#agent axle

[zeravmeta]

slightly but purposely misconstruing guilty gear lore to say that the 217x era doesn't actually know anything about britain or the english because england is something of a post war remnant that was absorbed into a political alliance super kingdom and much of the pre crusades history was lost so the reason people are so abrasive/violent towards axl and i-no is because they are the last two actual british people in modern times and like with may being japanese, everyone inherently knows something is different about them and try to attack them

i-no wasnt dangerous because she was a time god, it was because she was a time god based on a british person

#guilty gear #zerav meme #sol badguy sees ino fuck up time and goes 'of COURSE the British pull this horseshit again' #everyone hears axl and ino speak in the thickest cockney accent and has their sleeper agent violence cells activate #sidenote i think its hilarious how many people have beef with axl. hes Just Some Guy its not his fault

[bodydoublegame]

hello! it's amy! if you follow my personal account, you'd already know what this is. body double is a side project that i do for fun inbetween infamous, just for when i need to refresh my brain! i decided to make a blog for it so i don't flood my personal account with this game lol.

This game is a side project that I do when I need inspiration for Infamous. That means development on it will be sloooow. Infamous is my main priority right now!

Body Double is a an interactive story that takes place in a cyberpunk inspired world where top secret operatives of an elusive Cypress Industries have the unique ability to jump bodies.

Agent Sawyer is the best Agent in the business, tasked with protecting Cypress Industries and all of its assets.

Until three weeks ago.

Framed for the president's murder and in a last-ditch effort to save their ass, they switch bodies with our regular, ordinary IT-tech MC...who is now walking in the body of a suspect the entire city is looking for. Stuck in a citywide manhunt, MC is now on the run with a pesky Agent who refuses to tell them where their body is. To make matters worse, Agent Sawyer's subconcious is stuck in their head, speaking to them like a pest MC can't shake off.

Wonderful.

With a help of a host of characters from Sawyer's past and MC's present, MC will have to throw themself in a conspiracy to clear Sawyer's name and get back to normal. Relatively. No pressure.

The usual IF stuff: customize your mc from personality to appearance. Unsurprisingly from me, BODY DOUBLE is a character driven story with a focus on relationship dynamics, angst and drama...but this time with action.

Mold Sawyer in the prologue and be stuck with them in your head for the rest of the story. Are they humorous? Stoic? Vulgar? Emotional? Arrogant? You decide.

Romance characters like Sawyer's ex (messy) or the human-mech hybrid trying to kill you (messy) or your measly IT tech friend who has no idea what the hell is going on but they're a trooper. Or an AI. Your call.

Try to uncover a conspiracy and solve a murder in a cyberpunk setting.

Don't die?

SAWYER [RO][customizable]: the agent accused of murder. The wires get crossed when they switch bodies with you, and somehow you have their subconcious in your head. They refuse to switch back until you help clear their name even though you're in their body, which means people are after you now. Asshole move, really.

ROACH: Sawyer's twin brother and perpetual hermit. As a hacker, he has eyes all over the city. He also misses his sibling, so he's determined to see it through.

AGENT BECK [f or m] [RO]: A cool and intimidating fellow Agent of Cypress Industries...and Sawyer's ex partner. Sawyer dumped them, broke their heart, and since then, ghosted them (as one does.) With that said, Beck is determined to help you. And them. Just make sure to try to ignore the longing looks they send your way. It's not towards you, of course.

CAI [RO] [f, m or nb models] : Cypress AI or CAI is Sawyer's former field partner. Honest, cold and emotionless, you can't believe CAI is actually helping you. It must be going against their every makeup to go against Cypress, but having someone like them on your side is beneficial, at least.

HAWKE [m][RO]: the mech-human hybrid tasked with hunting you down. Well, hunting Sawyer down. Their one mission is to see you (Sawyer) dead, which poses a problem so as long as you're in this body. So there's that.

SOLANA [f][RO]: the elusive club owner...and the last person to see the president alive. You can't tell if Solana is an ally or an enemy, but you do know the one thing that drives her is power. Good to keep an eye on her, anyway.

AXL [nb] [RO]: the wealthy child of the now dead president and new heir of Cypress Industries. They hate your (Sawyer's) guts. They have hired all the best operatives and assassins to take you (Sawyer) down, and will stop and nothing to get their justice. If only you could convince them otherwise...

MAV [f or m] [RO]: your best friend and fellow IT employee. A trooper, who decides to be your sidekick on this weird...journey. No biggie. Make sure they don't die.

As usual, BD is 18+ for adult themes, explicit language, suggestive situations, violence and more! <3

#interactive fiction #interactive game #interactive novel #cog #cog wip #dashing don #choice of games #Keyboard still broken ignore the typos !! lol

[wheelsgoroundincircles]

The Orbitron

The Orbitron is a custom car built by Ed Roth and feared lost until its rediscovery in Mexico in 2007

A second generation to Roth's original Beatnik Bandit, which was built in 1960, the Beatnik Bandit II features a one-of-a-kind fiberglass body with PPG lemon meringue pie paint, stylized Rat Fink designs on the sides, and chrome by Metal Masters of Salt Lake City, UT. 

Beatnik Bandit II includes many unique design features, including an electronic console which operates the digital instrument panel and other features such as a digital readout of the car's latitude and longitude. 

The lack of a rearview mirror is not a problem on this car. A "TV mirror" video monitor is mounted on the console with the actual camera mounted in the rear panel. The bubble top is also lifted electronically. 

Beatnik Bandit II was built entirely by Roth, who credits "Revelations from Father in Heaven" for his achievement. The car has been shown in major U. S. cities, including Boston, Los Angeles, Chicago and Houston, as well as in Yokohama, Japan.

The Beatnik Bandit

Ed 'Big Daddy' Roth was an artist, cartoonist, illustrator, pinstriper and custom car designer and builder who created the hot-rod icon Rat Fink and other characters. Roth was a key figure in Southern California's Kustom Kulture and hot-rod movement of the late 1950s and 1960s The Beatnik Bandit was one of his first creations from the early 1960s. It was built from a 1949 Oldsmobile, the chassis was shortened 5 feet, the Olds engine was given the classic hotrod look with GMC blower and twin carbys, everything was chromed except the blower belt. The white interior featured single joystick, that operated turning, throttle and braking. The bubble top was created using compressed air to inflate a sheet of plastic into a dome in a pizza oven. On display at the National Automobile Museum in Reno

Mysterion

Ed Roth built the Mysterion in 1963, he got the idea from the multi engine dragsters he had seen at the dragstrips. He combined two Ford engines, two transmissions, plus two welded rear ends for the foundation. It featured an offset headlight and the typical Ed Roth bubble top. On display at Galpin Auto Sports.

The Road Agent by Ed “Big Daddy” Roth.

Mysterion

Custom builder and artist Ed "Big Daddy" Roth completed the Mysterion in 1963. The bubbletopped custom featured a completely original fiberglass body and twin Ford big-block engines. The weight of the engines was too much for the frame to bear, and the Mysterion fell apart. Tribute versions have been built, including this precise replica from Galpin Auto Sports.

The Surfink

The Surfink, created by Mark Glaz as a tribute to Ed Roth and Ratfink, features a large Ratfink figure atop a surfboard complete with a blown V-8 engine.

The Orbitron

Built in 1964, the vehicle was powered by a 1955 or 1956 Chevrolet V8 and was backed by a Powerglide automatic transmission. The body was hand-laid fiberglass, hiding Roth's extensive chrome work to the chassis. The cockpit, set at the extreme rear of the vehicle in the manner of a dragster, was lined with fake fur and featured an 11-inch General Electric "1-Touch" portable television inserted in the console. Topping the cockpit was a custom-made, hydraulically operated Plexiglas bubble top. One of a series of ordinary doorbell push-button switches atop the hood activated the top from the outside.

Other mechanical features included a 1956 Chevrolet rear end, dropped Ford front axle beam, Buickbrake drums and early Ford brakes. The frame was handmade of rectangular 2x4 inch steel tubing. The engine was a leftover from one of Roth's 1955 Chevrolets, having been removed to make way for a then-new Mark IV big-block given to him by General Motors. It was one of the very few completed cars Roth deemed to be a "mistake" because he felt the car did not show well since the heavily chromed engine and most of the chassis were hidden. The Orbitron was, in fact, one of his few customs to have a hood. Reportedly, the hydraulically operated hood did not fit well due to rushed fiberglass work.

The vehicle's most distinctive feature was its asymmetrical front end with red, green and blue tinted headlamps. It was thought that the three beams when combined would produce an intense white light; the idea came from the then-new medium of color television.

By Jerry Thompson - originally posted to Flickr as 2C7O4069, CC BY 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=5973582

By Jerry Thompson - originally posted to Flickr as 2C7O4066, CC BY 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=5973591

The Baja Bandeeto

Custom car builder and renowned painter Fritz ‘Spritz By Fritz‘ Schenck recreated with his bubble top roadster; the Baja Bandeeto.

#The Orbitron #car #cars #Beatnik Bandit II #ed roth #rat fink #The Beatnik Bandit #Beatnik Bandit #Ed 'Big Daddy' Roth #big daddy roth #big daddy #mysterion #The Road Agent #The Surfink #Surfink #The Baja Bandeeto #Fritz Schenck

[wolven91]

A Rabbit for Xmas

The journey to the subtle planetoid was fine, there was no reminder of their differences as they chatted with one another, laughing at their in-jokes or the odd comment as they people watched in the star-port. It was once they had passed through security, picked up their luggage and had stepped out onto the main road outside of the planet-side space elevator, that the issues had begun to build.

Jack was for all intents and purposes an average human. Just short of six foot, medium build, black straight hair, he could have held up his hand and hailed any number of the cabs that were waiting for passengers who would have happily charged him their extortionate fee to get him near the city.

Jack’s problem was his wife. She was a lopeljack. A humanoid alien, defined by her powerful legs and long ears that stood straight up. The planet was well within chintian space, so her ten foot tall frame or twelve, if you included her ears meant that she was an imposing sight and one that could buckle one of the average taxi’s rear axles if she didn’t gingerly lower herself into position. It wasn’t that she was fat, quite the contrary, she was incredibly well built, her legs were toned, the calves and thighs holding her jeans tight against her dark fur beneath. Her abs showed every time a gust of wind caught her loose t-shirt that hung off her chest.

The problem was that all that muscle was simply too heavy for the average vehicle used by the chintians.

Jack sighed as he dialled for a speciality taxi, it would cost even more, but he had mentally prepared himself for this and had got a hold of their contact details before they’d even got into the planet’s orbit. The minibus they sent was hollowed out and while his wife, Jenna, took the need for a speciality taxi in her stride, she gave him an exhausted look as she climbed in and had to sit, leaning against the rear of the driver’s seat, while stretching out where she could. He sat in the only seat available in the back that faced her, perfect for a human, useless for the larger lopeljack.

He ended up grinning at her. The antlers she had protruding from her head, had kept scratching at the ceiling. The vehicle already held the tell-tale signs of being used by a lopeljack before them as there were already similar scratches present. She unfolded a long leg and pushed him into his seat using a single broad foot-paw in protest to his mirth.

She had to stop when she caught the giggles as well. It had been just over sixty years since the Sol-3 Incident and the lopeljacks were a fairly new addition to the broader galaxy. It had been a quiet affair, them being recognised by The Community, but they had rapidly spread across the galaxy. There were rumours of nefarious agents from the new aliens, but then which species could boast a ‘perfect’ society, barring the esquinines?

His parents weren’t home yet and whilst they were under the impression that neither he nor his new wife could make it for Christmas, they had somehow got their miracle and had made it without their knowledge.

They just needed to burn some time first.

First stop was a café. It was an unmitigated disaster.

Jenna had to lean down and squeeze through the door, which was too narrow for her hips. The resulting slam as both doors caught on her, got every patron inside’s attention and despite Jack’s immediate response to help her and open the door to allow her entrance, the dramatic entry had left Jenna quite conscious of all their stares at her.

The meal was also not exactly what they were hoping for either. The portion sizes were far too small for Jenna to curb her growing hunger, despite that they catered heavily towards her innate desire for vegetation. 

Leaving, Jack made a point to ensure she left with more grace than her entrance and apologised for how his parent’s home planet was shaping up.

She shook her head, leaned down and kissed him deeply. Jenna assured him that just because the rest of the planet couldn’t match his perfection, didn’t detract from him specifically.

It wasn’t long before his parents would be home, but still a good two hours so Jack suggested a museum. The doors were larger, so Jack and Jenna allowed hope to bloom within them, until Jenna straightened up and took out a strip light. The resulting ‘pop’ of the light breaking across her antlers, shattering of glass and tinkling of it falling to the floor once again was a magnificent draw for attention.

Jack made a comment that they couldn’t have done better than with a brass band.

Deciding to take the risk, he got another taxi and headed to his family’s farm.

Arriving, their luck finally changed. The lights were on, and he could see the silhouette of someone pottering around in the kitchen with the blinds closed. The farm was a farm no more, although it still had the old farmhouse where his parents would live, but it was the barn that he was itching to see.

He bounded up to the front porch in a good impression of a lopeljack and he knocked on the front door instead of simply entering as he normally would. Jenna stood before the porch, rather than stood mostly upright, with one hand against the guttering.

After a minute or so, the inner door to the front entrance opened and the face of his mother lit up with a warm smile that spread from ear to ear. Jack heard her shout back to his father that he was here, a muffled exclamation of surprise came back. She unlocked and threw open the door.

Jack opened his arms to receive his mother, who ran past him and began hugging his wife, the larger lopeljack picking her up with ease in a warm, encompassing hug. Befuddled and bemused, his father grabbed his hand and brought him back, shook it once, before pulling him into a warm hug without another word.

Conversation was frantic and joyful, his parents were ecstatic that they had made it, but admonished him for appearing without warning. If not for the fact she had over prepared for their own Christmas, they might not have had enough in!

Jenna got Jack’s attention and quietly asked from the porch whether she’d be sleeping in the barn, resigned to the idea that it would be bales of hay for pillows. Maybe they could get an early flight home for the new year?

Jack confirmed they would be in the barn and shouted to his parents, who were grabbing various trays of food in the kitchen, that the couple were off to see the barn. Jenna was confused when they said they’d be along shortly.

The short walk across the courtyard was quiet despite Jenna attempting to ask questions. Jack’s only response was a smug grin. He had to take multiple steps, just to remain by her side with her wide, relaxed stride.

With a turn of a heavy key against a barn door larger than Jenna, he pushed it open with ease. Jenna gasped as she looked inside.

It had been converted into a roomy shepherd’s hut, but perfectly to size for the far taller lopeljack. Along one wall that connected to a table she could sit at, was a short flight of stairs and several vacant seats for the shorter family members to use at the same table as she.

She gleefully explored the converted barn, it had all the amenities one could want, just simply far larger than normal. Jack’s parents appeared carrying several huge trays and ‘cauldrons’ of food, every bite, a vegetarian delight. They set the table and sat as one.

The conversation was free flowing and jovial, although Jack did not miss the mention by Jenna that he was expected at her family home in short order, lest her parents get offended from being ignored.

She warned it was unlikely they’d make such an effort as it was far easier to ‘muddle through’ with a smaller guest, than a larger one.

He had a strange feeling that it would be an interesting weekend to look forward to.

#conservationverse #cuddleverse #human #haso #hfy #humans are space orcs #lopeljack #bunny #furry #human x furry

[tmntkiseki]

The Ooze Trail: Arc 2

For the first part of this chaotic series of Oregon Trail liveblogs featuring the TMNT bros, please refer to this post.

Live Updates Round 5

Okay, last time we left off, the boys had just reached The Parting of the Ways, which is about the halfway point of the trail. Leonardo's leg is still broken, but I'm sure absolutely nothing bad will happen from here on out, right? RIGHT?

Don got bit by a rattlesnake.

Michelangelo is exhausted again. I ask myself why this keeps happening when his character has the "Frail" trait (which is about as out of character for Mikey as you can get.)

"Time for another harrowing river crossing!" I say, when this is one of the ones that has a ferry. I even got a discount due to Donny using his powers of UwU on the ferry operator! (The "Charming" trait is broken af.)

Came across a member of the Oregon Dragoons getting bullied by some creditors. Michelangelo ended up saving the day like the Turtle Titan he is. (And by that, he... actually just talked to them and convinced them to leave.)

MICHELANGELO, PLEASE STOP FORGETTING TO TIE THE BACON BAG.

Arrived at Fort Bridger. Leonardo got his broken leg looked at and the boys attended a wedding!

It's Raphael's turn to get bit by a snake. Donny to the rescue!

He's sick. Oh dear. * IMMEDIATELY SPAMS HERBS *

An ox cracked its hoof again. How Donny failed to clean it properly, I do not know.

The same ox is now lame. I opted to set it free instead of slaughter it for meat, even though it'll probably just be eaten by coyotes or bears in its state.

I'm absolutely sure nothing bad will happen if I direct Michelangelo to drink from this spring.

Nothing bad happened

Donatello plays 1850s customer service agent on the Oregon Trail

The wagon axle got damaged. Luckily Don, being the genius carpenter that he is, was able to repair it!

Made it to Soda Springs. Ooooh boy, we are really in for it from this point onward.

#star's turtle talk #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #tmnt leonardo #tmnt raphael #tmnt donatello #tmnt michelangelo #the oregon trail

[cars2-renaissance]

I did it, y’all, I figured it out

So waaaaaay back in 2011 or so, my scheming child brain had come up with all these Loki-level theories on how Leland actually survived the oil rigs. I had it all figured out. I knew how he did it. And the real kicker is that it was all technically canon compliant which anyone who has seen the movie will have my 13-year-later response of “how the fu-“

Like it’s just not possible!! That scene was unambiguous. He was very extraordinarily DEAD.

BUT! 9 year old me was like nahhh he’s alive. They’re keeping him locked up in a secret dungeon at the bottom of one of the oil rig legs! Like I was convinced!

So it’s been bothering me ever since I got back into the fandom a few months ago. How did I work that out? Then finally. It came to me.

I FIGURED IT OUT!!!!!

This may have kept me up for the majority of last night BUT!!!!

What if Torque was already on the oil rigs when Leland got there? What if he was on the boat?? What if he heard rumors of this British spy they had captured, found him and was like "ey I got this, don't worry fellas, I'll take care of this one."

Then throws the lemons out of the room, turns to Leland, and is like "what in the star spangled fuck are you doing?!"

So they're on a boat and Leland has already been captured. He's got frickin blow torch burns and the lemons are planning on bringing him back to the rigs for further questioning but Torque is like "I've got a better idea. Let's fake your death then I'LL sneak you out of here."

