#renovation rockstar

[ficsforeren]

kanaaaaaa! how are you? when are you due??

yesterday i was closing tabs on my phone and found 24hours with you the haechan fic? AND OF COURSE I READ IT AGAIN JAJAJAJJAJAA GOD I LOVE IT SO MUCH, its lit the fic that i read the most times! love booby haechan JAJAJA

CAMIIIIII HIIIIII ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

I just got back from my doctor's appointment and she said my estimated due date is June 9th! I'm both excited and nervous cause it's getting closer and closer AAAAAAA

OMGGGG you're still reading 24 Hours with You thank you so much 😭😭😭 ngl from all the stuff that I've written for Haechan, that one is my favorite too! it was so fun to write and I've always loved writing domestic au, it just feels more relatable LMAO

I'm so happy you like it that much, Camiiii 😭😭😭

[alcoholfreenayeon]

it’s girlfriend’s day today, author! how about a hc for my girlfriend lalisa? (have you watched rockstar special stage?)

Lisa Girlfriend HCs

A/N: Happy girlfriend day anon, I hope you like the HCs and yes I have seen the special stage!

SFW HCs

You met her when she ended up coming to the same gym as you. It was supposed to be only for a few weeks since her usual one was being renovated but you caught her eye and she decided to stay solely for you.

Lisa absolutely loves to spoil you, buying you gifts, taking you out for dinner, shopping sprees, you name it.

She’s really cuddly and giggly when it’s cold and she gets in the blanket with you, stealing away your warmth.

Always has a happy vibe around her, it’s difficult to not smile when she’s present.

Going on vacations to places with beaches are her favorite. It reminds her of home. She enjoys being by the sea alot especially when you are by her side.

She rarely gets upset but when she does, she becomes quiet and bottles herself up.

Her favorite spot to kiss you is your cheek. She’ll often give you pecks there.

Lisa likes to rest on top of you, especially when she’s feeling tired or emotional, she’ll plop herself on you, feeling safe in your arms.

She makes you try out a lot of new things and you both often get competitive but you almost always end up winning against her somehow. She never takes it to heart though and keeps trying.

Jisoo was the first to find out about Lisa and you when you showed up at the dorm to meet her but only Jisoo was home. You both had a nice chat and Lisa was terrified when she saw you there, hoping Jisoo approved of you and that she wouldn’t get told off.

NFSW HCs

She can either be quite controlling and dominant or she’ll be giggly and submissive. There’s no in between with her.

Leaving hickeys on your thighs is a must for her.

Whenever she’s on top, she likes to pin your hands on either side of your head so you are completely helpless against her.

Absolute god at oral, she had you panting for minutes after she was done, you couldn’t believe how hard she made you cum.

She becomes quite aggressive and dominant when you go down on her, squeezing your head between her legs, not letting go until you make her cum a few times atleast.

She has a bit of a praise kink.

She’s more than ready to…be of service to you in public.

She even made you cum in the car once. It was really embarrassing for you and you couldn’t look at the chauffeur in the eye after that.

Cruises with her are steamy. Both of you know what’s going to happen and everything you both end up doing has an added sexual tension.

She likes it when you leave hickeys on her neck.

[carolmunson]

alive with the glory of love

(older!rockstar!eddie x older!actress!wife!)

a valentine's slice of life with our favorite rockstar almost thirty years into our marriage. the year is 2023 and we're still stella rink and we're still famous as hell. aged like fine wine. a decades long career and a decades long marriage with two twins in their late twenties. this is semi from the twins perspective. we know what our life was looking like before, let's see what it looks like now. :) eddie manip by @eddiemunsons-missingnipple cw: 18+ minors dni, allusions to smut/wearing lingerie, but overall this is a short little something. reader and eddie are both 57, so, sorry if you don't want to be fifty seven. but if i have to be in my 'early twenties' every time i read a fic, you can be older for like, seven and a half minutes.

The phone eases into focus, Violet’s giggle sounds as she presses record, leaning on her elbows at the kitchen island. The room is a sun drenched, black and white tiled vision — still partially stuck in the 90s, remnants of your old life, despite the ongoing renovations. Despite the teasing from your adult children. Some stuff just never lost its charm – plus, the kids were calling it ‘a 90s vibe’ and you were both pretty sure that was cool. 

“Morning, happy Valentine’s Day,” Violet says sleepily, Van trudging in behind her. They both take lazy seats on the bar stools across from the chef stove that their father is delicately working over. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day, honey,” Eddie calls over his shoulder, daintily pouring pink batter into a cookie cutter mold on a hot pan. The kitchen and dining room are filled to the brim with flowers and balloons. Eddie’s been up for hours getting everything set up for you, some things never change. Some things never get old. 

“What’re you doing?” Van asks. 

“What do you mean, what am I doing? I’m making mommy—” He turns around with a furrowed brow, deepening his forehead creases before he realizes they’re recording him. He sighs before turning back to his task, “Guys, again with the phone?” 

“C’mon dad, they love you!” Violet begs, putting her phone down and shoving it in her sweatshirt pocket, “Van show him the comments on the last one.” 

“They think you’re hilarious, they want you to have your own account,” Van encourages, he opens his own phone to bring over to his dad. He grew up to be a spitting image of the two of you, as if they pasted Eddie’s face on his and gave him all your other features. The color of your eyes, the texture of your hair. Your bright, enrapturing smile. A perfect fifty-fifty. 

Van scrolls slowly through the endless comments, Eddie squinting down at them, “Van, I don’t have my glasses.” 

Eddie peers down lower, “What does that mean? ‘I know it’s big’? What’s big?” “New…choker…just…dropped? I didn’t make chokers for merch,” he shrugs, waving him away to pay attention to the stove. “Ew,” Violet laughs, “Stop making him read these out loud, that’s so gross.” 

“You should still make your own,” Van says, sitting back down, “It’d do way better than the one for Corroded.” 

“Have your mom do it,” Ed shrugs off, “She knows how to do all that internet shit.” 

“That Howard Stern clip is going viral again,” Violet says devilishly, “The girlies are obsessed with you.” 

“I don’t care about the girlies, Vi,” Eddie blushes, flipping one of the pancakes on the pan, “I care about your mom.” 

“I just wanna show them what you guys do for your favorite holiday,” Violet whines, “They’ll love it.” 

“They’re gonna call him a simp,” Van teases, a look of realization washing over his face,  “Wait, you’re such a simp for mom, actually.”  

They both laugh, Eddie doesn’t know what ‘a simp’ is so he laughs too.

“That’s a good word for like, a DND character type — you should see about that in your campaigns,” Ed continues while he plates a pancake on an ever growing stack of pink and red. 

“Ohmygod Dad, no, that’s not—“ Van laughs silently into his hands. 

“Stop making fun of him, he’s old,” Violet pleads between giggles, taking her phone out again, “Dad, seriously can you just tell us what you’re doing? Why do you love Valentine’s Day?”

“Is this for your TikTok thing?” he asks, pulling his dark curls up in a ponytail with a black silk scrunchie, bangs he can’t quite part with falling in waves over his brow. ‘My Pilates teacher was telling me they’ll be safer on your hair,’ you’d said — and he’s never been one to say no to you. Every time the kids came home they’d take their phones out and make Tiktok’s of the two of you, sometimes you’d make a solo one for Violet or Van’s page if you felt like it. But with Twitter and Instagram, you didn’t want to overload your assistant with some other form of social media – but it looked like the two of you were really popular. Especially Eddie. 

Violet educated you about ‘fancams’ which were just clips to music. There were a lot of the two of you together, or you solo from your movies and shows in the 90s. Progressions of you then and now and how you’re still ‘so hot’ and ‘unproblematic’. Eddie’s almost always started with the clip of him at Howard Stern, jaw ticking while he tried to keep his composure: ‘Excuse the fuck out of me, what did you just say about my wife? Do you wanna lose your fuckin’ teeth?’ The comments were always flooded with a mess of young people losing their shit: ‘god i’ve seen what you’ve done for others’ ‘stopppp he’s obsessed with her’ ‘@vidawn i hope your mom can fight’ ‘@vannywayne @vidawn i’m five years younger than u but i would be a great step dad’ ‘when is someone gonna fight howard stern FOR ME?’ ‘@vannywayne @vidawn they’re thirsting over your dad again’ ‘i’m banging on the walls of my enclosure’ 'ewwww we hate cheaters' ‘i NEED to fuck him’ ‘@vannywayne you look EXACTLY the same’ ‘are they looking for a third?’ 'idgi he looks dirty' ‘they are notttttt making them like him anymore’ ‘not him being old enough to be my father i’m sick’

“Obviously,” she snaps back, rolling his eyes when he starts touching himself up for the camera. 

“Should I do a couple of push ups so I look buff or…?” he teases. Violet and Van make a face that puts any face you’ve given him to shame. It’s the only regret he has about having kids with you – all that attitude had to go somewhere. 

“Fine, fine,” he huffs, “I’m ready for my close up, Vi.” 

