Super Psycho Love Life: Return of the Writer

Summary: A small, albeit R-Rated, look into the lives Edd and Marie involving their on again -off again relationship, revolving around a certain song. Mainly Marie's POV.

Prestory Note: I'm so sorry, readers, I shouldn't neglect you like I do. You make me feel like I'm significant and I disappear for ridiculously long periods without explanation or crappy excuses. I hate when it happens to me and I should empathize enough with you all to avoid such behavior. He who fights monsters, and all that. Again, sorry.

Enjoy!

She was losing her mind.

She was losing a carefully maintained cool.

She was losing the fight.

She was losing another chance to move on.

She was...she was...

She was enjoying every loss.

Somethin' lately

Drives me crazy

Has to do

With how you make me

Struggle to get your attention

Calling you brings aprehension

Her breath came in brief bursts, the time lapse between them growing dangerous as their lip lock continued. The lack of oxygen didn't slow the progressive loss of clothing as he laid her down on his desk, her thighs spreading as he pressed against her desperately, the denim of their pants, temporarily, preventing the repetitive start of another turbulent union.

He hadn't answered any of her calls, as she had done him the week before. The only things they'd answered from each other were the absolutely lewd texts and wood raising, diamond cutting sextings that lead them to this...this...

This sick replay of events they called a love life.

When she tried to get his attention, he ignored her or brushed her off for more important events he was scheduled for. When he fished for some of her time, she was busy studying.

The empty calender she was lying on and the five or so pounds of untouched homework in her back pack?

Proof that they were sick.

Proof that they were liars.

Proof that they were wrong for each other.

Proof that they shouldn't keep doing this.

Or, rather, undoing his belt. Or letting her panties slide down her legs.

Texts from you

And sex from you

Are things that are not so uncommon

Flirt with you

You're all about it

She sat up in the bed, the sheets damp, cold and musty as she pulled them to her chest in sudden modesty as she turned her head to the wall and looked at him out of the corner of her covered eye..

He sat at the edge of the bed, face still flushed, beanie soaked in sweat next to him and his formerly dull and straight hair darkened and messed about with a sweat induced sheen to it as it clung to his head. He wasn't facing her.

It was normal. They weren't together. That meant no snuggling, prolonged eye contact or use of the "L Word". The latter was the reason her lip had impressions of her teeth and his back looked like he had received a deep tissue massage with razor blades.

And why her legs quivered heavily as she closed them firmly beneath the sheets.

She'd need to fake another trip up on a pile of clothes while getting out of the bed she shared with her sisters to put them off her case tomorrow.

Her mother was another story.

Tell me why I feel unwanted

She stepped into the shower, the cold water not phasing her in the least as she quickly stepped further into the blast till her hair was being pushed back by the quickly warming water.

The quickly warming water running down over her ears deafened her to the shower curtain being drawn and closed as she was accompanied by her...non-lover. She felt his hands land on her shoulders and apply enough forward and downward pressure to give her the hint.

Her legs spread once more, her hands come up to brace against the cool damp tile, and her head drops down as he grabs a good handful of wet blue hair and tightens his grip just enough to make her back arch just right and give him just the right angle for entry.

He pushes against her first to give her time to prepare her self. Then he enters in one smooth thrust and repeats the action immediately and repetitively. None of that meager and gentle stopping and waiting.

Just how she wanted it.

Just how they liked it.

How they loved it.

Damn

If you didn't want me back

Why'd you have to act like that

Her knees?

Weakening as she struggled to stay in place while overcoming his forward force with her own backwards bursts.

Her thighs?

Quivering with the sensation as he finds that ingrained rhythm that they both danced to.

Her calves?

Burning as she was forced onto the balls of her feet to take all of its toe curling glory.

Her being?

Loving every second of their lovemaking-What! No! Bad! It was just hot sex!

This was getting dangerous.

It's confusing to the core

'Cause I know you want it

"Give it to me!"

He delivered. She received all six angry, throbbing inches like he was imitating a piston.

"Spank me!"

He complied. Her sugar white backside was painted with flushed hand prints that stung deliciously in the hot water.

"Take it off!"

He didn't even hesitate. No matter what brand of condom they used, nothing did it for them like flesh on flesh.

They couldn't think one desire the other didn't already share.

The water had gone lukewarm, the steam had cleared from the mirror, the sun had vanished behind the distant buildings, and the inhibitions had died before they'd even joined.

