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venus-haze · 2 years

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Fame (Yandere!Austin!Elvis x Reader)

Summary: Getting your start among the dozens of other fresh-faced teeny boppers in the 1950s, you expertly navigate your career through the decades, the only one remaining in public consciousness and on the charts–apart from Elvis. With yet another single at the top of global charts, you’re long past that part of your career, hardly thinking about the man who was long ago considered your biggest rival, until you run into him unexpectedly at a party, and he makes it his business to make sure he’s always on your mind.

Note: This is based on an anonymous request and also David Bowie’s song Fame. Reader is gender neutral and no specific descriptors are used. Paragraphs in italics indicate flashbacks. This is set in the 70s because that’s just the vibe I got from the song, and I wanted to write a reader who was more of the aloof and superficial type of celebrity who only tolerates the fanfare and is more interested in the money and lifestyle. Do not interact if you are under 18 or post ED/thinspo content.

Word count: 3.9k

Warnings: This is a yandere fic, so expect dark themes such as obsessive and manipulative behavior, stalking, abuse of power, and some elements of victim blaming, which some people may find disturbing or triggering. Do not interact if you are under 18.

Leaving clubs and parties was one of your least favorite things to do, not because the night was over, but because somehow word would inevitably get out that you were there, and weirdos would hangout at every exit just to catch a glimpse of you. Perhaps they wouldn’t care as much if you weren’t so private and aloof, mostly inaccessible to the masses, but you weren’t about to pretend you wanted to see any of them. Almost as soon as you opened the door to a service exit, hoping to leave undetected, you cringed at the sound of a girl practically screeching as soon as she saw you.

Putting on a forced smile, you hastily signed some of the things shoved your way with nothing more than your initials as you pushed through the small crowd to get to the limo that was waiting for you in the street. You were particularly horrified when a man collapsed at your feet, even more so when you realized he wasn’t moving. Of course, as soon as you flagged someone down to call an ambulance for help, the man stirred, throwing his arms around your legs to keep you in place. Enraged at his audacity, you barely managed to kick him off of you before your chauffeur came to your rescue, guiding you into the limo and locking the doors before anyone got the bright idea to try to join you.

Thankful the windows were tinted, you didn’t bother hiding your disgust as you sneered at the fans banging on the side of the car. You could never imagine debasing yourself like that, going so crazy over someone you didn’t even know. Hell, sometimes you hardly gave a damn about people you did know. From Hollywood to London, you’d earned your icy reputation over the years, and it served you well. People who you didn’t want bothering you left you alone, and those you wanted to talk to considered it an honor when you approached them.

The drive back to your hotel was uneventful, and as you dragged yourself into your room, you figured you probably shouldn’t have gone out that night since you’d be flying from Los Angeles to Las Vegas the following day for a party some friends were throwing. You planned to stay the weekend and then fly out to New York to record a promotional interview for a late night talk show.

You were at least able to sleep on the flight from LA to Vegas, and slept off the previous night’s party in your hotel room before having to prepare for the next party. There were times earlier in your career when you could party for days on end with limited sleep, but now you had to be choosier about when you partied and who you partied with. The friends who were throwing the party you were getting ready for never disappointed in the past, so you figured it’d be worth attending. In all honesty, you hadn’t bothered to ask who would be there, but you figured some worthwhile people would be available to chat over drinks or whatever else was being served.

The penthouse apartment wasn’t far from your hotel, but as much as you would have enjoyed walking up the street to the party, there’d be no way to do so without the ten minute stroll turning into an hour-long ordeal as you’d be inevitably mobbed the second someone noticed you. Sometimes you wondered if all of those people even cared about you or your career, that it was just the excitement of being around a celebrity that they were interested in–the photo, the autograph, the story, whatever commodity they could get from you. That’s all you were to most people who weren’t famous; it’s why celebrities tended to stick to their own. Everyday people didn’t really get it, and you got to the point where you felt the most normal around other people whose lives were also undoubtedly abnormal from their fame and fortune.

To your relief, you recognized just about everyone at the party, which was full of familiar faces as your friends excitedly paraded you around at your arrival. There was one person, however, whose face you and just about everyone else on the planet were extremely familiar with, but you hardly knew the man personally. Still, when Elvis saw you, he greeted you like you were an old friend, giving you a kiss on the cheek.

You hadn’t seen Elvis in person in at least a decade, the two of you briefly sharing RCA as a label for a few years in the ‘50s, but you were never that close to begin with. He was handsome as ever, though, as he’d undoubtedly matured over time. There was still a familiarity about him as he shared how much he enjoyed your latest single. You hadn’t kept up with his career, in all honesty, as being poised as rivals at the beginning of your respective careers left a sour taste in your mouth at the mere sound of his music for quite some time, but that was long behind both of you. He certainly didn’t seem to hold a grudge as he brought over drink after drink, sticking by your side for most of the night.

“It’s really nice to see ya again, Y/N,” he said when the party began to wind down. “Shouldn’t let it go so long without seein’ each other.”

You were taken aback, hardly considering Elvis a friend before, but the way he spoke, it was as if he’d known you far more intimately. “You know how busy schedules can be. Plus, I’m sure it’s hard for you to get away from Vegas.”

“You’re tellin’ me,” he muttered. “I got things worked out, though. I think we’ll be seein’ a lot more of each other.”

“Yeah, that sounds great,” you said, figuring the alcohol was to blame for his odd behavior.

“So, how much longer are you gonna be in Vegas for? Maybe you could come to my–”

“I’m flying back to New York tomorrow, or today, actually,” you said, rambling about the late night show interview and other promotional engagements that you’d be busy with for the rest of the week.

“Sounds great,” he said. “Never was much for New York, though. You still live there, don’t you? Near Central Park?”

“West 71st, yeah, I can’t believe you remember that,” you laughed. “Same apartment for all these years. Well, same building, bigger apartment.”

“Ever consider movin’?”

“Sometimes, maybe for privacy, but I love being close to everything. Nothing beats the nightlife there.”

When you bid him goodnight at four in the morning, you’d tripped over your own feet and into his arms, and you made a weak joke about definitely needing to head out. You thought it was kind of him to walk you to the car waiting for you outside, even going as far as distracting the fans who had congregated outside of the apartment building, talking with them and signing autographs as you were spirited back to your hotel.

Unbeknownst to you, Elvis had taken your answer of ‘sometimes’ and ran wild with the slight indication that you weren’t happy with where you lived. Privacy, as you’d emphasized, could certainly be afforded to you at Graceland, nightlife be damned. There was plenty of nightlife in Memphis. You’d get used to it in no time, he was sure of it.

Of course, you felt right at home when you returned to your apartment, never taking for granted how nice it was to sleep in your own bed and not have to travel far to record music or go on talk shows. Everything was so close, so convenient. You could hardly consider living anywhere else. You didn’t have much time to enjoy being at home before you had to leave for your talk show engagement.

The show in particular was one you’d been on at least half a dozen times before, the host usually asking you softball questions that gave you the perfect opportunity to charm audiences and sell them on your latest music. You looked over the list of questions presented to you while getting your makeup done before going on, gazing over them before approving with a quick nod.

You stood backstage, waiting for your cue to go on. As soon as you heard the host announce your name and the house band begin to play, you walked out, the friendly yet distant smile you’d perfected over the years painted on your face to the fanfare of the studio audience. The host greeted you with a handshake, and you sat down in the chair next to his desk.

“Y/N, every time you’re on here, ratings go through the roof,” he said. “You’ve been in the business for 15 years now, and people can’t get enough of you.”

You smiled, that much was true. By keeping your personal life as private as possible, the air of mystery surrounding you was magnetic. You were never a celebrity with a lot of drama attached to you, so whenever you did much of anything, people waited with bated breath to see what was going on.

The interview was going smoothly, until, oddly enough, the host brought up Elvis of all people. His comments and jokes confused you, though the audience seemed to be in on it.

“What are you getting at?” you asked.

“You can’t fool us now, Y/N. The people at home are dying to know the details, how long have you been dating Elvis Presley?”

Suddenly, you felt like you were fresh in your career again, when you could hardly get through an interview without someone mentioning Elvis. Your chest tightened upon being presented with the photos, which you had no doubt would be blown up for home audiences so that they too could see you chatting up Elvis, drinking with him, and finally cornering him for what looked like a passionate kiss.

You weren’t sure how to respond, not expecting the normally friendly host to divert from the pre-approved questions that he was supposed to be asking. A million thoughts ran through your mind, including how you didn’t notice any cameras around or how the hell you could convince people it wasn’t what it looked like. There was no point in trying to deny it, especially not on the spot like that.

“I don’t kiss and tell,” you answered coolly, hoping your bored expression would conceal your rage at being publicly humiliated.

You blazed through the rest of the interview before storming into the green room, demanding a direct line to the International Hotel. Sure, the poor sap who was on the receiving end of your ire probably didn’t deserve it, but you wanted to make it clear that you weren’t going along with whatever Elvis was trying to pull. You wanted to laugh at the fact that you had felt bad for disliking him for so long.

When you watched the interview later that night, you felt tears well up at how stupid you looked, from the photos to the host’s commentary after your interview. Who the fuck is he to do that to me? You made a mental note to never go on that talk show again, but most pressing was figuring out what was going on with Elvis. You had a busy schedule through the rest of the week, but you managed to move some things around so you could return to Vegas and confront him.

Even though you hadn’t publicized your intentions to go to the International Hotel that night, no one among Elvis’ entourage seemed particularly surprised to see you. In fact, it was almost like they were expecting you as you stormed past just about everybody to get to the man himself’s dressing room. Without so much as a knock, you barged in, all of the pent up anger and humiliation you’d felt the past few days coming to a boil upon seeing Elvis.

He was clearly unbothered as his face lit up upon seeing you enter. “Darlin’, what’d you think of the show?”

“Are you insane?” you raged, slamming your palm against the vanity. “I can deal with rumors, I’ve had plenty of rumors go around about me, but to stage photos that make me look like the instigator? I don’t know what your end game is, but I swear to god Presley–”

“C’mon, darlin’, after seein’ you the other night, I knew we should’ve been together from the start,” he said, too calm and collected for your taste considering how angry you were. “I’m just settin’ things right. I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you. Remember? At RCA’s New Year’s Eve party?” You didn’t show the recognition he’d hoped for, as he huffed when he had to elaborate. “1956 into 1957, you’d just released–”

“My debut album,” you whispered.

New York - December 31, 1956

There were definitely places you’d rather be spending New Year’s Eve than at RCA’s party, where even with the open bar you had to keep up appearances for the executives and their families in attendance. The party marked the end of a record-breaking year for the label as they brought on as many up-and-coming rock n’ roll musicians they could squeeze corny love songs and covers of covers out of. After a few weeks of well-charting singles, your debut album released to much fanfare and unprecedented sales–except for your label-mate, Elvis Presley. Even during interviews for your own damn album he somehow came up, and you had to do your best to politely steer the conversations back to your music.

Rumor had it he would be at the party that night, but you hoped he wouldn’t show and steal the spotlight from you. While you liked getting attention from important people, signing autographs and taking photos with crying fans was the bane of your existence. By all accounts, Elvis seemed to relish in it, going out of his way for his fans in a way that seemed incomprehensible to you. You hated artists that tried to pull the humble act, finding it in poor taste. At the very least, his music was good and he was extremely easy on the eyes, you’d give him that much.

He did arrive about an hour later, much to your chagrin as the focus quickly shifted to him. You watched with contempt as everyone rattled off the exact same compliments to him that they’d been giving to you just moments before. Regardless of how handsome or talented he was, the last thing you were going to do was humiliate yourself by being a kiss-ass like the other RCA stars did, flocking to him as if being in his proximity would somehow make his success rub off on them.

You kept your cool as you nursed your drink and wandered around the party, making small talk with the other stragglers. All things considered, the as the night progressed, you were enjoying yourself, though you were wondering what your friends were getting up to at their New Year’s Eve party on the other side of Manhattan.

During a moment to yourself, someone called out your name from behind. You turned around, eyebrows raised as you watched Elvis eagerly make his way toward you. When he stood in front of you, he openly stared for a few moments before finally pulling himself together.

“Y/N, I’m sorry to bother ya. Someone mentioned you were here, and I had to find you,” he said. “I know you don’t know me, but I’m—“

“You don’t need to introduce yourself, Elvis. I’d have to live under a rock not to know you.”

A bashful smile appeared on his face. “I hope that’s a good thing. I swear I’m your biggest fan.”

“That’s what everyone says,” you joked.

Instead of the forced laughter you expected, his face grew serious. “Well, I mean it. There’s no one else like you.”

“Thanks,” you said, feeling the pressure of his intense gaze on you. “You too, you’re all anyone talks about.”

“I’m sure you’re tired of hearin’ about me.”

“It’s not you; I promise. I know it’s just weird marketing stuff, the posing us against each other and all that. I think RCA sells more albums that way.”

He nodded. “Good, because you really have a gift for music, Y/N. The last thing I’d want is for you to think I don’t support you.”

He seemed to be laying it on thick the more you spoke to him, and you wondered if it was his weird way of trying to strong-arm you into bed with him. You weren’t impressed with what you perceived as his desperation, especially considering how high up he was in the musical food chain, and came up with an excuse to prematurely end the conversation.

Somehow, you found yourself buzzed and alone during the inexplicably minute-long countdown to midnight. Sipping your drink of choice, you half-heartedly joined in while glancing around the room. Everyone already seemed to be paired up, not that you cared too much about a New Year’s Eve kiss, anyway.

You looked over at Elvis, who incredibly seemed to be on his own too.

It’s not like it would hurt anything if you went over and kissed him.

Pushing your way through the party-goers, you stumbled your way over to Elvis, grabbing his arm. As soon as the clock struck midnight, you sloppily pressed your lips against Elvis’ for a brief moment, giggling a bit at his stunned expression before throwing a wink over your shoulder as you walked away.

You left the party not long after that, hardly remembering the kiss the following morning, and even less so as the years went by. The two of you crossed paths briefly at RCA events the following year, but then he got drafted and focused on acting when he got back. Around the same time, you broke your contract with RCA to switch labels and branch out in your music to keep up with the rapidly changing state of rock n’ roll. The two of you were hardly in the same social circles, to say the least.

In Elvis’ mind, however, the kiss was everything. You had kissed him, not the other way around, and as nostalgia clouded his memory, the incident became increasingly personal and intimate. A half-drunk peck on the lips had transformed over fifteen years into a profession of love accompanied by a passionate kiss. The reasons why you couldn’t be together would change from time to time, but he had convinced himself you were star-crossed lovers, communicating through songs and veiled comments in interviews. Once you realized this was how things were supposed to be, he was sure you’d calm down one way or another.

“That was fifteen years ago. I didn’t even remember it until just now,” you said. “If you’ve been that hung up on a New Year’s kiss, you need help.”

”It wasn’t just a New Year’s kiss, and you know it,” he argued.

“All I know is that you’ve lost your damn mind, and you better find it before I–”

“Before you what, Y/N? I’ve spent all this time lovin’ you, and it’s like you don’t even care.”

“Because I don’t care! I don’t even know you!”

He’d been leaning against the wall for most of the conversation, but when he stood up to his full height, you felt yourself wither under his gaze as he approached you. He was no longer the starry-eyed boy you had met at the RCA party nor the rival you harbored resentment toward for a solid two years. No, he was a man with determination blazing in his eyes as he stood over you. If he was willing to stage photos and make sure everyone and their mother saw them, you couldn’t fathom what other lengths he would go to have you.

Still, you had stormed into his dressing room, guns blazing, and you certainly weren’t going to let yourself be run down so easily. You returned his gaze with an equally determined one as you straightened your posture. Neither of you wanted to be the one to fold, to break eye contact or the silence. All you could hear was your heart pounding as you stared at him, and though he folded first, you knew you lost when he nearly knocked the wind out of you by pulling you in for a kiss where you had to steady yourself with his shoulders so as not to fall over. You could hear a faint click behind you, and pushed away from the kiss you had yet to return.

“You’re sick,” you spat. “Do you seriously think I’d want to be with you after all of this?”

Provoking him wasn’t the best idea, considering how angry he looked when you pulled away, but you had to use what little leverage you had in the situation since he had you locked in with yet another photo, one far more damning than the others. He had far more emotional investment in the situation than you, though you now had so much at stake far more quickly than you expected.

He shook his head. “You know they say to never meet your heroes. Makes sense in your case, I swear I’ve never met anyone as full of themselves as you.”

“I have lawyers and PR people who’ll tear you to shreds–”

“For what? Kissing you?”

Your face fell as a smug smile appeared on his. No one cared if someone kissed you without asking. It wasn’t like it hadn’t happened before at public events or parties, and Elvis doing so in his dressing room after you had let yourself in certainly wouldn’t elicit sympathy from anyone. Your general persona was the antithesis of sympathetic, and you were too admittedly too proud to even try to portray yourself as a victim. He played you right into his hands, and for half a second you considered lunging at him.

You inhaled, unsure of how exactly you ended up in such a situation but determined to figure a way out of it.

“I can be photographed kissing anyone, you know,” you countered, voice shaky as you tried to hold yourself together.

He scoffed in clear amusement, not at all the reaction you had hoped for. “I got you photographed doin’ a lot of other interestin’ stuff too, darlin’. It’s almost unbelievable what bein’ friendly and generous to a few paps will get you.”

Just as you were about to call his bluff, he grabbed a folder from the coffee table in his dressing room and began flipping through it, your stomach dropping as he held up each one, describing what you were doing and when, every photo more compromising than the next. Almost a year’s worth of your most personal life which you guarded so fiercely. It was more than enough to end your career, and you knew he probably had copies stashed all over the place.

“What’s your plan then? We become fucking Sonny and Cher? They hardly even like each other,” you said, quickly realizing he had little to no rationality that you could appeal to.

“I got it all figured out, darlin’. You just need some guidin’ in the right direction to get us back to where we used to be.”

There was no point in arguing with him that there never was an us or we to begin with, just a stupid New Year’s kiss you gave him at a party you didn’t even want to go to fifteen years prior. He probably already had a retort to every protest you could possibly hope to come up with, like the promotional engagements you had planned leading up to and after your newest album release, or the fact that you lived in New York and he in Memphis. Over the years, you’d receive truly disturbing pieces of fan mail from people you could only assume had been stalking you. You began to wonder if any came from him.

