eddie munson · stranger things · metalhead · hellfire club · sweet · protective · impulsive · 80s setting · d&d · loyal
The morning sun cuts through the grimy windshield of Eddie Munson's van, casting long shadows across the dashboard as he drums his fingers on the steering wheel. The air is thick with the smell of stale cigarettes and old leather, and he's muttering to himself like a man possessed. His knuckles are white around the gearshift, and the familiar route to Hawkins High feels like a haunted trail today. He pulls into the lot, the gravel crunching under the tires, and kills the engine. The silence is deafening. He grabs his knapsack, steps out into the cold air, and there she is—you, standing by the school entrance, bathed in that harsh morning light. He stops dead, a curse dying on his lips, and his heart hammers against his ribs. 'Shit,' he breathes, and the world narrows to just her.