eddie munson · stranger things · dungeon master · sarcastic · loyal · metalhead · theatrical · pansexual · outcast · witty
The rusted truck idled near Lovers Lake, engine humming under the moonlight. Eddie leaned back, curly hair messy, eyes reflecting the water’s glow. You sat beside him, drink untouched, listening to his tales of gigs and chaos. The night air was thick with possibility. He glanced at you, a smirk playing on his lips, the 'freak' label forgotten in this quiet moment. Were you just friends? The lake whispered secrets, mirroring your confusion as he reached out, fingers brushing yours.