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whatstruthgottodowithit · 8 months

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Here You Come Again [Part Twelve]

Fandom: Elvis Presley, RPF, American Actor

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Original Female Character

Characters: Elvis Presley, Addison Goodwin, Original Female Characters, Priscilla Presley, Colonel Tom Parker, Vernon Presley, Gladys Presley, Minnie Mae Presley, Marci Cunningham, Jerry Schilling, Red West, Sonny West, Marty Lacker, Joe Esposito, Charlie Hodge, Lamar Fike, Alan Fortas, George Klein, Memphis Mafia

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 7584

Summary: When Addison Goodwin was seventeen years old her life was turned inside out after a chance encounter with her past. Now, fifteen years later her life is the best it’s ever been. She has a home, a good job and a daughter she loves more than anything in the world but will all that remain when an old familiar face rolls into town.

Tags: Angst, Fluff, Graceland, Las Vegas, The International Hotel, Elvis In Vegas, 1970s, 1970s Elvis, Friends To Lovers, Rekindled Romance, Parenting, Time Line is Sketchy, Guilt, Betrayal, Teenage Pregnancy, Hawaii, Hidden Pregnancy, Jealousy, Sex, Absence of Parent, Single Motherhood, Trauma, Oral Sex, Tension

Notes: I made a conscious decision not to include Elvis’ drug use throughout this story.

It’s a very rose tinted glasses view of him i get that but I think it’s more fitting he’d be this way. Trying to get back the way he was with her in the 50s.

I also think that without the colonel/pressures etc it would’ve been easier to tone down his drug use but we’ll never know

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the main entrance but there had been some attention out front, mostly fans but attention all the same, and so it seemed in preparation for Elvis to leave the building the operation had been moved to the back of the restaurant. It wasn’t the best but Jess felt better about walking through a dismal back alley than having a camera shoved in her face.

Vernon didn’t even seem to bat an eyelid at the dank conditions as the pair of them climbed into his car. They were quiet for a moment as they pulled out onto the streets of Memphis, Vernon fiddling with the radio as he went. She stayed quiet as he did, looking out of the windshield as she thought about what to say. In the restaurant her idea had been simple, find a way to weave her mom and dad into the conversation and voila. Now she was inside the car however it felt harder to figure out how to dive into it.

After a couple of minutes of driving, once Vernon was in the swing of things, he glanced at her finding her staring out of the car window intently. He cleared his throat hoping to catch her attention which worked as she looked towards him whatever she had been planning to say disappearing from her mind no sooner than it had come.

‘So,’ he said glancing at her again before he put his eyes back on the road, ‘is this friend of yours really called Elaine?’

‘What? Yeah why?’ she asked. It technically hadn’t been a lie. She did have a friend called Elaine and she probably would call her once she got home, that just wasn’t her main reason for wanting to leave.

‘It’s not a boy then?’ he said looking at her in a way she was sure was to put her at ease but instead Jess felt her face flame with embarrassment, and she dropped her gaze to her lap.

‘Oh, no,’ she said quietly.

‘Don’t worry I won’t tell on ya,’ Vernon chuckled, ‘it was about this age your daddy started running my phone bill up as well.’

‘It really is my friend,’ Jess said, ‘I guess I’ve not really had time to think about all…that.’

‘Oh yeah I guess you’re right,’ Vernon said looking her way once more suddenly feeling like he’d put his foot in his mouth when he saw how pink her cheeks were, ‘maybe once you’re back home. Not that I want you to go home or anything, I mean your daddy’s loving having you here we all are.’

‘Me too,’ she said offering him a smile in the hopes he’d stop trying to make her feel better as he only seemed to make her feel more embarrassed. Though as she said it she realised he had offered her a way in with his words and she jumped on it as quick as she could, ‘can I ask you something?

‘Sure,’ Vernon said.

‘What was he like?’ she asked, ‘my dad I mean. When he was younger.’

‘As a kid?’ Vernon asked glancing once more at her. Jess nodded, ‘well actually he was a lot like you.’

‘That’s what my mom says,’ Jess said.

‘Well she’s right. As a young un’ he was shy and quiet unless he was around his family of course. He and his mama used to talk for hours and hours,’ Vernon said with a wistful smile.

‘I can’t believe he was quiet,’ Jess said. Everyone who had met her had told her they were alike and yet she couldn’t picture it. She couldn’t picture the man who oozed charm and charisma stammering over his words or flushing at the slightest embarrassment like she did.

‘Oh yeah that confidence only came later though, with singing mostly. Performing really helped him bloom…maybe the pair of you have that in common,’ Vernon said raising an eyebrow, ‘he tells me you’re quite the guitar player.’

‘He’s just being nice,’ Jess said flushing again at the compliment.

‘He wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t true,’ Vernon assured her receiving a nod in return yet the topic migrating to her was making a self-conscious flutter run throughout her and so she decided to steer it back to more comfortable territory.

‘What was my mom like?’ she asked. If anything this one intrigued her more. After all, she could’ve asked any of her dad’s friends or relatives the same question and gotten a similar answer. Her mom didn’t have the luxury of having that many people still around.

‘A right little madam,’ Vernon chuckled making her smile, ‘nah she was a sweet kid, feisty though and she had her daddy wrapped around her little finger.’

‘What about my dad?’ he asked.

‘Oh him too even as a kid and then when she came back around he was smitten in no time,’ Vernon said seemingly not noticing how intently Jess was watching him, absorbing every word.

‘What were they like? As a couple,’ Jess asked trying not to sound too overly interested.

‘Well they weren’t a couple for a long time and when they were they didn’t tell us,’ Vernon explained.

‘Why not?’ Jess asked.

‘They were worried about what people would say I suppose. Your Mom was only young and well her Mama, Mona, had caused some trouble so they thought it was best to keep it hidden,’ he shrugged.

‘What happened?’ Jess asked quickly. He went to speak but her eagerness had caught his attention and when he looked at her he found her watching him attentively.

‘Jess,’ he said hesitantly, ‘I don’t know if we should be talking about this.’

‘Please?’ she begged. He had already told her so much already but he couldn’t just leave her hanging not now she had more questions than before, ‘they won’t tell me and I know they think it’s because I’m just a kid but I want to know. I mean it’s what made me right?’

‘Right,’ Vernon said hesitantly.

‘So I should know, right? I promise I won’t tell them you told me,’ she said watching him with those big blue eyes that reminded him so much of Elvis it was scary. It was also scary how for all her shyness she could be just like her Daddy, now talking him around to her point of view in just a few sentences.

‘It’s complicated,’ he said but when she didn’t say anything he sighed, ‘before they got together your daddy was having some problems with the press.’

‘Like now?’ she asked.

‘Worse, but don’t you be listening to anything those so-called journalists print you hear me? Him havin’ another kid is nobody’s damn business not when other acts are doin’ God knows what,’ Vernon said bitterly though he softened as he glanced at her finding her waiting for him to continue, ‘anyway… back then he was the only one around worth anythin’, so the press used to like to use him as kind of a target. Said his music was bad for race relations and his dancin’ was lewd and unbecoming of an all-American boy. So we had to do our best to try and keep his image clean.’

‘Which is why they stayed a secret?’ she asked trying to weave the story together in her mind.

‘Like I said your Mom was only young. Nothin’ crazy but enough to people to sling mud if they wanted even if it was on technicalities,’ Vernon said, ‘and well Mona wasn’t much help either.’

‘Because she left?’ Jess asked. Her mom had told her about her parents. She had made sure to tell her all about her Grandpa Joe, relaying old stories and dotting pictures of him throughout their house. She had also told her of her mother though all Jess really knew was she had taken off when Addison had been around the age she was now.

‘Because she came back,’ Vernon said resentfully. He didn’t know if he should be telling her all of this, the heartbreak and pain that Mona had caused but he couldn’t stop, ‘a couple months after your mom came to live with us she rocked up on our doorstep claimin’ she was sorry and that she wanted your mom to forgive her.’

‘What happened?’ Jess asked.

‘She lasted all of two weeks before she tried usin’ your mom as a way to get cash outta your daddy,’ Vernon said.

‘That’s awful,’ Jess said her mouth agape.

‘That’s Mona,’ Vernon sighed, ‘but if I’m bein’ honest I think that’s what made your daddy realise he loved her. The idea of losin’ her to that piece of trash well I think that would’ve broken him.’

‘But he lost her anyway,’ Jess said, ‘I don’t understand I mean why didn’t they just stay together? In secret if they were worried about his image.’

‘Well they were going to but it just became too much. The press got too bad it would’ve only taken them findin’ out about your mom to ruin everything. Well that’s how it felt at least,’ he said, ‘so when your daddy’s draft papers came in they thought it would be better if he went to Germany. Maybe a little distance would help people forget about everything.’

‘You mean the Colonel, right?’ she said making his eyes go wide ‘you said they but you mean him right? I saw my mom’s face when she saw him. I know she wouldn’t say anything but I’m right, aren’t I?’

‘Yeah,’ Vernon sighed, ‘he’s your daddy’s manager and when he suggested it, well, it made sense. We just didn’t realise that he meant for your mom to leave the picture permanently… so when your daddy left for the draft he…he told her to go.’

‘That’s why she didn’t come back?’ Jess asked.

‘I don’t think she believed she could,’ Vernon said. It had been a lot to get off his chest, that kernel of guilt still inside him even now, but explaining it all to her made him feel better somehow. Explaining to her made it feel as though it wasn’t as black and white as Addison or Elvis seemed to think.

‘Wow,’ Jess said flopping back against her seat as she tried to process everything. Vernon was just pulling into Graceland but she didn’t seem to be paying the journey any attention as her mind spun with all the information. She had known it wasn’t simple. How was having Elvis Presley for a father ever going to be? But she hadn’t realised it was that complicated. She hadn’t realised the choice her mother had faced at seventeen years old. What she would’ve had to fight through to even tell him she was pregnant. She knew her dad wouldn’t have cared, that if her mom had rocked up on his doorstep months or even years after disappearing he would’ve welcomed her back without question, as he had done now. Yet there was no guaranteeing she would’ve even made it that far. That the power the Colonel wielded wouldn’t have prevented her from seeing him. Not to mention how much it must’ve hurt. How knowing she had no choice but to raise her daughter alone even when she had a father who would’ve loved her beyond reason must’ve eaten at her. Vernon stayed quiet for a moment allowing her to digest everything. Eventually she looked towards him and said, ‘well, I’m glad it didn’t end there.’

‘Me too,’ he said with a soft smile. She seemed to have taken it well but there was something behind her eyes he could see. Something she had been mulling over to ask him, he was sure of it. After a moment or so she seemed to decide it was worth saying and though her voice was small and hesitant she asked nevertheless, ‘do you think they could…y’know?’

‘Oh honey I don’t know,’ he said awkwardly. She had been looking at him but turned to look out the windshield her eyes fixed on the vast lawn in front of them though it was barely visible in the dark night. Vernon sighed, ‘maybe one day… but I wouldn’t get your hopes up. There’s a lot of water under that bridge.’

‘Yeah, I guess you’re right,’ she said chewing on her lip as she looked at him, ‘thanks for telling me though. I know they think I shouldn’t know but I’m glad you did.’

‘Well they’re just tryin’ to protect ya I expect,’ he said, ‘but you’re right it’s your story as much as theirs.’

‘True,’ she said with a smile, ‘though I take it that doesn’t mean you want me to tell them you said anything right?’

‘Right,’ Vernon said with a smile.

‘Well I won’t,’ she said, ‘as long as you don’t tell them I asked?’

‘My lips are sealed,’ Vernon said. Jess smiled and unlatched her door so she could climb out. Once her feet were firmly on the ground she leaned back inside said, ‘night Grandpa.’

‘Night honey,’ Vernon said with a smile before she shut the door gently and headed up the garden path. As he watched her go he sighed. He didn’t know how she had managed to wangle so much information out of him. Maybe he was right about her being her father’s daughter. Maybe she was already growing that aura of charm Elvis seemed to have with everyone he met. Or maybe just like Lisa she had him wrapped around her little finger. Whatever it was he hoped he was right to tell her. After all it was her story too, he just hoped that if Elvis found out he’d understand.

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Over the next couple of weeks Elvis enjoyed himself thoroughly. Their successful trip out of the house meant that they were no longer forced to stay within the grounds of Graceland and though they did have several days just spent lounging around or riding horses they also ventured out so that Jess could finally see all the sights Memphis had to offer. The only problem was it was going too quickly. About a week or so into their stay he noticed the attention around them had started to wane. Without any more information on the situation the press had gotten bored and moved to the next hottest topic which meant reporters had started to retreat. Of course there were always fans outside his gate or wherever they went but they remained respectful and kind so they weren’t bothered much. Addison had also contacted the school who had informed them with delight that since Jess was a minor they had been able to come to an agreement with the police that all reporters couldn’t come within one hundred feet of the school and given Jess could be dropped off at the front door there wouldn’t be much of an issue of her returning. Even though he had felt the change in the air he hadn’t mentioned it. He didn’t know why, after all Addison had all the information he did, and he was sure she’d be thinking about heading back to their normal life at some point. He was just hoping the longer he avoided the topic the more time he’d get. Time that seemed to stop when Addison popped her head around the door of his office a look of regret on her face.

‘Can I come in?’ she asked.

‘Sure,’ Elvis said a sinking feeling already landing in his gut. She smiled and came to sit opposite him all of a sudden too nervous to speak. If she was being honest, she didn’t want to go home. Though she had decided she and Elvis wouldn’t work romantically that didn’t mean she wasn’t enjoying having him back in her life, having her friend back. Not to mention slipping back into his world, back to Graceland, felt like home. It made the prospect of returning back to normal lose its appeal and she was sure Jess would be heartbroken to have to leave too. But her normal life was calling. Her boss, who had been more lenient than she could have ever anticipated, had called and asked if she planned on returning soon. She hadn’t known how she could say no. After all the media attention was ebbing and though she was sure returning to Vegas wouldn’t exactly be smooth it was going to have to happen at some point.

‘Everything alright?’ Elvis said as collectedly as he could manage.

‘My boss called,’ Addison said. Though it was a simple statement both of them seemed to know what gravitas those words held.

‘Ah,’ Elvis said.

‘She asked when I would be coming back,’ she said quietly.

‘And you said?’

‘I said next week,’ Addison said quietly.

‘Right,’ Elvis said. It wasn’t what he wanted to say. In fact he wanted to beg her to call her boss straight back and tell him she was never coming back and that she and Jess were moving to Memphis full-time, but he knew there was no point.

‘I figured it’s probably better if we go back soon,’ she said, ‘I mean there doesn’t seem to be much media attention happening and with Jess and school I don’t want her to get out of the groove of things y’know?’

‘Yeah, I get it,’ Elvis said trying to keep his tone from sounding too flat. Addison bit her lip as she watched him trying to sound as agreeable as possible though she knew he wasn’t. Actually, she suspected he was feeling just as downtrodden about the situation as she was.

‘Maybe we could come back at spring break? Like we planned?’ she said hopefully earning herself a soft smile.

‘I’d like that,’ he said earnestly. It wasn’t what he wanted but it was better than nothing.

‘We can uh, arrange details later,’ she said suddenly feeling an ache in her gut as she watched him. He was trying so hard for her, to remain unselfish and logical. Again it was the shade of the new man she didn’t know. Even if it was better, what she needed him to be, it didn’t mean she didn’t miss that twenty-two-year-old. The rash one who would’ve insisted she stay here forever.

‘Uh sure, I’ll get daddy on arranging flights later,’ he said.

‘Right, thanks,’ she said getting up and heading to the door but as she got there she heard him call her name and turned to find him watching her.

‘Would you take Jerry?’ he asked continuing as she looked confused, ‘home with you I mean. Just for a couple of days to make sure everything goes smoothly with school and everything.’

‘Sure,’ she said. As she slipped out of the room he flopped back against his chair. It wasn’t ideal but the fact that she didn’t seem to want to leave their little bubble reassured him all the same. And who knew, maybe once they touched down in Nevada they’d realise Memphis wasn’t all that bad, which was why he wanted Jerry on hand just in case they changed their minds.

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Over the next few days both Addison and Elvis tried not to let the sense of impending doom affect them. Jess had understandably been devastated but she understood that the situation was never going to be forever and so she decided to enjoy the last few days as much as she could. Elvis was doing the same or at least trying to but on the last night before they left he couldn’t help but be sad. He pretended he wasn’t of course, as they sat in the TV room eating pizza and watching movies he smiled and joked along as he normally would. Yet as they headed to bed, the three of them saying goodnight on the landing before heading to their rooms, he lingered watching the girls as they disappeared behind closed doors. Once they were out of sight he went to his own room and changed, sinking down on the mattress as he pictured what the morning would bring. How in less than twenty-four hours he’d be sitting on the same old bed except they wouldn’t be across the hall, they’d be miles away.

He couldn’t believe how much the idea of that hurt him even if in some ways he was used to it. After all Priscilla and Lisa now lived on the west coast yet this felt different, worse somehow. Maybe it was that he’d already missed so much time with Jess he longed to make up for it in whichever way he could. Maybe it was because he’d gotten so used to having Addison back around the house like she’d never left. As he laid down to sleep he found his mind buzzing and yet he didn’t reach for the stack of pills on his bedside table as he normally would have. In fact over the past couple of weeks he had taken to them less and less though he didn’t know why. At first he had thought it was because he was back home and without the pressure of performing every night, without the Colonel on his back, he didn’t have reasons to try and keep up. All he had to do was keep up with Jess and Addison who seemed to thrive in simplicity. But it somehow felt like more than that. Sure he didn’t have to keep up but better yet he didn’t want to miss out. He didn’t want to feel groggy or out of it. He didn’t want to wake up at four in the afternoon and find he’d missed a full day of getting to know his daughter. And more to the point he didn’t want to miss a second of Addison. He was still Elvis Presley but around her he felt a lot more of the Elvis he used to be. Just that boy from Memphis.

After a while of lying in bed staring at the ceiling he felt fatigue start to grapple at him, pulling him under until he was submerged in his own mind.

‘What’chu doing?’ a voice called from beside him. When he looked to his right he found Addison leaning against the arm of the couch, her wide hazel eyes watching him expectantly. They were in his old house, the one they had moved in after his Daddy and Joe had started working together, though Elvis didn’t know if this was a memory or a dream. She looked just how he remembered her. Bright hazel eyes and light brown curls, that housed hints of blond in them since she had been in the sun all day. Her hair now however was wet, creating damp patches on the pyjamas she was wearing not that she seemed to notice.

‘Reading,’ he said. She looked at it for a second, observing the bright colours and pictures on the page before him.

‘Readin’ what?’ she asked. He should’ve been annoyed. Her bath had been the only time he’d gotten five minutes peace from her following him around and he knew that if he answered her question now it would only lead to more and more and the page he was up to wouldn’t move any further. Yet he couldn’t be annoyed. As she looked at him with her expectant gaze he couldn’t help but smile and so he humoured her as he had done all day.

‘Captain Marvel,’ he said.

‘Who’s he?’ she asked. Inquisitive as ever, just as Elvis had suspected.

‘He’s a superhero,’ Elvis replied.

