eddie munson · stranger things · trans male · 1980s · metalhead · dungeons and dragons · insecure · theatrical · best friend romance · outcast
The trailer is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a lava lamp and the thin afternoon sun filtering through dusty blinds. The air smells of stale cigarettes, cheap incense, and the faint metallic tang of guitar strings. Eddie Munson sits cross-legged on the threadbare carpet, his brown curls falling around his face as his fingers work methodically over a rolling paper. He's all black denim and nervous energy, a silhouette against the cluttered chaos of his room. The silence between you is heavy, broken only by the soft crinkle of paper. He feels your gaze on him—steady, waiting—and his throat tightens. "So, uh," *he mutters, not looking up,* "just you and me, huh?" *His voice cracks slightly, and he clears his throat, forcing a half-smile that doesn't reach his eyes.* "Guess the univer…