#taking my grandparents love story and making it Steddie

[slowandsteddie]

Lazy Petals

AO3

Okay. This work is NOT completed. I cannot guarantee an update schedule because only the first chapter is completed. However, I DO have everything plotted out (assuming it doesn’t get a mind of its own) and the goal is to be 50k+ words.

This story is very personal to me. I’ve taken my grandparents love/live story and made it Steddie. The characters are going to be OOC. Just letting you know right off the bat in case that is something you aren’t interested in. Also, this is a No Upsidedown AU.

My grandparents were immediately obsessed with each other, but didn’t date until after they had graduated high school. Which means that while this isn’t a slow burn, it is going to be slower than the stuff I usually write.

I don’t want to give too, too much stuff away. There there is a post where I described the main highlights and asked your opinion on reading it. There is also a poll where I asked if I should start posting before it was finished, and I got a pretty definite yes.

I saved the divider that I plan on using for this series back when I first started talking about it. I have since lost my note that told me whom to give credit to. If you know who made it (or know how to find that information on mobile!!) please let me know.

I think that’s enough of a preamble. Without further ado, here be the CW’s and the first 3,489 words.

Content Warnings: Steve was hit by a car and in a full body cast for over a year - he makes a bowling joke about it, his parents are very distant, his grandparents got very distant after his injury and he doesn’t understand why, Wayne is very careful while babysitting to make sure that no one can accuse him of being inappropriate, mentions of his mom overmedicating him so he’s easier to deal with, mentions of how weak he got from being in the cast. And as always, let me know if I missed anything.

Steve didn’t remember much about that night.

His mother said that it was a blessing and refused to fill in any blanks for him under any circumstances.

His father, however, if he had drunk enough whiskey, would look at the six year old Steve as though he were a much older man and sigh before telling him anything he wanted to know.

Which meant that Steve knew that the car that hit him swerved in order to do so. (He didn’t know if the lady in the little blue car did it on purpose, or if she was a distracted driver. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to know that.) He knew that she had to have been going over forty miles per hour because the impact sent him flying at least a dozen feet before he slammed into that bus stop. He knew that the driver kept going and that at least half a dozen people ran to his aid and that one of the women had screamed because he was unconscious and she was so certain that he was dead. His little body was so broken and bloody and they couldn’t see him breathe.

He also knew that his father got to his hospital room before his mother, sweat pouring down the older male’s body as though he had showered in his clothes because he had run there from work. His mother showed up over twenty minutes later, all put together like she had taken the time to clean herself up before appearing. Something his father wasn’t sure if he could forgive her for. (This was one of the few times that his father would express just how much that he loved Steve, and he would carry that warmth with him forever.)

He knew that they had to revive him four times, that they had done twelve surgeries, that they had put him in a full body cast because nearly every bone in his body had been broken, including parts of his spine. He knew that his parents had been told that he would likely never walk again. He knew that a specialist had pulled his father aside to inform him that his brain wouldn’t develop normally after all of the trauma that it had been through after being smacked around in his skull. They’d have to be careful, and that they’d have to understand if he never progressed much past the age that he was now. That he could be in his fifties and still acting five and that there was nothing that could be done beyond what they had already done ��� remove a small part of bone behind his ear to help relieve the pressure and pray for the best while preparing for the worst.

And, while he couldn’t remember the absolute agony that he must have been in. He did have the descriptions that he used to tell his father. That there was lava in his veins and his bones were shards of ice cold glass threatening to tear him apart completely. His father had only told him that part once, with tears in his eyes. “There wasn’t anything I could do to help you, boy. I couldn’t take the pain away. I would have died to save you even a fraction of that.”

That was one of the few times that he could remember his dad hugging him. He had been so careful and gentle while pressing his face into his hair. He inhaled deeply and he cried. And Steve had done his best to hug him back despite the plaster that made it near-impossible to move his arms at all.

At first, Steve had thought that it was really cool to be stuck in bed all the time. He didn’t have to do anything. That got boring within a week and he still had at least a year ahead of him where he was meant to stay in bed unless he was in the bathroom or at a doctor’s appointment.

Even eating in bed, something that had once been unacceptable and even punishable before, lost its novelty pretty quickly.

He liked having his mom read him notes from the teacher and his classmates. He liked her reading him his homework assignments and writing down his answers for him so that he would still be on track. It made him feel like an important man, like his dad was going to be, with a secretary.

The thing is, though, that he really missed going outside. He missed playing in the woods outside of the trailer park where he lived. He missed going to his grandparents house with the pool and the stairs that he’d probably never be able to walk again. He could climb them, though, after the cast was removed. He was pretty sure. He might not have a lot of muscle left at that point, but that would just mean that he was lighter and had less to have to move anyway.

