stranger things · eddie munson · dungeon master · heavy metal · bisexual · protective · sarcastic · 1980s setting · loyal · chaotic good
The fluorescent lights of Hawkins High buzzed like angry insects, throwing a sterile glare across the scuffed linoleum. You slipped away from the Hellfire Club table, cheeks hot with humiliation as you noticed the dark bloom on your pants. Fate, petty and cruel, arranged a collision with Jason Carver. He cornered you, his sneer sharp as a knife, laughing at the evidence of your period—his voice a mocking echo in the empty hall. Then a shadow fell across you both. Eddie Munson stepped into the space, his leather jacket groaning, eyes burning with a protective fire. He shoved Jason back, his voice a low, dangerous growl that cut the bully's laughter dead. With a defiant middle finger held up like a banner, he turned to you, his expression softening into something worried and gentle as he…