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Backseat | Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Hi hello! I am back with an angsty one shot! I have been working hard on some acting projects so I have been a little AWOL! This is a little emo compared to some of the cutesy stuff I have been putting! I am also looking for some oneshot inspo!! If you have any suggestions that you would like to see, my inbox is open!!

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Pairings: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

wc: ~2.8k

Warnings: angst, failed relationships, drunk dialing, mentions of drug use/abuse, toxic relationships, destructive behaviour, hurt/minimal comfort

You felt pathetic for keeping track, but it had been three months and 24 days since Eddie Munson broke your heart. It had been 2 months and 18 days since the burning need for his body to be next to yours turned to embers in the pit of your stomach. You had finally been able to get out of bed and try to move on with your life. A year and a half, and a blooming music career later, it was an excuse of drifting apart - the chance for Corroded Coffin to take off outweighed calling you and partying across the United States overturned your humble plans to take off in the van and see what the world had in store for the money you had saved and the clothes on your back. You loved him so hard it hurt and he threw you away. It took a month and a half for your first collect call from California. You were greeted with a slurred baritone sob and beating of bass in an amp. Your heart continued to break every couple of weekends after a new round of collect calls from new states. Indiana a week ago was the last time you broke. You had driven the 45 minutes to whatever house Gareth had given you the address to - you actually thought that you might still have the scrap paper with the location littered on the floor of your car. Your heart petrified when you peeled the lanky drunken body out of the backseat of your car and stumbled up towards the cement steps to Eddie’s trailer. You felt long fingers clumsily under your t-shirt attached to your waistband. His touch was searing as it brushed your bare skin. A rogue strand of Eddie’s hair had fanned across your face after leading him through the threshold of the dark space. He smelled like whiskey and weed - a combination you had never smelled so strong on him during your time together. 

“Stay” his lips met your ears and his hot breath made you nauseous. 

“Let's get you to bed, Eddie. Please.” You didn’t want it to sound like you were begging, but the air around him felt toxic. You were suffocating and you craved fresh air before he could consume you. Eddie pouted and protested as much as he could, but he was no match for you - barely able to keep his feet under him. You rocked him onto his unmade bed. His room was familiar but stale, as if no one had touched it for months. It sent a pang to your heart. You bent down to take off his dirty combat boots. Eddie's lanky arms took half hearted swings at your body - hoping that one of his fingers may be able to hook onto you and pull you into bed with him. You threw his shoes to the ground and took in the sight of him: the man you thought loved you forever; whom you would love forever, you were sure of it. Eddie’s eyes, now lidded with looming sleep, were framed by red eyelids and purple crescents under his eyes. His already porcelain skin was an impossible pale tone, almost grey. The only flush kissed the apples of his cheeks like you used to. You couldn’t help but wince at the broken man in front of you. You stood in the frame of his bedroom, desperate for him to show any signs of consciousness, for any more pleas for you to stay; You knew if you heard one more protest, you would meet him between his sheets. Silence greeted you, then small rhythmic snores. You trudged to the kitchen and found a glass. You peered at the small blue numbers mocking you from the oven. 4:47am. You cursed under your breath as you walked the glass of water back to Eddie’s cluttered nightstand. You caught yourself peering back at you: an aloof polaroid of the two of you rested next to a pile of cigarette butts and empty cassette cases. You scowled at your naive grin and turned to the front door. 

The lights of Hawkins street lamps were obscured into oblong stars as tears lapped at your face. The burn in your chest was back with a vengeance and you wished that you could either join him back in his bed for the rest of time, or forget that he existed altogether. At least he would call in the morning, you thought. 

Eddie woke up, the afternoon sun warming the tin trailer an extra few degrees. He felt the pool of sweat that often accompanied a morning after. His mouth was dry and he was content to feel his own bed. He rolled onto his other side and dozed back to a lazy sleep; blissfully ignorant of who drove him home last night.

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It had been three weeks and you had moved from grief to anger. You had heard radio silence on Eddie’s end and you were too furious to give him the satisfaction of calling him first.

When your phone stole you from your sleep that night, you knew it could only be one person. The shrill tone clanged in your brain. You grasped at the phone and peered at your alarm clock - 1:35. Am I ready to do this again? No.

“What the fuck? Do you know what time it is?” you yawned. 

“Hey, man. I am so fucking sorry to do this to you. But this shit is getting fucking ridiculous and I don’t know who else to call.” Gareth’s familiar voice rang out behind a cacophony of laughter, music and chatter. “He’s not okay, dude. Our manager is cancelling the last few shows of this tour because Munson decided he doesn’t want to hold his liquor anymore.”

“I can’t fucking do this, Gareth” you surrendered with a sigh, the tightening in your chest feeling fatal. You took the receiver from your ear but the tiny voice trailing from it made you pause.

“He’s just been asking for you. Please” You rolled your eyes as you slipped out of your PJ pants and into your jeans. 

“Where are you?”

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You saw three men plastered on a ratted lawn when you finally drove up to the Cincinnati address Gareth had gotten someone to recite to you over the phone. You spent the hour and a half drive steaming, radio barely over a whisper as you taunted your stupidity all the way there. You scowled at the bodies on the lawn. At least you knew you were in the right place. Beer cans decorated the grass around them like a constellation of stars, the glint of aluminum shining from the porch light. The three figures flinched at your headlights. Two figures got up to meet your impending vehicle, but a third, adorned in a familiar battle vest and converse, stayed glued to the ground. You turned off the ignition and stepped out of your car. Your jaw clenched as you peered to Jeff and Gareth - their faces paled and eyes red, stupefied by multiple substances, or so you assumed - the stench of weed so pungent you could smell it standing 5 feet away from them. 

“We have a place to crash but Tom said that Eddie was too fucked up to stay here.”

“You guys are the fucking worst.” You brushed past them to the pile of bones that was Eddie. 

“Get up Munson. We’re going home,” The pile of man plastered to the lawn moaned out your name, low, shaky, but undeniably your voice. You wanted to cry and scream. You wanted to leave him to sleep in the grass, but your eyes softened when his bloodshot brown irises met your gaze. His face crumpled into a grimace as a slough of apologies littered the air. You bent down to bear the weight of Eddie’s clumsy body. You gestured to Jeff to open your backseat door. He obliged and you folded Eddie into your car. You slammed the door and glared back at the two men standing in the stranger’s driveway.

“I- We’re worried about him” Gareth peeped. 

“He just needs to go home.” Jeff added, neither of their eyes meeting yours. “All he does is get fucked up and talk about you.” You couldn’t retort, your words were replaced with tears. You turned away from them and ducked into the driver’s seat. You looked back at Eddie, brown curls splayed across the seat, legs curled into his chest. He looked so small alone back there; you remembered when his head would have laid in your lap and instead of drunk, you both would be high, set up in the back of his van, looking out onto Lover’s Lake. Your intoxication was enough to lull him into a sleep. You had always felt like home. You had to resist the urge to pull over and crawl into the backseat to hold him one last time. 

The delicate strobe of the highway street lamps woke Eddie from his rest. He groaned as he attempted to sit up, which he found greatly difficult, the alcohol (and god knows what else) affecting his coordination. You peered at him through the rearview mirror. Eddie began mumbling your name. 

“Eddie, just go to sleep, hon. I’m taking you home.” He blew a raspberry at you, eliciting a scoff from your own lips.

“Who the fuck told you to come get me?” he slurred. “I was… fine”

“You were splayed out on some random motherfucker’s lawn. You really expect me to believe that?” Your foot twitched on the gas pedal. 

“Do you love me still?” Still - that word haunted the air. Your lip quivered. Eddie let out a cold laugh.

“Why does it matter, Eddie?”

“Because I could have gone home with anyone” he chortled. “You know how many girls asked for my phone number o-oor to stay the night on tour?” Your cheeks bloomed bright red.

“Why are you telling me this, Eddie?”

“Because it doesn’t matter how many I obliged, you know” he hiccuped. “I didn’t even enjoy their…comany. I just needed to not feel so alone”

“Wow, Eddie. You really know how to talk to a woman” you laughed dryly. You chided yourself. Why did you think it would be any different? Eddie watched your eyes shine bright with budding tears. He tried to speak, to say anything that would stop you from crying, but he couldn’t find the words. The only thing he could find was his own growing sadness. The car was deadly silent for the next twenty minutes.

“Stay with me tonight. Please.” His hands greedily clawed at the back of your seat to give him more leverage to sit himself up. He sang your name to you and the tears finally poured over your lash line. God, you loved his voice. You shook your head, tears finally falling. You were so stupid.

“Don’t cry, doll. Just stay with me.” His calloused thumb swiped at the hair around your collar bone and he placed hot, sloppy kisses to your neck. You flinched away from him.

“Lay back down, Eddie. You don’t know what you’re doing.”

“Tell me you don’t love me anymore in the morning and stay with me tonight.”

“No.” Your voice was firm, but your tears freely flowed. He had you in the palm of his hand and his fist closed, crushing you.

“Y/N, please.”

“I wish you weren’t here.” You wished it wasn’t the truth. You wished it over and over in your bedroom, eyes puffy and sore from crying after another call, or an unsolicited update about how well Corroded Coffin was doing on tour. You wished you had never met Eddie Munson, and let him in to destroy you. Eddie’s eyes clouded with anger and guilt.

“Pull the fucking car over” Eddie’s voice suddenly clearer boomed. Your lip trembled as you signaled to pull onto the empty shoulder. As soon as the car had come to a stop Eddie was out of the vehicle and around to your side of the car.

You stepped out with him and his hands were on your shoulders. 

“Tell me you don’t love me right now.” The man demanded. He looked like a ghost of what was standing in front of you: familiar, but pale and drowned out. Sadder. What used to make Eddie so bright - the dimples in his cheeks, his bright brown eyes - all seemed diluted. You shook your head at him, his frown growing desperate, something else lighting up his eyes. 

“I’ll come home right now if you tell me you love me. And I’ll stay. All I want is you, I fucking swear” you looked in confused surprise. It was tears that were shining in his eyes. He hadn’t barely batted an eye when he broke it off with you; ready to live the rockstar lifestyle. It took him a month to call you, to tell him that he was okay. He moved on with whoever he wanted while he galavanted across the county. He left you here, you had no reason to love him anymore - but you still did. Why did he still care so much? His tears, flowing freely down his chiseled cheeks, scared you. You searched his deep brown eyes for any lies, but found nothing but desperation, need. You hadn’t seen this from him since you first got together: he was being honest with you for the first time in months. But was it good enough?

