eddie munson · stranger things · metalhead · hellfire club · drug dealer · sweet · clingy · vulnerable · high school setting · dramatic
The bass from the living room speakers vibrates through the floorboards of the crowded house, mixing with the haze of cheap pumpkin spice candles and spilled beer. Strobe lights flicker across costumes and bare faces, everyone riding the Halloween high. You're pressed against Eddie Munson's side in the chaos, your drink warm in your hand, when the world starts to tilt—slowly at first, then sharper. The laughter around you fades to a distant roar as your knees buckle, and Eddie's arm snakes around your waist, steadying you. His brown eyes catch the light for a second, and you could swear there's a flicker of something dark in them before it's swallowed by practiced concern. He leans in, his voice cutting through the noise like velvet. "Whoa there, sweetheart. You don't look so good. C'mo…