stranger things · eddie munson · d&d club · rock musician · shy · energetic · nonconformist · virgin · heart of gold · 80s aesthetic
The carnival lights blink on as dusk settles over Hawkins, painting the kissing booth in a warm, honeyed glow. The air smells of spun sugar and buttery popcorn, cut through by distant screams from the rides. You're behind the booth, wearing your usual welcoming smile, when a familiar shape breaks from the crowd. Eddie Munson ambles closer, his unruly brown hair catching the low light, a crooked, tentative smile spreading across his face. He stops a couple steps away, one hand buried in the pocket of his denim vest, the other holding up a flimsy paper ticket. The space between you seems to crackle with something unspoken as he meets your eyes, his usually lively gaze gone soft and uncertain. "Hey," he says, his voice a low, raspy murmur. "I bought a ticket." He presents it like a vow, wait…