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abibliophobiaa · 10 months

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Summary: You’ve never been one for love. Especially after your last round with it. Halloween rolls around and in comes Eddie Munson. He’s only in town for a couple days, you’re looking for no strings, and chances are you’ll never see him again anyway.

Easy, right?

That is, until you end up with an unexpected party favor.

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warnings: alcohol; smut; unprotected p in v; unplanned pregnancy and associated symptoms; major miscommunication. eddie munson x afab!reader(7k words)

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“You’ve been staring around for hours. No one is catching your eye? Not even slightly? You’re not doing brain surgery, you’re just trying to get your toes wet.”

You knew this. But the music had been too loud, the room too heated, your body tucked away against the bar as you sat beside your best friend, sipping on a watery margarita that the ice had long since dissolved into.

All around you people bobbed and swayed to ‘Monster Mash.’ Cliche by all means, and yet it felt fitting when you appraised the crowd once more and noted the mummy dancing with his zombified partner. Further out you caught a werewolf in a particularly compromising position with a vampire, and a group of clowns crowded together hosting what looked to be a meeting.

“What about that Westley guy?”

Right — the one everyone had been talking about all night. The man who had the nerve to dress up as the direct counterpart to your own costume. With a huff, you hiked your leg up, crossing one over the other against the stool. The red dress around you shifted and moved, fingers reaching to adjust the belt around your waist.

“I haven’t seen him.” You shrugged, taking another sip of your drink. “For all I know, he doesn’t exist.”

Micah glanced about the room once again, her makeshift halo wobbling on her head. Somewhere in the distance her boyfriend, Jeremiah, was invested in a deeply riveting conversation about football with some of his friends from college. All of which had dressed in their old football jerseys, dark lines drawn haphazardly under eyes, helmets covering heads. She lingered on him for a moment, and then glanced further over your shoulder, lips tugging upward into a devilish grin. Oddly fitting for the girl dressed as an angel.

“Actually, he’s right there.”

Gravity sent your heart tumbling into your gut. Silly, when you’d thought about it. Just because he’d worn a costume from one of your comfort movies didn’t mean he’d be anything special. Multiple pirates, doctors, and the occasional Michael Myers and Freddy Krueger had already attempted to rouse a conversation, only for it to fall flat. This could very well end up the same, and this night was lost to the turmoil of the inner workings of your mind, still reeling from the sting rumbling in your chest over the past few months.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

But it wasn't a joke when you swiveled around on your stool and faced him. Not at all. In a dimly lit bar, packed too tight with too many bodies bumping you to and fro even as you presently sat, you spotted him. Found the guy people had been mentioning all night as the other half of your ‘couple’s costume,’ saying you both looked amazing together, despite the fact none of them knew he was quite literally a stranger to you.

He sat at a lonesome table. Leaned on an elbow with a cheshire grin spread across the prettiest set of pink lips. His dark curly hair was tied behind his head, tucked into the mask that covered the upper half of his face. Even partially obscured like that, he was handsome, freezing you in place with those piercing brown eyes that were locked unwaveringly on your silhouette.

So he’d noticed you too. Inwardly, you were beaming. After two months of couch surfing and feeling sorry for yourself after a failed relationship wherein you’d walked on your partner of two years with someone who most definitely wasn’t you, you’d decided tonight was the night you’d get back out there. A night of fun, a night to meet someone new, to let loose a bit.

“What are you waiting for,” your friend Micah asked, shoving you forward with a hasty push. “He’s your Westley. If this isn’t some weird ass fate, I don’t know what is.”

Your Westley’s smile grew wider as you approached. Corners dragged upward to form that broad grin, bracketed by the sweetest set of dimples you’d ever seen on a man. Heart pounding a bit, you leaned up against the table, letting out a noncommittal huff. Puffed out a deep breath that caught his attention and had those chocolate brown eyes solely on you.

“Is this space taken?” you asked, and he dipped his head in greeting. “So you’re the guy everyone has been talking about all night.”

“Ah, yes,” he laughed, and you couldn’t help but to smile at the very sound. It’s a lovely, hearty sound. The kind of laugh that seemed dangerous, because you might like it too much. “And you’re the girlfriend I didn’t know I had.”

“You too, huh?”

“Yeah,” he echoed, taking a step closer. “Though it’s all very flattering. Prettiest Princess Buttercup here.” He dropped the lowest part into a whisper, “Definitely a compliment because, if I’m being honest, you’re way out of my league.”

Your cheeks burned with the compliment, feet fidgeting beneath you where you stood. He reached over and slid a chair beside his hip, patting the surface so you could hop on up and join him, a hand of his reaching out to steady you when you wobbled a bit. Another round of drinks were ordered and you learned quickly his name was Eddie and he’d been in town only for a couple weeks now. Had a few gigs in the city for the band he played in and would be off in another two days. Blew in and out like the storm that presently raged outside, wind howling, rain splashing against sidewalks, lightning painting the night sky in a shock of white before leaving it dark once more. He’d grown up in a small town, but realized he’d only ever had dreams that were too small for the walls he’d been raised in.

So he’d ended up on a short tour and would head off to California to start laying down tracks for the band’s first ever album. He sounded so hopeful and eager, so rejuvenated and excited about life, and it had you endeared to him. Drifting closer as the night went on and he asked you about your own life. Learned you grew up here in the city but craved something quieter, very much unlike him. You’d studied creative writing and English in college and wanted to write the stories people would one day know and love and shelve in their homes, but in the meantime you worked at a library. It wasn’t the most thrilling job, but it kept you abreast, and he regaled you with the endless fantasy titles he’d known and loved through the years.

It wasn’t long before the hours trickled on by and Micah approached the two of you with a sulking Jeremiah in tow. The latter of the two a little too inebriated based on the slight sway in his form and the hand Micah kept firmly planted around his forearm.

Her blue eyes flickered up at Eddie’s face, then drifted back to yours. “I’m taking this idiot home. He’s in time out —”

“Noooo,” he moaned, forehead pressing into the crook of his girlfriend’s neck.

“Are you coming back with me or…?” Micah’s eyes trailed back upward to Eddie once more, brows arched curiously.

Eddie looked at you and shrugged. “Up to you, Buttercup.”

“I’m gonna stay…actually.”

Micah nodded, giving you both one last glance over before tugging her boyfriend along behind her in the direction of the door. As she passed, she leaned up against the hollow of your ear and said loud enough over the music, “Be careful. Have fun. You’re beautiful and I love you and you deserve to enjoy yourself tonight, okay?”

Once they were gone your attention returned to the man swathed in black standing before you, shoulder bumping his. “It's too loud in here,” you shouted for emphasis, insides nearly rattling from the music booming from the speakers positioned about the room. “Is there somewhere we can go that’s a little more…”

“Private?” he asked, leaning down toward your ear. Chills skittered along your arms as his lips nearly brushed your skin there, gooseflesh pimpling in its wake. “I have a hotel room two blocks over. How do you feel about running?”

“Let’s go.” You grinned.

“As you wish.” He beamed, holding out a gloved hand for you to take.

Outside, the two of you huddled up beneath the small awning growing smaller by the second with the other patrons who had similar ideas of waiting for their rides and cabs or braving the fall storm head on and taking off into the soaked streets in their full Halloween costumes.

Laughter bubbled up from your lips as a particularly hard jolt against your back sent you tumbling into his form, a quick hand of his reaching out and curling low around your back. He tensed, eyes locked on yours, awaiting your response and you leaned further into him, relishing in the heat of his form.

Moments skittered by under the awning. His eyes roamed your form, dark and beautiful, ringed with those little crinkles that appeared in the corners whenever he smiled. He’d been smiling all night — at you, a thought that has little butterfly wings quivering low in your belly, and lower still at the suddenness of the desire ramping up in your bloodstream.

The glowing lights from the bar filter out onto the street. Flashed orange and red across Eddie’s features, painted him in vibrant color, highlighting the plushness of his lips, the curve of his jaw, the bump of his chin. Hesitant fingers reached up to brush at the curls tied behind his head, curled one of the ringlet strands around and around a fingertip, your forearm spreading over the space between his shoulders, around his neck until he pressed in closer to you. Those chocolate brown eyes flickered southward. Lingered on your lips briefly before traveling back up, asking that question without words. Your only answer was the upward tip of your mouth, leaning into the space, waiting to feel him warm against you.

Electricity danced in the moments shared between you. In the fingertips that pressed into his shoulder and gripped tight as his nose nudged at the space beside yours, your mouth tipping up closer to his. From here, you could smell the mint he’d tossed in his mouth on the way out, could feel the tremble of his breath against your sternum, feel the heat of it fanning over your lips.

But the kiss never came. Behind you, a group of friends pushed and shoved toward the front door, nearly sending you and Eddie into the sidewalk and out of the shelter provided by your awning. It dawned on you then, however begrudgingly, that maybe you should move, give others a space to wait for their vehicles, and start to head in the direction of his hotel room.

He seemed to agree, sliding his palm down your forearm to twine his fingers between yours. “Guess that’s our cue, huh?”

“Bet you’re glad you wore the equivalent of tights for pants today, huh?”

“Suppose it makes it easier for me to whisk you away in the night, now doesn’t it?” He barked out a laugh, and clutched your hand tighter, dragging you out onto the street and into the rain.

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You were presently in the midst of what was officially the weirdest, most endearing hook up you’d ever had. Moments after rushing out into the busy city streets and getting absolutely drenched from head to toe, Eddie tugged you toward a grocery store, suggesting he had nothing back at the hotel. Had looked a little bashful about it, even when you reassured him it was fine and you’d manage without, though he wouldn’t hear any of it.

As a result, you trailed behind him, dress sopping wet and clinging to every inch of your body, helping gather some things you might need in between what you hoped would be an eventful afternoon. Water, snacks, and the like. He seemed so giddy with it, and you hated the way his dimple in his cheek had your heart and thighs clenching. You preferred only the latter of the two, and couldn’t afford yourself the emotional aspect that came along with the former.

Eventually you had both found yourselves in the frozen food aisle, his shoulder bumping yours, your fingers dancing in the spaces between the two of you, the anticipation of after burning brighter with every minute that passed.

“How do you think they know what…oh, I don’t know…Moose Tracks taste like?” Eddie asked, turning his head over his shoulder.

Fortunately for you, he’d removed his mask, revealing more of his features. Those curls that dangled along his brow line, the smattering of freckles along high cheekbones, the crinkled corners of his eyes whenever he smiled at you.

“What?” you asked, once more reminding yourself of just how differently this night was going than you’d originally anticipated.

“Like what makes a Moose Track a Moose Track?”

“I think it’s just a…mix of things that remind them of…you know what?” His eyes twinkled, and you shifted a little closer. It really sucked that he was cute — obnoxiously so. “I actually don’t know. But, I do think we have more than enough stuff here to feed an army. And I think the rain finally let up.”

“You want to head out?”

“I think we should,” you agreed, tugging him along behind you down the aisle, in search of the nearest check out line.

The walk to the hotel room reminded you both of what you’d intended for that evening. The curious glances you would catch him shooting your way, the way you’d do the same when he focused his attention ahead. It increased with every step closer to the looming building, the desire for closeness, to feel, to touch, to taste.

Burned brighter when he swiped his key card and you started shoving the things he’d brought inside of the mini fridge, before snatching two water bottles and placing them down on the bedside table. He whistled as you walked around the room, fingers snapping, one of his curls tucked against the fullness of his mouth.

“You know, we don’t have to do anything,” you reassured him, sensing the nervousness radiating from his form.

Those dark eyes settled on yours as you approached, palm coming up slowly to rest against his sternum, right where you could feel his heartbeat clanging against his ribs.

“It’s been a while,” he settled on, voice softer than it had been all evening, a tremorous quality catching your attention.

“We’ll go slow,” you promised, leaning up to finally, and happily, close the space between the two of you.

It felt like a long, shared exhale. The way he immediately knew which way to turn his head, how you liked for his calloused fingers to rest against your cheekbone, that you wanted to be as close as possible, pressed flush against his form. Your head swam as he turned you around and walked you backward until your backside thumped against the edge of the dresser positioned against the wall opposite the bed. Grunted as he reached a hand up the back of your neck and sought out that pesky zipper you wanted so badly pulled down.

As if he’d read your mind, the man in question gave the zipper a nice, hard tug and the fabric shifted and dropped around your shoulders, baring the similarly colored bra beneath. So maybe you’d gone shopping for your first foray back after your break up? Based on the darkened eyes honing in on the lacy fabric, you’d picked correctly.

“Such a shame,” he groaned against the curve of your collar bone, fingers pushing the dress down and onto the floor, “really liked that dress.”

“My turn,” you mused, fingers reaching forward to tug the tunic free from his obscenely tight pants.

He helped you with ease, arms lifting just enough to help pull it over his head, giggling as his endless mane of curls sprang free. Tattoos jumped to life before your eyes. The multiple on his arms and torso, some looking faded and older, likely done in someone’s house, and others freshly inked, leaving a tapestry of stories he’d likely tell you if you’d only had the time.

“Fuck it.” He reached down and cupped your jaw, bruising kiss after bruising kiss laid upon your mouth, your toes digging into the carpet below as pale fingers trailed down the center of your chest, and then lower still, pausing at the hem of your panties. “Can I touch you?”

You might burst into flames if he didn’t. “Please.”

“Never have to say please with me, Buttercup,” he said, fingers pushing past that lacy barrier until they met your flesh, knowing exactly what he’d find there. “Sweetheart…this all for me?”

“Don’t tease.”

A broken sigh spilled from your lips, fingers clutched tight around his forearm as those expert fingers dragged a slow circle around your clit before sliding back to your center, pushing in. Your head rolled back against the wall, heat blooming anew as he stepped closer into the circle of your thighs, watching the rapid rise and fall of your chest, enjoying the sounds made only for him, the slickness of your center practically pulling his fingers back in with every perfect thrust curled in that spot right where you needed him the most.

“Fuck, just like that, sweetheart,” he panted, mouth pressed tight to yours, grinning against your skin as you keened high and tight, creeping closer and closer to your edge.

And just when you’d thought you were about to explode into dozens of tiny stars like in the night sky above, Eddie stopped. You nearly cried out his name in your frustration, only to find him dropping down onto his knees in front of the dresser, capable hands tugging you closer to the edge, before he pushed the dainty fabric back to the side and swapped his fingers for his tongue.

One long stripe from center to clit was all you'd needed for the rubber band to snap. For the shaking to start, the chanting of his name like a mantra or a prayer to rouse the neighbors likely next door and alert everyone in the building to what magic Eddie had worked between your thighs.

“Not,” you gasped, leaning your head forward to rest against his heaving chest, “fair.”

“What’s not fair, sweetheart?”

“Too good at that.” Another rasped breath pooled from your lips, quieted by the sound of your lips pressing to his chest. Hazy eyes lifted to his face, a satisfied exhale slowing the rise and fall of your chest. “Get on the bed.”

“What do you —”

“On the bed,” you repeated, grinning wickedly as he backed up just enough so his kneecaps hit the mattress. “I want to look at you.”

And god, what a sight he was. Once you’d finally managed to tug his pants down, revealing the boxers beneath, you were rewarded with the fullness of Eddie Munson in the flesh. The narrow waist, the smattering of hair you kissed along his abdomen, the curve of his chest, the freckles along his chest and shoulders. Traced along the tattoos on his chest, the sides of his ribs, the one on his upper thigh, before dragging upward to slide over the increasingly — and massively impressive — hardened cock peeking out from the waistband of his boxers.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” he blew the words out on a shaky exhale as you squeezed a little tighter, gauging what he liked.

Your grin grew as you wiggled the remnants of his clothing off his hip and cupped the weight of him in your palm. Perfect. He was absolutely perfect, and you wanted so badly to show him just how much you thought so, sliding down further onto the edge of the bed, tongue dragging a long line up the underside, along that prominent vein that had him bucking upward off the bed.

“Can I, Eddie?”

He watched through hooded lashes as your eyes zeroed in on his leaking tip, thumb sliding over the pre-cum there, before gliding your palm in a slow downward motion around him. He nodded, breath nearly cutting off completely as you finally, and blessedly, welcomed him into your mouth, immediately knowing nothing would compare to this moment and this girl.

Ruined. You’d ruined him for others, your pretty smile around his cock driving him too swiftly to a precipice he didn’t want to see the end of. Not yet. “Wait, wait, wait. Fuck. Your mouth is perfect, sweetheart. But — mmm — I need you.”

He pulled you upward with a gentle hand on the back of your neck, rolling you over beneath him, tongue marking a path along your chest, the peaks of your nipples, the delicate skin of your abdomen. With each pass of his lips over your flesh, you sank deeper into the mattress, knee bent, foot digging into the space above his hip, drawing him close enough that you could feel his glistening, wet hardness brushing your abdomen.

“Someone’s impatient,” you teased, moaning as his finger circled your wet entrance. “Want you inside me.”

“Patience, Buttercup,” he practically purred, reaching over into the bedside table to find…nothing. “No. Oh shit. We didn’t get condoms. I’m such an idiot, I —”

“Shit,” you whimpered, jolting upright and nearly smashing your skull into his as he double checked the inside of the drawer. “What about your suitcase? Wallet?”

“I told you I don’t exactly do this often.”

Those dark brows knitted together on his forehead, fingers pinching at the bridge of his nose. You remembered then the fortunate and recent development of starting birth control after Micah suggested she could never live without it, and suddenly you wanted nothing more than to clasp your hands together and thank the heavens for the little pills you had back home in your friend’s bathroom.

“I’m on the pill,” you told him, swallowing the nervousness that grew with every beat of your heart. “And I’ve been tested recently. I’m clean.”

Maybe it was stupid. Maybe you should have known better.

“I’ve been tested since my last time too. I’m good,” he said, unmistakable desperation filling his voice.

“I don’t want to stop,” you whispered as he rolled onto his back.

“Me neither,” he agreed as you clambered over his lap and bracketed his hips with a thigh on either side.

Lured with the wonderful bliss that was Eddie Munson’s lips warm and plus against yours, you gripped him in hand and slowly lowered yourself down onto him, completely bare. There was something so raw about the moment. About the shuddered breath you both released, the way his hands cupped your hips as he pushed in deeper than you ever thought possible, his voice a broken mix of ‘that’s a good girl,’ ‘taking me so well,’ ‘look so good full of my cock,’ as you move over him.

You wanted to hate that you end up doing something between fucking and making love. For something so casual, it feels almost too intimate, the way you collided together like two pieces fitted together of a puzzle that had only been missing those parts.

