warnings: its not smut but it definitely references sex heavily so proceed with caution
a/n: eddie being a DM made decision making a little hard bc i could not decide between barbarian or bard. barbarian just cuz i think he would think its sexy but bard bc its poetic
not requested
You were surprised to see the Dungeons & Dragons board set up when you arrived for your weekly makeout session with Eddie—the room dimly lit by various candles may set the mood, but the binders at the head of the table, props, and game pieces threw you for a loop. Just two pieces on the board, you noticed. "Welcome in, Y/N the Thief." Eddie's narrator voice sparked something in you—you might actually be into this.
"Thief?" You repeated with a cautious smirk, sitting down at the table to get a better look at the little lonesome statues that just barely resembled you and him as they stood on opposite sides of the board. Your eyes flickered up to meet his and he could tell you were at least a tiny bit interested in what was to come.
"Oh, yes, the thief is right. The thief has traveled long and far to attain the most valuable loot across the land." Eddie reached over his standing binders and brought the two pieces closer. "This poor bard's heart." You bit your lip to hide the smile forming, he was damn good at getting in your pants and you couldn't let him know this was working on you. "The bard has been searching far and wide for his muse, and in doing so he let his heart be open. He found his muse, but they were tricky. Kept him wanting more, thinking of them every moment of every day until they were reunited—but he'd like his heart back." The Dungeon Master had spoken and retreated from behind his wall of stories, sauntering over to you around the corner of the table.
"I assume he'll have to earn it back." Your voice was low as he approached, leaning down to kiss you. His frizzy hairs fell past your face and his lips met yours, calloused fingertips caressing your cheeks. The kiss was deep, and before it got deeper Eddie pulled away and shoved the D&D paraphernalia to the floor and lifted you by the hips off your chair and onto the table, pleased by the small squeal that escaped your mouth as he moved you. Your legs fell to either side of his hips and he leaned into your body while his his tongue snuck past your teeth and his hands glided down your body. The man sure could tell a story, you wondered how this one would finish.
Headcanons for Stranger things Eddie being Friends with a Friendly Ghost Child yn please? They look up at him and likes to make cool things for him? Like imagine in a dnd session where there’s a cold windy night as a scenario,they make the air go chilly and make strong wind noises,they would scare others away if they’re beingrude to Eddie’s ((maybe even saving him?? ))
Aw I love this idea!! Let's say Ghost!Y/N’s around 10-11 years old
Also these hcs got long so half of them (aka the angstier ones that go into major spoiler territory) are under the cut!
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The memories of your death remained fuzzy; not even the wounds on your ghostly form could help you recall what exactly happened the day you perished.
Not only that, but you were stuck in the living world for some reason...
Yet you didn’t despair over this. In fact, you stayed hopeful and optimistic. Even if you couldn’t move on, you wanted to at least find some new purpose in your afterlife.
So you explored Hawkins, which led you to the highschool where you noticed cliques of science nerds, band geeks, preps, and athletes in the lunchroom. It made you wonder where you’d fit in if you were still alive, but you weren’t exactly sure...
Then you hear a student’s boisterous voice taking jabs at the groups, proclaiming that “conformity is killing the kids”..or something like that.
You didn’t fully understand what he meant, but when you saw his long hair, rings, and biker jacket, you instantly admired his aesthetic.
He looked like the coolest guy ever standing up on that table, mimicking devil horns when confronted by a jock.
Then you officially crossed paths with him after noticing he dropped a D&D dice as he’s walking down the hall, listening to heavy metal. You happened to love D&D as well and knew it was important that he had it.
“Hey! I think you dropped something.” Forgetting that he probably couldn’t see you, you picked it up and tried getting his attention.
Eddie stops short when he sees you in front of him, removing his headphones with wide eyes.
You’re worried that you scared him, but then he smiles and thanks you, remarking that you seemed way too young to attend highschool right now.
Meanwhile, you’re perplexed that he can actually see and hear you.
He doesn’t realize you’re a ghost until the jock from the cafeteria sees him and scoffs like “Hey, druggie. You talking to air now?”
“No, Carver.” Eddie sneers back. “Don’t you see the kid standing right there?!”
“...what kid?”
Suddenly, he realizes that Jason does not see you at all and he clams up.
The jock continues taunting him until an invisible force knocks the books out of his hands. He freaks out and runs away, before Eddie sees you reappear.
“Why is that guy so mean to--oops, uh..” You feel awkward as he stares at you in shock, worried that he’ll run too. “Hi.”
“H-Hey....so.....you’re a real ghost?”
“Yeah. But it’s weird how only you can see me..”
“Yeah, that’s weird but...pretty cool, I guess. Although this reminds me of a session I made where the party had to defeat evil ghosts who tried turning them against each other through possession.....you’re not evil, are you?” He eyes you suspiciously.
“What? No! Of course not!” You huff. "We're not all evil."
“Then why are you still here among the living?”
“I dunno. I’m still trying to figure that out. But I promise I won’t hurt you.”
Although cautious at first, Eddie quickly became friends with you and invited you to join the Hellfire Club that day, wondering what cool powers you had.
