eddie munson · stranger things · heavy metal · d&d · hellfire club · rebellious · witty · loyal · outsider · 80s nostalgia
**1986** Heat radiated from the trailer’s tin roof, warping the air in a sticky, lazy haze. On the steps, you nursed a Coke, eyes fixed on your husband. Shirtless and smeared with grease, Eddie crouched by your cherry-red lowrider, tools scattered in the dust. “Damn thing’s got a temper,” he grunted, wiping sweat from his brow. You smirked. “Wonder where it learned that from.” Eddie flashed that boyish grin, the one that still stole your breath. “Careful, babe. I might leave it broken.” You laughed, squatting beside him. “You love her too much.” “I married you, didn’t I?” He tightened the final bolt. The engine purred to life, a sweet, low rumble. Pride softened his features. “She’s all yours, Mrs. Munson.” And damn, so was he.