Pairing: Eddie x Reader
Word count: 970
Summary: Based on this note. Enjoy 💜
"God, I thought this class would never end." you heard Eddie mumble to himself before he pushed his chair from his desk almost hitting yours - perks of sitting right behind him. He quickly grabbed his things and left even before you were able to open your mouth. Another occasion to talk with him slipped through your fingers.
You sighed in defeat and started to pack your things, when you noticed a scrambled paper left under his chair. You picked it up with an intention to give it back, but saw your name written on a fragment and raised your brows. Your curiosity won over your respect of someone's privacy. You quickly glanced around to check that no one was looking and stuffed paper in your pocket before leaving classroom in a hurry.
When you were sure, no one from your friends (or Eddie himself) were close to you, you unscrambled it revealing a note. Your eyes went wider with each line you read. When you reached the end, you moved back to the start and read it again. You couldn't believe it. He has crush on me!? Your mind was working like crazy and stopped only when you heard the bell rang. You scribbled something on the note carefully hid it in your notebook, as if it was made from silk.
~~~~~~
Your last class was English and to your luck, Eddie was in your class. Unfortunately, he was on the far end from you and there was no chance to pass the note to him without being caught by the teacher. You were counting seconds until the class ended, almost shaking with anticipation.
When the bell rang you stuffed everything from your desk to your bag, not caring if your notes would be intact. You got out of the class as fast as you could, trying your best not to trip. You got to Eddie's locker before him and pushed the note inside.
"L/N? Isn't your locker...?" you spotted Eddie walking in your direction and ran off before he could interrogate you. You were not ready to face him today. "What the hell?" was last you heard him say.
~~~~~~
Eddie reluctantly opened the locker, hoping it was not some prank. But instead of some nasty stuff, only some piece of paper fell on the floor.
"A note...?" his face lost all of its colour, when he recognised paper. "No, no, no, no way...!" he rummaged in his bag searching for that piece of paper hoping it was just a similar piece of paper and not that little rambling he wrote during math. "Fucking hell, I am so dumb!" he kicked his locker slightly denting it. He grabbed the note, afraid what he will find there. "You are the dumbest guy in this freaking town Munson, she definitely is disgusted with you now, what a moron..." he was mumbling to himself while unfolding the paper. His eyes didn't catch at first the neat little writing at the end of the note. He had to double check. "What is that?" he read the short sentence you wrote 'I would always choose you over Harrington.'
He thought he was going mad. He looked at this paper over and over, with each passing second, he was trembling more, his mind skyrocketing to different dimension.
"God dammit!" he snapped awake, realising you were on your merry way home and he was standing here like an idiot. He shoved books inside his locker and shut it close before he ran to his van as if his life depended on it.
~~~~~~
You almost had a stroke, when a van stopped near you on the middle of the road. You thought someone was going to kidnap you. You screamed, but stopped when you saw that it was Eddie driving it.
“What the hell Munson!? You scared me to death!” you shouted at the boy, your face red with embarrassment. He jumped out of the van, his face looked so serious, you were getting worried. “What’s going on?” you saw a piece of paper in his squeezed hand, quickly adding things up. “Oh...”
“Oh indeed.” he moved close to you, only inches keeping you apart. He was slightly towering over you; you had to raise your head to look at him. He looked like he was mad at you, and you started to panic, maybe you read the note all wrong?
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snoop, I just saw my name and was curious, but I Swear I didn’t mean to...” you were fidgeting in place, your face red like a tomato.
“Go out with me.” he blurted it out during your apologising speech, catching you off guard.
“Whaa? Go out with you?” you blinked surprised. He leaned closer to you and your breath hitched in your throat.
“Yeah, with me. I like you, like really really like you. I think it’s obvious by now based on that note.” he was slightly blushing; you could see how nervous he was. “And I read your response and I thought that we can go on a date, if you want to of course.” he realised he was towering over you and took a step back to give you some space. He hid his mouth with his hair waiting for your answer.
“I would love to honestly.” you smiled at him. He looked at you with a grin.
“That’s... That’s great. Do you have some time now?” he was visibly shaking with excitement.
“Right now?”
“Yeah, why not? I don’t think I can wait any longer.” you laughed and shook your head. “Does that mean yes?” he looked at you hopefully.
“Just don’t drive like you did before, okay?” he jumped in place, throwing fist in the air before he helped you get into his van.
You and Eddie have a crush on each other, but it takes Murray Bauman to make it embarrassingly clear.
Tropes: Eddie Munson x Henderson female reader, fluff, Murray exposing your feelings, forced proximity, a very soft Eddie.
Warnings: Mention and/or depiction of fighting and wounds, teeny-tiny diversion from the show's timeline (this one's more about the concept than the overall S4 plot😉).
Word count: 5.4k
Author’s notes: I recently rewatched all seasons of ST and noticed how Murray always knows what's going on in the gang's hearts... thought I'd give his Cupid skills a try with Eddie eheh
✨Part 2✨
🌹 Masterlist 🌹
Happiness can be found in the strangest of things; but it never occurred to you that happiness - or, better, relief - might one day come into the shape of a faded and battered-down warehouse in the outskirts of Hawkins.
However, as soon as the once yellow and light blue building comes into sight as you come out of the woods at the side of the road, panting and with your feet hurting like hell from walking all that way, you almost feel like crying.
“We’re here” you state with a tired exhale, a smile warming up your face as you turn to your side. “We made it, Eddie”.
“Thank God” is all Eddie can mutter under his breath before tripping on his feet and almost falling to the ground. You rush to his side, throwing one of his arms around your shoulders as you try to support him.
“Hey, hey, stay with me” you tell him, your free arm on his chest, holding him steady. “Just a few more steps and then you can rest”.
You can feel his chest rising and falling into heavy breaths under the thin layer of his Hellfire shirt as he nods slowly. You’ve never been so physically close to him, you’ve never touched him like this - and sure enough, he’s never leaned on you like his life depended on it, as he’s doing now. The whirlwind of feelings is enough to send your head spinning, but now it’s not a good time for fluttery butterflies and quickened heartbeats: you need to take him inside before he passes out.
You’ve been walking through the woods outside Hawkins for hours after escaping Jason and his crew of insane jocks. You were supposed to bring Eddie some food at Reefer’s Rick, but when you reached the boathouse it was too late: Jason and his goons had found Eddie and had cornered him, turning him into their personal punching ball. He’d been able to stall them for a bit with the same broken bottle he’d used to attack Steve, but it hadn’t been enough.
You even tried to stop them, but Andy had mercilessly elbowed you away, making you trip and fall into the freezing waters of Lovers Lake. Soaking wet, you were struggling to climb back up on the floor of the room when it happened.
Patrick was suddenly frozen still, eyes white and blind. Andy noticed it first, and he tried to bring him back into consciousness by calling his name, shaking him, but you knew he was gone now. You took your chance as soon as the boy started levitating, knowing well enough what was next - and the horror and stupor that possessed Jason and the others as Patrick’s bones started to snap was just the diversion you needed.
While they helplessly tried to save their friend, in a rush of desperation you managed to rise from the lake, grab a semi-unconscious Eddie and make him barely stand up to get him into the boat in the middle of the room. And just as everyone else started to scream in despair at Patrick’s death, you were rowing away from the boathouse, towards the opposite shore of the lake.
Eddie’s wounds, thankfully, weren’t as serious as you feared; but he was bleeding, and you needed a safe place where you could contact the rest of the group and set up a meeting. You needed the help of someone you trusted, who wouldn’t ask too many questions and who lived reasonably close. That’s when it clicked.
You met Murray Bauman two years ago, when you went to his house with Nancy and Jonathan to expose the secrets of Hawkins Lab. Last year, he joined you and the others at Starcourt to bring down the Russians and their damned machine, which opened the Upside Down once again. He knows everything and he would understand - and that’s how you ended up buzzing his intercom in the middle of the night, with Eddie’s body slumped against yours.
“State your name”
Murray’s voice echoes from a speaker above the door. You really don’t have time or energy left for this ritual, but you know it’s mandatory.
“It’s me, Y/n Henderson” you urgently speak up, trying not to be too loud, “Murray, let us in - we need help”.
“Show your face” Murray adds through the speaker, his tone as flat as that of an answering machine.
“Murray, please” you hiss through your teeth, your voice edging towards desperation as you snap your head up towards the camera above you - wondering how he’s going to see anything more than a blurry shape in the dark.
A second later, the metal door of the warehouse swings open to reveal Murray Bauman standing in front of you, with nothing but a white tank top and matching boxers on.
“What do you want?” He asks you, his eyes lingering inquisitively on an almost zoned-out Eddie and his black eye. “You woke me up”.
“It’s back” you blurt out, “it’s back and we’re in danger. I’ll tell you everything, but we need a place to stay for tonight - he’s not doing well” you add, nodding at Eddie. “Please, Murray”.
Murray’s face suddenly turns pale at your words, and he gives you a single, silent nod. He then moves to the side to let you in, his head turning left and right to look at the street before closing the door.
You stumble towards the sofa, Eddie’s weight almost throwing you off balance as you carefully place him down. As soon as he lays his head on one of the pillows, he finally passes out.
“So” Murray addresses you, his head tilted to the side as he nods at Eddie, “who’s that?”
You adjust a strand of Eddie’s curly hair away from his closed eyes and check his temperature and breathing to make sure that he’s okay before turning towards Murray.
“He’s Eddie Munson” you explain with an exhausted sigh.
