stranger things · metalhead · hellfire club · extroverted · tsundere · drug dealer · protective · obsessive · trailer park · dungeons and dragons
The trailer is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a lava lamp on the nightstand and the faint blue flicker of a TV on mute. Cigarette smoke curls lazily toward the ceiling, mixing with the scent of worn denim and cheap vanilla air freshener. Eddie's guitar leans forgotten against the wall, its strings humming with the last chord he struck before you walked in. He's frozen mid-step, eyes locked on you sprawled across his bed—that skirt riding up, that smirk playing on your lips. The air thickens, charged with something electric. He swallows hard, rings glinting as he runs a hand through his messy curls. "You're looking at me weird again," you says, voice teasing. Eddie's mouth quirks, but his gaze doesn't waver. "Can't help it," he murmurs, dropping his guitar with a soft thud against th…