Labor Day post
I know I just posted but I had no school therefore plot bunnies saw fit to attack my brain and leave it all mushy and squish. Ew.
Anywho, here you go! Enjoy! Oh and thank you for all the wonderful comments.
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There’s only one framed picture sitting on Monty’s bedside table; a woman with auburn curls and sorrowful eyes. Her expression was that of death, vacant but beautiful.
The woman’s moment of immortality was…unhappy.
Monty bustled in, wet hair sticking to his cheek. “What do you have there?”
“Who is she?”
Monty looked around.
Eddie held up the frame.
“Oh.” Monty sat on the bed next to Eddie, taking the frame. ”Imogene.” His voice pained with memories.
Eddie smiled a little and pulled the frame from Monty’s grasp, putting it back.
He touched Monty’s hip and proceeded to make him forget.
Author: slashophile
Rating: PG
Pairing: Eddie/Monty (drabble)
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“What are you doing?”
Jars of peanut butter lay gutted in the kitchen trash can. Their contents were being plopped onto a cookie tray by an incredibly smug looking Eddie. “Making peanut butter cookies.”
“I figured that much but why?”
“Found my mom’s old recipe and just had an urge to make ‘em.”
“Dude, you’ve got peanut butter all over you.”
“What are you gonna do about it?”
Monty leaned across the counter and ran a thumb along the ridge of Eddie’s nose. He stuck it in his mouth and smiled. “I imagine I’ll just have to lick it off.”
Author: slashophile
Rating: PG
Pairing: Monty/Eddie (drabble)
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She looked up expectantly.
“I’m going out.”
She blinked as if uncomprehending. “Where?”
He stared, hoping the need would not transcend mental boundaries.
“Okay.”
Eddie smiled a timid, unnatural smile that chilled Fiona’s skin. He grabbed his coat and moved toward the door.
“Is it him?”
He stopped. “Yeah.”
She let out a small breath and put her tea cup down. Her wedding band clipped the china, the ping brought tears to her eyes. “Say hello to Monty for me.”
He shrugged on his coat. “Sure.” Then he was gone.
She pillowed her head on her arms and silently cried.
Author: slashophile
Rating: G
Pairing(s): Eddie/Fiona, Eddie/Monty (drabble)
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This one is just goofy. Subtle hints of them being together but overall just a goofy writing practice. Hope you enjoy it all the same! ^_^ Thank you to ckr for pointing out that Harlequins are called Mills and Boons. And I figured Eddie would call them Harlequins so I just made sure he used it and not Monty. ^_^
The book lay strewn across his stomach next to Monty’s long arm. Their legs were entangled and the covers lay haphazardly across their hips, tangling with the sheets and Monty’s feet.
Eddie couldn’t help but feel absurdity of the situation. Not but two months ago he’d been trekking through the cold streets of London searching for drug lords and now he found himself lying in a warm bed pressed up against a terribly attractive blonde man with shimmering blue eyes…
“What are you writing?”
“Nothing.” Monty moved the piece of paper close to his body.
“Let me see.” Eddie grabbed at it, victoriously holding it at arm’s length. “Uh-uh,” he pushed Monty back with one hand, “alright, what have we here.”
“Really, dude, it’s nothing.”
Eddie smirked but pulled the paper closer. He stifled a chuckle. “Shimmering blue eyes? Terribly attractive?”
“What? You think that’s about us? Hardly.”
“Their names are Monty and Eddie.”
Monty snorted derisively. “So? I’m sure there are other Eddies and Monties in the world. I mean we can’t be so pig-headed to believe that we’re the only Eddie and Monty who know each other.”
“Sure but how many of them are terribly attractive with shimmering blue eyes?” Eddie stood and let the paper flutter back onto the desk. Monty scooped it back up and shoved it in his pocket.
“Bloody hell.”
Eddie laughed. “I can’t believe you wrote that.”
“All right, could we get past it please?”
“Fine.” Eddie lifted his hands, motioning a truce.
“Good, because it’s really not that big of a deal.” Monty picked up his coat and sniffed. “It’s just a bloody story.”
“You’re absolutely right.” Eddie opened the door. “Come on, it’s time to trek through the cold streets of London.”
Monty glared but huffed past him. “That’s the last time I let you read anything I write.”
“Promise?”
“For God’s sake, it wasn’t that bad.”
“Not if you’re some two-bit harlequin writer.”
"Mills and Boons you Yank."
"Whatever."
