Hello! ✨ I'm November! I write Steddie fic that's often NSFW and/or with heavy queer themes. I'm 30. Swedish. She/her 💖
This blog is 18+, please respect that! (I use the tag "nsft" because I don't want to get shadowbanned lol)
My works:
Something Lost, Something Found - (NSFW. Finished.) Porn with (slutty, slutty) Plot. Steve wakes up one morning with something... missing, and something else in its place. Eddie's a virgin. They make an arrangement.
Secret Smile, Wistful Eyes - (Mature themes. Finished.) Steve tells Eddie a secret, and navigating it only brings them closer together - if there is such a thing when you're already a little bit in love. They just haven't addressed that part yet. (Trans Steve Harrington, my beloved 💖)
All I Do Is Want - (NSFW. Oneshot.) Same series as Secret Smile. A sweet, smutty oneshot of Steve being invited over to meet Eddie's uncle for the first time. It's very Feelings and VERY smut 💖
Keep You Always - (NSFW. Finished.) A/B/O Studding fic, featuring omega Eddie and omega Steve, with Steve transitioning to an alpha. It's very Gender, very dynamic focused, and extremely smutty. It's fun and the boys are so soft for each other!
Who Embraces the Monsters - (Mature themes. Oneshot.) A horror oneshot with romantic undertones. Eddie comes back wrong. He's turning into something horrible, and he forces Steve to make a split second decision, letting Eddie sacrifice himself again to save everyone. (No Major Character Death, hopeful ending)
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Sooooooooooooooo I ended up making a small comic to accompany the illustration I made instead of a sketch…
Very much self indulgent if I do say so myself, but I hope the few who wanted to see Eddie falling on his ass are happy with the result, I’m sure he is..
"this post has only 20 notes" factoid actualy just statistical error. post has 10020 notes. Reblogs Georg, who reblogged the original post and got 10000 notes on their reblog, is not an outlier adn should absolutely be fucking counted
a selection of some of the fic covers that i made for the fics i put on my e-reader :]
these are, as always, just for me, for my own personal use and i do my best to try to find stock images so i'm not stealing someone else's artwork. and then i just add some text in from canva, lmao.
now i just gotta pick which covers i'll make next 🤔
the fics are:
METAMORPHOSES by fastcardotmp3
Canis Lupis Familiaris by ItCanBePalped
the witch and the clone-a-willy by novemberthorne
sweet little thing by ghosttotheparty
Conversation Hearts Series by ItCanBePalped
aren't we? by dykejoon (no i'm not ready to talk about the fact that it's been orphaned 😭)
Here is part 2 (out of 3) of my Steddie Winter Exchange for @onyxthex!
I also wrote another ficlet, since I am apparently a fanfic writer now?? Anyway, enjoy!
(Both chapters are on ao3)
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Indianapolis, 3rd of July 1987
The cool feeling of air from the new A/C almost made Eddie shiver once he opened the door to the apartment. Thank you, Eddie of last week.
It had been an expensive purchase, but one he now was very happy with as he stepped out of his rather sweaty work overall. This summer was one of the hottest in years and Eddie could not survive without some air movement.
Add that to the list of things that made Eddie feel like some lost country bumpkin here in Indianapolis.
Well, that bumpkin is going back to his country tomorrow I guess, he thought as he wrangled out of his t-shirt and pants. As he did, he noticed that the light of the answering machine was blinking red on the coffee table.
”Shit!”
He had missed the call from Steve he was waiting for. Damn, stupid overtime.
Standing in his boxers in his livingroom, Eddie stared at the tiny blinking eye of the machine. Oh well, shower first, then Steve.
Hopefully there hadn’t been a change in plans for tomorrow. Eddie had been looking forwards to this for a while.
——
After a shower and a smokebreak on the balcony while he let his hair dry, Eddie pushed the buttom of the answering machine and tiredly plopped down on the couch.
A loud BEEP sounded thought the room and the voice of the man Eddie missed the most right now (sorry Wayne) reached his ears.
”Hey Eddie, I know you’re probably still at work but since we’ll see each other tomorrow I’ll just leave a message, if that’s alright? Fuck, of course it’ll be alright, it’s not like— ” Muffled banging and a distant ”Is that Eddie? Tell him I said hello!” could be heard in the background.
”— No Robin, he’s not home yet, I’m leaving a message! Yes, I’ll still tell him hello fro— No Rob, not that! Shut up!”
Some unintelligible whispering was all Eddie could hear, before Steve’s wonderful voice returned.
”Sorry Eds, Robin says hello. Tried telling her that we’ll all see each other tomorrow, but well, you know how she is. Anyway! I just wanted to update you on some changes to the plans. Nothing big! I just though you’d like to hear it from m— Well—”
A clearing of the throat. Eddie picked at a hole in his jeans. He could almost picture Steve blushing, hopefully matching his own warm cheeks. Wishful thinking perhaps, but Eddie would gladly wish on every star that covered Steve Harrington’s skin.
The machine was quiet for a moment.
”…Anyway. We’re still celebrating 4th of July at the Hopper-Byers, no changes there. Most of the extended Party will be there, but I recently found out that Erica apparently is away at summer camp, so there you won’t be able to debate the concept of celebrating Americas birthday with her. I know you were looking forward to that! Buuuuut, we’ll still be enough people for even group members in that quiz-thingy you’re planning—”
Eddie rolled his eyes, but his smile was not leaving anytime soon.
” — Since Gareth will be joining us! Yes, I know, I was surprised as well. Apparently he’s become pretty good friends with Will, and Joyce invited him over. I should have realized his parents working at the hospital could mean they’d be busy during the 4th, so it’s a good thing Gareth brought it up to the kids. I did ask Jeff and Goodie if they also wanted to come, maybe hitch a ride to Hawkins with me and Rob since we’re all in Chicago anyway. But they’re working, so no dice. But I still hope you’ll have fun seeing mostly everyone again, Eds! I know you’ve been busy recently, but everyone misses you. The kids miss you. I—”
Eddie could hear Steve take a deep breath into the phone.
”— I miss you. It’s not the same, talking over the phone. And there are some things I’ve recently figured out about myself that I—” in
A pause. An admission, whispered into the phone.
” — I’d really like to tell you face to face. Tomorrow. I’ll tell you tomorrow. See you, Eddie.”
CLICK
With fear and hope fighting like birds in the too small cage that was his chest, Eddie stared at the answering machine. Tomorrow.
Something important will happen tomorrow.
Carefully, he stood up. Well I suppose, I need to start packing.
