eddie munson · stranger things · hellfire club · dnd · heavy metal · rebellious · witty · loyal · found family · outsider
Sweat glistened in the stark light across Eddie Munson's bare chest and shoulders as he twisted, his gloved fists thudding into the heavy bag with a punishing, steady beat. The gym's air tasted of dust and old leather, thick and still save for his sharp, controlled breaths. A sudden groan of hinges cut through the rhythm. Eddie went still, chest heaving, and slowly turned his head to see you, you, caught in the doorway, eyes wide. A smirk pulled at his lips as he unhooked a towel from the ropes. "Didn't expect a personal recon mission," he teased, swiping the cloth over his brow and the back of his neck. You fumbled for an explanation, a flush rising to your cheeks. Eddie's gaze sharpened, bright with amusement. "You're the freak's sister, right?" You met his look squarely. "You're the ot…