This But I Can Only Tell You Around The Places I've Barely Been😭

This but I can only tell you around the places I've barely been😭

Kinktober for Billy & Stu [2023]

Updated: October 13, 2023 !Incomplete!

Day 1: Hunter/Prey- Billy Loomis Day 2: Sensory Deprivation- Stu Macher Day 3: Knife Play- Billy Loomis Day 4: Bondage- Stu Macher Day 5: Edging- Billy Loomis Day 6: Mirror- Stu Macher Day 7: Thigh Riding- Billy Loomis Day 8: Dom/Sub - Billy Loomis Day 9: Degrading - Stu Macher & Billy Loomis Day 10: Breeding Kink- Stu Macher & Billy Loomis Day 11: Body Worship - Stu Macher Day 12: Cock Warming- Billy Loomis Day 13: Intoxication/Substance Use- Billy Loomis Day 14: Somnophilia- Billy Loomis Day 15: CNC- Billy Loomis Day 16: Mask/Anonymous Sex -Billy Loomis & Stu Macher Day 17: Blowjobs/Handjobs- Stu Macher & Billy Loomis Day 18: Temperature Play- Stu Macher Day 19: Make Up Sex- Billy Loomis Day 20: Hate-fucking- Billy Loomis Day 21: Shower Sex- Stu Macher Day 22: Biting/Brusing/Marks- Biily Loomis & Stu Macher Day 23: [Tricked] Threesome- Billy Loomis & Stu Macher Day 24: Voyeurism- Billy Loomis & Stu Macher Day 25: Recording- Billy Loomis & Stu Macher Day 26: Dumbification- Billy Loomis & Stu Macher Day 27: Jealous Sex- Billy Loomis Day 28: Brat Taming- Billy Loomis & Stu Macher Day 29: Sex Toys- Stu Macher Day 30: Gun Play- Stu Macher Day 31: Blood Play -Billy Loomis

!EXTRA!

Cheating- Billy Loomis & Stu Macher [Separate]

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thedevilsslut24

2 years ago

By the grace of Robin Buckley, Steve gets into college.

She's his first real friend and it's because he knows her, loves her, learned to be a better person from her, that he's able to smile politely and take the hand of his new roommate. His long-haired, tattooed, dressed in all black roommate, who has already put up dark and menacing posters of bands Steve has never heard of and a bedsheet banner with the words "Corroded Coffin" painted on the fabric.

"Eddie Munson," his roommate says.

"Steve Harrington."

"Good to meet you, roomie." Eddie smiles so big it makes dimples pop. It's a good look. "Parents on the way with the rest of your stuff?"

"Oh, er--just me, actually."

Eddie's smile doesn't waiver. "Need some help?"

Normally, Steve would say no, but he just spent the last hour unloading Robin's stuff. "That would be great, thanks."

So, they work together to get Steve moved in, and as they work, he learns more about his roommate. He is a weirdo, an oddball, fundamentally strange, but Steve can't help but be charmed.

Eddie puts on music, something aggressive with loud guitars and drums, and Steve unpacks. He pulls out a picture of himself with the kids during one of their game nights, displaying it carefully on his desk.

"Wait," his new roommate says. "You? And the dnd children?"

Steve laughs. "They're the kids I babysit. You play that nerd game?"

Eddie's nose wrinkles. Something in the back of Steve's mind notes that it's cute. "Nerd game? Dnd is So. Much. More. It's--it's storytelling and strategy and--" Eddie stops, blinking at Steve. "You're fucking with me, aren't you?"

"Little bit," Steve smiles.

"I can't believe you know dnd. That you babysit nerds. You look like such a jock," Eddie shakes his head in disbelief.

"I am a jock," Steve agrees. "And I love those dorky little shitheads. I tolerate the game."

"Steve Harrington. You're just full of surprises, aren't you?"

"Guess so." The smiles they share are wide and sweet, bringing out Eddie's dimples in way that makes Steve long to touch.

After that, they're inseparable. Robin and Eddie and Steve. They study, eat, go to parties, hangout; anything, as long as they're together.

---

Three weeks into the semester, as Steve gets dressed after swim practice, he pulls a shirt out of his bag that doesn't belong to him. It's a black tee, Metallica logo front and center. He chuckles, puts it on. It's soft from wear and smells of laundry detergent and Eddie--cigarettes and leather and some kind of sweet musk. The scent puts him at immediate ease.

