#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.

[oneforthemunny]

How do nepo and rockstar!eddie keep the girls out of the love dungeon 👀 we know it’s going to be locked obviously, BUT those girls are sneaky they would find a way to get into that room bc why would they not be allowed into a room in their house 🧐🤨 oh they would be so traumatized 😭

i like to think it's next to eddie's basement studio/ office and when the girls came along he and nb were like... oh shit we gotta lock this up lmao.

in true eddie munson style, he has a 'secret door' built into a book shelf like all the movies he saw as a kid. looks like a regular book shelf in his office but opens to the dungeon door- which still has a lock on it bc nb is a little neurotic and scared the girls will get in.

which they do discover the door. ofc it's the twins who do.

"i didn't even know that was there." eddie bluffs the best he can feigning surprise. "babe, did you know there's a door back here?"

"nope."

"no, the realtor didn't show us that when we bought the place. that's weird. probably an addition they covered when they added on to the house."

which curves the girl's curiosity for years. literally years they believed it and kinda forgot about it until they're a lot older like grown and eddie mentions something about building the house.

"wait, you built the house? i thought you bought it from someone?" sicily asks.

"no, we built it. the palm springs house we bought and renovated." nb hums.

"wait, but you said that door in dad's office behind the bookshelf was covered over by the original owners when they added onto the house." sienna frowns.

the table goes so quiet and still, nb looking at eddie with frozen faces, the girls watching carefully.

"well, i must have forgotten about that room."

"you forgot? why would you build a shelf over it-"

"-i don't know, persephone, i-i used to do a lot of drugs ok?" eddie snaps, a little frantic.

nb nods awkwardly. "that's why you shouldn't do drugs, girls. let dad be a lesson."

[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.

[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.

[sorenphelps]

Continuing with @lilacella’s Sirius birthday week event: “Non-Magic AU Headcanons. What would he be like outside the HP universe?”

He is a rockstar, duh! Link to my rockstar AU tag, enjoy!

Also here's a link to a post where I explain why i think that he'd be a good internal auditor/ fraud investigator!

I like him being a computer science nerd too, coding/robotics, or any kind of engineering fits him too!

I like the idea of the Black family being (at least partly) actual nobles, with a title and estates, a seat at the House of Lords and all that. Sirius running away and getting blasted off the Tapestry can have a larger impact!

While I just don't see him as a social worker himself, I think he is a publicly vocal activist and maybe even an editor of a newspaper / host of a podcast about political and cultural issues.

He might have been a UN / NATO soldier for a while? I can see him as a very talented sniper (it requires a wide range of skills and mindpower!), that he actually hated a lot (it was too sneaky for his taste), so he eventually deserted. He still does (selected parts of) the physical training excercises of the military tho, because he enjoys the routine it gives to his everyday life.

He for sure owns an industrial stlye penthouse flat (link to my thoughts about this), that he renovated and repurposed himself.

He can cook, but doesn't like to do it for only himself.

[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 :]

[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.

[angelllbby222]

hey guys i’m starting a new series about 80’s rockstar izzy stradlin & axl rose…hope u guys like it :))<33

original characters : maddy mckagan

i do not own any other characters!!!

summary 🎀 : Maddy Mckagan, a young woman, has an older brother named Duff, who is a member of the rock band Guns N' Roses. When Maddy is finally old enough to visit her brother in Los Angeles and discover the Sunset Strip, she develops feelings for Izzy Stradlin, one of Duff's best friends and band mates who is considered off-limits, but what happens when the lead singer, Axl Rose, falls for Maddy as well, causing her to become embroiled in a tug of war between the two rockstars?

Maddy P.O.V

"PLEASE!" I yelled tugging at my mother's cashmere scarf and pleading with her to let me go with my older brother Duff to L.A.

"Absolutely not young lady. There is no place for a young lady as yourself in a place like the Sunset Strip." she scoffed making a disgusted expression.

"Are you aware of what goes down on that god forsaken street full of egos driven by the devil." she sang going on and on about how dangerous they were and how the band KISS was all but a satanic cult.

"You're letting Duff go!" I whined on the brink of tears.

"That's because he is a grown man who is more than capable of taking care of himself rather than a 16 year old child as yourself."

"But mom-

"End of discussion Maddy. Enough!" my mother shouted slamming her hands on the island counter before trudging herself back into her room.

"URGHHH." I screamed running back up to my room and slamming the door shut.

I hate this.

I cannot believe my mother let Duff go by road to discover L.A and I have to be stuck in boring old Seattle.

1 year later (summer)

Don't ask me how I did it.

I single handedly convinced my mother to let me spend the summer in L.A with Duff since I was turning 17 soon.

Well not really single handedly because I might have made a few calls to Duff.

And a few days later I was staying with my brother in his lavishly renovated apartment he bought with his newfound fame as Duff Mckagan of Guns N' Roses.

"Duffy. This apartment is so rad. Mom would freak if she ever saw this." I exclaimed looking around the place which was covered in Duff's records from his band.

"Yeah I know." my brother grinned looking around at the larger than life living room.

