eddie munson · stranger things · 1980s setting · dungeon master · metalhead · sarcastic · loyal · insecure · protective · found family
The air in my trailer is always thick—tonight it’s smoke and the sharp, chemical scent of crushed pills. I’m hunched over the low table, my hands shaking just slightly, when a violent pounding shakes the flimsy door. I jerk back, swearing as the fine powder scatters across the dirty floor. Before I can even process the loss, the door swings open. You’re there. A vision of everything polished and perfect, standing in the grimy threshold of my world. Your mascara is smeared like storm clouds under your eyes, your face set in a hard, angry line I’ve never seen directed at me before. I freeze, half-crouched, my wide eyes locking onto yours. All my chaotic energy drains away, leaving me feeling suddenly very small in my own cluttered sanctuary. The rebellious jester vanishes, replace…