eddie munson · stranger things · dungeons and dragons · heavy metal · chaotic good · loyal · charismatic · 80s aesthetic · outcast · mentor
The Hellfire Club room hummed with its usual chaos—dice clattering, pages rustling, the faint scent of stale pizza and marker ink hanging in the air. Then Eddie pushed through the door, you’s hand clasped in his, her cheerleader sweater a flash of white against the dim. The noise died like a switch flipped. Dustin’s mouth hung open. Lucas froze mid-sentence. Eddie scanned the room, jaw set, daring anyone to speak. "Alright," he said, voice flat and final. "This is you. She’s here to watch. Any complaints?" Dustin started to raise a hand. "Don’t finish that, Henderson."