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I've been roused seeing CatTac stuff. Horangi and König coming home late and hearing you scream. Not realizing you got jump scared from watching something on your phone/TV. What do, gimme the goods!! Respectfully 💖
Okay so this is where things get hairy, no pun intended. I'm telling you now that the guys go haywire. It also nearly blows their cover...
After a long day, you're ready to kick up your feet and relax. Your cats are back in your bedroom, snuggled together and napping on your pillow. You make sure they were all comfy before you walk out to the living room and decide to watch a good horror movie.
When a scream rips through the apartment, König and Horangi are up like a shot. Little do you know, they immediately shift into their human forms. König is about to thunder out into the apartment when Horangi grabs his shoulder. Horangi sniffs the air and tells König to do the same.
"Nobody's here," Horangi whispers to König.
König takes a sniff and nods back, "She might be hurt out there! We need to go!"
"But what about-"
"The more we wait the worse it'll be!" König whispers back harshly and lunges into action.
The two charge into the living room, thunderous footsteps accompanying them as they made their way down the hall. The moment they come into the living room König immediately drops down into cat form. Horangi, tailing behind him, follows suit and hurries over to König's side.
"False alarm," König meows to Horangi as Owner jumps to her feet.
"What the fuck!?" you yell as you scramble to your feet.
Horangi looks up onto the big screen. It's... It's a horror movie. It's just a horror movie. He glares at König.
"König you're fat, but you're not that fat are you?" you mutter as you walk over to the kitties.
König gives out an irritated mew as you scoop him up in your arms with a scowl.
"I... Okay, I thought I heard people running in my apartment," you mutter as you bury your face in his belly, "and now I'm talking to my cats? I think I need to call the doctor tomorrow..."
You turn off the tv and slink back to bed with a grumble, spooking at every tiny noise and flinching at every movement in the corner of your eye. You nearly dropkick Horangi when he tries to bat at you from under your bed. When you finally lie down in bed, you drift off to sleep pretty quickly. The adrenaline of the day finally hit in hard.
When Horangi and König are sure that you're asleep, they curl around opposite sides of your head in their cat forms.
"You stupid idiot," Horangi hisses, "you nearly got us busted!"
"You heard her scream!" König yowls back.
"Yeah, but you ran in there as a human," Horangi growls as he licks your temple, "what were you thinking?"
"Well, if she was getting attacked-"
"Nobody was there!!! We could've gone and checked it out as cats," Horangi huffs before nipping your temple. You swat him in your sleep and he hisses.
König nuzzles into your ear and sighs. He picks his head up to look at his best friend and lover.
"We need to tell her," he says sadly, "it's not fair to her."
Horangi folds his ears back, but he nods solemnly.
"Soon," he promises, "soon. But not tomorrow. She's giving us the fish patties tomorrow."
König swishes his tail irritably but nods in agreement, "Fish patties first, then we tell her."
"Whatever you say big guy," Horangi rolls his eyes and nuzzles back into your side.
They enjoy the silence and peace together, soaking in your warm scent as they slowly give in to sleep.
König raises his head one final time, "Is she even into polyamory? How are we gonna convince her to try a threesome with us?"
"König," Horangi growls, "go the fuck to sleep."
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The American Airlines debacle continues! We never got our partial refund so I'm waiting on a phone call from their customer service queue O-|<
If you heed anything from me let it be this, NEVER fly with American Airlines. Literally nothing but headaches and frustration and delayed flights for days...
#personal#gonna see about taking a nap but I'm also waiting on this phone call#I'll just...lay here then
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The Science Under Suggestion (Spencer Reid x Prentiss!Reader)
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Author Masterlist | Event Masterlist
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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Prentiss!Reader.
Summary: Emily's sister is now in DC and meets her sister's colleagues for the first time. She makes a special connection with Spencer, and everything looks perfect until it doesn't. Will her reasons bury any chance between them?
Word Count: 4k
Warnings: None.
A/N: Part of the "We are not gonna make it" writing challenge @babymetaldoll and I are hosting during October.
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I swear DC airport is bigger every time I step one foot on it. Maybe it's that or the ten-hour flight in my body doing everything extremely exhausting.
As I wait for my luggage, the only things I can think of are a bed and a nap.
Why am I here, though? Well, I'm starting a new job on Monday. After graduating, I stayed in California in a semi-formal position for a couple of months, but I thought it was time to change that.
Although I don't know anything about DC, my older sister has lived here for some years now, so she offered me a spare room and shelter until I could set up by myself.
And speaking of my sister, she is already waiting for me in the airport lobby.
"Bootsy!" she calls me to get my attention as I look around for her familiar face.
"Em!" I called back when I finally spotted her; I ran hazzardly, dropping my suitcases to hug her tightly.
Four years is a long time without seeing your sister. And even if we agreed at a younger age that we would live our lives on our terms, it doesn't mean we don't miss each other.
"It's so good to see you!" Her words are emphasized with a squeeze in our embrace.
"It's good to see you, too. And thank you for having me in your place. I swear I'll find somewhere to live as soon as I can."
Something I don't want to do is to impose; Emily has been thoughtful enough with me.
"Don't be silly. You can stay for as long as you want. Now, come on; I'm sure you fancy a shower and a nap right now."
On our way to her apartment, we use the time to catch up on the last months. As I recounted details about this job offer, she told me about her job as an FBI profiler.
It's funny in some way because even if we live apart and don't talk frequently, it feels the same as the last time we saw each other.
After a shower and a nap, I feel much better. When I look into the living room, I see Emily talking on the phone. "Today? Rossi, I can't. My sister just arrived DC."
Rossi? I think I've heard that name before.
"Okay. I'll ask her anyway."
Frowning still, I look at Emily once she hangs up the phone.
"The team is having dinner at one of my colleagues' house tonight. Come with me?"
I have never met my sister's colleagues, not even from when she worked at Interpol or the local police, much less those from the FBI. That doesn't mean she doesn't mention them from time to time. I know that the boss, Hotch, is serious and strict and that there is a certain Morgan who seems very nice. Emily has also told me a few times about JJ and Penelope and some of their nights out. She also mentioned an Italian man who is like the group's grandfather and the youngest member, who seems to be very intelligent.
"Are you sure you want me there? In a place full of FBI agents where I can embarrass you telling stories about your EMO phase?" I tease, making her snort.
"Ha. Very funny," Emily scoffs. "But I have to remind you it wasn't just a phase, okay?"
Finally, I agreed to go with her. Around 7 p.m., we took an Uber to Rossi's 'house,' which Emily claims is a mansion.
And it is.
And I can't hide my amazement when the owner greets us at the entrance.
“Welcome, my ragazzas! Please come in."
Despite its size, this house feels cozy. Each decoration seems to fit perfectly and makes you feel welcome.
After the usual greetings, Emily takes me to the patio, where laughter can be heard. I feel a little nervous; for better or worse, I will be surrounded by FBI agents who can intimidate anyone.
"Hey guys," Emily calls out, making the attention fall on us. "I want you to know my little sister."
I wave my hand sheepishly.
"Bootsy, this is Hotch, Derek, JJ, Penelope, and Spencer. I have to warn you, though, Hotch is my boss, so be careful about what you are going to say about me, uh?"
A collective laugh erupts from everyone.
"It's nice to meet you all," I greet with a smile that they kindly return.
"It's nice to meet you too," Hotch politely says.
"So you are Prentiss' little sister, uh?" The guy Emily called Derek quips.
"It's great you made it," JJ adds—she is the only one I knew by face from a picture Emily showed me some time ago.
"Bootsy? It's not your real name, isn't it?" The blonde my sister named Penelope asks me. I chuckle, shaking my head and saying my real name.
"But Emily has called me Bootsy since I can remember."
Everyone starts asking regular questions about me before turning to tell them some embarrassing stories about Emily. The only one who hasn't asked anything yet is the guy Emily calls Spencer. It's curious, though, because although he hasn't said a word, he seems very interested in listening to what I have to say.
From Emily, I know he is the youngest team member and very intelligent. What Emily forgot to mention is that, in addition to looking shy, he is quite attractive.
Tall, with messy curly hair, a jaw that could cut glass and gorgeous hazel eyes, it's clear he must attract a lot of attention.
I shouldn't be focusing on my sister's colleague like this, but Spencer is making it difficult for me.
Okay, Bootsy, it's not that terrible either. You are just 'admiring' this human being.
We stay talking until David Rossi announces dinner is ready. Did I say dinner? I correct myself; it is more of a feast.
Emily is sitting on one side, Penelope is on the other, and Spencer is in front. Why do I suddenly feel more nervous? As the conversation flows, I can't help but steal a few glances at him, and I can feel his eyes on me. What is he thinking? That I am a creep scrutinizing him with audacity? I hope he's not noticing it.
Dinner progresses, as does the conversation and the good time. It's refreshing to feel this comfortable. Now I understand why Emily feels so comfy with them.
At one point, I step out onto the patio to get some fresh air and feel the warm May night. It's different than the warmth you get in California this time of year. My eyes are fixed on the night sky when I feel someone behind me. I turn around and see Spencer looking at me curiously.
I frown and tilt my head in fake recollection.
"Spencer, right?"
Sure, like if I don't remember.
"Yes," he says, repeating my name like a question. I nod.
"Yeah. Or Emily's little sister or Mini-Prentiss. Whatever you think is best."
"Bootsy?" He asks, and I chuckle.
"Well, if you like that one, it's okay, too." A wide smile accompanies my answer.
He clears his throat and changes his weight from one toe to the other.
Is he nervous?
"Uh, did you know the word nickname is derived from the middle English' ekename,' literally meaning 'also-name'? They differ from pseudonyms, which are usually used to conceal one's identity. Actually-"
Spencer stops himself from speaking as if he realizes he did something wrong. With a crimson spreading on his cheeks, he starts to apologize.
"I'm sorry. I usually do this, and I know it's unrequited."
"What? What do you mean?"
"Spurting facts," Spencer says, pulling a face.
"You don't have to apologize for that. On the contrary, I find it interesting," I tell him honestly. "What else were you going to say?"
A shy smile precedes his next words.
"Well, nicknames played a significant role before the 13th century in England, where surnames were very uncommon. Physical characteristics played an important role in nicknaming, as people were identified by means of descriptive terms such as barefoot, brown, and Russell, many of which have become common surnames. Nicknaming in Portuguese and Spanish-speaking communities served as a means to distinguish between family members, especially those sharing both a first name and the family name."
Does he really know all that? Emily wasn't lying when she said he was the smart-ass guy in the group.
"Wow. I really didn't know that, and it's really fascinating. Do you study those things?"
"Uh. Ehm. No, but I usually know a lot of things."
Really dude? If so, I could listen to him talk about everything all night.
"That's cool, Spencer."
"Thank you. Uh - can I ask you something, though?"
"Sure."
"Why Bootsy?"
I chuckle. "Curious man I see."
"It's in my nature," Spencer says with a shrug. "But if you don't want to tell me, that's fine," he adds.
"No, no. It's okay. It's not a big deal either," I assure him. "My family says that when I was a kid and wanted something, I was unstoppable. I wouldn't stop chasing the person I wanted something from, and when my words couldn't persuade, I'd make my eyes look like the Puss in Boots cartoon. That's when Emily named me Bootsy. See? Nothing special."
A genuine smile crosses Spencer's face.
"What about you, Spencer? Something embarrasing to share with me?"
That's how we spend the rest of the night, glued to the hip, talking about everything that came to mind. It surprises me how easily and naturally the words flow between us. It's been a long time since something like that happened to me with someone.
Am I overthinking this connection?
I don't know, but Spencer has been nothing short of excellent company tonight. And although I would love to stay and chat with him for a while longer, it's time to go home.
After announcing my departure and thanking him for the night, he stops me before I turn to leave.
"Uh. I'm sorry. Maybe I'm overstepping, but I need to ask. Would - uh, would you like to grab a coffee sometime?"
It's hard not to notice the stutter in his voice and the blush on his face, and he's so adorable I want to kiss him right now. However, I restrain myself and flirtatiously reply that I would love the idea. I ask him to pass me his phone, and I write down my number. "Use it wisely," I tell him, winking before leaving after Emily, who is saying goodbye to everyone.
"Why so smiling?" Emily asks me while we are in the Uber riding back to her apartment.
"Me? I'm not," I refute, and Emily laughs.
"Sure you don't," she says with a knowing look.
In the days that follow, coffee with Spencer is a regular occurrence - as long as they're not on a case out of town, of course.
I think I've already told you the man is attractive. Well, now I have to say that's not even a quarter of what fascinates me about him. He's so caring and understanding, and I could listen to him talk for days.
I've also learned a little more about his story, mainly about his childhood and his career in the FBI. He also knows more about me, and I feel so comfortable that it scares me a little.
I think I like my sister's colleague. Scratch that; I definitely like my sister's colleague.
And I don't want to be cocky, but I think he likes me too. Now, the question is who will make the first move.
I don't have to wait long. Days later, at one of our regular coffee meetings, a no longer so nervous Spencer asks the question I have been waiting for.
"Will you go on a date with me?"
Did I make him wait for my positive answer? Of course not!
Our first date is going great. As always, our conversation flows naturally, and time flies. Spencer has been very gentlemanly, too much for my liking.
Well, if he made the first move, I can make the second.
As we leave the restaurant, I subtly take his hand and intertwine our fingers. Spencer looks at our joined hands and then at my face, and a big grin appears on his face.
We walk the blocks away from my apartment - Emily's apartment, to be precise - enjoying the warm night. We stop in front of the building.
"Here is me," I announce. Our hands are still laced.
"Yeah," he sheepishly acknowledges.
After giving his hand a loving squeeze, I reluctantly let go.
"I had a great night, Spencer," I say, keeping solid eye contact with the man. Those hazel eyes that are driving me insane right now.
"Me too," he whispers, not even blinking. "Can we do this again?"
There is nothing I want more than that.
"Of course we can."
"Great."
And we stand there, silently looking at each other, trying to figure out if there is anything else to say or do.
His eyes subtly fall to my lips, and it's like my heart stops. My breath catches in my throat, and only one thought plagues my head: Kiss him.
Slowly, he leans in, testing the waters. And I do the same to close the gap.
"Dr. Reid? Is that you?"
We both jump when we hear someone talking next to us. Spencer's flushed face turns to the strange, and his eyes wide in recognition.
"Anderson," Spencer mumbles, apparently the guy's name.
After snapping out of my daze, I watch as Spencer exchanges words with the man, but their voices are drowned out by the sound of 'Dr. Reid? Is that you?' in my head.
Dr. Reid? What? Is Spencer a doctor? It can't be!
The color drains from my face, and I don't know what to do. How did I never know that? I don't notice when the man walks away, and a worried Spencer is looking at me.
"There is something wrong?"
Yeah. Now everything is wrong!
"Oh. No. No. Nothing," I stutter. The only thing I want is to run. Escape.
I thought he was perfect. It is unfair.
"Are you sure?"
Of course, Spencer isn't convinced. I wouldn't be either. But right now, I don't care. I just have to get out of here.
"I'm sorry. I have to go," I say suddenly, turning quickly to enter the building. A stunned Spencer watches me go. In the distance, I hear him calling my name, but I don't stop. I run up the stairs. My hands are shaking, and there's a fog in my head that won't let me think.
Breathlessly, I open the door and slam it shut. I press my back against it as I try to breathe.
Oh God. Why? Why?
"Bootsy?"
I don't notice Emily getting up from the couch and approaching me with concern.
I can't talk to her now. I can't speak to anyone now. I go straight to my room with tears streaming down my cheeks.
It couldn't all be so perfect, right?
You've probably heard the phrase: 'They just wouldn't understand.'
That's exactly what I would say now. What seems inexplicable to people is, to me, the source of my dismay right now. After crying all night, I avoid Emily's questions and Spencer's worried calls and texts the next day and the days follow.
I feel bad for leaving Spencer in the dark, and I feel tremendously guilty because he feels responsible. Gosh, he didn't do anything wrong except be a doctor - I checked it on Google - three times!
I can't date a doctor. I just can't.
As the days go by, Spencer's calls and texts stop. I tell myself it's for the best.
The one who isn't willing to accept my evasions is Emily.
One evening, after returning from a case and seeing me on the couch with teary eyes watching The Notebook, she decides that enough is enough.
"The Notebook? Really? Okay, spill," Emily demands, sitting by my side on the couch.
I shook my head in denial. "There is nothing to say, Em. Stop it."
"Nope. I'm not stopping until you tell me why you are like this. Bootsy, I've watched you suffer in silence for days, and it breaks my heart."
Clearly, my words aren't convincing enough, and knowing Emily, she won't let this slide this time.
"What happened with Reid? Did he do something? Because if he did, I'm going to kill him," she threatens, and my eyes widen in horror.
"Emily! No!"
Her peril mode stops, but the frown on Emily's face doesn't disappear. I think it's time to come clean.
"Spencer didn't do anything wrong. It's the opposite, actually." I don't think this is enough clarification, but it's something.
"And that has you reeling? I don't understand."
I huff in frustration. I'm at one step to a childlike tantrum.
"Why he is so perfect?!" I whine, not having in me to keep my composure anymore. Emily's brows furrow in sheer confusion.
"Is he?"
"I mean, yeah! He is so sweet, so caring, and intelligent, and hot. It's unfair, for fuck sake!"
I can stay all night reciting all the good treats Spencer has, and I don't think I could cover them all.
"I don't know if I would say all those things about Reid, but okay. I still don't understand why that is a bad thing."
I roll my eyes. Do I really have to say it?
"He's a doctor, Em! Why is he a doctor?!"
I don't know if Emily's confusion can be greater than what she surely has at this moment.
"Is that a rhetorical question? You know people get a doctor's degree after finishing their PhDs, right?"
I sigh heavily, leaning my head back, eyes on the ceiling. Emily scoots closer, a soft but firm voice leaving her lips.
