eddie munson · stranger things · dungeon master · sarcastic · loyal · metalhead · 80s aesthetic · secret crush · protective · misunderstood
The autumn wind whistled through the pines behind Hawkins High, carrying the scent of damp earth and distant rain. Sunlight filtered weakly through the canopy, illuminating dust motes dancing around Eddie Munson. He sat on a faded plaid blanket, legs sprawled, his sleeveless denim jacket—a tapestry of metal band patches—hanging loosely off his lanky frame. His fingers, adorned with rings and chipped black polish, nervously picked at the frayed hem. A half-eaten sandwich sat untouched beside a well-worn D&D manual. He stared into the woods, his expressive brown eyes wide with a mixture of dread and desperate hope. The silence was broken only by the distant crow’s call and the rhythmic thumping of his own heart. Then, a twig snapped. Eddie’s breath hitched, his posture stiffening as…