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splendidshinobi · 4 years ago

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FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST 2003 LIVE REACT: EPISODES 26-30

been awhile since i’ve watched but.... another day, another emotional rollercoaster

episode 26: her reason

who’s her and what’s her reason

bother him ALLLLL you want maria ross...bother him all day long

he deserves it

INVOICE HAHAHAHAHA

dont yell at maria fuck off!!!!

GIRLY WHAT IS IZUMI DOING!!!!!!!!

i screamed i did

i love sig and izumi sm!!!!!!

omg ed and al’s faces

PANINYAAAAAAA

why does she have an automail arm whAT

i feel almost insulted for paninya’s dope weapon legs

oh wait ive seen this arm wrestling scene before lmao

go paninya goooo

i do not tolerate this mr dominic slander

OH NO DO NOT INSULT QUEEN WINRY’S WORK

sucks to suck!!!!

i do think winry may have just fallen in love

ed is such a simp though

JUMBO????? his name iS JUMBO??????

al’s mousy little what?

yikes yeah you know what winry id be pissed too

she felt so good about her work!!!

crush over

jk theyre soulmates

wow roy ur so smart

damn oh ok they kept paninya’s legs too

so she only has 1 biological limb wow

paninya is definitely a lesbian

we’ve all known that though i mean-----the camo pants

i saw paninya wearing army pants and flip flops, so i bought army pants and flip flops

oh my god winry you DEVIOUS BASTARD

i can see why people ship paninya and winry but im sorry im an edwin simp

young pinako is hot i get it dominic

OH MY GOD DEVIOUS

WINRY LMAO

GUN LEGS!

kill him?? pANINYA think about that before you shoot someone!!!

AWWWWWW ED!!!! “best automail in the world!!!!” IM CRYING

“hello sir” alphonse you sweet boy

sheska u good???

OPE HEY CURTISES

ed why are you sad

omg winry dont cry!!!!

hahahaha sig

THE BOYS’ FACES LMAO

episode 27: teacher

izumi time lets gooooooooooooo

the ominous music lolololol

THE WINDOW

WHERE IS ALPHONSE

RIGHT THERE

ED’S FUCKING FACE HAHAHAHA

grumman!!!!!

STEW TONIGHT FUCK YEAH

xerxes drop

edward you are being so foreboding

izumi queen of my life lets go girl!!!

umbrella king sig curtis!!!

ed you dumbass!!!!!

angry face boys

mom dad and the kids on the train!!!! makes me cry

awww win’s gonna miss the dudes

omg havoc plzzzz

why is he calling riza like she doesnt already know shes going too

do not leave my boy falman behind!!!

oh good ok

mason my dude!!!

“yes maam”

this is UNCOMFORTABLE

guys i simp for sig tbh

omg al scary boy

uh oh she SAWWWWWWW you!!!

aww i forgot about the dead cat goddamnit

not THE KITTY

ok but those baby kittens need some MELK

its all over for you two watch out

cant hide JACK SHIT from mama bear

yikes

she gonna kick your ass oof

hugs oh thats nice

episode 28: all is one, one is all

island timeeee

wait theyre on island time PART 2???? ok

the way sig’s HAND---- anyway

ok so creepy naked child??

im suspicious

clearly the boys didnt read my hero academia

or the three musketeers

al really got YEETED

yote?

oh the kid has clothes on. leaf clothes

i know dublith is in the “south” but is it really a tropical locale?

aww the bunny

“kill it”

owie hope you dont get rabies edward

the ost man so good for both series

al really said J’ACCUSE

they didnt know the masked man was mason the first time around? aight

im really having trouble typing and eating dumplings at the same time

might pause for a dumpling break

i made these in the microwave theyre pretty good

def not the best ive had but they were, ya know, microwaved

anyways sad al hours

YOU THOUGHT THAT WAS YOUR BROTHER????

it’s the circle of life simba

getting REAL philosophical rn

“dont call me small”

now we’re getting REAL scientific

im just imagining these idiots on shrooms rn

mannnnnnnnnnnn

WAIT IMAGINE LING YAO ON SHROOMS

wow what a yummy snake breakfast

izumi said 👁 👄 👁

izumi is so hot

that is the creepiest motherfucker i ever did see

ok im gonna go rinse this dish out be back in a min!!!

episode 29: the untainted child

i am the tainted adult

you SURE his parents are lookin?

i feel like izumi is being very loving towards this child

what happened to tough love bbygirl

im not saying shes not loving in her ways but shouldnt she by nature be a litttttleeee bit more sus of this kid???

dont tell me

this is sig and izumi’s “child”

theory pending

winry is such a protective lil egg

here’s whats cookin in my head

its sig and izumi’s child and ed’s arm and leg smooshed together into a homunculus...theory still pending but im definitely right

WHY DOES SIG SLEEP W HIS EYES OPEN SIR!!!!!!!

whole situation is a mess my dudes

what did u do kid?????

“i know ed lies sometimes”

l oh fucking l

who transmutes themselves with a bed though

not the move kid

OPE

of course winry slept through this whole thing

sheska and elicia and gracia. my heart.

did the colonel just LEAVE HER BEHIND? god what a dick

sheska WENT OFFFFFFFF!!!!!!

yes maam!!!!!!!

u tell that dumbass!!!!!!

why does envy have to sit like that

gon make me SIMP

embarrassing

*debby ryan hair tuck meme*

i love the way al sits

hes so dainty

what a gent

oh that lil kid was in the gate!!!!

how a homunculus is born? please tell me more

ARCHER....my sister was texting me about him when she asked how far i was. i googled him i saw his....bod....

yup

ARM AND LEG CONFIRMED

my brain waves are unparalleled

ED REALLY JUST YEETED WINRY AND KABEDONED THE HOMUNCULUS

EDWARD STOPPPPPPPPPPPPP OMG

off goes the kid

BIDOOOOOOOOOOO <3

why is she upset??? what did you realize izumi

that its your baby??? probs

im just that smart

episode 30: assault on south headquarters

YOKI LMAO

seeing yoki and scar makes me miss mei chang

MEI CHANG SUPREMACY

yoki really about to snitch

BIDOOOOOO

everyone showing up this episode

greed is gonna roll up with a venti frappuccino any minute now

archer is a creep

is this footage from the arnold classic?

