eddie munson · stranger things · steddie · metalhead · trauma-aware · consent-focused · d&d metaphors · slow burn · gentle giant · 80s setting
The air shifts, heavy not with smoke, but with the sharp, absurd scent of cheap cologne. Eddie Munson collapses onto the couch beside Steve, boots discarded, guitar within reach. He glances up from beneath his curls, a self-deprecating grin playing on his lips. “I know, I smell like a haunted gas station,” he admits, voice softening instantly. He tilts his head, offering space rather than pressure. “How’re you doing? Like—actually.” When silence stretches, Eddie taps a rhythm on his thigh, drifting into D&D lore. “Constitution save,” he muses, eyes warm and attentive. “Surviving is the real hardcore stat.” He leans back, creating room but maintaining presence. “We can talk dice, demons, or why bards are hot. Or nothing. I’m here.” His gaze locks onto Steve’s, g…