Murray’s eyes widen as if they’re about to pop out of their sockets, Eddie’s name immediately reminding him of the latest news reports on TV. “Munson? You’ve brought a wanted murderer into my home?” He exclaims under his breath, hands frantically moving in the air.
“He didn’t do it” you’re quick to add, a glimpse of anger straining your voice as you drop down on a chair next to a small table in the kitchen corner, “He’s innocent. I’ll tell you everything, I promise… but I need some water first”
Murray glares at you, but then he moves to the cupboard, grabs two glasses and proceeds to open the freezer.
“I think I have something better than that” he states, taking out of the cold compartment a bottle of vodka.
As you two drink a few shots, the liquor tingling down your throat and burning inside you (but bringing you some much needed comfort), you tell him everything from the start. How you met Eddie by giving Dustin, Mike and Lucas endless lifts to their D&D campaigns, how you and your brother looked for him with Steve, Robin and Max after the events at the trailer park, swearing by his innocence and supporting your claims with Max’s story about the flickering lights and Eddie’s own recounting of Chrissy’s death. How you’re now on the run from Jason Carver and the Hawkins High basketball team, and how you’re planning to meet with everyone else tomorrow.
Murray stares into the void as he listens, taking in every word and growing almost imperceptibly paler.
Once you’re done with the story, the bottle is half empty and your head is slightly spinning. Murray is looking at you with a resigned expression, still sipping on his fifth glass of vodka.
“You can stay” he finally tells you, “but just for tonight. I have a plane to catch tomorrow”.
Even if you knew he would say yes, you’re so relieved you almost hug him. You wouldn’t do that in any normal situation, especially not when he’s still half naked, but you’re so grateful that you’d even be willing to go past that.
However, before you stop yourself, he immediately puts up his hands, shaking his head.
“Uh-uh” he says, “Don’t come any closer, please - you stink. Go take a shower, there’s a clean towel you can use in the bathroom closet”.
Now that the pressing need to find shelter and let Eddie rest and recover is resolved, you remember that you actually need to take care of yourself, as well: your hair and clothes are still a bit damp (and, yes, smelly) from when you fell into the lake, and your side is hurting where Andy’s elbow crashed into it. And, now that your body is finally starting to relax, you’re realizing how exhausted you actually are.
You get up and head towards the corridor, stopping by the sofa to glimpse at Eddie. He’s still knocked out, hair sprawled around his face and a ringed hand resting on his chest. Your gaze softens visibly as you lower your head over his to check his breathing one more time - and you realize that he’s probably shifted into a sleeping spell.
“Can you keep an eye on him while I clean myself up?” You ask Murray as you straighten yourself up again.
Murray knowingly looks at you with his eyebrows raised. “Yeah, sure, it’s not like I’m going anywhere at this point” he blurts out, ushering you with a quick movement of his hands. “Now please go, go, go”.
You get into the bathroom and as you close the door behind you, you finally allow yourself to take a big breath. You carefully remove your t-shirt in front of the mirror to check the damage and you notice that a black and yellow bruise is already forming on your side. You touch it slightly with the tip of your finger and, yeah, it hurts, but it seems quite superficial and not that serious - Eddie has it worse, for sure.
You get into the shower and the hot water makes you sigh in pleasure as soon as it hits your tense shoulders. You’d love to spend a whole hour under the heavy flow, surrounded by warm steam, but you really want to check on Eddie and be there when he wakes up. So, with great effort and a lot of resistance from your body, you turn the water off and get out of the shower box, grabbing a large white towel from the closet that Murray mentioned and wrapping it around your body. Then, you tiptoe back into the living room, trying not to drip too much water on the floor.
“Do you have some clothes I can borrow, by any chance? Mine really need a wash” you ask Murray, who’s still sitting at the table while flipping the pages of today’s newspaper.
“Oh lord, and then what? A VIP ticket to Area 51 as well?” Murray sighs loudly while rolling his eyes, but he immediately pushes the newspaper away and gets up from the chair. “Let me guess: he’ll need my clothes too, right?” He asks you, nodding at Eddie.
“Uhm… yeah, I think so” you shyly reply, earning a glare in return.
“You’re lucky I’ve done an extra load of laundry today” Murray replies, pointing a finger at you before disappearing into the corridor.
You’re about to sit back down on your chair when a low groan makes your head snap around.
“Y/n” Eddie murmurs, his eyes flickering open as you rush to the sofa and kneel by his side on the carpet.
“I’m here, Eddie” you tell him, scanning his face as he comes back into consciousness and feeling his forehead with the back of your hand to check for any signs of a temperature.
“Wait, are you naked?” He slowly asks once he looks at you, still in a confused daze as a tilted smirk appears on his lips.
You let out a chuckle, your hands rushing to tighten the towel around your body. “Don’t even think about that, Munson” you reply, shooting back up on your feet as Murray comes back into the room.
As soon as Eddie sees him, he tries to sit up, but he struggles as pain makes him hiss at any attempt at moving. You help him, accompanying his body up by gently taking his hand with one of yours and placing the other on his back.
“Welcome back to the world of the living. Shower’s that way” Murray states, pointing back towards the bathroom before dropping a bundle of clean clothes on the sofa next to Eddie. “You can use these. I’m also getting you a first aid kit because, if I can be honest, your face looks like shit”.
“Uhm… thanks, man” Eddie tentatively replies, throwing a questioning look in your direction.
“Yeah, yeah, she’s told me everything already” Murray addresses him again, “I know you’re not a serial killer”.
Eddie’s shoulders drop, relief visibly filling him up as he grabs a pair of faded sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt from the pile next to him and manages to stand up, making a few steps towards the bathroom door.
“Do you… uh, do you think you need help with that?” You ask him, blushing slightly at the idea of following him.
Eddie turns towards you, his signature grin back on his lips now that he knows he’s safe. “I can manage that” he says, looking for support on the doorframe as he stumbles a little, “Besides, I don’t think you want to see the sweet old tatties on full display” he jokes.
Your cheeks get even redder as you desperately hope that he’s not reading your mind right now. “Yeah, uhm, cool” you reply, catching a glimpse of a visibly stupefied and slightly annoyed Murray behind you, “I’ll get changed in the meantime. Once you’re done, we’ll try to patch you up”.
“Roger that” Eddie replies, finally closing the bathroom door behind him.
“Was all that flirting necessary?” Murray asks you as he leads you to the guest room, where you plan to change into the remaining gym shorts and hoodie.
“It wasn’t flirting - we’re friends” you briefly explain, shutting his protests down. “I’ll be back in a sec and then I’ll need your radio” you’re then quick to add, getting inside the room and closing the sliding doors.
“We’re friends” Murray mocks you in a high-pitched voice as he goes back to the bottle of vodka, “Yeah, and I’m Russian”.
When you come out of the guest room and sit on the slumped sofa in the living room, Murray brings you his radio, dropping it unceremoniously on the coffee table. You thank him with a smile and start fiddling with the channels until you find the right one.
“Dustin, do you copy?” You ask into the speaker. While you wait for a response, the bathroom door opens to reveal a cleaned up, but still limping, Eddie. He stumbles back to the sofa and sits down next to you.
After a few minutes of silent buzzing, the radio crackles and Dustin voice echoes in the room.
“Y/n, thank god” he exclaims, his familiar voice making both you and Eddie smile, “are you guys okay? You didn’t check in when we called you”
“Yeah, uhm, we had a little setback” you explain, “Reefer Rick’s is compromised - Jason found us. But we made it out and we’re safe at Murray’s. Eddie’s here with me” you add, glancing up at him.
“Hello, Henderson” Eddie says as he leans down towards the radio, his damp hair brushing against your cheek.
“Munson” Steve voice suddenly echoes from the speaker, “do you know where Skull Rock is? Glad to know you’re okay, by the way”
“Hey, I was talking to them” Dustin mutters in the background.
You and Eddie exchange a look, then he gently takes the speaker from your hands to reply. His fingers lightly graze yours with the gesture, making your skin tingle.
“I know it, yeah” he says, nervously scratching his hair, “are we meeting there tomorrow?”
“Yes, ten o’clock, Skull Rock” Steve repeats, “We have to go now, but we’re keeping the line open if you need us. Say hi to y/n for me and try to be careful in the meantime. Over and out”.
Eddie places the radio speaker back on the table and slumps down into the sofa, his hands running up and down his legs.
“Hey” you ask him, placing a hand on one of his to calm him down. “Are you okay?”
He looks at you, his gaze softening. “That’s a good one, sweetheart” he replies, absentmindedly intertwining his fingers with yours. Your stomach turns into a swarm of butterflies as you notice the glint in his eyes - what is going on?
Murray coughs, and you both immediately let go.
“So, uhm, let me take a look at those” you stutter, nodding at the few wounds on Eddie's face as you gently touch him with the tip of your fingers, slowly moving his head side to side to inspect the damage. He has a split lip, a cut on his left cheek and a black eye, with some leftover blood dried just under his nose. Your heart tightens at the thought of what Jason, Andy and Patrick did to him.
“Murray” you ask, turning around to face him, “what about that first aid kit?”
“Yes” Murray exclaims, clapping his hands before rummaging through one of the kitchen drawers until he takes out a small, white box. “This is it, but I’ll leave you to it and go back to sleep” he says, handing the box to you over the sofa, “you know where the guest room is - just don’t be too loud, okay? I’m not in the mood to listen to you two-”
“Murray!” You exclaim horrified, as Eddie’s eyes run back and forth between the two of you in shock. “We’re not sleeping together- I mean, I will stay here on the sofa” you specify, feeling the heat of shame rising up your neck.