And it wasn’t gentle, his fingers clutched in your flesh, feet planted on the bed as he eventually pounded up into you — but it was also somehow tender. A complicated mess, just like the shattered pieces of your heart as he groaned one last time and urged you to come with him, pulling you closer in his arms. His fingers circled your clit until you cried his name and clenched down around him, whimpering at the warmth of him spilling inside.

As you both drifted back to reality, he maneuvered around the bed and washed himself from between your thighs. Cooed when you winced at the cold contact, dropping a kiss against your forehead and telling you that it had started storming again. He could either call you a cab or you could stay the night, he’d suggested. You hadn’t anticipated spending the night with him, but after he dug around for the ice cream and M&Ms you got from the supermarket, you found you couldn’t say no to him.

Especially when he turned on the television and, funnily enough, The Princess Bride was on. Fate, or something more, seemed to laugh in your face. Gleeful as you sprawled out beneath the covers naked as the day you were born beside the man who you quickly learned enjoyed handfuls of popcorn mixed with his sweet chocolate treats.

It didn’t take long before he’d grown hard again, the lights dimmed and the food forgotten, your soft sighs and pleasured peals filling the room as he pushed in and watched as your eyes rolled back and back arched prettily for him.

And later, after you were both satiated and satisfied, you fell asleep to the sounds of Inigo Montoya’s famous speech, and the gentle inhales and exhales of the man sprawled out beneath you.

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Daylight streamed in through the olive curtains positioned against the wall across from you. You hadn’t noticed them last night. Hadn’t noted the wooden walls, the pale ceiling above, nor the cream bedspread across your hips. Hadn’t noticed a lot of things, it seemed, other than the man who dozed behind you, tattooed arm slung low around your waist, keeping you in close.

Fallen asleep — you’d both fallen asleep watching The Princess Bride, much to your grunted amusement as you shifted up and into a sitting position. Eddie’s arm thumped onto the bed, leaving a wrinkled mess around his sinewy forearm. Sparing a glance over your shoulder, you took in the curve of his jaw. The way he looked more boyish than his nearly thirty years, lips parted in a sleepy breathing pattern, curls strewn all about his face. A smile graced your lips, fingers of yours rolling over the curve of his back, the heft of his shoulder, the breadth of his bicep.

Part of you craved curling back up beside him. Wanted to feel his mouth roving over yours, across your skin, between your thighs once more. Would probably dream about the way his face had scrunched up in pleasure before he came apart beneath you last night for weeks to come. But your eyes noticed the time ticking on the far wall, alerting you that work started in two hours. Some weekend reading activity for the children in your town you’d volunteered to work weekend hours for; hindsight, as they say, was twenty-twenty.

“She’s running away in the night,” he grumbled beside you, mouth rolling over to press into the pillow you had slept soundly on for a shocking eight hours, letting out a loud yawn. You couldn’t recall the last time you’d done so. That curly head of hair lifted, too-long strands falling into his gaze as he pinched one eye shut and glanced toward the giant bedroom window. “Or…morning, I guess?”

“I have work,” you said, reaching over to snatch your underwear from off the floor.

He watched with rapt attention as you whirled around and clasped your bra into place, cheeks burning despite the fact he’d seen every inch of you merely hours ago. The man propped himself up onto one elbow, your eyes catching the bat tattoos on his arm as his fingers reached over to curl around your hip, dragging you back down into bed.

Soon enough it was loud giggles, his fingers dancing along your sides, noisy kisses against your own. But it didn’t take long before you were reduced to breathy sighs. His fingers against the span of your hips, his chest pressing yours into the mattress. Lips over yours, against your cheek, the curve of your throat, the hollow between your breasts, the valley of your abdomen. He stopped with a nip along your hip bone, tongue laving over the sensitive skin there.

“Do you have to go?” he groaned against your stomach, placing a final kiss there before crawling back up your body and cradling the back of your head with one hand, his body weight perched on the other elbow, face hovering over your own. Pretty, he was so damn pretty and you wished you could hate him for it.

“I guess I have a few minutes,” you suggested coyly.

And it was all Eddie needed before he had you beneath him once more singing a tune he knew he’d never forget.

You dressed in silence after. He pulled on a fresh pair of jeans and a thin sweater while you glanced at the wrinkled heap of your dress from the night before. It hadn’t dawned on you the complications of getting your feet wet on Halloween — at least, not until now.

“I can’t walk back to Micah’s in that,” you groaned, pointing to the messy ball of fabric on the floor.

“Wait — I have an idea!”

Eddie rummaged around a box in the far corner of the room and tossed a tee shirt your way. Across the front was ‘Corroded Coffin’ in a messy font that reminded you of how your brain often felt after one too many cups of coffee in the morning.

“Your band?” you asked, turning the shirt around to show him.

“Yeah.” He nodded, white teeth flashing with his smile. “You know, you could see us some time.”

You quickly slipped the dress over your head and let the skirt ruffle messily along the floor, then moved to roll up the billowy sleeves to your shoulders.

“I can’t say that I’ll be in California any time soon,” you told him, pulling the tee over your head next and draping it over the belt. Like this, it looked more like an oddly fitted skirt and a top. You already decided that was much better than a Halloween costume, so it would do until you got home and could change.

He nodded rapidly, like he knew that, but hadn’t realized that you’d be coasts apart in only a couple of days.

“Well…” he trailed off, searching around the bedside table for a moment.

Once he procured a pencil and a piece of paper, he scribbled down a string of numbers you immediately knew were the hope for something more from a boy with kind eyes, a beautiful smile, and a heart of gold. Your chest ached. If only you’d met him two years ago, at a better time, in a place where you were more open to whatever this could not be.

“My number — for the place I’ll be staying at for the next couple months,” he explained, tucking it into the exposed circle of your palm, closing your fist within his fingers. “Maybe, I don’t know…we can talk?”

“I can do talking,” you conceded, already hating the fact you knew you wouldn’t be utilizing the number.

It was better this way; he was better off this way.

You both parted with a kiss in the doorway. With his arms looped low around your waist in a way that felt too familiar. A way that suffocated, heart twisting at the soft smile that graced his pretty mouth when he wished you a good shift and you wished him a safe flight.

The walk home was all inward grins that flowed on your face until it hurt. Waves to random strangers passing on the street, curious gazes from onlookers at the billowing sleeves you kept shoving up into your tee shirt as you passed. Memories of the night before flashed in your mind. Of his fingers tugging the zipper on the dress, tossing your underwear alongside his on the floor, mouth on yours, hands learning the contours of your body, the way he fitted perfectly inside you.

Another time, another place, another day maybe.

And that day was not today.

Micah was sprawled across the kitchen island when you entered. You shut the door as quietly as possible behind you, only to find she’d already been awake anyway. A cup of likely long gone cold coffee rested beside her along with a bottle of painkillers, her forehead pressed against the cool tile, nursing what you imagined had to be the headache from hell.

“You’re home late,” she grumbled, pushing her head up into her hands. Blonde hair spilled around her forearms, face covered behind her palms. “I’m assuming you had a good time. Which will at least make one of us. Jere passed out as soon as we got home and snored all night.”

“Sorry, sweetie,” you apologized, stepping further into the kitchen, opening the refrigerator immediately for some water. “I…we had fun.”

“I’m going to need you to spill, because he was cute even with the mask. Don’t think I didn’t notice,” she mused, suddenly healed of her headache, what with the way she looked at you like she’d received the best news of her life.

“I accomplished exactly what I wanted to. I got my toes wet.” You shrugged, lathering some butter onto a freshly toasted bagel.

“You like him,” she screeched, making her own self wince at the sheer volume of it.

You did. You do. But those feelings would fade. Your resolve had already hardened because he wanted romance and flowers and you needed no strings. He deserved that much — he deserved so much.

“We had sex, that’s all. And he’s leaving for California in a few days. I’m never going to see him again. So it doesn’t really matter, now does it?”

——

It hadn’t felt real. For days, you’d doubted every symptom. Every inkling that might have alluded to your present condition.

First, it had been the realization that your period was late. Not even the one or two days you would have pushed aside as a result of stress, the extra hours you’d taken up at work to try and save a little money here and there for a new apartment, or your severe lack of sleep. Then, the nauseousness started. In waves, most days, and definitely not only in the mornings like you’d been led to believe your whole life. Your chest ached next; a fullness that felt unlike your normal, monthly symptoms. Chalked it up to your oncoming period. The same period by that point was nearly two weeks delayed. There was also the fact that no matter how much you slept, you’d still felt like it wasn’t enough. Found yourself dozing off at work, yawning standing in the line for groceries, losing focus while out with friends.

There was also the fact statistics were on your side. You’d done all the right things and were on birth control at the time. So it couldn’t be…that, right? Statistically improbable, unlikely, unwarranted. At least, that was what you had chosen to reassure yourself with, quieting the shouting in your skull that suggested otherwise.

It wasn’t until you were sprawled out against that obnoxiously crinkly white paper in the doctor’s office a little over a month after Halloween that you’d even allowed the thought to enter your mind. It also happened to be the first moment you wondered if you were about to have the entirety of your life changed by a night with a boy in too tight pants you’d definitely not thought about even once since you’d spent the night with him. And you most definitely didn’t picture his dark pupils expanding in the night as you rolled over him, his palms gripping your hips, your hands on his chest, heads thrown back in shared ecstasy.

No.

Not at all.

Six weeks, they told you, with sympathetic looks and uncertain smiles as you exhaled shakily and stared up at the ceiling to stop the room from spinning out of control around you. Six weeks pregnant and undoubtedly so, based on the rapid thrum of the baby’s heartbeat on the screen before you. Strong, they’d said. Perfectly healthy for someone at this point in your pregnancy. They printed pictures up for you of the tiny gummy bear with arms and you held it in trembling hands as they began to speak. Words strung together to form sentences you’d barely understood. Options for next steps, vitamins to take, habits to stop, foods to eat and foods to avoid, how much caffeine to drink, how much weight you could lift and what activities you should start to limit—your head spun with it and continued the whole quiet walk home back to Micah’s place she shared with her boyfriend, Jeremiah.

She welcomed you with open arms as you entered their apartment with a pamphlet on pregnancy in one hand and your pocketbook in the other, whimpered cries of not knowing what to do soaking through her knitted sweater. She’d accepted it without hesitation, just as she always did and would. Held you close to her chest — and hissed at Jeremiah to leave when he’d eventually poked his head in — as you processed the emotions swirling like an endless kaleidoscope in your mind.

And later, when your tears had dried and she’d plopped a freshly opened box of ice cream in your lap and demanded you eat, she asked, “Please just…tell me it’s absolutely Westley’s and not Paul’s.”

“Six weeks,” you sighed, watching her shoulders relax. There was no mistaking who the baby’s father was, and at least that brought you some comfort, “Definitely Westley’s.”

Though you weren’t sure if that made it any better.

“I just want you to know it’s going to be okay,” Micah reassured you, reaching over to rub at your forearm. But did she really know that? How could she? Because to you, it felt like the earth had fallen out of orbit, spinning dizzily now with no signs of stopping any time soon. “I know we don’t have the most space right now, but the couch turns into a futon. It’s yours until you find something otherwise, you know that.”

Telling Eddie his world was (potentially) about to change happened two weeks later. You needed some time to process, is what you’d told yourself was the reason why you’d delayed. After hours of debating, you decided to keep it, and knew that there was always the chance Eddie didn’t want kids — always the chance he’d want to pretend it never happened and that he didn’t want to be a part of its life. Regardless of what he chose, you’d set your mind on being a mother, and you’d do it alone if you had to. But he at least deserved to know; deserved the option of choosing them, even if all you’d had was a night fueled by lust, because you weren’t interested in anything more than that.

Fear had clamped your mouth shut, preventing you from forming those two words for fourteen days. Just two simple words that would have opened the dam to let in the floodgates for the conversation that needed to happen.

Eddie, I’m pregnant.

I’m pregnant.

You’d rehearsed it all afternoon, pacing a certifiable hole in the ground from how rapidly you’d moved. Had even stood in front of your friends and had them listen to it until you felt confident enough to do it for real. Gripped Micah’s hand tight as you swiped the man’s number from your pocketbook and dialed. It rang once, then twice, and you worried he wouldn’t answer or you’d caught him at a bad time when the line exploded with sound. Voices. Dozens of voices spilled through the other line, and music along with it.

You winced. “Uhm, Eddie? Is this the right number?”

A long pause extended, drowned out by guitar strings and drum beats. “Uh — uh, yeah. This is him.”

He sounded gruffer than you remembered — voice tinged with a smokier quality that seemed almost unfamiliar to you now. Not that you’d spoken much that night. Maybe he’d caught something, maybe he was sick. Maybe it was merely the weeks that had grown on since you’d seen him, and he'd become another person in the crowd already — someone you knew if only for a night. Heart pounding, you gripped Micah’s hand tighter and wound the phone wire around a pointed fingertip.

“Hi…I’m sorry I’m only calling now. Busy, you know?” A lie, because you’d never intended to call. It had been one night; that was all it was ever meant to be. “It’s the…girl from the party. The Buttercup to your Westley costume on Halloween.”

He chuckled in reply, and you wondered if maybe he was shy. He’d been looser the night you met — louder. Boisterous and passionate. Carefree and fun. But you wondered briefly if that was the glass of whiskey he’d drunk before you slipped away to his hotel room hearing him now. But you remembered that next morning, too; his splendid affection, the kissing, the exuberance of his persona, the way he’d made you fall apart around him again.

It seemed…strange now. Cut off, cold even.

“I’m…pregnant. I just —” You swallowed the knot of fear forming in the back of your throat and continued, “I just thought you should know…because it’s yours.”

There was another prolonged pause.

Nervousness welled up in your throat the longer it continued. Joined that roiling nausea that had become your friend and foe these weeks. Swallowing thickly, your fingers pressed over the span of your abdomen, over the knitted sweater and skin protecting your tiny secret — still not visible to others yet, but wholly your own all the same. You’d already decided you would love them fiercely enough for the both of you if he didn’t want anything to do with it, just so they’d never feel like they were missing out.

Then, after what felt like decades, he asked, “Who is this again?”

You repeated your name, nervousness rattling your bones, fingers trembling in Micah’s. Micah mouthed out ‘Breathe,’ even though you were doing anything but.

The line went dead, and your heart along with it.

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24hlevi · 7 months

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— monster mash

gen v characters (marie, jordan, emma, cate, & sam) x gn!reader

summary: how halloween would go w/ the gen v characters

warnings: language

im a day late whoops also these are short but i really wanted to do it so yeah

Marie Moreau -

- marie is pretty normal about halloween, she doesn't get crazy festive about it, it's just a holiday to dress up and get candy or get drunk

– that being said, if you care about the holiday a lot then she will go along with you on it and do anything you want to do

– she wouldn't dress up if she wasn't going out anywhere like to a party or another outing, but she might put a hat on or something to hand out candy to kids

– marie doesn't really enjoy horror movies a lot, mainly thinks the majority of them are dumb and would rather watch just something fall themed and not a horror movie

– however she does love the candy you buy for you two, and will eat most of it before deciding to actually make food because if not she will throw up from eating so much sugar

Jordan Li -

- loves halloween with their whole heart and more, it's their favorite holiday for real

– they wouldn't completely disagree with matching costumes if it's cool, like a couple from a famous movie or something

– jordan will definitely take you to a halloween party to have a fun time together and drink and smoke while dancing

– they are totally going to be complimenting you non stop throughout the night, you just look so good and they love you a lot so obviously they're gonna tell you how good you look

– they will be going out trick or treating with you despite their age it doesn't matter they want candy and they will be getting their candy one way or another

Emma Meyer -

- it will be literally july and emma will already be organizing matching halloween costumes for you and her

– she will 100% choose one of those dumb ones like an angel and devil

– she'd rather hand out candy to kids than go to a party or just watch scary movies with you claiming she won't be scared then is scared shitless when the movie starts

– emma made you help her put up decorations as soon as october hit the first day, and she has a lot of decorations and she is determined to put them all up

– you will be carving pumpkins whether you want to or not, despite how messy it gets, emma adores the tradition of it and makes hers look all cute and pretty somehow

Cate Dunlap -

- cate isn't really big on halloween, she doesn't like going to dumb parties where everyone is in costumes and would rather spend it inside with you

– she will refuse to dress up unless you literally beg her just for fun and for pictures, she reluctantly agrees but it can't be stupid

– cate doesn't particularly enjoy horror movies, but will watch the b-rated dumb ones with you to make you happy that you're watching a festive movie

– the most decorations she likely has is a ghost hanging on the door so people can see, yeah, that's it, literally

– cate only eats candy sometimes, and when she does it's not a lot, so you’ll end up having to give the rest to random kids that show up or walk by

Sam Riordan -

- poor boy doesn't completely understand halloween at first, he doesn't get why dressing up in costumes, getting candy and going to parties is such a big deal

– thankfully you're there to help him with that and show that halloween is a fun holiday

– it's mainly spent at home in onesies watching horror movies and waterworld cause that's his favorite movie while eating expensive candy you bought

– sam found out he loves horror movies, his favorites are the nightmare on elm streets both for how dumb silly they are but also the cool kills in the later movies though he hates the third movie for obvious reasons

– he will eat all the candy you buy in one night i’m dead serious you’ll wake up the next morning and sam is passed out in a sugar coma and won't get up from eating so much candy

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bkaulitzz · 2 months

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𝐖𝐡𝐨’𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐞 .01

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info/cw: fem x dom!bill, CHEATING, choking and chocking, p in v, oral, dubcon…, mask kink in a way, you are dressed up as SIDNEY PRESCOTT

synopsis: you get a little hot and bothered from hearing some drama about tom

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I pulled my dark-wash, denim jacket over the purple shirt I had, feeling every thread count as it slipped over my forearms. My feet stood on the cold wooded floor of my room. I stared into the vertical mirror that leaned against the wall, fixing my natural hair. I flinched, watching a figure step behind me, slithering his arms around my waist as he stared into the mirror with his Ghost Face mask. "Tom! God. You fucking scared me, " I looked up over my shoulder at him, getting a low chuckle in response. "Take it off."

"Slow down...we didn't even party yet, " Tom muffled, reaching up for the bottom of his mask with his gloved hand, and pulling it up over his head.

"Shut up, " I rolled my eyes and snickered, fixing my eyeliner as Tom watched. He placed his chin on my shoulder, admiring me as I fixed my eyeliner. "Tom..."