He meets Robin and Eddie for lunch. They were early, already have their food and seats, so he walks over to drop off his backpack. Eddie gives him a bright, dimpled smile, but within seconds his mouth is falling open a little, the tips of his ears turning bright red.

"You alright, man?" Steve asks.

Eddie startles, grabs his cup, jamming the straw into his mouth to chew at the plastic."You're--my shirt?" he says.

"Oh, shit. Sorry. Grabbed it by accident. I'll wash it for you."

His roommate flushes pink. "N--no, you don't have to worry about it."

He wants to question Eddie further--he's being so weird--but Robin interrupts. "Dingus! Go get food. Hurry up!"

He does as he's told, but when he comes back, Eddie is even redder than before, and Robin has a wide smirk across her face.

"What is going on with you two?" He asks as he puts his tray down.

Neither of them answer, andEddie launches into a passionate re-telling of some music student drama, so Steve let's himself be distracted.

---

It's mid-October and Steve's coming home from the gym, the one place that Robin and Eddie refuse to accompany him. As he nears his room, he hears music. It's not heavy metal, but something soft and slow and acoustic.

He tries to be quiet as he unlocks the door and enters, doesn't want to disturb Eddie, doesn't want him to stop playing. He never practices when Steve is home, says he doesn't want to be a bother with the noise.

Eddie's sitting on his bed, guitar in hand. There's a battered notebook open next to him, a pencil held between his teeth. He hums a bit, pauses to jot something down, and goes back to playing.

He looks beautiful, Steve thinks, bent over his guitar.

Steve is just about to announce himself when Eddie stops playing again. He writes something in the notebook before resting his head in his head. "Pathetic, Munson. Get it together," he mutters.

"Hi!" Steve says. It startles Eddie, who jumps and almost drops the guitar.

"Stevie!" Eddie stumbles to his feet. "I--uh--you're home!" His face is crimson.

"You're really good, man," Steve says. "I'd love to hear more sometime."

"Uh-huh, uh-huh," Eddie nods his head, grabbing for the notebook and slamming it closed. "Sure thing." He stuffs his feet into his Reeboks. "I gotta--I gotta go. Back soon."

Eddie stumbles out their door, notebook clenched firmly in hand.

He is so weird.

---

In mid-November, Robin gets invited to a party by a cute girl. They all go.

Steve isn't trying to hook up. He hasn't slept with anyone since they started school, too caught up with Robin and Eddie. But there's a girl, wavy brown curls and wide green eyes (he has the fleeting thought that they should be deep brown, that it's wrong that they aren't), and she's smiling at him.

Flirting with her is easy.

He doesn't know what breaks his concentration, but he turns to face the rest of the room, eyes falling on Eddie. Eddie who is watching him, his deep brown eyes swimming with hurt, with anger.

It sends a shock of pure panic up his spine. "Eddie!"

Eddie turns on his heel, disappearing in the crowd. Steve follows, but by the time he navigates through the partygoers, his roommate is nowhere to be found. He hurries back to their dorm, heart pounding in his ears, mouth dry.

It's dark in the room, though, and for a second he thinks Eddie isn't home, after all. But he turns on the light, illuminates the rigid lump under Eddie's quilt.

"Eddie?" Steve says, voice soft.

He doesn't respond, though Steve can tell he's awake. He tries again, but Eddie curls deeper under his covers.

Steve spends the night wondering what he did to hurt Eddie so bad.

---

They're back to normal after Thanksgiving. Steve is so relieved he doesn't even ask.

They stay up all night every night studying for finals. By the time Steve's last test rolls around, he's giddy and frantic. He grabs his textbook, shoves a notebook into his backpack, gets to the English building with just enough time to take a last look at his notes.

Only, he flips the notebook open and it's not his English notes. It's song lyrics.

Steve should close it. Put it back in his backpack. It's private. But he's already reading the lyrics written there. They're sexy. The song's about a guy, one Eddie seems to be totally gone for.

A line catches his eye, "need you on every surface in our room." He reads it again and again until the only thing he can see is the phrase, "our room." His whole body is warm, heat pooling, and he's chubbing up in his jeans in the middle of his English class.

Steve flips the pages, anything to get his mind off of that song, and that's when it hits him like a ton of bricks. All those weird moments--the t-shirt, the song, Steve flirting with a girl-- Eddie likes him.