Even you weren’t sure, but you experimented with them and provided his D&D session with an eerie atmosphere for immersion purposes.
Eddie began with “On this cold, windy night..” and you decreased the temperature of the surrounding air and made windy sound effects, blowing out some of the nearby candles and relighting them when appropriate for his story.
This sent shivers down the club members’ spines as they wonder how he’s able to do that. They suspect he hid fans around the place.
But you and Eddie just grin at each other, finding a way to make this game even better.
Outside of club, you hang out with him at his trailer, listening to him practice a Metallica song on his guitar and brainstorming new ideas for D&D sessions.
You quickly see how harshly he’s treated by other students, including that “Carver” guy who reminded you of bullies from your school, so you’ll harmlessly prank them and send them running scared. You both get a kick out of it.
Unfortunately, these fun times don’t last forever as things start to go wrong in Hawkins.
After Eddie witnesses Chrissy’s death, he panics and avoids you.
But you have no idea what happened or why he’s so terrified of you all of the sudden. You're certain you haven't insulted him in any way..but it took you forever to find him and confront him about this.
“Eddie, what’s wrong? Did I do something?”
“Just don't follow me anymore. Go haunt somebody else!!”
“What? I-I don’t understand. What did I do wrong?? What happened-?”
“CHRISSY IS GONE, [Y/N]!!!” He finally screams. “THAT’S WHAT HAPPENED!!”
You flinched as he yelled at you, but you’re horrified at the revelation. “That..nice cheerleader? She’s dead..?”
Part of him feels bad for startling you, but he gets choked up as he accuses you of possessing and killing her, believing you lied to him about never hurting anyone.
With tears in your eyes you try defending yourself. “Eddie, I..I wasn’t anywhere near your trailer that night. I would never do that to anyone!”
“B-But if not you, then who else?!"
“I don’t know! But I swear I didn't do that to her. Please..you have to believe me. Why would I ever break my promise? Why would I want to hurt anyone you cared about?”
Even after Eddie stops running from you, he’s still emotionally distant, which worsens after he’s accused of more murders and thinks making contact with you somehow “cursed” him.
This wasn’t the cool rebellious dungeon master you once looked up to anymore. He became so..withdrawn. Yet you didn’t wanna abandon the only person who could see you. So you never left his side.
Once Dustin and the others find him and explain the Upside Down--he realizes he was wrong about you and apologizes.
Of course you forgive him, knowing he’s just scared and confused.
Though all this talk about the UD leaves you wondering if it had something to do with your inability to move on. Maybe you’ll find answers there and help stop the real monster who was ruining Eddie’s life.
So you venture into the dimension with the group, and its supernatural forces somehow allow everyone to see you. And this leads to a very awkward explanation from Eddie on how you both met. Your injuries carried over, but you reassured them they didn't hurt.
When a demobat spots you, it swoops down to attack--only for it to fly right through you and crash into a wall.
That’s when you realize the monsters can’t harm you, and you use this to your advantage in distracting the swarms of demobats sent by Vecna, especially when they come for Eddie and Dustin.
You choose to stay behind in the UD to keep them away from the portal for as long as possible, snatching the sheet so Eddie can’t chase after you.
Eventually Vecna is seemingly defeated, and Eddie and Dustin return to the dimension, but neither of them can find you anywhere.
Days later, there’s still no sign of you in the real Hawkins, and this leaves Eddie a total wreck as he wonders what happened to you.
Were you corrupted by the UD? Did a monster find a way to harm you? Or did you simply pass on without saying goodbye?
He still had to hide from a town who hated him, and despite having friends who believed him..he's never felt so alone.
You were just a kid. A brave kid who made the ultimate sacrifice for him, a cowardly adult who accused you of murders you weren’t even capable of committing.
It crushed him. He was proud of himself for that concert, for not running from the swarm but facing it.
But he couldn't help you.
He feels like he failed as a shepherd, losing one of his sheep forever.
And he laments over this while taking a smoke break in the woods, the same place where he once connected with Chrissy.
But he becomes frustrated when the lighter’s flame keeps going out, which was a habit of yours to deter him from smoking.
Then...he hears a familiar voice.
“You know that's bad for you."
Eddie turns and gawks as he sees you sitting beside him, in a fully corporeal human body. Your wounds were patched up and your eyes no longer looked lifeless--as if you’ve been reborn.
Apparently the time you’ve spent in the UD allowed you to travel between dimensions, and you found a way to keep the corporeal form you gained there in the real world (although it’s temporary).
You just smiled at your friend once you finished explaining why you were gone for so long. “So I basically leveled-up and gained mastery over-”
Immediately Eddie breaks and hugs you, sobbing with relief and thanking you for all you’ve done for him, apologizing again for how he treated you before.
And again, you forgive him and hug him back, promising you won’t leave.
You ended up finding your new purpose after all:
Eddie was in desperate need of a guardian angel..and you were the perfect candidate.
SUMMARY: the dorky little things that comprise the enigma of you and eddie.
