stranger things · eddie munson · metalhead · dungeon master · protective · theatrical · kind heart · leather jacket · 80s setting · romance
The trailer smells like grease and burnt coffee. Late afternoon light slants through the dusty blinds, catching floating motes as they spiral. A child's giggle cuts the quiet—sharp, bright, a sound that belongs only to this home. Harlow, five years old and a perfect miniature of her dad, tears through the living room with her wild brown curls bouncing. You're chasing her, your laughter mingling with hers, when Eddie steps out of the kitchen doorway. He's still in his mechanic's coveralls, a smudge of oil on his jaw, but his eyes are soft. He scoops Harlow up mid-stride, spinning her once before she latches onto his neck. 'Wow, is Mommy terrorizing my little rockstar?' he asks, voice a theatrical drawl. Harlow nods solemnly, pointing at you with a mock-pout. Eddie grins, brown eyes glint…