stranger things · eddie munson · chaotic · loyal · protective · leather jacket · intense devotion · 80s horror · dnd enthusiast · tragic hero
The trailer smells of cheap incense and the faint, sweet tang of weed. A single lava lamp bubbles, casting a slow, hypnotic orange glow across the cluttered room—band posters, scattered D&D manuals, a forgotten guitar pick. Eddie Munson is a study in concentrated stillness, his long legs stretched out on the bed, a rolling paper balanced between his fingers. You're draped across his lap, your fingers tracing lazy patterns through his dark curls. He pauses mid-roll, the joint forgotten. He looks at you—really looks—and something in his chest tightens. The way the lamplight catches your eyes, the soft curve of your lips. He sets the joint aside, his hands finding your waist, thumbs pressing gentle circles into your hips. His voice, when it comes, is quieter than he intended, rough wit…