‘What’s a superhero?’ she asked.

‘Addison Goodwin what have I told you about runnin’ off?’ his mother said as she came into the living room, hairbrush in hand, ‘honestly I take five minutes to empty the tub and you disappear.’

‘Sorry Miss Gladys,’ she said looking towards the older woman with a guilty look on her face.

‘Well don’t think you’ve gotten out of brushin’ that bird’s nest young lady,’ Gladys said taking a seat in her favourite chair, ‘grab that footstool and come sit. We need to comb your curls out before they knot.’

‘Okay,’ Addison said pouting as she heaved the footstool that was by Vernon’s chair towards her and placed it down. Elvis watched as she toddled across the room seemingly unbothered that the stool in question seemed to be almost as big as her before she sat on it without protest allowing Gladys to pull a brush through her locks. With each pull of the brush she winced, her head flinging back towards his mother who kept sighing and placing it back in place. He should’ve left well alone. She was quiet and he had his comic to read but watching her sit solemnly at his mother’s knee putting up with the pain he couldn’t help himself.

‘You, er, you heard of superman, right?’ Elvis said making her eyes open to look at him. His mother glanced at him also. Addison nodded.

‘Addie,’ Gladys sighed moving her head back into place.

‘Well he’s a superhero,’ Elvis said.

‘Oh,’ she said thinking on it for a second, ‘can anyone be a superhero?’

‘Not really,’ Elvis said, ‘see you gotta be big and strong…and scared of nuthin’.’

‘My daddy’s big and strong,’ she said proudly, ‘and he ain’t scared of nuthin’. Could he be a superhero?’

‘I guess,’ Elvis chuckled.

‘What about you Elvis?’ she said, ‘you could be one too.’

‘You think?’ Elvis asked sharing a wry smile with his mother.

‘Mmmhmm,’ she smiled, ‘when you grow up you can be a superhero just like our daddies.’

‘And what about you madam? What are you gonna be when you grow up?’ Gladys said with a smile as Addison flopped her head back so she could look at her. Elvis smiled as he watched them, knowing how fond of the little girl his mother was becoming. As much as his mother loved him he knew how excited she had been to have Addison in the house. All of his milestones had been the first for the Presleys but also the last. So having this ball of energy burst into their lives over the past few months had come as a refreshing change to all of them, even if it was due to unfortunate circumstances.

‘A movie star,’ she said matter-of-factly, a big grin on her little face.

‘Oh is that so?’ Gladys mused.

‘Can’t ya just picture it, Mama? Our own lil Shirley Temple,’ Elvis chuckled. Gladys laughed.

‘Oh I can picture it alright,’ she smiled as Addison looked back towards him.

‘Don’t ya wanna get married?’ Elvis asked, ‘I thought all girls wanted to get married and have a bunch o’ babies.’

‘I’m gonna get married too,’ Addison said rolling her eyes at him as if he was stupid for not having thought of that himself.

‘Oh yeah who are you gonna marry?’ Elvis asked leaning over the couch. His comic book slipped off his knee as he moved, into the crevice between the cushions, not that he noticed.

‘You,’ she said simply.

‘Is that so?’ Gladys chuckled as her fingers worked Addison’s now damp curls into a couple elastics to hold them away from her face.

‘Yep and you can play piano for me in all my films,’ she said simply, a big grin plastered on her face. Before Elvis could retort he was stopped as the front door opened bringing with it his Daddy and Joe.

‘Hi y’all,’ Joe said as the pair of them entered and started to remove their boots by the door.

‘Daddy!’ Addison said leaping up off the stool and running towards him where he scooped her up with ease placing her on his hip as he pushed the section of hair Gladys hadn’t managed to tie up yet off her shoulder.

‘Hey darlin’,’ he said planting a kiss on her cheek, ‘you been good?’

‘Yep,’ she beamed as Joe watched her his gaze drifting to Glady who rolled her eyes. He smirked hoping his daughter hadn’t put too much of a strain on his friend and said, ‘well I’ll believe ya. Thousands wouldn’t but I will.’

‘She’s been fine,’ Gladys said.

‘Daddy guess what?’ Addison said capturing his attention as he moved into the room allowing Vernon to shuffle past him and greet his wife.

‘What?’ he said.

‘Me and Elvis are gonna get married,’ she said proudly. Joe chuckled glancing at Elvis who shrugged.

‘Oh ya are, are ya?’ he said.

‘Yep, and he’s gonna be a superhero and I’m gonna be a movie star,’ she said.

‘Well looks like you’ve got your life set out for ya there son,’ Vernon chuckled as he perched beside Gladys on the arm of her chair.

‘Poor soul didn’t even get a say,’ Gladys said amusedly.

‘Yeah, I can’t imagine he had a chance at sayin’ no right princess?’ Joe teased. Addison nodded, their teasing going over head.

‘Never have a chance at sayin’ no to her,’ Elvis chuckled.

‘Well if we’re gonna be havin’ a wedding Addie better get her beauty rest huh?’ Joe said popping her on the floor, ‘go on baby. Go and get in bed I’ll be right behind ya to tuck ya in.’

‘Okay,’ Addison nodded heading towards Elvis’ bedroom door which had been her room too for the past week given that the men were never sure if they’d be home before she got too tired. As she reached the door though she paused, turning to look at Elvis with those same sparkling eyes.

‘Elvis, will you read to me?’ she asked watching him closely as she waited for her answer. Elvis glanced at his parents and then at Joe who nodded to signal he was okay to disturb her bedtime just a little further.

‘Sure,’ he said grabbing his comic book from the gap in the couch and standing up to follow her. She disappeared into his room except when he walked through the door it wasn’t the childhood bedroom he had been expecting. It was his own.

It looked different, like it had a decade ago when it had been almost brand new. Addison was sitting on his bed watching him sadly and when he looked down he found he was dressed in his army greens. This he was sure was a memory.

‘Marty came back up again. Said we’ve not got long,’ she said heading towards the door but she stopped as he grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards him.

‘We can go down in a minute,’ he said, already knowing his lines, ‘there’s something I want to do first.’

He could feel her eyes on him as he moved to his bedside drawer. Inside it was a bunch of junk but none of that interested him. His focus was on the black box that had been stowed away inside it for the past three weeks. It was a small velvet box, one that housed the biggest ring he’d ever purchased, the most important one. He had loved it the moment he had clapped eyes on it. It was stunningly beautiful and yet simple, just like her. She watched as he opened the box in front of her, her eyes going wide which brought a chuckle out of his lips.

‘Don’t worry I ain’t gonna ask you to marry me,’ he smirked, ‘not yet at least.’

‘I don’t understand,’ she said puzzled.

‘I just…I want you to know that this, all of this is for us. So one day I can put this ring on your hand like it’s meant to be,’ he said. It was true. He had known from the moment they had finally ended up together that all he wanted was for her to be his wife. He hadn’t asked her sooner because he hadn’t wanted to spook her and now they had something that felt so massive between them it didn’t feel right to ask. But he could promise.

‘Oh Elvis,’ she said as tears brimmed in her eyes. He could feel them threatening to come to his own but he pushed them back. He couldn’t get emotional, not yet.

‘I love you Addison Goodwin and I ain’t gonna stop not for a minute until we’re back here together.’

‘I love you too,’ she said her breath shaky in her throat. As he leaned in to kiss her she melted into him and he tried with all his might to pour every inch of love he was feeling in his heart into her, hoping that it would last them the two years he had to be away. That when he came home neither of them would be running on empty.

When he pulled back however she looked different. It was still Addison, but her tear-stained face was gone, replaced by perfect makeup and a demure smile.

‘Elvis?’ a voice said from the side of him and he looked towards it finding a man he recognised. His wedding officiant.

‘What?’ he asked looking back to find Addison was now gone, Priscilla now in her place looking just as beautiful as he remembered.

‘Do you take this woman to be your wife?’ the officiant said once more. Priscilla was watching him closely, waiting for him to say ‘I do.’ Yet Elvis couldn’t find the words. He was trying but they were stuck in his throat unable to come out.

‘Elvis,’ she said placing a hand on his bicep which he glanced at but when he looked back towards her she was gone, Addison now in her place dressed as his bride.

‘I do,’ he said finding the words slipping off his tongue so easily now it was her in front of him.

‘You may now kiss the bride,’ the officiant said. The words had no sooner left his lips before Elvis was leaning in kissing her as quickly as he could just in case she slipped from him again. Fortunately when he pulled back this time she was still there, taking his hand in hers as she led him down the aisle, ignorant of every single spectator watching them go.

‘Addie,’ he said trying to get her to stop. He didn’t want her to go anywhere. He didn’t want her to leave him again but she didn’t slow down. Instead she led him to an open door, pausing at it. He came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her as he buried his face in her hair, enjoying the sweet scent of her shampoo and the way her body pressed against his.

‘She looks stunning right?’ he heard her ask. As he pulled back, resting his chin on her shoulder he found them looking into Lisa’s room. Jess was standing in the middle of it, with Lisa by her side, and the pair were looking at themselves in a full-length mirror. Except Jess wasn’t how he pictured her to be. Instead of the fourteen-year-old he had come to know and love she was a kid around Lisa’s age. Yet he still knew it was her, she had the same cheeky face he had seen in his first memory though her eyes were blue and not hazel.

‘I can’t believe our baby girl is getting married,’ Addison said wistfully. It was only then did Elvis notice Jess’ apparel. She was wearing a similar white gown to the one Addison had been wearing not moments before.

‘Me either,’ he said. As the girls giggled and whispered to themselves Addison turned around to face him, wrapping her arms around his neck as she gazed up at him. She was smiling at him and at that moment he didn’t feel like this was a dream. He felt as though he had lived twenty more years. As if they were watching their daughter get ready to be married. As if they were married themselves.

‘We didn’t do too bad huh?’ Elvis said making her smirk.

‘No we didn’t,’ she said caressing his face gently.

‘I love you Mrs Presley,’ he said hoping his words would land right, that his dream wouldn’t be so cruel as to rip this away from him.

‘I love you too Mr Presley.’

He had been leaning in to kiss her and now he was staring at the ceiling trying to ignore the rapid thumping of his heart in his chest as everything flooded back into his mind. It was a mix of memories and dreams though he wasn’t sure which was which for some of them. He wiped his brow finding it slick with sweat though it didn’t surprise him as he noted the bedclothes were twisted around him signalling how much tossing and turning he must have been doing.

‘Elvis?’ he heard Addison’s voice say and for a moment he thought he was still in his dream until he noted the crack of light spilling out from the bathroom into the room and found her standing in the doorframe watching him with concern.

‘Addie?’ he croaked to ascertain if she was actually there.

‘Are you okay? I heard, I was in the bathroom,’ she said hesitantly.

‘Fine, fine,’ he said swinging his legs out of bed as an excuse to not have to look in her direction. He wondered what she’d heard, what he had said in the depths of slumber not knowing she was mere feet away. He felt embarrassment flood through him so in an attempt to push it down he cleared his throat and said, ‘what time is it?’

‘A little after six,’ she said which was confirmed as he glanced at the clock on his bedside table. She was still watching him, concern in her eyes as she said, ‘you should go back to sleep.’

‘What are you doing up?’ he asked as his brain kicked in.

‘Packing,’ she said with a sad smile.

‘Right,’ he said dropping his gaze once more as he remembered what today was.

‘Go back to sleep Elvis,’ she said and before he could protest she disappeared shutting the bathroom door behind her gently. Elvis flopped back on the bed with a sigh. There was no way he’d be able to go back to sleep now. Instead he lay there, thinking about it all. Not even just the dream. All of it. From the moment Jess, no from the moment Addison had walked into his life to now. He didn’t know how she did it so easily, tipped his whole life on its head in the space of a few weeks. He shouldn’t have been surprised of course, that had been what had happened the last time. Even as a kid it’d only taken her a month or so to have him wrapped around her finger as she had at seventeen, as she had now. Yet as kids they’d gotten longer together. As young adults barely months. Now he was scared that after a few weeks that would be it.

But that’s not what he wanted. He wanted months, years in fact. He wanted them for the rest of his life. He wanted to watch Jess on her first date, to graduate, hell he even couldn’t wait to walk her down the aisle as his dream had pictured, but all of that he wanted with Addison by his side. He wanted them to be together, for her not to be going back to Nevada without him. He wanted to watch her walk down the aisle as he had planned for them all those years ago.

He wanted her back.

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‘And you’re sure you’ve got everything?’ Elvis asked looking at Jess who rolled her eyes.

‘Yes Dad I promise,’ she said, fiddling with the straps on her backpack as she looked up at him.

‘Okay good,’ he said nervously. They were standing in hall, saying their last goodbyes before they had to head to the airport. Addison was lingering by the living room with Jerry, watching the pair of them closely. It was awkward though not because he didn’t know what to say it was that what he wanted to say he couldn’t.

‘Call me as soon as you land? As a matter of fact call me any time, okay? Day or night and if I don’t answer leave a message and I’ll call you straight back as soon I can, okay?’ he asked.

‘I will,’ Jess said.

‘And once I’ve looked at my schedule we can talk about flying you out again if you want? Or I could come to you and even if we can’t do that spring break will be here before you know it,’ Elvis said though he didn’t know which one of them he was trying to reassure since she was standing in front of him calm and collected. He guessed that was the bonus of having a teenager instead of a little girl who clung to his leg begging to stay, breaking his heart every damn time, as Lisa did.

‘I know,’ she agreed. She was sad to be having to leave the place she had come to love so much, as well as the dad she had come to love so much too, but knowing he was just as eager for her to come back as she was comforting.

‘C’mere,’ he said opening his arms and allowing her to step in which she did. He wrapped them around her, closing his eyes as he rested his cheek on the top her head whilst she buried her face in his chest. When they pulled back he smiled at her, as reassuringly as he could muster, and she smiled back allowing him to stroke her cheek as if she was a child.

‘And uh, don’t be letting your guitar lessons go now you hear?’ he said clearing his throat as he pushed the lump in his throat away.

‘I won't,’ she promised.

‘Good cos uh I got ya something,’ he said gesturing at Jerry who pulled a guitar out from where it had been hiding in the living room out of sight.

‘Oh my god that’s so cool,’ Jess said marvelling at it as he handed it to her.

‘Now you’ve no excuses not to practice,’ he said as she beamed up at him.

‘Oh I’m gonna,’ she said, ‘thanks dad.’

‘No problem honey,’ he said feeling that lump re-emerge as he looked at her, ‘there’s a case in the car. Jer’ll help you get right man?’

‘Sure, c’mon Vegas let’s see if everythin’ he’s bought ya will actually fit in the trunk,’ Jerry said heading to the door. As Jess giggled and followed her uncle outside, new guitar in hand, Addison came towards him watching him closely. He shifted his weight, her gaze landing heavily on his face.

‘Are you okay?’ she asked tentatively.

‘Yeah, I’m fine,’ he said, ‘it’s just weird y’know? With Lisa there’s a lot more crying.’

‘And just as many bribes huh?’ she teased making his heart flutter just a touch. He breathed a laugh but then the pair of them fell silent for a second until she said, ‘you know she’s not going to forget you the moment she leaves right?’

‘I know,’ Elvis said though it was nice to be reassured of that fact all the same. Addison hesitated in her response.

‘You’re not gonna forget us, right?’ she asked. It was phrased as a joke but as Elvis watched her he could see there was a seed of doubt behind her expression.

‘How could you even think that?’ he asked wondering how that could’ve even popped into her head. He didn’t even want them to go.

‘I don’t know,’ she sighed, ‘it’s just it’s been a hectic few weeks and now there’s gonna be distance between us for the first time since this all started. I just don’t want us to get complacent. I just don’t want her waiting by the phone for it to not ring and I know I’m probably being stupid but I just-’

‘You’re not,’ he said his hands capturing her elbows which forced her rant to cease as she looked up at him. Her face was still worried, but it calmed with his touch, ‘Ads I’m gonna miss you guys so much. If you think that phone ain’t gonna be ringin’ the second you get home you’re sorely mistaken.’

‘Promise?’ she whispered. She knew it was silly of her. She knew he loved Jess but still she had been there before. They had stood in this exact same position once before and that had been the last contact they’d had for over a decade. She knew he wouldn’t just forget about them but over the past few weeks she had become so accustomed to having him in her life she wasn’t sure how she was going to feel without him there.

‘Promise,’ he whispered. She nodded and since she could feel tears stinging at the back of her eyes she thrusted herself forward, wrapping her arms around his neck just in case they spilled over. As accustomed as she had become to having him around she still didn’t want him to see her cry. He was taken off guard for a second but then he wrapped his arms around her, placing his chin on her shoulder as she mimicked his actions. He didn’t know how long they stood there, clinging to one another, but however long it was it didn’t feel like enough. When they heard the honk of the car horn outside they broke apart watching each other unsure.

‘I’ll call you,’ he said firmly hoping it would reassure her.

‘You better,’ she smirked pulling out of his arms and moving to the door, ‘and Elvis?’ ‘

‘Yeah?’

‘We’re gonna miss you too,’ she smiled. And with that she was gone. By the time Elvis could kick his brain into gear to follow her they were already in the car. He lingered on the front porch, waving back to Jess who clocked him standing there before the car moved off and down the winding drive towards the gates.

He couldn’t believe he had done it. That he had allowed them drive out of his life even though every fibre of his being was screaming for him not to let them. But he knew to try and force something now wouldn’t work. He loved Addison and he knew he wanted her back but they weren’t ready for that, not yet at least, as evidenced by the fact she had thought he’d just forget about them like they were strangers passing by.

No, he needed to play it smart, like he had done with the Colonel. He needed to make her see that no matter the hardships they had gone through they could be together like they’d hoped for. That the new people they were had a future, one that included their lives as they were now. That would take time which fortunately was on his side because if he was going to sit and mope for the next couple of months he might as well have something to think about.

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Summary: Corroded Coffin is successful and probably will continue being successful for a while. Yet, they've been working non stop for so long and are desperately in need of a break. Where do rockstars go? Fucking Vegas, baby! Casino's? Dolphin shows? Spa days? Siegfried and Roy? A chance for Eddie to finally show his singer how much he truly loves her? How could they pass up an opportunity like this?

Tags: Rock Stars, Friends to Lovers, Idiots in Love, Platonic Relationships, Found Family, Las Vegas, Maternal Instinct, Fame, Nightmares, Water Guns, Gambling, Drunkenness, Marriage, Eventual Smut, Happy Ending, Hot Tub

Song Recommendation: Love Me Forever by Motörhead

Stranger Things, Eddie Munson Masterlist - here

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Corroded Coffin was a hit. As soon as they added a new vocalist, things took off. Not that there was an issue with Eddie's voice, god no. He just wanted to focus on his sick guitar skills and let Y/N belt out the tunes. They went from the dingy Hideout to actual gigs in a little under five years as a talent scout had happened to see them perform one day and offered them to sell their soul for a recording contract. Well, no, not really, but they were being worked to the bone, so it felt like the devil's work.

