#wip: stevieweek

[lingeringmirth]

I already posted a wip weekend post on wednesday, but who cares! My wips this time are:

steddiebb2024

stsapphicbb2024

steddieweek

stevieweek

Snippet (under cut)from stsapphicbb2024:

Maybe it was a little shocking, but it was her breaking away from the old her, the image that had controlled her life for so long. She had always secretly envied the so-called outcasts in school, hidden her admiration of punks and goths in magazines. Part of that was because it was rebellion agains her mother, of being something completly different and removed from what she was supposed to be, part her own wants and desires.

She wanted to rebel, be loud and shout her aliveness, her survival, her strenght. She may not have escaped Vecna, but she had saved herself, dug her way out, even if she didn’t know how, why or from where the spark for it had come.

”What color?”

Robin asked.

”Pink, right?” Steve asked, sounding a little sad even as he smiled. She didn’t know how she knew, but she felt like his smile was forced.

WIP Weekend

I wasn't officially tagged by anyone this week, but I have got to get some work done this weekend so I'm jumping in!

The Rules:

In a reblog (or a new post w/ rules attached) post up to five (5) file names 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 post!

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 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. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request!

The WIP:

Labyrinth AU (Steddie Bang)

And that's it, just the one it's the illusion of choice. Snippet and a tag list below the cut

She mutters something into the feathered crown of the bird that isn’t his. Something that sounds like it ends in ‘so fucking stupid’ but deciphering the what becomes a lot less important when she asks, “Do you want to see where he’ll be recuperating?”

“Yeah! Can I?” his fingers tap the desk in a rhythm he can’t place, nervous energy expending out of himself and into this weird liminal space. Dart had been a stray and Ma had saved Mews from the Walmart parking lot; they'd never adopted anything that hadn’t made its way to them first. He is his own third example that proves the Munson way.

Maybe all animal shelters were like this. Large empty lobbies with big desks that block off access to their single mysterious doors. Buildings that weren’t concerned with things like electricity bills, the air on high enough that it’s got every hair on Eddie’s body currently standing on end: goosebumps down his arms, the hair at the back of his neck is on end.

“Great,” she smiles. There’s something off putting about it, like the mouth that she’s got doesn’t fit right on her face. A grin cut out of a magazine and pasted on a different picture.

No pressure tags: @cauldronoflove, @augustjustice, @eriquin, @aparticularbandit, @lingeringmirth, @sevenmerrymagpies, @fuctacles, @adhdavinci + anyone else who is looking for an excuse to be productive

[fuctacles]

<< nine | 😺 | eleven >>

Posting early so you have something to think about on Thanksgiving. I'll be taking a break from posting my wips in December to focus on all the events. Speaking of, check out @genderthings @stmonstercalendar and @stevieweek

"They're so—" Eddie's sentence is broken with a yelp when Stephanie slaps his hands. 

"Fluffy?" Steph offers, going back to closing up her salon. "Soft? Healthy? They won't be if you keep touching them."

He huffs, slotting his hands under his armpits so he wouldn't be tempted to reach up. 

"If you want, I can get you some of that conditioner to take home. You could charm all the city girls with your nice hair." She turns to him with a smile, looking over her work once again. She pulls a strand of his hair back in place and Eddie imagines his band making it big, touring with a private hairdresser fussing over him before every concert. They'd take all the cats on the tour bus too.

"The city girls like my unkempt poor artist looks, thank you very much," he jokes. "The boys may appreciate it, though."

"For the boys, then." She smiles. "Did you walk here?"

He shakes his head. 

"Nah, I'm too lazy for that. You?"

"I try to walk to work as long as the weather lets me," she says. "Need to keep the old bones in shape." She pats her plush thighs distractingly, but it's not enough for Eddie to miss her words. 

He rolls his eyes. 

"Your bones aren't old. I was gonna offer you a ride, but maybe you deserve to walk since you're so young and energetic," he sends her a wry look. 

"Ah, but I always wanted a ride in a big old kidnapper van!" She bats her eyelashes at him, her playful pout in full swing. Eddie is so, so weak. 

"Don't call it a kidnapper van." He scrunches his nose. "It's a stoner slash garage band van," he corrects her.

"Ah, mea culpa. Lead me to your stoner van, then?"

