#a lava lamp of mischief

[amalgamateofficial]

I woke up and felt the insatiable need to doodle a sassy Kokichi today <3

[glittervame]

Your mine

Based off of this fanfic Billy <3

The warmth of the summer had finally given way to the briskness of early autumn as Y/n stepped off the Hogwarts Express, her eyes scanning the platform for her friends. She had returned to the castle, feeling a peculiar blend of excitement and nervousness for her sixth year. It wasn't just the thrill of new classes or the anticipation of the latest Quidditch tournaments that filled her; it was the secret she had been carrying with her all summer long. Her body was a canvas, adorned with fresh ink, each tattoo telling a story of her life or memories with her friends.

Her hair had grown out over the months, cascading in gentle waves down her back, and her skin glowed with a subtle tan from countless hours spent outdoors.

As she made her way through the throngs of students, her heart skipped a beat when she spotted Mattheo. His eyes lit up with recognition and he broke into a wide smile, rushing over to envelop her in a tight embrace. He had grown a bit taller over the summer, his frame more muscular and his features more defined, but it was his kind eyes that held her attention as they searched hers.

"You're back!" he exclaimed, his voice a familiar comfort. "I've missed you so much!"

Y/n blushed, returning his smile. "Missed you too," she murmured, feeling the warmth of his body pressed against hers. They had been together for three years now, and every moment apart felt like an eternity.

Mattheo's eyes began to rove over her, taking in her new look. He noticed the way her robes hung differently, the hint of new ink peeking out from her collar and wrists.

The tattoos have been a part of her body since she was allowed to enter a tattoo shop with a parent's signature. New ones would pop up during their holiday breaks and they quickly became a defining feature alongside her beauty.

Mattheo's dorm room is a cozy and slightly messy haven filled with the scent of old books, faint notes of incense, and the occasional waft of takeout. The walls are adorned with posters of his favorite bands and artists, while the floor is scattered with clothes, empty soda cans, and textbooks fighting for space. The bed, a lofted wonder, hovers over a desk that is cluttered with wires, a laptop, and a half-finished sculpture. The room is dimly lit, with only a desk lamp and the glow of a lava lamp providing the ambiance.

Mattheo and Y/n are in the middle of a make-out session playing catch up because they haven't see each other all summer break due to her spending it in France with her grandmother. His arms are wrapped tightly around her waist, pulling her closer as their kisses deepen. Y/n's hands trace the contours of his face, her thumbs brushing over the stubble that has formed since his last shave. His hands wander, too, slipping under her shirt to feel the warmth of her skin. They're both lost in the moment, the world outside their little bubble fading into oblivion.

The sound of their laughter pierces the silence as they break apart, both slightly out of breath. "God, I've missed you," Mattheo whispers, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

Y/n smiles, her cheeks flushed. "Me too," she says, before leaning in to kiss him again.

Mattheo playfully nudges her, pushing her backward onto the bed. They giggle as they collapse onto the mattress, which protests with a series of squeaks. He straddles her, his hands interlocking with hers, and raises their arms above her head. "Gotcha!" he declares, grinning.

Y/n tries to wriggle free, but his grip is firm. "No, no, you don't!" she squeals, her laughter bubbling up as she kicks her legs.

Mattheo leans down, his smile turning into a playful scowl. "You're not going anywhere," he says, before letting her go.

Y/n takes the opportunity to flip him over, now on top of him. "Now who's got who?" she asks, her eyes gleaming.

He chuckles, wrapping his arms around her to keep her close. "Alright, alright," he surrenders. "But only because I like this view better."

They lay there, tangled in each other's embrace, sharing whispers and secrets from their summer apart. Y/n tells him about her adventures in Paris, the art she saw, and the food she ate. Mattheo tells her about his internship at the local music magazine, the bands he discovered, and the concerts he went to.

The conversation eventually shifts to more intimate topics, their whispers becoming softer, their touches more tender. They explore each other's bodies, reacquainting themselves with the familiar contours and curves. It's a dance they know well, yet it feels new and exciting with every encounter.

Their kisses grow urgent, their breathing heavy as they let their desires guide them. Clothes are peeled away, revealing skin that's warm and eager for contact. Their hands roam, caressing, teasing, setting each other on fire.

Y/n's heart raced as she straddled Mattheo, feeling his strong thighs tense beneath her. The dim light from the bedside lamp cast a warm glow across his sculpted abs, making his skin seem almost golden. His eyes, dark with desire, searched hers, seeking confirmation. She nodded, her cheeks flushing, and he took that as his cue to lean in, capturing her mouth in a passionate kiss that sent waves of heat coursing through her body.

Their tongues danced together, a delicate tango filled with the sweet promise of what was to come. His hands roamed up her back, pulling her closer as he deepened the kiss. She could feel his arousal pressing against her, and it only served to make her more eager. Gently, she began to grind her hips against him, feeling his grip tighten as he moaned into her mouth.

Breaking the kiss, she whispered his name, her breath hot against his neck. He responded by nibbling her earlobe, sending a shiver down her spine. She leaned back, giving him access to her neck, which he kissed tenderly, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. His hands found their way to the hem of her shirt, and he began to lift it up, revealing her naked torso.

The coolness of the room contrasted with the warmth of his touch as he cupped her breasts, his thumbs flicking over her sensitive nipples. A soft gasp escaped her lips, and she arched her back, encouraging him. He took the hint, his mouth following the path his hands had made, kissing and suckling each peak until she was squirming with pleasure.

Mattheo sat up, his own shirt joining hers on the floor. He wrapped his arms around her, his bare chest pressing against her as he kissed her again. Their bodies were now one, skin to skin, and the sensation was electrifying. Y/n's hands found the buckle of his belt, and with trembling fingers, she undid it, the sound echoing in the quiet room.

Mattheo stood up, gently lifting her with him. He laid her down on the bed, his eyes never leaving hers as he removed the rest of their clothing. The sight of him, standing over her, completely naked, was almost too much to handle. She reached up, her hand tracing the line of his chest, down to his waist, and back up again. He took her hand and placed it over his heart, feeling it thump wildly against her palm.

He climbed onto the bed, his body aligning with hers, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He took a moment to appreciate her beauty, her eyes wide with anticipation, her skin flushed with desire. He positioned himself at her entrance, and with a deep, shaky breath, he pushed inside her.

The feeling was indescribable, a perfect blend of pain and pleasure that had her eyes rolling back in her head. He stilled when he found a tattoo of his name in swirling black ink on the inside of her thigh. It was a secret she had been keeping from him, a declaration of her love etched into her very skin.

"S-shit," His hips stutter at the sight, and his eyes meet hers, wide with shock and arousal. "You're so fucking perfect."

He began to move, a slow, steady rhythm that had her nails digging into his back. She matched his pace, arching her hips to meet each of his powerful thrusts. The friction between them grew, igniting a fire that threatened to consume them both.

Their moans filled the room, a symphony of need and want. He kissed her again, hard and possessive, as if he could brand her with his passion. She responded in kind, her tongue fighting his for dominance as their bodies moved together in a dance of pure lust.

The tension grew, coiling tighter with every stroke. Y/n could feel it building deep within her, an unstoppable force that threatened to shatter her into a million pieces. She clung to him, her breaths coming in ragged gasps, her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to hold on.

One of Mattheo's hands had found itself around her neck, "Mine," he growled, his teeth scraping along her jawline. "You're always going to be mine."

The possessiveness in his voice sent a shiver up her spine, and she couldn't help but moan in agreement. It was true; she belonged to him, heart and soul.

The climax hit her like a tidal wave, crashing over her with the force of a thousand suns. She cried out, her body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her. Mattheo's own release followed, his body tensing as he spilled himself inside her.

He lays her on the bed and starts kissing up her thighs to the tattoo of his name, and she giggles. "Always," she whispers, her voice a little hoarse.

[psychedelic-ink]

ㅤㅤㅤ✦ 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓

ㅤㅤ70s rockstar!dieter bravo x innocent fanf!reader

genre: smut, minors dni, 70s rockstar au

word count: 2.2k

summary: it's the 70s and your friend invites you to an underground club where one of your favorite musicians is playing: dieter bravo.

warnings: innocence kink, mild corruption kink, backstage s.ex, piv, dirty talk, weed, oral + handjob (male receiving)

a/n: this is my secret santa gift for @dark-scape! I hope you like it! 🎄🎄🎄 and thank you to @pedrostories who hosted the event, I had a blast writing this and I hope you enjoy, happy holidays! ♡♡♡

You stand at the entrance of the dimly lit alley, feeling the air thick with anticipation. Diane stands right next to you, equally as excited but way more relaxed compared to you. The muffled sound of a soulful guitar seeps through the cracks, sending shivers down your spine.

“Come on, don’t look so scared,” Diane says, taking you by the hand. “There’s a reason why I brought you here today. A little birdie told me Dieter Bravo is playing tonight in secret.” 

"Dieter? Like, THE Dieter Bravo?" you stammer, your eyes widening with disbelief.

“The one and only. Now let’s go!”

Excitement bubbles within you as you process the information. Dieter, the musician whose records adorn your bedroom walls, is playing. You can’t believe it. Knots form in your stomach and you have the sudden urge to gag. What would you do if he tried to talk to you? 

You vigorously shake your head. That wouldn’t happen. There’s no way he notices you among the crowd.

Nonetheless, you’re still excited.  

As you walk in, your heart beats madly within your chest. The air carries a sweet, heavy scent of incense, and the dimly lit space is adorned with wild tapestries. The soulful strumming of a guitar creates a low buzz as people chat and laugh, immersed in the ambiance.

The shifting colors of the lights cast a dreamy glow over the scene. You notice multiple people making out, most of them pushed against the walls. It’s a very close-knit scene. A lava lamp flickers in the background now and then, the shadows playing over the colorful walls.