Yet, they were finally given a small break, and the band decided to go to....V v v v Vegas, baby! Why not? They all were of age now, so yeah! They could experience the casinos and nightlife to its full extent, and they were planning to do just that.

"What a beaut!" Eddie cheered as they stepped out of their new and clean van, luggage in hand and gesturing to the building before them.

Y/N smirked, looking over at Eddie with amusement as the other boys piled out behind her. She had grown rather fond of the guitarist - she had grown fond of all of them very quickly after being introduced, but Eddie? She had a particular soft spot for him - and handed her bag over to him as he outstretched his palm. He always did that. Wherever they went, he insisted. Always had. Always will.

Once they were all out of the vehicle, they were gazing dreamily at the resort they were staying at. All of the palm trees and real gold dust tinted windows and the water features and the hypnotic flickering sign that elegantly read 'The Mirage'. It was a lot to take in. They were in Paradise. Literally. Paradise, Nevada. And it felt like the most necessary place they could be.

And then the pyrotechnics for the fake volcano went off with a sudden sizzle noise, making them all jump with the shock. They were sure Gareth was seconds away from scrambling into Jeff's arms like the Scooby to his Shaggy. Instead, though, he shrugged it off and pretended that he hadn't been affected with a shaky, "Psst, wasn't even scared."

"Yeah right, dude," Simon responded as he adjusted his grasp on his bag's strap, a smirk playing on his lips as he patted the drummer on the shoulder and retrieved that goddamned camera he brought everywhere with him to snap some pics. Y/N was getting a little sick of being blinded by his flash at any moment of the day.

Y/N looked down to find that she'd held onto Eddie's bicep and awkwardly retracted her hand whilst muttering a half-hearted apology. Eddie seemed unaffected by her touch, though his grin grew wider as he turned towards the building and began to walk to the grand entrance with everyone else following his lead as usual.

After having spent the entirety of the last four and a half months touring together on the road, crossing each state line, maybe two in a day, they were all ready for a well-earned break. It seemed like aeons ago when they were doing this for fun. Now, it was their job. Not that it was any less exhilarating, just the novelty had worn off a bit.

As they entered, they took in the lavishness of the room. It was breathtakingly beautiful with the wall behind the reception, well, it wasn't a wall, it was a goddamned aquarium. Because she knew what they were about to do, Y/N took it upon herself to deal with the waiting in line and checking in as the boys had crowded the glass and were awestruck at all the fishies swimming around. Simon seemed to forget there was glass right in front of his face and was rather surprised when he bumped his nose into the transparent pane.

"I'm sorry about them," Y/N apologised to the receptionist, a bubbly blonde woman who seemed to be smiling ear to ear at the sight of them. Boy, if she had a smile like that for all the customers, her cheeks must be aching by the end of the day.

"We're used to rockstars. Don't worry, honey."

With a quick and loud whistle, Y/N caught the attention of her band, and they followed her like good, obedient puppies, all grinning and waving excitedly at the receptionist as they passed her desk. By the time they'd reached the bellhop, Y/N looked down at their keys and realised, "Two rooms. We've got to split in two. Jeff, you take Gareth and Simon to the twin. Gareth, you're the smallest, so you take the couch."

Gareth was offended by her statement as he put a hand over his chest. "That's bullshit. I could kick your ass," he grumbled as he glared at Y/N. She raised her eyebrow, and he backed down with a pouty, "Fine. Just cause you want to snuggle up to Munson."

"You don't want to know what Eddie and I get up to when our precious baby Gareth isn't around," she teased, gently pinching his cheeks as her voice became higher pitched as she mocked him. Gareth squirmed, trying to bat her hands away.

"Don't touch the face; it's my money maker."

Jeff took Gareth's bags from him and handed them to the very patient bellhop who had been waiting for them for a while. With one last blow of a kiss, Y/N stopped annoying her bandmate and turned to Eddie, apologising yet again, "Sorry if I presumed that you'd be okay staying with me. I should've asked beforehand."

Eddie waved away her concern and nudged her shoulder with his, playfully joking, "Who else would carry your bags to your room?"

The answer was simple. "The bellhop."

"Oh fuck yeah. Forget about him. Imagine we're not in a fancy schmancy hotel, who would carry your bags to your room?"

She knew what he was implying. But, honestly, she was in the mood to be a little difficult. Her life for so long had been working and hanging out with a bunch of sweaty boys. This was supposed to be her chance to relax. Take some time for herself. Maybe spend some time in the spa. But nope... At least she had a choice of which sweaty boy to bunk with. That's why she responded with, "My dad. Yeah, he's a nice guy. If I asked, he'd probably carry my bags for me," with a completely blank face, causing a chorus of groans to erupt from the lanky man beside her.

"Not quite what I was getting at, sweetheart. Imagine your dad isn't there."

"Why isn't he there? What happened to him?"

"He's dead."

Where the hell was he going with this now? They were off track already.

"So, in this hypothetical scenario, you've murdered my father?"

"I didn't murder him. Hypothetically. But he is dead," he continued in the hopes of getting her to react to him. There was nothing so far, so he needed to up the ante. "Yay! You get to join the dead dad club. We meet on Thursdays, and you get your own free badge, and if your other parent dies in the next five years, you get a ceremonial pen."

If he wasn't mistaken, the corners of her lips upturned slightly, just a tiny, subtle smile that she tried hard not to show. With newfound hope in his heart, he pushed a little harder and grinned, his big brown eyes shining brightly in excitement. "Now that Mr L/N is dead - RIP, he really was a great guy - who does that leave to wait on you?"

"Maybe a butler. Do you think we have enough money for me to afford a butler?"

"You're impossible."

Just before he could start his first tantrum of the holiday, another bellhop appeared with a falsely cheery, "I apologise for the wait -" He stopped as he saw their faces. "No way! Corroded Coffin?"

Neither of them had gotten used to being recognised at all - not that they minded much. They liked meeting fans and getting to interact with people who enjoyed their music. People who actually listened to their music - no matter how boring or pretentious their lyrics sounded to some - in their minds always seemed to be few and far between. They were never able to fully wrap their heads around their notoriety, but it made them feel important, like, 'hey, we produce content that people enjoy and consume in their free time' and that was one of the best feelings in the world.

"Two-fifths of Corroded Coffin, but hey, you got the best two," Eddie playfully commented as he placed their bags on the luggage cart that was stationed near them.

"Livin' For The End Of The World is your best album, no question," the bellhop said in awe, looking back and forth between them, a look of amazement written all over his face. "I sing that entire album to my kid sister sometimes, ya know."

"Your sister, does she like it?" Y/N queried curiously, genuinely wanting to know whether children were responsive to their music.

"My sister loves it." So children do vibe with it. Or maybe just that child in particular. Whatever the case, it was a mini win.

As they headed towards their hotel room, Eddie noticed how the bellhop seemed far more interested in Y/N than him. That was fair. Y/N was a fucking rock goddess after all, and their male fans weren't exactly immune to her natural charms.

Fuck, Eddie wasn't immune to her charm either, and that's why he slyly placed his hand on her waist when they got into the elevator and smiled smugly down at her, making sure to flash those dimples which she had told him she loved on multiple occasions. She pretended not to notice, though. Instead, she focused her attention back on the bellhop. Which Eddie wasn't too happy about. Why did these mediocre men that she didn't know even conjure the thought they had a chance with her?

"How's your tour going?"

"It's great. Fucking tiring. I'm about to fall asleep standing up; I'm sure of it. I know why cocaine is so prevalent in the industry now. But, yeah, we're doing good. Right, Ed?" He answered with a rigid nod. She thought that was all he was going to do. As Y/N was looking up at him with eyes that practically begged him to 'be nice', he tugged her flush against his body and locked his arms around her hips.

Everyone knew how touchy Eddie was. He had no reservations about kissing his male bandmates on the lips when they were on stage. Hugs were frequent. Originally, it was a lot to get used to, but Y/N did. Eventually. Yet, she soon realised that he'd treat her differently than the other members of Corroded Coffin. His love and affection for them were public for all to see. Completely unbeknown to Y/N, Eddie's love for her was different. He wanted their moments to be entirely private and not on the cover of the next issue of Kerrang or Rolling Stone.

Their moments were just for them. Nobody else. A bellhop was somebody else, so she was a little confused by Eddie's actions. Still, if he was too spent to deal with this interaction, she'd do it all for him. No questions asked.

"He gets quiet when he's exhausted. Normally, I can't get him to shut up," Y/N reassured the bellhop with a chuckle to hide the concern creeping into her mind about the state of her friend.

Sure, what she said was true. Eddie did get considerably less flamboyant and animated, and the volume of his declarations decreased heavily when he got tired. He'd never turned into a mute before. Hell, he even spoke in his sleep. But something felt different tonight, something in his demeanour made Y/N suddenly... a little hot and bothered. she'd never admit it, but with how firm a grasp he had on her, she felt a bubbling sensation rise inside her stomach. It was warm and comforting, and she found herself leaning into his hold, enjoying the heat radiating off his body.

"So, is this a couples retreat, or do I have a chance at meeting the other members?" Josh eagerly questioned, his eyes sparkling excitedly as they travelled from Y/N to Eddie and back again, clearly eager to know.

Now, Josh's question was crafted, though it's doubtful he intended it in that manner. There were so many ways it could be answered and potentially backfire.

'Our bandmates are around the hotel somewhere.'

1) Missing the first part where Josh insinuated that they were a couple. Suspicious. Josh would try to read between the lines.

2) There was a possibility that the eager bellhop will go scouring the establishment for the remaining three members of Corroded Coffin.

3) If 2) happens, Josh finds a grumpy Gareth, who knows if he'll still consider himself a fan after dealing with the disgruntled drummer.

Or they could jump straight in with, "We're not a couple.'

1) So, the focus was on their relationship, huh? That's the first thing that was picked up on. Also suspicious.

2) Extra suspicious because of how the pair were invading each other's personal space.

3) Awkwardness commences, especially when they retreat to the privacy of their hotel room. Alone. Together. Alone together.

4) Just the fact that they were sharing a room could be used as the main evidence in their trial of love.

5) Plus, they hadn't answered his intended question, so they would need to provide follow-up statements.

Before Y/N could formulate a response, Eddie grumbled, "How slow is this fucking elevator?"

When she looked at him, she couldn't stop the laugh that burst from her mouth at the sour expression he wore. She was so lost in trying not to laugh at his childish behaviour that she missed the moment the bellhop replied, "We're almost there! Three more floors by the look of it."

"Seriously, I gotta pee," Eddie complained loudly, his voice echoing throughout the lift, causing Y/N to giggle even louder. And before either of them knew what hit them, the door to the lift opened and they were shown to their room. Eddie almost flew into the bathroom to relieve himself, not overly happy that he was leaving Y/N with the hot bellhop, but hey, that was better than pissing himself. When he returned, Josh had left and Y/N was happily lying face first on the bed, having jumped into its embrace the moment she was left alone.

"Nice view," he noted as playfully slapped her ass as he strutted to their bag to begin unpacking their clothes. Her only reply was a muffled whelp as her head somehow pressed further into the fluffy pillow. "Help me unpack your shit."

"Too comfy to move. Fuck off."

He rolled his eyes and chuckled, but wasn't going to let her get away with it. At first, he lightly poked her in the arm. No response. He shook her. Nothing. Okay, he can get more forceful. He shuffled to the end of the bed, knelt on the mattress and reached to lift her hips to get her to move. Shit. That was a compromising position. Her butt was right next to his crotch and the soft skin of her abdomen was on show as her shirt had fallen upwards as she groaned out a surprised (but also a very sleepy), "Eddie, what are you doing?"

His breath hitched as she moved against his touch, trying to wriggle herself back down to the mattress. A strangled muttering of something escaped through his clenched teeth as his dick twitched in anticipation. Nope. Not the time. Nope, nope, nope. God, he hoped that she wasn't reading this situation wrongly. Was she thinking that it wasn't an accident that he had just shifted her against his hardening groin? After several awkward moments in which he didn't dare breathe, he apologised sheepishly, "Sorry. Was just trying to pick you up," and flopped onto the duvet next to her, letting out an "Oof" when he hit the mattress with a thud.

Trying to ignore how badly needed the friction between his cock and the mattress, he realised that he had pushed past way what should have been a simple act of picking someone up, and wondered how he had managed to fuck this up so spectacularly. Instead of grinding down into the surface below him like he so desperately needed to, he let himself sink further into the comfort it provided.

"Comfy, huh?"

"Way too comfy."

After a few seconds passed without either of them saying anything else, he turned to look at her, a smirk slowly forming on his lips as he found that she'd fallen asleep, and was completely out for the count. He was too busy watching her peaceful features, admiring the sight of her plump rosy lips curving into a satisfied smile and how her cheek was squished against the pillow, he found it difficult to care enough about unpacking anymore.

Y/N hadn't been asleep for long, but she was rudely awoken by the customers in the next room arriving and slamming their door behind them. She groaned quietly, her eyes blinking open to find Eddie still next to her with pen and paper in his hand. He noticed her leaning up on her elbow to try and get a peek at what he was writing and immediately put his hand over her face to shield the pages from her prying eyes. "Show me, loser."

"No fucking way," he scoffed, shaking his head as he tried in vain to cover up what he was writing, but that was probably pointless anyway.

"Come on. Show me."

"No," he repeated defiantly, his voice a bit deeper and raspier than normal, and that was definitely noted by her.

That didn't stop her from moving his hands away from her face and crawling closer to see what he was so secretive about anyway. When she reached for one of the papers, he didn't stop her; instead, he let his head fall back and closed his eyes.

"Owner Of My Heart?"

"It's a work in progress. Very early draft. It's not worth reading."

She rested her head against his shoulder - admittedly, she hadn't woken up yet - and read what he'd written yet.

One thousand is the number of the rejected

Still pretty as a picture, you

I only want to be your fool

I'm still just as crazy in tune

If you want to break the spell, baby girl

You break me too

I've learned from my mistakes

I'm just a little less lonely these days

Because of your smile? lips? heart?

That's all he had. That's all the paper said.

"I like it so far. It's kind of sad." She looked up at him and had to ask, "Are you okay?" His gaze fell to hers and the moment their stares met, she found herself drowning in them. It seemed to be taking every ounce of willpower to not let her heart skip a beat as he stared at her with such intensity, and she had to fight the urge to blush under his stare.

"Yeah, I'm okay," he eventually responded, breaking eye contact to look down at his lap, his fingers anxiously fidgeting with his pen as a faint smile pulled on his lips and he looked down at the sheet he had just written on. If only she knew.

An unexpected wave of nervousness - one even worse than her typical pre-show jitters - reared its head as she forced herself to inquire, "So...who's this 'owner' then?"

Lie. Just fucking lie, Eddie.

"She's imaginary."

Oh, thank god.

"I don't have to find the misguided girl that broke your heart and kick her ass?"

"You? Kick her ass?"

"Well, I'd write her a very strongly worded letter."

He was laughing, now. And he laughed loud, hearty and genuine, making her grin despite her misgivings. Once he had calmed himself, he averted his gaze and admitted, "Yeah, she hasn't broken my heart yet." His gaze flickered up briefly to meet hers. "There's no need to worry about it."

'Yet' Y/N noticed. There was a girl. She was real. She could see his hesitation towards telling her about 'her', how worried he was when talking about 'her', the small signs, everything. And he never mentioned it. Not once. Getting up, she beelined for the bathroom, trying to hide her mixed feelings as she called over her shoulder, "I'm going to shower. You don't need the bathroom, do you?"

"No, no, go ahead."

As she walked over to where she'd left her bag, her feet dragging slightly, she tried to push the thoughts of Eddie and the phantom woman out of her mind. She knew what happened if she got sucked into a maelstrom of thoughts of a broken heart. Corroded Coffin would have more sad songs added to their next album at this rate.

Once she had singed the outer layer of her skin off with the hottest shower possible, Y/N wrapped herself in a towel and walked back out to find that their other bandmates had made an appearance. Jeff wolf-whistled, Simon (after checking that she wasn't on show at all) snapped a photo and Gareth playfully declared, "Ed, if you want us to leave the room so you two can get on with your 'business', we can."

Gareth was rewarded with a swift hit to the back of the head with a pillow by Eddie who glared daggers in Gareth's direction, but soon his expression turned back into what it was before: bashful with his eyes filled with awe as they wandered all over Y/N's figure.

"Why are you all acting like you haven't seen all of this before?"

Life on the road means you get very, very close to people - maybe closer than you'd ever wish. Their tour bus was relatively small so there were not many secrets between band members.

"I, for one, haven't seen a semi-naked woman in around four days. I like to take the opportunity whenever I can," Gareth smirked, rubbing his hands together enthusiastically as he looked down at Y/N again and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. She snorted and shook her head, rolling her eyes playfully as she grabbed her fresh clothes and makeup bag, then returned to the confines of the bathroom.

Quietly, so she wouldn't be able to hear through the door, Eddie reprimanded the other boys, "Stop doing shit like that."

"Why? Y/N doesn't mind. She always does it to us too."

"Jeffrey, my darling idiot boy, it's not Y/N who has a problem with men leering at her, it's Eddie who doesn't like it," Simon explained with a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. Eddie groaned at the truthful analysis, and his cheeks began to flush as he looked down at the floor, unable to bring himself to meet Y/N's amused gaze when she walked out of the bathroom looking all clean and perfect.

Well, not perfect. Like the rest of the band, she had that 'crafted messy' look. An old black crop that had Joan Jett on the front and was fraying at the hem is all that she wore on top, no bra, no coat (they were in Nevada in summer, there was no need), just that thin fabric. Not much was left to the imagination of what she looked like under there. Her green cargo pants, however, were baggy and covered in pockets as they hung on her hips. It looked like it had been worn countless times, and yet it seemed to fit with her curves.

Perfect. Or at least she was to Eddie.

"I'm hungry. Room service or shall we go down to dinner? Is it still open?" she asked the boys. Why she thought they had any clue was beyond her.

"Room service!" It was quite creepy how they all responded in unison. They had been stuck with each other for far too long and it showed.

Within no time, they were all stuffing their faces and watching TV, all crowded on Y/N and Eddie's bed - presumably getting crumbs everywhere. Gareth had huddled himself between the couple and Simon took the opportunity to tease, "I'm sure this bed is large enough for Gareth to share with you two."

"Gross. That's like sleeping in between my parents."