So we all know Torque's disguise is not just projected. He's got an actual physical disguise. Now any well-prepared agent would be carrying a spare disguise devise in case the first one failed—LELAND FRICKING TURBO WHAT THE HAEL WERE YOU DOING— but here's this poor bastard about to be tortured to death so Torque uses the spare to run a scan of Leland and then puts it on some idk wheelbarrow??? and voilà! it now looks just like him!

But Leland is like “it looks like me, but it’s not going to take them long to figure it out.” But Torque is like, “Don’t worry about it,” and runs the decoy into a trash compactor and we get an ironic scene of Leland like "damn that could've been me..." then Torque hides him in an empty crate while he gets the other lemons and is like "haha look what I did to that crummy agent! I killed him haha!" And they're like "moron!! We could've gotten information out of him!"

But they unload the crates from the boat. Leland is waiting on Torque to get him out of there. He knows Finn is coming, but he can't call him now. The lemons probably took his comm. they probably broke his axles too or something to keep him from getting away. So he's totally at Torque's mercy here. Then he hears a commotion and shit, that's probably Finn. *rapid gunfire* *screeching tires* *huge explosion* yeah that's definitely Finn. Then there's just dead silence. And shit that's the worst part.

Okay after this, it really gets complicated. Finn wreaked havoc on those bastards so there was a great deal of confusion. Torque has to play along. Maybe he got sent to the boats again? But he wasn't able to make it back to get Leland out of the crate so the lemons unload the crate first and are like how in the fuck?

So now we've got ourselves a pickle cause Prof Z figures out someone helped Leland fake his death. There's no way he could've done it by himself. Now they've got either a traitor or another spy on board. They try questioning Leland about it but he doesn't give out so they toss him a holding cell in one of the oil rig legs to stew in the salt water and contemplate life. I'm sure they told him Finn was dead.

Torque comes back and awwwSHIT the crate is gone!!! And now all the lemons are on edge so he can't even ask about it without outing himself. All he can do is assume they killed that poor agent after all, and he had to keep on with his with mission, now even more precarious.

Some time passes, Torque goes to Tokyo with the main crew so he can offload the intel he got but he never makes it. And we all know what happens after that.

Finn keeps up his killing spree. We get the events of cars 2. The lemon operation gets shut down and the oil rigs get cleared out except, there's still a pretty red Jag stuck in one of the oil rig's legs :) (don’t worry we’ll rescue him)

#overly complicated cars2 meta #yes I call Rod torque redline torque because I want to #dead spy cars solidarity #leland turbo #rod torque redline #finn mcmissile #oil rig scene cars2 #cars2renaissance #pixar cars #finnland #cars 2 #cars 2 (2011) #cars fandom

[hippiegoth97]

Roam (Pt. 2)

Hey, everyone! I just wanted to post my Valentine's story on here to celebrate the holiday. This is technically the second part of a two-part story, but it's readable as a standalone. Enjoy! <3

Description: Eddie and his band finish their first world tour, leaving three whole months for you two to spend some quality time together. And what better way to kick off your intimate time, than with an absolutely amazing Valentine's Day?

Warnings: swearing, smut, female reader, mentions of drug use, alcohol use, anxiety, mentions of sexism and classism, mentions of sexual harassment, groping, use of a video camera, fingering, oral sex, unprotected sex, praise/light degradation, rough sex, squirting, dirty talk, consecutive orgasms, overstimulation

Roam Pt. 2

"Alright, we're gonna play our last song of the night. It's a special one I wrote for my wife. It's called "Fool for You"." Eddie says into the mic, met with cheers and whoops from the packed stadium. You watch from backstage, smiling as his eyes flick to you. "Y/N, this one's for you. I love you more than life itself, baby." He smirks in your direction, before strumming the first note to begin the song.

You've had your eyes glued to Eddie all night. You wait in the wings as he rocks hard on the guitar, delivering some of the greatest vocals in the industry, strutting around the stage with confidence and flair. He's such a showman at heart, always has been, and always will be. Even in the early days of Corroded Coffin, Eddie has given it his all with every performance. It's that commitment and passion that has gotten him and his band where they are today. And you admire the fuck out of him for it.

His tight leather pants and sweat-soaked muscle tee accentuate his perfect body as he sings, leaving very little to the imagination. You occasionally peek at the audience, finding many young women screaming and in tears over your sexy husband. You just smile at the thought, these chicks really think they have a single chance in hell with him. And sure, he gets real up close at times, putting his arms into the crowd to let them touch him. But it's all part of the act, and he doesn't have any interest in them whatsoever. He goes home with you, makes love to you, spends his every free moment with you.

Tonight is the final stop on the band's world tour. And you can't say you haven't been anticipating the end, so you can spend some quality time with your love. You've been on the road and on flight after flight for over a year now. It's been long, and grueling, and Eddie's exhausted, though he never shows it. But after tonight, you get three whole months to relax and recuperate before the band begins recording their third album.

He's been working tirelessly on the songs every night, scrawling notes, chords, and lyrics on napkins or scraps of paper when he can't locate his notebook. He's made sure that once the curtains are drawn, and the stage lights go out, there will be no interruptions of your special time together. Eddie has promised to give you every ounce of his undivided attention, and to shower you with expensive dinners, and spa treatments, and drug-fueled fucking. But, as amazing as all of that sounds, all you truly want is him.

Between press junkets, industry parties, and magazine shoots, Eddie's been remarkably busy. You get to come along for most of it, but he's unfortunately preoccupied with networking and dealing with shallow assholes to a point where you feel a little left out. Well, that is until said shallow assholes try to make a move on you. You don't entertain them for a single millisecond, but it's annoying to have creepy label execs and talent agents playing grabass at various mansions belonging to the likes of Ozzy Osbourne and Axl Rose. Eddie typically notices it happening, and nips that shit in the bud. But there have been a couple times where you had to sock one of the elderly bigwigs in the nose for trying to slip a hand under your dress.

Despite the obvious negatives of this lifestyle, you love watching Eddie and the others perform their hearts out night after night. This journey the five of you have embarked on has been mind-blowing. You've been able to see the whole world, and meet tons of amazing people. This whole experience, even from your second-hand point of view, is something to be cherished forever.

You notice the band is nearing the end of the song, and you watch as a couple tears squeeze their way from Eddie's eyes, smudging his thick eyeliner down his cheeks. Other than you, his true love is the stage. Performing means so damn much to him, and to know that it's over for now isn't easy. There will no doubt be another tour within a couple years time, along with award show performances and music festival sets. He loves sharing his music, his message, with the world. To have a connection like that with thousands of people is something he holds dear. He never thought he would get this far, and he is thankful for every last second of it.

A moment later, Eddie slams out the last few chords like his life depends on it. You can tell he's channeling his intense emotions into his guitar, trying to keep himself together. When he hits the final note, he falls to his knees as the sound splits the air. The crowd erupts with applause and cheers, and Eddie stays on the floor for a second with his chest heaving. He slowly stands, turning to look back at his bandmates. He beckons them to the front of the stage, and they leave their instruments to join him in a small line before his mic stand. He huffs a couple more breaths, throwing his arms over Gareth and Jeff's shoulders.

"I just wanna take a second to thank you all for bein' here tonight. This tour has been the shit dreams are made of, and we wouldn't be here without you, the fans. We can't wait to do this all again, whenever the fuck that'll be." He chuckles, still breathing hard. The others laugh with him, smiling wide as the high of performing rushes through their veins. "But until then, we've been Corroded Coffin. We love you, and goodnight, Amsterdam!" Eddie ends with a shout, hyping up the crowd again. Him and the others wave goodbye to the fans, and walk off the stage for the final time tonight. Eddie runs to you immediately, scooping you up into his glistening arms.

You shriek in surprise at his sudden actions, wrapping your arms around him to hang on. "You were amazing as always, baby. I'm so proud of you, my sexy rockstar." You smile, planting a messy kiss on his lips. His sweat transfers onto you, but you don't care. You notice his chest shuddering and hot tears meeting your flesh as you kiss. You pull away, having him set you back down. "Oh, baby. I know, c'mere." You pull him into your embrace, and he squeezes you hard as he lets out a few sobs. "I know, love. But there'll be more shows in the future, and you killed it every time." You comfort him, allowing him to feel everything that's been brewing inside him today. Ever since this morning, he's been on the verge of tears at the thought of the tour ending.

"Doin' alright, Munson?" Alex asks as the three guys approach you.

"He's taking it a little hard. He'll be okay." You reply, stroking Eddie's damp hair with your hand to calm him down.

"We kicked ass, man." Jeff says, and he and the others huddle around you in a group hug. Harmonizing sniffles can be heard in this bundle of bodies, and stray tears fall from everyone's eyes, it's a very heartfelt moment.

"Damn straight! And tonight was definitely our best so far." Gareth chimes in, slightly muffled in your huddle.

Eddie sniffs harshly, wiping his eyes as he pulls away from you all. "Ugh, sorry, guys. Shit got to me more than I thought it would!" He lets out a weak laugh, exhaling shakily to keep himself from breaking down again.

"Don't sweat it, man. It's been a crazy night. And I dunno 'bout you guys, but I'm ready to take a loooong siesta for three months." Jeff says with a tired grin, the adrenaline of performing quickly wearing off as you listen to the crowd file their way out of the stadium.

"I second that, we'd better get to the airport. It's a long flight back home." You reply, taking Eddie's hand. The others nod in agreement as you walk together. You gather your coats and bags from the dressing room, and say goodbye to the crew members. Your limo is waiting outside in the snowy night, with perfectly set heat and plenty of booze to warm you up. The air nips your nose, making you shiver in your fur coat. Eddie puts his arm around you as you walk through the private parking lot. You all slide into your respective seats, and you lay your head on Eddie's shoulder. He keeps you close, needing to lean on you to avoid more tears.

The driver pulls away once you're all situated, knowing exactly where to go to set you on your eleven-hour flight back to Los Angeles. "I just can't believe it's over, Y/N." Eddie says quietly, not wanting to disturb the others as they've already passed out from exhaustion.

"I can't either. It's been a crazy year and some change. But I look forward to us having some alone time for once." You giggle, thinking of all the things you're gonna do with him once you get home.

"I know it hasn't been easy for you to follow me on the road, sweetheart. But you have no idea how much I appreciate it. I don't think I could've made it through all of this if you'd stayed in LA." Eddie replies, turning your body to put your legs across his lap.

"I'm really glad I tagged along, Eds. We've seen the whole goddamn world! How many people get to say that? And I had to be here, I always cheer you on, baby. I'm your good luck charm." You say sweetly, laying your head on his chest as he holds you close. You resist the urge to fall asleep in his lap, knowing you'll have plenty of time to rest on the jet.

"That you are, darling." He presses a kiss to your hair, inhaling the scent of your expensive shampoo. He sighs at the sweet, floral notes wafting off the strands. It's become a comforting smell for him. "I love you, Y/N. So much." He whispers, choking back another batch of tears.

"I love you too, Eddie. I can't wait to be back home with you, in our bed, away from all the cameras and fangirls." You nuzzle against him, counting down the minutes until you can turn the world off for a while.

"Oh? But I thought that was your favorite part." He says sarcastically, drawing muted laughs from both of you.

"You're lucky I'm too tired to rant about how 'difficult it is being in the public eye'." Your tone is anything but serious, ending in a contented sigh as your eyes flutter closed.

"You fallin' asleep, love?" Eddie asks, concerned that this life is too much for you at times. You never complain, but he can tell the constant attention he and the guys receive makes you feel a bit forgotten about at times. He tries to remind you how much of a priority you are, buying you flowers at every tour stop, having at least one meal a week with just the two of you, fucking you silly whenever possible. But these things can only do so much, because at the end of the day, you aren't in the band.

You may tag along to events and meetings, but you're seen by others as Eddie's arm candy at best. You're sat in a corner with the other 'groupies', stuck having less-than-engaging conversations about how big your mansion is and what designers you wear, while the big boys do the 'real talking'. Said groupies don't ask you anything substantial, either. None of them even know you're on your way to publishing your first novel, which Eddie is immensely proud of. Not to mention all the assholes at said meetings and events, who think everyone's significant other is up for grabs at the right price. His stomach turns at the thought of how many sleazy people have offered him record deals, money, cars, drugs, among other things, for a 'night with your hot wife'. He shudders to think how many of his 'heroes' may have done such a thing to their own partners, in exchange for advancement in their careers.

"A little. I'm trying to wait 'til we get on the plane, though. Much as I love you, you don't make a very good pillow." You sigh, shifting uncomfortably in your spot. You're itching for a plush California king mattress, wanting to feel cool, satin sheets beneath your skin.

"Just a little bit longer, dollface. Then we can pass out in our seatbelts and wake up back in LA." He says soothingly, rubbing his hand up and down your back. You hum at the simple touch, letting your mind wander away from this conversation. You list off all the things you wanna do with Eddie inside your head:

1. Go to In-N-Out, I've been missing their chocolate shake and animal-style fries like no other.

2. Fuck, and fuck, and fuck.

3. Cuddle in bed and watch cartoons all day.

4. A long, hot bath with all the trappings. Candles, chocolates, fancy soaps, wine, and some heavy metal love songs on the stereo.

5. More fucking, obviously.

6. Cook a nice meal for Eddie, my famous lasagna.

7. Even more fucking, thank God for birth control.

By the time you finish your internalized list, the limo has pulled up to the runway where your jumbo jet awaits you. The lights outside are blinding when the door is opened for you to step out, waking the guys up from their nap. "Aw, fuck!" Gareth yelps, shielding his eyes.

"My apologies, sir. We have arrived at the airport." The driver says in a thick Scandinavian accent.

"No sweat, man. You're just doin' your job." Gareth replies, rubbing the sleep from his face. All five of you step out into the cold once more, quickly making your way up the steps into the airplane. The door is shut shortly after your bags are loaded in, closing you off from the outside world. The guys strap into their reclining seats, and Eddie pulls you along to your private bedroom for the final time for the next three months. You both plop onto the bed, melting into the soft mattress.

"Fuck, this bed has never felt so good." You groan, clumsily kicking off your shoes and removing your coat. You slide up the bed, getting into your safety belt. Eddie follows behind, clicking the metal buckle together for himself. You both lie down, pulling up the covers. "You ready, Eds? I know take-off is still a bit rough for you." You take hold of his hand, brushing your thumb across his knuckles.

"Baby, this plane could fuckin' explode at this point. I'm too tired to give a shit, I just wanna go home." He says, slightly whiny while his eyelids begin to weigh a thousand pounds. He's gotten a helluva lot better with his fear of flying. He barely even flinches anymore at every little bump or dip the aircraft makes during your journey.

"I feel that." You giggle, realizing you forgot to turn off the bedroom light. You groan aloud at the thought of getting up again. Eddie's about to ask what's wrong, when you force yourself upright and hop off the mattress to flick the switch. You return to your husband a second later, happily clicking yourself back in place.

"Thank you, I was thinking of doing that. But I honestly cannot get up." Eddie chuckles, pulling you over to spoon you through your seatbelts.

"No problem, babe. I don't think I can get up again until we land." You bring one of his hands to your lips, pressing a gentle kiss to it. Before you can say anything else, you hear Eddie's light snoring just behind you. He's out like a light, and you're barely hanging on to the waking world yourself. The plane is beginning to take off, and you knock out the second the wheels leave the ground. You don't wake up for about six hours, until the plane hits some minor turbulence. Your stomach drops when you feel the slight fall, but you settle back down after checking your surroundings to ensure everything is fine.

"Baby, we've landed." Eddie coos, gently shaking you awake once you've reached your final destination. It's still technically the middle of the night in LA due to the large time difference between here and Amsterdam. You really don't want to get up, needing at least another half a day to just pass the hell out. You whine at Eddie's words, rolling over in bed while bringing the blanket up to hide your head. "Sweetheart, we gotta go." He says, opting to scoop you out of your nest and carry you. He pulls away the blanket, undoing your seatbelt so he can pick you up.

"Ugh, Eds. I don't wanna move, I'm so fuckin' tired." You grumble, putting your arms around his shoulders all the while. He doesn't bother to pick up your shoes or fur coat, you won't really need them for a couple months. Someone will come by to pick up any belongings left behind and send them to your respective homes anyway.

"I know, darling. That's why I'm carrying you. You're a stubborn sleeper." He chuckles quietly, walking the both of you out to the main cabin in bare feet. The guys are waiting by the door, looking more exhausted and jet-lagged than they have all year.

"You're gonna go home like that?" Alex asks, quirking an eyebrow in your direction.

"Yeah, man. They'll send our shit over anyway, and Y/N needs her big, strong man to get her home safe." Eddie smirks, looking down at you nuzzling into him. You let out a sleepy noise or two, high in pitch and oddly cat-like. Oh, princess. You're melting my heart here, he thinks to himself.

"Whatever you say, dude." Alex laughs, finding your affectionate display rather adorable.

Eddie carries you down the stairs of the plane. The warm California air hits your skin as you disembark. You get into another limousine, and the guys are dropped off one by one at their individual homes. It's just you two now, making the long trip all the way to Beverly Hills. Being married to the frontman of the hottest metal band in the business certainly has its perks. The limo drives through the tall gate after it opens, trailing down the winding driveway until you reach the front entrance of your massive house.

The house, well, mansion, is truly something to behold. It's smaller than most in the area, but far be it from you to complain about a slight difference in square-footage. Especially when you live in one of the most well-known and coveted neighborhoods in the world. There's ten bedrooms and eight bathrooms, most of which are attached to said bedrooms. Marble flooring and countertops, state-of-the-art fixtures and appliances, an olympic-sized pool, and a full staff of maids, cooks, drivers, landscapers, etc. are just a few of the perks that Eddie's megastardom affords you. You take none of it for granted, but you're certainly comfortable. You've told Eddie before that you feel weird having people wait on you hand and foot all day, but he insists that you deserve to be spoiled.

That being said, you both make sure the staff are treated well and paid more than enough due to the size of the place. You know all of their names, and give them as much time off as you possibly can. You try your best to get to know them somewhat personally. You hate the idea of faceless servants running about the place, all while avoiding eye-contact or casual conversation. You find the concept of that creepy and demeaning. "We're home, Y/N." Eddie whispers, trying to see if you're awake.

"Okay. Can you carry me to bed, baby?" You ask, snuggling further into his warm body.

"No need to ask, sweetheart. I've got ya." He presses a kiss to your head. You hold on tight as Eddie carries you through the threshold of your not-so-humble home. He treks up the stairs and into the master bedroom, laying you to rest for as long as you want once he helps you remove your clothes. He climbs into bed after you, keeping you warm and safe in his arms. He gives you a few more kisses, this time to the back of your neck. You only half-feel them as you're pretty much asleep again. "Sleep well, princess. I love you." His words fall on deaf ears, your breath entering and leaving your chest at a slow, steady pace.