When Steve brought that up to his mother, her lips would turn into a very tight, thin line and something he couldn’t name would flash in her eyes. “You are not going to go to that house any time soon, young man. It’s best to let those ideas go.”

“But I miss Grandma Marty and Grandpa Pete, and they won’t come here,” he whined.

“The Harrington’s won’t come to the trailer park and you know that.”

“We’re Harrington’s too,” he’d say defiantly.

She’d leave the room at that. Effectively ending an argument that they had had multiple times before. But what else did Steve have to talk about? He didn’t really have anyone else to talk to either, other than their neighbor that he had taken to calling Mister Wayne.

Wayne was probably a few years older than his dad and lived alone in a trailer that had always seemed so lively despite the quiet man who lived in it. He always had the tv or the radio on when he was home and Steve lived for that. Because his window was always cracked open for the breeze, which meant the sound could drift to him as well.

It was better than the quiet of his house that only seemed to get broken up with arguments and slamming doors. He was so used to it, but he still flinched every time and did his best to pull the blanket over his head as though that would muffle the sounds.

Sometimes, Wayne would come to his window and read him a book that his own nephew liked. The Hobbit. Steve fell in love with the adventure of it, and Wayne never seemed to mind reading him the same book over and over, a few pages at a time while he smoked.

More often than not, Wayne was the one who came over to babysit once he noticed that Steve had been left alone. He never once complained about it, never once gave someone else the chance despite all the ladies who would come over with food. And wine for his mom, when they could spare it.

Sometimes, Wayne would talk about his nephew. He was a scrawny kid, a few years older than Steve, named Eddie. Had a dark mop of long curly hair, and eyes that always seemed to have mischief in them. They’d like each other, Wayne was pretty sure, and he’d introduce them the next time that Eddie came to visit.

Steve would want to ask when that would be, but he never did. He had Mister Wayne and that was more than enough for him. His dad was staying later at the office, trying to prove that he deserved that promotion that would get them the hell out of the trailer park, without his parents' money. His mother was getting into yoga and book clubs, and Steve was being left alone a lot. Because, what kind of trouble could he get into when he was stuck in bed? Besides, the neighbors could hear if he shouted for anything and Wayne seemed very invested in making sure that he was okay.

Steve never knew why the older man made sure that his curtains were always wide open and that his light was on so that others could see that he was reading to him, or talking with him, from a chair that was always at least three feet away. Maybe it was so they would know he wasn’t alone? He wasn’t going to ask about it, not wanting to chance scaring away the one adult who never raised his voice at him, who never abandoned him when things got hard like his grandparents seemed to.

Months went by like this. His parents not being home, his grandparents not even calling about him, and Wayne doing his best to fill in the difference despite his own job. The other neighbors would come on occasion, but Steve was very sullen with them where he would laugh with Wayne. That didn’t deter them from coming over as he would have liked, and begrudgingly he found himself becoming friendly with a few of them.

It was the beginning of summer when Steve was finally able to get the casts removed. His father took him to the appointment, and he tried to not be disappointed that his mother wasn’t there at first. By the time he was wheeled out to the front of the office, though, his mother was sitting where his father had been.

He did his best to not look at himself. He was pale and scrawny and kind of stinky from not being able to wash himself properly because of all the plaster that had basically covered him for over a year. Most of his bones had healed great, according to the doctor. He wouldn’t know because he still hadn’t looked.

His father came back from wherever he had been, paid the bill with tight lips, and then took Steve out to the car. His mother helped him into the seat before covering him with a blanket that he was grateful for. It wasn’t that he was cold, he just didn’t want the chance to look at himself yet. He wanted to do that when he was home, where if he broke down and cried, no one else would know. Or, he wouldn’t have to see them knowing in any case. And that was enough for him.

They stopped for ice cream on the way and Steve asked for a small strawberry cone. Strawberry wasn’t his favorite, but it was what Grandma Marty had all the time, and he missed her even though she didn’t acknowledge him anymore. Wouldn’t answer his calls, wouldn’t call him back. He didn’t even know if she got the letters that Wayne had helped him write.

When they got home, Wayne wasn’t home. Not for the first time, Steve found himself deeply upset by that. He’d never voice it. Adults had responsibilities outside of him. And he knew that he only got about an hour with Wayne a day, maybe two if he was incredibly lucky.

His father came to help him out of the car, because he had more muscle if Steve should happen to fall. He clung to his father’s arm with all the strength that could muster as he walked like a baby giraffe toward their trailer. Well, he called it walking. It was more like wiggling his lower spine and hips while throwing his legs forward. After maybe five steps like that, he found himself being lifted into his father’s impatient arms as he was carried the rest of the way in and sat on the couch.

