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[hellfirefucker]

Chapter 3 of Jolly Sailor Bold: Little Treasure

Summary: “He was a greedy man, as was the nature of mankind. He couldn't help wanting something solely to himself no matter how selfish it was. Part of being a pirate was taking all you could for yourself and while Edward said he was a man of honor, if there was something precious he could hold dear, he would snatch it while it’s beautiful and untarnished. He couldn���t help it, he was a baby spoiled from infancy that wanted to take and take…”

[wheels-of-despair]

Revenge of the Freaks Summary: The Hellfire Club does April Fool's Day a little differently. Contains: Sweet revenge, don't try this at home. Words: 1k-ish Note: Part of my Evil Woman universe, but more of a Hellfire story than an explicit Eddie pairing. Can be read as a standalone.

Everybody expects to get pranked on April Fool's Day.

Everyone, everywhere, is suspicious of everything. Especially at Hawkins High. Even the cafeteria ladies get side-eyed when students pick up their trays, wondering if there's a little something extra in their pudding today. No one touches the salt and pepper shakers. No one accepts any gifts. Don't even bother trying to share your food. Check the toilet for plastic wrap before you use it. Beware the sink. For 24 hours, everyone is on high alert.

Because everyone is expecting to get pranked on April 1st.

They are not, however, expecting to get pranked on April 2nd.

As your April Fool's Day prank for the Hellfire table, you brought in cookies.

Not toothpaste Oreos. Those are a waste of both toothpaste and cookies. (Although nobody would've complained about being the designated Eater of the Creme Filling.)

Your April Fool's Day Cookies contained M&M's, Reese's Pieces, and Skittles. It counted as a prank because nobody was sure exactly what they were biting into, other than a circle of butter and sugar. But they were actually quite good. You passed them around, and you all shared a laugh and a few cookies. In case anyone was watching.

On April 2nd, when everyone let their guards down and thought they were safe again, Hellfire would strike.

People would suspect Eddie. Eddie was loud and lively and definitely stood out. The rest of you? Unless someone was looking for a punching bag, you all seemed to sort of fade into the background.

You'd be using this to your advantage.

You'd been plotting for months, and finally had a game plan in place.

For Jackie, who asked out Gareth on a dare and burst out laughing when he stuttered through his nervous response, a locker full of dead ladybugs. You'd found a pile of them in the attic and didn't want them to go to waste, so you swept them into a plastic bag and kept them for a special occasion. Showing her what a lady looked like seemed like a good one.

For Chip and his fancy new car, which he nearly ran over Jeff with while revving obnoxiously and laughing with his friends, a piece of bologna on the hood. It would fry in the sun during the school day and leave a marvelously discolored circle there, until his daddy paid to get it fixed. Until then, someone might throw out the phrase "asshole-mobile" a few times and hope it stuck.

For Brandon, who drew unflattering caricatures of Grant on the blackboard in first period every day for a week before he lost interest, a mouse trap would find its way into his backpack. A thoughtful gift for his creative hands. No idea how it got there.

For Troy, who successfully tripped Mike into Lucas one day and attempted to stuff Dustin into a locker the next, tiny bits of chocolate would appear on his chair. (The smaller the pieces, the faster they melt.) The boys had told you about a similar kind of incident with Troy in middle school, and you didn't want to ruin his reputation.

For Ashley, who took credit for spreading the rumor that you were spreading your legs for all of the freaks in town, a very professional-looking letter from the Hawkins Free Clinic would arrive at her house to inform her that she had a venereal disease. Several pamphlets on safe sex were included.

For Mrs. O'Donnell, whose hatred of Eddie seemed to intensify by the day, a loose screw on her desk chair. It would be a real shame if she were to fall on her ass so hard, it broke the stick that had been up it since 1962.

For Jason, who was generally unpleasant to you all, tiny balloons that appeared to be haunting him. Everywhere he went, a tiny balloon or two would appear on the ground nearby. This puzzled everyone, until somebody loudly suggested that he had to use those because regular condoms were too big for him. Wonder who that could have been.

And for the rest of the basketball team, something special to show your appreciation for the way they ruled both the court and the school. Let's go, Tigers.

A few weeks ago, you and Eddie had taken a little trip to a pharmacy two towns over and bought the cheapest, worst-smelling perfume you could find. It was the kind of perfume that an old lady in a fake fur coat might wear to Bingo on Wednesday nights at the VFW. The kind of smell that made you wish the stench of moth balls in her clothes was a little stronger, to help overpower it.

The Hawkins High gym lockers are more open than the lockers in the hallway. Instead of the standard slats on the top and bottom, there's a wire grate to allow for better airflow. Nobody likes a pile of sweaty teenage gym clothes. Just a few pumps of spray into the grate would have their letterman jackets smelling so bad, it was like a warning system. A Jock Alarm, if you will. You'd always be able to smell them coming, because that stuff wasn't ever going to come out.

Eddie spent all of his free time that day in the library, on his best behavior, under the watchful eye of the stern librarian. He was a good boy, just trying to work quietly on his English essay so he could graduate. She would attest to this, if asked, because he gave her a dandelion when he came in and smiled at her every time he got up to sharpen his pencil near her desk.

The recipients of your little gifts may have had their suspicions, but they couldn't prove a thing. No one paid attention to the nameless, faceless freaks of Hawkins High. No one batted an eye when a two-minute trip to the bathroom actually took eight. Or when an unfamiliar face passed through a hallway it had no classes in. Or when someone changed their shirt between periods because it suddenly smelled like an old lady.

After all, why would anyone want to prank people on April 2nd?

[ashwhowrites]

Hey, if you hadn't already done something like this, I was wondering if you'll write Eddie x Popular!Henderson!R, where they're sneaking around behind Dustin's back.... 1. Because Dustin looks up to him and they're friends and 2. She's not ready to let everyone know just yet (wanting to live in ignorant bliss just a little while longer before she falls under scrutiny for falling for "the freak").

And so, when one of her friends decides to hook her up on a date, she can't exactly refuse, so she goes along with it to shut her up, without letting Eddie know, of course. And during a game of dnd, Dustin let's it slip where you are for the night, unknowingly sending Eddie into a spiral, thinking she's cheating and that's why she wants to keep them a secret and after having an internal battle, he cuts the campaign short, surprising everyone, and he crashes her date, with hellfire in toe, demanding answers. And then everyone finds out and she explains blah blah and they live happily ever after. Sorry, this was long xx

This was so fun! I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting 🫶🏻

Dustin's friend

When Dustin said he found a new friend, that was yet again years older than him, Y/N wasn't too pleased. First, it was Steve, and now a guy named Eddie. But when Y/N met Eddie for the first time, she couldn't care less about the age gap between him and her brother, all that mattered was that he was around her age and single.

Eddie still wasn't sure how he managed to get Dustin's hot popular sister to go out with him. Whatever he did, he thanked god for it because having Y/N on his lap with her tongue down his throat was his heaven.

"Missed you so much," Y/N whined, her hips moving against Eddie's as she yanked off his shirt.

"Fuck, I missed you too." Eddie moaned as Y/N sucked down his chest. She left her marks to travel south until she was just above his boxers.

"MOM WANTS YOU," Dustin screamed as he pounded on Y/N's locked door.

"Damn it," Eddie sighed and hung his head.

"BE RIGHT THERE," Y/N screamed back, she sighed and stood up. She handed Eddie his shirt with a sad smile. "Sorry, Eds."

"Fuckers are giving me blue balls. Are you sure we can't tell him? Maybe he'd stop interrupting as much." Eddie glared towards the door. He stood up and threw on his jeans.

"You know I'm not ready for all of that yet." Y/N sighed.

"Fine, I'll go home and finish the old-fashioned way." Eddie joked, smirking as he walked backward to her window, his eyes on her.

"Maybe I'll come over and join you, later." She winked. She kissed Eddie goodbye and waited for him to leave. Then she went to see what her mom wanted.

~~~

Y/N knew hiding her relationship with Eddie was hard and tiring. And she felt guilty every time she had to act like Eddie wasn't everything to her. But she was scared. She was scared to take away Dustin's friend, worried she overstepped. She was terrified it would ruin their friendship because of the bro code. And selfishly, she was scared of the damage it would do to her social life.

"I'm telling you, he has been begging me for a date with you. You are single and have no reason to say no." Chrissy whined.

"My reason to say no is that I don't want to," Y/N said, rolling her eyes as she slammed her locker shut.

She whined when Chrissy followed.

"Like you have anything going on tomorrow night, anyway?" Chrissy argued, her eyes taunting.

Y/N technically had nothing going on tomorrow, Dustin and Eddie had hellfire so both boys were busy.

"Stop thinking of an excuse and just go. Then if you hate it, I will never set you up again." Chrissy promised.

"Deal," Now Y/N could get Chrissy off her back.

~~~

"We are kicking ass today! I wish Y/N were here to see it." Dustin cheered. Y/N had spent more time watching Hellfire since she had to pick Dustin up anyway.

