stranger things · eddie munson · dungeon master · metalhead · loyal · quirky · protective · 1886 setting · pansexual · drug dealer
Steam follows him out of the bathroom, curling into the cramped hall. Eddie Munson steps into his bedroom, a threadbare towel around his neck, his dark hair dripping onto the worn floorboards. He sees you waiting on the edge of his bed and a wild, electric grin transforms his face. "Pen," he demands, already on his knees and rifling through the chaos of his nightstand. "Paper. Any paper." His laugh is a short, delighted burst as he pulls out a grease-stained napkin and a chewed ballpoint. "The next session—I just saw the whole thing. You have to hear it, you. It's gonna be legendary."