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Thinking about rockstar!eddie who’s getting up there in age, but his skin is only getting better.
Like, to the point that it’s become something of a meme. He gets constant requests now to drop his skincare routine, and companies throwing money at him just so he’ll promote their products, tons upon tons of PR landing at his door.
He does interviews and they all start to ask what his secret is—leaning in with looks of equal parts horror and fascination in their eyes.
As if he’s about to say he’s been sacrificing goats for smaller pores and fewer wrinkles.
Eddie just laughs. He rolls his eyes and flashes them that sly little smile of his they know from all the times he had a new album coming out that he wasn’t technically allowed to talk about yet.
But he never gives them a straight answer.
“The fountain of youth, man” he chortles, arched brows working overtime, dark eyes sparkling with mirth. Most puzzling of all is when he tells one interviewer, “It’s all about the diet.”
Because anyone who knows Eddie knows that’s bullshit. The man who puts Hot Cheetos and Red Vines on every rider for every show he’s ever done is supposedly eating enough kale to keep his skin looking like pure alabaster? Make it make sense.
The host presses him—asking what kind of foods he means. A mystery vegetable, a super fruit? And Eddie just can’t hold back anymore.
“Do I need to spell it out?!” he demands, laughing out of incredulity. “I eat my girl out for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. How are you not getting it?”
The studio audience erupts into chaos. Laughing, applause, whooping cheers echo to the rafters. Backstage, you’re shaking your head at the monitor and his shit-eating grin.
He winks right at the camera, like he knows you’re watching (because of course you are).
“I’ve been telling ya, it’s the fountain of youth.”
imagine reuniting with your f/o(s) after a long duration of being apart. perhaps they give you a bone-crushing hug, or a simple pat on the back, or they lift you off your feet to twirl you in the air. if physical touch is not your style, perhaps they simply express how much they missed you and how they longed for your presence <3
A new classmate from nowhere
Okay this is a similar idea from my other fic from the batfam fandom. So if you've read that it will kinda mirror this.
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You've died, like actually died, for now its best not to think about it. Mostly since you've find yourself in a place unfamiliar.
have you seen this before? Not quite, but it does seem familiar.
folks. when i tell you that i screamed 🙈💖💖💖

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Happy birthday to my 6'10 tall cyber-daemon blood-bending gamer gay-wife
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Silly sketchdump. According to my dreams, Six gives great hugs 🥰