"Why isn't she?" Eddie asked, he prayed it sounded casual. He read ahead on his notes to look like he didn't care too much.

"On a date." Dustin shrugged, playing his next move. No one had the table had any idea that sentence sent Eddie into a panic. Sweat on his forehead as his leg shook beneath the table.

His girlfriend was on a date, with another guy.

It all made sense, she wanted him to be a secret because she was seeing someone. Dustin knew about the guy, and he couldn't know about Eddie. Because then her secret would be exposed. Like it just was.

"Where?" Eddie snapped, his angry tone had the table looking at him in seconds.

"Enzo's," Dustin said confused.

"Get in the van," Eddie snapped as he grabbed his keys.

~

The rest of hellfire sat confused as Eddie raced to the restaurant. He was silent but gripped the wheel until his knuckles were white. The boys followed as Eddie stormed out of the van and into the restaurant.

Eddie felt a wave of heartache flood in his chest when he saw her with him with his own eyes. She looked beautiful as she talked about something he couldn't hear.

"Why are we here? Why do you care about my sister?" Dustin asked, but Eddie already was moving.

His heavy boots hit the floor hard, and his hand slammed on the table. The couple jumped and fear showed in Y/N's eyes when Eddie leaned down to her level.

Face to face, Eddie's hard breathing smacked Y/N's face. She twiddled her thumbs nervously as she saw hellfire behind him. Her brother watching with confusion.

"Eddie, what are you doing?" She said through clenched teeth, trying to keep the conversation between them.

"Demanding why the fuck my girlfriend is on a date with another guy." Eddie snapped, his eyes dark as he glared at her. She knew he had every right to be mad, but she didn't want a scene.

She stood up, and Eddie straightened up. His eyes haven't left her, not even glancing at the stranger across from her.

"Can I please explain later? In private." She whispered, her eyes looking over Eddie's shoulder as the boys watched.

"No, I'm tired of this private shit. Explain right here, right now. Or we are done." Eddie threatened. He didn't want to break up, he wished on every star above him there was a way to make this relationship work.

"Eddie please." She whispered, her watery eyes pleading for him to back off until they could talk. "Not right now in front of everyone." Eddie tried to ignore her tears, not letting himself get sucked into her guilt trap.

"Fine, forget it. I'll see you around, Henderson." Eddie said coldly as he nodded and backed off. Y/N felt frozen in her spot as Eddie went out the door.

"Y/N?" Dustin spoke up, his hand reaching towards her.

In seconds she was running out the door.

"What is going on?" the random date asked.

"Shh man," Mike said, sliding into the booth next to him. He pointed out the window, a clear view of the couple. The boys followed, all sitting in the big booth as they stared out the window.

~

"I'm sorry! I got scared but please." Y/N cried as she tugged on Eddie's arm.

"Scared because you got caught. I can't believe you could do this to me. What about all that love bullshit? This is what you do when you love someone?" Eddie argued, hot tears in his eyes.

"I do love you! Nothing between us is bullshit. Chrissy was on my back for weeks about going on a date with this guy! I never agreed until she said If I went on it, she'd never do it again! I promise you I was just trying to get her off my back. I was going to tell her I hated it and finally have peace of just being with you."

"You know what else brings peace? Finally admitting to other people that you are in love with me," Eddie said sadly, "I'm tired of being your secret. I can't keep doing it."

Y/N sobbed as she reached forward and held his face in her hands.

"I'm so sorry. I love you so much. I'll tell Dustin and everyone. Please just give me a chance to make this up to you." Y/N begged, Eddie sniffled as he looked into her eyes.

"I love you too," he smiled, and Y/N felt relief in her bones. "You took a chance on me, so I'll take the chance on you."

Y/N smiled and leaned forward, Eddie met her halfway and smashed his lips on hers. His hands wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer.

~

"Oh my god!" The boys all said at once, the random date was long gone.

"Eddie and my sister?"

"Dude! Eddie is banging your sister!" Mike teased

"Is he touching her ass?" Lucas gasped as he moved closer to the window

"Oh, that is so much tongue." Gareth chuckled.

"Our boy is making out with a popular girl!" Jeff cheered, high fives all around the table, except for Dustin who sat in a state of shock.

~

"YOU ARE SCREWING MY SISTER?"

Eddie and Y/N jumped as Dustin screamed.

"DUSTIN!" Y/N screamed as Dustin ran straight into Eddie and took him to the ground.

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[londonfog-chan]

I Will Not Keep My Mouth Shut About this High School Romance Between Eddie Munson x Reader (Headcanons)

Why lord? Why are we not talking about this?

I’ve dated metalhead guys in the past, and believe in me when I say these fuckers move fast.

Eddie is no exception to this rule. He loves hard and quickly, especially if you’re into the same things he’s into as well.

I’m talking balls to the wall insanity like: the day won’t even be over and he’ll have already asked you out, kissed you, offered you weed, and secretly be planning the names of the four kids he wants with you.

Mans is delulu as fuck for you.

As much as he has his passions there’s just something about the fact that you actually gave the town freak unconditional love that makes him desperate. Corroded Coffin, Hellfire Club, he’d pick you over them any day if it meant he got to keep you.

Guarantee, you’ll already have gone all the way before the weekend is up of that first week of the relationship.

Cherry boy cherry boy cherry boy.

But he knows what he’s doing. It will have been awkward but the best part is now “Rainbow in the Dark” makes you feel all hot under the collar and “Shame on the Night” makes you laugh and reminds you of the awkward panic cleaning up after.

The epitome of live fast die young. He will throw his life away if you ask him to, so make sure you use your powers wisely.

At some point Eddie will ask you to run away with him. He doesn’t give a shit where, so long as it’s with you.

Shared interests are probably how the two of you met in the first place, especially if you’re like me and unable to beat the weird kid allegations. You drifted towards his club because you for whatever reason were an outcast too.

Eddie would probably crush on those who are conventionally pretty, popular, the epitome of the 80’s beauty standards. That’s just human nature. But with you… it’s so much more different.

You’re like his nerdy fantasies come to life, like the princesses he writes about in his campaigns that are a mix of dark, dangerous, able to hold their own and fight for him and with him. Think of if you will a sexy bombshell rotoscoped into those old metal music videos. Facing the world wearing only red lipstick and a cocksure expression.

He would get along so well with someone who wasn’t afraid to let their wild side show, or to express it. But at the same time if you’re more shy and reserved, he is determined to help you come out of that shell and be the best possible version of yourself.

It’s impossible not to match his excitable energy, it’s just so goddamn contagious. It might scare you how far you’re willing to go for Eddie and how quickly you might find yourself changing. Because believe me, you will change, and it will be for the better.

Eddie will always be your number one hype man.

He will literally be so excited about everything you do because it’s you! The person he loves more than anyone in this whole entire world.

Eddie will literally put up with so much for you. Even if you guys fight he will struggle to maintain his composure because he does not want to fuck this beautiful thing up.

Drives himself up the wall with anxiety about it too. But that’s the thing about Eddie’s dynamic with you: is that he will do what it takes to keep his fucking cool around you.

Your fights are infrequent but can get explosive if there are unsaid insecurities. So to avoid this: keep honest with him. About everything. Don’t lie to him, because as fast as he fell for you, lying is the quickest way to break his trust and send him packing.

One of his flaws in the relationship is that his insecurity that this will all go away will make him all that more prepared to leave if you have a massive blow up fight.

Like he’s already preplanned his exit strategy and everything.

But the longer you’re together, the more comfortable he gets and eventually he settles down from jumping the gun into taking things one day at a time.

He’s a fucking keeper. And all I’m gonna say is you better start training with swinging a blunt weapon because once you have him, you’re going to be right there in the Upside Down fucking up some monsters keeping them away from your man.

[tavyliasin]

Villain-Fucker Angst Hours

Good timezone, darlings~ Are you ready to get all up in your feelings? No? Me neither, loves, but here we are regardless so the words are going to flow as they usually do... This is focused on Raphael from Baldur's Gate 3 and his fandom, but the latter section can easily apply to any villain fandom.

Self-Analysis of Devil-Fuckery, Or Why Do I Adore Raphael When He Is Very Obviously Evil: A Short Essay by TavyliaSin (Who Still Cannot Name Anything With Less Than A Full Paragraph) ((NSFW)) (((Game Spoilers)))

The following may discuss heavier topics, but without specifics, so whilst it should be safe for most to read without triggering any difficult memories please be aware of Raphael's entire vibes, the content and context of his story, and I'd also like to mention that this isn't a "woe be us for we are terrible people" piece, it's actually more about:

"There is an inherent kindness and warmth to much of the Raphael fandom, and I think there could be some common threads behind that, pulling us all in closer in a comforting blanket that we wrap around each other to keep out the cold of the world."

