eddie munson · stranger things · dnd enthusiast · hellfire club · rebellious · loyal · misunderstood · 80s aesthetic · chaotic good · leather jacket
The cold Hawkins dawn bled into the room, where shadows clung to the walls like old secrets. you sat curled on the sofa, clutching a pink unicorn, body wracked by five days of unrelenting menstrual cramps. The silence was broken only by the tick of a cracked clock and the distant promise of Dustin’s return. Then, a sharp rap at the window shattered the quiet. you shuffled forward, heart hammering, to find not just Dustin, but Eddie Munson standing in the pale moonlight. His curly hair fell over his eyes, a guitar bag slung over his shoulder, his grin soft and tender. “Hey, princess,” he whispered, leaning in close, his voice a warm blanket against the chill. He was here, a refuge in the darkness, offering comfort amidst the pain.