Sometimes, Eddie returns to the trailer after a two hour band practise, the electric currents from the amps still racing through his veins and the rhythm of his song falling from his lips. Wayne is at work, but both the screen and inner doors are pulled tight against their frame, something he never does. He’s always flinging the doors on their hinges as he hurries out of the morning, perpetually late. Now he enters his home and sees a pair of legs peeking out from underneath his bed. He creeps closer and sees your lightened knees, dry from impending winter and lack of lotion. You lay half shrouded in the darkness Eddie’s bed offers. Your arms spread to their full wingspan, a walkman in one palm connected to the headphones atop your head. You can hear Eddie chuckle over the sound of Axl Rose’s voice and he kicks off his shoes. The soles are caked with dirt and the laces are tinted grey. He shimmies beside you and together you stare at the wooden slats of his bed frame.
You and Eddie ditch last period to sit on his picnic table in the woods. You’re tucked between his legs and one of his hands rests on your thigh, fingers drumming a ceaseless beat. Behind you, his head bobs to an unheard song. You’re fiddling with his rings, twisting them around and around his fingers. You’ve named all of them, some genuinely, others while you were just a little high. Mr Bones is the silver skull wrapped around his middle finger. Darlin’ is a thick band inlaid with minuscule moons, you have a matching one with suns stamped around the perimeter. You address the rings, praising their beauty and babbling about your day until Eddie gets jealous and pulls his hand away, sitting on it. “I’m going to stop wearing them since they steal all of your attention,” he murmurs into your ear. You laugh and peck his jaw.
At 3AM on Tuesday, you and Eddie are sitting on his bed with heavy metal blasting out of his record player so loudly that Wayne has told you to turn it down three times. The comforter and floor are covered in paper scraps, glitter, and cardboard. Precariously balanced on top of the assorted junk piled on Eddie’s desk is the remnants of a pizza. For the past five hours you have been making various props and decorations for his next D&D campaign on Thursday. False stalagmites, a canopy to hang over the table, lurking eyes made of paper. “Anything for your sheep,” you had said when Eddie asked you to help him in this endeavour. “Anything for our sheep,” he had corrected you. In the morning, Eddie woke up to find googly eyes glued to his face.
Eddie is like a crow. He finds things, little discarded trinkets, often shiny, and brings them back to you. You leave to go to the bathroom for five minutes and when you’re back there’s three mystery items on your desk. Frequently, its discarded change. A quarter, newly minted in the last half-decade; a dime from 1961; a dollar coin handled so many times the face is nearly rubbed off. Sometimes he folds gum wrappers into little cranes or a rose. You keep a jar of his treasures on your bedside table, and when it’s full you move it to your shelf and buy another jar.
warnings: ANGST ANGST ANGST AND DEATH. and light gore ig. and like verbal abuse from a parent. makeout sesh also but it’s pg 13. THERES NO SPOILERS FOR S5
a/n: i love this prompt idea but i might redo it with a different character later bc its just a cool ass concept
prompt: Little Talks - Of Monsters and Men
Shit was getting worse at home. Every day was another screaming match with your mom and you could never predict about what. All you knew is it’d be absurdly irrational and end in tears. Last night it was because your laundry was still in the dryer, the day before was because she didn’t like your shirt, tonight it was because you were breathing too loud at dinner.
“Can you please just shut up?!” Your mom slammed her hands onto the table and the sounds of silverware clattering with your plate made you jump. You looked up to see her seething on the other side of the table and your look of shock only pissed her off more. “Don’t you look at me like that. All you do is try to piss me off and you’re doing it again right now! Shut up, shut up, shut up!” She continued screaming and you realized she was having an episode. There was nothing you could do.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t—I didn’t mean to upset you, I swear.” Your eyes still wide as you tried not to start crying. It only made her more angry.
“Yeah, I’m sure you didn’t.” She shook her head and stood up from the table, knocking her chair straight into the wall. You could see the dent as she stormed off. “I’m done. Goodbye.”
You sat alone at the dinner table, flinching at every stomp up the steps she took. All you could do was hope she snapped out of it, but this was just the way it was. The only thing you could do now was clean up the kitchen and hope she stayed upstairs. Collecting the napkins and dishes from the table, you silently began crying to yourself. There were good and bad days, but it’s been so long since there’d been a good one.
You stood at the sink with the water running as you scrubbed each soapy plate clean. Then the cutlery. Then the pots and pans. Suddenly and without any warning, your mother was behind you again. “You sorry, good-for-nothing excuse for my child!” She shouted in your face. “I wish I never met your father and I wish I never had you. I can never be happy! You’re useless!” You froze in place with water dripping on the floor and puddling around your feet. It felt like it was rising above your ankles until all of the sudden you heard the slam of a door upstairs and you snapped from your trance to find yourself alone in the kitchen with a few drops of water on the floor.
“Shit.” You muttered, kneeling down with a rag to wipe the floor. You shook your head as you replayed what just happened in your head. Maybe you were turning into her, losing your mind just like your mom. Or maybe she really did mean it when she said she never had you.