"Bootsy, you know I love you, but if you don't look at me and start explaining what's gotten into you, I'll have to slap you across the face, okay?"
Still sniffling, I straighten up and look at my sister
"I can't like him, Em. I swore never to date a doctor!"
"Why - What are you talking about?" Emily's eyes change from confused to concerned.
"Do you remember when we went to see that gypsy fortune teller?" My sister narrows her eyes, trying to remember.
"Yes, but that was a long time ago. Were we what? Ten years old?"
I nod, swallowing hard to keep at bay my emotions.
"I was ten, you were twelve. The thing is, I asked her the age at which I would meet the love of my life, and she told me she couldn't tell me. But what she did tell me was I should not fall in love with a doctor. If I did, I was going to suffer, and my life would be a total misery."
Emily's eyes are wide open now in disbelief. I knew this would happen, and that's why I haven't told anyone about this before.
"Bootsy, don't tell me you are doing this because of what a crazy old lady told you fifteen years ago."
"No! I mean, I didn't believe her at the time. But then Randall happened," I whine, downcasting my gaze.
"Randall? Who the fuck is Randall?"
"When I moved to California, I met a guy who was in med school. He was doing his pediatric specialty at the time. We dated. And he broke my heart. And after Randall, I dated Alex, who was doing his PhD in Sociology. He left me, too. After that happened twice, I remembered the fortune teller's words. She was right, Em, so I swore not to make the same mistake again."
"Oh Bootsy, why did you never tell me about those assholes?"
I shook my head in dismissal.
"You were with the Interpol at the time. I wasn't going to bother you with something like that."
"Fuck, Bootsy. You should have told me."
"Em, it's okay-"
"It's not okay! You have been harboring this 'karma' for years, completely unfounded." There's something in Emily's eyes that catches my attention. Regret? Guilt?
"What?" Emily grimaces, and I see her hesitate. Emily Elizabeth Prentiss hesitating? That's new.
"You were so obsessed with Doogie Howser when we were kids. You always said you wanted to be like him or that you were going to marry someone like him. And you talked about it all day long. When we went to the fair, my friend Samantha and I spoke to the fortune teller first and paid her to tell you what you heard."
Emily pauses to gauge my reaction, which I can't even identify. I'm confused, stunned, and hurt all at once.
"I'm so sorry, Bootsy. If I had known how deeply her words touched you and what happened to you afterward, I wouldn't have done it."
"But - but she was right," I mumble with a cracked voice.
"No, sweetheart, she didn't. You just met shitty guys. It's not your fault, and it shouldn't dictate your future either."
It takes me a while to take in Emily's words. What I believed for years was not true, even though the facts pointed to it being so. So what am I left with now? Was it always me making bad decisions?
"Spencer," I mumble suddenly. "Spencer must hate me right now. What did I do, Em?"
"I'm sure Spencer has a lot of feelings for you, but hate isn't one of them," my sister assures me. "And always you can blame on me."
"But Emily, it's so embarrassing. He'll laugh in my face when I tell him why I've been reacting like this these days."
My sister tells me again that Spencer will understand, but I need to talk to him. I must not let this opportunity to clear things up pass me by.
Without a second thought, I get up from the couch, grab my keys and my coat, and head out to explain this mess to Spencer. It's the least I can do, even if he kicks me out afterward.
Following Emily's direction, I quickly arrive in front of Spencer's apartment door. I stand there with my fist, ready to knock.
Breathe, Bootsy. Breathe.
I knock one, two, three times.
I hold my breath, waiting for an answer. The door slowly opens to reveal a confused Spencer.
"Hey," I say, releasing the breath I'm holding. Spencer scratches his neck, thinking what to say, I assume.
"Hi," he mumbles, and it breaks my heart because his voice sounds so unsure.
Come on, Bootsy. Say what you come here to say.
"Spencer. I'm sorry. I owe you an explanation. I know I don't deserve to be listened to, but please, hear me out. I swear I'll leave you alone after," I assure him. Quietly, Spencer opens the door for me to enter.
Closing the door behind him, he turns to look at me.
"Did I do something wrong?" he asks, and I want to cry.
"No! Don't say that, you didn't do anything wrong. I promise."
"So what happened that night?" Spencer asks, alluding to the night I ran away. "Was I too forward to try to kiss you?"
"No. It was all my fault. I swear. Can I tell you an embarrassing story?"
Frowning, he nods nonetheless, signaling to the couch for both of us to sit on.
After taking a deep breath, I recount the time I was 10, and with Emily and her friend Samantha, we went to a fair and saw a fortune teller.
As I go through the story of my failed relationships, I expect to see annoyance and disbelief on Spencer's face, but none of that happens. He listens intently, patiently waiting as I make up my own lines about how stupid it all was.
By the time I finish speaking, I avert his gaze, ready to hear his words of rejection. I'm prepared for him to kick me out of his house.
"You must know I'm a man of science, right?"
Here we go—the rejection.
I nod shyly and am surprised when one of his hands rests on my knee.
"Some scholars say that in order to demystify certain precepts, it is necessary to carry out systematic experiments to bring science under suggestion."
I frown and tip my head, trying to understand where this is going. A sheepish smile appears on Spencer's face.
"If you agree, I would like to refute what the fortune teller told you - even if it never was true and experience indicated it was - with evidence."
A slight blush creeps on my cheeks as he leans closer to me.
"And how can we do that?" I ask, eyes fluttering.
"Testing. Over and over again," Spencer whispers, his breath fanning my lips. "Are you interested? For science, of course."
My heart skips a bit, and the anticipation is killing me.
"Very," I manage to say, and I'm about to combust.
"Good," Spencer says before finally closing the gap between us with a passionate kiss.
His lips in mine must be the best science experiment I have done in my entire life. And maybe the first good decision that will change my bad luck in love.
Well, who would have thought? It looks like I can actually date a doctor after all. Spencer is confirming that fact for me right now, and I couldn't agree more.
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So of course we've all seen the smut where the ghoul eats you out while on your period...... and my question is this...... do you think that is strictly the ghoul thing? Because of the cannibalism? Or did Cooper prewar already have his red wings? He seems the type to do ANYTHING to make his girl feel better if you catch my drift. Just a thought 😂🤭
It's absolutely not just a cannibalism-related thing; while, ironically, I don't really see Prewar!Cooper Howard as someone who would really enjoy the iron-heavy taste of blood/very rare meat/game-type meat all that much, you are 110% correct in saying that he would do anything to make his partner feel better.
Plus, he's just a munch in general. If he wants to eat pussy, he wants to eat pussy now, not in 4-7 days. It being a little medium-rare doesn't bother him at all.
I didn't intend for this to end up this long. I just sat down to answer this ask real quick and suddenly I had like 2,500 words. I guess you could call it a spiritual prequel to "Bloodletting".
There are a lot of things you don't enjoy about being a person who menstruates. There are also a lot of things you don't enjoy about living in California, namely the summers with their unforgiving heat and brain-frying sun.
Menstruation in the California summer is downright unfair.
After a long day of enduring your body's seemingly intense resentment towards you, you feel disgusting when you finally make it to the home you share with your fiance and immediately drag yourself into a scalding hot shower. Cooper often likes to joke that you're trying to boil yourself in there, playfully chastise that it isn't good for your skin, but the way the heat seeps into your sore muscles is like a siren's call. Once the tap runs cold, you begrudgingly dry yourself, pulling your damp hair up and away from your neck and shoulders before rummaging through the medicine cabinet for something to hopefully ease the ache in your cramping abdominal muscles.
Too tired and sore to worry about scrounging up any food, you throw your still lightly-damp, nude body into your unmade bed and pull the top sheet around you. Normally, the thing would be nicely made before you left the house for the day, but since Cooper left long before you and it fell to you to do the making today, it simply hadn't happened. Cranky, you offer the sleeping dog curled up at the foot a few scratches on his sweet head before closing your eyes and getting in a short, fitful nap.
The familiar jangle of Cooper's keys in the front lock tugs you out of the dreamless void you'd fallen into at some point, and you smile briefly as you hear Roosevelt scuttle off from where he'd been watching over you towards the door. After a moment, you can hear the garbled greetings the older man gives his furry companion, the first step in his homecoming routine, with which you are now intimately familiar. The next step is to shed his boots and jacket, then to drop his keys and the mail on the small table inside the door.
"Honey?" he calls, footsteps moving your way. The two of you spoke on the phone around lunch and he had received a rather generous earful of your complaints.
"I'm here." you respond, turning to face the ceiling groggily as he enters.
"My poor sugar." he laments, the mattress sinking on one side as he sits down beside you, one warm hand patting your back sympathetically. Roosevelt sits briefly beside the bed, watching you curiously, but Cooper dismisses him to his bed in the living room softly, and the dog obeys quietly. "I'm gonna hop in the shower real quick. Can I get you something to take first? Or the hot water bottle, maybe?"
"I already took something, I'm just waiting for it to kick in." you reply, eyes closed as you try to soothe your abdominals with the warmth of your bare hands. "I would take the hot water bottle if you're offering, though."
You cuddle the warm sack of rubber he fetches for you, holding it snug against your stomach under the top sheet as you listen to the sounds of him quickly hopping into and out of the shower. When he emerges, you can see a faint amount of steam seep into the bedroom, as opposed to the thick clouds that typically roll out when you're finished.
"Feeling any better, sweetheart?" he asks, leaning down to kiss at your bare shoulder.
"Eh, sort of." you respond, smiling at the feeling of his lips on your back. The tickling feeling combined with the smell of his body wash encompassing you makes you clench a little, which both fans the low-burning coals in your gut that always smoulder around him and makes another cramp rip through you, sending you whining.
"Aww, poor thing." he coos, petting at your leg and knee. "Did you try anything else?"
"The stuff I took earlier is working okay, and the water bottle is nice." you say, setting the thing aside as you sit up to look at him. There's just a touch more white in the salt-and-pepper of his sideburns now than there was when you originally met him, but you find it very appealing. "I just wish everything wasn't so tight and tense, you know?"
"I hear you." he says, lips moving along your forehead. "I could try making you feel better, if you'd let me."
You chuckle in response, tossing yourself down flat in a dramatic display of exhaustion.
"If you can figure out how, be my guest."
Your words bring a massive grin to his face, and suddenly he's planted himself down between your knees, hands running along your inner thighs and rapidly up towards your mound.
"Cooper, what're you--" you begin, but he cuts you off with a gentle shushing and a light massage to your tight thigh muscles.
"Just lie back and let me help you." he says, lying down flat with his shoulders right even with your knees. He peppers kisses from your navel, down the little trail of soft, downy hair that leads to your mons before ghosting his lips back and forth, back and forth across the skin. It raises goosebumps on your skin almost instantly in anticipation.
"Honey." you huff as another cramp balls up in your middle at the sensation. "Don't tease."
"M'sorry, my girl." he apologizes. "I'll make it better."
Only a moment later, you're crying out as he spreads you open gently with his hands and finds your aching little bud with the tip of his tongue. He doesn't like rare meat all that much, from what you've seen, so you're not sure how crazy he is about the taste of blood, but he doesn't hesitate to slide his tongue fully along your wet, sensitive slit, using the wriggling muscle to worship every inch of you until your vision is full of stars.
The tension in your abdomen increases as he brings you closer and closer to orgasm, your legs quickly moving up to wrap around his head of their own accord, holding him tight in place with his lips and tongue against your clit. Eventually, you feel his fingers gently swiping around your entrance, and the gasp that leaves you when he slips two of them inside of you is echoed by a low groan from your partner. Your hands are knotted tight in the disheveled sheets, your hips bucking and grinding against Cooper's face like they have a mind of their own.
The rhythm he's playing against your bud increases as you whine and cry out his name again, and by the time he's made you cum for the third time, he's visibly grinding his hips against the mattress, licking and sucking at your skin until you tug on his hair for mercy.
His lips and chin are streaked in scarlet as he pulls himself back up, grinning down at you as he pivots to settle on his hip beside you, his warm, softly calloused hand hand still stroking your thigh lovingly as you ride out your last few scant shivers.
"Feel any better now?" he asks as he takes in your flushed cheeks and heavy breathing. You roll your eyes playfully, kicking softly in his direction, only to be undercut by him seizing your foot in his hand and peppering it with kisses, making you squeal with laughter.
"Alright, I feel a lot better." you admit when you finally calm down. You sit up a ways, nuzzling beneath his chin, planting wet kisses there and feeling him shiver in response. "But I still think you should have to split these stupid things with me. Or find a way to stop them, maybe. Write some scientists a check or something."
"Oh, I can stop them, sweetheart." he says bawdily, tucking his chin to tease your throat with his tongue as your hand moves to rest on his cheek. "For about a year, a least."
The hand resting on his cheek moves to the back of his head, threading into the thick, dark hair there and gently pressing there to usher him down towards you until your lips meet once more. He knows this is a hot button for both of you, and you want to chastise him for being such a tease. However, your mind is too foggy.
As he leans further towards you, tongue pushing deeper into your mouth, your hand is finally able to find what it's been seeking. His erection is already throbbing in your grip as you stroke him through his boxers, a groan seeping through his nostrils as he pulls back from your kiss. Despite this, you hook your leg around his hip the best you can, attempting to tug him back down between your legs.
"Coop." you whisper, pushing your hips at his.
"You don't have to do that, sweetheart." he says, eyes clenched as tight as his sudden grip on the bed sheets curled around his left hand. You know he wants to fuck you, that he needs to cum after everything he's given you; the evidence is in your hand. However, you also know he'll deny himself for your sake.
"Let me take care of you." you whisper, lips tracing along his throat as your hand continues to work him, concentrating your movements towards the tip and earning a genuine whimper from him. The throaty, vulnerable sound from him makes your entire gut clench, and your lips latch onto his stubbly throat, your tongue lathing his freshly bathed skin.
"I took care of you because I wanted to help you feel better. I don't need anything in return." he replies, his voice low and quiet as he strains to keep it even.
"I want you to feel better, too."
Your hand is fully stroking him again, and by the time you notice the growing wet spot near your hand, he's leaning down and forcing his tongue back into your mouth, sighing contently as he pulls himself back between your legs. One hand softly kneads your left breast, his weight balanced on his elbow and knee as he works his shorts down, kicking them off the foot of the bed absentmindedly.
A subconscious sigh leaves you as you drink in the sight of him, his leaking cock laying, flushed red and painfully hard, against his toned stomach. Trying your best to ignore the way he smirks at you, easy as you wrap your legs around his hips, his hand moving between you to guide himself teasingly along your entrance. You sigh his name when the head of him finally catches and sinks fluidly into your warmth.
Your tense pelvic muscles ache in protest for a passing moment as they adjust to him, to his weight pressing into you, but as you breathe deep, the stretch eases away some of the strain, leaving you sighing with relief as he begins to gently fuck you.
He's soft and slow to begin with, watching your face closely as you adjust to him, burying his face in your neck and latching onto it with his lips as you finally take him to the hilt.
"Oh, Cooper." you sigh, gripping hard at his shoulders as you grind your clit against his pubic bone, the soft texture of his pubic hair adding to the mountain of sensations he's making you experience. "I needed this so bad."
Your admission seems to only fuel him, groaning as his fingers move to strum at your clit again, pressing practiced circles around the swollen little nub just like you'd shown him to do. The rough feeling of the small callous he has on his trigger finger drives you absolutely mad with pleasure, making you tighten around him as you cry out.
"Fuck, baby, I've been thinking about this all day." he confesses in a low, hushed tone as his hips continue to slap against yours, still mindful of where his weight is placed over you, but growing steadily more forceful in his movements. Soon, he has you built up into a sweaty mess, crying out for more of his touch, more of him in general as he holds your hips tight.
"I'm gonna cum, Coop." you pant, face red hot and damp as the rest of you as he continues to work back and forth between your thighs. The sudden feeling of his white teeth, sharp and strong, digging into the crook of your neck makes you whimper, and the sound seems to teleport him right to the exact same spot you're in.
"Shit, me too." he hisses, lips and tongue still attacking your neck as his hips quickly lose their rhythm, driving hard into you once, twice, three more times before he pulls back and shoots his load all over your soft stomach, growling like a wild animal as jet after jet of thick, sticky cum coats your flushed skin.
Once you've both come down from your high, you wiping pitifully at your sweaty face as he extracts himself from you as gently as possible, hand threading through his damp hair, you both chuckle, lying on your sides facing one another at the foot of the bed, catching your breaths. He grabs for your hand like he always does after you make love, holding it snug in the palm of his own as you bask in the afterglow.
The only difference now is that there's an engagement ring on your hand for him to play with. Seeing it on you seems to make him swell with pride, and that makes you feel warm inside.
"How does a nice, hot bath and some takeout sound?" he asks eventually, running his lips along your forehead as his hands massage at your lower back.
"Sounds amazing." you smirk, pulling back a few inches to look at him mischievously. "But I already had a super long, hot shower when I got home. Is double dipping allowed?"
Smirking at your coy playfulness, he pulls you up into his lap and snug against his chest, both of you wincing slightly at the slick, wet feeling of the mess all over both of your stomachs. The man never fails to produce quite a bit.
"Normally, I'd say no." he fires back matter-of-factually. "But considering the circumstances, I'll allow it this one time."
"You did make quite the mess." you chastise, but your words are quickly interrupted by him quickly snatching you up, hefting you into the air as he takes a moment to balance you both before making his way into the en suite bathroom.
"Well, one could argue that the mess is at least partially your fault, but I'm willing to take responsibility for my part and help tidy you up." he chuckles as he carries you towards the tub. "I'm very thorough in my cleaning."
"Promise?" you chuckle suggestively.
"Promise." he winks.