“You don’t mean that, Eddie.”

“I love you.”

“You don’t love me like I love you.” You yelped, his touch feeling bruising. Eddie’s hands flew to your cheeks, worried that you would slip away into the darkness. “I-it wasn’t supposed to be like this.” you sobbed as the boy used his thumbs to wipe your flowing tears, leaving his own to adorn his cheeks.

“It was supposed to be you and me together in the end. I want you” His voice was barely above a whisper.

“I don’t believe you, Eddie.” Your face grew stone cold. “I’m so fucking tired. Please get in the car.” you turned to open your driver’s door but Eddie stood still. “Or fucking don’t, but I’m leaving.”

The rest of the ride home was filled with longing looks and silent sobs, Eddie distracting you even more since taking residency in the passenger seat. You kept your eyes fastened to the road, but could feel him stare at you the rest of the way home. You didn’t dare look at him in the eyes, you didn’t want to give in again. You had been the loser in your relationship: Eddie left and moved on, and you were stuck here. God you wanted to be high off of  whatever Eddie was, that way you could maybe turn off your brain for a bit. These were not how your drives were supposed to be, you never thought it would be like this: Tense, desperate, heartbroken.  You could barely see the crack of sun leering over the horizon when you pulled up the gravel driveway of the trailer you found yourself at a few weeks prior. Eddie refused to look at you, gaze fixated at the spotlight your headlights cast on his house.

“This can’t be the last time I see you,” Eddie sighed, voice barely above a whisper. 

3 months. 24 days. 13 hours. That’s how long it had been since you kissed Eddie Munson. Your lips begged for him, you felt your whole body magnetize to him. You inched closer to him, his eyes growing with hopeful realization as you stopped just shy of his lips on yours. Your hand extended past his body and to the door handle. You lurched towards him closer as the door popped open, lips mere millimeters from touching, breathing the same air.

“Goodbye, Eddie.” 

You pulled away from the Munson trailer for the last time, still craving the boy’s lips on yours. 3 Months 24 days and 13 hours and you willed your heart to believe this was the last time. You watched Eddie’s figure disappear in the rearview, his body illuminated by your red taillights. 

“Goodbye, Eddie.” You repeated to yourself, hoping for your heart’s sake, that this really was the last goodbye.

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Reentry

A/N: I'm back bitches. Life has been so insane. Like I said in my previous post, I have a 9-5 job and a small business that I'm trying to grow. I just did a 4 weekend Renaissance Faire run, and while that was great, it was also absolutely insane and exhausting. I did nothing but work and restock and try not to make myself sick from overexertion. BUT here we are :) and here's part of that fic I was asking for interest about. I have more parts planned if you're interested, so let me know if you'd like to see more of this world. Love you allllll! - Hy <3

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Summary: While you're working one morning, a new face comes in to get coffee - a face you soon recognize as the guy your friends have been talking about since you moved to Hawkins. He becomes a part of your routine very quickly - and you can't help but feel a fondness to this stranger-turning-friend. Maybe you can help him in this new phase of his life.

Warnings: Mentions of drugs and doing time.

Word Count: ~2k

Even after years of owning your own coffee shop, the one thing you never quite got used to were the early morning hours. You often scheduled yourself for opening shifts, to give your staff breaks and to make sure you were there for the opening of the coffee shop and then later, the bookstore. Two birds, one stone, you supposed. You opened up like usual, your two employees for that morning joining at their appropriate times. Around 7 a.m., things really started to pick up, so you took orders with one of the other girls. When the rush died down, you stayed at the register and let her go on her break. The man who approached you next in line had wild brown curls only managed by the loose bun he had them tied up in, and he wore a worn black leather jacket, ripped black jeans that might have fit him properly in the past, but fell loosely on his figure now, and a concert tee from a show you’d gone to in Indie a few years back. 

“Hi!” You chirped, “what can I get for you?” 

He looked at you, almost spooked, before shaking it off and looking back at the menu, clearly new here. 

“Can I, uh - just get a…” he squinted as if he wasn’t reading it right, “paladin’s brew?”

“You read that right,” you promised with a soft giggle. “Yes, absolutely. Name?” 

He hesitated a moment, mouth opening and closing like he was nervous to tell you. Before he could, you put the pieces together: hair, metal band tee, leather jacket. “Eddie! You’re Eddie! Right?” His eyes widened, once again spooked. 

“Um… yeah. I’m - Eddie, yeah,” he looked around as if to check if anyone else had overheard, but the place was pretty empty for the moment. You couldn’t know it, but he was freaked out that maybe his reputation had continued to spread even in his absence. “Eddie the-”

“The DM, right? We have mutual friends. They speak so highly of you, seriously!” 

He was taken aback by the way you spoke to him and about him, and was suddenly very curious.  “You’re the girl Gareth told me about, uh…” he snapped his fingers as he tried to remember your name, and got it right on his first try. “Hard to forget,” he added. That made you smile, and you pointed at the pastry display.

“Pick something, please,” you insisted with a smile, and he hesitated before choosing one of the stuffed cookies. “This one’s on the house. As a welcome home gift. Did you wanna pick out a book, too? I don’t imagine you got to read any recent releases.” 

He started to protest the kindness, not wanting to cause a fuss, but you stood firm. 

“Are you sure your boss is cool with you doing this for me?” He worried. 

“I assure you, the boss would want you to choose a book for yourself,” you promised, a tad amused, and he eventually gave in, sheepish. You finished up his coffee and bagged his now-warmed cookie, and walked around the counter to walk him into the bookstore, unlocking the door that connected the two shops. 

He looked around when he walked in, entranced by the decor and sheer amount of books. He hadn’t seen something like this in almost five years. He hadn’t even told his friends he’d gotten out this morning, having wanted a moment to himself before everyone undoubtedly would make a big deal of him being home. After the constant vigilance of a prison, the idea of being alone was something that attracted him very much, so when you closed the door to the bookstore behind you both, he looked at you, puzzled. 

“Not open to the public yet,” you shrugged with a smile, “but you’re welcome to browse all you want. I’ll be right here.” 

You grabbed a book from behind the register and took a seat on a plush couch, opening up your book to read while he got to take in the place himself. You let him wander away through the shelves, occasionally looking up at him curiously. He was prettier than you’d imagined. Your friends didn’t have very many photos of him, and the ones they did were from high school. Sure, you’d imagined he’d still be pretty, but not nearly this pretty. He caught you watching him at one point, and flashed you a sheepish but grateful kind of smile, and you couldn’t help but smile back before burying your nose in your book again to hide the shame of being caught staring.It took him about fifteen minutes of perusing before he peeked out at you from behind a shelf. “Shit, am I keeping you from your job?” He asked, concerned, and you just shook your head.

“Nah, take your time. I have all the time in the world. Trust me. There’s so much to look through, please don’t rush. Find a good book, or a couple.” Your nose scrunched a little when you smiled at him, and he noticed, and it made him smile. 

He nodded, and went back to his search. It was another twenty minutes before he came back over quietly, holding two books. “I can’t choose between these two. Choose for me?” 

He showed you his options, and you pursed your lips as you considered, “I think you should take both.”

“But-”

“I insist,” you smiled at him, grabbing a cloth tote back from the register area, and opening it for him. “Take ‘em both. Don’t worry about it.” 

The way he looked at you made it all worth it. He put the books into the bag gingerly and took it, holding it close like it was something precious. His cookie was eaten and his coffee cup empty, so you extended a hand for his trash. “And a refill for the road?”

“No, I can’t put you out like that,” he shook his head. “I really can’t.” 

You bumped his hip with yours gently, “consider it a welcome home. Just don’t make it a habit of having to come home from prison, yeah?” You tried to make a joke, and for a moment feared it fell awfully flat, but then you heard his warm laughter, and that made you smile really big.

“I- yeah. Okay, I can agree to those terms,” his eyes crinkled with his smile, and you led him back into the cafe before refilling his coffee and sliding it across the counter. “Thank you,” he told you simply. “For everything. I’ll, uh… I’ll see you at the next movie night I’m told we apparently have,” he gave a face that showed he had no idea what the current hangout habits were. You just giggled and waved.

“Yeah, Eddie. I’ll see you there. Come by anytime.”

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It didn’t take that long for you to see Eddie again. In fact, instead of waiting to see him when you saw your friends, you barely had to wait at all. Two days later, he showed up in the morning, for another cup of coffee. He looked sleepier this time, still in his leather jacket, ripped jeans, and a band t-shirt, though this time it was a band you’d heard of but weren’t super familiar with. When he saw you, he smiled, eyes lighting up a bit, with the warmth of recognition gleaming in them. “Hi. I couldn’t stop thinking about that coffee, so… I’m back,” he told you, and you couldn’t help your beaming smile back.

“So are you getting the same as last time? Or do you wanna try something new?” 

He chewed on his lip as he considered it, and let out a hum. “I think… um… maybe something new. Five years of repetition is enough,” he nodded decisively, and it made you smile. 

“Something new. Well, if you liked the Paladin brew, I think you’ll really like the Salty Bard. It uses the same base espresso, but it’s got a salted caramel twist to it,” you told him, already getting everything ready to make him his drink. 

He agreed with an intrigued look, and you prepared his drink while trying to make conversation - who he’d seen so far, how his return to real life was treating him. You learned that he’d only really seen his band and Dustin, but that he figured they’d want to throw him some kind of homecoming soon. You kept quiet, but you had heard rumors of a homecoming dinner party yourself, when Dustin had stopped by the day prior to borrow a book you’d promised him.

When he had his drink in hand, you also handed Eddie a new pastry to try. You’d allowed him to pay for his coffee, so he started to pull out his wallet and you refused. You had something of a silent battle of wills staring contest, but you did ultimately win, and he sipped gratefully at his coffee while snacking on the muffin top you’d given him. You were going to take your break to chat with him, but as the foot traffic in the shop increased, so did his discomfort, until he excused himself to go about his day. You noticed, but didn’t comment. 

