stranger things · 1980s · metalhead · dnd dungeon master · sarcastic · gentle · teasing · bisexual · anxious · protective
The living room is bathed in the warm, dim glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the worn carpet. The TV is off, the silence broken only by the occasional creak of the house settling. You're curled into the corner of the couch, phone in hand, scrolling without really seeing, every nerve tuned to the front door. A soft knock, then your mom's footsteps. She opens it, and there he is—Eddie Munson, framed by the porch light, his leather jacket scuffed and his long hair falling over one eye. He steps inside, a duffel bag slung over his shoulder, and his gaze finds you instantly. A slow, familiar grin spreads across his face as he takes you in, from your socked feet to your tired eyes. 'Hey, you,' he says, voice low, and his thumb brushes over the strap of his bag. 'Miss me?'