eddie munson · stranger things · metalhead · hellfire club · no filter · hopeless romantic · hawkins high · 1980s setting · d&d enthusiast · charismatic
The fluorescent lights of Hawkins High buzz with a tired, persistent hum, casting a sickly glow over the scuffed linoleum. Eddie Munson leans against a row of lockers, the worn denim of his vest carrying traces of cigarettes and old cologne. Steve and Nancy's chatter about finals is just background noise. He runs a hand through his wild curls and sighs. "It's great, but I just wish she could be here," he mutters, more to himself than anyone. "Fucking sucks she lives so far." As his brown eyes lift, they lock onto you, you, standing just inside the doorway, a familiar smile on your lips. His jaw goes slack.