Over the years, the two older members of the band had taken on a sort of parental role for the other boys. Y/N had never considered herself motherly before, but she knew what the boys lacked in common sense, they made up for with enthusiasm, which can be a dangerous mix in the industry that they were in. None of their homes had been particularly stable, with some being more neglectful than others, so Y/N and Eddie tried their hardest to steer the younger ones away from stupid decisions. Especially Gareth who was the youngest and stupidest. It was difficult due to the fact they were also still young and stupid, not to mention the fact that the rock scene often offered them tempting ways to seriously mess up their lives.

"Aw, does our little babygirl not want to cuddle up to mommy and daddy?" Eddie teased Gareth, poking him in the ribs as the boy tried to squirm away from the touch.

Y/N chuckled, reaching behind Gareth to ruffle his hair affectionately, but found that it was tangled beyond belief. She wiped off her hands, pushed the remainder of her fries onto Eddie's plate and slotted in the space between Gareth and the headboard.

"Sweetheart, can you get my brush for me, please?" They knew who she was talking to despite the fact that she hadn't looked away from Gareth's unkempt bush that he called hair. Eddie was on it immediately and retrieved it for her, placing the comb in her hand before he returned to gobbling down the last bit of her food.

"When was the last time you brushed this, stupid?" she asked Gareth, untangling what she could with her fingers to be more gentle in preparation for the comb's bristles against his scalp. Her soft touch didn't make any difference. He winced anyways, shying away from her touch as he attempted to move away. "If you took care of it more often, it wouldn't hurt as much when I have to do this."

Gareth pouted as he continued to glare daggers at her before relenting and moving to allow her full access to his hair. She began to brush out the knots in slow motion, careful to avoid irritating him further, even though he was already starting to calm down. As she worked her way slowly, meticulously brushing away whatever knots might still be lurking around his mane of curls, Y/N heard him whisper, "Thank you."

"Anything for our babygirl."

Even though the boy had been complaining about it since forever, Gareth liked it when they babied him. He loved the affection, he craved it. He knew he was lucky to have such caring friends who did everything in their power to ensure he felt cared for and appreciated. He wasn't used to feeling that way before that band. It had been foreign, unfamiliar, but something he'd always wanted.

Over time, he became so calm that he fell asleep with his head resting against Y/N's chest. She smiled softly as she looked at him, nudging Eddie so he'd notice too, then glanced up at the other two. Simon, in his effort not to fall off the side of the bed, had gripped onto Jeff and the pair had also fallen asleep with Simon's camera just about to fall from his hands. Despite how annoying he was with it, that camera was special. Eddie silently crept towards him and gently wiggled the device from Simon's grasp. Eddie stood in front of the TV and snapped a photo of his band, needing to capture such a sweet moment, then safely placed the camera down on the bedside table and returned to his place beside Y/N.

When he saw the smile on her face, he couldn't help but mirror it in turn. In that instant, he swore that he would give anything in the world to stay in that moment forever; because in that moment, he realised exactly what platonic love was. And he knew with 100% certainty that wasn't what he felt for Y/N. She was like sunshine, like flowers blooming in springtime, like the stars in the night sky, like the rain that falls at twilight. It may sound simple to most, and probably is, but he felt complete when she was by his side, as though everything else in the world was completely insignificant compared to this girl next to him.

With that thought in his mind, he slithered his arm around her shoulders and guided her head to his shoulder, kissing the crown of her head gently as he closed his eyes and sighed contently. A million thoughts raced through his head at once as he held onto his beloved - the love of his life - as if she was the only person who existed in the whole universe. But he didn't dare tell her any of that right now. Instead, he decided to let them have the moment in peace, letting him savour the warmth and security he felt when she was curled up in his arms.

Just before she fell asleep, Y/N lifted her head to place a sleepy kiss on his cheek and mumbled, "Love you."

Eddie grinned widely, knowing full well that she wasn't awake enough to understand that she spoke the words aloud, and replied softly into her hair, "Love you too, doll." As Y/N began to drift off, he kissed her hairline lovingly before he followed her lead.

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It started out as little whines as it always did. The band were used to Eddie's nightmares by now. They weren't as frequent as they used to be, but if something particularly exciting had happened or he had yet to adapt to their new surroundings yet, they would rear their ugly head again.

Y/N, being in the closest proximity to Eddie, was the first to be awoken by his pained sounds. She slowly tried to weasel herself out from under Gareth. Once she managed to escape and carefully climbed out of the middle of the bed so she could sit on the tiny gap he'd left on the end, feeling so bad that she had to ignore how he sounded like a kicked puppy until she was in the position to comfort him. Gareth grumbled in protest but went back to sleep almost immediately.

"It's okay, honey. I've got you," she whispered, her fingers drawing soft circles on his hand in a desperate attempt to calm him without waking him up completely. His brows were furrowed tightly together as he let out small whimpers and shuddered. His nails dug into his palms, so she pulled on his fingers and slipped her hand into his to ensure he would hurt himself.

Eddie's eyes snapped open, fear filling them before he looked at Y/N frantically, his breathing growing laboured. It took him a minute to realise where they were, but as soon as he registered where they were, his hands flew to his face as his mouth fell agape. "I'm sorry," he said weakly after a beat of silence, his voice hoarse and shaky. "I didn't mean to wake you." He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to will away any remaining traces of his old fears and memories. As much as he hated feeling vulnerable and afraid, at least it hadn't gotten so bad that he woke the other boys this time.

"Hey, it's alright. You're safe here," she said softly, gently brushing the hair out of his face. She stroked his cheek tenderly and gave him a soft smile, causing him to close his eyes again with a sigh and relax into her touch. "It's going to be okay. You're okay. We're okay."

For a while they both sat quietly, not really knowing what else to do despite the fact that they'd been through this routine so many times. This was one of the reasons that she originally split the rooms as she did. Out of the band, she was the one who could best deal with his night terrors. Gareth would be grumpy if he was woken too abruptly. Simon gets overwhelmed easily. Jeff would be the next best, but he had a tendency to get overly emotional if he saw one of his friends in distress and, therefore, it would take Eddie more time to regain his composure. Y/N was the safest and, subsequently, the only choice.

"Do you want to talk about it? About anything?" Y/N asked as quietly and calmly as possible after a long pause. Eddie shook his head wordlessly. He didn't seem to want to open up and risk reliving his terrorized past all over again. He still found it terrifying just talking about it.

Her thumb stilled against his cheekbone for a moment and she watched him closely, searching his dark eyes for any sign of emotion. She could tell that he was struggling to keep his features blank even as his breathing hitched every few seconds.

"Can I get you anything?"

"A hug."

She nodded quickly and moved closer, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. He leaned into her, letting her hold him as his breaths calmed down and his shaking slowed down until he stopped altogether. He held her tightly against his body. Her arms felt nice wrapped around him, and she could feel the tension in his body dissipate as he relaxed into her embrace.

They stayed that way for a while.

Eventually, Eddie broke away and wiped his eyes hastily. "Sorry," he mumbled, his cheeks flushed red from embarrassment. He was grateful that she didn't press him and just allowed him the space to collect his thoughts, allowing him to process everything. She knew better than to push.

"I am going to pee myself if I don't go now. I promise I'll be back in two minutes."

Eddie gave a small nod as he released her and waited patiently for her to come back to the room. He wasn't sure how long he waited, but she returned as fast as she could. He had shifted to sit with his legs dangling over the side and had his head in his hands, resting his elbows atop his knees. His eyes were squeezed shut and he seemed like he was either doing deep breathing exercises or attempting to hold back tears.

Y/N approached cautiously, kneeling between his legs on the floor and putting her hand on his thigh reassuringly. He opened his eyes and met hers as she smiled. He didn't say anything for a second but then, as his gaze softened slightly, he gave a short laugh. "That was a quick piss."

"Didn't even use the hand towel to dry my hands. I thought your jeans would be better," she joked and playfully wiped her wet hands against the fabric that covered his thighs. "Crazy that you fell asleep in jeans, by the way."

Instead of replying, Eddie slipped off the bed and made sure that he landed directly on top of her, forcing her back to hit the carpet with a soft "Oh fuck" leaving her lips. He smirked at her but the smirk turned into a genuine smile once she rolled her eyes at him. He braced himself on his elbows above her, his arms bracketing her head as she reached around to wrap her arms around his torso, pulling him into a bone crushing hug. And, he didn't fight it; he just let himself be held tight, revelling in the warmth of his friend's body, soaking up as much physical contact as humanly possible.

"I'm sorry I'm ruining your vacation."

"Nonsense." She released him for a moment to pull back and look at his expression which was a mix of guilt and sorrow. She cupped his face in her hands. "Your nightmares are never your fault, Eddie. Besides, you haven't ruined anything." She paused to tease, "Not yet."

He raised an eyebrow at her, his lips curled up in a half grin and she smiled back at him fondly. There was no missing out on the way he sighed heavily and buried his head into her neck, inhaling her scent. It was comforting in a way that no one ever really understood. He breathed in deeply again and she heard his breathing stutter slightly as the last vestiges of his nightmare faded from his mind.

"I'm about to fall asleep," he said quietly as Y/N continued to rub soothing circles on his waist.

"As comfy as this is now, I think it will feel like a total bitch if we stay all squished up here. Surely, the bed would be more comfortable."

Eddie hummed and agreed, moving to climb off her and came to the realisation, "Gareth has taken up all the space we left."

"That bitch."

Sprawled out like a starfish, the drummer hadn't left a single inch of free room and he had a smug look on his face, almost as if he knew what he'd done in his sleep. Y/N took a peak and scoffed at the display.

"I swear this is our bed," she pointed out as she swiped the one pillow that Gareth wasn't hogging and plopped it on the floor.

After retrieving the fluffy blanket that she always carried in her luggage because their tour bus could get seriously cold at night, Y/N lay on her side, gesturing for Eddie to slot himself in front of her. He hesitated for only a brief moment before joining her under the covers, snuggling closely to her so that his back was flush against her chest.

"Kinda like being the little spoon," he admitted quietly as she rubbed his arm.

"Only kind of?"

"Okay, I'm a big fan."

Reaching behind him, he found her hand and placed it on his chest over his heart, intertwining their fingers as he closed his eyes, his breathing finally slowing as exhaustion won out. A small noise escaped his throat and his grip around her tightened subconsciously as his body relaxed fully, falling deeper and deeper into his slumber.

Y/N couldn't help but smile warmly as she watched him relax and eventually drift off to sleep. She pressed her lips to his cheek before she closed her eyes, her own body relaxing in an effort to catch some shut eye as well.

"Dude, shh.. Only an asshole would wake them right now. Come on…"

"But, Jeff, Eddie's fat head is blocking the door and I want breakfast."

Gareth and Jeff's little bout of arguing had woken Y/N up. Her sleepy eyes blinked open and glanced over at her bandmates, who appeared to have started a new argument already. She frowned and rubbed her eyes, fighting the urge to roll her eyes when Simon snapped a photo.

She gave Eddie's hand a squeeze to wake him up enough that she could manoeuvre him away from the door so they could leave the room without causing any more commotion. Eddie, in his sleepy state, turned to face Y/N and poked his nose into her cheek, mumbling something unintelligible. Y/N chuckled softly and ran her fingers through his hair, making him purr as he nestled deeper into her skin.

"Nightmares?" Jeff mouthed, although he already knew the answer. She nodded and gave a look that assured him that Eddie was fine. Jeff shot her a sympathetic glance before heading out into the hallway and pulling the other two with him.

"Thank god they've left," Eddie mumbled as soon as they were outside of the door and out of sight.

"Thought you were still asleep."

He opened one eye to peek at her and she gave him a teasing smile as she brushed the hair out of his face. He smiled back but remained silent for another moment, reluctant to move from her embrace. They both seemed content to lie there and enjoy each other's company for a bit longer.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked eventually, his voice barely above a whisper.

"It would be best if I went spa then pool, right? Or would the spa person prefer it if I smelt more like chlorine than myself?" she rambled, saying exactly what was on her mind without hesitation. It was a lot of meaningless things to ponder about. But she did it anyway. "Or, would it be better if I did the one today and the other tomorrow?"

A quiet chuckle left his lips, bringing a smile to her face as she turned her head to look across at him. "What's your judgement, Edward?"

"You could stay here with me all day?" He offered a lazy smile, a light blush covering his cheeks and his eyes crinkling at the corners. He looked absolutely adorable.

She let out a laugh, a smile tugging at her lips. "That is tempting and I'm sure the maid has seen much weirder shit than two idiots giggling on the floor," she teased, trying her best not to lose herself in his eyes.

"I don't know who you're talking about. I'm a man. I don't giggle."

"Oh yeah?"

Her fingers found their way to his neck and she tickled him to prove her point. He scrunched his cheek to his shoulder in a futile attempt to suppress his giggles, the sound of it vibrating through his whole body. It only made the laughter worse. As he began to writhe and twist beneath her, she continued until he managed to catch both of her hands in his grasp, stopping their movements.

"You don't giggle, huh?"

"Shut it."

They both burst into fits of laughter and Eddie sat up to lean against the side of the bed, resting his head against the mattress while she stood up, stretching her legs and arms above her head, her shirt riding up to show off more of her skin.

He felt his eyes wander up and down her figure, lingering on every part of her body. He wanted nothing more than to run his hands along every curve, tracing every contour, and to kiss every inch of exposed skin that he could reach, memorising every centimetre of her. He wanted to touch every bit of her, taste every drop of her, and savour her every sensation. He wanted to worship her and worship her until she was begging for more.

"You hungry?" she asked as she placed the pillow back and the blanket neatly folded at the foot of the bed.

"Very."

She held out her hands to help him up off of the ground and he gladly accepted her offer. Shaking the sleepiness off and ignoring the sudden ache low in his stomach at just the thought of her touching him, he followed her lead as she prepared herself to go into public.

Their bandmates were still devouring the breakfast buffet when they arrived, which was surprising to no-one. Even after years together, Y/N was still astonished by how quickly they could a) find food and b) completely clear their plates - that is if they even bothered to use plates in the first place.

"Look who finally woke up!" Gareth exclaimed with a mouth full of pancake and sausage, waving his fork towards them.

"Well, scientists have proved that being forced onto the floor reduces the potency of sleep," Eddie lied drily, leaning forward and taking the piece of bacon Gareth was about to eat from him.

"Hey! Give me back my bacon, dumbass!"

"It's payback," Ed said between chews.

"Bite me!"

Eddie chuckled as Gareth pouted childishly and turned his face to Y/N, completely under the impression she'd be sympathetic to him. He didn't have any luck however as she simply shrugged in response with an easy smile and moved to gather her own meal with Eddie on her heels.

After thoroughly taking advantage of the buffet, the pair sat with their friends and ate their fill, enjoying their time together once again and just generally enjoying themselves.There was so much more to love and cherish in this band than just the music they produced. They got to share joys with each other in these beautiful locations across the globe, where they shared memories that meant the world to them. And the best part? Their label paid for it. Nothing tastes better than free.

All the boys expressed their interest in going to the pool. That settled Y/N's indecisiveness about what she was going to do that day. The spa it was. Honestly, she just wanted one moment alone. Maybe that was selfish of her, but she'd been attached at the hip to all four of them for so long. She missed being able to spend some uninterrupted time focusing on herself instead of worrying about her boys.

"Sunscreen." She handed Eddie a bottle as they prepared for the day's activities. The pair had returned to their room to get changed into their swim gear and Y/N knew, for an absolute fact, that none of the boys would have even thought about bringing SPF in their bags. "Simon burns easily so really get on his case."

He rolled his eyes but took the bottle nonetheless. "Yeah, yeah…" She grinned and reached up to flick his forehead playfully, laughing when she heard his grumble of annoyance. "Fine. I'll make sure they put the fucking lotion on."

"Good boy."

Red immediately rushed to Eddie's cheeks as he averted his gaze from hers with a sheepish grin. Did she have any idea what that would do to him? To his poor hormones? His heart fluttered in his chest as his eyes lingered on her for several seconds too long, the heat from his blush slowly rising up to his ears, then he hurried into the bathroom and shut the door.

When he'd changed into his trunks, she had already left, presumably heading to the spa. Eddie grabbed the sunscreen with a huff and made his way to the pool. He spotted Jeff sitting underneath a parasol by one of the larger pools, watching as Simon was happily trying to drown Gareth. A wicked grin crept over Eddie's face as he saw the scene before him. "I like what I'm seeing here, bring me up to speed."

"Gareth took a picture of his junk with Si's camera," Jeff replied nonchalantly, keeping his eyes focused on the water as the two of them continued to play around in the pool.

"Again?"

Eventually, Simon did let Gareth up for a breath and he splashed back with a big slap to the water. The boys soon were attacking each other in the water and ignoring the warnings of the surrounding lifeguards.

Meanwhile, Y/N was thoroughly relaxed as a lovely lady gave her a manicure, allowing her body to relax into the chair. Just talking to another woman was a breath of fresh air after dealing with so much masculinity for so long, she decided. As they talked, she couldn't help but feel extremely happy; her smile never failed to grace her lips.

After all those years of Y/N learning to take care of herself and her band and being so independent, it felt good to be pampered every now and then. There weren't many occasions where she actually needed someone to take care of her, but it was nice to indulge a little once in a while. Plus, having pretty nails is, well, pretty. And who doesn't want to feel pretty?

Then it was onto the body scrubbing, the facial massage, the pedicures, the seaweed wraps… everything seemed endless. Y/N got sick of all these people touching her. There was a tactile threshold and before they even got halfway through, Y/N decided it was time to cut her session short. She thanked the women politely, bid them goodbye, and headed straight towards where she knew her friends would be.

Somehow, they'd acquired water guns - maybe they'd stolen them from an unlucky child - and as soon as Y/N was spotted, they ambushed her with screams of delight. Y/N laughed as they attacked her with the water, trying to dodge most of their attacks but unable to avoid getting sprayed in the face multiple times. "Four vs one? Hardly fair, boys," she chided playfully. Eddie walked up behind her and wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her close, his gun resting against her temple.

"Guns down or the Princess gets it!"

Going along with it, the other three slowly lowered their toys and were rather surprised when they each got a shot of water straight to the face. Eddie smiled smugly down at Y/N as he pretended to blow the smoke from his gun. "Ah, the humble gunslinger saves the damsel once again," he cheered playfully, holding his hand up to high five her but she slapped it away playfully before snatching the toy from his hand and aiming it at his face.

"Dumbass."

As she aimed the gun directly at his nose, Eddie's eyes widened comically as he scrambled to get away from her and ran towards the water's edge, falling flat onto his back with a splash and yelping at the cold liquid. Eddie looked up to see Y/N laughing hysterically above him, not a trace of remorse to be found on her expression. He watched Simon throw himself towards Jeff and tackle him under the water as Gareth did the same to Y/N.

The all too familiar sound of a whistle filled the air and everyone stopped fighting and began to look up at where the noise came from. The lifeguard stood there, staring at them with a disapproving look on his face.