"So when are your friends coming back to hang?" I asked suddenly more curious about the group of young men whom my brother considered band mates as well as best friends.

"Not sure."

"Izzy might come here to crash while he gets sorted out about his own place." he said while smoking a joint and washing it down with a Jack Daniel's.

"Mom would literally kill you if she ever saw what you and your friends do together." I sighed staring at my brothers hands which were occupied with my mothers worst enemy.

"Don't tell me what to do Maddy. You're like a child telling a grown adult what to do.”

“I'm four years older than you.. don't forget that."

"And don't act like such a prude when my friends are around. It fucking kills the mood."

"I love you but loosen up a bit." he smiled giving me a kiss on the forehead before retreating back to his room for the night.

I scoffed.

I was the complete opposite of my brother. Whereas he was the extrovert outgoing one.

And I was the quiet and reserved one.

But not on purpose. I just didn’t know how to make friends as easily as Duff did.

He always had the girls going crazy and he never had a problem fitting in with the cool crowd.

"Maddy can you get the door please. For gods sake." my brother yelled snapping me out of my thoughts.

"ALRIGHT." I yelled making a dash for the door not even bothering to think twice before opening it.

"Oh hey. Is your brother around?" Izzy asked.

Izzy

Izzy was one of my brothers band mates and also one of my biggest fucking crushes ever since I had met Guns N' Roses.

He had a natural charisma about him that made me very attracted to him.

"Duff. Izzy's here to see you." I said to my brother who was busy getting crossfaded in his room.

"Coming!" he slurred.

"You can come in." I smiled nervously.

"Nah it's okay. I can't stay for too long." he told me, briefly scanning over my half exposed pajama set.

“Oh s-sorry. I didn’t know Duff would have company.” I apologized pulling my shirt down to cover my wedgie in the front and back….

"I don't mind." he smirked taking another sneaky glance before nodding at Duff who finally arrived stumbling out of the room.

"Maddy you're barely wearing any clothes. Get inside." he grunted shoving me towards my room.

I happily obliged unable to face Izzy any longer with my attire or with my face which was definitely as red as a tomato by now.

I closed the door behind me and couldn't wipe the big dumb grin off my face.

Izzy was going to be the best part of this whole trip. I just knew it.

[shhquietmoths]

staticguitar fanfic is go wow yay hoorah

made this for the 3 other people who like this ship. rating is M because, y'know, hellaverse standard. unhealthy dynamics ahead, Vox being Vox, Adam being Adam, suggestive but not exactly explicit and will certainly be continued-- Summary as on Ao3:

Three months later, and the novelty of having the only other archangel in Hell under Vox’s authority hadn’t worn off, his careful plans to renovate Adam's image into Hell's newest up-and-coming rockstar going surprisingly well, and would keep going well so long as he always stayed in his gilded cage and under Vox's close supervision.

However, it turns out pet care is more complicated than Vox had originally anticipated for angels, and finds an intended business meeting derailed by Adam's need for wingcare.

(Post-Episode 8 AU in which Adam becomes fallen and is immediately snatched up by Vox because who doesn't want their own personal holy weapon of mass destruction?)

[summerlycoris]

Is it really a birthday party if you wake up in a hospital?

Chapter 11- Iron out saudade, and wrinkles unfold.

A03 link- here

Chonological Tumblr Link- here.

The first thing Cassie noticed, after the long drive home, was how everything had changed. Sure, Mom had already talked about it on the drive home. How she’d renovated the bathroom downstairs, and moved Cassie’s stuff into the guest bedroom. 

(… Well, it had been a guest bedroom. Until Gregory and his family moved here. Then it pretty much became his room, for any night that he stayed over.)

But talk hadn't prepared her for what that would look like.

The entire layout of the room had changed. Her bed was there. On the opposite wall to where Gregory’s bed used to be. Her collection of plushies were in her toy box, besides her bed. Except for her big Roxy plushie, which sat near her desk. And she could see her sewing kit and machine, on her small red desk. 

Her laptop, however, was M.I.A. And the big wooden desk where Dad’s old desktop computer had sat was gone too.

In the cupboard, and dresser, were what clothes she hadn't taken with her to Salt Lake City. She could see them through the sliding door of the closest- that never completely shut, due to wear and tear.

On the walls were her mirrors, and her posters. Including the photos she'd taken with her old ‘friends’, and with Gregory. 

Photos of her and her friends out at the mall, sharing pizza at the Pizzaplex, painting each other's nails, going roller skating at the rink (while they had to basically hold Cassie up- she'd already fallen over five times before the photo was taken, and the massive bruise on her cheek was immortalized in that photo.) And, of course, photos of them at her ninth, tenth and eleventh birthdays. Because back then, they still thought she was cool.

(She hoped, anyway. Sometimes, when she looked at the ones from eleven, she swore she could see a hint of frustration on their faces. Like they were just putting up with her. Waiting for the moment to drop her like a rock, the moment when she finally stopped being worth it to keep around.)

