thinking about eddie loving his hyperfeminine girlfriend..

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You two would be complete opposites. You love pastel and bright colours, lace and bows and pop music. You do cheerleading at school and you’re friends with Chrissy and all of her friends. You have the biggest heel collection in all of Indiana, and you have a thousand plushies on your huge cloud like bed.

You have a smile sweeter than honey and the kindest eyes. Eddie on the other hand always looked a little mad, you called it his resting bitch face. But his entire face lights up when he sees you or even hears your name.

Everyone always expected you to end up with a guy like Jason, or Steve. So it came as a big shock when the students of Hawkins High saw you kissing thee Eddie Munson at a basketball game after your cheer routine. Eddie himself never even thought about someone like you being his type. But ever since he laid eyes on you in junior year, he was completely gone.

He absolutely spoils you with gifts, with the money he earns at the car shop. When he noticed you like little trinkets and gifts he knew he’d need another job, his first ‘job’ being dealing.

You drag him to the lingerie store every other weekend to buy another sexy set. Getting him into the changing room to make out and give him a little show of course. His favorite set is definitely the pink one with white lace and white bows. Whenever you wear it, you know you’re about to have the most amazing sex yet. He convinced you to wear handcuffs around your wrists once during it, pink fluffy ones of course, he couldn’t have his pretty baby get hurt.

He never uses degrading names like whore or slut, he always calls you sweet pet names like doll or sweetie. He made the mistake of calling you a dirty bitch once when you were close to cumming, you immediately cried. So safe to say he learned from that.

He’s been trying to teach you about his favorite bands and about d&d, and how he thinks it’s so cool and how he’s learning Dio’s newest song on his guitar. But all you can focus on when he’s talking about his new campaign or a new artist he discovered, is his soft eyes and how he’s genuinely so interested in all that stuff. You wanna kiss his face all over, he’s just so cute when he’s rambling. He knows you try to understand, but it’s just not your thing. You have a Wham! poster on your door for gods sake.

You absolutely love watching him play guitar though , whether it’s in the Hideout or just in his trailer. It’s so amazing how talented your boyfriend is.

You love him inside and out. You don’t care what other people say, because you know him better than anyone ever will. He’s not scary or mean. He’s loving and warm. And you’ll defend him like your life depends on it.

And he loves all of you, pink mini skirts and all.

“What are you—?” She cuts herself off when they’re suddenly lunging their mouths at each other. “Oh—kay, I’m gonna.” She tosses her thumb over her shoulder.

Joel when you’ve dragged him around a million shops trying to find THE perfect outfit for the party this weekend and you tell him there’s two more floors to go.

Joel when you come out of the fitting room and he likes what he sees but doesn’t want to make it too obvious.

Joel at the food court in the mall during a break in the marathon shopathon listening to you wittering on about matching shoes and purses.

Joel when you ask if he remembers your annoying friend with the huge breasts who’s going to be at the party and is DEFINITELY going to try and flirt with him.

Joel when you ask him if he likes the shoes you’ve picked out and he isn’t sure what the right answer is.

Joel after you’ve dragged him into the fitting room to get his ‘hands on’ advice on your favourite outfit.