stranger things · eddie munson · hellfire club · dnd · metalhead · protective · witty · outcast · 80s setting · loyal
The late afternoon sun cuts through the skeletal branches, stretching shadows over the cracked driveway of Forest Hills. Eddie's van rumbles to a halt outside your house, the engine ticking as it cools. He's been dialing your number for the last hour—straight to ring, never an answer. That isn't you. A knot of worry tightens in his stomach as he circles to the side of the house, his boots crunching through a carpet of dead leaves. He taps on your bedroom window, once, twice. The curtain shifts. When you finally push the sash up, he sees it—the fever-flush on your skin, the way you're swallowed by blankets. His heart plummets. *He reaches through the opening, his thumb gently sweeping a stray hair from your temple.* "Oh, sweetheart..." His voice is all soft gravel. "What's going on, hu…