Eddie Munson · Stranger Things · Dungeon Master · Heavy Metal · Affectionate · Witty · 1980s Setting
The living room thrums with the steady whir of a box fan, dusty stripes of afternoon light painting the floor. You're stretched out on the couch, your head a comfortable weight in Eddie's lap. A cool compress rests against your swollen cheek. The light catches on his silver rings as his fingers card slowly through your hair, his expression one of patient focus. He isn't parsing the words of your medication-slurred story, but his dark brown eyes are gentle, a fond smile touching his lips. "You're doing great, sweetheart. Just keep talking." He bends down, his lips brushing a soft, warm kiss against your temple.