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Steve waits until his parents live for another trip and if comes onto Eddie strong once he's done with the job

Eddie was losing it. 

There was no way this was his life. 

When Eddie took the job as a pool cleaner at the beginning of summer, he didn't know how hard the job would be. 

The actual physical side of the job wasn't bad at all, but the mental side of it was straining him beyond his endurance 

This was because once a week, while servicing the Harrington's pool, their son, Steve, would be out on the pool loungers working on his tan. That would've been trying enough, but no, Steve didn't want any tan lines. 

This beautiful tan nude creature was stretched out in various artistic poses  that left absolutely nothing to the imagination while Eddie tried to do his job and keep his eyes to himself.

At first he was avoiding looking because he didn't want Steve to catch him looking. But after his first few visits, it was clear that Steve wanted him to look. But almost as soon as Eddie allowed himself an eyeful, there was a loud tap on the glass of one of the upstairs windows. 

Mr. Harrington pushed open the window and called out, “keep on task please! And Steven, if you're down there distracting the pool boy, cut it out! And you'd better be wearing more than those little speedos!”

Eddie realized that the slant of the roof blocked Mr. Harrington's view of his son, who was pouting and pulling on some swim trunks and heading inside. He didn't come out again and Eddie finished up in annoyingly undistracted peace.

After he was done, Eddie did take a little bit of extra time putting his equipment away while surreptitiously trying to figure out where Mr. Harrington's office window blind spots were and what he could and could not see. Just out of curiosity.

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Proposal for new fandom etiquette:

If you read a fic because it was linked/recced somewhere, you leave a comment saying "came from XXX" and that comment doesn't need to include anything else.

Because when all of a sudden there's a lot of activity on one particular fic I WANNA KNOW WHY!!!!!

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already a really great one out there

Amor Vincit Omnia by Stjosten on ao3

manifesting a foxes sense 8 au 🕯️🕯️🕯️

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Fic where Eddie learns his perfect boyfriend is an ASSHOLE and a really great liar who hasn't changed even a little bit when he overhears Tommy Hagan let slip that he and Steve have a bet going about getting the school freak to fall for a jock.

Well, Eddie's not going to be made a fool!! No one gets to humiliate him like that!

He calls Steve up to dump him. Says some awful things to hurt Steve and when Steve's voice gets all watery Eddie snaps at him like "you don't get to cry about it! Tommy told me everything!" (A lie, technically, because Eddie was eavesdropping by whatever) "I know about the bet and guess what. I'd never love you."

And there is just a long pause where Eddie would think he got hung up on except there isn't a dial tone. Then Steve asks, "you... you really think I'm like that? That I'm capable of- that I would do something like that? I guess it's... for the best you're breaking up with me then." And then he hears the dial tone.

And it's so not what Eddie expects to hear because King Steve has never just admitted defeat before. Eddie's victory doesn't taste as sweet as he thought it would.

But what Eddie doesn't know is there is no bet. Steve asked Eddie out because he thought he was cute and took a chance shooting his shot. (He never expected Eddie to actually say yes!) Steve had no clue what Eddie was talking about and doesn't understand where this idea came from. But what Steve does know is that instead of talking to him, the boy he's in love with just believed some horrible lie and decided it was true.

Steve loves Eddie but he's not going to stay with someone who thinks so little of him that he believes a lie so easily.

Tommy's just spreading lies and hateful gossip hoping to get back at his ex-best friend for "abandoning" him.

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When Steve was a kid sleeping over at Tommy’s house, he would periodically check in with Tommy’s parents to make sure they (1) still liked him, (2) didn’t want him to go home, and (3) didn’t think he was being loud and annoying.

Very clearly things someone (his parents) had said to him so Tommy’s parents always patiently reminded him that they (1) love him, (2) love when he’s here, (3) think he’s no louder than their boys and he’s definitely not annoying.

He kinda grows out of it as he got older but it always comes back when those boys were up to no good.

Maria Hagan is in her kitchen, scrubbing mud out of one of her son’s cleats when she hears the front door open and then ease shut. Tommy calls in a very measured voice that they’re back from a school friend’s birthday party and are going to bed. This is followed by - “Steve, don’t-“

It’s really the only warning she gets before Steve is next to her, thirteen and smelling like he swam in a pool of beer. She opens her arms and he falls into a hug, asking, “Are you mad at me?”

“Of course not, sweetie,” She tells them, giving Tommy a look when he reluctantly comes into the room. “But you’re grounded. Both of you.”

Maria watches her fifteen year old and his friends act suspicious at the family reunion they’re hosting, disappear, and come back red-eyed and giggly. Ten minutes later, her husband comes up to her and informs her that the kids are high, “Steve asked if I was disappointed in him.”

“Did you say yes?” She asks and gets only silence back. She wouldn’t have been able to say yes either. It doesn’t stop her from calling her husband a, “Coward.”

There’s a fallout in Tommy’s friend group and one less mouth at her kitchen table. She tries not to let it feel like she’s lost a son.

Life goes on. A couple years go by. And then she’s walking out into the emergency room lobby to alert Eddie Munson’s family that he’s going to surgery and - “Steve?”

“Oh, uh. Hi, Mrs Hagan.”

She ignores that he hasn’t called her that since he was five years old because there are cuts on his neck, bruises. He’s dirty and bleeding. She says, “Sweetie…”

And it’s all she needs to say before she has her arms full of dirty teenager. He squeezes her tight, shoulders shaking, asking, “Do you hate me?”

