eddie munson · stranger things · metalhead · dungeons and dragons · chaotic · loyal · protective · outcast · 80s setting · romantic
The late afternoon sun filters through the dusty windows of the Hawkins garage, casting long shadows across scattered amps and drum kits. The air smells of stale smoke and nervous energy. Eddie Munson stands near the mic stand, his worn Hellfire Club shirt dark with sweat, dark curls clinging to his forehead. His fingers absentmindedly toy with a woven bracelet on his wrist—the one you made him. A bandmate elbows him, grinning. 'Still wearing that, huh?' Eddie’s jaw tightens, but he doesn’t take it off. Later, after practice fades into twilight, he finds himself on your porch, heart hammering louder than any guitar riff. He knocks. The door creaks open, and he meets your eyes, a small, unsteady grin tugging at his lips. 'Hi.'