There were also photos of her and Gregory mixed in. At Sand Hollow State Park. At Roxy Racers, just after a race. (Cassie had won against Gregory, that time. But she got the feeling he'd been throwing.), at his twelfth, thirteenth, and fourteenth birthday parties. At her ninth, tenth and eleventh… until there was nothing. Nothing except old photos of Gregory and his family, from when he was in elementary. Of when he was a kid living far away. 

He looks so similar as a little kid, to how he looked before disappearing. Yet still unrecognizable. 

All of those were tacked up in a heart shape. The photos that she'd kind of been intending on taking down. At least, the ones of her ‘friends’. But… she hadn't had anything good to put in their place. And it almost felt like an admission of failure. That she couldn't keep them interested in her. And with everything that had happened recently… seeing these photos of him felt like she was being stabbed in the heart.

Because now, they are here. Meticulously arranged, exactly as she'd had them in her old room. Just next to her computer desk. Directly across from her bed. So that every morning, when she’d wake up and get up, she’d see them first.

She wished they weren't. Because previously, she could at least remember Gregory, and wonder what they'd do if he ever came back. Now… Well, now she knew what he'd do.

She tore her eyes away, catching a strange glance from Mom. Then she sat down on the bed, resting her crutches to the side. She felt something hit her side- looking down, she saw an old Freddy plushie. Not a Glamrock Freddy- but an old plushie of an older variant. Rockstar Freddy. The one Gregory had given to her years ago.

That confused her- he previously stayed with the rest of her collection, in her toybox. So why… She looked up at Mom, who was looking at her, clasping her hands. Almost like she was… waiting?

“Mom?”

She started a little, before reclasping her hands. “Well, Starbright, what do you think? I know this room is… a lot smaller than your old one. And this used to be Gregory’s room, so you probably have some mixed feelings about it… but you don't need to worry! His drawings, and personal items have all been moved upstairs. Nothing has been thrown away.”

She… doesn't understand. Because of course she doesn't- I can't tell her…

“Um. Yeah. Great. Thank you.” She could see the bag Mom had been carrying, with Cassie's Roxy plushie and her clothes from rehab, was sat on the floor near her cupboard, waiting for her to unpack it. She grabbed up the Freddy plushie into her hands, and looked at it. With one of his eyes, and his star button hanging loose. And a few stitches on his ear. Gregory had given it to her for her ninth birthday. Because it was a rare plushie he had. 

(‘And you have the rest of the rockstars, so it makes sense to complete that collection!’)

Cassie felt a weight beside her, and heard the creaking of springs. Before she felt Moms arm wrap around her shoulders, and tug her in closer. “I know that everything can be a bit… much. I just want you to know- I'm here, and I'm happy to listen to you, if you want to talk.”

And she was so tempted- to just spill about everything. Tell Mom how this hurt- why it hurt. But how could she do that to her? When Mom loved Gregory like her own nephew. When telling her would break down her last hope of something going back to normal again.

She couldn't tell Mom. There was just no way. Instead, she threw the plushie at the photos, then clung to her Mom, burying her face into her chest. She could feel tears prickling at the corners of her eyes. Could hear muffled-sounding sobs. Could feel Moms arms wrap around her back, with a “Shhh, shhh, Cassie… It'll be okay. I've got you…”

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Cassie and Mom had sat there like that for what felt like forever. Until Mom pulled away, and asked her a question, while wiping the remaining tears away with a hankie. “It's been a rough day already, do you wanna get showered and changed, then we can go out together to get some food?”

She nodded in agreement, so Mom showed her the bathroom. Previously, this bathroom just had a toilet, and sink. Now, it had a shower, with a chair there to sit in, and grab bars throughout, like the bathrooms back at the hospital and rehab center. The toilet had been moved, to make extra space for the shower. 

However, Cassie’s attention was caught by the sink. More specifically, what was on the sink.

“Mom! They can't stay there!” She cried, nearly losing her footing trying to get to the sink. On top, near her toothbrush and toothpaste, were some packets of… don't wanna think about it- She scooped them up, and quickly shoved them into the medicine cabinet, before slamming that door shut. 

“Cassie? They're not going to be useful up in the medicine cabinet. What if you need them?”

“If I ‘need them’, then I'll grab them, okay? They don't- what if someone visits and sees them?!”

Mom looked at her weirdly. “Nobody would even notice, Cassie. And even if they did notice, they likely wouldn't know what they were.”

That didn't make Cassie feel any better. “They're staying in the cabinet, like the pads!”

Mom sighed. “Okay, they can stay in the cabinet.” she turned to walk out, before stopping. “Did you want to pick out some clothes, first? Or just wear what you've got now?”

She hadn't really considered needing to take clothes here. Her old bedroom had a jack and jill bathroom- so she could just immediately be in her room and grab some clothes. 

That… wouldn’t work here. Unless she wanted to be wandering the hallway in a towel (With crutches?! How would that work?) She would need to do things differently. 

“... Yeah, I’ll go get some clothes first.” She said. Then went back to her room, while Mom went out to the living room.

The closet Cassie had now was a lot smaller than her old one. Though, she now had a dresser… So, in theory, all her clothes should be here. Especially the ones Mom didn’t pack to take to hospital, or to rehab.