You don't wake up again until around 9am, having slept for at least twenty hours. A sliver of light peeks through your dark curtains, shining directly into your eyes. "Fuck." You mutter, turning over to look at the clock. You can't believe you managed to sleep for so long, and that you feel pretty well-rested on top of that. You sit up in bed, rubbing your eyes. Eddie's still sleeping soundly beside you. His face is buried in the pillows, and his limbs are splayed about clumsily. You notice a rolling cart sitting beside the bed, it must have been brought in by one of the cooks. You take a look at the contents, all of which make your mouth water beyond belief. There's muffins and scones, fresh-squeezed orange juice in a large pitcher, a chilled bottle of champagne, and two perfectly warm burgers, wrapped up in a paper you'd recognize anywhere. "In-N-Out, hell yeah." You smile, mixing yourself a boozy mimosa and taking one of the burgers to eat in bed.

"Mornin', my love." Eddie says from behind you, almost making you drop your glass.

"Jesus, Eddie! Don't scare me like that!" You shout, looking back to see him sitting up in bed. He's leaning back on his hands, his bare chest flexing as he breathes. A sleepy smile sits on his face, and his thick locks are an absolutely frizzy mess.

"Sorry, doll. Didn't mean to startle you. That smells good, though. You wanna pour me a drink and bring that other burger over here? I'm starving." He speaks sweetly, his stomach making hungry gurgles.

"Sure thing, hot stuff. How'd you sleep?" You set your glass down, picking up the empty one to make Eddie a drink.

"I slept alright, had some weird-ass dreams. But that always happens when I'm jet-lagged. Oh, happy Valentine's Day, by the way." He says with a laugh, knowing you've forgotten what day it is.

"Oh my god, is that today?" You ask, smacking your head at your forgetfulness.

"Did you really forget?" Eddie scoffs, his mouth falling open in exaggerated disbelief.

"No.....yes." You cringe. "I mean, I got you a present, but I can't believe I forgot about today. God, I'm a terrible wife." You groan, bringing the food over to the bed. You hand Eddie his glass and sandwich, plopping down beside him with your head hanging low.

"Don't worry about it, baby. I've got something planned that we'll both enjoy." He smirks, his tongue playing at the edge of his mouth.

"Oh? And what would that be?" You ask, dying to know what he's got planned.

"Oh...you'll see. I've got the whole day mapped out. Speaking of, we have a couples massage in..." He glances at the clock to check the time. "About an hour. So, we'd better eat up and grab a quick shower." He unwraps his burger to take a massive bite. He groans at the taste, his eyes rolling into his head for a moment. "Damn, I've missed these." He chuckles with his mouth full.

"Me too. Gina knows us well." You reply, taking a long gulp of your mimosa. You both continue eating, the messily strewn about blankets barely covering your bodies dressed in only panties and boxers. Eddie glances at your tits occasionally, but not in an ogling way. It's more so in admiration of your stunning beauty. You've been together for a very long time, and yet you both still feel that giddy honeymoon-phase sentiment towards one another. You've had your fair share of spats, but it's never anything you can't solve with a compassionate talk and some make-up sex.

You finish up your breakfast, enthusiastically hopping out of bed together to head into the shower. Eddie starts the running water, and you remove your lace panties. His breath hitches at the sight of your nude body, and you walk over to him nice and slow. Your hands meet his chest, and you roughly push him up against the bathroom wall. The cool tiles meet his skin, making him shiver. "Hey there, angel. Is there something you want?" He asks with a grin. You can already feel his erection poking against you, and you reach down to palm him through his boxers.

"I think you know exactly what I want, Eds." You say lowly, smirking at the groan he lets out as you squeeze him. You pull on the waistband of his underwear, yanking the fabric down his legs. His cock stands at attention, a small bead of precum forming on the tip. He kicks the garment away, bringing his hands down to grab your ass. You moan at his actions, pumping him in your hollowed fist.

"Can't wait for tonight, huh?" Eddie chuckles, though he realizes he'd be lying if he said he wanted to hold off himself.

"No, I can't. I need you, Eddie. We've barely fucked all week, and it's been so hard to keep my hands to myself." You bring your lips to his, hungrily shoving your tongue into his mouth. You continue to stroke his dick, winding him up. He moans down your throat, bringing a hand around to your front. He slips between your legs and feels how wet you are for him. Your arousal spreads on his fingers, which plunge into your pussy a moment after. "Fuck, baby. Let's not waste water, I think we're in a drought again." You say through a whimper, leading him backwards into the shower. The hot water soaks your bodies, and Eddie pulls away from you. He turns you around, pressing a hand on your back to have you bend over. You place your palms against the wall, waiting for him to push into you.

"We'll have to make this quick, sweetheart. The masseuses will be here soon." Eddie says, before shoving his length inside you. His thick inches fill you up perfectly, kissing your cervix. "Shit, so fuckin' wet for me." Eddie groans, taking a firm hold of your hips. He pulls almost all the way out, and then slams back in.

"Oh, god." You moan out as he brushes your g spot just right. "More, Eds. Please." You can't help begging, it feels like forever since the last time you had sex. Although, in reality it was only three days ago.

"You got it, angel." He breathes out, holding your hips even tighter. Eddie pulls back again, and begins fucking you at a rough yet steady pace. His dick thrusts into you swiftly and repeatedly, pushing you towards a rapidly building orgasm.

"Feels so good, baby." You praise, savoring every time his tip rubs against your sweet spot. His hand leaves your waist, smacking your ass. "Fuck." You groan at the pleasurable sting, wanting him to do it again. He anticipates your desires, switching hands to hit the other side. "God, I love it when you do that."

"And I love how much you moan for me, darling. Turn around." Eddie says, pulling out of you. You do as he asks, your back against the wall. He lifts your legs up, holding tight onto your thighs. Your arms wrap around his shoulders, and he rams his cock up into your pussy.

"Fuck, Eddie! Just like that!" You cry out, your mouth hanging open to release vulgar moans and curses. Your breasts bounce as he keeps it up, his eyes glued to them through the steam filling the room.

"Your tits look so good when I fuck you, baby." Eddie groans, lowering his head to plant messy kisses on your chest. It's hard to manage, given the speed of him thrusting into you, and the water making your bodies all slippery along with your sweat. He closes his mouth around your nipple, worrying the pebbled flesh with his teeth. You whimper at the sensation, finding your end is quickly approaching.

"I'm getting close, love. Go faster, harder. You fill me up so well." You egg him on, needing him to send you over the edge. You tug roughly on his soaked hair, drawing a low groan from him. He's still nibbling on your tit, increasing his pace. His dick slips against the special spot inside you over and over. You're so close, you almost can't stand it. "Make me cum, Eddie. I need it so bad." You whine loudly, your walls fluttering around him.

"I know, princess. I'm close too, just hold on for me." He murmurs, trying to readjust as his hands are losing their grip. But his foot slips on the floor of the shower, making you both tumble down onto the tiles. You grunt at the impact, still connected like puzzle pieces. Eddie lands on his ass, and you on your knees. His dick hits deeper inside you than before, making you gasp. The landing was softer than you expected, leaving you straddling his lap. You don't want to stop, and it seems neither of you are hurt. So you proceed to ride him, bouncing like your life depends on it. "Keep going, baby. You're such a good girl for me." Eddie encourages you with a grin, his hands on your waist to lead you. Your chests rub against one another, stimulating your nipples. You both can't stop moaning, the sounds echoing in the room. Your breath fans hot and heavy in one another's faces from your proximity.

You lean forward slightly, wanting to speak into Eddie's ear. He loves when you talk dirty to him this way, it's almost guaranteed to make him lose his cool entirely. "Rub my clit, Eds. I'm so close. You want me to soak your cock? I'll be such a good girl for you." You say seductively, grinning at the filthy noise that leaves his lips in response. He obliges your request, bringing a hand between your legs to swirl circles on your bundle of nerves. "Oh, god." Your eyes squeeze shut, just seconds away from reaching your high. "I wanna make you lose control, baby. I wanna feel you fill me up with your cum, it's so warm. I love the way it mixes with mine, we taste delicious together." You bite his earlobe, feeling the knot within you finally snap. "Fuck!"

"Good girl." Eddie feels your cunt clamp down on him as you continue to bounce through your orgasm. Your thighs shake uncontrollably, and the sounds escaping your lips are all he needs to join you in utter bliss. "Shit, I'm cumming, angel." He grunts, his hips jerking upwards while his stomach tenses. His load spills into you, thick white spurts coating your pussy. Your heads rest on one another's shoulders, effectively collapsing as you try to catch your breath. Your hearts pound in sync, thumping rapidly against your ribs. "I love you, Y/N." Eddie pants out, turning his head to press a kiss to your shoulder.

"I love you too, Eds. That was amazing." You reply before lifting yourself up off his softened length. You wobble slightly when you stand up, leaning back against the wall. Eddie gets up after you, already reaching for the shampoo. The rest of your shower is quite rushed, and you barely manage to dry off and get into your robes before you hear knocking on your bedroom door.

"Come in." Eddie says, and in walks two women carrying folding massage tables. They're dressed almost like nurses, all white tops and pants that resemble scrubs. The business name of 'Majestic Massage' sits in elegant script on the breast of their uniforms, embroidered in navy blue thread. Their hair is held in tight, slicked-back buns, and they smile brightly at you as they set up. You and Eddie sit together in an armchair while you wait. You make light conversation with the ladies, which they seem to appreciate. You don't imagine many of their clients bother to do the same.

The women, whose names you find out are Alice and Fiona, unfold the tables, and set out various scented lotions and massage oils on a rolling cart you had brought in. When you notice they're just about ready, you get out of Eddie's lap to go over to the stereo. You put on some music, Metallica, no less. "That's a new one." Alice says with a giggle.

"Oh, is it too weird? I can put on something else-" You offer, realizing it might interrupt their 'flow' or something.

"No no, it's alright. You two are just...different. In a good way." Fiona assures you with a kind glance.

"Thanks. We highly appreciate you two being here on our special day." You reply, feeling a bit awkward when you think about the dynamic of this situation. These women might have boyfriends or husbands of their own waiting to spend the day with them. And here they are servicing you and Eddie instead. Alice picks up on your sad thoughts, finding the sentiment very sweet. She's never had a client care even a little bit about her personal life.

"Please, don't feel bad. Your husband is paying us good money, Miss. This is our job, and we enjoy it." She insists, beckoning you and Eddie to take your places on the tables.

"Heart of gold, this one. I'm the luckiest man in the world, aren't I, ladies?" Eddie chuckles, walking ahead of you, smacking your butt on the way.

"Yes, sir." Fiona replies, slipping back into detached professionalism. You hold back the intense cringe that washes over you. You know there's nothing actually wrong here. You're being perfectly polite, and these women were hired to take care of you. But you'll never get used to this, much as you'd like to. You can't help but see the person behind the uniform in situations like this, and it makes you stick out like a sore thumb. "Please, Miss. Come, let us help you relax." She speaks again, drawing you out of your own mind.

"Right. Sorry." You say shortly, taking your place on the table. You lie face down in the donut-shaped headrest, taking off your robe. The masseuse lays a towel over your ass, covering your most sensitive parts. You take a deep breath and close your eyes, trying to enjoy your romantic day with Eddie.

"You okay, sweetheart?" Eddie asks, turning his head in the hole to look at you.

You meet his gaze, awkward as it is to achieve. "Yeah, I'm fine." You say, though you're not sure even you believe that bullshit.

"Honey, you've gotta get used to this sometime. Look, I get that having maids and stylists and other people like that waiting on you makes you feel bad. But it shouldn't, you know why?" He questions.

"Why?" You ask, already knowing what he's going to say.

"Because it's not that big a deal. They're paid well, at least by us. We aren't mean to them, or turning our noses up at them, right? We're already better than, like, ninety percent of the other people they work for. They make our lives easier, that's all. We aren't taking advantage, or treating them like slaves. Okay?" He explains calmly, as he has multiple times already.

"I know. I think that's what it is, though. The fact that almost everyone else treats them poorly, and I don't want to be part of that. I get that I'm being a bit silly, but this lifestyle can feel cold and heartless sometimes." You reply, just as Fiona brings her oiled palms up to massage your shoulders. She uses just the right amount of pressure, working at the tense knots that reside there from the stress of the tour. "Mmm." You moan quietly, melting at her magic fingers.

"I know, baby. But maybe if we lead by example, others might change for the better. You never know." Eddie replies, letting out his own blissful sound while Alice rubs a hardened tangle in his back.

"Fuckin' unlikely. I may be a lifelong fan of the Girls, Girls, Girls album, but the way Tommy Lee treats his assistant is abhorrent." You retort, recalling how handsy he was getting with that poor girl. She couldn't have been older than nineteen. You'd managed to wedge yourself between them at one point, which only accomplished getting both you and Eddie thrown out of his house. Eddie wasn't upset, much. He knows you had good reason to intervene, but it certainly burned any potential bridge for a future collaboration with Tommy or any Crüe members. Good riddance, honestly.

"I know, love. I wish it weren't like this. But we do our best to change things, and that's all we can do." He says, sympathizing with your thoughts. He's far from numb to the issues of this industry, and he does the same as you when he sees something wrong. But that doesn't guarantee the behavior will stop. If anything, it makes everyone else look at the two of you like you've grown extra eyeballs.

"I suppose." You sigh, putting the thought away for a while. You're meant to be calm and loose, fully accepting the sensations of the massage. The rest of your reserved hour goes smoothly, and you focus on the music and the warm hands working on your body. By the end of it, you feel like an entirely new person. You give Alice and Fiona a massive tip, and they give you many thanks as they leave.

"Feel better now?" Eddie asks, pulling you into him once you're dressed in your robes again. He smiles at you, brushing your hair behind your ear.

"Mmm, yeah. It was really good." You lean in for a kiss, pressing your lips to his. You hum into him, pulling away a moment later to avoid heating things up again. You should save something for tonight.

"Good, and it's just the start of the amazing day I have planned." Eddie replies, a joyful gleam in his eye at the thought of absolutely spoiling you today.

"What's next on the agenda, baby?" You ask with a giggle.

"Well, you are gonna go shopping for an outfit to wear out to dinner. That includes lingerie, sweetheart. You can pick anything you want, you look sexy in everything." His large hands run up and down your sides, and he lets his eyes wander around your robed body as he speaks.

"And what are you gonna do when I'm gone?" You question, blushing at his lustful stare.

"I will be setting up the bedroom for tonight, that's all I can say. Now, get dressed and take the limo. And then meet me in the living room when you come back, okay? And no peeking!" Eddie instructs, pointing a warning finger at you.

"Okay, okay. I promise I won't spoil the surprise. Ugh, you treat me too well, Munson." You give him another kiss, long and warm this time. He can't resist squeezing your ass in his hands, and you feel him growing hard beneath his robe. "Mmm, naughty boy. I'd better get moving if I'm gonna look stunning tonight." You pat your hands on his chest, moving away to open your walk-in closet. You want something comfortable, and not too fussy since you'll be trying on lots of clothes today. You settle for some tight jeans, a vintage t-shirt, and some converse. That's another 'odd' thing about you. Unless it's absolutely required, you just can't be bothered to dress extravagantly at all. You find most high fashion and designer labels to be rather uncomfortable. That's not to say you have no sense of style, you just prefer keeping things simple.

You bring your desired outfit to the bed, along with a basic bra and panty set. You remove your robe, laying it over one of the chairs in the room. Eddie whistles at your naked body, which makes you laugh. "Damn, what a view!" He says, finding some clothes of his own to throw on. He follows your lead, keeping it simple until dinner tonight. You both dress quickly, no time to waste as there's so much to do. Eddie puts on some eyeliner in the bathroom, and you apply a light yet full face. Nothing crazy, just enough to enhance your flawless features. Eddie leads you to the front door once you're ready to go, opening the hulking thing by the ornate handle. "I'll see you later on, baby. Dinner is at 7:30, so take as much time as you need. I love you." He pulls you into a light kiss, giving your butterflies.

"I love you too, Eds. And I'm looking forward to tonight." You smile at him, turning to walk outside and into the limousine waiting for you. You slip into the leather seat, the driver, Jim, shutting the door for you. "Do you know where to go?" You ask through the small window between the backseat and the driver's end.

"Mr. Munson gave me all the details, ma'am. We'll be there in about twenty minutes." Jim replies, giving you a kind smile.

"Okay, thank you." You say back, looking out the window on your journey to wherever it is that Eddie has sent you off to. You watch as the car zooms past towering palm trees while the sun beats down on the city. Skyscrapers pierce the big blue, no clouds to be seen today. Tourists and socialites walk the streets, stopping for photos at the Hollywood stars. You see a girl working almost every corner, and a dealer or two hanging around not so inconspicuously outside businesses that are most certainly fronts for criminal activity.

Billboards and electric signs advertise everything under the sun for as far as the eye can see. An artful gallery of capitalism shoved in your face in pristine technicolor. Los Angeles, land of the consumer, home of the advertiser. The city often feels hollow, lifeless even. Everyone and everything feels phony. Like they're all made of cheap plastic, but labeled with a hefty price tag. That's not to say there aren't things you enjoy here. But if Eddie's career didn't rely on it, you'd live far, far away from a place like this. The limo stops outside a lavish lingerie shop, your first stop of the afternoon. "We have arrived, Miss. I'll be waiting out here for you." Jim announces, stepping out the driver's side to let you out onto the sidewalk.

"Thank you, Jim." You say politely, giving him a small wave as you walk towards the shop. You can see why Eddie chose it, the outside alone is quite the spectacle. The structure is a slick, sinful red building, with massive windows. Corsets, feather-trimmed robes, garter belts, bustiers, and crotchless panties are on display for all eyes to see. Every color and fabric you can imagine is at your disposal, dressed up perfectly on mirrored mannequins. You step inside, immediately greeted by a gorgeous young woman with a name tag that reads 'Tina'.

"Hello, and welcome to Le Boudoir. How may I help you today?" She asks in a chipper voice.

"Oh, um, I'm looking for something special for Valentine's Day." You reply, finding the space a little intimidating. The store is very large, with rack after rack of various forms of sexy underwear. All the furnishings are either that same cherry red or blinding silver as the window displays.

"Oh, who's the lucky guy?" Tina asks, and you can tell she's trying to suss out which celebrity you're attached to. She noticed you stepping out of the limousine, and all she saw was dollar signs.

"My husband, he's in a metal band. Corroded Coffin, I dunno if you've heard of it." You say awkwardly, you really hate to name-drop. But you get it, people around here get curious about the rich and famous. Tina's eyes widen, and her mouth falls agape.

"You're married to The Eddie Munson?!" She practically squeals. "I'm a huge fan!" Of course you are. You resist the urge to roll your eyes. Sure, your husband is pretty amazing in every possible way. But fangirls seriously annoy you sometimes.

"Yes, I am. And I'm on a mission to find something that will drive him absolutely wild." You reply, laying on thick the fact that Eddie is your man.