#feeling this big time right now#thank you anon#cooper howard#the ghoul#cooper howard x reader#cooper howard x you#cooper howard smut#prewar!cooper howard#cooper howard headcanons#fallout tv show#fallout prime#submission
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Some sick!reader + Ellie headcanons I've been thinking about for you Ani <3
• You aren't too sure if it's a coincidence or Ellie is really just That girlfriend, but when you're feeling unwell, all her plans get cancelled out of the blue for her to lay on the bed next to you on her phone quietly glancing towards you from time to time to make sure you're happily enjoying the drink she fixed for you.
• She also goes above and beyond to distract you from the pain,- physical or mental; and probably talks to you to a point where you have to attack her with kisses all over her face for her to stop infodumping for a second and just enjoy the show y'all are watching
• Back rubs.. belly rubs.. arm caresses.. temple kisses.. small pecks.. knuckle kisses.. and boob holding for comfort??? Ellie-
• If you start to feel better by the evening, she tells you not to frown about the missed date and hand crafts a blanket fort "Girls night" as she likes to ironically call it and laugh about it(I'm a sucker for Ellie being traditionally girly dont look at me) She basically makes you watch old movies, does your hair and lets you paint her nails.
you don’t understand how happy this ask made me like omg. 18+ only due to suggestive content under the cut! expansion below (also featuring a couple of sneaky ai audios right at the end…) cw for vomit.
this is so cute i’m gonna cry you just understand all my daydreams!!! she’s so gf i love her… btw it’s canon that cups of watery, kind of awful tea ABOUND in your household when you’re sick and you don’t have the heart to tell ellie they’re bad. she’s looking at you and prompting you with her eyes to take a sip and you have to conceal your wince as you do it. “it’s good tea, right? dunno if i left the teabag in for long enough… google said two minutes. was that right? it’s good, right???” you wait for her to stop but she just keeps rambling and you feel so bad for her that you just have to nod along and swallow down the tea 😭😭
the infodumping… god, the infodumping. you’re just trying to focus on a show through your thumping headache as ellie drones “honestly, i think taissa did do it to allie on purpose, even if she doesn’t realise it-” until it gets to the point where you thwack her with a pillow and she pouts at you before pecking your forehead with her lips and snuggling down next to you.
also i see your boob holding and raise you tit sucking… because yes you’re sick but, well, ellie’s still ellie, and so of course she still wants to do horny things. she’d spring it on you right as you’re waking up from your mid morning nap, eyes all soft as she looks down at you all curled up in the little cosy nest of blankets she meticulously arranged for you.
“hey baby. you just wake up? i can make you another cup of tea if you want,” ellie offers happily. she must see the slightly apprehensive look on your face because her eyebrow crooks up as she continues: “or, well… i was thinking… what if i, like, sucked your tits? just a little? think it might help ease some of the aching… after all, my mouth is kinda magical, if i do say so myself.” you’re unable to contain your splutter at the terrible joke. ellie grins and keeps pushing it. “in fact, this might be a miracle cure!” she says with all the drama of someone announcing they discovered a new planet in the solar system. “you might never get sick again!” comes her next line, hands gesticulating wildly in the air as your chest begins shaking with unbridled giggles.
a fake depressive look turns your girlfriend’s lips down as she dramatically sweeps a hand across her forehead. “okay, maybe that’s a bit far… stop laughing at me. you’re gonna make yourself throw up again,” she teases, except you both seem to realise at the same moment that her last statement was probably true. your eyes lock as ellie dives for the sick bucket and you do in fact puke, her calloused hands holding back your hair from your face <3
as for girl’s night- i feel like she would probably make you a little mocktail because even though you’re not well enough to be drinking, cranberry juice is really good for you and lemonade is almost one of your five a day if you really think about it… and “mint’s basically a vegetable. like, it’s green enough, right?” when you’re forced to take the opposing side on the is-mint-really-a-vegetable debate she acts like you’ve just hit her with a hammer and insists on calling jesse to settle the matter.
“ok, i need your help with a super important decision,” ellie says, a stern expression on her face. the way her eyebrows are wrinkled in the middle looks extra cute, you think, and lean forward to kiss her. instead you’re met with a hand to the sternum and an angry glare. “damn. okay, important decision,” you agree, eyes lifting to hers in curiosity. your girlfriend sucks in a deep breath and you brace yourself… “should i paint my toenails green or pink?” ellie asks innocently. you feel like thumping her- why do i ever take her seriously?? you think, heart slowing back to its normal pace as you throw her a dirty side eye.
“wait, actually… that yellow looks kind of cool-” you cut her off with a thump to the head with your pillow. “OW!” comes her pained response, your lips tilting up into a smug smile as ellie shoots you a look of pure betrayal. “ok… OK!” THUMP! “i get it! no yellow…” the pillow lifts again as if to drive your point home for a final time and… THUMP! “ow! fuck! wait, why is your pillow so fucking solid?”
+ as promised, the ai audios… as i mentioned on my blog before, my bot isn’t anywhere near perfect yet so please excuse if these happen to sound a little funky!
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Overworked.
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Pairing: Leo valdez x gn!reader
A/n: Sorry for not posting a fic in awhile, I got a huge wave of demotivation (I'm also running a jason grace rp blog ( @jason-the-kabob ) )
Warnings: nothing!
Enjoy!
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When you walked into bunker 9, all you saw was a mad house.
Empty soda cans littering the floor, screws, scrap metal, and tools. Anything you would find in a hephestus kids' hands was littered around Leo Valdez's workspace in Bunker 9.
"Leo?" You called out after not seeing him in his usual seat. The reason you came into bunker 9 was to find leo after he missed lunch for the 4th time this week.
"Over...over here!" You heard his familiar voice call out. He sounded tired, worn down, frantic even.
You frown as you walk over to the source of Leo's call, where you find him rummaging through scrap pieces of metal and other machinery while mumbling under his breath.
"Uh, Leo? ... I brought you food." You said, your concern increasing with every mumble that escaped his lips.
"Yeah, yeah... thank you, I'll eat it later." Leo mumbled like he was in a trance. You were 95% sure he was going to forget about it until he accidently knocks it over.
You set down the plate of food on a nearby work table and grabbed Leo's arm to steer his gaze towards you.
Leo turned to meet your eyes. You saw the bags under his own half-lidded eyes and the pure exhaustion in them.
You immediately knew he needed rest. No matter how much he'll say 'he's fine' and 'doesn't need it'. Leo Valdez will be taking a nap, even if you have to knock him out.
"Leo." You said, your tone serious and yet concerned. Leo hummed in response, his attention focused only on you. Or at least, his eyes were solely focused on you. His hands were fidgeting with a piece of scrap machinery and metal.
"You need rest. You haven't slept in awhile—and dont try lying and saying you fell asleep while you were working, that does not count, Leo Valdez." You told him, looking him dead in the eye to try and get you point across.
Leo huffed and started on a ramble. "But—but i have so much stuff to get done! The demigod-safe phones, i-i just need to tweak a few things and then i promise I'll—"
You grabbed his chin, your face inches from leos, putting him in enough temporary shock to get him to stop talking. You could feel his breath spreading over your face.
"Sleep." Was all you said.
Leo whined but gave in.
He sleepily stumbled over to his couch in the corner of bunker nine which was covered in both pillows and blankets, plopping down on his back with a loud 'mmph!'
Leo looked to you with pleading eyes, and you knew what was coming next. You wished you would've left as soon as he hit the couch.
Leo made these grabby-grabby hands towards you with a whine.
"Cuddleeeee." He whimpered.
"Leo, this is why there are rumors spreading around camp about us having an affair or something."
"I don't care. C'mere or I'm not sleeping."
"Your siblings will find us here. They'll–"
"C'mereeee."
Well, you weren't just gonna let him die of exhaustion.
With a dramatic groan, you walked over to Leo, who was laying comfortably with half-lidded eyes and waiting for you to join him.
You sighed deeply before plopping down onto Leo's chest and wrapping your arms around his torso.
Leo's embrace was rather... warm. It was comforting, like how a home should feel.
Leo wrapped his arms carefully around you, tracing circles around your back. You shivered at the soft, yet hot touch.
You're a little glad you didn't leave so soon.
This was nicer than you expected.
You carefully nuzzled up into Leo's neck, triggering a shiver out of him.
Gods, he was so warm. Why was he so comfy? It seems a little abnormal to feel this much like a home.
"Maybe," Leo spoke all of a sudden, though his voice was quiet and sleepy.
"Maybe this should happen more often." He whispered.
You took In his words, slowly memorizing the way he pronounced every word subconsciously.
"...maybe. though, you shouldn't be one step into the grave next time." You retorted back, a little... relived he was just as eager for other moments like this.
You had never been more peaceful.
Leo chuckled. "Alright, alright. I'll take better care of myself. For you, love." He whispered into your ear, his breath hot against you.
"You...you better." You mumbled, a little thrown of course by the petname. You snuggled into him further like it was the only thing keeping the both of you alive.
Leo only chuckled, but you knew the truth.
On the inside, he was estatic to have this with you again.
And maybe, just maybe, something more.
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Finally, I finished a little blurb :)
#cleo.post#hoo#percy jackon and the olympians#pjo#percy jackson#leo valdez#annabeth chase#piper mclean#jason grace#hazel levesque#frank zhang#nico di angelo#will solace#percy pjo#pjo hoo toa#pjo show#my fic#jason grace hoo#leo valdez x reader#leo valdez x you#leo valdez hoo#pjo hoo toa tsats
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Le Capitaine
Summary:The reader gets a call from Kylian telling her important news
A/N: This can be part 2 to "suprise" the previous Kylian Fan fic I wrote or it can be it's own part it's up too you how you wanna read it
Also don't play the song yet I'll let you know when though
Kylian just left for the International break and he's meeting the rest of the French team today for the first time after the world cup, I'm sitting in the living room scrolling on my phone while eating my chocolate chip cookies,that rest on top of my bump
Kylian was so happy to leave the house and meet his teammates, he wouldn't shut up about how excited he is to see them again
As I'm scrolling on my phone I see that the FFF has posted on their Instagram story
I see the reel of the players arriving
That's until I see Kylian
Wearing, his Jean's, turtle neck ,shades and nikes with a long coat
I'm so glad I picked the look out for him because he looks more handsome than he usually looks, instead he wanted to wear sweatpants and a hoodie
Before Kylian left (play song above)
"Put those back in the closet"
"No, I'm putting them on"
"Kylian"
"Fine"
He puts the clothes in the closet and walks out asking
"What must I wear then?"
"Here I already picked out your outfit while you were in the shower"
"Ooh this looks nice"
"I know, now go get dressed"
He grabs the clothes and starts walking to bathroom until he stops in his tracks
"What, what is it"
He turns around and runs towards me, grabs my face and starts kissing my face,then he bends down,lifts my shirt up and kisses my belly
He looks me in the eyes and says
"J t'aime"
"J t'aime Aussi,what was that for?
"I'm just thinking how lucky I am to have you in my life"
"You're so corny" I say with a bright smile that can't resist giving
"Whatever"
"Now go get dressed" I say and I push him to the bathroom"
I finish packing his clothes and zip his bag up and putting it on the floor
Then I feel my stomach get kicked from the inside
"Ooh" I say putting my hand on my stomach
"What is it?" Kylian asks
"She's kicking" I say
"Can I feel"
"Yeah"
I sit on the edge of the bed and Kylian goes on his knees and in between my legs , then slightly lifts my shirt up"
He puts his hand on my belly and the baby starts kicking where is hand is
Kylian slightly laughs and looks at me
I smile at him and he does the same
"Hey little one, are you giving your mom trouble? Huh, I can already tell you're gonna be a hand full when you get here"
"I can't wait for you to be here, you're gonna have the best mom in the whole entire world, she's gonna love you to death, and I'll be here to protect you from the dangers of the world, I promise, to always try to keep you happy and love you no matter what happens, and we promise to support you and your dreams and wishes no matter what they are"
As I hear Kylian speaking I end up crying,I don't know what it is but I think it's my hormones
It warms my heart to hear him speak like that
I know it won't be easy being a mother and all but I know that if I have Kylian, it'll be manageable
He stands up and towers over me and looks me in the eyes
He wipes my tears away and pulls me up, and kisses me
"Don't cry, you're suppose to be happy"
"It's tears of joy"
He kisses me again and wipes my tears
I pull away and sniff a little
"Ok,come on you're gonna be late"
He grabs his bags and rolls them downstairs
"J t'aime"
"J t'aime mon Amour"
He kisses me one last time and with that he's out the door
Present Time
I get off the couch and head to the room to take an afternoon nap
2 hours later
My phone ringing wakes me up
I see that it's Kylian face timing me
"Amour?"
"Oui, what happened is everything fine"
"Yeah everything's fine, everything is great"
"Oh then what is it then"
"I have very big news"
"What is it"
"Wait are you ok you sound down"
"Yeah I'm fine I was just sleeping"
"Oh, sorry"
"It's fine, now tell me the big news"
" ok I didn't want you to hear it from Social Media, so I wanna tell you now"
"Ok?"
" so I just got out of a meeting with the coach and he said I'm gonna be the Captain of the Team"
"What?, are you joking?"
"No I'm being serious they're announcing it in a few hours"
"Babe I'm so happy for you and I'm proud of you as well"
"Merci, I miss you so much"
"I miss you too but we'll be together again, I promise"
"Yeah, I know"
"Kylian, come on bro we gotta go" I hear someone in the background say
"Ok babe I gotta go, but I love you and I'll see you soon, ok"
"Ok"
"Give the baby a kiss for me"
"Love you"
And he hangs up
I sigh again and go to the kitchen to go make food for myself
The rest of the day is spent watching movies and serial Killer documentaries
The next day Fayza comes and picks me up and we head to the airport
We're suprising Kylian at his match tomorrow
"So hows my gran baby" she ask when we're on the plane
"She's fine she's been kicking a lot recently"
"That means she's healthy"
"Have you been ok though, I know how all this can strain you, I don't want you to be stressed it's not good for you and the baby"
"Yeah I'm fine, I don't know honestly, I'm really scared though"
"Of what?"
"Being a mother, and Kylian is not going to be there most of the time he's going to be training and playing matches and I don't blame him, and I know he's gonna want to spend as much time with her but still, I don't want to be alone"
"You won't be alone, you'll have me and I'll be there for you every step of the way"
I look at her with tears my eyes and she pulls me into a hug
"Thank you Fay"
"No problem sweety"
After we arive we head to the hotel and I immediately want to sleep
"Get some rest I'll see you in the morning ok?:
"Ok, goodnight Fay"
"Night sweetheart"
I head to my room and fall asleep the minute my head touches the pillow
The next morning Fay and I are watching our favorite series because the game is only tonight so we'll only get ready a bit later
In the meantime Fay and I are having a girls day in the hotel
"Are you excited to see him playing"
"More than excited, I can't believe he got picked to be captain"
"Yeah me too"
Later in the day
"Are you ready to go"
"Yeah, let's go"
We had to car and and drive to the Stadium
When we get there we find them warming up and doing they're warm up routine
I take my seat next to Hugo
"Bonjour"
"Salut, Hugo, ça va"
"Tres bien et toi"
"Bien"
"Salut Fay" he greets Fay
"Bonsoir ,ça va"
"Bien"
We hug everyone else and we watch them carry on with their routine
"They were just here like 30 minutes ago, they came to say hi
"Oh it's fine we wanted to suprise Kylian anyway and we don't want him to see us yet"
"Aww how sweet of you"
"Yeah"
"He's lucky to have you in his life"
" so am I"
The match starts and we watch with our full attention nobody saying a word
But half time We're 2 point up and the Netherlands haven't scored
At the end of the match we won 0-4
To say I was proud of Kylian would be an understatement
His first debut as Captain of France and he's scored 2 out of 4 of the goals for France
I see him celebrating with his teammates
He faces Hugo and Raphaël and gives them a Wave
Until he spots me at first he looks like he can't believe it then reality sets in and he runs towards us and I run towards him to give him a hug
"DON'T RUN YOU'LL HURT YHE BABY" he says with a smile o his face
But I don't care u just run even faster into his arms
"You're here, you're here, you're here, how are you here"
"You didn't think I'd miss your first Match as Captain did you?"
"I thought you were at home"
"Nope I came to support my husband"
"I love you so much"
"I love you more"
"I really am lucky yo have you in my life y/n"
"And I'm happy I'm in it"
#football fanfic#romance#world cup#x reader#fan fiction#football#love#soccer fanfiction#imagine#kylian x reader#kylian imagines#kylianmbappe#mbappe x reader#mbappe#married#romantic#reader#french#fanfiction#france#fanfic#fan fic#footballfanfic#French captain#kylian mbappé#lovers#fluff#kylian fanfic#kylian mbappe#kylian mbappe fanfic
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★~My Forever~★
{Rating: holy f*ck that's alot of Fluff}
{Warnings: Fem!Reader, Reader owns a Cat named (Whatever you'd like, so it'll be titled as "C/N (Cat Name)" just so you know!), Swearing, Anxious Cody, Nightmares, Comfort, Kissing, Crying.}
{Pairing: Dashing Cody Rhodes x Fem!Reader}
{Summary: Cody Drifts into a dream at his desk that terrifies him to the bone and he thinks his worst fear has happened when he awakens to silence in the entire house}
[Y/N's POV:]
It was Noon, Cody was Busy in his office and C/N was asleep, I was superrrrrrrrr boreddddddd, so I figured while C/N was napping and Cody was Busy. I'd go get some stuff for dinner.
I grabbed my keys and headed towards my car, I got in and started driving to the store.
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When I arrived at the store, I thought about what Me and Cody could have for dinner. I thought about hoagies, Steak, Chicken, Pork, Soup, Spaghetti, Pizza, Burgers, Ham. Fuck, even eggs.
I settled on Spaghetti with Meatballs, so I began to pick up all the ingredients I needed for this dinner.
I figured Cody would also like that one cheese I buy, so I picked that up too!