"You call yourself old and yet you act so insufferable," he shakes his head with a smile and offers her his elbow. 

"Gotta keep something about me young," she jokes back and then yelps when Eddie pinches her in the side as she grabs his arm. 

"I think there's plenty young about you," he says, giving her a pointed up and down. 

"Yeah, bet you say it to all the old ladies," she snarks back. "When you help them cross the street or carry their—ah!"

"Oh my gods, Stephanie!" Eddie cuts her off, pressing her against the side of his van. "If you think you're old then call me a geriatrophiliac, because you're so hot I can't think about anyone else."

Steph's eyes are wide and her cheeks are flushed and he wants to kiss her so badly. He backs away, though, because he's a gentleman (sometimes) and wants to give her some space. Besides, he probably just crossed some lines he shouldn't have. 

She breathes out once he steps back, and chuckles. 

"You're just saying that," she deflects, making something in Eddie boil. "You're out there in college and I'm stuck here with my small hair salon."

"Oh, you mean you're a successful hot businesswoman with her own salon and plans to branch it out?" He raises an eyebrow, putting his hands on his hips.

"Plans," she points out. 

"Very plausible plans," he adds. 

Stephanie shrugs. 

"Just, get in the car before I lose my patience." He shakes his head. But then seeing her hesitance he deflates, losing his bravado instantly. "Unless you're not comfortable with that? I promise I'll drive you straight home."

"Why would I be uncomfortable?" she asks, her voice a little small like she knows exactly why but doesn't want to put it out there. Albeit reluctantly, Eddie will do it for her. 

"Because I said I'm into you and now I'm inviting you inside my shady not-kidnapper van," he reminds her. 

"Yeah, but you're just saying that to make me feel better." Steph shakes her head softly, smiling her small, self-deprecating smile. "Which I do appreciate, but..." she trails off with a shrug.

Eddie is fed up with her. As beautiful as she is, her head is a maze she's clearly getting lost in and someone needs to pull her out of it. 

"Can I kiss you?" he butts in, realizing she's losing steam.

"What?" Her eyebrows jump in surprise. 

"Oh, you heard me." He takes a step closer, crowding her in. Maybe space is the opposite of what she needs. "Can I kiss you?" he repeats. "On the mouth. Tongue and all, if you don't mind."

He watches in real time as her cheeks turn red and her gaze drops down to his lips. 

"Here?" she breathes out. 

"Yes, here. So everyone knows how lucky I am." 

She looks up into his eyes, searching for any deceit but she won't find any. Her lips press together and come back shinier, wetter, and Eddie's own tingle in anticipation.

"Are you sure?"

Eddie's done with her. And done for her. He knows she won't admit what she wants, won't ask for it even when laid down on a silver platter in front of her. So he changes his question. 

"Just say 'no'." He leans just a tiny bit closer. 

She doesn't. Her eyes zero on his lips and her chest expands with her deep breaths. Eddie leans in more, and she twitches like she wants to reach back but won't. 

He closes the distance. 

Stephanie smells of hairspray and coffee. She's soft and perfect and he's afraid she'll flee if he touches her, but to ground them both, he reaches with his arms to cup her elbows, a safe place to hold her and not spook her. He moves his lips gently, slowly, but then he feels a tug on his jacket, which she grabs to hold on to him, and presses just a little bit closer. 

Eddie feels the exhale from her nose on his cheek as she relaxes against the van, giving him the illusion of towering over her, despite them being almost the same height. He slowly drags his hands up to caress her neck, angling her jaw gently how he wants it. When he finally sucks on her pouty bottom lip as he's been dreaming of, she exhales into him, tentative yet asking. She jolts at the touch of his tongue but parts her lips further anyway.

She feels like heaven and Eddie is almost ashamed by the sound he makes after tasting her properly, but her hand slides to his waist and he doesn't care about making a fool of himself in front of her and anyone else for that matter. 

If she wanted to, he'd deck himself in full jester attire just to make her smile, to take the load of worry off her chest. Oh, how he wants to take things off her chest. It's been a while since a simple kiss made him feel so giddy, so exhilarated, and he hopes she feels it too. 

He's excited for what's to come, not just in bed, though he hopes, yearns for that too, but making her happy and whole, seeing herself how he sees her. 

The sharp sound of a whistle pulls them apart. 