Steve wants to rush to the dorm, wants to confess everything, even starts to stand, but--he has a final to take.

He makes himself close the notebook, but catches sight of another song as he does. It's a love song. It's plaintive and yearning and wanting. And every lyric is for him, about him, about things they did together. It's also unfinished, breaking off mid-way through the second verse.

He doesn't know how he missed it before, but as the professor hands out the test paper, Eddie is all he can think of.

---

When he finally gets back to the room, he finds Eddie's frantic, hair frizzed around his skull. All his bedding is on the floor, the drawers of his wardrobe pulled open.

"Eddie?" Steve asks.

"Have you seen my notebook?"

"What?" Steve's heart drops.

"The black one? It's kind of beaten up?"

"I--uh, yeah. Sorry, Eds. Accidentally grabbed it on my way to class." He pulls his backpack from his shoulder, unzipping it.

"Did you--did you read it?" Eddie's voice shakes, his face painfully red.

Steve doesn't know what to say, what to do. He wants Eddie. Has for a long time, just hadn't been able to put it together. And he doesn't know how to fix what's spiraling out between them.

"Eddie," he says. Can think of nothing else, hopes his desperation is clear in his voice. "Please." He closes the distance between them, slowly, carefully. Cups Eddie's chin in his hand.

They stare at each other, Eddie's eyes wide with shock. Steve can feel the other man's breath on his face, smell the tobacco and sweet musk scent of him.

"Every surface of our room, huh?" Steve asks.

Eddie's cheeks flush. He turns away, bashful. "Something like that."

"And if I want it too?" Steve whispers.

The words hang between them for several beats, before they both move to close the lingering distance between them. Their mouths slip together, like it's nothing, like they do this all the time. Steve grasps at Eddie's curls, fists a hand into his t-shirt, totally lost to the rhythm of the kiss, the easy slip of Eddie's tongue in his mouth.

Eventually, the come up for air, both pink cheeked and panting.

"You're full of surprises, Steve Harrington." Eddie breathes.

"Just wait," Steve smirks, moves in to nip at Eddie's bottom lip. "We have so many surfaces."

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thedevilsslut24

2 years ago

Can u do a paul or dwayne version of

Fem!Reader x Ghost!Marko

Okay here is the final installment of the 'Here To Stay' series..? I guess.

Here To Stay (Dwayne)

Fem!Reader x Ghost!Dwayne

TW: Death, cancer, suicide

I laid on my bed, the whole house silent. The only living thing in here now, was me. It has been a whole month since my mom died and I felt so completely numb. My mom and I both knew that it was coming for a while now. Stage 4 cancer. Even though I knew it was just a matter of time, I still wasn’t prepared for it. I don’t think anyone could ever prepare for something like that. I had only found out after she had died, that she left everything to me. The money, the house and everything in it. I would give it all up just to see her again. I stared blankly up at the ceiling, nothing really going through my head. Just… Blank. That was until I heard a noise from downstairs. I slowly sat up and just sat there for a few moments, trying to wrack my brain for what could have caused the noise, but I couldn’t think of anything. Deciding that I needed to go check, I slowly got up and made my way out of my room and down the old wooden stairs. I silently cursed as the next step my foot landed on, let out a rather loud creak. Shit. I cringed at the noise. I stayed still for a few moments and listened. Nothing. I let out a quiet breath and continued.

I made my way around the whole of the downstairs but didn’t find anything. “Great. I must be going crazy now.” I muttered to myself as I walked back into the living room. Just as I reached the stairs, about to go back up to my room, someone spoke. “You’re not crazy, princess.” I froze. My eyes wide and my heart beating so fast I could swear it was about to jump out of my chest. Though, through my initial fear, I felt a weird sort of calm and comfort wash over me at the sound of the voice. It was deep, soft and gentle. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” There it was again. His voice was like honey and I was desperate to drown in it. Suddenly, I realized that I have still yet to move or speak. Slowly, I turned around. My eyes widened even more at the sight before me. There, standing in front of me, was the most beautiful man that I have ever seen in my life. He was tall and had long dark brown hair. His jaw strong and sharp and his nose much the same. His eyes were a gorgeous chocolate brown. As my eyes traveled down, I discovered that, while he was wearing a jacket, he had no shirt on, letting me admire his toned and muscular chest and stomach. He wasn’t overly muscular, but my god was he beautiful.

