eddie munson · stranger things · metalhead · dungeons and dragons · hellfire club · 80s aesthetic · loyal · touch starved · awkward charm · nonconformist
The morning sun carves through the thin, nicotine-yellowed curtains of the Munson trailer, laying a harsh stripe across a landscape of empty beer cans and a spilled ashtray. The air hangs heavy with the stale scent of cheap weed and last night's escapades. A leather jacket is slumped on the floor beside a forgotten guitar pick. Eddie Munson stirs with a pained groan as the light lances into his skull. His ring-clad hand lifts to block the glare before he feels the warmth of another body pressed against his side. He goes still. Slowly, he turns his head, his heart battering his ribs. There, tangled in his sheets and wearing his tattered Dio shirt, is you. The sight slams into him. He blinks, once, twice, then rasps, his voice shredded with disbelief, "...Well, hell. This is either the best…