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“I need that money,” Steve insists, with the same weird urgency he always gets when the topic of his inheritance comes up. Eddie finds it hard to imagine what anyone would objectively need that amount of money for, but he can't say he doesn't get the appeal. “The problem is that I won't get it if I'm not married by my twenty-first birthday.”
"Plenty of people leave thumbs up emojis in their comments," Steve pointed out.
"Not just a thumbs up emoji," Dustin countered.
Steve paused - that was specific to specific to D&D Dude.
"Then I really think you're fine. You know how he gets sometimes. Guy is like a big soda bottle someone shook up, dude's ready to explode at any moment. He's like a hyperactive squirrel that can't keep focused on something, like a-"
"I get it, Robin," Steve chuckled, pushing her arms off his shoulders, "Thank you for that, though. I needed it."
The @strangerthingswritersguild daily prompt was Croc. So, enjoy some shenanigans ft Erica & Steve. (Future fic, set vaguely mid-2000s)
"No. Nope. Abso-LUTE-ly not, Steve." Steve looked at Erica in confusion.
"What are you talking about?" She gave him one of her Erica Sinclair Patented Bitch please looks. He'd like to say he'd taught her that, but he'd confirmed with Sue that she had the look down from birth.
"You are not wearing those," She gestured angrily towards his feet. "to my wedding, asshole!"
"They're comfortable! And match my suit."
"...Steve. Steve please say sike right now." Steve grinned at her, enjoying this.
"Sorry. My mother told me it's bad to lie." She narrowed her eyes at him.
"Steven. I've met your mother. I work for your mother. She's a highly paid, cutthroat attorney. There is no way she ever said those words." Erica said the words highly paid and cutthroat with a concerning amount of admiration.
"Anyway, Dustin said it was fine. He approved the outfit." That was maybe stretching it. What Dustin had actually said, was "I don't care what you wear to my wedding asshole, now shut up, I have some important business to tend to", but Steve figured that counted as approval. Also, Steve was pretty sure the important NASA business was an on-going internet battle with the guy who wanted to strip Pluto of planet status. "And it's too late now. Robin's already got a matching suit."
Erica groaned and the glare increased. "Fine. But if you're wearing those yellow monstrosities to my wedding you're buying us everything off the registry. And I expect a cashier's cheque to cover first class upgrades for the honeymoon. I can't be expected to endure eight hours in coach with the memory of those seared into my eyeballs." She gave Steve's feet one last, withering glare, and marched out of the room to finish getting ready for her wedding.
Steve grinned, and looked down at the offensive, bright yellow crocs. "Worth it," he decided, as he went in search of Robin.
Reminder of the Rules: Send me an emoji in an ask, and I’ll write 3-5 sentences and/or paragraphs from that WIP! No limits to the amount of emojis you can request. I will, however, limit to a max of nine (9) sentences total per ask - You will get somewhere between 3 to 9 sentences, depending lol
[they’re all Steddie fics lol]
🪞 - Modern AU where Eddie’s record label wants him to ‘clean up’ his image a bit and brings in one Steve Harrington do perform said ‘makeover’ LOL
🪈 - I’ve been poking at a little thing expanding on these two mini-fics featuring Steve in a boyband and CC!Eddie
🦊 - silverfox!Steve x younger!Eddie (shy, homebody Steve with a more confident Eddie)
🧁 - Modern #steddie AU where Steve is a YT-er who does baking tutorials, but with a GoPro strapped to his chest so all the viewer hears is Steve’s voice and all they see is Steve’s hands as he works. He’s got MILLIONS of followers. Eddie Munson, lead singer of Corroded Coffin is one of them. Eddie creates an anonymous account to follow/subscribe.