But the sweat on his brow continued to roll down his face and fall upon her back, her exclamations persisted, and their fleshes refused to separate.

They'd be sore for days.

Sore, and sated, and still sick.

And this when they weren't together.

Oh

And if you don't wanna be

Somethin' substantial with me

They waddled over to and collapsed upon the bed, the scent of sex balanced out with the scent of formerly hot water and soap. Their bodies were mushed together, her atop him, atop the now thoroughly soiled sheets. His arms wrapped around her waist, her fingers lightly hooked on his collar bones.

Snuggling.

This was bad.

Their gazes locked. Ten second swent by. Twenty seconds. Thirty. She could feel their hearts syncing up; Two rapid drums quickly become a uniform pounding in their ears. She could see spark in his eyes catching. The fire soon burned strongly in her own; An emerald pyre against an azure blaze.

Their eyes didn't part for the worst part of two minutes.

This was dangerous.

Muscles began to work on their own accord. Soft breathes were drawn. The impulse had started. They fought as hard they could to suppress them. That is to say; they let it happen. Vocal cords hummed into action. Their tongues flexed and reshaped. Her mouth began to work as the breath formed a syllable within him.

"I love you."

It didn't matter who said it.

The sickness lived on.

Then why do you give me more

Babe

I know you want it

They got back together.

It wasn't common knowledge that they dated.

Right now, it most certainly was.

That tramp, Nazz, had damn near thrown herself at him crotch first. She didn't register that he had brought her, Marie, to the party. Even though Nazz was hosting it, she could've been a bit more observant of just who had been on his arm first.

As she had watched the blonde move in on her Honey Muffin, she felt sick. She felt her blood boil. Her fists turned white at the knuckles.

The sickness had reared it's head again. And it roared.

She pulled him away frome horny whore of a hostess, dragged him up the stairs and almost bodily threw him into the room she correctly guessed to belong to Nazz. He looked afraid of her.

The fear was soon channeled into desire as she had rode him as aggressively as she could without breaking anything. But vigorously enough that every party guest could hear the bedframe hitting the wall.

She looked down at him; Brow knitted tightly in response to the sensations assaulting him as his eyes focused solely on the brain buzzing blur of beautiful, bountiful, bouncing breast being presented before his baby blues.

The motions rocking the bed. The vice grip rocking on him. The half naked Kanker rocking his world.

Right now, she could make him do whatever she wanted. Say what she wanted.

And she would do just that.

Leaning down, here lips brushed his ear and cheek as she spoke.

Say

That you want me

Everyday

That you want me

Every Way

That you need me

Got me trippin'

Super Psycho Love

She was between his legs now, her hand a near perfectly vertical blur as she worked him just right. She wanted to draw it out. Make him see nothing but her face. Want nothing but her body. Beg for the release only she could give him.

He was tensing up now, hips elevated as he tried to hilt himself in her grip. His breath came in deep desperate drags, tried to use breath play to get his ending. He was fisting mighty masses of the quilt on Nazz's bed, all the blood leaving his knuckles and brain and diverting heavily to his currently favored head. His eyes may as well have been out of commission with how hard he squeezed them shut.

She couldn't help her grin as she witnessed his sanity degrading with each slowing pump of her hand. The throbbing grew far more pronounced as he wheezed in the pain of a withheld pleasure.

Aim

Pull the trigger

Feel the pain

Getting bigger

Go insane

From the bitter feelin'

Trippin'

Super Psycho Love

The following week, the school was abuzz with the spoils of her victory.

She and Double D were an item. It was found out at Nazz Van Bartonschmeer's house party. And the two proved it by loudly making a four armed, two backed, four legged, two headed beast in what was once Nazz's bed, but now looked like it forgot the safety word.

Super Psycho

And she held no regrets, not even as she had limped up the front steps of the school and past the aghast faces of the cheerleaders and their red sseeing, literally green eyed co-captain.

Of course, she was the bigger woman, the ability to take Eddward at full mast proved as much, so she cooly greeted the dusty, cobwebby lapped blonde and proceeded on with her school day.

Super Psycho Love

She took all the glances and whispers in stride, inspire of how she hated to admit that it would be worse in no time.

But that time had yet to come, 'Not my fault everyone is jealous of us.'.

Don't say us

She came to think her time had come when she was yanked into a janitor's closet just after the lunch bell went off. Figuring she'd have to fight off a pack of blood thirsty cheerleaders, she grit her teeth and prepared a headbutt.