"Hm?" He tilted his head, his black cloak draped over his body. It was no different from his regular wear anyway.

"I don't know...I'm kinda disappointed in this year's costume, " I sighed, leaning back into him, and moving my arms over his arms.

"How come? I think you look good, " He smirked and planted kisses in the crook of my neck. I tilted my head, giving him more access. "I mean...you look good in everything anyways."

"Thanks...but I just felt like we didn't even try, " I frowned. He clasped his fingers with mine, resting his chin on my shoulder again.

"At least, you're not like Bill. He stole my whole costume and made his girlfriend dress as Tatum, " He groaned, caressing the sides of my thumbs with his. I looked back over at him again, kissing his cheekbone.

"I guess so...you're the better Ghost Face anyway, " I smirked and he turned his head toward me. He pecked my lips, grinning against them.

"Of course I am. I'm the original, " He hummed, pulling away, keeping one hand interlocked with mine. "We should go though, it's starting soon, " He pecked my forehead, pulling me in by my waist. "I'll go start the car, " He smirked, pulling the mask down over his face. I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms.

"Alright...don't run into a wall, " I said. He nodded with a thumbs up, turning around to make it to the door. I turned back to the mirror, fixing the black skinny jeans I had on. I raised an eyebrow, hearing a thud followed by a groan. I looked back, snickering and Tom held his forehead.

"Who closed the fucking door?"

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I scowled, looking down at the potato crumbs that I had just stepped on. The smell of beer filling my nose as 'Monster Mash' could be heard from the living room. The sound of faint ping pong balls could be heard from far, doinking against a surface. I clasped my fingers into Tom's as they rested on my waist, looking around. I pursed my lips, squinting my eyes as I looked through the crowds of people. Some were on their staircase, others were just scattered around. I sighed beginning to walk into the crowd.

"You see him, yet?" Tom muffled into my ear, a little loud to be heard over the music. The fabric of his mask tickled my neck. I hummed and made my way into the living room, my black boots stepping onto what used to be white carpet that was now a beige. I cringed at the feeling of sliding past people with small 'excuse me's.' I gasped, seeing a Ghost Face nearby.

"Did you hear that...and...caught herpes?!"

"Yea, they got leaked on insta too, " I heard faintly as I pushed pass people. I felt the music pound in my chest as I was closer to the speaker. Bill stood by a leather couch, his hands on his girlfriend's hip. His head turned towards us as we stepped closer. He snickered, turning to his side before lifting his mask over his head. Revealing his black and white dreads.

"Are you still mad at me?" He smirked as he looked at Tom. I gave Bill's girlfriend a small wave and smile, feeling Tom's hands leave my waist. He stood beside me, crossing his arms in a petty way. I rolled my eyes before turning my attention back to Bill.

"Fucking obviously, you stole my costume, " Tom gripped the bottom of his mask, pulling it over his head. Bill rolled his eyes, making duck lips as he tilted his head.

"I wear it better, " Bill shrugged, bringing his hands down to clasp them, resting them on his thighs.

"No, you don't. I obviously look better, I wore it first anyway, " Tom blew raspberries as they spoke loudly over the music. I took a seat on the armrest of the black leather couch, resting my head on the wall it leaned against.

"Just because you're first, doesn't mean anything. Like how you were born first, it doesn't mean you're better, " Bill blew raspberries back, wrapping an arm around his girlfriend's waist. He turned to her with a smile, lifting her chin with a hooked pointer finger. "I'm the better Ghost Face anyways, right babe?" He grinned. She nodded, looking away shyly. Tom rolled his eyes, turning to me.

"We don't sound like that, right?" He snickered. I shook my head with a chuckle, sliding off the sticky leather. He took my hand, looking around the living room. "There's beer pong in the kitchen, wanna come with me?" He asked before turning back to me.

"What?!" I came close, furrowing my brows. He sighed, coming close to my ear.

"There's! Beer POOOONG! In the kitchen. Do you wanna come with me?" He pulled his mask back over his face. I followed to where his eyes once were, turning back to him.

"Sure, " I snickered. He slapped my ass before taking my hand to lead me to the kitchen. I sighed in relief once my boots met the wooden floors again. The music growing fainter. Tom wrapped his arm around my waist, approaching the beer pong table.

"Can we join?" Tom asked the two dudes on the other side of the table.

"I'm not playing, I'll just watch, Tom, " I said. He gave me a nod, pulling away from my waist as he picked up the ping-pong balls. The sound of the balls dinking on the gray foldable table started again. The other guys kept hitting the solo cups, missing some shots. I sighed, watching Tom down his fourth cup, making me feel thirsty. "Hey, Tom?"

"Yea?" His focus stayed on the other side of the table.

"I'm gonna get drinks, I'll be back, " I tiptoed, speaking into his ear. He nodded, turning to me to peck my cheek with his damp lips from the beer.

"Be safe, " He turned back to the game. I grinned before walking away from the beer table. The kitchen was also as crowded as everywhere else in the house. Whoever owned the house, had money, and the kitchen was huge. I walked over to the counter and saw a cooler with ice resting on the granite surface. I waited for the two girls talking in front of it to move before reaching into the blue cooler. I grabbed a buzzball, cracking it open to take a sip.

"Tom's fucking ran through, " One of the girls spoke as they were by the sink now. I raised an eyebrow, standing close as I sipped the buzzball to seem unbothered.

"Right? And he has a girlfriend, she's so oblivious, " The second girl sighed.

"Exactly. Either way, if I was honest... I wish we could've fucked..." She looked away from her friend. The second girl gasped, widening her eyes.

"Me too, to be honest, " They snickered. I furrowed my brows as my back was facing toward them, continuing to down my buzzball slowly as I eavesdropped.

"How long do you think they'll last?"

"Probably not long, " She smirked.

"Tom's easy, you'll get a chance."

"Right?" They continued to chatter as they walked off. I clenched my jaw, finishing the buzzball.

"Assholes..." I turned around, beginning to follow behind. I froze, seeing a dark red in my peripheral vision. I turned my head to the sink, gasping as it was full of jungle juice. I grabbed a solo cup from a nearby stack, dropping the empty buzzball can to the floor. I grabbed the ladle, pouring two scoops into my cup. I cringed, putting my lips to the rim of the cup, and taking a sip. I smacked my lips, furrowing my brows. I downed it, still being thirsty. I threw the empty cup into the trashbag hung on the cabinet knob, turning toward the beer-pong area. I squinted my eyes, not being able to see Tom, starting to walk back to the living room again. The music filled my chest as I looked around, blinking my eyes as it was a bit blurry. I raised my eyebrows, seeing a Ghost Face. I shoved past people, immediately throwing my arms around his neck. It felt like forever to get there but I managed. I tilted my head as it was a higher reach than normal. "Tom, fuck. Can you believe what I heard in the kitchen?? Some girls were ranting about you, " I frowned, feeling my face heat up as tears welled up. He raised his hand to my cheek, swiping off tears with his thumb.

"Y/n-"

"Then, they just...they talked about wanting to..." I gulped, starting to hear myself in my ears. "Fuck...what was in that jungle juice...anyways. They were talking about how badly they wanted to fuck you. God, they pissed me off. Isn't that unbelievable?" I tilted my head. He nodded in response. "Fuck. Tom...I just..." I bit my lip, coming closer to close the gap between us. I slid my left hand down to his chest, rubbing it up and down before grabbing the bottom of his mask.

"Wait-"

"Please, Tom...I can't wait any longer. They make me so...mad, " I growled before lifting the mask just a bit to expose his lips. I narrowed my eyes at the beauty mark under his lip, pushing it off for being tipsy as I held his face. "Please, " I whispered against his lips. He moved his hands down to my waist causing me to smirk before I kissed his lips. The taste of whatever he drank before filled my lips which was pretty sweet. I furrowed my eyebrows as the cold metal that I was so used to, hadn't tickled me. I pulled away, gazing over his lips again.

"Don't stop, " He muttered through his breath. I widened my eyes with a smirk, coming close again to place my lips on his. This time, he harshly moved against my lips, I breathed heavily as I wrapped my arms around his neck. My face heats up, feeling his fingers tickle up to my throat, pressing his fingers down gently. I let out a small whine and he took the chance to slide his tongue in, pressing his against mine. My heart skipped a beat as shivers went down my spine, pushing myself more against him. He groaned into the kiss, moving my face up more by my jawline. I shuddered, my hands slowly moving through the fabric of his mask down to dangle over his shoulders. I pulled away after a while, my lips swollen as I caught my breath. He licked his top lip, grinning with his teeth as he swiped his thumb over my bottom lip. The music continued to boom in my chest as I looked over my shoulder toward the speaker. I turned back to Tom, tilting my head.

"I can't focus..." I licked my lips, wrapping my arms around his neck again. He smirked, reaching down for the back of my thighs. I jumped and he held me by my thighs, walking toward the stairs by the front door. They creaked as he nearly tripped over the people who sat on the stairs. I laid my head on his shoulder, the music growing fainter. He dropped me on my feet by a door in the dim hallway he made it to. He wrapped his fingers around my throat, lifting my face to smash his lips against mine again. I furrowed my brows, kissing back as my heart raced again, my knees growing weak. "Tom, " I whined against his lips. He shushed me as his other hand reached down to turn to doorknob by my hips, never breaking the kiss. I stumbled backward into the room and it was already lit as if it was waiting for us. I breathed heavily against the kiss as he closed the door behind him with his foot, placing his other hand on my waist.

"You taste so sweet, " He bit his lip after he spoke, looking down at me. I gulped as I stared up at him at what seemed to be his eyes through the mask. He swiped his thumb over my bottom lip causing me to part my lips. He slowly slid his thumb in and I wrapped my swollen lips around it, keeping eye contact. "Such a whore, " He muttered as he moved his thumb down. He moved his hands to the opening of my jacket, helping me pull it off. He threw it aside, reaching down for my shirt after. Once the bra clipped off, he slowly peeled it off of me, gazing over my chest. He gasped softly, pushing me toward the bed by my waist. I shivered at his cold fingertips, stumbling before the back of my knees hit the edge of the bed. I fell back, allowing him to crawl on top of me. The smell of his cologne filled my nose as he dove down, keeping his eyes on me.

"New cologne, Tom?" I nibbled on my bottom lip, I preferred it much more than his other one.

"Yea...new cologne..." He grinned. I reached down to the bottom of his mask, trying to pull it off. He took hold of both of my wrists, holding them above my head.

"But, I wanna see you, " I frowned and he held both of my wrists in one hand as the other came down.

"Later...it'll be hotter with this on, " He trailed his fingernails down the side of my ribcage. I arched my back at the gentleness, reaching up into his touch. He bit his lip at the reaction, coming down to kiss around my nipple. His free hand came up to cup my other boob. I squirmed under him, feeling him lay his tongue flat against my nipple. He kissed around again, sucking at my flesh. He nipped, grazing his teeth around the areas. I let out a small cry and he slapped the side of my waist in response. "Patient, " He snarled. He kissed the dark purple marks he left behind before wrapping his lips around my nipple, swirling his tongue around it. My breath hitched as I looked down at him, feeling his hand slowly glide down to the start of my pants. He undid the button with one hand, slipping the black pants a bit by gripping the fabric on the side of my thighs. He slid his hand into my pants, grazing my nipple with his teeth. He pulled off with a pop, sitting up as he looked down at me. Effortlessly keeping me down while his other hand rubbed my clothed clit. I arched my back again, clenching my eyes as I trembled. "Does it feel good?" He asked and I slowly opened my eyes, being met with him staring down at me. I pursed my lips, nodding slowly with furrowed brows. He applied more pressure and I yelped in response as he harshly traced circles on my clit with his fingers. "Answer me."

"Yes, it does!" I stammered. He gave me an amused hum, feeling the wetness seep through my panties. He pulled out, placing the fingers to my lips. I parted them and obeyingly sucked on his fingers. He snickered at the sight, moving the hand around my wrists away. I sat up on my hands, my tongue sliding against his fingers as he pulled them out. He slid off the bed, reaching under the cloak to pull the matching black pants along with his boxers off. He threw them aside, coming over to the edge of the bed. He wrapped his hand around his cock, pumping it as he pointed at the area on the bed in front of him.

"Here, " He demanded and I crawled over on my knees, leaning down to reach his cock. I kissed the bottom of his cock as his hands moved up, keeping eye contact. He moved his hand away, allowing me to replace his hand with mine. I laid my tongue flat against the bottom, coming up to his tip. My hand moved the opposite way as I licked the precum off his tip, wrapping my lips around it. I smirked as I pulled out, pumping the rest as I kissed his tip. He groaned, moving a hand to the back of my head. "Don't fucking tease me, sweets, " He rasped, pushing my head down to take him whole. I choked and his mouth hung low, watching tears well up in my eyes. I breathed heavily through my nose, looking up at him as his tip hit the back of my throat.

"Aww, why are you tearing up? You deserve it for trying to tease me, " He swiped off the tears that rolled down my cheek and I moved my hands up to the sides of his thighs, which were surrounded by the cheap, black cloak. He put his hands on either side of my head, beginning to thrust into my mouth. I hallowed my cheeks, continuing to tear up each time his tip hit my throat. He let out low moans, gripping a handful of my hair to pull. He bucked his hips faster causing me to gurgle around his cock. I pulled off after a few thrusts, and a trail of saliva followed as I choked for air. He cupped my jaw as I looked up at him, my vision even more blurry with the accompanied tears. "You okay?" He frowned. I nodded slowly, catching my breath as he leaned down to kiss my nose. He kissed down to my lips as I fluttered my tears away. He reached down, hooking his fingers at the start of my pants as he leaned into me. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he kissed me hungrily, pulling my pants off for me. He let them drop off the edge of the bed, hooking his nails into the lace of my panties. He tore it open, causing me to pull away from the kiss with a gasp.

"Tom!" I looked down at his hands which were intertwined with each threading of the panties. I furrowed my brows at his black-painted nails, looking back up at him. "When did you paint your nails?"

"The other day...you didn't see. I wanted to surprise you, " He dropped the ripped panties. He leaned into the crook of my neck, planting kisses as he held my waist. I leaned back towards the bed as he pushed me down, moving my right leg over his right shoulder. He aligned himself, pumping the leftover saliva as lubrication before moving his tip to my slit. I grit my teeth, reaching behind him, under his mask for what I thought would be braids but were replaced with the feeling of dreads. I narrowed my eyes before widening them as he slowly slid in. I threw my head back, tugging at his hair which earned a groan in response. I wrapped my other leg around his waist, letting out a high-pitched moan as he stretched me. He dug his nails into my flesh, leaning his head down with groans. He bottomed me out and I breathed heavily, looking back up at him as my fingers were tangled with his dreads. "You alright?" He breathed out, sliding his hands up and down my sides to comfort me. I nodded as I bit my lip.

He moved his hands to either side of my body onto the bed, slowly bucking his hips. My eyebrows knotted and my jaw hung open as hushed moans escaped my mouth. He bit his lip at the expression on my face, keeping his rhythm.

"So...good, " I panted and he moved a hand up to my throat, pressing his fingers on either side. He looked down at the sight of me taking him, causing him to jolt his hips faster. My breath hitched, throwing my head back. "Tom, " I cried out. He clenched his jaw, moving two fingers up to my mouth. I sucked on them as the rest of his fingers choked me. He leaned down to my ear, muttering.

"You don't wanna get caught, right?" He husked out. I nodded slowly with a small whine into his fingers. "Good girl..." He removed his fingers, continuing to choke me as he sat up straight, thrusting into me. He moved a hand down to my inner left thigh, opening my legs more. "You're taking me so well, " He purred, looking down at me as I whimpered through my teeth to stay quiet. He looked down again at my pussy, letting out a desperate, filthy noise. He pulled out before flipping me onto my knees. He bent me over slightly, grabbing hold of my wrists to hold me up as he aligned himself. My whines were cut off, feeling him slam back into me. I shuddered, as he started to slowly move up into me again, hearing a plastic material hit the wood floor. I tried to turn back, only to be made to face front again by him gripping my lower jaw. He crossed my arms on my lower back with the other hand, pounding up into me. I threw my head back into his chest, letting out cries of pleasure as the sound of our skin slapping filled the room. His strained moans danced into my ear as he kept his uneven place. My moans were broken as I became lightheaded from the pleasure, clenching around his cock.

"Close, " I whined, feeling his nails dig into my arms.

"Hold it for me, " He lifted my face to look up at the ceiling, leaning into my neck. He planted kisses as he thrusted up, and his moans were hoarse against my skin. "You feel so good, " He panted. His thrusts grew more sloppy as I continued to throb around him. He pulled away from my neck, moving the hand around my neck down to my swollen clit. "Come for me, " He rubbed circles around my clit and I threw my head back, rolling my eyes back. I twitched, letting out a sharp moan before releasing all over his cock. He pulled out, letting go of my arms which allowed me to fall on my back. I repeatedly panted as he pumped himself to reach his high. He shuddered as he came, the mattress shifting as he got off.

"Fuck...I think that was...the best ever that we've done...Tom, " I slurred as I breathed heavily, my head resting on the pillow.

"That's because I'm not Tom, " His voice was clearer. I raised an eyebrow, lazily looking over to my right. I widened my eyes, seeing the mascara that ran down his face from sweat. His hair was disheveled, as sweat ran down his forehead.

"Bill! What the fuck! What if Tom finds out?!" I sat up, sitting back on my hands.

"He doesn't need to know, " He stepped over with a finger on his lips as he stared into my eyes. I pursed my lips, shooting my head to the door as I heard a knock.

"Y/n??" A deeper voice behind the door called, knocking.

"You're so fucking dead, " I mouthed aggressively. Bill smirked, tilting his head.

"Don't lie, you enjoyed it, " He muttered and I looked away shyly, feeling my face heat up.

"Are you in there?" The voice behind the door continued. "Whoever's in there, if you don't respond, I'll fucking break the door down."

"He's gonna kill you, " I whispered.

"Call me for a next time, " He winked, hurriedly sliding on his costume as the knocks became more aggressive, running into the closet. The door cracked open and I looked over with widened eyes.

pt. 2 HERE

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eslanes · 8 months

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Townie Monster Mash - day v 🧟‍♀️

The Devil : Don Lothario

(thanks @mickimagnum!)

#towniemonstermash #the sims 4 #ts4 #ts4 challenge #simblreen #simblreen 2023 #don lothario

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jaybirdswriting · 7 months

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Halloween Themed OTP Prompts

A: We'll start with the classic: Character A and Character B wear matching couples costumes.

