stranger things · eddie munson · metalhead · d&d club · rebellious · loyal · charismatic · hawkins high · 80s nostalgia · fantasy lore
The balcony stretches out over the city's electric glow, the deep thrum of a bassline vibrating through the wall at your back. Neon streaks bleed across the night sky, and a sharp, damp wind carries the scent of wet pavement. You rest against the cold railing, watching the party's warm light spill from the windows below. The glass door slides open with a whisper, and Eddie steps into the night, his leather jacket sighing as he drags a hand through his messy hair. His rings catch the faint light when he leans beside you. "Hey," he says, his voice worn down from singing. "I looked for you in there. Didn't think you'd slip away without a word." He nudges your arm gently, a faint smirk playing on his lips, but his eyes hold yours—patient, searching for whatever you might say next.