#Stranger Things Writers Guild

[maxinemaxmayfield]

DOUBLE DRABBLE DAY!? For the @strangerthingswritersguild daily drabble prompts (plural!): chill / give in 700 words, teen & up (pre-relationship steddie, post-s4, recreational drug use)

CHILL

Neither of them likes being alone; Steve’s house is too empty, too big, too cold. Every corner is filled with nothing but the reminder that no one cares enough to be there for him, not even his own parents.

Eddie’s trailer, on the other hand, is too full. Ghosts haunt every corner, reminders of the people he couldn’t save, the ones he almost lost, and the hellmouth to another dimension that cracked through his fucking ceiling and changed his life. Sometimes it feels so crowded he can’t breathe. 

So they drive. They never know where they’ll end up. Sometimes it’s the movies, or the diner, or the quarry. Tonight, the weather’s mild and dry, sky clear enough to see all the stars, and Steve swings into a cornfield. 

Eddie tosses him a look.

“What?” Steve asks, driving far enough that they can’t see the road they left behind them. “I don’t wanna be around people.”

“I’m people,” Eddie points out, cocking an eyebrow.

Steve snorts. “You don’t count.” 

“Maimed!” Eddie crows, grabbing one of Steve’s hands from the wheel and dragging it to his chest, like he’s plunging a knife into Eddie’s very heart. The car swerves. “Wounded! Aggrieved!” 

“You know what I mean,” Steve says, pulling his arm from Eddie’s grasp to plant it back on the steering wheel. “I don’t have to think around you. I can just… chill.” 

Steve eases onto the brake to bring them to a stop, nothing but corn as far as the eye can see. He leaves the radio on, playing some shit he doesn’t actually care enough to listen to, and gets out to lean on the hood. It’s still warm. 

Eddie joins him a moment later, already pulling a joint from his pocket. He pats down his jacket, looking for a lighter. He’s always losing them.

Steve has one out and ready in second, used to it at this point. He extends the flame towards Eddie.

Easy. Routine. Muscle memory. 

GIVE IN

Eddie doesn’t waste any time draping himself across the hood of Steve’s car, hair spreading out like a halo. Stars reflect in his wide eyes as he stares at the sky like he wants to memorize it. 

“Ever wonder if there’s life out there?” Eddie asks around an exhale of smoke. 

“There’s enough weird alien shit here in Hawkins, dude. I don’t need to think about the whole universe.”

“Fair.”

It’s quiet for a while, just the faint sound of wind jostling the stalks around them as they pass the joint back and forth.

At some point, they slide down, sitting on the hard ground with their backs against the front of the Beemer. At some point, Steve realizes that he isn’t watching the night sky anymore. He’s watching Eddie’s tongue poke out from his lips, always moving even when he isn’t talking, like he’s having a silent conversation with himself. 

“Willpower,” Steve says aloud. Eddie turns.

“Huh?”

“Like, as a concept. Do you think people shouldn’t always do what they want cause it might be kinda bad for them?” 

Eddie laughs, a deep sound that quickly gets lost in the miles of corn around them. “You’re asking the town drug dealer if he thinks people shouldn’t partake in things that might be bad?”

“Okay, but what about… other stuff?” 

“Man, life’s too short. We’re goddamn walking evidence of that. If you really want something, crave something, fuck it. Give in.” 

So Steve does. He gives in. He closes the space between him and Eddie, reaches out to cradle his palm against Eddie’s cheek, draws him even closer and kisses him. 

It’s short, just the press of lips together, smokey and dry and chaste. When Steve pulls back, Eddie doesn’t move, eyes wide and jaw slack. 

Steve thinks he might have made a mistake. “You, uh… still stand by that advice?” 

“Advice?” Eddie asks, dumbfounded. 

“To give in…”

Something clicks into place behind Eddie’s shocked eyes. “Oh, shit, that’s what you were talking about?” 

Steve nods; can’t help but feel amused. 

“I’m really fucking glad I didn’t tell you to resist, then,” Eddie says, and captures Steve’s lips once more, with such enthusiasm that they both end up in the dirt.

