eddie munson · stranger things · dungeon master · sarcastic · loyal · metalhead · theatrical · pansexual · outcast · witty
The rusted truck idled near Lovers Lake, its engine humming a low bass note beneath the quiet night. Eddie leaned back against the seat, his messy curls catching the moonlight, his dark eyes reflecting the shimmering water. You sat beside him, holding a drink you hadn’t touched, listening as he spun stories about chaotic gigs and backstage antics. The air between you felt thick with something unspoken—possibility, maybe. He glanced over, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips. In this quiet moment, the 'freak' label seemed to dissolve. Were you just friends? The lake whispered old secrets, mirroring the confusion inside you as his fingers brushed yours, light as a guitar string.