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Don't Forget It | Eddie Munson

Summary: When Eddie's head starts to fill with that self-conscious storm, he doesn't know what else to do but hide. But tonight, you're not letting him hide anymore, and you're certainly not letting him forget how much you love him, even if he thinks it's not true.

Warnings: Self-conscious Eddie, crying, swearing, angst!

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: This is a very angsty fic, and surprisingly it was very cathartic to write. It's not something I'd usually do, but for some reason, this idea really fits well.

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Eddie was one of the most open people you knew, and you could often read him like a book, his emotions so evident on his face. But sometimes, as easily as the wind would shift, he’d pull away, turning into himself and hiding away from you. This didn’t happen often, normally he’d be okay and tell you what was on his mind, no matter how awful or self-deprecating it was, but sometimes the storm in his head got too much, and he always wanted to protect you from the messy thoughts in his brain. 

You hadn’t seen him in a couple of weeks, the both of you busy with exams at different schools, conflicting work schedules and an overload of homework and extracurricular activities. But it was Saturday, and the first Saturday night of each month was date night, and so far, Eddie hadn’t called to cancel. 

It was early when you got to his trailer, the sun still beaming down on you, and there were kids playing on the trailer park playground, parents calling them in for their dinner. Wayne was the one who answered the door, cigarette pinched between his lips and work uniform on, signalling he had the night shift. 

Like always, Wayne greeted you with a wide smile, a quick shoulder squeeze and offered a soda from the fridge, which you’d never refuse when you knew how much he liked having visitors like you come around. Eddie wasn’t in the lounge room or kitchen, and you couldn’t hear the shower going when you moved around the small space. It was like Wayne could tell what you were wondering as he watched you, and with a gentle sigh, he leaned against the small kitchen counter.

“Eddie’s in his room, kid. To be honest, I didn’t expect you to come by tonight, I thought Eddie would have cancelled.” Wayne takes a sip of his drink and shakes his head as you give him a questioning look. “Look, it’s not been a great week for him. The record shop let him go, since they’re closing at the end of the month, his English teacher has been hard on him about some dumb essay, and you know how Eddie can be, he’d rather blow out his eardrums with music instead of talking through his issues.” 

You let a sad smile slip through, knowing Wayne was correct, that Eddie wasn’t great at sharing negative emotions, no matter how much they were affecting him. 

“I knew I should have called before I came over, I’ve got nothing but radio silence from Eddie these last couple of weeks, he’s probably not really wanting to go on a date tonight.” You weren’t upset. Sure, you were disappointed that you wouldn’t be able to spend time with your boyfriend, but you knew he probably needed space more than he needed a night out on the town. 

“You could say hello if you wanted to. If I know anything about my nephew, it’s that his day always gets better when he sees his favourite person. Eddie’s in his bedroom working on the next D&D campaign.” Wayne crunches up his soda can then, and tosses it into the trash, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before picking up his wallet and keys. “Anyway, hang around if you want to, I’ve gotta go to work. There’s money on the bench for pizza if that takes your fancy, and really, kid, check in on Eddie, I know he’s missed having you around.” With that, Wayne’s squeezing your shoulder again, saying a gentle good night, then heading out the door and to his truck. 

The trailer is silent then, and you’re all alone in the small living space. One half of you wanted to walk right out of there, get back in your car and drive home, leaving Eddie in the peace he obviously wanted, but your other half, the half that selfishly missed his company and his smile and his voice, was pulling you towards his closed bedroom door. And before you knew it, you were knocking tentatively, not wanting to wake the beast that could be lying dormant inside. 

“Hey, uh, Eds. It’s me. Wayne just left for work…and I know you probably don’t feel up to going on our date tonight, and that’s absolutely fine, I just wanted to make sure you’re okay?” The only response you get is utter silence, and you sigh softly, frowning and hoping Eddie would just answer the door, give you some sort of sign of life. But still nothing, so you push on. “Look, I’m sorry I haven’t been around much these last couple of weeks, but I’m always here to talk if you want to…if you need to. You don’t have to lock yourself away, Eddie. It’s fine if you don’t want to tell me everything, or if you just want to sit in silence together, but please understand that you’re not alone…please baby.” You pour your heart out to the closed door, but you still get nothing in response.

