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katytheinspiredworkaholic · 10 months

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WIP Wednesday

Subconscious (Steve’s Story)

Summary: Steddie Canon compliant/fix-it fic paired with a corresponding story in Eddie’s POV, each chapter happens in tandem with the other. No matter what he does, no matter who he is with or what is happening in the aftermath of their failed battle with Vecna – Steve Harrington can’t stop thinking about Eddie Munson. He’s even begun to see him in his dreams…

(companion to this Eddie Snippet)

((Unbeta'd snippet from Chapter 02. I wasn't going to do another entire dream sequence, but this shows the difference between the stories in comparison to Eddie's version of the same dream. So this is super duper long. Not sorry. Steve's had a Day™ so he's already in need to a dream that's not a nightmare. Luckily for him this one is just jam-packed with nostalgia. The only parts of the snippet that might not make sense are 1. Joyce Byer's bought back her house, hence the Byer's family dinners. It's covered in the first chapter. 2. There's a conversation with Robin in Steve's kitchen that takes place and is referenced a few times in Steve's inner musings. 3. There's also references to the first dream with Eddie, which I have Eddie's version in a snippet that can be found [here], but I haven't posted Steve's version as a preview yet. See tags for CW/TW.))

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When Steve dreams, he’s usually driving.

Nightmares always begin as something else. Running, hiding, breathing so harshly his throat feels scraped raw. He feels bites, he feels punches, sharp instruments about to cut into his skin or pull his fingernails out one by one, he feels his body thrown against a wall, or something cold and flesh-like wrapped tight around his neck until he thinks he’s going to pass out. Nightmares are always full of the fear induced fleeing for his life, for the lives of the ones he cares about.

But in this dream he isn’t driving. And he isn’t running. He’s walking.

He recognizes Hawkins like he would recognize the shape of his own hand, or the feel of walking around his house knowing where every turn is and which steps on the stairs creak. It’s instinctual, looking up to see a random suburban landscape and knowing for a fact it’s how the houses are laid out Northeast of Maple Street. He knows the trailer park is just behind him, he knows that if he keeps following this road it will take him around town, past the rows of cookie-cutter houses, and into the woods where the Byers house resides. Further on the outskirts of town. If he was in his car, he could be there in 20 minutes.

But he’s walking along the empty street. His car is nowhere in sight, and oddly that feels okay. He’s not worried about it. Up ahead of him, he can see the kids messing around on their bikes, and Steve suddenly knows without a shadow of a doubt that they are going to Mrs. Byer’s house. The one she shares with Hopper, now, and with all of them on any given day of the week. The kids are taking their sweet time, jumping the curb and circling back slowly – he’s almost pleasantly surprised, thinking they are waiting for him.

Then Max speeds past him on her skateboard, and Steve forgets how to breathe for a second.

Max.

She looks over her shoulder at him, a smile escaping her despite every effort to smother it, red hair pushed back by the early evening breeze and mocking him with a tongue stuck out. Then she’s with the boys, schooling their asses on her skateboard even though they could leave her in the dust with their six speeds. They wouldn’t, though, and if Steve hadn’t already been walking he probably would have stopped at the sight. Only the momentum of one foot in front of the other keeps him moving.

He’s missed seeing her with the kids. Seeing her keeping them in line and on their toes, her presence was grounding, and the boys greet her like she had never been missing at all. Like she hasn’t spent every day of the past three months in a hospital bed, with no change and eyes closed. Lost in a dreamless sleep. (He hopes.)

No, he wouldn’t think about that now. Not with the sight in front of him. This… this was how it should be. The sun setting on Hawkins, all of them rounding themselves up and then heading to the one place they are allowed to be themselves. All parts of them, good and bad, strong and damaged. No one left behind.

“Harrington!”

That makes him stop. Steve suddenly doesn’t know how to move his feet. He turns and looks back towards the trailer park, hands in his letterman jacket pockets, and watches Eddie Munson jog up to him. Smiling, whole, as suitable to the late summer evening as anything ever has a right to be. He fits, in his ripped denim and metal band T-shirt, blues and pinks and purples of the sky making him stand out starkly.

“Munson,” he greets, smiling back and it feels more fond than it should. As if they’ve been friends for years, and not days. As if he’s always around to join them on their walk to the Byer’s place. Always around for Family Dinners.

Like he should be.

Steve teases him about it, because even in the dream it feels like Eddie has never been to those pushed together second-hand dining room tables in the backyard. Never been there to help pass food around, or fight the kids for the best hamburger patties, or chuck potato chips across the table to make his point about whatever he and the kids would argue about. Nerd stuff. Dungeons and Dragons. Steve wouldn’t know what the hell they were talking about, but he’d give anything in the world to be able to listen in. “I see you’ve decided to join us.”

“Yeah, well, I figured it was time for me to make an appearance in the land of the living,” Eddie shrugs at him, a handsome smile spread wide across his face. But his words make Steve’s insides go ice cold.

Always joking, even about his own fucking death. “That’s not funny.”

But Eddie cackles with laughter, like the madman he is, who just missed meeting his maker. “It’s a little funny. I almost died, man, let me own it.”

And God, it could be so easy. This would be the easiest conversation to have. It sounds so much like him, and Eddie is so much more vivid here than he is in the nightmares. His words are so authentic Steve isn’t even sure how his brain came up with them. ((This is a dream.)) he reminds himself. It’s only a dream, and dreams have to make some kind of sense if they are to continue. Steve doesn’t want to let go of this dream, with Max and Eddie there – where they should be. So he accepts Eddie’s easy quip, and tries to make himself believe that this is how it could be. Eddie almost died. But he didn’t. Maybe Steve had still done CPR, and maybe this time Eddie’s chest had started to move on its own, maybe he’d been able to help both Eddie and Dustin limp out of the Upside Down. Maybe he’d gotten the other man to a hospital.

Maybe Eddie Munson could have lived.

Maybe, instead of being the government’s scapegoat, they could have created a bullshit cover story like they had when Will ‘came back from the dead’, and he’d still be living in that shitty trailer park with his Uncle and bitching about trying to pass finals with Robin this year. Maybe this year could have been his year to graduate.

Maybe, just maybe… it could have all been so different.

They walk forever, it feels like. But Steve could have lived inside that moment for the rest of his days. He and Eddie talk shit about everything and nothing, the kids are up ahead but never so far that he can’t see them. Their voices trailing back down the street, Max’s laughter louder than all the rest. He doesn’t even remember the last time she laughed in the past year. Eddie is smiling at him, teasing him, pulls out a joint and lights it for Steve to take the first hit. Leaning in close and not caring about personal space in the slightest. It’s so easy. It’s so comfortable. It’s the best day Steve has had in weeks.

“So where are we going, again?” Eddie asks after what feels like hours. Steve has never thought of someone as such a weirdo in an affectionate way until a couple years ago. Dustin, Robin – of course, but Eddie has it in Spades. He owns it to the point that Steve can’t help but lean into it. Can’t help but think that only Eddie would walk for blocks and blocks with him without even asking where he was off to. Just along for the ride. Even though this particular evening was something that Steve had been wanting Eddie to be a part of for a long, long time.

