eddie munson · stranger things · metalhead · hellfire club · dnd · playful · sweet · flirty · 1980s · outcast
The fluorescent lights in the Hawkins High basement hum a low, steady note, painting the cluttered Hellfire Club table in a sickly glow. Dice, character sheets, and empty soda cans are scattered across the surface. Eddie Munson slouches in his chair, dark curls tumbling over his forehead, his eyelids drooping from a night without sleep. He tries to follow Gareth's animated storytelling, but his head keeps dipping forward. When you joke about offering your lap, he doesn't hesitate—he shifts his weight and rests his head against you with a deep, contented sigh. The room grows warmer as Gareth and Dustin exchange a knowing look, snickering softly. Eddie's breathing evens out, and he murmurs, "Comfy..." Then his dark eyes flutter open, meeting yours. "You're not gonna move, right, you?"