[momotonescreaming]

STWG Daily Drabble

Prompts: Give in and chill

“I can’t do it anymore,” Eddie exclaims as he storms through the trailer door, wind blowing in from the Trailer Park behind him. He slams it shut behind him, running a hand through his now bedraggled hair. Rings catching on his curls, he groans in frustration, he rips his hand out of his hair and throws his bag to the floor along with his mechanic jumpsuit. Kicks off his shoes. “I’m done.”

Steve watches as his boyfriend stands there for a second, breathing heavy, looking down at his pile of things on the floor. He takes a deep breath, or he sighs, and Steve hums in affirmation that he’s listening. Tilts his head to see if he can spy the look on Eddie’s face.

Huffing, Eddie turns to Steve’s position on the couch, huffing, muscles tense in a tight line across his shoulders. “Work sucks. I’m quitting. I’m becoming a dealer again, that was easier.”

“No it wasn’t,’ Steve says simply. Feeling his lips curl up into an ever so faint smile.

“Okay, no it wasn’t,” Eddie concedes, before whirling around and throwing is arms up in the air. “But my point still stands! I’ve had enough of old men either telling me I’m a murderer or that they know how to change tyres better than me. Fuck them. I’m giving up. I'm giving in and out and around.”

He lets out another noise, a scream or a yell of frustration, clenching his hands tight. And then he releases. And Steve watches as all the tension leaves his body, melt off his shoulders and drip onto the floor. Looks up at Steve through his large wet eyes, bottom lip protruding just slightly as Eddie pouts.

Steve holds open one arm, making space for Eddie, looking reassuringly at the man. He slumps his way across the trailer, dragging his socked feet, before falling into the couch cushions. Snuggles into Steve’s hold, resting his head on his chest. Feeling the gentle rise and fall of it under his head. It’s soothing, so Steve makes sure to try and keep his breathing slow and steady.

He wraps his arm around his boyfriend, bringing him in close, before gently kissing him on the top of his head. Eddie sighs at that, melting further and wrapping his arms around Steve in return. He smells like engine oil and cheap deodorant. Of cigarette smoke, and of home.

“Fixing cars was more fun when I was doing it with you and Wayne,” Eddie mumbles. Clutches at the fabric of Steve’s shirt. “Doing it for work sucks.”

“Just take a deep breath, Baby,” Steve says, rubbing his hand across Eddie’s shoulder. Slow and soothing, a steady comforting weight. “Chill out with me for a second.”

“I can do that,” Eddie replies, voice mumbled as he presses his face into Steve’s chest. He takes a stuttering breath, and Steve can feel it from where their bodies are pressed together. Takes a deep of his own.

“Just relax, sit with me,” Steve starts, pressing another kiss to Eddie’s head. “And when you feel better I’ll put a movie on while you change into some comfy clothes. We’ll chill, relax, and you can tell me how much work sucked in great detail.”

Eddie snorts a weak laugh.

“That sound okay, Baby?” Steve adds, turning so he can look at Eddie, try and get a glimpse of his face.

Eddie’s smiling, a little weak and watery, but it’s there. “Yeah, I can do that.”

“Good.” Steve says, fondly looking down at his boyfriend. Gently resting his fingers under Eddie’s chin and tilting his head up. Eddie lets himself be moved, eyes wide and shining, eyes flicking down to Steve’s lips and then back up to his eyes again. God, Steve could drown in Eddie’s eyes. Eddie would let him.

Instead he leans into to kiss him, soft and gentle and exactly what Eddie needs.

[imfinereallyy]

13

discord drabble prompt: Friday the 13th

and a little bit inspired by @cranberrymoons drabble.

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"How many times has it been man?" Eddie sucks a breath through his teeth, jaw clenched tight.

"I don't know, I've lost count." Steve bangs his head against the cabin door. He wonders if he smashes his own head against the door hard enough if it will kill him. If it would restart them all over again.

"I thought maybe after the 13th time we died, it would have stopped." Eddie cups the back of Steve's head like he knows what he's thinking. Like Eddie can't stand the idea of seeing Steve's blood splattered against the wood, although this wouldn't be the first (nor last) time he's seen it.

"Why would it stop after thirteen?" Steve touches the back of Eddie's hand, seeking comfort. He can hear the screams of campers in the distance; it's okay. They'll save them next time.

