#eddie tbt.

[0ctobres]

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❛ you're cute when you're all pouty , ❜ eddie smirks , rubs pad of their thumb along suzie's pink , protruded lip .

[metalsiren-a]

❛  you  want  your  hands  on  my  neck,  keep   𝘀𝘂𝗳𝗳𝗼𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴  my  breath ! ❜  

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[hellcheeranniversaryweek]

Save the dates, Hellcheer Nation - you won't believe what we have planned for you...

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[ofcelestialstories]

@ivycovestarters

.｡.:*☆ “Yeah?” It was only now that Eddie noticed someone standing behind him in the gym. He had been all caught up in his training, all his attention on the punching bag he was torturing. It was what he often did when his mind was swirling. And it was swirling a lot actually since his memories had returned.

“Have you been talking to me?" He decided to stop for a moment, pulling off one of his gloves to reach for his water bottle on the side. In the same movement finally facing the person standing behind him as he did. "Or are you only waiting for me to be done?”

[addictedtoeddie]

Eddie and Flashy (the photographer’s dog) by Greg Williams (2014).

[havvkinsqueen]

*/ @hawkinshellraiser said;

[ hurt ] for your muse to find mine injured

☁︎｡⋆｡ She didn’t mean to stumble upon him, but she was really glad she did. Chrissy gasped seeing the gash over his eye in his eyebrow- Part of her curious as to how he received the injury. But, as head wounds tended to do, it looked rough because of the blood. Hissing she took a tentative step towards him, arm reaching out. “Eddie… What can I do to help?” The blonde had been avoiding looking him in the eye up until this point. Quickly and quietly she gaged his mood to see how he was doing.

[crownmoto]

[haelestorm]

@m0bhit 𝘓𝘐𝘒𝘌𝘋 𝘍𝘖𝘙 𝘈 𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘙𝘛𝘌𝘙 - 𝘍𝘖𝘙 𝘌𝘋𝘋𝘐𝘌 𝘗𝘙𝘐𝘊𝘌

–  𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛  𝗦𝗛𝗘  𝗜𝗦  𝗦𝗟𝗢𝗪𝗟𝗬  𝗕𝗨𝗧  𝗦𝗨𝗥𝗘𝗟𝗬  𝗔𝗗𝗝𝗨𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚  to  life  in  the  enormous  estate  under  the  mob's  protection  ,  it  is  still  entirely  surreal  each  time  she  feels  the  sweet  caress  of  eddie's  lips  brushing  hers  the  moment  he  gets  back  from  the  club  .  small  ,  toned  arms  find  purchase  wrapped  tight  around  his  torso  ,  the  pressure  of  her  embrace  easing  only  marginally  as  they  finally  break  for  necessary  oxygen  .

❝  thanks  for  coming  home  in  one  piece  ,  ❞  the  wolf  murmurs  ,  an  expression  of  genuine  contentment  painting  her  features  .  the  relationship  that  has  sparked  between  the  pair  provides  -  for  the  first  time  in  as  long  as  riley  can  remember  -  a  sense  of  peace  and  security  that  is  only  reinforced  each  time  the  mob  boss  looks  her  way  .  ❝  i  ordered  us some  food  ;  driver  should  be  pulling  up  to  the  gate  any  minute  now  .  ❞

[hellmartyr]

i need to atone for my recent history . — @antithesederzeit / holy war

𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐀 to produce an asshole gaping enough to rattle the harrington regime. it’d been one hell of a shake-up, the white collar king deposed by a blue collar hellion. it was enough to put the fear in much of the high school’s populace, but from eddie’s vantage point billy hargrove’s true nature couldn’t be more obvious. birds of a feather don’t always flock together, but they sure as hell recognize their kin. and eddie munson could see it, clear as day, all the way down in the seedy mud of his social trenches.

      hargrove would’ve loved to convince the hawkins-bred that he was a power fantasy adonis. the rightful heir to every chick. while that facade meant something to some, it read pitiful chest thumping to eddie. nothing without sad, self-loathing purpose in every blowhard, big bad wolfism. he was overcompensating himself into a monster, to protect himself from what lurked at home. which is why little billy beseeching with curved humility between his legs tickled eddie’s family history.

      a wily smile chided his he-manic counterpart for his inability to tell the difference between himself and one wild, little sister. maybe hargrove witnessing their respective middle fingers more than their actual faces was to blame for the mistake in identity.

      passively perched on the patchy red paint on the curb, eddie rapped his fingers in succession against a half-hollowed coke can. the sweet brown sucrose inside sloshed, stickily harmonizing with the metallic echo.