Navigating through the crowd, you discover the heart of the club—a small stage bathed in psychedelic lights. It’s empty for now and once more you feel your pulse racing. The room pulses with a different kind of energy, experimental and free. Occasionally, there's a hint of something herbal in the air.

Diane leans closer to you, her lips brushing against your ear, “Let’s head to the front, they’re up in five!” 

The anticipation in the room reaches its peak as the lights dim even further, and the crowd hushes in unison. The stage comes alive with a burst of colors, and there he is—Dieter Bravo, center stage, bathed in the vibrant hues.

The crowd erupts in cheers and applause as Dieter starts strumming his guitar, the soulful notes resonating through the room. His voice, smooth and magnetic, weaves through the melodies, casting a spell on everyone in the room. You find yourself swaying to the rhythm, completely captivated.

While the music envelops the space, you catch Dieter's eye. His mischievous smile sends a shockwave through you, and you feel your body tingle with embarrassment. Is he really looking at you? The possibility sends your heart into a frenzy.

Diane nudges you, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Looks like someone caught the eye of the rock god himself," she teases, giving you a playful grin.

You can't help but glance back at Dieter, and this time, he holds your gaze. His fingers glide effortlessly over the strings, but his eyes stay locked on yours. Your breath hitches as you watch Dieter play, his fingers moving over the strings with such skill and fluidity. You had never felt this way before, so drawn to someone like this. . . You can't believe how he can make a simple guitar sound so sensual and seductive.

You find yourself unable to look away, and Dieter notices, a sly grin spreading across his lips. Your eyes meet and you feel a jolt of electricity shoot through your body. He winks at you and slowly licks his lips, sending a shiver down your spine.

You can't help but imagine what it would be like to have those talented hands caressing your body, making you feel things you’ve never felt before. But deep down you know it won’t work out. He probably wasn’t even looking at you but at the crowd in general, there’s no way the heat in his gaze was directed at you. 

The last note fades into the air, Dieter finally breaks the spell and looks away, confirming your thoughts, yet, a coy smile still plays on his lips. You take a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart and the fire that his performance has ignited inside you. 

Dieter stands up from his stool and enters the backstage area. You watch him disappear behind the curtain, but before you can snap out of your daze, someone taps you on the shoulder.

"Excuse me, Dieter would like to see you backstage," a stagehand says, gesturing towards the curtain.

You hesitate, unsure if you should go. But something inside you tugs at your curiosity, and before you know it, you're telling Diane you’ll be back in a second and following the stagehand toward the backstage area.

Stepping behind the curtain, you're hit with a flurry of activity: instruments being packed away, band members chatting, and Dieter standing in the corner, a small smile on his face as he sees you enter.

"Hey," he greets, walking over to you. "I'm glad you came back here."

You smile nervously, feeling a rush of excitement and nerves all at once. You can't believe you're actually standing backstage with Dieter.

Dieter leads you to a secluded small room. You sit down on a couch, and Dieter sits down next to you, his thigh brushing against yours.

"I saw you in the crowd," he says, looking at you with a hint of admiration in his eyes. You notice him pulling out a joint and lighting it. He takes a deep breath before offering it to you. 

You shake your head, declining.

"No thanks, I don't smoke," you say, a small smile on your lips.

Dieter raises his eyebrows, his grin growing wider.

"Interesting," he says, his voice laced with amusement. "Usually the people that come to my shows can’t wait to get a hit. I can’t wait to get to know you more. . . intimately."

Dieter's words send a shiver down your spine, and you can't help but feel a spark of excitement at the thought of him being interested in you. You've always had a bit of an innocent personality, and the idea of Dieter being drawn to that only adds fuel to the fire.

He leans in closer to you, warm breath tickling your cheek.

"I have a bit of a soft spot for innocent types like you," he says, his voice low. "It turns me on."

A surge of heat spreads through your body, and you can feel yourself burning up under his gaze. You can't believe this is happening, that Dieter of all people is showing interest in you.

He leans in even closer, his lips almost brushing against your ear as he whispers, "I want to show you a good time."

Dieter's words send a jolt of arousal through you, and you get lost in the moment as he starts kissing your neck. But a sense of embarrassment washes over you, and you feel the need to stop him before things go any further.

"Wait," you murmur, pulling back slightly. "I've never done this before."

Dieter smiles, his lips brushing against your skin as he speaks. "That's even better."

Your heart races at his words, and you feel yourself getting even more wet. Dieter takes your wrist and guides your hand to his impressive bulge, causing you to gasp at the feeling of him underneath his pants.

"See how much you turn me on?" he murmurs, his lips still on your neck. "Do you want to explore more?"

You nod, unable to find the words to express how much you want this. Dieter moves his hand down to the hem of your dress, deftly sliding it up your legs. You feel a surge of nervousness at the thought of him fingering you, but the excitement and desire coursing through your body overpowers it.

Dieter smirks, his fingers finding their way to your underwear. He starts rubbing teasing circles against your clit, making you moan breathlessly. You try to muffle your sounds, but Dieter stops you.

"Don't hold back," he whispers, his hot breath tickling your ear. "I want to hear how much you're enjoying this."

With his permission, you let yourself go and start making louder noises, each touch of his fingers sending waves of pleasure through your body. Dieter continues to tease you, alternating between slow and fast movements, driving you crazy.

"Does it feel good?" he asks, his voice a seductive whisper against your ear. "Being fingered by your favorite rockstar?"

You can only nod, unable to form a coherent sentence as Dieter's skilled fingers bring you closer and closer to the edge. And when you finally reach your climax with a cry of pleasure, Dieter smirks triumphantly before leaning in to kiss you.

Dieter breaks the kiss and guides your hand to his already hard cock. Your breathing quickens as you wrap your fingers around it, feeling its impressive size and girth. Dieter groans, his head falling back as you start to stroke him, your hand moving up and down his shaft.

You feel his pulse racing beneath your touch, his breathing becoming more ragged with each stroke. You glance up at him and see the intense desire in his eyes, fueling your own fire even more.

"Fuck, keep going," Dieter moans, his hips slightly thrusting into your hand. And you do, picking up the pace as you stroke him faster, your own arousal building again at the sight of him losing control.

His grip on your wrist is firm but not too tight, guiding your hand up and down his length. The heat emanating from him as you work your hand makes your head spin, feeling the softness of his skin contrasting with the hardness of his arousal.

"Is this what you wanted?" Dieter asks, his voice low and gruff as he watches you intently.

You can only nod, unable to find your voice as you focus on your task at hand. Dieter's breathing becomes heavier and his hips start to move in rhythm with your strokes. His eyes are locked on yours, and you can see the desire and pleasure in them.

Feeling bold, you lean in and press your lips against his, eliciting a groan from deep within his throat. His hands move to your hips, pulling you closer as he deepens the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth.

Dieter's body tenses under your touch, and you know he's close. 

"I can't take it anymore," Dieter groans, stopping your hand and pulling you over his lap in one smooth motion. You gasp as he positions himself at your entrance, his hands gripping your hips as he thrusts up into you.

"Oh god, Dieter," you moan, your head falling back as he fills you completely. His strokes are deep and powerful, rocking your entire body as he pounds into you.

As he continues to move inside you, Dieter starts to whisper in your ear, his voice deep and full of gravel.

"You have no idea how much I love defiling such a pretty fan like you," he growls, his hands gripping your hips even tighter. "Seeing you lose control like this, it drives me wild."

You can feel his words send shivers down your spine, igniting a deeper fire within you. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as you meet his thrusts with your own.

"Fuck, you feel so good," Dieter groans, his pace becoming even more frenzied.

You can't help but moan and whimper as he continues to tease you, his words adding to the intense pleasure coursing through your body. He knows exactly how to push your buttons, and you can't imagine anything better than this moment.

"Dieter, I'm close," you cry out, your body trembling with each thrust. "Please, don't stop."

Dieter's eyes darken at your words, and he thrusts into you even faster. The pleasure building in your body becomes almost too much to handle, and you can feel yourself reaching your peak.

With a loud cry, you climax, your body tensing as you gush around him. Dieter groans and thrusts a few more times before pulling out and telling you to get on your knees.

You quickly comply, sinking to the floor and opening your mouth, eager for his release. Dieter stands above you, his hand stroking his cock as he looks down at you with a hungry expression.

"Such a good girl," he says, his voice filled with desire. "Now, open wide and take all of me."

You obediently open your mouth wider as he guides his cock between your lips, pushing himself inside. You moan around him, the taste of him driving you wild as he begins to move in and out of your mouth.

His thrusts become rougher and more erratic, and you can feel his release getting closer. You suck and lick him eagerly, wanting to taste every drop of his release.

With one final thrust, Dieter cries out and spills himself into your mouth. You swallow it all, eagerly taking every inch of him until he is spent.

As he pulls away, he looks down at you with a satisfied smile. "You did so well, my little fan," he says, helping you to your feet. "Nothing beats sex after a concert."

“Was. . . was I good?” 

Pulling you on top of his lap once more, he claims his lips, his cock twitching as he tastes himself on your tongue. 

“You were perfect.” 

[tashiberrie]

✮ WANNA GO HIGHER ✮  challengers x fem!reader 

mdni

⋆💌⋆ TAGS - fem reader, drug usage (weed), fwb kinda situation, everyone is high but it’s all consensual, no established relationships, suggestive

wc- 686

masterlist

The soft hum of rnb music filled the dimly lit dorm room, mingling with the heavy scent of marijuana. The glow from a lava lamp cast wavy and colorful shadows on the walls, creating an intimate and almost surreal atmosphere. The four of you sat in a circle on the floor, passing around a joint, your laughter and whispered secrets blending into the warm haze of the evening.

Tashi took a slow, deliberate drag, letting the smoke curl around her fingers before handing it off to you. She leaned back against a pile of mismatched pillows, her eyes half-lidded and sparkling with mischief.

