#i had this steddie oneshot back in the day of them hanging out in the heat 🤔

[canonically47]

poolverine wip :)

i love them.. ourghrhr........

EDIT: you can now find this fic (with some edits) on ao3 here!

[take-everything-you-can]

WIP word game

rules: you will be given a word. share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that start with each letter of that word.

I am finally getting around to actually participating in one of these. After the day I've had... I need a good kick in the ass to get back into my WIP(s) . Thank you so much @ghost-proofbaby for the tag I love the word Haunt for this so much !!!

Hanging out with Steve and Robin outside of the Family video, while they were both on break, a rumble of noise could be heard from miles away. A beat-up van came into view and the sound you had thought was a bad muffler was in fact music. Fast drums and guitar riffs that could consume you and spit out nothing more than bone. A screeching halt and a slow roll down of the driver's window had smoke rolling out as the hazy clouds from inside made their escape into the fresh air.

FROM : DOUBLE FEATURE (a steddie x reader oneshot)

“ Ahh Eddie! How nice of you to join us.” Most days you forget he’s even in classes to begin with. He either skips or you simply pay him no mind. It's been a long time since he's been someone on your radar, But the days you do notice him make your stomach drop.

A small metallic taste from biting your tongue too hard at the thought of him. He really takes the ‘ If They say I am, then I must be ‘ To heart. That odd caring too much to not care at all attitude you carry so well yourself. You will the thought of being similar away.

You are nothing like him.

FROM: HEAVEN AND HELL ( an OC x Eddie Munson that will most likely never see the light of day )

Unlocking the door to your apartment, he leads you through the house without turning a light on. Knowing that when you drink the light becomes just a bit too much for you. A sweet gesture that is not lost on you. When he reaches the hall he nudges you infront of him as if to say take the lead and he falls behind not wanting to just assume he is welcome in this way. He is very aware that you are under the influence maybe if you were sober he wouldn’t even be able to enter the apartment at all. He knows that this moment is fleeting.

FROM: UNEXPECTED BLISS ( An Eddie x fem reader oneshot.... Will never see the light of day .. it was the first ever Eddie piece I wrote:) )

 Not this time. No, this time you were taking the first step to becoming someone you’d always wanted to be. If someone found their way into your life, you'd let them in. If not, well ..being alone was a sacrifice you were willing to make.

From: ... Still in progress on a name tbh it was college ruled but idk ( a Eddie Munson x fem reader story )

“Too wet for your wings bird? “ His voice set fire to your veins like a match to kerosene. Looking past him and through the glass window of the door you took your bottom lip sinking a tooth into it. “ Yeah, I guess you could say that Munson.”

FROM: ISN'T IT OBVIOUS (A SMALL EDDIE MINSON X READER REQUEST )

No pressure tags : @lesservillain @babygorewhore @xxbimbobunnyxx @trashmouth-richie @littlexdeaths and anyone else who wants to join in

Your word is FLIRT

WIP word game

rules: you will be given a word. share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that start with each letter of that word.

this game literally had me bouncing in my seat!!! thank you so much to @the-unforgivenn and @hellfire--cult for the tags!!! i'm gonna knock both out on the same post here (also both your words are delicious)

my words are: BITE and PRESSURE

possible spoilers for so mordor it is, so scarlet (it was maroon), and the moon will sing (i loved you like the sun) below the read more <3

also for this game, i'm not entirely sure who's already been tagged and who hasn't, so i'm just gonna tag anyone i think would enjoy this! also tagging up here so there's no pressure to scroll all the way through my snippets if you don't want to haha

no pressure tags: @corroded-hellfire @jo-harrington @andvys @take-everything-you-can @littlesubbyflower @eddiesxangel and honestly anyone else who wants to take a go at this!! <3

your word (if you wanna join) is: HAUNT.

But the girl deserves her honesty, and so she whispers, “I thought it was just PTSD.” 

Something about it is easy – there’s a relief when the whispers of truth trickle a bit louder, rising until Willow finally pours out everything that only one other person could possibly understand. Steve wouldn’t understand, Robin couldn’t possibly understand, Eddie would only try desperately to understand – but Max? Max gets it. Max doesn’t look at her like she’s crazy when words fall from her lips about the nightmares, sparing as many details as possible while still communicating the point.

...

“I don’t understand why the front cover of some stupid ass magazine is so important,” Eddie grumbles as he follows you now, both of you deciding to stand and not yet sit in the empty chairs on the closest side of what must be Matt’s massive desk, “The tabloids run rumors about my dating life all the time-”

“Exactly.”

...

There’s no more quick remarks for her to add. With his unnecessary permission and subtle reassurance of his protection, she’s taking off around the wall of shrubbery, heart pounding out of her chest. 

I don’t have my weapons.

...

Even after all that the two of you have been through, you can’t resist that inherent urge to protect him. 

