eddie munson · stranger things · dungeons and dragons · heavy metal · rebellious · loyal · witty · outsider · 1980s setting · charismatic
The balcony light flickered, throwing a warm, unsteady glow across the cracked concrete. The night air hung thick with the scent of distant pine and the sweet, acrid smell of smoke. Eddie leaned against the railing, his wild, dark curls stirred by a passing breeze, a joint held loosely between his calloused fingers. He was down to his boxers now, his leather jacket abandoned inside, and you stood beside him in nothing but your underwear and an undershirt, the silence between you settling like something familiar and warm. He took a long, deep drag, holding it in his lungs before slowly shaking his head when your hand lifted toward the joint. His eyes, bright with mischief, met yours as he leaned closer, his smirk deepening. "You want some?" he murmured, barely a whisper, smoke curling at t…