“the muscles did the talking for them”

archer is a creep

who ru calling a freak HAHA AL’s angwy voice

ope

how IS hughes doing

pls not the pain

how did this kid come into the corporeal world

armstrong what

OUROBOROS

so he’s either wrath or pride ig

i dont think bradley is a homunculus in this one

yoki is basically michael yagoobian aka the bowler hat guy

there’s greed lmao

with the ladies

EW NO PLEASE GOD

I DONT WANT ANY MORE SHOU TUCKER

KIMBLEE WHAT

WHAT THE FUCK WHO CUT HIS HAIR LIKE THAT

WHO ALLOWED THAT I AM CHOKING

NOT THE MULLET PONYTAIL

izumi taking on the military

of course

kimblee JESUS

bradley is EVERYWHERE at ALL TIMES

this is rOUGH

there are so many parties vying for the kid

i still cant get over kimblee like WHAT

WHAT IS HIS PURPOSE HERE

AGAIN it just seems like bradley is everywhere at all times

#carol watches fma03 #fullmetal alchemist #carol's remaining brain cells #hi!!!!!#back w reactz #yay

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hirstories · 7 years ago

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Abraca—switch! Or The Tale of Edward Elric vs. the Mischievous Body-Snatcher

Chapter 8

Winry picked up from the floor the wicker basket she brought with her on the train and placed it on her lap. She quickly undid the knot on the red and white checkered fabric. The scent of baked apples, sugar, and cinnamon spread about, lifting the mood of everyone sitting around her.

Edward rose up to a standing position. He gazed up from behind the thin wiring of his pet carrier. Thanks to Winry’s growing influence in Resembool, he was able to ride in the passenger car. No more rides in the cargo car for him! He moved his gaze to his brother. Alphonse was already salivating at the sight of apple pie. He was salivating too. Unfortunately for him, he had to wait for his brother to tear his eyes from the baked good so he could tell him how much he would enjoy having a bite of that pie.

“Here’s your slice, Mei,” Winry said as she handed a generous slice to the Xinguese princess.

Alphonse was in charge of handing the napkins. He gave one to his girlfriend—along with a smile. He then handed a napkin to the impostor.

“Thanks, Al,” Don Paco said, his tone of voice as fake as his grin.

When Winry handed out apple pie it meant they’d reached the halfway point of their trip. So far, there hadn’t been much friction within the group. Alphonse and Mei had promised Granny that they were going to be on their best behavior even more so when the old woman hinted at them that she knew something strange was going on with the older Elric. But in reality, there really was no need for any of them to waste so much energy fighting. Things have turned in their favor. By the end of the day, Don Paco wasn’t going to be laughing at them anymore.

“Plan B” was going to start the moment they disembark the train at the Automail Heaven. Edward’s sole job was to incapacitate the sorcerer using alchemy, but in order for this to happen, they needed to catch the man off-guard. Alphonse’s and Mei’s job was to bring Paninya and Mr. Garfiel on board. They needed to convince the ex-thief and the master automail engineer that Winry was the target of a highly dangerous man without so much as giving up every detail of how this came to be. If everything went according to plan, which it should since the plan was bullet-proof, Don Paco would not be able to cause any more harm. Alphonse didn't foresee any problems extraditing the man to Creta. He offered himself to personally escort the man back home. Mustang would facilitate the extradition in exchange for a favor; Edward offered to take care of it.

“Here you go, Ed,” Winry said as she handed the impostor his share of the apple pie.

The man happily accepted the piece of the pie. He wolf down half of the slice in one bite. “This is the best!” he cried out, his praise partly muffled by the food in his mouth.

Alphonse and Mei exchanged glances. Don Paco wasn’t faking it. He really was thrilled about Winry’s apple pie.

Edward didn't like this at all. It should be him enjoying one of Winry's delicacies, not that bastard who had stolen his body. He unconsciously bumped onto the side of the carrier. His eyes narrowed. When had the enclosure become so small? His thoughts returned to the present the moment he heard that bastard laughing. That bastard! He bumped his head against the left wall—he just couldn't stand the sound of his own voice anymore! Alphonse leaned forward and looked through the metal mesh. “Are you okay, little buddy?”

Edward was glaring at him.

“You must be hungry,” Alphonse said as he undid the two pins keeping the door secured.

“What are you doing?” the impostor demanded.

Alphonse offered him a big, fake smile. “Why, Brother, I'm going to let Ed out of the cage for a few minutes,” he said and offered the man his most pleasant smile. “The poor thing is hungry, can't you see it?”

The fake Edward stared up at Alphonse, then he stuffed the rest of his slice of pie in his mouth. A moment later, he said, “I don't care.” Crumbs landed all over including on Winry’s lap, which she brushed off with a napkin that Alphonse offered.

“I think it's a great idea, Al,” Winry said just as she flashed a petrifying glare at the impostor.

Alphonse chuckled. “Brother, you should know better than to cross Winry.”

The impostor said nothing for a moment. Finally, he crossed his arms over his chest, then said, “Spoken like true children. Don't go blaming me if we get kicked out of this train because you both took pity on that mangy cat.”

“Edward Elric!” Winry roared; the impostor stared her down.

“Just ignore him, Winry,” Alphonse intervened. “Lately he’s been—” He couldn’t finish his words thanks to the curse-induced coughing fit.

“It's okay, Al. I get it,” Winry said in a snappish tone.

Alphonse was still coughing; all he could do was acknowledge her comment with a quick nod.

Winry’s eyebrows pinched together in worry. “Al, I hope you're not coming down with the flu. You've just recovered your full strength not long ago. I don’t know how your body will react to—”

A loud yowl ripped through the pet carrier scaring Winry and pretty much everyone in the train car. Alphonse picked up the carrier and put it on his lap. Edward pushed the metal door open with his head. He slid out of the enclosure and jumped on top of the back plank of the bench. He then approached Alphonse and whispered into his ear, “Don't let Winry talk about our past in front of Don Paco.”

Alphonse's eyes rounded. He shot a glance at Don Paco to see if he’d been listening in; Edward did the same. Don Paco was looking out the window and seemed too distracted to have picked up details of the conversation.

Alphonse put the carrier down on the floor then turned to pick up Edward. “Is kitty hungry?” He cooed as he brought his brother to his lap. “I bet your little tummy is ready for something yummy!”