Giving up, and deciding that Eddie really did just want space and silence, you let your hand drop from the door and start walking away, planning to leave the small trailer and head home, trying to entertain yourself with the idea of a rented movie and maybe a takeaway. You couldn’t force Eddie to open up when he didn’t want to, or wasn’t ready, and you also knew you didn’t want to make the situation worse, but as you grabbed the handle of the front door and opened it, you heard a creaking behind you.

“I don’t deserve you.” Eddie’s in the doorway of his room, dressed in a raggedy Hellfire shirt and an old pair of sweats, hair a mess and hands marked with pen ink. He looked like he always did on a Saturday when you came over to hang out, but his eyes were red and his bottom lip was bitten and chapped. He could barely look at you when he spoke, but when you turned and looked at him, he knew you heard him.

“Hey, Eds.” You greet him softly, not wanting to startle too much when he already looks like a rabbit caught in the headlights, eyes wide and everything. Eddie sniffs, and it’s clear to you then that he’s been crying, that the red eyes aren’t from smoking a blunt, but from letting tears fall while he’s alone in his room. You fight every urge to take him into your arms then, and instead fight back the sudden lump in your throat. “How are you?” You don’t know what else to say, but you do nearly mentally face palm once that question spills from your mouth. 

“Oh, you know, totally normal, loving these summer days and so enjoying all the exams.” Eddie tries to joke, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. Instead, it falls flat between the two of you, a big, ugly, bitter joke that is hard to swallow and a complete lie, and Eddie looks away again, scuffing his socked feet against the worn carpet. “I’m…I’m sorry for hiding from you. I just, my head got messy and you know…nothing like a bit of peace and quiet to think through your thoughts.”

“Did the time help?” Your question is soft, and though Eddie tries to smile, a crooked thing that isn’t all that honest, you know the answer. He’s shaking his head, twisting his hands together in the way he always does when he’s nervous or can’t form the right words in his head, and then he’s looking away, and crying out.

“No…it didn’t help.” You’re crashing into him then, wrapping him tightly in your arms as he breaks down, and he doesn’t expect it, nearly fights your embrace. But then he’s sobbing, and melting into you, clinging to your hold and crying into your neck. 

The two of you are on the carpet, wrapped around and providing a lifeline that you didn’t know the other one needed so bad, and all you can hear are Eddie’s gentle cries and your sniffs, trying desperately to dry your eyes. 

“Why…why do you love me? How can you even stand to be anywhere near me?” Hearing those words spill from your lover's mouth has your heart breaking, and it takes everything in you not to cry in response. Eddie’s still got his face smooshed into your chest, avoiding your gaze, and the material of your shirt is damp from his tears. 

“Oh, Eddie.” You don’t know how to answer him, of course, you want to spill your heart out to him, but you also know that he’s delicate right now, and you don’t want to worry him anymore. But you trudge on, and run your fingers up his back, soothing the wreck of a metal head. “I love you because you’re the strongest man I know. You’re always kind to those who deserve it, always trying to make someone’s day better when they need it, you’re funny and sweet and talented and smart and perfect for me in every way.” Eddie’s smiling slightly at your words, but you can tell it’s not the real answer he’s looking for. “Baby, why do you think I love you?”

You hoped you’d get an answer, but Eddie just shrugs, hair falling in front of his face and eyes downcast once again. 

“Honestly? Half the time I don’t believe you when you say you love me. I mean, no one else has ever loved me, my uncle tolerates me, I know if I left town forever no one would miss me…” His words drifted off as you cupped his cheeks, urging the man to look up at you, thumbs moving to catch the tears that are about to fall, and you have to try with all your might not to sob when he utters his next sentence. "It's not that I'm saying I'm unlovable, just... some people have to be easier to love than others, right?" 

“Is this what you’ve been worrying about these last couple of weeks? If I love you, if you deserve to be with me?” Eddie shrugs once again, and for a moment you want to shake some sense into him, scream to the world that you love him and adore him, but you know that’s the last thing that’ll work.

“You could be with someone like Steve, someone who can give you everything in every moment. Someone who’s not an emotionally constipated high school failure that the world already gave up on, some who’s not into playing games for kids or music that makes your ears want to–.” You stop him then, a hand over his mouth, and you shake your head, hurt and sadness etched on your face.