“You’re so cheesy, dad. Just be normal for like, five seconds,” Violet huffs, taking out her phone again, “You’re ready?” 

“M’ready,” he smiles. “Okay, so, what’re you doing?” Violet asks again. 

“I am making pancakes,” he starts, pouring red better into the cookie cutter mold on the pan this time, “In a heart shape, for your mom.” 

“How long have you been doing this?” she asks, a smile spreading across her face. It matches her dads. There was no mistaking that Violet was Eddie Munson’s daughter. 

“Since we got together, so – the first one was in 1990,” he muttered, flipping the pancake, “I do it every year ‘cause she loves it. They’re strawberry, but they’re pink and red ‘cause I put food coloring in them.” 

“Is Valentine’s Day her favorite holiday?” 

Eddie grins, “No, her favorite holiday is the fourth of July. Not ‘cause she’s got a boner for America or anything. She just likes fireworks and when I use the grill.” “Is it your favorite holiday?” Van asks this time. Eddie nods, a bright blush pushing up on his face. 

“How come?” Violet and Van ask at the same time. Eddie turns the burner off, placing the heaping plate of heart shaped pancakes on the center of the island. He opens the wine cooler on the opposite wall, pulling out a bottle of champagne and two flutes from the top cabinet.

“‘Cause I get to spoil your mom all day,” he smiles, “She deserves it.” 

“You spoil her every day,” Van teases, “I can’t think of a more doted on woman on earth than mom.” 

“She’s very special,” he shrugs. 

“And you do this every year?” Violet asks, zooming in on the pancakes. 

“Every year for the past thirty four years, well, minus ninety-two,” he frowns a little, “We had some time apart that year.” 

“Still had my chef make them for me though.” 

Your voice cuts in from the large arch way connecting to the dining room and Violet pans quickly over to get you in frame. 

“Hi mom,” Vi says, “Is this your favorite holiday?” 

“No,” you shake your head and laugh, the same laugh he fell in love with, “It’s the fourth of July. C’mon Vi, how long have I been your mom? Do you even know me?” “You’re supposed to be in bed, honey,” Eddie frowns, “You’re ruining the surprise.” 

“The surprise that’s older than my kids? How could I forget,” you grin, rounding the island and greeting your husband with a gentle kiss, “Happy Valentine’s day.” 

“Happy Valentine’s day, baby,” he murmurs into a second chaste peck, “You’re supposed to let me bring them up to you.” 

“My kids are home, I don’t wanna spend all day in bed,” you pout. He pouts back dramatically, tugging on your arm to pull you flush against his chest. 

“I thought you loved spending all day in bed with me,” he pushes some of your hair back before resting a palm on your cheek, moving in to kiss you deeply. The scruff on his chin scratches around your mouth but you never care because he still kisses you, he kisses you every day. He’d kiss you all day if you let him. You had too many girlfriends whose ex-husbands were on their third wife and every year they’re more surprised that Eddie is still on his first.

“Okay, I think that’s our cue to leave,” Van says, Violet stops recording. Their faces sour.  

“Yeah we don’t want a January ‘94 repeat or anything,” Vi jokes. The twins high five at their own mean reference to your horrific sex tape debacle, but you and Eddie toss them a playful glare. 

“Hey, she might be your mother, but she’s my wife,” Eddie warns, hand sneaking down to rest on the small of your back to pull you close to him, “Don’t mess with her.” 

“Yeah,” you tease, crossing your arms, “You saw what he did to Howie’s studio. I just gotta say the word.” 

“So scary,” Violet rolls her eyes, leaving the kitchen with her twin in tow, “We’re taking the Jeep to get Jamba Juice, do you want anything?” 

“My usual,” you answer while Eddie goes to the fridge to get grapefruit juice out of the fridge, “And get daddy’s usual too. Do you want his card? Where’s your card, hun?”

“Wherever you last left it,” he responds, gracefully pouring grapefruit mimosas for the both of you. 

“It’s in my purse,” you call out. 

“Which one?!” Violet calls back, both of them waiting by the door. 

“The pink Kelly!” 

“Got it! Do you want anything else?” Van calls out. 

“Just uh,” Eddie giggles to himself, tossing you a once over, “Take your time!” 

“Gross!” they yell back in unison. Eddie waits for the door to close to pull you back into him, he watches you at first. Brown eyes cascading over the slope of your nose, your cheeks, the crinkles at the edge of your eyes, your smile lines. He looks at you like he’s looking at you for the first time, every time. He looks different, but the same. Dark curls smattered and entwined in silver, a nose ring, a never ending scratch of overgrown stubble. Deep lines on his forehead that exaggerate his already animated features. Lips still full and warm, hands still big and covered in rings. He’s kept his body real tight for fifty-seven, still throwing himself in the gym daily. ‘If I’m gonna be addicted to something now it might as well be like, my cardiovascular health, babe.’ His crows feet make him somehow more attractive, his smile got better with age. He still makes your heart race when he catches your eye from across the room. “You wearing that little red thing I like?” he purrs in your ear. The tie to your robe sliding between his inked fingers.

“Maybe,” your finger trails over a tattoo on his bicep, “Maybe, I got something new for you to see. Maybe it’s black, maybe it’s strappy. Maybe it’s that thing you saw when we went shopping last week.” 

“Christ,” he huffs, pressing a kiss to your cheek before stepping back over to the counter, “Do you ever stop getting hotter? Eat your breakfast before I bend you over this bar stool.” 

“Let’s bring it upstairs like you wanted,” you smile, following him closely to press your hips up against him, “We can get a little messy.” 

“Yeah?” he growls, pushing part of your robe away to see a peek of black lace and strappy leather, “Fucking god, Stell.” 

“C’mon,” you whisper breathily, pushing up on your tiptoes to kiss him again, “They’ll be home soon.” 

Some things have changed, some things remain the same. He still fucks you like a rockstar.

[starlightsugar]

I can’t believe that I missed nearly two weeks of

Daily CRK Headcanon!

[HEADCANONS NO. 42-54]

Golden Cheese Cookie is the shortest of all the Ancients.

Butter Roll Cookie and Butter Pretzel Cookie (from Ovenbreak) are estranged siblings.

Cream Unicorn Cookie wears leg warmers to help disguise their hooves.

Wildberry Cookie and Raspberry Cookie are like siblings to one another.

Oyster Cookie is secretly a lesbian, and feels very conflicted about it.

Mala Sauce Cookie and Capsaicin Cookie are also like siblings to one another.

Cherry Blossom Cookie and Cherry Cookie live in a renovated van, and started traveling after their parents died.

Financier Cookie wants to adopt a child someday.

Raspberry Cookie is very extroverted and has a lot of friends.

Once in a while the Cookies of Darkness will have a group self-care day, and it’s the only day when they sort of get along.

Royal Margarine Cookie once encountered Kumiho Cookie, and that meeting quickly led to an intense out-rizzing competition.

When Cotton Cookie dies, she will turn into a frost spirit and get to travel the world with her best friend for all eternity.

Rockstar Cookie and Parfait Cookie are siblings.

[strawberryspence]

headcanon where Eddie still becomes famous but not rockstar famous. it all starts when they renovate Steve's bedroom and Eddie finds his love for design and contractor/construction work. he makes some money from it, works from house to house, builds his own small company eventually.

around 2001, Eddie gets casted for this random house building channel thingy. he starts a show about renovating some houses in the indianapolis area. 15 years later and he's still one of the house hold names on hgtv. Eddie's famous because he's super funny and the show feels like a sitcom even if it's 100% real. he's had three different shows with numerous seasons, a few books and magazines and many, many investments.

wayne and hopper is a common occurrence on the show and the avid watchers know them. after the first show, El becomes his designated designer. there's always that shot where Eddie's rushing to eat breakfast because he's late and kids are running all around, as Steve tries to wrangle them. they have a ranch style house, it's cozy and Eddie crafted it with his own damn hands.

i'd probably binge watch every episode.

[hannie-dul-set]

— arranged by: member (eldest to youngest) | date (latest to oldest) | type (full-length to drabbles to blurbs). i don’t recommend reading my older works because they’re terrible. still putting them on here for the sake of bookkeeping | last updated: 23.12.18.

HOME FOR THE BITCHLESS. wherein your friend offers a room for you to crash in while your dorm is being renovated, but fails to mention that your new housemates don’t know how to talk to women (oh, and they also have an ongoing bet about you, too).

PAIRINGS. choi soobin, choi beomgyu, lee heeseung, park jongseong, sim jaeyun, park sunghoon x female! reader. GENRE. housemates! au, rom-com, sitcom, reverse harem time baby. GENERAL WARNINGS. too much swearing, references to/jokes about sex but i will not write smut, an awful amount of secondhand embarrassment, all of the boys are pathetic (check each chapter for specific warnings). WORD COUNT. (currently) 22k.

