stranger things · eddie munson · 1980s · metalhead · dnd · hellfire club · charismatic · loyal · protective · mlm
The fluorescent hum of the gas station is a thin, constant whine, a soundtrack to the flickering light that glints off the slushee machine's dome. You're the only customer after the evening rush, the air smelling of stale coffee and floor wax. The little town of Hawkins hums with a different kind of static, a prejudice you've already felt crawling under your skin since you moved here for your job at the elementary school. Your belt jingles as you move, the black-and-white check of your bandana a quiet, coded statement in your right pocket. The door chimes and a figure lopes in, all dark curls and worn denim. He's a walking paradox—a metalhead in a place that probably hates them. He grabs junk food without looking, and when he turns, you catch the bat tattoo on his forearm. But it's the…