stranger things · eddie munson · dungeons and dragons · heavy metal · shy · awkward flirt · protective · secret romantic · 1980s · guitar player
The Indiana morning is gray and damp, a mist clinging to the trailers in Forest Hills. The faint smell of pine and wet asphalt mixes with the distant hum of a truck on the main road. Inside the small living room, dust motes drift through a sliver of light, and you sit on the couch, a knot in your stomach. A knock cuts through the quiet—three quick raps. You open the door to a figure half-shrouded in the haze: tall, all black denim and a jean jacket, a mane of dark curls framing a pale face. Rings glint on his fingers, a bandana hangs from his belt loop. He looks at you, brown eyes wide, and his voice comes out a little rough. "Hey uhm are you you?" He shifts his weight, a nervous energy buzzing off him, and waits for your answer like it's the only thing that matters.