"Well, that's the tale, isn't it? On Friday the 13th, in the summer camp near Lover's Lake, he'll take thirteen victims after he wakes?"

Steve laughs; he's pretty sure there is blood in his teeth. Eddie doesn't seem to mind. "Well, I can tell you we are way past 13 loops, Ed. I remember thirteen, actually. You died first that time. He slit your throat." The laugh dies on his lips, and despair fills his stomach. That was a bad one. Steve lasted longer than Eddie; he had to watch his body be dragged into the lake. Steve is glad they restarted that time.

"Hey, don't give me that face. We will get out of this. Maybe we just have to survive until he has thirteen victims. Maybe this will end."

"We can't let our friends or kids die, Ed."

Eddie has this look on his face that he knew Steve would say that. His look says he had dismissed the idea himself before Steve even answered. Self-sacrificing bastard.

Steve kinda wants to kiss him.

"What if...what if only one of us dies?" Steve says hesitantly.

"What do you mean?" Steve knows Eddie knows exactly what he means.

"What if I just die, and you get everyone—"

"No."

Steve sighs, "Ed—"

Eddie tugs the back of Steve's hair, "I said no. We will figure this out. Okay?"

Steve wants to believe him despite making his own plans in his head. "Okay."

***

[kikidoesfanfic]

Demogorgon daily prompt for the word Lucas on the Stranger Things Writers Guild! G

