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birthday appreciation post for my favorite 🥰

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I will also accept prompts delivered right to my inbox, just sayin'

maybe I can ask here now that I have more than two followers: does anyone know where I could find a collection of writing prompts that aren't just like 'glasses' or very generic lines of dialogue in the vein of "it's always been you"? they don't need to be fandom/pairing specific and they don't need to be long. I feel like I used to see collections of these floating around on tumblr back in the day but that was like ten years ago............

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maybe I can ask here now that I have more than two followers: does anyone know where I could find a collection of writing prompts that aren't just like 'glasses' or very generic lines of dialogue in the vein of "it's always been you"? they don't need to be fandom/pairing specific and they don't need to be long. I feel like I used to see collections of these floating around on tumblr back in the day but that was like ten years ago............

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there's just something about that blend of the feigned and the genuine eventually making the POV character unravel that's like catnip to me. is Steve confessing? is he making shit up? Eddie wants to believe it's real while knowing it's impossible and the whole thing is absolute torture, hell yeah sign me up

@strangermoons It's not my native tongue, so I guess we'll see how much it ends up being about the fake dating, versus being about Eddie and his mom's family. They do flirt a bit.

“Like you didn’t know I had a crush on you.” “What?” Eddie stared at Steve in surprise. He’d said he’d handle the story, and he’d meant it. Though he supposed more backstory couldn’t hurt. “You did? Since when?” “Since we had English together senior year. You really didn’t know?” Steve asked. Eddie shook his head. “I mean, it took me a while to figure out it was a crush and not, you know, brain damage. But you’re smarter than me.” “I guess I can see how liking me might be confused with brain damage,” Eddie teased, smiling at Steve across the table. Steve smirked back. 

make me write

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worst part of rereading your own fic is discovering you’ve used that exact turn of phrase in all of them

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having a rough summer, gang, I won't even lie

still managing to write somehow

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writing is like

30% outlining

50% drafting

400% trying to find interesting, non-repetitive ways to describe uninteresting, repetitive body language.

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sorry if you read my fics and you see the same very specific phrases over and over again

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I guess it is nice to know that even when I'm running on fumes I can still manage to write a tiny bit

very much looking forward to NOT being so busy I can barely think straight, however. which by my current estimation will be..... in 2026............

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thank you very much, I'm glad you liked it!

I must share this fic I found by ForgetTheMoon where Steve Harrington goes to a gay bar after the Battle of Starcourt and gets spotted by Eddie Munson.

@strangermoons I LOVE your fic! Thank you so much for writing it!!!

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added a sheet to my WIP spreadsheet so I could more effectively keep track of where each WIP is currently stuck, what have you guys been up to?

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lucases

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Every unhinged fic writer needs an equally unhinged friend who "yes ands" their ideas and encourages them to write all their most far fetched and insane stories.

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Always the writer, never the reader.

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the moral of the story is I need very little encouragement to do uhhh whatever that was, the difficulty has always been in getting me to stop

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I added a little coda, which was NOT the plan but then @dodger-chan asked what would happen the morning after and I started to think about it, RIP my actual plans

I wish you would write a fic where Steve and Eddie interact pre season four.

This got away from me and is probably not at all what you had in mind, haha, but it's up on AO3. Preview behind the cut.

Let Me Rest, Safe From Harm by ForgetTheMoon Rated M, 5.5K

1985

It’s the first Saturday of July, and Eddie’s propping up the back wall at The Shaft between the jukebox and the bathrooms, lifting his sweaty hair off his neck and sucking down the last cigarette from his pack. It’s a slow night so far, maybe twenty guys in the joint all told. The music is hot garbage, like always, but this is the only gay bar within a hundred miles of Hawkins. Eddie can be picky, or he can get his dick wet, but he can’t do both.

He may not be able to do either tonight. Nobody’s so much as glanced his way in half an hour. He even gave the tiny dance floor a half-hearted try earlier, but there were no takers.

The door swings open, and heads all around the room swivel towards it. And why wouldn’t they? They’re all here for the same reason.

Most of them turn away quickly. The guy must have a face like a bulldog, or maybe he looks like a cop. Eddie squints through the gloom, trying to see past the swirling pink lights over the dance floor.

It’s Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington. Eddie nearly swallows his cigarette.

Pretty boy Steve Harrington has been, right up until this moment, a known quantity. Airhead popular kid, ladykiller, rich parents, destined to peak in high school and spend the rest of his life rotting in Hawkins with the townie losers he considers beneath him. Eddie is not planning to be one of them. True, his second attempt at senior year went about as well as the first, but there’s always next year. If Steve Harrington can graduate, so can Eddie.

But what is a guy like Harrington doing in a gay bar?

Eddie tries a few explanations on for size, but none of them fit. If someone dared him to come here — Harrington must still have friends, surely, even though Tommy Hagan has started trailing around after that psycho Hargrove instead — he’d be smirking and chuckling with his chest puffed out, head on a swivel to take it all in, maybe planning to pick a fight with some skinny fag who looked at him wrong. Harrington isn’t doing any of that. He’s hovering awkwardly just inside the door with his hands in his pockets, shoulders hunched like he’s unsure of his welcome. His clothes are uncharacteristically dark, and there’s a strange shadow across his face. He’s wearing sunglasses. Indoors, at night.

Eddie’s not the only one staring. A trio of muscle queens by the bar are looking Harrington up and down and whispering to each other. If one of them decides to make a move Eddie might be in for a show. He’s not sure what kind, yet, or if he even wants to see it. What the hell is Harrington doing here? Why did he come?

Harrington is still standing in the same spot, scuffing the toe of his sneaker on the floor. He darts a skittish glance towards the bar and jumps when he notices his fan club craning their necks towards him. He raises a hand in a half-hearted wave, and then sticks it in his pocket again, gaze flitting away. If he’s clocked Eddie, he’s made no sign of it.

One of the guys pushes his stool away from the bar, preparing to get up.

Harrington bolts.

“You scared him off!” someone yells as the door slams, to hoots and laughter from the rest of the regulars.

Eddie’s cigarette has burned down to the filter. He drops the butt to the floor and grinds it under his heel, coming to a decision. It’s stupid as hell, but he’s going to do it. He’s going to find out what Steve Harrington’s deal is.

Read the rest on AO3.