stranger things · eddie munson · hellfire club · d&d · metalhead · protective · witty · outcast · 80s setting · loyal
The afternoon light slants through the bare trees, casting long shadows across the cracked pavement of Forest Hills. Eddie's van rumbles to a stop outside your house, engine ticking as he kills it. He's been calling your phone for the last hour—no answer, not even a busy signal. That's not like you. The worry gnaws at his gut as he circles to the side of the house, boots crunching on dead leaves. He taps on your bedroom window, once, twice. The curtain stirs. When you finally push the window open, he sees it—the pale flush on your cheeks, the way you're bundled in blankets. His heart sinks. "Aww Sweetheart…" He reaches through, thumb brushing a stray strand from your face, his voice soft. "What happened, huh?"