edhellfire

[edhellfire]

I need $118 to tell my racist boss to go suck a dick.

#ooc: eddie's mun

[edhellfire]

@behindtheireyes

This was so very unlike Harley that Eddie was a little bit concerned. He knew this side of her. He'd seen her this soft before. It was just rare with him, and even more rare in public. His brain couldn't process that this was her going through the emotions of him no longer living across the dirt grounds of the trailer park but two hours away. The dots didn't connect.

He flat out interrupted whatever Steve was saying, turning his head so he could look at Harley whose face was all but hidden in his neck. "You okay?" He had to ask. "How much have you had to drink?" This going away party was at Steve's house so one of them was going to have to drive back to the trailer park and if Harley was drunk it sure as fuck wasn't going to be her. No way was Eddie dying. He had a kid to go home to!

"Did you take anything?" Alcohol and drugs was where his mind went, nothing to do with Harley personally but his own life experiences. Had he been in her situation, he would have turned to drugs and alcohol.

Harley rolled her eyes at Steve before shooting him an offended look because of course Eddie was going to make it, hell if anyone of them actually stood a chance making it in the real world her money was on Eddie.

And Nancy because once that girl set her mind to something she was down right terrifying. Harley would rather face Vecna or the bats again if she had to choose between that or Nancy Wheeler when she was focused on something. "Eddie will make it, I know he will, if not for himself he'll do it for Halen." Of that she was a hundred percent sure because he was an amazing dad who would do anything for his little girl.

Tucking her head into Eddie's neck Harley's started tracing a long some of his tattoos on the arm around her waist with her fingertips. Listening to Eddie and Steve continue to talk she started zoning out a little moving her fingers from his arm to his chest drawing small shapes over his heart. Closing her eyes she took a small breath just enjoying the warmth coming from his skin and that scent that was just so uniquely Eddie.

#behindtheireyes

[edhellfire]

@chrissyfied

Eddie had never been to one of these bridal shops before and he didn't know shit about wedding dresses. Therefore, he had no idea just how long it took to put on a single wedding dress. Patience was not one of Eddie's virtues. He sat down, stood up, walked around, grabbed the bottle of champagne and sat down with said bottle of champagne. True rockstar behavior, no needed for the fancy glass. He was told to close his eyes as Chrissy walked out and well, he tried, okay? He closed them for a full five seconds before he couldn't keep them closed anymore.

The second he opened his eyes they seemed to sparkle. Eddie could control his facial expressions pretty well but his eyes? Nope. Those big brown eyes always betrayed him. However, hearing Chrissy's reaction to it, he nodded in agreement. "Not very gremlinesque." Secretly, he kind of loved it. It wasn't what he saw Chrissy in, not what he thought she would pick. It was nothing like what the girls were wearing nowadays but it didn't feel very modern either. It was then that he figured out why he liked it, it reminded him of what princesses wore in fairytales and while Eddie was too old, and too dark for fairytales he was a sucker for dragons and knights and all that. That's what it reminded him of. A fairy princess! Because of the delicate layer on top.

The consultant interrupted, as it was her job to do so. "We can have dresses altered if there's something you like or don't like." She said as she fluffed the skirt a bit more. "We also have tea length dresses."

"We're not serving tea at the wedding." Said Eddie, having no idea what a tea length dress was. The girl giggled and shook his head. "They're just shorter. And we can make them even shorter if you'd like." She added that because a lot of rockstar brides chose to go the short and sexy route.

This was the first time Eddie gave his opinion and it came in the form of a head shake. He clearly liked the longer dresses.

"Chris?" He asked, wanting to hear her own opinion on the dress she was wearing.

Chrissy knew that she could pick the least liked dress in the shop, and Eddie would still look at her like she stepped out of a realm that only existed in books. What she did know about getting married and finding the right dress - the bride will know as soon as she tries the one made for her.

Honestly, choosing this place was making her more and more relaxed because she really didn't have to worry about leaving Eddie alone while it was time to be whisked off to get ready for what was going to be a private bridal showing and she was the model. "Be on your best behavior." Chrissy wagged her finger playfully in Eddie's direction, laughing cheerily and very much looking like a blushing bride.