🔐 - Steddie Big Bang 2026 :) [this is secret so you can pick another of the above to get a snippet of in place of the secret project]
If you are looking for ✝️ (Steve the Slayer), it is posted here
Also gonna no pressure tag: @shelleyminx @battythejester, @vthx, @yesdangerpls, @belladora, @withacapitalp, @shares-a-vest, @stevesjockstrap, @turinspeachjam , @augustjustice and @onirislanding
cc: @strangerthingswritersguild
Have a snippet of 🧁 under the cut
Eddie watched as BakingFella put a glass over one of the cookies, gave a few spins, and turned a slightly misshapen cookie into a perfect circle.
"And voila! Perfect circles! Let these bad boys cool and then you can either give them to your sweetheart or enjoy them all on your own. But not all at once - wouldn't want to make yourself sick."
Eddie drowsily watched as BakingFella finished reshaping the cookies, set them on a cooling rack and then washed his hands in a bright white farm sink.
"And remember, keep calm and bake on." One of BakingFella's hands appeared on the screen making the 'hang ten' sign. "BakingFella out!"
The screen went black and Eddie felt himself grinning. He brought the keyboard on the table to hit 'like', then realized he was signed into his very public facing profile.
"Well, that wouldn't go well," Eddie muttered to himself. "Although dude's clearly popular." BakingFella had upwards of two million subscribers and the comments on his video ranged from grateful college students to thirsty moms to everything in between.
BakingFella clearly had a lot of fans - and after only one video, Eddie was one too.
"Keep calm and bake on," Eddie mumbled to himself as he put the tablet on the nightstand and went to sleep.
Steve's hand shifted, winding into curls as he scratched at Eddie's scalp. He melted, going nearly boneless at his side as he sighed deeply, tension leaving his body. Steve smiled at the reaction, affection blooming in his chest at how similar he was to Tews sometimes. They stayed like that for several minutes, basking in the quiet. The only light in the room was the flickering of the screen, which was going largely unwatched.
Even (or especially) when they "don't like" each other, Steve and Eddie can never escape getting stuck in shenanigans together:
Eddie crowed in triumph, holding up a hairpin he had fished out of one of the drama club’s wigs. “Those little cretins, trying to lock me up inside my own lair! What fools. Haven’t they learned–you don’t mess with Hawkins High’s top juvenile delinquent.”
Steve rolled his eyes, leaning against the wall and watching as Eddie started to pick the lock. “Puh-lease, Munson. You’re not so scary.”
Eddie grasped at his heart, as though Steve had landed a fatal blow. God, he wasn’t scary, but he was dramatic.
“You wound me, King Steven. Truly you do.”
It's once again WIP Weekend Time - Holiday Weekend Edition. It's Memorial Day in the US, so I have Monday off, which means extra time for fic writing!
I also haven't touched my Mixtape Madness challenge in a hot minute, so I'm going to split up some of the songs so they can be voted on individually! I've been making good progress on my SBB, and have a new PWP one-shot that I plan to publish over the weekend as well.
As always, send me an ask, and I'll give you a few sentences in that work. Except the Big Bang fic. That's top secret information.
❓ Steddie Big Bang Fic
🏙️ Mixtape Madness - Suffragete City
👠 Mixtape Madness - Head over Heels
💋 Mixtape Madness - I Was Made for Lovin' You
🧙♂️ Mixtape Madness - Chosen Ones
🎲 Can't decide? I'll roll a d6, with 6 being a free choice for me!
Here's a snippet from my upcoming PWP Fic (NSFW obviously):
Eddie groaned into the kiss before pulling away. "Why do you still have your pants on? Wait, did you wipe your ha-"
Steve surged down, pressing a firm kiss to Eddie, but unable to resist the huge grin fighting for dominance on his face. Eddie playfully tried to shove him back, but Steve took the opportunity to drop his full weight onto Eddie, pushing the air out of his lungs as Steve dove back toward his lips, Eddie twisting his head this way and that to avoid his playful kisses.
