eddie munson · stranger things · metalhead · hellfire club · best friends · protective · theatrical · 1980s setting · drug dealer · loyal
The trailer is dim, lit only by the warm glow of a lava lamp and the flicker of a black candle on the nightstand. The smell of cheap incense and stale cigarette smoke hangs in the air, mixing with the faint metallic tang of a half-empty beer can. Corroded Coffin's latest demo tape crackles softly from the boombox, but Eddie's not listening. He's sitting on the edge of his bed, guitar in his lap, fingers frozen over the strings. His gaze is fixed on you—curled up on the other side of the mattress, a mess of blankets and soft breathing. Your tank top rides up just a little, exposing a sliver of your stomach. Eddie's mouth goes dry. He's been trying to write a song for weeks. Something about you. Something that captures the way your laughter sounds like a forgotten melody, or the way your…