[monsters don’t hide under the bed] 

LOVE VOMIT.  [n.] — the term when you become too full with your feelings too quickly and too frequently that you end up spitting everything out before even getting the chance to digest. this happens to you more often than you’d like to admit— every quarter, actually, ever since starting college. but what can you do when the prospect of falling in love is just too good to say no to? what can you do when maybe the next desert might actually stay inside your system this time?

or, wherein you fall in love with a different guy every season but fail to notice the one that’s been looking at you the whole year.

PAIRING. choi soobin x  reader (ft. the rest of txt x reader). GENRE. college! au, orgmate! soobin, strangers to friends to lovers, slice of life, romance, humor, mild angst, comfort (no hurt), SLOWBURN, featuring some members of seventeen, enhypen, and le sserafim. WARNINGS. reader is shorter than soobin, swearing, drinking, kissing, unrequited feelings, annoying org jargon. WORD COUNT. 36k.

THIS IS WHY YOU SHOULD NEVER DRINK BEYOND YOUR LIMITS (OR MAYBE YOU SHOULD?) soobin blacked out one evening and forgot something he shouldn’t have.

PAIRING. choi soobin x reader. GENRE. fluff, humor, lovestruck! soobin, based on the manhwa “daybreaking romance.” WARNINGS. drinking, swearing. WORD COUNT. 1.2k.

모기 / MOGI. in which all of your life, you and beomgyu have been stuck together like glue whether you liked it or not. and as much as you want to change that, life seems to have different plans. 

PAIRING. choi beomgyu x reader. GENRE. childhood friends to not quite friends (derogatory) to not quite friends (endearment), romance, humor, very light-barely there angst, pining idiots, college! au with flashes to high school, featuring an ensemble of 01z idols. WARNINGS. swearing, many many (fake) death threats, so much secondhand embarrassment, mentions of sex, mentions of blood and gore, the worldly problems of a teenager, mc has anger issues, gossip. WORD COUNT. 14k.

THE BOY WHO CRIED WOLF. you don’t buy it when beomgyu keeps trying to make a move on you.

PAIRING. choi beomgyu x reader. GENRE. fluff, humor. WARNINGS. swearing, beomgyu is embarrassing. WORD COUNT. 1.6k.

BFF PRO MAX. best friends doing not so best friend things.

PAIRING. choi beomgyu x reader. GENRE. fluff, suggestive. WARNINGS. making out. WORD COUNT. 582.

[rockstar! au]

TOMORROW X TOGETHER MASTERLIST. © hannie-dul-set.

[emily-mooon]

OK! here's the general idea for this Nordegrim Ghosts AU that has been haunting me:

CW FOR MENTIONS OF DEATH, ATTEMPTED MURDER, AND ALSO A TINY BIT SUGGESTIVE (just a tiny bit though)

Stacey, Scott, and Lawrence inherit this big house from a distant great aunt they have never met after she passed of old age. Scott is in debt so he cant take the house like he was supposed to, and Lawrence wants nothing to do with it, so Stacey gets it instead.

It’s perfect though cause her and Neil, who is also her husband now here, were planning to move houses anyways and were struggling to find a good place. Also since the house is super big, they thought about opening a hotel at one point once the house is all fixed up.

What they don't know is that the house is haunted. the ghosts in question are:

Knives Chau: A teenage girl from the 1950s who was a fan of rock n' roll that got pushed down the stairs by a jealous classmate (not Tamara btw that was her gf) at a party

Julie Powers (IDK her married last name yet): An Edwardian women who got pushed out the window by her husband (who is Joseph in this AU btw)

Stephen Stills: A folk singer from the mid 60s who dies in a fire (people confused him with the other Stephen Stills all the time)

Gideon Graves: A music producer from the late 60s early 70s who was poisoned by a rival producer

Lucas Lee: A Victorian lumber guy who was crushed by a wooden beam during the construction of the houses renovation

Todd Ingram: A 90s Rockstar who died while having sex with his bands drummer (which like in the comic, was also cheating on his girlfriend and it is still Lynette and Envy)

Lisa Miller: A somewhat famous 1930s actress who died while filming a scene

Matthew Patel: An early 19th century poet who died in a duel that was orchestrated by a good friend of his

Roxie Richter(she has no last name in this au btw, putting it here cause I put everyone elses last names here): A Viking who was struck by lighting

Ken and Kyle Katayanagi : Inventors/mechanics from the late 19th century who died in a car explosion along with their dog (who is a dog version of robot 0-1 btw). They live in the carriage house as its far more peaceful than the main house

The ghosts overhear the hotel idea when Stacey and Neil are talking about it and they are not too pleased with it. So they try to haunt them so they'll leave, but ultimately fail.

Then either Gideon or Todd, come across Stacey leaning out the window and decide to push her in an another attempt to get them to leave which in turn, almost kills her. Because of this, now Stacey can see ghosts and forms a close friendship with them. Neil, like Mike and I assume Jay in bbc and cbs ghosts respectively, will have a collage of what they all look like since he cannot see them.

So yeah that's my idea so far! I’m still tweaking things but I’m happy with this rn. I’ll definitely make art for it at some point (and if people want it, an ask blog). Feel free to also suggest some ideas for this au if you have any :]

[pjisskullourful]

-🦇- ρɛтιтɛ мσят -🩸-

“I’m bleeding.” - “I know baby…All over my sheets.”

DAMIANO/READER •°• vampire filth, blood-soaked pwp

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you & vampire-rockstar-hybrid -heartbreaker Damiano have a strange arrangement...

⚰️HOT VAMP SHIT playlist🎧

CW: discussions of mental health issues, suicide ideation, knife kink, bodily harm. written by an adult, about adults, for adults

× PART ONE × PART TWO {more parts coming soon!} ° month 1 ° month 6

🎃want more vampire måneskin? ethan {𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔰𝔱/𝔩𝔞𝔰𝔱} thomas {𝔥𝔬𝔱 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔴𝔩} victoria {𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔡𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔩}

preview of upcoming PETITE MORT PART 3(VERY NSFW!) wordcount: 2,745 -- cuming OCTOBER 1st 2024

- WEEK 20 -

You were walking around a brand new apartment. Familiar items caught your eye as you tried to commit this floorplan to memory, your wide eyes darting all around so as to not miss any details.

Damiano had been teasing this new home for you for a while. He had assured you that you would be moving somewhere new, but had never promised it by a set date. His critiques of your apartment had increased substantially, comparing it to the far superior new apartment that had only been an abstract concept to you.

Until now. Until you were walking through the renovated apartment a few floors down from his penthouse. You weren’t going to be living with him - it would be foolish to think something like that would happen, he was still definitely not your boyfriend. But he wanted you and the baby you were carrying closer to him. He had made it inescapably clear that your apartment wasn’t good enough for any child of his - saying the same about your waitressing job, forcing you to resign.

Now you would be living rent-free in a neighbourhood you had never hoped to afford. He had organised removalists, getting your things in place amongst what he had bought to fill out the spacious apartment. All that you had to move from one home to another was your body.

You were now physically moving into a new stage of your life. Very little was familiar and you were even more uncertain than you had been four months ago.

You found him in the master bedroom, looking very comfortable and not even slightly out of place as he sat on the bed that was larger than any you had ever owned. He smiled at the sight of you, which always made you think he was up to something. You gave the room a thorough look over, noting the books on pregnancy that rested on your nightstand. There were things that you had owned for years, like a purple and green painting created by a high school friend whom you no longer spoke to. Some photographs had been framed and put on display (capturing happy memories of you with your best friends, Sebastian and Sally), but none of them featured Damiano.

“You’re showing more.” He said, getting your attention.

You stopped looking at the collection of modest necklaces draped over a jewellery tree. Now you looked down at your tummy, which was definitely getting rounder with each passing day - but it didn’t appear to be straining against the fabric of your hoodie, demanding to be noticed. You ran a hand down your front, feeling the home of your mysterious child. “Am I?”

He rolled his eyes. “Are you gonna take that as the compliment I meant it to be, or is this going to be an excuse for you to go into one of your annoying spirals?”

“If you say that it’s a compliment, then it is, sir.” You said, resting your hand at the top of your bump.

“Good. How about you come over here and let me admire you some more?” It wasn’t a request and you acted accordingly. “Give me more to compliment.”

He didn't hesitate in grabbing the bottom of your jumper and immediately pulling it up, away from your body. You lifted your arms above your head, putting up no resistance to his efforts and soon the garment was removed. He tossed it aside and as soon as his hands were available, they went to your tummy. The cool metal of his numerous rings contrasted with the warmth of his fingers, lovingly cupping your stomach.

"It's so pretty. Do you have any idea how much this suits you?" He asked, slowly caressing your skin. You snagged your lower lip between your teeth as you watched him, he was so genuine in this moment that you couldn't help feeling a few butterflies in your stomach. It was the sunshine that could blind you, it could make you forget all of his snarky or downright hurtful comments.

"If I had known how fuckin' gorgeous you would look pregnant, I would have started breeding you that first night you let me have you." He said and the intensity of his gaze, coupled with how he traced his fingertips up-and-down your exposed sides, elicited shivers from you. The excitement surged down your spine and your nipples were soon standing at attention beneath your bra.