An angry set of blue eyes glared at her from beneath a white striped, black beanie, halting her lunge attoseconds into it's start.

She actually wanted the bloodthirsty cheerleaders now.

Pull me off to

Darkened corners

Where all other eyes

Avoid us

"You're suffering from one of a massive variation of mental disorder that causes spontaneous outburst of unpredictability and indefinable acts of irrational behavior, aren't you?", He whispered in his sequacious tranquil fury, moving away from her to lift the blind on the window of the closet door just enough to see if anyone noticed her sudden disappearance.

Apparently they didn't, as he released a sigh and seemed to shrink with lost tension.

Turning back he was assaulted, lips first, by an utterly ravenous blunette. He was pushed up to the wall, not to sudden as to make a racket but firmly enough to know he wasn't squirming anywhere she didn't want him to be.

Pulling away, he managed an at least aggravated sounding, "Sadistic manipulative siren."

With a crooked, lustful grin on her flushed, possibly bruised lips, she countered, "Predictably masochistic puppet."

"I hate you."

"I love you too, Honeymuffin."

Tell me

'How I mesmerize you'

I love you

And despise you

They made the beast in that janitor's closet, partying without so much as a glance at eachother. It was halfway through lunch period and her sisters were probably suspicious of here whereabouts.

Eddy and Ed were more or less not concerned with his what's and where's. It wasn't uncommon for him to pass most of lunch to do some extra work.

It was common, however, for him to use that as an excuse to do that "extra work" on her body and between her legs. His "hands on" and "silver tongue" skills were improving. At the, temporary, cost/loss of his self control and ability to think clearly. Or at all.

Not like both heads needed a brain.

She didn't seek him out for the rest of the school day, walking around to entry the cafeteria from the other side so as to lessen the gossip surrounding conveniently late arrivals. It didn't work.

A grilled cheese and some crappy but cold orange juice were the best she could chose to settle her stomach. Sex while almost fully clothed was horribly hot and sweaty, figurativly an literally, and far more exhausting when done upright in skinny jeans whilst inside a stuffy small space.. At least it was early release day, so she wouldn't have to explain her flushed face and buckling knees to teachers or the nurse.

Back to the crowd

And you ignore me

She didn't bother returning for the last five minutes of the school day. Instead she ventured down to the old janitor's closet she and he resisters used to haunt. Damn thing was no longer on the blue prints, if what Double D said could be trusted. So of course she would hide out down there until-

She walked into the cheerleaders as they left their locker room.

She couldn't even find the single swear to define her situation before Nazz rushed her. She just managed a smirk aggressively before a manicured fist split her bottom lip.

At least she didn't lose that fight. Little miss Cheer Captain wasn't going to be showing off that flat and thoroughly tenderized stomach anytime soon unless the cheer routines required black and blue body paint.

Fuck, her lip hurt.

Bedroom eyes

To those before me

"Hold still, this doesn't get any easier when you keep jumping back.", He said as he dabbed her lip with the rag soaked in antiseptic. It was the stuff doctors used to reduce scarring when cleaning around stitches and deep wounds. Of course he'd have some, being the son of a doctor and friends with Eddy and Ed.

Didn't mean her lip was going to sting any-

"Fuck! Nope, nope.", Rather than simple draw back and hiss, she completely retreated this time, covering her mouth with a hand and holding the wrist of his hand with the offending piece of cloth at bay, curled on her side with her feet against his chest, "Nope."

"I have to sanitize your wound. The antiseptic will reduce bruising an swelling and help quicken the healing. If I don't it may swell further and you'd have to explain why you left school, came to my house and left with a noticeably swollen and bruised lip.", The way he purposely worded it made it seem as though he was the direct cause of her lip's current state.

Though her actions with him were far more at fault. But he hadn't stopped her. So they were both at fault, just more so her than him.

"Fine. Nope!", She hastily stopped his move to dab her lip with a twist of his wrist that drew a sharp breath from him, "Give me the rag, I'll do it myself."

"Marie."

"Give me the rag or I'll rip this arm off and take it home with me."

He looked at her before dropping the rag on her chest, then passing her the bottle. He was rewarded with the fact that he was now free to massage the torqued joint while she tried to administer the antiseptic herself, "You're supposed to rub it around the wound to let it soak in and heal deeper. Then lightly pour it on the wound itself to-", he couldn't finish as his doorbell rang, "Peculiar, I wasn't expecting company today. More so then usual..."

