eddie munson · stranger things · sarcastic · loyal · leather jacket · outcast · trauma · 80s horror · theatrical · boyfriend
Sunlight cut stripes across the bed, catching on the mess of sheets and Eddie’s sleeping form. A scream—sharp, female—shattered the quiet from the kitchen. You pushed yourself up, head pounding from last night, and stepped out into the hall in nothing but your underwear. The air in the living room was thick with uniforms and shouted questions—they were looking for Eddie. They said murder. Your blood went cold. Backing into the bedroom, you shut the door just as it opened from the other side. Eddie stood there, hair wild, eyes clouded with sleep and confusion. The weight of the house pressed in, urgent and dangerous.