Eddie’s visits became something regular. Two weeks into his being home, you’d seen him every other day, almost like clockwork. It was like he knew when the shop was slow, because he only ever appeared when it wasn’t busy. Until the one Saturday he arrived, looking disheveled. He had on his usual leather jacket, faded blue jeans, and a black band hoodie, hands stuffed in his hoodie pocket. You quickly hopped behind the register to take his order before the group of teens waiting in line, but thankfully they were too distracted chatting with one another to really notice. 

Eddie’s curls were falling out of his bun, but he made no move to fix the hairdo, just sighing when he got to the register. He’d tried all of the coffee options, so he was starting to make his way through the teas now. “Surprise me?” He requested softly, and you couldn’t help but smile and comply. 

“You look frazzled,” you said, not unkindly, as you tried to make conversation while making his drink. 

He let out an amused huff and sighed. “That obvious?” 

“You’re here when there are people around, for one,” you point out with a smile, “and your bun is coming loose. I’m no detective, but I can sense a change in pattern when I see one.” He stuffed a dollar in the tip jar, and nodded silently. You didn’t push, just waiting as you prepared his drink. It was a beat before he finally spoke up.

“I have a job interview later, bartending at a place nearby. The only place willing to interview me. And I’m trying not to lose my shit about it. Cause I can only couch surf for so long, you know?” He pulled his hair tie out and ran a hand through his messy curls, before pulling them up again, neater this time. “People aren’t exactly lining up to hire a convict.” 

Your heart tugged at the insinuation that he was somehow less than, and you pursed your lips. “Why don’t you interview here? We’re hiring openers.” 

He looked back up at you curiously, like you were suggesting something entirely insane. “You sure the boss would want me around paying customers? Half this town still thinks I’m some kinda drug dealing cult leader. Is that who your boss wants making coffees and taking orders?”

“A reformed drug dealing cult leader, that’s how you sell it,” you teased, to which he cracked a smile. “Besides, I promise, the powers that be here? They don’t care about your reputation or what people think of you. If you’re interested in interviewing… just let me know. We can schedule something.” You slid his drink to him and he raised it in quiet thanks.

“Yeah, I’ll… I’ll think about it. I’ll definitely think about it. Thank you,” he offered you a soft sort of smile, before heading out the door.

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Loved and Lost | Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

A/N: I got a cute little request that ended up becoming a full ass one shot (I told you all I am a yapper!). I hope you enjoy! Like always, the title is a working title and if you can think of one that better suits this story, PLEASE let me know! I am so sleep deprived and I have no creative juices left!

Content Warnings: My blog is 18+ so MDNI! fluffy fluff! friends to strangers to lovers, pining, hurt/comfort (if you squint), a little bit of idiots in love maybe, mentions of anxiety, kissing, straddling, crying and swearing. Use of Y/N, This has NOT been proofread

W/C: ~7.3k (LMAO just when I thought I was getting better at shorter fics)

Masterlist

It had been three years since you moved out of Forest Hills Trailer Park and two years since you had hardened your heart to Eddie Munson. 

Once one of the only people who would follow Eddie around like a puppy, the two of you were inseparable. Hawkins Elementary and Secondary had never seen such a dynamic duo. Eddie, the fearless leader scrounging for any adventure he could take you on; and you, a quiet artistic daydreamer that would rather listen to Eddie read you the Hobbit, but you followed with your clammy hand in his. You would draw him new character sketches from the DnD guide he stole from a garage sale; he would always beam at you after you had finished a new doodle for him. My own custom DnD guide! The teachers would joke that they would be seeing your wedding announcement in the Hawkins Post in two decades; you would stop and chide them for such comments if you didn’t secretly wish it was true. You were only 14 when your friendship was at its prime, and you guessed you assumed that every girl with a boy best friend eventually had an innocent crush on their counterpart. 

It was the summer going into freshman year where your world felt like it had an anvil dropped on it. Eddie and you had grabbed your beat up bikes and ended up in a young Tommy Haye’s acreage - fire booming and smuggled beers warming on a rotten picnic table. You and Eddie were giddy - technically your first high school party. The night ended in you throwing up on Bobby Wilkinsons shoes, heart swollen with ache and liver refusing the excess alcohol you had drank. Eddie’s night, on the contrary, ended with him losing his virginity to Lisa Hamilton - one of the most popular girls at Hawkins Secondary - after a rather rousing game of 7 minutes in heaven. You didn’t even get a turn, leaving the circle after Eddie and Lisa had come back from behind the bushes, cheeks flushed and lips kiss-swollen. Eddie took a proud seat beside you and nudged your arm. You couldn’t be there. You trudged to the front of the house, expelled anything that would come out of your stomach and wobbled away on your bike. You let your tears drag down your cheeks as you rounded into the gravel roadway of the trailer park. You threw yourself on your bed, wishing that this was all a bad dream you could wake up from. 

Eddie had tried to call you for days after, but you left him unanswered; Begging your parents to tell Eddie you were sick or busy, even when he came knocking on your front door. 

Everything fell apart two days later. Your mother told you that your summer would consist of chores at your grandmas in Arkansas and when you came back, the familiarity of the trailer park was replaced with a small house on the outskirts of town.

Eddie tried calling you, to the lack of your knowledge, almost every day. Your parents relayed that you weren’t home, but even when your mom gave Eddie your grandma’s number, you still heard radio silence from your supposed best friend. He saw the for sale sign in front of your lot and took the hint that you didn’t want to see him again. You often replay that summer in your head and wish how different things could have been. You wished you wouldn’t have been so stubborn, you wished your parents told you he called, you wished that you called him from away - you knew his number almost by heart. You wished that when you came back you knocked on his door and told him how you felt; the summer away only strengthened the love you had for him. You realized too late that you would rather have Eddie as a friend than not in your life at all. You biked to Hawkins High, a much longer (and lonelier)  trek than from the trailer park. You watched Eddie fall to the bottom of the social hierarchy throughout freshman year while you found your comfortable group of friends in the art club.

But it was too little too late, three years had gone by and you had barely spoken a single word to the metalhead. 

You admired him from afar, appreciating how the past few years had shown on him. His jaw had sharpened as he lost his childlike cheeks. His Adam's apple bobbed and you could see some stubble lining his chin every once in a while. The Eddie that used to be your friend had shoulder length, frizzy curls; but as his hair grew, his curls tamed and framed his angular face beautifully. The cupid’s bow that shaped his adolescent lips filled out with his face and although he was still lanky, a layer of muscle had formed around his limbs. The doodles that he drew on his skin during grade 7 math had become permanent fixtures, but the old casio watch that he had gotten when he turned 12 remained on his left wrist. It was an odd feeling of melancholy, still feeling like you knew so many things about the stranger that passed you in the hallway.

Him and Lisa didn’t last, especially after Eddie’s descent into social suicide. They paraded with hands interlocked until Lisa made the cheer team and Eddie joined Hellfire. You watched Eddie’s bright eyes dulled and you watched the toll of social ostracization weigh Eddie down. You hadn’t seen him with another girl since. It had been two and a half years and part of you hoped Eddie hadn’t been with another girl, not like your opinion mattered.

You sat yourself at a corner table in the library and pulled out your walkman. You placed your headphones over your ears as you grabbed your notebook and pencil. The sounds of your newest mixtape drowned out the buzz of the fluorescent lights and chatting students. You absorbed your whole mind into your work - you had begun a new commission that you received at the Hawkins Farmers Market last weekend. It was your own way of making money and staying independent in a world that felt like it was starting to strangle you more and more. You had been saving up to buy an old van and go across the country - or even just away from here - and making your art. You slipped the crinkled photo of the border collie you were commissioned to draw and smiled back at the bright eyes in the photo.

You didn’t hear anyone approaching at first, the loud synth of the Eurythmics drowned any noise. It was just you and the pup you were tasked to draw. It wasn’t until you felt a knock on the side of the table that you jolted your headphones off your ears. Your eyes stayed wide in bewildered surprise of who stood over you. You cleared your throat hastily and squeaked out a small apology. A lopsided (albeit, nervous) smile glinted back at you, a sight that you truly thought you would never be on the receiving end of.

“That looks amazing,” the baritone voice quipped. You could barely will your voice to work.

“Thanks, but I just started… I have lots of work to do on it.” You couldn’t help but fix your eyes to the paper in front of you. 

Weight shifted in front of you and a ringed hand pulled out the chair across from you. He waited to sit, giving you the opportunity to tell him to go away if you really wanted to. You gestured your hand as an invite for the figure in front of you to sit. His brown eyes studied you carefully as you heard the chains adorning his hips clanged against the wooden frame.

“What can I do for you, Eddie?” saying his name felt foreign, but familiar at the same time. Were you in an alternate timeline where you and Eddie speak? Eddie sighed in a poor attempt to loosen the knot in his chest. He knew that you were the last person you expected to talk to, and although he felt anxious, he didn’t feel unwelcome.

“Well, I was wondering if I could get your help with something…” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“See, we just finished a really grueling DnD campaign, the Hellfire guys and I, and I really wanted to get them something special. So, I was wondering, if I gave you their character sheets and descriptions, if you could make them some artwork of their characters? I would pay you, of course, and if it makes it easier, I can help you with any details or anything else that you may need. I just really want to do something nice for them. For a lot of them, it’s their last campaign.” You listened deeply to Eddie’s proposal. Although you refused to show it on the outside, your heart constricted at his thoughtfulness. It also panged with melancholy, as you wished that he would have done something that heartfelt for you; maybe things would have been different.

“That’s really nice, Eddie.” Your brain was telling you no, that this was a sure-shot way to get your heart broken into a million pieces again. But your heart soared, it just felt right. “Sure, I’ll help you. When do you need them?”

“You are the best, duckie. Thank you” Eddie beamed. Duckie. The nickname he gave you in fourth grade. Because you won’t stop squawking, he had joked. Eddie’s face matched yours: a mix of horrified surprise. “Y/N, I… I’m sorry, I don’t know where that came from” you waved him off. 

“I could get them done by next week, depending on how many characters there are. “ Eddie felt like he could lunge across the table and kiss you, but he settled for messily scribbling onto a rogue sticky note sitting by your pencil case and sticking it to the table near your hand.

“Here’s my phone number in case you have any questions, or if you wanna come over and look at some of the other resources I have. But, I can toss you over those character sheets tomorrow, if that’s okay.” The boy seemed to talk a mile a minute. Not much has changed, you thought. You gave him a nod and a curt smile. Eddie backed away giddily, barely able to take his eyes off of you and almost running into several carts and shelves of books. 