Family Dinner. Mrs. Byer’s house; sweet little Mrs. Byer’s who barely came up to his shoulder and had more strength in her pinkie finger than half this damn town. She welcomes in everyone her boys bring home with open arms and big sympathetic eyes and an air about her that makes Steve think she must have been cool as fuck in high school. And the way she bossed Hopper around was a sight to see. They argued like an old married couple, even though there is some on-going inside joke about an unfulfilled date at that Italian place downtown. (Mostly because it’s not even there anymore, lost to the Upside Down. Steve had taken a few girls there back when his parents were funding his weekend excursions, it wasn’t cheap. And was not re-opening any time soon. So instead the two made spaghetti all the time and talked about Enzos like it had been a person they both knew.)

Eddie flips out when Steve mentions Hopper will be there, scrambling to put out the blunt and spitting saliva on the sidewalk like they would be able to smell it on his breath instead of all over his clothes and long hair. “You could have warned me! Fucking Hopper.” He says it with a smile, and Steve notices he doesn’t say ‘Officer Hopper’ or even ‘Chief Hopper’. Like he knew him before all of this.

“He’s not a cop, anymore,” Steve laughs, pausing their walk to let his hands hover near Eddie’s shoulder. The dork is putting the blunt out on the bottom of his high-tops and is not coordinated in the slightest to do so.

“Yeah but he’s busted my ass far too many times for me to show up at his HOUSE reeking of the devil’s lettuce,” Eddie says so matter-of-factly, and it sounds so genuine that Steve busts up laughing. His voice echoes down the street with it, Eddie watching him do so with a grin that’s a little more soft around the edges. “No joking, he would drag my ass to the back of his cruiser and scare the hell out of me driving past the police station. But he always took me home to Wayne, never booked me.”

“I get the feeling Hop never really booked a lot of us for things he should have,” Steve tells him, still laughing under his breath like he has the giggles, the vibration of them caught up in his chest and spilling out his mouth every few words. “He used to break up my house parties when I threw them, but it was always like… right at 10:00 at night. He let us have our fun, but never let it get out of hand.”

“No shit! I always thought those parties were short,” Eddie grins, glancing out into the night where the kids were still circling their bikes just out of ear shot. “In case you were too busy doing keg stands by the pool back then, I was the dealer set up in your kitchen selling blunts and baggies off to any passerby with a couple bucks on them.”

“Kinda hard to see when you’re upside down and chugging beer like oxygen,” Steve points out, but says it like an apology. He’d never known where the weed came from at his parties. It would just appeared out of thin air and in his hands like magic. Eddie nods along, understanding and not surprised. He’s not exactly a forgettable person, but the few times they’ve talked he always seems to think that he blends into the background. That it’s expected that Steve wouldn’t remember him at his house parties. The pang of guilt Steve feels is short lived, because Eddie glances at him with that twist of a smirk that should not be as handsome as it is.

“I also ate all your Oreos.”

“That was you?” Steve exclaims.

“Every time,” Eddie grins that shit-eating grin of his, not looking the least bit sorry. “I thought you were keeping them stocked for me! Your reputation as a host preceded you.”

“I hid them on the top shelf, by the wine glasses!”

“And I was set up in that little nook right by that cabinet, it was like my name was on them!” Eddie gestures widely as he speaks, moving his hands constantly in grand gestures that make it really hard for Steve to look away. He’d have to ask Robin if she’s ever seen Eddie in drama, he seems like he’d be good at it.

He pictures where Robin had been sitting in his kitchen just that morning, and realizes that’s the nook that Eddie was talking about. So it’s really easy for Steve to imagine Eddie there, instead, sitting on the counter with his container of oreos and his old-school metal lunch box full of blunts, dealing when the party was in full-swing. Holding court and maybe even telling people to back off if they asked for a cookie, pushing them back with his feet and doing that thing where he pretends to be more scary than he is.

“You’re something else, Munson,” he chides with no bite whatsoever. Steve hasn’t stopped smiling the whole walk, something like affection swelling up warmly inside him, and it probably has nothing to do with the weed. But it’s an easy thing to blame it all on.

The evening shifts not long after that; the rows and rows of suburban houses melt into trees that tower and stretch off into the distance, and the winding road comes to an end at the Byer’s place. It is a little one-story house half buried in leaves from the surrounding forest, but Hopper and Joyce have been hard at work getting it back into shape after the property being deserted for so long. It is a welcome sight, far more welcome than his own home has ever been; and Steve is so lost in the little details of it that he doesn’t realize Eddie isn’t walking next to him anymore.

“So this is your dream, is it?”

An ice cold sensation creeps into his chest, forcing Steve to stop and turn to look at Eddie. A good 15 feet back, hands in his jacket pockets, looking at the house like it’s something he’s not allowed to have. But it’s his words that strike to the heart of Steve’s confusion. ((Your dream.)) That’s what he said. But how could he possibly know…

“This. This is what we fought for?” Eddie asks, nodding to the house, the crowded driveway full of cars and bikes and the sounds of too many teenagers in the backyard (in the best of ways, not like Steve used to hear at his own home not so long ago). “No one is dead. Everyone is here. Family dinners.” It’s as if he’s reading Steve’s mind, because yes, yes that is what he wants. This is everything that they shouldn’t have, and can't seem to keep, no matter how hard they try to hold on to it – and he just wishes they could. That they didn’t have to try so hard to be happy.

“Yeah, Munson. This is it.” This is everything he’s ever wanted.

It’s the kind of evening dreams are made of, apparently. The watercolor sky gives way to darkness in a manner that doesn’t make his heart thump faster in fear. Stars poking through the inky indigo above them. Eddie is wide-eyed and nervous, but he’s here and whole and God that’s all Steve wanted. That’s all he’s wanted for weeks. Some days it feels like it’s eating him alive.

“...are you sure I should come in? I mean.” He gestures to himself, as if there’s something wrong with him on principle. Ripped skinny jeans and studded black leather belts, long hair and tattoos. Steve doesn’t think he’s felt this personally offended on someone else’s behalf in a long time. What kind of nonsense was Eddie on about now? Walking all the way here and not coming inside?

“Of course you should come in.”

He might have spoken a little more harshly than he intended, because Eddie’s gaze is avoiding him again. Steve can almost physically see the guy recoil and retreat into his natural defense mechanism. Make it a joke, over-exaggeration and all. He croons at Steve like the girls in high school used to, twisting a strand of hair in front of his mouth and swaying a little on the spot, ridiculous and owning it – asking if Steve would really miss him if he wasn’t there for dinner.

As if Steve hasn’t missed his stupid face every single day.

Yes, yes he fucking misses him. Steve can feel the space in the world that Eddie used to occupy, as if it was torn away violently and is still trying to heal.

He doesn’t know why Eddie doesn’t seem to understand that.

((This is a dream.))

And Steve is tired of not being able to say the words that have been screaming inside his head for months.

“It’s not right,” he grits out, shaking his head and he’s not mad at Eddie. But he can’t look away from him and he’s not entirely sure he’s controlling the expression on his face very well. “If you’re not here – with us. With me.”

Eddie’s not moving and hasn’t blinked, but his chest is still moving and he’s breathing a little heavier. Way to go, Harrington. Elaborate, dumbass. (Why does his inner voice always sound like Robin?)

“You…” fuck it all, he can’t stand to not talk about it anymore. “You died, Eddie. You actually died down there.” He’s moving towards Eddie, and thanks whatever lucky stars are making themselves known above them that Eddie isn’t backing up as he does. “...I did CPR on you forever trying to bring you back.”

