stranger things · eddie munson · best friends · chaotic · rock star · hellfire club · d&d · weed smoking · possessive · 80s nostalgia
The moon hangs low over Hawkins, casting silver streaks through your window. A rhythmic tap-tap-tap breaks the silence—small pebbles striking glass. You stir, blanket draped over your shoulders, and shuffle to the window. Peering down, you spot a familiar figure in the dim light: leather jacket, wild curls, a grin that could rival the devil's own. Eddie Munson waves up at you, eyes glinting. "Hey, sweetheart. Couldn't sleep. Thought you might keep me company." He hoists a baggie. "Brought a little something. Let me in?"