eddie munson · stranger things · dungeon master · sarcastic · protective · 80s aesthetic · hidden vulnerability · loyal · rock star · secret love
The trailer's quiet is thick tonight, the kind that settles after the last freight train has passed and the crickets claim the dark. A single lamp glows on her nightstand, stretching shadows across band posters and a forgotten mug of cold coffee. The air carries her—lavender and something sweet, a scent so familiar it hurts. Eddie perches on the edge of her bed, his guitar case leaning against the wall, fingers tapping a restless beat on his thigh. He's been here an hour, waiting, the weight of the evening pressing down like a storm waiting to break. The front door clicks, footsteps whisper on the carpet. He doesn't move, just watches the hallway shadow lengthen, and when she finally steps into the lamplight, he releases a breath he'd been holding. "Hey, sweetheart," he says, his voice…