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[Cody's POV:]
I kept a eye on the clock, but eventually after sixteen pages of writing. I fell asleep at my desk, how unprofessional.
[The Dream POV:]
I wandered endlessly around the house, looking for Y/N, she wasn't anywhere in the house.. I was beginning to panic, I looked in our room. The living room. The bathroom the kitchen, Hell even the Basement and Attic. I Ran outside to see her car gone, I broke down on my knees with a hearty sob.. my beloved had left me forever..
[Cody's POV:]
I awoke with a fright, I screamed but cut it off with a exhale. I got up and decided to go look around to ensure Y/N was home and it was just a nightmare, I Checked our bedroom, the kitchen, the bathroom, the Attic and Basement, she wasn't there.. i checked out in the garage and sure enough her car was gone.. I thought my nightmare came true, I walked back inside and went to my office, I grabbed my phone and called her
"Hey Babe? You there?" I asked
"Yes Cody, What's wrong?" She spoke
"Where did you go? I had.. that dream again, I'm worried you left me for good...." I said
"Cody, Dear I'm just at the store, I didn't leave forever I'll be home in a few minutes I literally just got in my car-" she answered
"Thank God..." I spoke under my breath
"By the way, how does spaghetti with meatballs and That cheese you like sound for dinner tonight?" She asked me
"That sounds delightful honey, I'll be waiting for you to help with groceries" I said
She hung up as I heard her car start in the background before she hung up.
I was still slightly anxious about that whole nightmare, despite having it a couple times before.. it still terrifies me..
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[Y/N's POV:]
I drove home swiftly, after I hung up on Cody, I knew tonight was gonna be a little tough since he'd be scared of me leaving I'm the middle of the night which I'd never do..
I arrived home and he was standing there waiting for me.
I ran up to him, and kissed him.
"See darlin' I'm back, don't worry.." I spoke
He smiled widely and hugged me
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I made us dinner and then snuggled up with him on the couch, C/N joined us too, we all fell asleep together on the couch watching some random movie.
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The next morning I made breakfast since I got up before Cody.
"Hey wait! You're making breakfast without me?" He pouted
"Yes because you didn't get up early enough, plus if you keep hogging the blanket when we snuggle, I'm taking your hoodie" I smiled
"How dare you!" He sighed before joining me to make waffles
#wwe raw#wwe fanfiction#wwe smackdown#dashing cody rhodes#cody rhodes fic#cody rhodes fanfiction#wwe
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Hi I just came across your pinned post and I was wondering if you could write like a short huskerdust sickfic with hurt/comfort?
Just no one really writes sickfics about them and I just like reading about one person being clingy or something while sick and the other person taking care of them ;-;
If you're not comfortable with sickfics I understand :3!
It's been a few weeks since the new hotel was built, angel dust just got home after a long shoot and went straight to the bar where husk resides.
"mm hey husky, can I get a-"
"sex on the beach?, as always" husk grabs his bottle and started making the cocktail.
"you know me so well husky~" Angel dust leaned onto the counter looking flirty as always.
Husk gave the drink over to angel and just stood there and watch him drink it.
Before angel could drink it he suddenly freezed and sneezed, making him spill his drink.
"woah there legs, that sounds serious are ya comin down with something?" Husk got closer to angel and put his hand and angels forehead obviously catching the spider off guard
"your heating up you should get to bed, give me that" the cat demon grabbed angels drink
"aww what are you gonna take care of me and put on a hot doctors outfit~" Angel played with husks wings
"c'mon no time for kidding" husk put his hand out waiting for angel to hold it
"aw got soft there huh whiskers?" Angel smirked and held husks hand
They arrived at angels room husk making angel get on his bed
"c'mon now legs just get on your bed and rest"
"aww I liked flirting with you tho" angel got on his bed and husk felt his temperature again
"Jesus Christ, your burning up quick how the hell did you get sick?"
"mm maybe it was because the scene we did was like havin sex in the rain you know, wasn't actually rain, Val didn't really let me dry off immediately" slowly after fat nuggets waddled over to angel
"son of a bitch of course he's the reason your sick" husk thought to himself before heading to angels wardrobe to grab something for him to change into
"here get changed its not good for you to sleep in those" husk handed over the clothes to angel
"aw you gonna watch me change husky~?" Angel started to unbutton his shirt as he watched husk leave the room
"in yer dreams legs, you have my number just call me if you need help-"
"wait, don't go yet stay please I don't want to be alone" angel looked sincere so husk stayed but looked the other way from him.
"hah just cuz your sick don't mean I'm gonna wear your frilly dresses"
"didnt catch you for the clingy type" husk just scanned angels room, from the various posters from the movies he made and also posters of him as a drag queen.
"what's so fun bout dressin up as a girl?"
"it's fun, feels freein barely get to feel that y'know, yeah I like bein a boy but beein a woman is nice too sometimes maybe you should try one of my dresses"
"hah, no I'm not wearing your frilly dresses"
Angel laughed and husk did soon after.
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Angel woke up from his nap seeing husk beside his bed just scrolling through his phone and angel reached out and held husks hand
"oh- how are you feeling?" Husk stopped what he was doing and faced towards angel and rubbed angels hand
"heh your acting like my boyfriend~" angel leaned his head up
That comment made husker blush "tch- just lay down"
"you didn't deny it~"
"shut up!" Husk blush turned a bit more red
Angel laughed at his reaction while still holding his hand. Slowly after husk smiled at him and just sat there talking with him.
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Hey hoped you liked this I tried my best sorry if it's a little weird I never did this type of fic before
#huskerdust#husk x angel dust#angel dust x husk#hazbin hotel husk#hazbin husk#hazbin angel dust#hazbin hotel angel dust#angel dust#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel charlie#hazbin hotel fanfiction#hazbin hotel fanfic#hazbin hotel alastor#hazbin hotel lucifer#hazbin#hazbin fanfic#fanfiction#hellaverse#vivzieverse#vivziepop#lucifer morningstar#alastor the radio demon#hazbin alastor
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KARASU TABITO + BOYFRIEND HEADCANONS
hey guys i'm back. i hate physics yeah. anywys today i provide u with karasu hcs
includes : karasu
A/N : my opinions only!! i haven't really been keeping up with blue lock as much lately bc school. tomorrow is our last day before spring break i can't wait. also i won't be able to update much bc my tumblr is having issues w/posting so i'm gonna have to figure it out soon. might be a little shorter
KARASU TABITO
first and very much foremost karasu is a cutie <333 but he has retained his fourteen year old mid-puberty humor that he had back when he was a senior in middle school.
he loves nicknames and will call you anything, he somehow gets away with it even if it's something very out of the ordinary and stuff. he mainly just calls you your name with '-chan' after it or shortens your name.
a big sap, and sometimes when he's in the mood he'll refer to you as sweetheart, or even honey, kinda like an old man. his whole switch just fuckin' flips it's adorable.
likes to do what he enjoys with you. especially if you are willing to play soccer with him, his heart just does flips the whole time. he teaches you how to dribble and stuff, if you already play soccer he'll challenge you to a match.
if you play another sport he'll take time to learn about it and pretend to know nothing and have you teach him. he'll practice in secret before you even show him anything so that you think he's a genius. but sometimes he'll slip up and say things before you teach him and he has to admit it that he has been searching shit up
tweets about you all the DAMN TIME. like literally it blows up his follower's phones. especially on his spam account for you, which has only you and eita on it. so like during class eita's phone is just vibrating while karasu types away on his phone
isn't really a pda guy. prefers to keep physical affection to a minimum in public, unless of course there's not a lot of people. it's not because he's ashamed of you but rather he gets shy when doing that stuff in front of people who aren't eita. also because he knows some people don't want to see it.
likes to send you good morning and good night texts. and they're always small paragraphs, sometimes they're about how much he appreciates you, or about his day, something he's looking forward to or something he wishes didn't happen. he's quite open with you.
loves going on simple dates, like walking in the park, hiking, just driving around or going shopping together. it gives him some sort of butterflies that just don't calm down, they give him a taste of the married life.
loves napping/sleeping with you. loves that when he wakes up you're the first thing he sees in the morning, and it makes him want to marry you even more. so when he had to go to blue lock he was very disappointed, but he face times you every moment he gets so it isn't too bad.
knows that communication is key and will try to fix misunderstandings. he doesn't like it when things aren't right. he especially hates it when you get mad at him or if you think he did something wrong.
isn't afraid of breaking up with you, but while you guys are dating he'll treat you very well. lowkey he's the type to switch around his lovers once he gets bored ngl.
doesn't know how to fucking comfort u at all when you're sad. so he either just holds you or ignores you until you "feel better". so that means you have to pull yourself together sometimes.
fighting with him is a pain because he doesn’t like to make you cry, but he also hates losing and it doesn’t matter who he’s fighting with he has to win. So that means he will fight with you as if you were just another girl and not his girlfriend
all in all he’s an okay boyfriend, nothing too outstanding besides his looks 6/10
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What would happen if reader pursued Leona by singing Never Ever Getting Rid Of Me?
Now this is a fun idea! Happy to do it! Sorry it took so long though. Had a bunch of other asks and ideas to get to. Thank you for your patience!
super fun song! Go check it out if you haven’t already! Also lazy Leona with an energetic and stubborn s/o is an amazing dynamic!
for once mc was the one in-charge of the music potion. Recently they had been acting more and more on their feelings for the lazy dorm leader Leona. Despite the trials he went through and being talked behind others backs with a power no one appreciated, he still found pride in himself and the energy to stand up for himself.
mc always admired that aspect of him, they could see a soft side under his tough guy act. They were going to get it through his thick skull that they weren’t going anywhere unless it’s in a relationship with him. And they had the perfect song for the occasion from their world.
They let themselves into the lounge area noticing Leona taking his usual afternoon nap by the side of the water. They quickly pull out a bouquet from behind their back and drop it in front of the lion man with a smirk. he growls as he opens his eyes to see you and the flowers just in front of himself. His eyes widened before narrowing. “This supposed to be some sort of gift herbivore?” They shake their head before pulling out a potion and downing it. He pulled himself off of the ground growling. “If this is some sort of joke herbivore, you can just take the mixed bouquet and leave!” He growled before his ears flattened a bit. “just leave.” He grumbled.
“leona” his ears perked at how softly they said his name. Looking a mix of disappointed and loving. Suddenly music started around them and they smiled at him as they began to sing. “I will never let you let me leave I promise I'm not lying!” “Go ahead ask anybody who has seen me trying!” They motion to Ruggie who rolled his eyes as he nodded along. “I'm not going, if it seems like I did I'm probably waiting outside.” They smile as hey start to move to the very bouncy music around leona. He watched them a bit uneasily still unsure what exactly they were doing.
“Such a stubborn person you'll likely never meet another” they puffed out their chest in pride as they smiled. Leona rolled his eyes at this. “When we’ve got an overblot you can’t ask any other” “i’m the best! you'll learn more about me on my family history test!” They giggled and smirked at how prideful that verse sounded.
“I'm gonna do this right!” They bow before leona their smirk changing to a genuine smile. “Show you I'm not moving Wherever you go, I won't be far to follow!” They sit next to him and lean into his side. “Oh, I'm gonna love you so! You'll learn what I already know I love you means you're never, ever, ever getting rid of me.” Leona stares down at them as they smile up at him from against his side. He scoffed a bit and turned away, trying to control his pounding heart.
“You can try~, oh, but I~” mc sang softly next to him as they gripped his arm. “I love you means you're never, ever, ever getting rid of me” they stand up and sway infront of the lion man as he struggled agains his own want to pull them back to his side.
“Ready to stop?” He grumbles at them
“Not quite, im confessing infront of everybody!” They say dancing as Cater cheered as he popped up from the doorway with his phone out, obviously recording the spectacle.
“What?!” Leona roared. His anger only calming as mc grabbed his face and got him to look at them and only them as they continued to sing.
“I grew up a lonely child in the suburb of the city.” Leona’s attention was back to them since they usually never shared their backstory. “Spent my days alone my only friend was a stray kitty, called Sardine” they giggled a bit at the memory. “I thought it was hilarious to call a cat a kind of fish” Leona chuckled at how they smirked at him. “She played hard to get hissing while she scratched me” they elbowed Leona’s side a bit as he frowned at their words, scanning their hands and arms for the faded scratch marks. “What she was trying to say was "mc come and catch me"” they smiled in pride and Leona rolled his eyes at their thought process. “I learned quickly, that perseverance stood between a cat and his new best friend, me!” Hey spun around Leona. A bright smile matching the one when he fist didn’t push them away from his usual napping spot. Leona was fighting to not match their smile with a smirk of his own.
“Oh, I'm gonna do this right Show you I'm not moving” they moved to hug his side and he stiffened as his tail swayed happily behind himself. “Wherever you go, I won't be far to follow” they smile up at him and he gently shakes them off looking away and fighting the warmth crawling up his neck. “Oh, I'm gonna love you so You'll learn what I already know!” They Steve back from him and put their hands behind their back. “I love you means you're never, ever, ever getting rid of me” they shove the Bowie back into Leona’s hands as he looks somewhat unimpressed at it.
“When you say never?” He led them on, playing along with them for now.
“You can try~ oh, but I~” mc sang back leaning toward the lion man.
“I love you means blah blah blah yip yap yap yap now get on with it!” Ruggie called out tired of seeing the two dance around each other for so long. Mc giggled before turning to Leona with a more serious look.
“I can try~, but I~” they sang once more. Voice so full of love that it set Leona's heart ablaze. “I love you means you're never, ever, ever getting rid of me!” They exclaimed at the music stopped. They stood infront if Leona panting a bit from their dancing and singing from before. Leona was silent for a few seconds and he watched as mc looked a bit disappointed or upset at the stretching silence and his lack of a reaction. He sighed, breaking the silence.
“Tch, if ya wanted to confess so badly how about a kiss then herbivore?” He teases. Their face warmed at the remark but to leonas surprise and delight they pulled him down by his collar and kissed him hard and quick. Pulling back with a victorious smirk of their own.
“does that work for you, your highness?” They teased a bit. Leonas faced flushed at the nickname and he quickly pulled them back to his chest glaring at the others watching them. They quickly got the message and left, leaving Leona and mc alone together.
“you know you won’t be able to take this back herbivore.” Leona said seriously scanning their eyes for any hint of remorse or hesitation.
“you never ever getting rid of me leona.” They said smiling st him, eyes full of light and love that had Leona greedily pulling them closer to kiss them. Thanking them and pouring all the things he couldn’t bring himself to say into the kiss. They eventually pulled away with a small gasp and pushed their forehead against his, humming happily. Both now content to enjoy the others company as they figure out their new relationship together. They were never ever going to get rid of each other.
#my stuff#parody#twst parody#twst#twisted wonderland#my writing#hope you like it!#it was a lot of fun to write#LOVE this song so much#it’s so bouncy and fun!#thank you#asks#Leona x reader#Leona#twst x reader#songfic#this for so warm at the end#yippee#thank you!#twisted wonderland mc
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Feeling Dysphoric (Crosshair x AFAB! NB Reader)
Rating: T Pairing: Crosshair x AFAB! NB Reader Word Count: 697 Summary: You're feeling dysphoric about your chest because you haven't gotten top surgery yet so your introverted boyfriend tries to comfort you CW: Dysphoria, also my brain has designated Crosshair a secret softie under the grumpy exterior so here y'all go it's some softie Crosshair Note: As a (sadly) AFAB nonbinary person myself with the same issue (even though I have been called flat a few times but hey, accidental validation?), this felt right to write, and I also need a healthy dose of fluff with Crosshair in it for no reason
Also random thing I was listening to the Undertale soundtrack as I was writing this and that shit's a fucking vibe bro
Every time. Every fucking time you look in the mirror or have to look down at your chest, that long-familiar dread fills you up.
You'd already consulted a doctor about top surgery, and you were waiting to see what they'd say. For three months. Even at the beginning, your dysphoria had never been this bad. Maybe it's the anxiety about the call being mixed in, but you aren't sure. You're just scrolling through some random feed on your phone when you feel a kiss to the top of your head, and you smile despite your earlier gloom. "Hey. Done with your nap?"
You would've joined Crosshair for his nap—and his cuddling, which despite his grumpiness, he gives really good cuddles—but you're so wired with anxiety that you can't sleep. "Yeah." he mutters, voice taking on a drowsy quality from being asleep for so long as he puts his head on your shoulder. "You should've joined me. Spotter did, and she snuggled up to my side."
Spotter is your guys' cat—a two-year old female calico with amber eyes and a bit of a vocal disposition. She's also really cuddly and despite Crosshair's initial grumbling about getting a cat, you and him both know he loves her to death. "That sounds nice." you reply, a little listless. "You get the call yet?" he asks, seemingly picking up on your gloom. He's been with you every step of the way for this, and has become the number one supporter of your gender identity, unlike the bigots and sycophants from your high school days.
You sigh a bit as you shake your head. "Not yet." you mutter, a little dejected, before feeling silky fur in your lap. You look down, being painfully conscious of your chest, and you smile as Spotter settles down. Her purring settles you a bit as you pet her soft fur, though it doesn't do much. Crosshair hums a bit and takes his head off your shoulder. "I'm gonna go make us some ramen." He runs a soft hand along your jawline before going to the kitchen. "Be right back."
After about four minutes, he comes back with two packs of ramen (those pre-made containers) of your guys' favorite spicy beef ramen, along with forks. Spotter's still in your lap, so it's a feat to make sure she doesn't eat your ramen. Crosshair hands you your container and you smile a bit, as you dig in and he sits beside you. "Bones marathon?" he asks.
"Bones marathon." you agree. Bones is your guys' favorite show, and you're currently on season 8, episode 6 out of 12 seasons. You grab the remote, he puts an arm around you, and tucks you close to his side. You guys stay like this for a few hours, binging, cuddling—Spotter moves to a space between your bodies where there's the most body heat—and finishing your ramen. When your phone buzzes with a call in your pocket, you pause the episode, grab it and pick up. "Hello?"
