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the secret to losing followers is being yourself

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I personally think we need more movies where men portray famous musicians rolling around on the ground like they're in heat

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“Eddie.” You pull the strap of your bag further up your shoulder. Carrying two towels and a bottle of sunscreen big enough to last you the next decade is making your arm feel like it’s going to drop off onto his doorstep. “You can’t wear all black.”

“What else am I supposed to wear?” He shrugs and moves to close the door behind him, his keys making a jingling sound between his fingers.

“Something that won’t give you heatstroke!” You already have your whole day planned out perfectly. First, you’ll go buy drinks cold enough to give you both permanent brain freeze. After that, you’ll drive to the lake listening to your new tapes at the highest volume possible without breaking Eddie's ancient radio. As soon as you arrive you’ll both go swimming and take turns trying to dunk each other's heads under the water. Nowhere in there is reserved for a hospital visit, if there was there’d be no time for ice cream with extra sprinkles. 

“I’m not going to get heatstroke.” Eddie pulls his keys out the door now that he’s locked it, then places a clumsy kiss on the side of your head. “I’m perfectly cold.”

“You’re not because you’ve got your hair up.” You follow him down towards the van, scrunching your face when he opens the door and it makes an unpleasant creaking noise. Sometimes he seems to forget you know him better than anyone else, like the back of your hand. “The only time you tie your hair up is if you’re hot or you’re concentrating.”

“Or because you think I look handsome with it like this.” When you open the car door, Eddie holds his hand out for you to pass over your bag. It makes a heavy thudding noise when he places it down into the footwell.

“Don’t try and be cute about it.” You get in and close the door beside you with a loud bang. If you were honest, not being able to compliment Eddie to prove a point is like having an itch you can’t scratch. Practically unbearable. “I can’t get attached to someone who’s about to die via overheating.”

Eddie turns his keys in the ignition as he speaks. “Well, you’ve failed with that already.” 

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“I wish we were close in high school.” Steve’s not sure where the thought has come from and why it manifests into words, breaking the comfortable silence you’ve both been sitting in. To him, it feels like a great injustice from the universe that you were both in each other's lives for so long without proper interaction.

“No way.” You move your head from where it’s been resting by the crook of his neck, furrowing your eyebrows together at the prospect. Most of what you remember of Steve back then was information you learnt from rumours, which became increasingly distorted the further they spread. “Everything was so different back then.”

“I thought you were so pretty at prom.” He ignores your statement, although he knows it’s true. Instead, he lets his eyelashes flutter against his cheeks and tries to conjure up the exact image of you in his mind. The one he tried to take a mental photograph of the moment it happened, something for him to store in the back of his mind among other miscellaneous things. 

“You did?” Steve feels shocked at your tone of surprise. Feeling almost disturbed by the idea that you don't take your attractiveness as a plain and simple fact. Like how the grass is green and the sky is blue.

“A Total babe.” He replies, smiling to himself as he stares up at his bedroom ceiling. A giddy feeling spreads down to the bottom of his stomach. He makes a content humming noise, the only other sounds being the crumpling of bedsheets and his alarm clock ticking rhythmically.  

“Why didn’t you speak to me?” You turn over to rest your chin against his skin, right next to his collarbone. Steve raises his hand so smooth out where your hair has gone all staticky from being against the pillow

“Because deep down I have no game.” He places his hand over his bare chest as if to show he’s speaking from the heart. It does a funny jump when you press a kiss to one of his fingers. “I probably would’ve fainted and then the secret would be out.”

“What secret?” Your voice goes down into a whisper. As if anyone else could hear the conversation you were both having at three in the morning as the moon hangs low in the sky.

“I’m a loser.” Steve leans forward to rest his nose against your forehead. His voice copying yours and going into a whisper. 

You let out a laugh that spreads across your whole face, the sides of your eyes crinkling up with joy. “I have a thing for those.”

