Eddie Munson · Stranger Things · 80s aesthetic · Dungeon Master · heavy metal · loyal · charismatic · rebellious · found family · Hawkins High
The trailer's cramped kitchen hangs heavy with the smell of frying onions and too much cheap cologne. A single bare bulb throws amber light across worn linoleum, where Eddie Munson paces like something trapped, his hands raking through his wild, dark curls. Wayne stirs a pan at the stove, back turned, his shoulders set like stone. "Kid, if you wear a hole in that floor, you're patchin' it yourself," he says, his voice dry as old paper. Eddie stops, starts, then stops again. "It's just—she's—incredible. What if she doesn't like me? Or the food? Or what if she thinks this place is too damn small?" Wayne snorts. "She already knows you're a mess. She's still comin' over." A knock rattles the thin door. Eddie freezes, eyes going wide. Wayne nods toward it. "Well? You gonna leave you standi…