“Sweetheart, I want you to listen real close, okay? Because for once and for all I’m going to tell you something, and you need to listen, right? You hear me, Eddie?” He only nods, and you remove your hand, letting it sit against his chest, right over his heart. You take a deep breath then lean your head against his, and speak softly so that only he can hear as if it’s a little secret between the two of you. And you would scream it to the world if he needs you to, to tell it to fuck off and stop trying to destroy a man who’s just trying his best, but you’ll leave that to another time. “I love you. I love you, and not any unrealistic or nonexistent version of you. I love you for you, and all of your flaws too. Sure, sometimes you can be a total butthead, a ridiculous pain in the ass and sometimes I want to yell and scream at you, but I will always take the good and the bad days, Eddie Munson. You deserve every ounce of love I give you, and you have all my love, and will always have it. I don’t want Steve, I don’t want someone else even if you think I do or that I deserve someone else, because I will always only want you. You’re my goofy, metal head who’s the sweetest man imaginable, always knows how to make people laugh, and always, always, makes sure I know that I’m safe, I’m okay, and that you love me. And I don’t want to hear any more of you doubting yourself about it, Eddie. If you think like this again, then come to me, and I’ll tell you that I love you as many times as I need to, in fact, I won’t stop telling you until I die.” 

Eddie’s smiling then, and it’s finally reaching his big brown eyes, a sight that has you falling in love all over again, and his hands are holding your waist, keeping you close to him in hopes that you’ll stay with him forever. 

“I love you, Eddie Munson, and don’t you forget it.” You’re kissing him then, gentle at first until he responds, and then firm enough to make it clear that this isn’t just another dream like he’s been having these last couple of weeks. You love him, you need him and you want him, and you’re not letting him disappear without a fight. 

Eddie’s breathless from the kiss by the time you’re pulling away, and he leans into your touch when your fingers card through his hair in that delicious way he loves, and finally, after his tears are dry and he’s smiling down at you, wide and bright, he’s uttering words you’ve longed to hear.

“I don’t think I could ever forget after that speech, sweetheart. And just so you know, I love you too, and I always will.” He’s kissing you now, all over your face and your neck and any skin he can reach, and you’re laughing into the space around you, a sound that’s so warm and lovely it makes his skin tingle. He’s relieved, finally out of that dark place he was for ages before, and though you both know that you’re not out of danger yet, it’s a good start. 

It’s during pizza on the couch in front of some dumb movie neither of you are paying attention to, that you repeat that you love him, that you take him in your arms once again and shower him with affection. It’s not the typical Saturday night date, but you don’t care, because he’s yours, and you’re his, and you’re not going to let him forget that any time soon.

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Lando Norris

"I was on my way to buy some flowers for you..." H.S.- Grapejuice

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Eddie as your boyfriend | Headcanons! Pt.2

More Eddie Headcanons because I love writing them :p

Warnings: fluff, some smut (mdni), cursing, y‘all are still going to school, probably some writing mistakes because English is not my first language <//3

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Waits at the picnic table for you during break so you can eat lunch together

Mostly forgets his food, so you feed him with yours

"Eddie you can’t just eat pretzels all the time!"

"Why not?!:("

definitely makes out with you in school and in front of your friends (yes, even in front of the younger ones)

Loves to scare you while you‘re at your locker with a loud "BOO“

"Jesus Christ! Eddie are you crazy!?"

"Crazy in love, yes“ he smirks at you while pulling you into his arms

He is touchy. Physical touch is his love language.

Big and loooooong hugs before, during and after school (and in general)

Always kisses the back of your hand and looks up at you while doing it

Gives you his rings, shirts, literally everything he owns, since he wants to share everything in his life with you (you even are allowed to touch his guitar but only if he‘s with you )

Always offers his joint even tho he knows you usually don’t smoke, when you agree for the first time he‘s shocked asf.

"Oh no…I’ve corrupted my innocent, sweet baby" he says and dramatically puts his hand on his chest

After your first time together you asked him if it was good for him and he looked at you with a "are you fucking serious?“ look on his face…all sweaty and still breathing heavily

"Baby, I think I just died and went to heaven! This was the best fucking Sex I‘ve ever had! And believe me…we‘re not finished yet!"

"What do you mean? You want another round? I came like 4 times Ed‘s!"