      ❝ i get the striking resemblance, but last i checked i wasn’t your sister. ❞ citric acid and caramel fizzled as the musician took a sip, smacked his lips, and set the can aside. ❝ i’m not the one you need to atone to. ❞

[hellxfireclub-archived]

                              EDDIE   FINDS   IT   UTTERLY   MYSTIFYING   that   despite   the   fact   he's   dead,   (is   he   dead?   his   heart   is   still   beating   somehow   so   he   isn't   sure)   that   a   bundle   of   nerves   has   knotted   itself   in   his   stomach.   The   first   time   he   bit   Billy   was   a   shock   to   both   of   them   while   still   in   the   Upside   Down.   He   hadn't   any   idea   why   he'd   done   so   despite   the   fact   blood   affected   him   differently   than   it   used   to.   Now   he   craved   it   like   a   madman.   Eventually   he   began   to   figure   it   out;   Eddie's   read   and   watched   enough   science   fiction   stories.   Months   ago   he   would   have   thought   he   was   crazy   and   that   such   things   didn't   exist,   then   Henry   Creel   happened   and   his   perception   of   reality   had   been   irrevocably   warped.   So   now   he   was   a   vampire   with   absolutely   no   understanding   as   to   how   or   why.   He'd   been   bitten   by   the   demobats,   that   he   knew   was   true.   He   had   somehow   survived   the   attack   and   found   Billy   in   the   eldritch   horror   of   alternate   Hawkins.   Now   he's   desperately   hungry   for   the   blood   of   humans   to   the   point   it's   driving   him   insane.   

Which   brings   about   a   moral   conundrum   because   he   doesn't   want   to   kill   or   hurt   people.   Dustin   and   the   gang   know   about   his   new   affliction,   and   they've   tried   to   help   him   out   the   best   they   can   by   stealing   donated   bags   of   blood   from   the   hospital.   It   helps   but   leaves   a   gaping   hole   of   dissatisfaction   in   the   pit   of   his   stomach.   If   he   isn't   able   to   acquire   blood   from   a   living,   breathing   person   he's   going   to   become   a   danger   to   those   around   him.   He's   also   read   and   seen   enough   science   fiction   to   know   the   more   he   denies   his   carnal   nature   the   closer   he   comes   to   a   precipice   he   can't   come   back   from.   So   he   needs   a   willing   donor,   and   Billy   Hargrove   is   his   first   thought.   As   much   as   he   doesn't   want   to   admit   it,   Billy's   blood   was   like   fire   in   his   veins.   He   can   recall   the   taste   of   it   and   how   difficult   it   had   been   to   stop   from   draining   him.   Eddie   only   hopes   he   still   has   a   tight   grip   on   his   self-control   this   time.   

He   stands   before   @kardiaerasti​'s   apartment   door   for   several   moments   before   he   actually   knocks.   Hunger   is   laced   with   excitement   as   it   roils   through   his   belly   while   he   waits.   For   a   moment   he   thinks   Billy   isn't   going   to   answer   the   door,   that   he's   changed   his   mind,   and   Eddie   feels   anxiety   clutch   him.   It   doesn't   dissipate   until   the   door   is   opened   and   the   auburn-haired   male   stands   before   him,   looking   painfully   attractive   and   he   knows   this   is   probably   a   terrible   idea.   ❝   Hey,   ❞   he   says   lamely.   ❝   I'm   on   time.   ❞   Jesus   Christ   he's   so   fucking   awkward.   Weren't   vampires   supposed   to   be   kind   of   sexy   or   something?   Maybe   he's   confusing   that   with   another   supernatural   creature.   He   has   no   fucking   idea.   

