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My wips haven't been scrapped, what are you talking about???

They are simply just sloshing around in my brain juice. I'm never not thinking about at least half of them at any given time.

They haunt me. Consume me.

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Joe making out with the mic while singing a lovely tune~

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This romantic ass shot bro

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eddie finds a puppy outside his trailer, all beat up and dirty, and he takes it inside to give it a bath and tend to its wounds. he turns his back for two seconds and when he turns back around, steve harrington is sitting in his bathtub, all beat up and dirty.

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You know when you reach the point with your friend’s parents where they can lecture you and parent you like they do with their own kid?

Yeah, that’s Wayne with Steve to me.

I can vividly picture Eddie being told off by Wayne (for nothing that serious tho), while Steve watches on, kind of side-eyeing and trying not to laugh- as one does when your friend is being lectured by their parents in your presence.

Wayne sees Steve barely hiding his smirk and is like “Boy, you should hear this too, you ain’t innocent” and Steve is like 👁️👄👁️

I can also picture Wayne lecturing them both about something completely unserious, while they both sit on the couch, side-by-side, desperately trying not to laugh every time they make eye contact.

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DJO performing on Like A Version — February 2025

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go speed racer!

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For @strangerthingswritersguild prompt

Piano player Steve and Guitar Hero Eddie Munson are forced to work on a project together in music class.

Steve suggests classical pieces, to which Eddie complains that they are boring or grumbles, “I’m not Nuno or Eddie Van Halen, man. It’s high school!”

Eddie suggests Metallica, Slayer, Venom, and Motörhead, to which Steve retorts, “And how do you suggest I thrash on my Steinway?” with patronizing air quotes.

Their teacher, clearly fed up, throws Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy onto the desk between them. The two fuming creatives, who are absolutely not speaking to each other, glance at the sheet music.

They both scoff. It’s dated, old, and lame.

The teacher, insulted, warns them that they had better play something together for the performance. Otherwise, they will flunk the class.

Neither of them can afford that.

Through the power of Queen and the influence of their idols, Mercury and May, they manage to put on a show, complete with Casanova-style costumes and candelabras that Eddie stole from Drama.

And, to Steve’s surprise, Eddie was right. The girls love it, especially when Steve hands out roses at the start, making the front row swoon. His jock friends stop teasing him the moment he starts to sing, and Eddie’s guitar hums to life, letting the crowd know the subject of the song is no goody two-shoes. Far from monogamous.

But as they play, Steve sings less to the audience and more toward Eddie. Or, when he dares, he closes his eyes and sings to him that way.

Eddie keeps his head down, using his mass of dark hair to steal glances at Steve playing, for all but the solo, when he throws his hair back, and the guitar and piano seem to converse with one another. Huge smiles break across their faces.

They don’t get A’s. That’s what happens when you insult the teacher’s music taste. But they don’t flunk either.

In the parking lot as they pack up, Steve, hands deep in his pockets and kicking at the gravel, says, “Well, I guess that’s that. Thanks for not giving up. I really needed that pass.”

Eddie shrugs. “Yeah, man, no problem. I needed it too.”

There’s a pause as they glance at each other, then at the ground.

“You know, I read that playing classical music can inspire the most face-melting solos,” Eddie mumbles, scratching the back of his neck.

“Yeah, that’s true!” Steve says, having no idea if it’s true at all, but he’s already stepping forward. He doesn’t miss a beat. “I can show you some pieces that would sound really good on your guitar.”

Eddie’s bright eyes flick up to Steve’s. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Steve’s tone softens, as does his posture. “Or, you know, Queen is a good fit for us. I like that song more than I did.”

Eddie toys with a strand of his own hair, then shrugs, “Me too.” He smiles so wide his dimples puncture his cheeks. He clears his throat to dissipate them, much to Steve’s disappointment. He’s grown to like them too. “So… shall we say next week?”

Steve nods, already writing down his number. “Yeah. Next week. My place. Nine. I’ll get the drinks stocked. Will you need a ride?”

Eddie can’t repress his grin and thumbs toward the van behind him, though the thought of riding in a car with Steve doesn’t sound half bad.

Steve blushes, and that’s a new thing for Eddie to like.

“Yeah, of course. Your van,” Steve laughs softly, shaking his head, his hair moving with it. That’s cute too, Eddie thinks.

“Next week. Nine. Castle Harrington,” Eddie confirms as he hops into the driver’s seat. As he turns, he’s not expecting Steve to be at his window, looking right at him. He startles, but Steve doesn’t laugh.

Instead, Steve says, “Or tonight?”

“Eager much?” Eddie teases.

“Yes.” Steve responds fast and flatly.

Eddie has no choice but to turn to him, waiting for the follow-up laugh that never comes. Just a set of puppy-dog eyes boring into his own.

Eddie gulps. He can’t help it. When he replies, his voice is a little high-pitched. “Okay, sure. Tonight. Nine. Castle Harrington. I’ll be there.”

Steve’s smile returns, cool and smooth, just like Eddie has seen a hundred times in the halls of Hawkins High. He pats Eddie’s van, gives him a two-finger salute, and heads back to his car.

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how is he even allowed to look this good???

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what a weirdo. i love him.

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No matter how much I adore the whole "Eddie was Steve's bi awakening" trope, the idea of Steve knowing before Eddie came into the picture is so special to me.

Eddie blatantly flirting and sending him looks and smiles and getting into his personal space and calling him "big boy", and Steve knowing exactly what's going on, but they are kinda in the middle of a possible world-ending Vecna-domination scenario so he gotta put what's happening on hold for the moment.

Cue Eddie's complete and utter shock when he's out of the hospital and Steve Harrington shows up on his doorstep asking him out on a date, very confused why this is such a surprise to Eddie, "Dude what, am I reading this wrong, have you not been flirting with me this whole time?!" meanwhile Eddie's hyperventilating 'cos from his perspective he was just recklessly flirting with the pretty straight boy not expecting to face any consequences because he didn't think he'd survive.

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wip

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Characters transformed into animals (STWG Daily Prompt)

"So that's –"

"Steve."

"And he's a –"

"Cat," Robin nods in confirmation just as the cat – uh, Steve – meows.

He settles back on the plaid pillow and resumes thoroughly licking his paw. Robin steps forward, swishing her hand through the air.

"Hey – psst! Stop that. I'm not gonna be the one to clean up your hairballs."

Cat Steve hisses. And Eddie swears the cat frowns and purses his lips in that bitchy way Steve does when he has a mean retort on the tip of his tongue.

"Don't spook him," Eddie says as he pulls Robin back and they watch on as Steve begins to groom his luscious tail.

Steve pays them no mind, though. Instead, their feline friend stretches his hind legs and rolls onto his back, limp as he sinks into the pillow and yawns.

"So, is he just –"

"Now a cat version of Steve?" Eddie wonders aloud, watching as Steve snuffles around all sleepy on the pillow, "Most definitely."

Robin sighs, "I'd better go buy some cat food, then."

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DJO Laneway Festival Perth — February 16, 2025

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Djo Auckland Laneway