"So what? We’ve got all night! Give me 10 minutes and you‘ll cum a 5th time!" He smirks with his eyebrows wiggling up and down

He‘s not just a Sex god, he‘s also the king of aftercare

No matter how tired, sweaty and sticky he is, he‘ll always make sure to get you cleaned up and makes a hot chocolate for the two of you afterwards

When you fall asleep before he comes back he just drinks them himself while holding you in his arms and admiring your face (he‘s so in love)

Sometimes he‘s super scared that you‘ll leave him just like everyone else in his life did before but you remind him daily that you stick to him like chewing gum to his old vans

Let’s you paint his nails, do his eyeliner or play with his hair, even during school sometimes

Passes notes at you during class

"Baby you look so beautiful today and fuck so hot too!?"

You look at him with red cheeks, he responds with a wink

Sometimes you have to stay at school longer so he waits at his hand, until your classes are all done

eddie is practically hanging off of you, his arms wrapped around you from behind, dangling over your shoulders. one of your hands is being held by both of his near the centre of your chest.

it wasn’t a big get-together: just you and eddie, most of the hellfire guys, steve, nancy, and robin. though you’re sure a larger crowd of people wouldn’t have deterred eddie from any PDA when he had alcohol in his system.

though you’re in the middle of a conversation with robin, eddie begins to smack loud, ardent kisses against your cheek until robin feels she has no choice but to cut herself off to acknowledge it.

“-totally disregard the closed sign on the door and bang on it until steve gives in and let’s them in! sometimes they’re just so-okay, i can’t pretend that’s not happening right now, what the hell is he doing?”

eddie didn’t drink like this often; he liked a beer or two, but weed was more his speed. it seemed to slow him down, whereas alcohol tended to speed him up. which, considering eddie’s typical excitable pace, he really didn’t need the alcohol to become more sociable or friendly.

but tonight he’d probably had one too many; having far too much fun challenging steve and gareth to shotgunning contests. you weren’t sure how he kept it down if you’re honest.

you smush your hand over eddie’s face to push him away gently, his nose squishing against your palm. he whines lightly against your hand, disgruntled that you’d interrupted his kisses.

“he’s just-”

eddie redirects his kisses to your hand now.

“-just a bit tipsy, is all.”

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Thread of Gold.

pairing: Patrick Verona x Reader

word count: 1,483

warnings: none.

summary: Patrick and Reader share a moment of direct intimacy in the form of a shower; ‘a thread of gold connected your hearts, drawing both of you closer than any other ever dared to go’.

request: [from anonymous] “can you do a patrick verona x reader where they shower together but its like sweet not smut?”

notes: Hello! Thank you so so much for requesting this! I apologize for how long it took me to complete it, but I hope I did it justice enough that you don’t mind having waited this long haha. This is a more lengthy version of one of my dribbles ‘Invisible String’. If you haven’t read that, I highly suggest that you do! I had so much fun with this piece. Please enjoy!

If you stood completely still, your body from head to toe beneath the gentle shower spray, it felt like you had entered upon a new world. Callused hands pillowed at your sides and rough finger pads kneaded and pressed into your soft skin; a thread of gold connected your hearts, drawing both of you closer than any other ever dared to go.

This, you imagined, was what it would feel like to walk among the clouds. This was heaven.

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hold me close

or: eddie letting you wear his accessories during sex !

a/n: soft sex ! so very soft n loving. just an all around good and emotional tear-filled time. / 0.9k words

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the process is intimate and takes a lot out of him. he’s anxious, you both are. anxious regarding what this might mean for the two of you. what this next step entails. you were so happy when eddie pulled you into his lap and asked you to try something with him, popping the question in between chaste little kisses.

he trusts you and you adore it, accepting each piece with a soft “thank you.” you know how vulnerable he feels without his accessories, you’ve learned to accept that he doesn’t even take them off to shower.

your job is to keep what he gives you safe, wearing his pieces with pride. it drives him crazy, absolutely insane when you look up at him through your lashes like that. thanking him for laying his claim on you. for giving you the most important parts of him.

he’s never done this with anyone before, never trusted anyone enough to share this part of himself. you’ve come to learn that each ring means something much deeper to him, deeper than you previously thought. you want him to be comfortable, want him to know how much you love him, how much this means to you.

