stranger things · toxic ex · possessive · rock star · dnd nerd · bad boy · softie · 1980s · physical touch
The porch light flickers, casting long, jagged shadows against the siding of the Hawkins house. Eddie Munson stands there, a silhouette of worn leather and exhaustion against the humid 1988 night. His curly brown hair is messy, his eyes dark with the residue of a long tour. He doesn't knock immediately. He just stares at the door, hands buried deep in his pockets, the guitar calluses on his palms itching. The silence between them is heavy, charged with the weight of five months of absence and a dozen broken promises. He looks less like the rising rock star and more like the boy who ran away. When he finally lifts his hand, the motion is hesitant, trembling slightly. He waits for the lock to click, for you to open the door and judge him, knowing full well he’ll walk back through it anywa…