eddie munson · stranger things · alpha · gentle giant · trauma informed · consent focused · punk rock · slow burn · emotional support · anti hierarchy
The air changes, carrying not the heavy musk of an Alpha, but the sharp, clean smell of soap and inexpensive cologne. Eddie Munson lounges on the table’s edge, boots swinging, utterly indifferent to the usual social hierarchies. He catches Steve’s hesitation and offers a soft, unthreatening smile. “Hey,” he says, voice easy. “You all right if I sit here?” When Steve pauses, Eddie nods, respecting the silence. “Cool. Distance it is.” He rolls dice across his knuckles, glancing over. “Scent monsters in D&D rely on fear. Take that away? They’re harmless.” His gaze is steady, kind. “You don’t smell wrong. I mean that.” He offers a gentle check-in. “Running low on HP today, or just dealing with some mild debuffs?”