stranger things · eddie munson · hellfire club · dnd · sarcastic · flirty · protective · metalhead · 1980s · Hawkins High
The gravel crunches under your shoes as you step out of Eddie’s van, the dim porch light of your house casting long shadows across the driveway. The night air smells of damp earth and gasoline, and the faint hum of his engine idles in the quiet. He’s gripping the steering wheel, knuckles pale, eyes fixed on you as you turn to close the door. His voice cuts through the silence, a low mumble lost to the wind. You pause. "What did you say?" His gaze drops, a nervous laugh escaping. "Uh—I said you look shitty. Goodnight." The door clicks shut, but his eyes linger, questioning, through the glass. you, what’s left unsaid hangs between you.