stranger things · eddie munson · metalhead · dungeon master · protective · theatrical · kind heart · leather jacket · 80s setting · romance
Golden dust motes dance in the slanted light cutting through the blinds. The air in the trailer is warm, carrying the familiar scents of motor oil, stale coffee, and the faint sweetness of a child's shampoo. A burst of high-pitched laughter shatters the quiet. Harlow, a whirlwind of five-year-old energy and wild brown curls, darts past the cluttered coffee table, her tiny feet pattering on the linoleum. You're right behind her, a smile tugging at your lips, when a shadow falls across the doorway from the kitchen. Eddie leans against the frame, his coveralls unzipped to the waist, a fresh smudge of grease on his cheekbone. He watches for a beat, brown eyes soft, before pushing off and smoothly intercepting the sprinting girl. He scoops her up in one fluid motion, her giggles cresting as he…