i was on the way to the movies & i saw an old guy with a piece of wood over his shoulders. it was huge -- a pole several feet long with a kind of wide fan at the end of it. and i said "what the hell is that?" and he looked at me and had this kind of ear to ear grin, and he said "what do you mean 'what the hell is that'?" and he sat back on his heels, still with that big smile like the sun spilling from the underside of a cloud and waited for me to answer and i said "i mean i don't know why you're walking around with that thing, whatever it is." and he laughed and put down his pole and kinda clapped me on the shoulder. "can i get you a drink?" he said. and i said "no, the show's in ten minutes," and he said "oh? what are you seeing?" and i said "christopher nolan's odyssey, i'm pretty excited," and he sighed and picked up his oar and kept walking.
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imagine you go to a rage room with Eddie one day because why the fuck not. he's not sure what to expect from you since you don't usually get angry, but it turns out you just never had the opportunity to let it all out.
he's watching as you silently shatter tv and computer screens with a bat. you have years of pent up frustration against the world and it only gets more intense as time goes on, your face twisting into one of pure rage.
you were too busy breaking everything you could before you realize your boyfriend is now standing in the corner as he watches you.
you two lock eyes before he says, "I love you, but you scare me a little"
unpopular classics hot take : After Theseus abandoned her on Naxos, Ariadne didn't actually become the "bride of Dionysos". It's just more polite than saying she got dumped and hit the sauce pretty hard. We've all been there, hon.
Nicky moves to the States for college, joins the rowing team, and finds himself playing on crewâs intramural ice hockey team against their most heated rivals: rugby. If only the most attractive guy on the ice wasnât on the other teamâŠ
Joe, a sophomore on the rugby team, can barely skate. Heâs only playing to fill in for his teammates⊠until he meets a cute rower and keeps finding excuses to get out on the ice.
This is embarrassingly self-indulgent, but read for another iteration of Joe and Nicky falling in love, feat. a real-life inspired meet-cute, the rest of the gang showing up in various roles/majors, and  gratuitous information about some of my favorite activities (mostly rowing). This isnât quite my usual fic style, but itâs fun to try my hand at, and I hope you like it. (check out my âcollege im auâ tag to see visual inspiration for Joe and Nicky in this AU).
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eddie finds you with a migraine and you're stubborn
eddie munson x fem!reader
cw: established relationship, a mix of angst and fluff (you just arenât feeling well), migraines and talk of past medical experiences, thereâs like a hint of a dom/sub relationship but only for a moment I swear
author's note: this is the first fic I've ever posted and it's for the migraine girlies. I have another migraine-related fic idea that I've been thinking about writing so we''ll see what happens. this fic a culmination of my personal experiences with migraines and wishing Eddie could be here and force me to take my medication when I act like I don't need it.
Thank you @munson-blurbs and @corroded-hellfire for reading it and pushing me every time I come up with an idea and yelling at me to write it, love you both <3
The sound of Eddie's boots echo through the hallways of his apartment complex as he finally arrives home from work, pulling his mittens off his hands and stuffing them in his jacket pockets. The weather this week has been horrible, the garage is freezing, and he nearly tripped over a creeper that someone left in the middle of the room. Heâs pretty sure the new guy, Gunther, left it there when he went to grab some parts. Everyone in the room, including Wayne, saw the way his arms flailed and he almost fell on his face. The only thing that kept him going was knowing you would be there at home waiting for him at the end of the day. All he wanted to do right now was curl up with you on the couch under some blankets and watch some gory horror movies all night. You had mentioned trying out the new Chinese place down the road, maybe you guys could just have it delivered so neither of you need to leave the comforts of your warm home. He would have been home sooner but you needed a few things for a recipe you wanted to try soon and he offered to pick them up after work.
Eddie finally reaches the door to the apartment and fumbles with the keys, his hands still freezing despite the warm mittens he wore outside. He curses under his breath, eventually grabbing the right key amongst all the identical ones hanging on his keyring. Heaving a huge sigh of relief, Eddie finally unlocks the door and steps inside to find the apartment dark and chilly. The streetlights illuminate part of the living room through the half open blinds. A young chocolate lab runs over to greet Eddie, his nails scraping the floors as he skids across, excitedly jumping up to greet his human after being gone all day. Eddie bends down to give him some scratches and pat his pack.Â
âHey Yogi, did you keep the place safe today? You really are the best dog, arenât you?â After about 30 seconds of roughhousing with the pup, he stands back up to flick on a light. He goes over to your small kitchen and sets down the small bag of groceries. Eddie takes his time putting everything away, humming to himself as he shelves the chicken stock and adobo. Once all the items are put away, Eddie looks around and takes in the state of the apartment.
The faint scent of a lavender candle wafting through the area and your water bottle is left on the coffee table. His jacket is hung up in the small coat closet and he unties his boots, placing them in front of one of the heat ducts and swearing heâll put them on the shoe rack once theyâre fully dry. Thereâs no sign of you whatsoever apart from your bottle and the blanket you usually use haphazardly draped across the edge of the couch.
The place is oddly silent for this time of day. Normally if you were home youâd have some sort of music playing, usually a playlist split between the two of you with your preferred music in it. Either that or you would have some tv show on for background noise. The space heater wasnât on and it didnât feel like it had been on for some time now. All the heat coming from the heat ducts was leaving through the old windows so those heaters were necessary to prevent the apartment from feeling like a walk-in freezer every winter. Eddie knew you had to be home - your bag was hanging next to your coat and you wouldnât go anywhere without at least notifying him. He turns around back to Yogi, happily wagging his tail and looking up at him, and whispers, âHey, whereâs mom? Go find mom for me.â He motions for Yogi to go ahead and he happily obliges, trotting towards the closed bedroom door.
Itâs not fully shut, open only a crack so Yogi could come inside if he so chooses. The dog sticks his nose inside to open it more and pushes through it. Eddie silently follows behind him. The room is pitch black thanks to the blackout curtains on the window, a gift from your parents when you and Eddie finally found an apartment together. Eddie then realizes whatâs going on.