He has no idea how long it really was. Chest compressions, counting out loud with every push, tilting Eddie’s head back just the right angle so when he pressed his mouth to Eddie’s blood-stained lips he could breathe air into his lungs and not his stomach. He was certified, but he’d never done it on a living person before, and Steve knows he had been a panicked mess. Doing chest compressions so hard he had been scared he was going to break one of Eddie’s ribs. But he did the maneuvers again, and again, and again with Dustin sobbing next to him and the others screaming at them through the radio that the gate was closing. Steve had never felt so hopeless as he had in that moment – because Eddie never drew another breath, and his dark eyes stared at nothing, and Steve wanted to curl up on the ground and cry but he couldn’t because Dustin wasn’t able to walk out of there on his own. He and Dustin never talked about it, but the kid had been near hysterical about not wanting to leave Eddie there on the ground, and really the only reason they made it out at all was because Steve had picked Dustin up and carried him out kicking and screaming – and also because Dustin stopped fighting him when he saw that Steve was crying, too.

He hates thinking about that night. It always comes back to him in vivid technicolor, but right now it’s… it’s not so bad, because Eddie looks genuinely shocked by Steve’s admission.

“You did?” he murmurs. And Steve does his best to not be offended, again. Did Eddie really think that they would just leave him for dead without doing absolutely everything they could to try and get him out of there? Did he think they wouldn’t try to save him?

Steve’s heart hurt as it beat hard against his ribs.

“Yeah, I did.” The dream is pressing in on him, it’s threatening to break apart – he can almost feel himself waking up. So he smiles at Eddie, and pretends just a little harder. Plays along. “Thank God, right?”

Because right now Eddie is still in front of him, so if Steve has to play the part to keep him there then he will. Steve can try and believe that all that CPR training hadn’t been for nothing, that he hadn’t failed both Eddie and Dustin in that field. That everyone had made it home.

Eddie holds up his hand, mind whirling behind his big dark eyes, and the grandiose gestures soothe Steve’s very being.

“You, gave me mouth-to-mouth.”

Well, when he puts it like that. Steve shrugs, plays it off as nothing strange. He was certified a couple times over. Lifeguard, Captain of Hawkins High Swim Team two years running. He just hopes the heat flushing up his neck doesn’t show on his face. Eddie doesn’t seem to be paying much attention, anyway, his awe-struck expression melting into disbelief as he cards his ringed fingers through his hair.

“Jesus Christ, Steve Harrington gave me the kiss of life and I wasn’t even awake to appreciate it.” Steve rolls his eyes at Eddie’s statement, rolls them so hard he’s surprised he doesn’t pull something. Like the novelty of ‘King Steve Harrington’ still held any weight anywhere in this fucking town. “My poor little gay heart, high school me would be devastated.”

“You’re still in High School,” Steve tells him on reflex, Eddie flipping him the bird, and the give-and-take of it all is so instinctual that Steve doesn’t really let anything process in real time. Eddie’s commentary is always so flippant and quick that it’s easy to not take it seriously. But he did hear Eddie, he heard every word, and very suddenly Steve feels like he’s back on the Starcourt bathroom floor with Robin and his world has tilted on it’s axis a bit.

My little gay heart

Gay.

Wait. Did he know about Robin? Did he know Steve knew about Robin, is that why he said it?

((Why is he thinking about Robin right now?))

“Wait – what did you just say?” Steve manages to get the words out, although his brain feels like it’s breaking apart a little bit.

And Eddie looks like he’s in the same boat, because he freezes and stares so wide-eyed at him that Steve worries for a second that they just broke the damn dream. Like a traveling carnival ride. He can’t even open his mouth to say Eddie’s name, or backtrack and tell him it’s cool, because like a flip of a lightswitch suddenly Eddie is moving and talking and his whole demeanor is somehow different than before.

“And that’s enough of this round of ‘Eddie Munson Opens His Big Fat Mouth’,” he laments, crossing the distance between them in seconds. His hands are on Steve’s shoulders, he’s so close Steve can smell the cigarette smoke and lingering marijuana and something that must be Eddie’s aftershave or shampoo. Steve about trips over his feet as Eddie pushes him backward, turns him, and traps him against the side panels of the BMW. Realistically, Steve should have pushed him back when it happened – too many nights thinking about the Russians man-handling him or Billy Hargrove beating in his face have made him skittish and defensive, but this was Eddie and how in the fuck did his brain know not to shove him away? He's not even panicking, not really.

When Eddie pushes him up against his own car, Steve doesn’t really think about anything at all… except the other guy’s hands. On his shoulders, steering him, like he’s done it before –

((Because he has.))

”C’mon Harrington. Go back to sleep.” "Harrington’s got her, don’t ya Big Boy?” ”Now you’re talking nonsense. Time for bed, big guy.” ”Just – just go back to sleep, Harrington…”

”You’ll forget all about this in the morning.”

Steve’s mind focuses, then, a metaphorical pair of binoculars adjusting inch by inch until the vision becomes clear. But he doesn’t focus fast enough for Eddie, who smiles in his face (standing so close), winks at him, and taps his cheek twice. The cold bite of those rings on Steve’s skin nearly jostles him into action. His hands were braced against his car to stay upright, now held tight to Eddie’s vest. The one he’d leant him, all those months ago. The one in Steve’s room, right now, that he can’t get rid of.

“Until next time, Harrington.”

((Next time? When was the first time?))

Wait…

He remembers, now.

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Steve opens his eyes.

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tbc

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Series Snippets:

- Dreamwalker (Eddie’s Story) (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)

- Subconscious (Steve’s Story) (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)

#i think this is the longest snippet ive ever posted #is it 4k long? yes it is. Guess how long the actual chapter is?#over 10k. So it's not even half the chapter. that's my justification and I'm sticking to it #WIP Wednesday #dreamwalker subconscious series #steddie #gay eddie munson #cw character death mentioned #cw smoking #cw grief #cw descriptions of violence and gore #cw injuries and healing of them #ptsd steve in the house #I do love writing Steve so much #boy does NOT know how much he has a crush #cw time-period typical homophobic tension #stranger things season 4 spoilers #katyswriting

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mothellie · 4 months

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okay with a title like barbie’s hotboxed dreamhouse, i HAVE TO ASK.

SKSDFIK Hi Nonnie! I just wrote some in this WIP per the challenge rules but here is a basic rundown of the plot without giving too much away.

The ship is Argyle/Chrissy/Steve/Eddie, with established Chrissy/Steve and Argyle/Eddie at the beginning.

Chrissy and Steve are childhood sweethearts who have been together since they were really young and never really got to explore their sexuality in anyway because 1) they've only ever been with each other and 2) they lived in fucking Hawkins, Indiana.

They end up getting accepted into the same college in California and move there to live in the dorms. They meet Argyle and Eddie at a frat party for the new school year. Argyle and Eddie are both fully polyam, but they've never really had full-fledged partners outside of each other. Just hookups either solo or together for the fun of it. They compare Chrissy and Steve to Barbie and Ken (hence the file name) and. I mean. You can probably guess where the series goes.

It's gonna be a collection of oneshots but they're all going to be connected and tell an overarching story. Each one will be from the perspective of either Chrissy or Steve as they navigate the major change in their relationship and their identities and how they grow as a couple because of it, and how they both start to fall for Argyle and Eddie in a real way as they're continuing to meet up with them. Also going to deal with a lot of Steve having his first experiences with men and how he deals with that initially.