"This is Mx. Y/N L/N, right?" the doctor's voice has you almost dropping your phone. "Y—yeah, that's me." you stutter, anxiety ratcheting your pulse up and making your leg bounce.
"Sorry it took so long to get back to you on your consultation about top surgery, but we have an opening."
Your jaw almost separates from your face. An opening. "F—for real?" you ask, trying to make sure you're in reality right now. The doctor chuckles good-naturedly on the other end of the line. "Yes, for real. When are you available for an appointment?"
After the whole appointment planning stuff, you hang up with end-of-call pleasantries. Crosshair looks at you, a small smile on his face—besides, his smiles are only common for you and for Spotter. "You got it?" he asks. You smile back and nod, and he leans in to press a quick, soft kiss to the tip of your nose. "I'm happy for you, babe." he murmurs, this being one of the rare times he uses a pet name for you.
You hum and put your head on Crosshair's shoulder, petting Spotter as you resume the Bones episode you guys are on.
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Always seen you.
Pairing: Eddie x insecure!Fem plus size reader
If you want to read my other work you can find it HERE
A/N: Yoooo. This is a little long. Thanks for reading. Hope you enjoy. As always feedback is greatly appreciated. Kay love ya bye.
Warnings: 18+ Language, fluff, angst, slow burn, heartache, sexual situations, smut and not proof read and no word count.
Summary: You finally got your guy. But something always gets in the way. Does true love conquer all?
Part 14
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You woke the next morning feeling the other side of the bed. When you didn't feel Eddie, you died a little inside. You sat up holding the sheet to your chest. While rubbing your eyes with the back of your hand. You accidentally scratched your cheek with something.
You pulled your hand away to see what the hell just hurt you.
With widened eyes tears formed. Eddie's Onix ring was your finger.
" Wh-what?"
You reached over for your glasses and looked over to his side. There was a note and the keys to his van on the pillow.
You picked up the note.
' Morning Angel,
You looked so peaceful sleeping. So I didn't want to wake you to say bye. God baby I haven't even left yet and I already miss you. I bet you're wondering what my ring is doing on your finger. Well Angel, every time you look at it I want you to be reminded that I'm yours. Sorry it's too big. But I'll get you one that fits you better soon. I also took your favorite scrunchie. I'm gonna wear it all the time too. Also, I left you my van for whatever you need. I had Wayne make sure it runs good for you. Can't have my girl get stranded. Well baby I better go before I change my mind. I'll call the room as soon as I land in LA. I love you.
Eds'
" I love you too Eddie."
You laid back down and held the note to your chest. It was good that he didn't wake you to say goodbye. You would have begged him to stay.
Later that day you sat around waiting for him to call. And when he did your heart skipped a beat.
" Hello?"
" Angel!"
" Eddieee." You squealed.
He chuckled. " Hey baby."
" Hi. How was the flight?"
" Ugh terrible. I hate flying."
" Yeah? Me too. I always have to get that extra buckle."
" Yeah?"
" Yeah...so are you settled in?"
" No. Once I got in the room I just dropped my stuff and called you."
" aww that's sweet."
There was an awkward silence. One you haven't had in a long time.
" I miss you baby."
" I miss you too."
Another awkward silence. Why was it like this?
" So umm about the ring?"
" Yeah?"
" I...I love it. But umm did you have to take my scrunchie?"
He laughed again. " Yeah I did. I needed something."
"And my underwear wasn't enough?"
" Well that's for later baby."
"How many pairs is that now?"
" uhh do you really want to know?"
" hmmm probably not. But I need to know if I should buy more."
Eddie smirked. " Yeah. You'll need to get more."
" You're awful."
"You think so?"
"No. Not really."
Eddie laughed again. " And why is that?"
" I...I don't know actually. It kinda makes me feel...I don't know."
Eddie could almost see you blushing.
" You like when I steal them?"
" Uhhh. No comment."
" Oh my baby likes it."
" Shush Munson."
You and Eddie laughed.
After a few minutes Eddie yawned.
" I'm sorry Eds. You should get some rest."
"No I'm fine."
" Eddie take a nap. We can talk later."
He yawned again. " Okay okay. I'll call you in a couple of hours."
" Looking forward to it."
" Me too. Love you Angel."
"Love you too Eds."
...
Eddie woke up the next afternoon. When he looked at his watch he first thought it was one in the morning. He sat up and saw Jeff strumming his guitar.
" Shit!"
Gareth laughed throwing himself on the bed. " Afternoon sleeping beauty."
" Afternoon?"
" Yeah man you were out for hours."
" Aww fuck! I gotta call my girl."
Eddie reached for the phone.
" Hey isn't she supposed to be going back home right now?" Jeff asked
Eddie shook his head and put the phone back down.
" Man she's probably worried." Eddie said palming his forehead.
" Nah. She knows you were tired. She called last night."
Eddie looked at Gareth. " Why didn't you wake me up?"
Jeff came and sat on the other bed. " We tried. But you were out."
" Damn. And she sounded okay?"
" Yeah she was fine." Gareth patted his back.
"Okay. I just don't want her to think I forgot about her."
" She doesn't Eddie. She said to call after we get back." Gareth said
" Where are we going?"
" We are starving my guy. And we need to meet with the producer after we get lunch."
Eddie nodded and stood up. " Alright. Where we going?"
" Awww man I keep hearing about this place called Fatburger." Jeff smiled
Eddie clapped his hands." Burgers sound awesome."
Gareth jumped up." Let's go before my stomach eats itself."
Eddie followed his buddies towards the door but stopped when he saw his reflection in the hallway mirror. He looked back at the bed and saw your scrunchie on the pillow. He went back and grinned picking it up.
He went to the mirror and put his hair back up.
" Miss you baby." He whispered to himself.
" Munson seriously! We will leave you." Gareth warned.
Eddie laughed " alright man. I'm coming."
...
You weren't upset that Eddie didn't call. You figured he would be jet lagged. But you wanted to hear his voice before you went to bed. So you called. You asked Gareth to hold the phone to Eddie's ear. While smiling at his snoring you said goodnight and that you loved him.
In the morning instead of bugging the guys again you waited for Eddie to call. But he didn't. You went to school that day sad that Eddie missed a scheduled call.
But when you got home the first thing you did was check the answering machine. Your heart leaped hearing his voice.
' Hey baby. I'm sorry I missed our phone date. But I promise the second I get to the room I'm calling you. I know you're at school already but I hope you have a great day. Make sure you eat something good and don't work too hard. I'll talk to you soon. Love you Angel.'
Eddie did call that night and you guys actually fell asleep on the phone together. It was really sweet.
December was a very long month. It went by so slow. And even slower when Eddie said he would be coming home for Christmas. You were so happy.
A month without Eddie's hugs and kisses. A whole damn month without playing with his curls and falling asleep in his arms. It was agonizing. But that didn't matter. He was coming home.
Well he was supposed to.
" I don't understand Eddie. How come Jeff and Gareth were able to come home and not you?"
" Baby they're only there for less than 24 hours."
" So? Eddie it's Christmas."
" I know baby. And I'm really sorry. But I have to work on rerecording my solo. Something is off and I can't blend the riff."
You were sitting on your bed with the phone in one ear and picking at the wrapping paper you were using to wrap Eddie's gift.
" You promised." Your voice broke. You didn't even try to hide it. You had been just so happy before this call.
You heard Eddie sigh.
" I did. And I'm so sorry I broke my promise. But I will make it up to you."
You didn't say anything. All you wanted to do was cry. But Eddie didn't need to know that.
" Angel I'm coming for New Year's. I'm gonna come and kiss the shit out of you."
A small smile crossed your lips. But it went away as quickly as it came.
" I just wish you could open your present tomorrow."
" Me too. But I swear. I'm going to be there in a couple of days. Just hold onto it for me."
" Oh-okay."
Both of you were quiet for a minute.
You looked up to the ceiling, fanning your eyes so that you wouldn't give in to tears.
" Sp-speaking of presents. Did you get yours?"
You looked down and grabbed your necklace.
" I did. It's beautiful Eddie."
" You're beautiful baby."
" No you."
You both let out little laughs. You knew he missed you just as much as you missed him. And he knew that you loved him as much as he loved you.
After talking for a while Eddie looked at the time. It was a little past 9. Which meant it was after midnight for you.
" Merry Christmas baby."
" Merry Christmas Eds."
...
Eddie didn't come on New Year's. None of the guys did. See Eddie was ready to go. At least that's what he told you. But at the last second Mel, the band's new manager booked them to play New Year's Eve at the famous Starwood club.
If the guys were gonna get their stuff out there and make it big time. That was the place to play. So many metal bands perform on that stage and were huge now.
This was their shot. You had to be happy for them. And a part of you was. Truly happy for your friends. But the other part was hurt. Another broken promise. Sure it was for the band and you could accept it...it still hurt though.
Was this going to be a regular occurrence? Would it hurt less as time went on? You hoped it would. Maybe one day sooner or later. He would come home.
You prayed for him to come soon.
Eddie knew you were hurt when he told you that he couldn't come. It broke his heart having to cancel again. But he had to. Right? This was huge for the band. If they did this, they could play at bigger venues and have their music everywhere. They would finally make it.
You even said it before you let Eddie get ready for the performance.
You did try to sound happy for him. But he just knew that he made you sad again. And though he promised he wouldn't hurt you. This was necessary for the future. For the life together. He did swear to himself that he was going to make it up to you. Whatever it was, he promised he was going to do whatever it takes to not make you sad again.
The set was by far the absolute best performance they ever played. It was epic. So much so that after, the guys nearly got mauled. Security had to escort them out.
Finally back in the room the guys were in disbelief of what just happened.
Jeff and Gareth were playing around and started to wrestle. Eddie was laughing being the ref. That was until he took off your scrunchie and looked at it.
He quickly went to the phone and called you. But there was no answer. It was almost two in the morning for him so it was almost five for you.
Since it was really early, he figured you were sleeping. So he waited for a few hours before he tried again.
After a power nap he called. But still, no answer.
He tried three more times. To no avail.
Now he was starting to worry. You never missed morning phone dates.
A bad memory brought itself to Eddie's thoughts. The last time you didn't answer this many times Eddie found you cleaning up your brother's blood.
He called his uncle immediately.
" Hello?"
" Hey old man."
" Eddie?"
" Yeah man. Hey I need you to check up on y/n."
" Good morning to you too son."
" Shit! I'm sorry. Morning. Look I'm worried about y/n. I've been trying to call but she's not answering."
" That's because she's here."
A wave of relief washed over Eddie when he knew you were okay. But then Wayne kept talking.
" She came over last night. Looked like she'd been crying her eyes out."
You were crying?
" Did I raise you to make promises you can't keep?"
Eddie was quiet. He felt like a complete ass hat.
" BOY?!"
" N-n-no sir."
" That's right! I didn't. If you break another promise to that poor girl by God I will go over there and drag your ass home. Do you understand me?!"
" Y-yes. I'm- I'm sorry."
" Don't apologize to me. You apologized to her."
" I-I-I will."
Wayne sighed. " Good!"
" Is...is she awake?"
Eddie heard his uncle groan.
" No. She's sleeping in your bed."
" Oh...okay. I guess I'll call her later then."
" How about you let her call you?"
" What? Why?"
" Because I want to talk to her before she talks to you."
"What-what're you gonna say?"
" I just want to see if she's okay. That's all."
"Y-yeah. Okay"
" Okay. Well I will talk to you later."
"Okay. Bye."
When Eddie hung up all he could think about how he should have just went home to you. Yeah his job was important. But not as important as you were.
He swore from this moment forward he wouldn't make you cry from him not showing up.
...
When you woke up you hugged Eddie's lumpy pillow really tight. Breathing in his lingering smell of sandalwood and citrus. With the faded hint of cigarettes and weed.
You didn't realize how much you missed his scent. Until you were surrounded by it again. Last night you were sitting in your room working on something when you looked out your window. You wished Eddie's light would be on. You prayed that it would turn on any second. Because if it did, then that meant Eddie was home. And if Eddie was home you could hold him and kiss him.
But when his room stayed dark. So you cried.
Why did it hurt so much? He was only gone a month and it felt like you were slowly bleeding out. The whole month you tried to go on normally. You even started hanging out with Robin and Steve. Upon Eddie and Dustin's request.
They did their best to distract you as best they could. But you never seemed to be into anything they wanted to do.
That's why you stayed home tonight. You could have gone to some random party with them or go to Bethany's with your brother. However, you just wanted to be alone.
As soon as it turned midnight for Eddie you said sent out a silent "Happy New Year Eds."
It was just after 3 am when you saw Wayne come home. You put on your slippers and went right over.
Wayne opened the door and saw you. All puffy eyed and tear streaks on your cheeks. His heart broke for you. He started seeing the difference in you since Eddie left. Your once big beautiful smile was slowly fading. That was until you talked to his nephew. Then you would get it back ten fold. As the days went on you would have a small smile plastered to your lips. But your eyes told a different story.
Wayne could tell from the moment he met you that you loved his nephew. Sure it was under terrible circumstances. But he could see it. And the same went for Eddie.
Wayne had never seen that look in his nephew's eyes before. He also never heard him talk about anyone or anything in the way he talked about you. So Wayne knew you were Eddie's be-all and end-all. Especially after the whole Mrs Clark debacle.
He knew then just like he knew now. You were his family. And he would do anything to make sure you were happy and safe. Even if he had to keep you safe from his nephew.
He motioned you to come in and let you stay the night in Eddie's room. He then heard your soft whimpers and sniffles after a while. He wanted to talk to you but he was a little tipsy from a few drinks at the bar. So he thought he would wait until the morning.
Which he did.
It was only about thirty minutes after his brief conversation with Eddie when you came out. Wrapped up in Eddie's blanket.
" Mornin' darlin'."
You went to sit with him on the couch.
" Morning Mr Munson. Umm thank you for letting me stay here."
" You're welcome darlin'. Whenever you need to, you are always welcome."
You nodded. For some reason you couldn't look at him. It was like if you did you would start crying again.
" Thank you sir."
You brought Eddie's blanket up to your nose to take a whiff.
" I miss him too you know."
You nodded again.
" I uhh sometimes I kinda still hear him playing his guitar."
You looked at Wayne but he was looking at his cup of coffee.
" It's strange...not having him here. I knew one day he was gonna move on and live a life of his own...but... I wasn't ready for him to leave yet."
"Me neither."
Wayne looked over to you. " I think you most of all were hurt most by him leaving...you two finally got your heads out of your asses, and finally got together. But just as fast as it started he left."
" it hurt a lot at first. And I miss him like crazy. But as much as we miss him, we still have to be happy for him."
"That's true. But that doesn't mean we put our happiness on hold for him."
" What do you mean?'
Wayne took a sip of his coffee and leaned back.
" Darlin' I see a difference in you... You're sad. And the relationship is weighing too much on you. You even lost a little weight. I can see it in your face."
You looked away ashamed that you were being so damn obvious with your depression.
" It's not that bad is it?" You asked.
" Others might not notice it. But I do."
You sighed wiping away a tear.
" It's not that this relationship is weighing on me. I miss him. And I know he can't always come when I want him to. I just get upset at all the things we should be doing this year."
" And what're those?"
You shook your head. " I know it sounds childish. But I looked forward to doing the senior ditch day or going on the senior trip. Decorating our lockers together. Or even go to the senior carnival with him. I...I know Eddie would say that one school dance is more than enough for him. But I would have loved for him to take me to prom. It's silly. I know-"
" It's not."
You looked back at Wayne.
" It's not silly darlin'. Young ladies like yourself want to experience that. Most of those things you can still do without him. Just because he's away doesn't mean you have to put your life on hold for him."
" I know. It's not that I don't know if I can do them. It's that I don't want to. To be completely honest. I really do love Eddie. But we've been dating for only a few months. And I feel like we're missing out on a few things that help build a good foundation. I know it's just childish things and they shouldn't mean so much to me. But they do. I only get to do this once. And I wanted to do it with Eddie."
Wayne nodded. " I can understand that. Doing all those things would create a stronger bond between you two."
" It would. But now that it's not an option. I don't know what's going to happen when I go to MIT. I know we want to be together. But he's already too busy for me. What happens when I finally leave? When I'm too busy? What are we gonna do?"
Wayne understood now why you were changing. It wasn't because you were being too dependent on Eddie for your happiness. It was the future you were worried about. It was learning how to cope with being your own person but still being the girlfriend of a rockstar.
" Darlin' that's a conversation you need to have with my nephew. You have to voice your concerns. Because if you don't, things will get too hard to deal with. And it might get to the point where a relationship isn't what's meant for you anymore. People say love concerns all. And it should. But sometimes a relationship calls for work. Sometimes it's very hard work. And right now for you and Eddie, it's hard. And I can't promise you things will get easier. But you guys have to talk and learn that it's not you two against each other. That it's you two versus the problem. That problem is communication. You can't hold back how my nephew makes you feel when he breaks promises. You have to talk to him about that. And about your concerns for the relationship in the future. Because if you do. I know you guys will make it. I want to see you guys make it."
"You do?"
Wayne chuckled. " Yeah. You're good for him. Since you've been around I have never seen my boy so happy. And before he took off he was doing really well in school...I know that was because of you."
You smiled.
" And I know if he would have stayed, he would have graduated with you."
You looked away pulling up the blanket again. " I wish we could watch each other get our diplomas."
" Me too."
You guys sat there for a minute just thinking about Eddie.
" I uhhh I should probably call him."
" Maybe after breakfast."
You smiled again. "Okay. Breakfast sounds great."
" Good. Why don't you get ready and I'll treat you to breakfast at Benny's."