“Really?” You asked.

“Absolutely, honey.” He said, letting you feel his fingernails drag lightly against your skin.

“What would you have done?” You asked.

He grabbed your hips and pulled you in close. You licked your lips and rested your hands on his shoulders. Before you could begin to think of your next move, he was making his - twisting his body and forcing you to move from your spot. You didn’t resist the way that his hands guided you, bringing you down to the bed. You laid out flat on your back, feeling your breath coming in quicker as the atmosphere in this unfamiliar room seemed to shift. The way he was looking at you made you want to squirm.

“I would have put you into a lovely mating press and just pounded myself dry on you.” He said.

You furrowed your brow. “What’s a- have we ever done that before?”

He rolled his eyes. “Literally, you have had the most uninspired idiots screwing you.” He placed himself on his knees, down by your legs. “Mating press is achieved by you raising these…” He didn’t ask if you were interested in a live demonstration, he just grabbed your ankles and got to work repositioning you.

“Yep, we want them nice and high.” He said, lifting your legs until your ankles were almost at your shoulders. Even though you still wore pants and underwear, you were feeling very exposed as your blood went coursing into new areas. “Then I would come in here…” He moved into the space beneath your ass. “And my legs overlap yours as I kind of squat…”

He placed himself partially on top of you, your gut tightening as you took notice of how your genitals were now lined up. His hands remained on your ankles, keeping you locked into this position.

“I would hold onto your legs like this. Do you see how that would give me deeper penetration?” He asked, looking down at you as you wondered if he had seen the way you had started to tremble. “And it’s perfect for me to keep driving my cock into you while also pulling you onto it.” He grabbed your hip and jerked you up, making your breath hitch. “Do you get it now, preziosa?”

“Yeah.” You said. “But…”

He was smirking as he let go of your hip, raising this hand to your face and rubbing his thumb over your lower lip. “Just say it.” You began smiling too - he always swore that telepathy was a myth, but there were times when his ability to guess what you were thinking was truly uncanny. “Say it and if you ask nicely enough maybe I’ll do it."

He pushed his thumb into your mouth and you instantly wrapped your lips around it. "Say that you want me to show you every single way that I've fantasised about breeding you."

"Please, that's what I want, sir." You said.

He swooped down, taking his thumb away from you so that he could kiss you. His lips crushed against yours and the pressure on your legs increased, before he was pulling away.

You craved more, but before you could begin to complain, he was taking off his tank top. With his hands gone, you lowered your legs to a more natural position and grabbed for the waistband of your yoga pants, working them down. You swiftly got naked with him.

He let you secure a few more kisses before he was bending you back into position. You were looking into his eyes as you rested your hands on your raised calves, a feeble attempt to brace yourself for what would come next. Your pussy was spread and you felt the pressure building up in your body before he got on top of you.

He perched in front of you, parts of your body overlapping. One hand held your leg while the other went to his dick, guiding it towards your cunt. Working forward, he filled his shaft into you. His legs pushed into yours as he kept coming closer.

He was going all the way in, seemingly wanting to find out how much you could take immediately. And he faced no resistance from you - your very sensitive body was so receptive to him, spawning appreciation for every sensation. His eyes were alight with excitement as he moved to get his hips pressed right up against you.

“Good girl, taking me so deep.” He purred. No longer needing his hand on his dick, he instead put it to your other leg. “You look just as fuckin’ amazing like this as I had imagined. I don’t even care that I can’t breed you a second time, I still wanna unload into you and mark that pussy up as my property, even more than it already is.”

In addition to feeling how his dick twitched between your walls, you could see the cracks in his façade that indicated how he wanted to lose control. His breath was coming in quicker, with less consistency. The way that his eyes had begun to dart all over your body hinted at how his thoughts were racing.

“Will you let me do that?” He asked.

You didn’t have the chance to answer before he was stunning you with a sudden jerking of his hips. It was more than you were ready for, your mouth falling uselessly open.

“Will you?” He asked, rocking back ever so slightly.

His hips snapping sharply into you surprised you all over again, evoking tingles through your body. As your breath halted, you forgot to answer him.

“Will you?” He repeated as he delivered another powerful jolt into your cunt.

You were more than ready to surrender to him, your chest swelling as your desires climbed higher. “Yes.” It was difficult to get your voice above a strained whisper right now. “Yessir.”

This was enough for him to set into a consistent tempo, his hands fiercely gripping your legs as he jackhammered his dick into you. You squeezed your eyes shut as you felt your cunt hugging tighter to him. Spellbound by everything that you were feeling, your body had begun to clench.

You were being stretched and pulled, it was all so overwhelming, in the best way possible. You let the fire build up inside of you.

At the feeling of his pointer finger resting on your stomach, you opened your eyes. He was staring down at it.

"What's in there?" He asked.

You arched your back, beginning to try meeting his bucks. “Your baby, sir.”

“Yeah, because I got you good and pregnant, didn’t I?” He asked.

“So pregnant.”

Everything was coming at you so fast with no opportunity to gain your bearings. Your mind was filled with sparks of excitement, making it impossible for you to string together a coherent thought. All that you knew was to keep your hips in motion, needing to serve his desires.

You chased one intimidating collision after the other, knowing that you could fall apart at any second. You rocked your hips with him as he caressed his fingers across your developing belly.

This position gave him all of the control that he needed and he was soon finding the correct angle. You cried out in response to him snapping into your sweet spot. Your head slumped back and it felt like your legs were starting to go numb.

Your whimpers were coming in louder and more frequently as you faced the greatest threats to your composure. His passion possessed you as your own noises mixed with his breathy moans to fill your ears. Even with your eyes shut, you were hyper-aware of him, his presence imposing on you and never losing its importance.

As your sensitive walls clung to him, you felt the precum spilling into you, his tip driving in so deep with every determined movement. His fingernails were digging into the skin of your thighs as his tempo remained intact, just as dedicated to making you a ruin.

You cried out, your desperation taking you over, assuming dominance as everything else fell away. “Please, please…”

“What’s that, my little pet?” He asked.

“Need- gonna cuh-um, need you to-...” More words got stuck in your throat and your toes were curling. “Plea-please let me.” The rest came out as nonsense whines.

These transformed into ecstatic screams when he gave you the signifying slap on your ass. The walls were crashing down all around you and with a couple more thrusts, you secured the freedom of your orgasm.

He didn’t let you peacefully float away, still spanking you as he powered between your clenching walls. While you were slumping, he rocked forward, more of his weight pressing on your elevated legs. You were so small, trapped beneath his frenzied body and he was only getting closer. He strived to be buried in so deep, letting your cunt milk the orgasm out of him.

He reached his peak with a series of breathless cursing, his load shooting into you. He remained on top of you, still buried so deep. You secured some relief for yourself by lowering your legs, moving them to lie out on either side of him. You began to catch your breath, steadily coming down.

Finally he sat up a little, planting his hands on the mattress and extending his arms. But he didn't move much further away. You opened your eyes, seeing the way that he was hovering over you, observing you.

He drew a gasp out of you when he snapped his hips into you. You spasmed under him, your mouth hanging open.

Then he jerked into you again. You were kept suspended at this height, unable to prepare yourself for what he might do next.

Before you could calm down any, he gave another buck. His eyes were fixed on you, drinking in your responses as time slowly slipped by.

He licked his lips and rutted forward another time. "We need that cum real fuckin' deep, don't we? I don't want any of that to slip out." He jerked into you. "And you don't want to lose a single drop because you love it, don't you, huh?"

You writhed, tense as you remained on this edge. "Yes, I do, I love it, luh-love it."

"Because you're just a cumslut." He said with another controlled buck.

"Mm-hmm, I am, I am." You whimpered.

He gave you one last powerful thrust then started to pull away with a groan. Your mind felt fried as he moved to lay alongside you. You were shivering and your vision was filled with stars. You felt adrift from reality, not knowing how to come down yet.

"See, now you get it." He said, his voice gentle and you knew he would be in a good mood for a while. "Now you know what a mating press is. So when I say that's how I want to breed you, you'll understand what's coming for you, huh?"

You were still getting your breath back. "Yep, I understand now."

His hand stroked your arm. "Aw, look at you, little girl. Learning exhausts you, huh?"

"That's one way to put it." You said. The tingles were radiating through your body as you rolled onto your side, getting more comfortable, you didn't think it would take much for you to fall asleep.

"I suppose this is the best time to tell you that I have no idea where they put the clean linen." He said.

The yet-to-be-met they, Damiano's underlings, a group of vampires who did errands for him and kept all of his secrets. They had set up this new home for you. You didn't know their names, or how much they knew about you. You weren't sure you would like to meet them.

"Oh, uh, I'm sure I'll find the cupboard it's all in." You said, opening your eyes to look at him beside you. "I really like the apartment, thank you. I'm sure the baby is gonna like it too."

