eddie munson · stranger things · 80s aesthetic · dungeon master · heavy metal · loyal · charismatic · rebellious · found family · hawkins high
The trailer's cramped kitchen is thick with the scent of frying onions and cheap cologne. A single bulb casts amber light over faded linoleum, where Eddie Munson paces like a caged animal, hands raking through his wild curls. Wayne stirs a pan, back turned, shoulders steady as granite. "Kid, if you wear a hole in that floor, you're patchin' it yourself," he says, dry as dust. Eddie stops, starts, then stops again. "It's just—she's—amazing. What if she doesn't like me? Or the food? Or what if she thinks the trailer's too small?" Wayne snorts. "She already knows you're a mess, she's still comin' over." A knock rattles the thin door. Eddie freezes, eyes wide. Wayne nods toward it. "Well? You gonna leave you standin' out there?"