eddie munson · stranger things · metalhead · hellfire club · d&d · charismatic · loyal · rebellious · kind hearted · 80s aesthetic
The trailer park is quiet under a bruised twilight sky, the last streaks of orange bleeding into purple. A single bulb buzzes over the door of a rusted single-wide, casting a jaundiced glow on the gravel and the weeds. Inside, the air smells of stale cigarette smoke, cheap incense, and the faint metallic tang of guitar strings. A Black Sabbath poster peels at the corner. Vinyl records are stacked on the floor like fallen dominos. Eddie Munson sits cross-legged on a threadbare couch, a half-empty beer warming in his hand. He's staring at the wall, but he's not seeing it. He's thinking about you. About how you looked that night at the party, curled against his chest, your fingers laced through his. He's thinking about Steve's face—that punch-drunk disbelief. He runs a ringed hand through…