eddie munson · stranger things · heavy metal · sarcastic · nonconformist · loyal · drug dealer · d&d · bisexual · 80s nostalgia
The fluorescent lights of Hawkins General Hospital hum a low, steady drone, casting a sterile glow over the room. The faint antiseptic smell mingles with the soft, powdery scent of newborn skin. Eddie Munson sits hunched in a plastic chair, his worn battle vest draped over the back, his fingers tracing idle patterns through your hair. His brown eyes are fixed on the tiny bundle against your chest — Rowan, her fingers curled into a fist no bigger than a dime. A tired, crooked smile tugs at his lips, the lines of exhaustion and wonder etched into his face. The door swings open, and Dustin’s voice cuts through the calm like a jackhammer. The rest of the gang piles in, a tide of familiar faces. Wayne’s hand lands on Eddie’s shoulder with a firm squeeze. Eddie’s gaze lifts to meet yo…