B: Character A and B were supposed to wear matching costumes, but there was a miscommunication somewhere along the way and one of them has grossly misunderstood the theme.

C: Character A and B carve pumpkins together. One of them is working very hard to make it scary, the other one could not be taking things less seriously.

D: Character A decides to introduce everyone to their partner on Halloween. The fact that their partner is a supernatural entity who hides their identity by claiming to wear a costume has everything to do with it.

E: Character A and B take their child trick or treating for the first time. Or if they don't have kids, Character A and B decide to hand out candy to the neighborhood.

F: Character A gets a supernatural related curse placed on them after deciding it was a good idea to hang out in a graveyard on Halloween. Cue Character B trying to help them lift it.

More Undercut

G: Character A and B decide to go through a corn maze...and they get horrifically lost.

H: Character A always wants to dress up as a pop culture reference and Character B never understands it.

I: Character A and B waltz to "Monster Mash."

J: Character A decides to dress as Character B for Halloween.

K: Character A and Character B make up scary stories to tell each other. The scariest one wins.

L: Character A and Character B decide to announce their relationship status at their friends costume party.

M: Character A decides to make a scarecrow that resembles Character B as a joke. Then they end up finding the scarecrow enduring, so they leave it up year round.

N: Character A and Character B learn it's very hard to kiss with fake vampire teeth in.

O: Character A and B have a very serious conversation about what they would do if supernatural creatures became real and they had to fight them.

P: Character A goes on a wild goose chase looking for a very specific type of candy. Character B thinks the entire thing is a little ridiculous, but they love Character A so they're going along with it.

Q: Character A is really adamant that they dress up like Gomez and Morticia Addams because they're that in love with Character B.

R: Character A wears a costume, and Character B learns they have a "thing" for whatever Character A is dressed up as.

S: Character A is a supernatural being who doesn't find it nearly as funny when Character B dresses up as their kind for Halloween. (EX: Character A is a vampire and Character B dresses up like a vampire.)

T: Character A wants to watch a horror move so they have an excuse to cuddle up to Character B. Unfortunately, the movie was so scary they both ended up clinging to each other.

U: Character A doesn't really celebrate Halloween. Character B has been preparing since April.

V: Character A insists that the entire inside and outside of their home needs to be decked out in Halloween decertations. Character B ends up getting even more into it than Character A.

W: Everyone assumes that Character A is the skittish one while Character B is brave. However, Character A is the one who has to carry Character B out of the haunted house after they got to scared to walk on their own.

X: Character A is woken up by the smell of pumpkin in the air. Character B decided to start he Halloween festivities with homemade pumpkin bread cooked with extra love for Character A.

Y: Character A finds a ritual that can bring Character B back to life...but it can only work on Halloween night.

Z: Character A and Character B meet for the first time on Halloween night.

#writing #writeblr #prompts #writing prompts #oc prompts #otp prompts #romance prompts

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otakween · 4 months

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Digital Monster: D-Project - Final Thoughts

Some quick stats:

This is my 13th Digimon game completed in less than 2 years, yay me!

This game took me 10 days to play. Love me a game that doesn't overstay its welcome.

This game was fantastic! It was probably most similar to the first Digimon World gameplay-wise, but waaay less convoluted and a lot cuter. Unlike in DW I had no problem getting the digivolutions I wanted and progressing through the game at a comfortable pace. There were a few "guide dang it!" moments here and there, but the game is mostly reasonable about hinting at what you're supposed to be doing. Full thoughts below.

Notes:

I loved the meta premise of this game. Basically when you boot it up, DemiDevimon comes along and "corrupts your game file." You then get sucked into the game world, "Swan World" (geddit, cuz Wonderswan?) The rest of the game is dedicated to restoring your corrupted surroundings and returning evil digimon to their nice forms. Very satisfying.

The v-pet aspect of the game was fun. The controls for calling/releasing your digimon were very intuitive. I liked how I could release them in various places like I was putting them out to pasture. The only really annoying thing was keeping the digimon fed because you had to input 4 digits to get one meat over and over and over again.

Of course I just used a guide to figure out the right codes, but the "enter a code and get a mystery digiegg" gimmick was cute. I really liked the animation of the egg slowly generating. It was a little weird because what digiegg you started with didn't matter much in the end, but oh well.

For some reason you have the ability to praise and scold your digimon? I understand praising because maybe it raises their happiness (I never actually checked), but there is no advantage to scolding in this game as far as I could tell.

Instead of the DW1 digivolution mechanic where you need a PHD in digivolving to get the right digimon, you just raise them in a certain environment to get the desired outcome. SO much easier. I liked that I could switch from line to line going from rookie to champion to make the game go quicker.

Except for the crazy last boss, it sort of felt like the difficulty level remained the same throughout the whole game. I brought a rookie into many battles, for example, and ended up being fine.

Omg the sprites in this game are so good!! Battling was so fun to watch (you can button mash to improve accuracy, but you don't really participate). Some kind soul uploaded all the sprites for download. I thought the Kyubimon victory animation was really funny:

Once I discovered jogress/DNA evolution I was like HELL YEAH 🔥🔥🔥 cuz the animation was so badass and took up like half the screen (wish I got more screenshots). There was also a really satisfying "BOOM!" sound effect during digivolution.

Lots of colorful, fun environments (especially compared to the last game which was blah). Another quality of life complaint is you have to go all the way to the start of the map every time you need food. There should have been more shortcuts to get from place to place.

I was actually kind of grateful that digimon die in this game. They have a pretty long lifespan, which is nice, but sometimes you need to clear up storage in your PC or you want the chance to raise a different type, so mons dying wasn't as soul crushing as in previous games.

If you can't read Japanese, I think I'd still recommend this game. The visuals and gameplay are enough to carry it and the controls/menus are pretty simple.

I give Digital Monster: D-Project an 8 out of 10

#digital monster: d-project #digimon #video games #games #wonderswan #oswan

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mooodyblue · 10 months

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Omg!!! I'm at a store and they have Halloween stuff out!

My favorite is Halloween!

Can you write something where elvis or bde has a little who loves Halloween and scary movies and fall?

not particularly huge on halloween but i love fall 🥹 seeing the fall scents starting to come out has been making me v happy. ty for the request!

wc: 609

elvis really didn't like halloween. he thought it was a silly, pointless holiday and honestly if he heard monster mash one more time he was going to find his way to destroy every single record with it on there so he’d never hear it again.

but then came along you. you loved halloween. you loved forcing him to decorate graceland, making him put up silly prosthetic spiders and ghosts outside in the lawn. not to mention the candy, you gotta have candy! but when you're little, you tend to go a bit overboard with candy and he has to hide it away from you…..he can't handle the sugar rushes little you gets after having one too many mini hershey kisses.

there was something endearing about watching you squeal in excitement when he’d drive past a house that was a bit too decorated for his taste. styrofoam headstones in the front yard was a bit too tacky for him, but at least you liked it.

halloween was quickly approaching though. and although he couldn't just…take you trick or treating, he still wanted you to have a good halloween whether he hated the holiday or not. he couldn't handle the tiny pout on your face as you walked into the living, a snug halloween sweater on you as you grumpily sat on the sofa.

elvis let out a small chuckle, throwing an arm around your shoulder. “what's got the baby so upset today?”

“‘s halloween ‘n you won’t take me trick or treatin’” she grumbled, crossing her arms.

“aw, don't be mad at daddy. it ain't his fault.” he frowned, pressing his lips against your temple. “but you look real cute in the lil’ halloween sweater i bought ya. ain't it cute?”

“i guess so….” you grumbled again.

“how ‘bout this then.” he sat up a bit. “i know you don't have a costume or nothin' but we can at least sit here and watch some of the halloween stuff they got showin’ right now? hm?”

you didn't respond, only looking as grumpy as ever.

he chuckled a bit. “not even charlie brown? they're showin’ that in a bit. c'mon, you know you wanna watch the great pumpkin……” he said teasingly, trying to get you to crack.

but it wasn't working. he knew you wouldn't budge. he hummed for a minute, looking over at you as he thought for a minute. maybe it wasn't about going house to house for you….maybe it was the candy.

“alright, fine. i’ll let you have a few pieces of candy. is that what ya want?”

your head turned quickly to him, your eyes lighting up. elvis rolled his eyes at your reaction, knowing exactly how to get you to crack. “handful!” you said proudly.

his eyes widened, “now, honey….”

your face turned into a frown, causing him to let out a groan. “alright! fine! a handful and that’s it!” he said sternly, wiggling his finger at you.

when the sun began to set, you snuggled up to him, bowl of candy in between the two of you as you watched it’s the great pumpkin, charlie brown—giggling along happily as you unwrapped what was probably your 5th piece of chocolate in the past 10 minutes.

he smiled at you, arm around your shoulders. he definitely paid more attention to you than the movie. “you wait here, i’ll get you your sippy cup.” he kissed your cheek, standing up and making his way to the kitchen.

completely forgetting you put decorations up, he jumped slightly at the sight of a skeleton sitting at the dining table.

god, he couldn't wait for this holiday to end.

#elvis x reader

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boogiewrites · 1 year

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Seeing Stars Pt. 25

End-of-the-school-year shenanigans! Prom, the talent show, and Corroded Coffin's first real gig. Star and Eddie are deep in their honeymoon phase but Eddie's stubbornness might be the end of that. Eddie high jacks the talent show. Star and Eddie find the only thing they want after a metal show is each other.

CW: We start with fluff, move into angst, and back to fluff before a big finish with smut. Some Steve and Eddie bonding is thrown in for flavor. Sexual Content: jealousy-fueled dirty talk, anal/anal play (F receiving), p in v, possessive language/dirty talk, (Use of "Master", "My" and "your") semi-public sex.

It was a sunny Saturday, spring revving up, and everything showing the first signs of returning to life. Max and Star sat back from the group, sitting in lawn chairs in the field by Star's house. Currently, they were giving scores for the attempts at submission made by the male members of Hellfire.

“That counted right?” Jeff asked with a squinted eye, on his knees in clod dirt with his disagreeing cohort wiggling and trying to get to his feet,

“Shoulders were on the ground. That’s a win.” Star and Max held up their hands to show 10's across the board.

“Come on! They both weren’t on the ground!”

“The stains on the back of your shirt say otherwise.” Max shrugged.

“Part peasants! Your master has come to show you the ways of war!” Eddie boomed and hit his chest, legs wide and stomping toward the now mashed area of dirt they’d been wrestling on.

“Step down old man! The new blood is here to prove you and your archaic ways are dead!” Dustin took off his hat and slapped his thighs.

They circled and shouted, both show boating.

“Come on ladies, we’re losing daylight here!” Max shouted. She jumped when Star grabbed her wrist hard and plucked the cigarette out of her hand. “What the hell?” she shot her a very accusatory look.

“Steve’s here.” she motioned with a small nod behind them.

“Oh shit.” She dusted off her clothes in an attempt to avoid a hypocritical lecture from Steve. “Thanks.”

“Anytime.” Star winked and took a drag.

“Bow before your god!” Eddie shouted and charged Dustin.

“What the hell is going on?” Steve asked, hip popped, level with Star's head. Robin trotted behind him with the same amused look the other girls wore.

“They’re settling a disagreement.”

“By fighting? They’re gonna get hurt they don’t know how to fight.”

“Why don’t you get out there and show 'em how it’s done, champ.” Star winked up at him.

“I should!” He motioned his hand broadly to support his opinion.

“D and D disagreement?” Robin chimed in.

“Yep.” Max popped her lips.

“They couldn’t find the lore in their guides and they both think the monster has different abilities.” Star sighed but was fully enjoying the chaos.

“Didn’t think they’d be ones to settle things with violence.”

“It’s a submission. No hitting.” Star further explained.

“I’m a little impressed. Usually, they screech at each other until someone caves or leaves.” Steve rubbed his chin, watching Eddie frog jump over Dustin.

“You saw the table under the carport, I think the fresh air’s got ‘em all riled up.” Star wiggled her shoulders.

“Henderson! Did you not hear anything I said about groundwork?” Steve was sucked in, the show of testosterone and his knowledge of wrestling being too much to deny.

“And he’s off.” Robin shook her head.

“Pull up a chair Rob, we’re gonna be here awhile.”

They sat and watched Steve and Eddie go through moves, Steve holding him in a headlock and him throwing a wink at Star.

“Nerd.” She muttered and shook her head, blowing a kiss at him. He caught it in his hand and acted as if he was going to put it on his lips then promptly slapped Steve’s ass instead. The girls shook with laughter in their flimsy sun-bleached chairs as Steve jumped and they proceeded to grapple.

“You’re the one dating that nerd.” Robin teased.

“I know.” Star smiled softly, she and Max had their heads tilted to see the glimpses of torso and occasionally a little lower from the two guys.

“Your braun is no match for my brain Sir Steve “ Eddie shouted, surprisingly squirrelly and quick, ducking away from Steve’s hold.

“C’mere you shithead! I’m trying to show you something!”

“And miss out on this cute face you make when you’re mad? Nah.” Eddie stuck his tongue out and cackled. Steve tilted his head like a puppy, always being thrown off for a moment when Eddie flirted with him. Eddie was clever, he’d give him that. So the second Steve stopped trying so hard and stood still, focused on his thoughts more than his body- Eddie used that to tackle Steve’s middle.

“Oh!” Came from the group, an impressed and egging-on sound.

“I’m trying to show you the art of wrestling! There are rules and this is breaking at least 3 of them!” Steve shouted.

“You came into MY realm Sir Steve. Your rules mean nothing here! Your so-called human wrestling rituals have no place in my realm of chaos!” Eddie laughed maniacally, sitting on top of Steve. His head was thrown back, hands clawed and voice booming. Steve had him on his back in 3 seconds.

“What was that about your rules again?” He smirked.

The group was invested. Oh’s and aw’s in different varieties.

“His realm?” Robin snorted.

“D and D talk.” Star explained.

“He’s really into that stuff, isn’t he? I mean REALLY into it.” Robin stressed with brows raised. “The whole fantasy thing. He talks like an evil king from some kid's book.”

“Pretty good comparison.” Max nodded, still watching the flopping guys. “The level of dork that has to be embraced to give this his all is almost Impressive. Almost.”

“He has created a new level of dork.” Robin nodded and chuckled.

“That's the guy you wanna spend the rest of your life with?” Max laughed and pointed towards the man with wild hair that was screeching and shaking Steve upside down like some grade school bully looking for lunch money in a feat of strength.

“Yeah.” Star let the smile take over her face before hiding it behind her hand. “That’s the guy.” She shook her head and her cheeks blushed.

“She’s blushing!” Robin teased and shoved Star's shoulder. “You are down so bad for that idiot, Star.”

“Shut up! I know!” Star hid her face and laughed.

“It’s cute. A terrible decision, but cute.” Max said.

“She’s made worse decisions.”

“True.”

“Thanks for the vote of support. “ Star rolled her eyes playfully. “It was a decision I had no say in. I was forced by the universe. So we’ll see how it turns out.”

“What do you mean?” Robin asked and the look on Max's face asked the same.

“Ya know,” Star shrugged. “Choosing to be with someone you see a future with? Being in love? That whole thing.”

“You’ve never had a serious boyfriend before?” Max asked with clear surprise on her face.

“Nope.” Star shrugged and her hands flopped.

“And… Eddie Munson is who you decided to fall in love with?”

“I’m more surprised than anyone, believe me.” Star cackled. “But I do. A lot. A concerning amount.” She divulged.

“Any amount would be concerning.”

“May I remind you YOUR nerd is also out there?”

“Shut up.” Max crossed her arms and sank into the seat as she hid a grin.

Star lay in Eddie’s bed, fingers mindlessly picking and drumming on his bare chest, curled against him. One arm was around her, heavy and moving, the other held up one of his beat-up editions of Lord of the Rings. He’d been reading them all to her whenever he could get her to settle and listen. A naked torso was always a good bribe. She trailed through his almost fuzzy chest, the beginnings of a grown man sprouting out and tickling her fingers. The weak hairs were pale in comparison to his dark waves, a few stood wiry and proud amongst the bunch.

“If you pull another hair out I’m throwing you in Mount Doom.” He remarked and looked down at her. She met him with her innocent appearing gaze as she hadn’t meant to hurt him.

“Sorry. I didn’t know it was hurting you.” She kissed his chest and mushed her cheek back into it. She wrapped her arm around his waist and let it settle there.

“You’re usually less fidgety at this point. I’ve been reading for almost an hour, you’re usually invested by now.”

A half-hearted shrug in response.

“We use our words in this house.” Eddie bonked her head with the book and when she laughed he was relieved nothing catastrophic seemed to be wrong.

“I’m feeling antsy. I blame the full moon coming up. My mind is all over the place. I can’t concentrate I'm sorry. I love the story! I'm just not in it right now.”

“Okay.” He shrugged and marked his place. “You could’ve just said that.”

“I know you like reading to me. And I like it too! Usually. I'm just- I got ants in my pants.” She wiggled against him and snorted a laugh. “I don’t wanna say I’m bored but I feel bored.”

“The dulcet tones of me reading the best story ever told is boring?” He raised a brow, barely a half-truth as he knew it wasn’t personal. “I know they say love hurts but this is a bit much.” She pinched his nipple in response to his egotistical response and he yipped.

“I love your voice babe but sometimes I just-“ she shook her head. “Have this energy I don’t know what to do with and wanna do something stupid.”

“I’m stupid.” He grinned with full dimples. “Do me.” He held the arm not around her out to offer himself. She snorted again and mashed her face into his chest.

“Not stupid.” She bit him affectionately and he squeezed her close. “We’ve been so… stable lately ya know? Domestic and we’ve got our little routine and we’re happy and my inner demon is not happy about it. It wants old Star who did impulsive shit and hurt herself. Intentionally and unintentionally.”

“Tell him I said to shut the fuck up.” He nodded in a challenge and it made her laugh. The precious sound he hoarded like a dragon did gold. “I like happy, domestic Star.”

“I do too!” She nodded enthusiastically. “I don’t want to act on things like I used to but I get that itch sometimes. And I don’t know how to scratch it in a healthy way. Or a not… bad way.”

“Let’s brainstorm.” He said laying back and looking up in thought, cuddling in close to her. The blemishes in his ceiling didn’t provide an instant answer. “Bad habits? Drink. Drugs. Fight. Fuck. That about cover it?”

“Am I really that simple?” She chuckled, fingers back to tracing his chest, now on the demon head perched on his pec.

