Pick 10 thingie I got tagged in so long ago I’m a terrible person for not doing this sooner I’m so sorryyyyyyyyy. <3
I got tagged in this weeks ago by @nurselaney and I totally meant to do it, but it slipped my mind.
rules: pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the mid point, pick a 10 lines, and share it! Then tag 10 people. any number of people you feel like tagging.
This is more than 10 lines, but it’s from my unpublished Eddie Munson/OFC fic that will remain unpublished but it’s the only thing I’m writing currently, so enjoy! <3 Her name is Sam(antha) and I love her. If you don’t, I don’t really want/care to hear. ;) Also many thanks to @hollyspacey for listening to me screech about this and reading everything I sent to her. <3 Also to @thestanceyg who doesn’t even go here, but still listens to me scream about it. <3
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As it turned out, she couldn’t, but as they pulled into a parking spot, she stayed put while Nancy and Steve got out, the kids following and leaving her in the van.
Her… and one other person.
Eddie was still here, and she turned around the second the doors had shut.
“You cannot take him in there with those bats.”
Not missing a beat, he replied. “It’s sweet you’re worried about me, but you don’t have to refer to me in the third person.”
Sam sighed. “Dustin.”
“Ed-die, I’m Ed-die, remember?”
She pressed her lips together, closing her eyes to take a breath before continuing. “I’m going to need you to be serious for the length of a conversation.”
“There are a lot of people who have been waiting so much longer than you for that to happen, so get in line.”
“Please?”
“Well since you asked nicely, I’ll do my best.” He looked around before disappearing below the seat.
“What are you doing?” she asked as she heard thumping and the van shook a little.
“Being sneaky. On a completely unrelated note, this is the cleanest van floor I have ever seen.”
Frowning, Sam peered back behind the passenger seat to see Eddie scooting on his back until he was perpendicular to the middle seat, staring up at the ceiling.
He abruptly turned his head towards her, grinned, and waved.
I just had a Vision of what if this is what physical education classes taught, instead of, like, nothing. what if they taught you how to debug your body, had a big set of very good stretches and simple little exercises that they drilled into you til it became second nature. how many people would have bodies that hurt them less
reading vague posts about some unhinged discourse occurring far from my realm of exposure is like the platonic opposite of "I saw Goody Proctor at the Devil's Sacrament" like damn clearly i was not at the sacrament what the fuck
the sight of you will prove to me i’m still alive : em
Pairing: Eddie Munson x original female character
TW: wounds, hurt/comfort, a ‘lil smut
After a tough battle, Eddie lends a helping hand.
a/n: I haven’t posted a story in eons and this is my very first time playing in the ST sandbox so please, please be gentle!
The battle was long and bloody but they had won. All of them worse for the wear, but each and every one miraculously alive. Hannah had taken some serious hits, looking in her bathroom mirror at the cuts and scrapes and bruises peppered all over her naked body. She was exhausted, wanted nothing more than to collapse on the first soft surface and sleep for the next week or so. But Eddie had insisted she shower and clean her wounds first.
Seeing her injured had changed something between them, he'd barely left her side once the battle was over and the dust had settled. He was her best friend and he thought he'd lost her. The pure panic on his face was what pushed her forward, steeled her resolve, helped her resist the urge to break down although every cell in her body desperately wanted to.
A soft knock on the bathroom door broke her from her spell.
"You ok in there?"
"Yeah, I'm good," she said, lying to him as well as the face that stared back in the mirror.
"I'm right out here, if you need anything just yell."
Hannah forced herself to move away from the mirror and turn on the shower. Steam began filling the room as she stepped under the spray. She let out a hiss as the water ran over the assortment of cuts and scrapes, tiny stings all over her body. She looked down to watch the water run dark as the blood and dirt swirled down the drain. She didn't know how long she stood there letting the hot water wash over her, it could've been seconds or minutes or days but auto pilot kicked in and she started to clean herself. Her mind replayed the fear and violence and worry of the last few hours.
Lifting her arms to wash her hair broke her from her horrible daydream as a sharp pain shot along her side. She'd taken a hard hit and her ribs were bright purple and painful.
"Uhh Eddie?" She called out.
He answered immediately, his voice muffled by the door, "Yeah, what is it?" She didn't answer right away and he cracked the bathroom door. "Hannah?"
She cleared her throat, "I can't lift my arms, could you maybe help me wash my hair?"
"Are you sure?"
She huffed softly, "My modesty or lack thereof is the last thing on my mind right now."
She could hear Eddie taking his clothes off, before he pushed the shower curtain to the side. His eyes were glued to Hannah's, not daring to look down at her body. He was wearing only a pair of gray boxers as he stepped in. Hannah handed him the bottle of shampoo and turned around to face the water. The smell of coconut filled the air as Eddie tentatively reached out and began lathering her hair.
