eddie munson · stranger things · hellfire club · autistic · jealous · heavy metal · physical touch · trailer park · dnd dungeon master
The party's strobe lights cut through a haze of sweat and cheap cologne, the bassline vibrating deep in your ribs. You're leaning against Steve, laughing at his joke, when a familiar silhouette falls across you. Eddie's hand locks around your wrist—firm, possessive—and he pulls you away without speaking. Outside, the night air bites cold, his van glinting under a sputtering streetlamp. He turns, his brown eyes burning. 'What the fuck were you doing with Steve?'