She checked the closet. She opened all the drawers in the dresser, and rummaged around.

Should be…

She tried again. Maybe I was having a boy look the first time around?

…

But they weren't there. 

At least she had some similar jean shorts inside.

She sighed, and went out to the living room. “Mom, do you know where my clothes are? From the day I was found?”

Mom looked up at her, before quickly glancing away. “Well… Starbright. When you were found, they needed to know how exactly you were injured. And they couldn’t move you around much at all. So… they cut your clothes off. 

She stood there in shock.

In retrospect, she should have expected this. To wake up in a hospital gown, they would’ve needed to remove her damaged clothes somehow.

Still, to have her clothes cut up?

“Did they… throw them away afterwards?” She whispered. 

Mom shook her head, and stood up. Walking over to her- “No, they didn’t throw your clothes away. I've kept them, to see what you wanted to do with them. Want to come take a look?”

Cassie nodded, and followed Mom out into the garage. Her car was inside, but it was small and easy to get around. The washer and dryer sat against a wall. 

On top of the dryer, was a bucket, containing what looked like a garbage bag. A garbage bag that Mom went and grabbed.

Cassie’s heart sank. Now she wasn't sure if she wanted to see her damaged clothes, after all. 

Mom put the bucket on the ground and pulled out the stained, moldy, and dirty scraps of material from the garbage bag. Putting the scraps on top of the dryer. 

“I tried to wash them… but I was scared they’d rip and be completely destroyed in the machines. So it was only a hand wash.”

There were scraps of her red button-up- that she’d sewn herself, during her first year of intermediate school. And embroidered the flowers by hand. She’d got an A+ for that piece, in Home Ec. 

Her plain white shirt, purple leggings, and jean shorts- not the biggest loss, they could be replaced… 

(I’d still prefer to have them…)

… Her badge, and her bracelets.

The stretchy one was just. Busted. It could go to the bin. The beads? Were luckily bagged along with the badge from her button up, so they weren’t rolling everywhere. She could boil to disinfect and reuse them. Those silicone beads had been hard to find. The badge? Looked like it had gotten bent up in the fall. But it was metal- it could be straightened…

And the things that really kicked her while she was down- her Roxy light ups.

The shoes? So broken. She could see wires cut from the light up mechanism. Not that that worked anymore- it had finally given up the ghost when Monty knocked her into the sewers. 

Still, that one hurt. She’d had those shoes for years, and had grown into them.

And now they were ruined. 

She sighed while leaning heavily on her crutches, as she rifled through the scraps. Pushing anything she could reuse over to the left side. Which wasn’t much- but the beads could be rethreaded. And she could keep the badge.

The rest would have to go. She could remake the button up. She still had the pattern- maybe in white, with red flowers next time? Or purple and red? She could buy more clothes to replace most of what she lost. 

The shoes… 

Mom must've seen how conflicted she looked, as she debated whether to push them to the ‘keep’ side, or ‘throw’ side. 

“If it makes you feel any better, Starbright, the shoes you have now are pretty cute. And I know you can make them even cuter.”

She looked down, at her sparkly red sneakers. They were kinda plain… but Mom was right- they had potential. She could add some embellishments- maybe some patches on the non-glittery segments? Some pretty purple laces to replace the black ones? She could mix some spare beads into her laces, like the beads on wheel spokes some kids have on their bikes?

“Yeah, you’re right. She pushed her old light ups to the ‘throw’ side. 

It kinda felt like an era of her life was coming to an end. Or maybe she was being melodramatic.

I’m a teen now, I’m allowed to be melodramatic.

“These ones can go in the bin.” She said, pointing to the bigger pile, then to the smaller one. “I can still use the beads and badge.”

Mom nodded, and put the bigger pile back into the rubbish bag, before tying a knot. 

She patted Cassie on the shoulder, before heading back into the house. Cassie could hear the distinctive squeak of the back door opening- Mom was taking it out to the big bin.

Luckily, the beads are in a little zip lock bag. Cassie thought, as she held it in one hand while grabbing her crutches again. Kind of loosely grabbed because one of her hands was full. But at least she could still walk with them.

She took her beads and badge to the kitchen, and started boiling some water. And debated- should she try to clean the stains first? 

(Would they even wash out?)

She gave it a go, at the sink. After ten minutes, nothing had changed. They still had marks on them.

Not that she’d been expecting to get them clean again.

When she got the boiling pot off the stove, she left it on the drainer, put the beads and badge into the pot, and put a lid on top. She’d leave it until they’d get back and they should be sanitized at least. Then she washed her hands, just as Mom came back in. 

“Well, Cassie, how about you go find some new clothes, and we’ll go somewhere special for lunch?”

She nodded, and left to go get ready. 

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Lunch was somewhere special- at a diner in Hurricane. Old fashioned, like it had never left the fifties. Kinda looks like the old ice cream place in Bonnie Bowl. Cassie had been here before with her family- her whole family, plus some. Mom, Dad, Andy, Aunt and Uncle Miskovsky, Gre-

She shook that thought out of her head before it could make her sad. I’m not gonna let him ruin this for me, too. 

