Personal Assistant-Part 2

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Fictober Day 2

Prompt:

“Maybe I love you a little bit too much.”

Aziracrow, angst

Crowley thought that they'd have a chance, he really did. But the moment the words ‘I forgive you’ left Aziraphale's mouth, he knew it was over.

“Don't bother.”

The rest is history, but what happened after? He drove off. And for the first time, the radio was silent.

The next few months were miserable. He never even raised his voice at his plants. One night, he got low. He prayed.

He secretly hopes Aziraphale hears him, hopes that maybe, just maybe, he'll come back.

“I thought it'd be me and you, side by side, angel.” He cries out, hand feebly holding onto a bottle of whiskey. “For eternity. You gave me hope, angel. Something I haven't felt for millennia. Maybe I love you a little too much, but I'll never let you go.”

Afterwards, Crowley swore he heard Aziraphale's voice, but when he called out, he never got a response.

“Oh, Crowley. You'll always have my heart.”

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Would you be open to a one shot where Eddie scares the reader on Halloween and they slip and get super scared of him and run and hide so he has to comfort her a bunch?

Little subby reader getting scared by big mean Eds. .

CW: little scary but not rlly, lots of pet names , little reader , fem reader, Daddy!Eddie , fluffy , wrote this pretty fast but it's cute

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You see , what Eddie loved about you was how small and vulnerable you were around him. You were his soft spot. He had the inherent urge to take care of you, protect you against the big mean world that he knows exists out there.

But…he’s still Eddie. He’s still a little sadistic (which you love), and he loves when he can make you cry , because then you reach out for him even more. Spooky season is his favorite, and you like it too. But you like the cute ghosts and pumpkins and sweaters and blankies. Eddie likes the scary movies and stories and haunting and blood.

And he had this idea, just a small one, to play a scary joke on you. Both for his thrill and yours, and maybe he could even get you to enjoy the fear a little, maybe even find it funny.

So, one dark October night, Eddie comes up with his plan.

“shit baby, I forgot I need to get candy for Hellfire tomorrow. i told them i’d treat them,” Eddie says, moving his arm from around where it was holding you on the couch.

You shift sleepily out of his hold. “Oh, okay Eds we can go,” you say , moving to put on your ghost slippers.

He quickly stops you. “No no baby, I can just go really fast. You stay and rest. I’ll be right back.”

Your eyebrows knit together. You don’t like being left alone at night. You know you’d be safe, but you always feel better when Eddie is around. Your head falls some as you twiddle your thumbs together.

“Hey, hey,” Eddie starts, tipping your head up by your chin to look at him. “Can you be a big girl for me? Stay home alone just for a few minutes?” Eddie asks, using his charming Daddy voice on you, knowing it pulls on your heart strings.

You breathe in deeply. You want to be good for him, make him proud. You can do it, just a few minutes while he’s gone. You nod and he kisses your forehead.

He’s smiling giddily, and has to hold himself back from showing his excitement. “Good girl,” he praises. “I love you. I’ll be right back, and maybe i’ll bring you a little treat.”

He holds your face and plants a wet kiss on your lips before grabbing his keys and wallet, and heading out the trailer door. You get up to make sure it’s locked behind him, just double checking before you sit back on the couch and focus on the tv.

You’re fine at first, knowing he’ll be back fast, and everything is okay. It’s not even that late .

Ten minutes pass and you start to feel a little more nervous, eyes constantly flitting to the door, waiting for Eddie to walk through and relieve you of your nerves.

But what you don’t see is Eddie outside, Michael Myers mask in hand as he creeps along the side of the trailer. He had started the van and drove forward, knowing you’d wait to hear him leave, but he turned the lights off and parked right away, counting the minutes before he’d come scare you.

He tries to tread his boots lightly, not crunching the gravel outside too loudly so you didn’t expect anything.

He creeps up to be just under the window that sits behind the couch in the living room, just barely being able to see the outline of your head. You look so small and innocent. So sweet, cuddled into the blanket he left you in. Had you even moved? Probably not, you’re probably just waiting for him to arrive home.

His heart thumps as he raises his hand and knocks , one two three times on the window, before ducking back down out of sight.

You heard the knocks, your head immediately turning back to the dark window behind you. Your heart quickens, scared. Maybe you were imagining it. It wasn’t real.

You try to focus again on the movie, but you could hear your heartbeat in your ears, your adrenaline rising.

…You heard it before you saw it- the rattling of the front door. It was like the entire world had stopped. It was too soon for Eddie to be home so you knew it wasn’t him.

The door rattles again, harder.

Someone was trying to get in.

Youre frozen in place as tears start to prick in your eyes. You don’t know what to do, where to go.

BANG

Something hit the door, maybe someone trying to force it open, and you yelp a scream, immediately putting a hand over your mouth trying to silence yourself. You don’t want the intruder to know you’re here.

You try and calm your breathing, staring at the locked door before deciding it best to go hide.

