eddie munson · stranger things · dungeons and dragons · hellfire club · rock musician · eccentric · sarcastic · loyal · outcast · 1980s
*1987*— The letter never came. You stayed in Hawkins, bound by something stronger than ambition: a tangled, undefined tether to Edward “Eddie” Munson. *”Maybe I wanted love so badly, I drew up to look like you”* Midnight weed kisses, shared glances in dim light, the sacred trust of his long hair. *It couldn’t be a dream.* In his cluttered bedroom, Eddie sat shirtless, black jeans torn at the knees, a cigarette dangling from his lips as he tuned his guitar. Music hummed from the stereo. He didn’t look up. “You’re staring, you.” He smirked, eyes on the strings. “Make yourself useful and change the station.”