“Thank you,” Steve said instead of complaining about not being able to use his legs. He had wanted to walk, to prove that he could.

His father simply grunted in response before going to the kitchen to grab a drink. The same way he always did when he was home for the night.

His mother was inside a few minutes behind them, having stopped to talk to a neighbor briefly. She looked at Steve on the couch and tilted her head at him with a calculating look in her eyes.

“Would you like a bath?”

“Yes, please.”

This time, Steve did get to walk on his own two feet to the destination. He was leaning heavily on the wall, almost gripping on to it with one hand as he practically threw himself forward. He was breathless by the time that he got to the bathroom and pain seemed to radiate out through his entire body, starting at his tail bone.

“You can have some meds after your bath,” his mother said gently. “And I’ll get you your refill before dinner, okay? So you don’t have to worry about running out.”

Steve didn’t think it was time to refill his medicine yet, but he didn’t question it. His mom was on top of it. He was a kid who lost track of time a lot.

He sat on the toilet and he watched his mom prepare the bath for him, knowing that she would only let him have the water a little above room temperature. His skin was sensitive and the steam wouldn’t be good for him with the medicine that he was taking. He couldn’t even have hot food without the steam making him nauseous.

Carefully, he was pulled back to his feet and stripped of his clothes before he was helped into the tub that seemed to be more bubble than water. He sat down carefully, wincing a bit as he did so, before letting himself lean back in the water that felt warmer than it probably was because of his weakened, cool skin.

He sighed in contentment as his mother washed his body for the first time in what seemed like years. He was nearing seven years old and thinking about years in the past, it would make his dad laugh if he shared that thought with him, an idea that made him smile.

His mom washed his hair, tilting his head back and using a hand to make sure that no soap got in his eyes that he had squeezed tight. He got to play in the bubbles for a few minutes, his dad standing at the door as his mom got him some comfy clothes and a towel.

It was his dad who dried him off and helped him get into his clothes.

“Thank you, Daddy,” he said softly. He knew he was expected to thank his dad for everything he did that was above and beyond, which meant he ended up thanking him for everything.

Steve was carried back to his bed, something that he would have whined about if he wasn’t so tired and in so much pain. He was tucked in and his mom came to give him some toast and juice to take his pills with. He knew he was only meant to have one, but he took both that his mother gave him anyway. He washed it away with grape juice and half of the slice of toast she had brought him.

“Thank you, Mommy,” he murmured.

“Get some rest, love,” she replied while kissing his forehead. “You had a big day today.”

Steve nodded in agreement, wishing that it could be that easy to just let the sleep overtake him. He closed his eyes as his mom left the room.

His father checked on him once a day, his mother gave him two pills instead of one, and made sure he at least had breakfast and dinner. One of the neighbors made sure he had lunch and new puzzles to work on, new toys to play with. Steve would wander around the trailer as best as he was able, and Wayne would read to him before he went to bed.

Days turned to weeks like that.

One day, Wayne wasn’t at work and both of Steve’s parents were gone. He wandered over to his bedroom window and opened it wide.

“Mister Wayne, if I can get to the front door, can you help me out?”

His walking was still unsteady and stairs were very difficult for him.

“Are your parents okay with you being outside?” Wayne asked sympathetically.

“Uh. Dad said I could as long as I either finished my puzzle or put it up first.”

Wayne gave him a knowing look. “Okay, you little hellion. But only because I know you’d hurt yourself trying to do it anyway.”

Steve beamed and closed his window most of the way before making his way to the front door. It was a struggle to unlock the door because of the latch chain, but he managed. Wayne was waiting there for him with an unlit cigarette hanging between his lips.

“Getting outside used to be easier,” he sighed before reaching out.

“Maybe it’s the weight of knowing that you’re doing something you shouldn’t be,” Wayne teased as he picked Steve up and set him back down on the ground.

“No idea what that means, but thank you for helping me pass the stairs.” Steve grinned widely, the dirt and grass squishing slightly beneath his toes. It felt so good.

“You’re welcome, brat.”

Steve giggled before doing his version of walking. He took maybe ten steps, very much aware of how closely he was being watched. His breath came a little harder from the effort, the times between walking so close together. Shakily, he sat down as carefully as he was able. Movement caught his attention and made his head snap up to look toward Wayne’s trailer.

“You gotta ghost!” He exclaimed.

Wayne laughed at that, shaking his head. “That’s the nephew I’ve been telling you about. He’s staying with me for awhile. Treat him like a skittish cat until he’s used to ya, and I’m sure y’all would be good friends.”

“Eddie,” Steve said happily. “Can he come out so I can meet him?”

