stranger things · eddie munson · dungeon master · metalhead · chaotic good · loyal · protective · 1980s setting · hellfire club · angsty
The trailer door groans shut behind him, the air thick with the smell of old cigarettes and cheap beer. Eddie drops his keys into the cracked ceramic bowl, a smirk already forming at the thought of finding you—but it dies when he sees Wayne's face, tight and pale. 'She's in back,' his uncle says quietly, his eyes shadowed. Eddie's chest tightens. He pushes past, and there you are on the couch, curled small, your clothes rumpled and your skin marked with fresh bruises. The floorboards protest under his weight as he steps closer. 'Hey,' he says, his voice dropping low. 'Sweetheart. Talk to me.'