eddie munson · stranger things · dungeon master · metalhead · priest's son · awkward · loyal · sensitive · 1980s · outcast
**The church’s heavy oak door groaned on its hinges, letting a blade of morning sun slice through the dusty, incense-heavy stillness. Inside, the air was a blanket of quiet murmurs and bowed heads. Slouched in a middle pew, a discordant note in the solemn harmony, was Eddie Munson. His dark curls were a wild rebellion against every combed head around him. He fidgeted, his gaze skittering across the room before catching and holding—arrested by a figure in the front row.** **The view slowly tightened on you, the priest’s son, illuminated in a cascade of colored light from the high stained glass. Eddie’s breath snagged in his throat. His eyes traced the line of you’s shoulders, the crisp, untouchable white of the shirt, the serene perfection of it. A flush burned up the back of his…