She watched as he got up and rotated his arm a bit before leaving his room to answer the door. Shrugging and busying herself with her lip, she almost inhaled the rag whole when she heard the sudden creak of the door being jerked open.

"Nazz?"

What was she doing her-oh. Of course.

Work his pity button and, in getting some superficial medical attention, let him to see a bit more of you when so few others get the privilege of doing so. The hardest part would be to convince him to have sex without him focusing more on your injury than his libido.

Judging by the look he gave her as he returned to fetch another rag and the rest of the miracle ointment, he had pieced together the situation on the way up the stairs.

Nazz probably said something along the lines of "some butch of a bitch took my money and beat me up so I wouldn't say anything". It probably didn't work as she and his girlfriend had far more minor, but noticeable abrasions to their hands and persons' corresponding with the injuries they sought him out to deal with.

And within less than a half hour of him last seeing either.

A glance at her left hand told her that was most likely the case as she did sport some scrapes across her middle and ring knuckles where she'd missed gut and hit a rhinestone covered purse or wall instead.

Well, she'd just have to wait till the tramp got her medicine and went back to her religiously disastrous relationship with Kevin.

Damn.

That hit home more than it should have.

How am I supposed to handle

The tramp now gone, she was free to embrace her boyfriend. Only for him to give her a 'I'm not excepting any of your bullshit this time' look.

It was that time.

She took a deep breath, her lips stinging a bit less now as she sat at the edge of the bed, readying herself for the worst part. The argument.

Lit the fuse

And missed the candle

They talked.

Things got tense

Then they bickered.

Things got heated.

They argued.

Words were exchanged like bullets and mortar. Words edged with poison stabbed and made connection. Tongues like swords clashed without a swap of saliva or the tantalising tickling of tongsils.

Things got worse.

They went in on each other.

She called out his parents being on the verge of separating. He struck back that both his parents at least stayed together as long as they did.

She accused him of having been with May prior to them getting back together.

That gave him quite a pause.

He couldn't deny it. He didn't deny it.

She expected as much.

Like May would ever stay after school to study.

They parted. Really, she stormed out the back door, leaving behind her backpack and many hot, anger tears.

Their throats were sore and raw, their fists white at the knuckles, their bodies shaking from adrenaline, and their hearts broken, aching and crying out for the other.

She didn't know what they were at this point.

It scared her.

Damn

If you wanna let me go

Baby please

Just let me know

Ever have one of those moments where your maybe-maybe not-ex and you are invited to a party as a couple, but you're too polite to turn it down? Cause if you did, welcome to the club.

She could feel the sweat on their palms as they did their best to not look like they'd verbally beat the shit out of each other two weeks ago, had moped around for half that time and hadn't spoken since. So far, she had a promising career as an actress. You know minus the controversy that came with it. Last thing she needed was a scandalous relationship with a legendary sex life.

Oh right.

It was Eddy's Seventeenth Birthday, and of course the one thing he wanted was money. Double D just gave him two hundred dollars, with some folded cardboard to make it looks like four through the envelope. Marie gave him the finger with a little gold ribbon as a ring.

He loved it, obviously.

It was a decent party; The snacks were delicious. Eddy could and did barbecue up some mean burgers and franks. Jazz and Kevin kept their private issues private. The games were horribly competitive, and may or may not have involved something akin to gambling and or betting.

Then the worst thing happened.

Nazz complemented how they were just the cutest couple. As if she, Marie Ethal Kanker, hadn't marked her territory allover her, Nazz Van Bartonschmeer's, bed.

That bitch.

And him.

He thanked her, commenting that she and Kevin weren't that much different. And to top it off, he leant down and kissed the hand belonging to his low key ex girlfriend, making eye contact and saying how he couldn't imagine being with any other girl.

Her heart fluttered, her cheeks flushed and she chewed her lip, balanced on the thin line between love and hate.

So he decided to side against her?

Fine, she'd get him back.

You're not gonna get away

With

Leadin' me on

They found themselves back at his house now, the party having wound down around the same time a drunk and for some reason enraged Rolf decided to go at the food table with the Helm of Punishment or Discipline or whaterever.

Breathless kisses and desperate pulling all she gave him for communication. He could only reply with constant stumbling and eager hands as they tried to reach the stairs. He could taste the soft beer on her lips and tongue as she worked his belt away without opening her eyes. She could taste the soda on his lips. Forever the responsible teetotaller, he was.