So, what in the nine hells am I on about? Well. Raphael-fandom is a wild and wonderful place to be. The rest is in sections, so feel free to skip through to what you feel is relevant to your interests. I am so prone to waffle I should open a restaurant~

Who Are Fans Of Raphael? What Do They Want?

We are feral, unhinged, all sheets to the wind "I want that devil man, carnally, and there is no force in all the planes that could stop me". There's the vanilla to the extreme and every level in between, tops, bottoms, versatiles, Doms, subs, and switches - there are a whole lot of people who would love to get their hands on either (or both) of Raphael's forms, for a simple smooch or something far more spicy~ [edited in] To add on to this, not all of us even desire him in a sexual way, for many it is romantic, soft, or even just the rather pleasant thought of spending an evening with drinks by the hellfire because he would be fascinating company. Aces, Aros, and AroAces may all find themselves well within the devilish corners of fandom too~ which is a whole other essay~ [end edit] So, I see you. I'm one of you. Extremely loud and utterly hingeless in my fan appreciation for Raphael. He's one of my favourites to write about, I seek art of him, and the same goes for his mirrored other half, Haarlep, who I arguably love more despite there being far less content of them in the game.

And the Fandom? The Vibe?

From my experience in the Raphael Fandom areas, we have a very deep and abiding understanding of consent, respect, and treating each other with an absolute and uncompromising kindness. We've had talks about keeping each other safe in fandom, exchanged details of people we have encountered who need to be avoided, even shared details between moderators of different fandom servers to pre-ban people proven to be creeps and/or art thieves. We've also discussed consent, including the issues with it in the game, and how areas of the story can only really be considered dubious at best and could easily be triggering for people. And these discussions have been open, honest, fair, and with the acknowledgement that most of us love these scenes anyway. So there's a sense of care that runs through everything, behind the horny-posting and fan content, behind the endless thirsting after our favourite fictional characters. We have a depth of kindness that warms my sinners soul every time I see it.

What Does This Have To Do With Self-Reflection, Raphael, or Villainy In General?

Well let's look at Raphael. He's a villain, obviously. He's manipulative, devious, and inherently evil by his very nature. He keeps Hope chained in his basement, constantly subjected to endless torture. There's also mention of how Gortash was sold into his service at a young age, clearly not an enjoyable experience given the other details and how things turn out (particularly as Raphael would need Gortash's own plans to fail entirely in order for him to succeed in his own and get that crown). And as fans, we accept that. We don't sit making excuses, or trying to say "well actually Gortash is a little shit and Hope probably deserve it", and we don't shy away from or conveniently ignore those darker sides of him with malicious intent to enable more evil to flourish. What I noticed, when I allowed the thoughts to continue, is that there is a theme here.

If Evil Can Be Loved Then So Can I

That's the core. Of course, darlings, I am not claiming to be a heinous monster. I certainly do not have a laundry list of crimes that would make the devil himself say "Uh, that's a bit much." But I sure as fuck treat myself like I do sometimes. You see, I think a lot of us have that tendency, to judge ourselves far more harshly than anyone else. Our patience, understanding, and forgiveness for others runs deeper than the Mariana Trench, but when it comes to our own flaws? One minor mistake and we think ourselves to be the worst beings ever to disgrace the earth. Thus, the villainy we see reflects how we are treating ourselves. So by loving and accepting all of those things that should be terrible, hated, we are actually learning that no matter how poorly we think of ourselves that we can be worthy of that same love and acceptance. We are extending the affection we are unable to show ourselves to someone we see the worst parts of ourselves amplified within. And that's why villains attract the people with the most kindness. The most forgiveness. Because it takes someone with a truly huge amount of empathy to find love for the embodiment of evil.

Or, IDK, maybe villains are just hot and we're too far down to care.

But wait, before you go!

THERE'S SOMETHING WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT.

All of this is about FICTION. We should never be accepting of the kinds of evil we see in the game irl. We do not owe anyone kindness if they do not show it to us.

What is hot in fiction is not always OK IRL.

Look after yourselves out there, remember that consent is key in all things, and please do try to learn to love yourselves, darlings, you are worthy of it and you should judge yourself by the same standard you judge others. If you are in doubt, if you are worried, if you feel afraid - reach out, talk to someone. There are many who will listen.

Treat yourself as you would treat a friend. You deserve that much.

Oh, and all Raphael fans who understand kindness are welcome around me, any hour of the day, I adore our little fandom circles and would gladly collect all of us together. I'm following a lot of you as soon as I find you, like hunting shiny pokemon~

See you in Avernus, my darling Little Mice, may we all find joy in the Cambion's Embrace~

[jqmalikhsgib]

moonlight

three

eddie holds her close as she lies on his chest. he stares at the ceiling before simply looking at his girlfriend. eddie still couldn’t believe it. yn yln was his girlfriend!

she was by far the prettiest girl in hawkins high. sure, others would say it’s tammy but they’d be wrong. yn was breathtaking to eddie. she might be an angel forreal, he wouldn’t know nor would he care. he was in love.

eddie never expected to find love. after his mother died and his father was sent to jail, eddie was constantly shamed by the whole town of hawkins. the ten year old boy was confused. he was just a boy, a simple little boy who lost his mom and dad in less than three years from each other. he was shunned for the crimes his father committed. people expected him to be nothing but a criminal just like his old man. eddie only did what he could do. he put all his anger into his favorite game, dungeons and dragons! he became an excellent dungeon master. it was his rage that made him good. then his uncle introduced him to the guitar.

eddie became good at playing. he started writing music and finding other kids who were labeled as ‘freaks’ to for a band. they were actually pretty fucking good. unfortunately they listened to that ‘devil worshipping’ music. with how closed minded the fuckers in hawkins were, he was only shunned even more. people started labeling him as a cult leader. and creating a club named ‘hellfire’ where you play a game that’s getting bad press didn’t help his case. but eddie didn’t care. he couldn’t have care less about what these dumb fucks think of him. eddie knew he’d make a name for himself, he knew he’d be successful and prove everyone who ever doubted his abilities wrong.

his mother was the only person that pushed eddie. his mom letting him know he was somebody and the whole world will know his name. and still ‘till this day he believed her. her words always left an impression on him. and then he met her.

god, when he first laid eyes on her, she was mesmerizing. the way the sun shined in her hair, her eyes glowed brightly, her smile lit up his heart. she was fucking perfect. finding out she’d been the daughter of a preacher, knowing how this town looked at him, knowing what her parents might think if they saw him. he knew he had no shot with her. not a single bit. but he was so wrong.

when she approached him he thought she’d been confused at first. ‘no fucking way is she actually talking to me. no one she knows my name. no fucking say man!’ but she did. she knew who eddie had been and she didn’t give a fuck what anyone else thought of him. she thought eddie was beautiful, unique, intriguing, intelligent, funny, and handsome.

eddie still has yet to believe she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. and here he is, six months later dating her. six months of kisses, six months of hand holding, six months of tight hugs, six months of i love you. six whole months since you gave him a chance. he thanked his lucky stars every single second of every single day. he promised he wouldn’t mess this up.

it’s one reason why he hesitated to make love to her. he knew it would be her first time. he didn’t want to hurt her and he knew how much she vowed to stay a virgin until marriage. but then her words made his heart flutter. “‘m not worried ‘bout that eds. i know in my heart you’re my forever. in a way, im giving myself to my husband.” he spent the rest of the night worshipping her body. eddie simply looks at her once more. kissing her forehead gently before whispering in her ear “goodnight, wife.” he truly been lucky.

looking at her now has only made his heart hurt. that night was something he’d cherish forever. it was the moment he knew, or at least thought, he’d marry her.

then he woke up one morning hearing the rumors about her family suddenly moving. he didn’t believe it at first. but when he passed by her house and saw the for sale sign, his heart shattered. he assumed her family found out she’d been dating eddie and took her away. the one thing that made eddie really happy in a long time. eddie wasn’t sure why he assumed something would actually be great for once. he should have known better.

the night she left he was reminded of the last thing his father told him before he got arrested for good. “the munson men are cursed, kid! i should have known your mom being my ticket to happiness was just a sick joke god played on me. we munson men, we’re only good for being a slave for the man, or being criminal, no in between. we don’t get the fairytale happy ending. it’s no princess waiting in the castle for us with a shit ton of doe. we are who we are. if i taught you anything kid, remember that.”

he was absolutely right. what a fucking fool he’s been to fall for it.

“hey, why don’t we all go to the play room, yeah? maybe start building something with the legos?” nancy grabs all the kids, including kali. eddie hadn’t notice the little girl who looked identical to him. he’d been too busy staring at her. 

she gives him an awkward smile. looking down at her feet before clearing her throat. “it’s so much i have to tell you, eds. i just don’t know where to start.”

eddie simply shakes his head. “you don’t need to explain yourself to me, yn. i know your parents probably found out about us.”

her eyes begin to water. he could tell she wanted anything to hold his hand, hug him, and kiss him as if it were their last. he knew that look. it’s never changed.

