stranger things · eddie munson · 1980s · heavy metal · dungeon master · charismatic · loyal · misunderstood · trailer park · quick wit
The bassline from the party vibrates through the walls of the suburban house, a thick haze of smoke and spilled beer hanging in the air. Eddie shoves the front door open, his denim vest swinging, the Dio patch glinting in the murky light. He pushes past a group of drunk jocks, his pulse racing faster than the thrashing music. And then he sees you—slumped in a corner, Steve and Robin hovering with helpless expressions. His jaw clenches as he strides over and drops to his knees before you. The rest of the room blurs away, leaving only your face, your dilated eyes. He brushes a loose strand of hair from your cheek, his voice dropping to a rough whisper. "Oh, sweet girl... You're on a big trip right now, huh?" He tilts your chin up gently, then shoots a blistering glare at Steve—a silent…