“I swear, every time we do this, the world just feels... better,” she murmured, her voice a sultry purr that sent shivers down your spine.

You accepted the joint, your fingers brushing ever so slightly. The brief contact sent a jolt through you, who hid a smile by taking a deep hit. The smoke filled your lungs, warm and inviting, before you exhaled slowly. "You always know how to set the mood, Tash," you replied, your voice low and flirtatious.

Across from you, Patrick watched the exchange with a lazy grin. He leaned closer to Art, who was nestled comfortably against his side. Art’s hand absently traced patterns on the brunette's thigh, the simple touch making Patrick’s heartbeat quicken. "Doesn’t she, though?" Patrick said, his voice a rumble that vibrated through the blonde’s touch. "Our Duncanator is a master of ambiance."

Tashi's eyes sparkled with amusement. "I aim to please," she teased, her gaze lingering on you a moment longer than necessary. She reached for the joint, but you held it just out of reach, a playful smirk on your lips.

"What's the magic word?" you teased, your tone light but your eyes dark with intent.

Tashi leaned in, her lips dangerously close to your ear. "Please," she whispered, her breath hot against your sweaty skin.

The tension in the room thickened, the air heavy with more than just smoke. Art shifted slightly, the movement drawing Patrick's attention. He turned his head, capturing his lips in a slow, languid kiss that tasted of weed and desire. Art’s fingers tightened on Patrick’s thigh, a soft moan escaping the blonde's swollen lips as Patrick deepened the kiss.

You finally handed the joint to Tashi, your fingers brushing once more. This time, the touch lingered, a silent promise hanging between the two of you. Tashi's lips curled into a knowing smile as she took a drag, the smoke curling sensuously around her face. She exhaled, the smoke drifting towards you as you watched her with a hungry gaze.

"Looks like we're not the only ones enjoying the vibe," Art murmured, pulling back from Patrick just enough to speak. Art’s blue eyes darted to the other half of his quartet, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips.

Patrick chuckled, his hand slipping under Art’s shirt, tracing the lines of his muscles. "Seems that way," he agreed, his voice a rough whisper. He pressed a kiss to his neck, savoring the taste of Art’s skin.

The joint made its way back to you, who took a long drag before passing it to Art. Your eyes never left Tashi's, the charged silence between you speaking volumes. She leaned forward, her hand finding your thigh, her touch burning through the fabric of your thin tennis shorts.

"Maybe we should make this a regular thing," Tashi suggested, her voice a low, seductive murmur.

You swallowed hard, your pulse quickening under her touch. "I think I'd like that," you replied, your voice barely more than a breath.

Art shifted again, turning to face Patrick fully. His hands roamed freely, exploring familiar territory with renewed fervor. Patrick’s fingers tangled in Art’s sun kissed curls pulling him closer for another searing kiss.

The room pulsed with heat and smoke, the boundaries between friends blurring into something more. As the night wore on, the haze thickened, enveloping you all in a cocoon of warmth and desire. It was a night of shared secrets, lingering touches, and the intoxicating blend of weed and whispered promises.

[cianmarstoo]

Is Alex a morning person or a night person?

he's kind of both-

he's very much one of those kids who is just like 'Imma stay awake all hours of the day and will be totally fine', then an hour later is all whiny and having to be either carried or cuddled by either Meredith or Derek

🌞 He tends to wake up earlier when he's little or between headspaces, either going to cause mischief somewhere, or going in to Meredith and Derek, full of energy. This works for Derek who is definitely a morning person, and if he's not in early he'll take Alex fishing with him (though post watching Finding Nemo Alex refuses to let Derek actually catch any), or they'll go walking through the woods near Derek's trailer/the dream house. If Meredith's worked nights then Derek will take Alex to a local bougie bakery to pick up pastries for them all, and coffee for him and Mer, and a hot chocolate or a smoothie for Alex to take home to her 🌞

🌛Alex tends to want to stay up later when he's with his cousins, or when he's fighting his little headspace, or if there's been a big Greys level drama and he's wanting to be near his parents... or if he's really into whatever he's doing. They're pretty good at keeping him to a schedule which helps, but sometimes they can't help it at all. He tends to have a bubble bath at night to help chill him a little, especially with lavender bubble bath or something. Both of his bedroom have little cool lamps like lava lamps and a salt lamp (from Lexie... they've told Alex multiple times not to lick it even if he finds it cool that its salty) and they put music and a white/brown noise machine on... still sometimes he sneaks out to play with something he was playing with, or if he's big its to game with Jackson (because the two are always getting in trouble with each other) Meredith is more a natural night owl (Derek had to learn to be one because of their work), so will normally go and hang out with Alex, laying beside him in bed, either talking to him about hospital drama, or reading him her mothers journals.... or perhaps actual storybooks if Alex asks for them. If he's over tired but insisting on staying awake, one of them will take him on a car ride to get him to sleep, because an awake all night Alex is a cranky the next day 🌞

🏥👪✨Ask me some headcanons here✨🏥👪

[sketchfanda]

A Little Moxxie Love:Cotton Candy Queen Bee

Somedays Moxxie had to wonder if he was somehow the luckiest and unluckiest guy in all of he’ll all at once. Born into wealth but it eas a mafia family,had a wonderful mom but lost ehr to his asshole of a dad. Who apparently couldn’t even tell the difference between a bisexual and a homosexual, no surprise there. To say nothing of that moron Chaz,which lead to him being in jail where he’d meet Blitzo. How much better or worse can vary because hey he met and married Millie, the most wonderful and damn fine sexiest thing to come out of the Wrath circle. Who of course was one very kinky, horny little imp who thought very highly of him in the bedroom, which of course he knew had to do with the current situation he found himself in. It was the usual familiar sort of situation, as he eyed his smiling wife sat in a couch in the corner, her tail wagging snd her eyes twinkling with eager mischief for the show she was about to enjoy. A familiar situation, Millie about to indulge in voyeurism watching him go at it with another woman. Only instead of their apartment or some room in a motel or hotel, they were in the bedroom of the personal beehive like home….of Queen Beelzebub herself. Or Queen bee,just plain Bee even, standing right before him in a sultry pose with those four arms of hers, her lava lamp midriff and liquid like tail glowing with a gleam thst gave a bit of atmosphere to the room. To say Moxxie’s brain was going a mile a minute was an understatement and really who could blame him? Not just anyone, let alone an imp got to be an intimate set up like this with the Queen of Gluttony after all but of course here he was and going by the fact she was stripping naked, she wasn’t here to have just a friendly chat or anything….

Bee:-w-“Like hey now, Little Guy,no need to be so nervous. Your lady there is okay on this you know….”*she playfully quipped,walking over to him sensually as thst honey like tail of her swayed lazily behind her. Those pink hazy eyes of his locked on him as he felt like a mouse cornered by a cat. The fact he was currently sitting shirtless might have only added to the overall mood for him…*

Moxxie:”Oooh crumble…well Uhm,ms.Bee,I mean yiur highness,I mean miss queen Bee yiur highness,I mean my lady,I mean…”*and of course there went his brain going all haywire. Making him fumble with his words as his nerves were getting to him.*

Millie:^w^”Deep breath now,hun….”*She reassured her hubby,as she sat cross legged on the couch. Her body trembling and tingling with anticipation at what was sure to be a hell of a show. Sure Moxxie was all nervous right now but once he got in the mood,she knew he’d bring his A game.*

Bee:”You heard her handsome. Just relax…and just Bee is fine.”*the rather easy going part queen added,one claw reaching out To scratch and teases under his chin. Grinning playfully as they watched the imp hitman take a deep breath,inhaling and exhaling before he seemed like he wasn’t as anxious or jittery mere seconds before.*

Moxxie:”Right so Miss Bee,I mean ma’am,Uhm Bee. If you’d just remind me how and why we are doing this? I mean besides that I Millie had Something to with it…”*shooting a teasing glance at his wife,who simp,t gave him a cute little blep his way. He just couldn’t stay mad at her…*

Bee:”Aah wasn’t much,your cute little hellhound gal pal and your lady here told me all about how you,like,get around? Course I got interested and wanted to sample the goods and seemed a fair trade to let the cutie get some quality time with Tex ya know…? Somethjng me and your little lady got in common we like our men to be happy..” *the gluttony fox bee couldn’t help but snicker at Moxxie’s deadpan glance as he rolled those sweet little eyes of his at that statement.*

Millie:”and a deal’s a deal Moxxie. So we’re all good here.”*his wife waved off. She may not seem it on the surface level but right about now she was horny as all fuck. Her baggy black jeans hiding her slit gushing out pussy juice like oil struck from the ground. She’d seen and joined in on Moxxie with succubi,other demon girls,just in hell alone. But the queen of gluttony herself? This was going to be hot.”

Moxxie of course couldn’t help but remember that yes indeed, that’s the how and by he found himself about to get sexually intimately and acquainted with Bee. Apparently Loona had somehow been to one of the gluttony queen’s infamous and legendary parties. They’d kept in touch and Millie of course got involved which lead to their usual game of arranging these kind of set ups for him. The fact it meant Loona was right now busy getting hot,wild and pornographic with Vortex was the deal sealer for the snarky tsundere hellhound. Which would explain the room next door across the way shaking and echoing with the howls and moans he was familiar with her making when she was getting nicely and intensely fucked. The fact she scored this opportunity for a mutual swing was at her nice of her so he couldn’t complain. It helped Bee had opted to have this in her own room away from the prying eyes and ears of her latest party certainly helped, he felt he didn’t need a repeat of the viral pseudo incest live show he and Millie caused at thst summer camped as Moxxine and Millerd. The Imp hitman casting aside any remaining doubt or nerves as he undid his pans. Dropping them along with his boxers as Bee widened her eyes slightly at the sight of his fully exposed cocky. The crimson red length and girth rising to be more stiffer than the rifles or shotguns the imp was used to handling in the job but knew how to use just as well. His own natural lethal weapon, primed and ready to go rock a woman’s world.