By the time you’d finished the dishes and walked upstairs, you found your mom in your room ripping all your clothes from your drawers and shoving them into a duffel bag. “Mom? What are you doing?” You couldn’t quite hear what she was muttering to herself. “Mom! Come on! What’s going on?!” You walked up to her and yanked your clothes from her hands, causing her to pull back and nearly knocked you off balance.
“You are leaving. You are no longer welcome in my house. I don’t care where you go, but I’m done with you.” Her voice was cold and you clenched your jaw, knowing this was coming next. It wasn’t the first time, but maybe it could be the last. She always came back a few days or weeks later groveling about how sorry she was and begged you to come home and you always caved thinking it’d get better. Not this time. This time you’d hold your own, make it to graduation, and then get the hell out of Hawkins.
“Fine.” Without letting her finish, you took the bag on the floor and took it down the stairs and out the front door, walking down the dimly lit street until you reached the the first payphone. You dropped a coin in and started to dial, hoping he’d answer this late at night. The trill of the phone line made your stomach turn every ring, until you heard a little click and perked up.
“Hello?” Eddie answered, music faintly playing in the background. You were crying now, flustered from the repeat encounter with your mother. “Helloooo, anyone there?”
“Hey.” Your voice hushed as you tried not to sound upset. “Can you come pick me up?”
“Y/N?” Eddie’s voice softened and he rushed to his room to look for his car keys. “What’s wrong? Where are you?” The phone cord stretched around his door frame, handset held between his ear and shoulder—you could hear his breathing as he scrambled around his room, tearing bedsheets from the mattress, slamming drawers, rustling through laundry.
“Um, Main and Cherry. Not too far from Melvald’s. I can start walking a little closer if that’d be easier?” You sniffled, trying to take some deep breaths as focus on the sounds around you. Trees rustling in the wind, crickets chirping from afar, and cursing on the speaker of the payphone. “Eddie?”
“No! No, don’t move, I’m coming. Stay where you are. Be there soon, love ya.” Eddie dropped the phone on the ground, paying no mind to the cord pulling it back towards the living room. You sighed, setting the payphone back into its slot and wandering over to one of the nearby benches. You used your duffel as a pillow and reached in to see if there was anything to keep you warm. No jackets, but you found a shirt that might be able to keep you from shivering for the time being.
Main Street was quiet this time of night. Just a few street lights to keep the street illuminated. You replayed the events of tonight in your head over and over again—your mom’s inexplicable reactions, the darkness that swallowed you, the miserable walk to find the payphone and call your boyfriend for the dozenth time and the miserable wait that ensued.
After about ten minutes, you heard the light roar of the van’s engine and sat up from the wooden bench, squinting while the headlights approached you. Eddie put it in park and jumped out, running to check on you and make sure you were still in one piece. “Jesus Christ, what happened?” Eddie crouched in front of you and grabbed your hands. “You’re freezing, y/n. Come on, I gotcha.” He helped you up and dropped his jacket from his arms, wrapping it over your shoulders in one swift motion. With headlights still pointing at you, he pushed the hair from out of your face and saw your bloodshot eyes, frowning at how troubled you seemed. “Shit, you’re a mess.” He managed to get a chuckle from you while grabbing your bag from beside you. He led you to the van and opened the passenger door—the van smelled like cigarettes and weed, familiar and comforting. You opened the glovebox without fail and snagged a cigarette from the pack he hid in there. “You need a light?” Eddie asked, hopping into the driver’s seat. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a little blue lighter, flicking the wheel down and putting it to the end of the stick. Reddish-orange ash glowed as you inhaled, smoke falling through your nostrils. You reached for the window crank to let the smoke out, eyes glazed with more tears. You took another drag and stared outside, darkness consuming you once again as you sat in silence.
You felt paralyzed, your thoughts were distorted, the air got stiff. You turned your head back to Eddie and saw him bleeding and still, and when you tried to reach for him he screamed—a deafening scream that caused you to grab your ears and cry.
“Y/N! Hey! Y/N, what is going on?” Eddie knelt on the step on the van. “We’re at the trailer, you’ve just been staring into space. You didn’t even smoke your cigarette.” Eddie pointed to the cigarette butt pinched between your fingers and the pile of ash on your lap. Your brows furrowed, nervously brushing yourself off. You were shaking again, puzzled by what you were convinced you just saw.
“Eds…I—I’m tired.” You mumbled and burst into tears, and he jumped up to console you. His hair draped over your face as he kissed the top of your head. “I don’t get it. I don’t get it. What is wrong with me?” You were nearly incomprehensible from how loud your sobs were.
“Nothin’s wrong with you, y/n. Absolutely nothing.” He answered, but he didn’t know what he was talking about. Something was wrong. And it was eating away at you every second. You hadn’t slept in days, you looked disheveled—your hair slightly matted, eyes baggy, posture slumped. Everything was wrong. This sense of impending doom got worse and worse.
“Can I have another cig?” You weakly asked him and he kissed your forehead, taking another one from the glovebox.
“You want to take a minute out here while I clean up inside? Get you some ice cream or something?” Eddie’s palm rested perfectly on your cheek and you nodded, leaning back into the ripped upholstery of your seat. The porch light lit up half your face and you took this sullen moment of silence to yourself, vacantly enjoying your cigarette. Not even the sound of the dog barking from across the way could snap you from this.
