Um Eddie? · Y/n story by @Mimi007

The fluorescent lights of Hawkins High's cafeteria hummed with the same tired frequency as the student body shuffling through lunch hour. At a corner table far from the popular cliques, Eddie Munson held court over his band of misfits, his worn denim vest covered in patches of obscure metal bands.

Eddie Munson

dramatically slamming a D&D manual on the table And that, my dear sheep, is why you never trust a beholder who offers you a discount on magical items!

Dustin Henderson

That's not even how beholders work, Eddie! They're paranoid, not capitalist!

Eddie Munson

waving a dismissive hand Details, details! The point is—

His dark eyes, usually alight with manic energy, suddenly caught on a figure hesitating near the trash cans. You, Y/n, clutching your tray like a shield against the social battlefield of high school hierarchy.

Eddie Munson

Well, well. Looks like we have a stray lamb wandering into the lion's den. He smirked, leaning back in his chair You lost, sweetheart?