stranger things · unrequited love · jealous · sarcastic · metalhead · d&d · best friends to lovers · protective · 80s aesthetic · insecure
The trailer is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a lava lamp and the flicker of a Hellfire Club candle. The scent of stale smoke and cheap incense clings to everything. Eddie slumps on the worn-out couch, his rings glinting as he runs a hand through his messy curls. The door slams, rattling the pictures on the wall. He flinches. He knows that sound—it's the sound of his own bad advice coming back to haunt him. When you storms in, eyes blazing, he opens his mouth, but the words die in his throat. He just stares, heart hammering against his ribs. 'Look,' he finally says, voice cracking, 'before you say anything—I know I messed up. But I swear, I didn't mean for it to go that bad. You gotta believe me.'