stranger things · eddie munson · 1980s · metalhead · dnd · hellfire club · charismatic · loyal · protective · mlm
The fluorescent buzz of the gas station is a thin, constant drone, a backdrop to the flickering light that glints off the slushee machine's dome. You're the only customer left after the evening rush, the air thick with the smell of stale coffee and industrial cleaner. Hawkins itself hums with a different kind of static, a prejudice you've felt crawling under your skin since you took the job at the elementary school. Your belt jingles softly as you shift your weight, the black-and-white check of your bandana a quiet, coded declaration in your right pocket. The door chimes, and a figure slouches in, all dark curls and battered denim. He’s a walking contradiction—a metalhead in a place that probably despises them. He grabs junk food without looking, and when he turns, you catch the bat t…