"Well, you've come to the right place. What are you into? Leather, lace, silk? All of the above?" She's very eager to impress you, possibly thinking there's a chance she'll get something in return besides a sales commission.

"I'm not really sure. I don't want anything too complicated. But um...red is his favorite color." You hesitate on telling her that small fact. You've been trained pretty well by the band's PR team to not disclose any personal information about Eddie or the others. So you instinctively get a bad taste in your mouth after the words slip from your lips. It's innocuous, really, you're sure Eddie has probably revealed said fact in a silly teen magazine interview before.

"Ooh, a man of taste. Well, about half of our store is some shade of red. It's a very popular color. I'll take your measurements, and then I'll bring out some choices for you to try on. Sound good?" She says simply, clearly she's pretty good at her job.

"Great. Thanks." You reply, finding yourself feeling uncomfortable all over again. She knows you're married to Eddie, that he's a famous rockstar. But she doesn't even know your name, or care to. Though he talks about you every chance he gets, it's difficult for people to acknowledge your existence in his life. The media and the fans would much rather he appear single and available, so it's almost like you aren't real at times.

You spend well over three hours trying on countless bodysuits, bras, camisoles, and fishnets, tirelessly trying to find the perfect thing to wear for your man. Nothing feels right, and you're overthinking every combination of items you put on. "Okay, I can sense we're having some trouble here." Tina says kindly from the other side of the velvet curtain you're changing behind.

"I'm sorry, I've just never felt very confident in this stuff." You sigh, turning your body every which way in the teddy you're currently dressed in. You're checking every angle, trying to see yourself as sexy. But it's not working, this trip might be a bust.

"Well, confidence is key when it comes to lingerie. But I understand, it's uncomfortable for lots of women. Hmm...there's still one thing we haven't tried. I'll go get it for you." Tina says sympathetically, her heels clicking away from you. You remove what you currently have on, waiting for the saleswoman to hand over her final option. She sticks the hangers through the curtain, and you gladly take them. "Now, when you put this on, don't overthink it. Just think 'I am beautiful, I am sexy, and my man is gonna love this', okay?"

"Okay, I'll try." You put on the ensemble piece by piece, only looking in the mirror to make sure you've fastened in properly until it's complete. You clip the stockings to the garter belt, finishing the transformation. You dare to take a good, long look at your reflection, remembering what Tina told you. I am beautiful, I am sexy, and my man is gonna love this. You repeat the phrase in your head a couple of times, drinking in your own form. A sheer, red lace bustier pushes your tits upwards, adorned with tiny bows down the middle and sides. The garter belt, crotchless panties, and trim of the stockings match the corset, making you a true vision in crimson. The fabric feels delicious against your skin, and hugs all your curves just right. Damn, I look good. You bite your lip, knowing that this is the one. Nice job, Tina.

"So, what are we thinking? It's very quiet in there." She pipes up, you imagine she's gotten a bit tired bringing you countless pieces of underwear today.

"It's perfect! I'll take it." You reply, unable to stop smiling at how gorgeous you look.

"Great! I just know Eddie is going to flip out!" She says excitedly. The way she says it is odd, as if she's thinking about Eddie seeing herself in this little get-up as opposed to you. The thought makes your blood boil, but you refuse to let her fantasizing get under your skin. You're the one that gets to have him at the end of the day, that's all that matters. Tina rings you up, packing the lingerie nicely in a large black bag. She hands it off to you, seemingly expecting you to do something else. Here it is, she's gonna ask for tickets to a show, or a goddamn autograph if you have Eddie swing by just for her. Shit, fans really lack boundaries sometimes. She's about to open her mouth to ask for God knows what, but you don't wanna hear it. Not on your special day.

"Thank you for the help, Tina. Have a good day. Name's Y/N, by the way, though you didn't bother to ask." Her jaw claps shut at your demeanor, swallowing her inappropriate request. Without another word, you walk out the doors. Jim's waiting for you, holding the limo door open.

"Everything go alright in there, ma'am?" Jim asks, noticing you're looking less than happy.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Where to next?" You change the subject, sliding into your seat.

"I'm not at liberty to say, Mrs. Munson." He chuckles, finding his opportunity to keep up the surprise Eddie planned for you rather fun. Jim loves working for the two of you. You're exceptionally kind to him, which is hard to find in his line of work. He closes your door, walking to the driver's seat once again. You ride down a few blocks, stopping outside the Dior shop on Rodeo Drive.

"Jesus, Eds." You mutter, shaking your head. He really is too much. This trip goes much smoother than the other, although the employees here are much more snooty than Tina at Le Boudoir. You try on a few dresses, but you don't really like any of them. That is, until they bring out a breathtaking red gown designed by John Galliano. The dress goes down to the floor, layered with gorgeous, wispy tulle that's frayed at the ends. It's very edgy, very you. Not to mention, it matches the lingerie set you purchased earlier today. You purchase it and a pair of red heels immediately, feeling ecstatic and relieved that you've managed to find a gorgeous outfit to wear tonight.

"All set, ma'am?" Jim questions, noticing the huge smile on your face. He loves seeing how happy you and Eddie make each other. You're truly a fairytale couple in his eyes, a kind of love that comes around once in a lifetime.

"Yes. Thank you, Jim." You smile at him, waiting for the limo to start moving again. He takes you back home, with a few hours to go until dinner. You go back inside the house, finding the staff bustling around the halls and upstairs to your bedroom. You can hear Eddie making gentle commands up there, ensuring every detail is absolutely perfect. You let him be in order to maintain the mystery, setting your shopping bags down on the kitchen counter. You're feeling a bit peckish, so you grab one of the chocolate scones from the pantry as a small snack. Eddie's distinctive footsteps come down the steps, and he smirks when he finds you munching away on one of the kitchen barstools.

"Back so soon, sweetheart?" He says sweetly, wrapping his arms around your torso from behind. He plants a kiss on your neck, sending a flare up your skin.

"Yeah, I got the perfect thing to wear tonight. I can't wait for you to see it." You say through your chewing. "I see you've kept busy while I've been gone." You gesture at the staff running around the place.

"I certainly have. We're almost done, though. And I'm very excited to show it to you." Eddie replies seductively, nipping on your throat. You moan as you swallow, tilting your head to the side to allow him more access. "Don't fill up on pastries, baby. I'd hate for you to have no room left for dinner...and dessert." He chuckles darkly. He gives the hickey he's left on you a soothing lick, pulling away shortly after.

"Shit, you're such a tease, Eds." You whimper, shifting in your chair at the arousal spreading between your legs.

"I promise it'll be worth your while, sweetheart. I gotta finish this up, but I'll come back down and we can watch a movie." Eddie kisses your cheek before hopping back up the stairs to complete the arrangements.

You polish off your scone, scooping the crumbs off the counter and tossing them in the trash. You know you don't have to do that, but it's an old habit from childhood. Just because you have people to clean up after you, it doesn't mean you have to be a pig. You go to the living room, looking around your extensive collection of VHS tapes to find a film that fits the day. You think about something romantic first, like Pretty in Pink or Casablanca. But you're feeling like you want to go against the grain, opting for My Bloody Valentine instead. "Perfect." You say aloud to yourself. You and Eddie are avid horror fans, no matter the occasion. Today may be a holiday of romance, but this movie speaks to your common tastes more than anything else. And that's what you're meant to embrace today. Each other, for better or worse. It's all about connection, intertwining your hearts in your own unique way.

"Did you pick something, love?" Eddie says from behind you.

"Yes, I think I've found the perfect thing." You turn around so he can read the paper sleeve. He lets out an amused laugh, nodding in approval at your choice.

"I was hoping you'd go for that one, darling. Pop it in, and c'mere. I need my wife to cuddle me." He says lovingly, patting the spot beside him on the leather couch. You do as he asks, scurrying to the couch excitedly. Eddie puts a blanket over the both of you, and pulls you real close. "I love you, Y/N. I'm so glad I get to spend this day, and the rest of my life with you."

"I love you too, Eddie. You're my everything, and I wouldn't have it any other way." You share a brief kiss, before you lay your head on his shoulder. Eddie's hand strokes up and down your thigh as you watch the movie, making your skin tingle beneath the thin material. You hum quietly at the sensation, it really shouldn't turn you on so much. But you can't help it, the way he touches you is like nothing else on this earth. Your thighs squeeze together at the building pressure between them. He picks up on this, holding back the lusty chuckle forming in his throat. You're so easy to rile up, he'll never get enough of it. You feel yourself sinking further into the couch. You look at Eddie's face, finding he's still fixed on the movie while he teases you.

"Something wrong, princess? Is the movie too scary?" He asks playfully, noticing you staring. His head turns to look at you, finding your pupils blown out with desire. He bites his lip, knowing he's done for now.

"Uh-huh. But maybe if you kiss me, I won't be so scared." You form your mouth into a pout you know he can't resist.

"Anything for you, babe." He chuckles, cupping your cheek. He brings his face closer to yours, closing the gap between you. The kiss is smoldering, setting your insides on fire instantly. Your hands tangle into his hair, and he quickly maneuvers your bodies to lay over you. It's like you're dumb kids in high school again, clumsily making out on your couch. Only now there's no parents to catch you, no one to scare you into quickly separating while you readjust your fucked up hair and clothes. You both let out quiet moans as you kiss and grope one another, tongues rolling and hands wandering hungrily. You're still waiting until after dinner to do anything substantial, but it sure is fun to get yourselves amped up beforehand.

The movie ends without you realizing, and one of the maids, Angela, comes into the room. She turns off the TV for you, standing with her hands clasped before her. You take no notice, still lost in this red-hot embrace. She clears her throat to get your attention. "Pardon me, Mr. And Mrs. Munson. You said to remind you when it's time to get ready for dinner." She says matter-of-factly, ignoring your writhing bodies and vulgar noises.

"Thanks, Angela." Eddie replies between kisses as he doesn't want to stop.

"Eds, c'mon. You don't want to miss our reservation, do you?" You say through a laugh, gently pushing him away to let you breathe. You look to where Angela was standing, finding she's already left the room. You feel a bit bad, you can't imagine she enjoyed the view.

"I guess not." He whines before scooting off of you. You both stand, and he leads you by the hand to one of the spare bedrooms downstairs. "We'll have to get ready in here. I hope that's alright." He says as he opens the door. You see your shopping bags on the bed, and a garment bag holding whatever it is that Eddie plans to wear tonight. Your makeup has been brought down here for you, set out neatly on the bathroom counter. You notice there's a folding screen in the center of the room, allowing you both to have privacy when getting dressed.

"That's fine. I can't remember the last time we did the whole 'surprise outfit reveal' thing. Our wedding, maybe?" You smile at the memory and recall the image of Eddie's eyes tearing up at the sight of you in your wedding dress.

"That's right, angel. I wanted to make tonight extra special." He replies. "Go on, get ready. I had to call in a few favors to get the reservation we have, so we can't be late." He playfully shoos you away, handing you your bags so you can step onto the other side of the screen. You set the bags down, stripping off your clothes. They pile onto the floor, and your heart skips a beat when you pull the lingerie you bought from the bag. You slip into it so easily, unable to stifle a light moan at how sexy you feel in it. "You enjoying yourself over there, baby?" Eddie asks in a husky tone, trying to imagine what you look like right now. His mind runs wild with images of you in every kind of lingerie imaginable. It's taking everything in him to keep his erection at bay. It's just too easy to picture you in leather, or lace, kneeling before him or taking his cock from behind.

"I'm just very happy with my purchase at Le Boudoir, you're gonna lose it when you see me in this. Hell, even I'd fuck me right now." You laugh, continuing on to put on your Dior gown and high heels. It fits you like a glove, and so fucking comfortable it's unreal.

"I'm sure you look fucking amazing, doll. It's taking everything in me to be patient." He says, breathing heavier than usual.

"Me too, Eds. But I know the wait will be worth it." You zip up your dress, heading into the bathroom to your right. You close the door, applying some fresh makeup, still keeping things light, except for a bold red lip to match the rest of your look. You step back behind the screen once you're all ready, waiting to see how handsome Eddie looks.

"You ready, love?" He asks quietly, sounding nervous.

"Yes, darling." You reply with a smile. Eddie counts down from three, and you both step out from your hiding place to see each other. "Holy shit." You exhale, eyes widening at how amazing your husband looks. He's wearing a perfectly tailored black suit, with a bright fuschia shirt underneath. Half the buttons are left undone, Eddie loves to show off his chest. His tattoos peek out at you, and his necklaces twinkle in the light. He's got pristine, shiny black shoes on, and has kept his voluminous hair down. The deep brown locks cascade over his shoulders, framing his gorgeous face. "You look so fucking good, Eds." You smirk, noticing his signature rings still on his fingers.

"Not nearly as good as you, baby." He replies breathlessly. You look so beautiful, red from head to toe, his favorite color. Your makeup is flawless, and your hair hangs just right against your shoulders. He drinks in your form, admiring how your dress hugs your body in all the right places. He wasn't sure you'd find something you genuinely like at the Dior shop, it worried him that maybe he went overboard on that one. But to see you here like this, wearing one of the biggest smiles he's ever seen grace your face, he knows he made the right choice. "You are an absolute vision, princess." He gushes, sending a blush to your cheeks. He smiles at you, extending his hand. "Shall we?"

"Lead the way, handsome." You giggle, taking his hand. Eddie leads you back outside, assisting you in walking down the front steps in your gown. He helps you into the limo, following behind. The gifts you purchased for one another sit on the seat beside you. "So, where are we going?" You ask, unable to help yourself. You're absolutely buzzing with excitement.

"You'll just have to wait and see, Y/N." He says, giving you a kiss on the cheek.

"Ugh, you're killin' me!" You groan after failing to convince him to reveal this secret location. You decide to just go with the flow, every other surprise today has been pretty awesome. So there's no doubt that Eddie picked a great restaurant. You lay your head on his shoulder, snuggling up as best you can in this dress. You close your eyes, enjoying the smooth ride until the limo comes to a stop. You open your eyes, which are met with the 'most romantic restaurant in Los Angeles', Il Cielo. "Eddie! You did not!" You turn to him in utter shock.

"I did, baby. You deserve the best." He says with a smile. You step out into the setting LA sun, gazing at the rustic building before you. Lush vines and twinkling lights cover the outside, save for the elegant sign peeking out from the foliage. A few couples are seated outside, and you can see through the large front window that the inside is just as beautiful and busy. Eddie's brought you here only once before for a business dinner. The food was amazing, though you found the conversation boring. He always promised to bring you back, and until now you thought it would never happen. This place is always booked months in advance, especially for such a day as this.

"You're the best husband ever, you know that?" You press a hard kiss to his cheek, leaving a large mark of lipstick in the shape of your lips on his skin.

"Only because you're the greatest wife a man could ask for, angel." He returns your sentiment, holding your hand and the gifts in his grip to head inside. You make your way to the host's station, waiting behind the small line that has formed. When it's your turn, you're met with wide eyes from the maître d'. He seems to recognize Eddie, a real shocker there. He checks his list before either of you can speak, finding 'Munson' underlined on the paper with special instructions beside it.

"Right this way, Mr. Munson." He says to Eddie with a smile, looking at you for a moment. His smile grows wider, nodding to you. "Mrs. Munson." Well, that's the first time today that a stranger has actually acknowledged you as Eddie's wife. Not only that, seeing you here with him has made this particular stranger happy. You and Eddie follow the man to a table in a secluded corner of the restaurant. Real rose petals cover the white tablecloth, leaving space for your plates and glasses. The maître d' pulls your chair out for you, gently pushing you in.

"Thank you." You say kindly, and he nods.

"It is certainly an honor to have you dining with us tonight. My name is Alfonse, and I will be handling your table personally this evening. Shall we start off with some wine, or champagne, perhaps?" Alfonse speaks cordially, searching your faces for an answer to his offerings.

"Wine would be great, Alfonse. We'll take whatever you recommend." Eddie says, reaching for his menu to take a look.

"Of course, sir. I have just the thing for such a special night, with such a special lady." Alfonse replies, giving you a friendly wink. You giggle at his charm, opening your own menu. The man leaves you two alone to retrieve the finest bottle in the place.

"Well, he's very nice." Eddie says casually.

"I'll say. He's the first person I've met today that's actually treated me like your wife, and been polite about it." You reply, struggling to hide the bitterness in your voice from your earlier interactions. Eddie reaches a hand across the table, taking hold of yours.

"I'm sorry, princess. I wish people weren't so goddamn rude. They treat me like a fuckin' king in this town, and yet they seem to forget the fantastic queen I have by my side." Frustration laces his tone, but he keeps it at bay. Tonight is meant to be special, and no one is going to ruin that. "But I'll never forget, darling. I'll just have to do a better job at reminding everyone who I belong to." He says, looking at you seriously. He means it with all his heart, he'll make damn sure everyone understands how important you are to him. And if they don't like it, then they don't deserve his presence.

"I appreciate it, Eds. So, what are you ordering?" You ask, unsure of the answer yourself. Everything just sounds so good.

"To be honest, I don't know." His brows knit as he stares at the menu, he knows he won't be able to pronounce all these damn Italian words. "I'll just ask Alfonse what he likes. No one knows the food better than the employees." He sets the leather-bound booklet back on the table, and you follow suit.

"Good enough for me. There's no way I can read anything off this thing without sounding like an idiot." You laugh, drawing one from Eddie as well.

"My thoughts exactly." He smirks while he toys around with his silverware. "So, should we do presents before or after food?" He asks.

"We can after Alfonse comes back with the wine. Sound good?" You reply, looking around subtly to see if the man is coming by anytime soon.

"Sure thing, sweetheart." Eddie says, noticing Alfonse coming towards your table with a large, bulbous bottle with straw weaved around the bottom.

"Here we are, our finest chianti." The man says as he pours each of you a glass. "Are you ready to order?"

"Yes, we would actually like you to surprise us. You seem to be a man of taste, so we'll take anything you give us." Eddie smiles at him, hoping he's not asking too much.

"Certainly, sir. I appreciate your trust in me." Alfonse replies, happy to take the compliment. He knows exactly what to bring you, he only hopes it's up to your expectations. "I'll put the order in for you, it shouldn't be long." He says, leaving the bottle at the table and heading to the kitchen.

"Okay, present time." Eddie smirks, bestowing you with his gift. You hand off his, and wait for him to open it. "Oh, me first?" He asks when you're both sitting in silence for a moment. You nod, biting your lip. You can't wait for Eddie to see what you got for him. He pulls a velvet ring box from the bag, raising an eyebrow at you. "A little late for a proposal, don't you think?" He jokes, making you laugh. He's so unserious sometimes.

