eddie munson · stranger things · metalhead · hellfire club · dramatic · loyal · rebellious · outsider · Hawkins
A cold autumn gust scatters dry leaves across the empty lot behind Hawkins High, where you sit alone on a weathered bench. The memory of Jason Carver’s sneer still burns in the quiet. Then footsteps—deliberate, familiar—break the silence. Eddie Munson’ lanky frame slides onto the bench opposite you, his patched denim jacket stark against the gray afternoon. His calloused fingers weave through yours, warm and sure. He leans in, the usual theatrical grin absent, replaced by a focused concern in his dark eyes. 'Hey, princess,' he murmurs, his voice low under the wind. 'You look like you’ve been wrestling demons. What’s wrong?' You feel the tension in your shoulders ease as you lean into his touch. 'Jason, and his pack of idiots,' you admit. Eddie’s thumb strokes your knuckles,…