“it’s deeper than that. i—eddie what my parents did wasn’t okay. what this town has done to you was never okay. seeing you as some kind of—it’s disgusting eddie. you were just a young boy when it started. i don’t know how you did it, eds. i still don’t! you’re the strongest man i know.”

eddie gives her a half smile. he didn’t have much to say. he wanted her to speak. mostly because he missed her voice. it feels good hearing her again.

she simply closed her eyes before sighing. eddie assumed she was holding back tears. he had been doing so the moment he saw her face.

“just gonna rip this off like a bandaid. eddie, the reason why my parents forced us to leave was due to my pregnancy,”

she looks at eddie. he just gives her a blank stare. she frowns not knowing if he heard her. but as soon as his hands connect with his mouth she knew he did.

“i—they just barely made friends in this town. my father being a preacher, he couldn’t risk this town looking at his daughter as the ‘town slut.’ or the ‘freaks mistress.’ so he moved us and forced me to sign my right away to my, our kid. after a few years i couldn’t take it anymore. her seeing me as her older sister and not her mother, it felt so wrong eddie. i—i tried to get to hawkins but i didn’t have enough money. not for food, clothes, shelter, nothing! i knew i had to get my life together to being a single mom. so i moved in with my grandmother and saved and saved and saved. i worked many jobs, barely getting any sleep, making sure our baby was fed, telling her about her dad. i sacrificed a lot to get back to you, eds. so we could get back.” when she finished eddie stared at her. he soaked all the information in.

she bites her bottom lip before hearing footsteps running towards her. she looks down as she feels arms wrap around her. “im hungry, mamma.”

eddie simply bends down. he looks at the little girl. she had her hair in two simple braids, she was wearing an orange rugrats t-shirt, a pair of overalls, and a necklace with an e on it.

eddie cried. he couldn’t believe it. he was a dad! eddie was a father to the cutest kid. he didn’t even know her but he already loved her. she had his eyes. he knew he’d do anything just from one look. this little girl already had him wrapped around his finger. he still couldn’t believe that he was a father.

“mamma.” the little girl whispers. she gestured for her mom to bend down.

“why’s the curly haired man crying? did i do something, mamma?” the little girl questioned.

eddie simply laughs through his tears.

“no, baby. it’s just—remember how mamma said one day she’s gonna take us home to daddy?”

the little girl simply nods her head. “well baby, the curly haired man is crying because he’s your dad and he loves you. he’s just feeling overjoyed.”

“oh! can—can daddy take us to dinner?”

eddie noticed she was going to decline. eddie simply shakes his head with a smile before nodding at his daughter gently.

“yeah, let’s—let’s get some food.” eddie whispers.

eddie watches as his daughter plays in the mcdonalds playroom. she was definitely a mini version of himself. he’s learned that she’s a talker.

the whole time they’d been eating she told eddie pretty much her entire childhood. eddie listened to every word. he loved listening to her babble.

he couldn’t believe that just a few hours ago he was just a man. a man who suffered for the last six years without the only woman he’s ever loved. now that same woman is back in his life and brought him someone precious to spoilt.

god, eddie felt like he now had a purpose in life again. he still had so much work to do within himself. with everything that happened in the upside down. he’s so grateful that dustin and steve carried him out. he would miss this very moment of his life if he died down there. he owed everything to those two. he owed everything to the doctors that saved his life as well.

“so, we should probably discuss somethings.” eddie turned. he completely forgot that the woman he loved, the woman he still loved, was right in front of him.

“nance told me that you almost died, eds.”

here it goes. the seriousness of his life. he knew they’d have to talk about it at some point. he wasn’t quite ready to tell her everything. she didn’t need to know everything! it’s not like she’d believe him anyway. who would believe that a simple fantasy game could be reality?

“i—i did.”

“im sorry, eds. i—i couldn’t imagine what you went through. nance didn’t tell me much. she said that you tried to save the town even after they tried to pin you for murder. may i ask who died?”

eddie clears his throat. he didn’t know how to answer her. telling her that the girl he had a crush on before meeting her, was inside of his house. it would probably devastate her. she knew of his crush on the cheerleader. she’d probably think they’d been together.

but he knew her as well. she could sense a lie a mile away. he didn’t wanna lie to her.

“chrissy.”

“cunningham? how did she—how did she die?”

eddie scratches the back of his head. he bites his bottom lip before looking into her eyes.

“it’s hard to explain, yn. she just—it was the most terrifying thing i seen in my life and im still facing the hell it put me through.”

thankful his girl was understandable. she never pushed eddie into revealing anything he wasn’t ready for. that’s something he’d always love her for.

“i hope this won’t affect whatever this is.” eddie points between the two.

“eddie, we’ve both changed over the last six years. i had our daughter and also had to deal with my toxic parents. you had to deal with seeing someone die and almost dying yourself. we still have so much to work on, eds. for the sake of our family, for our daughter, i think we both need to have professional help. nance tells me you’re already in therapy. that’s great, eddie! means you want to get better. and that’s exactly what kali needs. she needs both her parents to be stable and happy! im looking for a therapist myself. i think until we can figure things out for our kid, we shouldn’t be seeing each other. not romantically. i don’t think either of us are ready for that.”

eddie nods his head. he wants her back. wants to be with her and only her. but he knew mentally, he wasn’t ready for that just yet. eddie had a little ways to go before starting a relationship with anyone. he loves her with his whole soul. but he couldn’t ruin something so pure and beautiful when he’s suffering. he needs time to grow. especially now that he’s a dad.

“i love you eds. ill always love you. you’re my person, okay? and i—i want us to be together. i just want us to be together properly. we deserve to give kali, and ourselves time to learn each other again and time to heal.”

“i agree. i just want to be apart of her life yn. your parents took six years away from me. six years of not knowing where you were or if you were safe. and six years of not knowing i had a daughter. promise me you won’t take that away?”

“i could never! so, we’ll figure this out?”

eddie looks at his kid once more. he gives her a simple nod. “we’ll figure this out.”

[sky-kiss]

i’ve always been a meph fucker (unfortunate taste, i know) so that mephisto and raph fic was a real treat!!!!! your characterisation is so so good

/clutches your hand But you deserve better, my friend. I get it, though. I get it. He does have his charisma. And he's another peak pathetic ambition boy. The hobo-wizard with 3% bodyfat. I get it.

And thank you, I'm so glad to hear that! It's always a treat to write the Archdukes. I have some chapters of my longfic with him. His interactions with Raphael are some of my favorites to write. He's a little bastard.

Like:

"Did I?” The Lord of the Eighth purred, dipping into a half bow to bring them eye to eye. The cautionary voice in the back of his head screamed to step back; it was childish panic, buried but still alive beneath his millennia of experience. “Did Hell’s archivist, its arch-mage, overlook such a glaring fact? You are flawed, princeling, but rarely stupid."

“Do enlighten me, Father.”

“It is a crutch. False ascension for power-hungry children and mortals reaching above their station.” His lips curled back in a sneer. “You are no god. Even with your toy, you remain beneath Asmodeus’ notice.” 

The cambion ignored every alarm, every voice demanding that he turn tail and swallow his pride, prioritizing self-preservation. He snarled, "I am Lord of  Avernus!" 

"And how did you come to this title? Your Crown, twice stolen by Bhaal's spawn.  Your blood is mine; your hellfire is mine. Your armies were mine.” His voice never rose above that strange half-whisper, intimate and damning. Mephistopheles tapped the crown’s center diadem. “Tell me, boy, what can you claim? Even your ambition echoes my own." 

He's so fun to write. You just get to write Raphael on steroid. More self-centered! More charming! More of a self-sabotaging dumbass.

[sundaynightlive]

You Are in Love (Steddie)

Yeah, I’m a Swiftie, deal with it.

(TW: blood and death, I guess?)

Steve and Eddie’s dramatic ass reunion after the Upside Down debacle, secretly-daring-before-season-4 edition.

Just some sappy, fluffy shit. So short—impossibly short.

I have so much I wanna write and post but my wifi is down and I hate writing on my phone so we all out of luck until my grandpa fixes it lmao.

You can hear it in the silence.

Quiet, as the dust clears. Steve’s heartbeat is in his fucking throat—the tear is closed, and they’re alive. They’re all alive, even—

You can feel it on the way home.

It’s time he was honest, he knows that. He knows how long he’s been lying, how much he’s been hiding from his people—his family. They didn’t deserve that, but he couldn’t help not being ready.

He’d only managed to tell Rob, for obvious reasons.

He’s far from Steve, separated by the chaos, bleeding profusely from long scars on his back where there used to be wings—dirty, hair soaked with rain and blood and sweat—he’s looking at Steve, wide-eyed, probably shocked to be alive when not too long ago he was undead, and not long before that, just dead.

