memories of just a few nights ago, Steve can nearly taste Eddie's lips on his own.
Smirking and brushing a single knuckle over Steve's zipper, Eddie whispers. “Thought it was Jenny.”
“Does it even matter anymore?”
“You tell me.”
Careless as to if anyone else sees and lost to the moment entirely, not a single thought crosses his mind as he takes Eddie's drink from his hand and sets it on the countertop. Especially not as he proceeds to press the man's open palm to the weight behind his zipper and repeat the words only just uttered to him as if its a challenge.
The near painful squeeze Eddie offers him in return is answer enough.
Though it's the added pressure in his grasp and honey in his voice that rids Steve of his remaining anxieties. “Upstairs. Twenty minutes. Second door on the right.”
Steve doesn't have the chance to respond before Eddie gives him one last dizzying squeeze and disappears into the crowd with his shot.
