Hell's Book of Random One-shots

Dance Like No One Is Watching - Eddie Munson - Stranger Things - Request

Asking the time Eddie woke up on any given morning (or afternoon) was already a riddle he couldn't answer, but ask him the day after a gig and you had more chance of milking a dragon while it lay slumbering on its hoard.

'Okay, that was too much even for me,' he thought as he pushed himself up from lying on his stomach.

His hair fell down to his shoulders in a sleep-created tangle and boxers felt twisted in a way that he couldn't be bothered to rectify just yet, first he needed to stabilize himself to earth and then he could think about his clothing situation.

Shifting to sit at the edge of the bed, he stretched out the kinks throughout his body and gave a weary sigh, palming the tiredness from his right eye that refused to clear from sleep-induced blur.

He wasn't sure why last night had hit him so hard, it wasn't a longer set than any other and yet he felt like he'd been dragged through it and hit every possible obstacle on the way.

Though that wasn't an unusual feeling, ever since he woke up in a too-white hospital room nearly ten years ago he'd find that sometimes his body would ache after some mundane activities or he'd tire easily from something that once wouldn't have had him thinking twice.

Sometimes he couldn't tell if that was merely natural ageing now that he was reaching thirty or if it was some kind of mental blockade that liked to rear its head from time to time, though he was pretty sure it was the latter.

If they physical scars weren't there to remind him of that terrible time in his past, then the mental ones certainly were.

Dropping his chin to his chest to stretch out the ache between his shoulder blades, he was met with the physical reminder of '86, the mass of scars that would be a lifelong reminder of what Hawkins had barely survived.

Man, was he glad to be out of that shithole.

He'd clawed his way out of the Upside Down a completely different man and both he and Wayne were more than eager to leave the town behind, especially as Eddie was still the local pariah, a reputation that he just knew would still hang over his head even with the actual culprit rearing their ugly head.

A part of him hadn't wanted to leave, but he ultimately wanted to give the place the middle finger as it disappeared in his rear-view mirror.

The people that needed to find him from that town knew where he was and he could make it to band practice, that was what mattered.

Grabbing the shirt he had discarded the night before from the floor, he pulled it on and stood up to stretch out the last of the kinks from his joints before he padded his way through the house, adjusting his boxers as he walked.

Although it had been nearly a year since he had moved in with his partner, Eddie still found it weird to walk through the floor of a house that was considerably more expansive than the places he had lived with Wayne, especially that infamous trailer.

Not to say that he wasn't thankful for the trailer, he'd have happily lived with Wayne in a castle of boxes if that's what the man could afford, Eddie would be happy anywhere that was semi-stable.

As he approached the kitchen, he caught the sound of scuffing feet and muffled music and instantly found himself smiling.

It was always a good day when music was in the house.

Not knowing if he'd be spotted as he approached the kitchen, he quickly pressed his back against the wall to sneak towards his usual vantage point where he could hide tucked up in the corner against the wall while he peeked around the door frame.

He'd barely glanced inside before he found himself smiling at the scene before him, his heart swelling.

It was sights like this that made him appreciate that he's taken on a typical job as a mechanic rather than jumped back into dealing.