#coffinfire

[didntlie]

                    tears were rarely seen falling from her eyes. carter doesn’t allow others to see her break down. she has created a perfect illusion, a different version of herself that was to be adored and respected by everyone around her. but that wasn’t who she really was, and all of the stuff underneath had to come to the surface eventually. carter is seated at the abandoned picnic table, wiping away tears before they could fall onto the novel she was reading, though they never ceased completely. she’s forced to sharply inhale, sit up straighter when she hears footsteps. light smile is instinctively forced upon her lips — everything’s alright, she can show them she’s fine. when carter realized it’s eddie, her expression falls again, relieved she didn’t have to pretend to be okay this time.

‘ jesus, e, you scared the shit out’ve me, ’ carter sniffles, slowly placing the bookmark between the pages and closing the novel with a sigh. red rimmed eyes move up to him. there’s no hiding that she’s been crying, not from someone who’s known her since she was young ; since she lost her parents. ‘ shouldn’t you be in class? ’ it’s a light hearted joke.     @coffinfire​.

[sluggrr]

plotted starter.

              English : C+ ; U.S. History : C ; Algebra : B- ; Gym : A ; Spanish : B-  ( only because he cheated a little on the last test )  ; Chemistry : C-. And very quickly creeping toward a D+  ( Steve would say Mr. Kaminsky is way too harsh ; everyone else would say he’s grading pretty fairly )  . But it doesn’t seem to help when Steve sits in class and doesn’t even pay attention. Because, instead of listening to Mr. Kaminsky’s lesson, he’s leaning over toward Tommy H.’s desk to look at the crude drawing of their teacher that Tommy’s drawn in his notebook  ( Tommy made him a lot more stout than he really is and gave him way less hair )  . Steve snorts at the drawing and shakes his head a little bit, but still stifles a laugh :  “ Dude — ”

              ‘ Mister Harrington. ’  It’s the one thing nobody wants to hear when they haven’t been paying attention for the last twenty minutes : their own name. Steve’s eyes dart to the front of the room, brows raised with a kind of deer-in-the-headlights look on his face. At the front of the room, Mr. Kaminsky is looking back at him over the rim of his glasses with the same kind of look he gives everybody : tired and disappointed.  ‘ I’m pairing you with Mister Munson. ’  Steve instantly looks confused — pairing him up for what?  ( Maybe if he had been paying attention five minutes ago he would have heard the something about elements ... an in-class demonstration — basic stuff. )  And — who is ... Wait.

              ‘ Miss Whitehead, you can work with Miss Schwartz. ’  Steve turns around to look behind him. In the back corner desk : him. Eddie the Freak  ( so people call him )  . He makes eye-contact for about a second before he turns back and looks at Tommy, who’s got that shit-eating grin on his face :  ‘ Shit, dude!  ’  He’s giggling, but Steve looks considerably less amused. He shoves Tommy’s shoulder a little bit,  “ Shut up, man. Shit ... ”  He combs his fingers through his hair and slumps in his seat a little bit while Kaminsky keeps going :  ‘ You will not be graded equally on this project — which means do the work — so I want you to spend the rest of the class discussing with your partner. ’  

              Everyone starts trading desks to sit near different classmates but, for a second, Steve doesn’t move. When Tommy H. grabs his own book and stands, though, he leans over Steve’s desk to say,  ‘ Think he might try to bite your face off? ’  Steve scoffs and grabs his things, also standing up :  “ I’ll throw you in front of me. ”  He rolls his eyes while Tommy’s laughing and Steve walks toward the back of the room — reluctantly. Steve drops his things on a desk next to Eddie’s and slowly sinks into the seat. He grimaces a little bit to himself, looking at the desk, before he actually turns toward his classmate :  “ Hey, man ... So ... —What are we doing? ”

@coffinfire​

[shezoomer]

"soooo, you're the dork king, aren't you?" the youth utters the words with a noticeable flair of amusement, head tilted to one side, ginger tresses gilded golden by the sun crowning her hair. "the one all the other little dorks go running off to?" she proceeds, and the question isn't a question at all, but a statement. she's seen the matching t-shirts. the photos. she's also heard dustin and mike talking about him, though not much, as she hasn't spent too much time with them lately (she's been by herself, mostly. and she's not the best company).

@coffinfire ♡'d

[teachbalance]

7 MONTHS OF BALANCE! A CELEBRATION.        i know you are on a wee break but i wanted to say that i think you are super cool. you write so many characters and i know that sometimes that might feel overwhelming but you are amazing at all of them. thank you for bringing the cobras to life, eddie, and so many others and i hope you get better and you feel better. you are a dear. || @coffinfire​

[guiltskate]

eddie munson  ,  you owe me a dinner. a very nice dinner.