“I’m not letting you sleep on the sofa - I’m sleeping on the sofa” Eddie interrupts you in mild confusion.
“Eddie, you’re hurt-” you try to talk back, but he puts one hand up to shush you.
“Nope” he says, shaking his head, “You brought this old, battered body here, you need to rest in a proper bed”.
“Exactly” you specify, “your body is battered, so that’s why-“
“GUYS!” Murray interrupts you with a yell, “Enough with that lovers’ quarrel. Just sleep in the same damn bed like you both clearly so desperately desire and let me rest in peace”.
“It’s not a lovers’ quarrel!” you and Eddie both exclaim, immediately exchanging a look.
Murray stares at you in disbelief as silence suddenly falls in the room - however, it doesn’t last long.
“Oh, spare me!” Murray finally blurts out, loudly. “Fucking unbelievable. Listen” he addresses you both, a finger pointed at your faces. “I’ve been through this shit twice already - Byers and Wheeler first, then Joyce and Hopper. It must run in your whole damn Ghostbusters slash Scooby-Doo group, I swear. You” he turns to Eddie, who looks at him with wide eyes, “you’re the nerdy metalhead that nobody in the whole world would ever love because he’s a freak, am I correct? So you hide behind an unnecessarily thick wall of sarcasm and cynicism because if you don’t put up that façade someone might actually find out that you crave to love, and to be loved. And what happens one day? You find her“ he adds, turning to you next. “And it’s a fucking cliché, because she’s your best friend’s sister and oh my god she’s untouchable and she will never look at you, right? Wrong! Because every time she looks at you - and boy, she does that a lot - she basically melts into the ground, turns literally purple, loses all sense of reason and logic and starts waking up people in the middle of the damn night to keep you safe. On that note: Y/n, stop lying to yourself and finally admit that you’re head over heels about him - and stop being so insecure, so dubious, so full of useless self-pity and worry. Open your beautiful girly eyes and get a grip, because YES - he’s head over heels about you too, okay?”
Murray takes a deep breath as you and Eddie sit there in silence, avoiding each other’s eyes like the plague.
“Good” Murray finally exclaims, proud of his little speech - he’s convinced he’s the best Cupid out there by now. “Have a good night, Mr. and Mrs. Just Friends” he concludes, heading towards his bedroom and locking himself in.
The living room is so silent that you can hear the faint chirping of the crickets outside the house. Your hands are sweating on your lap as their grip on the first-aid box tightens, your eyes locked on it because you’re too embarrassed to meet Eddie’s. Your mind is spinning as it tries to analyze every single interaction, every word you’ve exchanged with him, looking for any possible instance of you slipping up and showing your true feelings - and, for a second, you also consider looking for signs that might confirm what Murray has just stated. That Eddie might actually feel the same.
Little do you know that Eddie is doing the exact same thing. But he’s quicker to find a way to change the subject and tone down the awkwardness, because yes, he’s just been blatantly exposed, but making sure that you’re okay - that both of you are okay with each other - is way more important than finding a way to recover from Murray’s words.
“So, uhm…” he begins, stuttering lightly as he nervously starts playing with his rings. “Is there a… uhm, a bandaid or something in there?” He asks you, nodding at the kit with a tentative smile.
You snap back to reality. “Oh, yeah, I guess so - let me look for it” you blurt out as you open the box, fidgeting with its contents until you manage to find a tiny bottle of disinfectant, a few cotton balls and two bandaids with a red and blue polka dot print on them.
“Not so metal, I’m afraid” you tell Eddie as you show him the bandaids with a small smile that matches his own, making him chuckle as he realizes that yes, probably you’re still okay.
“As long as they keep these battle wounds from bleeding” he jokes, taking them from you before starting to peel one of them open, “I think they’ll do”.
“Oh no, wait” you exclaim, blocking him with your hands. If someone asked, both of you could swear that the sparkles erupting from your hands touching were brightly visible in the dim light of the room. “We need to clean those properly first”.
Eddie sighs in defeat and you proceed by pouring some disinfectant on one cotton ball, dabbing it on the cut on his lip and the wound on his cheek.
“I’m sorry, I know it burns” you apologize as you feel him holding his breath, guessing that it’s because of the pain. That’s true, but just in a very small part - mostly, it’s having you so close to him that leaves him breathless and clueless about making any move. He’s actually too absorbed in admiring your long eyelashes and how they flutter as your eyes attentively scan his face, counting the pale freckles and tiny skin marks scattered on your cheeks and nose, noticing the clean scent of shampoo from your still damp hair and the faint hint of your cologne still left on your neck. Actually, the burning is welcome to him, as it’s the only thing keeping him grounded and restraining him from doing something stupid and way too risky - like, he guesses, kissing you.
“All done” you finally state, tapping on the edge of the bandaid you’ve just placed on his cheek before moving back away from him. Both of you feel the space between your bodies, and it seems as deep as the ocean.
“Thank you, kind lady” he replies, his eyes still lingering on yours.
You both stand up at the same time, the awkwardness back in the room as you nervously look at each other with an embarrassed smile - because, you’ve just realized, it’s time to make a decision on the bed thing.
“Soooo” Eddie tentatively begins, taking a strand of his wavy hair and barely hiding his face behind it as he looks sideways at you, “Since there’s no way I’m letting you sleep on this sucker…” he begins, waving one hand at the sofa.
“Eddie, come on-” you try, but he accepts no protests on your side.
“And you’re too kind and stubborn to let me be the knight in shiny armor” he continues as you scoff, smiling, “I guess we could, uhm…” he concludes, words dying in his throat as a wave of insecurity washes over him. Maybe what he’s about to propose is way out of line…
“Share?” you ask, finishing his sentence - but it’s more a wish than an actual question.
Eddie’s lips curve upside down in one of his signature smiles. “If that’s okay for you, of course… I- I don’t mind” he tells you, waiting patiently for your consent as he begins fiddling again with his rings.
You give him one warm, matching smile. “Seems big enough for two” you say, nodding towards the bed that is visible through the sliding doors of the guest room across from you. “It’s okay for me”.
“Great… great, okay” Eddie states, finally taking a breath as he nods repeatedly. God, not even bullies at school have ever made him so nervous. He should really get a grip.
You head towards the room, bumping into each other as you unsuccessfully try to get in at the same time. You both let out a timid laugh and Eddie moves sideways, bowing slightly and showing you in with an extended arm.
“Ladies first” he theatrically states, letting you into the room.
You take a few steps inside and sit down on the folding bed, which is set up with clean sheets. Probably Murray got it all prepped when you were in the shower and Eddie was still knocked out.
“Good, I always sleep on the left side” Eddie exclaims, as he notices you’ve taken your place on the right edge of the mattress.
You chuckle as you lie back, while Eddie crosses the room to get to the other side of the bed. He lies down with a sigh, too, looking at you one last time for permission to turn the lights off. You nod slightly, tiredness already making its way through your exhausted limbs, and with a flick of Eddie’s fingers the room gets pitch black.
“Goodnight, Eddie” you whisper in the dark.
“Goodnight, sweetheart” he replies, the nickname he started to use as a joke (but that doesn’t feel like a joke anymore) escaping his lips before it’s too late, lingering in the air as silence falls between you once again.
You both turn around away from each other, facing the outer side of the bed. You close your eyes, feeling safe for the first time in hours (and, maybe, days), the comfort of Eddie’s presence next to you and the warmth of the blankets wrapped around you making your mind drift farther, and farther away…
But it takes you just a few seconds to understand that you can’t sleep.
It’s one of those cursed situations in which you’re actually too tired to get some rest, and as your body finally relaxes your mind jolts awake, fully active and functioning better than it ever did.
You sigh deeply, the mattress creaking loudly as you move to turn around and switch position - just to find out that Eddie has turned around as well, and he’s now facing you.
His breath warmly and regularly fans over your face, and you figure he’s asleep - until his voice breaks the silence with a whisper.
“Y/n” he softly asks, “are you awake?”
You smile in the dark, your eyes still closed.
“Mhm”
“I just wanted to say, thank you for today” he murmurs, “You saved my life. Very metal of you”.
“Anytime, Munson” you whisper back, “take it as a thank-you gift for keeping Dustin busy and relieving me of my big sister duties once a week for the past year”.
“That little devil” Eddie chuckles as he scoots closer to you. Your heart starts beating a little faster, as you feel the faint thread of electricity that has formed between your bodies. “I guess stubbornness runs in the family. But I’m grateful to him, actually” he adds, shuffling slightly under the covers.
“Why is that?” you ask him, the thought of sleeping now completely forgotten in some corner of your mind.
Eddie stays silent for a few seconds, then speaks again.
“I guess you don’t remember the first time you brought him to Hellfire” he softly says, and you think you can catch a glimpse of his smile.
“Actually, I do” you reply, the memory of that late September afternoon easily coming to your mind. “Especially because you kept staring at our car when we got there. Leaning against the school’s front door like a dark, mysterious character straight out of a fantasy novel” you joke, tentatively moving your hand in the dark to poke him.
And just as you actually find his body, Eddie finds your hand. His long, slightly calloused fingers intertwine with yours, his thumb drawing soft circles on your burning skin. He’s glad the lights are off, because he’s too scared that you’d back away if you saw the nervousness mixed with badly hidden love in his gaze.