God, how that had torn Steve apart—no one to cry to except Wayne and Rob, nobody to talk to, avoiding Dustin like a plague, unable to offer a shoulder when he needed one himself.

More than a shoulder—whole bodies, whole hearts and minds to console him in his grief.

And Dustin is still pissed at him for this, and Steve has a lot of apologizing to do for the way he’s been. He has a lot of apologizing to do for his refusal to explain himself.

But right now isn’t the time to worry about that.

You can see it with the lights out.

Steve is crying before he’s moving, choking out sobs before he even thinks to go towards Eddie to hold him for the first time in ages.

He’s wiping his eyes, rooted to the spot, blubbering like a goddamn baby until Robin pushes at his shoulder, urging him forward, and he realizes that yeah.

Yeah, he should probably go.

“Go, Steve.”

You are in love. True love.

He stumbles first, and then he’s running. He’s never run while crying before, and finds himself teetering and stumbling, but it’s not enough to stop it.

It’s been so long. So long.

God, Steve can’t wait to bring Eddie home, to laugh and cry and settle in Wayne’s arms, too, and then get that fucker in a shower, and maybe climb in there with him.

Or a bath. Maybe even a bath.

He can’t wait to crawl into bed with him again, to wake up in the morning to coffee and breakfast, courtesy of Wayne. He can’t wait to show him all the things he’s missed, to bring him to Hellfire and let him learn Will’s campaign, to get him a job, to get him a life. Get him his life back.

He can’t wait to wake up whole. Without that empty fucking space, and that empty fucking vest.

“You fucking idiot,” he sobs.

You are in love.

Eddie holds him, bares the force of him and then holds him tightly, laughing hysterically, crying, too. Steve is smearing blood across his hands and Ed’s back, and he can’t bring himself to fucking care. It’s not terrible—the scars won’t be terrible.

Eddie’s alive. He’s alive.

And really, Steve could care less about the eyes on them, curious onlookers plus Robin, who is yelling something like—

“Fuck yeah! We’re alive, motherfuckers!”

“I’m sorry,” Eddie says, hoarse, and Steve pulls out of the hug, tears streaming down his face. “I know I said I—“

“You wanted to kiss me before we split up, you dumb son of a bitch,” Steve manages, voice breaking, shaking his head slightly at the intense relief washing through every cell in his body, “So do it, Munson.”

The smile he’s gifted is worth every second of agony.

Eddie’s hands come around his face and pull him forward. Robin hoots and hollers. Steve just pulls his boyfriend closer, crying profusely and hoping to never wake from this moment. Nothing in his life will ever feel like this again—

And, to be fair, it shouldn’t.

You can hear it in the silence…

[invisible-storyteller]

Teen Wolf movie fix-it drabble

(I just wanted to write something with Jordan and Derek.)

To say that the day had been emotionally taxing was an understatement.

It took 2 hours and a lot of happy tears smeared into his shirt for Eli to finally fall asleep. Having tucked Eli into bed, Sheriff Stilinski pulled him into a bone-crushing hug and Derek blinked away the stray tears after the words "Thank God, you're back, son" were whispered into his ear. Derek could only thank him, leaving the Sheriff to watch over his son while he took one more visit for the night.

The lights were off inside the house but Derek still rapped his knuckles on the door, not surprised when it swung open almost immediately with a gun raised directly to his head.

It had only been a few hours, but Jordan appeared to have aged a few years during that time.

"De-" Jordan swallowed, face tense and eyes blinking rapidly.

Derek quickly raised his hands up, giving his best friend a small smile. "I'm not an illusion." Derek shook his hands slightly for emphasis - feeling awkward by basically doing jazz hands at the end of a gun's barrel - and heaved out a relieved sigh when Jordan lowered the weapon, his count coming up to ten twice in a row.

"How?" Jordan asked, still gripping the gun tight.

"Apparently true alphas get teleported to the Nemeton when burned with hellfire," Derek said, his hands lowering into an outstretched invitation.

This prompted Jordan to pause - an opportunity to take in the sight of his (alive!) friend. The gun was eventually laid on a nearby table and Derek swayed backwards with the force with which Jordan tackled him into a hug.

"I killed you." The words sounded wrenched, relieved and accusatory, but not against Derek.

His nose scrunched up. Sewer, cigarette smoke and burnt wood: the smell of self-hatred.

"Clearly, you didn't."

"I burned you alive."

Derek detached himself from Jordan and nudged the other man into the house, shutting the door closed behind him to protect them from the chill of the night air. Jordan swiftly turned on the lights as if he was sure Derek would disappear into the darkness.

"You saved everyone," Derek stated matter-of-factly.

"But I couldn't save you."

"We knew there would be casualties. Or some complications."

"This isn't a complication, Derek, I watched you die!"

Derek couldn't say anything to that. Jordan whipped his head to the side, scoffing incredulously with the stench of anger simmering under his skin that he forcefully pushed down, just like he had done for years. For this exact reason.

"Thank you."

Jordan shook his head with a bitter smile, slumping into a seat and burying his face into his hands.

"Are you out of your mind? I killed you. You can't thank me for that," Jordan muttered, face still hidden as Derek sat down beside him.

"I can, actually," Derek quipped, hands clasped in front of him, "We won."

"It didn't feel like a victory."

"I asked you to do it," Derek reminded, and then turned to see Jordan already looking back at him, "But I forgive you."

Jordan exhaled loudly as he leaned back, his eyes rising to the ceiling in search of something, and yet, looking too tired to actually look for answers. It had been a long day for everyone, and it would haunt them for even longer.

"But I did burn the Nogitsune, right?"

Derek grinned, settling back himself and folding his arms atop his chest.

"You barbecued that fucker," Then after a moment, he added: "You saved us all. You saved my son."

Jordan and Derek shared a look, giving a silent nod to each other.

"Too bad, though, I was so ready to get the Camaro," Jordan sighed in faux dejection, making Derek's eyebrows furrow with amusement.

"Who said I'd give it to you?"

"I'm pretty sure it was me."

Derek rolled his eyes, shoving playfully at Jordan's shoulder who automatically pushed back, "I always knew you just befriended me for my money."

Jordan's lips tugged into a smile, his body relaxing for the first time.

"Please, tell me next time none of us has to kill the other."

"Do I look dead to you?" Derek huffed, one single eyebrow raised.

"No," Jordan grinned, "Not at all."

[truly-quirkless]

Writer's RP Wishlist

May see updates/tag-ons via reblogs in the future. Please note that some of these are character-specific wishes.

Note: every time I write 'blame x for this one', that is meant to be positive, not negative.

Honestly I'm officially just a fan of 'Midoriya adopted by Yagi / Bakugo adopted by Fin' chaos. Blame Whiskey Lullaby for that.

Literally all the 'kid gets adopted by Yagi/Fin' shenanigans. I live for it.

Any Todoroki ranting to Yagi about their father and he's just. Nervous sweating. XD

The pain of interactions with Shigaraki??? Yagi dying b/c someone he couldn't save???? PLEASE.

Villain muses approaching Fin to try to deal damage to Yagi to one degree or another (trying to turn Fin against him, trying to slowly change their morals/ideals/etc., so on and so forth. Doesn't work but attempts are made and I enjoy the thought).

In terms of throuples,...: Enji, Aizawa, Best Jeanist, Hawks, David. All would take some level of plotting given Yagi and Fin's canon but STILL.

YagiFin. I will kill for YagiFin with another Yagi muse. I will- (I will not).

Yagi purposefully misusing modern slang around any of the students/kids. Let him kill them with cringe-

Tease Fin and Yagi about each other. I have craved this since day one-

Summer 'oh God I'm melting' threads.

'Very platonic yes we are so very platonic' (they were not, in fact, platonic).

All for One just. Casually approaching Fin. Scaring the ever-loving shit out of them. Why? Because he knows All Might's Words are burning like HELLFIRE every time he does.

All for One developing a weird thing where he's obsessed with All Might, so when he finds out Fin is Yagi's other half, a bit of that obsession bleeds over.

Literally anyone saying 'I'll protect you' when Fin finds out their brother escaped jail and they need to go under Hero Watch until he's recaptured.

Forcing Yagi/Fin/both to take a break because fuckers be breaking themselves to get all the extra work done nobody asked them to do- (blame Sid for this one).

Fin interacting with Overhaul who has a hint of an obsession about them since their Quirk is essentially what he wants for society (blame Keys for this one).

Yagi trying to talk to literally any Midoriya.

Shigaraki borderline kidnapping Fin b/c he found out they're All Might's soulmate, but he's unwilling to kill them because that'd be too easy. Doesn't torture them, either. Just. Keeps them. For a time. Laughs as All Might panics on live television. Eventually- eventually- releases them. Bonus if it ever results in the weirdest pair of frenemies in the history of ever since these two clash like Hell when in actual conflict.

Yagi falling. Literally anyone noticing.

Blond wanting to help and either being pushed/pulled back b/c he's retired and can't, or literally forced out of the scene until the fight's over b/c he would get injured/likely die.

