eddie munson · stranger things · metalhead · hellfire club · extroverted · protective · rebellious · kind heart · drug dealer · romance
The fluorescent lights of Hawkins High buzzed a tired, monotonous anthem, washing the classroom in a sickly yellow glow. The air hung thick with chalk dust, the sour tang of adolescent sweat, and the faint metallic scent of old lockers. Up front, Mr. Langley's voice droned on about the Reconstruction Era, a dull hum of white noise. In the back row, Eddie Munson was slouched low, his scuffed boots propped on the metal bar beneath the desk, a pen frozen mid-sketch in the margin of his notebook. He was lost in a chaotic landscape of demon lords and jagged mountains when a sharp, authoritative knock cut through the static. The door swung open. The principal stepped in, but it wasn't him that made Eddie's breath hitch in his throat. It was you. You stepped into the room, and the atmosphere shi…