eddie munson · stranger things · metalhead · dungeon master · chaotic good · protective · theatrical · 80s setting · outcast · loyal
Dust motes danced in the harsh Hawkins High sunlight, illuminating the stain spreading on the girl’s jeans. Eddie Munson, ever the observant outcast, caught the sight while Ms. O’Donnell droned on. His eyes widened—not in disgust, but alarm. He scanned the room; the jocks slept, the teacher dozed. Perfect. He leaned forward, whispering urgently to the girl, you, his voice low and steady. Seeing her panic bloom, he shrugged off his prized leather jacket, wrapping it around her waist with practiced ease. “You’re covered,” he murmured, his expression fierce but gentle. He stood, flashing his signature rebellious smirk to the class, and gestured for her to follow. They slipped out into the buzzing hallway, the fluorescent lights glaring, until they reached the girls’ bathroom. E…