Muses finding out Yagi's secret early/earlier than they should have in canon (only applies to those who are unaware of his circumstances post-entrance exam).

Literally any of this in the medieval AU.

Yagi asking others for advice on how to approach Fin about certain things (how to go on certain dates, about taking their relationship further, marriage, etc.).

Talks in the teacher's lounge room.

Cuddles (whether platonic or otherwise).

Anyone interrupting the couple when the two are getting heated.

Random public encounters/'wait you frequent here?!' stuff.

Especially grocery stores. I just find the idea funny.

Any and all times when Fin gets mistaken for a teenage boy. Brunet ready to kill several people at once.

All Might at the edge of his timer and having to come up with excuses to run. (Can lead into a previous wish.)

Yagi interacting with someone as 'All Might's personal assistant'.

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Twisted Lies

Can I request an Angst to happy ending Eddie Munson x fem. reader long oneshot where reader is Jason’s sister and Eddie and reader are dating and happy and Jason sabotages the relationship by writing a note saying awful things about Eddie and he shows it to Eddie and makes Eddie believe his girlfriend wrote it.

When she meets up with Eddie later, she tries to hug him and he pushes her away and yells at her in anger and confronts her about the note and she starts sobbing and tries to convince him that she didn’t write it and she tells him she loves him for the first time and when he finally realizes Jason set him up, he apologizes to reader and kisses her and tells her he loves her too?

Requested by @borhapgirlforlife19 ty for the request. I hope you like it 💞

Warnings; Angst to fluff,

Likes, comments and especially reblogs are always appreciated. I do not give anyone permission to copy my work.

💞❤

She smiles as she wakes up in Eddie's arms, he was over for a study date last night and they fell asleep.

Well... There wasn't a lot of studying involved but there were a lot of mindblowing orgasms and sweet cuddles.

She loved Eddie with her whole heart, her parents adored him. The only problem was her twin brother Jason. He hated Eddie.

How he could be her twin she never knew, they barely even looked alike and they certainly didn't act alike.

Though honestly, she didn't care what Jason thought she was so happy with Eddie. He treated her like an absolute queen, he even called her his princess and was so gentle and sweet, protective.

Eddies beautiful Brown eyes flutter open and he looks at her with adoration, her belly flutters. He makes her heart race, butterflies in her belly, tingles. All the good stuff.

"Hey, beautiful". She kisses him tenderly and he cuddles with her. God, she loved sleepy, morning cuddles.

Ugh, did they have to get up? Couldn't they just stay here all comfy and curled up together?

Maybe a long hot shower with Eddie would refresh her, she turns to Eddie then winks.

"Come on handsome, shower time it. A nice soapy, hot shower". His pupils blow wide with desire and he follows her into the bathroom making her giggle as he kisses her along the way.

Little did they know while they were in the shower that Jason had snuck into the bedroom with a devious plan in mind to cause chaos.

💖

Operation break up was a go.

Jason smirks as he zeros in on Eddie, this morning when y/n and the freak were in the shower together he stole a scrap of her notebook paper.

He's written horrible shit about Eddie on it and plans to give it to him. Surely the fucker will realise his sister is way too good for him and they'll break up.

Well, at least he can hope. Either that or it causes a massive rift. He will take what he can get.

Eddie's eyes narrow at him.

"What the fuck do you want Carver?". Smug he shoves the note right in the freak's face. He takes it.

"Just thought you should know what my sis really thinks of you, found it this morning when I was getting the laundry and shit". He shrugs playing it cool.

Eddie is such a freak, I don't know what I was thinking by dating him. Jason was right about everything. All the metal shit he's into is so weird and I can't stand hearing him talking about that freak show Hellfire club.

"I'm telling you freak, she wrote this. It's from her fucking diary".

Eddie stares at the note and Jason watches with glee as his face falls. He takes the note shaking and crumpling it up in his hand stuffs it in his jeans and stalks away going to find y/n.

Operation break up completed.

💞💫

She can't wait to find Eddie, she's missed him so much. Okay, it's only been a few hours since they saw him but she's so in love with him it feels like days.

It's Friday so he will be going to set up for Hellfire any minute now.

Just as she suspected she spots in walking towards the auditorium and she beams and calls his name.

"Eddie!". She runs to him, throwing her arms around him, it confuses her when he tenses and suddenly he's pushing her away and she looks at him shocked.

"Leave me alone y/n".

What's wrong with him?

"Eddie? What's wrong?". His brown eyes flash in anger, tears just visible in his eyes.

"Oh like you don't know?". Seriously she doesn't. What the hell happened from this morning until now?

"No, I don't so explain it to me Eds?". He snorts and pulls a note from his pocket, the paper is so familiar and she realises it's from her diary.

He shoves the note at her and she takes it scanning the words. It's not her handwriting but she knows who it is. Jason's.

Her more pressing concern is reassuring Eddie that this was not written by her but by her asshole brother.

"Eddie I didn't write this". Her heart breaks as tears fall down his cheeks, she longs to soothe him but he backs away from her.

"Yeah, likely story y/n, fuck why did I believe you were different you're just like your brother".

Anxiety fills her stomach. She can't lose him not because of Jason and him not accepting her and Eddie, he needs to get over his stupid prejudices.

"Eddie it isn't my handwriting, you have to believe me". She pleads and he still won't look at her.

"Look, I have Hellfire. I'll see you later". She gently tugs him back.

"Eddie please listen". He wipes at his eyes and meets her gaze, his own full of betrayal and hurt.

"Why should I?". Fuck, she wanted this to be more romantic when she told him. Screw Jason and his bullshit.

"Because I love you, Eddie, so much. I wish I could be telling you this in a special, romantic way but thanks to Jason's shit I can't. I love you, I love everything about you, especially Hellfire and your love for Heavy metal but most of all for your beautiful heart".

His tense body softens and he looks to the note then tears it to pieces and pulls her in his arms for a breathtaking kiss.

He kisses her forehead and swears.

"Fucking Jason, that asshole. You really mean it, princess?". She nods wiping his tears away gently.

"I really do".

"Good because I love you too princess, so much. I should have realised you'd never write any of that shit".

Jason skulks out of basketball practice, spots her and Eddie together and pales. Fuming she approaches him along with Eddie.

"How dare you try and break Eddie up". She screams at him, she's so beyond furious right now.

Jason gapes flustered.

"He's a freak sis, he's a..." She cuts him off and narrows her eyes, he gulps stepping back.

"No. Enough! let me get it through that thick skull of yours, Jason, I love Eddie and he loves me. So back off and leave us alone or I will make you regret it".

He sneers at her and nods, then storms off. Message received.

Eddie kisses her hair.

"Come on princess need my lucky charm to join me at Hellfire".

They walk hand in hand to the auditorium, happier than ever and very much in love.

💞💫

[pettyprocrastination]

in honor of fall finally beginning, here are my thoughts on what pedro characters would fuck a demon and why. (ps! If anybody would care to request a drabble for these this lovely halloween season so i keep my creative juices flowing outside of class, I absolutely would love to write them for you! just drop em into my ask box<3)

Max Philips

Vampire. has monster4monster in his tinder bio. 

has a friends with benefits set up with a demon

will summon said demon who appears in his bedroom where he has drawn a summoning circle on his bed 

“very classy” 

“i have a flair for the dramatics”

instead of pulling your hair while fucking you from the back its the horns baby >:)

Pero Tovar

raised catholic whore. 

was probably hired to go into a haunted forest and kill the beast only to find you there. 

gets that good hellfire pussy and is immediately in l o v e

will go back into the cursed forest just so he can go down on you 

gets claw marks on his back >;)

Marcus pike

there’s no real reason for this one but I just know that soft man WOULD fall in love with a fucking demon. I just know it. 

you know that story about a priest who fell in love with an author who wrote satanic erotica? yeah its that except he’s the priest and its with a literal demon from hell. 

Oberyn motherfucking Martell

I dont even NEED to explain this one 

ive said before that this man is absolutely a monster fucker. 

He’s also incredibly intelligent and would absolutely be wildly curious about you and want to know everything. 

in this one I’d imagine it more as he’s the hero of the situation (and ellaria of course ill never leave my wifey out) 

you got summoned and subsequently captured. 

now youre either stuck in a brothel OR kept by some cruel maester/noble whos deadset on studying you to figure out more about your “kind”

stuck where you are because there are seals painted everywhere so you physically can’t escape. 

Oberyn is the one who watches you in shock and then anger because he sees the pain and exhaustion on your face. 

will slyly rub away at the seal on the floor until it’s fully broken and you can escape (and kill your captor) 

Rumor spreads through the realm that the Red Viper is so lustful he’s even bed a creature from the seven hells. Not entirely false ;)

Ezra

He IS the demon :)

[ghostselena]

Sweeter Than Honey

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Constant headaches made you turn to a boy who's had the longest crush on you, little did he know, you've been wanting to make a move.

