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Medieval Drarry 🏰

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Uh Oh: The Third Person Omniscient Narrator Of Your Life Just Started Repeating The Opening Paragraphs Verbatim

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everytime ao3 goes down for maintenance, i somehow forget that i was given warning literally days in advance and my brain immediately starts stressing about our modern day Library of Alexandria

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Apparently Caine and Bubble share a Tongue together! And Ragatha snuck some stupid sauce back in the tent hehehe...

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After a devastating drunk driving accident claims the lives of the Hawkins basketball team, Eddie Munson is heartbroken. He had a secret crush on Steve Harrington, the teams star player, since they were kids. One evening, while browsing a garage sale, Eddie discovers a mysterious black leather book containing spells. He brings the book back home not thinking it’s even going to work but he uses the book to cast a resurrection spell, bringing Steve back.

To eddie's shock, the spell works, and Steve returns. However, he's not the same. Steve is drawn to Eddie with an intensity he can't explain, and he's consumed by a violent protectiveness towards him. Killing anyone who messed with Eddie. Eddie quickly realizes he's lost control of the situation.

As the body count rises, Eddie must navigate the consequences of his actions. He's torn between his love for Steve and his horror at what Steve has become. With the stakes escalating, Eddie must find a way to stop Steve before it's too late.

Inspired by Lisa Frankenstein, I’m not writing it just a idea I had in my notes that I wanted to post I have more Ideas from my old notes I’m going to post that I won’t be using.

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"lol tiktok users would rather learn mandarin than come to tumblr" yeah man that's crazy. who would have thought that people from the video-based dopamine-machine app wouldn't decide to join the text- and image- based no-algorithm website?

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"You just have to look closely."

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I like to think that the ao3 staff find out that ao3 is down from the screams of anguish on tumblr alone

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Thinking about Eddie driving up to the quarry one night to try and sell to the teenagers that usually hang around here,

But when he gets there only one car is parked and hidden behind the bushes framing the road.

A very familiar BMW with it’s windows steamed up.

‘Of course Harringtons getting some again. Lucky fuck.’ Eddie thinks as he lights a smoke, if only to warm him up a bit in the cold night.

Damn. From the condensation dripping down the BMW windows, they’re having no problem keeping warm.

Even from the distance it takes effort to not startle when the hand slams against the back window, creating a messy handprint on the white glass. Even from here he can see it’s a mans hand. Steve, he assumes. Jesus, whoever he has in that back seat is clearly getting railed practically through the seats.

He should look away, really. Knows that this is a bit fucked up. But…he can’t actually see anything. And really, Harrington shouldn’t have brought her out to the towns most known hangout. And its not like he was straining to hear, they were just SO loud. And…deep?

Eddie’s not exactly a connoisseur in the different noises of women, try as he may, but he’s pretty sure he’s only hearing a man right now. Sure, its still a pretty high pitched and punched out sound but noticeably a dudes- which confuses Eddie for a minute.

Harrington must just be really sensitive and loud. Maybe that’s why he had so many girls falling over him, the noises certainly weren’t turning Eddie OFF the interaction.

He can physically see the change in the cars bouncing when he assumes they’re…’finishing off’

Eddie doesn’t know why he’s still here. He could have- no, he SHOULD have left ages ago. But not long after the bouncing stops, the car door swings over and 2 legs swing out, hands coming down to fix their socks- clearly having hastily thrown his clothes back on.

The only thing is…Eddie doesn’t remember Harringtons legs being so long? The body looks out or place sitting in the open door, not like the familiar and practically famous silhouette of Steve against his vehicle. And it hits Eddie square in the face when the guy stands upright.

Cause Eddie DOES know the guy. He’s just stomach tippinglys aware that it is NOT Harrington.

That’s Johnny. Eddies (admittedly one sided) rival at the hideout. A fucking punk. Not in the way the adults of Hawkins use the term, he’s literally a punk rocker.

And his punk rocker ass is currently stepping out of Steve Harringtons freshly christened back seat. Well that…can’t be right. Harrington must just…rent out his car to couple or something. That must be it. Rich people are weird like that.

His theory is very quickly destroyed as Johnny knocks lightly on the roof of the car, cigarette already in the other hand, and pokes his head into the back. He laughs before a pair of legs flop out of the door. Legs attached to someone clearly too tall for a backseat. Legs attached to someone very male.

He should go. He needs to go. If not because of how his stomach feels like it’s trying to eat itself, then because his best-buddy Johnny just tipped his head non-subtly towards Eddie’s van.