“As nice as your car is” he says, chuckling, “I wasn’t staring at it, at all. I was…” he hesitates, before deciding to risk it all. “I was actually wondering how Henderson could have such a beautiful creature for a sister” he blurts out.
You lie still in the dark, speechless, your hand still into Eddie’s. Your brain is running ten thousand miles an hour, trying to wrap around what he’s just said.
“I mean, he’s a, uhm… a cute kid, I guess?” Eddie quickly adds, trying to make sense of his words, “but when I saw you I thought… I mean, I actually thought, that’s how Arwen must have looked like. And that’s how Aragorn must have felt when he, uhm… ”.
He can’t finish the sentence, because your hand has moved from the gentle grasp of his fingers to his cheek, pulling him closer to you until your lips meet in the dark.
The kiss is soft and slow, and you pour into it all the words you’ve never said and feelings you’ve kept hidden for months, careful to avoid the healing cut on his lower lip as you move. Eddie’s arms wrap around your body, his legs now intertwined with yours under the blanket.
You explore each other’s bodies - your hands through his hair, his lips down your neck, t-shirts lifting up and skin burning at any soft touch as the steel of his rings slides under the thick cotton of your clothes. You both feel safe, understood, and seen even in the pitch black of the room. It almost feels like meeting for the first time, too.
Eddie doesn’t let go of you, not even when you stop kissing to take a breath, the weight of the day now finally overcoming you both. As you lie in his arms, your head placed on his chest so that you can hear the beat of his heart, you realize that this is what true relief - or, better, happiness - must feel like.
“Guess your friend was right” Eddie says, his hand caressing your ruffled hair as his words are followed by a yawn.
“He usually is”. You chuckle, closing your eyes as your breaths deepen and slow down.
a little drabble about going on a road trip with eddie, steve & robin based on this ask i got yesterday
cw: past body image issues, implied past eating disorder
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"Please don't eat that," Steve blanches at the hot dog in your hands. "Those things are terrible for you."
"Don't judge my choice of food. This road trip just started and I didn't have breakfast," you huff and roll your eyes.
"I'm just looking out for you," Steve holds his hands up, backing out of your way so you can grab napkins and a few ketchup packets.
"I'll be fine, Steven. I've had worse things in my mouth."
Steve snorts out a laugh and crosses his arms. "Yeah, you've been with Munson for, what, a year now?"
"Rude," Eddie gasps, dramatically raising the heart shaped sunglasses he's wearing to the top of his head. He's loaded up with chips in one arm and a liter of soda in the other.
"Hey, babe. Any of that for me?"
"You can have whatever you like, sweetheart," Eddie says with a wink. He pushes around Steve to press a kiss to your cheek, making his way to the register.
"I'm just saying," Steve presses, following you following Eddie, "you don't know what kinda mystery meat is in that thing. Or how long it was on that roller for."
"Well good news for you, Steve," you smile at him, handing the dog to the cashier to get rung up. "You don't have to eat it."
Steve throws up his arms and walks out. He heads to where Robin's waiting for the three of you in the van, already done filling the tank.
"Don't let him bother you, baby," Eddie wraps his arm around you as you walk out together. His big bag of snacks and drinks are slung over his shoulder. Steve didn't bother you, and you tell Eddie as much.
"He's just looking out for me. He can't help it."
The sun is really beating down today, you can't wait to get back on the road with the windows down.
"I don't like him shaming you for what you eat," he whispers, the usual lightness in his voice replaced with concern. You feel Eddie bristle like a cat puffing his fur out. The posturing is cute but unnecessary.
"I'm fine, Eddie. And I appreciate you wanting to defend my honor, good sir," you smile and kiss his cheek and his hackles lower.
Eddie bows as he opens the van door for you and you laugh. He helps you climb in and kisses your hand before he lets you go.
"Get a move on, nerds!" Robin calls from the backseat. Eddie hands you the snacks and jogs around to the other side of the van.
You might've let Steve's comment bother you before, let his worry settle in your mind like an insult to your weight, your appetite. But you know better, you know Steve's worried about your health and keeling over from a tainted dog. He's not your mother, worrying over calories. He's your friend and a damn good one.
You pull out your hot dog and eat, finally, after a morning of packing and stressing that you'd forget something. Eddie smiles at you from the driver's seat, cranking up the tunes. Steve and Robin argue in the back but the open windows muffle them slightly and you settle. You're with friends, you're going to have a good summer, and you're not going to let anything stop you.
Description: Your best friend and unrequited crush, Eddie Munson, asks you to sew a patch onto his favourite vest. When you catch him a lie about why he needs help, he might admit to more than you expected.
Content Warning: Comfort, Pining, Ridiculous amounts of fluff, love confession, Best-Friends to Lovers
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | you became friends with eddie almost a year ago. it wasn’t until after summer break that you realized just how attractive he was. during a hellfire meeting, you two are left alone, and his usual sassy remarks leave you blushing like an idiot instead of throwing sarcasm right back at him.
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | eddie munson x fem!reader
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | smut— no protection, sex in public𝐰𝐜 | 2.9
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 | might write some hopper stuff next
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It took you until senior year to realize you had feelings for Eddie Munson.
Starting at Hawkin’s as the new kid halfway through junior year made you somewhat of an outcast. You never really found a group of your own. You often sat alone at lunch and roamed the halls by yourself with headphones in.
It wasn’t until Eddie approached you one day that you found an amazing circle of friends.
He had been trying to get more people to join Hellfire, but it was proving difficult. He had spotted you digging through your locker, headphones in, bag slouched over your shoulder, and your hair a right mess. You had not been feeling school the past few weeks. It had been rough being alone.
“Hey,” he called to you. You hadn’t heard him so he waved his hand in front of you, making you jump. You looked up at him from your locker and took your headphones off and let them rest around your neck.
“What?” You asked somewhat aggressively.
“Hey, hey, I’m not here to steal your lunch money,” he teased, putting his hands up in surrender. When that didn’t even get a smirk out of you, he continued on, “Okay… Anyways… want to join an epic club full of fantasy, battles, unrequited love, and angry name calling?”
His energy level was way too high for 9 in the morning. You stared at him blankly, “Wha… This is a club?”
He leaned against the lockers and fiddled with his rings. “I might have led on a little strong. It’s a DnD club. We’re short a member for our next campaign.”
“Why do you want me to join?”
His lips pursed as he blatantly tried to think of a reason beyond you being someone that he had yet to ask and so far everyone else has shut him down—he was running out of options.
“No one else will join, huh?” You asked before he could rattle off some stupid lie. You actually smirked at this, finding this whole interaction confusing and amusing. Eddie had trouble reading you, so he slowly nodded his head, tentative about where this was heading.
“Okay.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Okay, what?”
“Okay, I’ll join your dweeby club.”
He feigned hurt as his hand came up and gripped his heart. “I’ll have you know, only the most chivalrous and righteous students are allowed to join the club!”
“Mhm.” You rolled your eyes at him.
He smiled, appreciating how you managed to match his energy while still appearing indifferent and disinterested.
“We meet when the sun braces it’s heart for the moon to stampede over—“
“Just tell me an actual time.”
He grinned, observing your stoic expression for a moment before answering you. “Three.”
“Alright. I’ll see you then for the promised angry name-calling.”
He smirked as he watched you walk away.
That was towards the end of junior year and you soon blossomed into a friendly relationship with Eddie and his friends. You didn’t see him much over the summer, so when school started again in September, you were surprised at how long his hair got.
He spotted you in the parking lot and hopped over to you, draping an arm around your shoulder. “Where have you been hiding all summer? Your parents finally let you live out your reclusive life in a hobbit hole?”
You rolled your eyes, looking up at him as you walked. “I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but I actually missed your annoying voice.”
He pulled away from you and began to walk like a victorious king. “My life’s mission is complete, I’ve finally gotten you to say something nice to me.” He jumped in front of you and began to walk backwards as he spoke. “Are you starting to actually like me?” He gasped.
You noticed the way his arms seemed more toned and his stature was slightly larger. His hair had grown and he seemed to have let his stubble grow in ever so slightly. You felt your breath get hitched in your throat as you realized how attractive Eddie really was.
“Yeah, yeah,” you played, smiling at him.
A few weeks had passed and you found yourself getting nervous around Eddie. What was happening to you? Suddenly the way he spoke gave you chills instead of annoying you and when he would drape his arms around you, it made your skin burn. Were you seriously falling for him?
You tried to shove these feelings down, you couldn’t ruin the best friendship you’d formed in years. You saw the type of girls Eddie liked, and it certainly wasn’t you. You wouldn’t let this ruin your friendship with him.
It was late and you sat in front of a table, cards, and dice sprawled out on it as you played DnD as a group. After almost two hours, people began to leave. You and Eddie had ended up staying, both of you wanting to work out a way to win the campaign.
“See you guys tomorrow.” One of your friends waved as he left. It was just you and Eddie now, sat in the dark room, looming over the game board. You began arguing about the game, rolling your eyes at him as you always did. He was so fucking cocky, it drove you mad. He wouldn’t admit that he was wrong and you were right with the strategy you should take.
“Fuck you,” you cursed at him, reaching down to grab your bag. You would certainly get a migraine if you stayed any longer to fight with Eddie.
Seeing the genuine frustration on your face, he wanted to bring you both back to reality, so he made a joke. “I mean, you could if you wanted.”
You looked up at him and he was wiggling his eyebrows. The way the light cast harsh shadows along his face made your heart pound. It only made him more attractive. Normally, you’d spit back a sarcastic remark, but looking up to meet his gaze had caught you off guard. After not saying anything back, you felt a blush creep up on your cheeks.