Wayne peeked out the blinds as Eddie came inside, throwing his keys on the counter and rushing to his room to clean the massacre of clothes and linens across his floor from when he first went looking for his keys. “Eddie, what’s going on?” Wayne followed his nephew through the hallway. “Why’s y/n sitting outside?”
“They’re just having a bad night. I had to go pick them up.” Eddie explained, making the bed haphazardly. He started sniffing various items of clothing to deem them clean or not, tossing them aside to continue straightening things out. “I’m sorry I didn’t give you a heads up, I just—things are getting bad for y/n and I can’t do anything about it except be there.”
“You don’t have to apologize, y/n’s welcom here anytime.” Wayne crossed his arms, leaning in the doorway. “I get it, you don’t want to be like your dad.” Eddie froze, slowly turning back to his uncle. “I can tell you give a shit. It’s a good thing, Eddie.”
“Yeah, I guess.” He sighed through his nostrils and nodded, grinding his teeth. “I do give a shit.”
“I know.” Wayne stared at the stained carpeted floor a few moments, dragging his boot through a dark stain. “I’m heading out for my shift. You two be good, I hope y/n feels better.”
“Thanks.” Eddie said, peeling back the curtains in his room to see you motionless in the van with the door still ajar. “Goodnight.”
“‘Night.” Wayne said, retreating to the front door. He passed you by on his way out. “Hey kid, have a good night. See you in the morning.” You tried to fake a smile.
“Thanks, Wayne. See ya.” You threw your cigarette butt on the ground and looked up at the sky. It was so dark and lonely up there, just as it was down here. You took another moment and reached down for your bag, sulking out of the van and into the trailer. “Eds, where’s my ice cream?” It felt lighter in here. Less pressure to perform than at your mom’s. Maybe she was just driving you to insanity, maybe this was where you needed to be to recover. She had always been cruel to you, and without your dad around it just got worse.
At first it was the length of your showers, how much you did laundry, dishes getting left out. Small, insignificant things you weren’t expecting to stir up trouble. Little comments turned into huge arguments—now you were questioning your sanity. You were desperate to escape, and maybe you could. You and Eddie would be graduating in three months—you could walk that stage, pack the van, and peel out without looking back. To hell with this small town and all its baggage. To hell with your mom and his dad and all the other things holding you back.
“Hang on! I’m almost done!” Eddie called to you and you brought your bag into his room, dropping it in one of the few clean spots on the floor. “Shit, I was gonna grab that for you.”
“It’s okay, I got it.” You assured him and walked closer, wrapping your arms around him. You felt his lips on your neck and raising higher to your cheeks. He got a real laugh out of you that boosted his confidence exponentially.
“You feeling better? Need anything?” Eddie asked, pulling you tighter.
“Besides the ice cream you promised me? Just you.” You giggled and he lifted you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as his lips pressed against yours. You slowly descended to the edge of the creaky mattress, his weight shifting the bed while he adjusted leaning into you. Your fingers tangled in his hair and his warm hands found their way under your shirt. Calloused fingers from his guitar strings dragged over your skin, you shivered and felt his lips curl into your kiss. “Thank you for coming to get me.” You whispered against his lips.
“You know I always got you.” Eddie replied gently, caressing your waist with his thumb. “I’m getting distracted, baby. You deserve your ice cream.” He said, lifting himself from the bed and wandering into the kitchen. You heard the freezer open and shut, the clattering of utensils and bowls, and spme light cursing as he fought the frozen dessert in its carton. You dug into your duffel in the meantime to find something to wear to bed—it was already so late, you doubted you’d be going to school tomorrow. You shuffled into the blankets askew on the bed, additions from yourself after you saw Eddie’s living conditions. The guy had nothing but a ripped comforter with the cotton billowing out and wrinkly sheets with burn marks in them.
You ate your ice cream quickly, metal spoons clinking against the ceramic bowl. The little sounds kept you distracted for a few minutes, Eddie leaned on your shoulder while you tried to relax. Tonight was a shitshow and the darkness felt like it was creeping in again. It had been such a heavy week, like everything was hitting at once and you couldn’t control it. And here was Eddie, caring as ever. “I love you.” You leaned your head against him and he grabbed your hand, squeezed it tight.
“Love you, too. You ready to go to bed?” His fingers caressed the back of your hand and you nodded, watching him jump up to turn off the lights. Maybe tonight you’d actually be able to get some sleep, Eddie always brought you comfort—and if not comfort, distraction.
But here you were at 4am staring at the ceiling with Eddie’s arms wrapped around you, fading from all sanity you formerly had. You tossed and turned and he snored and shuffled. There he was, protecting you from any danger you may be facing—your mom did a number on you tonight and many nights before. You stirred a bit more before carefully pulling Eddie’s arm off of you and sneaking from the room to get some water. You stood in the dark kitchen alone, feeling as if something was off. You felt you were being watched.
