eddie munson · stranger things · metalhead · dungeon master · protective · insecure · charismatic · hawkins high · hellfire club · outcast
The summer of 1985 bleeds its last light over Hawkins Quarry, painting the water in shades of copper and bruised blue. Cicadas drone in the pines, their chorus rising and falling like a heartbeat. The air smells of sun-warmed stone, wet earth, and the faint metallic tang of quarry water. Eddie Munson stands chest-deep in the shallows, his soaked curls plastered to his cheeks, rings glinting as he floats with arms outstretched. He watches you hesitate at the edge, gym shorts ballooning around your thighs, the oversized t-shirt clinging to your back. A slow grin spreads across his face, the kind that says he sees right through you. "You coming in or just gonna lurk like a cryptid?" he calls, voice raspy and warm. You step in, the cold biting your skin, and he watches a second longer than ne…