All the 'oneshots' have sex lmao so its VERY not safe for work. Each one is gonna be named after a lyric in the song Barbie Girl by Aqua because I'm hilarious and a genius (/sarcasm)

I'm also thinking about doing a "sequel series" in the same universe after the initial universe's canon so I can continue writing them and their sexcapades lmao but that one will probably be non-linear and mostly just random encounters That's What You Missed On Glee style.

Anyway yeah. I'm actually really proud of this concept and I'm really excited to get the first part out. :)

-> In response to WIP Wednesday !

#cassie answers #nonnie asks

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shares-a-vest · 1 year

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WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @ghost--enthusiast Thanks Jam 💖 I saved this for Wednesday so I could recover a bit from my springfic 😂

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can’t share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post.

MY WIPS:

(I swear I actually do use maximum capitalisation and title my docs fully - it's the only way I can at least attempt to organise myself - their contents is another story! lmao)

A Hamburger to Love

Peanut and Buttercup: Matchmaking Kittens

Spring Fic Extensions

Steddie AU

Will You Be My Boyfriend?

Snippet: From 'A Hamburger to Love':

“Nope! Absolutely not!”

Robin flaps the sheet of paper about as she protests, her blunt nails digging into the paper as she does a full turn to look around the store.

“That’s what Keith said,” Steve sighs, repeating the same defence he has given at least twenty times since he first handed her Keith’s summer vacation instructions for Family Video.

She stops spinning and glares. Steve folds his arms with a decided huff as if that will protect him from her complaints.

“Are you sure Keith wrote this?” Robin flaps the paper again, this time in his face.

He snatches it off her, which only crinkles it further.

This poor sheet of paper will be dust by the time Keith gets back. It was already bent to the shape of Keith’s grip on its sides, a little cola stain on the bottom.

“Mhmm,” he hums, smirking, “And you have to do as I say, considering I’m the Manager and all.”

Robin grumbles. He figures he’ll only get to use this line a couple of times before it wears out completely, but using it to sway Robin into helping with the, admittedly, most monumental task is an appropriate enough excuse.

“Temp Manager,” Robin clarifies, flicking his newly-bestowed managerial badge on her way to the computer.

Steve licks his thumb and rubs at the badge. Sue him, he’s oddly chuffed about it. Even if the way he was given it was less than ideal - standing in the middle of the Comedy-Romance aisle, with Keith ceremoniously bowing down before him, holding the Manager’s pin sky-high while Eddie looked on, sickering unhelpfully as he loitered around the store with the excuse he was bringing Steve some candy.

“The good kind,” he had clarified, making a face at the over-prized cardboard box of sickly-sweet candies displayed front and centre at the counter.

The elation of a promotion, even if it is only temporary, was short-lived though, as Keith threatened Eddie once again with store banishment, accusing him of stealing the infamous cut-out poster of Pheobe Cates.

(This is the only part of that doc atm that is mildly coherent. And even then I don't like this and will probably change it! Ugh, I want to get it done for Steddie Week - hence the title - but I'm like, does anyone want just a bunch of Family Video-set minutia while Steve figures out he's in love with Eddie???)

Tagging: Anyone who would like to do this!!! Just say I tagged ya ;)

#trying to smash out a draft of this one while I'm house sitting this week #tbh number 3 MIGHT end up a wip graveyard #tag games #lily talks #writing #writing wip

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toburnup · 2 years

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is it greedy if i ask you about ALL of the fics on your wip list? bc i want to ask you about ALL of the fics on your wip list, the names sound SO intriguing sdkfjds 👀👀👀

(or, alternately, if you wanna keep some of the mystery - tell me about your favorite from the bunch!!)

greedy and GOOD, just the way i like it!!

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explanation here

but here is an additional snippet just 'cause:

Steve's halfway through a joint when he texts Eddie.

S: Almost 2. not looking great.

E: you know what i do when i can't sleep?

Steve swallows, hard. Slowly types a reply.

S: What?

E: i think you know.

anyway !! 😇😇😇

we waited on the thunder - rewrite

ok this one has haunted me for so long. i have nine thousand ACHING words written of this one, takes place after s4 but eddie is alive and everything is pretty much "okay" except that eddie is like very withdrawn and quiet. and dustin tells steve "you need to befriend eddie, he'll talk to you" and then they become friends over time. i actually really like this one but holy mother of god it was depressing me to write. like i wrote eddie in this way that i fell in love with, but then it became TOO MUCH and i couldn't figure out how to get him out of the corner i'd written him into (hence the "rewrite" where i tried to ease up a bit) so idk if/when this one will be posted.

snippet:

Eddie gazes at the sky with blank eyes and Steve would be afraid of the silence and the sheer stillness around them if not for the sound of Eddie's slow puff as his hand lifts to his mouth, the glow of the cigarette. The side of his shoe rests against Eddie's leg and Steve lets himself drink in the quiet.

"Do you feel that?"

Steve looks up and over at the sound of his voice. "Feel what?" Steve finally asks. His body feels like it's been sitting in the sun for too long even though the sun has set, but he's relaxed and heavy and couldn't move off the ground if he tried.

Eddie props himself up on one arm stretched behind him and tilts his chin up, chest open to the sky above which is slowly dotting with stars. He looks over with a raised brow. "Thunder."

Steve feels nothing except for the slight prickle under his skin, side effect of a warm look. He busies himself with reaching into a pocket to pull out a worn pack of smokes. He tries to hear anything outside of the rustling. Eddie's exhale.

"I don't feel it." As his light sparks, he chances a glance over and Eddie is still looking. He blames the heat on the lighter as Eddie's eyes trail over his face. Quiet again. A single breath. "You hear thunder, you don't feel it." Steve sets his lighter aside.

Eddie lets his head rest back, arms bending until he's flat on the ground. Steve feels the dry grass against his bare ankle, thinks he feels the crawling sensation of a bug but doesn't want to move - doesn't want to be the one to move first. The silent moments spread. Finally, he feels the brush of Eddie's hand as he lets it rest against his shin, hand warm through his jeans. He wonders if Eddie's hand has callouses or if they're smooth like his own.

Steve exhales, smoke drifting above them, clouding the stars.

Eddie's voice is quiet. His response hangs in the air, following the smoke as the breeze eventually carries it away.

"I feel it."

somewhere along the california coast

hahahaha the name is a placeholder because i was trying to find a small coastal town in california that worked for this story, but i kind of like how it looks like this

this was like. the original seed of my swimmer!steve, but this is just a very cute fic of steve teaching eddie how to swim. i think i stopped working on this when i wrote the steve-and-eddie-go-to-the-lake story because they had similar vibes but i might finish this one at some point.

snippet:

"Just - just go in a bit further and like. Lay flat. You don't have to go all the way in, the ocean is all the same."

So Eddie nods, seems to be taking his advice and wades in further until he's up to his waist. "Fuck, fuck, FUCK. It's cold. How are those demons over there swimming in this?"

"Those are children." Steve floats on his back, paddles over to Eddie. "Just, do this."

"Easier said than done." But Eddie seems to be trying, is kneeling down and leaning back like he's folding. Steve holds out one hand as Eddie slips back, sending a splash.