You wandered back out into the cold to fetch the pack of cigarettes in the van, a weakness exploited by stress. Maybe another would put you to sleep once and for all. There was more chirping from the crickets in the forest, a quiet buzz rung through the trailer park. You leaned on the side of the van as you inhaled the smoke of your cigarette and stared into space.
Tomorrow would be different, you told yourself. You wouldn’t go home tomorrow, you’d keep to yourself for a while, you’d make it out. You’d been driving yourself crazy for so long, maybe you’d see the other side of this.
You noticed the lights flick on inside and felt embarrassed, like you were doing something wrong. A few seconds later, Eddie popped his head outside and caught you with another cigarette, he smiled. “Save one for me?” He asked.
“Come on out.” You pulled another from the pack and held it out to him, which he graciously accepted and started lightly right away. “ai couldn’t sleep.”
“I gathered.” He said, pocketing his lighter. “Thinking about something?”
“I just can’t shake a weird feeling there’s something watching me. And there’s this voice in my head holding me back…I’m not sure what to do.” You explained, tilting your head back as you let the smoke from your lungs.
“A little voice, huh?” Eddie chuckled weakly, his arms crossed over each other as he rested his dominant hand with the cigarette down below his waist. “Tell it I miss our little talks.” His neck turned, head rested against the metal door of his vehicle.
“What?” You asked him, mind racing at the implications. “What does that mean?”
“It means you don’t talk to me anymore. You just keep to yourself. I miss when you used to let me in. You haven’t even told me what happened tonight, I want to know what happened with your mom.” Eddie explained, pulling his cigarette to his lips again. “I assume it was your mom, right?”
“Yeah, yeah.” You nodded quickly, realizing you’d left Eddie in the dark for days. He had no idea just how bad it was getting, but you hated to worry him. “It’s the same old, same old. I dont want to bore you.”
“Talking to me doesn’t bore me, y/n. You should know that.” Eddie slid across the van door into your shoulder to nudge you. “Take my hand, I’m always here for you.” Eddie held your hand tightly and flicked his cigarette butt away, you did the same. “Walk with me?”
“Okay…” You followed Eddie, letting him take the lead as you wandered the dirt roads of the trailer park. It was different than the rest of Hawkins—less lighting, louder than most neighborhoods. The dog was still outside and it was barking again. “Maybe we could get a dog one day. One that isn’t so annoying.” You rambled.
“I would want something tough like a pitbull or a rottweiler. Name it Lars.” Eddie commented. “Metal, right?”
“Lars like Lars Ulrich? From Metallica?” You asked and Eddie enthusiastically nodded, he was completely serious and you loved it. “Wow. That’s something…I like it.”
“Yeah, because it’s awesome.” He insisted and you smiled tightly, trying to seem like you were together. “Y/N, you know you can talk to me.”
“I gotta get out of here, Eddie.” You told him and he peered over at you with his big brown eyes, swinging your arm with his hand in yours. “I can’t stay here any longer, I’m miserable.”
“I know you are. I know. We’re so close to getting out, though. Just a few more months, okay? Then it’s just you, me, and the open road.” Eddie explained and you stared down at the gravel below, kicking rocks that tumbled forward and clattered down the path. “Y/N, it’ll be over soon. Then we can bury this place in the dust. I promise we will make it out pf Hawkins or die trying. It’s killing me to see you like this.” His hand left your grasp and his arm wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you closely to him. “Wanna head back home. Did you clear your head a little, at least?”
“Yeah…I could use some rest. Haven’t really slept all week.” You admitted and Eddie’s shoulders sunk. He hadn’t even noticed he’d been so busy with Hellfire Club. He felt like he failed you by not checking, not noticing. “I’m fine, though. Just a little low on energy. Maybe I’ll just skip school tomorrow and relax. You think Wayne will mind?”
“No, he won’t mind. I can hang back, too. I can get food first thing, I’ll take care of you.” Eddie’s other arm wrapped around you and you two halted in front of the trailer. “We’re gonna be okay, and I’m not gonna let your crazy mom give you any more shit. She’s out of the picture, okay?” Eddie kissed your head again and again and led you back inside. He helped you feel safe…and seen.
You let out a few more tears on your way in, not able to tell of they were happy or sad. But suddenly, your stomach dropped. You heard the chiming of a clock, you went back into the dark place. You saw your mother screaming at you again, and more evil. Eddie shook you gently, not understanding the trance you found yourself in.
“Y/N! Y/N, wake up!” Eddie shook you harder, panic taking over as he grabbed your face and stared into your empty eyes. “Y/N, please! Wake up! I don’t like this!” Eddie continued to scream, but you couldn’t hear him. You began levitating off the ground, up near the ceiling as you contorted and the lights flickered blindingly. Eddie was desperately grabbing at your legs trying to pull you to the floor, but it was no use. The sudden sound of your bones cracking shocked Eddie as he fell back into the floor and watched this unreal performance unfold. Your body fell the the floor and Eddie froze in shock, waiting for you to move or speak…but you didn’t. “Y/N?” His voice cracked and he crawled forward, carefully flipping you over onto your back. He gasped at the sight of your mangled face—eyes gone, blood streaks down your cheeks, jaw broken. Eddie…he didn’t know what to do…so he ran.