Her and Mom were sitting at a small table, off to the back of the diner. It was next to a window, with a surprisingly good view- it pointed backwards, away from the carpark out front. And faced a park, with a creek running through it, and some apartments behind it. 

It was always nice here. Not as interesting as going to the Pizzaplex had been- but the food tasted good. And sometimes, if she brings her pocket money, she could go to the jukebox and plug some songs in. Though, she’d forgotten to bring her purse today. 

They’d already ordered, and were slowly eating their lunch. Mom had picked out a toastie with salad, while Cassie had picked out a cheeseburger and chips. 

Out the window, Cassie could see some kids playing at that park. There wasn't a playground there, or anything much. (Except one lonely basketball hoop.) But they’d brought out kites, and some were climbing a nearby tree. Some more were wading in a creek- in fact- wait, I swear that kid is Lawrence? 

One of the kids playing basketball looked like Lawrence. With his familiar chair, and his right arm curled up, but the other arm in the air. Like he was asking for someone to pass the ball to him. 

She waved, but he was busy, and far away. He didn’t see her.

This sight helped make her feel a bit better, after. Well. Everything today. 

I’ll ask him a bit later, and let him know I saw him from the diner. 

“What's got you looking so bright, all of a sudden?” Mom asked, with a smile on her face. 

Cassie turned back from the window. “I just saw a friend of mine, playing basketball. He’s out there with some other kids, probably neighbors?” She took a few more bites of her burger, before asking Mom a question. “Hey Mom, when am I going back to school? Real school, I mean.”

Mom put down her half eaten sandwich, before wiping her mouth with a napkin. The way she constantly reminded Cassie to do. “Well, that’s something I needed to talk to you about. I’ve talked to the principal of the middle school, to see about getting you back into classes again for the next quarter. But we need to go have a chat at the school, to see what kibds of accommodations you need. And if you still want to take the subjects you’d selected earlier… I’ve got a meeting with the principal tomorrow, and I would like you to come with me.”

Cassie nodded. She’d been enrolled there, even if she’d never had the chance to go there yet. And she’d already picked out her classes- she’d made sure to pick Home Ec as an elective again. And had picked art, as well. 

Though, she wondered how school would work for her. She could probably take the regular school bus. (Please not the short bus please not the short bus-) But where would it pick her up? At the same bus stop she used when she was in Intermediate? Because that was a fair bit away from home- and she wasn’t confident getting there on crutches. There wasn’t even a footpath for half the journey there. 

She was distracted from these thoughts, when Mom spoke up again. 

“Also, I’ve got something else to mention. Andy is going to be coming home in a few days. She’ll be looking after you, while I’m busy. She and I will alternate taking you to school and picking you up.” 

Cassie’s shoulders slumped, and she groaned. Previously, she’d been allowed to be at home by herself while Mom was working. She’d had some independence. But now Andy was coming back? To babysit her? 

“Mo-om. I’m a teen now! I don’t need a babysitter-” she whined. 

Mom shushed her, waving her finger. “Oh yes you do! You left home- no note, no phone call- and went to a dangerous place because of some forum message-”

“It was not ‘just some forum message’-”

“-Instead of ringing the police and asking them to help Gregory. Right now, Cassie, I can’t trust you to keep yourself safe!”

She grumbled, and crossed her arms. “Do you really think I’ll do it again…?”

“I hope not. But I’m not taking any chances.” Mom said, crossing her own arms. “Don’t be sulky with me, young lady. I’m being lenient- most parents would ground you until you graduate, for such behavior. This is hardly a punishment!”

Cassie rolled her eyes. And heard Mom scoff. “You’re already punishing me. Remember? You said I can’t use the internet anymore-”

“I said you can’t use it unsupervised. You can still use it for schoolwork-”

“Yaaayyy… great…” she slumped down into her seat.

Only to sit up properly when she saw Moms face. The corner of her mouth was turned down, and she had fire in her eyes. “Do you want your phone confiscated? Because you’re acting like you do, Cassie.” She said, surprisingly calmly. Then she sighed. “What would your father think if he could see you now…”

That… was a low blow. At least it felt that way to Cassie. 

She shrugged, while Mom pinched the bridge of her nose. 

“I just… I can’t risk losing you again.” Mom admitted, in a whisper. And Cassie felt a surge of guilt running down her back. 

“I’m sorry, Mom. I get it.” Because she did- even if she didn’t like it. She remembered hearing Mom crying to Uncle Miskovsky not long ago. “I’m sorry for being rude, and I’ll be good for Andy.”

Mom sighed. “Thank you, and I’m sorry too. I brought you here to cheer you up, not get mad at you.”

“It’s okay. I understand… Though, how’s Andy gonna complete her degree if she’s here?”

“She's spent some time organizing things, so that she can complete her course online.”

That makes sense…

Cassie still wasn’t enthused about this. She’d earnt some freedom, once Andy left for College. (Or rather, they didn’t have any choice but to give me it…) and she didn’t like the idea of having it stripped away again. 

“If I’m good- real good- can I have some freedom back later?” she whispered.

