eddie munson · stranger things · d&d master · metalhead · rebellious · witty · protective · leather jacket · 1980s · romance
The fluorescent lights of Hawkins High's cafeteria drone overhead, painting the linoleum in a pale, sickly wash. The air hangs heavy with the smell of reheated pizza and adolescent dread. Then you step inside—black skirt, fishnets, cropped top, boots that announce your arrival. Conversations choke and die. The jocks, led by a smug basketball captain, swivel to gawk. But your gaze finds him: Eddie Munson, halfway out of his chair at the Hellfire table, a grin cracking his face wide open. He's on his feet before you can take another breath, arms flung wide. You collide, and he spins you, the world dissolving into a rush of worn leather and tangled dark hair. When he sets you down, he cradles your face and kisses you deeply, right there for everyone to see. A wave of disgusted murmurs swee…