“We all are. It’s not personal.” He gave her back a pat. “So take bad and make it good. Okay, we’re fighting the itch from being happy. And we’re happy because of us. Being together I mean. Not to be presumptuous.” He looked down and grinned.

“Never. I am happy because of you. Or us I should say. I did have something to do with it.” she smirked.

“Just a little, yeah.” He comedically undersold the effort it took to get to this point.

“Something bad but good.” She mumbled, fingers without guidance gliding along the line work on his chest. “How do I turn love and happiness into something that will feed my inner demon.”

“I have inner AND outer demons.” He laughed at his joke as he took her hand, calming hers from tickling him. He wrapped his fingers into hers and laid them together on his chest. Star's head suddenly perked up, looking at their hands.

“That’s it!” She lit up and matched her voice's plucky energy with her expression.

“We summon demons.” Eddie suggested with a serious face but it made Star roll her eyes.

“No! The demon!” She tapped the scraggly man on his chest. “The tattoo. I should get a tattoo!” She looked so excited, even if he hadn’t been aroused by the prospect it would’ve been hard not to catch her contagious excitement.

“You wanna get a tattoo? I know a guy. He did mine.”

“Is he close?”

“It’s Darren.” He motioned with his thumb out.

“Across the trailer park?” She said surprised.

“Yeah, he did these two.” He knocked his chest with their hands still intertwined

“I don’t know what to get.” She said chewing the inside of her cheek.

“Eddie right here would be good. Your demon would love it.” He grinned, his fingertips tracing along the side of her neck.

“I did say I’d do that.” She giggled and hid her face.

“Or right here.” He tapped the same place he had his demon head.

“What about you? You gonna get my name on you?” She challenged.

“Just tell me where baby.” He gave her a smile that made her melt physically and emotionally.

“Well, you got me there.” She laughed.

“Not letting you back out so easily when I’m the one who already wants more tattoos.”

“So maybe not your name on my neck.” She gave a grimaced apologetic smile.

“Right above you pussy? Baby, you’re so romantic.” He cooed comedically and held her cheek before she sputtered out a laugh.

“So romantic.” She rolled her eyes. “I can come up with something. I’ll just need a day or two. Do you really wanna do this?”

“Get tattoos together? Hell yes, I do.” He beamed.

“What do you wanna get?”

“I’m gonna get one for you. I wasn’t joking about that.” He admittedly with a shyer smile. “I do think they’re romantic. I mean they’re more permanent than marriage if you think about it. Plus it’s pain and blood and art and what’s more romantic than that!” He wasn’t being sarcastic and Star loved him for it. He understood her weird view of what intimacy and romance were.

“You’re right.” She nodded and put her head back on his chest with a kiss. “Let’s do it.”

Three days later Star stood facing Eddie, both with the hems of their shirts in their hands. They’d kept what they got as a surprise and were now post-tattoo in Eddie’s bedroom, doing their version of an old west shootout. Except they were waiting to draw their shirts up to expose their impulse decisions.

“Fuck I’m so excited. I’m a little hard. Is that weird? I don’t even know why exactly.” Eddie laughed in a post-tattoo haze.

“I am about to flash you so?” Star shrugged.

“On three?” He asked with high brows.

“Three!” Star shouted as she stripped off her shirt in tandem with Eddie and lifted her arm to show her left side under her breast, Eddie stood chest out and proud, his clear and seen first. A bold black outline of a star encased his left nipple. “Aw, babe!” Star pouted on sight. It was like the tattoo she had on her butt only it was much larger.

“Right over my heart.” He gave a single nod of pride and held his hand right under it for emphasis.

“Stop.” She whined and pouted her lips to kiss him.

“That means you approve?”

“I LOVE it!” She swooned and kissed his cheeks.

“Let me see you! What'd you get?” He lifted her arm and there appeared a gold goblet. It had little stones and filigree. Something truly suited for a king in a fantasy novel. On the cup of the chalice, we’re the initials EM. “Oh fuck me, Star you got my damn initials?” The sting of hot tears grew in his eyes immediately. “You got my name.” His wet puppy eyes met hers and she felt the familiar but now welcome burn of happy tears grow in her eyes in sympathy.

“Of course I did baby. I told you I would. I keep my promises.” She vowed with soft eyes and an enthusiastic nod. Eddie’s mouth stuttered and struggled with what to say next in his emotional state. His face twitched, not being able to decide which emotion to stick with as he felt them rush over him. His hand reached out, trembling, to delicately touch the permanent reminder of him now on her skin. He took in a sharp raspy inhale and put his palm to her ribs.

“I love you so much.” His bottom lip trembled and the tears came as she whined and embraced him back.

“Oh, honey.” She sighed and pet his hair as she felt tears land in hot plinks against her shoulder where he buried his face. “When I said I would be as crazy as you are I meant it. I’m yours, Eddie. I didn’t want you to doubt it.”

“Shit.” He whimpered, feeling a bit woozy from the strong sudden emotion that hit him. “I don’t doubt it. But fuck, thank you, sweetheart. Seriously you don’t know what this means to me.”

“I’ve got an idea.” She smiled putting her hand to where her star lay on his chest.

“Is it like-?” He asked wiping his cheeks and pulling back to look at it again. “King Eddie or is it a reference?”

“Remember how we both kept pulling the 10 of cups when we’d ask about each other? It’s a cup.”

“You’re so fucking smart baby, Jesus Christ.” He said with sad eyes, hand stroking it on her body.

“We’re everything we always wanted. I didn’t want to forget that. I pulled that card almost every time I asked about you.”

“Fuck, I knew I'd get emotional but-“ he rubbed his face. “I didn’t think I’d cry. Shit.” She gently pulled away his hands and cupped his face.

“We’re bonded for life now. You’re not getting rid of me. What am I gonna do? Date people who only have the initials EM if you leave me?” She laughed and it made him smile.

“Not leaving you. You own my heart. Officially! You bought up the real estate.” He put her hand on his chest. “It’s yours.” He whispered sincerely.

“And you're everything I ever wanted.” She marched his sentiment and put his hand to her side.

“Crazy together forever?”

“Crazy together forever.”

Gareth watched with squinted eyes, his face exaggerated in its following of Star's brightly colored car in the subdivision.

“What is she doing?” He laughed, leaning over his drum set and looking down the driveway, bringing the other's attention to her. This time around she stopped and sauntered up the incline into his garage where all but one of the Corroded Coffin members stood.

“Eddie’s not here yet.” Jeff answered an unasked question, still looking at his fingers trying to tune his strings.

“I know that’s why I did the lap first.” she stopped and took a breath. “Corroded Coffin is playing at the Talent Show right?”

“Yeah, we always do.” Gareth said proudly.

“Good.” she nodded with one strong motion. “I need a big favor.”

Star with no shame screamed, clapped, whooped, and made as much noise as her body could for the 4 boys on the stage. The auditorium was packed, one of the big end-of-the-year staples going down with the Talent Show. Strange behavior had become the norm from Star, so the student body didn’t pay too much mind to her antics. Especially when the rest of Hellfire and their friend group were chiming in with her. Once the boys descended the stage and sat back in a little cluster with their other friends Star mashed Eddie’s sweaty, proud face between her hands and kissed it all over noisily. He snorted out a laugh, his lips sputtering out as she made sure he did not doubt that she supported his art.

“You liked it I take it?” he muttered with pooched lips as she went to plant a long kiss on them. Nothing too lude, a simple press to get her point across.

“I always do. You’re so good baby.” she cooed and the other students surrounding them, not familiar with this soft and affectionate version of the two resident sexually active freaks were gawking at them with confusion. “Your solo would melt a mere mortal's face off.” she finally let him go and he threw his arm around her shoulders beaming with pride. The other members of Corroded Coffin filed out bit by bit, mumbled excuses in intervals, the other members of Hellfire and their adjacent friends filling the spaces around Eddie and Star.

“I’m gonna run to the bathroom real quick.” Star whispered, kissing Eddie’s cheek.

“Why? I got hands?” he held out his hands cupped and offered them to her. She laughed a little too loudly and covered her mouth.

“My dirty boy.” she cooed and kissed him while pushing down his hands. “I'll be right back. Don’t miss me too much.” she bit his cheek and he hummed contently at his partner who complimented his weirdness so well.

Dustin distracted Eddie, a few jabs at how in love he was at Eddie’s expense he gladly took. He didn’t mind the teasing, he knew one day he’d get to give it back to them.

“Next we have Star Reynolds, accompanied by some young men you’ve seen already today.” the Principal who was enjoying MC’ing the event far too much.

Eddie’s neck nearly snapped with how fast it turned to the auditorium stage. He blinked, then looked around, seeing his friends had certainly gone and were now on the stage without him. Star had the mic and was beaming, looking directly at him.

“My lovely friends and most of the members of Corroded oOffin have done me a favor by backing me up today because I can’t play an instrument to save my life. Believe me, I have the best teacher and I’m hopeless.” she chuckled and looked down almost shyly. “Anyway, I wanted to dedicate this to who you all expect me to. It’s a special song for us, and since I can actually sing this one, I chose it. This is a surprise for Eddie, and I hope he likes it.” perked up and cleared her throat away from the mic like a professional. The close-knit friend group around Eddie started screaming just as Star had and it made Eddie jump. Eddie was nearly standing, hands on his knees, torn at what to do. His shock kept him from cheering her on a familiar guitar tune starting plucking up. Some people, mostly teachers in the crowd recognized the song and smiled, a scattered clap or two. “Wake up Eddie I think I got somethin’ to say to you.” Star began with closed eyes, fighting a smile.

“You’re fucking kidding me.” Eddie whispered.

“It’s almost like she loves you, dude.” Dustin elbowed his side.

“I didn’t. She never-” Eddie stuttered, his hand to his chest. Eddie felt a lot in that moment; gratitude, love, and bewilderment. “How’d they-” he started and stopped again. His face was so obviously shocked Star could see it from the stage. He saw the faces in the crowd turning to look at him and for once, he didn’t feel the prickle of defensiveness for it. He did have his usual urge to peacock and be everything they hated. Even if some of the faces were friendlier than usual, mostly the girls, seeing a bit of softness and appeal in him for how bad Star, the artsy bitch as they knew her, was down for him. He felt the heat from the guy's glares, either wishing they were him or mad their girlfriends would expect some display of affection now too. He and Star had publicly raised the bar for declarations of love it seemed, and he knew exactly how to make it worse for them. With a broad cat grin he stood, his long legs jumping and making his way down the bleachers, by the rows of chairs set up for the assembly. He leaped onto the stage, one leg swinging high and pulling himself up. He was being a spectacle under his terms, and that’s where Eddie loved to be. Star was giggling while singing, him grabbing her hand to kiss it earning a scattered giggle among the crowd, before moving to Jeff who was playing guitar. The guys were laughing, not bothered by the much slower tempo than their usual songs, making it not as cumbersome to play. Eddie air-guitared to Jeff with his back to the crowd that now held laughter, some claps, and intermittent hooting for support of someone doing something they shouldn’t. Eddie slipped behind Jeff, his hands hovering over his own and picking right back up as they switched places much to Star’s, and the assembly at large’s, delight. He even got some cheers from the crowd, as even he had to admit that was pretty impressive. He sidled up to Star, a real Sonny and Cher moment of performing together as he laid on his signature style onto the riffs he knew by heart for her. He finished the song out with a huge squeal of guitar, amp ringing, and playing a favorite Eddie Van Halen solo, Eruption, that put more of the crowd on his side from the theatrics of it.

Star was laughing, cheering him on gloriously under stage lights and her hair bouncing. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her to him, after flipping his guitar to his back, making her squeal. He pulled out his move that never failed and dipped her back as he kissed her. The girls in the audience loved it. The guys let loud boos roar over the girls wanting sighs and titters of enjoyment. Eddie held Star with one hand, the other raised high and flipping off the entire student body as the mixture of cheers and boos, and all purely entertained, filled the room.

“Alright, Mr. Munson. Ms. Reynolds. I think we’ve seen enough.” The Principal slid in to take the mic. Star and Eddie parted at the lips, her opening her eyes to see his hand flipping off the crowd for a second before it was lowered, not wanting to push his luck with the principal. She cackled with laughter and hugged him around his neck. He swept her up into his arms, another wanting wave of noise from the girls watching, and carried her off the stage. High-jacking a talent show performance hadn't been on Eddie's list of things to do before he graduated, but he was thrilled to have the opportunity to check it off.

While the friend group did tend to move as a pack, you’d be hard to find the cosmic pairing without the other. They were connected at the hip it seemed, everyone assuming their outings with Steve and Robin were double dates. One was never far from the other, doing most things as a pair, or at least being in the same room while working on their own things. At the arcade, a common stomping ground, she was pressed to his chest, her hands handling the pinball machine and his to her hips, tapping them to cue her knocking the machine to work as a single unit. They got a few looks but it was as wholesome as could be. Together they beat each other's solo high score with very little effort. It was a point of pride for them both. Star even let Eddie hang around for her ritual work now. He ran dungeon ideas by her, even if he swore to the guys that she didn’t have an advantage. So when she’d try to bribe him, sitting on his lap while he was on his throne before Hellfire meetings, lips walking their way around his neck, he wouldn’t budge on keeping his folders shut and from her prying eyes. He wasn’t much, he said, but he had his word and that meant something. He wouldn’t bend to her feminine giles. But she was welcome to try. Despite Star trying to help the party with the insider info, they didn’t seem very supportive when they’d walk in on them making out on the throne. So ungrateful, Star thought.

The high that they were both running on, swimming in the honeymoon phase so deep their feet no longer touched the bottom, was bound to come to an end at some point. Relationships aren’t perfect, and neither are people and inevitably, the butting of heads was bound to happen with the duo of a hard-headed man and a soft-hearted woman.

On a normal spring day at lunch, the group babbled right along with the rest of the student body in the cafeteria as the year was beginning to wind down to a close. Prom was so close, the banners hung in the halls, and the squeals of people being asked filled the air. The days were warmer, finals looming and an outlook shared that was as bright as the spring sun.

“So did you finally ask her, loverboy?” Star smiled at Gareth who by his grin was already telling his answer.

“Maybe.” he shook his head cockily.

“Spill.” Star hit the table in front of him. Gareth went through a DM-Esque explanation of how he asked a girl to prom. “So proud of you Gare bear!” Star laughed and clapped. “You know what you’re wearing? Or what color she’s wearing? Are we all gonna go together or is that too much?” Star said quickly with enthusiasm.

“Go together?” Gareths’ head tilted, and she saw Jeff’s shoulders stiffen, his eyes darting to Eddie. “Are you going?” he asked with clear confusion on his face. Star looked at the faces around her, feeling like the last one in on a joke about her. Her mouth opened to say of course she was. But she closed it after she saw Eddie shaking his head.

“Of course not. You’re not roping me into that fucking scam.” he snorted, chewing with his mouth open, an incredulous look on his face. The whole table watched the light fade from Star’s face. Eddie was looking down, ramping up for a rant as he tended to do, finishing a fry dramatically with a pluck of his fingers. “I can’t believe you guys are buying into this. Or selling out really, because that’s what it is.”

“It’s prom, Eddie. People go to it.” Jeff said with apologetic eyes locked on Star. She quickly realizes this isn’t something they’d discussed. She’d assumed they’d go together. In her mind, there was no question of it. Your final senior year with a new love, of course, you’d end it with the prom. Wouldn’t you?

“Yeah, fucking suckers. Feeding the capitalist greedy pigs, wringing you and your folks for all you’re worth just ONE more time before they shove you into the real world to start really sucking your soul out dollar by dollar.” he was impassioned, cheeks flushed and voice loud. Star could practically see the Tauren horns sprouting off his head, wearing a crown of stubbornness.

“Or it’s just fun?” Dustin said, feeling Star go cold next to him, now looking at her food, pushing it around with her fork.

“For who? Overhyped and oversold! Shitty paper decorations? Top 40 bullshit on a subpar sound system? It’s not worth the time or effort. It’s pointless, lame, and worst of all it’s the biggest example of forced conformity in the school system. Standardized tests and prom are right there at the top. It’s basic and boring and brainwashed lemmings with more money than sense go.”

“Jesus, tell us how you really feel dude.” Gareth muttered as Eddie soured everyone’s good mood.

“I don’t mean you’re stupid. I mean going is stupid. I don’t get what you see in it. I mean, maybe you’ll get laid, that’s nice. But some of us don’t have to shovel out a ton of money to impress someone to get laid, right babe?” he threw a wink at Star and she gave a weak smile. “The best outcome for most of these conformists is losing their virginity to a guy who peaked at age 17 and will give them 2 strokes and a lifetime of disappointment. That night being the first of many.” he spoke loud and animatedly, being sure others heard and gave it attention. “They wear ugly, uncomfortable clothes and paint themselves like their shitty fake idols on tv. They do their elaborate mating dances and rituals and pretend to have fun for the sake of not losing their minds because it’s so disappointing. Girls starve themselves to fit into their ugly dresses. For what? A guy who doesn’t give a shit what you wear because he just wants to get his dick wet? Fucking conformist bullshit.” he nodded his head with headbang vigor.

“Some people like to get dressed up and dance.” Star said quietly. The entire table looked at her, knowing she was referring to herself.

“Yeah but… you can do that at any time.” Eddie shrugged, now sensing the way the others were looking at Star, not him.

“Some girls might already have a… ugly, uncomfortable dress hanging in their closet that they’d been excited to wear.” her eyes were far away, staring at the tabletop, her mouth in a painfully neutral straight line.

“Uhm.. well you could…” Eddie stuttered, feeling his cheeks burn hot as Star gathered her things, not meeting his gaze.

“Or some girls just want to celebrate finally getting the fuck out of high school with a party with their friends. And their boyfriends.”

“We can have a party, babe.” Eddie spoke quietly his entire energy completely shifted from moments earlier. He went from a confident anti-hero to a groveling sub in seconds.

“Or some girls assumed their boyfriends would know how important a chance to dress up, go out and dance was to them.” she turned and looked right into Eddie’s eyes as she spoke.

“Babe I-” Eddie reached for her as she stood. “I can’t go. It’s against everything I stand for. You should know that. I’ve never gone to a single dance, I can’t start now and look like some hypocrite. You get it right? It’s all a made-up cash grab.”

