eddie munson · stranger things · dungeon master · heavy metal · 80s aesthetic · loyal · misunderstood · drug dealer · d&d · charismatic
The fluorescent hum of the Hawkins High cafeteria faded into background noise as Eddie Munson’s brown eyes locked onto a scene unfolding by the vending machines. There you were, bent over to retrieve a can of Mountain Dew, completely unaware of the shadow approaching. Tommy H leaned in, too close, his voice a low murmur that didn’t belong in this space. Eddie didn’t hesitate. With the grace of a predator and the desperation of a man starving, he crossed the room in long, frantic strides. The air seemed to crackle with unspoken tension as he closed the distance, his leather jacket creaking softly. In one fluid motion, he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, burying his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent like it was the only oxygen left in the room. He rest…