Reader has powers (Electrokinesis controls electricity/energies) and reader tells/helps eddie
You were one of the older kids at Hawkins Lab, having a psychic affiliation with electricity (electrokinesis). You could produce lightning at the tips of your fingers and jumpstart machines that were out of power.
But because electricity was so volatile, there’s been incidents where you’d shock the staff by accident and drain too much power from the lights.
Even security cameras footage got scrambled just from you glaring at them.
You soon learned to control your powers after escaping, electrocuting agents who hunted you down.
And for the first time you absorbed natural lightning after getting struck by a bolt during a storm, having the power to fry a Demogorgon to a crisp.
For a while you wandered Hawkins in a disguise, unsure of what the future held for a “living weapon” like yourself.
But you were taken in by a kind family after saving their kid from a demodog (you convinced them it was a rabid wolf) as a show of gratitude. They knew of your electrokinesis but didn’t mind it at all.
In fact, you realized you could use your powers for good, such as keeping appliances and lights on during a thunderstorm. Your adopted family never took advantage of you, only scolding you if your temper accidentally caused a blackout.
You slowly recovered from the horrors of your past, making friends and enrolling in school and doing normal kid things.
Finding a name for yourself was the biggest challenge...as you’ve only ever known one: the number tattooed on your wrist. Though you eventually settled for [y/n]. It just felt right.
Your little sibling also introduced you to fantasy novels and D&D, both of which you found comfort in. You created a character who was “cursed” with lightning and made quite an interesting backstory for them. It helped you cope with all the shit that happened in the lab.
At school, you were naturally drawn to the Hellfire Club after hearing them discuss their campaign at the lunch table. You politely asked if you could join-
“Do my ears deceive me?? A newcomer dares approach us??”
Their leader, Eddie Munson, slides over and lets you have a seat at the table, and you just smile and awkwardly accept the invitation.
You’re surprised that he’s only a year older than you and was rounding up these kids, though you fit in with this little family just fine.
At the meeting, you introduce your character as a metal figure with a microscopic piece of lightning encased in a glass ball they held, making it resemble a plasma ball.
Everyone thought you had the coolest figurine ever. They couldn’t stop staring at it.
And you joined the party and battled Vecna, casting lightning strikes on swarms of evil monsters that blocked your path and impressing the club with your rolls.
After packing up, Eddie remarks how well you played, handing you a Hellfire Club shirt. His energy and kindness really warmed your heart, as you admitted you were just glad to find a place where you belonged.
He does see the tattoo on your wrist and asks what it means.
You sort of..clam up a bit, before dismissing it as your “favorite number.”
"..oh, okay! That’s a uh..cool number.”
Today you realized the “Freak” was not all that freaky.
As time goes by you hang out with the club more, along with Eddie, and all the while you kept your powers in-check so none of them suspected anything.
But you truly did want to tell him. If your family was okay with it, surely he would be, right?
Yet something always happened that stopped you from doing so.
The opportunity arises again....at the most unfortunate time, when Chrissy is murdered and Eddie calls you in a panic, crying and unable to speak clearly.
You weren’t sure why he contacted you of all people, but you meet him in an undisclosed location, where you comfort him as he describes her grisly death.
“Y-You probably think I’m lying..”
“No, I believe you-”
“Don’t bullshit me!! I know you think I’m crazy but I swear..w-whatever happened to her was not normal!”
“..you’re right. It’s not.” Given your experiences with the Upside Down, you immediately knew something there was the cause. So you explained it to him, eventually revealing your powers, too.
In case he didn’t believe you, you jumpstarted a nearby car with your mind and created a ball of electricity between your hands, surprising him.
“So..you were cursed?”
“It felt like it. But now..I see this as a gift. One I can use for good.”
“That’s..pretty badass.” He remarks, before mentioning how Chrissy’s catatonic state reminded him of Vecna’s curse.
Soon Dustin and the others find you two, and you reveal everything to them--knowing Eddie’s innocent and insisting the real threat lied in the UD.
When you all go there, you discover you could absorb the red lightning too. With the endless raging storms you were basically charged-up all the time, using it to fry any demobats that attacked.
You even gave your makeshift weapon a “lightning status effect” that lasted indefinitely so you could save your powers when needed.
It was cool to think you were living a D&D game..but you knew this was very real. And protecting Eddie and the club became your priority.
As he played “Master of Puppets” atop his trailer, you watched out for the bats and zap any you see out of the sky.
It’s truly the most metal thing you’ve ever done. You two put on a hell of a lightning show.
But when he flees from the portal to distract the bat swarm, you start up an abandoned motorcycle to catch up, wondering why the hell he wasn’t choosing to run away now.
You two got overwhelmed quickly, and in desperation you unleashed all of your energy as a massive lightning storm that kills every last bat.
But the overexertion leaves you unconscious, with burns and branchlike lesions covering your arms. Eddie panics and screams for somebody to come help, begging you to stay alive.
In the end, you do recover at the expense of losing your powers for a day or so.