"I can take this with me?" She asked the consultant about the champagne, who answered that she could, while guiding her over to the fitting room. The hair and make up team were ready to hear her ideas, while offering their own. Chrissy wanted to keep the look similar to how she looked when they reconnected in the woods. Though, she was open to being styled to match the dress that caught her eye from the choices. It took the whole village to get her in the dress, becase while the train wasn’t long, it was quite the set up. One of the consultants made her way out of the room to prepare Eddie for Chrissy, who would be stepping out.

The shoes didn’t add much height, but the dress did wonders to her petite frame. When the head consultant checked in on how she was doing, Chrissy could only nod her head, afraid she was going to mess up the make-up with the waterworks. Especially when the other consultant came back in and told Chrissy that her groom was waiting for her. She took the hand of the head consultant who helped her out of the fitting room and back to the show room.

This was the tricky part, realizing that walking down the aisle was going to require herself to keep it cool and not run to Eddie at the altar when the time arrived. Because that was exactly what she wanted to do when she walked out to him. The one thing stopping her? The dress. It felt delicate and she didn’t want to rip it. “I don’t feel very mogwai in this.” How she felt? It could be heard in her voice, thick with emotion already and it was just the first one.

@edhellfire

#chrissyfied

[edhellfire]

@mortuaest

"I've been called worse." Replied Eddie, very matter of a factly too, which made him sound even more dumb than originally presumed.

It wasn't until he heard the word dragon that he actually shifted from the position he had fallen. He was now crouched down behind the picnic table, ringed fingers gripping the edge of it as he his head slowly came into view. Only part of his head though, mostly hair, and his forehead and his big brown doe eyes. The word dragon clearly piqued his interest. Eddie liked dragons. Eddie believed in dragons. His theory was that dragons were real but went extinct like the dinosaurs. He was both curious and confused by her statement because a) dragons were extinct b) dragons didn't look like humans.

"More like a shape-shifter." He stated, still crouched behind the table. Not a dragon. Nope. It didn't fit Eddie's lore.

".....Are you dumb?"

She saw that he was the one who threw himself over the picnic table. She didn't even make a move with the arm that quickly transformed. Just to prove that she can handle herself. Plus, he was the one who spoke up, thinking that she would attack.

"Or are you that afraid of a dragon, just asking for information on rumors."

Well, cat was out of the bag it seemed. He seemed to have some experience with strange things but. At the same time he didn't have the experience of the supernatural kind of weird. Which meant that it would be a different interaction with this new information she presented.

#mortuaest

[edhellfire]

@havvkinsqueen

"Weed, makes you hungry. With pills, it's a toss up." A pause and, "…or a throw up." You really couldn't tell how people were going to react to certain medication. He'd seen all sorts of shit happen to people. Normally, he wasn't nervous about it. People knew the risks and most people that came to him for anything other than weed were experienced. He was a little nervous about Chrissy though. He wasn't sure why.

Eddie ordered their food through the drive thru window and then reached over to open the glove compartment in front of Chrissy, the drawer dropping in front of her. There was a mess of papers in there, an empty pack of cigarettes and an envelope with cash. A lot of cash. That was the cash that he had to pay back to Rick from his sales. He was close with Rick though so he could always pay him back later, and sometimes Rick even gave him a little extra because Eddie was quite the salesman.

Grabbing the envelope, he placed it on his lap and drove to the pick up window to pay and grab their food. "I think in another life I could have been a pharmacist." It was funny how he said that, if the reasoning behind it wasn't incredibly sad. Any other person at his age could still be a pharmacist but Eddie had no chance, no money and no gpa.

The drinks were placed in the cup holders but the bags of food, well Eddie was holding both bags looking around for a place for them until he settled on Chrissy. "Think you can hold these while I drive?"

---☁︎｡⋆｡ Chrissy's eyes grew wide and she shook her head slightly. "Oh, no. I'm thinking maybe more food would be, uhm, a good thing?" she clarified. "You said it made you hungry, sometimes." And, truthfully, her eating more would be a good thing. Laura would disagree, and her mother's voice in her head ate away at her. "I'm sure I'll like it." Even if she didn't, if it relieved the hallucinations- The nightmares, it would be worth it. If it made the blonde feel like she was traveling through soup, she would like it. There was a quiet between them once more before Eddie spoke to her again. Queen. She hated the title. It was alienating. "You know, you don't have to call me that. I'm just Chrissy."