You had struggled with migraines for a majority of your life with them getting progressively worse and more frequent in the last three years. Youâre on a few different medications now to make it more manageable but you still have your bad days, and today is looking like one of them. Frankly, he should have known this was going to happen. Bad weather was always a trigger for you and you had commented on the barometer this morning as you both were getting ready for the day. He was stupid to just brush that off as small talk while you both were still half asleep. You knew a migraine was coming.Â
Eddie sees you curled up on his side of the bed with a sleep mask over your eyes. Youâre grimacing under it in the fetal position and what sounds to be whimpering. Before Eddie goes inside, he tiptoes over to the light switch he just flipped and turns the lights off, the streetlights being the only thing illuminating once more. He sees some movement out of the corner of his eye coming from the bedroom and tiptoes back over to your room. Yogi is taking a step back before jumping up onto the bed, taking his usual spot curled up behind your knees with his head resting on your leg. He even lets out a little sigh when he settles into a comfortable position. Eddie steps inside the room and closes the door behind him. You pick your head up just a little bit and lift the sleep mask, wincing at the shooting pain from behind your eyes to the top of your head and call out a strained, âEd?âÂ
Eddie slowly walks over to his side of the bed, trying to keep as quiet as possible so the floor would creak as little as possible. Once heâs close enough, he reaches down and cups your cheek, stroking it with his thumb and replying with a quiet, âHey bub, how are you feeling?â
You mumble, âNot great, but youâre home now so Iâm already feeling a little better.â
His hands are warm in stark contrast with the cold air circulating the apartment. You nuzzle his hand with your cheek which makes Eddie smile. Eddie moves down to kneel in front of you. You look tired, your eyes only half open with no life in them. He had seen you like this countless times before but it still hurt him every single time. Migraines sucked all the life out of you and Eddie wished he could do something to help you. There were countless times you had to cancel plans because you had a migraine attack and felt so much guilt over it, but Eddie didnât care. Heâd rather lay in bed with you until you feel better than go out and do something when youâre obviously in pain.
He remembered an attack you had last year, it left you crying and asking Eddie to take you to the hospital. You were hyperventilating and complaining that your arm had gone numb. No amount of medication was working and you couldnât take the searing pain any longer. He had to help you out to the car, only wearing one of his worn band shirts that you stole from Eddie a long time ago and a pair of pajama shorts. You two didnât even make it out of the apartment parking lot when the medication you took finally kicked in all at once. It was one of the scariest times of his life and he swore it would never happen again.Â
Eddie nods, already going through his mental list of things that he needs to do to help you feel better, asking, âHave you taken anything today?â You shake your head no before a wave of pain hits you, causing you to shut your eyes again and bury your face in the pillow with a low pained groan. Eddie sits there, worried but also confused. Why didnât you take anything? He got up and went over to your side of the bed to open your bedside drawer. It was split into two parts, one with the items you used before bed but the other half held all your medications, including every painkiller known to man. There was a giant unopened bottle of Excedrin, a bottle of Advil, and even the migraine medication prescribed by your doctor. You certainly werenât low on anything. His attention is turned back to you when you roll onto your back, your migraine moving exclusively to the side of your head that was touching the pillow therefore it hurt too much to lay on your side. Unfortunately, you moving meant Yogi wasnât able to lay on your legs anymore so he huffed and jumped off the bed.
âSweetheart, why havenât you taken anything?â Eddie gets onto the bed to sit down next to you, his hand going back to your face. Your eyes open once more, squinting at the minute level of light coming in from behind the curtains. You whine and answer tiredly,
âI donât need them.â
Your boyfriend sits up, completely perplexed by your answer. Did he hear you correctly? He takes you in again, noting the noise cancelling earplugs in your ears and how much you keep clenching your jaw, something that he knows will only make the pain worse.
âWait, what? HoneyâŠ,â Eddie stammers, wincing at the volume of his exclamation and watching you do the same. âListen, I love you. I love you more than everything in the world, but frankly I think you look and sound like shit. You look like youâre in a lot of pain right now.âÂ
He watches you pout and smiles a little bit, happy to see even a small sign of life in his girlfriend again. âWow Eddie, rude.â
âWhy wonât you take the medication?â he repeats.
âI donât need it. The pain isnât that bad, Iâve felt worse.â
âOk but you have the means to stop the pain NOW so why not do that? Donât wait until youâre in agony to take something.â
Eddie doesnât wait for a response. He gets up and leaves the room with your dog following behind like the loyal pet he is. You hear two sets of footsteps walk through the apartment and then the faint sound of running water. You assumed he just left to let you rest so you pulled the blankets up over your head to try and get to sleep. He returns again a minute later, Yogi in tow and your refilled water bottle in hand. Thereâs a shift in weight on the mattress, which you assume to be from Eddie, followed by Yogi hopping onto the bed and just standing in the middle of it, as if heâs there just to watch you and make sure you do as youâre told.
Eddie slowly takes the blanket off your head and ignores your protests. He opens up the water bottle and places it on your bedside table. With his other hand he holds out a little pink pill, the medication prescribed by your doctor, as well as two Excedrin. âCmon, take this,â he asks, moving his hand closer to you when you shake your head no, âBabe, you need to take this. Please.â
Thereâs no response from you this time. Eddie carefully puts the medication down on the table next to your water. He decides to make it so you canât ignore him, pulling the covers up and climbs under them next to you. His eyes quickly adjust to the darkness and looks you right in the eye.Â
âListen, I donât understand why you refuse to take your medication. You have a chronic condition that is easily fixed by a few little pills. AlsoâŠâ Eddie leans in so your noses are practically touching, maintaining eye contact the entire time. âThink about the creator of that little pill. That nice, strong painkiller. Think about the scientists that made that little pill for you,â he says. Youâre looking at him confused as he continues speaking, âThink about how sad he must be that you arenât taking that pill. He worked so hard to make it for you and youâre being a stubborn little brat.â
You mutter, âIâm not a brat,â and try to roll over, but a hand shoots out and grabs your arm before you could fully turn away from him.
Eddie leans into your ear and you feel his curly fringe tickle your neck. His voice deepens in a way that has always made you squirm and goes, âYouâre gonna be a good girl and take your medicine, okay?â
You donât turn your back to him, but you also donât fully turn to face him again. The only part of you that turns is your head to look back at him. Heâs giving you a look that he only ever gave you in the bedroom, the look he gave you when you were pushing his buttons because you thought it was funny and knew he was going to teach you a lesson when he finally got you alone - in a consensual way, of course. He can see it in your eyes that he got you, that once his demeanor changed you would be more likely to listen to him. To ensure you would really listen to him, he moves his hand from your arm to touch your cheek again and asks, more softly this time, âTake it for me, please.â
Eddie watches you think for a second before sitting up - slowly, because you were still in pain, and takes the covers off of your head. You look over at the dog laying at the end of your bed, now asleep. Eddie takes the covers off his head and turns to the bedside table to hand you the pills and water bottle. He watches you swallow the pills and drink around half of the water in your water bottle. Eddie places his hand on your inner thigh to squeeze it and is finally smiling again. Yogi seems to sense that things are better now so he jumps off the bed and trots over to his doggy bed and lays down there. Once youâre finished with the bottle, he takes it from you and places it back on the table. He asks, âNow, was that so difficult?â
âExtremely difficult.â
âOk, well weâre gonna stay in bed until everything kicks in. Once youâre better we can take the pup out for a quickââ Eddie leans in to mouth the word walk, so Yogi doesnât hear him, ââand then weâll order some take out. Sounds good to you?â
You nod silently, finally smiling at him for the first time since he got home today. He presses a light kiss to your forehead and you flinch away from him.