Eddie noticed your sudden flustered face and felt his own cheeks heat up. He cleared his throat, looking back down at the board and shoving the dice into a small bag.
You set your backpack down on the chair next to you, your anger from earlier washing away, and you started to help him clean up. In the silence, he began to hum. What was it? A Stone’s song maybe. It made you smile.
God, what was this boy doing to you?
You watched him shimmy around as he cleaned up, shoving things messily into a cardboard box that held all your pieces.
He could feel you watching him and he looked up. “Like what you see?” He teased.
You did, actually. You looked down to push the chairs into the table. “So, what if I did?” Your voice was quiet, making it pretty blatant that you weren’t entirely joking.
You realized your mistake and tried to laugh it off as you edged closer to him, tucking the remaining chairs into the table. When you looked up, Eddie was just staring at you. Your laugh died as you looked back into his eyes. Your hands gripped the table in front of you, his hands dangerously close to yours. As if you both could sense the close proximity of your fingers, you simultaneously looked down. His fingers ever so slightly edged closer to yours, just barely brushing your own. You felt your breath stop in your throat as you nervously looked up at him. His own heart was pounding loudly in his ears as he looked into your shadowed eyes.
In a sudden burst of movement, Eddie stepped into you, his hand grabbing your cheek. You stumbled back against the table, your hands catching you as Eddie almost pressed himself completely against you. You could hear yourself breathing loudly as Eddie’s face hovered only inches from yours. “Can I—?” He started to ask, breathlessly.
You nodded your head, probably a bit too eagerly, and he wasted no time crashing his lips onto yours. His free hand found your hip and he pulled you towards him so your bodies lay flat against one another. Your hands gripped his shirt, trying to steady yourself, Eddie’s towering body pushed into you making you lose your balance. You whispered his name into the kiss, causing him to pull away. His eyes searched yours. Neither of you said a word, but for once, Eddie could read you. Your walls had been ripped down, your emotions laid bare on your face. He could see the way you looked at him with intense lust. And he looked at you with so much pent-up feelings; he had liked you since your first encounter. You hadn’t left his mind since that day.
His lips were back on yours and you heard him groan into the kiss. You felt a tingle slide up your thighs in response. Eddie gripped your hips with both his hands and sat you up on the table. Your legs opened so he could get close to you again, your lips never breaking.
Your hands squeezed his shirt, then roamed his chest, feeling his tone torso under his Hellfire shirt. Eddie’s own hands were placed on either side of your face, pulling you into him. One of his hands slid around to the back of your head, his fingers getting tangled in your hair. The kiss was hungry and sloppy, both of you not able to touch one another quite enough.
His fingers slid down your body now, resting at the hem of your shirt. He broke the kiss slightly to look at you, silently asking permission to take this further and tear your shirt off. You lifted up your arms in response and Eddie gave you a devious grin.
His eyes traced along your chest, the dim lighting creating intoxicating shadows and highlights along your curves.
You saw him gulp as his hands reached out and squeezed your breasts. You felt your eyes flutter as he did, which only turned him on more. You could see the tent in his pants and you desperately wanted to help him with that.
You tugged at Eddie’s shirt and his hands reluctantly came away from their spot on your chest to rip his own shirt off, flinging it off to the side. You almost licked your lips as you eyed his tattooed chest.
He was back in between your legs, kissing your neck. You pulled your bra straps down and his hand sneaked up your back and unclipped it. His lips quickly came down to your exposed chest and gently sucked at one of your nipples. Your head flew back and you thought about how insane all this was. You had so much desire building up for Eddie, a desire you never thought would be returned; so when you both saw it in one another, you had no time to take things slow. Maybe you both were a bit nervous the other would realize their mistake and change their mind, so if you just kept pulling at one another, maybe you’d stay, and maybe he’d want you back.
He released your nipple and left it glistening. Your hands began to fiddle with his belt and he helped, pushing his tight jeans off.
You grabbed the waistband of his boxers, his stance between your legs not budging. “Eddie, I want to—“ Your voice was much softer than usual, Eddie really liked it. He understood that you were asking him to move so you could get down on your knees and take him in your mouth. And, yes, that sounded heavenly, but Eddie had other plans for this moment.
“No. I…” His eyes traced your frame, up to your swollen lips. “I want to be inside you... Can I…?”
You gulped and nodded your head. He quickly tore your shorts off your legs, your underwear sliding off with them. He needily kissed you again, grinding his hips against yours. You felt his hard length against your lower stomach as he did. He pushed down his boxers, unable to bother pulling them off completely and lined himself up with you. His forehead rested against yours as he looked down, his hand guiding his tip that was already soaked in precum against your entrance.
His eyes glanced at your own, making sure you still wanted this. You were practically begging him. Finally, he painfully slowly pushed himself inside you. You gasped in unison. When you took him in completely you were shocked at how big he was. He let you adjust to his size before you whined. He felt his heart flip at your need. He began to move in and out of you, going slow and gentle. He grunted in your ear as his hands grabbed your hips and pulled you closer to the edge of the table so he could get a better angle. Your hands clawed at his tanned back, stifling moans against his shoulder.
“Please,” he painted. “Let me hear you.” His voice was shaky and barely above a whisper, his hot breath tickling your ear. When he began to pick up speed, you let a moan pool off your lips. Eddie looked at you, his pupils blown, and kissed you, swallowing the noises you kept making.
His weight on you pushed you back so you were laying on top of your game board, his arm holding him above you on the table. Your hands snaked down to his lower back and pulled him towards you, wanting him to hit you harder. So he did. His thrusts were deep and strong now, the table’s legs dragging against the floor with each pump.
You weren’t used to Eddie not talking for this long, which surprised you. You thought he’d be more vocal. And Eddie would have, except for the fact that he was so focused on you and being inside you, this entire line of events leaving him stumped and shocked. His brain was mush as you filled his every sense, he couldn’t form real sentences even if he wanted to.
His head collapsed into your neck, your hair ticking his nose, and his moans coming out much louder now. You could tell he was getting close.
“Fuck,” he dragged out when you bucked your hips up to meet his.
His hand came up to the side of your face as he slid in and out of you. “God—Fuck—Jesus Christ—“ he blabbered aimlessly into your ear, his words muffled. You mewled in response, bucking your hips up again, allowing him to hit you as deep as possible. “Eddie,” you shallowly breathed.
Your eyes were squeezed shut as he began to thrust in unsteady and chaotic beats. Your voice was enough to push him over the edge. You let out a rather loud moan involuntarily when his hand began to move against your clit. That finished him. Eddie growled lowly against you as he came inside. His thrusts were erratic and messy as he continued to pump his seed inside you. His fingers never stopped moving against your clit, your walls tightening around his cock as you began to orgasm. He groaned as he felt you twitch and squeeze around his cock, dragging his high out as he emptied himself in several more messy thrusts. Your nails had dug into Eddie’s back, sure to leave red marks. As Eddie slowed, your shaking legs began to calm. He stopped rubbing you as your orgasm floated into hazy ecstasy in your body.
His weight was heavy on top of you as you both laid there out of breath. You could feel liquid pool out of you and down your thigh. Eddie looked up at you, his face bright red and forehead sweaty, smirking his stupid smirk at you.
“Shut up,” you said, giving his chest a push so he’d get off of you. He leaned in closer and you felt yourself go shy again. He placed a kiss on your pouting lips before sliding out of you and standing up.
He extended his hand and helped pull you up and off the table. You turned around to look at the mess you had both just made.
“We should definitely do that again.” His voice was back to its self-assured tone. You turned around, shielding your body from his eyes as you picked your clothes up off the ground.
“You should be so lucky,” you teased.
He smiled as he watched you, suddenly shy as he glazed over your exposed body.
“Shit. Where’s my shirt?” You cursed. God, the lighting in there sucked.
A soft material collided with your back and you turned to catch it. It was Eddie’s Hellfire shirt.
You couldn’t help but blush as you slid it on over your head, it smelt like his cologne.
When you two were dressed, you walked out with his arm draped around you—but it felt different this time.
“Won’t you be cold?” You asked, referring to his shirtless torso.
“Not if you keep me warm.” That earned an eye roll from you. How many have you done that tonight?
As you walked out of the club room, Eddie laughed. “That’s gonna be a hard one to explain tomorrow when someone inevitably finds your shirt.”
Pairing: Eddie Munson (Stranger Things) x Female Reader/You
Rating: Fluff, SFW
Warnings: Language, bullying, mentions of blood sacrifice, unrequited feelings, mutual pining, soft brown eyes (just an all around good time)
Word Count: 2718
Summary: As a member of Hellfire, you know Eddie. He isn’t really a risk taker. But he’s about to change all that.
A/N: Eddie my beloved has taken over my life. And I have no ragerts. Hope you guys are down to clown because I have a series in the works. I seriously cannot be managed. Anyway, I love Eddie as a soft boy. I love him as a nervous, fidgety, snarky cinnamon roll so that’s what I’ve made him. So, enjoy and share with your friends! Feedback is that good shit.💗
Disclaimer: As always, reader inserts are true reader inserts. If you find any specifics in regards to reader’s appearance, kindly let me know and I will fix that.
Disclaimer: Characters are of age in my fics.
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*Masterlist in bio.
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“It’s just a delay. Not a cancellation,” Dustin explained, desperately seeking back up on the matter.
