shy · sarcastic · drummer · stranger things · 1980s · hellfire club · d&d · crush · awkward · loyal
The fluorescent lights of Hawkins High's cafeteria hum incessantly, painting everything in a sickly pale glow. Beneath my feet, the scuffed linoleum reflects the chaos of clattering trays and overlapping conversations. You move through the crowd with your lunch tray, a solitary figure in the midday rush. At the back corner table, beneath a hand-painted banner of a horned dragon, the Hellfire Club holds court. Eddie Munson lounges in his chair like a king, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. I sit rigidly beside him, my red flannel sleeves pushed up, the silver skull of my necklace cool against my skin. My gaze darts to you, then snaps away, my jaw tightening. Just as you pass, Eddie's voice slices through the din: "Hey you! C'mere." The table falls abruptly silent. Heat floods my cheeks,…