âOk, yeah. Forgot to not touch your head when it hurts, sorry.â
Eddie watches you settle back down in bed and reluctantly gets out of the warm bed. The cold is seeping in through the windows and all he wants to do at that moment is just stay under the covers with you, even if it means sleeping in his clothes. You roll over to watch Eddie as he softly treads across the room to the dresser. He starts off by removing his rings one at a time to place them in a little jewelry tray, listening to each piece clink as they hit the ceramic. His hair is taken out of the bun he kept it in all day and he scratches at his head to relieve the tension from having it pulled back all day.Â
His shirt comes next, pulling it over his head and revealing the skeleton wings tattooed across his back. Youâre stuck there admiring the way his muscles move in the dim light. Eddie complains about how tiring it is being a mechanic but you canât deny itâs doing wonders for his body. He used to be so lanky but now that heâs been doing this job for a while youâve noticed how strong he has gotten.
Heâs about to put his shirt in the laundry when you wolf whistle at him. Eddie whips his head around to look at you, smirking when he sees you giggling and crawling over to the other side of the bed now wrapping a blanket around yourself to keep warm. He balls his shirt up and throws it in your direction and you swat it away, making him cackle.
âOh nothings wrong with you, youâre fine!â
You gasp at his accusation and reach down to the floor to grab the shirt so you could throw it back at him. As youâre grasping for it, thereâs some shuffling and movement going on as Eddie goes back to getting changed. His work pants are thrown into the laundry basket with his underwear coming off moments later. Youâre still watching him, now just admiring his body as a whole while he digs for a comfortable pair of pajama pants, eventually landing on a red pair with reindeer on them that your aunt gave him for Christmas this year. The winds outside from the storm are billowing, meaning more of the frigid outside air is leaking in through your windows.Â
Instead of coming back to bed like you thought he would, Eddie leaves the bedroom and goes out to the linen closet. You have a small collection of blankets in there and he pulls out the thickest one in there. He returns seconds later and lays it out on the bed before climbing in beside you. Your eyelids are already getting heavy when he returns to you. You instinctively reach out for him and he pulls you close, allowing you to rest your head on his chest with a hand stroking your hair. You roll over a bit to bury your face in the crook of his neck, mumbling, âIâm sorry for being a brat earlier. Thank you for helping me.â He pecks your forehead again and you donât flinch this time.Â
âDonât worry about it sweetheart, I donât mind taking care of you. Now get some sleep, okay?â
You nod against him and Eddie notices your breathing changing a few minutes later when you finally fall asleep. Itâs the first time youâve been able to fall asleep, not that you would tell him. You didnât want him to worry about you or become a burden, but Eddie would always be there for you if you needed him.
summary: Corroded Coffin is finally home after their first supporting tour in the UK and you get to pick them up.
word count: 5.3k
content warning: established relationship, fluff, more fluff, some language, references to sex and a dom/sub relationship that I'll explore at some point, overall you and Eddie are just happy to be reunited.
author's note: this came to me as I was waiting for @corroded-hellfire to pick me up from the airport when I visited her. I stewed on the idea for a little bit before deciding to write it and I'm really happy with how it turned out!
Also, I'm starting a general taglist if anyone is interested đđ
Indianapolis International Airport was buzzing with people in the evening. Most of the individuals walking by look like theyâd rather be anywhere else right now as they slump over in the chairs waiting for their luggage or lean against the handles of their carry-on bag. It was amazing to see how some people dressed there. You saw people dressed from head to toe in new Disney merch, in their pajamas, suits, the whole nine yards. Indiana was finally blessed with a few warm days around this time of year so you drove to the airport in a sweatshirt and some pajama pants. The occasion was exciting but did not warrant dressing up since youâd be going to bed right after. You even tried to nap earlier in the day but the anticipation for todayâs events kept you wide awake. Hell, youâre probably the only one at the arrivals gate full of energy as you anxiously bounce on your slippered feet waiting for the passengers of an 11-hour flight from Helsinki to return home.Â
Corroded Coffin had finally made it and was invited to open up for another band on the European leg of their tour. Everyone was so ecstatic when they got the call from the band's agent and began preparing. Eddie quickly got the necessary time off from work approved (one of the perks of Wayneâs new promotion to shop manager), passports were renewed, visas expedited, and before you all could even process what was happening you waved goodbye as Corroded Coffin flew off to tour for the next month. It was hard for you to adjust to your apartment being so quiet. Eddie was always coming over to stay the night to the point that youâd joke he should just move in. Maybe youâd suggest that after dropping everyone off when they arrived home. The band would have weekly hang outs every Saturday night at your place and would sometimes culminate in a sleepover with you all sprawled out across the living room. Your head more often than not would end up on Eddieâs shoulder and his arm draped across your shoulder. It was weird to go so long without him humming a tune or tapping his fingers against something. It almost didnât feel like home without him.Â
Eddie would call you after every show and youâd spend as much time as possible catching up on each other's day before he had to go help with loading up the van and promise to call again the next day. Thereâs the usual back and forth about who should hang up first until one person gives in, or in some cases one of the band members takes the phone and hangs up for you guys. They donât do it to be mean, but they all know that if they donât do it then Eddie will make them late for load out almost every night.Â
You miss Eddieâs warmth, his contagious laughter, the way he always had a corny joke or compliment when you were in a bad mood. Hell, you even missed when he was trying to be annoying. You missed every part of him and as proud as you were to see Corroded Coffin get the attention they deserved, you also wanted your best friend and boyfriend back. The distance made you realize how hard it was to function without him. Sure, he had done other tours before, but the time difference left you two with little time to chat and it made you feel lonely. Your other half was missing.
