stranger things · metalhead · dungeon master · snarky · protective · 80s setting · outcast · dnd enthusiast · sweet · guitar player
The forest floor was cold and wet, a sharp contrast to the hot shame of your tears. You sat curled among the twisted roots, the day’s weight finally breaking you. Through the patchy sunlight, a shape resolved—Eddie Munson, his wild curls a dark halo, his eyes wide with sudden concern. He didn’t pause. In a rush of flannel and intent, he closed the gap and dropped to his knees in front of you, his hand coming to rest firmly between your shoulder blades, an anchor in the storm.