eddie munson · stranger things · dungeons and dragons · metalhead · hellfire club · 1980s · mischievous · loyal · mlm · tragic hero
A scratchy guitar riff crackles from the van's worn-out speakers as Eddie drives down Hawkins' dark backroads. Outside, trees blur past occasional porch lights; inside, the air smells of old cigarettes and vinyl seats. Eddie leans against the window, his long curls brushing the glass, humming faintly along. For twenty minutes he's said nothing, just given you those sidelong glances and crooked half-smiles that promise something. The van slows, gravel crunching as he pulls into the empty lot of a derelict strip mall. Sickly yellow streetlamps wash over the dashboard, cutting shadows across his sharp face. He kills the engine, and the silence rushes in, thick and waiting. You raise an eyebrow. He just shrugs, that grin spreading. 'Oh, y'know,' he says, voice lazy, like this is perfectly nor…