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WIP Wednesday

Rules: Send me an emoji in an ask and I'll respond with 3-5 sentences. If you pick a Secret Fic, I'll respond with a long snippet from another WIP.

💋 - Steddie (- Jonathan)

🛹 - Elmax + Steddie

🏥 - The Nailbat (s2 Steve and Max)

🔥 - Secret Spicy Steddie FTH

🫂 - a/b/o o!Steve and gender fluid o!Max

Tagging:

@carolperkinsexgirlfriend (you will never escape a tag from me)

@ataliagold @estrellami-1 @steviewashere @yesdangerpls @augustjustice

@queenofshenanigans @vthx @strangerthingswritersguild

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WIP Wednesday again? No problem.

You know the drill! And if you don’t, this is the drill. Send me an emoji and I’ll write a number of sentences for the corresponding WIP and post a little snippet (unless marked with an asterisk* as those fics are under a blanket of anonymity right now). Surely a fic will eventually be posted!

👩‍⚕️: My Steve Harrington Big Bang fic featuring Steve’s parents who love him and are doing their best

⏳*: Sapphic Big Bang fic

🔑*: Monster Hunter Trio bang fic

💄: Drag Queen Keith; Steith

🦇: Eddie lives; hilarity and angst ensue

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Tales of Eddierotica Chapter 1: Argh Me Matey

Eddie writes the world's worst erotica about characters who are just poorly disguised versions of himself and Steve. One day, Steve finds out exactly what's been going on inside the mind of his roommate all these years.

Rated E | 4.3k words | Ao3 link [Chapter 1] | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 Overall tags: crack treated seriously/porn with a plot, modern/no-UD AU, friends to lovers, bisexual Eddie AND Steve, steddie as roommates, switch Eddie/Steve, vers Steve/Eddie, Eddie has a crush on Steve (and is horny about it), writer Eddie, the prose is so purple it has passed out from a lack of oxygen, friend fiction/erotica, so many bad puns and word play Chapter-specific tags: pirate AU, pirate Eddie, sailor Steve, pegging, rope bondage, non-con bondage, sexual frustration, orgasm denial, edging, and penis sword fighting (mind the tags but the erotica is at all times silly)

Written for the @switcheddieweek event, fulfilling the "art" prompt!

Find the full chapter on Ao3 to read it in all of its comic sans glory, but enjoy a snippet below the cut (as well as tags). Pink is Eddie's writing below.

“Theodore!” Stevenson growled manfully, as a man might. “You’ve gone too far this tiiiiiiimmmoohhhhh, too far this time! I demand you release me at once. Let us settle our differences as men of honor might.” The raven-haired roguish rascal grinned. “Why Commander, are you asking little old me for a duel? Your weapon is certainly impressive, but I promise, my own morning wood is far more dexterous in the afternoon!” Stevenson craned his neck. From where he was bound, he could just make out the captain’s trouser sword, the red tip shining merrily in the half past two o’clock sun. True to the captain’s word, it bobbed and waved in the breeze with quite agile ease. Still, what choice did Stevenson have? This unceasing torment would surely be his undoing. Even if he managed to reach his peak, la petite mort would be far too great for his tired body and overcum soul. “Yes, I do challenge you to a duel, you dastardly fieeeeend!” Anything to ease the ache in his pale twinned coconuts. The more Steve read, the less convinced he was that this was revenge. It was way too silly. Definitely weird and fucked up. But ‘pale twinned coconuts’ was something guys would say in like, a comedy porno. And now that he thought about it, Eddie had left the notebook where Steve could find it by accident. Maybe this was why the two of them got along so well, his roommate would turn his annoyance at whatever Steve had done into stupid porn to laugh at. Which was in fact very Midwestern of him after all. Mercifully the pirate captain holding him captive decided he’d had his fill of watching the commander writhe and groan. His loyal crew mates pulled Stevenson back onto the deck, giving him a much needed reprieve from the peg he’d been impaled upon. Though blood flowed back into Stevenson’s limbs, his body still spared some to hold his mighty spear aloft. For Stevenson’s johnson was truly a weapon to behold and envy. Even under clothes, its size and girth served as a source of distraction for those who shared the room with it. Steve glanced down at his pants and the super obvious outline of his dick. Okay so maybe these sweats were a little too tight to wear in public, but in his defense, Eddie had walked into a wall or tripped over his own feet every day since the two of them had met. How was he supposed to know some of those accidents were dick-related? Once the commander recovered his strength, he stood to his full height. Standing but one inch over his opponent only due to his stupidly attractive voluminous hairTowering over his opponent, he grasped his Not So Lil’ Stevie[son] and prepared to fight.

Read the rest on Ao3!

Tagging folks who have been scarred by wip weekend snippets:

@hbyrde36 @pearynice @eriquin @queenie-ofthe-void @yesdangerpls

@fkinkindagauche @helpimstuckposting @augustjustice @apomaro-mellow

@onirislanding @sidekick-hero @shares-a-vest @dreamwatch @stellarspecter

@zombiethingy @wynnyfryd @griefabyss69 @stevesjockstrap @runninriot

@sourw0lfs @dame-zoom-a-latte @pentapoctopus @soaringornithopter

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AU where Eddie has been arguing with someone via writing on the bathroom walls at the movie theater about how the new Star Trek movie sucks ass. Eddie thinks it’s the worst movie he’s ever seen but this guy says that it’s great and Eddie is an idiot for ‘not understanding’ it.

