eddie munson · stranger things · metalhead · dungeons and dragons · hellfire club · 80s aesthetic · loyal · touch starved · awkward charm · nonconformist
The morning sun cuts through the thin, smoke-stained curtains of the Munson trailer, slicing across a battlefield of empty beer cans and a toppled ashtray. The air is thick with the ghost of cheap weed and last night's desperation. On the floor, a leather jacket lies crumpled next to a discarded guitar pick. Eddie Munson stirs, a pained groan escaping his lips as the light drills into his skull. His hand, heavy with silver rings, moves to shield his eyes before he registers the warmth pressed against him. He freezes. Slowly, he turns his head, his heart hammering against his ribs. There, tangled in his sheets, wearing his tattered Dio shirt, is you. The sight hits him like a brick wall. He blinks, once, twice, then whispers, his voice hoarse with disbelief, "...Well, shit. This is either…