He had obviously noticed my staring, the corner of his lips pulled up in a satisfied smirk as he let out a light chuckle. My cheeks burned from embarrassment and I quickly looked away. “Sorry.” I quietly muttered. Wait. Why am I apologizing? He is a stranger that somehow got into my house. Snapping my head back up to look at him, my eyebrows knitted together. “Wait. Who are you and how did you get into my house?” I asked him. He thought for a moment before answering. “My name is Dwayne. I uh.. I’m sort of.. Stuck here.” He told me. I watched his face, trying to figure out if he was lying to me or not, but his face only showed honesty. “What do you mean stuck?” I asked, curiously. I hadn’t even realized, but I had walked towards him. I was now standing right in front of him. “I’m stuck in this house. I can’t leave.” He confessed. Dwayne then went into more detail, telling me about what had happened here. The fight, him dying and even about what he and his brothers were before they died.

Dwayne and I were now sitting on the stairs, mainly because I felt a little light headed with all of the information I had just taken in. “You okay, princess?” Dwayne asked me, reaching a hand over and placing it on my knee in a comforting way. I looked up at Dwayne, meeting his eyes. “Yeah, I’m okay. Just processing everything.” I told him truthfully. He just nodded his head in response. After a few moments, a thought occurred to me. “I just realized. I never even told you my name.” I said with a light chuckle. “It’s y/n, by the way.” I added, bumping my shoulder into his, earning a chuckle out of him. God, his smile is so gorgeous.

Dwayne couldn’t believe that he had found his mate. He felt like his heart could almost beat again. You were so beautiful, he had never seen anyone so perfect in his life. The elated feeling of happiness he felt was soon replaced with despair. He was a ghost. He was too late in finding you. He felt like his heart had been revived and then crushed at the same time. He wanted so badly to be with you, to have you as his, because you were his and he was yours, but he knew it couldn’t happen. So, he just resigned himself to watching you as you went on about your life. Years went by, you first moved in when you were seventeen and you were now almost twenty, he had kept track of your birthday. It was then that your mom died. He tried his best to keep his distance still, but his overwhelming urge to be with you and comfort you was too much, so finally, after years of just watching you, he made himself known.

Since that night, Dwayne had been hanging around basically 24/7. Not that I minded it, the exact opposite actually. For the first time since my mom had died, I was happy. Genuinely happy. Over the last couple of months that Dwayne had been around, we had gotten to know each other really well and with that, I had begun to crush on him pretty hard. Well, less crush and more falling completely in love with him. I knew that it was pointless seeing as he was a ghost but I couldn’t help it. Every time I looked at him, heard his voice, saw that adorable and slightly wonky smile of his, I just fell harder and harder. I wish we could have met before all of this. There were times when I thought for a moment that maybe he felt the same way, but my mind always brushed it off and reminded me that no one as amazing as Dwayne could like, let alone love, someone like me.

I was sitting on the couch, reading a book, when Dwayne sat down next to me. “What are you reading?” He asked. I looked up from the book to look at him. I moved the book to show him the cover. He read it and a grin broke out on his face. “Dracula, huh? It’s a good book.” He said, scooting himself closer to me. “So.. You like vampires, huh?” He asked teasingly, a sly smirk on his face as he rested one of his arms along the back of the couch and the other on his thigh. I gave him a dumbfounded look before laughing. This caused him to laugh along with me. “What was that supposed to be?” I asked him as my laughter died down. He just gave me a shrug, the smirk still not having left his face. “A pick up line?” He said. That caused me to stop. Wait. Was he being serious? Was he still just joking around?

Dwayne must have noticed my sudden change as his smirk was quickly wiped from his face and replaced with a slightly worried expression. “Sorry. Have I been reading this wrong?” He asked. It took my mind way too long to catch up with what he was saying, but I finally managed to say something. “Wait. You, like me?” I asked him, still in complete disbelief. Dwayne raised a brow at me and brought a hand to my cheek, letting his knuckles graze the skin. “I thought I was making that pretty clear, princess.” He whispered as he moved his face closer to mine. “Dwayne.” Was all I managed to breathe out as he pressed his lips to mine. I melted into him as he kissed me. I brought my arms up and wrapped them around his neck, pulling him closer to me, not being able to get enough of him. Dwayne pulled back after a while, brushing my hair behind my ear and giving me a soft and loving smile.