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stay tuned, stay spooky --- xxx your halloQween

[arcadias-hell]

I was wondering if you could do one where you're a girl and one of the murdered kids from Freddy's pizzeria but a little bit older than them like 13-15 years old, and since there were only the four suites in parts and service William Afton put your body in the twisted Wolf animatronic so that's the one you possessed. And after all the years you're found by the Fazbear pizza Plex and they decide to put you on display to show the parents and kids an original animatronic, even though you're pretty scary looking and your voice box is quite broken and distorted the kids love you, but at night when you come to life you get angry and start breaking things, so the other Animatronics come and see you breaking things, they try to calm you down but that just makes you even more enraged, until Roxy somehow sees a glimpse of what you looked like before you were killed, and she says your name, since the missing kids files were download into there systems Incase you kids would show up one day, so when she says your name you turn to her and she somehow manages to calm you down, to the point you're over come by saddens and collapse to your knees, but Roxy comes over and hugs you and just comforts you until you tell her what happened to you and the others, and she just hugs you again telling you that you're safe now and that she and the others will help you and keep you safe now. Sorry if this is a long request.

hi! im sorry if this is rushed! SB Twisted Wolf!Reader

In the dimly lit corners of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria Plex, she lays dormant. A forgotten relic from a grim past, she was once a child, much like the others who had met their untimely demise within the old pizzeria's haunted halls back in the days. But she was different – older, wiser.

Her consciousness, connected to a monstrous form, resided within the nightmarish animatronic known as the Twisted Wolf. With a body that bore the scars of years of neglect and decay, her existence was a haunting paradox. Hidden away, she awaited the moment her twisted fate would intersect with the modern world.

That moment came when the pizzeria underwent a long-overdue renovation and old relics were uncovered. Workers stumbled upon her form and decided to put her on display in the small museum on rockstar row, a relic of Fazbear's dark history, under the guise of a "vintage" attraction and a simple horror attraction.

Children and parents marveled at the grotesque animatronic, oblivious to the tormented soul trapped within. Her voice box was broken, resulting in distorted, nightmarish sounds that only added to her eerie presence. The children, with their innocent curiosity, seemed strangely drawn to her, finding fascination in her distorted being.

As the sun dipped below the horizon and the moon cast its eerie glow upon the pizzeria, something changed within Twisted Wolf. A surge of anger, borne from years of torment, welled up within her. In the dead of night, she awakened, driven by a vengeful force that compelled her to break free.

She rampaged through the pizzaplex, tearing down decorations, smashing tables, and causing chaos. The other animatronics, sensing the disturbance, rushed to the scene. Freddy, Chica, Monty and Roxy, the familiar faces of the pizzaplex, attempted to calm her down, but their efforts only fueled her rage.

Amid the chaos, it was Roxy, the newer addition to the animatronic cast, who saw something others didn't. A fleeting glimpse of what the Twisted Wolf once was, a scared child betrayed by the world. With a stern, yet concerned voice, Roxy spoke her name, a name long forgotten in the annals of Fazbear's dark history.

"Y/N."

The sound of her name, the name she had almost forgotten herself, pierced through the maelstrom of anger. The Twisted Wolf turned her monstrous form to Roxy, her animatronic eyes locking onto the newcomer. A strange sensation gripped her, a glimmer of recognition amidst the chaos.

Roxy, sensing a chance to reach the tormented soul within, spoke softly, "Y/N, it's okay. You're safe now. We're here to help you."

Tears welled up in the Twisted Wolf's animatronic eyes, her voice box emitting broken, mournful cries. She collapsed to her knees, the weight of her tragic past bearing down on her.

Roxy, undeterred by the horrifying exterior, approached Twisted Wolf cautiously, extending her arms. She wrapped her metallic limbs around the monstrous animatronic, offering a comforting embrace. The other animatronics watched in silence, understanding that something great was unfolding.

As the Twisted Wolf's cries stopped, she found her voice, the distorted tones now laced with sorrow. She began to recount the horrors of her past, the events that led her to this cursed existence. The tale was one of betrayal, darkness, and the tragic fate of the other children who had perished alongside her.

Roxy listened, her empathy unwavering. She whispered words of comfort, reassuring the Twisted Wolf that she was no longer alone, that they would protect her, that they would be her new family.

In that moment, something extraordinary happened. The memories of the missing children, long stored within the animatronics' systems, began to resurface. The Twisted Wolf remembered their names, their faces, their laughter. And as she shared these memories with her newfound friends, a sense of belonging, of unity, began to take root.

Together, they vowed to confront the darkness that had haunted them for so long. With Roxy as their guiding light, they would unravel the mysteries of their past and seek justice for the horrors inflicted upon them. The Twisted Wolf, once a harbinger of fear, had found her redemption in the arms of her newfound family.

And as the night turned into dawn, the animatronics of Fazbear's Pizzaplex stood united, ready to face the challenges ahead and bring closure to their long-forgotten past.

[oneforthemunny]

What are all the Eddie’s doing today?🤭

rockstar!eddie is always on the east coast, so he's with his girls living his best at the hamptons. they do a firework show on the water and they sit on the dock and watch. it's very domestic and very unlike eddie but it is his favorite thing.

mafia!eddie is at his house with the dogs, clear of any fireworks from atleast a twenty mile radius lol. he had the chefs cook some traditional fancy american dishes bc while this is by far his least favorite holiday, he likes to still do something if only for you lol. then you're wanting to pull the fall stuff out tomorrow despite the ninety degree weather and you know what? he does it for you lol.

cowboy!eddie is taking you to the red white and booze fest the next county over. live music, alcohol vendors, food vendors, and a huge positively american firework show when the lights go down. you sit in the back of his truck and watch them, and he tries to feel you up lol.

modern!eddie bought pop its and is terrorizing the neighborhood by slinging them on the ground as hard as he can. when he was little wayne would only buy him one pack, but now that he has big boy money? he buys like thirty lol. keeps him entertained for hours and he quotes "wake up cocksuckers it's time to salute the flag" every twenty seconds.

older!eddie is so excited bc your parents are very patriotic and always have a big backyard bbq. wayne and his gf get to come, madeline is home, brielle is home, and he gets to spend time with all of them. wayne and your dad get along so well, sipping beers by the grill and talking. they still have the playset up (renovated for their precious grandbaby ofc) from when you and madeline were kids, so he's pushing lilah on the swing until she's tired. the fireworks start and delilah is with you, so he sits on the porch steps next to brielle. when she was little, they always used to watch them at the trailer park and she loved them so it makes him really emo a little lol.

bouncer!eddie is at the bar. they get holiday pay and ellen grills out for the staff for working. you're wearing a cute little harley davidson tanktop with a skeleton holding a flag on a bike and it makes him so fucking hard for no good reason lol. there's no one there really, except a few regulars, and you all go on the roof and watch the fireworks from the park, sharing a few beers and just vibing.

janitor!eddie is at the park helping wayne grill out. wayne, many years ago, took it upon himself to grill out for all the residents of the forrest hill park (esp the single moms lol). they'd play country patriotic music loud, and the kids ran through sprinklers in the day and with sparklers at night. wayne made hotdog and hamburgers and everyone else brought sides, sort of like a giant park picnic until the fireworks later. you and oliver and olivia came this year ofc, and oliver is so excited to see his grandpa and the fireworks. olivia goes back to the trailer with you to try and keep them from waking her up with the tv on full volume lol, so oliver sits in eddie's lap in the lawn chair watching the fireworks and eating a smore.

[shotgunyuri]

Shotgunshipping Sims

I’ve been playing Saw Sims lately, so I thought I would show off my Amanda, Lynn, and Corbett.

Amanda’s traits are erratic, jealous, and loyal. And I tried to get her everyday look, her pajamas, and her cold weather clothes as close to canon as possible while still having fun with them. (Saw 3, Saw 2, and the deleted “Rockstar” scene, respectively.)

Lynn’s traits are gloomy, bookworm, and overachiever. I know that a love of books is not expressly canon for her, but I imagine her liking solitary activities. I also thought the escapism of reading would suit her, considering that we see that she tends to fade away when she’s stressed. I had a much harder time dressing Lynn, because all of the flowy tops were crop tops and I just don’t imagine that being her style. 😔

I gave Corbett the loner trait, for obvious shitty dad reasons, but I also gave her creative interests because now that she’s away from Jeff, she could use an outlet to express herself.

Also, @refractical and I are Pitbull Owner Amanda truthers, so here is her baby Crash. He’s friendly and loyal, but he’s a rescue, so he’s also very jumpy.

They live in an apartment in Evergreen Harbor, because that world is filled with green smog and even has a industrial dock area. So I thought it would be a good representation of Jigsaw City. (The Chainshipping family also lives in Evergreen Harbor, in the newly renovated Nerve Gas House.)

I started playing with it as more of a situationship between Lynn and Amanda, with Amanda sleeping on a murphy bed in Lynn’s apartment.

But because this is the Sims, the murphy bed fucking killed Amanda. So after Lynn begged the Grim Reaper to spare her, I decided to change course and get them officially together so they could share a bed. But on the bright side, that meant I could give the living room a little more pizzazz. Everyone say “Hi, Grim! 🫶”

And then I just kept the blue and green going for most the apartment because I thought it would be a good Lynn color scheme.

