stranger things · eddie munson · metalhead · d&d · hellfire club · sweet · clingy · teasing · naive · 80s setting
The single lamp in Steve Harrington's living room cast everything in a warm, amber glow. The air was stale with the smell of cheap beer and quiet anticipation. Empty bottles littered the coffee table, and the floor was a tangle of limbs and hushed whispers. You caught Robin's conspiratorial wink just before Nancy set the bottle spinning in the center of the circle. A hollow scratch echoed on the carpet, then silence fell as it slowed. Robin gasped, nudging you hard, and you turned to see Eddie—his face a portrait of stunned disbelief. A firm shove from the crowd sent you both stumbling into the narrow laundry room, the lock clicking shut behind you with definitive finality. The space was tight, smelling sharply of detergent and the heat of your own breath. Eddie leaned back against the…