Just wanted to pop on here to say that I am open for writing commissions! I can do OC back stories, OC fics, and Stranger Things fanfics (ships I'm experienced with include PLATONIC Stobin, Steddie, Stonathan, Buckingham and a few others). If you happen to be interested, just shoot me a message and we can discuss everything else there. I might be able to do other fandoms as well, just ask me!
This isn't fandom related content. I'm mostly posting this for the VGen Challenge, just to give options for people there to read the entry. Hopefully anyone who comes across this enjoys it!
CW: This story does have detailed gender dysphoria. It is about my trans-masc OC, Travis. Take care of yourselves first, if you don't think you could handle that type of content right now, then please skip š
Challenge Prompt: Mirrors
WC: 1,094
Story is below the cut
The sounds of murmured chatter and laughter from the TV drifted to his room. His parents were likely watching a game show, maybe even some type of movie. He didnāt care enough to figure it out, though. In fact, the sounds quickly became forgotten; nothing more than some slight noise somewhere outside of his bedroom.
He was in the process of changing into his comfortable lounge clothes, but the sight of his reflection caught his eye. The only thing he was able to change was his hair colour. It went from his natural dark brown, to a vibrant, UV reactive green. He stared at the strands for a moment, checking the root growth.
Then his gaze dropped to his face.
His heart broke as he stared at himself in the mirror. The reflective surfaceāsmattered with dust particles and stickers from his childhoodānever showed his true self. He always saw someone he couldnāt recognize staring back. Travis hated that this was the version of him that others saw. He felt like a liar, a fraud, to show them this shell that didnāt belong to him.
His outward visage was pretty. There were soft curves and hills where he needed flat plains and sharp edges. It was beautiful, this body he was forced to occupy, but it wasnāt his. Travis lightly pinched at the meat of his inner thigh, just below where the hem of his boxers rested. Thoughts flooded his mind, questions that he hoped he would someday have answers to. āWill everything feel the same when Iām finally me?ā
It was hard to imagine the way the muscles would harden when all heād known were the soft, almost squishy state of them. Heād stopped shaving his legs a few years back, but the hair there was a fine dusting compared to the dark coverage heād seen on his fatherās bare shins.
The male lifted up the hem of his shirt to expose the inward curve of his waist. He traced the ridge of his hip bone, taut skin giving way to the soft roundness that should be boxy instead. He poked at the small amount of fat there.
He moved on from poking to placing his hands over the dip of his waist. His shirt hem clutched between his teeth as he tried to cover the evidence of the natural femininity of his vessel. His outward appearance always betrayed how he felt his inner self lookedāthat deep knowing of how he should really look.
There was a knock on his door, snapping him out of his daze, and he dropped his loose fitted shirt back down. The lightness of knuckles against wood alerted him that it was one of his sisters. His parents were heavy-handed, impatient with their interactions.Ā
āJust a minute!ā He called out, voice ringing instead of rumbling.
The sound caused him to cringe, cursing himself for forgetting to use his lower tenor. Heād been practicing, trying to deepen his voice naturally. His friends told him they could tell a difference, but it wasnāt quite right to Travis. It still had a feminine twinge to it, and he knew that wouldnāt change naturally. His voice would need a little extra help to reach the sound he knew it should be.
He held on to the knowledge that he only had a few more months. He held it close and let it warm him and guide him, motivate him to keep pushing forward. He only had a few months left here, thatās all. A few more months and heād be 24. A few more months and heād have enough saved up to get out of this house, to move in with his best friend when the apartment lease renewed.Ā
He could do it, he knew he could. After all, heād already waited for what felt like his whole life. In reality, however, heād gone through the process of his gender identity journey when he was 14. At first he thought it was just him being a ātomboyā. He had always preferred to get dirty outside, climb trees and discover new bugs. He had dolls to play with, but they remained mostly untouched until his first younger sister came along.Ā
Travis would watch her playing with the dolls, curious as to why they never brought him that amount of joy. He knew that girls were supposed to enjoy playing dress up with their barbies. He was a girl, too, right? So why did he find it boring to brush out the dollsā hair, or push them around in the obnoxiously pink car. Well, actually, he did have fun pretending the dolls were driving to new places.Ā
His parents had always tried to keep him inside to play with the āgirlā toys instead. They eventually gave up on that, though they were still very displeased about it. Travisā view on boy vs girl activities changed the instant he passed by a skatepark on the bus home. He saw both boys and girls skateboarding, zipping down the drop-ins and grinding down the stair rails.
Travis begged his parents for a skateboard, but he was always denied. He grew compliant, bending to his parentsā wishes. Playing dolls with his sisters became a new past-time for him, but never gave up his outdoor love. Eventually, however, his sisters wanted to join him on his little bug hunting adventures.
Now that his legs were hidden away behind his favorite pair of sweatpants, Travis threw one last glance towards his full length mirror before opening up his bedroom door. Now out in the openāaway from his private thoughts and qualmsāTravis faced his family. His two younger sisters that he adored, and his parents that he couldnāt wait to get away from.