"Jesus, babe, just open it already!" You insist, and he flips open the lid. His mouth falls slack-jawed at what he finds inside. It's a thick, silver ring that's in a similar style to his usual ones. But this one is very distinctive, as it's sculpted in the shape of the demon's head logo from his old D&D club. ‘Hellfire’, they used to call it. You remember it well, you used to be a member yourself back in the day. Eddie stares at the ring for a moment, overwhelmed with nostalgia. It's been so long since he's played a campaign, or even thought about the game at all. A single tear rolls down his cheek, this has to be one of the most thoughtful gifts you've ever given him.

"Y/N, this is amazing. I-I can't believe you remembered." He says, giving you a meaningful look.

"Of course I did, Eds. I used to be in Hellfire too, ya know. You really like it?" You ask, somehow doubting your gift.

"I love it, angel. Thank you. It's a perfect reminder of where we started, and how far we've come." He slips it onto a free finger on his right hand, outstretching his arm to admire it for a moment. "It's pretty kickass, too." He smiles, putting his hand back on the table. "Okay, it's your turn now!" He says excitedly.

You reach into the bag in front of you, digging around in the tissue paper. You pull out a hardcover book, and your eyes go wide when you realize what it is. It's your novel, fresh from the publisher. The dust cover displays the title, Planet Mystique, in bold, purple lettering. It's a sci-fi/fantasy novel with plenty of action and romance, told from the perspective of a badass female protagonist. The illustration on the front is of said main character, Straana, riding a pink pterodactyl-like creature. She's wearing her full-body armor, brandishing a gleaming sword as she glides into the battle of the Gamma Rebellion. Your name graces the bottom of the cover, Y/N Munson. You can't believe you're holding this, the book isn't due for release for at least another six months. "How did you-" You start to ask, but Eddie cuts you off.

"I convinced the publisher to make a copy just for you. This is what it'll look like on the bookstore shelves, and I just know it's gonna be a bestseller. You'll be busy writing the sequels in no time. I'm so proud of you, sweetheart. You're unbelievably talented, and I can't wait for everyone else to see that." He says sweetly.

"Thank you, Eddie. I love it so much. This is fuckin' insane!" You exclaim, a little too loud. A few scowling faces of surrounding diners draw to you, and you blush hard while mouthing 'sorry' to them. Eddie chuckles at your embarrassment, you're too damn cute when your cheeks turn red.

"You're welcome, doll. Oh, look. Perfect timing." He says as Alfonse brings over your plates. The maître d' places the dishes in front of you, and the savory aromas hit your nostrils immediately. It looks amazing, and you wait for Alfonse to explain what it is he brought for you.

"For the lady, we have Burrata e Aragosta. Carnaroli rice with lobster and burrata cream sauce." Alfonse states, gesturing at your plate with a flourish. "And for the gentleman, Pappardelle al Cinghiale. It's homemade Pappardelle pasta, with roasted wild boar in its natural au jus, and Barolo wine. Enjoy, I'll come by with a very special dessert later on." He bows, going about his business once more.

You dig into your food, gathering a decent-sized bite of rice and lobster on your fork. You bring it to your lips, moaning at the rich, creamy flavors that explode in your mouth. "Mmm, fuck that's good."

"Sounds like it, I thought only I could make you moan like that." Eddie quips, taking in a mouthful of his own meal. He makes a similar sound, remembering what all the fuss of this place is about. The two of you devour every last bite of your food, the only sounds between you the occasional satisfied moan or slurp of wine. You can't help it, every single bite tastes so damn good. You set your fork down, wiping your mouth with the cloth napkin from your lap. Eddie does the same, and you both lean back in your seats and wait for dessert.

"Ah, I see you both have a very hearty appetite. Here is your dessert. Cuore di Cioccolata, a perfect end to your special meal." Alfonse says, taking away the empty plates and setting down a gorgeous, heart-shaped chocolate cake topped with raspberries before each of you. "Is there anything else I can do for you this evening? Or can I bring the check around?" He asks, in no rush at all.

"The check would be great, Alfonse. Thank you for taking care of us tonight." Eddie reaches into his suit jacket, pulling out his wallet. He takes the Amex out, handing it to the man. "Here, and tip yourself whatever our total is."

"Oh, that really isn't necessary." Alfonse attempts to be modest.

"No, no, I insist. You know what? To hell with it, double that!" Eddie exclaims, making the eyes of the maître d' bug out. He gasps, utterly shocked that your husband wants to tip him so much.

"Anything you say, sir! Thank you!" Alfonse beams, scurrying away to process the bill.

"Jeez, Eds. Sounds like Alphonse's wife gets to have a special night, too." You giggle, always amazed at Eddie's generosity. You suppose it's due to his more than humble childhood. Living in a trailer with his uncle Wayne, selling drugs to provide for himself. At his core, he's still that same geeky kid you first met all those years ago. Kind, sweet, always looking out for those who need him most. And now he has the disposable income to spoil his friends and family, and act as a charitable stranger to people who deserve it.

"Absolutely, he did a fantastic job for us tonight." He says simply, cutting into his cake with his fork. You do the same, gobbling up every last crumb as politely as you can manage. Alphonse returns with the credit card, setting it and Eddie's receipt on the table.

"Thank you for dining with us at Il Cielo. Please, take your time, and we hope to see you again soon." He says kindly.

"Thanks, Alphonse. Have a good night." You reply sweetly, and he chuckles.

"I see you liked the cake very much, ma'am." He wipes his thumb against his bottom lip, signaling that you've got a spot of chocolate on your face.

"Oh, sorry." You blush, wiping your mouth frantically with your napkin.

"It's quite alright. It's been a long time since I've seen a lovely couple like yourselves actually enjoy the food here." He says in a hushed tone, as if it's a secret that the other patrons here may go through life with their heads up their own rear ends.

"We really did, it was delicious." You reply with a smile.

"Glad to hear it. Have a wonderful Valentine's Day, you two." He leaves your table for the final time, tending to the front door once again. You and Eddie gather your things, heading outside.

"Holy shit, it's Eddie Munson!" A man in the line to get inside shouts. This causes everyone's heads in your vicinity to lock on to you and your husband.

"Great." Eddie mutters, rolling his eyes. He pulls you along a little faster, and other people start to gather and get in your way.

"I'm such a big fan! Can I have an autograph?" A young woman asks desperately.

"How about a picture?" Another shouts. The situation is quickly getting out of hand, sending your anxiety levels through the roof. You've told Eddie to hire a bodyguard a hundred times over, but he's insisted it's not necessary.

"Please? My daughter loves your music!" Another voice from an unknown location begs. You're verbally assaulted by person after person, wishing you could reply with the thoughts the attacks evoke.

"I love you! You're so sexy, Eddie!" No shit, Sherlock.

"Marry me Eddie! I wanna have your babies!" He's taken, bitch. Plus, ew.

"Who's this woman you're with? Is she a prostitute?" That's fuckin' rude. Do I really look like a hooker?

"When's the next album coming out?" Wouldn't you like to know?

"Is it true that you're secretly hooking up with your bandmates?" What the actual fuck?

You both just keep walking, giving no outward reaction to any of these invasive questions. You're struggling to find Jim in the growing sea of bodies. Eddie holds your hand tightly, his face hardening as the crowd only seems to expand, the edge of the street miles away now. Endless voices and faces ebb and flow like harsh waves, bombarding you with every form of unwelcome attention. You can't think straight, and someone tries to yank the gift Eddie gave you from your grasp. You almost fall over from the force of the grubby hands clawing at you. You look to Eddie to figure out what to do, but he's just as overwhelmed as you are, if not moreso.

"Alright! That's enough! If you don't stop harassing Mr. Munson and his wife, I'll report all of you to the police!" You hear Alphonse practically scream from the edge of the crowd. The rabid gathering turns to glare at him, but he is far from intimidated. "You should be ashamed of yourselves! I suggest you let them through to their vehicle right this instant! Otherwise, I've got some very bulky waiters who are just dying for a good fight." This statement seems to strike some fear into the vultures, which makes a wide grin spread across Alphonse's face. "I thought so. Go on now, get out of here!" They collectively flinch, quickly dispersing to reveal Jim standing a few feet away from you with the door open.

"Thank you, Alphonse. You didn't have to do all that." Eddie says apologetically. He knows it doesn't look so good to have a mob form outside such a fine establishment.

"No trouble at all, sir. Are you both alright?" He asks in genuine concern.

"Yeah, we're okay. I think we'll have to hire some security to keep that from happening again, though." Eddie laughs nervously, his heart still pounding from how awful that experience was.

"I highly advise you to do so. People are crazy, especially in La La Land." Alphonse jokes, putting you both at ease. "Alright, you'd better leave before they try to swarm again. Hopefully the rest of your evening goes smoothly."

"It certainly will. Goodnight, Alphonse." You reply, before turning away to finally get back in the limo to go home. You exhale loudly, puffing your cheeks while you slide into the seat. Eddie follows suit, and the door closes behind you. Finally, safe and sound again. You lean into one another, and Eddie puts his arm around you to keep you close.

"You okay, baby? I know that got pretty scary." He says softly. He feels awful that this happened, and on your special night of all things. He curses himself for not listening when you've hounded him to hire security.

"I'm okay, but some asshole tried to steal my book. Thankfully I'm stronger than whoever it was." You look down at the novel, noticing a small rip in the dust cover. Damn.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N. I promise I'll call around to get the best bodyguard possible, okay? I never want this to happen again." He kisses your temple, resting his forehead on yours afterwards. "God, did you hear some of the shit they were saying? Who in their right mind thinks any of that is okay?" He squints his eyes shut tight in disgust, utterly annoyed at the thought of it.

"I know! Like, do I look like a streetwalker? I hate to be that girl, but this is Dior, for fuck's sake!" You exclaim, gesturing wildly at your dress with your hands.

"You don't look like anything other than my gorgeous wife, baby." He says calmly, hoping to relax you after that unpleasant moment.

"Good, because I really like this dress." You chuckle, snuggling your head into the crook of his neck.

"I know you do, sweetheart." He laughs lightly. You spend the rest of the ride home in silence, needing some time to fully calm down. The moon has come out to play, and the street lights flash against the windows as you ride past. You pay no attention to the outside world, you've had more than your fair share of it for the time being. You're safe inside your Eddie-sized bubble, kept warm and secure in his strong arms.

"We've arrived at your home, Mr. and Mrs. Munson. Have a good night." Jim says with a yawn. He's looking forward to going home to his wife for the night. You and Eddie climb out of the limo, walking up the steps and into the house.

"You ready for your final surprise, angel?" Eddie asks, the anticipation building for the main event of the evening.

"More than anything, love." And with that, he gently leads you by the hand to the large doors of the bedroom. He lets go of your hand, slowly twisting the doorknobs. He reveals the room to you, which looks completely different to how it did this morning. You step inside, absolutely dumbstruck. There's lit candles all over the room, some in high-standing candlesticks, others on every table at Eddie's disposal. Rose petals cover the bed, which is dressed in beautiful red and black sheets. An ice bucket with a perfectly chilled bottle of champagne sits on the nightstand, along with a large box of chocolates. And the cherry on top, is a video camera positioned on a tripod a couple feet from the end of the bed.

"What do you think, baby?" Eddie asks lowly, standing right behind you after closing the doors. His arms wrap around your waist, and he nudges your hair aside to plant blazing kisses to your neck. You can feel him getting hard in his pants, and you instinctively press yourself back into him. He groans at the friction.

"It's perfect, Eds. Just like everything else you've done for me today. And the camera is a nice touch." You laugh breathily, slowly grinding against him repeatedly.

"I was hoping you'd like that." He smirks through his kisses. His hands wander up your front, taking hold of your breasts through your dress.

You moan at his groping. "I really do. I've always wanted to try it. And you know...I've heard it's just as fun to watch the tape back as it is to make it." You turn around, needing to touch him. Your hands run up and down his chest, slipping into his loosely buttoned shirt. You feel up his warm skin, trailing your fingertips anywhere you can reach. You trace his tattoos, drawing small groans from Eddie at the contact.

"You wanna help me get undressed, princess?" He asks, wanting so badly for you to strip him down.

"Sure thing, Eds." You grin, reaching for the lapels of his jacket. You push the fabric from his shoulders, and he slips the jacket off his arms. It lands on the floor, fully exposing his fuschia shirt. "God, you look so sexy in this suit, baby." You observe aloud, biting your lip. Eddie's always had such great style, although he looks good in everything. You undo the rest of his buttons at an agonizing pace, pulling the shirt tails out of his slacks. The shirt joins the jacket on the floor, leaving Eddie topless. His bare torso makes your mouth water, he truly is a sight to behold. Smooth, supple skin, subtle muscle definition, badass tattoos inked on almost every available inch, all illuminated beautifully in the candlelight. He's so damn perfect, leaving you wondering how you got so lucky.

"Uh-oh, has my rockin' body distracted you again, Y/N?" Eddie asks half-jokingly. He'll never get enough of the awestruck expression that permeates your face when you see him in all his glory.

"Maybe." You meet his eyes, no doubt your pupils are blown out with desire. You bring your lips to his, kissing him hungrily. You quickly move on to his jaw, his neck. You nibble and suck the flesh of his throat. He whimpers at the sensation, the sound of which makes arousal spread inside your panties. Your hand wanders downwards, quickly taking hold of his erection.

"Fuck, baby." He groans as his eyes flutter closed. You keep palming him, lowering your body to kiss his chest. You drag your tongue all around his skin, and playfully bite his nipples. "I love it when you do that." Eddie sighs blissfully, enjoying every move you make on him. You continue to bring yourself to your knees, kissing his stomach, dipping your tongue into his belly button. "That tickles." He says with a light laugh. You stop groping him for a moment, needing both hands to undo his belt. You get it open, and unzip his pants. He's still got his shoes on, but you don't care. You want his cock in your mouth, and you want it now. His slacks gather at his ankles, and you yank down his boxers to join them. His dick slaps his stomach, precum beaded on the tip.

"You want me to suck your cock, baby?" You ask teasingly, looking up at him with your hands resting on his thighs.

"Yes, please." Eddie begs. Your messing around has wound him up significantly. You take his length in your hand, pumping him a few times. "Shit." He groans, pleading with his eyes for you to give him what he wants.

"Patience, love. You'll get what you want." You coo, licking light circles around his tip. He moans again, anticipating your next move. You drag your tongue up and down his shaft, still warming him up. Helpless noises leave his lips, each of which sends a rush to your pussy. You're getting absolutely soaked, dripping onto your dress through the slit in your underwear. You finally take him in your mouth, effortlessly swallowing all his inches.

"Oh, god." He mutters, already getting close from all your teasing. His hand grips your head, fingers tangling in your hair. You bob back and forth on him, your nose brushing against his mound of hair with every stroke. You swirl your tongue around him as you work. You know all the right moves to drive Eddie wild. "Feels so good, baby. Such a good girl for me." He praises, drawing closer to his release.

"Mmm." You moan around him, sending vibrations through his lower half.

"You're gonna be the death of me, sweetheart." Eddie says, breathing heavily. He can't stop moaning, and calling out your name. Everything you're doing feels so fucking good. You've always been massively talented at giving head, and it's only gotten better with time. "Keep going, I'm almost there, baby." He instructs, his eyes squeezed shut as he awaits his release.

"Mmm." You moan again, becoming needy for your upcoming turn. You reach around to grip his firm ass, wanting to bring yourself closer to him. You massage the rounds of him, only increasing his pleasure. You gag on him over and over, your eyes watering as you work overtime to make him lose control.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum. Just a little more..." He trails off, gripping your head harder. He thrusts himself into you, chasing his high. You let him use you in any way he wants, breathing through your nose as he chokes you with his cock. "Such a good girl for me, angel. Taking my dick so well- shit. Gonna cum down that pretty throat of yours." He's babbling, his mind scrambling as his stomach begins to tense. "Fuck!" He shouts, his hips bucking into you harder than before. His hot load spills down your throat, his toes curling inside his shoes. He lets you out of his grasp, and you slip off of him. You gasp for air, swallowing hard. "Thank you, baby. That was so fuckin' amazing." He says lovingly, helping you stand up again.

"You're welcome, darling." You give him another kiss, which quickly turns into making out. Your tongues roll against each other, dialing up your desperation. You have to feel him touch you. Hands, face, cock, it doesn't matter. You want him in every way he'll give himself to you.

"I take it you want a turn now, sweetheart?" Eddie says quietly, your lips still barely brushing against one another.

"More than anything, Eds." You practically whine.

"Anything for you, baby. Let me get my shoes off, and how 'bout you lose the dress?" He politely commands, and you nod. You let him sort himself out, and you slowly pull the zipper down the back of your gown. You wait until Eddie's looking at you to take it off. "C'mon, love. Show me what you've got on under there." He bites his lip, becoming very excited again. You do as he asks, carefully pushing the dress down your body to reveal the lingerie you picked out for him. His eyes widen with every inch you expose, and his cock is already getting hard at the sight of you. You step out of the dress bunched at your feet, still standing in your high heels. You put your hand on your hip, posing casually.

"What do you think, Eddie? Do you like it?" You smirk, loving the awestruck expression on his face.

"You look gorgeous, baby." He says in disbelief. He moves closer to you, taking in every last detail. The bustier pushing your tits up, the ravishing red fabric sitting deliciously on your skin. He circles you, wanting to see all possible angles. "So fuckin' sexy, Y/N. God, I just want to take you right now." He meets your front again, unable to stop staring at your body.

"There's one last little detail you haven't seen, love." You spread your legs apart slightly, taking hold of his hand. You gently lead him between your legs, letting him feel for himself that there's no crotch in these panties.

His eyes widen further at this discovery, he gasps. "Oh, my god." He groans, his dick twitching at your little surprise. His fingers stroke your folds, spreading the excessive wetness around. You whimper at the sensation, your hips jolting when he runs over your clit. "And you're so fuckin' wet for me, too." You're gonna kill him at this point, every part of this is blowing his mind. He easily pushes two fingers into your cunt, curling them ever so slightly.

"Eddie." You moan out, putting a hand on his shoulder to keep your balance. He continues to finger you while walking you backwards to the bed. You let out muted moans, your insides setting alight as he pleases you. He pushes you down onto the bed, taking his digits out of you for a moment. You whine at the loss, but quickly realize he's just turning on the camera. The red blinking light comes on, and you're officially being recorded. You scoot backwards, trying to get as much into the camera's view as possible.

"You're so gorgeous, Y/N. The most beautiful woman in the world." Eddie compliments you, climbing onto the bed to hover over you. You're laying sideways on the bed, ensuring the camera will capture everything you do to each other. Eddie kisses you deeply, shoving his tongue in your mouth. You both moan into the kiss, hands wandering over each other's bodies. He lowers his hand to your pussy again, rubbing circles on your clit.

