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hey so like. are you kidding me

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A little metalhead primping

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be careful what you wish for .. 🦇

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how dare netflix throw eddie munson's grave in my face unannounced last time I checked he was ALIVE in all of my fanfics

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eddie's grave saying "now at peace" because nobody ever gave him peace when he was alive, except the grave has been defaced.

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NO

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I am absolutely... fucking... FERAL! It's the intense eye contact while he dances, it's doing things to me 🫠

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If he’s the only one who visits Eddie I’m gonna throw a fit

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"I love you, man"

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boom, he says as he's looking into the mirror admiring his (hell)fire outfit. hell yeah. very metal.

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Yes Dustin is becoming a mini Eddie by changing his appearance to be similar to his and I absolutely love it, but would you guys please take a second to look at Nancy keeping her hair like Eddie's because that is pretty effing symbolic

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Eddie is the type of boyfriend who attempts to teach you guitar but he's the one getting distracted.

You sit in the space between his legs at the edge of the bed with the tip of your tongue sticking out the tiniest bit between the pout of your lips. The crease in the middle of your brows deepens in concentration and Eddie just absolutely loves it. His eyes can't seem to find a spot to focus on, darting from your eyes and lips, keeping a particular focus on your tongue every once in a while.

His hands are braced against your thighs, rough fingers digging into the coarse fabric of your jeans -though he wishes he was touching the softness of your skin- and his nose moves to not so subtly dig into the juncture of your shoulder.

You take a second to look at him and God does it feel good for him to know that even just looking at him removes the frustration from your face and replaces it with a warming smile.

"Y'know, you're supposed to actually teach me something right?" Your smile turns into an almost devilish smirk and one of your brows cock up in a teasing manner.

Eddie only nuzzles his face deeper into you, loving the way you've started to smell like him the longer you're in his room. "You're distracting me," Your eyes roll at the way you can almost hear the faux sulk on his face.

Laughing you push his head away from you - he groans dramatically and throws himself back against the bed- and place the guitar gently against the floor, "How am I being distracting, I'm not even doing anything!" Eddie adores the giggles that escape you between words.

He scoffs like your words bring him offense, "Well maybe if you weren't so damn gorgeous I could focus better- ever thought about that?"

You roll your eyes again but you secretly find much delight in his theatrical personality.

You twist your body and move to straddle him taking pride in the way Eddie gulps, "Oh you're right," Your hand gently cups his cheek; he leans into the touch without much thought, "It's all my fault, isn't it, baby?"

He gulps again, "Mhm, yeah, all your fault."

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Ughhhh he’s so fine

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sorry i made the vibe weird, i can make it weirder if you want?

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Hey pookieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

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Eddie is always touching you, he couldn't help it. The moment he became your boyfriend he made sure his hands never left you.

Finger laced into the belt loop of your jeans pulling your back to his chest so that he can rest his hands against the groove of your waist -maybe even slide them underneath the soft fabric of his your shirt so he can feel the heat of your skin against his palms- while waiting in line at the grocery store; he rest his chin on the top of your head letting the smell of your shampoo make his head spin with thoughts of only you. "You smell nice."

Man-spreading so that his knee would press into yours while the two of you hang out with friends, the fabric of his ripped jeans rubs your knee while he wraps his arm around your shoulders pulling your body closer to him because "You're too far away."

Very rarely do you allow him to shower with you because when he does he's too busy pressing himself against you, arms wrapped tightly around your torso or hands greedily pawing at your hips, instead of washing his messy mane of hair like you told him to. No matter the amount you scolded him in how often he got distracted or how he distracted you it went in one ear and out the other. "You shouldn't look so pretty then- It makes it hard to focus."

Cooking dinner with him home was a chore. He drapes himself along your back letting his body weight drop onto you, forcing you to hold him up while you mix something in a pot. When you grumble in annoyance he just smiles against your neck pursing his lips every once in a while to place loving kisses against your warm skin, enjoying the sound of your voice, in which he deemed it angelic, even as you chastise him again.

He just can't help how much he absolutely adores you, sometimes still in disbelief that someone as beautiful as you, inside and out, wanted to be his girlfriend and he knows that, even though you complain and nag at him, you love that he can't help wanting to touch you. He catches the small grin that etches itself across your face when he holds you in the shower or when you cook and he notices the way you hook your pinkie finger into the belt loop of his jeans as he snakes his arms around you in stores or when your hanging out with friends.

So, he'll always make sure his hands are on you, because he loves the way you grumble all without telling him to stop.

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