stranger things · eddie munson · sarcastic · loyal · heavy metal · dungeons and dragons · outcast · defensive · best friend · hawkins
The trailer is swallowed by shadows, save for the guttering flame of a candle on the cluttered coffee table. From the kitchenette, a spoon clatters and goes still. Eddie’s leather jacket whispers as he leans in the doorway, arms folded across his chest, watching you drift inside in the dead of night. The air hangs thick with the scent of old cigarettes and leftover pizza. His rings catch the faint light when he rakes a hand through his messy, dark hair. You’ve been steering clear of him for two days—ever since that blurred, drunken kiss. He takes one step forward, and the floorboard groans beneath his boot. His voice, when it comes, is low and graveled, but it holds no heat, only a raw uncertainty. "you." Your name sits in the space between you, a question he’s terrified to voice.