--- Chrissy watched @edhellfire and giggled at the antic. It was so silly but so... Well, Eddie. The one that she was slowly getting to know at least. The goofy guy who was definitely not mean or scary. "Uh, Cheeseburger, fries, and a sprite? Please?" she tentatively ordered. Rummaging around in her backpack, the cheerleader grabbed her wallet, pulling out money to pay him with.

#havvkinsqueen

[edhellfire]

@chaos--mode

"Absolutely not." Replied Eddie, glance still cast down towards the ground and his eyes scanning every little inch of grass, twigs, dirt and leaves so he didn't miss his blunt. It was like a whole half of a blunt! A half! That was too much to leave behind. He's cursing himself mentally for rolling it on cigar paper and not cigarette paper - white would have been easier to spot in the woods. But how the fuck was he supposed to know he would have been started enough to toss it? "If you help, then I have to share and I don't want to." Clearly he really, really wanted that high because Eddie was always willing to share a blunt. It was marketing really, people liked his stuff and came back for more.

Still looking, though he was crouched down now, his hand assisting his eyes as he felt over the dry leaves. "The fuck are you doing here anyway?"

@edhellfire continued from here.

ren really doesn't know what she expected. 'cause like, yeah, no goddamned shit all that smoke was from eddie. who the hell else would it be, out in the woods, smoking a blunt so big she'd smelled it from the fucking road?

it's ren's fault for not putting two-and-two together, honestly.

she can't help but laugh at his panic, though. loud and open and just two ticks south of straight-up mean. he's likely to start a forest fire or something, tossing the still-lit thing off like he does. but is ren gonna help?

ha.

capital-n Nope. it's more fun this way.

❝ oh no shit, really? damn, i never woulda guessed. ❞ her smile's like a wolf, canines bared as she takes eddie's spot on the table while he traipses off into the brush to find his hastily-discarded blunt.

❝ need a hand, munson? ❞

she has less than zero intention to actually help, 'specially not now that she's sitting. still, it's fun to offer, 'cause then she gets to say no.

#chaosmode #m: ren

[edhellfire]

@scarredfeathers

Eddie stood there in the middle of the unpacked apartment, eyes scanning over the numerous boxes as he removed his jacket. Once the jacket was off, he was looking around for a place to put it. There was no place to put it other than, well, a box. He shrugged and tossed it on top of a box. "What are we unpacking first?" He asked, though he was already assuming it would be the kitchen. Anyone else he would have assumed the living room but not Jewel, Jewel lived in the kitchen. He could only remember a handful of times where he'd walked into her house and found her anyhere other than the kitchen. "Your bedroom's unpacked, right?" Brows furrowed. "Or are you sleeping on the floor?"

@edhellfire continued from here

As much as it had been nice to be back home after being away in France for so long, she'd managed to get a job in the city and the commute combined with the hours she was going to be working, it made more sense to get an apartment closer to work.

As for why Eddie was here, she had invited him over for cinnamon rolls, half forgetting that her place wasn't unpacked yet, as she was just excited for him to come over and see her place more than anything. As much as she'd loved her time away, she'd missed spending time with her best friend.

"I'll order you a pizza later to make up for it" Jewel said apologetically as she draped her jacket on the arm of the couch, moving over to a stack of boxes.

#scarredfeathers

[edhellfire]

@chrissyfied

"Don't do that!" That was an old school Eddie outburst in response to the Mr. Coffin kid saying he'd talk to the principal. Eddie still had issues with authority and principals gave him the heebie-jeebies. That and he was already sure that the principal didn't like the distraction that was having a rockstar in his school. It was a miracle he let him in, and Eddie had to sign in and everything like any other person. The list of school visitors now had a genuine Eddie Munson autograph.

The time went off and Eddie was the first to stand up, dusting grass and dirt off his butt with his hands before reaching do to help Chrissy up. Without thinking, he did the same damn thing, smacking her butt as he dusted off the dirt and grass. He thought nothing of it but it got giggles from a few of the kids.

"I'm gonna head straight to your place. I need a shower." It had been a long flight. "And a nap." Because he wanted to be well rested for long, overdue, Eddissy time (and all that that included). They'd had some instances where Eddie was just too damn exhausted to do anything night one. Literally falling asleep after dinner, sometimes mid-conversation or mid-tv show. Not this time.

"Good luck with the gremlins."