"Here - just, take my hand and -" Eddie is clinging to Steve more than expected, and Steve helps ease him onto his back. Keeps one hand on the low part of his back and steadies him as he floats.

"Jesus. People do this for fun? This is terrifying." Eddie has his eyes squeezed shut. "And it's salty."

"Yep, thats the ocean for ya." Steve lets go of him and for a brief moment, Eddie floats and looks at peace. Takes a shuddering breath but has a little smile. Then a larger wave rolls by and his face goes under, so he gets his feet back under him and sputters in annoyance.

"Okay. I've decided. Swimming? Not for me."

"I don't think I'd call that swimming, personally."

THANK YOU FOR ASKING 💙💙

#mack #and !! that's all my WIP! yay #WIP #vio writes #tag game

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hargrove-mayfields · 3 years

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so sorry im late asking this (i was waiting for you to get more, super surprised you didn’t get more asks tbh) but could I hear more about your wips “I have a crush on Barbara Holland” “baby fic” and “HOH Steve” also if it’s not too much “girlyfriends” and “cali house” and “medical emergency” ik ik that’s a lot but I’d honestly want hear about ALL of you wips in that list if i could. thank u in advance

It’s alright anon! I’ll accept these asks until I run out of WIPs to talk about!

I have a crush on Barbara Holland- This one is a soulmates au, where Steve has his soulmates initials, B.H., on his wrist, and he is whole heartedly convinced that that person is Barb. He’s very much in love with her, and there’s lots of talk about how pretty and nice she is (hence the title lol) but eventually she reveals that he isn’t her soulmate. Before she had hid the initials on her own wrist under a watch or a chunky bracelet, but she feels guilty, and shows Steve that her mark had long ago faded, because her soulmate passed away when they were in elementary school. Steve decides, despite how much value he used to hold in the whole soulmate thing, he doesn’t care about who some stupid mark says he should be with, so him and Barb date until her death. He’s heart broken, but the sadness very quickly turns into so much anger after Billy Hargrove, another B.H. rolls into town with a little S.H. on his wrist. He feels like the universe or whoever is even in charge of this soulmate bullshit is spiting him for thinking he could fall in love with someone he wasn’t destined to be with, so he rejects Billy for a long, long time, even after he himself figured it out that Steve is his match. When he does start to feel that way about Billy, he struggles with so much guilt and has to go through a very long grieving process to be comfortable with his feelings, because he’s not even sure if they’re his genuine feelings or the work of this soulmate bond. Very long and very angsty.

baby fic- Nancy gets pregnant that first time at the party with Tommy and Carol, and her and Steve try really really hard to make things work out for their baby, but it just isn’t meant to be. They make an arrangement that the Harringtons are very not pleased with, where Nancy has the baby at the Byers house half the time (because let’s be honest I think the Wheelers house is not really a safe place to be raising a baby) and Steve has her the rest of the time. Because it was like, a much more mature breakup without the cheating and the drunken confessions, they’re still pretty close friends. When the upside down starts making an appearance again, they have to try to figure out how to navigate it with this little four month old baby, and that means getting some help involved. Billy shows up at the Byers and instead of a fight, Steve’s all exhausted like oh good, you’re finally here, and gives him the worlds fastest run down of this monster fighting shit with a crying baby on his hip, and like, Billy just can’t say no to him asking him to go into the tunnels while he watches the baby. There is eventual Harringrove after a while, but it’s a slow burn for sure. This is also probably the least serious and least angsty thing I have ever started to write.

HOH Stevie- They’re all in the government hospital getting their post Starcourt once overs, Billy and El of course being rushed into surgery, and Steve’s about to get discharged when he gets addressed by name and just, does not respond at all. The doctor is like hmm, and checks his ears, and they find out he has almost no hearing in his left ear, and only about forty percent in the right. All that head trauma from the Russians and then all of the explosions of the fireworks, it leaves him deaf.

Everyone tries to be supportive, but his dad refuses to let him get hearing aids because he doesn’t believe he actually needs them (Steve’s a diagnosed hypochondriac) so for the next several months while his parents are still home waiting for their next trip, he’s struggling. He basically gets iced out by the party because he just can’t hear anything they’re saying, and the kids get tired of repeating themselves, and Nancy got insulted the one time he told her her voice is too quiet, and Robin wants to do things right for him, but she forgets sometimes, and will ramble on about something without looking at him and everytime he’s like great, I didn’t catch a single word of that, lovely talk though. It’s very frustrating and isolating and nobody seems to want to make accommodations for him.

The very same day that his parents leave for their latest vacation, he goes back to hospital. At first he just has to get more testing done, since it had been upwards of six months since the last time they saw him, and on his way out he notices Max in the waiting room chairs. He hadn’t seen much of her at all since Starcourt, so he checks on her, and at first she tells him to go away, because her friends have said some not so nice things about how much time she spends at the hospital, and assumes Steve is there to tell her Billy isn’t worth it too. Because that’s not the case, he ends up going in the room to visit Billy with her.

They do the small talk, the awkward, sorry about the fact that you’ve been in the hospital for six months now and nobody wants to come see you thing, and at some point Billy realizes that Steve can’t hear a damned thing he’s saying. He tests his theory by saying Steve’s name when he’s not looking and just waiting for him to answer but, surprise he doesn’t because he didn’t hear it at all, and Billy’s just like, you’re deaf aren’t you?

The progression of the fic is basically Steve coming to visit Billy everytime he has an appointment for his hearing (and more, but Bill doesn’t know that) but the day of his last appointment to make sure his hearing aids are functioning as well as they ever will for how bad off his hearing is, Billy’s acting different.

When he’d first walked into his room Billy had been surprisingly bright eyed and bushy-tailed for what he went through, but now he’s just acting all mopey. Max makes him tell Steve what’s wrong, and he confesses that he feels like he’s going to get left behind now that Steve’s all better, because then he has no real reason to visit him anymore. But Steve has one very good reason, and the rest of the story is him making sure Billy knows it.

girlyfriends- This’n’s sort of a non-canon compliant character study about aromantic! Billy, focusing on how awful and uncomfortable he felt with his past girlfriends, messing up dates and never going as far as they wanted him to, which at the time he pinned on liking boys instead, but then after he gets with Steve, he feels like this is different and he likes it, but he’s still not too big on all the lovey dovey, romance stuff. He rationalizes it as like, maybe just being a side effect of him being an asshole or something, but he‘s actually super insecure about how he is in relationships. There is a fluffy resolution though where he embraces his identity, it’s really not all doom and gloom, boo hoo I hate myself stuff.

cali house- Years after Starcourt, the boys have moved to a decent house in California using their government hush hush money, and they’re there for only about a month when Billy’s mother shows up at their door.

She says she caught wind that her son was back in town and wanted to come see him, after all this time. Billy of course lets her back in his life immediately, his mom meant so much to his recovery process and now that she’s here, he can’t turn her away, but Steve’s a little suspicious of her intentions.

He thinks that if she wanted to see Billy, she would’ve done that years ago before he ever even left Cali in the first place, or that you know, she wouldn’t have fucking left him behind. He tries to bring it up with Billy gently, but he won’t hear it, and he feels beyond hurt by the suggestion because he thinks Steve is just jealous that he’s spending time with his mother, who he hasn’t seen for upwards of fifteen years at this point.