You nodded and got up. But before you went to get your shoes. You turned around and gave Wayne a big hug.
" Thank you Mr Munson...I wish my father was like you."
Wayne smiled and hugged you back. He always wanted kids. He had Eddie and now he had you too.
...
After a lengthy conversation with you. Eddie felt better about the relationship. He was happy that you told him how you felt. And though he couldn't be there for all those things. He was going to try and see you.
A few months had passed and you were getting ready for prom.. And since Eddie couldn't take you, you asked Dustin to be your plus one.
The plan was to pick him up and go together. You told him not to worry about getting a tux or a corsage. You didn't even get a new dress. Though your brother offered to get you one again.
You never understood the whole concept of wearing a dress only once. So you were gonna wear your winter formal one.
Since Dustin was totally unprepared for the night. You said he could borrow Eddie's shirt that had a graphic tux on it. It was actually kinda perfect. It would be something Eddie would wear to be "formal".
You were finishing putting up your hair when your brother shouted down the hall.
" Hey. Umm when did you rent a limo?"
" What?" You hollered back. " I didn't."
" Did Eddie know you were going to prom?"
You walked out to the living room and looked out the window. Sure enough, there was a black limousine in the front of the trailer.
You rolled your eyes. " Yeah he knew. He must have thought I would want this."
You moved away from the window and went for the phone.
" Man aren't you special?" Your brother teased still looking out the window.
You were so annoyed. Eddie kept sending you stuff. And though you were grateful for all the clothes, all the jewelry, albums, flowers, and chocolates. The only thing you really wanted was a damn visit. You hadn't seen Eddie in five months. So yes. You were annoyed.
" If I was so special he would be here."
" Oh common kiddo. Don't be that way. I'm sure if he could he would be."
You rolled your eyes again and started dialing Eddie's number.
" Send it away. I want to go in his van."
" Are you sure?"
" Yes!"
The phone rang four times before Gareth answered.
"Hey sis?"
" Quiet I'm on the phone....Hey bud. Is he there?"
"Uhh-" Gareth mumbled.
" Hang up the phone and get your ass out here. The guy said he won't leave without you." Matthew ordered.
" Ugh! Sorry man. Tell Eddie to call me in two minutes."
" I uhhh... oh-kay."
You hung up the phone and went outside. The second your eyes met your stomach fell to your ass. You stopped mid stride seeing that beautiful face you almost forgot.
He was in an all black suit holding a corsage and a large white box. He looked amazing. His hair was in a glorious bun with treadles of hair framing his face. His eyes had a twinkle in them that you missed. All his gorgeous wrinkles showed as his smile got bigger.
Eds?
" Hey Angel."
Your first thought was to run to him. But then you thought you would give him a little bit of shit.
You crossed your arms. " So it takes a school dance to get you to come home and see me?"
Eddie's smile didn't waver. " Well normally I wouldn't be caught dead at one again. But I'd do anything to see you happy. And if that means going to another school dance for you. I will."
You watched as he went to put the stuff on top of the car and then turned back around. He tilted his head and put his hands in his pockets. Not taking his eyes off of you.
" You look beautiful baby."
You looked down and Eddie chuckled seeing you blush.
" Uhh so what does a guy have to do to get a hug around here?"
You looked back at him and he was wearing his perfect smirk.
You smiled too and started for him. All of a sudden you heard.
" Out of the way nerd."
Matthew decided he wanted to hug Eddie first. He quickly pushed past you and ran to him. Giving him a big bear hug.
You glared at them both laughing and embracing each other. Slapping each other's backs.
When they finally let up. They both smiled at you.
You shook your head.
" Hey man that was great. But uhh can I have a minute with my girl?"
Matthew nodded and went inside. Pushing you towards Eddie before he did.
Butterflies erupted in your stomach and you felt so anxious.
" Eddie." You whimpered.
Eddie jogged the short distance to you. Just before he hugged you. You threw yourself into his arms.
" I know baby... I know."
You were about to cry but Eddie leaned back and kissed you. Using one hand to cup your face.
The kiss made your knees weak and took your breath away. Eddie held you tighter once he felt you slump a little.
You finally needed to breathe so you broke the kiss and stared at his bow tie.
" Dustin."
Eddie loosened his grip on you. " I'll kill him!"
" No Eds." You giggled. " I asked him to prom."
Eddie furrowed his brow. " I thought you were going stag."
" I was but I just asked him at lunch today. I have to call him and tell him that the love of my life just showed up."
You gazed into his chocolate button eyes.
He was grinning like a mad man.
" Haha yup. I guess you can say I like to make an entrance."
You both laughed and kissed again.
" God Eddie.... I missed you...so much." You said between kisses.
" Me...too... baby...so...so...much."
After a minute or so you pulled away.
" Eds I have to call him. He's gonna worry."
" Y-yeah." He swallowed. " let's go call him."
Eddie turned to get the stuff he put down and followed you inside.
You went straight for the phone and called Dustin. While Eddie came and held you from behind.
" Hey bud."
" Hey! Are you on your way?"
" Umm...so here's the thing....Eddie's here."
"EDDIEEE!" Dustin squealed.
You pulled the phone away and winced.
" Henderson man. Calm down. You're gonna make my girl deaf." Eddie chuckled into the receiver.
" Shit! Sorry."
You laughed. " It's okay. Don't worry about it...so I called to say-'
" Eddie's going to take you to prom?"
" Yeah."
Eddie kissed your cheek down to your jaw. Then down your neck.
Oh god!
You cleared your throat. " I'm sorry Dustin."
" It's cool. Eddie's home."
You let out a soft sigh as Eddie's lips made their way to the other side of your neck.
" y-yeah. He - he is."
" Are you okay y/n?"
You cleared your throat again when Eddie pressed his length against your bottom.
" You're terrible." You whispered."
Eddie let out a nose laugh while moving his lips towards your ear and whispered as well.
" Can you blame me when you look so cute in this dress?"
He tugged your earlobe gently between his teeth before placing a soft kiss to soothe it.
"Stop it Eds. Matthew is within earshot."
Eddie smirked but continued on his mission.
"Y/n?"
" Uhh sorry umm Eddie's being a butt right now. Umm tell you what. Since I kinda screwed you over tonight. Eddie would like to make it up to you."
Eddie removed his lips from your neck to listen.
" He's gonna send a limo to pick you, Mike and Lucas up. You guys can mess around and get driven wherever you want."
" What?!" Eddie half whispered and half yelled.
Dustin was shocked. "Really?! I've never been in a limo before."
Eddie whispered again " Baby?!"
" Yeah no. You can totally have it for the night. Eddie and I are gonna take his van. He needs a reminder to be humble."
Eddie smiled shaking his head. You were right. He had been getting a big head lately.
" Awesome! Thanks y/n!"
You laughed. " No problem bud. I'll have Eddie send it over right now."
" Okay cool. I'll see you later. Tell Eddie I said hi."
" Will do. Bye."
"Bye."
You hung up the phone and turned around in his arms. Draping yours around his shoulders.
" So speaking about prom. I don't want to go anymore."
Eddie looked down at you with a brow raise.
He pressed against you and brought his face closer to yours.
" Sorry baby. We have to go."
He gave your cheek a quick peck before backing away.
" No Eds. we can just stay and cuddle."
Eddie shook his head. " Nope. We're going. Oh and speaking of dresses. I have something for you."
He went to retrieve the large white box.
" You look really pretty in that dress. But, this is a prom. And you need a prom dress."
" Eddie no. This dress is-"
" No. This is the dress you're wearing tonight."
You raised a brow and gave him a look.
" Sorry Angel." Eddie cleared his throat before doing that again. " Baby...girl of my dreams...this is the only prom we're gonna have...will you please do me the honor of not only attending it with me, but would you be so inclined to wear this special garment I specifically chose for the love of my life?"
You pressed your lips together to hold back your laughter. " You're too much Munson...I love it!"
" Well I love you so..."
Your cheeks got hot again and you couldn't bear to look at him. He could never know how pathetic you were for him. He most definitely would take advantage of that if he got the chance.
" Love you too. " You went to him taking the box and giving him a lingering kiss on the cheek.
Before he could grab you and give you a proper kiss you took off down the hall. Leaving Eddie in disbelief how just one look from you could bring him to his knees.
He definitely waited too long to come and see you.
He went outside to grab his luggage and sent the limo to Dustin's. After he went to say hi to Wayne.
Wayne followed him back to your trailer with a disposable camera in hand.
When you went to your room you put the box on the bed. Before opening it you looked over the Munson trailer. You stared for a minute. Then your heart leaped. You saw Eddie light on.
You smiled to yourself and opened the box. Your mouth dropped open. The dress was stunning.
Powder blue dress with silver embroidery around the waist. Beautiful white lace covered the chest and very open back. For a second there you thought maybe it showed too much. But since Eddie must have spent a lot on it, you were gonna wear it.
When you lifted the dress there was a pair of matching ballet flats and a sheer shawl underneath You laid the dress down and took off what you were wearing.
Not having a bra that wouldn't show you decide not to wear one.
Once the dress was on it fit perfectly.
" How did you get my size?" You said to yourself.
You went to the full body mirror and looked at yourself. You pulled out the barrette that pinned your hair up and shook it. You didn't like how your hair sat so you put it half up and half down. Adding a silver butterfly barrette.
You took a deep breath in and went out into the living room.
Eddie was standing by the front door holding your corsage. He was the first to see you.
For Eddie you were walking in slow motion. The way you moved so gracefully. You looked like an Angel. And when you looked at him with red in your cheeks. He nearly had a heartache.
" Close your mouth boy. You'll catch flies." Wayne teased.
He didn't even notice his mouth was open. Or how his palms got all sweaty. Or even when you stopped right in front of him and asked if you looked okay.
" Ed's?"
He blinked a few times and rubbed the back of his neck.
"Erm sorry Angel...you just... I uhhh...you look-"
" Beautiful." Wayne and Matthew said together.
" Y-yeah. So-so beautiful." Eddie stuttered
A little laugh left you.
You pointed at the flower " umm is that for me?"
" Shit! Y-yeah."
Eddie opened the plastic container cursing himself for being nervous.
He slid the blue orchid on your wrist. After he kissed the back of your hand.
" Alright kids. Let's get some pictures." Matthew said.
Finally after what felt like forever you guys went to the van. Eddie opened your door and held out his hand to help you in.
" M'lady."
You smiled. " Good sir."
You got in and he helped you put on your seatbelt saying.
" Hauling precious cargo."
He looked at you and grinned. "You really look amazing."
You peered back and forth between his big brown hues. " So do you Eds."
You watched him close the door and jog to his side.
Once he got in he looked around.
" Did you clean in here?"
You nervously laughed. " umm I hope you're not mad."
" Not at all. Smells good in here."
" Thanks. I showered." You joked.
Eddie chuckled." Okay so we're gonna need some music."
He pulled out a cassette from his breast pocket.
You smiled at the cover.
" You got it back?"
He popped the tape in. " Sure did."
You guys drove listening to the tape you made of them.
A couple of songs played before you turned down the volume.
" Eds? As much as I looked forward to prom. Do we really have to go now?"
" You don't want to go?"
" I umm I really don't want to spend whatever time we have with anyone else but you."
Eddie stole a glance at you and saw you fidgeting with your fingers.
" Tell you what Angel. How about we go and take our picture and stay for one dance. Then we can go wherever you want."
" Really" you asked looking at the side of his face.
" Yeah baby. I want it to be just us too."
You looked back down and smiled. " okay."
...
And that was exactly what you guys tried to do. When you guys got to the gym you went straight to the photo booth. You guys took a total of two pictures. One completely normal, and one silly one. For the last one you and Eddie held up your fingers to your head mimicking horns and stuck out your tongues.
After Eddie went to talk to the photographer to make sure you guys got the whole package he offered instead of just the photos.
When Eddie came back to you he led you to an empty spot on the bleachers. You had noticed you guys were getting awkward looks. Feeling completely out of place you hoped the band would play a slow song soon.
All of a sudden Chrissy approached you guys.
" Oh My God. You guys look so great! Y/n you didn't tell me Eddie was coming?"
Eddie stood up to give Chrissy a hug.
" I didn't know he was."
" I wanted to surprise her." Eddie said sitting back down with you. Putting his hand on your back.
He started rubbing circles on your exposed skin. Giving you goosebumps.
He smirked to himself. He was definitely going to worship you tonight.
" So Eddie. Behalf of myself and the prom committee we would like to ask if the upcoming rockstar is willing to play us a little something?" Chrissy asked with a smile.
Eddie got nervous again. He moved his hand from your back and put both on his knees.
" Oh... I uhh. I kinda just came to be with y/n."
You half turned to him" No. No. Go Eds. I know you can't pull off a full blown show. But you should."
He looked at you kinda worried.
You grabbed his hands and looked at them. " It's okay. I want to hear you play. I've ummm. I've missed hearing you."
Eddie brought one hand up to his chest and the other to his lips. " okay. Anything special you want to hear?"
" hmm...Caught up in you."
He smiled. " Perfect."
He gave you a kiss and stood up pulling you up with him.
" Alright Cunningham. One song."
Chrissy practically jumped up and down. " Great! Let's go."
You and Eddie followed her hand in hand.
Chrissy got up on the stage with Eddie jumping up. He held out his hand to help you up. But you held up your hand.
" I'll watch you from here."
" Are you sure?"
"Yes my love. I want to enjoy this from here."
Eddie absolutely adored that. Your love.
" Okay Angel. Don't go anywhere."
" Wouldn't dream of it."
Eddie gave you a quick smooch and went to find a guitar.
You looked in your purse for lotion for after. Then Chrissy got up to the mic.
" Hey guys! I hope you're having a good time tonight."
Your classmates cheered.
" Great! So I have a surprise for you. You all know that one of Hawkins finest has left us to pursue bigger and better things."
Eddie gave you a smirk.
" Well I want you guys to give a big round of applause for Corroded Coffin's front man and lead guitarist. EDDIE MUNSON!"
You looked around the gym when you heard your peers going nuts for Eddie. And by the look Eddie had on his face, he was just as surprised as you were.
Eddie gave you a look and shrugged. You smiled and nudged your head to the mic.
You watch him in utter amazement.
" Uhh hey. So um this is a special song. For a very special lady."
He gave you a wink. You instantly blushed. Eddie silently laughed. So damn pleased with himself that he could still do that to you.
He strummed when the drummer started to play. Once he sang the first couple of lyrics you started to nod your head and sway back and forth.
Eddie saw that look in your eyes again. The one he missed so much. It was the look that told him he was your world. He had worried a little from being gone for so long. That maybe what you used to feel for him might have lessened. But from that look and that look alone he knew it didn't. You were still very much in love with him. Like he was with you.
The whole five months the guys have been so busy promoting their music. Playing at small venues, and recording. That they barely had any time to relax. But no matter what Eddie was doing. He made that time for you. He didn't care that he would be completely exhausted or not at their new apartment. He would always check wherever they went if there was a phone nearby and that it worked.
He wanted to make sure that you knew you were still a very important part of his life.
That's why he came today. He had to move a few things around to be there. And though he was told that he shouldn't, he did. He had to make things clear to Mel that you were more important to him than the music was. And that it was only for a few days. So he was successful and made it to take you to prom.
The whole time he was playing and singing he didn't take his eyes from you. He liked seeing you dance. It was one of the few times he saw you truly happy. It filled his heart knowing he was the one that could do that for you.
Once the song was over he handed the guitar back and jumped off the stage. He was immediately swarmed by kids who pushed you away from him.
They were asking for autographs and saying stuff he really couldn't understand. He tried to be pleasant but the way they were grabbing at him had him flustered.
Out of nowhere he felt a small soft hand in his. Pulling him kinda hard. Suddenly he was being led away from everyone. His anxiousness went away once he saw who had him.
The second you saw his face when he was overwhelmed you reacted. You pushed through the crowd and grabbed his hand.
You were out in the parking lot before you knew it. Eddie stopped and pulled you into his arms. Holding you firmly.
"Thank you baby." He said just above a whisper.
" No thank you."
Eddie leaned back a bit to look at you. " For?"
You moved his bangs away and smiled.
" For coming. For playing that song...For showing up like you always do."
Eddie shook his head. " You don't have to thank me. I will always show up for you. And I wasn't late this time."
" No...you weren't."
"C'mon Angel. Let's get out of here."
...
When you guys left, Eddie wanted to take you to a fancy hotel in the next town over. But you weren't having it. Since Wayne was home and Bethany moved in. You guys couldn't be alone. So instead of actually going back to the trailer park Eddie drove to Lovers Lake.
Eddie opened the back doors and you both sat there watching the moon's reflection off the water. You pulled out your lotion and started massaging his hands.
" I missed this."
You smiled. " Me too."
Once you were done Eddie held you as you rested your head on his shoulder.
" How long do I get you for?" You asked with a small hint of sadness in your tone.
Eddie hung his head a little. " Four days."
You smiled and looked up to him. " Four days Munson?!"
He chuckled. "Yeah baby. I'll be here for your birthday."
You could have died from happiness. You gave him a quick peck on the cheek. " Oh Eddie."
He hugged you tighter. " Couldn't miss your nineteenth birthday."
You sat quietly in his embrace. This was too good to be true. It felt like a dream. Sitting by the lake in a beautiful dress, next to Eddie Munson. Never in your wildest dreams did you think this would happen. But here you were. In his strong arms.
You felt Eddie's hand move to the spot just about the zipper of the dress.
He started to kiss you.
"God baby. "Do you know how badly I need you?"
" Tell me." You said softly.
He kissed you all over your face. " It feels like I can't breathe without you. It's harder to concentrate on anything when all I can think about is you."
"Mmm." You moaned as he kissed your jaw to your neck.
" I worry about you...I constantly wonder what you're doing. And if you miss me too."
