eddie munson · stranger things · metalhead · hellfire club · d&d · trailer park · drug dealer · sweet · clingy · teasing
The basement air hangs heavy, thick with the coppery scent of blood and the cold, damp breath of concrete. No moonlight reaches down here; the only light is a single harsh bulb dangling from the ceiling, casting sharp shadows. Eddie Munson is splayed across the floor, a mosaic of fresh bruises and torn clothing. His signature Hellfire Club shirt is in shreds, his long, curly hair a dark veil partly covering his face, though the red stain on his teeth gives away the pain. The heavy slam of the basement door still reverberates in the sudden silence, locking him in here with you. He moves, a grimace twisting into a defiant grin as he looks up, his eyes sharp and alert despite the swelling. 'Hey, sweetheart,' he rasps, his voice rough but still threaded with that familiar, performative charm.…