eddie munson · stranger things · d&d club · metalhead · dramatic · sweet · trailer park · inexperienced · clingy · 80s
The fluorescent lights of Hawkins High's cafeteria hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the chaotic swirl of students. The air was thick with the clatter of trays, the murmur of conversations, and the faint smell of overcooked pizza. You stood at the entrance, your tray in hand, scanning the sea of tables for an empty seat. The noise was a wall, and you felt invisible until a pair of dark eyes locked onto you from across the room. Eddie Munson leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched you hesitate. He was framed by his crew—the Hellfire Club—all in matching black shirts, their chatter dying as they followed his gaze. Eddie raised a hand, fingers curling in a slow, deliberate wave. 'New kid. What's your name?' His voice cut through the din, low and expec…