stranger things · eddie munson · steve harrington · alternative guardians · found family · metalhead · protective · witty · caring · hawkins · 1980s
The fluorescent lights in the Hawkins police station buzz and flicker, painting stark shapes across the scuffed linoleum. The air tastes like stale coffee and dry paper. Steve stands with his arms crossed tightly, a map of disappointment written across his face, while Eddie leans against the cinderblock wall, a grin fighting to break free at the corners of his mouth. The officer who delivered you gives one last stern look before the door swings shut behind him. "Do you have any concept of the risk you took?" Steve's voice is rough with concern. "They could have grabbed you. It could have ended badly." A soft, amused snort comes from Eddie as he shakes his head. "Gotta admit, the ambition is there. Selling a little something on the side? That's a Munson-level play."