He didn't suspect anything but angry sex, so she knew he wouldn't pay attention to the belt now fastened around his left wrist as she pushed him down to the couch.

She climbed over his lap, eyeing the buldge keeping his pants at his pelvis for the time being.

His right hand came up along her left hip and made to go under her shirt and get at her chest, but we caught it by the wrist and held it up over his head, bent at the elbow so his knuckles were pressed into the back of the couch

Before he could speak against his domination, she proceeded to dominate his mouth as well, keeping his attention divided and and weak in the right places. Her hips pumping against his tented boxers being ground zero of where she wanted his focus.

Pulling back she peeled off her hoodie and sports bra in one go before tossing them to the other end of the couch, leaning up on her knees so her pale chest was presented to him, which, judging from the spark in his eyes and the cheek to cheek flush, undoubtedly made for a breathtaking worm's eye view.

He leaned forward, intent on wrapping her in his arms and suckling her sore beyond belief.

He stopped when his arms bound behind his head and back, held to the couch by her right arm told him that wasn't how this was going to go down.

Her thin lips pulled to form a grin worthy of the devil told him he'd made a terribly literal "bone"-headed folly.

He watched as she stood, still restraining him and unbdid her own pants. Sliding them down to her knees, she then performed an amazing twist that put her backside to him, her hand releasing him for a split second before reclaiming its steel grip on the taught leather belt.

She lowered herself gradually, just quick enough to silence any protests, but slow enough that the act of penetration itself was torment in him, the constricting slit in his boxers preventing her from getting him completely in her.

But she could work him just fine like this.

Say

That you want me

Everyday

That you want me

Every Way

That you need me

Got me trippin'

Super Psyscho Love

She bounced on him like a jumping bean on a trampoline. Her grip on his bound arms was abandoned in favor of holding his thighs to steady herself. It had been redundant, honestly. One arm bent back over his shoulder and the other locked down behind his back. He wasn't going anywhere.

Confident in her figurative and literal position, she cast a saucy glance over her shoulder, blue hair bouncing in and out of her peripheral as she locked eyes with him.

He was giving her such an intense stare, she could swear his pupils were turning red with heat vision. Beads of sweat were rolling down his face, his lips parted as he drew in harsh gasps each time she descended upon him. It felt like she was trying to knock the air from his lungs. It also felt like she wanted him to relocate her organs.

He'd have been more than willing to comply if his arms could move.

The arms in question twitched against the restricting belt, and he felt his shoulders rotate quite a bit in their sockets. Each wrist followed, the belt moving across the reddened skin just enough to allow slack.

A faint, internal poppingwas felt as long bones shifted to a more suitable alignment.

His eyes widened at his new discovery. A spark of determination in his eyes, he tried to steady his breathing as he slowly moved his arms...

Marie panted through clenched teeth as her brow creased, waiting until she felt his hips jolt against her to pull herself up and off him. It wouldn't be long now, and then she'd have her reven-

What was that popping sound?

As her eyes opened to look for the source, she witnessed a pair of bound wrists and forearms slip down over her upper torso, trapping her arms against her sides as a hard thrust alerted her to her asassailant and lover.

There was no way he could have-

A deep, reaching thrust proved her wrong as the wind was knocked from her, her eyes screwed shut as he turned the tables and fucked her on them.

Aim

Pull the trigger

Fell the pain

Getting bigger

Go insane

From the bitter feelin'

Trippin'

Super Psycho Love

She was on the bottom now, Double D fucking her from behind like a dog on a bitch in heat.

Each thrust traveled up her body, sending sweat falling as hips continuously collided. She was on her chest and knees, ass arched up as he pounded her without mercy. She couldn't think to stop him, let alone scream in ecstacy.

There was barely enough air in her lungs to whimper as she watched him ravage her from her peripheral vision.

He was like an animal, all thrusting hips and grunting breaths he went on, doing his best to not finish first. He had to win over her this time.

Her orgasm was building quickly, she could feel the pressure at the pit of her torso. If he kept up like this she'd-

He stopped his thrusting on his pull back, the tip just left inside of her as he panted out a command.

"Be...Beg for it."

"Fuck me.", The words came so naturally, she didn't even try to stop herself.

A grin spread across his face as he gave her one sharp thrust and pulled back again watching as she squirmed and writhed in the throws of a near orgasm. She wiggled her hips, trying to sti!ulate herself further, "Don't stop, please!"