You can’t quiet the voice that whispers that you still care for him, and you still want to be there for him, even at your own destruction. 

Paler knuckles, tightening fist. The invisible leash is practically choking Wyll now.

...

Really, after Astarion’s feasting on her, she may be more magic than blood at this moment.

And that magic serves as a security blanket, a layer of armor to hopefully replace all the physical leather she’s left behind on the beach, as she hears the sound of an unfamiliar woman in camp.

...

Eddie had kept you a secret. 

Especially now that I know the truth.

Or spun you into a blatant lie. You don’t know which one is worse.

...

She’d tore her way through the process of grief in record time. She’d clawed herself out of those depths in order to be there for her mom, to return to being a daughter worthy of having survived that night with Parker. Nightmares, the gnawing hole in her chest, the way she still couldn’t meet her mom’s gaze when Parker became a topic of conversation – that was just residual shock waves. They would pass one day. These symptoms would pass one day. She had been so sure of it. 

...

She knows somewhere in the shadows, Astarion’s daggers have been drawn. 

“You’ve caused quite the commotion amongst gods and devils alike, if I’ve heard correctly from the whispers of the Hells.”

Time stops. Aruna’s blood freezes. All the magic dies beneath her skin, right along with the air in her lungs.

...

Until the space behind your eyes aches. “The headline went viral online, right?”

“Yeah,” guilt seeps into Matt’s words, “It did.” 

“Have they figured out who I am?” 

...

“Room. Now.” 

Of course, you don’t. 

The game was never one-sided. It was never you, a merciful victim of Astarion, always trapped in his shadows. It’s a game for two – and you’ve earned your blame in it all, the same as Astarion. 

...

Eddie scoffs as he shifts uncomfortably, “Maybe I’m just inspired.” 

“I’m sure you are,” Matt readily agrees, “By her.” 

what have we learned, you ask? that i do not like starting sentences with the letter R, apparently.

[gaias-space]

I’ll carry your heart forever Munson ❤️

Steddie! Oneshot/headcannon

Plot- { Steve never got over Eddie’s death from the bats in the upside down. this is just a sad Headcannon of his grief. Im sorry ! <3 it’s sad Boi hours in here.}

TW- this does have a lot of depressing content no S/H is involved but just a lot of sad breakdowns and some drug use so please if this will trigger you I advise you don’t read ❤️

Ps- this was a random burst of inspiration I’m sorry for the delay in the loki series (it is coming my loves 💚)

“Dustin…where is Eddie?” He watched as Dustin’s exhausted body stumbles to them. Tears endlessly falling from his puffy red eyes. “DUSTIN HENDERSON WHERE THE HELL IS HE?” He chokes. Tears full in Steve’s eyes, his fists punching the wall beside him. “Dus-“ he couldn’t finish his voice squeaked and shattered. He’s…he’s gone steve….i couldn’t save him he-“ nothing else mattered. He was gone. Dustin’s voice was now a echo. Steve fell to his knees. “God damn it munson! Why did you try and be a hero! No no no no! This isn’t true I-“ the sounds of his friends crying behind him were too far for him to notice. His heart ached. “No this isn’t true this isn’t real fuck!” Tears pooled from his eyes, Steve gripped his chest feeling his breathing shortening. “I have to find him!” Steve doesn’t remember the way he ran screaming, Robyn and Nancy holding him back. His screams were heartbreaking, a sound that was left with them for months. “Steve we have to go!”.

He’s gone. Eddie was gone. That memory continuously played through Steve’s mind. After the battle with vecna Steve found himself walking…with no intention on where just walk and walk. Maybe he would get hit by a train, or eaten by a wolf, better yet vecna could come back and take him. Nothing mattered. And he found himself somewhere familiar. His wet and swollen eyes look up at Eddie’s trailer, damaged and defeated. And every night since he stayed there. He lied to his friends, they all thought he was okay and away on a trip or checking out colleges around the state. But there he was every day. He loved eddie the second he seen him. Even with a bottle to his throat he knew eddie and him had something special. He would sleep in Eddie’s vest every night, hold His pillow close and inhale his scent. And he wasn’t ready for the day the scent disappeared. His trailer was rotting away, and it felt just right for Steve. He wanted to rot away with it. “Eddie …why did you leave me…why did you go? Please I need you”. He cried out. Memories would flash through his head every night the ones that made him fall in love harder and harder for that freak metal head munson. The way eddie called him “big boy” and shared that cheeky little smile. Or when eddie gave Steve a ring to keep forever. “I dunno man…I just want you to have it. Don’t make a big deal about it” said a shy and flustered eddie. “I want you to remember me…that’s all”. It was a metal ring with a engraved corroded coffin logo made by yours truly. It meant the world to Steve. He remembered the way Eddie’s eyes lit up whenever Steve asked aboit D&D or his band. His puppy brown eyes would buldge and glisten in the light. There lye steve curled in a ball holding onto any piece he had of Eddie. Playing records of Eddie’s favourites, wearing his hellfire shirt no matter how dirty it got.

