✨Various x Reader One-Shots✨

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 | 𝙴𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝙼𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚘𝚗 | 𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜

Eddie stuck his tongue out, trying to focus on the craft. The paint onto the carved wood, with a tiny toothpick of a paintbrush between his fingers. When he was sure she was too distracted by her own work, he glanced at her again. She was much too perfect for him. The way she unevenly cut her hair, most likely with paper scissors, was perfect in the way her boots gathered stains. How she wore those long gloves in every outfit, no matter how inappropriate the situation. Or mask. The porcelain doll mask strapped across her messy dyed hair.

It was perfect, the way she painted it. Perfect, though it hid her expression, her eyes told stories beyond his own galaxy. He supposed these things weren't perfect, not in a traditional sense. But to him, she was a goddess. The prettiest girl he had ever seen, without seeing her face. "Do you want help?" Y/n turns back to him, feeling his brown orbs on her covered face. He coughed on his air, "No- uh- I was just looking at your Rogue." The figure she painted looked eerily similar to the girl holding it. Crazy hair, a strange mask, it even had her chainsaw. Oh, how she loved that chainsaw. She had somehow found a way to translate it into a legendary sword of blades, cursed for eternity.

Or so she had told him. It was one of the first times she had opened up to the rebel. Eddie had talked about DnD, and for the first time, someone listened. Someone who had no idea what a dungeon or a dragon was- listened to him. Her eyes were glued to every word he spoke, as he dramatically played out his last campaign in front of the masked girl. He practically had her on the edge of her seat with just his words. That day he had felt like a Titan, a thousand bucks. All because a runaway girl had listened to him about his interest. The day later he had found her carving figures of the legendary heroes he told her about. At first, she shied away when he found out, but the moment she saw how excited he was, she melted.

And began to tell him a story of her own. About a rogue with a strange mask in an even stranger world, with an even stranger sword of swords. Ever since they had been inseparable. Eddie knew little to nothing about Y/n when he met her- and not much more now. All he knew was that she was perfect, not where that perfection had gone in the past. It might've scared off the next guy when she appeared, chainsaw in hand in Hawkins. Or when it was revealed she was looking for a certain girl with a certain number on her wrist. And that she had one of her own, covered by said long gloves. Though her abilities worked much differently than Eleven's. She didn't have any telekinesis or some brain-altering power.

But a cut, even the smallest- a bruise even the lightest could be stolen. She was a walking voodoo doll. A cut on her wrist could appear on the man next to hers in the blink of an eye. It had worked just as well on Demogorgons, she had found out over the years. "Are you ready to play yet- you think?" Eddie asks, she hums. "But I make the figures." "So? Now you can actually use them!" She remained silent, "I can even give you the books- most of the guys read them before they played." He turned around and dug into his shelves, looking through the messy spines for the right guide. "Found it, aw it's getting me all nostalgic." He rubs the dusty book against his cheek fondly, before turning to Y/n. "I dunno, I've still gotta finish these." She dips her paintbrush into the ink. He collapses next to her, "Come on- It'll be so fun! You watch us play all the time- you've got that wanting sparkle in your eye don't deny it, baby!"

"You can barely see my eyes." "And how they sparkle when I do." He winks, "might just be the angle." she shrugs. Y/n was almost completely oblivious to his flirting. She tilts the figure in her fingers again, "I gotta get more wood." He didn't like the way it ended. "Need muscle?" She packs her bag, leaving the figure to dry across the usual shelf. Eddie steps beside her, hands on his hips with a grin. "Look at that. I bet you we are the only campaign with full-on wood-polished figures!" He leans his head against hers, "You're a master of your craft you know?" He felt a smile from behind the porcelain mask.