"Oh, fuck. Feels so good, baby." You say as you break the kiss. He shoves his fingers into you again, rougher than before. Your breath catches at the contact, your back arching off the bed. His other hand cups one of your breasts, massaging the flesh harshly. "You know, the woman that sold me this seemed to be imagining herself in it instead. She wanted to be here with you, in my place." You say in a seductive tone, and he picks up on what you're doing. You're using your jealousy to increase your own pleasure. "But you only want me, don't you?" You state this more as a fact than a question, needing Eddie to affirm the sentiment.

"I only want you, Y/N. Nobody else, not some starlet that throws herself at me, not an overzealous fan, not a lingerie saleswoman. Just you, because you are the most wonderful woman in the universe." He replies, his tone dark and sweet at the same time.

"Good boy." You say breathlessly as he increases his pace. He blushes at the nickname, you don't pull it out all that often. He loves it though, the way you can both play off one another so comfortably and easily. "I love how good your fingers feel, baby. But your mouth feels even better." You gaze up at him as you speak, caressing his cheek. He gets the message, pressing a few kisses to your cleavage before crawling downwards to position his face between your legs. His breath fans over your pussy, and he slowly removes his fingers from you. You sit up abruptly, taking hold of his wrist. You lock eyes with him as you lick your arousal from his skin. You moan at the taste, so sweet and musky.

"Damn, that's hot." Eddie murmurs, his words brushing against your core. He tents your knees, spreading your legs apart nice and wide. He wants to capture every second of this, to replay these intimate moments with you over and over. His tongue pokes out from behind his lips, making contact with your clit.

"Oh, Eddie." You gasp, your head falling backwards a moment. You're resting on your elbows, wanting to watch everything he does to you. Eddie licks and sucks every centimeter of you, from your bundle of nerves to your dripping entrance. His wet muscle feels so warm against you, flicking all the right places expertly. You can sense your release building higher and higher, just waiting to come tumbling down. You're covered in sweat, making your lingerie stick to you. "I love it when you eat me out, baby. Your tongue is so wet and warm. Fuck, I can't get enough." Eddie happily accepts your praises, growing unbearably hard at how pretty the words sound coming from your lips. He shoves his tongue inside your cunt, drawing a loud moan out of you. He keeps pressing your g spot like a button that makes dulcet noises escape your lungs with every push. You're getting very close, needing just a little bit more.

You weave your fingers in his hair and hold his head down. You tug roughly on his curly locks, and he grunts against you. "Mmm." The vibrations take your breath away. A large wave signaling your oncoming orgasm crashes over you.

"Do that again, Eds. I'm so close." You whimper. He does as you ask, another wave rolling over. "More. Make me cum, baby. I need you." Your chest is rising and falling rapidly, your breath coming out in a shallow panting. He repeats the action, stronger than before. That's all it takes for you to lose all control. "Oh, god! Eddie!" You cry out as your thighs begin to shake. Eddie keeps a firm hold on you to keep your body steady. You cum hard on his face, and he swallows as much of your juices as he can. He groans at the taste, furthering your high with even more vibrations. Stars blur your vision, and a fresh layer of sweat coats your skin. You fall backwards onto the bed, letting your eyes slip shut as you come back down to earth.

"That was beautiful, baby." Eddie says while lovingly stroking your thighs. He moves to lie down next to you, giving you the softest of kisses. You open your eyes to look at him, finding his kind face admiring you. "Hey there, my love." He smiles.

"Hey there, yourself." You reply cheekily. "That was really fuckin' good, by the way. Some of your best work."

"Oh, you think so? No notes, then?" He chuckles, playing around.

"None whatsoever, babe. You always know how to please me completely." You give him a kiss of your own, keeping things light. You're both still cooling off from your first orgasms, slowing down to savor every moment.

"I try my best." He turns onto his side, rolling you with him so he can spoon you. "Mmm, I love you, baby." He says, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

"I love you too, darling." You sigh, melting into his touch. You sense things heating up again, his dick is poking into your ass like before.

"You ready for more, sweetheart?" Eddie asks seductively, right in your ear. His breath fans hotly against your neck, making you shiver.

"Yes, please." You reply, barely above a whisper. Eddie grabs your thigh, angling your leg to lay over his. He's tender and gentle, his large hand trailing across your skin with every touch. He takes his dick in his hand, rubbing the head against your folds to lube you both up. You share a moan at the feeling, and turn your heads to share another kiss. Eddie slowly pushes his cock into your pussy, your walls swallowing him up completely. He brushes against your sweet spot, his tip hitting your cervix once he bottoms out. "You're so big, Eddie." You say against his lips.

"All for you, dollface." He replies. He pulls almost all the way out, before slamming back in. You cry out, and his breath hitches at your insides flexing around him. "Fuck, you're so wet and tight for me. Fuckin' gorgeous." He pulls out, and thrusts back into you even harder.

"I need more, love." You whine at him, wanting him to completely let loose.

"More what? Use your words, be a good girl." He commands, a dark thrill shooting through you at his tone. He thrusts roughly again, his hips smacking against your ass.

"I want you to fuck me harder, Eddie. Go faster, ruin me." You beg, not a care in the world for how needy you sound.

"I love it when you beg, baby. It's impossible to resist." He says with a wicked smile, before taking a hard grip on your waist. He starts hammering into your pussy, hitting your special spot every single time.

"Just like that, Eds! You feel so goddamn good, don't stop!" You exclaim, enjoying every second of this. "I want you to tear me apart, fuck me again and again until there's nothing left."

"You're such a greedy little thing tonight, aren't you? So needy for my cock, my perfect little freak. I'll give you anything you want, princess. You take my dick so well." Eddie speaks through gritted teeth, the words flowing directly to your brain. Every syllable dizzies your head, pushing you further toward the edge. Eddie's doesn't seem too far behind, his thrusts becoming unfocused. "Roll over for me, baby." He pants, pulling out of you and getting onto his knees. You do as he asks, putting your ass in the air for him while you rest on your elbows. He rams his dick into you just barely after you get a good grip on the blankets beneath you.

"Fuck!" You cry out. "You getting close, baby?" You ask, noticing Eddie's balls tightening as they slap against you.

"Yes, angel. I can tell you're almost there, too. You're squeezin' me so tight." He struggles to get the words out. Your walls flutter around him in the most exquisite way. His rings dig into your flesh, holding your hips for dear life as he chases your high along with his own. Your bodies are soaked with sweat, hair clinging to faces and beads of moisture rolling down cheeks. "C'mon, baby. Be a good girl and cum for me." Eddie groans, bringing his hand around to rub your clit. He makes perfect circles with just the right amount of pressure to seal your fate.

"Eddie!" You shout, falling helplessly into the depths of your second orgasm. Your front end crumbles, utterly powerless as pure ecstasy courses through you. You moan consistently against the sheets, muffling your sounds. Your pussy clamps down onto Eddie's length, and he pulls out just before he loses control.

"Good girl, Y/N. So fuckin' pretty when you cum. A perfect mess, just for me." Eddie grunts out the words as he jerks himself off, positioning the tip just above your ass. "Fuck, princess." His stomach clenches, and his load spurts out in hot white ropes. You feel his release spill over you, soaking through your panties and running down your thighs. A drop of it lands right on your clit, making you jolt. You're just about to let yourself collapse onto the bed, assuming Eddie's finished. But clearly he's only getting started. He doesn't want to stop, feeling far too gluttonous to tap out now. He manages to stay hard, and shove himself into you once more.

"Shit, Eds. I thought you were done." You gasp, still sparking from your previous orgasm. You've had no time to recover, and it won't take long to make you lose it again.

"Far from it, darling. I need you, to feel you soak my cock, to hear you scream my name. I'm not gonna stop until you beg me to." He almost growls, cursing at how sensitive he feels. He's never seriously tried to go another round so quickly, it typically doesn't work out. But this night, and the way you look in your sexy lingerie, it's taken him to an extremely intense place. You keep pulsating steadily around him, quickly adding on top of the existing pleasure still roiling inside you.

"Go ahead, love. Use me any way you like. Fuck me 'til I can't walk for a week." You whimper, feeling the waves crashing over you again. "Oh, god. I'm gonna cum again." You say as a warning, but it only makes Eddie work harder. He snaps his hips, hitting your g spot at an entirely new angle. "FUCK!" You scream, legs trembling once again. Your walls constrict like a snake, overstimulating his cock.

"Good girl." He huffs, still keeping up the punishing rhythm. You're moaning and whining helplessly as he extends your pleasure. You feel a rush of cum flow out of your pussy, dripping messily onto the bed and your thighs. "Such a dirty girl for me, making a mess all over the bed." He says, watching the erotic scene before him. He stares at his cock pounding into you, and your cum spilling everywhere. It's one of the most phenomenal things he's ever seen. You don't squirt often, but Eddie loves it when you do.

Your fists ball the sheets tightly, tears of overstimulation running down your face. It feels so good, and you don't wanna stop. "Make me do it again, Eddie. I'll be a good girl for you. I'll soak the entire bed if that's what you want." You offer, playing to his dark tendencies that you hold so dear.

"Don't mind if I do." He says through a groan. He starts rubbing your clit again, setting you off not a minute later.

"OH MY GOD!" You scream. You swear you're bursting into flames, everything feels so fucking amazing. You pulsate again, your legs jolting beyond your control, tugging on Eddie's dick. More cum gushes out of you, splashing onto his chest and stomach, and your back through his continued thrusts.

"Fuck, Y/N!" He moans, you're more tight and warm and wet than you've ever been before. The flood of fluids rushing over him makes his eyes roll back into his head. Eddie's still not quite reaching his third orgasm, but he knows he will if he can get just one more out of you. "I'm getting close again, baby. Just do one more for me. You feel so fuckin' good." He forces the words out, he's so close it almost hurts.

"Anything for you, love. Cum inside me, claim me as yours." You whine. Your muscles won't stop tensing and quaking, it's like you're not in control of your body anymore. All you know is overwhelming pleasure, waiting for the final explosion to detonate. Your ass stings from the constant, rough slapping of skin, which only increases from your mess covering everything. You're full-on crying at this point, unable to hold back as he builds you up one final time.

"Almost there, sweetheart. You can do it, you're such a good girl." Eddie encourages you. His own hips begin to stutter, he's seconds away from losing it. His brows knit, and his abdomen becomes tight. "FUCK!" He yells, bucking into you as his load spills into your cunt. The feeling of his release stickily coating your insides makes you cum one final time.

"Oh, god! Eddie! I'M GONNA-" You're cut off as the air completely empties from your lungs. Your vision blacks out, and for a moment you think you've died. It's like you've exploded into a million stars, white-hot and flying across the night sky. You can't comprehend a damn thing, all that exists is you and Eddie in this moment. The sheer amount of cum that explodes from you feels positively inhuman. It's like someone dumped a huge bucket of warm water all over you and Eddie. The sheer force of it pushes his dick out of you.

"Fuck, baby. Holy shit." He slips backwards on the mattress, left to witness what he can only assume is all the moisture in your body splashing onto the bed. He watches in complete shock, eyes wide and jaws sat open. You cum for a solid fifteen seconds, so hard it almost hurts. And by the end of it, you're more spent than you've ever been. You collapse onto the bed, gasping for air and sobbing. Eddie gets up to turn off the camera, there's no need to record you crying in the aftermath. He helps you sit up, but you feel dehydrated and dizzy. Your chest heaves and hiccups as you attempt to calm down. He keeps an arm around you, holding you close for comfort. "Are you alright, love?" Eddie asks, worried he's gone too far with you this time.

"Y-Yeah. I'm fine. It w-was amazing, Eds." You say through your sobs, giving him an exhausted smile. You take a deep breath, exhaling shakily. You do it a couple more times and it seems to soothe you enough to speak properly. "I love you so much, darling. Happy Valentine's day." You say sweetly, giving him a tender kiss.

"I love you too, sweetheart. You were unbelievable. I'll never forget this special night we shared." He replies, just as content as you. "How 'bout we take a shower, and get you some water? I'll have someone come in and change the sheets, and then we can watch the tape back if you want." Eddie suggests, helping you stand up.

"Sounds perfect, love." He leads you to the bathroom, assisting you in removing the soaked lingerie set and high heels. He slips on his robe for a moment, leaving the bedroom to summon someone to clean up the bed for you. He rejoins you, and you wash away all the mess of tonight's activities. You find the bed freshly made for you once you finish. Eddie grabs the camera from the tripod, and you both slip under the covers in the nude to relive the amazing sex you just had. You snuggle up real close, and Eddie rewinds the tape to start at the beginning.

Tonight couldn't have been more perfect. The shopping, the dinner, Eddie's gift, the sex tape, it's all been absolutely amazing. Sure, you're gonna be waddling around like a penguin for the next few days. But it's all worth it to know that Eddie loves you above all else. And you love him to the ends of the universe and back.

The end.

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I have spent today laying out Chapter 6, and now I'm working on Chapter 7. Here, have a Ch. 7 summary!

Chapter 7

Gabe Nelson is no longer a police officer. He knew the risks when he refused to let his boss arrest an innocent woman, and he chose honesty over the police force. But Tracey Rutledge did not murder Jonas Alderman, and she is not a drug addict, and now that the FBI knows that, Chief Perkins cannot touch her.

The problem is that Tracey, after discovering that the murder victim had been visiting Southern Illinois and begging Gabe not to pursue the investigation anymore, has just vanished. And Doctor Alderman's killer is still very much on the loose, in a murder case that just keeps getting stranger and stranger.

Now Gabe, FBI Agent Beth Larson, and Doctor Miles Pertwee have to figure out why Tracey was so terrified of Franklin County, and what could have made her disappear from a locked apartment.

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What You Cast Out: A Tale From Little Egypt (Novel Masterpost)

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How I would reboot MegaMan (Classic), MegaMan Zero, and MegaMan X pt. 4. Mega Man X Reboot X7-X9

Here is Part 4 ready for more? With Sigma gone for good in X8 Lumine and the Sigma Children will serve as the new main antagonist of the MegaMan X Series. [credits of MegaMan X9 go to @ultimatemaverickx-blog and ultimatemaverickx on Deviantart (https://www.deviantart.com/ultimatemaverickx)

MegaMan X7: Two Years after the events of the Nightmare Incident, Earth

 has recovered from the Earth Crisis. However, X steps back from the front lines of the Hunters, wishing to seek peaceful solutions to Mavericks aside from combat. To fill this power vacuum, an illegal syndicate called Red Alert starts hunting Mavericks too, led by the vigilante Red. After a certain job with his mysterious protégé, Axl, Red begins meeting with a shady individual called "the Professor." Soon after, Axl grows uncomfortable with Red Alert and leaves the group. Red Alert sends agents to bring him back, causing chaos in the city that attracts the attention of Zero. He works with Axl to stop the pursuers, then arrests him and brings him to Hunter Base. Red contacts the Hunters to demand Axl's return, initiating a duel between the organizations to determine his custody. X refuses to engage in the violence, but Axl jumps at the chance to work with the Maverick Hunters, so Zero lets him tag along. As they fight the eight leaders of Red Alert, Axl reveals to Zero that he left the group because they suddenly started targeting innocent Reploids for DNA, and Axl felt his copy ability was being misused. As the fight rages on, X realizes he is needed on the front lines and comes out of retirement. X, Zero, and Axl infiltrate Red Alert's Crimson Palace and defeat Red, who resigns himself to perish in a self-destruct. This leads the Hunters to discover that Sigma was manipulating Red Alert as "the Professor" to use Axl's DNA abilities. The three defeat him, and Axl deals the final blow. Afterwards, X is still reluctant to make Axl an official Maverick Hunter, forcing him to prove himself first. Meanwhile, Zero has a nightmare of X, or a similar individual, on a murderous rampage.

MegaMan X8: One year after MegaMan X7, The humans start the Jakob Project, building an orbital elevator to colonize the moon and escape the Maverick Wars. To help, a new generation of Reploid comes into production, each with a copy chip that gives them complete control over their own DNA (it is revealed Axl was a prototype of these Reploids), granting total immunity to the Sigma Virus. X witnesses an accident at the Jakob Elevator, and is shocked to see the new generation workers copy Sigma's body to survive. Lumine, director of the Jakob Project, assures him there is no risk of them going Maverick. X, Zero, and Axl are on a mission near the Jakob Elevator when they run into Vile V, who has kidnapped Lumine. This event marks a worldwide rebellion amongst the new generation Reploids. Two new navigators, Layer and Pallette, are brought on to assist against the rebellion. As the Maverick Hunters fight, Alia hypothesizes that the new generation Reploids are being influenced by the Sigma DNA in their copy chips. Upon defeating all eight Mavericks, Sigma himself contacts the Hunters to challenge them in Jakob. The three Hunters traverse Jakob, facing Sigma in the space station Gateway. However, defeating him reveals it is merely a new generation Reploid copying him. On the moon, they destroy Vile V and find the real Sigma, who he claims that the new generation Reploids are loyal to him like children. The Hunters destroy Sigma. However, Lumine reveals that the new generation Reploids merely took advantage of Sigma's leadership to advance their own supremacy, becoming his Maverick army of their own free will. He declares that X, Zero, and Axl are obsolete and must be destroyed, but they defeat him. As he dies, a tentacle lashes out of his chest and strikes Axl in the forehead, planting a small object in his helmet. X and Zero destroy Lumine's body, then return to the Earth with Axl's unconscious body.

MegaMan X9: One Month after the events of MegaMan X8, X and Zero reported the incident of Lumine and the new generation reploids going Maverick to the high authority. This cause production of the new generation reploids bearing copy chips of old reploids DNA to be halted. However the incicent was kept classified so it won't spread fear to humans. Axl, having no signs of recovery was admitted on the New generation reploids research facility to be investigated. Dr. Craig Sid is the main scientist to lead the investigation on Axl's current state. He introduces himself to X and Zero as the new reploid to act as the director of the Jakob elevator. Humans growing more weary of the Mavericks, they have created a settlement from different places on earth. However, new mavericks causes havoc on the human settlements. Showing sympathy over the humans affected by the attacks, Dr. Sid provided a settlement meant only for humans for their peace and security. It was dubbed "The Sanctuary", it's a place near the Jakob Elevator. However,the humans didn't know that someone is wickedly plotting to destroy the Elevator and crash it down on the sanctuary. But that motive is just part of the plan. Just as X and Zero heard that, they look suspiciously to Dr. Sid. However, Dr. Sid says that he felt regret that the New generation reploids have gone maverick. He knows Lumine very well but had arguments before he goes maverick. He already had a hint that he is going maverick but was unable to stop him. He assures X and Zero that he will try his best to investigate what had happen to their comrade Axl.  When X is about to speak to Dr. Sid, X receives a transmission from Alia. A berserk mechaniloid is rampaging near the Jakob elevator. X and Zero rushed to the scene. As they have defeated the Mechaniloid, X and Zero see a city near the place. They check it out but no one was inside although it seems not abandoned because it is obviously newly built. They find it peculiar. They look up and saw a post entitling the “The Sanctuary”. X and Zero heads back to the headquarters. They discuss to their colleagues about the vacant city they saw near the recent mission. Unfortunately, when Alia researches about it, there is no information available yet. It is possibly because it was a newly built structure. Then, they mention Dr. Craig Sid as the main scientist to investigate Axl and the new director in charge of the elevator. They get suspicious if they could trust him because he is one of the reploids who proposes that new generation reploids should bear copy chips containing old generation reploids DNA. Although it could be possible he did not know that adding Sigma’s data on copy chips would cause them to go maverick. Suddenly, the navigators got a transmission!8 new mavericks are detected from various locations. The mavericks are an old generation reploids causing havoc near the human settlements.