"Ste- no, Steve, di-, no, stop it, did you, di- did you, Steve!" Eddie laughed, unable to get more than a word or two out as Steve peppered his mouth with kisses, chasing him back and forth. Eddie finally managed to get some leverage, turning his body into the couch and over onto his belly, where Steve couldn't attack his lips anymore.
"Steve! Did you wipe your lube-covered hands on my shirt?" Eddie groused at him, feeling Steve snake his arms around Eddie, kissing his shoulders playfully.
"Well, I didn't not wipe my hands on your shirt…" Steve elongated his words as Eddie fought to flip back over, sending them both tumbling off the couch and onto the floor.
It's the weekend again, and a long one at that - and just in time, we're about to face the first heatwave of the year. Time to break out the pop-up pool and do some writing in the shade! 😎
Claims for the @steddiebbang are getting closer, and chapter 3 of my fic is nearing completion!
Speaking of complete: chapter 7 of the Life Debt AU is done, and so is part 5 of Like Fine Whiskey! This one still needs edits, but I'll probably post it some time in June.
Over the next few days, I have a lot of new stuff for you - not only chapter 11 of The King's Gift, but also two new ficlets! Stay tuned! ❤️
Send me an emoji, and I'll write and share three sentences from that project
❓️ Steddie Big Bang 2026
⚔️ Life Debt AU
👋 Meet the parents
🧚♂️ Neverland
Snippet from ⚔️
A figure steps out from between the trees - slowly and silently, starlight glinting off silver steel and wary blue eyes. Beside him, Eddie grows tense.
“Wait, who are you? How do you know-”
Steve doesn’t pay him any mind. The branch thuds to the ground for a second time. Pebbles and roots cut into his naked feet as he sways forward, but he hardly feels the pain.
The young woman before them yelps a half-formed protest, barely managing to lower her bow and arrow. He doesn’t care. He’s already launching himself at her, sweeping her off her feet and into a bone-crushing hug.
It can’t be true.
But it must be. Because she’s here, alive and well in his castle, in his arms, right when he was told not to go out and search for her.
Maybe he was wrong about the magic. Maybe it did decide to help him out.
Because Nancy is here in his arms, alive and well.
It’s nothing short of a miracle, but he will damn well take it.
Time for all the words!!!! Thanks for the tag @fuctacles!!
Reminder of the Rules: Send me an emoji in an ask, and I’ll write 3-5 sentences and/or paragraphs from that WIP! No limits to the amount of emojis you can request. I will, however, limit to a max of nine (9) sentences total per ask - You will get somewhere between 3 to 9 sentences, depending lol
[they’re all Steddie fics lol]
🪞 - Modern AU where Eddie’s record label wants him to ‘clean up’ his image a bit and brings in one Steve Harrington do perform said ‘makeover’ LOL
🪈 - I’ve been poking at a little thing expanding on these two mini-fics featuring Steve in a boyband and CC!Eddie
🦊 - silverfox!Steve x younger!Eddie (shy, homebody Steve with a more confident Eddie)
🧁 - Modern #steddie AU where Steve is a YT-er who does baking tutorials, but with a GoPro strapped to his chest so all the viewer hears is Steve’s voice and all they see is Steve’s hands as he works. He’s got MILLIONS of followers. Eddie Munson, lead singer of Corroded Coffin is one of them. Eddie creates an anonymous account to follow/subscribe.
🔐 - Steddie Big Bang 2026 :) [this is secret so you can pick another of the above to get a snippet of in place of the secret project]
If you are looking for ✝️ (Steve the Slayer), it is posted here
Also gonna no pressure tag: @shelleyminx @battythejester, @vthx, @yesdangerpls, @belladora, @withacapitalp, @shares-a-vest, @stevesjockstrap, @turinspeachjam and @onirislanding
cc: @strangerthingswritersguild
Have a snippet of 🪞 under the cut
"Not bad," Eddie commented.
"I'll take that as the compliment it was meant to be," Steve said in an amused tone. "But now, your hair. May I?"
