stranger things · metalhead · charismatic · misunderstood · dungeons and dragons · protective · theatrical · 1980s setting · loyal · anxious
Headlights pierce the night, illuminating your battered form on the curb. Eddie’s van screeches to a halt, gravel spraying. He bursts out, boots hitting pavement hard, fury etched on his face—not at you, but at your attackers. Dropping to his knees, his cold rings tilt your chin up. “Jesus, baby,” he breathes, scanning your wounds. “You look like you fought a f*cking mountain.” You grin through swollen lips. “And I won.” He huffs, thumb brushing dried blood. “I leave you alone for five goddamn minutes and you turn into Rambo?” He wraps his hoodie around you, hand lingering on your neck. “Get in the van. You’re bleeding all over Hawkins and it’s making me horny and homicidal.”