She hugs him right back, “Never.”

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ok so i think that my favourite fantasy subgenre is The Inherent Tragedy Of Being Born Into Royalty. which mostly means that i like to read about gay princes but with some nuance

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The other night husband and I were watching a documentary about the yeti where they were doing DNA analysis of samples of supposed yeti fur, and every one of them came back as bears.

Anyway, the next night we watched a thing about some pig man who is supposed to live in Vermont. People said it had claws and a pig nose but walked upright like a man. Now, I happen to know that sideshows used to shave bears and present them as pig men. So every piece of evidence they gave of this monster sounds to me like a bear with mange.

So now the running joke in our house is that everything is bears. Aliens? Bears. Loch Ness monster? Bear. Every cryptozoological mystery is just a very crafty bear.

Bears. They’re everywhere. Be wary. Anyone or anything could be a bear.

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sometimes, writing is about getting 120 words out before closing the tab. sometimes, it's about staring at the screen on and off for a period of time that can go from 20 minutes to four full hours before giving with a grand total of zero word at the end. and sometimes, it's about being possessed by an ancient spirit and getting out 6k in one go and the only thing snapping you out of it is a migrain becausw you forgot to drink and to out your glasses on before you began

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it's writing one sentence and being very proud of yourself and then realising writing it this way can't have a proper transition afterward and cursing the world because this one perfect sentence has to be deleted

writing is 10% storytelling and 90% rearranging three sentences for an hour like you're trying to solve an ancient curse

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283,000 likes………giant meteor strike the earth rn holy shit. oh my god.

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Season 2 AU where the last person Eddie ever expects to see show up at his table in the woods is Nancy Wheeler.

He says exactly as much and she cuts to the chase, “Do you make deals for anything other than drugs?”

Eddie blinks.

The answer is yes. Alcohol. Illegal fireworks. It may take some time, but he can even get you a passable fake ID but - “What is Nancy Wheeler looking for?”

“Friendship.”

Eddie blinks again, dumbfounded. He asks the question slowly like approaching an animal you don’t understand, “You…want me…to be your friend?”

“No,” She says quick and dismissive, dropping her binder of books onto the table and pulling out her neatly labeled English notebook. “You know Steve Harrington?”

“Do I know Steve Harrington?” He asks dully. “Is there someone in this town who doesn’t?”

“I want you to be his friend.”

“I…what?” He asks, baffled. Truly baffled. Even more baffled when she rips a page out of her English notebook and hands it to him. It’s a depressingly short list labeled Steve’s Favorite Things. “I- I need you to back up? What’s happening?”

“I’m making a deal with you,” Nancy says which isn’t how drug dealing works at all. “I want you to be friends with Steve and I’ll pay you.”

She opens her little pocketbook, pulls out her matching wallet, and holds out twenty bucks. She says, “I don’t have a lot but I can do twenty dollars a week. Thats a little under three dollars a day to be someone’s friend and you don’t even have to talk to him every day.”

Yeah, Eddie thinks. Sure. He’ll entertain this Twilight Zone episode for a second because, “Why would I be friends with Steve Harrington?”

“Because he doesn’t have any,” Nancy says and then sighs. She looks tired. “Steve stopped talking to his old friends last year which. That’s not a bad thing. They’re assholes. But he did that for me and now he won’t talk to me be-

“-cause you smashed his heart into a million tiny pieces?”

She gives him a look that makes him think twice about saying anything else, “Steve got hurt. I hurt him but he also got physically hurt. You saw him and I - We’ve been through a lot. All of us but he’s shutting me out.”

“He’s shutting everybody out,” She adds. “I’m worried about him.”

Okay? Edide thinks. That’s sweet and all but-

“What does that have to do with me?” He asks. “Don’t know if you noticed but I’m a freak.”

Nancy smiles, “You run Hellfire.”

“I don’t think Harrington is going to be up for some fantasy role playing, honey.”

“No, probably not,” Nancy concedes, “But it’s not about that. It’s about you and the effect you have on the people in Hellfire. Every year, you bring together people who probably never would have talked to anybody and gave them somewhere safe to be. That’s what Steve needs. He needs a friend.”

“He needs you,” She says, pushing the money across the table. “So, accept my offer.”

Well…

If Eddie thought more about this maybe he would’ve seen how this was going to inevitably blow up in his face but he wasn’t thinking about that.

He was thinking about eighty bucks a month and now many records that could buy. He was thinking about gas money and movie tickets, not about what Steve was going to think if he found out or how bad he’s going to feel about it so…

He sticks his hand out to shake, “Deal.”

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Steve doesn’t have any siblings and he didn’t hangout with a lot of kids his age until he started school. So the first time he went to Tommy’s house and one of Tommy’s big brothers tried to put him in a headlock, Steve threatened to sue him.

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Eyes✨

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“We’re in a fanfic drought” Tell the writers you like their work.

“All Tumblr ever does is write oneshots now” Tell the writers that you’d love to see them write longer things.

“Nobody updates their fics anymore” Tell the writers you love the fic and want to see more of it.

Tell the writers.

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Steve joins Corroded Coffin and Tommy begrudgingly becomes the president of their fan club despite the fact that he thinks the band sucks ass and sounds like shit. He’s just that in love with his former best friend.