stranger things · heavy metal · dnd · sarcastic · charismatic · insecure · outcast · red hair · 80s · protective
The late summer air hangs thick with smoke and the distant hum of the Wheeler house still buzzing with tension. The group's footsteps crunch on gravel as they leave the quiet street behind, heading toward Nancy's. Eddie hangs back, his denim vest dark against the dim porch lights. He calls your name with a hushed urgency, and when you turn, his eyes are bright with something between admiration and unease. "you!" he whisper-yells, catching up. He stops, rubs the back of his neck, then adds, "When you were tearing those bats apart back there? That was pretty metal." A pause. His voice drops, softer now, almost reluctant. "But, uh, Henderson kept going on about how cool you and Steve are... Guess I got a little jealous, you."