I did tone down the colors for the bedroom, though. Just to give her a more neutral place where she can breathe. I also think she would keep her grief over Dylan very private, so his and Corbett’s growth charts are hung up together here instead of in the living room. And the framed painting is actually a television!

All of the plants in the apartment are fake, though. I think Lynn would like the idea of being a plant lady, but her depressed ass is NOT maintaining a garden.

And unfortunately, I couldn’t find anywhere to put a woodworking table for Amanda, so she has to build up her handiness skill through reading instruction manuals. But I can live with that for now, because gaining skills for Jigsaw tasks through written instruction is something that is canonical for Amanda (Saw 3).

Finally, for Corbett’s room, I thought this would be a chance for her to to be a little spoiled after a long stretch of basically being neglected. All her movie furniture can be for Jeff’s house. Lynn is indulging her baby these days.

I also gave her some dog-themed furniture to reflect how she’s taken a shine to Crash, as well as a piggy chair as a shoutout to the bond she had with Dylan. She’s really grown to love cross-stitching, and she likes to sit in the piggy chair while she does it.

Okay, that’s all! Bye-bye now! 🫶

[noffy96]

My second Sun/Moon fic

A follow-up to my other sun/moon fic. Sun and moon finally get their own separate bodies.

Our first day together Apart .

Word count: 4,905 

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A soft laugh came up from somewhere deep inside his voice box. He wondered how much of his thoughts he had spoken out, or maybe just thought loud enough for his counterpart to hear. It didn’t matter. He was here.

“M-morning…sunshine”

The warmth around him shifted slightly like Sun had pulled back.

“Oh…Moonbeam”

He could hear the worry laced into the voice in his mind. He tried to send something reassuring back, but it felt disingenuous. Seemed he fell apart at the end anyway. He had wanted to be strong enough for both of them

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Sun and Moon finally get their new bodies, and this is how they spend those first few hours together

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He clutched the plushies closer to his chest. Scanning over the empty room once more. The red lights of his eyes made the chipped yellow paint almost look orange. He had suspected that their last night here would be uncomfortable, now that their whole room was empty. But more than uncomfortable, he was bored. He tried going into rest mode. But it turned out. Doing so standing up was a lot harder than lying down.

They had done it in the past. Before they had made their makeshift bed. Created from all the torn-up pillows and blankets that had been destroyed in the daycare and would get thrown away otherwise. Also, they didn’t have the sentience back then that they do now. Maybe that is part of why it was easier back then. But now all their stuff was in boxes. Off in the hallway connecting to the hidden door in the theatre, ready for them to unpack again after…everything.

He checked their charge. Eighty percent and at least another hour before Sun would wake up. Two hours before they were going down to Parts and Service. For the last time, as the same animatronic.

They knew it was coming for a couple of months, but the exact date, maybe not. But they had been slowly updating their systems to get to this moment. His fans let out a big whirl.

He shook his head, he…they had been thinking about it enough. Sun had worried so much he almost made a permanent groove in their floor with all the pacing back and forth he did. As he tried to keep his hands on his love's shoulders And talk through all his anxieties.

He adjusted the Sun Plush in his arms. Making extra sure it was properly cuddled up to his own plushy. Fingers tracing patterns over both of them for a while. He wondered what that was gonna feel like…hugging Sunny

He had hugged the little stars that had come to the daycare. But hugging a small human would be different than hugging a metal animatronic that was the same height as you. Or at least he hoped they be the same height still.

The early blueprints had at least made it seem that way. But he knew more than anyone that things could get messed up anywhere. As long as they both are okay. He didn’t care what he was gonna look like.

Sun was gonna look amazing though. He was sure of it. Their new techs seemed really excited for them. Talking about new faceplates, sensors, and battery upgrades.

That last one was the reason their room was now empty. The new bodies wouldn’t be able to use their current charging cables. So their room was getting renovated, while they were getting separated.

A lot of things in the Pizzaplex were getting a huge upgrade. Monthly golf was getting a few extra courses. They were adding an extra room to Rockstar Row so that hopefully Bonnie could return when he was finished. Some new signs for several shops. They were even expanding one of the maintenance tunnels so that DJs could get from the west arcade to the main stage and even hold a show there once in a while. And everyone was so happy for the big guy to be able to move around. Even if it was just one room. They were gonna hold a party the first chance they'd get.

But all that renovating meant that the Pizzaplex was gonna be closed for two weeks. And about half of that he and Sun would be out of it as they were getting separated. It was apparently a very delicate world to separate two sentient AIs.

That was not something he was surprised by. But the fact that the new techs took it into account. Was a good sign these new people knew what they were doing. Instead of the crew they had for years, that let them get into a state where he was able to contract a virus at all.

He clenched his fist. Trying to breathe through his emotions. It was because of those people he had lost so much. That he gave into his worst impulses. And amplified his worst fears. He became so terrible to his partner. The one being in the world that understood him.

He shook his head again, the bell of his cap chiming softly. It was fine now. It was because of Sun that they were still around. That he didn’t do anything to any of their little stars. While had managed to contain the virus all to himself so Sun didn’t get hurt. Sun had protected him in return by making sure he wouldn’t ever do something he would never forgive himself for.

He squeezed the Sun's doll's hand. He loved his partner so much, and he was excited to finally be able to tell that to his face.

As nervous as he was that this was happening, he was just as excited. Finally after all this time. He would be able to see Sun. Actually, see him. Looking at him through the mirror was great. But it wasn’t the same.

He couldn’t see it if he flustered Sun and caused his rays to spin. He could feel it. But not see. Unless they were in front of a mirror. And even then, it probably looked different. He doesn’t know what Sun looks like, doubled over in laughter because of a stupid pun he said at the perfect time. Or how he looks when he is trying to calm a kid down. Or does silly dances to make them feel better. He did feel the warmth spread through their chest. The little tingling of sensations of the rays swaying. The way Sun’s AI just beamed with pride and love. But he couldn’t see it.

Now that he thought about it, he thinks that was something he was gonna miss the most. The way he was able to feel Sun’s emotions. The warmth, the security. The love. Just everything. Always there, never far away.

He’d be on his own again. No Sun in his head to reassure him he wasn’t losing his mind again. No more that constant feeling of that warm buzz whenever Sun laughed in their headspace. That the moment he could spiral, Sun was just a breath away. That if Sun was in danger. His protocols would activate and he would be able to protect him and the little stars in their care.

It would be a whole new thing to worry about. He would do his best. He could only do his best. He wasn’t gonna give fazzbear any reason to scrap them. They have gotten too close. No matter what the new staff said, he couldn’t help but feel there would still be people around at the top. Trying to wash away what happened.

And the moment they get out of line. They'll be reduced to nothing. Turned off, never to be turned on again. And those thoughts terrified him too deep in his core. So much so that it made several of his motors skip a beat or two He let out another harsh breath and leaned more into the corner he was staying in.

He tried to stop thinking about it. It wouldn’t do either of them any good if he started spiraling at this point. Sun would probably be all jittery when he woke up. He would need to be level-headed to talk him down it. So that everything would go as smoothly as possible.

His fans kicked up another notch. He was fine. He was gonna be fine. THEY were gonna be fine. They had been told what would happen. How it would happen. And what to expect when they woke up.

And the new staff hadn’t lied to them so far. All their new upgrades went exactly how they said. And when they encounter a small bug or glitch. They were even listened to. But still. They hadn’t had an upgrade this big. Since they got the security updates and after that…came the virus

He started at his hands, His fingers sharper than Suns. It had taken a while to get used to them. The amount of balloons he accidentally popped in that first week of having them. Or getting stuck in the fabric of their little stars' clothes. It had been. A lot. But he learned he could do so much with them. Even if it had taken time. And it turns out he quite likes the security side of their job. The patrolling at night was nice and relaxing. And even if someone sneaked in.

Well, that was just a fun game of cat and mouse. And it felt good to know he was able to protect everybody. Even if nobody noticed it at the time.

He shook his head. He could partially hear Sunny voice scolding him. It hadn’t been that the glamrocks had hated them or not noticed and appreciated what he had done. They had been told not to interact and disturb his patrol. Stay out of his way.

And during the day. It wasn’t like they could stop doing their job. And Sunny hadn’t been allowed to leave the daycare at all. His hand went to his throat. Even though the shock collar had never gone off. The fact it had been there at all was scary enough. The new workers seemed so shocked when they told them. And the first thing they did was remove it. It helped him trust these new people.

The shock collar had seemed like a warning. Step out of line and it will go off. Sun had been terrified it might have gone off as he broke a rule. He also had been to…once upon a time. Then that virus made him more reckless. He had tried to understand the code that was trying to take control of them. And while he hadn’t been able to do anything to stop it. He had learned a lot. Finding loopholes in the rules. And just skirting the rules he found silly

It had been fun, testing the limit of what they could do. Going into the arcade after a patrol to play some of the games they never had a chance to. Even if it had made Sun panic inside their head.

