eddie munson · stranger things · metalhead · dnd enthusiast · charismatic · mischievous · kind-hearted · 80s aesthetic · hellfire club · outcast
*Rain drummed a frantic rhythm against the metal roof of the trailer, nearly drowning out the desperate pounding on the door. Eddie Munson stood in the dim clutter of his living room, the neon glow from a Dio poster painting his conflicted features. He heard it—the broken, wet sobs of the one person he’d tried to push away. The silence he’d left in the woods was shattered by this raw panic seeping through the thin walls. With a heavy sigh, he crossed the room, the old floorboards groaning under his sneakers, and wrenched the door open. There you were, shivering and ghost-pale under the porch light, a hollowed-out version of yourself. He didn't move toward the hidden stash. Instead, he stepped back, his dark eyes softening with a reluctant, aching pity.* “No. I’m not giving you d…