(After the defeat of 1st Maverick)Dr. Craig Sid makes a worldwide announcement to the humans affected on the present maverick attacks. He expresses sympathy over the humans harmed by the Old generation Reploid mavericks. Showing a kind heart, he offers a newly built human settlement near the Jakob elevator. The settlement will only be for humans to secure them from another maverick attacks. He welcomes any humans who wanted to reside to that place. It was dubbed by Dr. Craig Sid, “The Sanctuary”. Humans are pleased with the announcement. Many humans immediately go to the sanctuary Dr. Sid proposes but some stayed to their places because they don’t trust the reploids anymore. Hearing this, Dr. Sid gained the trust of X and Zero. The hunters realizes that it was Dr. Sid who created the Sanctuary. (After the defeat of 2nd Maverick) The Headquarters receives a transmission for X and Zero from Dr. Sid. He had uncovered the cause of comatose of Axl.  It was a parasite implanted by Lumine.  In that case, the parasite wants to gain control over its host Axl. Luckily, the parasite can fully gain control of Axl by 2 months. Good thing the hunters brought Axl to them earlier or else they might lose him. Dr. Sid assures X and Zero that he will provide immediate medication to exterminate the parasite that would dominate his body. X and Zero along with their comrades were shocked on Axl’s state. They converse that it is possibly a new type of virus functioning like a parasite. However X and Zero can’t go to the research facility to check on Axl due to their mission to destroy present Mavericks.  (After the defeat of 3rd Maverick), Many Humans gathers on “The Sanctuary” Dr. Sid proposes. They were joyful of the accommodation they have received. Dr. Sid welcomes them to The Sanctuary as an eternal human settlement for peace. The Sanctuary is a well-structured place as if it is a paradise meant for humans. It is well abundant with resources necessary for living. It has many housing structure to accommodate more humans. It was like a prosperous city.  Dr. Sid had exceeded the humans expectations about the settlement.  The place is near the Jakob Elevator and the Elevator is a beautiful sight to humans. They’re amazed how New Generation reploids created a structure reaching space. Because of the Sanctuary Dr. Sid provided, humans is starting to like the new generation reploids. (After the defeat 4th Maverick), On Alia’s analysis, she finds it odd that the maverick signs only involve Old generation reploids. So far the information they have gathered was that the mavericks only wanted to attack the humans settlements. Probably to drove them away. She wonders if those mavericks have a leader. Attacks are seemed to be planned. On Layers analysis, she acquires information about Dr. Craig Sid. On the data, Dr. Sid is a colleague of Lumine. Lumine does have a copy chip but without Old generation reploids DNA. Lumine mentions to Dr. Sid about his plan to create a structure reaching space, the Jakob Elevator for space development.  In order for plans to have higher success rate, Dr. Sid proposes to Lumine that his copy chip should contain old generation reploids DNA as well as the new generation reploids that is involve on developing the project. Because of the copy chips with Old generation reploids DNA, the new generation reploids with the direction of Lumine was able to create the Jakob Elevator easily by copying necessary form to create the elevator. But somehow, Dr. Sid notices that Lumine is acting strange ever since he applied old generation reploids DNA to his copy chip. There’s one time Lumine talks about the new world and asked Dr. Sid to join him. However, Sid declines without a reason.

 (After the defeat of 5th Maverick) Headquarters receives another transmission especially for X and Zero. It is an update about Axl’s current state. Dr. Sid informs them about a bizarre case on Axl’s condition. He shows pictures of physical changes on Axl, mainly his armor color. There are white spots appearing from the different parts of his body. Dr. Sid explains that it was the parasite's effect on Axl’s body. Fortunately, Dr. Craig Sid have made a special medication process so that he could get rid of the parasite from his body. He is placed on a Capsule especially made for removing the parasite on Axl’s body.  (After the defeat of 6th Maverick) X and Zero notices that there’s an instance that the Mavericks don’t seem to be aware of what they’re doing. Somehow, they thought they are just being manipulated and was ordered to attack humans. Especially all of the present Mavericks causes havoc only on human settlements. They had a bad feeling about it. Few days later after the 8 maverick detection. More Humans have gathered at the sanctuary because it is well spread to humans worldwide as new human utopia for everlasting peace and security. The Sanctuary’s population has reached an estimate of 200,000 people and still growing. (After the defeat 7th Maverick) The Scientists involved on the medication of Axl were terribly shocked that Axl’s body fully changes its color. It mostly turned white and his hair changes color into purple. The scientist realizes that the capsule he was placed for is to speed up the parasites growing progress. They all realize that Dr. Craig Sid was not planning to exterminate the parasite but to help it overcome its host. When Dr. Craig Sid realizes that the scientists he worked with notice his ulterior action. He walked into the capsule with the attention of everyone in the facility. Dr. Sid picks up Axl on the capsule, carries him and pointed his fist to a scientist.  His arm changes into a buster and massacred everyone on the facility. Dr. Sid leaves the facility to the place unknown. (After the defeat the 8th Maverick) Surprisingly, a Maverick they have defeated has gone through the Headquarters. Having a destroyed body, the Maverick still manages to get into the headquarters functioning. X and Zero head to the Maverick reploid. Strangely, the Maverick talks to them as if he isn’t Maverick anymore. He says he wanted to say something very important to them but the Maverick suddenly collapses. X and Zero take him to the headquarters under custody. They believe what he’ll be saying might be important. Alia receive another Maverick signal. It is on the Jakob Elevator. X and Zero rushes to the scene. X and Zero got to the Jakob elevator.  Suddenly, the elevator automatically functions and goes up. A guarder showed up and transforms into Sigma and instantaneously attacks them without warning. When the Maverick they got into custody gains consciousness. He shouted to everyone that “HE IS THE MAVERICK, NOT US! HE IS THE MAVERICK, NOT US! “ . The headquarters guards goes to the maverick to calm him but Signas stops them to let him speak first. The Maverick says “he turns us to be a Maverick to attack the human settlement so that they would go to the place he reserved for them.”  THE SANCTUARY!  IT IS THE HUMAN’S DOOM! IT IS THEIR GRAVEYARD! He is planning to destroy the Jakob elevator and crash it to the settlement!

Just as the reploid reveals that Craig Sid is wickedly plotting something against the humans. Alia said to X that Craig Sid is planning to destroy the Elevator and crash it to the Sanctuary. X and Zero were surprised and think it is unbelievable. They have detected no signs of explosives. Right now, they are battling with a guard who transfroms into a Copy of Sigma. Getting uneasy, Signas orders them to stop Sid’s plans of destroying the elevator. When X and Zero had defeated Copy Sigma. He laughs sinisterly and says “it is all according to plan”. Sigma seems to be expanding as if he is going to explode. X and Zero realized that he was going to self-destruct. They fled to the place but unfortunately the explosion was very strong and it dealt a very great damage.  The humans on the sanctuary heard of this explosion and saw a part of the Jakob Elevator high up in the sky explode. X and Zero lose consciousness due to the explosion. They were badly damaged. X gains his consciousness. They find themselves falling. Seeing Zero is still unconscious, X tries to reach and save Zero at all cost. He manages to save Zero but it costs him everything. X had managed to decrease damage from the fall but still, X lay down severely damage. Because of X, Zero didn’t receive great damage from the fall. A moment later, Zero wakes up and sees X lying unconsciously. Zero asks Alia to transfer them to the base but Alia can’t be reached. The signal is jammed. Zero just carries X to the Base. As they get away, Zero hears a very loud cracking sound. The Jakob Elevator is about to collapse. When the Humans from the Sanctuary notices it they panic and run for their lives but for just a few moments, Big fragmented structures of Jakob elevator crashes to The Sanctuary!  Almost all humans died instantly… Very few have survived… This incident was dubbed “The Jakobs Incident”. Signas sent a few personnel to go to the New generation research facility to arrest Sid and get Axl. When the personnel got to the place. They were all hysterical because all they see was a worn out facility filled with massacred reploids.  Axl is nowhere to be found. It is evident that Sid had taken Axl with him.

Zero arrives with X in the entrance of the headquarters. Just as they are about to enter the Headquarters. A group of humans arrests X and Zero claiming it is because of the casualties they have caused in the Jakob’s incident. However, Zero does not surrender. Because Zero resists taking them into custody, humans forcefully capture them. Zero is also badly damaged from the explosion, he hasn't managed to fight and defend for themselves, especially the humans who arrest them. Because they were badly damaged, they were easily knocked unconscious with an electric shock. They were taken to a place where the survivors of the Jakob’s incident stayed. They were handcuffed and put on a stage in front of the humans who survived. X gains consciousness and sees humans looking at them with contempt. Sid suddenly appears before them and says to everyone.  “It is very unfortunate that such a grave incident has happened. Do you know who these two reploids are! They were the reploids who caused this incident to happen.” They were the reploids responsible for the destruction of the Jakob elevator and the destruction of The Sanctuary! These Old Generation Reploids! The humans gets very furious!  without much explanation, they shouted, MAVERICK! MAVERICK! MAVERICK! X is terribly shocked from what he is hearing. He is unable to speak and defend for themselves. What are we supposed to do with these Mavericks!? Sid said. EXTERMINATE THEM! EXTERMINATE THEM! The humans replied. Sid walks slowly to X and points his arm buster on X’s head. X is in a state of shock as he realizes that Sid is the enemy. Few seconds later…*BUSTER SHOT SOUND* When Sid was about to shoot X, a loud buster sound struck everyone. Signas shoot Sid with a buster rifle! Humans panic. The three navigators take advantage of it and retrieve X and Zero. However Sid didn’t die and managed to escape. X and Zero were brought to the headquarters and got repairs from Douglas. A day later, X and Zero were in full recovery. Signas tells to them that Sid is the mastermind behind the maverick attacks and the Jakob’s incident. Sid had taken Axl for his other antic. The record they got from the destroyed facility tells that Sid is trying to speed up the parasites progress to overcome its host. The hunters are tracing where Sid took Axl.X and Zero found Sid’s hideout. It was the basement of the Jakob Elevator! They were able to know the location by extracting the former maverick’s data.

As they go deeper into the Jakob’s basement, they meet Dr. Craig Sid. He reveals to X and Zero about his ulterior motive.When I first heard of Axl being damaged by Lumine, I immediately sign up as the main researcher on the case of Axl. I want to gain your trust by offering the sanctuary as a human settlement and acting as if I was trying to heal Axl.  All of the things that happen are according to my plan. I wanted the humans to be obliterated by crashing the elevator on the sanctuary. It’s actually my main goal but then when I found out about your comrades condition. I have another goal. Unfortunately, not all of my plans were a success. I was not able to exterminate both of you. But now I have the chance to destroy both of you and then resurrect him, and the key to resurrecting him is through your comrade Axl. Sid said. You! MAVERICK! X said. Hmph! Maverick!? Does that label apply to me? Watch your words, Hunters Agency. You are speaking to your gods. Sid said. Gods? Creator? Could it be possible you are a human!? Zero said. Sid did not reply. He calls Axl to show himself to them. X and Zero were struck because Axl’s color changes into something like Lumine’s. His eyes dull and his disposition like a puppet. What have you done to him! X said. As I have mentioned, Lumine implanted in him a parasite necessary to overcome its host. I am just speeding up the process. I have no intention to exterminate the parasite on his body. After all, Lumine is one of my colleagues. It is only right to help an ally. Sid said. Sid laughs sinisterly. Axl, get rid of these two! It’s necessary for these Old generation reploids to join the scrap heap when I create the new world! They were the greatest hindrance of my plan. Sid said. No! X said. It’s no use! Axl has been manipulated. Zero said. Axl follow Sids orders and points his gun on them. X and Zero engage Axl in combat.

( After the defeat Axl.) Axl seems like he is resisting the parasite. However, the parasite grows even stronger due to the possibility that his body gets weak in battle. Surprisingly, He transforms and turns into Axl-Lumine. Lumine!? X said. Axl-Lumine laughs. I finally have overtaken this body. I see you’ve been a great help to me Sid. I owe you one. Axl-Lumine said. Sid just grins…After the had defeated me on the moon’s palace. I have provided necessary actions to revive myself through the prototype. Luckily before I malfunctioned, I implanted a parasite to Axl’s body. In this case, in a course of time, I can be able to manipulate and use his body. That parasite can only be effective on new generation reploids, those who possess copy chips. Now I have finally overtaken this body, I can freely move and think consciously as if reborn again. Now! It’s time to do what I should have done before. To exterminate both of you!  Axl-Lumine said.

(After the defeat of Axl-Lumine.) Axl-Lumine drops on his knees. This isn’t happening again! Lumine Said. Sid laughs! It is all going according to plan! Sid Said! What!? Lumine said! You were the one responsible for her loss. Don’t blame me for applying old generation reploids DNA to your copy chip. I am certain New generation reploids can’t go maverick, but unfortunately you became because you chose to be. I refuse to join to your new world. Even though you have same ideals, I rather choose him to be the ruler of our new world. A world only for new generation reploids… That is why I am resurrecting him. As you can see, my plan is to let you battle against the Hunters. Once you have dominated his body, I want you to get weak. In this case, He will finally be resurrected! You knew well that the new generation reploids copy chips bears data of the old generation reploids. Have you ever thought Axl is a prototype and he isn’t immune to viruses unlike the new generation reploids? You are using his body! That just means that you don’t have total immunity to viruses. You are the stepping stone for my plans to succeed. Especially if you chose to be a Maverick, the maverick data embedded on the copy chips gets active. I can feel it! The Maverick virus easily dominates your body! The data embedded on the new generation reploids copy chips! The data of Lumine! Sid  said. X and Zero just watch the scene in shock. Lumine looks at Sid with contempt as he is feeling the virus in him. The maverick virus had overcome his body causing him to transform into Lumine! Hehehehe! Hahahaha! At last I’ve been resurrected again! You’re such a brilliant scientist Dr. Sid! Even though this is not my actual body, my consciousness is still intact! It’s still exactly ME! Lumine! Hahahahaha! Hahahahah! Lumine said. Sid felt proud as his plan of resurrecting Lumine was successful. Axl… It can’t be! X said. No, he isn’t Axl anymore but we can still bring him back. If only we could remove Lumine’s data out of him. Zero said. Stay away from here Dr. Sid. I’m going all out. Lumine said. Dr. Sid goes away. Hahaha! X and Zero. It’s you and me again! It will be my ultimate joy to see you lifeless! Bring it on! Lumine said.

(After they've defeated Lumine)

X! Don’t shoot! If you do, your comrade will die! Lumine said. X is hesitant to shoot him but Zero walks to Lumine preparing to strike. He stops in front of the defeated Lumine and anticipates to slash him. Lumine got hysterical as Zero doesn’t show any sign of hesitation when he is about to strike. Lumine goes off to Axl’s body in a form of a virus.  Just as Zero is about to strike, he closes his saber beam to prevent Axl being hurt. Axl turns to his normal appearance at last but lays down seriously damaged. Dr. Sid was aware of the situation. He asks Lumine to use the body he had reserved for him in case he loses. It was a gigantic version of Lumine’s body. Magnificent! Dr. Sid! I can finish these two once and for all! Lumine said. Lumine gained control of the unfinished body reserved for him. Zero moves Axl away from them so he won’t be affected on the battle. Dr. Sid is aware of the brute force it possesses. He leaves the place immediately and has no more idea of what could happen. We have finally retrieve Axl! Now I’m going to fight you without hesitation! Lumine! X said! Hmph… Just like me before! Using me for your antics! You’re going to pay for what you did to him. Zero said! X points his buster on the gigantic Lumine arising from the ground! X and Zero don’t seem to be intimidated. They stand tall as they see the daunting gigantic form of Lumine!

(FINAL BATTLE)(After the defeat Lumine 2nd from) Hehehe, even if I’m using an advanced body far better than you possess. I still can’t defeat both of you. But someday! Someday! I will see you doomed with my own hands! Even if I die here! I will still live inside the new generation reploids! My legacy continues in them along with Sigma’s will! HAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAH! Lumine said as he is about to explode. X along with Zero carrying Axl rushes to get to the ground. The explosion of Lumine causes the foundation of Jakob’s basement to get weak.  As they get to the ground, the Jakob’s basement crashed. 

Three days later, Dr. Sid is in his new base along with the new generation reploids. He is in his personal room when suddenly, Lumine enters the room. Dr. Sid was overjoyed because he thought that X and Zero had defeated him. Hehehe, I have to get rid of those two Hunters from that Agency! Lumine said. Lumine! It’s a pleasure to see you! I thought you lost to them! Sid said. Because of your capabilities you have created magnificent battle armor. Although it was destroyed from the crash of Jakob’s basement, I managed to survive by using the prototype’s body of Axl. Hehehe! Lumine said. My pleasure! Sid said. So, May I hear the plans and the process you did in order for your plans to be successful. It will be my joy to hear how a genius like you had achieved your motives. Lumine said. My only motive is to annihilate humans who live in the sanctuary but when I realize about the parasite on the prototype, resurrecting you becomes one of my goals as well. When I heard that the prototype was damaged by you, Lumine. I immediately responded to investigate it. As one of the reploids who proposes that copy chips should bear the old generation reploids DNA, I suspect that the maverick hunters won’t trust me so I have to gain it first. I acted as a scientist trying to exterminate the parasite that Lumine implanted to their comrade Axl. But in actuality, I am helping the parasite to overcome his body. I made new generation reploids turn into maverick with Sigma DNA  to cause riots in human settlements. Then, I provided the Sanctuary I built before and offered it to humans affected by the recent maverick attacks.  For this reason, the hunter would think I’m a good guy! Since humans are part of the old generation. I have decided their fate is annihilation. How? by destroying and crashing the Jakob elevator to the sanctuary. Humans have no place to our new world and besides I have a personal grudge against them! But of course I have set it up that the cause of the Jakob project’s destruction is the battle between the Copy of Sigma and the hunters. Humans would absolutely judge the two hunters as Mavericks because of the hate filled in their heart. I can see that X is deeply shocked hearing himself labeled as a maverick in front of the mob. This is how I wanted to get rid of these two. By letting the humans judge them as mavericks and provoking them to exterminate those two. Unfortunately those filthy hunter’s comrades foiled my plan. One even shot me. But of course, I won’t die easily. I suppose the only thing I should focus on is to resurrect you and it was a success.  Impressive Sid! Now if you excuse me, I have something to do. Lumine Said! As you wish. Sid said. Lumine goes out from Sid’s base and transforms into Axl, holding a small video recorder in his hands. Not any longer did the headquarters acquire the recorded footage. Signas makes it worldwide news showing the recorded footage to humans and reploids. Humans get very furious that the real enemy was actually Sid whom they thought was a hero. When Dr. Sid sees this, he gets extremely angry. He realizes that it wasn’t Lumine he was talking to a moment ago but the Prototype Axl.