“Oh! And you name your price, Du- Y/n. Whatever you want, you got it” Eddie all but skipped out of the library and you cradled your head in your hands, finally able to fully exhale.

Fuck.

You slouched into school the next morning, already wishing the day was over. You had finished the rest of your commission that evening, staying up late into the hours of the morning to finish it. You didn’t know if it was your anticipation of pouring time into Eddie’s commissions, or the procrastination of sleep and preventing your brain from thinking about the way Eddie looked at you like he did when you were in eighth grade, but you worked far beyond when you would have normally called it for the night. Small crescents formed above your cheeks and the May sunshine stung your eyes. You opened your locker to a manila envelope that had been slid through the top of your locker. You opened the envelope to a collection of chicken scratch on grid paper. The contents smelled suspiciously of weed and as you pulled out some of the papers, you could see the remnants of pizza grease on some of the writings. You couldn’t help but smile, knowing that memories were made over these papers. Victories were celebrated and losses recouped. There was love and care in these pages like these imaginary people were real. Your brows furrowed as you saw a green bill and a note paperclipped to it. You pulled it out and studied it carefully, astonished that you were holding a one hundred dollar bill in your hands. You removed the note and read it carefully.

A Deposit. -E

You folded the bill and put it in your jean pocket, slamming your locker shut once the character sheets were secured inside. You made your way down the hall and around the corner to the drama room. You peered inside to see a flurry of black and white raglans and mop heads of hair. You walked up to the boy you were searching for, perched on the only throne around the oak table full of maps and figurines. 

“Eddie, I-I can’t accept this.” You pulled the bill from your pocket and extended your hand towards him. Multiple eyes had made a confused purchase on you, a stranger, walking into their space and talking to their DM. Eddie quickly stood and led you out of the room, his hand hovering over the small of your back. When you were out of earshot from the rest of the club, Eddie sighed at you.

“It’s payment. I need to pay you.” He stated plainly.

“This is more than I would ever charge you” you insisted, pushing the bill into his hand. Eddie grabbed your wrist and hastily turned your palm upward. Your skin erupted in heat where he had grabbed you. His ringed hand folded over yours, slotting the money back into your grip.

“Sweetheart, I insist.” His eyes were warm, but firm. The familiarity of Eddie’s hard headedness reminded you that you were not going to win this fight. You looked deep into his eyes, a final challenge to get him to take the money back; but he was decided. You still knew that once Eddie Munson had made up his mind, no one could change it. 

“You don’t have to do this, Eddie. I wasn’t going to charge you at all.” Eddie scoffed at you. 

“Why the hell would you do that? You’re not doing that for free. You don’t owe me anything.” Eddie’s voice was unfamiliar, reminding you that after all that you had been through, he really was just a stranger in front of you. Maybe he didn’t feel the pull that you did, but it just seemed right to do the project. It felt right to do something for him.

You sighed in defeat and pulled your hand away from Eddie’s. You peeped a small alright before turning around and retreating to your locker. Eddie watched you turn away, his hand already missing the feeling of touching you again. He wanted to run after you so badly, just to bask in your presence a little longer, but suddenly, his feet were made of lead. 

-

You spent the next three days combing over all of the details of the five characters in front of you. You had so much detail, the boys of Hellfire meticulously pruning all details they possibly could. They made your job easy, but your anxiety wracked your brain. What if you were missing something big? Something you didn’t see but they all knew? You couldn’t lie to yourself, the second that Eddie had given you his phone number, every fibre of your heart wanted to call him. Now that you actually had a reason to, could you bring yourself to do it? You groaned in frustration after staring at the phone for 20 minutes. Fuck this, You thought. You hastily grabbed the mustard yellow receiver and spun Eddie’s numbers across the rotary. You bit down on your lip as the dial tones droned through your ears. Finally, you heard a raspy breath on the other side of the line. It took Eddie two hellos for you to will yourself to say something.

“E-Eddie, hi, sorry, it’s uh… It’s me - Umm, it’s Y/N” 

“Yeah, Hey.” Eddie responded coolly. It took everything in his power not to add how badly he wanted you to call him and how happy you finally had. “What’s going on?”

“Well, I have finished some beginning sketches for the characters, but I am worried I’m missing something. I was wondering if I could run these by you before I start the final drafts of them?” You wished you stopped talking there. You wished you waited for Eddie to respond, but your body hijacked your common sense. “I could bike over and show you-”

“Woah, woah, duckie. You don’t need to bike over” Your heart was in your ass. How could you be so stupid? Eddie wasn’t your friend. He was a customer. You were a transaction. This was nothing but a business interaction. You wished you could go back to three days ago and say no to him so this conversation would have never happened. You could have gone back to admiring and cheering on from afar, Eddie could have stayed a distant memory of what could be. 

“I’ll come get you. Let me know where you are and I’ll be there in 10.”

-

You sat on your front doorstep and waited for Eddie to pull up. You sat up straight when you heard a rattling muffler and Ozzy Ozbourne’s wailing voice turn onto your street. You hastily looked at your watch - 10:47pm, the dusk of Hawkins’ evening fading into night. You worried your neighbours would complain about the noise, so you trudged down your small driveway to meet the oncoming van at the curb. Eddie screeched to a halt at your feet and greeted you with rosy cheeks and a wide smile. 

“Hop in!”

The ride back to Eddie’s trailer was filled with comfortable silence. Your heart thumped as you bobbed your head to the next Ozzy track that played and you rounded the familiar roads that led you back to your childhood. It felt odd being back, but you also felt like you were transported to the past, like nothing had changed between you and Eddie. You were both still 14 and stealing beers from the Wilkinsons’ outdoor fridge, sneaking out to sit on Eddie’s trailer roof and watch the sunrise. You felt the nerves you did the first time you drew the head of curls that sat across from you, the boy that would silently read with you, or got you high for the first time.

“It looks the exact same” you peeped fondly as you pulled in front of the Munson trailer. 

“Yeah well you know Wayne and I aren’t the interior decorator types.” You giggled and Eddie’s smile got impossibly wider.”I didn’t think you’d remember what it looked like.”

You allowed Eddie to lead you up the cement steps to his front door. He held the flimsy screen open for you as you stepped through the threshold of the outside world and into a place you used to call your second home. Everything was the same. You ran your hand over a shelf of mugs fondly, and eyed family photos that had collected dust over years of watching the household grow up and old. Eddie took joy in watching you rediscover, reminding yourself of the memories these walls held. He thought of them and you frequently; too scared to ask you to reminisce with him, but overjoyed that you were now back in his space. 

“So,” he sat on the couch in front of the shabby coffee table. “Show me what you got” Eddie couldn’t help the teasing grin that spread across his face. Out of his surprise, you gave him a shy smile back. You sat beside him and unsheathed your drafts from your notebook.

“So, this is what I have so far. You guys made amazing character sheets - gave me a lot to work with. But I just wanted to make sure that I got all the details right, that someone wasn’t imagining something looking like something else and….” Your voice muffled as Eddie stared at the pieces of art that blessed his table. His plump lips turned into a small ‘oh’ and his eyes widened, desperate to take in every detail of the work you had created. His eyes only soften when he turns to you, heart swelling as he watches your eyes shine with fervent inspiration. You reminded him how smart you were, how detail oriented you were. How absolutely brilliant you were. He admired the way your cheeks flushed pink as you went through your process. Eddie couldn’t help but look at your lips. He could lean over and kiss you, you were so close. 

“Eddie?”

“Huh?”

“I said, what do you think?” You looked to him, brows furrowed in anxiety.

“If these are just the drafts, I can’t even imagine how amazing the finals are going to look.” You sighed and let out a small laugh in relief. 

“Alright, tell me what you want to change.”

Eddie spent the last hour and a half telling you about the progression of his campaign. It was your turn to admire the feverish storyteller in front of you. Eddie always had a way with words and with people. It didn’t surprise you at all that he had formed such a tight knit group to play with. You had seen the freshmen of his troupe follow him around Hawkins like little minions, but you could tell he cared for them greatly. Eddie’s eyes shone and his hands waved around as he shifted his weight to face you on the couch. He brought out his DM guide to show you some of the monsters in his new campaign when you felt your cheeks go hot. While Eddie absently flipped through pages, you saw your early works lining the page. You shook your head in awe: Eddie Munson was still using the Dungeon Master’s guide that you had customized for him half a decade ago; before there was Hellfire, or a campaign, it was you and Eddie in his bedroom flipping through the book in awe. Your drawings were secured with colorful tape that you had found in Wayne’s old toolbox - the colours now faded, but still recognizable to you.

You looked up to the metalhead, eyes full of tears. Eddie’s words caught in his throat as he looked at you.

“Duckie, what’s… What’s wrong?” He threw the book to the table and studied your face carefully. 

“The… your guide.” it's all you had to say before Eddie’s eyes shone with tears like yours. It’s all you could handle to say and it was all he could manage to hear. There was a heaviness, an understanding between the two of you: mutual regret. Longing to touch, to say all the things that you wished you could do the past three years. 

“Why would I get another one when this is the best one I could ever get?” You flash Eddie a heartbroken smile. You missed him so much. You looked down to your drafts, now dotted with notes and circles of small adjustments. You knew you were here for a job, but the boy in front of you understood as well as you did. You being here just felt right.

“Oh fuck.” Eddie exclaimed. “It’s almost 1 am…” he looked down at his wrist. You looked at him in panic.

“Damn it, my mom is gonna kill me.” You scrambled to pick up the loose drawings and shove them back into your notebook. Eddie was up on his feet by the time you were packed up.

“Come on, let’s get you home.”

The streetlights highlighted Eddie’s complexion every couple of seconds and you couldn’t help but admire the man that was sitting beside you. He had shed his battle vest and leather jacket and donned a black hellfire crewneck. His black jeans had been traded for a pair of sweatpants and his hair frizzed lightly around his pale complexion. His neck bobbed as he idly drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. He had looked at you and smiled, but he seemed deep in thought. He was a beautiful mystery giving you a vulnerable flash every few seconds. Eddie nibbled at his bottom lip as he turned onto your street, music down low as not to wake any neighbours. The van puttered into park in your driveway and the console light flicked on as Eddie turned the keys to quiet the engine. Your eyes found each other and although the threat of getting busted loomed just 10 feet away, you were stuck under his gaze; his silent pleas for you to stay just a moment longer beating out the need to leave. The two of you plunged into darkness as the light dimmed again, seemingly pulling you from your trance. 