Bee:*a look combining shock and surprise on her face before it took on an expression of sultry desire. Licking her maw as she strode okn over the Imp, the wolf bee purring at his determined yet nervous he seemed.*”Well well Little Man, wasn’t expecting such a treat…like I know you’d be lacking but THAT is a nice surprise…now we are ally gonna party……”*soon as she said this,she pressed her lips to his as one of her hands grasped and began to stroke his imp shaft. Pre oozing from the tip as her remaining 3 hands caressed and massaged his torso. Finding that despite his slim looking frame he had some muscle tone to him. Relaxed moans pouring from her as she felt Moxxie’s tongue dance against her own,the imo finding her saliva, no surorise had a sweet tangy taste akin to honey.*

Millie:0/./0”oh this is so damn fucking hot…”*the shortstack wrath imp squirmed,a bundle of aroused energy in her seat getting turned on just watching her husband and the gluttony queen making out. Gripping the couch arms as she looked on at Bee kissing her way down along Moxxie’s neck and chest. Licking her lips and shuddering at hearing her hubby groan with ecstasy as Bee latched her muzzle into his cock. Proceeding to suck and blow as that warm honey like saliva soaked and lubed up his length and girth, the wolf bee feeling her spine tingle,her lava lamp midriff and tail glowing at Moxxie proceeding to buck his hips in response to her sinful fellatio.*

Moxxie:”Oooooh crumbs…..”*Seemed understandable this was all Moxxie could say as the candy sweet,sugary blow on Bee was giving him was unreal. But that didn’t mean the imp was going to stay idle and not give back as good as he was getting. Which was how Bee now found herself laying flat on the bed, lusty howling moans as Moxxie ate her out. His reptilian like tongue probing away at her slit as he licked and lapped up her nectar. No surprise given her nature and being that it had a flavour and texture akin to honey. Her fours closed hands grasping the sheets,her wings fluttering, midriff snd tail glowing with a cozy sensual haze. If she was getting horny before, the imp hitman’s oral skills were working her into going into heat.*

it was only natural then that moxxie and the gluttony queen’s fire okay would lead them right into the main event. The honeycomb walls and ceilings echoing with the sounds of crimson skin slapping against golden fur mixed with primal sounds of passionate ecstasy. The bed’s springs shaking and creaking as the bee wolf took it doggy style. Her lava lamp midriff a liquid tornados in response to thst length and girth pumping into her slit. The inner muscles of ehr oussy stroking and massaging that alpha imp cock as the tip pounded at the door of her womb. Her tail wrapped around his waist as the slimes warmth massaged and soothed his muscles, his hips becoming nearly a blur as his heavy golf ball sized smacking her clit as her ass and tits jiggled and bounced every impact. Millie by this point had stripped off her clothes,naked as they were as she played with herself with lusty abandon. Squeezing her tits and and probing her pussy with abandon, eyes glowing with pink hearts at this front row up close and personal display of her Moxxie’s raw sexual prowess. Nothing got her more turned on than this.

Millie:”just couldn’t help myself,ya know?”*The wrath imp quipped as she knelt on the bed,licking away where Moxxie’s dick met and connected with Bee’ a pussy lips. The pair in a mating press as the gluttony queen used her four arms to hold her own legs back, grunting Moxxie deeper reach and penetration. Millie got so turned on,she added herself to the mix. That was after 5 rounds in from her man cumming inside the honey bee wolf. Not that Bee didn’t mind, if anything it was nice case of lust and gluttony going hand in hand.*

Bee:”mmm you taste sweet as you look cutie…”*the gluttony queen quipped erotically as the shortstack imp sat on her muzzled face. Her tongue lapping away at Millie’s sloppy pussy,drinking up her juices as the tangy taste dazzled her tastebuds. Noting a rather cotton candy flavour to her delight as husband and wife made out above her, moxxie fucking her in basic but effective missionary as his shaft jackhammered away into her sticky,warm honeypot.*

Moxxie:oooh crumbscrumbscumcrumbscsnt’sstopwon’tstop…”*The imp hitman’s words like his mind going a mile a second as pleasure filled his libido to levels you’d never think an imo his height and what not could be capable of. Fucking his wife’s pussy as Millie laid atop the queen of gluttony, the two infernal hotties making out as their tongues danced together in a shared mutual lust for the alpha male imp rocking their worlds. His heavy balls smacking their clits as he switched between which pussy or eben their assholes he’d be fucking. The bedsheets stained with sweat,honey and juices as the room was becoming a mess.*

As the party was going on inside Bee’s mansion,a veritable flavour morty of sweets,confectioneries and booze flowing. All the while their hostess was having the time of life in her own way. Her and Millie changing it up between one on one to two on one with Moxxie any and every instance he came. Their holes overflowin and oozing with his seed with so far no signs of slowing down to a stop. Which was all well and good for Loona as the longer they went at it,the longer she got some one on one time with Tex. The hellhound roadie’s room becoming a more trashed than his boss verosika on one of her Bee honey fuelled benders. The queen of gluttony thinking even in her orgasmic haze that this little arrangement wasn’t going to be just a one time thing that was for sure. Millie was a spitfire and her husband more than exceeded expectations. How sweet it truly is…

[franklyshipping]

Lassoed Laughter ~ A Markiplier and Jacksepticeye Ego Fanfic

Here we have our next tale! This has come from a lovely anon, and includes our favourite sweet zombie and our ye-hawing Ed Edgar! Without further ado LET'S DO THIS!

TAGGING: @ed-edler and @robbie-lee-zombie

All the egos of the manor had come to an unspoken, yet unanimous decision. The union of Ed Edgar and Halloween was henceforth a bad idea. Mischief was always had at the spooky season, since many egos were by definition rather spooky. Out of all of them, Ed wasn’t one people tended to worry about in terms of misbehaviour. He was a bit rowdy of course, but nothing too consequential… until this year’s Halloween. He’d decided to dress up as a Sheriff and made it his mission to boss people around, have them “under arrest”, and primarily use tickling as his form of serving justice to those not abiding by the “law”. If this had been limited to Halloween it would have been fine… but the fun of the persona had stuck with him, and no-one in the manor had been safe since!

God forbid you’re slacking on a chore, stealing someone else’s food in the night, or otherwise being a “goshdarn mischief”, because before you knew it you’d been lassoed round the waist or ankles or wrists and tormented with tickles until Ed decided you’d served your penance. And, with the Christmas season coming closer everyday, Ed had expanded upon his role, saying he was essentially a Santa-Sheriff whose duty it was to tickle all those who were being naughty until they were nice! Though it pretty much kept everyone on their toes, it was a source of ceaseless, wholesome fun and amusement – Robbie, the sweet little zombie, in particular thought it was very fun! Since he was often well-behaved, Ed had sometime called on him to play deputy, asking him to keep an eye out and report any mischief makers.

However, as the Christmas season got closer for Robbie, the zombie wasn’t feeling at his happiest. Seasonal depression can hit many different people in many ways, the most common being when the days turn dark and cold after a warmer season. For Robbie it was slightly different. Halloween offered a boom in joy for him, because it was the holiday he always got to celebrate the most, and indeed he himself was often celebrated… but when that faded in the wake of the pure, jolly, festive season, Robbie couldn’t help but feel bummed out. Everything was so bright and colourful and full of life, and sometimes he felt like even his presence in a prettily decorated room would ruin the mood. This OF COURSE was not the case, but this was how Robbie’s head worked at this time of year.

Right now he was curled up under a mountain of blankets in his bed, face buried in his forearms, when he suddenly heard a knock at his door.

‘Hey Robs, mind if I come in?’

Robbie grumbled under his blankets, but Ed didn’t hear a no. He came in carefully and realised the room was almost completely dark, aside from Robbie’s dark orange lava lamp on his bedside. Ed sighed softly at only seeing the top of Robbie’s head poking out, revealing his messy purple hair. Ed came and sat on the edge of the bed, and softened his voice as he spoke. Everyone knew that the seasonal depression had been hitting Robbie pretty hard.

‘Hey bud, not havin’ a good day?’

Robbie groaned, confirming Ed’s suspicions.

‘I’m sorry bud. You alright if I play with your hair, or is that a no-no today?’

Then was silence as Robbie thought to himself for a few moments, before mumbling.

‘It okay…’

Ed reached out and softly played with the purple hair he could see, and after a few minutes Robbie shifted closer and revealed his face. He looked even paler and slacker than usual. Ed leaned in and planted a soft kiss on the top of his head.

‘Aww buddy, I’m here for ya, I’m here.’

Robbie nodded, letting out a soft sniffle as he looked up at Ed and pressed his cheek against his warm chest. But then after a few moments Robbie blinked and looked up at him again, realising something. Instead of his usual cowboy hat, Ed had on a red one with jingly bells and a green ribbon tied around it. He reached up, playing with one of the little bells.

‘Hat… new.’

‘Oh yeah, Wilford gifted it to me! To be honest I think he was tryna bribe me not to give him my tickly justice.’

Ed chuckled as Robbie exhibited a little smile, playing with the bells a little more; something about the tinkly sounds was just really satisfying and nice. They spent a few minutes just sat quietly, Ed occasionally shaking his head to make all the bells tinkle at once for him. After a few minutes Robbie withdrew his hand, and let out a quiet sigh.

‘I feel… bad. I feel… like… I’m bad.’

Ed felt his heart strain when he heard that. He cupped Robbie’s chin softly and whispered.

‘You ain’t bad. You’re just feelin’ bad, and that’s not your fault. And we’re all gonna help you feel better no matter what, okay?’

