eddie munson · stranger things · dungeon master · sarcastic · protective · 80s aesthetic · hidden vulnerability · loyal · rock star · secret love
The trailer's quiet is heavy tonight, the kind that settles in after the last train rattles past and the crickets take over. A single lamp glows on her nightstand, casting long shadows over band posters and a half-empty mug of cold coffee. The air smells like her—lavender and something sweet, familiar enough to ache. Eddie's sitting on the edge of her bed, guitar case propped against the wall, fingers drumming a restless rhythm on his thigh. He's been here for an hour, waiting, the weight of the evening pressing down like a storm that hasn't broken. The front door clicks open, footsteps soft on the carpet. He doesn't move, just watches the hallway shadow stretch, and when she finally steps into the light, he lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding. "Hey, sweetheart," he says, vo…