Eddie   holds   his   breath   until   he's   invited   in,   aware   that   it's   some   unspoken   rule   of   vampirism   that   he   cannot   enter   someone's   dwelling   without   their   invitation.   Crossing   the   threshold   of   the   apartment   feels   like   falling   into   a   rabbit   hole   but   he's   here   and   he   needs   this.   He   can't   turn   back   now.   The   metalhead   slides   his   hands   into   his   pockets   so   the   other   man   can't   see   them   shaking.   He   isn't   sure   if   it's   from   nerves   or   hunger.   ❝   You're   shirtless,   ❞   he   says   with   a   faint   smirk.   ❝   Seems   presumptuous   of   you.   ❞

[bespokeredmayne]

Celebration

Eddie Redmayne at the launch of interior+fabric designer friend Flora Soames’ line. Thanks to Instagram/ @sampellyphotography for this charming Throwback Thursday image.

Repost @sampellyphotography: “Eddie Redmayne. Love this man ✨ reduced me to tears & gasps in his recent Cabaret performance ✨ Flora Soames fabric launch. Copyright Sam Pelly photography #eddieredmayne #florasoamesfabrics #interiorsphotographer #celebrityphotographer #portraitphotographer @sampellyphotography”

[ofcelestialstories]

@ivypapercutsxo || Eddie & Buck

.｡.:*☆ "So, Chris is at his sleepover, which means we have the house all to ourselves." While his son had accepted his relationship with Buck, Eddie still didn't wanted to overwhelm him. Which meant, date nights were usually happening when Chris could visit one of his friends.

"Food is almost ready. I also got us snacks and some beer, and picked out a few movies. You will have the final choice on them, though," He grinned at Buck, pointing at a small stack of DVDs on the table in front of the couch in the living room.

[storiesofthenight]

@ebbiemunson​​ gets a starter.

Sometimes Eddie thought that nothing in his life could get weirder than it already had. The Upside Down and the monsters that came with it had left an impression on him that was going to last forever. If not by the memories and nightmares, then the very vivid scars against his skin would never let him forget. And yet, Eddie couldn’t have been more wrong. Weird was apparently going to be part of his life from now on. 

He’d been minding his own business, tuning his new guitar as he’d been pondering if he should write a song about the whole Upside Down business, when he’d been caught of guard by a sudden ... was that an earthquake??? He’d frowned and gotten up, almost running as he headed towards the nearest safe zone when he’d fallen and hit his head. 

Hours must’ve passed until he woke, for when he groggily opened his eyes, he found himself in darkness. Hadn’t it been day when he’d fallen? Quite frankly, Eddie wasn’t all too sure about it, though ... he really did think that he’d been sitting in the sunlight coming through a window. 

The second thing that made him frown was the familiar ceiling above him. If he hadn’t been painfully aware of how the trailer he’d grown up in had been destroyed, he would’ve wondered for a moment if he was home again. But that wasn’t possible right? And yet, ... looking around he felt a bit like he was in a dream because it wasn’t just the ceiling. The entire room, ... every little thing, felt familiar. 

Taking a deep breath, Eddie groaned as he sat up slowly, rubbing his head. “What the hell is this?” He muttered to himself, thinking that perhaps he was hallucinating or something. He had hit his head right? 

[banisheddie-moved]

the bats didn’t kill eddie. vecna, the upside down kept him alive, preserved him until he woke again as something new & inhuman, something right out of his fantasy books. his body has been renewed, stronger & faster than it was with fangs, claws, able to transform into a horrible , winged thing ; it mangles his spine & gnarls his bones. it’s involuntary, a switch vecna’s hidden in a body that’s no longer his own, but a puppet. a spy. plagued by vecna’s voice & thirsting for blood. eddie’s old self still lingers, but he doesn’t trust it.

[trashm0uth]

it is not a new years kiss, it is a new years lick his face.

" dude ! " immediate response , hand comes up to press into eddie's face and shove him away . a beat , & then richie's stepping into his space to press his cheek into eddie's shoulder , wiping the saliva onto the fabric . " take your gross ass fucking saliva back . pretty sure you just fucking cursed me for the year . " and if he's only pissed because he didn't get the fucking jump on eddie , no he's not .

[crimefightrmoved]

man im so tired so I'm just in bed but broose in the cave just trying to rank the Rouge gallery's looks into attractive or unattractive (costume wise)