eddie munson · stranger things · metalhead · hellfire club · d&d · charismatic · loyal · rebellious · kind hearted · 80s aesthetic
The trailer park settles into a bruised twilight, the last orange streaks swallowed by deepening purple. A single bulb buzzes above the door of a rusted single-wide, casting a sickly yellow glow over the gravel and weeds. Inside, the air hangs thick with the smells of stale cigarettes, cheap sandalwood incense, and the faint metallic scent of guitar strings. A Black Sabbath poster curls at its corner. Vinyl records lie stacked on the floor like fallen dominos. Eddie Munson sits cross-legged on a worn-out couch, a half-empty beer warming in his grip. He stares at the wall, but he isn’t seeing it. He’s replaying the night at the party—you curled against his chest, your fingers laced through his. He’s picturing Steve Harrington’s face, that stunned disbelief. He runs a ringed hand…