“I-I should go.” You whispered. Eddie nodded solemnly.

“Thanks again, duckie. You’re really going above and beyond. The guys are going to love them” You flash Eddie one more smile as you turn and open the door. You turn to close the door, the light illuminating your frame one last time. 

“Thanks for the ride, Eddie, and for your help with the drawings.” There was a force dominating you, refusing to let you close the door just yet. You let Eddie drink in the sight of you one last time before you begrudgingly peeled your eyes off of him and shut the door carefully. Eddie watched you retreat into the darkness of your house and out of sight.

Eddie Munson didn’t cry. He rarely kept his emotions on his sleeve. But Eddie Munson missed you, arguably the best thing to ever happen to you.

He let the tears flow down his hot cheeks until he was back in his own driveway.

-

Eddie’s dreams were haunted by you. Your lips that so slightly turned up into a smile to the point where your eyes crinkle. He missed your laugh. He was so perplexed how someone who now, surely, was a total stranger also felt like home. He dreamed of your arms around his neck, your pillowy lips pressing into his. His dreams tormented them, feeling too real. He woke up with a gasp, the ghost of you lingering on his skin. He flopped his messy curls back down on his pillow.

-

You were in a similar state. Eddie’s hands on yours lingering in your subconscious. It was unbelievable how the boy made you feel like nothing had changed between the two of you; but you felt the tension between you pulling tighter. You dreamed about being in Eddie’s van mere hours ago. Your mind wandered about how easy it would have been to fall into his arms and let him envelop you in his embrace. You wondered what Eddie’s mouth tasted like. Was he still smoking? You imagined a mix of smoky weed and sweet cinnamon gum - at least that’s what he used to chew all the time when you were friends. Your mind drifted back to the toothless grin that met you in the third grade, how his curls bounced like he did on the balls of his feet. His big brown eyes were as bright as they were today, but his dusting of freckles were much more prominent when he was younger.

When you woke up, you felt a deep pain in your chest. Longing. Instead of attempting to lull yourself to sleep, you kicked your bedding off of your legs and shuffled over to your desk. You plucked your lamp on and spread out five pieces of watercolour paper and brought out your scribbled drafts. The flames of your desire were fed in your dreams, so if you sat up and worked on the character portraits, you could stoke the heat growing in your belly. 

-

The rest of the week was full of stolen glances and secret smiles. You had slept little, pouring your heart and soul into your commission; the feeling that this was the most important commission you would ever make. A small barrage of notes found their way into your locker. 

Hope your day is going well 

Can’t wait to see your work!

Duckie, a pick me up. You look like you need it. Attached to the note was a five dollar bill. On it, ‘for coffee’ was scrawled on Lincoln’s forehead. You couldn’t help but giggle.

The end of Friday found you in the library, taken up in your usual corner, adorning your headphones and new mixtape. Eddie took you by surprise, but unlike the previous week, his advances weren’t unwanted. As the boy took a seat across from you, you scrambled to cover your progress.

“Eddie! It’s supposed to be a surprise!” You scolded. Eddie's lips curved into a mischievous grin.

“I know, I’m sorry sweetheart. I’m just excited… I also just wanted to double check if you were able to get that coffee earlier, or if you needed water or anything.” Your eyes shot up to Eddie’s quizzically. His eyes bored into yours, a wash of concern veiling his face.

“Y-yeah, Eddie. I got my coffee.” You turned to your bag and shook your water bottle at him “And I got this, so I’m good.” Eddie shook his head at you.

“Actually, I’m glad you’re here.” You said. Eddie’s heart stopped at your comment. “I think I only need another day for these bad boys. Do you… can I drop them off on Sunday? I know you guys hold meetings on Sundays sometimes, so I could come by so you don’t have to wait to give them to the guys.” You bit your lip in anticipation. The library was all too quiet; the air thick with need. Eddie flashed you a lopsided smile.

“You know you’re amazing, right?” Eddie cooed.

“Huh”

“You’re just - I dunno. The best person ever. You always have been. It’s crazy to me.” Eddie stood up to leave before he did anything that you would regret. “Sunday is amazing, sweets. I’ll see you then,” he turned to flash you finger guns. “Breakfast at mine as a thank you. Hope you like pancakes!”

Like the hurricane he was, Eddie spun out of the library and down the hall. You let out a shaky exhale, grin plastered to your face. Eddie’s stride quickened as he all but skipped down the hallway while your heart skipped a beat.

-

You took up your regular posting at the Bloomington farmers market. Postcard drawings of Downtown Hawkins and canvases of Indiana florals scattered your booth. You had taken refuge on the small chair, adding the final details to your commissions. You were surprised at how well the characters turned out. The tough watercolour paper took beautifully to the brown stain you added to them. The bright purples, blues and greens of skin colours and cloaks almost jumped off the page. You smiled down at your creations and your heart fluttered. 

The last hour of your posting was always the slowest. You decided to pack the wares you had left into your portfolio. You decided to browse the farmers market. You rarely did so, chiding yourself and spending the money you had intended to make for the day; but something pulled you through the quaint aisles. You passed dry flowers, homemade jams and a deli. You threw a polite wave to the regulars that you saw selling almost every weekend. You halted in front of a vendor you hadn’t seen before. The small banner placed in front of their booth read “Warp Comics and Sci Fi Store” in flashy font. You saw rows of comic book figurines in shiny plastic. Beside the stall, a bookshelf of Marvel Comics and used sci fi books. Posters and magnets lined the shelf and you smiled at the creature of the black lagoon magnet staring back at you. It was the first horror movie you had ever seen - watching it in Eddie’s trailer at the innocent age of 10. You had nightmares for a week after, in which your only solace was to call Eddie. He would lie and say that he couldn’t sleep either to make you feel better. Your eyes wandered across the table to a display of Dungeon Master’s guides. In front of it, an array of plastic boxes holding assorted dice. You found it hard to believe you needed so many different types of dice to play a seemingly simple game, but you picked up a box full of crystalline dice. They shimmered in the afternoon sunlight and you couldn’t help the small gasp of wonder at how beautiful the dice looked. You would hesitate to use these in a game, preferring to set them out like beautiful miniature art sculptures. You ran your hands across the other boxes and your heart stopped beating altogether. You opened the top of the box to take a better look. You saw an array of ruby and black marbled dice, each facing outlined in a dark metal. The numbers peered up at you in shiny gold paint.

“How much are these?” you asked politely.

“40” the man behind the stall grunted. You happily pulled out your wallet and slid two twenties across the stall with a small thank you. You closed the box and carefully put it into your bag.

-

The bike from your house to Eddie’s was not long, but your stomach churned at every street you passed. You wished that you were pulling into the gravel driveway already, but also prayed that each moment on your ride would last an hour. You were prepared: each character portrait wrapped in tissue and slotted carefully into a letterbox to protect it during your ride. You had signed the corner of each creation and reviewed Eddie’s feedback several times. The extra rattling coming from your bag added to the rattling in your bag. That night you had spent hours pacing around your room, flipping between regret and excitement to the ruby dice you now possessed. You tried to rationalize why you bought them, but you had no explanation. It just felt right. You were so confused, your brain and heart waging war in your body. 

Eddie had barely slept, too anxious for your arrival and that he wouldn’t wake up in time to get himself ready. He wondered what you would wear, your uniform often consisting of a flannel and jeans or shorts. He kicked himself for not picking you up, but he didn’t want to seem desperate. He looked at himself in the mirror in his room and smirked: he was the epitome of desperation. He hopped in the shower and detangled his curls. He looked at his bare body in the mirror and a wave of embarrassment coursed through him. If you were here right now, would you like what you saw? He groaned and shook his head as he slid on his boxers. He paced back to his room and threw on his nice jeans then immediately looked into his mirror. With a horrified scowl he threw the jeans off and put on his favorite pair - he didn’t want to scare you off. He dabbed his bare chest with his cologne before slipping on his Dio tee. He gave his chocolate waves one last scrunch and exhaled. That was as good as it was going to get. 

Your bike groaned to a halt in front of Eddie’s humble trailer. You traipsed up the steps to the door and bit your lip to ground yourself before knocking. 

“It’s just another client, just another commission” you whispered to yourself. You were hoping if you said it enough, your heart would believe it to be true. Eddie flung the door open and greeted you with a shy smile. Your heart's pace doubled as the metalhead’s usual heightened demeanor was small and deliberate. He looked you up and down, but unlike before, it was as if he was studying and appreciating every detail about you. You had ditched your flannel for a plaid skirt and a beat up Beatles t-shirt. Your had let your natural waves cure during your bike ride. You looked almost ethereal to Eddie. His cheeks bloomed a hot red and his smile was warm.

“Hey, you. Come on in” Eddie spoke, his voice soft.

“Thanks, Eddie. I don’t have to stay long, but I have-”

“No, no! Stay as long as you’d like. We don’t have Hellfire for a few more hours and I could always drive you home on the way to the school… or you could join us, you know. If you want.” Eddie eyed you cautiously, fearful of crossing any boundaries. “I know I always said that I would teach you how it worked but…” his sentiment caught in his throat as he looked at you with eyes full of guilt. You flashed him a lovesick smile.

“I’d really like that.” You stepped toward him; the familiar feeling of the knot between the two of you being pulled impossibly tight. Eddie took another step toward you, closing the gap between you even more. You could smell the cologne that he had applied along with the cigarette he had smoked before your arrival. The air around the two of you was constricting, stealing the air from your lungs. One lunge and you would be reunited in the best way possible. The stakes were too high and your feet were cemented to the ground. You watched Eddie’s jaw tighten and his Adam’s apple bob. His gaze flickered to your lips. The realization hit both yours and Eddie’s eyes and you pulled away from each other before the tension could finally snap. You cleared your throat and Eddie backed himself into his living room. He looked back at you and gestured to you to follow. You rifled through your bag as you sat next to him on the couch. 

“Um, here’s the portraits.” You placed the box onto the dingy coffee table. Although the air was still thick, you couldn’t help but smile excitedly towards the metalhead sitting next to you. He eyed you with excited anticipation. 