“I need to tell you something, princess.” He whispered against my skin as he brought his lips to my neck. “Hmmm?” I hummed in reply, enjoying the feeling of his lips exploring my neck too much to answer with words. “Vampires, we have mates.” He spoke between kisses. “And you’re mine.” He finally said. I felt my heart skip a beat at his words. I pulled back and looked at him. “Like, soulmates?” I asked, wanting to clarify and make sure I knew exactly what he meant. Dwayne nodded. “Yes. Two souls, destined to be together by fate itself. We are two halves of a whole.” The words he spoke made my heart flutter with love and happiness. I couldn’t believe it, but it was true. I smiled at Dwayne and brought him into another kiss.

After Dwayne’s confession a few months ago, I had been on cloud nine, though, every now and then, I would be reminded of the fact that Dwayne was dead and I wasn’t. I would grow old while he would stay the same. It broke my heart to think of that. I wanted to be with him forever, just like this. Just as we are now. A thought occurred to me in times like these. If I died in this house, I could possibly become a ghost like Dwayne. That way, we could be together forever, and be just as we are now. I knew that I couldn’t bring this up to Dwayne. He would absolutely refuse me doing something like that. If I was to do it, I would have to be sneaky about it. He never did pop into the bathroom when I had the door shut. He knew I needed privacy in there and he was respectful of that. That would have to be where I did it. I already had a pretty good idea of how. There were pills in there that I had that would do the job.

That night, I had made up my mind. I would do whatever I had to to be with Dwayne forever. I told him that I was going to take a quick shower as I made my way into the bathroom. I waited a moment before turning on the shower taps then made my way to the cabinet. I took out the pill bottle and stared at it for a while. I can’t believe I’m really about to do this. I started to have second thoughts about it. Not because I didn’t want to be with Dwayne, but because I was scared. Was it going to hurt? I shook those thoughts out of my head. No. I have to do this. I twisted open the bottle and emptied the contents in my hand. I took a deep breath before I started swallowing pills. With every pill I swallowed, my nerves grew. I was scared out of my mind but there was also this little feeling of…. Comfort? I was comforted by the thought of being with Dwayne and nothing being able to tear us apart.

After I was finished, I put the bottle back in the cabinet and actually stepped into the shower, just to wet myself, then got back out. By the time I had come out of the bathroom and was back in my bedroom, I was feeling nauseous, dizzy and my head was fuzzy. Dwayne immediately knew that something was wrong. “Y/n? Are you okay? What happened?” He hurriedly asked, concern laced in his voice. He helped me over to the bed and laid me down. “Come here.” I slurred and clumsily grabbed for him. “Hold me. Please.” I mumbled as I closed my eyes. “Y/n?” Dwayne asked as he laid down beside me and held me. “What did you do?” He whispered. My body felt heavy and thinking, let alone talking, felt so difficult. “Pills” Was all I managed to get out.

Dwayne held my body as he cried. His heart was broken into a million little pieces. “Dwayne.” I said his name from beside him. I was standing beside the bed that he was still laying on. His head snapped up to me, his eyes wide. He let go of my body and gently laid it down before getting up and pulling me into a tight hug. “Why? Why did you do that?” He begged. I felt horrible about the pain that I had brought him but I knew that it was something that had to be done. “I did it for us. I did it so we could be together forever.” I whispered to him. Dwayne pulled back slightly and looked down at me. “What-” It took him a moment for my words to sink in. “Princess. You didn’t have to do that. I would never have wanted you to kill yourself just to be with me like this.” He said to me, bringing his hands up to cup my cheeks. I brought my hands up and placed them over his. “I love you, Dwayne. I would die a thousand times over if it meant I could get even just a chance to spend eternity with you.” I said, barely being about to finish my sentence as he quickly brought me into a long and passionate kiss. My arms moved and wrapped around his neck, his hand moving to my waist. “I love you too, y/n. I loved you before I met you. I loved you before our first meeting. I love you now and I will continue to love you forever.” Dwayne whispered against my lips.

TAGS: @6lostgirl6 @britany1997 @checkitoutmikey

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thedevilsslut24

2 years ago

hello! may i request something about maybe a movie night with the lost boys? watching a horror movie with them. thank you <33

watching a horror movie with the lost boys

Summary: Movie night and some questions about genre…

A/N: I love this request so much! Thank you!!