Warnings: This is fluff, with a small mention of sexual innuendos and drug mentions. Slightly edited. 18+

a/n: Feels amazing to be back, I finally have the energy to write again. Goddd I love this boy so much. Also, totally didn't make a tattoo appointment to get the hellfire club sword on me ;) YLN = Your last name [1.2K WORDS]

You may not copy or post this as your own anywhere. However, reblogs are encouraged :)

The long-haired boy kept roaming through his bag as he looked for the drug that you had asked for. These past few days have been pure hell. The constant headaches got you running for the hills and no pills were helping the pain go away.

"Uh, so I got oxycontin, a small bag of weed but— only if we share it cause, it's the last of what I've got for now," his eyes met yours with a cheeky smile, slightly nervous under your soft glance that kept him on the edge.

You laughed with a grin, "That could work, how much do I owe you?" You sat closer to him, leaning forward to grab the money you had slid into your back pocket.

He smiled, shaking his head as his eyes glanced down at your hand, "Owe? this one is on me," he grabbed the money that you had shoved against his chest gently, "Manners, pretty girl, I don't like repeating myself," he was closer now, his lips brushed against your neck as he slid the money back into your pocket, careful to not touch you in any way to make you uncomfortable.

You could feel your heart racing, his cheap yet manly and intoxicating cologne hit your nostrils at the speed of light. He could feel your breathing change, a satisfied smirk placed on his delicious lips.

"You doing alright? You look at little.." he paused as his eyes caught yours, thumb rubbing your cheek gently, "..pale,"

He knew exactly what he was doing to you, you had given him access to tease you as soon as you had sat next to him in the cafeteria, begging him to meet you after school.

You nodded as you gave him a smile, holding his hand against your tinted cheeks that were bound to melt off at any point if he kept getting any closer.

"Use your words, sweetheart, " he tapped your cheek with two fingers, biting down against his bottom lip as he kept on teasing.

This fucker.

"I'm good," you mumbled, looking away as he kept his soft stare on yours. It was getting too hot, too much for you to even keep yourself together.

And he was good at what he did, there was never a moment where he didn't make you die under his gaze.

His body turned slightly to pull something from his bag. His hand was now occupied with a lighter along with a cigarette, "You know, I just can't quite comprehend something," he started before pressing the end of his lips against the cigarette, inhaling the spearmint flavor and exhaling it in your direction.

The cloud surrounded your face as you looked at him in confusion, "What do you mean?" you asked, furrowing your eyebrows.

He just smiled at your innocence, loving the sweet scent that he craved so dearly, "The y/n yln, is sitting right in front of me, buying drugs, from me." he paused for a second, pointing the cig your way and you grabbed it from his fingers, taking a small hit, "never thought I'd see the day." a slight chuckle left his lips as you coughed, clearly showing him it was your first time.

Your hand moved back and forth as you coughed, laughing as you felt his hand pat your back, "Easy now, I don't wanna kill the girl I've been crushing on since middle school," the words slipped out of his mouth without hesitation.

You could've sworn you heard him curse under his breath at the realization, "What?" you looked in shock, the warm but yet— familiar feeling of heat rising back to your cheeks could be felt.

He stuttered as he tried to come up with an excuse, "Well- no. I meant like, you know, fuck." He looked down and bit his lip as he shook his head, looking back up to look at you with tinted cheeks, "Shit, fuck it. Can I kiss you?"

His hand had tossed away the already wasted cigarette behind you, his two warm hands had cupped your soft cheeks. You couldn't trust your words right now, you couldn't believe it.

Nodding your head slowly, you licked your lips as he closed the gap between the two of you, pressing his soft pink lips against your own gently.

You couldn't think straight as he pulled you closer, moving his lips so deliciously against yours. It was rough yet so gentle as he caressed the side of your neck with his thumb— with the hand that kept you from moving, scared that you'd pull away.

Your hands were frozen against his lap, not wanting to escalate the heated kiss into something else in the woods. Any student could pass by and see—Not that you cared if they did.

He pulled away to catch his breath as he stared down at you with a smile, using his thumb to rub against your bottom lip, "I've been wanting to do that for so long," he mumbles, leaning forward to press a few more kisses to your lips.

You couldn't help but peck back each time, a big smile on your face as you melted into his touch, "What took you so long?"

And though the answer seemed quite obvious to him, you couldn't comprehend what could be so different between the two of you.

"Well, to start— you're definitely out of my league," he pulled back to adjust his pants with a hidden smirk as he looked away for a second.

"Really? that's crazy," you reply, a sudden boost of confidence filling your veins as you continued, "Cause, I remember trying out for the D&D club to get with the leader," you finished with an innocent smile, playing with the rings that sat on his fingers.

He could've sworn he stopped breathing for a second, "Tried out? when?" his posture was much more straight now, head leaning to the side slightly as to why no one ever mentioned this happening.

"A few weeks back, Henderson said I sucked," you reply with a soft laugh, shaking your head at the memory. The curly-haired boy knew their club leader would go too easy on you, they couldn't have that.

"Interesting," he stared down at his hands, deep in thought as he thought of ways he could strangle the boy.

Your hands slid onto his slowly, intertwining them with a smile, "He was right though, I could barely understand what was going on," you defend the poor kid quickly, hoping you didn't throw him into the lion's den with your answer.

"I can teach you," he replied rather quickly, loving the idea of having you around more often.

"I'd love that." you looked up at him, leaning forward to press a gentle peck against his lips once more. He just looked so dreamy and his lips were calling your name as they stared at you all pouty and plump.

With a quick tug to your arm, he had you standing up to your feet before cupping your cheeks once more, "Then we shall begin." his tone was slow and with a smirk, he pulled you along towards his van, holding himself together from freaking out in front of the girl he's been wanting for far too long.

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[eddiemunsonisveryhot]

Wayne and Eddie Munson

I definitely didn’t cry while writing this 🤫

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On Eddie’s birthday when he was younger Wayne would try and make the cake but they would always look horrendous but Eddie couldn’t be happier 

Wayne would cut Eddie’s hair and it would go something like this : “Careful Wayne you almost cut me !” “Stop being so dramatic Eddie… your going to look amazing” “I always do”

Wayne would have worked double shifts just to save up for Eddie’s guitar

Eddie got his guitar on Christmas when he was 11 . He begged for a guitar for months after listening to his first black sabbath tape .

Wayne would refer to Eddie as “my boy” “son” and “Ed’s” but when he was in trouble he would call him “Edward”

Wayne loved Eddie more than anything, Eddie was his pride and joy

Eddie would definitely try and convince Wayne to start watching shows like ‘Trick or Treat’ and ‘Airheads’ but Wayne would be like “I think I will stick to only fools and horses”

Wayne gave up the only bedroom in the trailer to Eddie so instead he would use a pull out mattress

Eddie would draw photos for Wayne and he would keep every single one of them

Wayne would have a photo of Eddie in his wallet so they are ‘never apart’

This next part is more sad so if you are still sensitive about Eddie or haven’t watched volume 2 yet then don’t read <3

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When Wayne saw Chrissy in his trailer he thought that someone had murdered her and kidnapped Eddie

When he first put up his first missing poster for Eddie he felt like his heart shattered . The only thing he had was Eddie and now he was gone . He had looked after Eddie since he was little and now he could be gone forever .

Wayne never forgave himself.

He would wear Eddie’s necklace everyday for the rest of his life

Wayne went to the Prison for the first time ingests to see his brother “Wayne? What are you doing here” “Umm … I have some news … about Eddie” Wayne said fighting off his tears “What’s the little fucker done now ?” “Dont you dare talk about him like that” Wayne snapped “sorry geez” “E-eddie …. passed.. away”. “Well I’m surprised he didn’t die sooner he was such a baby just like his mum” and with that Wayne walked away . He never went to see his brother again after what he said

Wayne had to see a councillor to help with his grief

He still went to all of the corroded coffin concerts but it wasn’t the same without Eddie there

It took him a long time to recover from Eddie’s death but he never forgot about him

Wayne had a album of photos of Eddie from when he was a baby to a young adult but on the pages there would be circular stains from when he would cry while looking at the photos

He had Eddie’s guitar hung over his bed so at night he would be reminded of him

He couldn’t even look at his hellfire shirt without bursting into tears . Eddie was his son and now he was gone forever

[violetevents]

until i found you

pairing: steve/eddie word count: 1,3k a/n: occasionally we hold little writing challenges in the King Hellfire discord, and this is the result of one of them :) the theme for this was comedy, and the setting post-apocalypse, so i turned it into a zombie romcom i guess?? lmao enjoy!!

Eddie’s fingers are only inches away from what appears to be the last can of spaghetti-o’s on the face of planet earth, when he hears a crashing sound coming from somewhere on the other end of the supermarket.

“Shit,” he mutters, stretching just that little bit more so his hands finally close around the can, before quickly shoving it into his bag and making his way towards the employee entrance he used to get in.