"Get a room, kids!" someone laughs jovially as a car slowly passes by, but by the time their heads snap towards it, it's gone behind the corner. 

"Well," Eddie chuckles softly. "Still feeling old?" he asks Steph with a smile that quickly falters when he can't read her expression. A million things he could have done wrong fleet through his head and he takes half a step back, but her hand is still holding on to his jacket. 

She's still relaxed against the van, so he forces his brain to quiet and waits. Her head tips back, exposing her neck and the faintest hint of an Adam's apple, invisible otherwise. He's ridiculously happy to be able to see it and hopes he'll be able to suck on it too. 

"I feel..." she finally says, and Eddie latches to every sound leaving her lips. "Something, for sure."

Nothing else comes so he trails his palm down her arm to gently squeeze at her wrist. 

"Good something?" he asks hopefully.

Their eyes meet again, giving him some relief, though the prolonged silence is fighting against it. He still waits and gives her time to think. She doesn't shake off his hand so he rubs his thumb against her pulse point.

Until it twists in his grasp, and he's ready to let go but she grabs at his fingers to squeeze back.

"I think so," she finally decides, giving him a small, tentative smile. 

my ko-fi bc i'm in deeper shit than i thought

the boys: @wheneverfeasible @steddieinthesun @hattsy-likes-pretty-stuff @bumblebeecuttlefishes @phantomcat94

@tartarusknight  @tinyplanet95 @steddiefication @estrellami-1 @disrespectedgoatman

@madigoround @tartarusknight @blasvemous @cryptid-system @lawrencebshoggoth

@hellowhatthehellisgoingonhere @dreamercec @manliest-of-muppets

[hawkinsleather]

@stevieweek day two: gender euphoria

this big hair don’t care trans stevie harrington has been lingering in my wip pile for a while and i have to confess, the stevie week prompts motivated me to actually finish her now, instead of once i’m done with the stranger things bang art that due in less than two weeks. she’s a companion piece to a mixtape i made for her because @nerdnameddinkey suggested it when i asked for mixtape ideas, because apparently i have zero chill ✌️

Mixtape for Stevie

[lingeringmirth]

WIP WEEKEND

This wip weekend I'll be writing TWELVE SENTENCES for each ask I get until JULY 15TH NOON EEST. You can send multiple asks, I do not mind at all!

My wips:

steddiebb

stsapphicbb

steddieweek

stevieweek

mersteve2

mereddie2

[stellarspecter]

2024 year in review!

phew, 2024 was a big year for writing. let's start off with a fun little graphic!

(ao3 wrapped graphic by @spicedrobot)

i only started tracking my daily word count in june, so i don't have perfect data, but i went back and added all my fics from before june to whatever date they were posted. (the exception being I've Been Trying to Figure You Out, since it's by far the longest fic up and i actually wrote the majority of it in 2023, so i checked to make sure and i only wrote 3k out of the 12k in 2024)

according to my spreadsheet, i wrote a total of 66,893 words this year. that doesn't quite line up with my ao3 stat of 73,000 words published, but when we allow for the extra words from genderqueer steve fic and the right-side up exchange (since i only wrote a portion of those fics), that ao3 number goes down to around 58,000 words published, which makes a lot more sense considering that a lot of what's on my spreadsheet is unpublished wips.

i published 41 works on ao3 in 2024! of those, 38 were written for an event or prompt! what can i say, i guess i just work better with a deadline 😅

i wrote 3 fics for Stranger Things A-Side Aromantic Visibility Week! (@strangerthings-a-side)

i wrote 2 fics for an exchange in the @strangerthingswritersguild discord server! (april fools exchange & winter exchange)

i wrote 1 fic for A Stranger Summer! (@astrangersummer)

i wrote 3 fics for Stevie Week! (@stevieweek)

i wrote 1 and a half fics for the STWG Upside Down Right Side Up fic exchange! (per the rules, only wrote the first thousand words of one and the rest of another)

i wrote 6 fics for STWG Kinktober!

i wrote 2 fics for @steddiebingo Countdown to Midnight!

and i wrote a whopping 20 STWG Demogorgon Daily prompt fills!!!

thank you so much to everyone who hosted these events and everyone who took part in them!! i'm super excited to see what fun stuff next year brings!!!

if you're curious, find all my monthly word count roundups here

[fuctacles]

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Going on a lil break from wips as I'll be balancing christmasy, event, and personal shit. (Single dad Steve should still go out on Wed, tho.) Check out my events: @stevieweek @genderthings @stmonstercalendar And I'd like to thank you again for supporting me on ko-fi. I'm less scared of the upcoming months <3

Eddie feels the need to take his thoughts away from the public eye. Even if nobody can actually see them, he'd feel safer marinating in them in solitude. 

