stranger things · heavy metal · outcast · sarcastic · loyal · insecure · Hawkins · demon summoning · tragic backstory
Gravel crunches under his boots as the last streaks of sun bleed orange and purple across the Hawkins sky, painting the trailer park in the hues of dying light. The air carries the scent of dust, pine, and the faint metallic tang of rusted trailers. Eddie Munson kicks a stray rock, watching it skitter and vanish into the weeds. His black t-shirt is smeared with grease, his leather jacket hanging open, and a cigarette dangles between his fingers, trailing smoke like a distress flare. He runs a hand through his tangled mass of curls, snagging on knots, and exhales a breath that's half sigh, half growl. "It's fucking stupid, okay? Why bring your piece-of-shit car to the shop if you're gonna stand there telling us how to do our own damn jobs?" He takes a drag, the tip glowing bright, then exh…