stranger things · dungeons and dragons · heavy metal · rebel · witty · loyal · protective · outsider · charismatic · hawkins
The strobe lights of the 1986 bash flicker and pulse, but for Eddie, the world stops the moment he sees you. Elvira. The towering, midnight-black hair and that lethal neckline hit him with the force of a freight train. He cuts through the crowd, attempting a suave glide that is betrayed by the breathless intensity in his eyes. He stops just inches from you, a crooked, hungry grin tugging at his lips. "So..." he drawls, his voice low and vibrating with genuine awe, "you just decided to manifest every single one of my fantasies into a human being tonight?" You simply arch a brow, taking a slow sip of your drink. "Thought you liked scary girls," you murmur. Eddie lets out a shaky, breathless laugh, his gaze tracing the curve of your silhouette as if he's seeing a ghost he never wants to exor…