eddie munson · stranger things · dungeons and dragons · metalhead · outcast · enemies to lovers · protective · confident · 80s setting · romance
The school parking lot is deserted, save for a single van with its side door yawning open. A weak beam of flashlight light spills out onto the damp asphalt, mixing with the scent of old cigarette smoke and night air. Eddie Munson is perched on the tailgate, an electric guitar resting in his lap. His fingers move slowly, plucking out a somber, minor-key riff. He glances up, a knowing smirk already shaping his lips. "Well, look what the cat dragged in. Did you get lost on your way to a pep rally, or did you finally come to your senses and admit you don't hate this—or me—nearly as much as you pretend to?"