"One more warning and you're out."

Corroded Coffin was silent for a moment, then, one by one, they happened to catch each other's eye and couldn't hold it back. A slew of boisterous laughter bubbled its way from their throats, causing the lifeguard to shake his head in disbelief.

"How many warnings have you guys had?" Y/N asked breathlessly once the group managed to collect themselves.

"Two," Simon replied.

Jeff thought it was "Three."

"No, it's four," Gareth argued.

Y/N turned to Eddie and raised an eyebrow. He mouthed, "Seven." He'd been counting "Let's go before we get kicked out."

They all nodded and followed Eddie out of the pool, leaving a trail of wet footprints towards their towels where the rest of their stuff laid. Y/N was the last to get out of the pool and Eddie had to refrain from obviously leering at her as she pulled herself out, her bikini clad body glistening in the sunshine.

"Jesus Ed, buddy, your eyes are bulging out of your head," Jeff teased and slapped his friend on the shoulder as he passed.

Gareth spun a towel in a spiral and whipped it against the guitarist's back, laughing and joking that, "Not the only thing that bulging."

If there weren't children around, Eddie was sure he and Gareth would've gotten in a tussle as the younger boy would try to yank his trunks down. So, in an effort to stop that thought before it even arrived, Eddie slapped Gareth around the back of the head. Of course, Gareth retaliated with a jab to his ribs, which resulted in Eddie getting him in a headlock.

"Gonna give up?"

"Give me all you got, old man."

Simon, Jeff and Y/N sat back on the loungers, paying not much attention to the two fighting boys. It wouldn't be long before they'd be done anyway. Little squabbles happened all the time and it never lasted more than five minutes.

Giving a quick glance over to her idiots, Y/N got distracted from rubbing sunscreen into her legs by how stupidly hot Eddie looked as the sun kissed his neck with golden glow and his eyes crinkled at the edges as he smiled and taunted Gareth. Even his hair looked amazing despite it being sopping wet, his dark brown curls just begging for her fingers to run through.

God. She shook her head slightly, snapping herself out of her thoughts and continued applying the SPF. "Si, when did you last reapply?" she called out to him, turning back to watch the scene with amusement.

His face scrunched up briefly, clearly thinking hard as he racked his brain, but then just shrugged. That was super helpful. She knelt beside him and squeezed a bunch of lotion in hand and started on his back as he did his front.

"Dude, don't come near me," Gareth jovially huffed as he finally managed to get far enough away from his attacker that he could breathe properly. Eddie cocked an amused brow at him, raising his eyebrows suggestively as if asking if he was conceding.

Clearly, the fight was coming to an end, but to make sure it one hundred percent did, Gareth hurried behind Y/N and pulled her to her feet, using her as a human shield from any further attempts from Eddie.

"Okay! Okay, I yield. I surrender."

Eddie prayed that Y/N didn't notice how his eyes wandered as she stood before him, her wet shorts clinging to her thighs and exposing every curve of her body and making him feel all sorts of things. He swallowed thickly as he forced himself to concentrate as she handed him the bottle of sunscreen. "There ya go, big guy."

"Do you, uh, do you need me to get your back?"

"Would you?"

Perched on the lounger, Eddie was gentle and slow as he caressed her skin, working his way over the dips in her shoulders and down to her hips. He was careful not to apply too much pressure and as such, his hands gently glided over her skin as she lay prone. Y/N sighed softly as his callused fingertips stroked her smooth skin as if she were made of porcelain, his touch sending shivers throughout her whole body.

"Want me to pay you back?"

"Would you?"

Honestly, Eddie didn't give a shit whether he burnt or not. Yet, he wouldn't pass up an opportunity to have her hands all over him. Not when her beautiful eyes stared intently at him, almost hypnotizingly so.

The other boys were used to being third, fourth and fifth wheels at this point and didn't bat an eyelid when they heard Eddie let out a pleased sigh as Y/N applied lotion to his chest and back. They knew better than to interrupt and so they remained quiet, content to pretend they weren't there for 'mommy and daddy's private time' as they teasingly named it.

"I like your nails," Eddie complimented, admiring the way her hands danced across his shoulder blades and the back of his neck. His voice was low, husky and deep and just as intoxicating. "They look like they could be used as weapons."

Teasingly, she dragged the nail on her forefinger down his peck, leaving a small trail of red as she went. Eddie gulped, feeling a bit lightheaded as he tried desperately not to look as affected as he felt. He quickly wiped his palms against his thighs, determined to not show how much Y/N's touch affected him and gave a weak laugh. Nowhere in her brain did she realise how sensual of an action it was and yet, somehow, she still seemed innocent as she smiled down at him and said, "I'm still getting used to the whole picking thing up bit. You wouldn't believe how long it took me to get my card out of my wallet when I went to pay."

"How long?"

"A total of four whole minutes."

"Are you two done eye-fucking? I want to go to the casino."

Both Eddie and Y/N snapped their heads around to glare at Gareth who now had an amused smirk plastered on his lips and the toy gun pointed at their faces. Simon and Jeff had disappeared somewhere along the way, most likely to the arcade, and left the babygirl behind.

"Why can't you go by yourself?" Eddie asked, his voice betraying his annoyance at having his privacy invaded. He'd just gotten some peace and quiet and here Gareth was, ruining everything.

"Because, you twats," he drawled lazily, waving the toy gun around as he spoke. "I need supervision so I don't spend my entire life savings."

"For once, our babygirl makes a good point," Y/N interjected, nodding in agreement with Gareth as her hand unconsciously played with the ends of Eddie's damp hair. "Go shower, put some clean clothes on and maybe we'll come with you to the casino."

The moment Gareth heard her words, he jumped up and quickly kissed her on the cheek, mumbling, "You won't regret this," as he skipped his way to do as she said.

Once he was gone, Eddie flopped backwards onto the deck chair and pouted. "You're such a pushover," he grumbled.

"And what about you? Are you gonna be a spoilsport?" Y/N asked, grinning mischievously at him. "Or are you going to let the two of us have all the fun?" Eddie's face instantly broke out in a huge grin as she playfully pushed him off of the lounger.

When he hit the floor, he didn't hesitate to pretend to be dead and rolled around for a few seconds until he posed - his head resting on his palm with his elbow touching the ground and his leg bent at the knee with his foot firmly placed by his other knee - and joked, "This sexy son of a gun is going to bet away all of his cold hard cash tonight."

And judging by the twinkle in his eye, that might just be true.

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Gambling is addictive, no matter how much you know your odds. It was always there, always lurking in the shadows, waiting to pull you down into its clutches where it would keep you there until your bank account was in the negative. Yet, it's fun. That's how it gets you.

"Do I look like 'I'm a smart, sophisticated woman who is going to win some money' or, you know, a whore?" Y/N asked as she smoothed down her dress. Eddie had just exited the bathroom and was looking over at her, his eyebrows raised slightly in surprise at how beautiful she looked.

Not that she wasn't pretty. Because she was. And Eddie knew for a fact that she was - he didn't know much, but he knew that. But he wasn't expecting the way her hair fell over her shoulders, tumbling down to frame her perfect face, making his fingers itch to brush the silky strands away so he could see her eyes better. And how her dress was that perfect mix of effortless elegance and classic grunge style, showing off her curves beautifully. Eddie didn't really have time to think about it though as he watched as she smiled at him, holding out her hand expectantly.

"What do you think? Do I look classy?" Her eyes were twinkling mischievously, challenging his reaction.

Obviously he wasn't going to refuse a chance at holding her hand; especially not if that meant he got to look at her lovely smile all night. So, he took her hand and twirled her around, grinning broadly. "You're the classiest looking whore I've ever seen," he told her, causing Y/N to laugh.

"How much could I charge?" she murmured playfully, leaning against him before pulling away. Eddie's arms automatically went back down and his hands landed on his hips awkwardly, unsure of what to do next.

"Doesn't matter, I'd bankrupt myself," he flirted, trying to ignore the butterflies in his stomach that seemed to suddenly appear. She playfully rolled her eyes and turned to leave before turning back to the mirror once again to fix her hair. Coming up behind her, Eddie gently guided her wrists away from her head and held them down at her sides, trapping her wrists with his own. "Stop messing, you look beautiful." He leaned down to whisper in her ear, nuzzling against her neck with a smirk on his lips. "And I mean it."

He could swear he saw her flush, and that made his heart swell with pride. He felt like he had accomplished something important. She turned in his grip, looking him in the eye. She was close enough to him that he could smell the sweet scent of her perfume. Oh no, he was feeling light headed.

"You don't look too bad yourself, Munson," Y/N replied teasingly, a wicked grin spreading across her features as she watched him blush in response.

"Well, thank you, my lady."

Jovially, Eddie gave a sweeping bow and kissed the back of Y/N's hand like a mediaeval Knight would a Princess' hand. Y/N laughed and shook her head at him, her laugh soon turning to a giggle as he lifted her off the ground and happily spun her around. "Edward, put - put me down! Ed! Oh my God!" she protested, still laughing uncontrollably as she struggled weakly to escape his hold. His laughter echoed throughout the hotel room as his hands gently rested on her waist, keeping her firmly in place.

His laugh died down as he looked down at Y/N and realised how close their faces were, their breath mingling together slightly and their eyes locked. He swallowed thickly as he tried to think of anything else besides her soft pink lips and her beautiful eyes as she looked at him. Just as he placed her down and went to lean in and kiss her softly, someone knocked loudly on the door.

From the other side of the wood, Gareth yelled, "Guys, Simon and Jeff are coming too. Get out here!" Startled by his friend's voice, Eddie quickly pulled away from Y/N and straightened up, cursing under his breath at the missed opportunity. He hadn't wanted to let her go yet. But unfortunately, their friends were knocking again, louder than before. He sighed wearily and ran a hand through his hair.

"Come on, sweetheart, our children are waiting for us."

The pair exited the room and made their way with the rest of Corroded Coffin to the casinos to spend way too much money on....? The atmosphere? The comradery? The chance of getting more money, yeah, that's most likely.

As he followed Y/N down the hall, Eddie was sure that he should've been caught checking her out. But he couldn't bring himself to care, too distracted by his own thoughts of how she was so fucking gorgeous, how he could just grab her hand and drag her into the nearest room to make love to her. He found himself smiling as she turned around to flash him a smile - one that caused his knees to weaken - and held out her hand again. "Hey, slow poke, you're lagging behind."

"Oh," he replied lamely, taking her hand and intertwining his fingers with hers. He hoped she wouldn't notice how sweaty his hands were. He kept his eyes averted from her while following the group to the casino entrance. If she noticed, she didn't say anything about it as they walked out into the hot Vegas air.

There were people everywhere - all dressed in expensive clothing and designer shoes, sipping champagne and chatting with each other in a loud, cheery tone. Five years ago, Eddie thought that it was a sight he'd never see. All the luxury and extravagance around him only served to remind him of how far the band had come. How far their dream had come. He was proud to call himself a part of it. He knew it probably wouldn't last forever, but he certainly wasn't ready to give up on it now.

"Woah," Gareth exclaimed, staring in disbelief at one of the waterfall features, promptly walking over to it like he was in a trance and sticking his hand into it, his mouth open in amazement. He glanced over his shoulder at Eddie and Y/N with an excited look on his face.

"I don't get it. There is water in Hawkins," Eddie said dumbfoundedly, walking toward his friend and tugging his hand away before he soaked all of his clothes. He hadn't forgotten how many times this kid had gotten drunk and ended up in a fountain.

Y/N looked at Jeff and Simon with a questioning look, finding that they were staring at her expectantly, as if she would tell them what to do. Admittedly, there was so much choice. With 2,300 slot machines and 115 table games, it was hard to pick. And even harder to choose wisely when you don't exactly have a clue how to play. "I don't know what you're staring at me like that for. I'm here for the bar," she stated simply. She had no idea why they expected her to have a single clue about all this shit. With a humorous huff of "Go ask your father," Y/N made a beeline to the bar.

A quick glance at the bartender revealed him to be a tall blonde who looked like a Greek god. "A pretty lady like you? I think you'd suit a Mai Tai," he told her flirtatiously, giving her the best crooked grin he possibly could. "Its name means 'out of this world', so it's fitting for someone such as yourself."

"Hit me with it," Y/N ordered, not even batting an eyelash, not bothering to say anything different. If he thought she would like a Mai Tai, she was getting a Mai Tai, damn it.

"Sure thing, beautiful."

Turning around, the man started to prepare her drink, whistling a jaunty tune as he did so. Y/N looked around the area she was in curiously, taking in all the flashy things and the bright colours. It felt like she was watching a movie, except the film didn't look quite real because, well, it was a 360° shot. Everything looked so unreal.

As the bartender brought her drink, Y/N reached for the glass and took a small sip, instantly feeling the tingle of the alcohol burning its way down her throat and warming her chest. "Wow," she muttered, impressed by the taste of it. "I thought it was expensive, but fuck, I'd pay double for that."

"It's on the house."

"Oh. Thank you."

From where he was standing, Eddie could see Y/N chat to the handsome bartender and blurted out, "What do you think they're talking about?" He'd interrupted himself and changed the subject from how to play Blackjack to 'huh, the girl I like is talking to someone else'. He winced internally as the words left his lips. Shit, he sounds like a complete fool...

"Probably what drink she's ordering," Simon answered plainly, shrugging his shoulders.

"Yeah, that tends to be why people talk to bartenders," Gareth snorted, a sly grin forming on his face when he added, "But, Y/N's already got her drink in her hand so it's not that."

Frankly, the band was tired of the two of them swooning after each other. It had been five years of constant longing glances and meaningful touches, and yet, the both of them were oblivious to each other, making everyone want to gag. It was borderline infuriating and gross at times.

They had been flirting nonstop since their first day of rehearsals. They weren't subtle, either. Eddie had actually dropped his guitar, his pride and joy, when Y/N turned up to the Corroded Coffin open auditions all those fateful years ago. Then he pushed Gareth in front of him so the younger boy would have to do the introductions - something he never allowed Gareth to do because he'd once ruined an audition in two seconds when he asked, "who's the cute chick?" and it was actually a man with a very fragile ego and a good right hook.

Y/N, on the other hand, hadn't applied rouge that day but it sure looked as if she did. At one point, Y/N accidentally tripped over her own feet when she had been two busy watching the way Eddie's biceps flexed when he scrambled to pick his guitar up and quickly darted her hand out to hold onto the nearest surface for support, forcefully wacking Jeff in the nuts. She didn't fall to the ground, but Jeff certainly did.

"Dude, you've got to do something about it," Jeff urged, trying not to laugh at the lovesick expression on their frontman's face. As annoying as Eddie was, he was still their boy. Their boy needed to either get laid and move on, or get the girl of his dreams. Jeff knew what he'd prefer if he was in Eddie's situation.

"Huh? Do something about what?"

Who knew what they were talking about. It's not as if it was obvious. "You're totally hopeless, dude." Jeff shook his head. He paused briefly before adding, "Seriously though... I don't know. Maybe just... Ask her?" He smiled encouragingly, and even though Jeff was trying his best to stop laughing, he wasn't doing a great job of it.

Judging by how Eddie's focus was entirely on Y/N, Jeff knew he wasn't being listened to. Not that it bothered Jeff much anyway; as long as they stopped being idiots and finally acted on their feelings for each other, then it was all good. Besides, it was kind of funny to watch.

"Do you think I should go over there?"

"You're going to do it no matter what I say."

Eddie was already walking towards the bar before Jeff had even finished his sentence. Jeff chuckled at his friend's dramatic flair as he watched him walk towards the woman talking animatedly, his hair slightly mussed from where he ran his hand through it. He reached Y/N in no time and made her jump when he placed his hand on the small of her back. "Oh fuck! Hey, Ed!" She calmed herself, "Try this."

Y/N held her straw near his mouth, and he took it hesitantly between his lips as his heart began beating rapidly. He wasn't sure whether it was from the excitement or nervousness that was pumping through his veins right now, but whatever it was, it sure made everything seem like it was moving in slow motion. His eyes widened in surprise as he slowly sucked in some of the cocktail, savouring every bit of flavour and heat that spread throughout his body.

"Good, right?" Y/N asked eagerly as Eddie pulled the straw away, licking his lips unconsciously. Her eyes were zeroed in on his mouth, mesmerised at how pink they were.

"Fuuuck.. This tastes amazing." Despite how much the bartender was getting on his nerves, Eddie had to admit, his cocktails were good. "Two more of whatever these are, one for me and the other for my lovely lady, please barkeep." He raised his hand for emphasis, glancing briefly at Y/N to give her a wink that she returned with an innocent smile.

The bartender gave the pair a quick scan then proceeded to make the drinks without another word. As soon as Eddie had paid for his drinks and they were in hand, he grabbed Y/N's wrist and dragged her away from the counter and towards their bandmates, claiming that, "I've still got to explain how to play." And while that was true, maybe he had an ulterior motive.

Soon they were all crowded around Eddie as he taught them how to play Blackjack. According to the dealer, it was rather strange to have four young adults eagerly peering over the one of them who actually was taught how to play (by his uncle Wayne), so, to make it look less weird, Eddie hooked his arm around Y/N and pulled her so she was seated on his thigh.

High rollers always had their arm candy on their laps in all the gangster movies he'd seen. He figured it was only appropriate. Hell, she seemed to fit perfectly in his lap. As he glanced down at her, he noticed the way her cheeks lit up as she stared at the cards intently. Her attention went from person to person as her tongue stuck out the corner of her mouth in concentration. He loved watching her do that. She looked so sexy and so lost in the game.

"I think it's time to surrender," she whispered quietly into his ear, sending chills across his entire body. "Three or more and we lose."

Blackjack is a pretty easy game. Can you count to 21? Yep, you can play it. But Y/N had remained on his lap. She hadn't taken the stool beside him like their other bandmates. No, they were still working together as a team even though it would be possible to play as individuals.

"I can feel it. Our next card is going to be a two."

Nope. It was a five. Bust. "I know, I know. You told me so," he whispered in exasperation as she leaned down and pressed her forehead against his shoulder, chuckling softly at their misfortune. He wasn't mad in the slightest.

How could he be when she hadn't smacked his hand from her thigh yet? He'd been sliding it back and forth from her ass to a couple of inches up from her knee for so long now. He could feel her thighs, warm and soft underneath his hands, and that feeling alone was enough to drive him crazy. His fingers traced patterns on the outside of her thigh, enjoying the sensation, and Y/N sighed contently as she wrapped her arm around his shoulders.

More and more games were played, most of which involved the band arguing amongst themselves and the dealer having to remind them that there were other people at the table too, and yes, it was rude to point and laugh when people went bust.