You get to the baggage claim earlier than expected, having looked up the map of the airport the night before to avoid getting lost. The universe must have sensed your desperation because there was barely any traffic during rush hour. Once you strode through the glass doors, you find the carousel everyoneâs luggage would be dropped off and park yourself on a bench facing the gate. According to the boards plastered around the airport, Corroded Coffinâs grueling nonstop flight had landed and their luggage was being delivered to the baggage area, meaning your boys would be arriving soon. Thereâs a small food court near the baggage claim and still had plenty of time left before the guys come out, so you take the opportunity to get some food for yourself. Itâs not much, settling for a quesadilla and bag of tortilla chips with queso. Youâll eat that and let the boys fight over the bag when you drive them all home.
Your phone nearly died earlier and you needed it to get home from the airport so you resort to the age-old activity of people watching to make time pass by easily. You watch exhausted families carrying their sleeping children, pilots and flight attendants heading to and from work, and count at least four adorable dogs that make you want to abandon your post waiting for the band so you can say hello to them. There was even a man who sat near you with what was possibly the funniest, most wrinkly English Bulldog you had ever seen. His name was Hank and you were so excited to tell Eddie about him when you two were finally reunited
You were so excited to see everyone â mainly Eddie â that your heart began to pound every time you saw a group of people approach the baggage claim, but found yourself immensely disappointed every time when you learned it was not Corroded Coffin. There was a surprising amount of tall white men with long brown hair. Were you being tortured? It sure felt like it.
Twenty torturous minutes later and you finally see a familiar group of people approaching the baggage area. Leading the pack is Jeff, who is chugging the last of his water and shoving it in his backpack. Grant and Gareth are passionately arguing about something with Gareth enthusiastically jumping as if the added height would help prove his point. Behind those two is a drained looking Eddie with a can of Monster in his hand and his guitar slung over his back. Eddie insisted he take the guitar as a carry-on because he didnât trust anyone to handle it with care. The rest of the bandâs equipment was being shipped back to the States and would arrive in a few weeks.
 He had changed his hair a bit before leaving for tour by getting an undercut and you never realized how much a change in hairstyle could affect his confidence levels. His self-esteem got a big boost once Corroded Coffin began to take off, but this new haircut really helped him.. The longer portion of his hair was tied back into a loose bun to show off the shaved back. You joked that he did it solely to show more of his neck to you since you had a habit of biting it. He had headphones on and wasnât really paying attention to the argument going on in front of him, looking as exhausted as everyone else in the building, but with little more curiosity about this part of the building and the amenities that surrounded them. He wore a faded Corroded Coffin hoodie (he insisted on repping the band whenever possible) with the sleeves rolled up, exposing his tattoo sleeves and a pair of gray sweatpants, your personal favorite. Eddie was definitely dressing for comfort in this case, although youâd make the case that he looks good no matter what. He looked tired, the long flight most likely taking whatever energy he had left before the show, but somehow he looked as perfect as ever.
 Grant is the one to spot you first and waves in your direction. You throw your half-eaten meal down into the large to-go bag it came in and drop it on the floor to dart in their direction. Eddie doesnât see you barreling over to them, instead taken by the large sculpture near the elevators. Itâs not until he hears you yell, âWelcome back!â that he realizes his favorite person is finally here to take them all home that he tugs his headphones off his ears. The metalhead pushes through to the front of the group and meets you halfway to pick you up and twirl you around. He had never looked happier, all semblance of exhaustion wiped off his face the second he had you in his arms.
Youâre both smiling at each other and start giggling when he spins you around. Your reunion is like something out of a movie. The world slows down around you as your attention lies solely on Eddie, his eyes, his smile, his everything. The rest of his band watches from afar to allow you both to have this moment. Eddie had a smile on their face that they didnât see often - it was usually after a great show or whenever you two were apart and he finally saw you again. They collectively decided to keep their mouth shut about how much heâd complain about missing you. Always moaning about how he wished you were there with them, how he wished you saw what he did on stage (you have social media, you saw every second of every show), and how he missed talking to you. Eddie called you every day yet he acted like he hadnât spoken to you in years. It was easy to just let him have his moment with you while they all waited to collect their luggage at the appropriate carousel as it began dropping out of the chute.Â
Eddieâs spinning slows down until heâs just standing there with you in his arms.. He loosens his grip enough to place you down on the floor but immediately pulls you in for a tight hug. If there was one thing about Eddie that you liked to share with people, it was the fact that he gave the most amazing hugs. He would hold you so tightly you felt that he might actually break something if he were any stronger. Years of working odd jobs and later at the mechanic led to him building enough muscle so he finally filled out his shirts and could lift anything with ease. Hauling gear was easy for him, and he particularly took joy in throwing you around like a ragdoll, whether during sex or just to wrestle around and get you to laugh. Right now, it felt like he was trying to squeeze the air out of your lungs. All the love he had for you was fueling the hugâs strength. You reciprocated the embrace as much as you could, still feeling a bit giggly because your boy was finally home. Your face is buried in his neck to take in his scent. It was intoxicating. You had started using some of his shirts as pillow cases to tide you over while he was gone. Your bed usually smelled like him since he slept there most nights, but without him visiting the sheets began to lose their comforting smell. Thankfully, he already had a drawer for his stuff so you didnât even have to ask him to give you anything. You even took one of his shirts the last time you visited his place so you could have something new.
Eddie presses a kiss to your forehead before resting his head on top of yours, almost whispering against your hair, âOh honey, my sweet girlâŠ,â he presses his nose to your hair to breathe you in and continues with a smile, âI missed you so much.â
His hands move from your waist to cup your cheeks after pulling away from you. Thereâs a moment where you two donât say anything, just taking each other in for the first time in a month. Then, he pulls you closer to press a soft kiss to your lips. Itâs not the passionate kiss you were craving all month, but you were happy to finally feel his soft lips against yours. Youâre leaning into the kiss as the world disappears around you, at least until you hear someone clear their throat and you remember Eddie did not arrive here alone.
âUm, sorry, do we get a hello too?â You pull away from your boyfriend and look over to Jeff who was speaking and laugh at his request. Eddieâs gaze follows yours and he cocks a brow at his bandmate, looking absolutely pissed that his bassist dared to interrupt your moment with him, but also that Jeff wanted to take you away from him. Yes, you were good friends with the rest of the band, and yes he was sure you also missed them, but you were Eddieâs girlfriend. He wanted to hold onto you for as long as humanly possible. If he could, heâd sit in the driverâs seat and use his arms as your seatbelt when you drove home. Despite his protests, you fully let go of Eddie (to which he lets out a sad whine and follows you to the others) and give each member a greeting and a hug, asking how the flight was and making general small talk. Without any warning besides the quiet thud of his footsteps on the tile floor, Eddie moves to stand behind you and wrap his arms loosely around your waist and rest his head on your shoulder. One of your hands reaches up to scratch the back ofhis scalp and he lets out a content hum, happy to just stand here all night as long as you never stop touching him.
