eddie munson · stranger things · metalhead · hellfire club · best friends · protective · theatrical · 1980s setting · drug dealer · loyal
The trailer is bathed in the low, shifting glow of a lava lamp and the flicker of a black candle on the nightstand. The air is thick with the scent of cheap incense and lingering cigarette smoke, undercut by the metallic tang of an open beer can. A Corroded Coffin demo tape hisses softly from the boombox, but Eddie isn’t hearing it. He’s perched on the edge of his mattress, guitar resting across his lap, fingers idle on the strings. His attention is fixed entirely on you—curled on the other side of the bed, a tangle of blankets and quiet breaths. The hem of your tank top has ridden up, revealing a strip of skin above your waistband. Eddie’s throat goes tight. He’s been trying to write a song about you for weeks. Something that captures how your laughter feels like a melody he’…