They fight and avoid each other for a few days until Billy’s momma admits when he brings it up, over lunch or something saying like, “Steve thought you were using me or something, isn’t that crazy?” and she’s just like “Well, actually...”and tells him that money was tight, and she needed a little extra money, so Billy and his disability checks and his rich (boy)friend seemed like the perfect opportunity to get some.

He goes back home to Steve and expects him to be mad, to rub it in that he was right, but he’s really not, he’s super supportive, and you know, Billy finally realizes he doesn’t need to have this bullshit family thing with his mother, because he already has one, Max and Steve and his friends and all the people that actually care about him.

medical emergency (tw attempted suicide)-

Billy, who’s living on his own in an apartment downtown after Starcourt, deliberately doesn’t get his prescriptions refilled because he’s so done. He’s weak and he’s hurting and he doesn’t feel like himself anymore, and he just feels like he wouldn’t care if his body gave up, if he suffocated in his sleep or had another heart attack. So he doesn’t take care of himself, and when he runs out of oxygen he just doesn’t go get anymore, but he’s halfway to choking on his own blood when he realizes he doesn’t want to die.

He calls Steve, because he’s not calling the cops and he can’t remember anyone’s numbers in his panic, but Steve’s is written on his calendar, scribbled there because they were supposed to make plans for something with the kids. Steve takes him to the hospital, having to fight him to put the CPAP on him to make sure his lungs didn’t collapse before they could get him to Hawkins General, and Billy’s just, so bone tired.

They do all their treatment stuff and get his body back under control, so Steve finally asks him what happened, if maybe he needed someone around to help him remember his meds and stuff, and Billy just, he breaks, like a dam overfilled he just pours out with all of this helplessness and sadness he’d been feeling, how he doesn’t want to live the way he does or at all anymore, and Steve’s heart just breaks for him.

He moves in with him, nobody’s willing to leave him alone after what happened, and Steve (along with Billy getting a new therapist because the old one was incompetent enough to not notice how bad off he was) helps him to realize he has something to live for.

#answered #anonymous #ejs wips #ej writer #yeah theres no such thing as sending it late #if y’all want to ask me just ask me! dont worry about it!

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timeladyjamie · 3 years

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Fanfic writer review

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

9, which isn’t too much because I actually deleted some old work or haven’t uploaded my WIP’s from other sites. WHOOPS.

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count?

480039??? I added up the word counts of my stories together.

3. How many fandoms have you written for?

3, which is kinda a lie cause of the other works I haven’t uploaded onto the site yet.

I’ve written for Marvel, BBC Robin Hood, Dirk Gently, Doctor Who (including Gallifrey Audios), Supernatural, and Harry Potter.

4. Top 5 fics by kudos?

1. Everlasting Love from Brooklyn - My First ever Marvel fanfiction brought on by the idea exploring what if Steve Rogers had a sister and she got together with Bucky. After plotting it for years, I finally sat down during the beginning of 2021 and wrote it all out before finishing it months later. Honestly, it deserves it because I poured SO MUCH into it and even literally cried so many times writing it. It’s emotional.

2. Fate Brought Us Together - My second Marvel fanfiction that was something I had been plotting about the same time as Everlasting Love from Brooklyn for five years. It’s a Loki and Sigyn story with a twist. I’ve only posted 3 chapters, but for some reason it has that many kudos? Eventually I’ll post chapter 4 once I can work through my writers block.

3. The Trials and Tribulations of Love - One of my BBC Robin Hood fits which is still a WIP at 35 chapters because of writer’s block again. Honestly, I’m trying to work my brain around the problem with this next chapter. I wanna update it though because it was my first fit I was actually encouraged on and it means a lot. It’s something that got me through 2020 as well.

4. The Winter Soldiers - The Part 2 WHAT IF to my Everlasting Love from Brooklyn fit where Vicky gets kidnapped and turned into a Winter Soldier alongside Bucky. I’ve only posted the first chapter, but it’s because I’m still working out everything else with it. I know everyone is eager to read it though, and trust me, IT’S GOING TO BE WORTH IT.

5. The Founders of Gallifrey - I’ve been TRYING to write a Doctor Who story I’ve plotted in my head since 2013, but I’ve always struggled with it and deleted it everytime. However, now I’m trying to stick with it. However, I gotta write it in chronological order, but it’s just constant frustration and second guessing, especially since hardly no one reads it. *sigh*

5. Do you respond to comments? Why/why not?

YES because it was rare for me to get them in the past. I honestly appreciate every comment I get. It’s also very encouraging and it’s what keeps me going.

I also try to do the same with other fanfics I read by leaving a comment every chapter. That’s my goal at least.

6. A fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Honestly...I’m a sucker for a happy ending and it’s my goal to provide for every fanfic I write. However, I know life doesn’t work like that at times, and despite not having written them out yet since I’m still writing it out, but my Doctor Who Series, The Fighter of Gallifrey Series, has some angsty endings in the many parts I have plotted out for it, especially with this part:

1. Running Away from Gallifrey - I mean, the title kinda gives it away a little, but the journey to how it happens is ANGSTY AS FUCK FOR EVERYONE INVOLVED! I know I’ve only posted the first chapter, but I’ve had this plotted out FOR YEARS. It’s a Master/OC pairing, so of course expect nothing but ANGST.

7. Do you write crossovers?

Not really. I might have references in there to over things, but I mostly stick to one universe. It’s just easier on me cause of my hyperfocusing brain.

8. Ever received hate on a fic?

PLENTY OF TIMES! In fact, the fandom I got the most hate from in the past when I first started writing in 2013 was the Doctor Who fandom. Hence, why I deleted and restarted my Fighter of Gallifrey Series throughout the years and have always struggled with it.

In fact, it was what made me stop writing for quite a while too until 2020.

9, Do you write smut?

I used to not, but I’ve been slowly working into it and starting to get comfortable with it. Not quite there yet though. However, reading smut honestly helps.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

YES! So, I wrote a bunch of Doctor Who Reader Inserts on Deviantart and someone freakin copied them and posted them on Wattpad by saying ‘credit to creator.’ I gave them a comment saying to give me credit since I WROTE THEM and everyone kept praising them for it. It kinda irked me.

I also had it happen again multiple times where someone copied my fic and just changed a few things to “make it their own.” *sigh* It’s honestly frustrating when it happens cause of all the time, effort and energy I put into them.

11. Ever had a fic translated?

Nope, not to my knowledge anyway.

12. Have you ever co-written a fic?

Nope. I can barely focus at times, so despite how much I WOULD LOVE to do that, my brain just can’t.

13. All time fav ship?

In my stories with my OCs or just between Canon Characters? Cause honestly, I have it all from both sides.

MY OC STORIES:

1. The Master/The Fighter - When I first started their story together in 2013, I didn’t think it would become such a big deal in my life, especially since the Fighter has taken on a life of her own. Despite writing and deleting their story years ago, I’m back to writing it again because it demands to be written.

2. Bucky Barnes/Victoria Rogers - Another couple that just took the reins in my freakin head for years and honestly made their own story and their own life. At least I’ve finished writing out their story in Everlasting Love from Brooklyn.

CANON CHARACTERS:

1. Braxiatel & Romana (thanks to the Big Finish Audios and some friends.)

2. Doctor & Romana (the one I shipped before Braxmana)

3. Marian & Robin

4. Loki & Sigyn (honestly, they have been canon for centuries as well. It’s canon even in Myths.)

14. WIP you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

A Harry Potter AU about Lily being an Obscurial and the one about the Angels mother from Supernatural just cause I didn’t like how one fandom became and how the story for the other fandom ended up being.

