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Demon Eddie this, Demon Eddie that…take a minute to picture Demon STEVE

Theres so much fun to be had with that. Maybe that’s how he got to the top, favours and exchanges

People come to him with requests and they don’t know how, but he always gets it done.

And then they owe him.

It becomes a thing for him to jokingly go “you owe me!” With a big smile, but they literally do. And he always cashes in, but usually just for small things he wants in the moment. Like a spare cigarette or a drink at a party.

And hey! Maybe Eddie DOES try to summon demons…

And one night, after he’s playing dress up as a satanist, he finally manages to summon one successfully.

Not that he knows that, all he knows is that Steve Harrington is knocking on his door all of a sudden.

Stupid puffy hair and goofy grin staring at him while he leans in.

“You called?”

And Eddie looks towards the phone slowly and back to Steve. Because no, no he didn’t.

He’s too tired and high to even pretend to be polite, just shutting the door in his face before leaning against it with a deep sigh.

But when he opens his eyes, Steve is stood there. In his trailer. As if Eddie didn’t just block his only way in and- okay, yeah. His eyes are fucking red.

He probably shouldn’t have used that book.

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This is the level of hyperanalystic bullshit I live for

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OUTLIVE THAT OLD WHITE BASTARD

[princessstevemunson]

Demon Eddie this, Demon Eddie that…take a minute to picture Demon STEVE

Theres so much fun to be had with that. Maybe that’s how he got to the top, favours and exchanges

People come to him with requests and they don’t know how, but he always gets it done.

And then they owe him.

It becomes a thing for him to jokingly go “you owe me!” With a big smile, but they literally do. And he always cashes in, but usually just for small things he wants in the moment. Like a spare cigarette or a drink at a party.

And hey! Maybe Eddie DOES try to summon demons…

And one night, after he’s playing dress up as a satanist, he finally manages to summon one successfully.

Not that he knows that, all he knows is that Steve Harrington is knocking on his door all of a sudden.

Stupid puffy hair and goofy grin staring at him while he leans in.

“You called?”

And Eddie looks towards the phone slowly and back to Steve. Because no, no he didn’t.

He’s too tired and high to even pretend to be polite, just shutting the door in his face before leaning against it with a deep sigh.

But when he opens his eyes, Steve is stood there. In his trailer. As if Eddie didn’t just block his only way in and- okay, yeah. His eyes are fucking red.

He probably shouldn’t have used that book.

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if you're worried about the new ToS for AO3, please remember that you are primed to distrust because of the way politics are intertwining with the internet right now. remember to look into definitions yourself, fact check, and look through the logic lense before jumping to conclusions.

AFAIK right now, the update clarifies terms that have already existed. it's not changing as much as it is clarity-rewriting. i'm still looking through the legalese (law student, i'm learning as I go) and I will be checking in again later, but don't despair.

however, don't get lax. download fics, connect with the authors, build out your communities. comment and bookmark and save, and please don't stop writing.

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Love Him Loudly

@steddiemicrofic prompt: guard | wc 532 | Gen

“Munson!”

Eddie rolled out from under the Oldsmobile he was working on to see Thatcher — his boss — standing in the threshold of the mechanic’s shop and the main office, calling out for him.

“Your girlfriend’s here,” Thatcher supplied, gesturing for Eddie to move.

‘Girlfriend?’ Eddie mouthed to himself as pushed himself off the creeper and approached the office.

Thatcher stopped Eddie at the door. “She looks pissed,” he murmured. “Take her into the breakroom. I’ll keep the guys out for a bit.”

Eddie normally would be grateful for Thatcher. He’s a friend of Wayne and took Eddie under his wing when nobody else would hire him.

But Eddie’s so fucking confused.

What pissed off girlfriend?

He stepped into the office and froze like a deer in headlights.

Oh.

That pissed off girlfriend.

There in the lobby, with arms crossed and a mean glare was Robin. He gestured for her to follow him into the breakroom. As soon as the door shut, Robin was in his space, a finger pointed to his nose. “You’re going to treat him right.”

“What?” Eddie asked. “Who, Steve?”

Eddie and Steve have been … something for about a month. Longer if you consider the time Steve sat by Eddie’s bedside in the hospital waiting for his body to heal. They’ve kissed. They’re close. They’re … not exactly dating. No labels. Casual. Friends with benefits, much to Eddie’s disappointment.

“Yeah, Steve,” she huffed. “You’re going to take him out on a proper date, a movie or bowling or the diner, whatever isn’t your couch or bed. You’re gonna hold his hand, tell him he’s pretty and kiss him good night. You got it?”

“What’s this coming from?” Eddie said, taking a step back. “What are you, his guard dog?”

“I want to make sure you’re treating him right,” Robin said. “He falls in love easy and I don’t need you breaking his heart.”

Eddie felt his heart stop. “He’s in love with me?”

“I’m tired of hearing him say that he’s not worthy of the same love —“

“I do!” Eddie nearly shouted, causing Robin jump. “Love him. I just — didn’t think he liked me like that.”

Robin rolled her eyes.

“I thought this was like — casual for him,” Eddie explained. “Experimenting or whatever.”

“He doesn’t do casual,” Robin said.

“I know, I — just wasn’t convinced that he could like me like that,” Eddie said softly. “I didn’t know I could.”

“Could what?”

“Love him loudly.”

Eddie’s been weird all night.

First, he asked Steve on a date. Okay. Seemed normal. Hidden in the back row of the theater, Eddie sat pressed up next to Steve, hands held. Then, they picked up Enzo’s and went to Lover’s Lake, sitting on the dock under the stars. He opened doors for Steve and snuck gentle touches when he could.

“Okay,” Steve softly laughed as Eddie pulled out a piece of chocolate cake from the paper bag. “What’s your deal?”

“Will you be my boyfriend?” Eddie breathed, almost as if it was one word. “Please?”

Steve’s never kissed someone harder than he kissed Eddie in that moment.

He’s been waiting for Eddie to love him too.

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sometimes the heart's like !!!!!!!! and there's nothing you can do about it

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ur so weird does ur blood taste weird too can i check please please pl

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they should make clothes that are designed by people who are familiar with human anatomy & physiology

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Reblog to let your followers know that despite your current obsession your previous obsessions still exist and are simply lying dormant until they awaken and strike again

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Fan fiction writers, have you written stories that you’ve never posted anywhere publicly, maybe because you don’t plan to finish them, or you’re nervous about sharing them for fear of judgment, or even just because you’re happy having them to read yourself?

(Please add an “I don’t write fan fiction” option)

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we need more lucas sinclair appreciation. lucas sinclair you will always be famous to me. i love you lucas sinclair

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