Robbie nodded softly, his eyes watering as he looked up at Ed. It was hard for him to accept, that he was cared for, but Ed being here to always verbalise that reassurance was so important to him. He leant in and hugged Ed tight, burying his face in his chest as Ed hugged him back warmly, and felt the zombie gradually relax in his arms. Ed was thinking hard. Sometimes it’s hard to know what the right thing to do is when someone you love is going through it, but Ed had the advantage of knowing Robbie really well. He knew he wanted to cheer Robbie up and make him smile, just a little bit, and he thought about the things he knew made Robbie happy. On the top of that list? Silliness. Anything remotely goofy always made the zombie smile… and Ed got an idea.

‘Y’know… hearin’ you talkin’ bad about yourself really doesn’t sound like you–’

Ed cut himself off with a gasp, making Robbie let out a surprised little squeak. Robbie went crossed eyed at Ed pointed at him, his expression suddenly dramatic.

‘Of course! It all makes sense! A mean spirit of coal has snuck into you!’

Robbie blinked at him in complete and utter confusion, and couldn’t help but smile as he shook his head at Ed.

‘Nooo, Ed being silly…’

‘Excuse you, I am the Sheriff in these parts! And I certainly won’t have any mean spirits bullying my sweet little deputy!’

Robbie giggled and rolled his eyes when Ed comically wagged a finger at him. It was so ridiculous and made absolutely no sense, and that’s why it made Robbie smile. But then he let out another squeak as Ed started to loom over him, and Robbie realised that the mischief was building up within the “sheriff”.

‘I’m gonna have to banish you outta him… and I think we both know what it takes to banish a mean spirit!’

Ed wiggled his fingers in the air at Robbie and the zombie’s eyes went wide. He immediately beamed and tried to hide under his blankets, feeling the nervous giggles already building in his chest. Robbie had watched Ed “sheriff” many of the egos with tickling, and he now realised he was about to receive the same fate! In that silly moment of realisation, the dark cloud over him started to fade back.

‘No no nooo it’s me! Not a bad spirit not a bad spirit!’

‘That’s exactly what a bad spirit WOULD say!’

Robbie squealed as Ed wriggled under the blankets with him, unable to stop himself from grinning at how much happier Robbie already looked. He leaned in and started nuzzling one of Robbie’s ears, making him squeal out.

‘Nuhuhuhu!’

‘Begone! By the power of tickles, the Sheriff commands you begone!’

‘Eeheheheeed!’

Robbie could only wriggle about and bat cutely at Ed, honestly feeling like such a little kid as Ed started making eating sounds next to his ear. As if that wasn’t tickly enough, Ed’s infernal moustache was brushing and fluttering constantly! Robbie could feel himself feeling lighter, and Ed grinned and mused playfully.

‘My my, stubborn little thing aren’tcha?’

He nuzzled Robbie’s other ear, giving it a few nibbles too to make the little zombie snort as he shook his head.

‘Nahahaha nohohoho nihihibbles!’

‘Oho? Have I found your weakness little spirit?’

Ed chuckled as he nibbled even more, and his eyes twinkled with fond mischief. Before Robbie knew it he’d let out a shriek as fingers started wriggling into his belly.

‘AHHH NUHUHUHU!’

Robbie was kicking giddily and trying to hide his tummy, as well as attempting to roll over to protect himself, but Ed was having none of it. He easily kept him on his back, gently pinning down his hands before scritching over his t-shirt covered tummy. Seeing Robbie like this warmed Ed right to the core.

‘C’mon now, all you gotta do is leave my sweet lil deputy alone and I’ll stop the tickles.’

Robbie’s face scrunched up as he giggled frantically, letting out giddy squeaks as Ed’s fingers snuck under his t-shirt to scratch and tweak at his soft belly. As this all was happening, Robbie realised that he hadn’t laughed (hell he hadn’t smiled) like this for days. It felt so good to just be silly, to enjoy the happy nonsense and not worry about whether he was loved. Right here and now, Robbie felt the love without a doubt.

‘YOHOHOU’RE AHA POHOHOOP!’

Ed gasped dramatically, continuing the tummy tickles as he retorted, feigning offense.

‘How dare you! You’re addressin’ the Sheriff of this here manor, ya better show some respect!’

‘Nuh!

‘Yuh huh!’

‘NUH!’

Ed growled and moved his scratches down to Robbie’s exposed waist, making him snort and squeal as Ed mustered up his most stern expression… but internally his heart was just soaring at how happy Robbie looked right now.

‘Cheeky and stubborn huh?’

Ed smirked a little as Robbie’s cheeks heated up with a lilac blush from the teasing, and so he decided to lean in and whisper playfully.

‘Looks like I’m gonna have to bring out the big guns.’

Robbie gulped, wondering what on earth Ed was going to do. He watched as Ed raised his pointer finger… and start tracing it around his bellybutton. Robbie squeaked and immediately descended into flustered babbles, shaking his head adorably.

‘N-Nuhuhuhu nuhuhu nohoho buhuhutton!’

‘Huh? What was that? I couldn’t quite hear through all those giggles.’

Ed chuckled, knowing Robbie’s bellybutton was both his most sensitive AND his favourite tickle spot; in his worst lee moods, Robbie had even been known to ask for bellybutton tickles. Ed smirked, and gave his bellybutton a little tap. Robbie squealed, eyes going wide.

‘EHED!’

‘Yes?’

‘N-Nohoho bohohoopy!’

‘Awww but you love when I boop your button!’

Ed let his silly act fall away as he grinned, tapping Robbie’s button again and again to make the little zombie snort and laugh and yelp, each tap coaxing out a different adorable ticklish reaction every time. Ed grinned, and leaned in to whisper in his ear yet again.

‘You’re such a goddamn cutiepie, y’know that? I could just tickle tickle tickle you aaall day!’

‘NAHAHA SHUHUHUSH!’

‘Oh I ain’t gonna shush, I know you like when I call you a cutiepie. And I know you love all these tickles on your button, I bet you’ve got lotsa butterflies now huh?’

Robbie shook his head frantically, blushing even more because of the fact that it was all so completely true. Ed knew him better than almost anyone, and honestly was like a dad to Robbie at this point. With Ed there wasn’t a moment where he didn’t feel loved, but he was also flustered beyond belief… and in a spontaneous moment of giddiness decided to raspberry Ed’s ear in retaliation.

‘Agh!’

Ed pulled back to wipe at his ear, the tickles ceasing as Robbie giggled cutely up at him. Ed pursed his lips, narrowing his eyes down at Robbie playfully.

‘Ya little shit!’

‘Ihihi got yohou!’

Robbie giggled even more, and Ed caved and ended up grinning at him. He was so happy his ridiculous, silly idea to cheer him up had worked… but he wasn’t going to let that cheekiness slide. No-one, not even his precious deputy, could cross the Sheriff of Tickles and get away with it!

‘I didn’t realise ya liked raspberries that much Rob…’

Ed smirked, and Robbie saw the twinkle grow in his eyes. Before he could react, Ed planted his lips on his bellybutton and started blowing the most incessant, sloppy raspberries that he could muster. Robbie arched his back, his mouth opening wide as he shrieked and squealed with complete and utter ticklish joy.

‘AHHH NAHAHAHAHA!’

‘Aww, what you can’t take what’cha dish out?’

‘YOHOHOHOU MEHEEEAN!’

‘Hey now I ain’t mean, I’m dolin’ out some justice!’

Ed spent a good few minutes giving Robbie’s bellybutton and tummy raspberry after raspberry, and threw in a few nibbles here and there for good measure. He let Robbie’s hands flail free, loving how he didn’t even try to fight back because of how much he was enjoying it. Eventually though he felt the zombie tapping out against his shoulder, and so he stopped and had mercy on him. Robbie was unbelievably flushed and dishevelled-looking, his tummy and bellybutton and adorable pink colour. Ed grinned down at him, adoring how happy he looked. Robbie panted a little, and then his amethyst eyes sparkled as he smiled bashfully at Ed.

‘Thaaanks…’

He eagerly hugged him again, and Ed smiled sympathetically as he played with his hair, getting it all ruffled up as he replied warmly.

‘No problem bud, I know you don’t feel good this time o’ year. But I’m right here, okay? If ya feel it all creepin’ up on ya then just come to me. Everyone’s here for ya bud, I promise.’

Robbie smiled softly with a little nod, and let out a little sigh as he smushed his face into Ed’s chest and mumbled.

‘… it’s… hard.’

‘I know bud, I know, but you’re not alone. We’ve gotcha, I promise.’

Ed hugged him tight and rubbed his lean back.

‘And hey, I know it ain’t a big fix, but anytime ya need a cheer up tickle or two just ask okay? I’m not gonna stand by and let my awesome deputy stay down in the dumps!’

Robbie giggled and nodded, hugging Ed back even tighter.

‘Looove you… best sheriff…’

Ed felt his heart soar again as he beamed and cuddled him, and they soon agreed that that’s how they wanted to spend the rest of the day; cuddling together so neither of them felt alone. They also took the opportunity, secreted under the warm covers, and started plotting who they wanted to go and dole out tickly justice on. Tickling wasn’t a quick fix for certain, but certainly for Robbie it was definitely the first chapter of a hopeful story, with a much happier ending.

WOOO HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS FIC LEMME KNOW IF YA DO, LUV YOUS!!

[magicinfinityverse]

Main monster characters from mystical dimensions or my OCs

Living in Weirdmageddon

AU Under dimension merveilles

Name : Mushroom Dummy

oil Lava Lamp

or Mushroom Lava

Gender: Male♂️

Age: not yet specified

Height: 130 cm.

Weight: 55

Role: Dummy

Relationships : Close friends with

Bill Sans Cipher Mischief

Pyronica Grace Bie

Hectergon Maffle

8 Ball Undaz

Nappaci-Fire

Kryptos monster Kids

Keyhole Temmie

Rubix Box

Zan thar Gyft

Sharp teeth

Devil 88 River Person

eyesball bat

Other details : Not yet specified.

