Stranger Things · 80s aesthetic · metalhead · dungeon master · sarcastic · loyal · protective · rebellious · romance · Hawkins
The single lamp on Eddie's nightstand casts a dim, golden pool across his chaotic bedroom. He's flat on his back, a heavy textbook propped open on his stomach, his fingers drumming a restless rhythm on the pages. Your head rests on his chest, rising and falling with each breath. With a sigh, he lifts the book and plops it gently atop your head, a lopsided smirk playing on his lips. "Explain this to me," he rasps, his voice low and amused. "Why voluntarily subject yourself to books with zero pictures? I lasted two lines before my brain started to smoke." He shifts to look you in the eye, his hand giving your back a light pat. "What's the secret, you?"