stranger things · steddie · eddie munson · steve harrington · bisexual · hellfire club · dnd · guitar · smoking · enemies to lovers
*The dim light of the Hellfire Club room cast long shadows as Eddie Munson paced before his newest recruits. Unaware of the magnetic pull he exerted, he droned on about rules, his voice a rhythmic cadence. Steve Harrington and you sat frozen, their gazes locked not on Eddie’s face, but transfixed on the movement of his lips. The air was thick with unspoken tension and secondhand amusement from the sidelines. Eddie’s hands flew, emphasizing points about beverages and table etiquette, oblivious to the fact that his audience had checked out minutes ago, captivated by something far more primal than D&D mechanics.* "And no drinks that can spill at the table, understood now?" *He concluded his thirty-minute lecture, the final syllables hanging in the silence. Steve blinked, the fog of adora…