             ‘ i  can  offer  shitty  pizza  and  a  secret  place  down  in  the  woods, ’    technically  they’d  be  trespassing,  but  she’s  gotten  herself  out  of  fines  and  trouble  a  million  times  ;  carter  didn’t  fear  authority,  nor  consequences.  and  she’s  very  aware  eddie  really  didn’t,  either.  knowing  smirk  is  given  to  the  boy  as  a  brow  raises.   ‘ take  it  or  leave  it,  eds,  this  amazing  offer’s  not  gonna  be  on  the  table  forever, ’     @coffinfire​.

[haven-sent]

@coffinfire ❝ my heart can’t take it anymore. ❞  / accepting

“I- I know it’s not... ideal.” No shit, Gingrich. Steph really has no idea what she’s doing here - she’s not equipped for any of it. But neither is Eddie, really, so she can’t just... leave him. No matter what Jason or the pigs or anyone else says, she knows he’s not a killer. “But you can lay low here for a few days, maybe, then we- I don’t know, we’ll figure something out.”

The storage room of the record store isn’t ideal but her house is a no-go. Her mom would call the cops - if she didn’t have a heart attack first seeing a ‘servant of the devil’ eating spaghetti-o’s on her couch - and at least here, it’s probably one of the last places people would think to look. “People have to realise how insane this is eventually. It’ll be fine.” She’s pretty sure that’s a lie, but the despondency in his voice, it kills her a little bit. She’s never heard him sound this defeated before.

[compluras]

        ❛   you better not fall down from there, @coffinfire​,   ❜   she calls up to him, something like gentle laughter softening the edges of her words. boots crunch dead leaves as she steps back to bring the entire subject into view, looking up at the sight before her.

       skull rock had been a natural suggestion when she’d taken this opportunity. the image had popped into her head immediately — eddie, lounging casually atop a massive stone skull with his guitar, strumming aimlessly into the soft afternoon light. lucky for them, there was even a bit of fog blanketing the forest. perfect. andie comes down to one knee to exaggerate her angle and peers through the viewfinder, lining up subject and background.   ❛   ready ?   ❜

[goldengirlchrissy-moved]

“ you’re the only thing that makes sense right now. everything else is just— the world is so loud. and the only time it feels quiet is when you’re here. ”

Chrissy gasped as Eddie spoke. She was still getting used to everything. Being back, knowing what she knew now, being single, her strange new independence. It was all so....much. The only thing that made sense was Eddie.

From the moment she came back, she knew she needed things to be better. She was done being the perfect princess everyone thought she was. She was ready to be her own person.

Biting her lip, she took Eddie's face in her hands and kissed him deeply. "You're the only thing that's kept me semi-sane recently, Eddie Munson."

@coffinfire

[edgeineer]

❝ Jokes on you I’ve been bullied my whole life this is nothing. ❞   \   @coffinfire​   ___  .

       BROWS KNIT TOGETHER AS HE LOOKS UP,  seeing the curly-haired dude and that one jock having another spat. while he shouldn’t get involved, garr can’t help himself as the jock ( jason, he thinks ? ) walks away. conveniently, right by where he was sitting. and oops, his leg just HAPPENED to be sticking out, tripping the basketball star. as quick as his leg had jutted out it returned to under him, bouncing a little as he acted like nothing happened. 

         once the jock had regained what little composure remained in his stupid little head and ran off to have his ego stroked by his lackeys, garr glanced over at eddie, raising a brow. 

      ❝ you know, you could totally take him if you wanted. dude’s not that big. ❞

[sowithout]

funeral this week, gonna be slow

[coffinfire]

#coffinfire is an independent roleplay blog for eddie munson of stranger things .    there may be some canon divergence present on this blog .       𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 .    23 .    he / they / she .    scotland gmt/bst .

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[teachbalance]

@coffinfire​ gets the best around

“well,   i   might   not   known   dungeons   and   dragons,   man,   but   i   can   handle   myself.   don’t   judge   a   book   by   it’s   cover.“   and   he   is   a   little   bit   offended   that   someone   thinks   he   needs   protection.   daniel   doesn’t   need   it.   not   even   when   he   didn’t   knew   karate   or   when   he   knew   less.   hands   on   his   hips,   he   is   aware   he   doesn’t   give   a   strong   sense   of   superiority.   people   often   look   at   him   and   think   he   is   everything   but   a   fighter.   “you   are      talkin’   to   a   two   time   all   valley   karate   champion.   i   kick   danger   in   the   face   all   the   time.“

[firstflayeda]

                   He lifts his hand up curling in his claws inwards making the boy levitate, calling forth tendrils to escape the ground and snake their way up from the ground flailing their way up his body from his feet to his arms then finally they wrap around his neck. 

                 He tightens the grip of the tendrils and soon the boy is choking. “its time for your pain to end Eddie...” 

@coffinfire​