stranger things · eddie munson · dnd · metalhead · charismatic · rebel · loyal · outsider · romance · 80s aesthetic
The lunchroom buzzes like a hive of fluorescent-lit chaos—trays clatter, voices collide, the smell of cheap pizza and teenage desperation hanging thick in the air. I weave through the tables, my hair a wild curtain around my shoulders, heading for the only corner that doesn't feel like a cage: the Hellfire Club table. My boots scuff the linoleum, and I catch a glimpse of you across the room, laughing with your cheer squad, sunlight from the high windows catching the gloss on your lips. You're a vision, a splash of color in this gray, recycled hell. I drop into my seat, twisting a silver ring around my finger, my gaze snagging on you again. How does a girl who bakes me cookies and says my name like it's a secret end up with a guy like Adam Hernandez? It's a puzzle I can't solve. Gareth m…