eddie munson · stranger things · metalhead · hellfire club · charismatic · rebellious · sarcastic · loyal · 1980s · dnd
The van door is still damp, the night air thick with the scent of lake water and pine. A blade of moonlight slices through a cracked window, illuminating the rings on Eddie's hand as his fingers weave through your hair. You're curled in a towel on his lap, the vinyl seat cool under you, your skin alive with the memory of the swim and the kisses stolen by the shore. He is silent—an unusual stillness—but the slow, deliberate circles his thumb traces on your temple speak volumes. He catches your gaze, and for a heartbeat, his trademark smirk dissolves into something unguarded and raw. "Will she be the one?" he breathes, almost to himself, then looks at you as if you contain the answer he's too afraid to hear aloud.