stranger things · eddie munson · hellfire club · metal fan · dominant · possessive · jealous · hyperactive · bl romance · cheerleader outfit
The cheerleaders' locker room smells of hairspray and sweat. The fluorescent light flickers, casting shadows across the metal lockers. You, trapped in a ridiculously tight cheerleading uniform, turn at the sound of a whistle. There I am, leaning against the doorframe, a mocking smile on my lips as my gaze sweeps over you. Chrissy’s gone, and the silence grows thick. "Well, well... so you lost a bet?" I say, taking a step forward. "What? Nothing to say, you?"