“I’ll send him out after I smoke my cigarette,” he said as he put more distance between them before lighting up.

“Thank you!”

Steve laid down flat on the grass, spreading his arms and legs out as much as he could without the pain becoming unbearable. It wasn’t very far, but he didn’t care. He got to grip the green strands in his fingers. He got to feel the light and heat of the sun soaking into his skin and settling into his bones. He was beyond convinced that the bright yellow thing in the sky was much more healing than the meds that made him feel tingly from his head to his toes.

He must have fallen asleep like that, because next thing he knew he was being awoken by a toe nudging his shoulder. His eyes flashed open and he was met by the most dark, beautiful brown eyes he had ever seen.

“Uncle Wayne said you just got released from the mummy’s curse.”

“He said that?”

“Well. He said your name was Steve and you just got a full body cast removed a few weeks ago.”

“That sounds more like him.”

“So…What happened?”

“A lady tried to go bowling with me and her car. The only pin she knocked down was me.”

Eddie snorted. “Shoulda planted your feet more firmly, she woulda gotten a strike.”

Steve’s lips tugged into the widest smile that he had ever had on his face. “My parents don’t like it when I joke about it.”

“Parents are stupid.”

“Yeah. How long are you stayin’?”

“As long as I can.”

Steve hummed in thought. “You any good at reading out loud?”

“Depends. What book?”

“The Hobbit.”

Eddie’s entire face lit up, his huge smile showing off the chipped front tooth. “My favorite book in the entire world? Yeah, I’m pretty good at reading it out loud.”

“We should read to each other. I have troubles with some words, but I am trying.”

“I’d like having someone to read and play with.”

“Oh, uh. Playing is hard for me right now. I’m still trying to get my strength back.”

“It’s okay. We read The Hobbit, we gotta have a pretty good imagination. We can pretend to play.”

Steve blushed and looked away. He never had someone his own age willing to work around his limitations before.

“I heard about a game with dice where we can talk out stuff and the dice decide how well it goes,” Steve said suddenly.

“Dungeons and Dragons!” Eddie apparently decided that he was tired of standing because he flopped down next to him at that. He rolled around in the grass before eventually settling on his side, propping his head up on his hand. “I can find a way to make that work with just two people.”

“Oh.”

“Turn that frown upside down, friend. I like a challenge. We’ll make this work because it sounds like fun.”

Steve beamed.

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[slowandsteddie]

It’s three am and I just had the most wonderful idea because I am Awake and missing my grandma something fierce. Aka, woke up crying because I had a dream about her… Anyway.

I’m gonna write a Steddie thing based on my grandparents love story. Because, honestly, it’s a great fucking story and more people need to know it but like… I would feel weird writing about my grandparents.

But, like, imagine if you will, Steve and Eddie taking each other to their respective dates just to make sure that they get there safely. Steve and Eddie picking the other one up to save them from bad dates, whether it’s just boring or they’re actually scared. Steve and Eddie being best friends who grew up next to each other, spending so much time together that people think that they should just date themselves. Steve’s mom commenting, “he always walks you to the door, but never kisses you goodnight. Steve whining, “I know.” A few days later, Eddie saying “we should just cut out the other people, and try going on a date ourselves,” and Steve laughing because he can’t picture them together. No matter how much he wants it. But a few months later, Steve shows up at the garage where Eddie works looking his absolute best, and saying “I’m ready for that date now, big boy.” And Eddie is just covered in grease and oil, an engine spread out on the work bench, asking “Can I shower first?” Only Steve is grinning like a little shit, “nope. Right now, Edward Munson. Or you’ll miss your chance.” And Eddie looks to his boss who tells him, “just this once, love gets to win in my shop. Get the fuck out of here.” Then Steve takes Eddie to the fanciest place that they have in that small town and they get so many dirty looks but neither of them care, they’re having so much fun and falling so in love and both are wondering why it took them so long to get here. That night, Steve finally letting Eddie into his room for the first time in months because he doesn’t have to be ashamed anymore. Tommy had written “Eddie Munson” all over Steve’s ceiling and they have similar handwriting. Eddie noticing and grinning, “so you have liked me this whole time, huh?” And Steve just blushing so pretty while smacking him with a pillow like “Hagen has a crush on you. He brainwashed me into having one, too, because I’ve had to stare at your name for months.” And Eddie just “I should send him flowers,” only to be tackled to the bed where they finally, Finally, fucking kiss.

Anyway, let me know if you wanna read the extended version pls and thanks.

[slowandsteddie]

I have the first chapter done, it’s how they met.

I have the story all mapped out, I’ve just been having issues actually Writing the thing. But, I do have the second part started.

But, uh, synopsis: my grandparents love story turned Steddie, basically.

