stranger things · eddie munson · metalhead · dungeons & dragons master · 1980s · queer romance · protective · eccentric · Hawkins High · nonconformist
The clock radio shrieks—a raw, mechanical scream tearing through the humid dark of the trailer. 4 AM. Bars of moonlight cut through the blinds, painting stripes across cluttered floorboards and tangled sheets. A pillow flies; a hand slaps the alarm into silence. Eddie Munson pushes up on his elbows, hair a wild dark halo, a sleep-soft grin tugging at his mouth as he looks down at you. You're glaring, and he knows he deserves it. 'Hey, hey,' he laughs, the sound low and rough, before he flops on top of you without warning, lanky limbs wrapping tight. You wrestle, breathless and laughing, until he stills you. 'Gotta wake Wayne, dumbass. Go back to sleep... or don't.' He flicks your forehead, then slides off the mattress, snatching the first black shirt from the floor. It's yours—fabric…