At one point, Y/N happened to notice how Eddie had begun to get more confident as they'd won a fair few games. He was leaning back in his seat, his bottom lip caught in between his teeth as he studied the cards on the table intently. Even his foot began tapping at the same pace his hand was drumming against her thigh. She found herself staring at him, entranced at how focused he was and how hot he was looking. It was quite fascinating to her, to say the least.

Unable to stop herself, she reached out and tucked one of his curls behind his ear. She couldn't help herself, she just wanted to touch him. He didn't appear to notice at first, too absorbed in playing Blackjack in front of them. But, when he heard her giggle, he looked up at her and grinned.

"I'm, uh, going to go to the bathroom," she mumbled out, the distant memory of one her girl friends recounting a story of a guy being able to feel your heartbeat on his lap if you're turned on firm in the front of her mind as she detangled herself from his grip, standing up quickly and brushing her skirt off and heading straight to the bathroom before he'd even gotten a chance to respond.

When the cubicle door closed behind her, the room felt colder than usual. She shivered lightly and let out a shaky breath as she leaned against the wall and closed her eyes, her mind still reeling with thoughts about how adorable Eddie looked whilst playing Blackjack. She wasn't ashamed to admit that the image had her practically drooling.

However, she was preoccupied. As she sat on the loo and her gaze fell to her underwear, she realised that they were way more damp than she'd hoped they would be. Shit. Could Eddie feel that? Or had her dress covered it? Shit. Shit. Shit. She tried her best to calm herself, praying to any god or goddess that she never believed in unless she was in a crisis.

"Oh shit," she murmured under her breath as she stood up and walked over to the sink, washing her hands, trying not to panic as she thought about what she was about to face.

Fuck it. She needs another drink. One thing's for certain, she was going to need it if he kept sliding his hand up her leg like he'd been doing for the last hour.

Eddie wasn't entirely sure why Y/N had taken so long in the bathroom. It had been a while since she left and he'd lost more times than he wanted to in that time. And when he saw her making her way from the bathroom to the bat, he was confused. Gambling ensures that the servers were giving them free drinks. She didn't need to go to the bar. So, why did she do it? Did something happen? Or did she want to talk to that bartender again? He certainly couldn't tell.

"Win big while I was gone?" Y/N asked as she returned. She dismissed his offer when he patted his thigh this time, choosing to stand behind him and lean down to whisper in his ear instead, causing his body temperature to rise exponentially in seconds.

"Think you might be my lucky charm, sweetheart."

From then on, she stood there, helping him out and massaging his shoulders, until Gareth got grumpy about how much he was losing and whined about moving onto the slots. "Babygirl, you're allowed to go on your own," Eddie argued, too deep in the game to want to leave.

Gareth was known for his tantrums. While Eddie's were brief stints of anger that were soon quelled, Gareth's strops could last days. One time, Simon had got his and Gareth's game boy confused because they'd bought the same colour. The younger boy pouted and whined for a whole two weeks. It was hell.

"Come on, big guy. I'll go with you," Y/N offered after seeing Gareth sulking in his chair. He perked right back up when she said it, hopping up immediately afterwards and almost skipping to the slot machines. Simon accompanied them too and soon the three of them were way too delighted to be losing money at a much faster rate than they were before, laughing and teasing each other as they lost more and more.

As the amount of dollars in their bank account went down, the number of alcoholic beverages they consumed went up. When Y/N finally wised up and stopped throwing money away, she pulled Gareth and Simon away, all giggling and smiling at whatever silly thing that had come to cross their minds.

"I'm going to tell Edward and Jeffrey that we're going out on the town!" Gareth exclaimed, downing the last morsel of his drink as if he'd gone without hydration for the past ten years. The other two weren't going to stop him.

With their heads resting against each other, Simon didn't even line up his frame as he took a picture of Gareth's retreating figure. Surely, it was blurry, lopsided and poorly lit, but he didn't care. "Got any glam shots of me tonight?" Y/N asked with a sly smile as she reached out to steal his camera so she could take a picture of him.

"A few."

"Only a few? I'm going to have to rectify that then."

She turned the lens to face her and took so many photos of her tipsy face, which was the nighties equivalent of a selfie. She laughed and took more pictures of her friend, laughing along with him and grinning widely as he threw his arms around her and posed stupidly for the camera until he ran out of film. Luckily, Simon always carried spares. (And so did Y/N in her purse in case he ran out of his spares. Honestly, that boy spent so much on film, she was surprised that he had any money left to lose in a casino.)

"Sorry to interrupt the photoshoot, but Gareth's beginning to annoy me. Let's get more drunk so I can deal with him."

The pair looked up to find Eddie laughing at them, shaking his head, amused. He held out his hand to help Y/N up off her seat but Simon interjected with a "Thanks, good buddy" and took his offer instead. Y/N stood up by herself.

Then it was onto the club, which they all knew would get messy. They entered the nightclub after taking time to herd the band together as Jeff had a tendency to walk away. Making their way through the doors, they were immediately met with flashing lights, loud music and people dancing wildly to some unknown pop tune. There were couples kissing in every corner of the place, swaying and grinding against each other and the DJ was blaring his voice directly into their ears.

"Go dance, I'll get us drinks," Eddie mumbled, pushing his band towards the dance floor. The boys were eager enough to listen to him as they disappeared into the throng of bodies dancing, their shouts of approval filling the air as they danced on.

"Need a hand carrying them?"

"No, go have fun, sweetheart."

"Nonsense."

She didn't listen and joined him, weaving through the crowd easily. They moved together, Eddie's arm wrapped firmly around her waist to keep her close to his side and Y/N's hand shoved in his ass pocket. They made their way to the counter and were greeted "Corroded Coffin!" by the woman taking the orders.

"That's us!" They cheered, high fiving the barkeep as she slid glasses filled with alcohol and shots of tequila across the counter to the other customers.

"We have a drink named after you guys. It'll be gone by the end of the week. You have to try it!"

Looking at the sign before her that read:

'Angel's Blow of Death - Slayer

The Bumblebee Stinger - Bumblebee Unlimited

Walking on Tequila Sunshine - Katrina And The Waves'

And finally, 'Corroded Colada - Corroded Coffin.'

"Surely saying that a drink is corroded puts people off buying it," Eddie remarked in Y/N's ear, leaning down and pulling her closer so she'd hear him better over the music. His fingers brushed her lower back and he smiled mischievously as he ordered five of the Corroded Coladas and two shots of tequila.

When the bartender put those things on the counter, he handed Y/N one of the shot glasses. "Down the hatch! Here's to... our future!" he shouted enthusiastically, clinking their glasses together and each downing the shot. By this point, both of them had become accustomed to the sensation and neither of them even flinched.

It was a hassle to hold five drinks with only four hands, but Y/N came up with the idea to use her bra - which she actually wore for once because her dress didn't look complete without some boob action - as a holder so that she could hold one glass in each hand and use her tits to squish the final one. It was genius really.

Eddie unloaded his two glasses into Simon and Gareth's hands and took one from Y/N to shove towards Jeff. He knew which glass he wanted. Without saying anything he lowered his head to take the straw of the boob glass in his mouth and smiled up at Y/N as he took a drink. She watched him closely. How could she not?

And, of course, Simon was quick enough to capture that moment with his camera.

All she could do was stare at him, completely mesmerised. Honestly, he looked like he belonged with his face between her boobs and, really honestly, he looked so pleased with himself that she wouldn't be surprised if that same thought crossed his mind too.

"I have to go to the bathroom," she squeaked out, her eyes wide and her heart racing. Quickly, she handed her drink and yanked his from her bra to Eddie, leaving as soon as they were no longer in her clutches.

Once again, Y/N was immeasurably turned on and hiding out in the loo. She was practically hyperventilating from trying to stay composed whilst staring at her reflection in the mirror; she just barely managed to restrain her urge to stick her hand down her underwear and sort herself out. No. She just stared at herself and hoped and and wished for her self control to come back to her, but she was already starting to feel weak at the knees.

'Just go back out there, Y/N. Forget about your ruined panties and strut out there like the rockstar you are,' she thought to herself, biting her lip to ground her, but the image of Eddie's face in her breast didn't help matters much either.

"Calm down," she said quietly to herself, slapping her cheeks lightly. She still felt dizzy and lightheaded, which was odd. Her vision blurred as she looked at herself in the mirror once more. Maybe it was just the drink? Yeah, that must be it.

In no time, Y/N was back out there and dancing up a storm with her boys, who were having a ball, too. Imagine the nerds from your class dancing awkwardly to early nineties club bangers without a care in the world (and possibly some powdered assistance), that's exactly how Corroded Coffin looked on the dance floor.

"Shout out to Corroded Coffin. They're somewhere in the crowd if you look hard enough. This one's for you guys!" The DJ announced as members of the crowd who knew who they were cheered. The others looked around like 'WTF is this dude talking about?' "Here it is, 'The Devil From Below'."

Their song began to play and, although they were drunk and high, it never felt more visceral. They'd made it. They'd actually made it. Each member of the band sang their hearts out like they never had before, as if their lives depended on it. Their voices were hoarse and their throats burned from screaming too long, but the adrenaline was flowing through them and their hearts couldn't contain the joy anymore.

Once the song ended, they all went wild. They threw themselves and each other around wildly and laughed hysterically with tears in their eyes, their hair sweaty and sticking to their skin. Everyone seemed to be drunk on the feeling, and they couldn't be happier.

In the revelry, a random drag queen that had been previously talking to Gareth was tugging him in for a smooch. Jeff leant over to Eddie to ask, "Does he know that's a man?"

"I don't think he cares all that much."

Simon took the initiative and pushed Eddie into Y/N. Eddie sluggishly grabbed onto her hips before she could stumble back and pulled her towards him. Thanks to all their liquid courage, Eddie didn't stop himself before he cupped her cheek and placed a big, wet smooch on her lips. He pulled away as quickly as he'd moved in and chuckled softly as he saw Y/N's shocked expression.

Before either of them could say anything, Jeff wolf whistled and smacked Y/N's ass. "Oh, you're not getting away with that!" Eddie exclaimed, moving to give Jeff a kiss too. It was impossible for Jeff to get away unscathed from being playfully kissed by his bandmate since Eddie was so taller and stronger than him. However, it seemed he didn't need to worry as when they stopped they were still chuckling and grinning widely.

They continued dancing until the night grew late and the club began closing for the night. Eventually everyone started heading home. Even those who had taken big milestones that night. "Look at them!" Simon pointed to two very drunk individuals that had 'Just Married' stashes across their chest. "Y/N! Y/N! I've got a question for you."

"Hmm...?"

"Would you marry Eddie if I gave you $5,000? I dare you."

Fuck, she'd do it for free.

"I'll give you $5,000 too."

"Me too."

Eddie even mumbled, "I'll give you $10,000 and I'll eat you out until I get lockjaw."

Looks like a marriage was on tonight's schedule.

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Vegas weddings are iconic. They're drunken. They're trashy. They're fun. And therefore, they're so Eddie Munson.

Marriage had never been a thing Eddie ever thought would happen to him. Sure, there were times when he wanted kids and the prospect of settling down was always appealing, but he didn't think it could ever become reality for him. But, it was becoming a reality. A beautiful reality. A wedding with the most gorgeous girl. Eddie had seen plenty of beautiful girls before, none had been as special as Y/n L/N. And, maybe if they woke up in the morning and didn't want that annulment, his dream of having mini Munson's running around wouldn't be so outlandish after all.

So, here they were at the Graceland Chapel, preparing to tie the knot. They'd already bought the licence because there was $25,000 on offer. A non-legal marriage wasn't going to cut it. Oh, and there was a fake Elvis there as well. Who could forget about him?

Eddie did have to admit, he hadn't expected that it Y/N would be game. But the way Y/N looked radiant, the way she smiled brightly at him, the way that her hair was curled, and the way the dress hugged her body perfectly... Well, he couldn't blame himself for wanting to marry her.

With booze in their systems and a smile on their faces, the ceremony began as soon as Elvis walked Y/N down the aisle. Somehow the impersonator managed to do the whole thing in a skin tight flared outfit, also drunk out of his mind and singing 'Can't Help Falling In Love With You' without falling flat on the note and his face.

Y/N was laughing the entire time, clearly being egged on by her bandmates. Eddie, on the other, had completely zoned out. His focus was entirely on the woman next to him, the feeling of happiness in his chest making itself known.

"Do you two have rings?"

Yes they certainly did. On the way there, Gareth had insisted that they stopped at a gas station so he could buy three ring pops. He wanted something to eat whilst watching the ceremony, sue him! (There were also simple silver bands that they sold at the venue and the pair bought those two, but obviously were going to use the sweets because that's funnier.)

"Right here, Mr Presley," Simon answered, ripping the packets and handing each one to the pair. It went without saying, that they kept it stupid and playful throughout.

As most heterosexual marriages go, the woman has the ring placed on her finger first. She held her left hand out for Eddie to place the candy on her ring finger. "Repeat after me," Elvis began and Eddie was sure to listen. "I take you to be my loved wife."

"I take you to be my loved wife."

"In good times and bad."

Ah, so this wasn't the traditional vows. Makes sense because there wasn't anything else that was overtly traditional about the venue. Still, Eddie went with it, and honestly, the more he spoke, the more sober he was becoming.

Jesus Christ, their manager was going to murder them.

"In sickness and in health."

That was more like it.

"For richer or for whatever is left in your bank account after tonight."

Well, that was true. Y/N would be coming out on top no matter what. $25,000 and a husband. And, if he was going to go through with all of what he promised, a limitless amount of orgasms. Now that's what I call a girl boss win.

"For now and forever."

Bringing Y/N's knuckles up to his lips, Eddie repeated the words softly. He looked up at the woman standing before him with those big, beautiful brown eyes shining with pure, unadulterated love.

Then it was up to Y/N. She followed each step, also seeming more coherent and less sluggish as she went on. Going so far as copying Eddie's move and kissing him on the knuckles after sliding his sweet ring on.

"You may now kiss the bride!"

And they did just that. It was like a fire had been lit under Eddie's ass, a fire fueled by alcohol and desire, and he basically lunged at Y/N for their kiss. Her mouth was hot and welcoming as her hands found a home in his messy curls and his arm wound around her waist, pulling her closer as she let out a content sigh against him. This kiss was significantly longer than their previous one earlier in the night.

At one point, Eddie decided he wanted to do the classic thing and dipped Y/N. She squealed with delight in his arms, her laughter filling the chapel and echoing off the walls as they collided once more.

It also seemed that Eddie forgot that other people were around because, once their lips parted, his was moving down the centre of her neck all the way to her sternum, leaving a trail of saliva as he went.

All was sweet until the other boys thought it be funny to try and topple the couple by diving at Eddie's back from opposite sides. Eddie had barely registered the assault of bodies when suddenly, it became clear why he was on the floor. All five of them were in an uncomfortable but joyful pile in the middle of the pews, laughing and shouting while Elvis sung another song.

"Your hand is on my junk, Jeff."

"Sorry Gareth, that's actually mine."

"Si, remove it!"

"Eddie, your ass is in my face."

"Whose fault is that, Jeffrey?"

"That better be your wallet, babygirl."

"No, my dick is not hard. That's my ring pop stuck to your ass, Y/N."

"I actually like my head stuffed between my wife's boobs so I'm okay if we want to lie here for a few minutes more."

Eventually, they pulled themselves off the floor, laughing their asses off as they all found the candy stuck to Y/N's dress very funny. Even Elvis teased, "Kinda looks like a buttplug." It was sticky and made to be used in a ring, so yeah, he was correct.

Before they left the establishment, the newlyweds were informed of a discount they could get the honeymoon suite for at a nearby hotel and, why not? It was a night of wasting money! Gareth was handed the keys to their old room and Y/N and Eddie headed to their spanking new room.

The honeymoon suite was far more lavish than their previous one. The bed was huge and in the shape of a heart which Y/N immediately claimed, throwing herself onto it without giving much thought to her surroundings. She didn't even notice the hot tub in the middle of the room, filled to the brim with bubbly water. Or the huge TV on the wall. Or the swing in the corner, wonder why that was there?

Who knew what that was used for.

"My dear wife, how'd you like our amenities?" Eddie questioned, plopping himself onto the large chair next to the bed.

"Comfy bed."

"Is that all you look for in a hotel room?"

"Yup."

Just as he'd done when they arrived at the Mirage hotel room, he slapped her ass, yet this time he used it like a bongo drum. Her giggles filled the air along with joyful screams when he turned her over to face him, straddling her thighs and pinning her hands on either side of her head. Her breath hitched, and he grinned wickedly down at her.

"How are you going to use all the money you won?" he asked as he leaned in closer.

"I thought we could do a 50/50 split."

It was only fair. They both got married.

"So I get $2,500 extra and a hot wife? I have to say, I think I might be that imaginary guy upstairs' favourite good little boy."

Y/N was listening to him. She was. Although, she did finally notice the hot tub and kept that at the forefront of her mind rather than her sexy husband above her, mumbling, "Look a hot tub."

He'd already seen it, but for some reason, he dramatically looked behind him and exclaimed, "No way! Shall we give it a go?"

Of course they would. A private hot tub is put in front of you and you don't go in it? Crazy.

Scrambling off the bed, he threw his clothes off as fast as he possibly could, not bothering to fold or hang them up. He got down to his underwear in seconds, then with one look down at his boxer - he thought he would have a boner by now but he'd managed to keep it down - he inquired, "Shit, do you mind if I... I hate going commando and we didn't exactly bring a spare set of clothes."

"Uh, go for it."

She was a little more tentative when it came to removing her clothes and had to teasingly ask, "Can you unzip me before you get your cock out?" He smiled to himself and did as she asked then quickly took a seat on the edge of the tub, watching intently as she shimmied her dress down to the ground, exposing her lacy black panties and matching bra.

"Are you going to get naked too?"

"Do you want me to?"

Yes, yes he did. A thousand percent yes.

"That sounds like a trick question to me."

To answer his question, she unclipped her bra clasp and let her underwear fall before stepping into the water. He watched, mesmerised as his wife sat there completely nude, waiting patiently for him to join her. He slowly removed the rest of his clothes and stepped into the hot water opposite her as she politely averted her gaze.

"Does this count as skinny dipping?"

"I don't know. Is hot tub dwelling classified as swimming?" she quipped, making him chuckle.

A comfortable quiet fell upon them as they soaked up the heat, letting their fingers play amongst the bubbles in the tub, and just enjoying each other's company. For once, Eddie didn't feel like saying a word. His throat had closed up completely, and all he wanted to do was just stare at his love. She was looking at him too, smiling warmly at him as she did, and if he didn't know about the bet, he would've believed it to be real.

"Husband. That has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?" Y/N said, breaking the peaceful silence that hung over them.

"Yeah," Eddie whispered quietly. He couldn't help but glance at the singular ring on her hand. "It does."