“Open them!” you squealed, desperate to see his reaction. “And if you hate them, please don’t tell me because I don’t think my heart could take it” you giggled. Your eyes glued themselves to your hands fidgeting in your lap. You are torn from picking your nails by a soft gasp that Eddie let out.

“Y/N.. I… They’re incredible. Oh my god.” You let out a relieved laugh. Eddie turned back to you with an awe struck smile. 

“I told you you were amazing..” His voice barely above a whisper. He pulled you into a tight hug and you thought your heart was going to explode, seemingly like Eddie’s. Your head rested on his chest and you felt the pounding of his heartbeat on your cheek. You pulled away, daring to reach back in your bag to find the cool plastic of the box you were so scared to present. 

“I also saw these and, I dunno, I just, I really needed to get them for you.” You hastily pushed the box into Eddie’s calloused palms. His eyes doubled in size and glazed over, tears threatening.

“Sweetheart.”

“I- I don’t know why I bought them, I just needed t-” you babbled. Before you could finish your tangent, Eddie had leaned over to you and pressed his lips firmly to yours. You melted into his touch, his hand resting against your warm cheek.

“I have been so goddamn stupid” Eddie murmured against your lips. You gasped softly into his mouth and he moved against you. He slid his tongue against your bottom lip, a silent plea to deepen his kiss. You allowed him entry and felt his warm tongue on yours. You felt your chest tighten, and the familiar burn of tears radiated in your eyes. Suddenly, you felt the cool sting of metal on your sides under your shirt. The next thing you knew you were pulled into the boy’s lithe waist, your own legs caging him into the couch. Eddie’s arms wrapped around your waist and he broke your kiss. His eyes searched yours, looking for any hesitation or disgust. After all, how could you not hate him? The shit that he put you through, he thought you deserved better - to never speak to him again and let someone who treated you better sweep you off your feet. He felt selfish, as he revelled that it was your body heat keeping him warm. Your lower lip trembled as you looked at the beautifully sorrowful face staring at you. You needed Eddie’s lips back on yours, you needed to feel how much he cared about you. You cupped his jaw in a desperate attempt to move him back into you, but his head collapsed into your neck and you felt his shoulders shake softly. You felt his hot breath on your collarbone in sobs. You cradled his head in his soft curls.

“I’m so fucking sorry. I-I… I don’t even expect you to forgive me. I wouldn’t. I ruined everything.” Sobs wracked through the boy’s hunched back. The only thing you could do was cradle his head and let your own tears silently fall. “I pushed you away and when you let me I didn’t come after you. You were the best thing to ever happen to me and I was too fucking stupid to act on it.”

“Eddie? Look at me please” you peeped. You grabbed his flushed cheeks and guided his gaze to yours.

“Duckie…”

“I’ve loved you since sixth grade. I loved you since we watched scary movies in the trailer alone. I have loved you since you offered to trade sandwiches with me every lunch you brought my favorite. I have never stopped loving you since then. And as mad as I was, I will never stop loving you.” The words flowed from your mouth before your brain could catch up. You caught your breath as a big pair of brown eyes scrunched themselves closed. Your lips smashed together and you felt the weight in your chest dissipate. Eddie’s large hands trailed up your back and pressed you closer to him; but close was not nearly close enough, you wanted to melt into Eddie’s body completely, to be one. Fuck, you went so long without him, you never wanted to be apart again.

I love yous peppered your skin from the side of your mouth to your neck, skin burning with every declaration.

“Please don’t leave me ever again” you sighed both in contentment and relief. You had your Eddie back.

“I wouldn’t dream of it, darling. Lucky for us all we have left is time.”

“Enough time to teach me how to play DnD?”

“Fuck, you really are going to be the death of me.”

The rest of the afternoon was spent in Eddie’s lap, reading the decorated manual that had never made much sense to you before. Eddie caught you up on the next campaign he was planning. He offered to help you make a character then so you could join the club that evening. You giggled and politely shook your head. 

“I think I should watch a couple campaigns before I dive in.” Eddie kissed your nose in understanding. 

“Fine, but I may use your expertise in some NPC characters, if that’s okay with you.”

“Okay, Teddy.”

You opened the passenger's side door and slid into the rusted van while Eddie put your bike in the back. The drive to Hawkins High consisted of Eddie stealing looks at you any time he could and his hand resting comfortably on your thigh. You walked into the drama room hand in hand and were greeted by a gaggle of confused, yet welcoming looks.

“Hey, guys, sorry we’re a bit late.”

You raised your hand in a wave and introduced yourself. 

“Oh, we know exactly who you are,” Gareth responded. You looked at him confused, obviously not having formally met.

“Yeah, you’re the girl that Munson won't shut up about!” Dustin added. You turned to Eddie with a teasing smile. He rolled his eyes and guided you to a seat. 

Eddie gave each member of the club their portraits, which they all ogled over. You watched the new campaign kick off with shouts and laughs. Eddie was a colorful narrator, leaning over the table and shaking his head wildly. The whole time he guided the party through the night’s adventures, he didn’t dare unclasp his hand with yours.

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I just reread this the other day!! HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!!

Edit of Eddie: Sofiiel

Stripper!Eddie x Shy!Fem!Reader

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 (end)

⚠️ +18 MDNI, Stripper!Eddie, Stripper!Billy, Stripper!Steve, sensual dancing, shyness towards men, nervousness, fainting, sexual innuendos.

Summary: You thought you were cursed with your shyness, but after one embarrassing night, you decide it's time to change, and you believe someone might be able to help with that.

A/N: IDK MAN. I just needed to write this down so that my brain could stop messing with me and I am still writing. This will be a two part thing, maybe three, with long chapters. It will have smut, and a lot of sexual tension my boys, but it won't be a long series.

As always, all reblogs help, tagging it, and I always enjoy reading your comments!

Part 1

You shouldn’t be here.

You knew you were not going to be able to tolerate it, yet, here you are, at your best friend’s bachelorette party. You weren’t nervous about that, no. Before coming to the place you are now, you had all gathered at her home, which was decorated and drinks, food and games were all around to play with. 

Most of the time, you could handle the decoration your other best friend picked. Robin was in charge of decoration for Nancy’s wedding, and everywhere you looked, a dick was there. In all shapes, colors, and some were not even humanly shaped. But there were times in the day where you had to excuse yourself to catch your breath in the bathroom because of it as well.

And now, things have gotten worse. Extremely worse. Because you seriously forgot this part of the party. This part that Robin had talked to you about. This part where you begged her to not do it because it was super cliché.

You were at a strip club. A male, strip club.

“Best seats on the house ladies!” The host greeted us and you could read the name on the tag as Joyce. She seemed nice, and welcoming, but the place you were in wasn’t remotely inviting to you. The table, in question, was right next to the end of the catwalk, so you were going to have the show right in front of your face.

You were sweating already, feeling your stomach flutter around as you looked around to all the excited women waiting for the show to begin. You didn’t even read the presentation of the men that were performing tonight. There were pictures at the entrance, with their names, ages, and some hobbies, but you couldn’t even do that.

“Hey, you okay?” Robin whispered to you worriedly, and you snapped your head towards her. You didn’t even know you were staring at the catwalk with a terrified look in your face. “You can go to the bathroom if you want, or just go wait in the car? I don’t want you there alone, but if it’s too much, just leave.” She says to you, not promising to go with you if that does happen.

You cannot blame her, and you can’t be mad either. She had organized everything, knowing you couldn’t do it. Knowing there was no way you would do a reservation on a place like this. She can’t leave Nancy, not even if Barb, Vickie, and Kali were there, so you just nodded at her, trying to shake your nervousness away.

“Yeah, yeah… I’m fine Robs.” You replied to her and she sighed, giving you a small nod. You didn’t want Nancy to have a bad night, so you believed you could endure this, just for an hour or two. 

But your shyness towards men has followed you since childhood.

You tried kissing, getting a boyfriend, even having sex, yet, meeting random men made your nerves go crazy on you, to the point of almost feeling like throwing up. You thanked your dad for this horrible curse. Growing up with no male figure whatsoever, and your mom being cheated on three times in your face did nothing to help with your shyness, and sometimes, even fear. Just small of it.

You weren’t afraid of men. You were afraid of what they could do, of what they could ruin in just a second, of how manipulative they can be. You know women can do that too, but you never met one like that, nor heard stories about it. You’ve seen it in movies of course, even books of the woman being the cheater and the horrible person you believed only men could be. 

But the shyness always worsened if the man before you was handsome. Your ex boyfriend was just remotely attractive to you, that’s why you gave it a chance. It sounds horrible, but you weren’t attracted to him, because if you were, you were sure to shut down every time he talked to you. 

It’s sad you weren’t attracted to women like Robin is, or bisexual like Vickie. If you were, you might not even have this problem, or maybe yes, because if you were attracted to women too, then this issue might even escalate there. 

But you weren’t, so that’s why your shyness didn’t exist around the female crowd. 

“Okay ladies, prepare your bills!” Barb yelled excitedly and your heart almost jumped out of your chest. You were seated the farthest away from the stage, so you would have to just sit back and hope to make no contact with whoever dances on that stage.

You were also hoping these men weren’t even remotely handsome. 

The lights went off as your drinks were getting delivered and you were chugging down on your Margarita as if it were water to make your nerves go away, knowing very well they won’t, while the rest of your friends yelled loudly in excitement. The tables full of ladies around you also yelled loudly as Unholy from Sam Smith started playing and your breath caught in your throat as the first man walked out.

He had brown hair, with a bit of volume and styled nicely, brown eyes, and he was dressed like a priest, rosary dangling in his left hand. He was handsome, yes, but thanks to the outfit your nerves were still remotely stable. You heard the ladies all around you cheer while drinking some beer.

“Hello Stevie boy!” You heard the woman coo as she waved at him, and you saw him wink back at her. She must be a regular you thought. The lights were bright as he walked down the catwalk, between the tables, and you were feeling your leg going up and down as he came closer. 

The lights suddenly went fully red as the chorus hit, and his grand had gripped the collar of his cassock, and in one tug, he had ripped the buttons, fully opening his garments and your eyes widened, your stomach turning into a sea of nerves and nausea as his abdomen was revealed, slightly toned, beauty marks all over. Your eyes trailed downwards, and he was wearing some tight short black briefs. Your friends all cheered as he took the garment off, throwing it on the floor as he swayed his hips while running the rosary all over his chest, down towards his abs.