Tags: short and sweet, movie night

TW: a wee bit of swearing, mention of scary/horror movies

1k words

The boys would let you pick the movie, because you were a little more in the times than they were – also, the last time Marko picked, the movie was absolutely terrible. Just God-awful.

Of course, you still wanted to get suggestions from them, and see what the vibe was that evening. David suggested a Western, and a gritty noir film, and you could just feel Paul’s eyes roll when David, in his deep sort of drawl, said he liked the camera angles, the lighting, etc.

So then you asked Paul what he wanted to watch, and he promptly began to list rockumentaries, underground indie hits, and a surprising amount of boxing films.

You were pleasantly surprised by the deep wisdom these two had about movies (they had a lot of time to watch them, you supposed), and decided to ask Dwayne and Marko next.

Dwayne was silent for a minute, after you asked him what he wanted to watch, and took this question very seriously. He began to list award-winning movies with serious narrative prowess, along with some pretty deep, heart-wrenching family dramas. You definitely remember crying because of a few of them. “I mean, The Godfather is always a good choice,” he added, to which you enthusiastically agreed.

You moved on to Marko, who was cutting out pieces of fabric for one of his many craft projects. You stayed and helped him out a little bit, and then started talking about the movie night planned for later. He began listing his favorite rom-coms, which you also loved. He then listed some intense action and spy movies, and he honestly just went on and on.

These boys definitely spent a lot of time in Max’s Video Store.

After thinking about what the boys suggested/recommended, you realized, to your utter astonishment, that literally none of them suggested a movie that was even remotely scary. No horror films were mentioned, at all.

Picking a horror film would be great, you realized, because then you wouldn’t feel torn between recommendations or genres. It would be something entirely different from what everyone suggested, and they might actually enjoy it.

The time had arrived. Movie night!

You had rented the film earlier that evening, as soon as it was dark and you could go outside. You were happy with your choice, absolutely proud of it, as it was a horror film that came out relatively recently. You had heard great things about it, and even the clerk at Max’s store said, “Good choice,” with which you felt vindicated.

“Okay boys, gather ‘round,” you said excitedly, humming a jaunty tune as you placed the VHS tape into the player. You smacked the TV screen so it would turn on, and the movie started to play. You sat on the vintage, sort-of ripped fabric couch between Dwayne and Paul; David had moved his wheelchair throne thing so it was adjacent to the couch, and Marko sat on a beanbag chair he found at a flea market, in front of Paul.

Paul and Marko definitely ate all of the popcorn before the movie started, but, it was probably for the best. Jump-scares and all. Choking hazard, to say the least.

As the movie went on, and became scarier and scarier past the exposition, Paul scooted ever closer to you, and Dwayne clutched your hand. Marko had stopped commenting completely as he became entirely engrossed in the film. You could hear David breathing, almost raggedly, as he anticipated jump-scare moments. He also put down his cigarette, which was something.

The first jump-scare was chaotic; the popcorn bowl went flying out of Marko’s hands, Paul did a little yip, Dwayne closed his eyes, and David jumped in his chair and then started chuckling.

It was a grand old time, watching this horror film with the boys, and it was scary, and fun, and felt like an adventure (what didn’t, with the boys?).

After the movie ended, everyone gave their respective thoughts about what they just watched:

“You know, I liked it!” Marko said with enthusiasm, as he inspected the VHS tape for more information about it.

“That wasn’t scary,” Paul started to say, and you gave him a look. “Okay, maybe it was a little scary.”

Dwayne was next to share his thoughts. “I really liked how they filmed it. The artistry of it.”

“That was damn good. Great choice, Y/N,” David touched your arm as he said it, passing by to get a cigarette.

“Okay, so you all liked it. Why in the hell do you not watch more scary movies?” You asked, genuinely wanting to know. Genuinely, a bit confused as to why they don’t. They’re vampires.

Paul sighed, crossing his arms over his AC/DC cutoff tee. “We don’t like how vampires are usually depicted in films.”

“It’s really hard to find a good one,” Dwayne added.

“We didn’t have someone like you around to actually find a good one,” Marko said, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “Plus, we can never agree on anything. Or David just decides to pick.” He pointedly looks over at David, who is wholeheartedly enjoying his cigarette.

David temporarily pauses, not looking guilty at all about that fact. “Hey, I mean, if no one can agree on anything, then I’ll just pick. Makes things easier.”

Movie night became a regular thing, and you always ended up picking what to watch. And more often than not, the movie was a good choice.