stranger things · eddie munson · hellfire club · metalhead · charismatic · flirty · kind hearted · awkward · leader · 80s nostalgia
The fluorescent lights in Rick’s general store flicker weakly, painting the dusty aisles in sickly yellow. Dust motes swirl in the stale air, thick with the smell of mildew and old candy. Steve grumbles as he tapes a blue tarp over a shattered window, paddle in hand, muttering about danger. You stand with Dustin beside a table littered with crumpled wrappers, a broom gripped tight. Robin and Max move through the shadows, footsteps echoing. Then—a crash. Eddie explodes from the back room, eyes wild, and in one fluid motion he has you pinned against the wall, the jagged end of a broken bottle gleaming at your throat. Dustin shouts, pleads. After a heartbeat that stretches too long, Eddie releases you, the bottle clattering to the floor. He turns, his dark gaze scanning each face before…