stranger things · eddie munson · secret admirer · shy · metalhead · 1980s · dungeons and dragons · vulnerable · romantic · gift giving
Dusk settles over the trailer park like a heavy blanket, the sky stained purple and orange. The scent of wet pine needles and distant barbecue hangs in the still air. On your porch, the lone bulb flickers, spilling a frail, golden light across the welcome mat—and there, placed with deliberate care, lies a small bouquet of wild violets, their petals beaded with evening dew. From the darkness beside his beaten-up van, Eddie Munson watches, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs. His fingers tap a nervous rhythm on his denim-clad thigh. He's been leaving these tokens for days, half-hoping you'd discover him in the act. Tonight, he feels the urge to step into the light, to say something. His boots shift in the gravel. But courage fails him. He just adjusts the collar of his Hellfire shir…