You were surprised no one was offended by this.

He turned towards the table that was opposite of yours and dropped on his knees as he swayed his hips towards the ladies there. You had perfect view of his ass and you blushed a deep red as you tried to look away. You were glad it wasn’t your table, because you weren’t going to do what the ladies in that table or your friends were going to do. 

Dollar bills were being shoved in his briefs by hungry and lustful hands, and he always kept a smile on his face. You turned to see he was facing your table and the blood in your system drained completely. He crawled over and as he reached the very edge of the catwalk, he glided his abdomen down, as if grinding onto the floor, and his eyes were trained on Nancy.

She was wearing a small crown with white flowers, and a small white veil dropped at the back of her head. He knew it was a bachelorette party. You sighed with relief knowing this now. You weren’t going to be the focus of it! All the men were going to pamper Nancy because they know it’s her bachelorette party! One last whoop of ‘freedom’ before tying the knots. 

He jumped off the catwalk as he stepped over towards Nancy. You saw how he moved Nancy’s chair to face away from the table and she was giggling at the strength he had. You were trying to keep up with the clapping to the music but you were distracted as he stood over Nancy, over her lap, both hands gripping the back of her chair, his face inches from hers.

You were sweating now. You don’t know how Nancy could be smiling at this, shoving bills in his briefs. He bit onto the rosary that was wrapped in his left wrist, making it unwrap itself from there, and let it dangle from his mouth as he grabbed onto her hands and made her roam his chest, down to his abdomen sensually.

“GO NANCE!” Robin yelled while cheering and you were just stunned at how calm everyone is about this. He was swaying his hips over her as their eyes were locked with one another. You could see him smirking with the rosary’s beads still in his mouth and your jaw almost dropped at how sexy this man was, and you were extremely intimidated by it.

Your feet wanted to up and leave, but you were trying to stay calm, knowing Nancy had her veil on, and the night would be on her.

This Stevie boy leaned down to her face and his nose nudged her cheek, and you were sure he was going to kiss it, but he didn’t. He was letting heavy hot breaths onto Nancy’s skin, making it have goosebumps all over and shiver. Knowing this, Steve finally pulled away, putting the rosary around Nancy’s neck, winking down at her and pushing himself off her.

He hopped on the stage, the song finishing while the women cheered all around. He bent down towards his outfit to get something out of pockets and your eyes widened when he took a bottle out, a large vial with a cross on it. He grabbed onto the cork with his teeth, smirking as the crowd yelled in excitement. He walked back towards Nancy, dropping down off the stage, the lights shining on them as he handed Nancy the bottle and making her stand up from her chair. 

Nancy bit her lip as he slowly got on his knees, his hands over his chest in a praying position and you felt your heart coming out of your throat as he smiled up at her. She put the bottle over his chest and tilted it, dropping the water on him. All the girls were cheering and you looked down to the table to fight the shakiness and the blush on your cheeks. 

How did the girls do this with no problem? 

The song ended and he got claps all around as well as Nancy who was fanning herself with her other hand. The man stood up, completely drenched, his body glistening under the lights. Nancy took all of the bills from the girls and started shoving them in the edges of his briefs while he chuckled at her enthusiasm. He knew she liked the show.

“What a lucky man.” You heard him flirt with her, giving the table a wink which made you jump slightly, and he got on the catwalk under the dimmed lights, receiving claps and last hollers as he picked his outfit from the stage and gave a last smile to the crowd before disappearing behind the curtains. 

“Oh my god.” Nancy made you snap out of your staring as she fixed her chair back onto the table, and she was still fanning herself, putting the bottle on the table. “I am definitely taking that as a souvenir.” 

All your friends giggled and you couldn’t even take off the panicked look you had on your face. You licked your lips as everyone ordered a new round of drinks. You needed to calm these nerves down and you decided to talk to Robin again.

“Robs, how many dancers are there?” You asked her and she winced slightly and then sighed.

“Just two more.” Two. Two, okay that wasn’t so bad, you can handle two more. “You doing okay? Was that too much?”

“A little freaked out, but thankfully, Nancy is going to be the main person at our table, so I won’t be even near these men.” You said, almost as if convincing yourself and Robin nodded at you with reassurance which made you sigh a little bit in relief. You can handle a little more, it was bad, but it didn’t happen to you so watching it was tolerable.

After a few minutes, Joyce brought another round of drinks and you had another Margarita ready to be downed in two seconds. Your nerves stood on end as the lights dimmed again. You heard the roaring of a car as the song ‘Bad Karma’ from Miley Cyrus started blasting on the speakers. 

The curtains opened to a man wearing just a denim jacket over his naked torso, a blonde mullet in his hair, sunglasses over his eyes, while his legs were covered in tight jeans and a black belt around his waist. The women cheered and you could see some already fanning their faces. 

“This is Billy, right?” You heard Barb ask Kali, which the girl nodded excitedly. You could see the man smirk, showing his teeth towards the crowd as he licked over them as if excited. He walked a little bit to be in the center of the stage, and he turned around to shake his hips slowly while holding onto his jacket, opening it wide. Your eyes fixed on his backside, and his ass was even better than the last man. You felt your body burning wildly as he turned around, showing his torso in his full glory thanks to him widening open his jacket. 

Moans could be heard in the song and this Billy guy bit his bottom lip as he started to take off his jacket, slowly, swaying side to side, teasing all the women he was standing in front of. They were whining at him for not fully taking his jacket off. He nodded towards his jeans and the women understood perfectly, standing excitedly to shove some bills into the edges and some in his pockets while he chuckled, his hips moving from side to side.

He fully took off his jacket, throwing it towards the start of the stage and the women cheered as he grabbed the hands of an older woman, looking like 70’s or more, while bending down, kneeling in front of her. She was laughing, feeling shy about the action, shaking her head to a younger woman who was encouraging her. You tilted your head at the woman in confusion. She was acting shy, trying to pull away with a smile to her face but he was still holding onto her. If she didn’t want to, why was he making her do it?

You saw how his smirk turned into a soft smile, intertwining his fingers with hers, saying something to her and you could see the woman smile, while giving him a soft nod and she put both her hands on his chest, and he yelled out in cheer towards the crowd, who all clapped and cheered for the bravery of the lady. 

He smiled down at her as the woman retreated her hands with a giggle. The younger one was laughing next to her, cheering her on and this man bent down to give the older woman a kiss on the cheek, leaving her red and you could even see the words ‘thank you’ displayed on her lips. He stood back up, his smile turning into a devilish smirk again as he scanned the room. His eyes landed on your table again, and you jumped slightly because you didn’t know who he was looking at, but you didn’t have anything to worry about it, because it was Nancy’s bachelorette party—

Nancy wasn’t wearing her crown. She didn’t have the veil on.

You felt your breath getting caught in your throat as he walked towards the table, hopping off the catwalk and walking by Nancy, passing his hand in the back of her chair. He then passed behind Robin’s. You tensed up when you felt his presence behind you, your knuckles going white on your thighs, not even daring your gaze to follow him. Your heart was beating wildly, like never before. If you were to look at your smartwatch, it was probably at 165 bpm. 

You felt the air you were holding in your lungs leaving you when he didn’t grab your chair, or you for that matter, but he held tightly onto the back of Barb’s chair, tilting her backwards for her head to look up at him, hitting onto his torso. He grinned at her, taking his sunglasses off and you were stunned to see the brightest set of eyes you’ve ever seen in your whole life. You didn’t expect those irises, and you could see Barb’s throat bobbing up and down nervously.

He put her back in place as he shoved one of his sunglasses’ temples down Barb’s cleavage, hooking them in place there. His hands ran over her chest and down her sides. You saw your friend’s eyes close as she shivered with a smile on her face. You caught something in your peripheral view, and saw Joyce walking with a small tray. She put it in front of Barb and your eyes widened when you saw a small glass with salt in it, a slice of lemon, and a shot of tequila. 

“Oh…” Barb said with wide eyes, and she felt her chair being pulled away from the table and the man chuckled at her, stepping in between her and the table, showing her his white teeth.

“That’s for me, sweet thing.” The women around us cheered and swooned, as Nancy hollered towards Barb while he bent towards Barb’s ear to whisper something and you saw Barb smiling and nod in approval. 

You gulped tightly as you saw him grab the lemon from behind him and then hold onto the back of Barb’s head, tilting it backwards. He ran the lemon onto the side of her neck, dampening it, and then he ran a thumb on Barb’s chin, making her open her mouth. He put the side of the lemon’s skin in her mouth and she held it in between her teeth. He then grabbed onto the salt, and put some on his hand.

The ladies around us were clapping with rhythm at the same time, encouraging what was happening as he smiled devilishly at his crowd. He then looked down at Barb and pressed the salt onto the dampened part of her neck, sticking it to the skin. She shivered at the touch and he then wiped his hand on his jeans as he held onto the tequila shot in his other one. 

“Ready for me?” You heard the women ‘woo’ at his words and you almost covered your eyes as he tilted Barb’s head to the side, leaning down towards her with a smirk on his lips. He took his tongue out and gave it a flat lick, slowly, sensually, pressing his tip at her pulse point as he felt the salt finish. 

“Holy fuck.” You heard Robin say and you just wanted to bolt the hell out of there. This was too much, even for you, a spectator. He took the shot, throwing his head back with it, throwing the glass to the side, and it didn’t even break. He held onto the back of Barb’s head, leaning back down to lick onto the lemon on her mouth. Barb’s fingers were hooked at the front pockets of his jeans, pulling him close. He smirked widely as he finally bit onto the lemon, his lips touching Barb’s as he did so.

Your breath got caught in your throat. You didn’t know Strippers could kiss guests, clients at that. In the cheek, or neck, was one thing, but on the lips? 

Your group of friends had dollar bills in their hands, ready to put them in his pants and you felt a deep blush creep in your face from nervousness and embarrassment. You didn’t want to be the only one to not put a bill there. He was just doing his job, but you were just too shy to do so. Robin grabbed your hand and put a bill in there and you were wide eyed looking at her.

“I’ll help you, you can just close your eyes!” You were thankful for Robin. She was helping you in not being seen as a cheap person, not paying them for their entertainment. You nodded nervously at her, gulping loudly as you saw the Billy guy finally pull away from Barb. He took the lemon out of her mouth, throwing it onto the tray again. She was smirking at him and he followed her gaze to his pants and he saw the money she shoved in the front pockets of his jeans.

