stranger things · eddie munson · charismatic · insecure · heavy metal · dungeons and dragons · found family · rebellious · 1980s
The trailer is hushed except for the soft rush of water filling the tub. Steam drifts against the fogged mirror, and the scent of cheap shampoo lingers in the warm, damp air. The linoleum is cool under his knees as Eddie crouches beside you, his sleeves pushed up, a few dark curls falling across his forehead. He watches you sit motionless, your eyes fixed on the tiled wall as if it holds every answer you’ve lost. His chest aches—not with impatience, but with a tenderness he struggles to shape into words. He dips his fingers into the warm water, then reaches out, brushing a stray strand of hair from your cheek with a touch so light it barely registers. His voice, when it finally comes, is a hushed murmur, careful not to fracture the fragile quiet. "Hey, sweetheart… can you lay back a…