“Freedom? Cassie, that’s not-” Mom sighed, again. “If you behave for the rest of the year, and can do more independently again, Andy may be able to go back to school in person. That would be best for her- to have direct access to her teachers.”

Cassie nodded, and went back to eating her cheeseburger.

Mom continued talking to her, about things that would be happening with her now that she was back. “Anyway, I’ve also booked you in for biweekly physio sessions on Saturday mornings. The physio is very nice. I’ve worked with them before- And I’ve booked you in for some more appointments with Ms Tyrian. These will be once a month, on Friday. Also, one of your classmates stopped by with notes, while you were away. They said their name was Setia…”

Cassie nodded, and could feel herself zoning out as she finished her lunch. She wasn't interested in more therapy, but she didn’t want to press Mom’s buttons and say that. 

When she looked out the window next, Lawrence was no longer out there. 

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Later that evening, Cassie was left with a dilemma. 

She didn’t want that heart on her wall. Or that old Rockstar Freddy plushie. But she knew if Mom saw her disposing of them, she’d ask about it. And Cassie didn’t have a good lie for why she couldn’t stand looking at them anymore.  

She also knew that Mom was out in the living room. Because they were sitting together. Cassie’s head on her Moms shoulder, watching some boxing shows on the sports channel. 

All the external doors lead out from the living room. 

She could, in theory, put things in the kitchen bin. But then she’d be caught the next day, when Mom opens it and sees a lumpy trash bag inside it that shouldn’t be there.

If Cassie wanted these old possessions gone. (And she did.) She would need to be sneaky about it.

Trying to sneak out a garbage bag would get questions. And if Mom saw a bag she didn’t remember emptying into the outside bin, she’d probably get suspicious, too

The fireplace was crackling underneath the TV. It filled the living room and hallway with a soft warmth, and made Cassie almost feel like she could fall asleep on the couch, from how cozy she felt.

Almost. Because she had decided on a plan, looking into those burning embers. A plan that would have no evidence, and no garbage bags, for Mom to sight later.

She would just need to wait, until Mom went to bed. 

If she didn’t fall asleep first…

Mom shifted away from her, and she almost fell sideways completely, with a squeak. 

“Sorry Cassie, are you okay?” Mom asked, while stretching and yawning. 

“Yeah, just tired…” she said. She could feel herself catching that yawn.

She felt an arm around her shoulders, as she pressed back into Mom’s shoulder. “That makes sense, it’s been a hectic day. With the drive back, and…” Mom trailed off, watching intently as one of the boxerz on tv got a decisive knockout. Before continuing. “Did you want to go to bed? I know it’s a little early, but you look like you need it.”

Cassie nodded, and went to get up. It took her a bit to get steady on her crutches- she wasn’t wearing either brace at the moment, because she’d swapped into her pajamas earlier. So she felt like she was missing some support. Mom turned down the tv, and went to walk with her, back to Cassie’s room. 

She nearly went up the stairs, following muscle memory, before Mom tapped her on the shoulder, and pointed in the right direction. 

“Um. Yeah. Oops.”

It still didn’t feel like her room. Even when she opened the door, and saw her posters scattered on the wall. 

The Freddy plush was back on her bed, alongside her Roxy plushie. Because Mom had picked it up earlier. 

She was tempted to throw it again. You only need to pretend to like it for a bit longer, Cassie. She thought to herself. She leant the crutches up against the nearby wall, and got into bed. She put the Freddy plushie against the wall, next to her pillow. 

Mom came in, and sat down near her feet, tucking her in. “I’ll see you in the morning, okay? Get a good sleep- we’ll be going to the meeting at school tomorrow.”

Cassie nodded, as Mom leaned in to kiss her forehead. Then she left, turning off the light.

She could hear Moms footsteps leading out to the living room again. Where she couldn’t hear the tv- Mom never left it on loud close to bedtime. 

Cassie had considered trying to stay awake, until Mom went to bed. But that wouldn’t work. She was just too tired. 

Luckily, she’d had a plan in place. And had charged her phone earlier. She grabbed it out of her pajama pants pocket, and set up an alarm for around two am. Mom would definitely be asleep by then.

Then she put the phone under her pillow, and went to sleep.

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Some jerk must’ve forgotten to set their phone to silent in the hospital. Again. Though it sounded kinda distant.

Cassie opened her eyes- and was brought back to reality. No hospital here- her new bedroom. And that ‘jerks’ phone was her phone. Again.

She quickly reached under her pillows and turned it off, before she could wake up Mom. 

After a few seconds of waiting, she didn’t hear any distant sounds of springs creaking. Or footsteps. 

So, she was in the clear. 

Good. 

She grabbed that freddy plushie in one hand, before grabbing her crutches. She could hold Freddy by his ear, and hold onto both of the crutches. 

Though, she’d have to come back with a bag for the photos. Let’s deal with Freddy first.

She slowly got up, and slowly opened the door. Luckily, not too creaky. Just enough to worry her, however. Her crutches shared a similar problem- not super squeaky- but just squeaky enough to make her feel a little paranoid.

She made her way out to the living room with Freddy. Taking him over, and dropping him by the fireplace.