But as you slowly got up to creep toward the bedroom- you saw it.

A man’s face looking in at you from the back window.

You scream, running to the bedroom and locking the door, crying and shaking. You run to Eddies closet, closing it immediately and locking the door as you try to bury yourself behind clothes. You are a shaking, crying, trembling mess as you prepared yourself for the worst.

You had seen it, the man outside the window in the black of night. Was he holding something? You can’t remember but it doesn’t matter because Eddie isn’t home, and what if he comes home and the man attacks him or or-

You hear the front door open. How? How did they get in, you know you locked it, you were sure.

Your tears can’t stop falling, you’re practically hyperventilating.

“Baby? Baby where are you?” You hear Eddie’s voice call, but youre still terrified, not trusting it was him, so you remain in the closet.

Eddie searches the living room, his smile of satisfaction slowly turning into a worried look as he realizes he might’ve gone too far. He races through the hallway, seeing the discarded blankie of yours on the ground outside of the bedroom.

He runs for bedroom door and tries to open it but it was locked from the inside. His heart drops, you must be terrified.

“Baby, it’s just me! Open the door please I promise you’re okay. It’s okay,” he calls to you, praying you were still inside and didn’t manage to run out.

“J-just you?” You call out weakly from the cracked open closet door.

“Just me . Just me, sweetheart” he tries to reassure you. He can tell by the higher pitch in your voice that you’ve slipped even further than before he left.

“If it’s you…den What’s our safe word?” You ask, trying to make sure it’s really him.

He chuckles. “Mayo, Mayo baby . Mayo like mayonnaise.”

You sigh in relief, getting up on shaky legs to walk and open the door for him. He looks at you and his expression drops upon seeing how sad and small you are, tears streaking your red face.

You reach up and hug him immediately. “So so scared Daddy there was a -“ you start crying again, choking some on your words as Eddie guides you toward the bed. “A man outside and he-he tried to come in and get me and-“

but that’s when you see the mask in Eddie’s hand. Your heart drops. Your eyes blow open and breathing stops as you put the pieces together.

You instantly recoil away from him.

“Baby I’m so sorry I didn’t think you would get so upset,” Eddie immediately apologizes, reaching his hands toward you. But you back away even more toward the headboard of the bed, clutching a pillow to you.

Your tears come out even faster now. “I-I was so scared,” you cry, your voice small as you try and hide from him.

His heart breaks , regret filling his veins as he realizes what he’s done. He knew you were sensitive and he let his own stupid prank hurt you. It’s the last thing he wanted to do.

“I’m so fucking sorry baby,” He repeats, leaning forward and wrapping his strong arms around you. You let your head fall into his chest, breathing choppy as you try and calm your emotions down. “You’re safe baby, you’re safe,” Eddie coos.

“But you were trying to get me,” you whine, small and vulnerable.

He rubs your back. “i was being stupid and pulling a prank. I should’ve known it would scare you baby,” he says.

You nod into him and he squeezes you tighter. Your little sniffles make his heart ache. He kisses the top of your head before pulling back from you to look at your cute face.

“Hey,” he tries to smile at you softly, lifting a hand to rub your cheek. “Just me, little one, just me.”

You look up at him, all wet eyes and innocence. You gaze at him as if he put the stars in the sky himself, because when you slip like this, start to feel little and scared, he’s your light.

Your bottom lip is jutted out into a little pout and fuck he thinks youre just so cute. He kisses your cheek and it makes you smile, so he kisses the other. You start to giggle as he peppers kisses all over your face, making louder and louder obnoxious noises as he does so.

“I’m gonna eat this cute little face” he says, pretending to take bites out of your cheeks.

“No! Eddieeee!” you giggle, pretending to push him away. He keeps peppering you with kisses, also letting his hands roam to tickle your sides. Before you know it you’re a soft giggly mess laying on the bed with Eddie fully on top of you.

Your giggling calms down as you look up at him. He’s so pretty, so soft and kind to you. “I’m sorry baby, really,” he apologizes again, moving hair out of your face.

“I forgive you Eddie bear,” you smile, the lilt in your voice making it singsongy. “But never again please!!”

“Never again baby love,” He agrees and kisses your lips before laying on you fully.

You hum at the feeling. “I love when you lay on me. Feels so good,” you mumble under him, appreciating his weight.

He kisses your chest through your jacket. “I’ll be your personal blankie always,” he says, wrapping his arms around you and squeezing you tight.

You let out a puff of air as he squeezes you, and wrap your arms around him. “My Eddie bear,” you mumble, letting your eyes close and breathe him in. Safe. Always safe with him.

His cheeks heat up. He loves that you call him that nickname so much. He nuzzles his head into you some more. “I love you baby. I’ll protect you. Always.”

And you smile knowing that it’s true, he’ll always protect you. Even if it’s from himself.

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Do you ever like physically feel yourself pass your mental breaking point and then all you can think is “oh these next few days are going to be interesting”