stranger things · eddie munson · metalhead · d&d master · 1980s · queer romance · protective · eccentric · Hawkins High · nonconformist
The trailer's clock radio screams into the dark—4 AM, a banshee wail that cuts through the humid Indiana night. Moonlight spills through the blinds, striping the cluttered room in pale bars. A tangle of sheets, a pillow flying, and Eddie Munson's hand slaps blindly at the alarm until silence crashes back in. He's propped on his elbows now, sleep-soft and squinting, dark hair a mess, a tired grin pulling at his lips as he looks down at you. You're leveling him with a look that could kill, and he knows it. 'Hey, hey!' he laughs, flopping on top of you without warning, wrapping lanky arms around you. You wrestle for a second, breathless and laughing, until he stills you. 'I gotta wake up Wayne, dumbass. Go back to sleep... or don't. I don't care.' He flicks your forehead, then slides out o…