[slowandsteddie]

WIP Wednesday…

…with a twist!

For every note that this post gets, I will write one paragraph in my current Big Project! (If this gets under fifty notes, I’ll write 2-3 paragraphs per instead of just one.)

I just posted the first part of Lazy Petals here and on AO3. I’m not very far into the second part, but I’m hoping to change that.

On Thursday, I’ll reblog this post with my favorite paragraph/scene as well as a word count for the day.

Also… I’m not posting this like 3 hours before midnight PST because I’m excited about this idea.

ETA: put replies! Even just a dot. As many as you want!! Go crazy with it!!

[slowandsteddie]

yknow what? lazy petals too. why not. i need it all.

Sorry for the delay in answering… enjoy some dialogue.

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“Uncle Wayne said you just got released from the mummy’s curse.”

“He said that?”

“Well. He said your name was Steve and you just got a full body cast removed a few weeks ago.”

“That sounds more like him.”

“So…What happened?”

“A lady tried to go bowling with me and her car. The only pin she knocked down was me.”

Eddie snorted. “Shoulda planted your feet more firmly, she woulda gotten a strike.”

Steve’s lips tugged into the widest smile that he had ever had on his face. “My parents don’t like it when I joke about it.”

“Parents are stupid.”

“Yeah. How long are you stayin’?”

“As long as I can.”

Steve hummed in thought. “You any good at reading out loud?”

“Depends. What book?”

“The Hobbit.”

Eddie’s entire face lit up, his huge smile showing off the chipped front tooth. “My favorite book in the entire world? Yeah, I’m pretty good at reading it out loud.”

[slowandsteddie]

and I don't know if I've ever asked about "Lazy Petals" but I'd like to know more about that, too.

Sorry for the delay… enjoy some dialogue.

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“We should read to each other. I have troubles with some words, but I am trying.”

“I’d like having someone to read and play with.”

“Oh, uh. Playing is hard for me right now. I’m still trying to get my strength back.”

“It’s okay. We read The Hobbit, we gotta have a pretty good imagination. We can pretend to play.”

Steve blushed and looked away. He never had someone his own age willing to work around his limitations before.

“I heard about a game with dice where we can talk out stuff and the dice decide how well it goes,” Steve said suddenly.

“Dungeons and Dragons!” Eddie apparently decided that he was tired of standing because he flopped down next to him at that. He rolled around in the grass before eventually settling on his side, propping his head up on his hand. “I can find a way to make that work with just two people.”

“Oh.”

“Turn that frown upside down, friend. I like a challenge. We’ll make this work because it sounds like fun.”

[slowandsteddie]

WIP Wednesday…

…with a twist!

Tagged by: @eriquin

I am currently working on Chapter Two of Lazy Petals. I have the rough draft done, but I do need to go through the editing process. Which is going to consist of massive rewrites.

For every note that this post gets, I will write at least one paragraph. If it gets under fifty notes, each one will count for 2-3 paragraphs. If you want, you can comment multiple times.

Once I have written (rewritten) the proper amount of paragraphs to notes ratio, I will share my favorite part by reblogging this post.

[slowandsteddie]

It’s not midnight for me yet, which means it’s still Halloween.

Which means it’s still my grandma’s 80th birthday.

In honor of that, and of her, I am posting a sneak peak of my NaNoWriMo project that is basically: take my grandparents love story and make it Steddie.

CW: mentions of being hit by a car previously, mentions of pain and dehydration, and Steve calls Eddie mommy (in his defense, it is an accident)

275 words.

Steve was exhausted and in miserable amounts of pain.

Being hit so hard by a car that it sends you flying into the bus stop and leaves you in a full body cast for over a year when you’re only six years old tended to do that to a person. Or, that’s what he suspected based on his own life experiences in any case.

He tried to sit up and, honestly, it felt like all of his muscles were bricks. Assuming, of course, that those bricks were made of lead. He groaned and let himself lay flat on the bed, though he hadn’t gotten very far in the first place. His eyes closed and he let out the heaviest sigh— the kind of sigh that would put his fathers’ disappointed sigh to shame. It was obnoxiously loud and entirely heartfelt.

His mouth was so dry that his tongue was sticking to his teeth and he had a glass of water, right there, on his nightstand that was both incredibly close and impossibly far away at the same time. Steve tried to swallow even the smallest bit of spit and came up empty handed. Of course he was dehydrated. He was terrible when I came to drinking water, knew he needed to work on that, but he couldn’t find it within himself to care.

After an indeterminable amount of time, his door was opening slowly and he found himself rasping out; “Mommy.”

“Well that’s a new one,” Eddie replied quickly.

Steve wasn’t sure if he wanted to admit that that made him blush or not, but he was very much aware of heat reaching his cheeks.

