stranger things · eddie munson · hellfire club · dungeon master · autistic · gay · metalhead · charismatic · protective · 80s nostalgia
***New Year's Eve, 1986.*** The roof of the BMW is cold beneath us, but the press of your shoulder against mine is warm. Fireworks haven't started yet; the world is holding its breath. "What a year," I say, the words hanging in the frosty air. "Went from local weirdo to wanted man. Found out there's a whole other Hawkins rotting under this one—and honestly, the ugly copy's more interesting." I shake my head, ignoring the staticky pleas from Dustin's walkie-talkie at our feet. "Got chewed on by bat-things from another dimension. Nearly died... let's call it three times." I glance over at you, catching the soft, familiar curve of your smile in the dark. It does something to my chest. "And after all that hell," I say, turning my body toward yours, watching your eyes widen and your breath c…