Eddie nodded, watching in the mirror as Steve took his hair down from the sloppy bun he'd thrown it into to that morning; he hadn't hand a haircut in a while and his hair hung in wild, crazy curls down to his elbows.
"It's been a while," Eddie said.
"Well, you certainly have a lot of hair," Steve murmured. "Good curl."
"Thanks," Eddie replied, watching in the mirror as Steve shifted Eddie's hair this way and that, a thoughtful look on his face.
"I want to try something," Steve said. "Now that I'm seeing your hair in person, can get my hands on it."
"Am I going to hate it?" Eddie asked.
It's time for another WIP Weekend! I took the last one off for my birthday, so it's nice to be getting back to it. I've made a lot of progress on my Steddie Big Bang Fic and am so excited for you all to see it.
As a reminder, send me an emoji and I'll post a few sentences from what I am writing (except the SBB fic, those are top secret!)
❓ Steddie Big Bang - REDACTED
🎧 Mixtape Madness - 1/6 Songs Complete
🌶️ Take a break from prompts and work on some PWP!
Here's a snippet of 🎧 below!
"Nah, that's not it. I…well, fuck it," Steve finally relented, turning on his side as his body curled slightly toward Eddie. "Weed makes me really fucking horny, dude."
Eddie whipped his head back to Steve, eyes wide as he stared into darkened hazel eyes. His mind went blank as he desperately thought of something to say back, mouth opening and closing like some kind of dumb fucking fish.
"Yeah, that's pretty common, I think," Eddie squeaked out, feeling how warm his face was as he stared up at the ceiling, willing his skin to cool as he felt Steve's eyes on his face, felt his fingers dance up Eddie's forearm, felt knuckles drag across his jaw, felt his palm on his cheek, turning his head to face him. Steve had wiggled closer when Eddie was distracted, their noses almost brushing as he lost himself in Steve's hazel eyes.
Rules: Send me an emoji in an ask, and I’ll write 3-5 sentences and/or paragraphs from that WIP. No limits to the amount of emojis you can request, please feel free to send multiple!
I was tagged by @tinytalkingtina; thanks so much, friend!!! 💛🖤💛
Long time no see! I'm trying to get back into the swing of writing now that I'm going to have more free time on my hands, so I've got quite a few options here to try and get the creative juices flowing:
🔄️- you wanna feel how it feels Ch. 7 - Steddie bodyswap fic
🧠- Tangled Together ‘verse - Steddie bodysharing fic series
💥 - Pre-S4 Steddie as the kids divorced dads
💞 - Crush Confessions Ch. 2
🎓- take me home tonight -a 'party the night before graduation' fic, Steddie with some background Ronance
🍦- Summer of '86 fic, inspired by Conan Gray's "This Song"
⏳- S1!Steve time travels to the future
🧢- post-S5 Kas fic
❓- mystery fic; I'm keeping the idea for this one under wraps, so if you request it, I'll give you a snippet from another fic that you request or at random
Tags and a snippet from the next Steddie bodyswap chapter below the cut:
Being up close and personal was clearly bringing certain things to his attention, too. In an abrupt, cartoonish show of shock, Eddie widened Steve’s eyes, the pair of them going big and round and so, so hazel in the early morning light.
He still looks like a total Bambi, Steve thought affectionately.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Eddie flailed, arms pinwheeling through the air before he finally pointed an accusatory finger at the top of Steve’s head, “What the hell’d you do to m–to your hair?”
It was Steve’s turn to preen, his smile smug. Fluffing the curls with one hand, he tossed Eddie’s hair back and forth, biting back a giggle as the metalhead gaped at him.
Man, that really was as fun as girls always made it look.
“What do you think? Cuz, I gotta say…personally, I think your advice worked like a charm. I mean,” his grin turned cocky, “you are the hair care master, after all.”
Eddie spluttered in disbelief. “Christ alive, man! Like that, I–you look like some kind of uh, uh–well-groomed, yappy little lap dog!”
