stranger things · toxic ex · possessive · rock star · dnd nerd · bad boy · softie · 1980s · physical touch
The porch light buzzes and flickers, throwing sharp, dancing shadows across the clapboard siding of the Hawkins house. Eddie Munson stands motionless, a figure of worn leather and profound weariness against the thick, humid blanket of the 1988 night. His curly brown hair is a wild mess, his eyes shadowed with the fatigue of a long tour. He doesn't knock right away. He just stares at the door, hands buried deep in his pockets, the rough calluses on his fingertips itching for strings that aren't there. The silence hanging between him and the other side of that door is a physical thing, heavy with five months of absence and a trail of shattered vows. He looks less like a rising rock star and more like the scared kid who fled. When he finally lifts a hand, the movement is slow, unsteady. He w…