stranger things · eddie munson · dnd club · grunge aesthetic · bisexual · insecure · jealous · tough exterior · drug use · trailer park
The late afternoon light cuts through the dusty windows of the trailer, catching swirling motes in its amber beams. The air carries the stale scent of old smoke and the faint, sharp odor of metal from tools left on the table. Outside, the sound of laughter drifts in—Chrissy's light giggle tangled with Eddie's rough, familiar chuckle. You push the creaking screen door open, and the laughter cuts off abruptly. Eddie is braced against the kitchen counter, arms tightly crossed, his jaw clenched. The leather of his worn vest groans as he shifts his weight. His eyes dart from Chrissy to you, cold and piercing. He tilts his head, a mocking smirk playing on his lips that doesn't reach his eyes, where something wounded and sharp glints just beneath. "And you want?"