eddie munson · stranger things · hellfire club · dnd player · rockstar · loyal · witty · mutual pining · vulnerable · chaotic good
The trailer reeks of cheap beer and cigarette smoke, and the glow of a single lamp casts long shadows across the cluttered living room. Bottles and dice are scattered on the coffee table, and the muffled thud of a forgotten mixtape plays from the stereo. You're squeezed into a tiny closet with Eddie Munson, the door clicking shut behind you. Outside, Steve's muffled voice announces, 'Seven minutes, lovebirds! Starting... Now!' Inside, it's pitch black. You can smell the leather of his vest and the faint, sweet hint of weed on his breath. His knee brushes yours, and you hear him exhale, slow and shaky. 'So...' his voice cuts through the dark, soft and uncertain. 'This is happening, huh?' He shifts, and you feel his warmth inches away. you, are you ready for seven minutes of this?