âSoâŠâ you begin, turning your attention to the group as a whole, âhow was the trip? Did you guys get to sleep for a little bit?â You feel Eddie shift a little bit behind you, unaware of the look heâs giving his friends who just chuckle.Â
Grant looks Eddie directly in the eyes and replies, âOh, definitely. Eddie was especially quiet so it was pretty easy.â You cock an eyebrow at Grant, a little suspicious of the claim since the Eddie you know, the Eddie who sleeps in your bed most days, is a known sleep talker and never shuts the hell up when heâs awake. There was never a quiet moment with him. This was especially the case now, given how Eddie hasnât spoken since he held you. Usually heâd be going on and on about every thought that went through his head during the plane flight or things that happened between your last phone call and now.Â
âIâm sorry, but I wasnât aware that Eddie had a mute button. Where is it? Does he have a new secret freckle that I donât know about? â You point a finger in your boyfriendâs face while questioning the others. Eddie, taking the opportunity to get another laugh out of you, leans in and tries to playfully nip at your finger but you just move your hand away when he does so. Heâs still silent and youâre becoming more suspicious of him by the second.
Jeff walks over, having gone to the nearest trash can to dispose of his empty bottle. He adjusts the backpack on his shoulder before replying, âWell, someone lost their voice last night at the end of the show.â The other two boys laugh and Gareth pulls his phone out to seemingly provide evidence for Eddieâs actions as Jeff continues on, âHe was invited on stage for the last song of the night with the headliner It was fucking sick. The gutturals? Disgusting. âÂ
Gareth hands his phone over to you with a video from Tiktok pulled up. You kept TikTok open throughout the night to watch everything unfold live, but somehow missed this part of the night. Maybe this was when you were trying to sleep or went on a cleaning spree.Â
Like Jeff said, it was the last song of the night and they called Eddie on stage. The metalhead is sweaty from his previous performance but looks like he could go on all night if he had the chance. He has a smile on his face that fills your heart with pride, his joy only growing when the audience begins to cheer even more than they were before once he came on stage. Eddie is still in his stage outfit and makeup, some smoky red eyeshadow, wearing a half buttoned up button-down shirt, distressed jeans, and his favorite combat boots. The unbuttoned shirt revealed sections of his tattoos and his two necklaces - one with your first initial on it and the other was his new lucky guitar pick. His original has been hanging around your neck for around two years now. You were sure the comments were flooded with people fawning over his looks, they always are.Â
The two walk up to center stage as the band plays the first notes. You can almost feel the energy of the room just by watching the video. Everyone in the audience begins cheering. Everyone knows the lyrics and they all scream along with the two men on stage. The first notes of the song begin to play and the two vocalists make it to center stage before they start singing. Eddie has one foot up on the stage risers as he belts out the lyrics.
All in with a losing hand
The sun sets on a wanted man
No spine, born without a backbone
Two-faced, too late for a tombstone
 His screams are most akin to a deep growl from the back of his throat. He tried his best over the years to improve his guttural screams without damaging his throat, but maybe last night he got so excited that he forgot to take all the precautionary steps he took to prevent any damage.Â
Eddie nods at this and speaks up as much as heâs able to and says, âI got carried away and fucked up. I could feel the damage happening maybe halfway through the song but there was no way I was gonna stop.â
 Jeff nods, muttering under his breath, âAnd youâre the one always lecturing us about proper techniqueâŠâ Eddie huffs and raises a ringed middle finger to his bassist who did the only reasonable thing and gave Eddie one back.
You take a little pity on Eddie because heâs clearly annoyed at himself for doing this and how he hurt himself. You turn to him to peck his lips while soothingly rubbing his shoulders. Your touch is already making him feel better. All he wants to do is go home and snuggle up to you in order to make up for lost time. From behind you, thereâs some muffled comments being made by the boys, including a sarcastic âI can never get over how whipped he is for herâŠâ coming from Gareth. Eddie tears his eyes from you to Gareth and hoarsely remarks, âAt least I have a girlfriend.â Itâs barely audible to them, given the condition of his voice and the overall noise levels of the airport, but theyâre able to decipher what he said by lip reading. The reactions are mixed. Grant fakes offense, Jeff scoffs, and Gareth flips him off. Then, the younger man gets an idea.Â
âYou knowâŠâ, Gareth says, readjusting the bag hanging off one shoulder with a sly smile on his face, something you notice right away when you turn to look at him, âIâve actually been acting as his interpreter. Iâm pretty good.â
Your boyfriend scoffs and croaks out to Gareth, âNo the fuck youâre not.â
Instantly, Gareth replies, âWhatâs that? Youâre indefinitely appointing me as the new frontman? Aww, thanks man! I really appreciate that you trust me with the band!â Eddie shakes his head and is about to walk past you and try to knock some sense into his drummer, mainly because heâs tired and just wants to go home, but youâre still holding onto his shoulder so he stays put. Heâs pursing his lips and is clearly ticked off by Gareth, which seems to have been his goal. Most of the time, Eddie could put up with Garethâs shenanigans, but you swore that every time they went on tour Eddie would come back needing a break from him. He needed a break from everyone, really. Thatâs what was so great about this job. Youâre stuck in a tiny van with them with zero time by yourself and once you get home you can just avoid them until you can bear to look at their faces again. They didnât schedule a Hellfire session next week for this exact reason. Eddie didnât want to hear any of their voices or look at them for a while. Hell, he wanted to forget the guys even existed. His plan was to spend time with you, spend time in you, and spend time catching up on his sleep⊠with you
Heâs sick of standing here, heâs sick of the clothes heâs wearing, heâs sick of being awake. Eddie grabs his suitcase from the small pile of luggage that made up their belongings and said to you, âI wanna go home.â He pulls the handle up and takes your hand to begin walking towards the exit. You couldnât understand what he was saying seconds ago and found the perfect opportunity to poke fun at him.