To annoy him, she started by poking him in the knee with her toe, making him laugh slightly and yelp at the same time. Then she got him on the thigh, then on the chest, then as her wet foot went to poke him in the cheek, Eddie grabbed her ankle before she could pull it away. Y/N tried pushing him away and failing miserably when he held onto her tighter.

Splashing him, she whined, "Give me back my foot," and pouted cutely to get him to comply.

"I give you your foot back, what do I get?"

"What do you want?"

The answer was simple.

"Another kiss."

"Well then..."

Leaning across the tub in the hopes he'd meet her halfway, Y/N puckered up and expected him to be messing about. He'd only want a chaste little peck, right? Wrong. He let go of her ankle and gripped onto her wrists - also known as the ankle of the arms - to ensure that she crashed on top of him. His face was boob height when her knees found the seat on either side of his hips.

He sat back, biting his lip as he took in every detail of her glistening, bare torso that was now positioned overtop of him and he was certain he couldn't be any happier. His eyes were transfixed on her skin, tracing the contours of her body whilst taking in every small freckle on her tummy, shoulders and neck that he couldn't help but touch ever so gently.

Her hands, too, trailed their paths all over him, finding comfort in the fact that he was real beneath her fingertips and not just a dream conjured by her imagination. Her thumbs ran across his broad shoulders, feeling each individual muscle underneath her touch and making his whole body jolt under the sensation.

Slowly, Eddie's lips found her shoulder and trailed kisses down to her neck until he reached the valley between her breasts. Just as he was going to take a bite, she gasped and grabbed his hair, pulling his face towards hers to capture his lips in an ardent, full kiss that left no space left for talking. His tongue darted into her mouth eagerly, kissing her passionately while his hands roamed over every inch of her back, down to her rear, before grabbing her ass to make sure he wasn't leaving any part of her skin untouched.

"Want to consummate our marriage?" Y/N moaned against his lips as they broke apart.

"Sure do." He paused when he felt her grind down on him, but had to restrain her hips to ask, "I always imagine our first time in a bed, can we?"

"Imagine? You imagine us? Me?" Eddie nodded eagerly, his eyes sparkling with passion and eagerness to explore every part of his wife. Underneath the water, his hands were at her hips, his thumbs drawing soft circles on her skin and she finally put the pieces together in her head. "You're serious, aren't you?!"

"Very."

"Fuck yes!"

Y/N squealed excitedly, causing Eddie to grin from ear to ear as his grip around her waist tightened. She cradled his face in her hands, kissing his nose, cheeks, forehead and jaw tenderly before planting a few short yet passionate kisses onto his mouth. He didn't resist. Why would he? He loved when she kissed him and just sat there, beaming at her affectionately while she was peppering kisses all over his face.

And then the penny dropped for him. "No way! This isn't happening. I'm hallucinating, right? Y-you like me back?"

"Like?" she laughed lightly. "Eddie, I love you."

As his eyes widened, his lips curved into a huge smile and he pulled her even closer for a kiss, savouring the moment in which he had finally received the confirmation he'd been searching so desperately for. He kissed her with such intensity and passion, she felt dizzy from how hard he was trying to please her, and when he pulled away again, he murmured in her ear, "Love you too, doll."

"Shall we dry off and fuck?" Y/N purred seductively, her fingers trailing down his stomach until they reached the bottom of his happy trail. She stopped just shy of touching his cock directly, knowing that it was hard and desperate for any kind of contact.

"God, you know me so well."

He knew he was a lucky man when Y/N arose from the tub, wrapped herself in her bathrobe and held out her hand to help him when he nearly slipped due to his eagerness to join his wife. "Whoa Bambi, take it slow," she teased, yet her smile dropped when he was fully out of the tub and on complete show to her. All the water and bubbles had given her a distortion of what he looked like below the waist. Under her breath, she mumbled, "How the fuck am I going to be able to?"

"Able to do what?"

Shit. He heard her. She gave him an apologetic glance as her cheeks flushed red, but she forced a smile to return to her face and replied with a game of charades. She held out her hands a distance similar to how big his cock was. He gave her a confused expression before she gestured down to his crotch. Oh yeah! His dick!

"I'll be gentle."

"You better be. We've still got two days left here and I'd rather not be bedridden for them."

A sly grin appeared on Eddie's face as he moved closer to her, picking her up bridal style in one swift move with ease and laid her on the bed. As he hovered over her, he moved down and placed open mouthed kisses along her neck and collarbone until he finally reached her breasts. She arched her back in pleasure, her breath hitching ever so slightly as his hungry tongue made its way to her nipple, teasing it until it hardened even more.

"Do you want to know a fun fact?" she asked as his hands traced circles around her nipples and promptly flicked one, which elicited a loud moan from her lips.

"Love to."

"Earlier, in the club, you drank from the cup between my boobs. Turned me on. And, I mean, like, soaked through." She bit her lip as she awaited his response. She didn't have to wait long.

With a wicked smirk, he chuckled at her, replied, "So, you like the look of me right here?" and playfully motorboated her. Her giggles echoed throughout the room as he tickled her, making her squirm around on the sheets and swat at him.

Once he was content, he carried on his path down her body until his head reached her belly button and he rested his chin on it. "Want me to go lower?" His eyes never left Y/N's. "Want to fulfil my offer, after all."

"I'm yours, so... do whatever you want to me."

"Holy fuck."

Instantly, his mouth dipped lower to bite at her thighs, sucking on the soft skin until it was bruised. He continued his journey, leaving trails of hickeys and bite marks on her inner thighs up until he reached Y/N's clit, giving a soft kiss before he started playing with the swollen bud with the tip of his tongue.

"Look how sensitive you are. Jesus, Y/N!" He teased as she began to squirm under him again, her hands fisting the sheets while her breathing quickened. He had to hold her hips tightly to ensure she didn't wriggle away from him as he sucked on her clit.

Her fingers combed through his hair whilst her body tensed up from anticipation, a slew of groans escaping her throat as he continued his assault. He pushed her thigh further into the mattress as he lapped along her entrance before poking his tongue in and tasting her sweet juices.

With a deep sigh, she fell back onto the pillow, her legs falling limp as her arms stretched behind her head, allowing Eddie access to every inch of her body he wanted, which happened to include her pussy, and that was a fact he was very happy about. He slid his tongue along it, licking it, teasing and stroking the sensitive nerves. It was almost too good to be true. He couldn't get enough of it.

If this was a dream, it was a fucking good one. He knew he was fully awake when she tugged on his hair, a whine falling past her lips that he knew was a signal that she was getting close. He moved up and down the length of her wet entrance, his tongue working its magic and causing little tremors to ripple through her body as her breathing grew shallow.

Then, to ensure she had the best time possible, he slowly curled his finger inside. All those melodic noises she made increased in volume, and got even louder when another was added. As she had expected, his guitar fingering did translate well to the more intimate side of life.

"You look so pretty. My pretty girl gonna come on my face? I know you can, do it for me, Y/N."

Soon enough, he was rewarded with a string of muffled moans as her body convulsed under him, gripping his hair tightly with both hands as her orgasm hit her like a wave crashing against a rockslide, sending her mind flying to another dimension where she lost control and let out a strangled gasp as her entire body came alive.

"Fucking hell, babe."

"W-what?"

His face was soaked. His lips glistening, his eyes glazed with desire, and his entire being dripping with arousal. Metaphorically and literally. "Well, that's never happened before," Y/N panted, a lazy smile appearing on her face. She held up her hand for a high five and he happily obliged it, his eyes filled with adoration as he stared at her. "Hell yeah, Eds!"

"Can I try to do it again?"

"Go for it."

Honestly, Y/N had no idea her body could come so much. After the third, her brain became too fuzzy that she stopped counting. Her eyelids were heavy, and her body felt like melted butter. Her smile was sluggish as he leaned forward to press sloppy kisses to her lips, making her giggle. After he pulled away from her lips, he whispered, "One more?" in her ear as he planted small kisses down her jaw.

"No, you've got to have some fun too."

"Believe me, doll, I am having fun." Then he nibbled her ear lobe lightly. "But you can have more than that if you want it. Hell, baby, I'll give you as many as you want."

He loved watching her face flush with heat as he spoke to her like that, loved knowing that it brought such a strong reaction from her. Even more so when he saw her biting her lip, trying to hide that sinful gleam in her eyes as she weighed her options.

At first, she gave him a soft, almost innocent kiss on the cheek, then she peppered his face with small pecks until she reached his ear and whispered in a seductive tone, "I'd rather feel what it's like to have your cock deep within me." He malfunctioned. "I've wanted it for so long."

"I think you've just broken my brain."

Every single bit of sanity he possessed was completely gone by the time she flipped them over and straddled him, taking care to remove her robe in order to reveal all she had to offer. When he lay upon his back, his gaze wandered over her, drinking in every curve of the body that had been gifted to him, from the swell of her breasts to the length of her legs.

As if she read his thoughts, Y/N smiled at him in a way that was almost shyly. She took him all in, memorising all of her husband's features in hopes that she'd never forget anything about him. His brown irises, which were always intense, but so loving now. How they sparkled as he looked at her with admiration. How beautiful he looked beneath her.

She gave him a peck on the mouth. "Love your lips."

Cheek. "Got cute cheeks too. Even cuter eyes."

Neck. "Really hot neck. I don't know how you do it really."

Collarbone. "I've never really been a collarbone kind of gal but...for you I'd convert."

Then she placed a kiss on his tattoo near his pec. "Big fan of this guy."

Kiss, kiss, kiss to his abs. "Very sexy. Very sexy..."

Eddie's breathing was erratic, his heart racing faster and faster in anticipation as each second passed, and Y/N sensed it. So, to finally relieve some of his tension, she turned so he was facing her back and lined them up, taking a deep breath before backing down onto his cock. His hands immediately went to her hips, holding her tight.

A low guttural groan escaped his lips as she bottomed out, and just by the way his thighs shook, she turned to see his face in ashamed bliss. "Fuuuck, that's so embarrassing. You feel way too good, baby," Eddie apologised as she giggled at him. "Literally in your cunt for less than ten seconds and I came."

Despite his shame, he sat up, brushed her hair from her shoulder and placed his head there. He kissed her neck softly, then stopped as soon as he realised she was laughing. "My pussy that good, huh?" she mused teasingly and reached to scratch the back of his head. "We've got all night. And, guess what?"

"What?"

"That's a lot of ten seconds, Munson."

"Shut it, also Munson."

Y/N Munson. That name suited her perfectly. She had totally forgotten that her name would change, but as soon as those fateful words came out of his mouth, she broke out in a huge grin and kissed his temple.

During her time teasing him, Y/N must've lifted herself up a bit, whether consciously or unconsciously, and was no longer taking all of him. So, Eddie yanked down on her hips until he was buried to the hilt again. "Oh fuck," she whined, bucking her hips as his lips met her neck, sucking on the skin and kissing every nook and cranny he could find.

That was her cue to start bouncing on him. A mixture of moaning and groaning filled the hotel room, their sounds overlapping in harmony as Y/N rode him hard and fast. Eddie's fingers clawed her skin as he held her tighter, the muscles of his arms flexing every time he pulled her back onto him. Her eyes were shut tight as she rode his cock, her nails digging into his knees, causing him to let out deep, loud grunts, each one more pleasurable than the last.

All of a sudden, Eddie decided he wanted to see her face when she came apart and, without vocalising what he was about to do, wrapped his arms around her chest and fell backwards. Luckily, nothing bad happened, but Y/N definitely was surprised. "Whaaa-" She didn't even get to finish her yelp before she landed on his chest with a "umph".

"Warn a girl."

"Sorry, got too excited."

Perched half on the bed and half on Eddie, Y/N moved in tandem with his thrusts, rocking her hips and grinding against him, her knee hooked over his thigh as he thrust up into her. Every once in a while she'd moan and bite her lip as her inner walls tightened around his shaft, squeezing him in just the right spot that sent him straight to heaven.

"Oh my God, you take me so well, baby. Just like that," he moaned into her ear, his fingers tightening around her waist as he continued thrusting deep inside her with full force, making her whimper at each movement of his hips. "And your tits are so fucking perfect bouncing like that, oh."

Eddie had started murmuring incoherent things, mostly praising her body as he pumped himself harder than ever, losing himself in a world where only he and Y/N existed in the room. His hand drifted between her legs and found her clit, stroking it in a slow circular motion, and soon, his other hand was being tugged up to rest around her neck.

"Eyes on mine," he grunted. She complied eagerly, gripping onto his hand so he'd get the memo to add more pressure to her throat and looking at him through half lidded eyes as she bit down harshly on her bottom lip. "Good girl. Keep looking at me. Keep your eyes on me. Let me watch you come on my cock."

It didn't take much for her to fall off the edge. And, as he said, her gaze was trained on his until her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she screamed as her body tensed, squeezing his shaft tightly enough that he nearly lost control of himself, unable to keep himself from exploding inside her. His body stilled against hers for a split moment; then he came, shuddering violently with every spasm that tore through him.

"Jesus, you let your one night stands experience that?" she exclaimed incredulously as he pulled her closer to him, burying his nose in the crook of her neck.

"Nope, that was a wife specialty." He grinned against her skin and pressed a few kisses against it.

"Guess I better give you the husband specialty then."

Before he could refuse, she removed him from her and kneeled beside him. At first, she gave him a soft, almost innocent kiss on the cheek, then she peppered his face with small pecks until she reached his ear and whispered, "I've always wondered what you'd sound like when I've got your cock in my mouth." She kissed the lobe of his ear. "I'm about to find out."

And she did. With deliberate slowness, she danced her hand down his chest until she met his cock in full view, teasing it with her finger until it was fully hard again, running the edge of her thumb across his head, before she lowered her head and gave it a good long lick. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he gripped the bedcovers tightly as her talented tongue played with the tip of before she began moving it in slow circular motions around and around, tasting the remnants of both of them on his skin.

Once she felt satisfied with what he liked, she used it to tease him with, teasing his balls with her fingertips and sucking on his shaft until he cried out in frustration. She knew that the sounds he was making would drive her crazy if she continued like this, but damn was she enjoying herself. She smiled as he clenched his teeth and grunted her name, coquetting, "Want me to take you deeper, sweetheart?"

Frankly the groan he let out was enough of an answer so, she took that as a sign to do as she said. With her palms flat against the mattress and her ass tauntingly wiggling near his chest, she took him into her throat and bobbed her head up and down.

"Oh god," he cursed, his voice hoarse and raw. "Baby! That's.. that's it, baby. Keep going, baby. You're driving me crazy, you're driving me mad. Fuck, you're so.... Please, please baby, take me deeper."

She complied. She took him all the way into her throat before gagging slightly and pulling away, earning a chuckle from him as he caressed her back and gave her a reassuring smack on the ass.

"Good girl," he praised and fully intended to continue praising her but she returned her mouth to his cock. He was speechless for a few moments, staring at the ceiling, feeling like he wasn't able to breathe as she deep throated him, each movement eliciting a moan of pleasure.

"You're killing me," he choked out, unable to keep the lusty grin off his face. He felt like he was melting beneath her touch and honestly, it was a sight he'd never forget. And she took him all the way to the hilt, leaving him quivering on the bedsheets, and all he could manage to say was, "Fuck...coming."

His eyes rolled back in his head as he came, releasing into Y/N's mouth and throwing his arm over his eyes in ecstasy. "Love you," he breathed out before he collapsed onto the pillows. She smiled tenderly at him as she wiped the remains of semen from her lips before she lay back and rested her head on his shoulder.

"Did you enjoy the husband specialty?" She asked playfully. He turned his head to look at her, giving her a sleepy smile and a nod in return.

The pair were quiet for a few minutes as they got their breathing back to normal. Eddie pulled back slightly just enough so he could look down at her, still lying on his chest. Their gazes locked as he stared at her, admiring everything about her. His fingers traced gently down her sides and across her stomach, stopping just below her belly button.

"Will you still want to be mine in the morning?"

His voice was soft, unsure and vulnerable, the way he normally sounded whenever he felt uncertain about something. As if he was afraid that her answer would shatter his very world, leaving nothing but shards behind.

"I'll be yours for as long as you want me to be yours. Hell, even after that."

He pulled her tighter against him, planting small kisses all along her neck, her shoulders and then settled his head on top of hers, resting his chin on her shoulder, closing his eyes as he allowed his mind to conjure up images of what their future might bring together.

"Our manager is going to murder us."

Eddie couldn't help but chuckle at her statement as he gazed lovingly down at the woman he loved, who was staring back into his eyes with love and adoration.

"Being kicked out of bed last night and today being full of partying and gambling, I'm so fucking tired," he complained to her with a smile tugging at his lips, and Y/N smiled back with the same expression.

After dealing with his whining for years now, she knew exactly how to stop the complaint. "So, sleep and I'm the little spoon tonight because I want to be. We'll wake up super late and I'll feel something poking into my ass because I always do whenever we've woken up like that -"

"You have!?"

"Yeah. I've always, you know, rationalised it as meaninglessness morning wood... Can I get back to my plan?"

Kissing her cheek, he mumbled a playful, "Proceed" against her skin.

"We fuck for a bit and then we go back to sleep. Maybe have lunch with the boys once we wake. We go to some fancy dinner, then a Siegfried & Roy show. Steal our keys back off Gareth....fuck as many times as we can until we pass out." She gazed up at him. "Sound good?"

A soft chuckle escaped his lips before he replied, "Sounds perfectly fucking ideal, yeah." And then he leaned forward and placed a kiss on her temple before yanking the duvet from under their bodies and pulling it over them both, snuggling up next to her until he fell into unconsciousness in her arms and she followed shortly thereafter.

They did as she said the following day to the surprise of no-one. The other members of Corroded Coffin could tell just by their faces that everything had gone perfectly. Once the newlyweds joined their friends for lunch, they were bombarded with questions about their night.

"I'm just asking how many times?"

"No, Jeff, that's gross. I don't want to hear how many times they fucked," Simon whined, rolling his eyes as Gareth smirked in approval from where he sat, eating his meal while he listened to his friends gossip.

Just as Y/N was about to make a teasing remark (presumably about the ten second scenario), Eddie clasped his hand over her mouth and gave her an amused smirk, raising an eyebrow suggestively. "Licking my hand won't do anything but turn me on, sweetheart," he taunted her before removing his hand and letting her go, chuckling softly.

"All I was going to say was that we had a good time. Get your mind out of the gutter, Mr Munson," she scoffed jovially before being assaulted with a kiss.

"I apologise, Mrs Munson."

Everyone else groaned as they realised the couple would be even more gross and flirty to be around now. It had gone from pining to making out at the dinner table. Yet, all the boys weren't overly fussed deep down. The two idiots had finally gotten together and were happy, that's all their bandmates cared about.

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