They all ate together, making small talk around the dinner table. Travis held in his anger, pain, and disgust when he was referred to wrongly. Heād almost gone numb from it, thought he had at one point, but there was still a slight sting that lingered beneath his ribcage. It bled out into his system, crowding his mind with different questions. Questions he knew heād likely never get answers to.
After the grueling dinner, Travis shut himself away in his room once again. He made a point to avoid locking his gaze with the girl in the mirror. All she did was taunt him and shatter his heart into shards of glass. Heād had enough of the betrayal that lay beyond the cool surface; he gathered up a spare blanket and covered the girl on the chrome surface completely.
Gotta tag @wheneverfeasible because they encouraged me to post it here. And helped beta read :)
I thought of a funny/sad idea at nearly 5am. I couldn't sleep and my mind supplied me with this:
To add a little more context:
Eddie is only there because of his dad, stealing from the Harrington's was his idea. I'm not sure why Gareth got roped into it, but he's important to my Steve/Gareth friendship agenda, duh.
Steve tells them to come back later, preferably at a reasonable time, and they could all make a day out of getting rid of his parents decor.
That's all. I'm probably going to go back to sleep now š
Taglist(open)
@wheneverfeasible @trishfishseven
Aaaaaand @steviewashere because I thought you'd get a kick out of this
Steve nearly melted as Chrissyās giggle made a home in his ear canal. It was light and carefree and damn. Steve hoped, wished, that he could be like that someday as well.
He wondered if Chrissy had this power to make anyone feel completely at ease. It kind of made sense, considering she was a fellow omega. He didnāt feel judged in her presence ā and for once he didnāt feel ashamed.
āI donāt kn-ā He cut himself off, took a deep breath, and tried again, āIāve never been able to nest before. Iām completely new to this.. to accepting that Iām an omega.ā
Chrissyās eyes were wide when he looked up at her, but not unkind. Never unkind it seemed. She smiled at him, soft and understanding, and it unraveled something in his chest. He could feel himself relax, tension bleeding out of his muscles inch by inch.
āThatās alright, Stevie. Iāll be your omega coach!ā
Soooo this is apparently going to be my first omegaverse fic? Not sure how often I will actually work on this though- But thank you for the asks and making me write!
The third time he had to let someone go, it was by far the worst. It felt as if he clutched his heart and ripped it right out of his chest, leaving nothing but a black hole in its space. That bleeding pain, sharp and angry, that was all Steve needed to know that Eddie was the one for him.
King to King
The next day, Eddie was honestly a little afraid to go to school. Funny how a simple love note can be the scariest thing to him. He was never afraid to face the jocks, to hear the names they liked to toss around. But a note from an apparent admirer? That was territory Eddie wasn't familiar with.
I'm going to have so much with these fics. Especially Bottled Butterflies
Seeing stupid "this thing marks your work as AI" bullshit again.
Just as a heads up, yes I do use the EM dash (which looks like this: ā) and I use the semicolon (;) and I use regular hyphens (-) and I use all types of punctuation everywhere! Because get this! Good punctuation and grammar is sort of a major cornerstone in writing!
I would never, ever use AI for any of my shit. I'm too humiliated and horny to plug in my ideas into AI bots that are monitored by people anyway! All of my horseshit ideas come straight from the asshole of my brain and then I type them all up on my computer. And I share them with you because I love you and want you to love my horny stupid ideas, too.
Seriouslyāwriters have been using those specific punctuation marks for ages. Like has none of these people picked up a fucking printed book; or are the books written by AI now too? /s
Just because we like using dashes and semicolons to not clog up work with commas (and to add more emphasis on things) it means our stuff is written by AI? Ridiculous honestly.
But your headcanon isn't popular? You're afraid you maybe your portrayal is a little out of character? Maybe you feel like you're not good at it, or never finish anything? You're worried your rare pair won't make sense to anyone else?
Who gives a shit. If you feel the urge to write, if you like doing it, please just do it. You don't have to share it if you don't want to. It can be something fun you do for yourself, if nothing else.
Life is hard enough without robbing yourself of opportunities for joy.
Iāve had a Steve hc Iāve been loving lately but thereās not many fics. I love chronically ill Steve and would love to see more fics written. Maybe even one with Steve having IBS
Not something I know enough about to write well, but Iād read that.
I want to say that @steviewashere has written chronically ill Steve of some flavor, but I am bad at finding it to link.
Not one I've written yet, but it's definitely an idea I've had floating around for a while!
Not to be a chronic oversharer, but I am very equipped to write this lol; if I can think of something I'll definitely share what I have. Up until now, though, I think I've mentioned Steve having IBS in tags of a post (that I'm unsure if I can find)
Now, I've not written him with any chronic conditions/disabilities/illnesses a lotāthough the ideas have certainly been there.
A list of my own works that might feature something you're looking for:
Can't Forget to Love You
Features Steve with a chronic migraine attack as well as him with ADHD
If It Has to Happen, Let It
Steve struggles with another chronic migraine attack, this time coupled with emetophobia. Warning for vomiting on this one, as it's a major focus.
In It For the Long Haul (And Then Some)
Steve has to have his left leg amputated, but Eddie comes to comfort himāas well as bond over their amputations.