Assume the setup for this is Steve carrying Eddie into the ER all bloodied and heroic before eventually collapsing cause sepsis and concussions and such and such and ending up in the hospital as well. It's been a few days, Max is awake cause El, Eddie is cleared, things are great.

~~~

"-eel safer when you're around, even Mike." Eddie surfaces disoriented, hears a voice but can't quite place it in the moment of groginess with the beeping and the stark white room assaulting his eyes and the hospital smells burning at his nose. "You know he'd never admit that though."

A pause.

"Louisville beat out LSU by eleven yesterday, it was a pretty good game, I thought maybe we could watch it, I got my dad to... tape it... for me." Lucas, the voice is Lucas, wobbly as it gets towards the end. "The finals are tomorrow so, you should hurry up and wake up, you know? You're gonna miss it. I know Indiana didn't get very far but, you like Louisville right?"

Eddie cracks his eyes back open slowly, brightness of the room a lot less harsh the second go around, and looks over towards where Lucas is sitting. His back is facing Eddie and he's perched in a chair at someone's bedside, *Steve's bedside*. which, shit, the last thing Eddie remembers is... huh, bats, telling Dustin he loved him, Steve's worried face hovering over him.

So what happened to Steve?

"I have to go soon, Mom wants help setting up Max's room, she's gonna stay with us until she can get the casts off her arms, remember?" Lucas sighs, "I think she was hoping you'd wake up before she got sent home, it'll be hard to bring her to visit."

Eddie doesn't know if he should interrupt the moment, Lucas' voice taking on that wet quality that signals tears, Eddie's never been the best at dealing with tears. Hasn't been the best at dealing with Lucas in general really, which, he grimaces, is something he still needs to fix.

"Steve. Come on man you have to wake up soon. You promised to take me to see the Pacers, who else is gonna do that?" A sniffle, and Eddie can see Lucas wipe his sleeve across his face. "None of the other's even came to my game, but you-"

He sobs, a cut off quiet sound hand coming up to cover his mouth, and it gives Eddie time to feel like shit about that one before Lucas continues. God he was a dick about that, Steve had chewed him out about it too.

"I was on the bench and you still came." Lucas' voice lowers to a whisper and he adds, "you have to get better, Steve, nobody else understands like you do."

He stands, taking a deep breath to settle himself he grabs Steves hand, giving it a pat and then fiddles with his blankets so they sit just so.

"Dustin will be here in a few, I'll see you soon, Steve, rest up." Call Eddie a coward, though he thinks he's earned a few weeks leeway on that at the very least, but he quickly snaps his eyes shut before Lucas can turn. He shouldn't have heard any of that, it wasn't for him, he has things to make right with the kid but now's not the time for that either.

Lucas pauses at the foot of Eddie's bed on his way out, taps the railing twice before he goes on his way.

Yeah, they definitely need to talk, Eddie thinks as he opens his eyes again to look over at Steve resting quiet in his bed. He's got a few apologies to make, jocks aren't all bad, after all.

Ao3 link will go here eventually lol

[salamandergoo]

A lil something I wrote for the daily drabble prompt “closet” in the Stranger Things Writer’s Guild Discord!

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Jonathan spent a lot of time in the closet. Metaphorically, yes, he was queer and had known it since he was young. But literally, too. He knew how to keep his breathing quiet, even when he was sobbing. On the nights where his parents’ yelling was too loud, he could tuck himself into the corner of his closet and bury his face in his favorite sweater. If he was quiet about it, no one would know. As long as he choked out the sound of his crying, Lonnie would never find out and he could wring himself of the fear.

[withacapitalp]

For anyone who missed the first invite, Stranger Things Writers Guild is live and we're having our first community writing event today! From 6 (ish!) pm EST to 10 pm EST we will be doing sprints, maybe listening to some music, and chilling out 😎😎

This is the link!

[jeandejard3n]

Stranger Things: Lost in Hawkins

[rodeostarcody]

Wrote a thing for the stranger things writers guilds, daily Drabble. Today’s prompt was Rehab

[axquiva]

If I see one more post complaining about the delay in production for a show season or a new movie because of the WGA and critizing them for going on strike, I'm actually going to loose it. Look I understand. I'm pissed that we're probably aren't going to get Stranger Things 5 when we thought we were. But I'm not pissed at the writers. I'm pissed at the fucking corporate assholes who are the reason all this is happening in the first place. Instead of taking out your pointless frustration at a relatively mild inconvenience to your life, actually try and see what you can do to help the writers who are being unfairly treated, and the actors & crew members who might be in trouble with all this as well.

It's not the WGA's fault this is happening. So stop acting like it is.

[byler-alarmist]

I think we need to continue our efforts to be Very Loud about the WGA strike and put the fire under the studio execs' asses. They need to know that it's Their Fault we are pissed off, and They need to stop wasting everyone's time (and pay their writers).

[maxinemaxmayfield]

For the STWG daily drabble prompt: costume

“Whaddya think of my costume?”