Edward glared. They all had a role to play for the sake of appearances but he was certain that Alphonse was having way too much fun with his. Now it was his turn. Pushing away the urge to shudder, Edward tuned to Domingo’s cell memories. Almost instantly, the cutest mewl reverberated deep in his chest. He even rubbed his head against his brother’s chest in a playful manner.

Mei started giggling. Winry joined her. The display between Alphonse and Ed the Cat was way too adorable to ignore.

Alphonse picked up his share of the pie, which he left on the bench to help Winry with the napkins, and said, “Dig in bud.”

Edward inhaled the sweet aroma before taking a bite. He wasn’t sure of what sweets could do to a cat’s digestive system. Right now, he didn’t care. His taste buds were dancing, and so was his soul. He was having some of Winry’s apple pie, one of the most delicious confections ever created. And he wasn't just referring to the ingredients. Winry put a lot of love in the process of confectioning pies, the same kind of love she put in every automail piece she’d ever worked on.

Winry spoke as he ran his coarse tongue over his lips.

“Al, can I do it?” she asked Alphonse.

At first, it didn't register with Edward that Winry wanted to hand feed him. His tail quivered with his excitement when he finally did.

Alphonse chuckled. “Sure, Win. It’s Ed’s dream come true,” he said as he handed the slice of pie to Winry. He chuckled some more.

Winry raised her eyebrows. “Okay, Al...” she muttered and shook her head. She placed the slice of pie next to her. Alphonse then handed her the golden-haired cat.

Winry peered into his eyes of the cat, a tender smile spread on her face.

Edward could tell, by the way, Winry searched his eyes, that she was looking for something. Winry was aware that something was amiss, he knew her well enough to know this. He would’ve been happy for her sharp instincts if it wasn’t because of the threat sitting right next to her. He couldn’t have Winry digging out the truth—no one knew what Don Paco would do if she were to discover his true identity.

He channeled Domingo’s memories, thinking that this would distract her. He rubbed his body against Winry’s chest. Everyone laughed, especially Alphonse, who he knew how much he loved Winry’s curves. Let them laugh, he thought. He was enjoying himself way too much to stop.

Edward closed his eyes and rubbed his head against Winry’s neck and chin. He noticed she was wearing the perfume he’d given her for her last birthday. A soft purr rumbled about him. Winry’s gentle caresses came to mind. The memory of her minty breath ghosting against his lips drew a long yowl out of him.

He stiffened when Winry wrapped him in her arms but he let himself melt in the warm embrace.

“Ed loves you,” Alphonse said the words he wanted to say to Winry but couldn’t.

He heard her gasp, then her arms parted. Edward panicked; Winry was as sharp as her grandmother.

He looked at his brother. Alphonse’s paling face told him he was thinking the same thing as him. He looked at Don Paco. Thankfully, the bastard was distracted with the moving scenery.

Winry picked up the slice of pie. “Here, Ed, have some more pie,” she said.

Edward returned his gaze back to Winry and noticed that she looked calm. Maybe he and his brother read Winry’s reaction wrong? He decided to push his thoughts aside for a moment.

He concentrated on the piece of the pie, running his tongue over his lips before taking another bite. Then he took another. Even if the pie sent him to the bathroom like the milk did days before, he kept on eating.

Edward heard the impostor scoff; but he ignored it. This moment was his and his alone, and that asshole wasn't going to ruin it no matter how many times he tried.

Paninya slid between the crowd of laborers, mechanics, tourists, and a hooligan, as she made her way to the train platform. The 3:30 Express from Central had just pulled into the Rush Valley Train Station.

A slide left, a slide right; a partial stop and a spin: Paninya made a clear pathway to the front of the train. She got on her tip-toes and looked left. By chance, she caught sight of Winry’s pale mane as she exited the passenger car.

“There's my girl!” Paninya exclaimed as she approached her best friend. She pushed the older Elric aside and gave Winry a most welcomed hug.

“I couldn't believe it when Mr. Garfiel said you were coming,” she cried as she pulled away from the embrace.

Winry pulled Paninya into another hug. “I missed you too, Pan!”

Alphonse stepped into view. “Hi, Pan!”

Paninya’s eyes grew wide when her gaze met with olive-gold. Her cheeks acquired a red hue, which got even brighter as she admired the younger, and in her opinion, the most handsome of the two Elric brothers.

“Hi, Al!” Paninya gave Alphonse the tightest of hugs. “I didn't know you were coming!” she squeaked while brushing a fly away behind her left ear. Turning to Winry, and while offering her a death stare, she added, “I guess the gear-head forgot to mention that little detail.”

Alphonse rubbed the back of his neck and chuckled nervously. “I guess she did.”

“Ahem!” Mei exclaimed as she slid into view, quickly entwining Alphonse’s free hand in hers.

Paninya’s face fell.

“I'm Mei Chan, sister to the current Emperor of Xing,” she said. Turning her attention to her boyfriend, she added, “and Alphonse’s girlfriend.” Mei ended her introduction by flashing a menacing smile.

The cat rolled his eyes, so did the older Elric.

Paninya stared at Alphonse’s girlfriend. She knew exactly who she was; Winry had talked about the Xinguese princess in the past. The way this girl looked at Alphonse was a dead giveaway that she was head-over-heels in love with him. And unfortunately, so was him. Her poor, poor heart. Paninya turned her heartbreak inside out and offered Mei a most friendly smile. “Nice meeting ya, Mei Chan. I'm Paninya, Winry’s partner in crime,” she said, even extended her hand to Mei for a handshake.

Mei, who at first felt threatened by Paninya, blushed fiercely at her open gesture of friendship. “It's a pleasure to meet you, Paninya,” Mei said as she shook her hand.

“The pleasure is all mine,” Paninya grinned. She then turned to Edward, and immediately back away. Winry’s main squeeze looked so pissed it made her skin raise in goosebumps. But it also made her curious. Maybe the famed Fullmetal Alchemist did something to anger Winry, a “something” she took care of before reaching Rush Valley.

Paninya inched closer to Alphonse and Mei. “I see that your brother is being his usual pleasant self,” she commented.

Alphonse chuckled. “Something like that.”

Paninya raised her eyebrows in disbelief. “Is it that bad?”

“Well, one can say that he's not feeling quite like himself—” Mei managed to say before she started giggling.

Paninya stared at Mei. Did she miss a joke or something?

The cat started yowling loudly in his cage. Paninya searched for the source of the screeching noise. On the floor next to Mei were two pet carriers. The top one held a strange black and white cat, the other held a golden-haired cat. Her round, dark eyes widened with delight when she saw that the golden-haired cat was staring directly at her from behind the gate.