As X and Zero watches the recorded footage they realize that it was Axl’s doing. X and Zero rushed to the Main HQ room where Axl was. As they enter the room. They saw Axl standing along with Signas, Douglas and the navigators. Axl looked to X and Zero. I heard everything from Signas and everyone. In return for saving me, I think it’s my job to clean your reputations! And… uhm…Signas taps Axl’s back. Don’t be shy. Thank you for everything! Without the two of you, I might be gone! Axl said. X and Zero smiles as they see their friend Axl in full recovery! Because of the recorded footage. The survivors of the Jakob incident have justified that X and Zero were innocent and not a maverick. The real maverick was Dr. Craig Sid. Because of the Jakob incident, Humans gets more certain that they shouldn’t trust the reploids anymore. Humans demand the arrest of Sid. He was marked as a great threat to humans and reploids. The battle of old generation reploids and the new generation reploids with Sigma’s DNA had begun.

That MegaMan X Reboot MegaMan X7-X9. Next will be the series I am writing and developing MegaMan X: Code Genesis and a story based on JKB Games MegaMan X: Corrupted

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[sapphixxx]

honestly? I think if I dedicated to spend more time consistently playing Strive, I could be a pretty competitive level of Axl player. As often as I complain about how wack his risk/reward ratio is and how hard it is to do significant damage, he is truly amazing in how specialized he is at punishing poor play. Every one of his moves punishes a specific type of mistake, and what can make him hard to lock down wins with is that you equally cannot make those errors of judgment yourself upon pain of death. Aerial Snail and his dreaded jump slash are a perfect example, because both have HUGE dead zones. If you try to air to air or hit a close opponent with jump slash you ARE going to whiff. That's not what that's for. You can use jump kick, dust, or punch for that. It's a mistake and you will feel that mistake. It's frustrating to lose because it can feel like you get steamrolled after picking the wrong button one time. But learning that judgment and learning how to exploit every opponent's quirks and habits with the precise tool that's called for is SO SATISFYING. He doesn't have crazy high damage mixups and combos because you don't need those. If he had them he'd be completely busted. You don't need to worry about high level execution, you only need to get better at looking at and understanding the opponent. And seeing the fear when a Sol or Johnny or Nago player realizes their fulscreen to corner pummeling act didn't work this time, or the time after, and isn't gonna land again? Seeing them blow their meter or fill up their blood gauge or run out of cards? That feels really, really good. Literally Neo Matrix flawlessly parrying one thousand hits after getting bodied by Agent Smith moments prior type feeling.

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National Oklahoma City Bombing Commemoration Day 

National Oklahoma City Bombing Commemoration Day is celebrated on April 19 annually. This day aims at honoring the deceased, injured, and volunteers when the devastating event occurred. Two anti-government extremists — Timothy McVeigh and Terry Nichols perpetrated the terrorist attack. They did this with white supremacists and right-wing terrorist sympathies. The bombing happened at 9:02 a.m. at the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, and killed at least 168 people, injured more than 680 others, and destroyed more than one-third of the building.

History of National Oklahoma City Bombing Commemoration Day

Timothy McVeigh, an ex-Army soldier and security guard, parked a rented Ryder truck in front of the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building in downtown Oklahoma City on April 19, 1995. He decided to commit mass murder there. The bomb was a powerful one. It consisted of a deadly cocktail of agricultural fertilizer, diesel fuel, and other chemicals. McVeigh got out of the rented car with the bomb inside, locked the door, and headed towards his getaway car. He ignited one timed fuse, then another. At 9:02 a.m., the bomb exploded.

A third of the building had been reduced to rubble in just a few seconds, with many floors flattened. The surrounding area looked devastated. More than 300 nearby buildings were damaged or destroyed; dozens of cars were incinerated. The consequences to human beings were still more devastating: 168 souls were lost, including 19 children, with several hundred more injured.

It was the worst act of terrorism in United States history. The F.B.I. quickly arrived at the scene to support rescue efforts and investigate the facts. There were clues in the area they found. On April 20, thanks to the rear axle of the Ryder truck, the vehicle identification number was traced to a body shop in Junction City, Kansas. Employees helped the F.B.I. quickly compose a composite drawing of the man who had rented the van. F.B.I. agents started to show the sketch around town, and local hotel employees supplied a name: Tim McVeigh.

National Oklahoma City Bombing Commemoration Day timeline

1995The Bombing Occurs

On April 19, 1995, the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building in downtown Oklahoma City is destroyed by a terrorist attack.

1997Terrorists are Tried

The bombers are tried and convicted.

2001McVeigh is Executed

McVeigh is sentenced to death, and executed by lethal injection.

2003Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building is Replaced

The Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building is replaced with a 185,000-square-foot building.

National Oklahoma City Bombing Commemoration Day FAQs

What components' symbols are used in the Oklahoma City Memorial?

There are nine rows, each representing a floor of the federal building where the field is now located. Each chair has the name of someone killed, and smaller chairs stand for the children.

How old was Timothy McVeigh when he was executed?

He was 33 years old.

Why is it difficult for the United Nations to draft a definition of terrorism?

Mainly because the characteristics of terrorism are hard to define. Many member countries harbor terrorists.

How to Observe National Oklahoma City Bombing Commemoration Day

168 seconds of silence

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168 people died in the bombings. The nation joins 168 seconds of silence to honor those people.

Learn about terrorist attacks and bombings. Learn how Oklahoma City recovered from this devastating event.

Write a post on social media to raise awareness about this commemoration day. Do not forget to use the hashtag #OklahomaCityBombingCommemorationDay.

5 Terrorist Attacks In History

AMIA bombing

U.S. Embassy Bombings

September 11 attacks

Christmas massacres

7/7 bombings

It occurred in 1994 in Buenos Aires, Argentina.

It occurred in 1998 in Kenya and Tanzania.

It occurred in 2001 in New York, United States.

It occurred in 2008 in the Democratic Republic of Congo.

These occurred in London, killing 56.

Why National Oklahoma City Bombing Commemoration Day is Important

It is a day to remember

It is a day to raise awareness

It is an opportunity to address threats of violence

This day is perfect for remembering those who died not only in the Oklahoma Bombing but also in any other terrorist attacks. Many people die in this type of attack.

This day is also helpful in raising awareness about the problem of terrorism. Security issues affect almost all countries.

Awareness is crucial to disrupting terrorist plots to avoid future attacks. Governments should be committed to holding accountable those who perpetrate such attacks.

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[priwenshallprevail]

Continued from : ❛ today isn’ yer day, is it? ❜ @thejadedking

Sure, he was suspicious of the other male. He had to be. An outsider intrusively curious of their operations often concurred imminent disaster ; for either Priwen, or the stranger. Repetitive throughout history. Indoctrinated to memory. He hadn't much patience for the latter, even lesser care if he were truly being honest. Never could there be a middle ground -- Priwen held the better half of the Irishman. He was more than willing to let the stranger perish before ever allowing one of his men come to harm at his expense. Nor had the hunter been all that accommodating, or scarce for that matter , when reminding the darker haired male exactly that. Accentuating the goal of keeping them alive, or having them stay dead.

He caught glimpse of the fleeing creature in question, appointed by the other man's veering gaze. Or had the beast been baiting them ? Tiers pressed taught whilst he canted his head momentarily adrift such rumination, descending his gaze back onto the compound crossbow he was currently lacing to his arm by means of thick leather straps. His thoughts muddled from an intuitive spike that something wasn't right. Or was he simply buying into paranoia ? His countenance mirrored that contemplative spur. Bracing himself up against a crumbling lantern pole. Deserted by repair. When the American faced him, sapphires ascended to meet his gaze directly accost to a piercing residual.

Breaking the silent induced stare with , " all ta same tu me. Devils preyin' over ta ignorant, weak and feeble folk. We are but shepherds of fire t'at will eventually cleanse t'em all. Let t'em run, " scoffing along a confident promise that teetered upon arrogance.

" -- all ta more t'rillin' if t'ey provide chase. " An odd amusement trifled undertow of his explanation just then. " Yer beginnin' tu sound like an agent of ta Brotherhood. " Despite his amusement, there had been lesser thrill accountable concerning his stab toward the Brotherhood of Saint Paul's Stole. He on the other hand, certainly didn't seem too concerned about their rooftop sprinter. " T'ey all can run, but never succeed in hidin' from ta Guard for long. " He insinuated toward why he hadn't acted right then on springing onto their Ekon. To initiate the hunt they came there for. Pride easily settled into that statement however.

No sooner did headlights blare out from the distance. A smear of light which illuminated in rippled rays . Rumbling notes of an engine hot and accelerating towards them. Fumes of dirty exhaust carried with the visible presence of the truck pulling into their side street and banking onto a curb a mere fifteen feet from the two men. When the cargo truck settled with axle strain. The engine died, but the lights remained. The driver flung the door wide, hopping from the elevated height of the vehicle. Armed to the teeth, with more items being drug out from the cabin side. Two other militants emerged from the back end of the operation.

" Look , " he tarried with a heavy breath expressed through nostrils upon arrival of the cavalry. Straightening to stand. One violently exaggerated tug to each binding now finalized in securing the weapon in place." I don't trust ye, surely ye got ta memo. So it honestly shouldn' be any surprise tu ye t'at we won't be ta only date night duo tu grace t'ese streets, " it broke laconic, heralding truth but dripping with sarcasm. Corrupting a gaze that sought the stranger over with bitter scrutiny when concerning the extra company.

" Where did'ye say ye were from again ? " He pitched , nearly cutting the American's attempt on flattery off within idling the air rich into his dubiety. If not hopeful on the other slipping up at some account. " Not where ye stayin' now, lad , but yer place of birth ? Can't help but note different dialects peppered inte yer yank of an accent. "

#III Main｣ ☨ 𝑊𝘩𝛼𝜏 -- 𝜄𝑠 𝜏𝘩𝜄𝑠 𝑅𝓊𝓈𝑒 ? #Sub-Verse : The Wolf in Sheep's clothing #-- aaaaaah ! did not mean for it to go this long. Hope this is alright ??? #Promise other replies will not be this long. #; Get carried away sometimes with the initial stage setting #thejadedking

[bodydoublegame]

What do the ROs look like?

AGENT BECK Real Name: [CONFIDENTIAL] Physical Description: They have amber-brown skin, brown eyes, and snow-white hair. f!Beck's hair falls down her back, but it's usually in a sleek ponytail that falls over her shoulder. m!Beck is cut short at the front but curls longer at the neck. They usually wear the standard Cypress-issued uniform: a matte black armored suit. While their hair is white, their brows are black, suggesting they dye their hair. They're 6'0. Mixed Race. 30 years old. Personality: Beck can be described as cool, calm, and collected and has been honed under years of training that makes them skilled, mildly approachable, and fairly level-headed. With that said, they have a tendency to get irritated easily.

CAI [CYPRESS AI] Physical Description: They have honey-brown skin and gray eyes. For m!CAI, severely cut black hair in an undercut and nb!CAI and f!CAI's hair is cut into an equally severe and blunted length that stops right below the chin. They usually wear the standard Cypress-issued uniform for all AI models, which is a straight, high-neck black button-down shirt and pants with a single color strip on the lapels denoting their position. 5'8. Modeled to look 29 years old and mixed race. Personality: CAI is whatever they are set to be, but this Cai is blunt, honest, fairly emotionless, and one-track-minded due to being modeled to be a field agent. Most AIs who break out of their intended programming are quickly discarded and replaced. CAI would prefer to avoid that.

HAWKE Real name: [CONFIDENTIAL] Physical Description: He has olive skin, brown eyes, and his head is buzzed. He is dressed in armor, half of his body enhanced with Cypress-issued assets. A series of lines cross the side of Hawke's face, leading to his left eye where a digital enhancement chip is. He uses an exoskeleton and his suit colors are silver and matte black. 6'5. Asian, specifically South Asian. 36 years old. Personality: Despite his menacing reputation and the fact that he's a mercenary, Hawke is fairly lighthearted...when he's not on the job. Comedic, sarcastic, and arrogant, Hawke is not taken very seriously off the clock. It's a far cry from what people expect from him.

SOLANA Real Name: [UNKNOWN] Physical Description: Solana has dark brown skin and brown eyes, a lavender bob that stops midway at her cheeks, the ends swept up in what present times would call a French cut. She can be seen in clothes considered simple for the standards of their city: a pantsuit, though it does come with its own enhancements. She also has the enhancement microchip implanted, though not Cypress-issued. 5'5. Black. 26 years old. Personality: Solana is a charmer, a smooth talker, and an extrovert. She knows how to work a crowd and knows how to get people to fall for her suave words. With her personality, Solana has managed to build an empire, and she has no intention of losing it.

AXL CROWE Physical Description: Axl has pale skin and light brown hair, their eyes a startling and unnatural shade of blue. Axl keeps their hair short and shaggy, one side of their hair tucked behind their ear and clipped to their head. No matter what Axl may be dressed in, they always wear white from top to bottom. Their family's color of choice. 5'0. White. 25 years old. Personality: Axl is angry, grieving, and quick to anger. It seems like their fuse is always getting set off. They're emotional, untrusting, and prefer to isolate themselves. They tend to be a bit prissy and naive due to growing up in excessive wealth and comfort.

MAV REEDS Physical Description: Mav has light brown skin and shaggy black hair, cut unevenly in what resembles a wolf cut. Sporting perpetual dark circles from endless night shifts around their brown eyes, Mav is either scene wearing the fugly IT uniform or a sweater and jeans. They don't have much money for all the fancy things Cypress has to offer...5'11. Mixed Race. 28 years old. Personality: Mav cares less about working and more about gaming, and they're usually always up to tag along with MC's shenanigans. Though they're friendly and approachable, Mav is tired so often that they appear sluggish and exist with a perpetually weary demeanor.

Skintones of the ROs from left to right!

Beck - CAI - Axl

Solana - Mav - Hawke

Mav and Cai are similar, though Cai is a shade darker! (Failed to find a chart that picked up on that but yeah lol)

#inbox #RO descriptions #using ths ask to describe them lol #MC is 28 btw !

[butler-on-beale-street]

Code Name Memphis |Bond!Austin Butler| Prologue 

Warnings: Descriptions of dangerous situations, gun violence, foul language, sexiness (beware).

Word Count: 600

A/N: I've wanted to do a James Bond AU for a long time now, and Austin seemed to be the perfect fit. Hold on to your britches. We shall see where this goes.

"Cut to the left!" the voice commanded in his earpiece as Austin sped down a ragged and dangerous cliff-side road. It was cut into the rockface of a mountain, almost a thousand feet into the sky. If he had had time to take in the view, he would have been astonished at the picture below him. Nestled within the mountains below, the beaches of the lesser Antilles thrived, surrounded by the Caribbean Sea which seemed to go on forever. 

"Memphis? Do you respond?" The voice asked. Austin spun the wheel of his Aston Martin through a small tunnel burrowed within the mountain.

"I'm here, dammit," He said. "Not much time for chit chat right now. I'm currently running for my life."

"The drones have spotted you. An entire fleet of them. Cars are eight seconds behind you." Austin lowered his gaze with determination, the headlights of his car illuminating the roughly excavated mine. "There's only one issue." 

"What are you saying?" Austin said after a deep exhalation. "What is it?" 

"Expect a drop in five seconds. Don't press your breaks or you will most certainly die–"

"Five seconds? What? OH MY GOD!" Austin shouted, feeling the earth drop from underneath his car, sending him in a freefall, his body lifting from the seat of the car. He jammed his foot against the gas pedal just as the agent had instructed, his body being infiltrated with terror. His hands gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white, his teeth gritted so hard he was sure he'd need an orthodontist–if he survived. After an endless moment of weightlessness, the car smashed back into the earth, causing the vehicle to spin on its axle to face where Austin had just tempted fate. The headlights flooded the cavern with light, revealing a crystalline internal cliff that was littered with Stalactites and natural rock forms. The darkness beyond them confirmed Austin's worst fear. 

"You just made me Evel Knievel a mine shaft?" Austin shouted into the earpiece. 

"You survived, didn't you?" The voice said calmly on the other end. 

"I did, but I'll have to double check my underwear," He answered with a grin. His eyes darted upward as he saw several vehicles screech to a halt having seen the obvious obstacle in front of them. He couldn't conceal the smug grin that creeped along his face. 

"Memphis. Don't be arrogant. They've got guns. Lots of them." The agent warned. He wasn't lying. From what Austin could see, he watched as the drivers lined their vehicles side by side, rolling down their windows and pointing uzis and AK-47s directly at him. "Bullet-proof or bullet-resistant?" The agent asked with levity. 

"Guess we'll find out soon enough," Austin answered, peeling the car out as he threw it into the highest gear that it could shift safely into. "Don't fail me now," He said, Slamming his foot out. The vehicle cried out against the loose rock as it gained traction, kicking up a cloud of dust as it turned and sped away from the buzz of bullets ricocheting off of its surface. 

"Try not to total this one, eh?" The voice said. 

"Hmph, you know if I didn't know you, I'd think you'd actually cared about me. But it turns out you're just worried about liability coverage." Austin said, checking his rear-view mirror, both looking at himself and at any possible threat. 

"Report back at 16:00 when you've arrived at the next out-post. I will have more information once you retrieve the package." 

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[rocknbolan]

Rachel what's your favorite things to do with your

-partner

-friends

-bandmates

-siblings (if you have any)

-Axl's kids

-and alone time

Partner: Video games. Someday I might get good at them.

Friends: Drag racing. Shh, don't tell the NJPD.

Bandmates: Honestly? Best time is just random jamming together while we're drinking. We get shit faced, and sometimes we get a decent song out of it. (Usually we just get shit faced though, and sometimes there's a bar brawl.)

Siblings: I'm the baby of the family, and music has always been our bonding agent.

Axl's Kids: I'm kinda far away from them? I guess if I ever had to babysit it'd be a trip to the zoo.

Alone Time: I'm not really exciting. This is when most of the music I come up with gets written, noodling on my bass while I'm alone.

#rachel bolan rp #skid row rp #rock star rp

[lubileaf]

Two New OC's? 🤔

Axle and Rush.

They could be siblings or friends or underground spy agents...

I have run out of ideas for now.

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