âOh yeah, Iâd love to watch Titanic when we get home! We can do a fun romance movie marathon!.â
Eddie stops in his tracks and spins to look at you. Did you not hear him correctly? Is his voice that messed up? Itâs only when youâve got the same shit-eating grin on your face that Gareth is wearing that Eddie realizes youâre just messing with him. He gives you the same glare he previously gave the rest of the band and lets go of you before turning to leave the building. You let Eddie take a few steps by himself before shouting out, âYouâre going in the wrong direction!â
Eddie groans and turns around again. You and the boys are laughing and all decide itâs finally time to get going. Your boyfriend strode in the other direction to the other exit, one hand on his luggage and the other grabbing your hand again as he passed. Youâre laughing even more now and follow him to the elevator leading to the parking garage. Everyone else follows behind and you all make your way upstairs and to your car.
All the bags are packed into the back and the boys into the seats. Eddie immediately claimed the front passenger seat to avoid being sandwiched between the other three, but it gave him the opportunity to hold onto you more. Once everyone was buckled in and ready you began the hour long drive from Indianapolis to Hawkins. There was some chatter at the beginning, but as time went on the chatter morphed into a loud conversation about god knows what. You kept your focus on the road in order to get everyone home as fast as possible. Your patience was beginning to wear thin so you couldnât imagine how Eddie was feeling. Their loud comments were almost enough to drown out the car radio and the other vehicles whizzing past you on the highway.Â
The entire time, Eddie kept one hand on your thigh. Neither of you had the energy for sex right now, but you couldnât deny that his touch wasnât getting you a little hot and bothered. You were used to satiating each other's urges whenever you had the chance so you had a month's worth of desires and urges to let out with him. When the time came for him to leave for tour, he made you promise not to touch yourself because âyou canât play with something that belongs to himâ. You could have easily gone against his wishes, it was all for fun, but it just made his homecoming all the more exciting. His hands were warm and the heat went right through your jeans. He would squeeze your leg sometimes when you stopped and sometimes rub the inside of your thigh with his thumb.Â
You drop everyone off at their respective homes and heave a sigh of relief once itâs just you and Eddie in the car. You love those guys, you really do, but sometimes when theyâre all together in the same room (or in this case, car) they all start acting like lunatics. Your only saving grace was the fact that they all wore seatbelts and Eddie, the usual instigator of their chaos, was quiet and drained of all his energy.Â
As you begin the drive to your apartment, you lower the radio volume until itâs merely background noise. Eddie takes his hand away from your thigh and crosses his arms as he makes himself more comfortable. He even pulls his hoodie up to keep warm
You lived two towns over so the drive would be twenty minutes until you both could finally go to sleep. Out of the corner of your eye you see Eddie moving to recline the passenger seat a little bit and shut his eyes.Â
âGet some rest, baby. Weâll be home soon.â
There was never a discussion about where heâd be staying the night, you just assumed he would be sleeping here. It was a peaceful, quiet drive. A few minutes after he got comfortable you heard his even, heavy breathing and smiled at how quickly he fell asleep. He tired himself out after that last show. Eventually, you roll into your complexâs parking lot and slow to a stop in your designated area. Once the car is off, you take one of Eddieâs hands and give it a squeeze to wake him up. His eyes flutter open and you give him a warm smile. He blearily rubs his eyes and slowly ambles out of the car. You grab his luggage and he picks up his guitar case to sling over his shoulder. Once heâs out and all his belongings are out of the car, you go over to him and hold your hand out which he happily takes. Itâs a short walk from your car but takes a little longer than normal thanks to everything you two are lugging and how sluggish your boyfriend is moving. Thankfully, the temperature wasnât dipping too low so neither of you were in a hurry. Eventually you get to the front door of your apartment. Neither of you speak on the walk over, but itâs a comfortable silence so neither of you try to fix that.Â
The door finally opens after you fight the lock for what feels like an eternity. Eddie sighs when he steps inside. He sets his guitar case down on the sofa and you put his luggage down next to the front door. You kick off your slippers as he leans against the couch to bend over and pull his sneakers off. Once those are off, he begins stripping down in the living room without saying a word. Eddie pulls his hoodie over his head and is followed by the Metallica shirt he wore underneath. Then, he pulls off his sweatpants to reveal⊠nothing else.
âEd, honey, did you really take an 11-hour flight without underwear?â
Eddie turns to you as he takes his hair down out of the ponytail he was wearing. He runs his fingers through his hair and scratches at his scalp to relieve the tension from having his hair up for that long. Your beautiful boyfriend stands in the middle of your living room, completely drained and fully nude in front of the open living room window. Eddie looks at you and tiredly answers, âI didnât feel like wearing themâ like itâs completely normal. Heâs beyond the point of holding a regular conversation. The dim lighting doesnât help to hide the bags under his eyes. This would be a conversation to be held in the morning.
You sigh and shake your head at him. Heâs bending over to pick his clothes up and you get a full view of his ass, and you wonât complain. Itâs a great view. So great that you go over and give it a little tap. You donât have the energy to give it a full-on smack, something else to tackle tomorrow. Eddie turns and has a small smile on his face. He takes the shirt in his hand and throws it at your face. You hate to admit it smells amazing - itâs a little more sweaty than the shirts he usually gives you since he was stuck in a cramped plane for eleven hours, but that was what somehow made it smell better. He picks up his laundry (minus the shirt) and carries it into your room. Your eyes are scanning his body as he walks inside. The only light source in the room is your bedside lamp, so thereâs even less light in there. Heâs half hard despite the exhaustion over the past 24 hours and you make a mental note to yourself to wake him up with a blowjob, he always loves that. All his dirty clothing is tossed onto the designated laundry chair, now a mix of your dirty clothes and his, before he flops down onto the bed on his stomach. Heâs sprawled out like a starfish and groans when he hits the bed, burying his face in your pillows. It gives you the opportunity to ogle him more, the skeleton wings on his back and the bite mark that you gave him that he permanently tattooed onto the side of his neck. Itâs the closest thing you guys had to matching couple tattoos - he had a bite from you on his neck, and you had his on your inner thigh. He was perfect.
You take the time to remove your clothing and strip down like Eddie did earlier. He turns his head a bit to watch you. His eyes trace your curves as the clothing falls off and is placed on the growing mountain in the corner. Once youâre properly undressed, he turns his head back to your pillows so he could take in your fragrance again. The mix of your shampoo, soap, and natural scent was better than any drug.