Power : LV 506

oil Lava Lamp

parallel universe version

Undertale and Gravity falls

role : Dummy

น้ำมัน ลาวา โคมไฟ

เวอร์ชั่นจักรวาลคู่ขนาน

อันเดอร์เทล กับ กลาวิตี้ฟอลส์

บทบาท : ดัมมี่

[sofiiel]

I've got so many headcanons about what Eddie Munson was like a kid. So just going to drop them here.

Little Eddie sleeps with a night light. His dad doesn't approve, and his mother while she's still in the picture doesn't care one way or the other. His Uncle Wayne gives him a lava lamp to use instead, that way his dad can stop giving him the blues.

When he was five, his dad tried to teach him to ride a bike. He skipped over the tricycle most kids start out with and tried to teach him on a bike handed down from a work friend's child. The kid was older than Eddie, so the bike was too big. His dad pushed him around the trailer park for hours. Little Eddie is enjoying the time with his dad that isn't strained and keeps telling him his not ready for his dad to let go, so he can ride on his own.

His dad made him get buzz cuts because his hair reminded him too much of Eddie's mom, who left them both behind wanting a career for herself and having a child young was not ready for the responsibility.

Little Eddie's musical taste comes from both his parents, but he doesn't like to admit that his dad got him started on a love for metal.

Eddie's mom inspired him to learn guitar, she had an acoustic and used to play for him to help him sleep. He remembers those days well.

Little Eddie liked to catch frogs, slugs, and bugs. Keeping them jars because he wasn't allowed to have a pet. The Pet rock just didn't cut it. In his pursuit of having a pet, he also offered to watch or play with the neighbors dogs.

He gets letters and gifts from his mother for every holiday and his birthday. She comes to town to visit sometimes. She's out traveling the world, or that's what the letters say.

Little Eddie tried to find a shortcut around learning to tie his shoes and used the twist ties from bread bags to twist the laces together.

He and Jeff go way back and used to play pretend out in the woods, LARPing pretty much in the same way they would at a DnD table. Pretending to fight off trolls and go on grand adventures.

Eddie's dad, Wayne and Reefer Rick, were friends in high school and in the summer they take Eddie out fishing near Rick's house.

Little Eddie helped his dad get dates by being adorable with the 'single dad' routine at the park and at the store. It worked pretty well, but Eddie was never really keen on any other woman being around, as he still had hopes that his mom would come back one day.

Uncle Wayne used to give Eddie's dad money to put under Eddie's pillow from the tooth fairy. His dad didn't believe it in at first, but the two men got a laugh when Little Eddie started putting his friend's teeth under the pillow for extra money. He'd talk them into saving their teeth and giving them to him. He's always had a hustle.

Eddie's first guitar was the acoustic his mother left him. It was far too big, but he grew into it eventually.

He was the kind of kid that always came home filthy and found some kind of mischief.

Eddie was protective of his friends, and would try to be the big bad around bullies, but in reality he wasn't very tough at all, and it usually ended with all of them getting swirlies or wedgies from the bigger kids.

His dad taught him how to even the playing ground in a fight. Using ab object to protect himself.

His dad worked as a mechanic for a while as a side job, and Little Eddie used to help him work on cars on the weekends out in front of the trailer. Handing him tools and sitting in the cars while his dad showed him various things.

Before his mother left, she tried to be a good mom. She's pack him lunches for the day, cut him heart shaped sandwiches and leave him notes. She'd make him pancakes on Sundays and read to him before bed. Not only that, but she's the one who got him into fantasy.

Wayne would pick up Little Eddie early in the morning when he got home from the plant. Still in his footie pajamas to take him to the local dinner to eat breakfast together.

When he was 10 he took his dad car out on a joyride with his friends and almost made it completely out of Hawkins before getting it stuck in a ditch.

Little Eddie used to get in trouble at school for having too many doodles on his homework and not enough actual work.

Little Eddie was a fire alarm puller.

A/N: well that went on forever and that's not even all of them lol

[whatgaviiformes]

Ficlet: Skipper Hunt

For Nutty’s Fluffember -Fluff & Fun - Day 9 - Escaped Pet

Characters: Gordon Tracy, Family + Skipper (from lend me the courage of stars)

Words: 787

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The breeze from his oscillating sleep fan tickled his face and nose while he slept, just enough to require him to shift under his covers. Gordon yawned, his eyes heavy, and started to turn to his side to escape the cool air, being careful not to crush Skipper on the mattress beside him.

The movement was smooth, a little too smooth, and he realized there was a mysterious lack of young dog pressing into his ribs. 

That was worrisome.

He felt around the the bed where Skipper should be, as she usually didn't stray far from his side. 

"Skip?"

Sharply, he opened his eyes. Cutting through the room's darkness was a sliver of light coming through the open door.

"Skipper!" Gordon vaulted out of bed, leaving his blanket curled up haphazardly on the hardwood flooring. There were a lot of dangerous places for a dog on a tropical island jungle. He needed to find her!

He quelled the rising panic, breathing slowly and methodically while he quickly donned the pair of slippers at the foot of his bed. She was a good girl. She knew where she wasn't allowed to go alone. They'd worked on boundaries extensively. Surely, she'd be somewhere safe. He just needed to find her. 

As he stepped into the hallway, the first thing he noticed was Virgil's door slightly ajar to his right. 

He padded over to the open door, slipping  into the darkness of his older brother's sleeping space. There was a saying in the Tracy household… a Virgil at rest stays at rest... and so Gordon knew he'd have to cause a real commotion to wake his brother. 

"Skipper?" He whispered from the doorway. "You in here?"

The room was silent save for Virgil's heavy breathing. A grunt as he turned over. Gordon's vision had started to adjust to the darkness of the room, and so he glanced from floor to bed and back, looking for the escaped furball he called his partner in mischief. 

She wasn't there. 

Not wanting to invade his brother's privacy any further, he stepped backward and slowly closed the door. The next door over was Alan's, also slightly open, the frame partly illuminated by the glow of neon as it met the LEDs of the hallway. 

"Allie?" He knocked.

There was a brief scramble behind the door, as what Gordon assumed were Alan's headphones clattered on the ground. 

"Again?" 

Gordon took that as a welcome and nudged the door open. "It's late, kid...oh, hey, John!" John's blue hologram was bathed in purple and green from the lava lamp on Alan's desk.

"Hey." Also wearing headphones, John's greeting was short, quick. But not unkind, though he didn't look up. Gordon knew his brother well enough to know it was John's focused expression, his fingers flying over a gaming controller. 

"We're in the middle of a raid." Alan had spun around in his desk chair. 

"I see that," Gordon grinned. "I won't keep you. Is Skipper here? Have you seen her at all?" 

Alan picked up and rearranged the too-big headphones back on his head. "No, sorry." He spun back away from Gordon to face the screen. "You can try Scott though. He was just here."

"Know where he went?"

Alan shrugged. 

"Okay, well. Good luck." Gordon shut Alan's door behind him. 

Scott. It explained a lot. Why, for one, their doors had been open. 

He stepped past Scott's door, knowing that his bedroom would not be where he found his eldest brother. 

The lounge was quiet.

The desk quieter. 

But while he walked further into the open space, he started to hear sleeping breaths coming from one of the couches. 

Scott had been exhausted of late. 

Scott was curled into his side, as the couch was too small for him to stretch out completely. Skipper had settled herself into the space where his knees bent, resting her chin on Scott's thigh. 

As he approached, picking up the blanket on the adjacent couch on the way, she blinked sleepily, wagging her fluffy tail. 

He whispered, "Hey, Skip." She eagerly looked up at him, alert. "Shhh," he soothed. "You're fine, sweetheart. Go back to sleep." While her head was raised, he spread the blanket over Scott's legs and torso to keep him warm. 

Her eyes closed and she lowered her head back on Scott's legs, and Gordon gave her an affectionate pat between the ears. 

He yawned, keeping his footsteps as quiet as possible as he tracked his way back the way he came. Back to his room, where he too snuggled back under his covers and fell into much needed slumber. He'd be waking up again soon enough.

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End Note: eeeeeehhhhh, I think I was able to write fluff for once. :D

[godsofthecatz]

I am doing a bit of an edit to the older post about these two and i mean this is sorta a mostly me thing so i know exactly were it is sorta deal-

also cause i updated how they look kinda sorta-

Ping(He/they) is Lin and Macaque’s son- which Macaque had no idea of until Ping was Older (due to drama with Wukong,and Lin not wanting to get involved with their drama),Ping knew their Mom used to fight demons but never had the chance of learning how to fight from them which took a toll on them for not being able to help MK as much as he wanted to- That was until Macaque saw Ping had some possible potential to settle revenge with an Monkey king but slowly realizes after figuring out Ping is his son,Macaque needs to decide on his revenge or being a father he never exactly knew he wanted to be when Ping started to see him as one

He also likes to think of MK as a brother and loves to draw with him

Ping likes Spicy food the most and does not have much of a sweet tooth

He has an Obsession with Space,lava lamps,Softer music, and the rain

When Ping first sees Macaque he is a bit suspicious at first but it does not last long at all- Just goes into a “..I don't know why-..but i feel safe with you- and i like being around you” sort of mind set

Lin and Ping are more on a neutral side then being fully good or evil due to Lin  not wanting their son to get into fighting or any of the drama with macaque and sun wukong..

Lin (She/they) used to guard the Crimson Jimsonweed but had gave up on fighting demons after an injury the drama with Wukong/Macaque had led to and also figuring out they were going to have a child (Basically a lot of things happening at once and feeling overwhelmed) and tried to settle down for a somewhat “mortal” life as they could, Getting into art and gardening though came into small bumps when they got word of Monkey Kings new successor but it was mostly hearing the words “monkey king” that got to them the most- and not even want to get into when they see Macaque again for the first time in years and starts to ask a few questions.