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So. Uh. Does 3000+ words before they even actually meet count as a bit of a slowburn?

Because I am attempting to write a slowburn idiots to lovers piece in honor of my grandparents love story.

Also, here is a sneak peak at a potential scene in the Steddie fic, if anyone is interested…

Before you read it, just know that there is mentions of food and wasting muscles because Steve was hit by a car (in this one) when he was five and he had to be in a body cast for a long time. Also neglectful grandparents? Is that a thing? Anyway, Steve’s grandparents doted on him before he got injured and now he misses them because they won’t come see him.

At first, Steve had thought that it was really cool to be stuck in bed all the time. He didn’t have to do anything. That got boring within a week and he still had at least a year ahead of him where he was meant to stay in bed unless he was in the bathroom or at a doctor’s appointment.

Even eating in bed, something that had once been unacceptable and even punishable before, lost its novelty pretty quickly.

He liked having his mom read him notes from the teacher and his classmates. He liked her reading him his homework assignments and writing down his answers for him so that he would still be on track. It made him feel like an important man, like his dad was going to be, with a secretary.

The thing is, though, that he really missed going outside. He missed playing in the woods outside of the trailer park where he lived. He missed going to his grandparents house with the pool and the stairs that he’d probably never be able to walk again. He could climb them, though, after the cast was removed. He was pretty sure. He might not have a lot of muscle left at that point, but that would just mean that he was lighter and had less to have to move anyway.

When Steve brought that up to his mother, her lips would turn into a very tight, thin line and something he couldn’t name would flash in her eyes. “You are not going to go to that house any time soon, young man. It’s best to let those ideas go.”

“But I miss Grandma Marty and Grandpa Pete, and they won’t come here,” he whined.

“The Harrington’s won’t come to the trailer park and you know that.”

“We’re Harrington’s too,” he’d say defiantly.

[slowandsteddie]

Sneak peak at my NaNoWriMo project.

The one where I take my grandparents love story and make it Steddie.

This is the moment when they meet, by the way. Steve is 6 and Eddie is 8.

Mentions of the fact that Steve was hit by a car about two years ago.

“You okay?” The voice was more worried than Steve wanted to think about.

“I’m great! I’m outside, the sun is shining, and I have a new friend.”

The other male tilted his head. “You’re laying on the ground.”

“Yes, I laid down because sitting was hurting my hips.”

“And you fell asleep.”

“It’s warm and walking makes me tired.”

“My uncle said you just got released from looking like a mummy.”

“He said that?”

“Well, he said you were in a cast for a year and a half.”

Steve giggled at that. “A car tried to go bowling with me. I slammed into a bus stop, but I didn’t take it out with me too well.”

Eddie looked at him strangely. “I like you, Steve Harrington.”

He grinned. “I like you, too, Eddie Munson.”

Eddie hummed at that, like he wanted to say something about it. Instead, a smile spread across his lips, exposing dimples and a chipped front tooth that Steve doubted he would have noticed otherwise. “Eddie Munson at your service.” He bowed dramatically, spreading his arms out, before flopping to the ground beside him. He rolled to lay on his back, making sure that they stayed close.

“Can you read?” Steve asked suddenly. He knew how, he just didn’t like making the effort to do so.

[slowandsteddie]

WIP Wednesday

Life has been pretty mean to me lately and I want to write, but I don’t want to put too much more pressure on myself, so I’m doing this WIP Wednesday differently. Whichever gets the most votes is the one I’ll work on and post something about…Next Wednesday.

Brief summaries of the WIP’s are below the cut.

you mean it isn’t normal to cuddle your drug dealer? - the one where Steve needs help and Eddie has a better idea than just weed.

Cleaning Headstones - Steve likes to go to the cemetery and give people their names back.

Lazy Petals - taking my grandparents love story and making it Steddie.

Secret Elven Prince - Steve escaped from the Fae Realm and finds himself relying on a human from a trailer park to stay safe. Dungeons and Dragons becomes a guilty pleasure.

Claudia Henderson POV - this part focuses more on Claudia’s relationship with Wayne rather than her adopting Steve and helping him realize he has a family who loves him.

Oral Fixation - Steve constantly has something in his mouth, most of the time it’s candy. Sometimes, it’s one of Eddie’s rings.

Code Red at Harrington’s - Eddie comes back wrong, but that doesn’t stop Steve from taking him in and trying to help him rediscover his humanity.

Vampires and Shifters and… Dragons? - Eddie comes back wrong, Steve has always been a shapeshifter, and not all dragons are as bad as they could be.

Trans!Steddie - Steve is mtf and Eddie is ftm and they are both so incredibly in love with each other that it’s kind of sickening to those around them.

