#helltothefire

[godstrayed]

"Explain it to me because it's never made sense to me," He says as he peers at the other with a mix of emotions crossing his face, "Why would Chrissy have come to you? As much as I thought about it, it never really made any sense why she'd reach out to you when I would have done anything to help her." / @helltothefire

[scarednotscarymoved]

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☾⋆ ‒‒‒‒‒ There is the briefest of moments in which she almost believes him, and who can blame her with how serious he looks and sounds? Yet, the moment the façade of his drops, she's gasping with delight, followed by a long, drawn out exclamation of his name. ❝ Eddiiieeee!!! Oh my gosh! You really had me going for a moment there, gosh! I thought my heart was going to burst out of my chest! ❞

[paranormaljunction]

@helltothefire asked: Edgar!

"Soldier!" Edgar responded to the youth. The middle-aged hunter returned from being out of town for over a month, having gone no contact with everyone. Tired, hungry, but alive, Edgar had to admit it was good to see a familiar face, especially one who had a lot of promise, like one Eddie Munson.

"What's going on?" Edgar asked as he made his approach. "Everything okay around here?"

[entangledmuses]

@helltothefire​ asked:  “I will never, ever let anything bad happen to you ever again.”- Chrissy

Chrissy lift her eyes as she heard his words, they sunk in deep, and she could see the honesty in his eyes. A small smile graced her lips as she looked at him.

“I know you won’t Eddie.” She breathed, her hand lifting up to capture the ends of a strand of curls between her forefinger and thumb. “And I want you to know, that I never want anything bad to happen to you either.” She breathed.

Her attraction to the male was growing more and more, and she just wished she had the guts to admit it. The way he could make her smile, make her laugh. “I enjoy being with you.” She said, a little awkwardly. But it was the truth. She did enjoy it, she enjoyed every second she spent with him.

[rebelliousfamily]

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"You really think that?"

[hwknsking]

@helltothefire​ asked: ❓❓ [X]

Steve had absolutely no idea where he was. Or ... even ... who he was or how he’d gotten where he was. He was sitting on a bench, trying to figure things out as he looked around in a hope that something, anything at all, looked familiar. But the people that walked by didn’t ring a bell, and neither did the buildings. With a soft sigh, he closed his eyes and ran his hands over his face, through his hair, almost as if it was going to clear his mind. 

[havvkinsroyalty]

@helltothefire​ asked: [ discovered ]  receiver wakes up in the morning to find sender asleep on their couch because sender was watching over them.

     Nights alone were the hardest. Being alone left her with too much time to think, to many chances to pick apart her appearance, her self worth, or other things that Chrissy shouldn’t have been worrying about. Maybe that had been why she’d called him, asked him to come over, despite knowing that, had they been home, her parents would have lost their minds. Even Jason would be furious if he knew Chrissy had sought comfort in Eddie rather than him. That was the problem, though. Jason wasn’t good at comfort. He never had been. Not like Eddie, who seemed to be able to lighten the mood just by being himself.           She didn’t remember falling asleep and expected Eddie to be gone as she pulled herself out of bed and headed down the stairs. He wasn’t, though. He was there, on the Cunningham couch, settled under the old quilt her grandmother had made that her mom kept draped over the back of the couch. She offered a quiet laugh before padding across the carpet to settle on the edge of the couch and raising a gentle hand to his shoulder.      “Eddie? Eddie, it’s time to wake up...”

[zoomingupthathill-moved]

helltothefire asked:

❝ all right, ditch the weed. i’m cool. ❞

     Max pulled back one side of the headphones she was wearing. Looking up at him from her position on the floor. The music wasn’t playing too loud, but maybe it was louder than she thought. “Ditch the weed? Do I look like i’ve hotboxed the room?” She asked, a little more snarky than she meant to. Her eyebrow arched slightly, as she tried to understand. Was he trying to sell her weed, or was he asking her to do something a little more extreme. “Eddie, anyone who knows you should know how cool you are-- but I am not doing drugs. We can do something else that you think is cool.. Something I might also enjoy.” 

She wasn’t judging him, it just wasn’t her thing. Skateboarding and sarcasm were her things.