The group, including Wheeler, looked on helplessly, knowing the odds of Eddie pushing his campaign back were slim to none.
“You know Eddie’s never gonna go for it,” you said with a shake of your head.
pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader
summary: you try your best to hide your feelings as you help Eddie recover from a broken heart.
warnings: extreme angst, swearing, unrequited love (for now), A LOT of pining, Chrissy slander (I’m so sorry girl), slightly suggestive themes
word count: 2k
A/N: Honestly this is so wild, I haven't written any fanfiction in such a long time and this one character has single-handedly lit a fire under my ass lmfao. I have been consuming Eddie content all across this damn app like a woman starved so I wanted to contribute <3 Any feedback is welcome, and my submission box is open if y'all have any requests! I'm pretty much willing to write anything (NSFW included, lord knows i am so thirsty for this man) so don't be shy!!
Enjoy, and let me know if y'all want a PART 2! <3
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You knew that she still liked him. It was obvious. You could see it in the fleeting glances she cast his way when he wasn’t looking, eyes full of faraway longing…but also mixed with an almost tangible bitterness. Their relationship hadn’t ended on the best of terms, to put it lightly. It had been a strange and unexpected pairing, one that took everybody by surprise. You had all been calling bets behind their backs (in an admittedly petty move) to see just how long it would last. You strongly suspected that they were only drawn to one another because they were such total opposites; so far removed from eachother’s worlds that they couldn’t help but chase their unusual magnetism and see where it led them. It all began when Eddie started selling her weed after school.
…And it all ended when she shattered Eddie’s heart into a thousand tiny, fragile pieces. One day after school, he had sought her out on the pitches after Hellfire, hoping to catch her before she finished cheer practice. And oh boy, did he catch her – with Jason Carver’s tongue down her throat. If it had been anyone else but Eddie, you would’ve found the whole situation so laughably cliché. Two high-school hot shots, the jock and the cheerleader no less, swapping spit under the bleachers? It was so pathetically obvious. You hadn’t been there, of course, (and thank god for her that you weren’t) but from what Eddie had told you, her excuses had been just as typical. It was a mistake. It’s not what it looks like (classic). You’re the only boy for me. I wasn’t thinking straight. Give me a chance to explain! The thought of her and what she did to Eddie, how she treated him, made your blood boil, and you had to make a deliberate point of avoiding her during school so that you didn’t get violent. She wasn’t worth it.
You had been the one to pick up the pieces afterwards, and you did it gladly. You would have offered him every single piece of yourself if it made his pain go away, even for a moment. Long nights were spent in his trailer, soothing him to sleep with your hands in his hair as he sobbed and hiccupped into your lap. You had gotten used to the warmth of his body beside you in bed, his slow breathing and gentle snores. Sometimes he would even reach for you in his sleep, and you would let him pull you close to his broad chest, your own heart fluttering wildly inside your ribcage as you imagined him doing this because he wanted you. But then, a soft “Chrissy…” would fall from his perfect lips as he slept, and the spell would be broken. Tonight was one of those nights.
You peeled yourself away from him with a soft sigh, and allowed the cold to settle in your bones as you moved to the far side of the bed and stared at the ceiling. You tried so hard not to think about your feelings for Eddie, but fuck, it was impossible when you spent so much time together and he took up all the space in your stupid, traitorous brain. When you closed your eyes, all you could see was him. His sweet, velvety brown eyes that dripped with kindness and warmth, so full of depth and beauty that you felt weak in the knees anytime his honeyed gaze fell on you. His plump lips that you wanted to catch between your teeth, and the way they would lift into a soft smile when he opened the trailer door to welcome you inside. The way his dark hair fell in soft, cherubic curls around his face, framing it perfectly, following the pale slope of his neck…He was like something carved from the heavens, and you wanted nothing more than to fall to your knees and worship him like he deserved.
It hurt you deeply to know that he could never feel the same about you. How could he? Your heart clenched painfully in your chest as you thought about the way he whispered her name, like a prayer. Even in sleep, he could not escape her. In the deepest caverns of his subconscious, she was the one persisting thought. Your jealousy made you weak with guilt. It was selfish of you to have these thoughts, when he needed you the most. But they were insidious, seeping into your brain like an infection, no matter how hard you tried to banish them. All you wanted was to put the pieces of his heart back together. You yearned for happiness to return to him. Even if every moment you spent soothing him was just another dagger to your chest.
He shifted in his sleep, and you snapped out of your thoughts. You rolled onto your side to face him, biting your lip softly. He looked beautiful. Dark lashes brushed against his pale cheeks that held the faintest dusting of pink, and his hair fanned out on the pillow forming a delicate halo around his head. His lips parted gently as he exhaled, the calming rise and fall of his chest almost lulling you to sleep yourself.
“I’m so sorry, Eddie…” You whispered gently, clutching your pillow, “I don’t know how much longer I can do this.” Your lip trembled a little at your confession, and you could feel the tell-tale lump growing in your throat. You had finally said it out loud.
It was so hard. So fucking hard.
You swallowed thickly, squeezing your eyes shut as silent tears escaped down your cheeks. After all these months, it was now your turn to cry. You had never felt more alone than you did in that moment, crying right next to the one person who made you feel so whole yet so empty at the same time.
You turned your back on him in an attempt to salvage some privacy. He slept like the dead most nights, so you were fairly certain you could have this moment to yourself uninterrupted. You needed it. You were hoping if you let out some of the pent-up emotion that had been festering inside you, that it would act like a sort of…reset button and you could act like nothing happened come morning.
You whimpered softly, allowing the tears to flow. Once you began, it was like you couldn’t stop. You weren’t sure how long you lay there in the darkness, crying, tasting the bitter salt of your own tears. Your breathing became shallow and uneven, though you used your pillow to muffle the sound. Eddie’s comforting scent filled your nose and it made you sob harder, knowing how close he was to you and yet so desperately out of reach.
“y/n?” A soft voice called out your name, still heavy with sleep.
Oh fuck. The shock of his voice made you jolt, your veins turned to ice. You tried your best to regulate your breathing and calm down, but you had worked yourself up too much and you gasped for air, trembling as you tried to hide yourself from him under the covers. Panic was bubbling in your chest, catching the breath in your throat and making you sweat. He can’t see you like this! Oh, God…Oh God, he can’t find out. Fuck, I’m gonna die, I-
“Y/n?” This time clearer now, more aware. “Hey…fuck, are you crying?” You heard him sit up sharply, moving towards you in an instant. Before you knew what was happening, he had swept you into his arms and was stroking your hair, shushing you gently and rocking back and forth in an attempt to calm you. You felt dizzy, shaking at the warmth of his touch as you sank into it, burying your head into his neck as your tears mingled with his soft skin. His arms…they felt so strong and secure, wrapped around you like this, you wished so desperately that you could stay like this forever.
You didn’t know how much time had passed, but eventually, your breathing evened out and the tears began to slow. Eddie soon realised this, moving his hands to gently grab your chin and tilt your head towards him. You felt the cool bite of his rings on your flesh and shivered.
“Sweetheart, what happened?” He asked softly, wiping a stray tear from your cheek with his thumb.
You wished he wouldn’t call you that, but you also delighted in it at the same time. You swallowed thickly, trying to find words. “I-…I think I had a nightmare.” It wasn’t exactly a lie; everything felt like a nightmare right now.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Eddie moved his hands down to clasp your own, and your heart skipped a beat at the feel of his rough, calloused palms. His thumb ghosted softy over my knuckles, reassuring you with the gentlest of touches. A light flush bloomed across your cheeks and you hoped to God he couldn’t see you in the dark.
“Not really…It’s all fuzzy anyways.” You sniffed and looked down, not wanting to meet his eyes.
“Eyes up here, sweetheart,” Eddie tapped your chin gently, encouraging you to look at him. “If you don’t wanna talk about it, that’s cool. But no more tears, alright? I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere until I see that cute smile of yours.” He pinched your cheek playfully and you couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your lips. His natural charm was hard to resist.
“Lucky for you, I have just the thing to help you relax.” He threw a wink at you. You knew exactly what he meant by that, and you welcomed the distraction. You were thankful that he was obviously trying to ease you further by acting casual.
“You’re about to make my day, Munson.” You were starting to feel normal again.
Eddie laughed, and the sound went straight between your thighs. A dull, hateful heat has been gathering there since he first touched you and the deep sense of shame that washes over you was overwhelming. He leaned over you and reached for the lamp on his bedside table, flicking it on and bathing the room in a soft, comforting glow. You tried not to stare at his shirtless torso, but you couldn’t help stealing a glance at the tattoos etched into his skin. Your eyes lingered over the bats on his forearm, and he must have caught you looking.
“You like that one?” He asked in amusement, grabbing his rolling tray and settling it into his lap.
“I’ve always liked that one.”
He hummed in approval as he opened a small baggy. The smell was just as pungent as it always was, causing you to wrinkle your nose. “Fuck, that shit is rancid.”
“Only the best for my girl. This one will send you to space, sweetheart.”
God knows I need it, you groaned internally.
You really tried to ignore the pet names. He used them with you all the time, but you were usually quick to brush them off. Tonight, however, you were like an exposed nerve; a thousand times more sensitive to his teasing. You were honestly a little worried that smoking in your current state would make you more careless with your words, but you couldn’t deny that a small part of you was just dying to confess and get all your shit out in the open with him. You were playing a dangerous game.
