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madamesinsalot · 10 months

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What if...

Moon completely accepts the insanity, the sadistic nature, and bloodthirstiness of the retched virus? He relishes in maniacally guarding their home while maiming every unwanted guest that enters the forbidden areas he and Sun’s claimed over time, that much is true. If that was the case though... how did he end up like this?

Ayooo! i finally FINALLY made part 2 of this snippet! I’m tempted to continue the story I’ve kept planning so far should you guys want it! :D please enjoy!

Here’s Sun’s Version, the beginning!

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When you first met Moon after forgetting your belongings one unnerving evening. You expected a lot of mishaps to arise like Chica’s munching escapades, or STAFF bots entering the weirdest areas of the plex. What you’ve never expected was the Lunar animatronic hunched over numerous wrecked robot parts, spasming heavily over the gruesome scene while clutching his wire-exposed spasming arm. From the cryptic warnings your uncle has reminded you of, the jester had every opportunity to throw you out for intruding the facility afterhours, especially when you were caught looking. Yet, instead of enacting the heinous deeds that were described to you... the glitching bot merely guided you out the front doors with only a calm wave, items returned, and that unreadable default smile.

You knew then and there that you had to know more about this msyterious character.

You remember the earful you had gotten from your Uncle the day after. It was brutal. Though you were a tad guilty and apologetic to the old man, your curiosity was far greater just from the reminder of that evening. In fact, it was the sole reason why you started visiting the daycare more frequently ever since. At first, the Moon-like automation was courteous, but wary. Sun moreso. Then that apprehension quickly melted away once they realized you’ve never bared any ill-will since speaking to them. Moon was especially forthcoming towards creating a bond at that point for some unexplained reason. And while you had theories, it didn’t bother you more than the worried glances your Uncle would give you at the mention of the attendant.

Goodness did he want to tell you everything. The unsolved murders both robotic and human, the faulty machinery they’d manipulate to spend more time with you, even the intentional spastic sparks that would shoot out of Moon all the time as a failsafe to talk to you. But the biggest and most troublesome aspect that your stoic Uncle would battle with was the lunar bot’s skilled evasions to getting caught and or decommissioned by the man himself.

Every piece of security footage, any type of recording depicting the attendant in anyway, or written notes your relative would make and stash away would usually end up getting destroyed; sometimes marked off as false information by the higher ups. All of that was Moon’s doing. Sun is the more dangerous, violent, and volatile of the caretaker AI while his counterpart prepared alibis and well-timed distractions, making the sunny jester open to whatever plan he’d receive in their coding to appear inviting and innocent to the public according to Moon’s plan. They made an efficiently menacing team, much to your Uncle’s chagrin.

It quickly became clear that things would be increasingly difficult since your arrival at the Pizza Plex. The wily night-themed animatronic had definitely caught on to your familial relation to the Janitor, taking any advantage to heighten your Uncle’s personal hell. This was especially true when you ended up being romantically pursued by the celestial duo themselves. Improvised dances, mutual petnames and long-lasting hugs were part of his own personal torture, and your own unaware bliss.

The moment... the absolute moment that your Uncle discovered he had truly lost you to the Daycare Attendant, was a seemingly normal night when he finished cleaning the last of the security rooms. He always made sure to find you before completely leaving the premises so as to carpool back to your respective homes, totally not to drag you away from the murder crazy jester. Not at all. Doing so also meant going to the daycare much to his exhaustion. It wasn’t a secret among the rest of the employees that you spend all of your free time there. That night though, things were different. The daycare was dark when the perimeter was brightly lit up. Wandering in, your Uncle fished out his flashlight, taking cautious step after cautious step through the cushioning and calling your name with absolute caution and vigilance. He would even flash his light in every direction when he came across the security desk, with every monitor and screen having been deactivated. An obvious omen. Ducking underneath the bridge led him the display forever seared into his mind. You were peacefully sleeping among pillows and a glowing star-clad lap. Surrounding you... or rather towering over you, was the ominous Moon animatronic. he jerkingly etched huge tears into the fabric of the foam padding. Whether it was due to the glitch, or the flashlight in your Uncle’s hand, the man wasn’t so sure. The sparks flying out of the bot flew out of different parts of the animatronic... it was probably the main reason you ultimately came to the daycare this late at night. Moon’s face though... was less than inviting when he glanced into those hostile eyes.

Seeing that made your Uncle reluctantly stay away within a nearby security room and watch over you through the security cameras for the rest of that night until you woke up hours later. The crazed machine was not helping matters when glaring at the every mounted camera in the Daycare’s vicinity. It wasn’t because he was scared of the lunar nightguard. Not really. No, the real reason he did it was because of the jester’s resolve... it was possessive. Dangerously so. If he hadn’t had years of dealing with their heinous acts to the point of gathering a psychological profile for each alter, he would’ve thought Moon was... protecting you. But that’s impossible! It can’t be true.

Can it?

Safe to say... That question was enough incentive to help your Uncle to stay awake that night... and every evening after that.

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AAAHHHHHHH! I missed you guys SO MUCH! Many things were happening in my hectic life that I had to go away for... yeesh, over a month??? Now that the stress has died down, I’m more than ready to get back into creating that sweet Sun and Moon content again. I’ll start with this and finishing up that Sun’s confession comic. I’ll see you guys until then! Love y’all!

