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[hotdogwillex]

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[actualbird]

hey i made this fanfic writer meme. drop in my ask which one u think i am!!!!

(okay to rb!)

[hotdogwillex]

bored & kinda want to write… someone send me something

[alliumduo]

3.10 / 5.10

[sayesayes]

Steddie fic written during/after Vol 1 is like, these two boys are so cute and they meet over the summer and they have sparks and they flirt and fall in love and eat ice cream

Steddie fic written after Vol 2 is like, what if I rewrote time and ripped apart the universe and mourned you until I found a way to go after you to wrench you back from death

[hotdogwillex]

i am once again asking u to read my fic

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[wynnyfryd]

the steddie fandom really said ‘we just want the best for steve 🥰’ and then decided that the best for steve was a feral ketamine-dealing double flunking dork ass with a satanic panic mob out for his blood

[steddielations]

Incorrect Steddie 5/?

[hotdogwillex]

writing update :)

if u missed it i wrote a 30k word steddie canon-compliant fix it fic over on ao3 <3 idk if u guys care about steddie at all or are just here for x reader content but i’m very proud of this one (it’s based off phoebe bridgers’ stranger in the alps and is giving nightmare on elm st/lotr/post apocalypse vibes)

smoke signals (holding hands while the walls come tumbling down)

Robin takes his shoulders and guides him into a sitting position against another tree. “I’m worried about you, Steve. You’re not yourself lately.”

“How is anyone supposed to be normal?!” He snaps. “The world almost ended, again, Max is in a coma, the high school is a homeless shelter, and - and the kids are playing D&D and you’re flirting with your crush and Nancy is worried about college when he’s still out there! Eddie is dead, and everyone just -” he presses his palms against his eyes before he can cry.

“Is that what this is about?” Robin whispers. “Eddie?”

“No, I -” he groans. “I said I don’t want to talk about him.”

“We have to eventually.”

[hotdogwillex]

bored & kinda want to write... someone send me something

[professionalchaoticdumbass]

people wanting tumblr clout is so funny to me. like girl you're fighting for a window seat in the clown car

[hotdogwillex]

atomic punk // e.m.

wow omg an actual x reader? wild. anyway.

masterlist | ao3

“We’re starting a new event program,” your boss slammed a flyer down on the bar in front of you. 

“A what?” You picked it up, squinting at the font. It said LIVE MUSIC WEDNESDAYS AND FRIDAYS. FIRST GUEST CORRODED COFFIN. The imagery had a bunch of skulls and bats plastered all around the scribble of letters that you assumed was the band’s logo.

“Corroded… coffin?” There was no way you were reading that right.

“Sales have been shit, and they booked us every Wednesday for, like, a month,” he sighed. “They’re some local metal band or something.”

“You booked a metal band,” you stared at him incredulously. “Every week this month?”

“Fans means a crowd means tips, alright?” 

You made a mental note to pick up earplugs next time you were at the store.

Keep reading

[hotdogwillex]

hey i’m obsessed with your fics would you write another kate x eddie ??? thank you for writing ❤️

omg thank u!!!! i might!!!!! truly i’ve been writing a ton of steddie over on ao3 (linked in my masterlist <3) but i would love to be struck w more kate/eddie inspo!!! i miss her

[loveelle]

Why do you think writers stop posting on tumblr?

1.) The Likes to Reblog ratio

2.) Only getting comments like these:

3.) Loads of people ask for more parts and writers fulfill their wishes only for interaction to be nonexistent

Ex.) part one of a fic versus part 2 of a fic

4.) Anon Hate

… should I go on?

[hotdogwillex]

anyway who wants a steddie fic based on phoebe bridgers’ stranger in the alps + a little bit of undead eddie & steve angst :)

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

i’m actually v proud of this one it might replace dtmh(dbmh) as my magnum opus <3

[hotdogwillex]

anyway who wants a steddie fic based on phoebe bridgers’ stranger in the alps + a little bit of undead eddie & steve angst :)

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

i’m actually v proud of this one it might replace dtmh(dbmh) as my magnum opus <3

[hotdogwillex]

anyway who wants a steddie fic based on phoebe bridgers’ stranger in the alps + a little bit of undead eddie & steve angst :)

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

i’m actually v proud of this one it might replace dtmh(dbmh) as my magnum opus <3

[hotdogwillex]

oops she has another steddie wip (my ao3)

Every time he sees it, he’s just reminded of how he failed Eddie. His words weren’t enough to make him stay, and he couldn’t even get back in time to save him before he bled out. The worst part is, he isn’t even sure what his sacrifice was for. To save them, sure, but he’s pretty sure they were on their way out of the Creel house by the time Eddie had given the bats human bait.

Steve gets it, though. Why would he have wanted to live just to come back to a town that hates him? A place where people draw Satanic symbols on his missing posters and blame him for the earthquake. He doesn’t even have a grave they can visit. 

He gets into his BMW and shuts the door harder than he anticipated, causing the windows to rattle. Robin just places a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“I miss him, too,” she whispers. “He was - I really wanted us to be friends.”

“I don’t want to talk about him,” Steve grumbles, and turns the car into drive, letting the engine drown out anything Robin could possibly respond with.

He doesn’t want to think about Eddie, so he turns up the stereo and lets Tears for Fears wash over him. Robin leaves her hand on his shoulder. He knows it’s unfair, his mood swings and the occasional snap in her direction, but she takes it in stride. Nothing is normal anymore, something they’ve both had to accept. He’s just glad she’s there with him.