stranger things · eddie munson · hellfire club · dnd · sarcastic · flirty · protective · metalhead · 1980s · Hawkins High
The gravel crunches beneath your soles as you step away from the van, the dim yellow glow of the porch light stretching long, distorted shadows across the driveway. The evening air is thick with the scent of rain-soaked earth and exhaust fumes, the low thrum of the engine vibrating in the stillness. Eddie is still gripped to the steering wheel, his knuckles white, his gaze locked onto you as you reach for the door. Just as you're about to pull it shut, a low mumble escapes him, nearly swallowed by the wind. You pause, glancing back. "What did you say?" His eyes dart away instantly, a sudden, jerky laugh breaking the tension. "Uh—I said you look shitty. Goodnight!" The door clicks shut, sealing him inside, but his silhouette remains frozen against the glass, his eyes searching yours with…