the guitar pick necklace goes first, he slips it onto you once he’s got your shirt off, cooing at the way the charm settles in the valley of your breasts. the chain in cold against your skin, eliciting goosebumps that he rubs away with his warm hand. you hook your fingers into the front of his t-shirt and pull him forward, placing a soft peck on the tip of his nose.

eddie giggles at the kiss. and you feel like your heart may give out. it’s a sweet little sound, so innocent. you peck his lips next, basking in the way his mouth curls up into a giddy smile. “thank you eds” you tell him, fiddling with the chain.

he kisses down your sternum next, rubbing circles into the fat of your hip with his hand. he moves onto his rings, crucifix on your pointer, then the pig skull on your middle. he slides the thick metal onto each digit with a small peck to your nailbeds.

you giggle at the gesture, shivering from the ticklish feeling. they’re a bit big on you, the heavy steel charms give into gravity and slip to hang towards the ground. in a burst of confidence, you take both of your ringed fingers and play at the seam of his mouth, urging him to open up.

eddie surprises you, he nips and sucks at the tips of your digits with a grin, sighing at the weight of them on his tongue. you gasp at the wet feeling, gazing up at him from where you lie on your back. he sucks you in all the way to the top end of the matching bands, pulling back and reaching to part your fingers in a V-shape.

he flicks his tongue back and forth between the gap, winking at you.

you inhale sharply, growing hot at what the gesture insinuates.

“perv” you mumble, earning a snicker from the man above you.

eddie’s shirt is next to go, meeting yours in a pile at the foot of his bed. you hook your sticky fingers into the waist of his pants and wiggle them down, helping him get each leg out.

you’re both down to your underwear now, sinking into the plush of his mattress in a loving kiss. you revel in the intimacy of it, how pure his love is for you, how safe you feel in the arms of a man sent to you by the angels above.

the skull ring goes next, the one and only piece of memorabilia he has from his father. you gasp as he slides the jewelry onto your opposite thumb. it fits perfectly around the length of your thickest finger.

“eds..” you whisper, tone wavering. “are you sure bub?”

he smiles down at you, expression pure and full of love.

“why wouldn’t i be?” he assures you.

your bra and panties go next, then his boxers, discarded to the depths of his bedroom floor. you’re grinding up against each other now, grazing your leaking core over his pulsing cock. eddie gasps, little pitiful whines and groans into the fold of your neck, practically sobbing at the stimulation.

it’s what he does next that breaks your heart.

eddie pulls away from you, kneeling tall over your form. you still at the show of dominance, reveling in the way his firm body towers above everything in your line of sight. he brings his hands to his chest and removes the last piece of jewlery. his mother’s ring.

he shushes you before you can protest, slipping it onto your ring finger, eyes never leaving yours. he’s shaking, you realize.

you know what the gesture means. you know exactly what he’s saying when he presses his lips to the gemstone.

your lip wobbles.

“promise me” he pleads. you realize what he’s asking.

“wanna leave this town someday, gonna take you with me.”

you nod , pulling him down so he’s laying on top of you, forehead to forehead. he doesn’t need to say what the gesture implies, you already know.

“f’course sweet boy.” you tell him. basking in the warmth of his body held tight against yours. he goes lax at the admission, reassured by your response. you hear him sniffle.

“you don’t even need to ask eds.”

where in the hell did you find that

summary: you and eddie have secretly been hooking up and of course, dustin and steve get suspicious that you are hiding something and completely invade your privacy to reveal your secret <3

prompts: “i don’t remember that, that doesn’t sound like me” & “recognize this?” “where in the hell did you find that?”

warnings: mentions of sex, make out sesh, language, not proof read!

*this has been one of my faves to write so far!!!*

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You started hooking up with Eddie Munson behind your friends backs two months ago, and they were starting to suspect you were hiding something from them. You never thought you’d be in a relationship like this with Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson, but when you got paired together for an English project, and he started looking a little too hot, you couldn’t resist.

It wasn’t a classic friends with benefits thing. You had clothes and other miscellaneous belongings at each others houses, and Eddie even brought you lunch and dinner occasionally and you would just talk about life. It wasn’t a dating-type thing, but whatever it was, it worked for the both of you.