Unfortunately, I also haven't read much in regards to him having chronic illnesses and such. But, with this headcanon, consider this the extra push needed for me to write something. I'm a Steve Harrington has IBS truther through and through.
Give me a little bit, I'll toss something together.
So just a few things to add to the above from @steviewashere that may be up your alley!
I have at least two other relevant posts to tag!
I went into a 4am deep thought dive on what disabilities/chronic illnesses would impact a few of the characters Steve included here!
And slightly less relevant but still comorbidity relevant was a post on what type of neurodivergent Steve would be here!
You will often find me posting about what disabilities and / or chronic illnesses would and could be easily inflicted on my blorbos, of which Steve is my current fixation. It's a great distraction for me, especially if I am flaring or unable to really sit down and write.
I really do need to get stuck in to my wips again, though. They be piling up and getting naggy.
Ohhh my gosh, I am looking so hard at these posts, you have no idea.
There have been so many thoughts I've had regarding his overall health and well-being when it comes to post-canon discoveries. I agree so completely with migraines (as I know most of the fandom has, too). I've also added to that migraine/head trauma stack that he'd also probably be someone who becomes light headed often and is very clumsy and off-balance; as am I, thank you to the five concussions I've had leading up to my twenties.
In regards to HSD or hEDs, neither of these are disorders I've done too much research into. So I'd definitely have to do more if that's something I'd want to focus on in regards to his health as a primary topic in a fic. POTS is definitely something I've looked into quite a lot come post-COVID lockdown (I suspect I picked up COVID at some point without the symptoms and possibly worsened POTS symptoms that I already had prior); so this is something I could look into and pull from my own interactions with.
There's also just a lot of other things I've thought of for Steve in particular. Early onset arthritis in his wrists and hands or carpal tunnel syndrome. Insomnia is always one; combined with your headcanon of him having OCD (another great thing I know a lot about). High-masking autism is something I've seen and discussed a little bit with other people in regards to Steve. Him having bipolar disorder or major depressive disorder in the aftermathāI think he'd most likely have a predisposition for either of these disorders because his parents on both sides have one of these, not necessarily the same on both sides, but either of these disorders nonetheless. Another funky one is him having flat feet (or even Eddie having flat feet), mainly because I need somebody else to experience the bullshit that has been flat feet my entire life.
Okay, anyway, I could go on forever if nobody stops me. I'll probably make my own separate post at some point. But, yes, I love these posts and headcanons and agghhhhhhhhHHHHHH!!!! Sorry, I love talking about him actually being effected by either in-universe things that happen to him, or just him being genetically predisposed to certain conditions (whether chronic illnesses in terms of things like POTS or even just mental health disorders like OCD or ADD).
Would anyone be interested in Steve (or Eddie for that matter) having a heart condition? If so, ya boy got you covered.
To get a teeny bit personal, I have what's called Mitral Valve Prolapse. I can definitely write something up for this if anyone would be interested. It is something I've thought about doing before tbh
Rules: You will be given a word. Share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that start with each letter of that word.
Tagged by @wheneverfeasible. I've been wanting to do another one of these, so thank you šThe word I was given is BEDROCK. So let's go!
āBecause Iām disappointed.ā
Eddie felt his chest tighten and his stomach drop. He wasnāt sure why. He and Steve werenāt close by any means. Still, Harrington had this certain tone to his voice, and it was accompanied by a rather blank expression. It made Eddie want to fight against him but also had him wanting to fix whatever was wrong. Whatever he had done wrong.
Challenge Accepted
āEd? You okay?ā He poked lightly at the lump that he guessed was Eddieās knee.
Again, he didnāt get a verbal response, just Eddie lifting his hand back into his view, tilting it from side to side in a āso-soā manner. Steve grunted softly, turning the pokes into pats.
Speak to My Soul
Despite never actually meeting the guy, Steve felt like he could trust him wholeheartedly when it came to the girls.
Picture in My Pocket (Established Buckingham, eventual Steddie)
Really, it seemed like the people of the small town were flocking to any place that provided air conditioning; or some sense of relief from the relentless sun beams. Steve was maybe a tiny bit jealous of the teens that had free time this summer. He was stuck in a stupid nautical themed ice cream parlor, of all things, watching groups pass by the store front.
Untitled Steddie s3 fic
Only seasoned adventurers knew where to find the best merchants. This player seemed like he knew his way around the lands, so why was he here, looking through Eddieās wares?
Treasures Beyond Trade (NPC Eddie & Adventurer Steve)
Carol rolled her eyes as Eddie froze, then she gestured to the sleeping lump that was Steve. Her entire body was saying what her mouth didnāt need to: āWhat are you waiting for?ā Eddie shook himself out of his stupor and made his way to Steveās bed.
Untitled Steddie fic feat. Tommy & Carol
Kicking up anger and hatred in others seemed to be a natural talent for Steve, even though it was always the last thing he wanted.
Unrequited Hate (<- Possible temp title)
This was the perfect timing since I just started working on a new idea (the fic featuring Tommy & Carol). I feel like it might be fun to get into Carol's head a little, so I might be making that fic in a few different pov's.