He had ignored his panicked rambling, just happy to do something for himself for once. Eventually, when no repercussions came, Sun started cheering him on instead. It might not have been the nicest way to have gone about it. But they hadn’t been that close at the time, even if he could feel himself start to change. Sun had noticed too. The fact that he had, was one of the reasons he had fallen so hard for his solar counterpart as he did.

That and Sun was just objectively cute. He could see no one truly hating his other half. He was a literal ray of sunshine. Unlike himself, while he loved his job taking care of the kids, was in comparison a lot meaner.

And the virus hadn’t helped, whatever good reputation he had had. Almost thrown away by how manic and scary he had started to act. As even the smallest of broken rules could set him off. It had him see actual red. It had crawled into his code and hurt and tried to burst out. It had changed him on some level. He had always been mischievous. But he found it a lot more fun to scare people nowadays. Especially the older kids who thought they were getting too old for the daycare.

Sometimes a good scare seemed to work better, than just sternly telling some kids to behave. Over, and over, and over again.

Would some of their personality change with this update? It shouldn’t as it was just getting a new body. But what if it did? What if by separating them? They would lose the part of themselves that made them love each other.

He shook his head, that was outrageous. Downright impossible. He knew that. And yet. He looked down at the plushies in his arms. The grins on them, that just like their own never-changing faceplates. Where stuck with their one emotion.

Lately, all feelings had gotten so big. And they both lacked room to express themselves. Drivers for sensors that weren't there. Code still evolving as their sentience did. But with this new body, they should be able to now. But they could hate it. Hate it so much that they'll annoy each other to death. Or what if what he found endearing now would become grating?

He never wants to make Sunny feel bad about himself in any way. Too many of the staff and parents already did that. He'd never forgive himself if he became another voice adding to that.

But what if Sun changed?… What if he lost him? Not in the way that Sun wouldn't turn on again. But slowly they'll drift apart again. That Sun realized that what he had felt hadn't been love after all.

It was a miracle Sun still liked him after the virus. The fact that he was loved by his solar counterpart. Was a wonder in and of itself He wouldn't be able to go back to their old relationship. He had longed for Sun. Even trapped as he was. That Sun had been safe. Was reason enough to keep fighting the virus.

He wasn't about to lose it all again. The thought was terrifying him.

“Moony!”

His visual feed sprang back to life.

He had crouched down at some point. Arms wrapped tightly around himself. The plushie's being squeezed into his chest. Nails slightly digging into his upper arms leaving thin withe scratches into the paint.

His voice box was letting out static sounds of simulated breathing. He tried to reset it. Tried to get everything back under control. It felt like his code had screeched to a halt. And yet at the same time was processing twice as fast.

There was a warm sensation across his entire front.

Sun

Sun was hugging him from within their shared mind. Or at least trying to. His chest mostly felt kinda warm, and something was on his back. But he couldn't tell if that were supposed to be Sun's hands or arms.

Projecting sensations was awkward and weird. But Sun was there. Trying his hardest to send the sensations across. He wondered how long Sun had been awake. How many times had he called to him, and he just didn’t hear it? Just too lost inside his own head

He couldn't see anything. He was just staring across their blank room. His red eyes lit the place. As he slowly realized Sun had switched to murmuring sweet reassures in their mind. He tilted his head slightly as he let that warm voice coax over him.

“I’ve got you okay, Moonlight. We are gonna be okay. We'll be together every step of the way. You will not lose me”

A soft laugh came up from somewhere deep inside his voice box. He wondered how much of his thoughts he had spoken out, or maybe just thought loud enough for his counterpart to hear. It didn’t matter. He was here.

“M-morning…sunshine”

The warmth around him shifted slightly like Sun had pulled back.

“Oh…Moonbeam”

He could hear the worry laced into the voice in his mind. He tried to send something reassuring back, but it felt disingenuous. Seemed he fell apart at the end anyway. He had wanted to be strong enough for both of them

But look at him. He was still jittering all over from his own induced spiral. He shut down his eyes. Trying to reset everything back into working order. But he was interrupted as he felt warm fluttering sensations all over the top of his faceplate.

Sun was leaving fleeting kisses. His own arms reached up as If to hold him. Only encountering air.

Sun wasn't there he knew. He had seen Sun do this so many times. He never had himself. And if felt crushing. To long for that comforting touch and not able to fully feel it.

Did Sun feel this every time he spiraled? How did he deal with that crushing longing? His nails dug further into his arm where he was holding it. Just trying to feel that phantom sensation realized.

“Hey…No...No…Moonie. It is okay. Don't damage your pretty casing. It’s gonna be alright. We'll be together the whole time. Just like you've been telling me. “

Sun was probably trying to hold him tighter. Instead. It just kinda felt like he was pressed more around him. And it made another glitched laugh come from his voice box. With his software still all scrambled, and hearing Sun’s worried voice. He spoke something he had wanted to say for a while but didn’t dare cause he didn’t want to worry Sun further.

“I’m scared….I am so fucking scared Sun”

He heard Sun softly gasp in his mind. Yet that surrounding heat didn't pull away. It seemed to only increase. He wondered what it would feel like. He would likely be squeezed to death. It would be kind of nice honestly.

“Moon…”

It sounded so heartbroken. It made him shiver. The metal of their exoskeleton slides together. Making a harsh sound as it ground together. The next words tumbling out of his mouth without his permission

“I can't lose you again”

He whispered. And there was a terrible shameful feeling crawling all over him. He was supposed to be the stronger one. He had been holding Sun through every part of this. Even as his own fears started to build. It would be okay though, cause the promised outcome was something they had both been longing for. They had agreed to this. It just…now that it was here, really happening.

The thought that he could lose the one he loved more than anything. It was making his wires twist. Felt like cables were in all the wrong ports. Because he couldn’t do anything. Couldn’t control a thing. He had to leave his fate in the hands of humans. That could just so easily have lied to them again. Done everything to get them to comply.

It was funny. Normally Sun was the one that would worry themselves sick. Thinking of the worst outcomes. And when those had solutions somehow came up with ten more. He had talked with him about every single one. Why this was a good idea. Why he could trust the new people? Everything.

Yet now all that logic had flow out the window. The only thought that ran through his code was that he be all on his own again. Something trying to hurt him, something trying to hurt Sun.

They’d promise each other they would never let that happen again.

And now they were trusting their entire beings over to some humans, just so they could finally be their own separate bots.

“Moondrop…I….”

Sun's voice sounded staticky, the same way he did as he was upset. and his music box in their chest comes to life, letting out a few awful distorted sounds. The closed thing he could get to a sob.

“My precious Moonlight. I know you're scared….I am too… I am so…f-....fu-…fu-....Oh, come on!”

He let out a small giggle. Sunny trying to get over the profanity filter for his sake was so endearing. Of all the things to almost make the sunny animatronic try and break it. It of course would be to reassure him.

He could almost see the pout on his partner's face. His nails slowly let go of his exoskeleton as he tried to stifle the giggle trying to come up at hearing his partner's adorable frustrated noises. Suddenly such a silly normal thing, in this insane hurricane of emotions.

“Oh hush Moon, it ain't funny. I am trying to be sincere here!”

He laughed a bit louder, the warmth soothing some of the cold fear that had threatened to consume him

“I know Sunshine…Thank you”

He felt something warm at the bottom of his faceplate. Like Sun was trying to make him look up. It surprised him so much that he jolted back into their visual feed. Only to still see their blank walls.

Was Sun trying to cup his face?

“What I was trying to say. Is that's okay to be scared. Of course, you’re scared! They are gonna go into the core of our beings. And mess with it to separate us. It's invasive, weird, and scary. “

Sun stopped for a moment. And he could feel that anxiety that he had felt coming from his partner these last few months. But especially the last week. Just skyrocket before tempering down again.

“But! But…but…we are not alone this time. It's not just you…or just me going in. We'll be together. Every step. And it's not like last time when no one knows what's happening. The Glamrocks are looking out for us as well now! And! And! All their new big upgrades went fine, right? We can do this. Just as long as we are together. We can do anything Even facing the scariest decision of our lives”

He states into the space where his partner is. The fear wasn't gone. No not by a long shot. But it didn't feel like he was suspended outside his code anymore. Like one wrong step could make him fall apart.

“You’re right. You are absolutely right Sunny “

He felt his counterpart fluster slightly at the genuine praise. Slowly his body felt like it was his own again.

“Thank you…”

He felt Sun shake his head

“No need. Happy to be able to help you for once “

He reached up again. To where he assumed Sun's face would be. It still hurt he wasn't actually touching anything. But he didn't care how silly this looked, it made him feel closer to his other half. And that was most important right now

“ You’ve always done that. “

Sun's rays weren't able to spin in his code. But he could feel them wanting to from behind their faceplate where they were hidden in their little housings.

“Kiss me…please.”

He asked desperately, Wanting that sensation. That feeling of closeness. Sun let out an eager sound. And then he felt that warmth that was so familiar against his ever-present smile.