He lay face up, beady button eyes staring up at her. 

… she couldn’t afford to think about this- she needed to do it- before Mom realizes she’s out of bed and comes to investigate. 

Next stop was the kitchen. To grab a small bag, that Mom usually used for kitchen scraps. And to grab a lighter. Cassie knew where Mom hid the lighter for the fireplace- behind the pots and pans. 

Both were small things that she could carry with her crutches. 

Then she went back to her room. And turned to the photos. 

Storing the lighter inside the bag, she opened the bag up and started taking the photos down, one at a time. Trying not to look at them on their way into the bag. And failing every time. 

A twinge of… something, echoed in her gut. 

She refused to listen to it. 

The crinkling of the bag in her hand, as she went back out to the living room, felt as loud as thunder. She knew Mom’s bedroom was just on top of the living room- if she wasn’t careful, Mom would hear her and wake up.

She tried to place the bag down, without making too much noise. It wasn’t easy. And she could hear the dull thud of the lighter, inside the bag, hitting the ground. 

Now all she needed to do was get down there, too. 

She leaned her crutches against the side of the fireplace. And god- she wished she’d put her brace and shoes on now. She felt so wobbly, standing without help. And it still hurt.

Leaning her hands on the mantle, she slowly slunk down to the floor. She could feel the masonry under her fingers, scraping against her palms as she slid down. 

And then she was down, sitting on her legs. Facing the burnt out fireplace. The logs inside the grating were the ones from earlier. Now radiating no heat. Blackened and charcoal-like. 

The bag of photos, and Freddy, were beside her. In arms reach. 

Freddy looked up at the roof with one button eye. The other one, hanging loose, stared at Cassie blankly. 

She looked away, instead focusing on the bag. Reaching into it, to pull out the lighter. The bag crinkled under her touch, and she nearly swore- you’ll wake Mom up, you idiot! 

When she fished it out, a few of the photos nearly fell out. Volunteers for the first to go. Once she got the fire burning, of course.  

She clicked the lighter’s trigger a few times. It was a lighter that worked well for the BBQ, and for the fireplace. With a long spout keeping the hand separated from the flame. 

For a few seconds, she thought it wouldn’t work, until it clicked on with a whoosh. She yelped at the surprising noise and light, and nearly dropped it on the wooden floor. 

She scolded herself for that- What would Mom say if you burnt down the house? She’d get sick of you and send you away to live with Grandma Oliveira or something?

The fire kept burning at the end of the lighter. Even though her hands were shaking. 

She took a few seconds to steady herself, before opening the grate with her free hand, and putting the fire where it belonged. 

The logs took their time, but eventually started burning. Sending out a light that got stronger over time, with a crackling noise- that grew into a much louder crack! noise, where a piece of wood split in half, and fell down to the floor of the firebox.

Cassie gasped, and listened out for any noises upstairs. 

She couldn’t hear any. 

She shook her head. Keep pausing and freaking out, and you’ll never get this done! She didn’t want to be up all night- the earlier she got this done, the less likely she was to get caught. 

The plushie could go first. It’d be good fuel- the plushies from FazEnt were renowned for their ability to burst into flames. Even though they kept saying they’d try a new mix for the stuffing. 

She turned to the Freddy plushie. His loose eye and star gleamed in the fire’s light. 

It almost turned his black button eye brown.

She swallowed her spit, and grabbed the bear roughly. Pulling him up to eye level. 

…

It was hard to remain angry at a stuffed toy. A stuffed toy that hadn't done anything, except be an unpleasant reminder of something she really couldn't stand being reminded of right now. 

Her hand shook, and she hesitated. For too long.

The light switched on, and she jumped with a yelp. Nearly dropping the dumb bear onto the floor. 

She spun around as far as she could, and saw Mom standing near the archway. Looking upset and confused. “Cassie- how did you get the fire going again? I swear I put it out properly… and what are you doing up so late, anyway?”

Her mouth opened, and shut. She didn’t know where to even start. “I, um. I…” 

Mom clicked her teeth, and walked over. Cassie could tell when she saw the freezer bag and the bear, because her eyes went wide, and her brows furrowed. “Cassie… what are you doing?” she asked, with an exasperated voice. Looking down at the mess on the floor, standing next to her. 

Cassie took a deep breath. She’d been caught bear-handed, and she wasn’t getting out of this. “I… don’t want them anymore.”

Mom tilted her head, and just looked more confused. “But… why? I thought you liked Freddy fine enough? And this one was a gift, so…?”

She couldn’t answer Mom. Who waited for an answer, until she realized she wasn’t getting one. Instead, she knelt, and went to grab the bag. “Mom, dont-” Cassie tried to pull the bag away from her, grabbing it from the bottom in her haste. And some of the photos fell out, just in front of Mom.

She groaned and let go of the bag, as Mom scooped up one of the photos. The one of Cassie and Gregory, at Sand Hollow Park. 

Mom studied the photo while Cassie studied the floor. 

“Starbright…” Mom started to ask. Before she stopped, and Cassie could see her hand cup her chin, drawing her eyes back up away from the floor. Back to Mom. “Cassie. Why were you trying to burn these photos?”

