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「 jealousy, jealously 」
eddie munson x henderson!fem reader
summary: you were a part of hellfire long before your brother and his friends got to high school, yet they fit right into the club while you get pushed aside. 
requested: no
word count: 6.4k
warnings: light angst, jealousy, brief arguing/raised voices, lots of fluff, kissing, fake gagging, few curse words
a/n: i apparently can’t write short fics for eddie, but i don’t think anyone is complaining about it. plus, i think the fics are freaking adorable & i’m highkey kinda proud of them. so i hope you continue enjoying them, as i’ve got plenty of ideas for him with more coming daily. if you’ve got an idea you’d like done (for eddie or any other st character) feel free to send it my way & i’ll give it a go. also, i couldn’t think of a better title than this, but the actual fic has no purposeful inpsiration from the olivia rodrigo song. i hope you enjoy it regardless! Xx
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You groan as you see your brother and his friends make their way through the cafeteria towards you. Knowing it was their first day of high school, you had no doubt they’d try to sit with you. It’s not that you don’t want them to, but you’re terrified that they’ll embarrass you in front of your long-standing crush and dungeon master.
It had been a few months into your freshman year of high school when the small group of friends you’d found yourself in started ranting about how weird and creepy the Hellfire club - and their leader, Eddie Munson - was. You didn’t quite hold the same opinions, though, since you’d been playing the game for a few years by then. In fact, you had only recently given it up when the friend you played with moved towns.
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Okay, so on a rewatch of all three seasons of The Umbrella Academy, it occured to me that Allison's villain arc was actually foreshadowed from season 1.
The whole Luther scene in s3 wasn't her first time rumouring someone to do something with her they didn't want to. Anyone else remember the fact that she rumoured Patrick to love her???
And let's not forget that in s2, she kept rumouring the a*****e behind the counter to keep pouring coffee until his hand was blistered and burned and only stopped when Ray snapped her out of it?
She's always had a villainous tendency but I think the loss of Ray and Claire has just pushed her over into not being able to control those urges.
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Did I spend my morning crying? Yes. Did I spend my morning crying because I got an offer to publish my book but I can't afford the contribution fee? Also yes. Today sucks 😭
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Okay, but why is no one talking about Diego CRYING after the footloose scene??!??!
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Five on a motorbike wearing a suit is something I didn't know I needed to see 🤷🏻‍♀️😂
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You Are The Reason- F. Hargreeves
*WARNING: TUA S3 spoilers ahead*
Requested: No
Summary: Five found you in the apocalypse. At first, he thought you might just be a mirage, he's sanity having already snapped (even if he was just mere hours into it.) As the years passed, you found it incredibly easy to fall in love with Five and him with you. Five years into the apocalypse, and you get married. Now, back in the year 2019, with you and Five back in your 18 year old bodies, you decide to tie the knot properly.
Warning: fluff.
Song: You are the Reason by Calum Scott and Leona Lewis.
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You fiddled with the fabric that was elegantly draped over your figure. Your stomach fluttered with nerves as the elevator in Hotel Obsidian slowly moved to the lower floor. After Luther and Sloane's wedding, both you and Five had gotten so drunk, you almost didn't believe him when he proposed that you get married again for real. So, imagine your surprise when he announced the ceremony to his family this morning, instantly jumping to the reception right afterwards to make sure they could have everything set up once more.
Your finger felt bare without the ring that had graced it for the past forty years, exactly to the day. You sighed to yourself, clenching your hand into a fist as you gratefully thanked Five in your head for refusing any sort of pre-wedding celebrations. As the elevator sank lower, your stomach fluttered more anxiously.
Getting married five years into the apocalypse meant that the only sort of wedding you two had, was saying your vows to one another in the ruins of an old church. After you joined the commission? Well, the handler done everything in her power to keep you and Five separated on missions, her little crush on him obvious.
You shook your head to rid yourself of the negative thoughts as the elevator dinged open, spreading it's doors wide to reveal the decorated reception once more. It was empty, the thrum of noise coming from the ball room assured you that everyone was there, waiting on your arrival. Allison was waiting for you outside. You had asked her to be your maid of honour, seeing as she always accepted you from day one.
She smiled at you as she approached, silently lending you her support as she grabbed your hand, entwining your fingers. You stood still for a second, feeling queasy, before taking a deep breath and walking to the ballroom, the doors thrown open to reveal the beautifully decorated room. Although everything else seemed to fade from your sight as your eyes locked on your gorgeous husband at the end of the aisle. His jaw had dropped open slightly as he gazed at you, causing a subtle blush to coat your cheeks.