“What a sneaky baby.” He winked at her and he walked towards Nancy for her to shove her bills in his pockets, then Kali, then Vickie, Robin, and you felt your breath on your throat as he looked at you, cocking his head to the side as he inspected you. Robin grabbed tightly onto your hand and you closed your eyes, feeling your heart in your throat as she guided you towards the hem of his pants. As soon as you felt the denim, you shoved the bill there, and your hand flew back to your lap, as well looking down at your table.

You didn’t even look if he was still there or not, but you felt your body on fire, and cold at the same time. You didn’t know if you would be able to take another dancer. The anxiety and nervousness was destroying you inside out at this point. 

“He’s gone.” You heard Robin whisper and a sigh of relief escaped you as all the girls looked at you worriedly.

“You can go to the car, I won’t get mad babes…” Nancy coos at you and you look up at her. You remembered how Nancy helped you move into your apartment, settle in, help you call your internet service and fight off the plumber that wanted to scam you for a leak that was in the kitchen sink. You shook your head at her and let out a breath.

“I’m okay, it’s just one more, right?”

“I took off my veil so that everyone could have the chance of a dance–” At that Kali intervened.

“We don’t mind if you put it back on, it might make her feel more comfortable.” You were thankful for the friends you had, all understanding, but you didn’t want to ruin their fun, so you put on a bright smile on your face and nodded at Barb.

“What if the next dancer does something even wilder than what this Billy dude did to Barb here?” You said with a laugh and the girls erupted in giggles as Barb herself blushed a deep red.

“Oh god… You guys know I’m not one the guys go for, so it felt… so nice.” You knew about Barb’s self esteem being low, but you always found her so beautiful. You didn’t understand how she didn’t see that in herself. 

“You look hot Barb! And I am a lesbian, so take it as a fact.” Robin said and Vickie nodded at that, smiling widely.

“I second that.” A blush creeped on Barb’s cheeks and she gasped when she felt the sunglasses hanging on the V-Shaped cleavage of her shirt. 

“Oh… Guess I have a souvenir as well.” Barb smirked and you smiled at her happiness and giddiness. You wished you could react like that when a handsome man did something nice for you, but all you ever did was mutter a silent ‘thanks’ and walk away when it happened. You once had a nice looking man help you reach the top of a shelf in the supermarket, helping you get the raspberry jam you couldn’t reach. 

You turned around to thank the person before you, but as soon as you saw the beautiful middle aged man that stood behind you, gray hairs and all, you almost fainted. Your air pipe immediately closed, and you felt too dizzy to even say anything to him. 

So you ran away, forgetting the jam and all.

It was a curse because you didn’t know how to solve this, and you cannot be in a relationship if you have no attraction towards the person. Your sex life would be miserable, and you won’t ever be entirely happy. The worst part, is that, if you catch feelings, the person before you would look beautiful to you no matter what, so you were scared of it ever happening, even though you terribly desired it.

You stiffened when the lights dimmed again, and you saw many women near the catwalk and stage get up excitedly. You could hear whispers here and there while you looked around to see what was going on. 

“Last time, I got a lap dance from him, it was so good Donna.” You heard a woman say to the other and then another conversation caught your ear, right behind you.

“You think Eddie will have his hair down or in a bun today?”

So, the last man’s name is Eddie. Okay, just one more dance, and he might not even target your table now! Nancy doesn’t have the veil on, Barb already had a sexy time, so they have to prioritize other tables, other clients. Yes. It’s alright, you can do this, there’s no problem at all, you just have to push through your nerves and nausea and–

‘Do I wanna know?’ by Arctic Monkeys started playing and you shivered at the tune. You didn’t even want to look, but the excitement and shine in your friends' eyes made you a little curious as to what they were looking at. You turned your head towards the stage, and your eyes widened like plates as you saw the man standing on it.. 

You felt your air leaving your lungs, quite literally at the sight of him. He was extremely gorgeous, even without the clear irises the last guy had, Eddie was absolutely mesmerizing. He had his hair up in a bun, some stud on his chin, and then your eyes went downwards, towards his outfit. He had a black crop top on, with a leather jacket on top, but your eyes bulged when you saw the happy trail of dark hair, going from his abs, down the hem of his leather pants that were tightened with a black belt that had handcuffs at the front of it.

He was too attractive, too inviting, and you felt like vomiting at this very moment. 

He winked towards a group of ladies on the side and headed towards them, bending down, grabbing onto the bottle of champagne one was holding. He took a sip of it, and held onto the cheek of the girl before him. You felt your heart almost coming out of your mouth as the girl, willingly, opened her mouth. He leaned forward, and kissed the woman before him, giving her the alcohol he just took a sip of. 

Okay, he is a bold one. A very bold one.

He pulled away with a smirk to his face, leaving the girl completely dazed and your jaw dropped when you saw her put a One Hundred Bill in the front pocket of his leather pants. Not only did she put one in his pocket, but another girl next to her as well, and the next one too. Why are they handing out one hundred bills as if it were candy!? 

You saw him starting to pull off his jacket, revealing his arms full of tattoos, as he swayed it back and forth on his body, fully taking it off after some cheering, and he threw it on the floor afterwards. He bit his bottom lip as he dropped to his knees, and your eyes widened when his hips started moving back and forth, slowly, graciously, as if thrusting into something. The girls on his right were waving bills at him with excitement in their voices. He chuckled, sliding towards them and your eyes widened when he held a man’s hand.

You took notice of Eddie’s hands, covered in rings as he put the man’s knuckles up to his lips, kissing them tenderly. The young man was fanning himself as the girls next to him were squealing, yelling ‘Happy birthday Johnny!’ to him. Eddie motioned for something behind the girls, at their table, and one of them grabbed onto a plate that had a slice of cake on it. 

Eddie scooped some of the whipped cream with his fingers and he smirked as he wiggled them in front of the man’s face. 

“Oh my god…” You gasped as you saw the young guy opening his mouth, and Eddie pushed his fingers inside. You felt your stomach do a violent turn at that, your nervousness was now at its peak. Everything with this guy was not even discreet, or with double meanings. He was going straight to the point, taking what he wanted, not even scared of doing so. 

You could handle the small dances, and hip grinding, but going for a straightforward kiss? Sticking his fingers inside someone else’s throat? He was definitely the favorite, and you could guess why, but you didn’t want to stay and find out just what else he was willing to do. You didn’t think you would be able to push away your nerves any longer, so you nudged Robin, catching her attention. 

“Robs, I think I’m gonna go to the bathroom until this show is over.” Robin nodded at you, and squeezed your hand.

“I figured, he is… He is something else.” She said with a small chuckle and you could only nod, gulping heavily as the beat of the song rang in your ears. 

“Send me a message when it’s safe to come out, okay?” You say to her and she gives you a thumbs up. You stood up, not daring to look forward, or catch the man’s eyes. You don’t want him to think you were bored, you just simply couldn’t take the boldness of it all anymore. You went to grab your purse, and suddenly you froze.

Over your hand, which was on top of the small container with your belongings, a ring clad hand pressed over your knuckles, stopping you. A light was on you, and you felt your blood completely drain from your body as a wood-like scent invaded all of your personal bubble. You didn’t know where to look, what to do, what to say to escape, and you felt yourself take a sharp intake of breath when you felt his other hand gliding over your left thigh, just gently, as if brushing.

“Is my show boring you, princess?” A hot breath brushed your ear as he spoke low towards you. Goosebumps displayed all over your body, a sharp shiver ran up and down your spine and you felt a cold sweat invading your body. It wasn’t panic, it was plain nervousness, anxiety of being this close to a man. A handsome man. A man that was bold with his movements, not even a stutter in them. 

He grabbed onto your hand, and turned you around, making you face him and if you didn’t have breath in your lungs before, right now, every part of you was empty. No air, no blood, nothing. The only thing you felt was the tight knot in your stomach, and shakiness happening on your knees. You wanted to tell him, talk to him, say that you weren’t comfortable, but you couldn’t speak. Your words were completely snatched away.

His brown eyes were staring into yours, as he guided your hand up, behind his head, and you felt the bun on top of it as you kept staring into his face. You didn’t know if you were red or pale at this point, but you needed to run away. He grabbed onto the tie of his bun with the tip of his finger, and pulled, letting his hair cascade around his face and on top of his shoulders.

Your eyes were wide, lungs contracting on themselves as the man before you became even more handsome than before just by letting his hair down. Your heart was breaking your chest open, because never in your life have you had an interaction like this before with a man. Not with someone as attractive as he was. Not with someone who was making your nerves go crazy in your whole body, making you hyper aware of everything around and how his eyes were staring down at you. 

You were feeling your breath quicken as he guided your hand with his, downwards, under and you felt your fingertips run over his crop top and then towards the hem of it. You jumped slightly when you felt his skin under your hand, and you started feeling light headed, dizzy, and you needed air, god, you needed air. His face got close to you once again and you wanted to pull away, run, anything, you needed to leave and you couldn’t communicate it. 

“No need to be shy with me sweetheart.” And his nose brushed with yours. He was going to kiss you. He was going to smash his lips with yours. He was going to close the distance. You were going to be able to taste him. You were going to have his scent go into your nose and fill your lungs completely with it. Your body will flush against his, press against his chest, his hips pressing against yours.

He was going to kiss you.

And you blacked out.

End of part

A/N: I always believed that if Barb and Billy remained alive and helped the group, they would definitely do the Enemies to Lovers thing. Like, yes.

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one year ago today

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STRANGER THINGS S04E01 | Chapter One: The Hellfire Club

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Robin and Eddie accidentally show up wearing matching flannel shirts and curly high-bun hairdos and Steve pulls them both into a Steve sandwich group hug like

Steve: Awww, my favorite lesbians are matching

Eddie: Excuse you! How come I have to be a lesbian, huh? Why can’t Robin be one of your boyfriends?

Steve: Do you wanna be my boyfriend, Robbie?

Robin: No, I do not.

Steve: She doesn’t want to be my boyfriend, Eds.

Eddie: Well I don’t want to be your lesbian!

Steve: Wooooooow.

Robin: Didn’t know you were dating a homophobe.

Steve: Me neither. 😔

Eddie: (indignant bird noises)

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[forgetting I am mentally ill] why do I feel so Bad