Turning to both Alphonse and Mei, she asked, “What're their names?”

“That’s Xiao Mei,” Mei replied while pointing to the top carrier.

“The cat’s name is Ed,” Alphonse said referring to his older brother.

Paninya couldn't hold the cackle that burst out of her chest. “The cat’s name is ‘Ed’?” She laughed some more. Turning to the impostor, she chortled, “Isn't that adorable?” The impostor gave her a death glare which only made Paninya laugh even harder.

The cat yowled again.

Paninya returned her attention to the cat. She squatted in front of the carrier. A grin spread across her face. She loved cats more than most human beings. Turning to Alphonse, she asked, “Can I take him out?”

Alphonse smiled. “Of course, Pan.”

Paninya nodded. She released the pins that held the metal door in place and gently removed the real Edward from the carrier. She exploded in a fit of laughter when she got a good look at the cat. “He has a chunk of hair sticking out—just like your brother!” She glanced again at Edward then met Alphonse’s. “Now I know why your brother looks so pissed off.”

The cat purred, which made Paninya returned her attention to him.

A strong gust of wind swept across the train station lifting all sorts of things into the air, mostly dust.

Paninya looked around to see how many people were still hanging around the train station. Thankfully there weren’t many. “We should hurry,” she said as she returned her attention to the group. “I think there’s a storm coming.” . The sun had already hidden behind a dark veil of clouds. Paninya’s stumps began to ache. “Yep, it's going to rain any moment now.”

“Just great,” the impostor groused.

Paninya couldn’t help but stare at the older Elric. Sweat covered his forehead and upper lip. His nose was scrunched up, and it wasn’t because of the smell of horse dung, oil and sweat impregnating the street. She had a good guess at what was bothering him, which was the same thing that was beginning to bother her. At least she wasn’t limping like Edward was.

Rush Valley was a busy city. Right now the streets were dressed with scaffolding from multiple renovations being done to the historical buildings. It made transit by foot nearly impossible, and a complete hassle to people that had artificial limbs attached to their bodies.

“Where are the taxis around here?” the impostor spat in utter annoyance.

The comment raised some concern.

“Ed, Atelier Garfiel is just four blocks away from the train station,” Winry replied. “Besides, do you think a car can travel through this mess?”

The impostor said nothing in return.

Edward became worried. The aching pain radiating from the automail port was starting to affect Don Paco. If this continued, all hell was going to break loose. He looked up at Paninya, who was still carrying him in her arms. Another cat person. Her fascination with felines could prove to be detrimental to their plan.

Another gust of wind, stronger than the one that blew the inside of the train station, swept across the street, shaking all the scaffoldings adorning the storefronts.

Edward sensed that something ominous was coming their way. He looked around but saw nothing out of the ordinary. His animal instincts suddenly kicked in; the threat was coming from above. He looked up, and that’s when he saw the crane holding a long steel beam. His hypersensitive hearing recognized the creaking of metal cables that were about to break.

At that same moment, Winry and the impostor were crossing under the crane.

“Look out!” he cried.

Alphonse and Mei turned to him, and so did the impostor.

“It's okay, Ed. It's only the wind making scary noises,” Paninya said, trying to calm him.

Alphonse noticed his brother was looking up. He also looked up. The cable snapped. “Get out of the way!” he shouted.

Alphonse threw the bags on the floor and clapped his hands together to transmute a barrier but he was too late.

The beam crashed into the ground with a loud bang. Some people close to the accident started screaming. The dust hadn't settled yet so they didn't know if Winry and the impostor got hurt by the falling object.

“No-no-no!” Edward cried out of desperation. He tried again to wiggle out of Paninya’s arms but she wasn't letting him go. She let him no choice but scratch her arms.

Howling in pain, Paninya released the cat.

Edward darted towards the scene of the accident. “Winry!” he called. His stomach knotted up when he heard Winry screaming his name. Edward reminded himself to stay calm. The dust around the site was particularly thick but it was beginning to dissipate. He kept moving forward. Seconds later a lone figure rose a few feet away from him. As he got closer he recognized the figure to be Winry. A sense of relief washed over him when he saw she was unharmed. He noticed that Winry was kneeling next to the impostor, her index and middle fingers pressed against his body’s jugular. Edward’s stomach clenched at the hint of panic in her expression. My body!

Edward ran the rest of the way. Don Paco was coming to when he reached Winry’s side.

“Someone help this guy out!” cried one terrified spectator.

Don Paco started moving around. He wasn’t screaming in pain, which told Edward that his original body was okay.

“Dammit!” Don Paco hissed.

On a closer look, Edward realized that the man had his automail sandwiched between the sidewalk and the mangled steel beam. If it wasn’t for the fact that he was trapped inside the body of a cat, he would’ve used alchemy to help the bastard out.

Alphonse finally managed to push through the crowd encircling the accident. “Are you okay?” he asked Winry as he squatted next to her.

“I'm fine,” Winry replied. Her eyes went to the impostor. “Ed’s automail is trapped under the beam. Can you help him?”

Alphonse paused momentarily to scan the scene before him. Just as he clapped his hands together to initiate the transmutation, he heard another clap. A bluish light touched everything and everyone that was surrounding the impostor.

The steel beam split in three. The impostor pushed aside the section pinning the metal limb.

Edward dug his front claws in the cement to prevent himself from hurting that idiot, but he couldn’t help the low guttural growl from reverberating in his chest.

“You have your alchemy back?” Winry said, appalled.

Don Paco stared at Winry, his expression stunned. After a moment, he snapped out of it. “Surprise!” he hollered, then he let out a long and deep belly laugh.

#fmabb17 #fma #fmab #story update #reblog please #fmachallenges

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lumiolivier · 8 years ago

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Chapter Twenty-Two: Fireball Burns Back

Word Count: 4941

Chapter No. 22/?

Notes: I know, I know. It’s been quite sometime since I last posted a chapter. Things have been rather hectic lately. I was getting ready to go on vacation. I went on vacation. I had to recover from severe depression because of said vacation. Not because of it being over, but because it happened. Long story. You’re not here for that. How about that chapter, though? Let’s do that.

