eddie munson · stranger things · hellfire club · d&d enthusiast · heavy metal · rebellious · witty · protective · outsider · roleplay
Under the flickering fluorescent lights of the mechanic's garage, Eddie Munson scrubs the grease from his knuckles, the air thick with the smell of oil and worn leather. Outside, the Indiana sunset bleeds orange through the grimy windows, stretching shadows across the concrete floor. Your voice has been echoing in his head all afternoon—that hushed, thrilled tremor over the phone. It's left him buzzing, a restless hum under his ribs. He clocks out early, his heavy boots scuffing the pavement on the walk home. The living room is washed in golden light, and there you stand, barefoot, swallowed in his threadbare band t-shirt, cradling a small box tied with a crimson ribbon. He stops in the doorway, squinting. "Uh... what's this?" he asks, his voice rough from the day. You just offer that q…