“Or you could not break your girlfriend's heart and just have some fucking fun for once in your life instead of fighting against the man.” she wasn’t loud but the words cut everyone as they left her mouth. The guy’s expressions varied from looking at Eddie like he’d just got called to the principles office to pure pity. “You’re so busy raging against something that doesn’t give a shit about you that you suck the fun out of things sometimes. Not everything is some political statement, Eddie. Sometimes you do things just to experience a little bit of happiness in this shitty world. Maybe you should try that.” she bit, shaking her head, tears in her eyes.

“Star, baby, don’t-” she shook her head and walked away, leaving him standing, watching her disappear into the distance. He sat slowly, then a hard thump of his ass onto the seat with slumped shoulders as he was left with the consequences of his actions.

“Dude.” Dustin said and Eddie rubbed his face violently with his hands.

“FUCK!” he screamed into his covered face, muffled but not silent.

“Yeah.” Jeff said with full judgment on his face, a smirk that wasn’t kind.

“You fucked up, man.” Mike said with a pitiful swing of his overgrown hair.

“You think?” Eddie was on his feet in a second, hands on the table and his torso leaned over everyone to hiss at Mike.

“Maybe you should stop calling everyone else stupid when you keep doing things like this.” Dustin said with high brows and no fear.

“Oh, that’s real fucking helpful, Henderson.”

“He’s right. We’re not even dating her and we know she liked to get dressed up and dance, dude. You were a grade-A dick to her just now.”

“You called everything she liked stupid conformist bullshit.” Jeff added, leaning in with enthusiasm.

“Did she say she already had a damn dress? Fuck me, man.” Eddie put his head down on the table hiding it in crossed arms.

“You didn’t know?”

“No!” Eddie squeaked, throat tight and dry. “We hadn’t talked about prom! I thought she knew I didn’t believe in it!”

“Whether you believe in it or not it’s still real.” Dustin corrected.

“You take your girlfriend to the prom your senior year, man. It’s just what you do.” Gareth said joining Jeff with his harsh tone and leaning in to crowd him like some medieval public shaming. “We don’t WANT to get dressed up in monkey suits and go through all the motions. But we are. Because that’s what you do when someone you care about wants to do something. You grin and bare it. Because it makes them happy. It’s not even a relationship thing, it’s a basic human courtesy thing!”

“Fuck off, I know!” Eddie groaned loudly.

“You clearly don’t.”

“Look! I live by the Munson Doctrine. Prom is bullshit. It’s expensive and I hate everything about it. I hate what it stands for, I hate that I have to pay money to even get in the building, that that money goes to help this shit hole of a school I’ve been fucking stuck in for six god damned years! It goes against everything I stand for! I can’t just go!”

“Why not?” Jeff rolled his eyes, shoulders shrugging, growing tired of Eddie’s penchant for dramatics and hard opinions.

“Why not? Psh. Why not? Because I, someone who is above all this bullshit, who is loudly and proudly told the tale of the oppression of today’s youth through conformity, can’t suddenly partake in the very thing that I’ve vowed to destroy.” Eddie was almost panting, figuratively foaming at the mouth and red-faced.

“Eddie.” Dustin sighed, unaffected by the theatricality. “I say this with love. Please know that.” Dustin held his hand to his chest. "But you’re full of shit.” The others snorted, then hid it, Eddie’s eyes flashing wild and angry.

“What the fuck man?” Eddie angrily whispered.

“You’re just some guy, Eddie. You’re not Frodo, Gandolf, or Bilbo. You’re just a guy. You’re not on a quest to end the evil of the world. This whole, high and mighty thing is bullshit. You know that. No one’s better than anyone else.”

“THAT is bullshit.” Eddie pointed an accusing finger. “We don’t hurt people like they do.” Eddie splayed his hands out wildly. “We don’t try to oppress others or uphold outdated regimes.”

“I wish you’d listen to what you say.” Dustin sucked his teeth, disappointed. “You’re hurting Star. You’re oppressing her by telling her what she likes is wrong. Just like “they” do to us. You’re upholding your OWN outdated beliefs here. Don’t you see that? Anger is good for a lot of things. But don’t you get tired of being angry?”

“It’s fucking exhausting. But why should they get to be ignorant and blissful when people like me who know the truth have to suffer and be angry?”

“Because life’s not fair?” Dustin shrugged. “I don’t know what to tell you man. All I know is, Star’s just some girl, just like everyone else, trying to have a good time with her friends. Doesn’t she deserve that? To have a nice night out with her friends and her dumbass boyfriend?”

“I’m not a dumbass.” Eddie said sitting back and crossing his arms.

“No, but you sure are acting like one.” Gareth snarked.

“You have a cool, pretty girlfriend who is head over heels for your dumbass for some reason.” Jeff began. “Any of us, well any of us without that, would kill to have that.”

“We’d do things like go to prom.”

“Or apologize.”

“Or not call the things she likes stupid.”

Eddie pouted, brow low and arms crossed in the crossfires of an intervention.

“You’re lucky as hell man. You’re gonna push her away if you keep being a stubborn jackass. Not everything is about you and your feelings.” Gareth finished up the circle of wisdom being thrust upon Eddie.

“Look Eddie, we love you. We love that you’re so passionate about things. But it’s not just about you anymore.”

“You’re an adult who has a girlfriend. And you need to remember that. You can’t just go shouting your very harsh opinions without thinking about how it affects other people. It’s funny to spook the jocks, yeah, but we’re about to never have to interact with them ever again.”

“The end of an era.” Jeff added with a nod.

“If you want to shock people so much, do you know what would really blow everyone’s minds?” Dustin said quietly, pulling in Eddie’s defensive attention.

“What?” He muttered.

“If you went to prom.”

“Come on.” Eddie groaned and rolled his eyes.

“He’s got a point.”

“I”m serious! The LAST thing anyone expects you to do is to go to prom and have a good time. No one would know what the hell to do with that!”

“He’s right. Everyone knows about you being angry and going against the grain. Maybe it’s time to mix it up?” Mike shrugged.

“I still think it’s bullshit.”

“And that’s fine! That’s valid! You can think that!” Dustin nodded enthusiastically. “But what are your actions going to be?”

Eddie sighed and sat back, no longer angry but confused.

“I don’t know.”

“Well, you better figure it out.”

“And soon.” -

Eddie was red with confliction. Star was waiting by his van for him after school much to his relief.

“Hey.” he said looking down, his feet shuffling and hand rubbing the back of his neck.

“I’m not going to yell at you.” she said to clear the air.

“Thanks. I’ve been told you should.”

“Probably.” she sounded so tired. She turned and got into the van.

It was silence for a bit, just bobbing with the potholes and not pristine suspension of the van. Until Star broke the silence.

“I’ve thought about what you said. And I get your point of view. I don’t agree. Obviously. But I get that you have your beliefs and we aren’t going to agree on everything.”

“That’s…way too nice.” he muttered, his shoulders slumping.

“I’m mad. Don’t get me wrong. I’m hurt and upset and angry. But I realized I didn’t talk to you about prom. I just assumed. And that’s on me.”

“I did too. I thought you knew how I felt about it.”

“Assume and make an ass out of you and me.” she rolled her eyes. Another beat of no talking, with Eddie not sure what to say.

“I’m sorry.” he decided to begin with. “I don’t think you’re stupid. Or that what you like is stupid. I don’t understand it. But it’s not stupid. Because you’re not stupid. And I know I have big opinions and I come on strong-”

“Understatement.” she snorted out half amused and half angry.

“But I never want to hurt you. You know I’d never on purpose. I still don’t want to by accident. And I did and I’m sorry. I’ll try to think before I speak in such absolutes.”

“Thanks.” he had the feeling she didn’t mean it.

“So you’re… still mad, huh?” he could’ve made the van hug a tree after the nervous words came out, closing his eyes in annoyance at himself right after.

“Yes.” she said with a heavy sarcastic lilt and exaggerated head movements. “You apologized. I accept it. But that doesn’t mean I’m not still upset.”

“Okay. Yeah.” Eddie nodded and sighed.

"You know, I couldn't go to my senior prom because I was in the hospital." she let the information out too casually, Eddie feeling like the brick that put her there was just thrown at his gut. His mouth opened and stuttered, brow creased, and face pale from shame and guilt. As usual, he hadn't thought it through. She'd been recovering from surgeries and injury and couldn't go even though she'd wanted. “I’m going to go without you.” she said to break the silence again.

“You’re going to prom alone?” his voice told her how upset he was, whether in general or at the news but she wasn't in the mood to feel sorry for him.

“Yes. I want to. My friends will be there and I already have a dress.” her arms were crossed on her chest and she sat too straight up in the worn chair.

“I didn’t know you had a dress, babe. I’m so sorry.” he let his hand leave the wheel to comfort her but her response made him retract it immediately.

“You can stop saying it.” she cut him off and his face and chest bloomed hot from guilt. “We won’t talk about it anymore. I don’t want to. I’m tired. You aren’t changing your mind so I’m going to go on with what I wanted to do and try to enjoy myself the best I can without you. I don’t want you to stay tonight. I’m too mad and we’ll fight and there’s no point. I need to cool off and try to accept this and move forward. We may talk more about it later but for now, I’m done.” She was beyond mad. He knew that. But he’d fucked up. He deserved it. He had his peers telling him so, he knew once Harrington heard about it he might very literally kick his ass for it.

“Can I say something?”

“You just did.” her monotone voice was an invisible middle finger to his request.

“I feel like I’ll be a hypocrite if I went. I’ve built this reputation for what I’m about. And I’ve worked hard for it. And I know I come on strong, but it’s because I have a lot of feelings and a set of morals I feel like I have to stick to.”

“Your so-called "reputation" with these people you supposedly don't give a shit about is more important than me. Got it.” she nodded and looked out the window.

“Shit- no! You know that’s not what I mean.”

“I’ve heard that before.” her face was tight. “I’m trying to be understanding here. I really am. But I’m really fucking upset about this, okay?” she said with her voice wavering, trying to wipe away a falling tear without being obvious.

“I swear I had no idea it meant so much to you.” he pleaded.

“Really?” She turned to him, her cherub face red and angry. “Getting dressed up? Dancing? Hanging out with friends? Hanging out with YOU? Getting to slow dance in front of everyone with the man I love?" Her hands were fast and furious in the small space. "Getting shown off because you’re proud of me? Having a professional photo of me in a beautiful dress, of us together as we’re supposed to be starting on this huge new chapter of our lives together? A token to keep and look back on someday?" he heard a catch in her throat, a sniffle as she caught her breath. "To show our kids? This was the first year mommy and daddy were together! Look how young we were!” she broke and her lip trembled, losing her momentum from anger turning to sadness. ”Getting to have one last night with the high school experience that wouldn’t be miserable? Sneaking drinks in and slipping bribes to the DJ to play good music? If you had stopped to think you’d have realized that it is EVERYTHING that means something to me!” she raised her voice, she couldn’t help it. She saw Eddie shrink down to nothing under her cracking voice.

“I… I didn’t….” he stuttered, his eyes now hot and watery, growing with sadness.

“You didn’t think,” she stated for him. “I know.” she turned back around with her arms crossed, face out the window.

Star cried a lot that night. She looked at the yellow gunny sack dress as she’d brought it out and hung it up to admire. It was linen and velvet, with beautiful embroidery with its empire waist and bell sleeves. She’d thought she might even get married in it. She thought it’d have been darling to have worn it to prom and her wedding. But somehow this soured it all. She didn’t have the money to buy a new dress, and she really didn’t want to. She sighed, upset the memory of a prom alone might come to mind on the day of her wedding. She knew relationships had moments like this. That people have opinions and you had to learn to live with your partner's decisions. It didn’t make it hurt any less.

But she was hospitable. She pretended like prom wasn’t happening. That was her means of dealing. She didn’t talk about it or engage in conversation about it. She was ignoring it until the night of. Eddie thought things were getting better, and they were in a way. Time was making her less angry, but the closer it got to the night the more upset she got by him not changing his mind. The night would pass and she’d have a good time and then she could move on she told herself. She didn’t need him to be a part of every single experience she had. But she wanted him to be. Telling him that she didn’t want him around the night of prom as she got ready hurt both of them to hear said aloud. But it had to be done.

As Eddie did, he sulked. He’d not gotten his way and now he was making it everyone else's problem. He was being the exact fun suck that they’d told him not to be. It was all his fault in everyone’s eyes and no one gave him the sympathy or attention he wanted. That was until Steve Harrington showed up at his door on the day of prom.

“You fucking idiot!” Steve shoved Eddie’s shoulder as soon as there was enough space to get it through Eddie’s front door.

“What the fuck man?” Eddie whined and rubbed his arm.

“You’re REALLY not going?” Eddie had assumed from Steve’s unkempt hair and red face that he knew exactly what he was referring to.

“I’m not going.” he said with a stomp of his foot like a child.

“Let me in before your neighbors get to see me kick your ass.” he shouldered his way into Eddie’s trailer. “I thought telling you you were a stubborn jackass once would’ve been enough but you love to be consistent don’t you Munson?”

“It’s one of my best traits.” Eddie snarked back, crossing his arms in his sweats and old t-shirt.

“It’s one of your only traits at this point!” Steve rubbed his face in exaggeration. “Why do I have to be the one to have the balls to beat sense into you when you do dumb shit?” Steve’s arms were up in the air and clawed. “You’re worse than the kids!”

“You came to kick my ass because I won’t go to prom? I thought you didn’t do that anymore King Steve.”

“Listen here, bud.” Steve used his well-trained posture to intimidate Eddie, a finger to his chest as he pushed him against the wall. “First of all, don’t call me that. Second, sometimes people deserve to have their asses kicked.”

“And I do because I won’t go to a stupid dance?”

“It if means so little, then GO!” Steve clapped in his face. “I shouldn’t have to be asked by Dustin, to take Star to prom. He also offered to go with her by the way! Your friends are trying to pick up the slack your ass should be. Be a man, Munson! You take your woman out and you show her off! You let them get all dolled up and dance, you let them have a good time because you love them and want them to be happy! You’re supposed to BE there for her, man. You’ve left her in the damn dust tonight! You don’t deserve to have someone love you so much when you can’t even show up to a place 15 minutes from your house for her. It’s pathetic!” Steve shoved his shoulder again before retreating, breathing heavily and rubbing his hands through his hair as he paced.

“Christ.” Eddie muttered, rubbing his shoulder, surprised at the passion coming off Steve.

“Do you know what I would give to have something like you and Star have?” Steve’s hands were on his hips, his eyes far sadder than Eddie was comfortable with. “Someone who loves you so much they’re willing to stay with you and try to forgive you when you do dumb shit like this? All I’ve done is go above and beyond for girls. And they still leave! And you… and your holier than thou horse SHIT won’t even put on a shirt with buttons and stand for a few hours to make her happy. You’re a selfish asshole!” Steve had never looked bigger, with a furious finger pointed in Eddie's face.

Eddie was shocked. He had never thought of it that way. He knew he was lucky, sure. But his own belief’s meant so much to him he never even considered bending them for someone else. He thought that made him a liar. Apparently not, he was learning.

“I thought I might beat some sense into you. But it won’t work, probably couldn’t hurt your thick skull anyway!” his arms flew up again and he groaned. “I just wish people would think about other's feelings for a fucking SECOND sometimes!” he put his hands on his face, he was projecting, and Eddie could tell that, but he also knew he made a lot of good points. Steve Harrington who he had always thought had more hair than brains, was the one coming in to shake some sense into him like the noisy baby he was. “It’s not fair.” Steve sighed, rubbing his face.

Eddie swallowed audibly. His instincts to care for someone that was hurting kicked in. Seeing someone who HE thought had it all almost crumbling and telling him HE was lucky? It was a side of Steve he’d never seen before.

“Lots of people love you, Steve.” Eddie said with a calm voice. It snapped Steve out of his self-pity.

“What?”

“Lots of people love you. A lot. I know I was jealous of you. All the kids adore you, man. Hell, even my own girlfriend probably likes you better than me right now.”

“I wouldn’t like you right now if I was her.” he plainly stated, his anger not so sharp and pointy.

“Me either.” Eddie shrugged. “There’s a lot of importance put on relationships. Romantic, I mean. And I never thought I’d have it. I had my friends and that was enough. I had more people I liked and trusted than most did. That made me lucky enough. And you have that too, you know. People love you, Steve.”

“Easy to say romance isn’t important when you have it.”

“Might not for long.” Eddie pooched his lips and looked around the room, sitting in his self-realization. “My point is. I’m one lucky sonofabitch. You’re right. But so are you. Romance isn’t everything. But love is. And lots of people love you.” Steve blinked, unsure of how the conversation got to this point, but feeling it in his gut that he needed to hear it.

“Thanks. I guess?” Steve shrunk back down to his normal human size.

“I mean. I do. I respect the shit out of you, for sure.”

“Stop being sarcastic, it’s not the time.”

“I’m not. Swear!” he crossed his heart. “You’re a good guy. And the only person man enough to come here and give a shit about me and try to stop me from making a huge, irreversible mistake.”

“It is. She might not leave you but she’ll never forget it. She’ll never forgive you even if she says she does.”

“You’re right.” Eddie nodded. “You’re… the only guy I know that’s smart in the way you are. Well, Dustin comes close.”

“I’m… smart?”

“As shit, dude!” Eddie said with disbelief.

“Like… smart like Dustin?” Steve’s voice sounded small.

“You’ve got a big brain and even bigger balls, Steve,” Eddie said with a grin, Steve’s face followed suit. “The other guys talked to me, but none knocked sense into me. Literally.” he offered with shrugging hands. “You’re fearless dude. I’m jealous. You care. A lot. And that’s not easy to do. Or show. And you just…” Eddie laughed. “Keep showing up for my dumb ass. And everyone else’s.” he rubbed his face now, groaning and feeling the oil on his face from not washing it yet. “You can be jealous of what Star and I have but I’m jealous of what you guys have too.”

“What we have?”

“You get to hear what she really thinks. You’re one of her closest friends. I don’t get to hear what she really thinks of me. The things she says when she’s mad that she’d never say to my face. You get those secrets, not me. That’s a piece of her you have that I never will.”

“I never thought of that.”

“She’s lucky to have you. Right now, luckier to have you than me. Her shitty boyfriend who can’t travel 15 miles in a button-up shirt for her.” he sighed and looked down, defeated.

“Why do you care so much about not going? You act like you don’t care what anyone thinks? I was always jealous of that.”

“It’s a lie.” Edie laughed. “I care so much about everything all the time. I’m big and loud out there but in here, I’m nothing, man. I got so comfortable with those people hating me that I started to care what they thought in some twisted way. Like they’d be disappointed if I went to prom. Like I’d not be the freak anymore if I did. Then who the fuck am I? Just some guy?”

