WIP Catch Up Weekend
It's been awhile since I've done one of these, so this is going to be a catch-up weekend!
My focus is going to be finishing the Steddie Winter Exchange fic, which is ALMOST done and I need to post this weekend! So that's #1 priority!
My stretch goal is to clear out the inbox of past WIP Weekend Requests. The stretch stretch goal is to post another chapter of either: Operation: Hot Racks or Second Chance at First Love (and Third Base).
I head off for a week of vacation on Tuesday, and it's a chillcation so I'm planning a lot of writing time. It might just be making some decisions on which WIPs to focus on in the upcoming months, scrapping some for now, or starting new ones.
We'll see! Stay tuned for an actual WIP Wednesday post next week, with updates! And hopefully some snippets between now and then.
For sticking around this long, have an extended snippet of Yeet!Aerobics, featuring Eddie & Ronnie!
Eddie was dying. He couldn't feel his arms. Or his legs. Or his hair. Did he even have hair? Did hair exist? What was hair? "Do I have hair? Hair is a real thing, right? I'm not imagining it? It didn't disappear?" It was suddenly the most important thing in the world to find out the answers to these questions, and thank the metal gods the smartest person in whole world was back from the war and could tell him. "Dude, you know I'm never going to let you live this down, right?" She was laughing at him, but that was all right. That probably meant he had hair. She wouldn't be laughing if he didn't have hair. She loved his hair. "But I do have hair right? You love my hair. You'd be sad if it was gone." "Man, you haven't even smoked up today. Yes, you have hair, Jesus," she said, still laughing at him even through her exasperation. "Exercise is fucking your head up." Eddie cracked his eyes open, and looked over at Ronnie. She was laying on his bed, legs up the wall, head hanging over the side. Her usual position. She was also grinning manically at him, the Ronnie Special which he did not appreciate. "Fuck you Ecker. Not even back in town forty-eight hours and you're mocking me." "I mock you from seven hundred miles away daily, you just can't hear it." "Some best friend you turned out to be." "You're famous with all my New York friends," she went on, her smile turning from manic to the sly, sarcastic grin he loved so much. "They love my Eddie stories. They especially loved the one about you and the possum—" "I maintain mine and Jasper von Jenkins' innocence. Old Lady Lawrence's window broke itself." He ignored the small—giant—twinge of jealousy when she mentioned her New York friends again, and focused on the fact that she was here now, with him, in Hawkins. "And if I could move my arms, I'd kick your ass for spreading lies and slander about me all the way in the Big Apple."
Tags, and a very self-indulgent snippet of a non-Stranger Things fic under the cut. I'm deep in Dungeon Crawler Carl territory, and I'm writing a fic from the POV of a character who has only been mentioned by the main character a few times.
Spoilers (sort-of) for Book 6 of the DCC series beneath the cut.