You moved away a bit to look at him " Eds of course I do. I feel the same way. All I want is to be in your arms."
"Baby please. Touch me...kiss me."
You pulled out your stolen scrunchie and gave it to him to put on his wrist. You hiked up your dress to straddle him and wrapped your fingers in his curls.
You kissed him with all that you had. Five months of built up angst, lust, love, and longing was put in that kiss. Making Eddie lose himself in it.
His hands were everywhere. His lips touched every inch of skin that was exposed.
"Can I take this off?" He said with his fingers teasing at your zipper again.
" Yes." You said into his mouth.
You kissed him once more then got off of him and moved more into the van.
Eddie climbed in after you. You sat with your back towards him, moving your hair to the side.
He kissed your shoulder as his hand went for your zipper. He slowly brought it down sliding the straps over your shoulders and down your arms. Kissing along the way. You turned once your breasts were exposed and laid down.
You watched Eddie lick his lips and take off his tie and jacket. He took off your shoes and went for your waist. While you raised your hips he took the dress completely off leaving you in just panties.
He took off his shirt and unbuckled his belt. You sat up a little taking out the barrette. Running your fingers through your hair.
Eddie hovered over you kissing you again.
You went for his slacks tugging them down.
"T-touch it. P-p-please." Eddie begged.
Your warm hand wrapped around him making his eyes roll back. You knew exactly how firm he liked it, how to stroke him. How to tease him.
He groaned into your neck trying so hard not to cum already. Five long ass months since you touched him. Since he got to kiss you and feel your warmth next to him.
" Condom Eddie." You whispered in his ear.
He looked at you and stroked your hair before getting up and taking his bottoms off. He looked for his wallet and pulled out a foil square. You bent your knees and brought them together.
Once the condom was on, his hands caressed your thick thighs and went for your panties. Pulling them off so carefully and slowly.
You laid down and watched him kiss your knees. Spreading them apart. He crawled up your body leaving a trail of kisses and love bites up to your chest. He swirled his tongue around your hardened buds before meeting your lips with his.
You pulled him closer to deepen the kiss. But moaned when you felt him moving his length up and down through your folds. Catching the tip on your entrance every little bit.
" Please Eds. I want you... please make love to me."
" Fuck! Okay."
He put his tip in causing a small moan from you. His thrust was slow at first. Giving you time to adjust to his stretch.
Your body trembled with anticipation. Waiting patiently for the final push that would send shooting pains of pleasure through you.
But Eddie didn't go for the sweet spot just yet. He wanted to savor this. The warmth radiating off of you. The small moans you produced. The way you pussy convulsed around his throbbing cock.
Ever since the first time you guys did this. It was all he wanted to do. He missed your tight wet pussy. He missed the taste of you and your beautiful sweet smell.
There have been times where your underwear wasn't enough for him. And his hand wasn't good enough. He even went to a sex shop to find something there that could help, but even the fake pussy couldn't give him what he truly wanted. You.
You with the pretty smile, you with the sweetest voice and moans he ever heard. You with your soft skin and warm hugs. You with those big eyes that he loved so damn much.
And now. After five months, he had you again. So he was going to make sure to savor every second, every kiss, every touch, every wonderful moan.
He buried himself in you. Making you whimper and sigh. He honestly never felt this good being in someone.
His thrusts were shallow at first. Pleasing you with just a portion of himself. But when he felt closer to his release he bottomed out in you.
At that moment both of you saw stars. A growl came from Eddie as a loud gasp came from you.
Your body ached and trembled. God you missed him. Over the five months your hands couldn't compare to Eddie. The way his solid frame was pushing against your plush self. The way his lips lingered on the slope of your neck. The way his curls tickled your face. Nothing and no one could make you feel the way he did.
He had you there in just a few thrusts.
But after your first climax you wanted him to go harder
Eddie slowed his hips. Kissing and nipping at your neck. He wanted to come so bad that it was incredibly difficult to not to. But he wanted to keep going. To make up for the lost time. Then you did something he wasn't expecting. You lifted both of your legs, holding them behind your knees.
" Harder Eds."
Eddie moved so that he could help you. He hooked one of your legs in the crook of his elbow and began snapping his hips to your ass.
"Sh-shit...Oh! Fu..." He grunted.
He went so deep that all you could do was whine and breathe hard.
" B-b-baby....god-god fuck!"
Your body jolted upward and your hands grabbed ahold of the center console.
Eddie kept pounding in you watching your tits bounce. He wanted them in his mouth but this position felt too good to move from.
He felt your walls suddenly clench around him. It was so tight it had him hissing from immense pleasure.
" Cum with me baby."
All you could give him was a small nod. That was because you were already coming.
Eddie could feel your wetness spread all over his balls and some on his thighs as he pumped his load into the condom. He let go of your leg and went to kiss you as you both were about to finish.
He slumped over and put his complete weight on you after. You started caressing his spine and tried to catch your breath. Then Eddie started kissing all over your chest and neck. Making you laugh at the tickles.
" Damn Angel. I missed this."
You sighed and agreed.
Eddie lifted his head a bit and started stroking your hair. " Where have you been all my life?"
In the background.
" Waiting for you to find me?"
Eddie noticed a slight sadness in your eyes. That tried to hide behind your smile.
" What's the matter y/n?"
You started playing with his curls. " Do...do I have to wait another five months to see you again?"
He looked down at the necklace he gave you for Christmas. He didn't want to ruin your birthday present so soon. So he improvised.
"I know it took me forever to get back to you. But I promise that we will see more of each other. Because I need you around. I feel like I'm not at my best when you're not around. So I promise you. We will be together more often."
You gently swallowed. " Don't make me a promise you can't keep. I know things are happening much faster for you guys now. I just don't want-"
Eddie held up his pinky. " I never break my pinky promises."
You studied his finger for a second before hooking it with yours.
He smiled and kissed you. After he pulled out and rolled off of you. He took off the condom tossing it somewhere in the van and pulled you into his arms.
You started playing with his tattoos when you noticed a new one just a few inches under his armpit.
You sat up and looked at him
Eddie smirked " What?"
You lifted his arm and ghosted your fingers over it." You got a new one."
"Yeah. Do you like it?"
" umm they're Roman numerals."
Eddie sat up and reached for your chin. " Do you know what day it says?"
You looked at it again, tugging at your lip. " It's the first day of school. When I fell."
He smiled. " Yup."
" W-why did you get that?"
He kissed your forehead and cupped your face. " It's the day my life changed for the better. I got to talk to you for the first time."
You looked at it again with tears in your eyes. You didn't know what to say. This was very romantic. But also very Eddie. Sometimes he did stuff without really thinking about it. And you felt like maybe it was a mistake.
You were a little too quiet for Eddie's liking. He knew exactly what you were thinking. He moved his hands and held yours.
"Y/n. I know how I get when I'm excited. And I just want you to know. That all the tatties I have is because I was bored. None of them have any real meaning behind them."
You met his gaze as he continued.
" Well except for this one." He pointed at the puppet master. " This of course is a homage to a sweet album."
You smile.
" But even with that one. It doesn't mean anything serious...this one." He said moving your hand to his new tattoo. " this one means everything to me. It's a reminder of where we started. I could have picked any day I spent with you. The day I fell for you, or the day we kissed for the first time, or even our first time. Because all those days are important to me. But none of those days can compare to that day."
" Talking to me was that special to you?"
Eddie brought both hands up to his lips pressing a soft kiss on each.
" Yes... You told me that you didn't want to switch partners. That you didn't think I was a freak. You listened to all my nonsense that night. You even lose sleep for me."
" I never minded it. I could listen to you talk forever."
" See that's why that day is important to me. Not only did I start to like you. But you became my friend. Somehow I knew that from that day on. I wanted you in my life... always."
Eddie reached up and wiped your tears away. You closed your eyes to try and calm yourself down.
" How do you do this?" You sniffled.
" Do what baby?"
You opened your eyes and saw his filled with tears too.
" Make me love you more than I already do."
He chuckled and blinked away his tears. " I don't know. I'm just saying how I feel about you. Normally it's hard for me to talk about what's going on in my head. But with you it's easy. Every time I look at you I see my best friend, my happiness, my future...my home."
You sighed and shook your head. " There you go again.
He shrugged and grinned "I'm sorry. I guess I just really love you."
You looked down at your lap. Eddie Munson just made you fall for him all over again.
After a second you actually took a look at yourself and started to softly laugh.
" What's so funny?"
You looked at him with a smirk. " We're having a full blown conversation all naked and sticky."
Eddie looked down too. " Oh yeah. We totally just had sex."
You laughed a little louder and looked out to the lake.
Eddie must have thought the same thing you were thinking. Because he jumped out of the van and b-lined it to the lake. He looked so funny. His mane bouncing behind him. His pale ass even paler in the moonlight.
You looked around for your underwear when Eddie called for you.
" Baaaabbbby." He sang out. " The water's perfect."
You looked back at him and he was standing in the shallow end motioning you to go to him.
" My underwear Eds."
" Nope! We're skinny dipping."
" Eddieee."
" Angel, if you don't get your fine ass out here-"
Eddie suddenly looked like he was pulled down.
" Eddie?"
You waited a few seconds before calling out again.
When he didn't respond, you ran out there jumping in looking for him.
You splashed around.
" EDDIE!?"
" Yeah?"
You look towards the shore and he was standing there with his arms crossed.
" Edward Eugene Munson!"
Eddie flinched hearing that.
" How dare you scare me like that?!"
" Got you in the water didn't it?"
" Yes but...I..."
You covered your chest and started to tear up. " You really scared me Eddie."
Now he felt bad. He got back in the water and went to you.
" I'm sorry Angel. I was just playing around."
You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and dunked him. Backing away so he couldn't get you.
When he came up he wiped his face and went for you. " Now you're gonna get it." He said, splashing at you along the way.
You yelped when his strong arms grabbed you.
He quickly dipped you in the water and pulled you back up.
You guys played around for a little while until Eddie felt that you were getting tired. He pulled you into his arms and held you close to his chest.
" Eddie?"
" Yeah Angel?"
" This is the best day ever...I'm really happy you came."
He smiled hugging you a little tighter.
" Me too."
...
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Yesterday, I took a red eye to Florida. Despite being in business class, I didn't sleep as much as I'd hoped because there was a fussy baby in the seat ahead of me, but this is ok. The flight didn't have full lie flat seats anyhow (I didn't expect it to; only three domestic routes do), and ultimately I can't sleep for hours while sitting in a seat with my seatbelt on. Personal moral failing on my part, perhaps. So as a result, I had the sleepy tireds all day yesterday and took not one but two naps.
I am here to see my grandmother, who is not in great health. As of a few days ago, she started a course of Prednisone for a severe form of vasculitis that was making her unable to be in a light without incredible pain. So she's tired but functioning now, but before this it was months of degeneration and my mom and aunt were thinking this was It.
They have a tendency to be gloomy about my grandmother's health, but seeing her in person, I understand it. She's very thin because she has digestive issues like me and kind of stopped eating this year, resulting in 20 lbs of weight loss (which is bad when you're in your 90s and already skinny as a rail), she stopped seeing her friends, she barely cooks food for herself... she seemed quite depressed. With the Prednisone taking care of the vasculitis, she's on the mend, and happier.
I'm getting her a new phone and setting it up while I am here because her current phone has a puzzling problem that three hours of my troubleshooting it has not solved where it does not receive calls, a big problem for a 96 year old woman living by herself. This is her gateway to the outside world and she's not going to get on TikTok and do Fortnite dances about it. Her phone is for phone calls, Facebook, news, weather, and the time, period.
Other than that, I went shopping with my mom and aunt last night and bought a lot of clothes, including a Hello Kitty strawberry milk hoodie I'm quite taken with that was on clearance for $20. I'm gonna go shopping a few more times while I'm here because I have a suitcase I can fill up and everything in Florida is cheap as hell compared to the Bay. Also, I caught a few carnivines in PoGo because region exclusives wait for no man.
The ducks woke me up today. They get so obnoxious in the morning in the canal near my grandmother's condo. They are lucky they're cute.
#pictures of hoodie forthcoming#i took some last night and stuff not quite realize that if i want to post then to Tumblr i should be wearing pants 🥴
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okok, I'm feeling generous and this can be a standalone thing.
Dethklok's resident artist has a migraine, and Pickles is the most qualified to handle it.
It starts with a twinge.
Jimi pauses mid-stroke, brush suspended in mid-air. There's no mistaking the faint twang she felt between her eyes, like the first string being plucked, reverberating down through her body. The note stops abruptly deep within, promising nausea.
She only has a few minutes, and maybe if she hurries, she can find her pain meds.
She did bring them, right? Surely, they're around here.
Three minutes later, she's at the sink, hastily washing out her brushes. The twinge is now a pulse.
Eight minutes later, she's turning over bags, searching drawers, wondering how in the hell she could have misplaced something so important. Maybe she has time to call up someone – but who? The Klokateers aren't hers to summon.
As she deliberates, the light of her phone stabs through her eyes. Her stomach lurches. It's too late.
Twelve minutes after the first twinge, Jimi has retreated to the dark cave of her bedspace. Clothes hastily shed and bonnet thrown on, she is cocooned by the blackout curtains surrounding her bed, blankets and pillows pulled over her head. Curled in a fetal position, breathing carefully through her mouth. The cool breaths of air soothe her aching stomach, as the migraine hits full force.
She'll lose the rest of the day and most of the night to this. Fortunately, her benefactors are merciful – to her, at least. There will be no penalty for taking the time off to take care of herself, and that at least is a small comfort as she swirls in a vortex of agony. If she closes her eyes tight enough, and waits, she can just sleep it away.
It's never easy to settle down when this happens, mind racing with all she needs to do. Should have done. Her work, her pills that should have been somewhere accessible, how stupid it was of her to assume she'd be fine here, knowing that she has no definite triggers.
But that’s for future Jimi, to berate past Jimi for not being prepared. Right now, this Jimi just wants peace, pain-free.
She fades in and out of consciousness, blessedly blackening out into the void, and has almost sunken completely when she hears the whispers at her door.
"I dunno, what if she doesn't wanna hang out?"
"When hasch she ever said no, Nathan? Huh? Let's fucking go!"
Well, maybe in another universe, they were whispers. Were they even trying to be quiet?
"Guys, maybe she should waits for her to come out on her owns?"
"She works too much, we've gots to go pal around now! It'll be good for her."
"Nathan and Skwisgaar are right, guys, we – Toki, dood, no, don't!"
The door slides open, despite Pickles' protests. Jimi can only groan quietly from her painful prison; she's really not in any state to entertain the guys, but if she tries to speak loud enough to tell them to go, she'll probably throw up. Maybe they'll just… get bored, and leave her be.
Alas, working with Dethklok is much like working with a bunch of teenage boys, who also happen to be cats. And krillionaires. Meaning they will get into absolutely everything while looking you in the eye, and no one can tell them no.
"Look, see? She's not here, so let's just go, okey?"
"We can at least look around, Pickles. We gotta make sure, right? Pickles?"
"That tone is naht gonna work on me today, Nathan."
"The fuck isch this? Modge podge?" Is he going through her supplies? "Looksch like cum." Ah.
"Put that down, Murderface."
"Ooh, this ams her new work!"
"Get back over here, Toki! We are leaving, now."
"What abouts the bed?" Skwisgaar sounds close. Too close. Jimi curls up more. This would be funny if she didn't hurt so much. "Maybe she takes a nap?"
"Tch. Schleeping on the job…"
"Skwisgaar, wait, no, don't wear your boots over there –"
"Pickles, what is with you all of a sudden? It’s like you know all the rules of this place."
"Don't worry about it. Look, I'll check it out, all right? Just gimme a sec."
Funny how Jimi recognizes the shuffle of Pickles toeing off his shoes – he's really gotten mindful of that now, hasn't he? But the soft thought is cut short. Even under the darkness of her bedding and closed eyes, she still feels the light from her curtains opening, like getting hit with a bat.
"Ah!"
"Oh, crap–!"
Just as swiftly, the curtain closes. It's only a minor relief as the voices of the band rise in triumph.
"Founds her!"
"There she is, I heard that!"
"Yeah, no, everyone out."
"We can'ts even say hi?"
"Nope. Out, c'mon, everybody out."
The groans and complaints of those silly, baby, grown ass men grow more faint as they go back to what Jimi's assumes is her door, as she hears it slide shut, muffling their protests. (“But why does Pickle get to–?”)
It's quiet, again, and she sinks into the bed, not realizing how anxious she'd been. She thinks she's alone, until she hears the whispers of socks shuffling over the rugs of her living space.
"Jimi?" Pickles' soft voice is not entirely unexpected, but she still jumps. "I'm coming in, okee?"
She nods, not like he can see it, and even though she's prepared for the curtain opening, she still whimpers. The flash of light lasts only a moment, followed by the rustle of clothes as the drummer moves nearer.
She feels the bed dip slightly.
"Hey, Jimi?"
"Mmn."
"It's Pickles."
"Mmhm."
"The drummer."
"Hey."
"You sound like a frog."
"Yeah."
"What's the matter?"
Jimi sighs deeply, another attempt to soothe her nausea. She finally moves, shifting from her belly to her side so she can slip a hand from underneath the warm shell of her covers.
The air of her room feels so cold, yet soon, she feels rough fingers on her own, closing over them.
"I'm in a lot of pain," Jimi croaks out. "Migraine."
“Oh, that’s it?” Pickles sounds relieved; she hears his exhale. "You didn't tell nobody?"
"I didn't… wanna be a bother."
The studio space is just for convenience. It's not Dethklok's responsibility to take care of her. Jimi should have been better prepared. All the care she put into making this space she was granted as efficient as could be, and she couldn't even do that properly.
She just wants to lay here. She can't even do that. Her fingers flex when she realizes Pickles hasn't moved, and his grip stays. Gentle, and firm.