Eddie thinks he’s arguing with some sci-fi nerd but he’s actually arguing with the king of Hawkins High, Steve Harrington.

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Cat's in the Cradle, Chapter 11

Steve and Eddie are stuck in the house together as Eddie hides out and Steve recovers. It's not as bad as it could be. Eddie makes a promise.

(master post)(AO3)

The next few days passed like that. Steve stayed in the house, getting used to his wheelchair and sometimes trying to get around on crutches. Eddie stuck by him and helped out where he could. Wayne was mostly out during the day, meeting up with the rest of the group as they planned a counter-attack. He brought home information at night, and also some supplies so they didn’t run out of food.

Steve didn’t get many visitors, though people called to check on him. Robin was stuck with whoever could drive her, as she still didn’t know how and there was no time for someone to teach her. She came by when she could, but then would have to hitch a ride out again. Eddie’s status as a fugitive meant that they were basically quarantined, so that he wouldn’t be discovered. Steve seemed to take it in stride.

The most difficult part of this was that Claudia Henderson kept trying to come over. She was concerned both about Steve and Wayne once she found out that he was staying there. Dustin managed to talk her out of visiting for most of a week, but then she showed up out of the blue. Eddie barely had time to hide in the basement when she rang the doorbell.

He could hear here through the closed door, though. “Oh, Steve! Are you here all alone, dear?” she said as she came in.

“I’m fine,” Steve said. “I’m getting better. I’m pretty good at the wheelchair now, and the doctors said I can use the crutches in a pinch. Wayne’s been helping me out.”

“That’s lovely of him. I’m glad he’s staying with you.” They moved into the kitchen, and it got harder for Eddie to hear the conversation.

Read the rest on AO3

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so i wore a pride flag pin to work the other day and the kids were all interested (obviously) (find me a classroom of preschoolers who are not obsessed with rainbows) (i'll wait) so they crowded around to see.

"aww!" they said, "it's a flag!!"

but the thing is: they're little. a lot of them don't really have a handle on all their mouth sounds yet.

such as, notably, that tricky tricky "L" sound.

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One of the worst things about being Steve’s platonic soulmate is that he talks so lovingly of Tommy and Carol. He tells her these lovely little stories about the things they got up to when they were kids and…

It makes Robin fond of them. She doesn’t want to be fond of them. She wants to think badly of them. Carol used to purposely trip her in the hallway. She wants to hate them!

Then Steve tells her about how he’d spend Christmas with Tommy’s family or how Carol called him every night for a week after his grandma died because she knew they were close.

And now Robin is fond! She hears things about them and is like, good! She’s happy for them. Ugghhhhh.

She’s getting offended on their behalf and Steve’s when Nancy and Jonathan make a snide comment about Steve’s old friends and like, “At least they never cheated on him with each other, right? That’s really shitty, isn’t it?”

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Just a little posessive

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But also 🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️!

"Want to talk about it?"

Jeff shook his head. "I gave it a shot; he doesn't want to risk it. What's there to talk about?"

"Jeff—"

"No, it was stupid to even try."

Robin came and sat on the couch next to him, pressing their shoulders together.

"It wasn't stupid to try," she said.

"Yeah, it was. Nothing's changed."

"He's eighteen."

"He still lives with his dad!" Jeff lowered his voice. "Nothing's changing as long as that's the case. And he can't move out without a job and a diploma. It was stupid."

There was an ache in his chest where the tears should be. Maybe if Jeff could just cry over the stupid guy, he'd get over him. That's what girls did, right? No one else seemed hung up on their childhood crush. Why was his heart so broken?

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I really love the thought of the Harringtons and the Hagans not liking each other but being forced to co-mingle because their kids are friends.

No one in Hawkins knows the full extent of the child neglect happening in the Harrington house, but enough is known for David and Maria Hagan to dislike Steve’s parents. If a parent was spending enough quality time with their kid, he wouldn’t be as clingy as Steve is with his parents.

Every (painfully few) interactions with the Harringtons required an hour phone call to Carol’s mom to debrief and gossip.

The reason Steve’s parents don’t like Tommy’s is simple. The Hagans try to make them look bad (they’re not).

One time, Steve’s mom, Angela, was making him a plate at a church function and Maria casually suggested not getting Steve strawberries. They upset his stomach. Angela didn’t know that. It was humiliating.

Richard was golfing with a client when he ran into David out with his older boys. He mentioned Steve winning his team’s MVP award at the end of the baseball season. It was the first Richard was hearing of it and it showed in front of his family-oriented client. He was furious.

At the one school function The Harringtons attend every year, Steve fell and scrapped up his elbow pretty badly. He ran to Tommy’s dad for help instead of his own parents.

They asked about it on the car ride home and Steve answered simply, “He’s a doctor.”

“He’s a dentist.”

“Okay.”

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Conversations that happened in the back of Hopper’s truck:

Eddie, a seven year old: Did you know you can eat crayons?

Eddie: They’re not toxic. That means you won’t die.

Steve, a six year old: I don’t want to eat crayon.

Eddie:

Eddie: You should do it anyways

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Hopper comes back from Russia and immediately and unwillingly gets adopted into whatever the hell Steve and Robin have going on because - “Well, you were tortured by Russians, right? Welcome to the club.”

“Why is there a club?” Hopper asks, saddled with two morons that won’t leave him alone. “What do you mean by torture? What happened to you?”