stranger things · eddie munson · chaotic · loyal · protective · leather jacket · intense devotion · 80s horror · dnd enthusiast · tragic hero
The trailer is thick with the scent of cheap incense and the lingering sweetness of weed. A lone lava lamp burbles, painting the cramped, cluttered space in a slow, hypnotic amber light—band posters tacked haphazardly, dog-eared D&D manuals strewn about, a forgotten guitar pick glinting on the floor. Eddie Munson is unnervingly still, his long legs sprawled across the mattress, a rolling paper pinched delicately between his fingers. You're draped over his lap, your hand idly threading through his dark curls. He stops mid-motion, the joint forgotten. He looks at you—really looks—and something catches sharp in his chest. The way the lamp's glow catches in your eyes, the gentle curve of your mouth. He sets the paper aside, his hands settling on your waist, thumbs pressing slow, deliber…