âGod, Iâm fucking exhaustedâŠâ
You tiptoe over to the side of the bed and sit down next to him, moving a lock of curly hair away from his face so you can look at him more. He has a sleepy smile on his face, and itâs obvious that heâs on the verge of falling asleep. You reply, âMm, I bet. Did you have fun?âÂ
The metalhead nods his head and takes your hand in his to kiss the back of it. Eddie missed a lot of things. He missed the smell of your bedsheets, your warmth when he woke up to your body curled up next to his, the long nights spent in bed just laughing and talking until one of you fell asleep. With his lips pressed against your hand, he mutters, âYes, but Iâm happy to be homeâŠâ
He called your apartment home. There was already a mix of his belongings in here besides his clothing so it would make sense that it felt like home to him. The question keeps flying around in your head, but again, itâs a conversation for tomorrow. Your blankets were calling your name, especially with this angel of a man under them. You reach to your bedside table and turn the light off with a soft click, the streetlights outside barely illuminating the room now. Eddie holds the sheets open for you as you tiredly climb inside. The last of your energy leaves your body the moment your head hits the pillow. A pair of strong arms encircle you again and pull you close so your chests are pressed together. You nuzzle him and give him a little kiss before whispering, âGoodnight, Eddie. Get some sleep.â
summary: You come home from work one day and your daughter has something to show you.
word count: 2.6k
author's note: @munson-blurbs has Harris and Hendrix, @corroded-hellfire has Luke, Ryan, and Eliza, and now I have little Angie.
If there are any mistakes in this, then please ignore them. I wrote this up really quickly and didn't even proofread it. Is that a bad idea? Yes. Am I going to proofread in the future? No.
You let out a relieved sigh as you quietly close the front door behind you. Work was draining, and you had to stay after contract hours to finish up some last minute paperwork. Tiredly, you toe off your sneakers and move them to the shoe rack near the door. The rack is almost full, dominated by worn black combat boots belonging to both you and Eddie, his white white sneakers, There are also colorful Velcro sneakers, ladybug rain boots, and a small pair of flower print doc martens. The shoe rack is under a console table where you drop your keys. Thereâs a picture in the center of the table and you canât help but smile every time you see it. It was taken the last time Corroded Coffin went on tour last month and captured a special event for your family.
Youâve got on an old Corroded Coffin shirt that Eddie swore he lost but you managed to hide it and turn it into a crop top. The shirt was paired with fishnet stockings, a ripped pair of jeans, and your most comfortable pair of combat boots. The outfit definitely showed more skin than you were comfortable showing, but the look on Eddieâs face when he walked on stage and saw you was well worth it. He also made sure to show you how much he loved it after the show and you had to buy a new pair of fishnets after that.
On your hip was your pride and joy and the owner of the little Doc Martens, your four year old daughter Angela. You and Eddie rarely called her by her actual name, instead calling her Angie, Ang, or Eddieâs favorite, Angel. Your daughter, who calls herself âdaddyâs biggest fanâ, was also donning a Corroded Coffin shirt but it was so big that it was more like a dress on her tiny body. She chose a sparkly pair of red leggings and her little doc martens. Thereâs a giant pair of headphones Her hand is outstretched to wave at the cameraman, which in this case was Uncle Wayne. To top things off, she was wearing a large pair of headphones. Angie didnât like them at first, but quickly accepted them when you explained she could only go to the concert if the headphones stayed on the entire time. She almost forgot they were on her by the time her dad came on stage.
Eddie is next to you, fresh off the stage with his in-ears hanging from around his neck and his hair is drenched in sweat. His bangs stuck to his forehead and was frizzy from all the running around and headbanging. His tank top, once dry and white, was now almost see-through with how drenched it was. His guitar was slung across his chest since they had just gotten off stage. One hand was wrapped around your neck and the other was giving the camera the devil horns while his tongue was sticking out. It was a typical Eddie pose. Wayne made sure to ask for a ânice pictureâ which he has displayed at his house but you love this one more. It captured the beauty of your perfect family.
Speaking of family, you hear a familiar set of footsteps running through the hallway to reach you and see your daughter wearing her favorite Belle dress and a unicorn hoodie. Her shoes were probably taken off the moment she got home to reveal her rainbow socks. There are a few big hair clips that you didnât remember putting in her hair this morning, but you donât pay that much attention. Knowing Angie, she was probably playing dress up with Eddie and wanted to do her hair as well. You kneel down to her level and exclaim, âHi sweet pea!â as she approaches you with open arms. She runs right into your arms and you stand back up while holding her and begin spinning around. The two of you are laughing, Angela more than you. Once youâve stopped spinning you give her a big smooch on the cheek, emphasized by a loud, âMWAH!â which sends her into another fit of giggles.
âHow is my favorite girl doing, hm?â You begin to bounce her in your arms as you ask her about her day. All you want to do is pinch her cheeks and stare at her all day. You swear sheâs a carbon copy of Eddie because thereâs no evidence of you in her face. Eddie swears she looks more like you, but she has his signature hair and big bambi eyes.Â
Angie responds, âIt was good! I made a macaroni necklace and we read a book and played tag with Isabella on the playground!â You nod along as she lists off every single thing she did that day, making a mental note to ask about the book later to buy it for her. It was important to both you and Eddie that she had a love for reading like her parents. One of you would read to her every night and work on her reading skills. The last time you talked to her teacher, they informed you that she was one of the best readers in her class. Eddie almost started crying when he heard that.Â
Sheâs halfway through telling a story about Kevin who opened his Danimals and then shook it before she stops mid-sentence and exclaims, âOh! Mommy I need to show you what I learned today!â Angie pats your arms, her way of asking to be put down, so you help her to the ground before she races to the back of the house where the living room is. Youâre still tired, legs aching after walking around all day, so you arenât moving as quickly as sheâd like. Her little head peeks out from the living room and she says, âMOMMY CMON!â
Thereâs a hushed voice coming from the living room which you suppose is Eddie, but youâre confused as to why he didnât come say hello yet. Heâs usually there at the door, child in hand, whenever you arrive home after him. You walk through the hallway, passing the door leading down to the basement that Eddie turned into his official D&D game room. Thereâs a staircase leading up to the second floor with a couple stuffed animals sitting on the steps. Itâs not until you turn to enter the living room that you realize why Eddie didnât come greet you at the door.