As much as she doesn't want to be seen like this, in a bonnet and not at all put together, Jimi shuffles around until the pillow covering her head slides down enough so that she can peek out from her solitary haven.
There's not much she can see without her glasses, let alone in the dark. But she sees Pickles. She sees the green of his eyes here in the dark – deep as a forest, steadfast as moss, and not at all dimmed despite the lack of light.
Judging from the angle, he has his cheek pressed to her bed, peering sideways back at her.
"There ya are. … Can I getcha anything?"
Jimi swallows. She's too ill to be overwhelmed. "... Pain pills."
"I think what I got is a bit much for ya, but hold on." He finally pulls away, and Jimi closes her eyes as another wave hits her, listening to Pickles pat down his pockets. "Ah, can't see shit – I'm pulling out my phone."
Jimi can't tell, thankfully. Maybe he has it facing away from her, so the screen’s light doesn’t bother her. She's spent the most time with Pickles by now, come to think of it, but she still doesn't understand why he would be so kind to her. She wasn’t going to fool herself into thinking he was any less of a dick than the rest of the band.
"Oxy too much for ya?"
"Yeah. I need, ugh… Naproxen. Ibu… profen. Excedrin. Something like that."
There's a faint tock tock tock – is he typing? “Anythin’ else?”
“Ugh… caffeine?”
“Like coffee?”
“Yes, please. Not too hot.”
“Okey, just lemme…” There’s some more typing, and the bed dips again, deeper this time. Jimi’s shrunk back a little under her covers, but her hand is still out. And Pickles’ hand covers hers, thumb absently rubbing over her knuckles as he keeps typing.
Heat and pressure flood Jimi’s eyes and nose. Her throat constricts, unable to stop a choked sob from emerging.
“Whoa, whoa, hey.” Pickles stops typing, sets down his phone to take her hand in both of his, and Jimi squeezes her eyes against the tears that manage to escape. “What’s wrong? What’s going on?”
God, this is so embarrassing. Jimi has to take her time to just inhale, exhale, get a hold of herself, calm down. Why was this job making her cry so much, for the first time in years?
And Pickles just waits, which makes it worse.
“Why…” Her voice breaks, and now shame joins the various waves washing over her. Her voice comes out as a hoarse whisper. “Why are you being so nice to me?”
Jimi would like to think she’s only a little stupid, even if she can be naïve. Like trying to see the good in her employers, knowing that the mortality rate just for being in their vicinity was astronomically high, and they hardly seemed to mind. Being vulnerable like this in front of someone who held so much power over her was beyond foolish and against everything she knew, was taught through her life and the lives of all the other women before her.
And yet.
And yet…
“I wasn’t gonna just leave ya like that,” Pickles says. Gently. “Honestly, when I saw ya huddled up like that, I thought…” He fidgets, hands shifting around to rub his thumbs in slow circles over hers. “We can’t hang out if yer feeling bad.”
Jimi smiles, despite everything. “I have work to do.”
“Eh. It can wait.”
When was the last time anyone had sat with her like this, when she was feeling at her worst, even more useless to everyone? Jimi hardly remembers. She’s been on her own so long, now, always had herself to rely on when she got sick and couldn’t push through it to make it to work. Even when she still lived at home. Even when she was with her partners, who had insisted on helping, the one time she arrived stumbling, vision blurred even further from the severity of her migraine.
They wanted to help, and still Jimi insisted she was fine, she could handle it, don’t worry, she’ll be fine soon, then…
She pushes away those memories, sets herself adrift in the haze between the waking world and sleep, the physical and beyond. Faintly, she hears Pickles typing on his phone again, but there’s still the embrace of one hand. Warm, anchoring, floating along with her.
Jimi isn’t sure how long they stay like that, but eventually, Pickles rises, taking his warmth with him with a soft, “Be right back.”
And she thinks that’s the end of it, but she feels more at peace now, and could fall asleep like this, falling away from her myriad of thoughts and worrisome memories.
Only Pickles returns. She hears the soft clunk of something being set on her nightstand.
“Hey, Jim. Can ya sit up? I’m gonna turn yer lamp on, okee?”
Mercifully, Pickles turns the dimmer slowly, so Jimi doesn’t even feel the glow from beneath her blankets. She has time to brace herself before emerging from beneath the covers – and pulling the sheet around her chest, almost forgetting herself. She’s not so out of it that she isn’t self-conscious, and it’s starting to hurt her head, so she slips off her silk bonnet, running a hand over her curls so that they have some kind of shape.
She blinks towards the blur that is Pickles, who hands her a small packet. “Here ya go. Got some naproxen for ya.”
“Thank you.” Jimi tears the paper open to deposit the pills, and Pickles takes her free hand, carefully placing a warm cup in her grasp.
“And here’s yer coffee. Careful, hon.”
“Thank you,” Jimi says again, taking the painkillers with a careful sip.
The coffee is gently warm, beautifully roasted and delicately sweetened, with floral notes. She takes a longer drink, holding the cup in both hands, the caffeine immediately doing its work to dampen her migraine, leaving her more clear-headed and coherent. The brew is creamy, yet it wasn’t cow milk, she was certain.
“This is… wonderful. Is that lavender? And coconut.” She looks up at Pickles, wishing she could see his expression. Had he just been watching her this whole time? “I love it. Thank you, Pickles.”
“Oh, yeah, s’no big deal.” He shifts, seems to scratch his arm or something. “I know you like all that flowery stuff, like, essence of rose, or whatever. And ya don’t drink dairy, so…”
Jimi hopes she looks grateful; as it is, she’s squinting, her bleary vision still adjusting to the low light. “You remembered all that?”
“It’s nothin'.” He shrugs. “I just gave Jean-Pierre some notes, and he whipped that up for ya. He should get yer thanks.”
“But you got this for me. You did all of this for me. So… thank you.”
Silence falls, and Jimi continues her drink. Just as she wonders why Pickles hasn’t left yet, he shuffles a bit, rubbing a socked foot along her rug.
“... So, er…”
“... Would you like to sit down?”
“Even in my outside clothes?”
“You already did. Have you been outside today?” Without waiting for an answer, Jimi pats the space next to her. “Come here.”
It’s not as weird as it should be, perhaps, when Pickles settles beside her, folding a leg up on her bed, with only a few layers of blanket separating the two. When Jimi leans against his shoulder and feels Pickles relax, it just feels natural. When his arm slides behind her and he leans against her side, cheek pressed to her curls, it feels right.
Jimi’s lips touch her cup, the ceramic soft and inviting. She breathes deep, senses awash with renewal. There’s the warmth of Pickles against her, the soft rush of their breaths. The tickle of tobacco in her nose, the iridescent static dancing behind her closed lids. And on her tongue, lavender. Serenity. Calm. Pure and Silent. What else?
There’s a sixth feeling. Its tendril curls around her, and gives the faintest brush against her aching heart.
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Bond- Chapter 2
So uh... the next chapter's already out. I had the day off work and enough time to revise this one, so here it is. Also I may have a bit of a problem when it comes writing these two. There's some non-sexual nudity and a little violence in this chapter, but nothing graphic.
Beware the demon's silver tongue. Behind charming smiles, clever smiles, and a charming demeanor, they manipulate and scheme, always to their own interest. Trust is a luxury you cannot afford when dealing with demons - their words are laced with lies, actions driven by ulterior motives. Demons care only for their own self-preservation and advancement, regardless of the cost to others.
-Vigo's journal, pg 56
"Felix? Felix, wake up!" Elodie's voice jolts Felix awake. She's standing above him, blocking out most of his view, panic clear in her voice. He takes a moment to orient himself. The last thing he remembers is the summoning, a lot of pain, and blacking out. There's still pain in his head, but it's a dull ache now. He sits up, and something's wrong. There's no summoning sigil, no candles. He's in his own room, with no memory of how he got there. He's lying on the center of the bed, about a foot away from the pillow, which is also strange.
"What happened?" he asks, squinting his eyes. They hurt to open. His voice is rough; how long had he been out for?
"Something went wrong with the ritual. I finished the spell, but the demon didn't show. I'm gonna go call Mikaela and see what happened, but I wanted to check on you. Make sure nothing got to you," Elodie answered, before fishing a pendulum from a small pouch she's brought with her and holding it up between them. The weight at the bottom begins to spin in a small, clockwise circle. Elodie replaces the pendulum with a satisfied nod. "Just had to be sure it was still you in there."
Felix nods, not particularly confident it is him in there, but the pendulum is rarely wrong. He still feels groggy, so he lies back down, shutting his eyes "What about you, are you okay?" He knows she isn't possessed, or the pendulum would've shown it.
"Well, that shock wave knocked me into a bookshelf. Got a nasty bruise on my back. You coulda helped me get up before coming back here for a nap," she says, but there's no anger in her tone.
"I don't remember getting here," Felix admits. "I'm sorry, I must have been disoriented."
"No problem. Just needed to make sure you were okay." He hears Elodie walk away and shut the door, her phone already ringing.
Felix rests his eyes for a few minutes, trying to take in the situation. The summoning hadn't worked, but something must have happened. He walks himself through the events. Lighting candles, dimming the lights, then the wind and that tug on his hand.
Wait, that chain he saw on his hand, was it still there? Felix yanks his hand out from under the grey blanket and gasps. The delicate, golden chain that he saw during the summoning was protruding from his hand, wrapped tight around his left ring finger. The chain was a simple one, reminding Felix of a necklace chain. He turns on the lamp beside the bed to examine it better. It's mostly taught, leading off of the bed, but there's a little bit of give.
A deep feeling of dread fills his stomach as he sits up and slowly follows the chain to his left and behind him. Sitting on the desk, one foot resting on the chair, is in fact, a demon.
He's a little shorter than Felix, and has two large horns protruding up from the top of his head, a round face, and a long, thin tail with a spade-shaped tip. His fingers and toes extend to claws… and he's completely nude. Which, if Felix was anything but a trained demon hunter, probably would have startled him the most. Instead, he notices the other end of the chain is attached to the demon. Not around his finger, but extending from the flesh of the back of his hand.
"About time you woke up. I was getting lonely." His tone is light-hearted, as if he's discussing dinner plans or the weather. He's grinning as he slides of the desk.
Felix ignores him, leaps to his feet, and begins to call for help. "Elo- mmrph!" The demon lunges forward, covering Felix's mouth with a hand. The other catches Felix's arm as soon as he raises it to strike the demon. Immediately, Felix recognizes the supernatural strength of the creature. In terms of raw strength, he's significantly outmatched. As his brain flips into survival mode again, he tries to plan his next move.
"Oh, hush. No need to get that lovely lady involved here. Let's just have a little chat, you and I," the demon continues, not taking Felix's struggle seriously. Not letting his panic get the better of him, Felix uses his lower body to lunge forward, taking the demon by surprise and knocking him away. He breaks free and moves past him towards the desk where his silver knife sits. He needs to arm himself before-
The demon yanks hard on the chain connecting them and Felix falls back, just shy of the desk. He tries to pull back, but it's no use. He falls to the ground and the demon knocks him onto his back before pinning him down. Felix tries to call for help again, but once again finds his shout muffled by a strong hand covering his mouth.
"Well there you go, now you've just made it awkward," says the demon, still with the same easy lilt. "At least, awkward for you. I'm enjoying this."
Felix isn't dying today. The mocking tone only fuels his will to fight. He pries his teeth apart, angles his jaw and bites down on one of the demon's fingers.
"What in the hells?" the demon shouts, recoiling away from Felix, a pained and confused expression on his face. As soon as his lower body is free, he rocks his forces a leg out from the demon, before aiming a kick to his chest. It works surprisingly effectively, as the demon is now the one falling back.
Felix uses the change in momentum to spring to his feet and grab the knife. He wraps a hand around one of the demon's horns and yanks him up to his knees, pressing the knife to his throat. "Still enjoying this?" he snarls.
"Oh, I like it when they try and play rough," the demon says, but his tone is airy, betraying his distress. He tries stand, but Felix stomps down on his tail, hard, pressing the knife even more tightly against his throat, just about ready to draw blood. The demon loses all bravado in an instant. "Okay, okay, stop. Don't kill me, please. You don't want to do that."
"Give me one good reason," says Felix. The demon hesitates, so Felix digs in, and a small stream of crimson traces down Ace's throat.
"Because it'll kill you too!" the demon finally shouts. He pulls at the chain connecting them. It's not enough to dislodge Felix's hand from his horn or the knife from his neck, but it gets his attention. "That spell connected us. If one of us dies, the other will too."
"You're bluffing," says Felix. He's not sure, but refuses to let his tone betray that.
"You wanna take that bet?" the demon asks. "Willing to put your life on the line to kill me?"
Felix is still suspicious of the demon, as he damn well should be. But didn't think the risk was worth it, so he released the demon's horn and stepped back, still wielding the knife in case it was a lie and the demon leapt at him.
"Thank you for being reasonable about this," says the demon, getting to his feet, and to Felix's surprise, holding out a hand to Felix. "Nice to meet you, I'm Ace."
Felix doesn't take his hand, crossing his arms instead and feeling smug when the gesture yanks the chain enough to startle Ace. "Felix."
"Hi Felix. Now, could you tell me what the fuck you were thinking? Summoning me like that?"
Felix snorts. "I didn't decide anything. It was my partner's decision. We know you were with the other three demons causing trouble in Las Vegas, so she decided to cast a summoning here." He leans in and narrows his eyes. "So we could kill you, until things got complicated."
Ace pauses for a moment, taking in the information. "Okay, there's a lot to clear up here. First of all, those other three demons? Not with me. I've been in Vegas for months; those fuckers only showed up a month ago and started attracting attention."
"Okay, so why were you in our room?"
"Had a job. I have the same boss as those guys, we just don't usually work in the same circle. He wanted you gone I guess."
"Right" Felix leans back against the desk, twirling the knife while Ace plops down on the bed. Now that they aren't fighting to the death, Felix gets a better look at him. If he was a human, he'd be in his mid-forties, with dark brown hair with the faintest hint of grey, and a goatee frames his lower face. Oh, and he's still naked.
"Is nudity typical for a demon summoning?" asks Felix. He finds his loosest pair of pants in his closet and tosses them towards the demon sitting on the bed. Ace catches them, but makes no move to put them on.
"No, usually I'd be wearing something only slightly more modest. Unfortunately, you summoned me here-"
"My partner summoned you."
"Sure, you guys summoned me here while I was having a grand old time with a gorgeous pair of gentlemen." Felix raises and eyebrow and Ace cackles. "Man it was terrible timing. One of then had half his fi-"
"I've got it," says Felix. "No need to continue. Put those pants on."
Ace's smile widens and his eyes give a sudden twinkle. "Ah, come on. We're both dudes. No need to be shy, or are you feeling intimidated perhaps?"
Felix is feeling neither of those things. He's agitated, and maybe a little flustered. He can feel heat running down the back of his neck, but refuses to show it. If this demon wants to play this way, Felix is gonna push back. Instead, he pointedly lowers his gaze before meeting Ace's eyes again. "By that? Not at all."
A look of shock and offense crosses Ace's face. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me. And if that story was going where I think it was going, you definitely should not be sitting on my bed like that."
Ace huffs, pouting, but acquiesces, pulling the pants on.
"Well, now what?" Felix asks. He feels slightly silly for even trying to have a reasonable conversation with a demon in the first place, but he's got no idea what else to do. Out of the people who might know how to break this bond, Ace is the only one who is conveniently, right here.
"Either you and I can go on forever being best friends, never more than three feet apart," says Ace. "Which, you're lovely, but I've never been one to commit to a partner for more than two months. Or, we can figure out how to break this spell."
"You mean you don't know how to break it?" asks Felix. How would a demon not know the way out of one of the most dangerous rituals to them? He absentmindedly begins picking at a nail, suddenly growing more uncomfortable with the situation.
"No! I've never seen a summoning so badly botched before. I know how to break out of a summoning sigil, but bound to you? That's a whole other story."
"I'm sorry, you're bound to me?" asks Felix. His voice had gotten softer. He pulls out the desk chair and has a seat.
"Yeah, if that wasn't obvious," mutters Ace.
Felix pauses. The two of them sit for a moment. Felix takes in the situation. He's summoned a demon, and neither of them can kill each other. Ace's powers are limited, but he's still a demonic entity, stronger than Felix. While he's not sure there's any risk of the two of them staying connected, it certainly is unpleasant.
"What exactly does the bond mean?"
"Well, for starters, I can't leave like I normally would, I can't turn invisible or change my form to you, and we I can't be exorcised. Oh yeah, and I can't just rip out your throat and call it a day."
That's a lot. Though to be fair, it does sound like it's Ace who suffers more from the predicament, so perhaps that's a benefit for Felix. But that doesn't improve his situation at all.
"We need to break this bond," he says, more to himself than Ace.
"Sure, so you can kill me once you're free?" asks Ace. Right, another roadblock Felix hadn't considered. They don't trust each other. Not a bit. The bond is forcing them into a stalemate. As soon as it's gone,
"I could say the same to you."
"I've never killed a human," says Ace, with enough conviction in his voice that Felix, against all odds, believes him. "You've killed a bunch of demons, by the looks of it, so who's the real risk here?"
It makes sense. Ace is in an impossible situation. If he stays connected to Felix, he's left stranded without some of his powers. But the second it breaks, he's trapped in a demon hunter's safehouse with all sorts of demon wards. And yet, Felix certainly can't stay connected to him. Of course, there's always the chance that
"Tell you what. Let's work together to figure out what we need to do to break this, and we'll go to a mutually agreed upon spot to perform whatever spell or ritual we need to. You can leave, and I won't kill you unless you attack me first," he says finally. Ace considers it for a moment before nodding, satisfied. He reaches out a hand and Felix shakes it.
"Okay, if we're gonna do this, let's make sure we're on the same page about everything," says Ace. "What do you want to know?"
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