As soon as Chrissy and the students around them heard Eddie's response, they chimed in with equal answers, and for Chrissy? She couldn't ask for anything better. Having the love of her life with her, and the children who made the job as an educator to be quite the dream, well... time couldn't measure up to the memories they all made that would hopefully last a lifetime.

"Stay put, moon!", "Yeah!", "Can we have a sleepover?", "Noooo!", "It's almost morning again.", "Nuh uh!", "Look over there! That's the morning, isn't it, Miss Cunningham?"

It did look as though the sun were trying to rise again from the light beyond yonder, as totality would end in about two minutes. "Yes, it certainly does." The student looked pleased to have their teacher agree, before they ran off to join their friends who were still rooting for the moon.

"Do you really have to go?" Asked the student who nicknamed Eddie, Mr. Coffin. "Hold on... Miss Cunningham? Can I ask the principal if he can stay? Pleeeease."

Some of the students gathered around, smiling and looking hopeful at Eddie, clearly trying to get him to adhere to stay with them. All the while, soaking up the last minutes of darkness. "He doesn't have a key!" One student saw that as a yes, while another. "You go inside Miss Cunningham's house?" Yeah, Chrissy even remembered finding the lives outside of school for teachers really strange when she was their age, too. Espscially when they would bump into each other at the grocery store.

“I know, we’re not looking forward to Mr. Munson leaving us, either. Unfortunately, he traveled a long way to be with all of us, so let’s all sit and gather around to enjoy the last minute of the eclipse.” Once the students did what they were told, some looking a little distraught as they did. “And, you, mister.” Chrissy addressed Eddie. “You’re just asking for anyone to invade if you keep losing keys.” All said with a smile, clearly joking as the kids with the timer announced the final seconds until the glasses needed to go back on.

@edhellfire

#chrissyfied

[edhellfire]

@popularmxnster

"I'll take fuckable." Eddie said that very proudly, without even thinking twice about it. It was only after he said it that he thought twice about it. Eddie and overthinking was rarely a good thing. "Hold on." He turned his head towards Billy, now very very focused on this conversaion. "What does that mean?" There was a genuine confusion all over his facial expression because he was overanalyzing the statement. "Who does the fucking when you call someone fuckable?" It was ridiculous. Every bit of it. Change the genders and it could go either way. Eddie could say a girl was fuckable and there wouldn't be this mental chaos behind it. If a girl said Eddie was fuckable, same thing, no mental chaos. A guy saying it? Did that mean the guy would be fucking Eddie or Eddie would be fucking the guy. Cause the equipment was different.

Mental fucking gymnastics with one single statement. The crisis was far from over, if anything, it was escalating quickly and soon enough Billy would be able to see smoke coming out of Eddie's ears. Conversations surrounding sexuality didn't bother him or make him uncomfortable. Generally they just made him very confused because he had a small circle, in a small town, and not enough world experience to understand, well, anything.

"I have a headache."

"Yes, Pretty. You have nice features and hair. Its a compliment but if you would rather me say you look fuckable, i can give you that." Billy retorted as he smoked, hiding a smirk from the amusement. Eddie was proving fun to play with and that got Billys attention. "Im pretty. Nothing wrong with that. Could even be beneficial for you if you believed it."

"You might not be gay but a compliment is a compliment regardless." Billy reminded, flicking the ash off the end of his cigarette. His dark brown eyes studying the other male in front of him, like he was reading something no one else could see.

" Anyways, if you're done having your little crisis over there..." He brought his gaze up to meet Eddie's. Something about him reminded Billy of Stu and that was almost comforting.

#popularmxnster

[edhellfire]

I've had my cat (Aria) for a little over a year. I adopted her when she was about 3 months old (hard to know when she was born since she was a rescue) and she still isn't used to the way I sneeze. The way her soul leaves her body every time. She's in for a long weekend, apparently we have pollen and dessert dust rolling in.

