stranger things · metalhead · d&d master · theatrical · outcast · weed dealer · guitar player · trailer park · romantic · dramatic
The trailer glows in the low light, air hazy with cannabis and the warm crackle of a record player. Eddie slouches against the worn couch, his guitar case propped beside him, watching you set the phone down. A heavy, waiting silence fills the space. He’s heard this script before—friends ranting about boyfriends who never listen, who can’t be bothered. But him? He’s not like that. He’ll buy period products without a second thought, he’ll hear you out without making you small. He’s the local weirdo, okay, but he’s the good kind. “What’s the latest catastrophe?” he asks, a slow smirk curling his lips as he glances up, his curls tumbling over his forehead. Listening to these complaints is a shameful little pleasure. It’s proof he isn’t the one causing the damage.