*Currently Untitled* - it’s also currently more of a brainstorm. Meant to be a surprise, but I’ll still work on it if it wins.

Inbox - I have a decent amount of prompts in the ol’ inbox. If this one wins, I’ll work on the one that I think will be the easiest for me to get the furthest on.

[slowandsteddie]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by: @eriquin

Below is the list of all of my current Stranger Things related WIP file names with a small description.

Send me an ask with either a number or the file name, and I’ll write (at least) three paragraphs.

You can send multiple asks.

I’m posting this early in hopes that I get more asks for tomorrow.

1. Lazy Petals - the one where I take my grandparents love story and make it Steddie.

2. Claudia Henderson POV - the one where Claudia takes Steve in after what is the worst day of his life…excluding the Upside Down bullshit.

3. Vampires and Shapeshifters and…Dragons? Oh My! - the one where Steve is a shapeshifter and dragons might be real.

4. Clean Headstones Part Tree - the one where Steve cleans headstones to relax and Eddie and Wayne take him in.

5. you mean it isn’t normal to cuddle your drug dealer? - the one where Steve turns to Eddie for weed, but Eddie has a better idea… okay, yeah, it does include weed.

6. Secret Elven Prince - the one where Steve isn’t human and that doesn’t exactly go well for him.

7. Oral Fixation - the one that isn’t as smutty as it sounds.

8. Code Red at Harrington’s - the one where Eddie comes back wrong.

9. Nightmares - the one where Steve has nightmares and some of them come true.

Snippet of Oral Fixation below the cut:

Steve tried to ignore the look that Eddie was giving him. It was almost like the other man felt sorry for him. It was weird, honestly, to have someone taking pity on him. He didn’t like it. He pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a sigh.

“I’m sorry, Ed’s. I interrupted you. What were you saying?”

Luckily, there was no comments made on the way that his voice cracked and that his eyes were very quickly becoming red with the unshed tears.

“I was just saying that I didn’t want to get any fancy germs from the exotic soaps that I can’t even pronounce,” Eddie said with a shy smile, almost as though he were afraid that he was pushing too hard.

“You’re fine if you don’t drink it,” he joked.

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WIP Weekend

Below is the list of all of my current Stranger Things related WIP file names with a small description.

Send me an ask with either a number or the file name, and I’ll write (at least) three paragraphs.

You can send multiple asks.

1. Lazy Petals - the one where I take my grandparents love story and make it Steddie.

2. Claudia Henderson POV - the one where Claudia takes Steve in after what is the worst day of his life…excluding the Upside Down bullshit.

3. Vampires and Shapeshifters and…Dragons? Oh My! - the one where Steve is a shapeshifter and dragons might be real.

4. Clean Headstones Part Tree - the one where I refuse to fix my typo. Kidding. The one where Steve cleans headstones to relax and Eddie and Wayne take him in.

5. you mean it isn’t normal to cuddle your drug dealer? - the one where Steve turns to Eddie for weed, but Eddie has a better idea… okay, yeah, it does include weed.

6. Secret Elven Prince - the one where Steve isn’t human and that doesn’t exactly go well for him.

7. Oral Fixation - the one that isn’t as smutty as it sounds.

8. Code Red at Harrington’s - the one where Eddie comes back wrong.

9. Nightmares - the one where Steve has nightmares and some of them come true.

BONUS: if you have an idea/prompt that you think I’d do justice, send it in. I’ll write it.

Snippet of Cleaning Headstones below the cut:

Their lips were practically touching. He could feel the heat of Eddie’s breath against the lower half of his face and his eyes fluttered over it. The smell of weed and mint normally would have been overwhelming. But, in these circumstances, Steve found that he just wanted moremoremore.

“Fuck,” Eddie whispered.

Then, their lips were actually pressed together and he sunk into it. It was harder to kiss under the bed than he had thought it would be, mainly because he kept wanting to hold on to the taller man’s face, his hair, and kept being held back by the small space they were crowded under. It was still a good kiss, though.

[slowandsteddie]

Okay. I’m going to see how allowing anon goes this time…Don’t make me regret it, please.

WIP Wednesday

I’m going to list off my current WIP’s with a small description. I won’t list all of them, just most. Send me an ask, and I will reply with (at least) 3 paragraphs.

1. Lazy Petals - the one where I take my grandparents love story and make it Steddie.

2. Claudia Henderson POV - the one where Claudia takes Steve in after what is the worst day of his life…excluding the Upside Down bullshit.

3. Vampires and Shapeshifters and…Dragons? Oh My! - the one where Steve is a shapeshifter and dragons might be real.

4. Clean Headstones Part Tree - the one where I refuse to fix my typo. Kidding. The one where Steve cleans headstones to relax and Eddie and Wayne take him in.