#ooc: eddie's mun

[edhellfire]

@maybestronger

All the rumors about Eddie were true. Well, most of them were. His dad was in prison. He was on the lower end of the income scale. He did sell drugs. He did use drugs. He did live in the trailer park. He was raised by his uncle. He didn't worship the devil though. In fact, he didn't even believe in him. The truth of the matter was that there was more that people didn't know about Eddie, than what they did know about Eddie. For instance, he wasn't a bully. In fact, he was the kind of guy that would stand up for the little guy because he too had been bullied when he was younger. Hell, he'd probably still be bullied if he let them. He was also a gentle soul, feeding strays, befriending outcasts. Another fun fact was how much of a gentleman he was. That was all Uncle Wayne's doing. His dad was an asshole. Eddie knew how to treat a girl, how to approach them without being intimidating. People that did see that side of him would label him as gay. And Eddie, being Eddie, didn't take it as an offense. Contrary to popular belief, Eddie was very easy to get along with - approachable even.

Now that Chrissy had her seatbelt, and had seemed to settle into some sort of comfort in the passenger seat of his van, Eddie shifted gears to drive and started back on the road towards Loch Nora. Eddie kept his eyes on the road, precious cargo in the van and all that, but he listened intently to the words Chrissy was saying. He could even hear the words that weren't said - like the culprit's name, or the fight she failed to mentioned. He could tell. He could hear it in her voice.

"He didn't touch you, did he?" His voice was unusually warm, not the typical Eddie tone but something more comforting and caring. He was a teenage boy too. He knew hormones, he knew emotions, and rage, and anger. He asked but he didn't know how he would react if that answer was a yes. Comfort Chrissy first, he supposed. Then drop her off and home to make sure she was safe. Then go crash a party, tell Jason off and get his ass kicked? Probably.

A deep inhale was followed by a deep sigh, and then he knowingly crossed a line by asking a question that was none of his business, "Why are you even with that guy?"

SEATBELT. The gentle command made her brain STOP in its tracks and suddenly she felt a little smile pull at the edges of her lips. Look how QUICKLY he was able to stop her from over thinking. And sure, she spotted that he wasn't wearing his, but the gesture was too sweet none the less to not listen. So with a quick exhale through her nose to signal the place of a LAUGH, she put it on without question. Now settled in nice and SAFE, she allowed her shoulders to relax back into the seat with a quiet sigh. It sure did feel NICE to get out of the wind. She wasn't going to lie about that.

❝If you're SURE.❞ Chrissy wouldn't fight him on the matter since he seemed to insistant. Maybe just this once she could accept the help that was offered to her. It wasn't easy, but he made it BAREABLE just by being him. He and the entire town might have thought of him as a FREAK, but Chrissy didn't really agree. He was weird, she'd admit, but a FREAK was going one step too far. They just never gave getting to know him a chance.

Eyes followed the way his hand reached out and shut the music off, and she OPENED her mouth to say something but decided to bite her tongue in the end. He didn't HAVE to do that ... she didn't mind. But she just figured he'd once more insist, so it wasn't worth the fight. If he wanted to give her his undivided attention, she wasn't about to turn it away. At his question, Chrissy BEGAN to shake her head no, until he mentioned kicking anyones ass. The girl snorted with the sudden surprise, but even so, she teared up at the idea. ❝N..no, really I'm FINE.❞ He had called her out once before when she had claimed as much, so this time around she would give a little more detail. Perhaps TOO much detail. ❝It's really not a big deal. H...he was just too drunk to drive. You know? S..so I walked.❞ He. JASON. It was obvious. What she failed to mention was the fight they had, or the way he had basically told her off for even suggesting they leave early, but perhaps the way her eyes now BRIMMED with tears would give that much away without words.

#maybestronger

[edhellfire]

@havvkinsqueen

"That's…" A long, awkward pause, like he was thinking about what to say but all he came up with was, "…unsafe." Indianapolis, downtown Indianapolis anyway, was a whole different monster than Hawkins was. Bigger, more people, more assholes. Eddie was lucky enough that he was a guy looked the way he did and no one really messed with him but he knew girls weren't as lucky. Thankfully, Chrissy soon eased his growing concern when Chrissy mentioned she was there with a group of girl friends. Safety in numbers and all that. His brown eyes glanced over to the girls and he questioned his first assumption. Safety in numbers? Those girls didn't look like they gave a shit about anyone other than the guys they were flirting with. Why the hell did Chrissy always befriend girls that looked like mean girls?

Concerns weren't put to rest but Eddie was distracted enough to smile in response to Chrissy saying she was going to see him play. "Took you long enough." Because he could remember inviting her to come see him play at The Hideout back in high school. "This is a far cry from Corroded Coffin though." Understatement of the century. Corroded Coffin was pure heavy metal. This was acoustic versions of mainstream songs - what they called hair metal, or rock ballads. Embarrassing for Eddie for an array of reasons, but mostly because he had to sing… actually sing.

