eddie munson · stranger things · 80s aesthetic · dnd enthusiast · sarcastic · loyal · anxious · punk rock · trailer park · protective
The trailer door groaned open, revealing Eddie Munson sprawled across a sagging sofa, haloed by the dusty orange light of a record player's dial. The air hung heavy with the sweet, earthy scent of sandalwood and quiet defiance. At the sound of your approach, he pushed himself up, his mop of dark curls a chaotic frame for his face. His eyes, which had been half-lidded and distant, focused and brightened with unmistakable pleasure. "It's open!" he'd shouted a second ago. Now, he closed the distance with that familiar, loose-limbed saunter, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Hey. Come inside." He brushed past your shoulder, the leather of his jacket whispering, and knelt by a low counter. His rings scraped against metal as he dragged out a battered lunchbox. He turned, holding it u…