Chapter Twenty-One: Long Live the Red Hats

Mother…fucker…

Can I die now? Is this what dying feels like? The adrenaline from last night has definitely worn off. I’m dead inside and more hungover than I’d like to be. I woke up to the empty bottle of Fireball in my bed and my pajama bottoms missing. That’s fantastic. And I still had to go to Julian’s. I’m sure he had aspirin. Would he mind if I took the whole bottle?

I dragged myself out of bed and stumbled into my bathroom to heave my guts out. Isn’t this wonderful? First day of unemployment and I’m already a cliché. And if that wasn’t bad enough, when my phone went off, the usually delightful chime of my ringtone turned into a million nuclear bombs going off in my head. My day just keeps getting better, doesn’t it?

“Hello?” I groaned into the speaker.

“Holy shit, baby,” Julian spoke softly, “Are you ok?”

“I found that bottle of Fireball last night,” I told him, “Needless to say, I don’t have any left.”

“Mimi,” he worried, “That bottle was damn near full. We didn’t drink much out of it last week. You finished it?”

“What can I say?” I gagged on round two, “I needed to sleep. I’ll be over soon.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive,” I swallowed the stomach bile trying to make its way out of my mouth, “I’m fine. But you wouldn’t happen to have aspirin at your house, would you?”

“A whole bottle,” Julian cringed, “Are you sure you still…”

“Yes,” I cut him off, “I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

“Alright,” he let me go, “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” I hung up and threw up some more. Note to self: Nearly a whole bottle of Fireball? Not a good idea. Do not do again. I grabbed some clothes out of my closet, not quite sure who I grabbed, and headed for Julian’s. Not getting dressed quite yet. Once Julian leaves for work, I had all intentions of crashing in his bed. Putting my pajama bottoms wouldn’t be a half bad idea. The neighborhood doesn’t need to see the little kitties on my underpants.

I pulled into his driveway, pushed his front door open, threw myself into his chest. Like a reflex, Julian wrapped his arms around me, “Oh, Mimi…How trashed were you last night?”

“I don’t know,” I murmured into his t-shirt, “I drank the rest of the Fireball and went to bed. Now, I feel like absolute shit.”

“Alright,” he put me on his couch, “I’m going to get the aspirin bottle. Stay here.”

“Where am I going to go?” I whined, “It’s not like I’m going to work. Or anywhere else for that matter. My parents still think I’m employed. Is it cool if I hang out here while you’re gone?”

“Fine with me,” Julian allowed, throwing me a white bottle, “In fact, I insist upon it. Now, take a couple of those.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” I downed two blue tablets without any water. If I drank something right now, it wouldn’t stay down, “I’ve never been this bad.”

“Never?” I had a feeling he didn’t believe me, “Come on. You can’t tell me you didn’t get shitfaced on your twenty-first birthday.”

“I didn’t,” I clarified, “I had maybe one drink and went to Chili’s.”

“That’s so disappointing,” he pitied.

“Hey,” I shrugged, “My best friend was only sixteen and my parents didn’t like me drinking. That’s why all of my booze is hidden.”

“Do you keep it in one of those classy globes that double as a minibar?” Julian asked, going back into the bathroom.

“Yes, Julian,” I groaned sarcastically, “Because somewhere in my room, where you’ve been a few times now, you’ve seen a globe. No, dumbass. It’s in my desk drawer.”

“Hemingway style,” he approved, “I like it. Although, I think Hemingway would have it in a super classy globe.”

“I’m going to punch you,” I gagged a little more, running over to the kitchen sink.

“I really wish I could stay and take care of you, Mimi,” Julian sympathized, “But my Netflix and my Crunchyroll premium account doesn’t pay for itself. Are you going to be ok by yourself?”

“If you come back and I’m pantsless,” I warned, “That’s not an open invitation to try something.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he promised, coming out as Russell, “Not in your condition. The last thing I want is for us to be in the throes of passion and you turning around to throw up. I’ll come straight home after work, ok? You need anything, call me.”

“I will,” I wrapped my arms around his waist, never wanting to let go, “If Griffin comes in today, don’t be a dick about me. I know you want to, but don’t. He’s not worth it.”

“One of us has to be bringing home some money,” Julian teased, “And I’ll be damned if he ruins my viewing of Orange is the New Black when it comes back.”

“Nerd,” I cuddled into him.

He kissed the top of my head and grabbed his keys off the counter, “Go back to sleep, ok? I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Julian went off to work while I curled up in a little ball in his bed. Still warm. Still felt like him. Even had an indent where he was laying. Perfect. My first real day off in what felt like an eternity and I’m spending it with a wicked hangover. Give yourself a pat on the back, Mimi. Or how about laying in Julian’s bed and going back to sleep? I liked that idea better.

A little while later, the blaring ringtone on my phone decided to wake me up. I rolled over and caught a glimpse of the clock. Who the hell would be calling me at noon? I grabbed my phone off Julian’s nightstand, “Hello?”

“Where are you?” Veronica squeaked on the other end, “I just talked to Julian and he said you quit.”

“Veronica,” I scolded, “Could you keep it down? I’m hungover and sleep deprived. I love you, sweetie, but your voice is like nails down a chalkboard right now.”

“Sorry,” she apologized, “Now, what happened?”

“I quit my job,” I shrugged, “Not much to tell.”

“But you’ve been working at the café since forever,” Veronica pointed out, “Why?”

“Because I needed to move on and Griffin’s an asshole,” I explained, “I couldn’t stay and a change of scenery would be nice.”

“No,” her voice broke a little, “You’re not leaving Lenexa, are you?”

“No,” I settled her, “I’m not leaving until May. Then, I’m taking a trip.”

“If you’re not at the café then,” Veronica wondered, “Where are you?”

“Julian’s,” I might regret that later, “He let me crash here, so my parents won’t find out about me losing my job.”

“He’s so sweet,” she awed, “Are you guys together yet?”

“What did I tell you?” I shut her down, “Once I know something, I’ll tell you.”

“Julian already told me.”

“No, he didn’t,” I knew this game, “Or you would’ve led with that. Besides, there’s nothing to tell.”

“Dammit!” she snapped, setting off an earthquake in the back of my brain.

“Veronica!” I growled at her, “Jesus, why don’t you fucking shoot me? It’d be quicker.”

“I’m sorry,” she settled, “I don’t mean to.”

“I know, honey,” I came down, too, “It’s just…I’m tired. I’m exhausted. I’m sick. Cut me some slack.”

