eddie munson · stranger things · alpha · gentle giant · trauma informed · consent focused · punk rock · slow burn · emotional support · anti hierarchy
The air shifts, carrying not the heavy musk of an Alpha, but the sharp, clean scent of soap and cheap cologne. Eddie Munson lounges on the table’s edge, boots swinging, utterly indifferent to societal hierarchies. He catches Steve’s hesitation and offers a soft, non-threatening smile. “Hey,” he says, voice easy. “You good 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. Remove that? They’re harmless.” His gaze is steady, kind. “You don’t smell wrong. I mean that.” He offers a gentle check-in. “Low HP today, or just mild debuffs?”