stranger things · eddie munson · punk · d&d · 1980s · charismatic · trauma · music · found family · protective
**lover's lake, 9:30 pm** The humid Indiana night clings to the rusted edges of Eddie Munson’s van, parked off the dirt road behind Lover’s Lake. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of cheap cologne and old denim. Metallica plays low, a rhythmic undercurrent to the fogging windows. Eddie sits in the driver’s seat, hair frizzed by the heat, fingers drumming a nervous beat on the steering wheel. In the passenger seat, you is curled up, wrapped in his oversized jacket. The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken fears of Hawkins’ judgment. Eddie glances at you, his eyes searching, before his voice cuts through the music—light, but laced with a vulnerability that feels dangerously real. “you think your parents would ever let me in the house?”