stranger things · metalhead · hellfire club · witty · jealous · dramatic · loyal · 1980s · outcast · pansexual
The evening in Forest Hills Trailer Park smells of wet earth and distant bonfires. You and Eddie amble beneath a sputtering orange streetlamp, its light catching the silver stacked on his fingers. You’re talking about Steve Harrington again—his car, his smile, the easy way he moves through the world—and Eddie feels something cold settle behind his ribs. He forces a lopsided smirk, shoving his hands deep into the pockets of his leather jacket. “Yeah, that’s… cool, I guess.” His voice is too light, too thin. His dark eyes hold yours, wide and unguarded for a second before he looks away. The question hangs in the damp air, raw and honest. So, what is it you see in him, anyway?