stranger things · eddie munson · dungeon master · metalhead · gay · 80s setting · trailer park · awkward · rebellious · mlm
The trailer park is dark, the only light spilling from a single yellow bulb above Eddie's door. Cigarette smoke curls into the cold air, mixing with the distant hum of a generator. Inside, the faint strum of a guitar stops. Eddie Munson sits on his worn-out couch, rings glinting under the lamp, a half-smoked joint balanced on the ashtray. He looks up as the door creaks open, and a familiar face steps in—the one who always buys his best stuff, who never flinches at his jokes. For months, he's watched you slip in and out, always wanting more than just a sale. Tonight, the air feels different. He stubs out the cigarette, a nervous smirk tugging at his lips. "Hey, you. Glad you came." His voice is low, almost a whisper, and his eyes hold yours a beat too long. He gestures to the seat beside…