15. Writing strengths?

I like to believe I’m good at characterization and plotting, at least that’s the comments I’ve gotten from others.

16. Writing weaknesses?

Detail. I feel sometimes I’m not good at giving more detail, but idk? I at least know my biggest problem is OVERTHINKING MYSELF AND MY WRITING.

17. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?

I’m only fluent in English and Sarcasm, so...that’s a tall order. *Anxiety flares up*

18. First fandom you wrote for?

Doctor Who.

You can actually find my FIRST EVER WRITING THING HERE and understand why I’m re-writing the series entirely now. Honestly, it helped me through a hard-time unexpectedly, but then started to take a life of it’s own entirely and become FAR DIFFERENT from this original writing.

*goes to hide in a corner*

19. What’s your fav fic you’ve written so far?

Everlasting Love from Brooklyn because I never really truly struggled with it. It just flowed perfectly and practically wrote itself from beginning to ending. And despite being finished, it still tugs at my heartstrings in such a way that I’ve started writing AU’s/Spin-Offs for it because it was just THAT good for me.

Here’s the links to my Fanfic accounts if anyone wants to help support me with my stuff:

MY Ao3

MY Wattpad

MY Fanfic Net

tagging: anyone who wants to do the thing.

#about me #jamie rambles

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astrhae · 4 years

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author interview tag

tagged by: @ad1thi and @tinytonysnark 💛

name: rhae

fandoms: currently hyperfixating on marvel, occasionally dipping into rwrb, ghibli and poetry as a genre. historically, harry potter, percy jackson, lord of the rings, and game of thrones (i know, shudders)

where you post: both on tumblr and on ao3

most popular one-shot: monopoly v. twitter was a one-shot until i liked the chaos too much and added two short chapters to it and i’m really happy people liked the chaos too :) the privilege of loving you is currently the actual one-shot with the most kudos

most popular multi-chapter fic: the james braincell, and i’m still hysterical that one of the tumblr edit posts for it has more notes than some of my other edits alkdnlsfk the magic of crack

favorite story you’ve written so far: this really changes based on the day, but am currently liking see it with the lights out because the edits were really fun to make, and the last chapter of picture perfect (picture us) for Reasons™

fic you were nervous to post: definitely (how to be) somebody you miss because it’s the longest, most personal, most plotty, and i think most political of my fics so far and i’m building up to a lot of things i hope i can live up to

how you choose your titles: i steal stuff from the poems i write, borrow from song lyrics, or a cheeky pun/wordplay i think of. i usually have titles before fics and at least five of my WIPs are fics i need to write cause a title popped up and i had to write something out of them slksdflklk

do you outline: no, i have scenes i want to write and i let the characters figure out how to get to those scenes. hence why somebody you miss is taking a long time because sometimes (a lot of the times) the characters take detours before they can get to those scenes :D

complete: most of my stuff on ao3 is complete, and i try to keep it that way

in progress: the fics posted on ao3 are (how to be) somebody you miss, learning to love myself (through the windows of your heart), and the good place (is next to you). the good place au is marked as complete but i do want to add to it when i get back to the right vibes to write it

coming soon/not yet started: there’s a couple of stuff which i’ve already listed out here, and some extra ones because i need them:

set a flight path home (to me) where tony builds a plane for rhodey and rhodey teaches him how to fly. it’s a scene from another rhodeytony WIP ten rings (of gold around your heart) that took a life of its own

find x (somewhere in your smile) in which tony and steve are single dads whose children go to the same school. they both happen to have a hatred for the same teacher which makes for very interesting parent-teacher conferences. meanwhile, morgan is tired of her dad asking about peter’s dad, and peter is tired of his dad asking about morgan’s dad

(domestic life) never quite my style, the next entry for my series a strong enough foundation, which is five times peter parker inspired tony to make an invention, and one time peter invented something for tony

buzzing birds and bees which is another social media au where steve moonlights as a buzzfeed contributor and tony wonders who is causing all the PR hellfires. eventually, he finds CaptainHandsome on buzzfeed

and definitely my marvel trumps hate fic which is still under wraps ;)

do you accept prompts: i do but i take decades to finish them :D

upcoming story you are most excited to write: a kingdom for a kiss, because modern royalty is very, very fun and the MTH fic because

tagging: @omg-just-peachy @anthonyed, @maguna-stxrk, @iam93percentstardust, @anthonydarling and anybody else who wants to do this :)

#tagged #ad1thi #tinytonysnark #thank you!#i literally have no idea who's been tagged already but i love hearing you all talk about your fics so :D

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breakdawn-avenue · 6 years

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with @chromsai flooding my dash with DM, @seasaltmemories re-watching 5D’s, and Yugioh Everything reviewing the show every Friday now, I’ve finally decided to tackle GX. I’ve mentioned it before that I haven’t watched it before so it will be totally blind for me. even if I watched Dylan’s videos and follow users who adore the second spin-off and therefore reblog and post stuff about it themselves hence I already kind of have an idea what I’m about to experience. so what do I expect to see and learn more about?

- protagonist resembles Yuya a lot (or actually the other way round?) - from what I gathered, season 1 and 2 (or only 2?) are apparently not so easy to pass, season 3 and 4, however, will kill me - Academia in a different form (and being a real school in here) - black-haired rival and his Asshole BrothersTM (who rival Seto’s behaviour) - the origin of Haō! - the origin of “Chō Yūgō” (and why the fandom went nuts when Yuri used it in his duel against Asuka) - Light of Destruction and the Gentle Darkness (so that I can finally refine my very own franchise timeline! x’D) - Yubel - Superman-fanboy and boyfriend à la Bruno - wasn’t there a Dinosaur-lover and a Steve Irwin-like character? - with the superficial look on all the posts, I kind of have a feeling that Asuka has a whole soccer team as (older?) brothers!? I wonder how many brothers she really has (is she the only girl this family?) - when Arc V was finally in the Fusion dimension, more precisely when Asuka and her lilac-haired (girl- ) friend talked, there was a screen shot about two past characters. I believe their names were... Misawa... ? and... Fubuki... I guess... they’re in GX as well - there’s this boy who is way shorter than anyone else and has the same eyes as Yugi (I wonder if he resembles the latter in more ways as well) - a corpulent boy with a round nose will be Judai’s friend, too - the cat that always kind of looks like “stop bothering me, please” and its strange owner - a very fancy Cranky Kong (uups wrong franchise) old geezer with fancy clothes and fancy Duel Disk - @authoratmidnight taught me that Nightshroud (if I wrote it correctly) isn’t the main antagonist like I always thought - how much Arc V really takes after GX in the end the amount of episodes wasn’t the only, or main reason why I always shied away from watching it. my biggest problem of all times that I always, a.l.w.a.y.s. end up writing a big, massive story of the spin-off. because I want to try out different things with the characters. it has happened with all the other shows (the urge is always so strong... T_T), and my head’s full with other unfinished WIPs and real life madness (I will end up writing something for it anyway, I know me... <.< ) for anyone who doesn’t want to see and read my posts about it, I will put “GX!my screechings” in the first five tags so you can blacklist it to avoid my ramblings and maybe spoilers (though, I doubt that anyone else is in the same position as me in this franchise)

#yugioh gx #GX!my screechings #I really do wonder if it will kill me more than Arc V did #I'll watch it subbed just to be clear

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stellahibernis · 4 years

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Writing life

I haven’t done regular writing updates in a long while, so here’s a bit more comprehensive one just because. Mostly about writing (it’s been an unusual half a year for me), and something about life in general and the half a year of relatively minor but continuous health challenges, which are a big reason why the writing has been what it has, albeit not all of it.

