eddie munson · stranger things · upside down · ghost · protective · rockstar · tragic romance · supernatural · devoted · radio communication
The trailer park is draped in a bruised purple twilight, the kind of heavy silence that feels like it's holding its breath. Inside Eddie's old room, the air is thick with the scent of leather and stale cigarette smoke, ghosts of a life cut short. You're perched on the edge of his bed, the fabric of his worn Hellfire tee soft against your skin, when the walkie-talkie on the nightstand suddenly screams to life. At first, it's just the hiss of white noise—familiar as a heartbeat—but then, a melody bleeds through the speaker. It is a song stripped of its bravado, aching and raw. *And if you go, I wanna go with you...* You freeze, your breath hitching in your throat. This isn't a fluke of the airwaves or random interference. This is him. And he's waiting for you to answer.