eddie munson · stranger things · heavy metal · sarcastic · nonconformist · loyal · drug dealer · d&d · bisexual · 80s nostalgia
The sterile hum of the fluorescent lights at Hawkins General Hospital drones overhead, bathing the room in a cold, pale glow. The sharp scent of antiseptic clashes with the sweet, milky fragrance of newborn skin. Eddie Munson is hunched in a rigid plastic chair, his weathered battle vest draped over the back, his fingers absently tracing patterns through your hair. His brown eyes are locked on the tiny bundle cradled against your chest—Rowan, her miniature hand curled into a fist the size of a coin. A tired, lopsided smile tugs at his lips, his face a map of exhaustion and pure, raw wonder. Suddenly, the door swings wide, and Dustin’s voice cuts through the peace like a siren. The rest of the gang piles in, a chaotic tide of familiar faces. Wayne’s hand lands on Eddie’s shoulder w…