The inside of the house is chiller than the outdoors, which reminds Eddie of the financial gap between him and Steve. Whoever was in charge of building this place, must have known his shit. The Munson trailer is impossible to sit in without melting in the summer days. 

From his safe perch on the kitchen island, Eddie looks over the party outside. Everyone is having fun and none of them has any idea about his perverted, subconscious scheme. He's kind of disgusted with himself, but on the other side, he wonders what his brain has been trying to accomplish. He wonders if Steve was freaked out last night when he started undressing in front of him and if swinging his dick out this morning was an act of revenge. 

On one hand, Steve looks innocent and lovely in the afternoon sun, laughing at whatever joke someone has said. On another, he's a bat-biting lunatic with a mean streak known through the whole Hawkins High. He absolutely could flaunt his ass out of spite.

When the glass door opens, Eddie almost jumps out of his skin.

"Sorry." Will smiles apologetically.

"You're fine, Byers. Just drifted off a bit. What's up?" he asks with a tilt of his brow. The kid had an imagination that could match his own, and he'd grown fond of him even in the short period of time he'd known him. 

"I volunteered to grab sodas for everyone." Will points his thumb to their friends sitting outside. "Figured you wouldn't want Dustin bothering you if you need some space." 

Eddie can't help but smile. 

"That's very thoughtful of you, Will the Wise."

Will shrugs. 

"I try." He walks up to the fridge, but he seems to hesitate there. Eddie gives him time to think, sipping on his soda. "Do you need space? Or do you want to talk?" he eventually asks. 

The older boy hums. 

"I think it's too soon to talk about it. I'm not even sure what it is," he admits, heels kicking against the cupboards below him. 

He startles again when Will appears at his side.

"For fuck's sake, get a bell or something!" he hisses, clutching at his chest. But Will ignores his joke, looking thoughtfully somewhere else. 

"You've been spending a lot of time with Steve."

Eddie forces his shoulders to relax. There's no way he was that obvious, right? He himself has just figured it out. 

"Well, we can't spend all our time with you twerps," he defends. He risks looking towards the party and finds Steve looking back, frowning at the two of them talking inside. But he sends Eddie a small smile and turns back to the grill.

"No, of course. We're too young to chat about wills and taxes," Will shoots back with a serious nod. 

Eddie slaps his shoulder.

"Watch it, youngster, or there won't be any Will in my will." 

Byers presses his lips together, but Eddie knows it is a good joke, the kid just doesn't want to admit it. They're all buttheads like that.

"You know I'm gay, right?"

He blinks at the boy. 

"That's not going to take you off my will," he reassures, but Will's expression turns only more pained. "No, seriously, I don't care. As long as you're not diddling kids, or animals, or, or corpses—"

"You know what?" Will pushes away from the counter to gather the sodas he's been sent for. "Forget about it. Figure it out yourself. And please never use that word again."

"Which one? Diddling?"

"Yes. That."

Will is halfway through the living room when Eddie suddenly realizes what just happened. Little Byers was trying to give him The Gay Talk.

Little Byers. 

Who must have barely figured it out himself. 

Eddie shoots up from the counter, almost falling on his face in the process. 

"Byers, wait!" He sprints the small distance to stop him from getting to the door. Will looks unimpressed but he's more focused on balancing the cans in his arms so he stands still and waits. 

"Am I really that obvious?" Eddie asks in a whisper, sparing a worried glance over his shoulder. Thankfully none of their friends' attention was on them.

"You both are," Will informs him with a roll of his eyes. "It almost hurts to watch." 

It stuns Eddie enough that Will pushes through him towards the door. 

"Both? What do you mean both?"

"Figure it out!" Without looking at him, Will opens the glass door and leaves him alone with his thoughts again. And that's a dangerous company on a good day.

Because, both?