The ache in his chest was like no other. He couldn’t imagine another second without Eddie. “Oh Ed’s I can’t do this on my own. I can’t I can’t do this. Please please come back to me.” He screamed. Steve lived in Eddie’s trailer for months, he dusted every picture and every item protecting it like his life depended on it. Eddie’s memory would never die as long as Steve lives. Steve lied to everyone every call or tect he’d made an excuse, on the odd occasion he would hang out with Dustin and his friends he would fake a smile. And once his feet stepped into the trailer yard he’d fall apart again. “I don’t know how to do this without you eddie. Can you hear me? God I don’t even know if you can…but please I’d you can hear me …I need you. I really fucking need you man. Why couldn’t it have been me?!” Steves grieving was emotional he’d throw and break things {unless it was Eddie’s items of course}, he would cry himself to sleep to their favourite songs, and not eat for weeks. Anger, sadness, denial, and anger again. He’d always remember the way Eddie would smile with that cheeky grin of his, the way his curly hair got stuck to his forehead when he sweat. And of course, Steve would always wipe it away. He never felt so safe with anyone but Eddie. He remembered a night when he was freaking out about fighting demobats, and Eddie just held him in his arms. “Shh Stevie boy your gonna be okay. Your so badass! I’ve never met anyone who inspired me more than you do.” Eddie tilted Steve’s chin and they locked eyes. God those sweet brown eyes always made Steve melt. He couldn’t deny he had feelings. every touch, every scent, every sound of Eddie’s made Steve blush, melt, and fall in love.

It was another night of Steve throwing pillows and screaming “Why!? i hate you eddie my son! I hate you I hate you…” his voice creaked and locked up. “I…I love you. I’m all alone eddie. I’m alone…you were my person…” Steves eyes drifted to a small cabinet he left untouched. He knew was was in there and dare he do it? Fuck it. He thought. He lit the tightly rolled paper and for the first time he smoked Eddie’s special greens. This is what he needed. For the first time in months he felt a sense of relief. But he kept mumbling for hours until he passed out. “Eddie …edddie…your fucking smile man…who’s going t-to hold me wh-when I cry? Who will kiss me against the wall? Who…fuck I need you. I always did. And I’m sorry I’m so sorry I couldn’t protect you…please forgive me…I hate myself…I hate ..”

And he drifted. A week went by and Robyn dragged him out of the house with Nancy. Steve felt a heavy weight in his gut, he wasn’t ready for where they were taking him. “Steve please… you need this. We will give you some space”. He was at the grave they created for Eddie. They never got to retrieve the body. Which made Steves heart ache even more. He fell to his knees the gut wrenching pain coming back all over again. “Why am I here?” He cried to himself. “This isn’t going to fucking do anything Robyn! Nancy I can’t believe you dragged me out here!” Nancy shared a sympathetic look as she sat with Steve. “Here…I think now or never is the best time for this… Dustin wanted you to have this..” she opened her palm and in her hand was Eddie’s favourite guitar pick. Dustin managed to take it when they were in the upside down. “Is that-E-Eddie’s..” Steves lips begin to tremble, he snatched it from her hand and held it close to him. All the thoughts appearing once again. He hasn’t noticed the girls slowly leaving back to the car. Tears pooling from his eyes “you were never the freak munson, you were never the bad guy. I m-miss you every single day. And …and I am so so angry at myself. Because I-I never th-thought I’d lose you. I thought I could tell you how I felt. But it was too late! I feel so guilty.” Steves body falls to the ground curling up beside the tombstone. “Fuck eddie I love you so much and I never got to tell you. And now I never will! I love you I love you I love you Edward munson. I can’t do this…I wish it was me! You deserved better. I’m just a stuck up rich asshole.” He could barley talk anymore his voice falling over each word. “And I don’t know if your safe..or if your being tortured by things in the upside down… or if you made it safely to the heavens! Fuck this isn’t even real. Eddie please come back to me baby. I love you”. A ball hits his throat, tears endlessly falling like waterfalls, his body shaking. He never got to tell Eddie he loved him, and now he is living in his own eternal hell.

“I promise as long as I live you will always be known as my hero, everyone’s hero! I’ll tell everyone about D&D being the most rad game out there, iron maiden has some of the greatest hits and NOONE can tell me different, and your right Ozzie is a real badass biting a bats head off! And that you were the love of my life.”

The tears dried now and Steve was numb. Hours had gone by he hadn’t even noticed the sun set. He sits up on his knees and kisses the cold tombstone. “Eddie…” he whispers. “I love you, I always will and I’m sorry”. As he begins to stand he felt a wave of cold hair brush his neck sending shivers down his spine. And he could of sworn he heard something.

“I know Steve…I know. I love you”.