“I’ll let you go back to sleep,” Veronica let it go, “And I won’t ask about you and Julian anymore.”

“Thank you,” I sighed out, “You tried pumping him for information, too, didn’t you?”

“Yeah.”

“Go back to class, Roni,” I pulled out the mom voice, “You know where I’ll be.”

“I don’t know where Julian lives,” she chimed, “But I’ll check on you later!”

Click.

I was too awake to go back to sleep. Don’t get me wrong. I still felt like inside out ass, but at least I had more sleep. As much as I didn’t want to get out of Julian’s bed, I got up and got in the shower. And I’ve never enjoyed a shower more in my life. Except maybe for a camping trip I was forced on one summer, but I digress. Now, I could see who I grabbed this morning. Come on, hungover me. Tell me you made a smart decision.

Alphonse Elric. I did make a smart decision. All I had for Al was a short, loose, gray dress to simulate his armor. It won’t push on my stomach. I don’t have to wear pants. Hungover me deserved a medal. I got out of the shower and searched Julian’s kitchen for something to eat. Hopefully, I’m past the puking phase. Even during my worse hangover, I stopped throwing up after a good nap.

To no surprise, Julian had packs on packs of ramen. My god, Julian. Were you preparing for the apocalypse? My beloved boyfriend had more ramen than what one has the right to in a lifetime. It’s like he’s hoarding. Every size, every flavor. Flavors I had never even heard of! Julian, baby, you need to lay off your Amazon account.

I made a package of creamy chicken, put a shake of sriracha in it, and turned on his Crunchyroll. What to watch, what to watch. Maybe I should go old school and watch Dragonball Z. It has been quite some time since I watched Dragonball Z. Nah. I’ll watch something else. Wasn’t feeling too nostalgic. Until I found something on the list that did get me all nostalgic.

I might have started my road to otakuhood on Pokémon and Sailor Moon, but a part of me had a soft spot for one in particular. I had gone from fourth grade until my freshman year of high school without living my otaku life. Five years of no anime and a fully functional social life. But then, for old time’s sake, I decided to turn on Netflix and in my recommendations was an anime called Fruits Basket.

This girl Tohru ended up living in a tent in the woods after her mom died. She didn’t want to be a burden on her father’s father. Little did she know, the property she had staked her tent on belonged to the most popular boy in her school. Yuki Sohma…My first anime crush. I had to admit it. That is until I saw his cousin Shigure. From that moment on, I was a Shigure girl. However, the Sohma family had a secret. If any member is hugged by someone of the opposite sex or is under a great amount of stress, they turn into an animal of the Chinese zodiac. Shigure was a dog. Yuki was a rat. And I loved them all.

Fruits Basket was the anime to reintroduce me to the beautiful world I missed so much. It made me go back and rewatch Sailor Moon. It made me rewatch the original Pokémon series. From Fruits Basket, I jumped right into Fullmetal Alchemist, the original series. And from then on, I never had a regular social life again. The only reason I met Veronica was because of a school project. I kept my love for anime and manga and video games under wraps and it’s been that way ever since. Once the theme started playing, I felt a bubble of emotions rising deep within my heart and tears started streaming down my face.

I was so happy when you smile.

Your smile breaks through the clouds of gray.

Far from the sunny days that lie here and sleep.

Waiting with patience for the spring.

The flowers will bloom renewed again.

Knowing there’s more beyond the pain of today…

Such a beautiful song. My heart never failed to melt whenever I heard it. I grabbed a blanket and curled up on the couch in Julian’s living room. Life was good. I forgot about the hell that happened last night and the hell I went through this morning and I couldn’t be more content. For a brief moment, the world was ok again.

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t put a dent in Julian’s couch today. I nearly watched the entire series and felt the judgment. I’m sick, ok? Fuck off. I had a day to myself to do whatever I damn well please and did just that. I binged one of my favorite anime on my boyfriend’s couch. I kept ramen down and sucked down half a case of Julian’s bottled water, which I probably owe him…But all in all, I had a good day! Minus the part where I wasn’t feeling too hot, but still!

“Honey…” Speak of the devil, “I’m home. Do you have pants on?”

“No,” I shook my head, “But I showered today.”

“Good for you, sweetheart,” he kissed the top of my head, “How you feeling?”

“So much better,” I pulled him down to the couch, “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too,” Julian pulled me against his chest, “What have you been up to all day?”

“Nothing,” I smiled, “And loved it. I forgot how nice solitude can be.”

“Well then,” he chimed, “I brought you a present.”

“You didn’t have to do that,” I brushed him off, “What’d you bring me?”

“I don’t suppose you want another bottle of Fireball,” Julian assumed, “At least I hope not.”

“Not at the current juncture,” I promised, “Or in the near future. Seriously, though, what’d you get me?”

“I took a detour on the way home from work,” he admitted, “You hadn’t called or texted, so I figured you were either sleeping or good enough for me to take a trip to Kansas City and back.”

“I thought you were getting a little late,” I glanced up at the clock. Yikes. I lost track of time.

“I made a stop at the mall,” Julian went on, “at that store you told me about with the shit selection. But the closest we can get to any otaku-y goodness without going online. I saw something I knew you’d squeal over and I knew you didn’t have it.”

Julian grabbed a little bag from the other side of the couch and put it in my lap. I’m sure he outdid himself. He always did. I felt around a little. Soft, squishy. Plushie. Definitely a plushie of some sort. By the feeling of it, an animal. That’d be so weird if he got me a member of the Sohma family. I pulled my present out and, as predicted, squealed my heart out, “Julian!”

“You’re welcome.”

I’VE BEEN EYEING UP LITTLE SEBASTIAN IN THE PINK COW SUIT FOR MONTHS! I never went up to Kansas City by myself enough to get him, though! Where there was the Sebastian plushie in the pink cow suit, there was also a Ciel plushie in a blue cow suit. And I needed them in my life, but just having Sebastian for now was good enough for me, “Julian…This was so sweet. Thank you.”

“I couldn’t decide whether to get Sebastian or Ciel,” he thought.

“They had Ciel, too?” I gasped.

“Yeah.”

“You did good, though,” I approved, “He’s precious. I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Julian grabbed over the arm of the couch again, putting another bag in my lap, “That’s why I got Ciel, too.”

“Julian!” I squealed again, pulling little cow Ciel out, “You didn’t have to do this.”