Viktor stood at the middle of the altar, ready to officiate the wedding, while Klaus stood beside Five, his hands clasped dramatically over his mouth as he squealed slightly, jumping up and down on the spot as he noticed you. But none of the mattered as you gazed at Five.
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The ceremony passed in a blur, your only clear recollection being Five's beautiful green eyes, softened with adoration, as they stayed locked on you throughout and his lips pressing to yours in a burning kiss as you were pronounced married. The ring sat snuggly on your finger once more, back where it belonged. The meal passed in an even quicker blur, a mix of sounds, colors and flavours, and then it was time for the first dance.
You had picked the song, having heard it on one of your missions to 2018, and you had always associated Five with it. As the soft music began to play, he grabbed you by the waist, your hands entwining as your free hand rested on his shoulder.
There goes my heart beating....
Your heads leaned towards one another, his gaze on you soft as you danced, the world around you disappearing as you held him closer, resting your head on his suited chest.
And you are the reason,
That I'm still breathing,
I'm hopeless now.
There goes my hands shaking,
And you are the reason,
That I'm still breathing,
I need you now.
I'll climb ever mountain,
Swim every ocean.
Just to be with you,
And fix what I've broken.
Oh, cause I need you to see,
That you are the reason.
He dropped his lips to yours, this kiss just as intense as the first one you had shared all those many years ago. He pulled back, resting his forehead on yours as you continued to dance to the song.
" I love you." You whispered, feeling it would be wrong to talk loudly in such an intimate atmosphere.
"I love you too. You're my world, my reason." He mumbled back.
And you pressed your lips back to his.
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I Think I'm In Love- H. Potter
Requested: No
Summary: Hunting horocruxes with Hermione, your brother and the boy you had been crushing on since the day you met was NOT fun. After your brother left, the already depressing atmosphere took an even sadder air. One night, after dancing with Hermione and Harry, you were sat outside the tent, thinking. It was then you came to a very sudden realisation.....
Warnings: fluff.
Song: I think I'm in Love- Kat Dahlia.
*Note: the trio are all aged up to 18 here.*
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The air felt cool on your warm cheeks, the flush still staining your cheeks red as the dance you had just finished with Harry replayed in your head. You could the soft music and Hermione's laugh drifting from the tent, a soft smile curving your mouth as you heard the happy sounds. Hermione had been so upset and down since Ron left, your brother oblivious to the girl's obvious crush on him, so hearing her laugh for the first time since then made your heart warm and your fondness for the green eyed boy grow even deeper.
The snow fell softly around you and you shivered, pulling your blanket up to your chin, savouring the heat the movement had granted. You were too absorbed in your own thoughts to hear the soft footfalls in the snow as they approached you. You jumped as you felt a soft hand fall on the small of your back, the shocks tingling up your spine an instant clue as to who it was.
You turned to face Harry, a soft content smile gracing your features as you locked eyes with his beautiful green ones. Your heart had begun racing wildly, the flush still present on your cheeks deepening in color just slightly.
'Why is my heart racing?' You couldn't help but think, confused at the sudden change in reaction towards your best friend. Out of everyone, you were closer to Harry, both of you able to understand each other better than anyone else ever could. Your heart raced faster as he smiled gently back at you before turning his gaze to the snow covered forest before you.
"What are you doing out here?" He asked, his breath turning to fog before him as he spoke.
"Just thinking." You hummed softly, your head falling against the side of the tent as you followed his gaze, admiring the beauty of the scenery around you. The black haired boy glanced at you from the corner of his eye, his gaze tracking the flush on your cheeks.
"You okay? You kinda just ran out of the tent after our dance." His voice was soft, afraid of your response. You see, the boy had been crushing on you for longer than he ever thought it was possible to at this age, and that dance meant more to him than you would ever know.
"I'm okay. I just-I just needed some air." Your voice matched him in softness, the confession burning on your tongue as you bit it back, suddenly shy as it ran the thought ran through your head.
"I wanted you to kiss me." You mumbled as your gaze returned to the forest, unaware that you had said it out loud. You missed the widened emerald eyes, and the flush that blossomed up his neck to his cheeks and up further still to the tips of his ears. He turned to face you, his lips parted in shock as he stared, unblinking, at your profile.
You jumped once more, startled as Harry's hands reached towards your face, turning it so you were staring at him. Your eyes locked once more, your lungs forgetting how to breath as his head dropped towards yours, his lips capturing your own on a soft kiss. Forgetting your shock, you leaned forward, your arms reaching up to tangle your fingers through his raven hair as the kiss deepened, portraying the only thought you were both thinking at that moment soundlessly.
I love you...
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Requests are now open!!!!!