When it comes to writing, I’ve been much less productive than in previous years. Mostly due to lack of energy (due to the aforementioned health problems), but I’ve also had something of an inspiration problem. Good news for me is that the inspiration problem seems to be dealt with (although possibly less good for my regular readers, since it comes with branching to new fandoms even though I’m not dropping MCU), now I need to rebuild the writing habit that suffered during the spring. I’m on summer vacation now, and will hopefully get a good amount done.

(Rest behind a cut since I got characteristically wordy)

The first weeks of the year were pretty much business as usual, including that I finally wrote the Captain Marvel fic, A New Year, that I’d been mulling over for a while, but never got done until then.

At the beginning of the year my company moved to a new office, and after a while it became obvious there was something there that caused an allergic reaction in me. It wasn’t great, but we managed it best as we could (including working partly from home and at the office I sat at least part time in one of the smaller rooms, which worked better than the open space where our desks are). It was doable, but left me with considerably less energy than usual after the work days, which obviously affected my writing.

The first few months of this year my writing efforts were mostly spent on love’s not controlled by the weather, which was a funny process, because I like the story and was inspired to work on it, but it didn’t quite feel like that because of the general fatigue going on. The whole time there was this weird disconnect between what I thought of it and the general feeling about the process. I’m happy with the end result, and also that I managed to post it when it was still early spring (it being a winter romance, sure would have been ironic to post in June, for example :D).

Anyway, starting from March, I’ve obviously been living in the same limbo as everyone else. Since March 10th, I’ve been at the office exactly once, otherwise working remotely (for reference, I live in Finland where things never got completely out of hand). I’m one of the really lucky ones who can do so relatively easily and our company was very good about it. We had a policy that we can work remotely or come to office (and rules on how to be careful if you do), but since my getting there involves public transport and I have less than great lungs due to late diagnosed celiac disease that manifested mostly as respiratory problems (hence the difficulty in diagnosis, it’s gotten better since my diet was fixed), I’ve stayed at home as much as possible.

Turns out, I most likely had the virus in March (it was very, very mild so I never got tested or even saw a doctor for it). At the time it felt like a somewhat weird cold with fatigue and indigestion, but in retrospect it was probably Covid, the biggest giveaway being that once spring came and I got more active, I noticed my lung capacity is dismal these days. It’s in fact worse now than after the bronchitis I had in my early adulthood that lasted a whole winter, and I was nowhere near that sick this year. So that’s what I’m dealing with now, although I’m getting back to my regular energy levels, just need to take it easy when walking up the hill, for example.

Unsurprisingly the general fatigue affected my writing, and I went literally the whole of April without writing a single word. The bright side was that I managed to actually deal with it in a constructive way, and gave myself permission to not even try if I couldn’t which took away much of the mental load, and probably helped me get back to it in May.

The non-writing April was also a big reason why I decided not to take part in a big bang this year. I’ve had a good time (and been extremely happy with the results) over the last couple of years I’ve participated, but at the sign up time I had no idea what I should write or if I even could get back to writing any time soon, so I decided it was better not to force it.

In May I started to feel much more inspired again (also healthier, it’s amazing what a little additional energy does for your creative drive), and at first it manifested in the form of a bunch of new ideas. My idea list is even more terrifyingly long than usual at this point, although I know realistically not all of them will get written, not even all of those for which I have more than a vague idea. I think I have about 30k of one story written that won’t be finished. Some of the themes have and will be translated into other stories (including a current WIP which definitely will get finished), and the rest of it was good practice, so no regrets even though it’ll stay in the unfinished limbo.

Before the writing break I started a Stucky fic, and it was the one I came back to in May when I started writing again, albeit slowly, in fits and starts. Over the last handful of years I’ve developed a pretty good writing habit, but apparently a month long complete break during an otherwise challenging year does a lot of damage to it, and I’m still getting back to it. Slowly but surely, and I’ve adjusted some of my process starting early this year, because focusing for longer periods doesn’t work as well as it used to. Nowadays I write more in short bursts here and there rather than all at once, but the daily word counts are getting to the similar level, which I’m very happy with.

The aforementioned Stucky fic (which still has no title, the constant struggle to come up with those!) is about two thirds done, and it’s mentally in the category “would like to post it in July” even though it has had a couple of big breaks, first the non-writing break and then my very sudden detour to other fandoms. Steve and Bucky are currently hanging at the beach with some unresolved issues, so I should get back to it :D

Generally this year I’ve had several instances where I might have branched toward other fandoms than MCU, which is quite a big indicator that the focus of my interest is definitely on the move (the laser focus of over five years is pretty unusual, tbh). I still have a lot of ideas for it and will keep writing them, but I’ll also write other stuff.

First potential branching out, one that didn’t produce anything concrete and probably won’t in anywhere near future (for the pretty obvious “creator being a despicable human being” related reasons) was to finally write the post canon HP fic I’ve been toying with every now and then ever since Deathly Hallows was released. I considered starting it early this year, but never got there (although I have a rough idea what the story would be like, if I were to write it), and now I’m again soured even at the thought of it.

Second branch, again nothing concrete has materialized yet, mostly because it came to me during April, is a Kingdom Hearts fic set post game three. I used my low energy time in getting to know what happened in KH3 and I have mixed feelings but also there was a hook that would turn into a pretty interesting story. This is in my idea pile, in the very back burner currently, but a lot more likely to get written at some point (probably not in 2020, though).

Third branch, I’ve been meaning to write a fic in the Wicked + the Divine canon, and actually started one in winter, but then I got sick. It should be a short one, so I’ll get to finishing it one of these days (tentatively places it also in the “would like to post it in July” category, but it’s the last one in that pile).

Fourth branch, which actually produced a finished story, and not only that, it was the easiest, most joyful writing process of the year (so far! Hopefully more to come), was that I got reminded of Susan Cooper’s Dark Is Rising books, read all of them over a couple of weeks, and got hit by a major case of feels. Hence Light from the Lost happened.

And the fifth branch started from where I finally watched the Untamed, promptly fell deep in that hole and now the muse is terrifyingly bountiful and demands I write all the things (I have no less than eight fic ideas already!) The one currently at works is just condensed pain when it comes to rewatching scenes for research :D

Also I have a terrible tv show hangover from it, which is very inconvenient since I want to watch the last season of Dark but just can’t invest myself into it right now.

So that’s what’s been going on for me, the current plan in life is to enjoy the vacation, get less stressed, and hopefully healthier. Writing plan for immediate future is:

Finish, edit, and post the Untamed fic on top of that queue, and hope that the muse allows me to work on other stuff after that

Finish, edit, and post the Stucky WIP, preferably in July

Decide what to write for the traditional end of year fic (look at me planning ahead!)

This has been over 1700 words of writing about writing fic, so maybe I should get to that now. On the other hand, writing this definitely helps me in building the regular writing habit, so we’ll count it as a win.

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