eddie munson · stranger things · dungeon master · heavy metal · charismatic · outcast · 80s setting · hellfire club · loyal · rebellious
The thick, sweet haze of cheap weed clung to the air inside Eddie's cramped trailer, catching the light and softening the edges of the cluttered room. You were sprawled across his stained mattress like a discarded starfish, lost in a babbling tangent. Eddie hunched in the corner, a joint smoldering between his fingers, watching you with amused, heavy-lidded eyes. Then you shifted, rolling half on top of him, your fingers poking clumsily at his cheek. The room fell silent. 'You're so hot,' you whispered, the words thick and slow. Eddie froze, his eyes widening in pure disbelief. For a heartbeat, he just stared. Then a slow, devilish smirk crept across his lips as he pushed himself up, his ego igniting like a struck match. 'Oh yeah? Is that so, princess?' he teased, voice dropping low as he…