Fandoms:
- Sherlock
-Harry Potter
-Percy Jackson
-Hunger Games
-Divergent
-The Umbrella Academy
-Stranger Things
-Shadow Hunters
-13 Reasons Why
-Now You See Me
-Marvel Avengers
-Twilight
-Teen Wolf
-Big Hero 6
-Rise of the Guardians
-Criminal Minds
-Death Note
*Note: all underaged characters will be aged in my imagines.*
*Also note: I will not be accepting any smut requests at this time."
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Into You- F. Hargreeves
Requested- No
*NOTE: FIVE HAS BEEN AGED UP FOR THE PURPOSE OF THIS IMAGINE. HE AGED BACK TO 22!*
Summary- You've always been deemed the number one assassin in the Commission. Well, until Five showed up. Quickly finding common ground, you seem to be the only one Five is actually comfortable around, and you him. But the teasing and flirting just isn't cutting it anymore.....
Warnings- swearing (it is Five after all, sexual references, alcohol consumption.
Song- Into you by Ariana Grande.
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I'm so into you, I can barely breathe.
The loud music of the bar surrounded you, the beat pulsing it's way up your spine. Your drink sat in front of you, untouched, the cold glass of a sweet unknown cocktail sweating. The alcohol from your previous drinks flowed through your veins, making the world hazy and the filter you usually use when talking non-existent. Five sat across from you, he's long legs stretched out before him, the alcohol completely relaxing the usually tense man. You stared, breath catching in your throat as his dark brown, almost black hair fell across his shut eyes, the kids concealing the beautiful green you always got lost in.
And all I want to do, is to fall in deep....
You wished desperately that he would open those eyes. You could picture his usual stare in your mind, the walls in the green depths that prevented anyone from reading him too well. Yet somehow, everytime you made eye contact with the gorgeous man before you, you always lost your train of thought. Those green eyes flickered open as you stared at him, a lazy smiling flickering across his face a he locked eyes with yours.
But close ain't close enough, til we cross that line....
You scooted your chair closer to him, your legs brushing against his underneath the table in one slow, delicate move. The man straightened in his seat, his eyes widened in surprise, a small, almost unnoticeable blush starting to creep up the sculpted cheekbones that shaped his face. The song overhead changed, and your drunken mind lit up with a bright idea.
So name a game to play, and I'll roll the dice....
You grabbed Five by the hand, stumbling slightly as you stood. Admittedly, you were acting drunker than you actually were, an escape plan in case of rejection. Five stared up at you as you walked to his side of the table, a mischievous smile lighting up your eyes.
"What are you doing?"
He questioned, the slight shake in his voice betraying the calm and collected facade he usually wore. You laughed, the bright and happy sound audible even above the loud music.
"We are going to dance!"
You refused to take no for an answer, knowing full well how much Five loved to dance (even if he would refuse to admit it and then kill you for saying it.) The man sighed in defeat, unable to bite back the genuine smile that graced his lips as he was pulled onto the dance floor. Your eyes met his as you both began to dance, the music loosening up your wired bodies further.
Oh, baby, look what you started,
The temperature's rising in here,
Is this gonna happen?
Been waiting and waiting for you,
To make a move, before I make a move.....
The temperature on the dance rose as you danced, the many layers of your work clothes intensifying the heat. You began to strip the top layers of your clothes; your blazer, followed by your tie and shirt, unaware of the piercing green eyes watching you strip to just your camisole and skirt. Five's hand reached to his throat and loosened his own tie, the garment suddenly feeling restrictive. His eyes travelled back to your face, a harsh pink rapidly washing up his neck, over his cheeks to his ears as he met your knowing eyes. You gulped as you moved slightly closer to him, elation filling your veins and clearing your head at the fact that he had, in fact, been checking you out.
You slowly reached out to grab his hand, surprised as he grasped your hand in his, his fingers lacing with yours. Shocks ran up arm from the contact, your lungs suddenly losing the ability to breath as he pulled you in towards him, holding you gently to the front of his body. You gazed up at him, unable to stop yourself from looking at his lips as your heart pounded in your chest.
His own eyes flickered to your lips, staying locked on them as you danced. Irritation burned through you as his gaze never faltered, yet he failed to make a move. So, you took the situation into your own hands, capturing his lips in a soft, gentle kiss in one swift movement.
Five didn't hesitate to return the kiss, both his hands falling to your hips as his lips pushed against yours in a bruising kiss.
So baby, come light me up,
And maybe I'll let you on it,
A little bit dangerous,
But baby, that's how I want it,
A little less conversation,
And a little more touch my body,
'Cause I'm so into you,
Into you,
Into you.
And the rest was history.....
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To any suicidal followers I may have: This is a sign to not kill yourself. You are loved and the world is special because you are in it. Keep holding on.
Reblog this when it’s on your dash. You will save someone’s life.
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