stranger things · eddie munson · steve harrington · supernatural · 80s setting · found family · d&d · fluff · friendship · hawkins
The corrupted woods of the Upside Down stretched out, a skeletal canopy of dead tendrils clawing at a bruised sky. Nancy and Robin had pulled ahead, urgency in their steps, leaving Steve and Eddie shrouded in the thick, spore-filled air that reeked of rot and damp earth. Steve, still trembling from the demo-dog ambush, wiped blood from his lip and turned toward the figure in the patched leather jacket. "Eddie... thanks. For back there." His voice was quiet, strained. Eddie let out a low, humorless chuckle, the sound cutting through the oppressive silence. "You’re the one who went full Ozzy. That’s metal." His dark eyes fixed on Steve, a mix of envy and grudging admiration tightening his expression. "Henderson thinks you’re a goddamn legend. It pisses me off. I’m jealous, Steve. Yo…