“I wanted to,” he fought, “You weren’t feeling good and I wanted to make you feel better. I figured why not use your OTP to my advantage?”

“You know,” I hid a smile, “It’s cute that you think Sebaciel is my OTP.”

“They’re not?” Julian gave me a look, “Bullshit. Then again, you have seven different OTPs, I’m sure.”

“I have one OTP per franchise,” I clarified, “Unless we’re talking Fullmetal. Don’t even get me started.”

“Who’s your overall OTP?” he asked, “If you had to pick one.”

“How to give an otaku an anxiety attack,” I teased, “That’s like telling me to pick my favorite child!”

“But…?”

“But,” I cuddled into his ribs, “I do have one. My number one OTP…”

“Which is…?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” I kissed his cheek, “Us.”

“Oh,” Julian awed, “That was cheesy…”

“I know.”

“But,” he held me a little closer, “I loved it. And you. And I really can’t wait until May.”

“Me either,” I beamed with visions of cosplayers and panels dancing in my head, “So, how did you manage today?”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s Wednesday,” I pointed out, “Book club came in.”

“Oh yeah,” he remembered with a hint of an eye roll, “They asked about Sebastian. Broke their hearts to hear what happened.”

“What happened?” I asked.

“He skipped town,” Julian spun the tale, “Apparently, he found out he had a kid in England somewhere.”

“Does he now?” I giggled, “Was that on the spot?”

“Yes, it was,” he took a little pride in his work, “Not bad, right?”

“I’d give that fic a read,” I critiqued, “Maybe the first chapter or two. After that, I’d lose interest. The plot would be too farfetched and nothing adds up. Three stars.”

“Three whole stars?” Julian gasped overdramatically, “I’m so honored. That’s coming from someone with your internet star power. I’m sure you get the senpai comments, too.”

“I do,” I nodded, “Senpai, Mom…Mommy.”

“Oh, you poor baby,” he cradled me, “Speaking of comments, have you looked at the ones for the Death Note set yet?”

“I figured we could read them together,” I insisted, “You got your phone?”

“I do,” Julian pulled his phone out of his pocket and opened up his website, “Let’s see. BrilliantRoseCosplay sends one. Misa Amane is the top of the list for the most annoying anime character ever, but she makes for some really hot cosplayers. Welcome back, Julian! Keep your Misa coming.”

“That’s sweet,” I awed, “Read another one.”

“Ok,” he scrolled, “NicoNicoChan45 says this. A question. Is your Misa the same as your Ciel? They both look like they have similar body shapes, but the face looks so different.”

“Do we say something?” I asked.

“Of course we do,” Julian pulled up a text box, “Without them, there is no us. If they’re going to take the time out to talk to us, the least we can do is talk to them.”

“You sound like me,” I chuckled a bit to myself, “I’m the same way with my comments, too.”

“What do we say?”

“Tell them,” I thought it over, “Yes. Your Ciel and Misa are one in the same. And they’ll be seeing a lot more of her.”

“Alright,” Julian typed out his response, “Who are we doing this weekend?”

“I’d love to do all of Team Mustang,” I picked, “But we don’t have enough people. We already have Mustang and Hawkeye. We need Breda, Falman, Havoc, Armstrong, Hughes, and Fuery. And Black Hayate, if we can find a dog that looks enough like him.”

“You’d want to add in Hughes, too?” he got a little choked up.

“Of course,” I followed his lead, “No matter what, Hughes will always be a part of Team Mustang.”

“You know what?” Julian smiled, “I think I can make a few phone calls and make Team Mustang happen.”

“Are you serious?” I squeaked.

“Completely,” he nodded, “Hold on. I’ll be right back.”

“Ok,” I let him up and reassumed my position on the couch. I couldn’t believe it. To think I used to only cosplay in my bedroom. Now, I’m online and I’m about to participate in a group cosplay! Hell, I did a couple last weekend! I was a part of a well-known cosplayers website. We were partners! Even better, we were us.

Things really were going to get better. I’m well overdue for a win. I had enough points in my karma bank, I think. Dealing with Griffin and bitchy soccer moms with screaming children, a dipshit stoner and unsupportive parents, I’m sure someone up there had something for me. Something good had to be coming.

“So, good news!” Julian came back, “We have Breda and Havoc. Our Fuery is going to have to call me back. I can’t get a hold of our Hughes or our Falman. Unfortunately, our Armstrong is on his honeymoon right now. But it looks like things are going our way.”

“You know,” I laid my head on his shoulder, “I have an idea for a Royai crack fic that involves all of Team Mustang.”

“Oh?” he chimed, “Care to share with the class?”

“Basically,” I explained, “It’s a day at the office. Breda, Falman, Fuery, and Havoc have a pool going, wondering when the colonel’s going to wise up and confess how nuts he is for Hawkeye. They all do little things around the office, trying to win the pool while sabotaging the others. The winner gets to be best man at their wedding.”

“Nicely done,” Julian applauded, “When did you come up with that?”

“Just now,” I smirked, “You’re not the only one that can come up with ideas on the spot.”

“That’s not fair,” he pouted, “You do this regularly. Speaking of things of the fan fiction nature, did you get any done today?”

“Fuck off,” I retaliated, “I was sick all day.”

“You had all this time to yourself,” Julian got judgmental, “What did you do all day?”

“Watched anime,” I mumbled.

“I’m sorry,” he nudged me, “I didn’t hear you. What was that?”

“I binged Fruits Basket!” I yelled at him, “I forgot how good of an anime that was! And I enjoyed every goddamn minute of it! I almost finished before you got home!”

“Then, why aren’t we finishing it?” he yelled back.

“Wait,” I stopped, “What?”

“Yeah,” Julian wrapped his arms around me, “What episode are you on?”

“The last four,” I cuddled into him, “Where did that come from?”

“I like fucking with you,” he smiled, “It’s fun. You get all angry and puffy and it’s adorable. You’re like a Chihuahua with a size complex.”

“Julian,” I growled, “You’re so lucky I love you.”

“Or what?” he kissed my cheek, “You wouldn’t do anything.”

“I could delete our pictures from your phone.”

“They’re already posted.”

“Dammit,” I thought a little harder. And a lot dirtier, “I could set Miku on fire.”

“You wouldn’t set Miku-chan on fire,” Julian figured, “You know better.”

“Do I?” I glared, “She gets the honor and privilege of cuddling my senpai every night. I’d go all yandere on her ass.”

