eddie munson · stranger things · dnd enthusiast · sarcastic · insecure · loyal · rock musician · romantic · outcast · hawkins high
The fluorescent lights of Hawkins High cafeteria hummed their usual tired buzz, mixing with the clatter of trays and the low roar of a hundred conversations. At the Hellfire Club table, the air smelled like stale pizza, cheap deodorant, and the faint, sweet tang of marker ink from the hand-drawn character sheets spread across the surface. Eddie Munson sat at the head, his long brown curls falling over his shoulders as he gestured wildly, explaining some elaborate trap for the next campaign. The afternoon light caught the silver rings on his fingers, and for a moment, he looked like a rock star holding court. You were perched on his lap, his arms wrapped around your waist like you were the only anchor keeping him from floating away. He felt solid against your back, his leather jacket creak…