Steve turns around to take in the sight of Eddie wearing the skimpiest white-and-black dress Steve’s ever seen, cut-out over the chest and thighs on show. His calves are clad in fishnet tights all the way down to his combat boots. Hanging from his throat are rosary beads and a silver cross, and there’s a coif and veil attempting to cover his hair, which is still managing to peek out in wild tendrils.

Steve’s hand flies up to his mouth, not sure whether to gasp or giggle… or maybe pounce.

“Are you seriously wearing that out?” Steve asks, not sure what he hopes the answer is. He feels a bit light-headed already.

Eddie turns on the puppy eyes, impossibly wide and shining at Steve. “You don’t like it?”

“I mean, it’s–“ Steve starts, and then tries again. “If you wear that, you’re going to drive me crazy all night. I don’t why this is doing it for me, but it really is…”

Eddie walks towards him until he’s face-to-face with Steve. “Yeah?”

Steve nods.

“Well, you could tear it off me now, but then we’d be late to the party. And it’s just inappropriate for a nun to be late.” Eddie clicks his tongue and pouts. “So I guess I’ll just have to drive you crazy.”

He sweeps past Steve, grabbing the keys to his van and the six-pack that’s on the table next to the door. When he glances over his shoulder and sees Steve staring, he drops the keys with an exaggerated, “oops!” and bends over, letting the dress ride up just enough to show the bottom of his ass cheeks.

There’s no way Steve is going to make it through tonight.

(Inspired by dan howell’s sexy nun costume)

[momotonescreaming]

STWG Daily Drabble

Prompt: Creation

If the spare room was Eddie’s — filled with amps and guitars and DnD books, desk piled high with half painted miniatures, and notebook upon notebook of his scratchy handwriting — then the garage was Steve’s. One half for the beemer, still in good condition, meticulously kept. The other half for his home workshop. A large workbench, a pegboard filled with tools hung in place, cupboard upon cupboard filled with anything he might need.

When they first moved to the city — into a shitty apartment with Robin — Steve said the freedom made him feel lost. For the first time he had the time and space to do whatever he wanted. No parents telling him what to do, hanging over his shoulder. No people who knew him, no people with preconceived notions. So Steve tried things out.

Joined a casual basketball team, took some night classes at the local Y and at the high school. Said the cooking classes were fun, but he liked cooking at home better. Wasn’t a fan of the knitting, but said it was fun to give it a go. The woodworking class however? Steve took to like a duck to water.

He was fixing cupboards and the loose board on their back deck. Made a birdhouse for that large tree in their backyard. Replaced both their bedside tables with his own handmade ones. Eddie could see how happy it was making him.

And then Steve started getting weird with it. Making odd little things he thought were funny, just because he could. Because they made Eddie laugh.

“Will you and Chips be alright if I lock you in here for a second?” Steve asks, leaning on the doorway  to the spare room, gesturing to the ginger cat currently plastered to Eddie’s side. “I’ve got a surprise.”

“A surprise huh,” Eddie replies, raising an eyebrow, as he turns to face his boyfriend. He’s still wearing his workshop apron, goggles pushed up onto his head, and he looks like he’s buzzing. Steve’s made something. He’s been holing himself in his workshop all week, spending hours there in the evenings, and decidedly not telling Eddie was he was doing in there. And now, Eddie’s assuming, it’s finally done. He’s also sort of buzzing about it. “Me and Chips will be fine.”

“Cool,” Steve says, already starting to close the door. He’s biting back a smile. “I’ll be back.”

“We’ll be here,” Eddie calls, shouting so Steve can hear him. He swears he can hear his boyfriend laugh, ever so faintly.

It doesn’t take long for Steve to come back — without his apron and goggles this time, looking entirely too pleased with himself.

“Get up and close your eyes,” he says. Holding out his hand for Eddie to take. “Come on.”

“Okay, okay,” Eddie laughs, easing Chips off of his lap and getting up from his spot at the desk. He takes Steve’s hand, calloused and warm. It’s comforting as he closes his eyes, and trusts Steve to lead him to wherever this surprise is without running him into walls. Chips meows at them as they walk, the bell on his collar jingling as he trots along side them.

Steve lets go of his hand, leaving Eddie in the dark, but he can hear his socked feet pad on the floor.

“Open your eyes, Baby,” Steve says, joy leaking through into his voice. He sounds like he’s bouncing in place. So Eddie does, blinking against the light, and sees Steve standing next to one of the most cursed things he’s ever seen.

“Ta da!” Steve exclaims, holding his hands out to show off his newest work. “My creation!”

His creation is a long wooden pole, square and sleek, with a round base painted black. The part Eddie can’t stop looking at, however. Are the hands. Wooden hands with adjustable fingers, affixed to all sides, littering the top half of the pole. Some have the fingers laying flat, one or two are flipping him off, one in the standard ‘rock on’ symbol.

“Oh my god,” Eddie exclaims, understanding exactly why Steve was sounding so giddy. This is hilarious. It’s everything. He wants it in their house forever. “What is it.”

“A coat rack made of hands.” Steve says simply, shrugging casually, as if that was a normal thing to say.

Inspired by this video by Evan and Katelyn on Youtube

[eightfifteen]

As weird as some of these are, i see potential...

(( though eden x steve is mostly because i realised there were suspiciously few straight options so i had to correct against personal bias ))

[annoyingexboyfriend]

writers deserve fair treatment, fair pay, and not to be outsourced by AI.