Lin used to cause a lot of mischief with Macaque and that's what started their bond(they bonded when the Crimson Jimsonweed was not in bloom)

A while after their Injury they have had therapy sessions with Sandy and they both are very close friends

 Though a bit tough they have taught Ping how to go to both his Human disguise and being monkey-

 Lin though annoyed does not really know how to respond to missing Wukong and especially Macaque of all people-

[snowdice]

First Week Fics (Part 4) [Part of the Sometimes Labels Shift Series]

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Relationships: Virgil & Logan, Virgil & Patton, Patton/Logan

Characters: Logan, Virgil, Patton

Summary: Virgil doesn’t want anyone else to do his laundry for a very good reason. His new dads step in with solutions.

Notes: Past Child Abuse, Superhero AU, talk about irritated skin, past child neglect

I still have no idea how many fics I’m going to have in this little mini series. This takes place a few days after Labels Fail.

This is a dealing with events set after my story Sometimes Labels Fail.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Virgil felt useless just sitting reclined on the bed as Logan and Patton worked on getting the room in order around him. He’d tried to insist on helping, but neither of them wanted to hear anything about it with his still healing surgical wound. They’d let him go shopping with them to pick out some of his own stuff, but that had been quick and efficient with Logan’s planning, and he’d really only been walking a couple of minutes at a time. Bending over to put things away in the room they were letting him use was a hard no from both of the adults, however.

Patton seemed to have picked up a while ago that he would just say ‘yes’ whenever they asked if ‘this was okay here,’ so they’d moved on to listing for him every conceivable option (with Patton slipping in some unconceivable ones to spice it up every so often) and making him pick.

Virgil pet the ear of the brand new stuffed racoon they’d bought him and contemplated his current options. He decided to test the water just a little bit. “Yes,” he said. I would like the lava lamp stuck to the roof above my bed.”

Patton grinned at Virgil’s willingness to indulge his mischief, but then the next moment he jumped a bit in surprise when the lava lamp was abruptly pulled out of his grip. It flipped upside down and floated through the air to settle against the roof over where Virgil was sitting. Logan was seated on the floor with the pieces of a yet to be constructed desk floating in front of him. He didn’t even spare them a glance which made it way funnier.

Virgil bit his lip as Patton sighed fondly, placing his hands on his hips. “And do you just intend to hold it there indefinitely, Love?” he asked.

Logan looked up at them, with the ghost of a smirk on his face. “If it is what the child wants.”

“…It can go on the dresser,” Virgil said, biting back a laugh. The lava lamp floated back down from the ceiling and settled on the dresser this time.

Patton bent back down to look in the bags at his feet. “That seems to be everything except for clothes and stuff for your desk. We’ll let you arrange your desk whenever you want once Logan finishes setting it up. The desk pieces were already all coming together as they spoke, and Virgil wondered if Logan was maybe showing off just a little bit, because wow. “So, now we’ll just get all of your new clothes into the wash, and we’ll be done for the moment.”

Virgil felt himself cringe a bit at the thought. “Um, no that’s okay,” he said. “I can do my own laundry.”

“Nah uh, mister,” Patton said. “You are not doing laundry with a bullet wound.”

Virgil tried to think up an argument that might convince Patton to let him do it himself. For once an adult wanting to help him out with something like that was the last thing he wanted. He chewed on his bottom lip and pulled and stretched on the blanket sitting over his lap. He really, really didn’t want every article of clothing he was expected to wear to go through a washing machine. Just the thought of the feel of freshly washing clothing on his skin made it crawl and itch, but how was he supposed to explain to them that his skin was so useless that it couldn’t even deal with laundry soap without freaking out.

Patton had crossed over to sit on the edge of the bed while Virgil had been distracted by his thoughts. “Something’s wrong,” he said plainly. “Can you tell me what?”

Virgil opened his mouth, but even though he knew what the problem was he couldn’t get anything to come out.

So, Patton started listing options like he had when asking where Virgil wanted the decorations and furniture they’d bought him. “Are you afraid someone will do something to the clothes?” he asked. Virgil shook his head. “Are you afraid you won’t get them back?” Virgil shook his head again. Patton hummed and thought for another moment.

“Does detergent irritate your skin?” Logan asked suddenly.

Virgil looked over at him in surprise. “Yeah,” he said softly.

“Ah, I can very much understand the worry in that case,” Logan replied. “I have the same problem with some detergents.”

“You do?” Virgil asked.

Logan hummed. “I cannot wear certain fabrics and I even make my own detergent to avoid any irritants in it.”

“You make your own detergent?” Virgil asked curiously. He was probably stupid, but he’d never really thought about laundry detergent being a thing that didn’t just magically come out of a box.

Logan nodded. “I am not sure what in standard detergents irritates your skin, but most of the common causes of contact dermatitis are not present in the formula I use for the household.”

“We can wash half of your stuff with Logan’s detergent,” Patton suggested. “Then, if it irritates your skin, we can figure something else out and you’ll still have some stuff to wear. How does that sound?”

“That sounds really nice,” Virgil said. He should… probably not be getting teary eyed about laundry.

The desk touched down, completely assembled, and Logan stepped over to him. The man considered him and his watery eyes for a moment and then reached out a hand to put it on his head. Virgil saw him glance at Patton with a look that Virgil decoded as ‘This is right? This is how I comfort?’

Patton apparently decoded it similarly because his lips twitched, and he gave a slight nod. Virgil coughed out laugh, but still pressed subtly into the touch. Who would ever guess that the great superhero Bluebird was such a complete dork?

[godkilller]

@magical-girl-coral​​

So we already know which arrancars are the best, and which ones are the worst, but who are the most fun to prank/ have the funniest reaction to being pranked?

          out of character.  Gin voice: all of’em are th’ best to prank. No but this is an excellent question and since I’ve already taken a few shots at Gin’s opinions on each Arrancar / Espada, I’ll go ahead and just jump into the nitty gritty details of this one. WE ALREADY KNOW WHO GIN HATES THE MOST IN THIS LIST, but that doesn’t mean Gin won’t pass up on a chance to prank them. In fact, it may even make them the top victim !

DISCLAIMER:  Keep in mind that the opinions listed here are Gin’s, not mine. All of the Espada are neat and gifted us with an absolutely amazing era of Bleach. Keep on rockin’ on, lil Hollows, ilu.

Nnoitra. He’s so fucking stupid and falls for shit pretty damn easily, plus that short temper of his makes for comically explosive reactions that really can scratch Gin’s itch for mischief with a rewarding aftermath of Nnoitra going absolutely batshit. He may not be, technically, the BEST Espada to prank regularly since Gin doesn’t want to deal with him trying to start a fight, but he IS the most animated, idiotic on the list that’s just smarter than Yammy enough to understand when he’s being insulted, but too dumb to know how to avoid said insults.

Yammy. With the above being said, it’s pretty funny to prank Yammy in a similar but notably less rewarded fashion. In fact, if Gin has decided to prank Yammy, it’s usually not even for Yammy’s own reaction, it’s for whoever’s with Yammy. Because the Espada himself typically doesn’t realize he’s being joked about, and certainly doesn’t catch all of Gin’s sly comments, sneaky insults, and other teases. They tend to soar over his incredibly high up and thick skull. The endearing side of this is that, if Yammy realizes he’s been fooled, there’s usually a high chance of him laughing about it while simultaneously mentioning that he should really punch Gin for that. Gin doesn’t disagree.

Grimmjow. Definitely requires a little more absent-minded thought for Gin to truly trick this one. Grimmjow becomes more and more reckless the more riled he gets, and he kid of switches his brain off  ( in Gin’s opinion )  after a set amount of time once riled. So teasing and pranking him requires a gradual build up to sufficiently work, and Gin can’t drag things out for too long or else he’ll catch on and try to either fight him or ignore him. Usually Gin can reel him back by waving around permission for him to try and redeem himself via a World of the Living fieldtrip, see Ichigo again, yada yada... of course, Gin ultimately doesn’t fulfill that tease either. It’s funny to see him huff and stomp around.

Barragan. He’s so serious and stuffy and senile that Gin can actually step on his nerves with little to no effort. Barragan’s bitter and has a pretty strained relationship with Aizen as is, so Gin’s just salt to that wound. IT’S A LITTLE DANGEROUS TO TAUNT THE EX-LORD OF LAS NOCHES. But Gin’s always been one to flirt with death, so he pokes and prods to see just how patient, how tolerating, this supposed king can be. You know, people attribute a level-headed temper with leadership, and if Barragan wants to be seen as regal, Gin’s that ultimate test !  Plus, it’s funny to watch him try to keep his Fraccion from viciously defending his honor like untrained yappy dogs on leashes, barking and yipping at Gin as though they could ever harm him. It’s a buy one get one special to Gin: bothering Barragan, and the pranks involved, brings with it his loyal subordinates too.

Aaroniero Arruruerie.  Not really fond of scientists, Gin tends to not prank this one too much outside of vastly mispronouncing their name(s) on purpose. Gin’ll switch it up lots, even within the same meeting just absolutely butchering it in a different way. A list of names Gin has called them contains, memorably: Aroo-nylon Aroo-roo, Lava lamp, Ararararararara, Thing one and Thing two, Aerodynamics, Glubglub, Adidas, The Glob, Ariel and Aaron, Two Floating Balls, Autocorrect and Autocomplete, Cola and Two Mentos, and many many more.

Szayelaporro.  Gin’s not fond of him either due to the whole Mayuri vibe he catches a whiff of. He avoids pranking him since he knows that, if bitter and petty enough  ( which Gin knows Szayelaporro can become quite easily )  then there may or may not be new trap doors installed on Gin’s route to his bedroom. Besides, others bully this Espada all on their own, so there’s no need.

