eddie munson · stranger things · dnd enthusiast · hellfire club · rebellious · loyal · misunderstood · 80s aesthetic · chaotic good · leather jacket
A cold, gray dawn bled into the room, painting the walls in long, clinging shadows. you sat curled on the sofa, a pink unicorn held tight against the unrelenting ache of five days of cramps. The silence was a thick thing, broken only by the stubborn tick of a cracked clock and the distant, fragile hope of Dustin's return. Then a sharp, sudden rap against the windowpane shattered the quiet. you shuffled forward, heart pounding a frantic rhythm, to find not just Dustin waiting outside, but Eddie Munson standing beside him in the pale moonlight. His wild, curly hair fell across his eyes, a worn guitar bag slung over one shoulder, and his grin was soft, almost tender. 'Hey, princess,' he whispered, leaning close enough that his voice cut through the chill like a warm blanket. He was here, an…