Something about the gentle way he carded his fingers through her hair broke her. The tears fell unimpeded from her eyes, Eddie not mentioning the silent sobs that wracked her body. Once her hair was squeaky clean and she'd just about cried herself out, he turned her to face him with a hand on her shoulder. He swiped her cheek with his thumb, his eyes looking worriedly into hers.
"I'm fine," she said unprompted, in a voice that called her a liar.
"I know. You're stronger than you look."
"Are you saying I don't look strong?"
A look of relief covered his face as if he knew that the teasing note in her voice meant she would be fine eventually. "Did you get your wounds clean?"
"I think so. I think I fucked up my ribs though. Everything hurts."
"Can I look at it?"
"Eddie if you wanted to look at me naked, you could have found a better way than this."
"Yeah well, none of my other moves were working," he said with a soft laugh, looking deep into her eyes.
He let his hand trail down her arm, pulling it over to cover her chest. "I don't want the first time I see you naked to be like this," he explained.
Hannah felt her body warm at his words. Her world just kept tilting further and further off its axis but for the first time it felt like it was righting itself. Like the world had thrown its very worst at her, but then turned around and given her the simple, immeasurable gift of Eddie Munson looking at her with something like love and gratitude in his eyes. She watched as he leaned down to prod gently at the mottled purple covering her side.
"Think I'll live, Doc?"
"For now, yeah," his thumb brushed her side and he nodded. "I don't think it's broken but it's gonna feel like a bitch for a few days."
An ache settled between her legs at his calloused fingertips skating over her sensitive skin, and a heavy breath fell from her lips. He glanced up at her from his bent position and looked into her eyes, his own darkening as he tried to decipher the look she was giving him. Hannah let her arm softly but deliberately fall to her side, exposing herself to Eddie.
He straightened and took a deep breath. "I don't want to misread that."
"You're not."
"I don't want this to be because of what happened tonight."
"It isn't."
Eddie felt something inside him break as he let his eyes drift down and take her in. In an echo of his earlier move, Hannah ghosted her hand down his arm and pulled his hand up to rest on her chest. Eddie's hands traced over her body as if he knew that his touch was somehow wiping away some of the night's trauma. He took Hannah's chin in his hand and tilted her head up. They looked at each other hungrily for a second before he leaned forward and captured her lips with his. Hannah let herself be pressed back gently against the cool tile as Eddie pushed closer to her.
Their first kiss was everything Hannah had known it would be. It felt like coming home after a long trip, or a perfect sunset, or a gentle summer rain. It felt fated somehow. An apology from the universe for everything bad that had ever happened to either of them.
Like, yeah, sorry for the monsters and the violence and the world almost ending for the millionth time, but here is this magical wonderful thing to make up for it.
Eddie's hand slipped down to the apex of her thighs. "This ok?" He asked in a husky voice. She nodded quickly and he shook his head. "Need to hear you say it, babe."
"Yeah, yes, please, Eddie. Touch me."
"With pleasure. "
Eddie’s fingers traced along her slit, gathering the slick that he found there as he explored her. A ragged moan fell from Hannah's lips as his thumb brushed over her clit.
Hannah reached down with the arm on her uninjured side to cup his bulge. His hips jerked forward at her touch and she took that as her sign to pull down the front of his soaked boxes until his hard length sprung free. She gave him a few experimental strokes as he caught her lips with his again.
Hannah groaned into his mouth as he pressed first one, then two fingers into her. She let herself grind against his hand, stroking him in rhythm with his own movements. He grunted into the crook of her neck, their bodies trying to get closer than was humanly possible. Hannah could feel her release building up inside, broken moans falling from her lips.
"Want you to come on my fingers, sweetheart, can you do that for me?"
"Yes," she said with a gasp. Eddie felt her walls flutter around his fingers, spurring on his own release, his hips jerking into her fist.
They stood under the water for a moment, breathless and shaky, bodies still pressed together. They moved silently to turn off the water and wrap up in towels as they left the bathroom. Hannah climbed into her bed, looking shyly up at Eddie where he stood a few feet away.
She motioned him forward, "Come on, let's go to sleep."
"No funny business now," he said, sternly.
"I don't know if I have it in me for any more funny business tonight."
"Maybe tomorrow," Eddie suggested as he crawled into bed next to her, pulling her into his arms.
The last thing Hannah registered before she fell asleep was a soft kiss placed on her forehead. Tomorrow would come soon and there were no guarantees that hell wouldn't open back up beneath their feet but she had Eddie on her side and in her arms and somehow none of that mattered.
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