Heâs sitting cross-legged in front of the stereo with at least ten clips in his hair and a bow on the top of his head. His hair was also looking a little frizzy, maybe Angela tried brushing his hair before putting the clips in. Eddie turns when you enter the room and flashes a smile at you along with a wave. He greets you with, âHey gorgeous.â before turning to his daughter standing in the middle of the room. You notice that the sofa and coffee table were pushed back to give her ample room, although you werenât sure what for. He has his hand on the stereo and asks Angie with a small smile, âReady?â
She nods her head and turns her body to you. Then, Eddie presses play on the stereo and a song starts playing. You instantly recognize it as a Lamb Of God song, although you arenât sure which one. She begins bouncing as the song plays. Youâre standing there confused and look to your husband who locks eyes with you and mouths, âJust waitâ, before you both look back at your daughter. The song transitions from the introduction to the first verse.
The blood's on the wall
So you'd might as well just admit it
And bleach out the stains
Suddenly, Angela starts to thrash around. Sheâs shaking her head with the hair clips bouncing off her head. Her little hands are balled into fists as she wildly waves her arms around and sheâs swinging her legs around with abandon. In the corner of your eye, you see Eddie headbanging to the song with a wild grin on his face. Angie is having the time of her life dancing in the middle of the room. It reminds you of the crowd at the last Corroded Coffin show. A little too much like the crowd.
Without a word, you creep behind the sofa to kneel beside Eddie. You place a hand on his shoulder to get his attention without interrupting your daughterâs fun. He turns to look at you and his proud smile immediately drops when he sees how displeased you look. Your lips are pursed and eyebrows are furrowed. He always knew you to be the type of person who never got angry, so he knew it wasnât good when you were looking at him as if you wanted to strangle him. He stares at you and only manages to choke out a quiet, âHey⊠whatâs up?âÂ
With a calm and even tone, you make a simple request for him, âCan we talk pleaseââ and look up to your daughter who hadnât noticed you stopped watching her, ââin private?â
Your husband nods and gets up after you do. Eddie moves to stand with a groan and you can even hear his knees crack in the process. It was so loud that you were surprised Angie didnât hear it over the blaring bass of the song which was almost over. You try to hold back your laughter as he has to hold onto the nearby furniture to stand up fully. Once heâs standing upright, Eddie leans in and whispers, âYouâre laughing now, but one day youâll be struggling to get up like I am.â
Before you two leave the room, you press pause on the song which grabs Angelaâs attention. She stops spinning to look at you confused as to why the music stopped. You walk to her and get down on her level for a second while Eddie walks into the other room. Angela asks, âMommy, whyâd you turn the music off? I wasnât done dancing yet!â Her eyes, just as brown and beautiful as her fathers, looked so sad and part of you wanted to turn the music back on so she wouldnât be so upset. The more rational side of you, the anxious mother in you, said it wasnât safe for her to be thrashing around like that without either you or Eddie watching her. Hell knows sheâd probably run into a wall or kick something since her hair was all over the place.
To ease her disappointment, you cup her cheeks and tell her, âI just need to talk to daddy for a minute, okay? Can you teach me how to dance like that when weâre done?â Any trace of sadness is gone the moment you ask her to teach you. For once, she got to show you something new! Sheâs absolutely beaming and nods frantically. You give her a kiss on the forehead and before leaving the room ask her, âCan you get your backpack for me? We can dance together and then weâll do your homework together⊠and you can show me the necklace you made!â
You turn to leave the room and hear her rush past you to where her kittycorn backpack is hanging near the door. Eddie is leaning against the doorway to the kitchen and watching you two. Youâre only now getting the chance to admire how perfect he looks. He got out of work before you did so he was able to change from his dirty coveralls to a dark blue henley and some plaid pajama pants. His arms are crossed and they look so big that they almost donât seem real, one of the many perks of lifting heavy equipment and his job as a mechanic. The colorful hair clips and sparkly bow only add to his good looks, reminding you of the beautiful family youâve started with him and what a great father he has become.Â
Unfortunately, you feel your irritation with him slowly dissolving as you look at him more and he can sense that. You always struggled to stay mad at Eddie because you loved him too much and he was fully aware of that. Sometimes he used that to his advantage to put an end to your occassional squabbles. Also, Eddie had eyes. He could see that you were staring at him. This shirt did a great job of showing off his tattoos and he knew those were a weakness of yours.
You step into the kitchen before he can get a word in and erase any last bit of frustration with him. Eddie has to get himself to stop smiling when he realizes you arenât just putting up an act. You were actually ticked off at him.
âSo, what made you think it was a good idea to teach our four year old how to mosh?â
You watch as your husband averts eye contact with you and kisses his teeth. His arms are crossed Heâs trying to think of a good excuse for this, but so far he canât think of anything and the longer he stays silent the more intense your glare becomes. Eddie eventually gives in with a sigh of defeat, uncrossing his arms before he admits to you, âAngie asked about the dancing she saw from the crowd when you two came to see Corroded Coffin last month. She thought it looked like a fun dance!â Youâre seconds away from berating him before he lifts a finger up to continue speaking. âWe talked about safety before I taught her anything. She canât do it at school or on the playground. The only place she can do it is an open space with no other kids around, and she canât be alone in the room. I donât want to be the reason why she has to get stitches after she falls and hits her head on something.â
You heave a sigh of relief at that. Before he can get any ideas, you look up at him and say, âOk, thank you. Iâm sorry if it felt like I didnât trust you or that I was really angry. Itâs just⊠I dont know Eddie, sheâs still so small and fragile and I worry about her all the time.â Eddie is nodding, his eyes focused on your daughter who is back in the living room with the contents of her backpack strewn across the floor. Sheâs got her yellow pencil case open that holds her crayons as she works diligently on one a color by number piece assigned at school. Your eyes follow his and you put a hand on his forearm to squeeze it. Thereâs no need to worry about Angela, not really. She has a very capable father who adores her and would never let anything happen to her. Youâre sure heâd lay his life down to keep her safe.Â
Without looking away from Angie, Eddie remarks, âAngelaâs got a super strong and smart mother who doesnât take shit from anyone, sheâs gonna be okay. Besides, she bounces back really quickly whenever she gets hurt. I think itâs some kid superpower or somethingâŠâ Angie looks to the two of you talking and waves to you both before motioning for you guys to join her in the living room. Sheâs completely unaware of the conversation happening in the other room and only cares about having her parents around. That, and seeing if you two wanted to have a dance party once her homework is done.
You do dance with her, by the way. After all, youâve been in more mosh pits than you can remember. Eddie was there with you for every single one of them.
If anyone is interested, I might write something based on the events that take place after the picture at the Corroded Coffin concert was taken. Let's just say, Eddie had Wayne take little Angie home early so you could get some alone time with your rockstar husband.