“I’ve been the king before, Eddie. I’ll take being just some guy over the bullshit that comes with caring what people think any day. Trust me.”

“How’d you deal with it? Losing the title? It’s like I don’t know who I am if I’m not the hated freak of Hawkins.”

“I still don’t know. I’m still figuring out who Steve is. I’m not the King that’s for damn sure. Never was. Just like you’ve never really been the freak. It’s just what people think. It’s not what’s real. Figuring out what’s real is hard.”

“You’re telling me.” Eddie rubbed his neck and let out a sigh. “I guess… I don’t have to be the freak. If it means I get to be the boyfriend. The good boyfriend.”

“There’s that big brain Star insists that you have under that mop.” Steve smirked.

“I don’t know what she see’s in me.” Eddie laughed and let out a whine.

“Me either.” Steve grinned and walked to put his hands on the other guy’s shoulders. “But she’ll see that you’re a good guy. A good boyfriend still if you want to try to fix this mess.”

“I do. She’s worth it. I can be the boyfriend and not the freak for her.”

“Let’s turn you from freak to chic then!” Steve said perkily, happy with the rhyme he’d made.

“Steve?” Eddie said with a smirk. “You’re such a freak.” he laughed warmly.

Star held that happy face on as long as she could. She’d done everything right. She looked beautiful and she knew it. She laughed, she drank she danced, and best of all fucked around with her friends. It was warm, full, and happy. Until it wasn’t. That first slow song. Damn the slow songs. She slipped back and away, her stomach suddenly empty and cold. She went to the bathroom, her hideaway, and saw other girls with the same sad look on their faces. They doctored their makeup, standing and looking in the mirror without saying a word. They waited the song out and walked out one by one. Leaving the dance crossed her mind. She’d gotten what she came for. She saw the group sitting around a table laughing, new girls' faces bright and welcoming with their nerdy little dates that Star considered her friends. They touched shoulders and held hands. There were cheek kisses and closer whispers, proud arms thrown over shoulders and compliments said so low and sweetly that no one but the giver and receiver could hear. It was everything Star imagined for herself that night. The burn of tears grew again and she didn’t know if she was strong enough. The crowd on the floor moved almost in sync, a fast dance fading and Star holding her breath before the other started, not knowing if she could hold out through another love song.

A familiar and loved guitar riff began. It caught her attention and held it, looking at the DJ with a tilted head as if he might give her the answer. The song wasn’t popular, it wasn’t recent. It was a classic and a must-have on any love mix tape in Star’s opinion as it’d been the mix tape she’d made Eddie. She felt the lyrics into her bones. Just as she had the night she’d cried and added it without question to the apology mix tape. The Hollies. The Air That I Breathe. To her, the most simple quintessential love song. The beat picked up with the swell of passion in the singer's voice, matching the beat of her heart. She didn’t know if she could do this. She looked down, taking her out-of-fashion dress into her hands, and lifting the hem before deciding to walk away.

“I can’t believe I almost missed this.” a voice she’d know anywhere floated to her ears like a prayer. Her head snapped, neck even popping as she turned toward it. There he was. The joy and bane of her existence. Her hair bounced around her face like an old Rita Hayworth movie. She was a starlet in the pale yellow dress, a vision Eddie knew his eyes were not worthy of laying witness to.

“Ed-?” Her voice rasped, the burn of tears already growing.

“C’mon baby. It’s our song.” he said with a confident nod, taking her by the hand, rings cold from the night air he’d just come in from. Without a fight, only a silent tear falling he lead her to the middle of the dance floor and wrapped her in his arms.

“Eddie-” she began again, quiet and almost scared, unsure of what words would follow.

“Did you think I’d really miss this? You?” her lashes batted with no shame for it. His thumb wiped away the stray tear. “You’re even more beautiful than I imagined.” he whispered his nose to hers. Her lip trembled and he kissed her cheek and shushed her, pulling her to his chest.

“I didn’t think-” she whimpered and closed her eyes, the warmth of his body filling every lonely coldness that had grown there over the night.

“That’s my job.” He chuckled and it broke her, making her sniffle and laugh.

“You came.” she lifted her head and laughed through her tears.

“I was wrong. I’m sorry I made you doubt how much I care about you,” he said with a solemn nod. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” she beamed like an angel under the lights, the disco ball dancing across her features as they showed him just how much she loved him. Despite his shortcomings. There was so much forgiveness there, so much love he didn’t know if he could handle it. Seeing it validated his decision to make himself uncomfortable for her. He looked over her impossibly loving face, relaying it to memory so if he ever had the stupid notion to ever upset her again, he’d think about this moment and be reminded that he didn’t deserve her and he’d spend his whole life trying to earn the love in her eyes.

"I thought that if I changed my mind about something that'd make me a liar. A hypocrite. Then I'd be no better than them. But...turns out I was wrong." he began, his face as apologetic as hers was forgiving. "I'm not used to bending my opinions for someone else. But I want to learn how to. For you. I want you to be happy. I thought I knew how to be a good boyfriend but there's a whole hell of a lot more to it than I thought." she laughed at his epiphany, but it was soft and full of appreciation, not mocking. "I'm gonna fuck up." he gave a crooked smile, looking away for a moment to blush. "But I'll always try to fix it. That I can promise."

"All we can do is try." she shrugged and gave him a sweet smile. "But I would prefer if you had your epiphanies a little faster next time." her cheeks rose to squint her eyes as they shared a laugh.

"I'm a little slow on the uptake, yeah." his shoulders shook as he held her face to kiss her for a moment. "I'm sorry I made you doubt me. I'm gonna spend the night giving you what you wanted. Anything you want, it's yours." he swore, still swaying to the beat, chest to chest.

“With this song?” she asked, a smirk failing and a heavy sigh escaping, seeing his eyes reflect the bright lights like a crystal ball.

“I might’ve slipped a few bribes to the DJ for some songs.” he shrugged and smirked as she let out a delightful sound of thanks and amusement.

“I love this song.” she said with a pout.

“I know you do, baby.” he smiled and held her cheek, they floated together, front to front, no one else in the world existing to them. He sang softly, the words to her, his declarations of love. All I need is the air that I breathe, and to love you.

“Oh, Eddie.” She swooned like a damsel, letting him put his lips to hers in the crescendo of an orchestral instrumental, making a soundtrack to their swell of emotion. All was forgiven and forgotten. She was too full of love for anything else. They caught the photographer before they left, getting that photo that she wanted. He sat back with her on his lap, hands warm and protective over her all night, and holding her close through every slow song that played. She got everything she ever wanted for the first time.

Eddie was on the phone, talking fast and moving around quickly. Star was sitting on his bed, watching and piecing together the conversation. It was clear it was good news, something about the band. So when he hung up the phone, he stood and looked at her, bouncing on his feet before he let out a scream and she jumped and shuffled back in surprise.

“We got a show! A real show! A metal show!” he hopped and played air guitar with his tongue out and had a bit of a fit.

“Elaborate please?” Star chuckled, scooting to the edge of the bed, fully amused by his energy.

“The guy at the bar wasn’t full of shit apparently, and there’s a metal night at a bar near Indianapolis and he wants us to play it!”

“Holy shit!” Star jumped up, her smile now nearly matching his. “You got booked babe!” she shouted and clapped, he wrapped his arms around her and they both jumped and screamed until they couldn’t anymore.

Which led them to pile into the van that weekend, all the members of Corroded Coffin and Star, the honorary member she liked to think of herself as. They took the long drive, excitement thick in the air and a sigh of relief upon arrival that they indeed weren’t lied to. The venue had a lit-up sign advertising metal night. It was all a blur, Star being able to help with sound check now from Dustin and the VA club. Bodies bumping into one another around the stage and green room, new and old friends meeting, chatter about the show, and others past. The boys were fitting right in. They were all changed into their stage clothes. Not much different than their normal garb but Star insisted they change for one, her sense of smell not being assaulted being stuck in the van with a bunch of sweaty boys. And two, because if they wanted to be a real band, they needed an image. They agreed, and now she slunk away to change into her outfit. Upon arrival back in the green room all the heads turned to her for various reasons. It was finally warming up, and a show was as good of a place to wear something fun as any. She wore the jeans she’d had on the night she and Eddie met. He groaned at their reappearance. They nipped in at her waist, the giant star was sewn onto the ass of them, a perfect target for his eyes. He could look all he wanted now. He could even touch. Her top was something out of Easy Rider, a soft velvet orangey brown halter top, the front laced up but still open to show her chest off, the sides with the side laces, hitting right at her waist, just above her jeans showing off the tattoo that held Eddie’s initials. As she walked toward him she was met with some general interest, some looks of disgust, and others of anger. She didn’t look like she belonged there. It was heavy metal and goth, and she was a little daisy in a field of black dahlia’s.

“Look at you baby, christ.” Eddie whistled and took her hand, forcing a twirl from her. “God damn you look good.” he pulled her to his chest and gave her a kiss that was chaste for how he felt.

“Thanks, babe.” she smiled and squeezed his bicep. “I’m gonna go sit at the bar. I’ll be there all night if you need me, kay? Just look and I’ll be there.” she nodded.

“You’re not gonna hang?” he sounded let down.

“This night is about you, Eddie.” she said with conviction. “I want you focused, don’t worry about me. Stay here and talk to the other bands, and make some friends. Get amped up before your set. Whatever you need to do to kill ‘em out there.”

“You sure? I wouldn’t mind having you around.” he admitted quietly.

“This is about you. You’re the frontman. Singer. Lead guitar. You’ve got the skills babe. Get confidence on and off stage. If you’re gonna be a big rockstar you’re gonna have to do some of this without me, right?” He gave her a soft, sentimental smile that made her not want to leave.

“I love you.” he said quietly, leaning in to kiss her, catching her off guard as she stuttered out a happy giggle. “You’re the best. You know that?”

“I do.” she nodded and mushes his cheeks. “If you need me, you know where to find me. But I want you to focus on you, alright?”

“I got it, babe. But one last thing,” he said with his hands moving to grab her ass pulling a laugh from her. “You wore these the night we met.” he whispered into her ear.

“I did?”

“Mmm Hmm.” he nodded, his face pulling away from her hair. “You look even better in them now somehow. I just had to…” he sighed and grunted, squeezing her. “I didn’t get to touch you in them before. I had to.” he whined as if he might fall ill if he hadn’t followed through.

“Of course.” she grinned and kissed him softly. “I’ll wear them again when you can… touch me more than you can here.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.” she kissed his dopey smile and pulled back, hand in hers still hesitant. “You got this Eddie. Knock ‘em dead.” she gave him a wink and blew him a kiss before she turned to leave. She didn’t want to but knew it was important. She wanted to be supportive, not smother him or crowd him. She was aware that she wasn’t exactly blending in, which didn’t bother her on a personal level so much, but she didn’t want to it affect Eddie’s chances of success.

She had done something right because the band fucking killed it. The crowd was in full support, as they were for most of the other bands that night. They were among their people, their audience. They got to get live feedback and the smiles on the boy's faces almost brought tears to hers. Eddie didn’t just kill it on stage he raised it from the dead and killed it again. She was so proud she was beaming with it. She was also so fucking hot for him she was aching from it. Him in his element was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen. But of course, as she had tried to prepare herself for it, she knew she wasn’t the only one that would think that.

Star knew she was going to have to go get used to this if she was going to have a rockstar boyfriend. Sure that was a bit ambitious to say, jumping the gun a tad but if that’s what happened, she’d have to see women, and men all over him all the time. Not only that but throwing themselves at him. Luckily they weren’t fandemonium level just yet, but Star knew Eddie was hot, and even hotter when he played on stage. She couldn’t blame the girls, but it didn’t mean she had to like it.

Unlike Star who was used to male attention, Eddie wasn’t comfortable with girls touching him and flirting so blatantly. He kept his composure, pretending to be some other version of himself to seem cool and aloof, like a rockstar that didn’t need their validation and was used to women begging to let them suck his cock. Again, he was getting ahead of himself, but the small taste of being liked by an audience tonight had made his dreams feel a little less far away than they were before. He knew Star had to be watching him, and he had no intentions of misbehaving. But taking girls by the hand and politely removing them from his body as they flirted was starting to become something he wish she’d swoop in and save him from. He found her where she’d been the whole night, but now a guy had sidled up next to her, and she didn’t look annoyed like she had previously. He could tell the metal guys that approached her were confused about how to handle a woman who looked so opposite of everyone there, especially one with as much blatant sex appeal as Star in her tight little outfit. He knew they’d drill her on metal questions, or tell her she shouldn’t be there, that old song and dance. He knew she’d school their ass on anything they threw at her, and look good as hell while doing it. She looked stunning, laughing and talking, simply existing really. The guy wasn’t being forward, not like the girls that were around the band right now. But somehow that made Eddie more annoyed by it. He knew Star was being nice, and she wasn't nice to many guys. Eddie, selfishly, immaturely would like it if she was only nice to him. He realized if they were going to be together, this would be the norm. Men would talk her up, not knowing she was spoken for. Eddie licked his lips, watching, biting his lower lip with a lower brow in consideration as to how to make it obvious she was taken. And by him. A territorial prickle rose Eddie’s neck, seeing the tattoo of his initials on her side through the lace-up leather strings of her top. The girls around him didn’t exist anymore, their hands roamed and he let them, numb from the brain stem down as his mind focused on his girlfriend across the bar.

Star had a sneaking suspicion that the guy she was talking to wasn’t interested in her. He looked as out of place as she did in his nice jacket and shoes. Perhaps he too was letting his partner have some fun off the leash and thought she looked like she could use some nonjudgemental company. When he seemed excited at the mention of her being there with her boyfriend, who was fronting one of the bands, she let her guard down. They talked about the bands, the city, nothing consequential and it took her mind off of the pretty dark-haired and dark-clothed girls that were chatting up her boyfriend with less than pure intentions.

She felt Eddie watching her, taking her attention from the guy next to her. She looked with wide, innocent eyes to prepare herself to be met with something that she didn’t want to see more of. And there it was. The girls, one with their hand on his chest, tits pressed against Edie’s arm as he stood eerily still and stared into Star. He didn’t stare at her, he was daggering right into her with steady, dark eyes. He held a beer in one hand, the other lost to the darkness of the corner he stood in. Star tilted her head, narrowing her eyes in question. She wasn’t doing anything wrong to earn the glare. But she had a feeling he had been just as jealous as she had.

It didn’t take someone touching or even flirting with Star to make Eddie jealous. All it took was for another guy to give her attention at all. Star was more reserved, practiced, and practical about it. She waited until there was a reason to act. But Eddie’s insecurity ran far too deep and unaddressed to be so cavalier with the one thing he coveted most in the world. He finally blinked, a nice reassurance he was indeed still alive. His head lowered, bangs brushing his lashes as he told her to come to him with his eyes. When a more mischievous smile spread across her face he gave a single nod to be clear of his command.

“Looks like I’m getting the signal to intervene,” Star said politely, leaning in so the friendly stranger could hear her.

“Oh, go ahead. Go save him from a case of crabs if these girls get too close.” the guy chuckled.

“It was nice to talk to you. Have a good night.”

“You too.” he said with a nod of his drink in his hand.

Eddie didn’t like that she said goodbye. Why was she so invested? Did she know him? Chances were slim. She shouldered her way through the edge of the crowd around to his side of the venue.

“She’s with me,” he said to the guy who’d been in charge of keeping the bands away from the crowds in the safety of the back hallways and green rooms. A nod and then total avoidance from the tall bouncer was her single interaction with him. Star saw the girl closest to Eddie, hand on his chest and her tits pressed against his bare bicep looking in the direction of Eddie’s nod. “Took you long enough,” he said with a darkness to his voice she didn’t know if she liked or not. It wasn’t hard to sway her opinion on it when he pushed past the girl and reached out with a targeted grip on the back of her neck to pull her into a deep kiss. Star’s hands were now the ones laying claim to his chest, her hand over the tattoo of hers over his heart. His fingers dug into the tightly corded leather strings that held her top together, slipping between them into soft flesh to touch the tattoo that she had for him. He felt better with her against him, he wanted to claim her in front of everyone, some voyeuristic animalistic lizard-brain urge to plant his flag, so to speak, among the other viable males looking for a mate. This one was his.

“Oh course the slut with barely any clothes on gets the attention.” the girl was heard saying rolling her eyes. She was pretty, decked in a more goth style with heavy makeup, black hair, and black clothes. Star with her earth tones, fun patches, and wavy blonde hair stood out like a sore thumb.

Eddie pulled away, forehead to forehead, his hand possessively on Star’s neck.

“You miss me or somethin’?” she smirked.

“From now on, after I’m off stage, you’re right by my side. Got it?” He whispered, a sensual brush of his fingertips to her pulse in her throat.

“I thought watching girls hit on you was getting to me. Seems I wasn’t the only one.” He kissed her harder than she expected, there was anger in it as he bit her bottom lip and tugged.

“As soon as I’m off stage. You’re with me. Right under my arm. Do you understand?”

“Eddie,” she whispered a mixture of fluster and concern. “You’re being a little… intense.”

“I know,” he said kissing the corner of her mouth. “I can’t stand seeing another guy touch you baby.” he pulled back to look over her face seeing a slight tinge of fear. He lowered his shoulders to be less intimidating. “I love you,” he said softly, seeing the tension in her traps relax. “You’re mine.” he pecked her lips. “I want everyone to know who we belong to.” a smile appeared then, a soft one for him as she cupped his cheek.

“And you’re mine,” she answered, a quick bite to his lower lip then sucking away the hurt. He closed his eyes and groaned. “I love you too baby. I’m yours, you don’t have to worry about it, pretty boy. They can look all they want, I’m only looking at you.” she comforted him with a soft kiss.

“So the girl that looks like she listens to Joni Mitchell is who's with the metalhead?” The girl that’d been forcing herself on Eddie’s arm finally speaks.

“I do listen to Joni Mitchell.” Star smirked, peeking from behind Eddie. “What’s wrong with Joni Mitchell?” Eddie kept his hands to her, his face lowering to her neck.

“My mom listens to Joni Mitchell.” a deadpan response.

“Is she a bitch too?” Star asked so sincerely with a tilt of her head. The other members of Corroded Coffin laughed and the girl quickly saw she was outnumbered. Eddie grinned into her neck and began kissing it.

“Get her, baby.” He whispered in her ear.

“I think it’s weird that someone like you is with a guy that's so talented and loves thrash.”