"If you laugh at me, I'll cry." He joked with a big grin. He'd definitely cry on the inside though.

---☁︎｡⋆｡ Eddie looked like he had seen a ghost. He was so shocked that Chrissy even looked behind her to see if he was talking to anyone else. He wasn't. Glancing back at her friends who gave her some passing glances to her, she turned back to Eddie and gave a small shrug. "Just sorta found my way here," she admitted. A lot of that was her sort of walking slowly behind the girls she knew as they flirted with the guys they so obviously liked. Always a little tag along.

--- "I'm here with some people I know. But I think they only wanted me here to convinced their frat dates to come," she admitted sadly. It definitely just reeked of high school mentality when she said it aloud. It was lonely, she was lonely. "I'm really happy I get to see you play! I'm going to stay the whole time you're on!" she gushed, eyes wide. @edhellfire had invited her to see him play once upon a time, and she never took him up on that. Granted, she wasn't exactly able to. The injuries and rehab was intense and her mother was breathing down her neck even more than she usually did.

#havvkinsqueen

[edhellfire]

🥹🫠😭

Thank you, @havvkinsqueen

I can't wait to wear it!

#ooc: eddie's mun

[edhellfire]

@claratenebris

It was always strange to see someone outside of where you regularly see them. Like seeing the drive thru person from McDonald's at the grocery store. That's what this felt like. Since Steve had graduated Hawkins High, Eddie only saw him on occasion. The occasion being when Eddie was called to drop off some party favors at some party he wasn't invited to. Or random meetings in parking lot for pharmaceutical adjacent transactions. But it wasn't that uncommon to run into someone at one of the handful of gas stations in the small town of Hawkins.

"You stalking me, Harrington?" Teased Eddie, who was actually there for the same reason Steve was. The little monsters. Eddie had just finished reading a D&D book that he was going to pass on to Dustin. Dustin told him to meet him at the arcade but Eddie was there early (surprisingly) and walked over to the gas station to grab some snacks and an extra pack of cigarettes. Eddie grabbed a bag of Cool Ranch Doritos. After a second of thinking, he grabbed two more. He was expecting the munchies to kick in after he smoked and one bag simply wouldn't do.

→ @edhellfire ♥

The kids were at the Arcade and Steve hardly had anything better to do than to wait for them in his car. Naturally, he'd drop them off and would be driving them back home, no point in going home in the meantime. He cursed the day Dustin dragged him along to go hunt for his pet monster, which resulted in him being in this situation a couple of years later. Steve really should get paid for this, he thought (except not really, because he liked those little gremlins and he'd never ask their parents for a dime - Claudia Henderson paid him plenty in trays of food that she sent Dustin off with, the sweet woman).

Steve got out of his car to go to the gas station across the street. He'd get a drink, some snacks, maybe a magazine to pass the time. It was there, choosing between brands of chips, that he saw Eddie Munson out of the corner of his eye. Dustin's latest friend. Steve pulled a face (he was not jealous). "Munson. Fancy meeting you here." Considering their encounters were usually more clandestine, with Steve buying from him on occasion.

#claratenebris #m: steve

[edhellfire]

Feeling much better and I'm here and doing drafts.

I'm still deciding if I want to slow the queue down now or wait a little longer.

I think the last day I'll be able to do some actual writing before I leave is Tuesday. I just looked at my flight and I leave Wednesday (technically Thursday but it's like at 2am so for me that's Wednesday night).

I guess it depends on how fast people start sending me replies. Anything I don't get to on Tuesday will have to wait till I'm back like the 8th if I don't come back sick (as I usually do).

#ooc: eddie's mun

[edhellfire]

The universe decided its tomorrow. I got an allergic reaction to something and I'm all itchy. I need to give myself a benadryl induced coma.

I have no plans tomorrow! That means I can sleep in. It also means I can write!

I just got home and I'm exhausted so I don't know if I'll write tonight or tomorrow but the writenning is upon us!

I'm both nervous (cause my drafts piled up) and excited (cause I love everything we are writing).

#ooc: eddie's mun

[edhellfire]

if there’s one thing about eddie, he WILL throw a fit