Monty stopped, causing Eddie to run right into him. “You know, mate, there’s a lot to be said about the popularity of those trashy little novellas.”
“No Pip.”
“Eddie just think of the extra money.”
“No Pip, we already have a job.”
He sneered. “I meant for me you twit.”
“You? Write harlequins on your own?”
“And why not?”
“I don’t think one of their publishers would even consider something written by you.”
Monty did his best to hide the hurt but Eddie saw it and immediately regretted his last few comments. “What I mean is Mills and Boons’ are harder to write than you think.”
“Please just write some sex, fill in the bloody plot around it and you’re done.”
“See, that’s exactly the wrong attitude for a harlequin writer.” Eddie gripped Monty’s elbow and pulled him into the opening elevator. “You’re just looking at the mechanics.”
“Oh really.”
“Yeah.” Eddie shrugged into his jacket.
“And you could do better?”
“Sure.”
“Whatever mate.”
“Let me see it.”
“What?”
“The story.” Eddie motioned for it with his fingers. Monty reluctantly removed it from his pocket and handed it to Eddie. “Okay let’s see.” He read silently. “You do have potential.” The elevator door opened.
“Well thank God for bloody potential.”
Eddie let Monty lead them to the car and sat down in the passenger seat. “Okay, all you have to do is take out some of the feminine stuff.”
Monty glared at Eddie. “There is nothing feminine abut my story.” He turned and started the car.
“Shimmering blue eyes?”
“Dude, that is not feminine.”
“Just say he had blue eyes.”
“Adjectives are what sell.”
“Misused adjectives make people want to hurl.”
Monty snorted and prepared to back out onto the main road. “You’re disgusting mate.”
“Wait.” Eddie gripped Monty’s wrist. “You really do have potential.”
“Great throw that bloody piece of paper out the window and let’s go on with it. The sooner we're out the sooner we can go home.”
Eddie rolled his eyes. “No.” He stuffed the already abused piece of paper into his pocket.
“Fine, bloody well keep it then, but I don’t want to talk about it anymore.”
“Fine.” Eddie waved toward the street. “Let’s go, the cold streets of London don’t trek themselves.”
“You’re awful, you know that?”
Eddie grinned.
Author: slashophile
Rating: PG
Pairing: Eddie/Monty (ficlet, heh rhymes with piglet, heh...uhm nevermind)
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Hope you enjoyed reading!
Anywho, here you go! Enjoy! Oh and thank you for all the wonderful comments.
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There’s only one framed picture sitting on Monty’s bedside table; a woman with auburn curls and sorrowful eyes. Her expression was that of death, vacant but beautiful.
The woman’s moment of immortality was…unhappy.
Monty bustled in, wet hair sticking to his cheek. “What do you have there?”
“Who is she?”
Monty looked around.
Eddie held up the frame.
“Oh.” Monty sat on the bed next to Eddie, taking the frame. ”Imogene.” His voice pained with memories.
Eddie smiled a little and pulled the frame from Monty’s grasp, putting it back.
He touched Monty’s hip and proceeded to make him forget.
Author: slashophile
Rating: PG
Pairing: Eddie/Monty (drabble)
---
“What are you doing?”
Jars of peanut butter lay gutted in the kitchen trash can. Their contents were being plopped onto a cookie tray by an incredibly smug looking Eddie. “Making peanut butter cookies.”
“I figured that much but why?”
“Found my mom’s old recipe and just had an urge to make ‘em.”
“Dude, you’ve got peanut butter all over you.”
“What are you gonna do about it?”
Monty leaned across the counter and ran a thumb along the ridge of Eddie’s nose. He stuck it in his mouth and smiled. “I imagine I’ll just have to lick it off.”
Author: slashophile
Rating: PG
Pairing: Monty/Eddie (drabble)
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She looked up expectantly.
“I’m going out.”
She blinked as if uncomprehending. “Where?”
He stared, hoping the need would not transcend mental boundaries.
“Okay.”
Eddie smiled a timid, unnatural smile that chilled Fiona’s skin. He grabbed his coat and moved toward the door.
“Is it him?”
He stopped. “Yeah.”
She let out a small breath and put her tea cup down. Her wedding band clipped the china, the ping brought tears to her eyes. “Say hello to Monty for me.”
He shrugged on his coat. “Sure.” Then he was gone.
She pillowed her head on her arms and silently cried.