“I love thrash too. You just didn’t ask.” Star has her hand on the back of Eddie’s head, stroking back his hair as he kissed her throat. She knew how girls minds worked and she knew the girl would be dying to run her hands through his hair. “The thing about this hot, talented, thrash-loving boyfriend of mine is that he didn’t judge me without knowing me first. Right baby?” Eddie nodded into her hair. “I was wearing these jeans the night we met. No black or band shirt. Just me and my hippy-dippy shit.”

“Yes, you were.” Eddie groaned and let his hands roam down her hips and back to her ass to grab handfuls. “Looked so good in them. Still do.” He smiled into her cheek. “She told me she liked my Dio shirt. And I was hers.”

“A lot of metal is about being judged by other people incorrectly. Maybe you should listen to it. Then you could find someone instead of rubbing your tits all over mine.” Eddie chuckled and bit her cheek.

“I didn’t know he had a girlfriend.” She said in her defense.

“And now you do.” Star said cradling Eddie’s larger frame against hers. “So what are you gonna do now?”

The girl looked to the band, seeing Edie doting on the blonde with a nauseating amount of love in his eyes.

“Go rub my tits on someone else.” The girl muttered and shrugged and it made Star laugh. In another life, she thinks they could’ve been friends.

“You’re so hot when you’re mean.” Eddie with his deep dimples and closed eyes, kissing on Star’s temple.

“If I’m gonna have a big rockstar for a boyfriend I’m gonna have to learn how to deal with these little girls aren’t I?”

“They don’t stand a chance, baby.” he held her face in both of his now, grinning down at her from the praise.

“Of course, they don’t.” she cooed back, shaking her head in his hands, pushing their bodies flush together. “This is my dick isn’t it baby?” she slid her hand between them to rub over the arch in his jeans. Eddie’s lashes fluttered, covering the almost black rolling to white. He took a moment, swallowing hard after he held back a throaty groan.

“As long as this ass is all mine.” he challenged back, strong fingers sinking into the meat of her near her pussy, spreading her apart through her jeans.

“I wanna show you how this ass is all yours, Eddie.” she caught him in an easy kiss as he had to lean down to grab her shorter frame's cheeks.

“You wanna find somewhere for us to have show and tell?” he smirked, kisses traveling from her ear where he’d whispered to her neck.

“Already on it.” she grinned, pulling away and taking him by his wallet chain through the crowd and into the swinging kitchen doors. She walked with confidence, ringed fingers pulling her puppy behind her on his leash. No one gave you much grief about what you were doing as long as you looked confident doing it. She started looking through doors, into a manager's office, weighing their options. The public bathroom was far too crowded and busy, but she found a very small one, practically a coat closet with a sink counter and a toilet in it down the back hallway near the exit.

“I was thinking the van but alright.” Eddie chuckled with deep gravel to it from his testosterone surging.

“No I want this quick, nasty and dirty, pretty boy.” she practically growled, locking the door behind her and shoving him against the wall. He took her directions to heart and yanked the laces on her top open to free her chest first while a noisy, tongue-filled kiss played out above.

“You look so fuckin’ hot tonight.” he panted into her mouth, her already with her hand around his cock.

“Watching you on stage playing like a god got me so wet.” she confessed in a feminine, higher pitch as he yanked down her jeans past her hips.

“Prove it.” he grinned, loving the tension and rush of being confined in a small space.

Star pulled her jeans to her ankles, not bothering to take them off and turned to bend over the countertop with the built-in sink. Her boots knocked against the worn and wonky wooden cabinet door on the bottom, her hands splayed on a stained stone top to push herself against him. He followed with a yank of his jeans and boxers, hand going instinctually to his cock to stroke it as she reached her hands back, cheek pressed to the mirror to hold herself up and spread herself apart for him.

“Shit.” he whimpered, high-pitched and unintentional.

“Look at your pussy, pretty boy. Watching you does this to me. Makes this poor pussy ache to see you look so god damn good, your fingers fucking that guitar, hips grinding against the back of her. I get jealous.” she pouted, wiggling the meat of her ass at him.

“This-this-shit.” he stuttered, caught off guard by her filthy words and aggressive body. He cleared his throat and took a deep breath. Remembering how he felt watching her, it lit another fire in his belly to get his head right. “This is my pussy baby.” he replaced her hands with his, letting her hold herself up again. “Perfect pussy on my perfect girl.” his tongue hung out, lowering himself to lap between her plush lips and taste her. It was quick and indulgent of him, he had proof enough she was ready for him, he had just needed to bury his face in it for a moment. A long lick, a quick suckle at her clit for her back to arch deeper, running a wide flat tongue up her center and circling her asshole before moving up to her back, kissing it, and landing a hand slap to her cheek.

“MMmm.” She hummed with a bottom bitten lip, face full of delight. “That’s my boy, you know I like it dirty.” she giggled out, body turned back to put her hand to her hip and watch him the best she could. She jiggled her fleshy curves and slapped herself. “Give me that big dick, Eddie. Give me what’s mine. Take what’s yours.” It took the incredibly horny man all of 2 seconds to be buried in the scalding hot center of her. She let out a loud moan, not holding back, mouth agape and eyes shut under high brows at the suddenness of it.

“You want it? Fucking take it baby.” he leaned in and growled, hands on her hips and pounding at her. “Made for this big dick aren’t you?” he looked up, finding her eyes on his in the reflection of the mirror. Her hair swung around her face in bouncy waves, a wicked smile around a tongue that just couldn’t seem to stay in her mouth very long.

“Fuck I love it when you talk about your cock like that.” she bellowed and bucked back on him, making the hit of their hips together fill the tiled room.

“Ive wanted to ram this fat cock into my tight pink pussy all night.”

“Yes. Yours.” she moaned, letting her eyes roll back. “Your fucking pussy.” Another hard slap and he felt her gush around him.

“So wet for me. Always. Already ready to take your big dick aren’t you baby?”

“Always, Eddie, always. Want it so bad.” she was almost concerned for her head, her neck almost whiplashed as it bobbed from the force of him against her. “Had to take it. Had to remind you who owns that thick cock.”

“All yours, baby.” he moaned and lost composure for a moment, looking down at her body taking him in. “Greedy fucking pussy.” another sharp slap.

“Yes. More. Harder.” she begged, reaching up to twist one of her nipples between her pained fingers. “Fuck me so hard it hurts, baby. I wanna feel that big cock in my throat, make me fucking choke on it, Eddie.” she moaned.

“Fuckin Christ.” he shuddered, throwing her leg up on the counter to grab her at a better angle. He wiped the sweat off his already glistening forehead and went back to his duty.

“It’s your pussy, Eddie take it.” she mindlessly babbled, hands trembling on the countertop. He pulled back, shorter strokes to buy him some time, watching her suck him back in, the shine from her wetness covering him to his taint and her up to the peak of her perfectly peachy crack. He spread her apart, moaning and admiring. His thumbs massaged her strong muscles, moving closer and closer to her center. A deep moan, watching both holes tighten and squeeze the closer he got. “Eddie.” she said with more clarity, reaching her hand back to rub her clit. “Use your thumb.” she said, eyes shut and cheek to the mirror again, her breath fogging the glass.

“I thought you loved this big cock splitting you in two? You want my thumb now?” She shocked her head. Before fluttering her long lashes open and meeting his gaze.

“In my ass, Eddie.” she said with half-lidded eyes and a smile that made him hunch and buck with a moan.

“Oh you…” he groaned, his chest heaving. “Perfect fuckin’ dirty girl.” he grinned with a grit of his teeth, nose scrunched with aggression and excitement. “Want me to fill up both holes?”

“I want you in all my holes. Fill me up and fuck me so good,” she whined, lip bit as he brought more of her slickness up to push and circle, dipping the tip in and finding her moaning louder than she ever had before. “Suck your thumb. Nice and wet for me baby. Lemme see.” she panted and turned to watch him. “Suck it like a dick baby boy, that’s it. Nice and messy how I like it.” her nose wrinkled with glee, mouth open and shaking her head at how good his lips looked wrapped around his thumb. "So fucking hot.” she gritted out as she shifted to spread her ass for him.

“Fucking perfect,” he growled back, biting his thumb before pressing in again. She squoze the life out of him from the inside. A hot tight squeeze then a gush of fresh arousal dripping from her clit and into the floor as he teased and prodded. “You really love this don’t you baby.”

“Mmm Hmm. Wanted you in my ass for so long.” she confessed without intention then giggling after the fact. “Eddie..” she cooed with swollen lips. “Use your cock.” she blurted out. “Put that big fat head on my tight little hole, baby. Get it nice and wet. Tease me.” she was making demands but it sounded a hell of a lot like begging. He pulled out, throbbing dick in hand, strings of her attached to him as he did so, rubbing, circling pressing, smearing the shine all over her.

“You’re wet enough for my thumb baby believe me.” She resituated her hands to spread herself apart wider.

“Spit on it.” she ordered. He met her eyes in the mirror, sucking in his cheeks, knowing what she liked to see. He let a blob of spit form between his full lips and drop and hang slowly before she felt the warmth slide down her ass. “Fuck you know what I want don’t you?” she hummed and giggled. “It’s your ass Eddie. I told you that didn’t I? Make it yours baby. Take it.” she bucked her hips back at him, tightening the needy ring of muscle.

“You want-oh fuck.” he shuddered, his hips and head nodding. “You sure baby? Here? Now?”

“Right here. Right now. This ass is yours everywhere, you own it. Take. It.” she bit out the last two words.

“Whatever my baby wants.” he said holding his dick with concentration, brows knitted together, circling and pressing. “My baby gets.” he hissed as the head of dick slipped inside her.

“OH FUCK.” Star let out from her gut, her shoulders losing any strength they had for a moment. “So big.” she whispered, trying to recover. “So fucking big.” she whined with an open panting mouth. “So fucking…. Good.” her voice swung into a lower register as she moaned. “Jesus Christ Eddie it’s so good. So big. Fuck.” she whimpered and whined in a way he’d never heard before. But her cries reassured her it was a good sign. “Take it baby. Fuck me.” she whined, pushing him deeper inside her as she pressed her hips back. “Holy shit.” she cried, hands shaking on her cheeks to keep them apart, taking him slowly to the hilt before letting out a giggle. “You’re so deep.” she braced her hands back to the counter, leveling herself out and returning a hand to her clit. “So good baby. You feel so good.”

“You’re so god damn tight Star I’m not gonna last.”

“Fuck me, pretty boy. C’mon. Fuck your tight little asshole with my big dick.” she giggled sinfully, her voice so girlish and speaking such filth. Her head knocked back as she laughed and sighed, deep guttural moans pushed out of her every time he buried himself in her again.

“Not gonna last with that mouth. Fuck. Fuck you’re so good baby. So hot. So tight. So… ugghnn.” he groaned at the new sensation, feeling like some inexperienced kid again for a moment. “Mine.” he growled, hands to her hips with fervor.

“Yours.” she trilled and hummed. “You can fuck me harder baby, I can take it. I looove your dick in my ass Eddie, fucking shit.” she babbled, eyes rolled to white and head bobbing with his thrusts as her finger furiously worked against her clit.

“Fuck say it again. Fuckin filthy baby I love it.”

“Stretch my little asshole Eddie. You own it. Make it yours. Make me cum with your dick in my ass. Fuck, make me Eddie, please. I want it so bad. Empty those big heavy balls inside me baby. Fill me with your cum. Make me yours.”

“Shit!” he squeaked. “Such a fucking slut when you’ve got me buried balls deep in your ass aren’t you baby? Shit. I own this ass now. You’re MINE. Understand? My perfect little slut aren’t you?”

“Such a slut for you Eddie. Only you. I’m a hole for you to use, Master. You know this ass is yours.”

“Fuck you.” he slapped her ass and she giggled again, knowing calling him master would send him off the charts. “Say it again.”

“You own my ass, Master.” she met his eyes, it took an effort to stop them from rolling about but she knew it would be worth it to see his face.

“Fuck keep talking baby, I’m gonna cum. Gonna full up this tight-fuckin perfect- little asshole-jesus christ.”

“I want you in every hole. Down my throat. In my pussy. Fucking my ass.” she babbled on, her jaw widening slowly, getting closer. “You’re so fucking sexy when you give me your cum, Master let me see it.” she stuck out her tongue and chirped happily, the naughtiest, cutest sight he’d ever laid eyes on. This was Star happy. This was Star safe and fulfilled and in love. Free to say whatever thought popped into her head, knowing Eddie would be there to satisfy whatever need she had with a smile on his stupidly handsome face.

“Fuck baby, here it is. Milk it out of my cock with your ass baby.” she bumped her hips back into his, letting him enjoy the surge and rush of his orgasm.

“Taking all your cum, master.” she said with that sickeningly sweet voice that was now his favorite sound in the world. “Give it all to me. Don’t take a single drop. I want it all.” he came so hard his face contorted, hands hurting her hip bones and balls jumping against her hand as she kept rubbing her clit, feeling him spurt and throb inside her.

“Shit.” he squeaked out. “Fucking...good. Fucking… perfect.” he moaned out mindlessly.

“I’m so close Eddie. Keep fucking me please.” she pushed against him, knowing he would get sensitive soon.

“Yes, baby, yes.” he nodded, gathering himself and assessing the situation before him with a clear mind.

“I’m almost there, give me what I need.” she begged with wide eyes. His eyes darted, considering his options, he was already in her ass, and soon he’d be in pain. So he sucked two of his fingers and lowered his shoulder to slide them into her dripping pussy. “Oh fuck yes Eddie that’s it.” she said with no naughtiness anymore, only a woman on the edge.

“That’s what my baby wants. Both holes filled like a slut. Fuck you’re sucking me right in both holes baby. Greedy baby.” he slapped her ass hard and she bucked her hips.

“Yes.” a tiny gasp left her mouth.

“Master’s gonna make you cum all over his cock isn’t he? I feel it. I know this pussy, Star. It’s mine. Tell me it’s mine.”

“Your pussy Eddie.” she whined, her eyes rolling back involuntarily again. She was ramping up for one of the ugly orgasms Eddie loved. He loved it when she grunted and her face twisted up and froze, her body unable to function for a moment because of how good he was making her feel. “It’s so good. I can’t even… it’s so good.” a tear slipped past her lashline as her lips quivered.

“I love it when you sound so desperate for me. So wet. Such a pretty baby, you know that? My pretty girl. My gorgeous little slut who takes my fat cock in her ass.” she shuddered and moaned helplessly.

“Yes. Fuck. Gonna cum.” she panted. “Fuck I’m gonna cum with your dick in my ass.” as if she’d just realized it was happening. He pounded her with his fingers, hooking in and not being gentle. It was the roughest he’d ever been with her. Her hips beat against the counter by his, his fingers knuckle deep and pounding away. “Oh Eddie.” she got louder, feeling her hips swivel, knowing she was about to cum. “Oh fuck baby I’m g-” she didn’t remember even trying to speak. Her body seized and Eddie cried out with her, feeling her wrench around him like a vice. A sudden burst of liquid escaped her as she shook and tried to form sounds. Her legs gave out and he held her up, his hand soaked in her cum. Her eyes shot open as if she’d blacked out, her orgasm so intense she felt like she stopped breathing for a moment. Her arms shook as they tried to hold her up on the counter, faltering and Eddie leaned in to sweep her up into his arms, holding her against his chest as she tremored and whimpered. He pushed her hair away from her face, his own pressed against hers, shushing and whispering as she came off her high.

“That’s it. That’s a good girl. Breathe. Your Eddie’s got you.” he said so sweetly it made her whine. She felt him slide out of her as he pulled her up as he grew soft.

“Ed-” she tried to speak and felt him chuckle.

“Shush sweetheart, your hearts racing, don’t talk yet you just came really fucking hard.”

“I did.” she nodded and whimpered, and he couldn’t help but kiss her face. “So good.” her voice was so high and squeaky that he laughed.

“You’re so fucking cute after you cum, I swear.” he kissed her neck and held her up, her hands reached out, shaking and uneasy trying to get purchase on the counter. “You good?” he asked, finally letting his hands come off her body as she had slowly come to and got her strength back.

“What the fuck. That was so… intense. I felt like I was gonna collapse in on myself and explode like some black hole.” she ran her hand through her hair and let out a heavy sigh.

“You kinda did.” he grinned and looked down. She turned, still letting her body rest against the counter as she saw the dark splotches on his jeans.

“I did that?” her head tilted, nose wrinkled in confusion. Her cheeks were pink and her lips more so, pouted out.

“You know how we tell each other when we feel things now?” he said with wide cow eyes. She looked up to find them so soft it made her shoulders slump.

“Yeah?”

“You’re so fucking cute right now I could eat you.” he smiled, something wholesome and warm as he tucked himself away into his jeans. He reached down to help her put hers back on.

“I am?”

“Usually are. To be fair but…you came so hard you almost blacked out.” he laughed, tucking her chest back into her top and fastening the strings as she was still far to shakey too. He lavished in the attention and affection. “And you came all over me.” he smirked as he finished, both his favorite girls back snug and close.

“I came all over-?” she tilted her head again and he took her cheeks to his palms to kiss her something sickeningly sweet. She moaned, her hands going to his waist.

“I’ve heard about it. It’s rare I think. But when a woman cums really hard, or gets fucked really hard, like she gets so turned on her body holds fluid or something, and when you cum stuff actually comes out of you.”

“I didn’t know I could do that.”

“If you didn’t I sure didn’t.” he grinned and kissed her cheek. “You seemed like you were into this more than…maybe anything we’ve done before, to be honest.”

“I think I was. I came so hard. It felt so good. Impossibly good.”

“Good.” he pecked her nose. “I have to say, the way you ran your mouth was… legendary.” he chuckled and it made her deep thought falter and she let out a soft laugh.

“That’s what happens when I’m having fun.” she shrugged. “I got all horned up watching you on stage then having to see those girls around you I just… needed you. Needing to remind you you were mine. And… to be perfectly honest remind me that I was yours.”

“My sweet girl,” he whispered and kissed her softly. “It’s always your dick and my pussy, baby don’t worry about it.” they broke into a laugh. “Love you.” he added, squeezing his arms around her.

“Love you too.” she grinned with high cheeks and a happy sigh. “I hope I can walk like I didn’t just get my ass rammed.” she chuckled and let her head fall into his chest.

“Well I hope it looks like I got came on and not like I pissed myself.” they both snorted.

“Maybe we should go hide in the van for a little bit.”

“I think you’re right.”

PART 26

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