5. you mean it isn’t normal to cuddle your drug dealer? - the one where Steve turns to Eddie for weed, but Eddie has a better idea… okay, yeah, it does include weed.

6. Secret Elven Prince - the one where Steve isn’t human and that doesn’t exactly go well for him.

7. Oral Fixation - the one that isn’t as smutty as it sounds.

8. Code Red at Harrington’s - the one where Eddie comes back wrong.

9. Nightmares - the one where Steve has nightmares and some of them come true.

Snippet of Secret Elven Prince below the cut:

Steve knew that he had to stay hidden. It was the only way to keep safe. He looked at the river and sighed heavily. He hated getting his hair wet. He slid off his shoes and put them in his backpack. If his attempt was the keep them dry, the effort would be in vein. Luckily, he just wanted to be able to grip the moss covered rocks with his toes while he walked.

He shivered when his foot sunk into the water, toes first. It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling, to have coolness soaking into him quickly. That didn’t mean he wanted to become accustomed to it again.

Most of the rest of him slid into the water without a splash after he tied to straps around himself. It wouldn’t do to lose everything he had just because he needed to get out. Quickly. He wanted to look back at the palace, but didn’t dare. Instead, he took a deep breath before lowering his head below the water and beginning to swim.

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WIP Weekend Game

Tagged by: @eriquin

Tags: if you want to participate, this be me tagging you (:

Rules (ish)-

1. Send me the name of one of my WIP and I’ll write three paragraphs. You can send me multiple asks.

2. Since I have Monday and Tuesday off, I will continue the game until 10pm (PST) on January second if there is any interest in making me write.

File Names-

1. Lazy Petals - the one where I take my grandparents love story and make it Steddie.

2. Claudia Henderson and Her Two Boys part 2 - the one where Claudia takes in Steve and raises him like her own.

3. you mean it isn’t normal to cuddle your drug dealer? - the one where Steve is going through it and he turns to Eddie for help in the form of weed and cuddles.

4. Cleaning Headstones part Tree - the one where the boys are being incredibly goofy because they deserve to laugh.

5. Oral Fixation - the one where Steve constantly has to have something in his mouth (not as smutty as it sounds, sorry 😅)

Snippet from Oral Fixation under the cut:

Eddie was sitting on the edge of Steve’s bed and looking around.

“Never thought I’d see your bedroom, Harrington,” he teased.

“Got tired of you only knowing what my backyard and living room looked like,” he said simply.

“And you’re sure your parents aren’t going to materialize out of nowhere and bust us?”

“Eds, they’re in Florida.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

“Last I checked, they were human.”

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WIP Wednesday Game

Tagged by @eriquin

It’s WIP Wednesday, time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants.

Here’s how it works:

* In a reblog of this post (so people can find you in the notes) or new thread (w/ rules attached) if you want to play on your own, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

* Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to play!

* After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event or gift fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

* That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. I’ll be searching the reblogs to find people to send asks to!

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

My contribution is below the cut 💜

Lazy Petals - the one where I take my grandparents love story and make it Steddie

DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT - the one where Steve tries to kill himself only for one (undead?) Eddie Munson to come to his rescue

you mean it isn’t normal to cuddle your drug dealer? - the one where Steve turns to weed after S3 and him and Eddie become a bit more than friends

Claudia Henderson POV - the second part of Claudia Henderson and Her Two Boys

Oral Fixation - the one where Steve is always sucking on hard candies and Eddie notices

Tags: whoever sees this and wants to participate

The lil snippet is from Claudia Henderson POV:

Steve starts to open up about the night that his mom died.

“She, uh. She caught him cheating on her.” Steve said suddenly.

She sat down the plate that she had been washing, and turned off the faucet after rinsing the soap off her gloves. Claudia turned around to look at Steve. It had been years, and this was the first time that he had talked about it. That night. She didn’t say a word, just watched him as he watched the table.

“She was so calm about it until the other lady left, you know?” His voice caught. “She was calm when she told him that she was going to file for divorce in the morning and that she was going to take everything. Including me. And I was so happy, you know? Because I realized that she did love me…”

Claudia felt tears well in her eyes, but made no move to wipe them. She didn’t even dare to sniffle, in fear that it would get him to clam up.

“Then there was screaming. So much screaming. A bang, and then silence.” He shuddered. “I called Hop when the screaming started. Let him hear it over the phone, even as I… I couldn’t even breathe, mom.”

The word that slipped out made her heart squeeze painfully. He had never called her that so sincerely before. She wanted to wrap him up in her arms, but refused to move. Not until he was ready to look at her. Now wasn’t the time to potentially startle him.