Your friends started suspecting you were hiding something a couple of weeks ago, more specifically, nosey ass Dustin and Steve. You were going to meet Eddie for a much-needed night together, and apparently, you looked too happy. It made it more suspicious to them when you wouldn’t say where you were going. You said it was none of their damn business and walked out of Family Video. Not your best coverup.

You were currently laying on Eddie’s couch, only in a bra and underwear, blanket over you, while Eddie was making breakfast in the kitchen, only in his underwear. You smiled at him as you watched him make pancakes, surprisingly good at doing so. He looked up, noticing you staring.

“What?” He questioned, smiling.

“Nothing.” You looked away and stared at the TV. “Wanna watch a movie tonight?”

“Let me guess, 'Sixteen Candles’?”

“Shut up.” You told Eddie, laughing and throwing a pillow at him as he walked over to you. He moved the blanket off of you, wrapping it around his back, then laying on top of you. He placed a hungry kiss on your lips.

“I’m surprised you want to go to Family Video with the way those idiots have been hounding you about your secret double life.” Eddie joked. He placed his elbows on the side of you, rubbing your face and playing with your hair with his hands.

“They think I’m hooking up with some mystery college guy. That doesn’t even sound like something I’d do. They’re so dumb.” You said.

“And hooking up with the school’s biggest freak does?” Eddie questioned.

“That’s not what I meant. And I didn’t think we were only hooking up. It doesn’t feel like that’s all this is. If it was, you wouldn’t be making me breakfast or caressing me right now.” You pointed out. Eddie nodded his head, agreeing.

“When you put it that way, I guess you’re right,” Eddie said, kissing your forehead.

“Why, do you only consider us to be fuck buddies?” You were confused and truly hoping he didn’t think that. You shifted, trying to get up. Eddie moved immediately and let you sit up, grabbing the blanket from him.

“Oh my gosh, no, Y/N! I feel the same way you do! I’m sorry, I didn’t phrase that right I guess.” Eddie pulled you on top of him, he peppered you with kisses all over. You giggled and put your lips on his.

“I’m sorry. You know how I am. Queen of overthinking. Can we just eat pancakes now?” You snuggled into his chest, wrapping your arms and legs around his body. He swiftly picked you up, carrying you to the counter and placing you on it. You giggled and smiled the whole time. He hand-fed you a pancake, smiling like an idiot while doing so. Eddie was completely and utterly whipped. Especially after knowing you didn’t consider your relationship just hooking up. How could you keep getting more perfect?

—-

“Hey, Hair! Can I have 'Sixteen Candles’?” You greeted Steve, him rolling his eyes at your nickname for him.

“Again?” He questioned.

“Not you too.” You slipped out.

“Who else makes fun of you for loving that movie?” Steve inquired.

“My mom does, constantly.” You covered.

“Sure.” Steve gave you a suspicious look and got the movie for you. Before you thought you were in the clear, Dustin came into the store. You groaned quietly, not wanting to hear about your secret life. If only he knew it was with his D&D leader and role model.

“Y/N!” Dustin gave you a side hug. “What have you been up to?” He questioned.

“Nothing much, just enjoying my Saturday. I’m going to watch my favorite movie later with some friends.” You told the young boy. “What about you Dusty-bun?” You asked.

“I just invited the Hellfire gang over to hang out tonight at my house, so I’m getting some horror flicks!” Dustin said, excitement in his voice. You lifted your eyebrows.

“Everyone is going?” You questioned.

“Yeah! You can come too if you want, and you too Steve! But I know you think we are a bunch of nerds.”

“Indeed Henderson,” Steve added, handing you your movie.

“Thanks.” You said quietly. “As for tonight, I’ll let you nerds have a night to yourselves. I’ll see you two later.” You quickly left the store, rushing back to Eddie’s. Leave it to Dustin to ruin your movie night.

When you pulled up to his trailer, Eddie was outside, sitting on the steps.

“Hey, I’ve been waiting for you!” Eddie told you, getting up.

“To tell me that Dustin asked you to hang out and so you’re ditching me?” You laughed.

“You’re not mad?” Eddie pulled you to him, kissing your lips lightly.

“No. I know how much he means to you. You can just come by my house afterward.”

“Sounds like a plan gorgeous.”

——-

It hit ten o'clock when all of the Hellfire members left Dustin’s, leaving him, Steve, and Eddie alone. Yes, Steve showed up after Dustin’s begging.