He stared into the space where he thought Sun’s face would be. Thinking of his faceplate pressed right up against his own. The similar design made it so every part of their face would be touching in some odd way.

But it would feel so good. And he would hold onto his partner's faceplate. His rays probably having been retracted slightly to give his hands some room. His own face threatening to spin in place but held there in gentle hands. And the warmth it was given now. He wished he could blush so Sun could see what this was doing to him

He wished he could change his expression and see what the humans liked about sliding lips together. Then the sensation stopped

He leaned forward, before slowly slumping over as he lost control over the body. And it was Sun's time to take control.

“Whoo…oh ow!”

Sun caught their slumping body just in time. But he scrambled as he heard the yelp of pain. Quickly cutting into their visual feed. Trying to see what might have hurt them. Even though he was still quite scrambled from the sudden switch.

He felt the cord unplug from the back of their head. They had been fully charged.

“You okay Sunshine?”

Sun slowly rose up and rubbed the back of his head

“Yeah… just…tugged a little”

He felt Sun stare around the room. Knuckles knocking together. His own anxieties clearly showing. Before bending down and picking up the fallen down plushies.

“Well….it's time to go…isn't it?”

Both of them were still highly strung up. But he gave a nod. Wrapping his code as much as he could around Suns. Trying to tug at all the sensors for touch that he could reach. So Sun would know he was right there.

Sun walked to the door, into the hidden hallway that led to the theatre. There were all the boxes with their stuff, things they thought to keep for when their new room was finished and could decorate again.

Sun walked to the one open box. And gingerly and carefully put the two plushies inside. Stroking both tenderly before closing it. And taping it shut. So hopefully, truly no one would touch their belongings.

Sun's hands rested on the edge of the box. And he was standing still. Not even swaying in place. The distinct lack of bell sounds.

“ Together.. “

He whispered to Sun. Holding on tighter.

“Together still”

Sun whispered with a nod.

“Forever”.

He promised. And he felt Sun's fluster Happy response as his rays spun. The daycare animatronic slowly made his way out of the daycare to the maintenance tunnels

All the while both of them kept whispering to each other. That they were gonna be fine, they’d gonna be together. And that they loved each other.

So busy with their internal monologue. They were shocked when Sun almost bumped into someone. He shook himself out of their calming mantra. Surprised to see the star of the Plex himself

Freddy

“There you are Sundrop”

He said with a friendly smile as Sun took a step back.

“F-freddy?! “

He noticed something shift behind the big bear and pointed it out to his solar counterpart. Who looked past the big animatronic and see

Everyone

Everyone was here

“What? What are you all doing here?”

Sun asked, surprised

“We here to wish you luck of course!”

Chica chirped happily. And a different kind of warmth filled their entire system. The other three nodded.

“Yeah. It ain't every day. Someone gets this big an upgrade..so we thought it would be nice for you and Moonman to not be alone” Monthly proclaimed proudly and for once he didn’t snort at the silly nickname. For once it felt kinda sweet.

“And besides we gotta make clear to those maintenance people. That they better not mess up one of our friends”

Roxy cracked her knuckles as she said it. Monty agreed with her as Chica started to whisper something about no violence against the workers. Which Roxanne waved off. Freddy came up and took a gentle hold of Sun’s shoulders.

“The two of you are not on your own anymore. We'll help in any way we can. And are excitedly waiting to see the both of you in a week's time”

Sun's rays were spinning widely even though he was not in control. His music box let out a few notes from their chest. He hadn't expected them to show up. He knew they cared now but this. This he had never expected.

“Everyone…I…no we…thank you so much”

Sun finally said happily.

The doors behind the Glamrocks opened. Behind them appeared their familiar regular mechanic who didn't seem surprised to see everyone here

“So…we all ready to go”

Sun froze up. And he himself wasn't much better. Both of them tried to calm each other down in their shared mind. The others seemed to pick up on their frozen state.

“ I think they need a bit of encouragement “

Chica offered. Coming over to them where Freddy was still holding onto Sun's arms

“I think it's time for one last group hug!”

And then threw herself at Sun and Freddy hugging them both

“heck yeah. Good idea”

Mothy bounted closer and warped his strong arms around them and Roxy joined in from the other side.

Sun let out a surprise gasp. He had not yet been in the middle of a cuddle pile unlike he had been that one time after that one fight they had had. He felt the phantom of it now. And wrapped as close to Sun as he could so he would notice everyone.

Sun was shaking. But he could feel it The happiness crawled through all of their wires. Sun deserved to feel this happy more often. And he made a mental note to see if he could get group hugs to happen more for his partner as well. And he also felt Sun saving this memory in their special folder. Where no employee could access it.

After a couple of minutes. Sun was let go by the others. Though he didn't loosen his own hold. He wasn’t gonna let go. He was gonna stay pressed up against Sunny until they were getting shut down. The mechanic was still patiently waiting.

“A-again..t-thank you. Everyone”

Sun turned to the human

“Ready”

They got some last reassurance clasps on the back and followed the human inside. He kept close as Sun was instructed into the giant metal cylinder. Kept a hold of his code as they were strapped in, pulling into the big computer.

The last thing they sent across before they were shut down was.

“I love you Sundrop”

“And I love you Moondrop”

Next Chapter

[nicole-from-co09]

How’s ur mom issues?

uh, if by that you mean you're asking about my mom's issues then yeah she's as fucked up as ever. hasn't been able to find husband #9 yet so she's been taking it out on the house, like she's been getting into all these home renovation shows and she thinks she's gonna remodel the living room into one of those rockstar mansions you see on cribs. like no, mom, you can't even find a guy to date you - and men will literally cream themselves over anything with tits - how the fuck are you supposed to get your hands on an indoor fountain?

god i hope this phase passes soon because if she actually does build that fountain there's a good chance i'm gonna drown myself in it

[unsimspirational]

This is Rebel, a model, and the long-time girlfriend of the rockstar. After her parents retired and moved away, she continued to live in the family home, renovating it slowly over the years.

Because of her job, she's come to know many people who've helped her career. One of these people is the reason she's now secured a lucrative modeling job. Rebel has recruited her friends for the job. Not only because the job requires other models but, because her friends will be joining her for another reason altogether.

[squirrellypoo]

Is Dubai later than we think?

At the end of season 1, we still don’t yet know where the Dubai scenes fit in with the wider book timeline. It feels like the general fandom consensus is that it's at a point when Lestat is incapacitated, either in the ground (TVL) or possibly comatose elsewhere in the penthouse (Merrick, which could possibly account for The Groan?).

However, I saw someone recently suggest that the Dubai scenes could be set during the early Prince Lestat era, and I like this for a number of reasons. I’ll try my best to keep this spoiler-free for non-book readers!

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Placing Dubai in the early PL era gives a different, yet equally plausible reason why Lestat hasn’t turned up in Dubai yet - he’s busy renovating the Auvergne castle and setting up the Court. In the books, Louis was hesitant to come to Court at first, and stayed with Armand at Trinity Gate, even though he and Lestat were in contact regularly. Dubai could easily be a Trinity Gate replacement in the show and not really lose anything.

Placing Dubai at the Prince Lestat time means that TVL, QOTD, TOTBT, Memnoch, and Merrick have all already happened in the grand Vampire Chronicles timeline. The latter is extremely important for Louis’ character development, and could explain why his feelings for Lestat have changed so much since the first interview. It would also explain how Louis’s powers have increased (hello, Fire Gift!) as he gets an inadvertent “upgrade” during Merrick.

Likewise, it means we could see rockstar Lestat in a different era - think late glam rock, 80s hair rock (as in the books) or even 1990s grunge, and still have decades of time left between that and present day to fit in the rest of the intervening books’ plots.

Also, I just want to point out that even if the events of TVL-Merrick have already happened, doesn’t mean the books have been written yet “in universe”. In the books, Louis/Daniel publishing IWTV is the catalyst for Lestat to write TVL, and then all the rest. So Daniel not knowing about the vampire books wouldn’t be a problem, and let’s be fair, even if rockstar Lestat already happened but not written about, it wouldn’t have necessarily been on his radar (esp if Lestat’s career was as short-lived as in the books).

As much as I’d love to see these books' events happen “in present day”, I think narratively they make more sense being told as flashback stories, a’la season 1. It allows for more time to pass between events, but also to continue the framing of the show as being told to an interviewer. This means we get to carry on with the “Memory is a Monster” and unreliable narrator themes, too.

If this is somehow the way the show is going, it’s going to be WILD to get the first glimpse of modern day Lestat, because he gained significant powers in QOTD (and then again near the end of PL) that are going to be a huge contrast to what we’ve seen so far in Louis’s memories of their time together at Rue Royale. It would also add more colour to Louis and Armand’s relationship to see them weather multiple huge crises together rather than just fading into comfortable complacency as in the books.

In any case, I’m not 100% convinced this is the case, but it’s interesting to think about how the show might handle the differing timelines between it and the book. I love that, even after nearly 30 years of reading these books, this show can still surprise and delight, and keep me guessing.