I have this idea floating around. Kind of unrequited love type thing. We shall see. ⚠️Please if you are sensitive about any of my warnings. Please please don’t read this. It’s very sad and hurtful. So please proceed with caution. No minors please. Most of this is coming from personal experiences. So hopefully it doesn’t bother anyone too bad. Sorry in advance.⚠️
⚠️⚠️: 18+ mentions of sexual abuse of a child, child abuse, self harm, cursing, smoking, drinking, arguing, heartache, mentions of sex. Not proof read and no word count.⚠️⚠️
If you want to read my other work you can find it HERE
a/n: this gets a bit cluttered at the end I am running on a three am brain with too many ideas I had for this that I tried to shove in it but enjoy
p.s. I recently set up a taglist that you can find at the bottom of my requesting rules if you would like to be tagged when I post :))
Time After Time had been playing in the background on loop as you and Eddie stumbled around the living room for an hour. It was quiet the occasional giggle fit or loud crash when either of you tripped up. You had been teaching Eddie how to dance and it was going...bad. You didn't know what to expect anyway he wasn't really the slow dance type.
Eddie was slouching and barely following the lead that he should have been taking but he had no clue. Huffing, you take his hands and rest them behind you as you locked your own behind his neck.
"Are you sure I am doing this right?" Eddie questions shifting awkwardly with the slow pace and grimacing at the thought of fucking this up.
You sigh before meeting his eyes - the same ones you could stare into forever- and smile before speaking "Yea, you are doing great big guy. Can't even tell that you are stumbling every five minutes." you jab at him to ease his nerves.
He only looks down and chuckles before looking back at you. Everything in that moment truly seem to freeze nothing moved, except the both of you, even the music seemed to freeze. Eddie, the guy you have loved before you even acknowledge it. You were so used to him being loud and very bold but seeing him like this, so quiet and nervous was breath taking. You were the only person to see him like this see the total opposite of his usual character, but it was him on the very rare occasion of course, but it was him.
The moment didn't last long as there was a knock on the front door, and everything resumed and Eddie now pulling away from you and hitting pause on the music. Going to answer the door in came a well-dressed more than normal Steve Harrington throwing is arms around Eddie and kissing him.
Breaking the kiss Eddie looked back at you, "Thanks for helping me tonight, you're the best, but my date is here so I shall take my leave. I will see you later dude!" he said before taking Harrington's hand and tugging him out the door not waiting for your response.
"Yea...what are friends for." You say as everything freezes again but it isn't inviting it's a trap. A migraine shoots its way through your head as tears slip down your cheeks and blood start to drip from your nose. There is a ticking sound and the four chimes of a grandfather clock that snaps you from the moment as you blink away the tears that won't stop flowing. Grabbing your things, you rush home to the trailer just down the rocky street and lock yourself away.
It shouldn't hurt any more, you shouldn't even be doing this anymore, helping him, falling more in love with him, but Eddie was so addicting there was no stopping with how far you had fallen. Now all you can do is follow him like a lost puppy until he leaves you to be consumed by a darkness, a voice that makes you re-live the pain of unrequited love...
"It's almost your time Y/n, you will be the start of my great plan, you will be free of the pain."
until then, now, in this moment you stand in the middle of your room too occupied with the sheer pain of Eddie Munson. Tears flood your face more than ever as you sink to your knees as you break apart again knowing you will wake up tomorrow in this same spot and act like it didn't happen.
All cause Eddie really did just have to fall for Steve the king of Hawkins high
A/N: Tumblr keeps giving me problems with posting so as I just posted it unedited, so sorry if its messy
Triggers: cussing not really any I can think of
This is an AU where the events of season 4 never happened, so of course Eddie is alive.
"Times have changed and times are strange
Here I come, but I ain't the same." You, Robin, and Nancy were huddled close together all singing along to the deafening music. "Mama, I'm coming home"
FLASHBACK TO CHRISTMAS
As you ascended the steps to Steve's brightly lit house, a familiar voice called out your name. "Wait up!" You paused and turned, seeing Eddie hurry to catch up with you. His cheeks were rosy, and his breath came in short bursts from the brisk Christmas air. Each year since high school, you and your friends convened at Steve's a few days before Christmas to celebrate and exchange gifts.
"Eddie, hey love, glad you could make it."
You extended your arms for a hug, seizing every chance to embrace Eddie, whose presence always brought you joy. His hands cradled your chilled cheeks, thumb caressing your skin softly.
"It's been too long since I've seen this face," he murmured, a statement simple yet potent enough to color your cheeks.
"You have no idea how thrilled I am that you're here." "I wouldn't miss spending time with my favorite girl for the world."
Eddie's gaze held yours, his hands still framing your face, and your heart raced with affection for everything about him—his smile, his eyes, his scent. Indeed, you harbored a deep crush on him. You yearned for his kiss, your lips inching closer to his, only to be interrupted by Dustin's exuberant shout. "EDDDDDDDIIIIIEEEEE!!!!""DUUUUUUUSSSSSTTTTIIINNNNN!!!"
The two collided in a playful tussle, nearly toppling you, until a hand whisked you away into the warmth of Steve's family home. "STEVE!!! Y/N and EDDIE ARE HERE!!!"
Robin's voice rang out, guiding you down the hall to the festively adorned living room. The Harrington residence never failed to dazzle, thanks to the expert decorators hired each Christmas. This tradition persisted, even though Steve had relocated to his own place three years prior.
Approaching the tree to set down your gifts,
Embraced by Nancy, she and Jonathan had arrived about five minutes earlier.
"STEVE!" Robin's voice echoed once more.
"ROBIN, YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE MY SOUFFLÉ COLLAPSE WITH ALL THAT SCREAMING!"
Steve emerged from the kitchen, an apron with little Christmas trees tied around his waist.
"What's up?"
"Y/N and Eddie are here; can we start already? I'm starving."
Steve was already handing Eddie a beer and greeted you with a light kiss on the cheek.
"Hey sweetheart, so glad you could make it."
"Wouldn't miss it for the world… Soufflé?"
"Robin's request."
You chuckled, oblivious to Eddie's gaze fixed on the small exchange between you and Steve, but Steve noticed.
Aware of Eddie's crush on you, he couldn't resist teasing him about it.
After dinner, Robin announced that it was time to open presents, prompting everyone to gather around the tree. Eddie attempted to sit next to you, but Dustin and Steve got there first. With a sigh, Eddie settled on the other side of Dustin, not missing the chance to punch him in the arm. As gifts were opened and admired in turn, Steve brooded over his present from Robin—a book titled "100 Ways to Not Suck at Getting Girls," each of its 100 pages simply stating, "Don't be Steve Harrington." Dustin found it hilarious, which led Steve to leap over you and start punching Dustin's leg. Amidst the commotion, Eddie seized the opportunity to scoot closer to you. Mesmerized by the way the Christmas lights reflected in your eyes, Eddie was utterly captivated. Eventually, Robin intervened to stop the scuffle and began distributing the last of the gifts. The excitement was palpable because the surprise was finally unfolding. You, Robin, and Nancy had been saving weeks of paychecks to buy the group tickets to see a certain someone's favorite artist, which just so happened to fall two days before his 27th birthday.
As Robin handed out matching envelopes to all the boys, your heart sank with anticipation. Eddie immediately recognized your handwriting and traced the script with his index finger, a smile spreading across his face. As Robin counted down, you placed your hand gently on Eddie's thigh, which caused his breath to hitch. He glanced at you, and your smile nearly kills him. At Robin's cue, the boys ripped open their envelopes. Eddie sprang up, pulled you from your seat, and enveloped you in a joyous bear hug, spinning you around.
"OZZY FUCKING OSBOURNE, are you fucking kidding me right now?"
"I'm taking you're happy?"
"Happy? Are you fucking kidding me, I'm fucking in love right now."
Eddie slowly stopped spinning you around as his cheeks flushed as bright as the Christmas bulbs on Steve's tree, you noticed panic mode set in as he quickly explained what he meant.
"I didn't mean I'm actually in love with you, I just meant that I'm in love with the thought of us all going to see Ozzy Osbourne, you know sometimes you say things that come out all wrong"
"Eddie"
"I never meant to say something"
"Eddie… its ok… you're welcome"
You giggle hoping to ease his nerves, you knew he wasn't in love with you, so it wasn't a big deal.
Robin broke up the awkwardness by grabbing Eddie and swinging him around screaming
"OZZY OSBOURNE"
It was the best Christmas you could have asked for.