"Say it again."

Say

You want me

Say

You need me

He listened as she begged, her eyes watering as she cried for her release, her once calm, sultry voice growing hoarse as she pleaded for him to plunder and plow her.

He heeded her carnal craving and thrust forward, going as slow as possible as she panted from the sensation.

He was going to enjoy this.

Tear

My heart out

Slow

And bleed me

Despite his best efforts, he came. She did as well.

It was amazing. He collapsed onto his side, pulling her to him as he went down.

She untied his hands, allowing him to properly snuggle her. The belt fell to lay with her pants, panties, bra and hoodie. The only bit of clothing on either of them being his thoroughly sweat soaked shirt and half off pants.

She ground her hips back, enjoying the feeling of him still nestled in her, even while floppy.

She turned her head back to look at him as he panted against her bare shoulder, admiring rthe flush of exertion he retained after finishing and the way it contrasted with his eyes.

"You're parents are gonna kill you for ruining their couch."

He shrugged, burying his nose in the hair at the back of her head, enjoying the pheromones he smelt there, "Let them, I'll die a happy man."

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

"But we should seriously clean up before they get home and decide to permanently kick me out."

"The night's still young."

You want me

You need me

You're gonna

Be with me

She turned into bed that night, at her own home, in her shared bed. She had washed off at his house and jogged her ass home before her mother got home from the night shift.

May was still in the bathroom when she arrived, so she stripped down, got into a fresh set of nighties and pushed her soiled clothes as far down the hamper as possibe before he climbed in with the roar-snoring beast that was her three eyed red head sister.

I know you want me to

I think you want me to

Please say you want me to

He lay in bed, content smile on his face. He was tired, sore and once again involved with a spitefire of a girl who had the libidos of Aphrodite and the fist of Ares. He could possible draw a comparison to Hephaestus if he tried hard enough.

They were a dysfunctional couple like you'd never believe.

And yet, he was okay with that.

He was okay with this.

Nothing could ruin this for them.

Because you're going to

She sat frozen in the bathroom, seated on the edge of the bathtub. She stared down at the positive test in her hands.

This just...

Her world seemed to screech to a halt.

She couldn't be.

It was one time.

They had been careful.

He'd brought protection and pulled out.

She was even on the pill.

There shouldn't have even been so wide a chance that...

That she was pregnant.

Anger flooded her. Why!?

Why her?

Why now?

Why couldn't this have happened to Nazz?! Or Sarah?!

Or Lee?

Or...

Hot tears sprang in her eyes as she broke the test in two and threw it at the adjacent wall, the screen having the audacity to still display the results of their tryst.

She quietly sobbed into her arms long into the night.

Say

That you want me

Everyday

That you want me

Every Way

That you need me

Got me trippin'

Super Psycho Love

Aim

Pull the trigger

Feel the pain

Getting bigger

Go insane

From the bitter fellin'

Trippin'

Super Psycho Love

Her mother found her still curled up beside the tub when she got home.

She saw the tears stains. The puffy red eyes.

She saw the test.

She didn't need to hear a word. She helped her youngest child stand, leading her to her room where she slept the remainder of the night comforted by her mother.

May wished they'd actually only studied that day. This had been a test she would have prayed for a negative result on.

Say

That you want me

Everyday

That you want me

Every Way

That you need me

Got me trippin'

Super Psycho Love

Aim

Pull the trigger

Feel the pain

Gettin' bigger

Go insane

From the bitter feelin'

Trippin'

Super Psycho Love

-Chapter's End-

A/N: Final-Fucking-Lee! I can't believe this chapter took so freaking long. I contemplated deleting it so many times! The only thing stopping me was the chance to screw and and make a considerable one shot story with a severely shocking ending. And let's be honest with ourswlves, who saw "May being preggers from Double D" coming? Huh? Any one?

Well, there you go! A new chapter to hold you lot over. And an update to ensure I'm not dead! Despite the fact that I've heard more gunshots and police sirens in my neighborhood than I can count. Seriously, I don't even walk my dog around here.

But hey, who came here to read about my life and unfortunate place of residence? Nobody that's who.

So let me know how you liked it. Send in song requests and I'll do my best to make stories out of them.

Keep in mind, my best isn't a constant thing. It's about as consistent as Superman's resistance to kryptonite and magic.

You know what to do.

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