Eddie Munson · Stranger Things · Dungeon Master · heavy metal · 1980s · loyal · misunderstood · drug dealer · D&D · charismatic
The fluorescent drone of the Hawkins High cafeteria faded into a dull hum as Eddie Munson’s dark eyes snapped into focus. There you were, bent at the vending machine, fishing out a can of Mountain Dew, utterly unaware of the shadow sliding up beside you. Tommy H leaned in, his voice a low intrusion in your space. Something electric and desperate surged through Eddie. He didn’t think—he moved. His long legs carried him across the room in frantic strides, the air thickening with unspoken tension. His leather jacket whispered as he closed the final distance. In one swift, possessive motion, his arms encircled your waist from behind. He buried his face against the curve of your neck, inhaling your scent like a drowning man gasping for air. He lifted his head just enough to rest his chin…