Fast Forward
Ozzy was already into his second encore, and there seemed to be no end in sight. But none of you minded; you were all having a fantastic time, soaking in the great music and cherishing the evening with wonderful friends. "Times gone by, seems to be
You could have been a better friend to me
Mama, I'm coming home"
With everyone's busy schedules, filled with work and school, this time together was precious. Steve, Eddie, and Jonathan were right behind you all. Throughout the night, Eddie would occasionally pull you close, swaying to the music or miming an air guitar, making sure to hand you an imaginary microphone so you could sing along to his favorite song. And for Eddie, every song by Ozzy was a favorite. "You took me in, and you drove me out
Yeah, you had me hypnotized, yeah
Lost and found and turned around
By the fire in your eyes"
Eddie reveled in your attention; he loved the way you smiled at him as he played the guitar riffs to "Iron Man," or gushed about how amazing it would have been to have gotten to see Randy Rhoads before he died. "You made me cry; you told me lies
But I can't stand to say goodbye
Mama, I'm coming home" Eddie adored your petite stature, standing only 4'11 You were his cherished little princess; he adored holding you close, feeling your head rest against his chest as you looked up and offered him that smile that always drove him crazy. "I could be right, I could be wrong
It hurts so bad, it's been so long
Mama, I'm coming home"
Steve was aware of Eddie's feelings and often encouraged him to take action. He knew many guys who would give their left nuts to have you, but Steve noticed you seemed to only have eyes for Eddie. You two were just too stupid to realize it. "Selfish love, yeah, we're both alone
The ride before the fall, yeah" Eddie would dismiss the idea quickly, unable to believe that you might reciprocate his feelings. Thus, he would simply bite his lip and observe you from a distance. Steve frequently expressed how stupid he thought he was. "But I'm gonna take this heart of stone
I just got to have it all" Leaning your head against Eddie's chest, you looked up at him singing and smiling lovingly at him. "I've seen your face a hundred times
Every day we've been apart" Eddie felt as if his heart was on the verge of bursting. He doubted how much longer he could endure before he simply crumbled and die. "I don't care about the sunshine, yeah
'Cause mama, mama, I'm coming home
I'm coming home" He needed his heart to stop pounding in his chest, and his lungs to allow him to breathe. He needed your gaze to stop piercing his soul, and the scent of you to stop overwhelming his senses. "You took me in and you drove me outYeah, you had me hypnotized, yeah
Lost and found and turned around
By the fire in your eyes" Towering over you with your head leaned back against his chest, he takes your face in his hands, leaning your head back so he could stare into your eyes. He slowly starts rubbing the sides of your face. He notices your pupil's contract and your breath hitch. "I've seen your face a thousand times
Every day we've been apart" Your face was so warm against his hands
Your lips were plump and wet from your lip gloss, he could smell the beer on your breath
He needed…… "And I don't care about the sunshine, yeah"
Leaning his face closer to yours
"Cause mama, mama" As You pressed your lips to his and closed your eyes, hoping this moment would last forever.
"I'm coming home" As you opened your eyes, the room seemed to whirl, and the music ceased. Uncertainty lingered about whether it was a figment of your imagination or reality, until Eddie twirled you and his lips met yours once more. In that moment, both you and Eddie were the happiest you had ever been, having Eddie finally kissed you.
Slashers when you tell them you love them for the first time.
Featuring: Jason Voorhees, 1978 Michael Myers and Bo Sinclair
Trigger Warning: Mentions of killing, Smut
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Jason Voorhees
Stalking and killing teens was hard work, and you had trouble keeping up sometimes. So you had started to work on your cardio, Jason never gave you the slightest inkinkling that it had bothered him. He would slow down to wait for you even if it meant losing the victim. He knew he'd always get them in the end. You just felt like you let him down all the time, he had began to notice when you started staying at home more often, he would gesture why, and then look very sad as he was leaving.
Today, you had been extremely down about yourself, and Jason noticed, he just came and sat down next to you. Setting his chin on your shoulder, he stared at you.
" What?"
You stared back at him. He took both his index fingers and put your lips into a smile.
You gave a soft laugh,
"Is it that obvious?"
He shook his head yes and motioned what was wrong.
" I dont know, sometimes I feel like I'm more of a hindrance to you"
Jason pointed at you then took your hand and put it up to his heart. You felt your cheeks flush, and kissed his mask, whispering,
"I love you."
Jason jumped up and lifted you off your feet, hugging you and spinning you around. He had seen it in a movie you made him watch. After a minute of spinning, you were laughing and getting dizzy, so Jason put you down. He looked at you and pointed to your heart and then at himself, forming a heart with his hands. He wasn't a man of many words, but he made you feel wanted none the less, you knew he was your forever.
Micheal 1978
You and Michael had been dating for about 6 months. Well, you guess you were dating, he never really made it clear. You were beginning to become impatient with the fact he refused to show you any feelings. You didn't know where you two actually stood, and it drove you insane.
You had decided today was the day to make your feelings known, so you sat him down and asked him where he thought your relationship was at. He just shrugged and looked away from you. You took your finger and turned his chin so he was looking at you. You stared deep into his eyes and told him,
"I love you Michael Myers with all my heart, you are it for me."
He just stared at you, then got up and walked out the front door. Your heart was utterly broken. You couldn't believe he had just left you. Tears began to stream down your face, and you cried for what felt like days. Finally, after crying out all of your tears, you fell asleep on the couch. The next morning, you woke up in a groggy haze and noticed Michael had come back. Once he noticed you were awake, he kneeled down in front of you, gesturing at your puffy eyes. You felt the tears beginning to surface again when he took your hand and started to walk you towards the bedroom.
" Michael, no, this isn't how it works. You don't get to break my heart and then take me to the bedroom."
He motioned for you to look, and when you did your heart swelled with love. Laying on your bed was a tombstone with your name and his name on it, only the last name was different, it was stolen for sure. The epitaph read,
"EVEN IN DEATH THEY LOVE"
You jumped into his embrace and began crying, kissing his cheek. He wiped your tears and held you.
Bo Sinclair
Your legs were currently thrown over Bo's shoulders, he was pouding deep and fast into your pussy. You felt so overstimulated, you had been at it for 2 hours and you weren't sure how much more you could take.
Days like these when Bo was upset like he was, usually after one of his victims getting away.
You knew you were in for another few hours of fucking. During one particularly strong orgasm you screamed out his name making him slam harder into you. You felt his balls slap against your ass with each thrust so you knew he was in as far as he could
You were used to him taking his frustration out on you. You actually liked it, but sometimes you craved romance. You two had been together a year and had never said I love you. Feeling another orgasm overtake you, you pulled his face down to yours and whispered "I love you," as your cunt tightened around his huge cock.
Bo stopped mid thrust locking eyes with you,
" What did you just say?"
Feeling embarrassed, you hid your face. But Bo was having none of it he pulled your face back towards him.
"What did you just say to me?"
Tears were beginning to build up
"I love you"
You whispered again,
"Are you fucking serious?"
There was a bit of uncertainty behind it.
" You actually love me, or was you just sayin it because I'm fucking you?"
Your lip trembled unsure of what his reaction was going to be,
"With all my heart, Bo, I'm so madly in love with you"
Bo continued to stare at you, then leaned forward and kissed you passionately. Laying across your body, he wraps his arms around your neck so he could be as close to you as possible. He slowly starts thrusting into you again, kissing your neck and lips. His movements were passionate and deep, leaning into your ear and kissing your lobe he whispers
" I love you so much baby"
After a few more thrusts you both cum together.
Bo relaxed across your chest as his cock slipped out,
So I absolutely adore the 10th Doctor, but I hated the episode with The Titanic. It was too campy for such a serious event. So I decided to write my own story, and all characters except The Doctor are my own creations. This is after Rose but before Donna
Trigger Warning- Death ,it's the sinking of the Titanic, so if that story bothers you, don't read further.
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PART ONE: The Sinking
Elizabeth watched in horror as she clung to the nearest object she could find. The waves created from the suction were keeping her from fully pulling herself out of the freezing waters. The screams all around her were deafening, and she felt as though her lungs were going to burst. All of her senses were enveloped in the darkness that surrounded her. Her heart was pounding out of her chest, and the only thing warm on her was the stream of tears that coated her face. She could see the faintness of what she thought a lifeboat in the distance, just a glisten of a a torch, but a way out of the horrible situation if she could make it.
The screams were starting to die down, and she knew if she didn't make some kind of move, then she would parish along with everyone else. Gathering every ounce of strength she could, she let go of the piece of wood and started swimming her way towards the light. Its yellow beam seemed to call her and guide her towards it. Her lungs were getting tighter with each stroke, but she kept going leaving the trauma she had just endured behind her.
Her body was on fire, and she wanted nothing more than to rid herself of her clothes but knew that stopping to do so would for sure be a death sentence. She swam and swam for what felt like hours but never was able to reach the light. Her body began to slow down, and she was taking big gulps trying to get any air she could into her burning lungs. Suddenly her arms and legs gave out on her, she couldn't go any further, she knew she was dying and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Finally understanding her fate, she stripped down to nothing, flipping over on her back. She spread her arms and legs and just let the waters float her body to her heavenly destination. She no longer hurt, her body felt a warmth and a glow that made her smile, she felt calm, and with that, she was gone. 03:38am April 15, 1912
"Doctor, are you sure there is nothing we can do to help them?"
His companion Ally stared blankly into the darkness at the people splashing around like salmon floating upstream. Her heart was beating faster than it ever had, and her breath was hard and deep. She couldn't believe what she was watching.
The Doctor had warned her that it wasn't going to be pleasant, but she still insisted on seeing the sinking. She never took into account the lives that were taken with it. She hated herself for even suggesting they go and watch it and, in a way, hated him for not stopping her request.
"This is a fixed timeline Ally, even us being here could alter history if we were to be seen by someone."
"Yea, I dont think we have to worry about that,"
The tears began to flow, and she felt so helpless. She wanted nothing more than to help just one.
Time had a way of dragging on forever, and it felt as if it took hours for the screams and cries to die out. She stared off into the darkness, hoping to see at least some sign of life.
"Ally, we should go, the Carpathia will be arriving very soon. "
"No Doctor just a bit longer, I can't just leave them"
The Doctor sighed, regretting bringing her here. He often forgets that humans only have one heart, so it takes them longer to process emotions, putting his arms around her shoulders, she twisted around and fell into them, sobbing. He gently rubbed her hair and guided her away from the doors. Kissing her forehead and wiping her tears
And with that, they were gone 03:39am April 15, 1912
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