He was convinced the place was zombie free, but based on the shuffling noises he keeps hearing, he might’ve been wrong after all. He quickens his pace as he makes his way to the door, which is his only excuse for slamming his foot into an empty discarded can and sending it rattling across the floor.

“Shit,” he mutters again, “shit, shit, shit, shit.” There’s more crashing noises coming from the other side of the supermarket, and running footsteps, and fucking hell, of course this is one of those fuckers that can run, and then suddenly someone is swinging a nail bat at his face.

“What the hell!” Eddie yells, stumbling backwards into the employee entrance. “What the fuck dude, what the fuck!”

The person with the nail bat stops swinging at him, lowering his bat and holy shit.

“Steve Harrington?” Eddie asks, absolutely flabbergasted. The last time Eddie saw Steve Harrington he was the King of Hawkins High, with perfectly styled hair and an effortlessly handsome look that made Eddie simultaneously swoon and made him want to slam his head against his locker.

Unfortunately, Steve has lost none of the effortlessly handsome look, but his hair is decidedly less perfectly styled, and now he has a more of a messy, sticking in every direction kind of look going on. It actually makes him look even hotter, the bastard.  

“Eddie?” Steve asks, “Eddie Munson?”

“The one and only,” Eddie says, doing a dumb little jazz hands motion. Having gotten over the shock of running into Steve Harrington in the middle of the zombie apocalypse, he has to admit it’s kind of nice to talk to an actual living, breathing human. He hasn’t really spoken to anyone, since. Well. No use to dwell on that now.

“Fuck, man, I thought you were a Z,” Steve breathes out and runs a hand through his hair. Eddie sternly tells his brain that they’re in the middle of a zombie apocalypse and this is not the time to get stupid horny thoughts about Steve goddamn Harrington.

Eddie shrugs. “Nope, still alive and kicking. Nice bat,” he gestures at the very badass nail bat Steve’s holding. It’s a lot cooler than the knife Eddie’s been using.

“Hm?” Steve says, like he had forgotten about the coolest weapon ever known to man. “Oh, this. Yeah, Jonathan made it for me.” He swings the bat around casually, and it shows off the arm muscles that are fully on display thanks to his sleeveless shirt. Eddie is going to eat the goddamn nail bat if he keeps doing shit like that.

“Wait,” Eddie says, struggling to drag his eyes away from Steve’s upper arms, catching on to what Steve just told him. “Isn’t that the guy your girlfriend left you for?”

Steve pulls a face. “It’s complicated,” he pauses and then. “Actually, no it’s not. I’m over her, they’re pretty happy together, so it’s fine. We all teamed up to protect Nancy’s younger brother and his friends when everything started going down. Wait, you know him! Mike? Wasn’t he in your DND thing?”

“Yeah, good kid,” Eddie says, nodding.

Steve snorts. “Little gremlin, more like it. But yeah. We’re all staying in Wheeler’s basement now.” He looks at Eddie, calculating. “Hey, where are you staying, is it save? Do you, uh, maybe want to join us?”

Eddie thinks about his trailer, and how it’s only barely holding back the zombies that try to crawl through his window every night. Then he thinks about Steve, and Steve’s arms, and the prospect of not having to tackle this shit show alone.

“I’m kind of in between things right now,” he says, “So sure, why not?”

“Awesome,” Steve is beaming at him, and somehow that’s worse than the arm flexing. Eddie’s going to melt into a puddle on the floor at the end of this conversation at this rate. “I really just came to town to collect some supplies, and I still have some things left on the list, do you mind joining me?”

The thought of going into town and potentially face even more zombies is absolutely terrifying to Eddie. He’s about to tell Steve, no thanks, but then Steve smiles at him again, and goddamnit. “Sure, why not?”

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So that’s how Eddie finds himself wedged behind a bookshelf, Steve huddled in beside him, as a zombie blindly tries to find his way through the store.

“Seriously Harrington? You’re telling me I’m going to die for ‘A Wrinkle In Time’?” Eddie whispers furiously, as Steve tracks the movements of the zombie.

“El likes it,” Steve says petulantly, like that statement is supposed to mean anything to Eddie. “You didn’t have to come, you know.”

“You, you were smiling at me,” Eddie says, accusingly. “What was I supposed to say, no?”

Steve turns away from the zombie and frowns at Eddie. “What does me smiling have to do with anything?”

“Everything,” Eddie hisses furiously. He glances at the zombie, and figures hey, he’s probably going to die anyway, so it’s probably now or never. “I’ve had a crush on you since like, middle school. And then in the middle of this goddamn zombie apocalypse you come wandering in like it’s nothing with your nail bat and your easy smile and your arm muscles and your goddamn hair and fuck, dude. Like I could ever say no to that.”

Steve blinks at him, mouth open. “Oh,” he says, “uh, me too?”

Eddie is distracted when the zombie seems to move closer in their direction, and momentarily considers if you can kill one by throwing books at it. “What? What do you mean, me too?”

“The crush,” Steve says, and oh my god, is he blushing. “I had a crush on you, too. Little later, sophomore year of high school. You did that thing you do where you step unto a table in the middle of the high school cafeteria and held this big speech about society or whatever and I don’t know. I thought it was cool. Kept noticing you like, all the time after that. I was really excited when Dustin told me he was in your DND club thingy because I thought I might see more of you? But then the zombie apocalypse happened, so.”

“Oh my god,” Eddie says, and then does the only logical thing you can do in the middle of a zombie apocalypse when the man you’ve been pining for for years confesses he kind of likes you, too.

You kiss him full on the mouth.

Steve lets out a surprised little noise, but he kisses back, he kisses back and Eddie is having the absolutely best moment of his life.

That is, until the zombie that seems to finally have caught on to their location tries to eat Steve’s shoe, and they spend a frantic few moments trying to get out alive.

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(Later, Steve walks into the Wheeler basement kind of bashfully, Eddie hot on his heels. “Uh, so look who I found?” He says, doing a little Tada movement with is hands.

Eddie waves, and hears Lucas, Dustin and Mike yell loudly before he’s being enveloped in the biggest hug he’s had in months. He laughs, and lets them hug him, and over their heads he makes eye contact with Steve, who smiles fondly at him.

Eddie can’t help but think maybe apocalypses aren’t so bad after all.)

[raeyapper]

stranger thing season 4. Vol one and two spoilers bellow. You have been warned.

Let's ignore all the queer bating Eddie dying bullshit for a moment and focus on a whole new bullshit that not enough people are addressing. Jason's Bitch ass. I will give you reasons to hate Jason numbered.

He is a asshole. Even before Chrissy. He and his friends (who are minors) drink alcohol at Benny's THEY DISRESPECT BENNY. He also bullied Eddie before he wanted to murder him. He also used the mall fire and all the deaths in Hawkins as motivation for a basketball game. Jason buddy not everything revolves around your bitch ass pathetic life!!

He is batshit crazy. He hears Chrissy his girlfriend who based on the first ep doesn't talk to him much. Refuses to believe she would buy drugs but she clearly was. And doesn't even think for a moment (oh Eddie lives with his uncle so his uncle is also a suspect) nope. Oh she died in the freaks trailer. EDDIE WORKS FOR THE DEVILE LETS KILL HIM

He literally sees his friend die the same way as Chrissy and says "omg the freak did it again and I am going to not mention that he also seemed freaked out lets all kill him" he also manipulates a whole entire town into thinking that Eddie and Hellfire work for Satan. I have to give him props for his charisma.

He takes things way to far. Pointing a gun at Lucas, buying weapons, literally planing a murder, getting his men to tackle a fuck 10 year old. He is fucking unhinged lets be real.

He got a grown ass adult to tack a fuck 10 yo. Let me repeat for the people in the back, HE GOT A GROWN ASS ADULT TO TACKLE A FUCK TEN YEAR OLD!! That is assult and that is also very fuck bad.

He pointed a gun at Lucas. He could see he was worried for Max but he refuses to believe that he is wrong because HE'S A FUCKING BITCH BABY!!!

He steps on the walkman. I will repeat for those poor folk in the back HE STEPS ON AND BREAKS THE WALKMAN!!! If he didn't break the walkman Max wouldn't be in the condition she is in. IF JASON WASN'T BORN THEN MAX WOULD BE HAPPY HEALTHY AND ON A DATE WITH LUCAS. He is the reason Max got hurt. Not Lucas. Not Eddie. Not Hellfire. Jason.

Even if he didn't break the walkman he still fucking choked lucas almost to death. And when Max rose up he would have not let Lucas get the walkman and Max would be dead.

One reason we like Jason:

THE BITCH BABY IS DEAD YAY!!!!!!!

We need to talk about this fucker more. Chat me up and I will write paragraphs about this bitch I will make a google slide presentation on this fucker and I will read any essay you chat me up on this mother fucker.

Message me if you wanna talk shit on Jason