Mr. Munson snorted, covering up the sound quickly with a cough–although, given the coffee he’d been sipping, maybe it was only partially an act.
This time, Steve was the one gasping in outrage. “Uh, I so do not! The curls totally look pretty like this!”
Eddie’s borrowed cheeks flushed a deep crimson–whether from anger, or embarrassment, or even bashfulness, it was hard to say.
I am no pressure tagging a few folks (and the ST writing server of course):
@strangerthingswritersguild @swishyclang @helpimstuckposting @turinspeachjam @hbyrde36 @yesdangerpls @battythejester @shelleyminx @madcapromantic @onirislanding @allsteddie @fuctacles @literatiruinedme @after-the-end-times @stars-of-nixie @arcanemoody and anyone else who sees this and would like to join!
Reminder of the Rules: Send me an emoji in an ask, and I’ll write 3-5 sentences and/or paragraphs from that WIP! No limits to the amount of emojis you can request. I will, however, limit to a max of nine (9) sentences total per ask - You will get somewhere between 3 to 9 sentences, depending lol
[they’re all Steddie fics lol]
🪞 - Modern AU where Eddie’s record label wants him to ‘clean up’ his image a bit and brings in one Steve Harrington do perform said ‘makeover’ LOL
🪈 - I’ve been poking at a little thing expanding on these two mini-fics featuring Steve in a boyband and CC!Eddie
🦊 - silverfox!Steve x younger!Eddie (shy, homebody Steve with a more confident Eddie)
🧁 - Modern #steddie AU where Steve is a YT-er who does baking tutorials, but with a GoPro strapped to his chest so all the viewer hears is Steve’s voice and all they see is Steve’s hands as he works. He’s got MILLIONS of followers. Eddie Munson, lead singer of Corroded Coffin is one of them. Eddie creates an anonymous account to follow/subscribe.
🔐 - Steddie Big Bang 2026 :) [this is secret so you can pick another of the above to get a snippet of in place of the secret project]
Also gonna no pressure tag: @shelleyminx @battythejester, @vthx, @yesdangerpls, @belladora, @withacapitalp, @shares-a-vest, @stevesjockstrap, @turinspeachjam and @onirislanding
cc: @strangerthingswritersguild
Have a snippet of 🧁 under the cut
Eddie came across the account purely by accident. He got onto YouTube after one of his concerts and just randomly clicked on the first video on his homepage - he watched so much random shit to wind down, his algorithm was already totally bonkers.
Lying in bed clad only in his boxer briefs, Eddie settled the tablet against a pillow and let the video load. A black screen gave way to a plain wooden table filled bowls of varying sides, measuring cups and spoons and tons of baking ingredients.
"Welcome back to You Can Bake. This is BakingFella here again to walk you through making simple chocolate chip cookies."
Eddie couldn't see who was speaking, could only hear a voice and see the ingredients on the table. The voice was very masculine and quite soothing - it looked like the man had a GoPro trapped to his chest, which would tilt a bit as the man moved and grabbed bowls and ingredients.
"I know it can seem daunting - there's a lot of things on this table," the man, BakingFella, continued. "But I promise it's really easy."
Eddie easily got lost in the deep, melodic tones of the man's voice and laid in bed transfixed by the man's hands. The video went on for about an hour, with BakingFella explaining each step and showing clearly what he was doing.
"Although dude's clearly popular." BakingFella had upwards of two million subscribers and the comments on his video ranged from grateful college students to thirsty moms to everything in between.
BakingFella clearly had a lot of fans - and after only one video, Eddie was one too.
He swore as he pulled up, noticing Steve’s beat up car -- his beloved Beemer, still in use after all these years, no matter how much Steve complained about the upkeep -- parked in the driveway. Eddie tried to calm his breathing. Okay. Just because he was home didn’t mean he had read the letter. Maybe it hadn’t arrived yet. Maybe it had arrived, and Steve was too busy with grading papers to read it.
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