Author: slashophile
Rating: G
Pairing(s): Eddie/Fiona, Eddie/Monty (drabble)
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This one is just goofy. Subtle hints of them being together but overall just a goofy writing practice. Hope you enjoy it all the same! ^_^ Thank you to ckr for pointing out that Harlequins are called Mills and Boons. And I figured Eddie would call them Harlequins so I just made sure he used it and not Monty. ^_^
The book lay strewn across his stomach next to Monty’s long arm. Their legs were entangled and the covers lay haphazardly across their hips, tangling with the sheets and Monty’s feet.
Eddie couldn’t help but feel absurdity of the situation. Not but two months ago he’d been trekking through the cold streets of London searching for drug lords and now he found himself lying in a warm bed pressed up against a terribly attractive blonde man with shimmering blue eyes…
“What are you writing?”
“Nothing.” Monty moved the piece of paper close to his body.
“Let me see.” Eddie grabbed at it, victoriously holding it at arm’s length. “Uh-uh,” he pushed Monty back with one hand, “alright, what have we here.”
“Really, dude, it’s nothing.”
Eddie smirked but pulled the paper closer. He stifled a chuckle. “Shimmering blue eyes? Terribly attractive?”
“What? You think that’s about us? Hardly.”
“Their names are Monty and Eddie.”
Monty snorted derisively. “So? I’m sure there are other Eddies and Monties in the world. I mean we can’t be so pig-headed to believe that we’re the only Eddie and Monty who know each other.”
“Sure but how many of them are terribly attractive with shimmering blue eyes?” Eddie stood and let the paper flutter back onto the desk. Monty scooped it back up and shoved it in his pocket.
“Bloody hell.”
Eddie laughed. “I can’t believe you wrote that.”
“All right, could we get past it please?”
“Fine.” Eddie lifted his hands, motioning a truce.
“Good, because it’s really not that big of a deal.” Monty picked up his coat and sniffed. “It’s just a bloody story.”
“You’re absolutely right.” Eddie opened the door. “Come on, it’s time to trek through the cold streets of London.”
Monty glared but huffed past him. “That’s the last time I let you read anything I write.”
“Promise?”
“For God’s sake, it wasn’t that bad.”
“Not if you’re some two-bit harlequin writer.”
"Mills and Boons you Yank."
"Whatever."
Monty stopped, causing Eddie to run right into him. “You know, mate, there’s a lot to be said about the popularity of those trashy little novellas.”
“No Pip.”
“Eddie just think of the extra money.”
“No Pip, we already have a job.”
He sneered. “I meant for me you twit.”
“You? Write harlequins on your own?”
“And why not?”
“I don’t think one of their publishers would even consider something written by you.”
Monty did his best to hide the hurt but Eddie saw it and immediately regretted his last few comments. “What I mean is Mills and Boons’ are harder to write than you think.”
“Please just write some sex, fill in the bloody plot around it and you’re done.”
“See, that’s exactly the wrong attitude for a harlequin writer.” Eddie gripped Monty’s elbow and pulled him into the opening elevator. “You’re just looking at the mechanics.”
“Oh really.”
“Yeah.” Eddie shrugged into his jacket.
“And you could do better?”
“Sure.”
“Whatever mate.”
“Let me see it.”
“What?”
“The story.” Eddie motioned for it with his fingers. Monty reluctantly removed it from his pocket and handed it to Eddie. “Okay let’s see.” He read silently. “You do have potential.” The elevator door opened.
“Well thank God for bloody potential.”
Eddie let Monty lead them to the car and sat down in the passenger seat. “Okay, all you have to do is take out some of the feminine stuff.”
Monty glared at Eddie. “There is nothing feminine abut my story.” He turned and started the car.
“Shimmering blue eyes?”
“Dude, that is not feminine.”
“Just say he had blue eyes.”
“Adjectives are what sell.”
“Misused adjectives make people want to hurl.”
Monty snorted and prepared to back out onto the main road. “You’re disgusting mate.”
“Wait.” Eddie gripped Monty’s wrist. “You really do have potential.”
“Great throw that bloody piece of paper out the window and let’s go on with it. The sooner we're out the sooner we can go home.”
Eddie rolled his eyes. “No.” He stuffed the already abused piece of paper into his pocket.
“Fine, bloody well keep it then, but I don’t want to talk about it anymore.”
“Fine.” Eddie waved toward the street. “Let’s go, the cold streets of London don’t trek themselves.”
“You’re awful, you know that?”
Eddie grinned.
Author: slashophile
Rating: PG
Pairing: Eddie/Monty (ficlet, heh rhymes with piglet, heh...uhm nevermind)
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Hope you enjoyed reading!