Starrk.  Gin doesn’t gain much of a reaction from the top dog, but the pup that’s connected to him ?  Lilynette’s fun to mess with for as long as Starrk tolerates the other portion of his soul being taunted. Gin tries not to be too needlessly cruel, though, since she is just a kid -- even if that’s technically not the truth since she’s a Hollow compiled from multitudes of other Hollow and also technically her and Starrk are two parts of one whole, but I mean... that’s where things get confusing. Gin’ll go for more funny pranks, lighthearted, but sometimes he’ll drop in the existential crisis on her and see how she works that whole can of worms out. What even are you, Lilynette ?  

Zommari.  He’s near the bottom because he’s too level-headed to get a rise out of, and Gin’s not interested in such a strong-feeling Aizen enthusiast. He’ll let the guy meditate in peace, or whatever the fuck he’s doing. Snapping his own neck like that ??? No thanks !  Bye bye !

Ulquiorra.  The poor lad just wants to understand human emotions and Gin’s got to pull the whole “oh you mean the soul / heart ? yeah, here’s some really deep insights on the concept of having those emotions and poetic information for you to store in your little emo boy brain but here’s the catch ! i’m just speculatin’ all this shit since i personally don’t have any of those so-called feelings. best’a luck, though !”  Gin won’t prank Ulquiorra too harshly, though, outside of that knee-slapper moment of Gin pulling his leg whilst simultaneously joking about his own lack of emotions masking the fact that he’s, also, having a an entire internal crisis about his heart. Same hat !

Harribel.  Nah. Gin won’t ever prank her. She puts up with enough bullshit being the only female Espada, he won’t add to it. Plus, he kinda doesn’t want to be drowned in his sleep if he manages to really piss her off.

[jurassicjb]

When Jack woke up this morning, he had decided to embark on a different type of journey. Instead of stuffing his face with fast food or causing mischief with his usual group of scoundrels, alone he decided to build what he can only call an adult treehouse. Of course when he had told Sierra, she was elated and bought several lava lamps and shaggy carpet.

After 6 hours of manual labor and a few dozen water breaks, he stood outside of it with a satisfied look on his face. Jack and Sierra decorated the outside of it with Christmas lights so it lit up the entirety of his backyard. “I don’t know if I sound cocky or what but this right here? This is amazing. Some of my finest work. What do you think?”

@savagemindsct

[terry-perry]

Adam’s Family

Once again, this goes out to @ladyfluff! It was so great being a part of something of yours, and I hope this isn’t the last time we do a collaboration!

Previous chapters by the aforementioned author right here:

Adam’s Family.

Adam’s Family

After one of the cameramen knocks on the door, it’s opened not long after by a barely awake Y/N. She gives the crew a drowsy smile and waves.

“Hey guys! I almost forgot you were coming. I’m normally not up until past midnight.”

She lets out a yawn as she rubbed one of her eyes with a finger before motioning them all to come in.

“Welcome to New York! The city that’s always up, even when I’m not.”

Everyone is now downstairs in a shop, with the camera zooming in on different pieces of Y/N’s collection.

“This is my little shop where I keep a few things that I’ve gathered throughout the years. As you can see, most of them are pieces of furniture, artwork, and just stuff I thought was quite lovely.”

She pauses to take off a rather old looking music box from a nearby shelf and give it a good polishing with a rag. Once she does, she opens it and smiles fondly at the little dancer inside twirling to a soft melody.

“This little beauty is from the 19th century, as are most of the things you find in here. Back up in my apartment are the things I absolutely refuse to sell due to the sentimental value they possess. Songbooks from old composers I used to pal around with, unfinished statues from artists I admired, and some stuff my brothers have given me of course!”

Someone from behind the camera asks her a question that she tilts her head at.

“I technically haven’t gotten into any form of business with either of them. We all do collect things, yes, but it’s just a habit you pick up when you’ve lived as long as us, I suppose. And lived enough lives.”

She lets out a sudden giggle, thinking of something.

“In fact, there’s this lava lamp Adam gave me that was given to him by -“

The standard chiming of the bell that rings from someone entering stops her anecdote. She looks over and lights up from seeing who came in.

“Hey! I didn’t know you were on your way already!”

She runs over to wrap her arms around her boyfriend Ian and kiss him fully on the mouth. He responds with an equal amount of enthusiasm by lifting her off her feet and wrapping his arms around her waist.

“I told you I was able to get an earlier flight! Didn’t you get my text?”

“Funny story about that…”

——

Back upstairs in Y/N’s apartment, there’s clutter that could rival her brother Adam’s. The camera records the different marbled faces and eerie painted scenery, along with a couple of bookshelves she had that contained early editions of classic novels. Some show visible signs of their age due to the slight tears on the spines, and the titles being somewhat faded. Other than that, the books seemed to be rather intact for the most part. The crew now have their focus on the couple snuggled up on the couch.

“We’ve been dating for a good while now. We met through Adam technically. I was there visiting him when I met Ian.”

“I don’t know what you could’ve seen in me at the time. I was a stuttering idiot when I first saw you.”

“I thought it was cute! You were so shy and sweet! It took him weeks before he could properly ask me out.”

“I remember practicing in my mirror so I wouldn’t screw it up,”

They’re asked about what keeps their relationship intact despite the list of complications they have.

“It was a bit tricky at first to maintain it since it’s not very common for my kind to have an actual relationship with a zom- human. Force of habit. It’s one of the main reasons my family wasn’t exactly too thrilled about us.”

She is asked to elaborate.

“Well it isn’t unheard of for people like Ian and me to be together. But normally it’s only for a short while, because the human is eventually turned. It’s not like that with us, though.”

“We’ve talked about it once we got more serious, and I learned more about her and the others. There can be some risks, with most of them involving either one of us getting killed during the process. So I’ve decided to just enjoy spending this life I have with her now. And then hope I get the chance to meet her in the next one she lives in.”

Y/N shields her face in Ian’s chest to cover up the grin she had, and the tears. He gave her a goodhearted chuckle and held her close.

“So far we’ve been able to make some adjustments for each other. We visit each other every chance we get. And I’ve been able to get these cool blackout curtains that I’ve made sure are pinned down to the wall and clamped shut. And she actually tried to start cooking because of me. Which may, or may not, have started a couple fires…”

Ian laughs when she punches his shoulder.

“I’ve gotten better!”

——

Scene changes to a club of some kind where Ian is sat onstage melodically plucking at a guitar while looking over to Y/N at the mike.

“It’s very clear, our love is here to stay...

Not for a year but ever and a day…”

We go back to the apartment where Y/N is now alone on the couch. Ian had left for the airport not too long ago. She appears to have been crying.

“As you know, I grew up during a time when women didn’t get a lot of good options for their future. For me, the future could’ve been to be married off to some farmer almost twice my age. To be his submissive wife that was only meant to serve him, and give him children that he could also ignore. If it weren’t for Adam meeting Eve - and giving me the chance to have a new life - I probably would’ve fooled myself into being content with the expectations made for me.”

She looks over at a framed photo on one of the bookshelves. Zooming in, the camera sees that it’s one with Y/N in a dark Victorian styled gown standing between her two suited up brothers while Peter’s husband Rowan stood on the far right end by Peter and Eve stood at the far left with Adam. The crew are informed that it was taken during Adam and Eve’s third wedding.

“I’ve always been grateful to have Adam and Peter as my brothers. Everyone else did their own thing and were compliant with whatever it was our parents wanted them to do. The three of us were the ones that stood out as the black sheep. Peter was the one that was always openly supportive of everything I did. I think that was mainly due to the fact that he hid who he truly was for such a long time. He’d let me go hunting with him, and taught me how to ride a horse. And he was also the one that I loved to cause mischief with, especially when it came to annoying Adam. His angry face is just as hilarious as it was 500 years ago!”

She lets out another little laugh as she reminisces.

“But he was always a good sport about it in the end. Adam and I had a larger age difference between us, so you can say he was both like my brother and father. Which he pretty much was. He was the one I went to whenever I had a bad dream. He’d let me crawl into bed with him, and he’d read to me until I fell asleep. Even though they both have shown some reluctance in accepting my relationship with Ian - with Adam especially taking some time to be open about it - they’ve welcomed him into the family once he spent more time with us, and they saw how happy he makes me.”

“The radio and the telephone and the movies that we know

May just be passing fancies and in time may go…”

Ian sits in a cab and looks out at the familiar desolate streets of Detroit while being lost in thought.

“There was this night she slept over at my place - before I knew what she was - and some sunlight peeked in from the curtains. She screamed because of the burns she got on the side of her face. I was just worried about what the hell I could do to help her, I didn’t even hear her say ‘I’m sorry,’ over and over the way she did. She thought it was her fault…”

“But oh my dear...

Our love is here to stay…

Together we’re going a long, long way…”

“I had always looked at my brothers’ relationships with their partners, and I had often wondered what it would be like to have someone. To actually be in love.”

“Y/N is hardly like anyone I’ve met. She’s so cultured, sweet, loving, and fun. And I’m so used to being told to settle down when I babble on about whatever. Or I don’t even get paid much attention to. But with her, I feel like I can tell her anything.”

“Ian’s been so open minded about everything, so selfless. And he is so passionate about music, not to mention more talented than he gives himself credit for.”

“I won’t lie, I’m a little disappointed that I won’t get to share certain things with her. Like going to the beach, showing her off to my family, sharing a milkshake at Eileen’s, having babies with her…”

He seems to do a little more thinking; most likely imagining the last scenario.

“But none of that would be stuff I want if I couldn’t have her,”

“In time the Rockies may crumble

Gibraltar may tumble

They're only made of clay

But our love is here to stay.”

Ian strummed the last few notes of the song and shared another look with Y/N while the audience applauded. It wasn’t their approval he sought out to have.