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[infratwo]

i fell for fake generators like 3 tiomes today

[wrappedupinlight]

@scarednotscary asked:  ❛ you left like i was never a reason to stay. ❜  - For Eddie~ // 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬. 

they’re parked somewhere near the quarry, settled under a blanket that’s covered in snacks and books and whatever else their little hearts desired for the trek up here. on top of that-- he made a couple decent sized blunts for the both of them. chrissy had an extra rigorous cheer practice earlier that nearly took her out-- and eddie? well-- he still had a slight headache from the near nightmare that him and his sheep’s game was. it was a one shot: shouldn’t have been anything crazy, but one little slip up almost caused the whole party to go down. if it wasn’t for sinclair’s quick thinking getting them all out of the mud-- they might not have made it out alive. 

but, nothing a little bit of recreational drugs wouldn’t patch right up, he figures as he passes the lighter her way and takes another drag. it’s nice, calm, still giggly from some inside joke they shared from before. and eddie figures that’s it. that after some idle small talk about the assembly he barely attended today that that would be the end of it, never to be brought up again.

(in hindsight he figures maybe he should know by now not to tempt fate like that.) it’s quiet for a good while, after she tells him. drops it on the metalhead like it doesn’t shatter him all the way down into the deep recesses of his chest the way she says it: among the noise of crickets and croaks and whatever other woodland creatures might decide to make themselves an audience for the night.

if he’s perfectly honest-- he’s not sure what brought this on. but he figures he owes her his attention at the very least, so he straightens up and releases the last bit of smoke from his lips, “uh, you’ll have to forgive me cunningham. not exactly in top shape right now, so m’sort of scramblin’ here,” he tries for a joke, even if he winces feeling like it’s already fallen flat. “sorry. uh, whatever it is-- i’ll make it right--”

[wrappedupinlight]

@entangledmuses​ asked:  ❝  your scars are nothing to be ashamed of.  ❞ Chrissy to Eddie

see there’s two angles eddie knows he can go at here. either one, tease that he knows and tell her he’s excited for how metal the scars will look down the line. maybe offer if she wants to see them-- or fall under the part of him that gnaws more poor choice of words poor choice of words towards how he feels in the moment. raw and tender, and altogether destroyed.

he decides on a mellower version of the latter. “ iiii dunno about that sunshine,” he lifts up the shirt slightly to expose some of the ones on his right side and turns slightly pink around the ears, “fucked me up pretty bad. harrington thinks they took about a pound of flesh off him-- think they took about five here.” was it fair to compare injuries? definitely not-- and he’ll probably feel worse about saying it later. “must’ve been hungry. not that you needed to like... hear all that. sorry,”

[meganmontgomery-rp]

Well if you aren’t busy..you could come over and check out my Halloween costume?

- @hxllfiremunson

Oh yeah? Want my advice on it do you?

[meganmontgomery-rp]

I miss you baby, how’s Billy?

- @hxllfiremunson

Miss you too Eds! He’s good, he’s been trying to do something to his car today but I don’t understand it. He does look very hot covered in grease though hehe

[meganmontgomery-rp]

just sort of wanna lay in my bed and listen to dio with @hxllfiremunson 

[meganmontgomery-rp]

Mornings with you ❤️🥰 @eddiexmunsonn