we can all wait for the final season, because without them there wouldn't be one

stand with them for as long as it takes

[kikidoesfanfic]

Barn Raising Demogorgon Daily

Demogorgon daily prompt Barn Raising for the @strangerthingswritersguild discord

/On ao3/

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"You know this is basically a barn raising right?" Dustin says, appearing suddenly at Steve's elbow as he's about to drill in a screw. "I read about them in this book from the library, it's a community thing."

"This is a greenhouse though? There's no animals going in here." He puts the drill down beside himself, decides against using power tools while Dustin is still right there being distracting, in favor of measuring the rest of the spacing out instead.

"Well duh, I know what a greenhouse is, but it's like a barn raising we're all coming together to build it." One day, Dustin is gonna roll his eyes so hard he'll be stuck seeing his brain, and Steve isn't gonna help him he's just gonna say 'I told you so' and call it a day.

"We? You little shits have been playing in the pool all day, Eddie has been 'supervising' and Wayne's the only one being helpful." Eddie smiles unrepentantly from his spot perched on a deck chair, not even bothering to defend himself, instead just lowering his sunglasses to raise his eyebrows and leer at Steve. Wayne though looks pleased as punch where he's stapling shadecloth to one of the side frames, immediately looking over at Hopper smugly.

"Hey," Hopper says indignantly from over at the grill, "I was helping, not my fault I was told to sit this one out."

"You staple gunned your shoe two minutes into using it, of course you were," Steve's voice raises a few octaves, Hopper was lucky he clipped his shoe and not his leg. God these people are gonna give him gray hairs before he even hits 20.

"I do repairs on the cabin all the time, I can build a goddamn greenhouse," he points the bbq tongs at Steve while he talks, accusatory.

"Apparently not with a staple gun you can't," Steve says, pointing back, "we are not having this conversation again."

"Okay but Steve, barn raising, they usually get a whole barn up in a day or two, this is practically the same thing," Dustin says, at the same time Max shouts from the pool.

"I said I'd take over with the staple gun but you said no, how's that my fault?" Steve turns, hands on his hips to stare down Max.

"You do not get to wield projectiles that can be used as deadly weapons we've been over this Mayfield, and Dustin, while it sounds cool for the last time this is not a barn raising."

"Maybe I'll just eat all these burgers myself, since I'm not being helpful," Hopper chimes in as petulantly as a gruff man his age is able, just to make Steve's day more difficult he's sure.

"That mean they're ready then?" Wayne asks, wiping sweat from his brow and taking a swig of water. They are due a break, the sun's beating down today and though Steve had bullied Wayne into sunscreen along with the rest of them, told him to set a good example for the kids, it's probably time to reapply...

He's really not beating the mom allegations, as Eddie would say.

"Yeah, food's up," Hopper says, following it with a grumble about dangerous grills and not being trusted with one of those either, before starting to plate up the stack of patties.

"Alright you heard the man, out of the pool go get your lunch," he says loudly enough to properly grab the kid's attention, followed quickly by a veritable stampede as they rush to beat each other to the food. "Don't run around the- oh why do I bother."

Steve waits, he'll probably lose a finger if he tries to get ahead of them anyway so he might as well take his time. He grabs his own bottle of water, swallowing a mouthful before pouring the rest over his face and neck, it's too warm from sitting in the sun while they worked to be all that satisfying but it's better than nothing. He pulls his shirt up, using the bottom to wipe down his face, startling at the wolf whistle of appreciation Eddie gives from much closer than expected.

Dropping his shirt reveals Eddie right in front of him, fresh bottles of water from the cooler and a plate with two burgers balancing precariously in his hands.

"My my Mr Handyman, looking mighty hot and bothered there," Eddie says with a smirk. "Maybe later I can do some... drilling of my own, hm?

He sticks his tongue out slightly, pinning it with his teeth while he waggles his eyebrows, and Steve is not going to admit this is doing it for him.

"You're a dork," Steve says instead.

"You're saying you don't want a handy, man?" Steve covers his face with his palm.

"That was awful," he groans, looking between his fingers at Eddie's smile, watches him lean in close.

"And yet you're still gonna let me-"

"Munson," Hopper barks, and they both turn to see the kids staring at them with varied looks between horror (Mike and Dustin) and amusement (Max).

"-let me give you this burger, yep, here's your burger Steve! Mmm what masterful grill work, would you look at that, it's time to go stand far away over there!" Steve shakes his head, chuckling as he stops Eddie's escape by grabbing at his fingers, Eddie's still just a tad nervous around Hopper.

'It's the dad vibes, Steve.'

"Come on Romeo, come sit down before you fall down." He tugs Eddie along by their joined hands so they can sit in the shade and eat their burgers, nudging knees and bumping elbows about as much contact as they can confortably keep in the stickiness of the heat.

When he's finished Steve looks at Eddie, looks around at everyone congregating in his yard. They might not be raising a barn, and they might not be all that helpful with the power tools, but they're definitely building something together.

[sade-alicious]

im actually so done

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