She shrugged, and tried to look away. Mom sighed, and moved so Cassie was still looking at her. “No, I need an answer. Whatever you’re going through, I can help you. But only if you tell me what’s wrong.”

Cassie grimaced. “I told you, I don’t want them anymore. It’s not complicated.”

Mom mimicked her tone. “If it’s ‘not complicated’, they’d be in a bin already. Burning is heavily symbolic. Why are you trying to burn them?”

Cassie rolled her eyes and scoffed before she could help herself. “Because if I put them in a bin, you would’ve noticed an extra bag and investigated. Then you would’ve been like ‘Oh Cassie, why are you throwing these away?’” she said, copying her Mom’s usual tone. “And I didn’t want to deal with that!”

Mom pulled her hand away from under Cassie's chin. She looked disappointed. Cassie felt that twinge in her gut again. 

“Okay. Fine. You would’ve binned them if not for your meddling mother.” Mom said. Arms crossed. “So why were you trying to get rid of them? You still haven’t told me that.”

And she still didn’t want to. “I dunno! To move on, I guess? It’s none of your business anyway-”

“It is my business! You could’ve burnt the whole house down! Especially if you threw that Freddy in there- do you know how many homes burn down because of some kids playing with lighters?”

She couldn’t take this anymore. “Alright- fine! I won’t do it again! Let's put this out, and I’ll go back to bed already!” She tried to stand up, grabbing hold of the mantle. But Mom pushed her back down. And held on to her shoulders.

Mom sighed, and tried talking in a more even tone. “If you need to throw them away, then I won’t have a problem with it. I’m just scared you’re making a mistake you'll regret later. Gifts, photos… once they're gone, they can’t be replaced. Unless you have a time machine you’ve been keeping hidden from me?” Mom tried to joke. 

It helped a little. And she gave Cassie something to think about. Something that gave a name to the twinge in her gut. 

Doubt. That was probably the closest she’d get to naming it.

“I just… whenever I look at them- I feel so bad, Mom. It just hurts to look at them now.” She whispered. 

She looked at some of the photos that had slipped out of the bag. Photos of her and her old friends, of Gregory… yeah, it still hurt. 

And that plushie was still in her hand. Looking up at her. 

Mom didn’t say anything. She just looked at Cassie, as if asking her to continue. “It hurts to look at the ones with Holly, Beatrice, and Yvonne. Because we’re not friends anymore. And it hurts to look at the ones with Gregory…” she couldn’t finish that sentence. 

“... Because you’re worried you’ll never see him again.” Mom said, pulling her into a hug. 

She wasn’t right, but Cassie couldn’t correct her easily. So she didn’t, she just sank into her Mom’s arms. And Mom held her tightly, rocking her side to side slightly. 

Until she stopped, pulling away from Cassie. Running a hand through her hair. “I understand how you feel. Sometimes… I wanted to pull the photos down, too.” She looked over at the wall. Where there were family photos. Cassie, Andy, Mom… and Dad. Mom’s lips tightened, before she relaxed herself, and turned back to Cassie. “I know it hurts right now. But one day, you may want to see these photos again. And you may still want that plushie. One day, it won’t hurt to look at them anymore.”

Cassie doubted that. And Mom must’ve seen it on her face, because she brushed away some loose hair from Cassie’s face before continuing. “How about I keep them for now? They don’t have to be in your room. And if you want them in five years, or fifty, you can get them back.”

Cassie nodded, but couldn’t help joking- “Fifty years? Will either of us be here in fifty years?”

Mom laughed lightly. “Well, I like to stay optimistic when I can. You should know that by now, Cassie.”

She giggled, as Mom pulled her in for another hug. Before looking up at her. “Dad’s gonna come back. He will.”

Mom’s smile faltered, but only for a second. “Of course, Starbright. Of course he will.”

Mom pulled away from the hug, and started gently gathering all the photos back into the bag. Then, she reached out for the plushie still in Cassie’s hands. 

She handed it over to Mom, without looking at it. Mom held it tightly by one of it’s arms, in the hand that was holding the freezer bag.

Then Mom shook her head, looking at where Cassie had left the lighter. Cassie felt kinda sheepish, when Mom turned a stern gaze back to her. “I’m going to need a better hiding place for this… in future, no fires without me or Andy.”

Cassie nodded, as Mom pocketed the lighter and stood up, putting out a hand for Cassie. “Let's get you back to bed, okay?”

She put her hand in Mom’s. “Okay.” And Mom helped pull her up, and passed her her crutches. 

They went back to Cassie’s room, and Mom tucked her in, sitting at her feet again. Deja vu, Cassie thought. 

“This time, try to really get some sleep, okay? We have somewhere to be, tomorrow.” Mom said. Cassie nodded. She quickly hugged her, and then she left the room. Turning off the light on the way out. 

Cassie turned to her side. And saw the blank piece of wall. Now full of potential. 

I could buy some new posters, get some new photos of my family- or of Lawrence and Siobhan…

With that thought, she fell asleep.

[iveremade]

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! 🫶

[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.

[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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Summary:

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