‘Shit shit shit shit-‘ He puts the keys in as fast as he can with shaking hands.

— And he so nearly got away too. So nearly never had to look at that BMW or its occupants again, live his life carefree.

All hope of that was cruelly dashed when he left hellfire to see Steve leaning against his van.

He scanned the area, in hopes someone else had stayed late because he was pretty sure Steve was about to give him the “talk and you’re dead” followed by a beating up. And that would suck.

Nowhere else to go but forward, he clutched his DND bag and hobbled over to Harrington- who hadn’t offered him anything other than a blank stare.

“Harrington.”

“Munson.”

“Pretty late to be lurking around school. People might get the wrong idea.”

“Don’t lecture me on lurking, man. We both know you were at the quarry.”

“I don’t really-“

“Johnny told me, would recognise your beat up ride miles away he said.”

Thankfully Eddie had enough brain power in him to add that to the list of reasons to fucking hate Johnny. In the time he had to scowl at the ground, Harrington had rounded behind him. Eddie span to meet him but was met with a rough hand to the chest.

He was pushed up against his van with a sharp movement, pulling a winded breath from him followed by a large ‘bang’ as Steve’s hand slammed to the side of his head.

“So, Munson. What did you see?”

“I didn’t see-“

“Try again.” A hand crept into his hair, not pulling but clearly threatening it with the way it was clasped.

“I saw…you and Johnny. In your car.”

Steve hummed and looked away from Eddie. “That’s not very specific, Eddie, try again.”

“Wha- I don’t know what you-“ The hand in his hair yanked, pulling his head so that even with their similar heights he was forced to look up at Steve, hands gripping uselessly to the side of his van.

“Try again.”

Oh.

Oh.

That’s what he wanted.

“I saw Johnny fucking you.”

He managed to lift his gaze to look at Steve and was met with an almost dopey smirk, his eyes barely focused as they stared down at Eddie half closed. Eddie melted right into the wall of his van because Steve Harrington was looking him like he’d never been hornier in his life.

“Fuck. He was Eddie, he really was and it was so good. You saw it right? Saw the car moving? Shit, man, it’s hard to get it moving like that. He was so rough.” Eddie just stared as Steve started falling further towards him, sinking into the weird little hold they both had.

“But there’s just one problem Munson.” Steve said into the side of Eddie’s neck, making him shiver and use all his willpower to keep his head where Steve’s grip had moved it.

“What- What problem?”

“My car is just too small. We needed more space, I needed more space.”

He brought his free hand up and slammed it to the other side of Eddie’s head. “Do you think you might know anyone with something more…spacious?” And when Eddie clocked exactly what he was implying, what he was begging for- he had never been so thankful for his shitty van.

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Steve couldn't explain why he was drawn to Eddie. They'd never really talked before, but suddenly, he couldn't stop thinking about him. He'd catch himself staring at Eddie in the hallways, mesmerized by his messy curly hair which turned into a buzz cut to his disappointment and his bright smile. He was focused on his smile he had learned recently when Eddie smiled he had dimples he could stare at his dimples for hours. Eddie would catch him staring, too, and Steve would quickly look away, his face burning with embarrassment.

Despite his best efforts, Steve found himself following Eddie everywhere. He'd sit near him in class, trying to listen to the teacher while sneaking glances at Eddie's notes. Sometimes when he was really close, he would smell him . He'd even "accidentally" bump into him in the cafeteria, just to see Eddie's smile with his friends up close up.

When Steve heard that Eddie was signing up for the school play, he knew he had to audition too. He had heard Eddie was trying for the male lead and then Steve surprised himself by auditioning for the female lead. A girl from his class raised an eyebrow, "Uh, Steve, you're a boy..." Steve shrugged, feeling a thrill of excitement, "I don't care. I want to be in the play."

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- This earring suits you.

- Is that so? Better keep your eyes on it then.

by @azarya-s

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He a little confused but he's got spirit

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by redjadequeen

Seeing Billy at the supermarket has Steve fucked up.

Words: 5071, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of undone

Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove, Eddie Munson

Relationships: Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

Additional Tags: Harassment, Threats, Explicit Sexual Content, Frottage, Soft Dom Eddie Munson, Sub Steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove Being an Asshole, Hurt/Comfort, lots of angst guys, Everyone is Bisexual, Angst and Romance, PTSD, Steve Harrington Needs a Hug, Past Abuse, Internalized Homophobia

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I am wily, unreliable, vindictive...and yet oddly compelling. Don't you think? 🐍

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I for one think the symbiotic relationship between Tumblr and AO3 is beautiful

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