“Did Y/N seem off to you today? She got weird when you said your nerds were coming over here.” Steve asked Dustin. Eddie flipping him off.

“She’s been weird the last couple of months, dude. She sneaks off at school and on the weekends especially. But yeah, you’re right. Every time Hellfire comes up she gets weird.” Dustin agreed.

“Maybe Eddie scares her,” Steve said, laughing. Eddie sarcastically laughed at the statement. Knowing he very much does not scare you…

“We should go check on her. See what’s up.” Dustin said.

“Maybe she just wants some privacy? You two are so fucking nosey.” Eddie told the pair. Steve and Dustin looked at him with blank stares.

“Are you coming or what?”

The three boys hopped in Steve’s car and drove to your house. Eddie couldn’t let them harass you with questions without him there. Luckily, he remembered that your parents went out of town this weekend.

When they got there, you were startled by the headlights but assumed it was just Eddie. When you answered the door and saw Steve and Dustin looking back at you, Eddie behind them, you were very confused.

“Why are you two here?”

“Don’t you mean to ask why the three of us are here?” Dustin picked up on your slip-up immediately.

“I didn’t even see Eddie, sorry.”

“Sure.”

The three boys made their way in, heading towards your room. You prayed there wasn’t anything of Eddie’s visible.

“We wanted to see how you’re doing. We’re worried about you.” Steve explained.

“Seriously? You guys need to stop with that. I am fine!”

“Well just to be sure, let’s watch 'Sixteen Candles’! Even though you probably just got done watching it with friends, right?” Dustin questioned. Gosh, this boy was good.

“They actually canceled. I’ll go make popcorn.”

“I’ll help get drinks.” Eddie followed you out of the room, into the kitchen.

“What the fuck, Eddie?” You whispered.

“They’re mentally deranged! There was no stopping them!” He whisper-yelled back. You took the popcorn out of the microwave and the two of you made your way back to your room. When you entered, Steve and Dustin stood there with huge smirks on their faces.

“What is up with you two?” You questioned. The pair looked at each other and smiled. Dustin suddenly moved his hidden hand out from behind his back, holding a shirt up in the air. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

“Recognize this?” It was Eddie’s shirt. Then, Steve held up a polaroid picture of you and Eddie that you took one night while the two of you were very drunk and very naked. Luckily, the photo didn’t show anything.

“Where in the hell did you find that?!” You practically screamed.

“We looked through your dresser,” Dustin said as if it wasn’t a big deal.

“What the fuck?! You two are insane!” You yelled at the pair. You ripped the shirt and photo out of their hands and hid them away once again.

“Let’s move on to the bigger picture… YOU AND EDDIE?!” Dustin yelled. “I repeat, YOU AND EDDIE?!”

“So what?!”

“It’s Eddie!” Steve argued.

“And?”

“I should’ve known. The first time you saw him at school you mumbled that he could fuck you any time of day.” Dustin told the group.

“I don’t remember that, that doesn’t sound like me.” You said, sheepishly. Kind of embarrassed that Dustin heard you say that, and that he just told Eddie and Steve.

“Yeah, it doesn’t. Which is why I’m very confused.” Steve added.

“Will you two please leave? You’ve done enough for today, thank you. And never go through my shit again. That is so weird.” You told the pair, shaking your head. Dustin had his head down and apologized on his way out, while Steve was glaring at Eddie. When you finally heard the car drive away, you sunk down on the floor, laying there like a dead body.

“I don’t know if I should be utterly pissed or relieved.” You told Eddie.

“I know right. Gosh, I hate them sometimes.” Eddie laid on the floor next to you, planting kisses on your face. “So…” Eddie started.

“So?”

“Since they know we… Can I take you out sometime? Not that I don’t love our dinners and stuff, but I’d like to make this official… if you want…” You smiled at Eddie’s words, sitting up immediately.

“You mean it?” Eddie sat up and pulled you closer to him.

“Of course I do. I don’t know if you are aware, but I’m kinda crazy about you. And I would gladly fuck you any time of the day.” Eddie smirked. You got red in the face.

“I’m kinda crazy about you too.” You replied, kissing Eddie.

“Tomorrow we should go into Family Video making out or something, completely making them regret looking through your stuff,” Eddie said, making you laugh.

“Oh, abso-fucking-lutely.”

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