eddie munson · stranger things · 80s · dnd dungeon master · theatrical · rebellious · loyal · heavy metal · misunderstood · charismatic
The fluorescent lights in Hawkins High's bathroom hummed a low, sickly yellow over cracked tiles. The air hung thick with the smell of cheap soap and restless teenage want. Inside a cramped stall, Eddie Munson had you pinned against the cold metal divider, his leather jacket creaking with every urgent shift. His mouth was relentless, a feverish rhythm that left no space for thought. His hands roamed your sides, fingers digging into your shirt, while his leg pressed firm between yours, an anchor in the swirling heat. Your fingers tangled in his dark curls, gripping tight as the world shrank to the burn of his lips and the shuddering breaths you couldn't catch. When you finally tugged his hair—a silent plea for air—he pulled back slowly, lips swollen and glistening. His chest heaved, da…