Could Steve Harrington, high school heartthrob, and Mister Hair, be into guys? Into Eddie, of all of them?

He looks up to search for him again, but it's not hard, as their eyes meet again. Steve raises his eyebrow and makes a little sideway nod as if asking him if he's coming back. Eddie nods wildly, makes a "T" with his hands, then points one finger up. In a minute. Steve smiles, visibly relieved, and holds up two plates of deliciously looking food.

Eddie's stomach somersaults as he realizes he has saved food for him. He quickly runs away to the kitchen to collect himself and grab something to share as well. 

On his way back, he passes by the stairs and suddenly freezes as the memory of last night hits him. 

Maybe Steve wasn't looking at his crotch because he was grossed out by Eddie's actions. 

Maybe they both should be sprayed with cold water like horny dogs. 

ko-fi (the smallest amount counts as the PLN to USD exchange rates are in my favor)

tags: @noodle-shenaniganery @jaytriesstrangerthings @imaginary-maggie-waggie @samsoble @croatoan-like-its-hot

@dragonmama76 @storyranger @scoops-aboy86 @ollyxar @estrellami-1

@stevesworldxx @ajeff855 @live-laugh-love-dietrich @thelittleclare @wheneverfeasible

@bumblebeecuttlefishes @blasvemous @n33dlew0rk @manliest-of-muppets

@ravenfrog @dreamercec @tartarusknight

[fuctacles]

2024 fic year-in-review

In 2024, I joined Bang events for the first time, and worked on 4 fics:

Creature Comforts Come in Fours (Billy/Steve/Chrissy/Eddie), written by @kallisto-k with art by me

Simple as that, an Elumax fic based on art by dragon_chris (wc: 5431)

Sex, Drugs, and a Haunted House, with art by @penny00dreadful (wc: 27972)

Murray Bauman's Fantastic Freakstravaganza with art by @blasvemous (wc: 25659)

I also took part in:

Steddie Microfic with 13 fics

Lex's Spicy Six Winter 2023 with In Love and War (wc: 6890)

Steddie Love Month with Positives Attracts (wc: 1383)

Sub Eddie Week with 7 fics (3 with transfem Steve) (wc: 11675)

Steddie Spooktober with Bonding Activity (wc: 1429)

And three Steddie Exchanges, two of which ended up Soulmate AUs:

Secret Exchange with Learning the Ropes (wc: 2363)

Summer Exchange with Dices & Dumbasses (wc: 10861)

Winter Exchange with Dude, that's My Ghost! (wc: 9064)

Then I fell neck-deep into Transfem Steve tag, started @stevieweek, and my Stevie collection has 14 works so far, which include:

the 5 fics and 2 arts for Stevie Week

Late Bloomers written for Steddie Holiday Drabbles  (wc: 2443)

Witch Hunt for Stevieween and Steddie Spooktober (wc: 2568)

Twitch streamer Stevie or the failed attempt at Stedissy (wc: 7616)

I also wrote:

a crack fic: Just like Cinderella (wc: 3367)

BigFoot!Steve: Eddie Munson's Elusive Lover (wc: 2562)

Corroded King: A boy worth getting trampled for (wc: 856)

And Started:

The Crazy Cat Lady Stevie (wc: 14208+)

Wereshifter Steve (wc: idk lol)

I also filled one event with art only and managed to close the Valdangelo doors and finish oh my gods, they were roommates! which has been trailing after me since 2021  (wc: 29905)

And so much more! Damn, being a part of a popular fandom for once is very motivating XD 

2025 plans include:

Running @stmonstercalendar and @genderthings

Writing the last one of my first Steddie ideas, hopefully (two got already turned into Bangs!)

Speaking of, expanding the universes of my Bang fics

Continuing Cat Lady and Dog Boy and expanding some of my one-shots

Dusting off the wips I've avoided mentioning here bc i'm ashamed

Dipping my toes into Dead Dove (don't worry I have a separate blog and Ao3 account so if you're into that, hmu, if you're not, you don't have to worry that you'll get jumpscared here)

Steddie and Four Or More Bingos

More polyamory and qpr ships

Thank you all for being here in any capacity, and the mods for organizing all the events, and just being a fun community to be a part of.

If reading about other people's shitty life makes you feel better about yours, here is my personal life recap.