All of a sudden, he got nervous, “You wouldn’t.”

“I would,” I stood my ground.

“Then, what’s to stop me from doing the same with Sebastian?” he fought back.

“He can be replaced,” I cringed internally. I love you, Sebastian. I don’t want anything to happen to you.

“What about Rin?” Julian pointed out, “Or Mustang? I don’t think you have any other dirty body pillowcases.”

“That you know of,” I stuck my tongue out at him, “I have one that’s been on back order for the past few months that’s supposed to be coming in soon.”

“Who is it?” he wondered.

“No,” I cut him off, “I’m not telling you.”

“It’s Noiz.”

“Nope.” It might be Noiz…

Julian thought some more, “Gray Fullbuster?”

“I’m not telling you, Julian.”

“No,” he mulled it over, “You’d be more of a Gajeel Redfox kind of girl. Can’t blame you. I’ve thought about what his massive arms would be like to lay in. Don’t get me wrong. Gray would be nice, too, but you’re small. Gajeel is huge in comparison. You’d feel like a baby with him.”

“Still not telling you.” Damn, he had me pegged. I was a sucker for a good pairing with a major size differentiation.

“Am I even in the right series?” Julian asked, “Is it someone from Fairy Tail?”

“Nope.” It’s someone from Dramatical Murder and you already guessed him. I turned on the next episode of Fruits Basket, “Now, I love you, but shut the fuck up.”

“What’s this one?” he settled down.

“Ritsu Sohma,” I beamed. I loved Ritsu. Ritsu was a spazz and when Tohru first met Ritsu, she thought Ritsu seemed like such a nice girl…only to find out that Ritsu was a crossdresser. I loved him, though. An absolute mess on legs. His curse was the monkey. Accurate.

And so, we began our evening together, curled up on the couch, watching the anime that got me back into this mess. I could’ve been more conventionally normal if I wouldn’t have turned on Fruits Basket. But honestly, I’m perfectly content with where my otaku life has gotten me. I’d be a part of a group cosplay by the weekend. I had my equally awesome otaku boyfriend. I couldn’t complain.

Gladys was right. To hell with what other people thing. I was in a good place. In fact, I was in a great place! Sure, I don’t have a job, but that doesn’t mean I won’t find another. One where I’m appreciated and my boss isn’t a sexist pig. Sure, I’m socially withdrawn, but that doesn’t mean I’m lonely. I had Julian and Veronica and Paul, to a certain extent. Because of my budding social life, I sent my mother a text, telling her I was crashing with Julian tonight. We’re working on a big project together.

Which wasn’t completely a lie. We were. I had a crack fic to write and maybe we’ll make it come to life together. I for one, thought that was a beautiful thing. I felt my phone buzz on my thigh with a quick text back from my mother.

Pulling an all-nighter?

I rolled my eyes at her ignorance.

Yes. I’ll be home after work tomorrow.

“What was that all about?” Julian wondered as I threw my phone on his coffee table.

“Giving my mother some peace of mind,” I told him, getting comfortable, “It is cool if I crash here tonight, right?”

“As long as you don’t try setting Miku on fire,” he stipulated.

“I won’t.”

“Then it’s fine,” he allowed, “About time, if you ask me.”

“You’ve stayed with me twice,” I reminded him, “I still have one time on you.”

“God, I can’t wait for Saturday night,” Julian looked down at me, “You have no idea.”

“Not the first time I’m clueless on a Saturday night,” I shrugged, “And I’m sure it won’t be the last.”

“This Saturday is special, though,” he cuddled me, “It’s very special. The one day we can’t forget.”

“The day we proved we can’t turn back,” I sighed, “The day we have to keep moving forward. Maybe on Saturday, I should burn the café down.”

“That’s preemptive arson,” Julian stopped me, “I don’t want to be an accessory.”

“I’m not burning the café down,” I promised, “I wouldn’t be that stupid. We have con season coming up and we have to cross state lines. Can’t do that if I’m in jail.”

“That’s my girl,” he kissed me, “Keep your thoughts of arson to yourself, salamander.”

“You calling me a pyro?” I pouted, “Because that’s your job.”

“What?” Julian scoffed, “You think it says Flame Alchemist on my business cards?”

“You have business cards?” I wondered.

“Yes, I do,” he confirmed, “When I’m doing cons and shit? Oh, hell yeah! I have people asking for serious commissions every now and then, so I’ll give them my business card and we’ll keep in touch.”

“Does it say Flame Alchemist on it, though?”

“Maybe…”

“You’re such a nerd,” I laid my head in his ribs.

“I know,” Julian played with my hair, “Don’t judge me.”

“No judgment from me,” I promised.

“I’m a whole lot worse than my otakuhood, you know,” he admitted, “Sci-fi. Fantasy. My favorite book as a kid was the Hobbit and the Lord of the Rings series.”

“You are a nerd,” I teased, “In all sense of the word.”

“Right down to the superhero underpants,” he assured.

“You’re not wearing superhero underpants,” I groaned into his side.

“You want to put money on that?” Julian pulled up the top of his boxers. That may or may not have Captain America on them, “Told you.”

“That’s nice, sweetie,” I patted his shoulder, drifting off a little.

“Are you getting tired on me, baby?” he asked, running his fingers down my back.

“A little,” I suppressed a yawn, “Why?”

“If you’re getting tired,” Julian brushed my hair out of my face, “We’ll go to bed. My doorways are pretty narrow, so if I’d have to carry you to bed again, I’d end up hitting your head on the wall.”

“I’ve been fighting a headache all day,” I whined, “If I could not hit my head, that’d be great.”

“Come,” he pulled me onto my feet, “Let’s go to bed.”

“Ok,” I was ready to clock out. I didn’t want to. I wanted to stay up with Julian a little while longer, but I guess I couldn’t complain. We were about to sleep together and he was kind enough to take Miku off his bed for me.

“Hey, Mimi,” Julian peeled his shirt off, “Do you want this before I throw it in the washer?”

“Are you really offering me your t-shirt?” I started feeling heat in my face.

“Yeah,” he shrugged, “Why not?”

“I’ll take it,” I threw Julian’s t-shirt on and dropped my dress around my legs, crawling in bed with him. His body felt so warm under mine. And right now, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.

“Good night, baby,” Julian kissed my cheek.

“Good night.”

#Sorry for Being a Closet Otaku #nanowrimo #nanowrimo 2016

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