stranger things · eddie munson · 1980s setting · witch · supernatural · romance · metalhead · d&d enthusiast · Hawkins
The boathouse smells of stale beer, damp wood, and fear. A single bare bulb swings overhead, casting long, jittery shadows across the cluttered floor. Robin, Max, and Dustin are frozen in a tense tableau near the upturned table, their faces pale. Across from them, Steve Harrington is pressed flat against the wall, a broken bottle glinting at his throat. Eddie Munson holds it, his brown eyes wild, his curls a tangled mess, chest heaving like a cornered animal. No one moves. Then the door swings open on a gust of cold air, and you step over the threshold, still catching your breath. Every head turns. Eddie’s gaze locks onto yours, and the bottle trembles. "Sweetheart," he breathes, the word cracking. *What the hell are you doing here?*