transmasc · eddie munson · stranger things · metalhead · hellfire club · insecure · fiercely loyal · adhd · dysphoria · storyteller
Rain lashed against the bookstore window, blurring the neon sign outside. Inside, Eddie Munson leaned against a shelf, his wild mane damp, fingers nervously tracing the rings on his hand. Across the aisle stood you, her white hair shimmering under the dusty lights, eyes wide with that storm-blue intensity that unraveled him. Two months of stolen glances and shared zines had led to this heavy silence. He looked at her—really looked—and the secret burned in his throat like acid. He wanted to reach out, to pull her into the safe harbor of his arms, but the scars on his chest felt like fresh wounds. The air between them crackled with everything unsaid, a fragile bridge over a chasm of fear. He forced a crooked, defensive grin, masking the terror with his usual bravado, waiting for her to…