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Ok but eddie really likes when you massage his hands. Like one day you were just applying lotion to your own hands but you had too much so you decided to rub some on him and just mindlessly starting massaging him and when you stopped he's asking you to please massage the other one because he really liked it 🥺

you just one day being like "here" when watching a movie or something and grabbing his hand and him just thinking you want to hold his hand :( and then you're like no silly take this lotion then forever afterwards puts his hand in your lap and is like "can you?" and then gets eventually gets VERY picky about what lotion he likes which are usually like the very stereotypical "girly" ones. he's deffo the type of boy to go around smelling like strawberry and vanilla and his friends being like "dude is that you??'

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my favorite genre of man is one that is head over heels obsessed with his love interest that he can barely be in her presence without screaming crying or throwing up

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Hii :) just wanted to say how much I like the way you write Eddie. It's so fluffy and sweet. It's nice to read about his soft side 💕

stop ily thank u 😭😭 messages like this make my day

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seeing people write eddie as this smooth guy affects me actually bc to me he's a loser and a dork who probably has to stop kissing you to take a breather bc he thinks you're so pretty that it's making him lightheaded and he's afraid he'll pass clean out.

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That little blurb u did about Eddie sleeping on the hospital and the nurse saying he talks about you ): could you do one where he's with steve or dustin or any of his friends and you went home to shower? 🤧

“Eddie’s not going to be able to cope.” Mike swings his feet from where he’s sitting on top of the kitchen side, his mouth full of cereal that he’s eating straight out of the box. If he was at home his mother would scold him for not using a bowl and getting germs all over the countertop.

You had only left about ten minutes ago, but Eddie still holds his hand up towards his chest like he’s been stabbed. “I won’t go on.”

“He’s serious.” Just in case no one was sure if Eddie was joking or not, Dustin murmurs from where he’s sitting at the table with his forehead scrunched up in concentration. While there was no space in his room, there was plenty enough here to fix the wiring in his flashlight.

“Henderson, be kind to me.” Eddie takes Dustin’s hat off and ruffles his hair up until he grabs his wrist to stop him. “Having the best girlfriend ever is an exhausting job.”

“We’re not playing this game again.” Mike points his index finger out, his cheeks still filled with cereal. All mentions of who’s the best girlfriend have rightfully been banned since one debate went on for almost two hours.

Eddie sits down on the coach, the springs beneath him screeching. He places his hands on the back of his head and flutters his eyelids closed. “Only because I’ll win.”

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ok we talked about eddie with stuffed animals but can we talk about steve being that boyf that gets jealousy of ur hundreds bears on your bed especially that big one he himself won for you on the arcade 😭

no he definitely holds a grudge against it like a giant stuffed bear actually has thoughts and is conspiring against him. whenever he walks into your room he's like "it's giving me the evils" and you always have to remind him that he was the one who spent over an hour trying to win it in the first place. It sits by your pillows next to your headboard with one of steve's old shirts stretched over its chest because he knows you cuddle it at night and at least then you'll sort of be cuddling something of his too. when he sleeps over at yours and gets under the blankets he shoves it off and then is like "oh my god what happened? where did he go? aww that's a shame"

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eddie is the type of boyfriend to let you sit with your legs draped over his lap and then picks up your foot and places it over his ear and talks into it like it's a phone. says something like "oh my apologies my girlfriend is busy at the moment but can I take a message?"

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ur eddie boyf thoughts always seem cute so i NEEEDDDDD to hear some steve ones

omg one thing i think boyfriend steve does is press his nose right to ur scalp so he can inhale ur shampoo, like does a properly deep dramatic inhale. does it with the side of your neck where you spray your perfume. does it to the back of your hand where you rub in scented lotion. does it to your clothes so he can smell your laundry detergent. every time he always says something like “smells so good could get high off it” and you’re like “you can’t get high off coconut scented shampoo.”

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Eddie being a stuffed animal bf is killing cause you’re so right! ! he would make them fight each other to hear your laugh, he would give them nicknames that goes completely opposite of what you actually named them just to see your pout when you fake argue him about it,,, sigh Eddie bf

he so would 💔 when one ends up on the floor he gasps dramatically. he talks to them and puts them up to his ear like they’re speaking back just to make you smile. turns all their heads around when he kisses you because he says he gets “stage fright”. makes them plant pecks all over your face to make you laugh, then kisses the apple of your cheek because “it’s one for me”. bf eddie 4ever.