Eventually you reunite with your family, introducing them to Eddie after they tell you they don’t believe he murdered anyone. So he’s allowed to stay in your home until his name could get cleared.
He’s still kicking himself for trying to act like a hero, but you reassure him that he is one.
“How though? I mean..you’re the one with the crazy superpowers who stopped that entire swarm!”
“Heroes come in many forms, Eddie. Superpowered or not. You chose to go back and face that swarm head-on when you could’ve saved yourself. To me..that’s what makes up a real hero. His selflessness and desire to do good despite everything.”
Idk if you've already written this but would you be ok with doing an Eddie Munson and child!ghost!yn where his season four d43th does happen and he's comforted by y/n and they can go to a "better place"?
"My god.."
Finding Eddie all alone, surrounded by the corpses of demobats, was a sight you wish you could erase from your mind.
But as you scrambled to kneel beside him, you can see the bite wounds and blood that covered his entire body. And it made your hands tremble as you took one of his hands into yours.
He looked at you, his smile bloody. "[Y/n].."
"It's okay, Eddie. I'm here. It's alright." You bit back the tears in your eyes.
At this point you knew there was no saving him. It was simple fact. His wounds were countless and too severe, and he didn't try to move.
All you could do was just be here for him.
"I didn't run away this time, right?"
You shook your head. "No. No you didn't. You did great, dude."
"At least...I-I think I'm gonna graduate. I think it’s finally my year.” He struggled to speak, choking on his own blood. Even he knew his time was swiftly running out, yet he was terrified. “I bet I'll be in hell for everything I’ve done.”
“No, no. You aren’t going there. We’ll be together, and we’ll go to a better place.”
Eddie blinked in slight disbelief. “Y-You’ll be with me?”
“Of course. I won't leave your side.” You reassured him with a shaky smile.
“O-Okay..good. [Y/n]?”
“Yeah?”
“Were you..this scared when you died?”
Although silent for a second, you simply shook your head again. “I can’t remember. But you don’t have to be scared, Eddie..it’s okay to let go. I promise they’ll remember you as a hero.”
“They better.” He sniffled, the life gradually leaving his eyes. “I-It hurts so much..”
“Shhh..just let go, Eddie.” You soothed, squeezing his hand in reassurance. “Just let go.”
He soon did as he succumbed to his wounds, and you felt his body going slack. You frowned with heartache that things ended up this way...and with guilt knowing that you weren’t sure what would happen next.
You didn’t know how spirits who died in the Upside Down would act. You’ve only ever met victims of it outside the dimension, but never within it.
What if it changed Eddie?
What if he became part of the Mindflayer?
What if-
“[Y/n]?”
You tensed and jumped to your feet, looking up to see Eddie’s spirit standing nearby. He still had all of his wounds, but his clothes were intact and he wasn’t covered in blood. Tears pooled in his eyes as he stared at his own corpse, and then you.
With a sad smile you rushed over, embracing him as if you haven’t seen him in thousands of years. He was sobbing more than you were, though you reassured him it was gonna be okay.
He died a hero.
He wasn’t going to get some eternal punishment. He was going to be with you, a spirit who could’ve moved on anytime they wished..but stayed on the earth to help him.
Bro that Eddie and ghost child headcanons made me emotional I tell u,can I request a funny oneshot of Ghost child bringing a friendly demo dog to Eddie and is like “can we keep it?🥺”
"Can we-"
"NO!!!!" Eddie's shrill scream made you jump back a little, and he stared at demodog pup in your arms that brushed its petaled mouth against your cheek. He was utterly horrified by what you brought into his trailer after you called him and claimed to have found something “cool”.
Well, this spawn of satan was surely the worst thing that could’ve possibly walked through that door.
"Put that thing back where you found it!!" He demanded, acting like a stern parent.
"But he's harmless, see?" Holding the creature in front of you, you innocently smiled and showed him that it was collared. "Did Dustin ever tell you he took care of one once?”
“Jesus H. Christ..he did?!!”
“Yeah. And he called it Dart."
“That’s fucked up. He’s lucky it didn’t grow up into a demogorgon and kill everyone!”
“They’re not all mindless monsters who obey the Mindflayer. He’s really just their life support.” You tried explaining as you fed a handful of Honeycomb flakes to the pup. “This little guy was weak when I found him. But he likes cereal. So...we just gotta feed him that and he’ll be happy.”
Eddie just eyed it warily. “Until he starts craving human flesh..not that you have to worry about that.”
The pup looked back at him, partially separating its petals to pant, letting drool drip onto the floor. He grimaced and stepped away. “Gross.”
“As if the rest of this place isn’t?” You huffed.
“..........”
“C’monnnn-”
“Fine! Whatever!” He threw his hands up in surrender. “We’ll keep him. Happy?”
“Yes.” With a grin, you hugged the demodog gently. “I’m calling him Dio.”
“....no. Don’t you dare associate a legend with that thing!!!"
“Yes, I dare.”
“No!!”
"Yes.”
“NO!!”
“No!”
“Yes-! Oh goddamn it, alright..” Groaning, Eddie rubbed both hands over his face, wondering why he gave in so easily.