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blainesebastian · 1 year

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because

words: 2,219 ship: austin butler x reader summary: (anon request) "reader jokingly brings up the fact that she has always wanted the clichés in a relationship but have never been with someone who would want to give that to her" warnings: none notes: requests are open for now :) thanks to anyone who's left me one! appreciate it xx tag list: @killerqueenfan, @karamelcoveredolicity, @elizabethrosecresswell, @gigisworldsstuff, @stylespresleyhearted, @rairaielv

You’re still pretty new to the whole interview thing—this being your first major breakthrough in film with an upcoming project. Not that you’re not proud of everything you’ve done prior, of course you are, those steps are what’s gotten you to this point. Starring in a film you can really sink your teeth into. Great plot, wonderful character development, intrigue and opportunities for growth.

And it certainly doesn’t hurt that your co-star is Austin Butler.

The whole experience of working with him has been an absolute blur, you’re just trying to take things as they come at you—one day at a time. You can’t quite put into words how great it’s been to make this film with him, that he’s so incredibly humble in his experiences, that even though he’s done a film like Elvis, he’s still willing to learn and keep himself down to earth in how he presents himself, how he talks to people.

You’ve become really good friends over this entire process and, admittedly, you’ve been thinking about Austin in a not so friend way either but. How can anyone not have a crush on this man?

Regardless, you’ve kept that (for the most part) completely to yourself. The last thing you want to do is somehow disrupt your working relationship, especially when things are going so well. There was only one slight mix up and Austin’s never brought it up again so you’re ninety percent sure that it didn’t even happen. One too many drinks afterhours with people from set and all of a sudden you’re spilling state secrets out to Austin when he tries to make sure you get home safe. Not your finest moment, though you don’t remember it being too embarrassing?

Definitely something capable of keeping you up at night—that and admitting during an interview that you never had an ex that indulged in all the clichés of dating.

It’s like one of those early hours nightmares, your clock burning 2:35AM into the side of your head, as you stare at the ceiling. Along with your eighth grade prom date fiasco and that one time you told that hot waiter ‘you too’ when he said ‘enjoy your food’. Just…utterly putting you in shambles. And maybe it’s not something to worry about, you’re still getting used to interviews and not overtalking when you’re nervous. Austin’s given you some tips about breathing and really listening to the question, counting to three before replying so you’re sure about what’s going to come out of your mouth.

And you suppose it’s not the worse thing? Not like it’s a childhood story you’ve divulged and overshared that you should be ashamed about. It’s just…you mentioned to the interviewer that you’re actually kind of fond of all the old-school cliché things that come with dating. Fresh flowers, goodnight texts, someone that’ll call just to hear your voice, good morning texts, sending random pictures throughout the day of things that remind you of the other person.

Your past two relationships didn’t bother with any of those things, they were fast paced and kinda…thrown together? It feels so hard to describe them now that you’re outside of it, and it took you a while to actually listen to your heart that you weren’t as happy as you wanted to be anyways. There’s a difference between being single and just settling—you don’t want to do that anymore.

Especially if it doesn’t come with all the romances and small pieces of love languages that you feel it deserves.

It doesn’t have to be overdramatic or complicated…you’re just asking for effort. And the typical clichés? kinda demonstrate that.

“There was literally no reason for me to divulge that on live television,” You place your phone on your shoulder, holding it against your ear with your head. Your friend Katrina gives a soft laugh in response, “I mean, really, all the interviewer asked me was if I had a date to the Golden Globes.”

But that simple question just popped off the whole thing about why you’re single, about why you’re taking time to find someone right and not just jumping into a relationship. Then, of course, there are always those teasing questions about Austin—about your friendship, how sweet and humble he is, how handsome. Like…that’s all very obvious but why do people talk to you like you’re supposed to do something about it?

To threaten everything you’ve already built with him, personal and professional wise? No thank you.

“I think the real question everyone was asking is whether you’re goin’ with Austin.” A loud sigh leaves your lips, tipping your head back to look at the ceiling of your living room as you lie on your back on the couch. “There are no sighs when you have a man that hot in your life.”

A soft chuckle vibrates in your throat, shaking your head because…everyone (meaning Katrina) on the outside thinks it’s easy having a crush on your friend. That you could just…cross that bridge, build that connection if you really wanted to. But this isn’t a movie, you don’t have the script right in front of you, you have no idea what’s going to happen if you decide to do that.

And you’re not sure if it’s worth that risk.

“You won’t know if you don’t ask.”

“Oh my god,” You exclaim, amusement wrapped around your tone, “Are you my best friend or relationship therapist?”

“I get the privilege of being both,” Katrina grins, you can almost hear it as she speaks, “For free.”

Rolling your eyes, you can’t help but smile, playing with a loose thread in the sweater you’ve got on. “All I called you for was to ask if we were still on for brunch tomorrow morning and if you think I made a fool out of myself on TV.”

Katrina sighs softly and hums and you can tell that she’s backing down, for now, “Yes always to brunch and no, you did nothing that was embarrassing. You were just honest—nothing wrong with that.” Then she pauses…and you already know she’s back at it again,

“Besides, maybe someone was watching and taking notes.”

You run a hand over your face, shaking your head—God, “Goodbye.” You laugh gently, pressing the red button before she can start herself in on another rant.

Setting your phone down on your coffee table, you’re considering ordering take-out or conquering laziness and going down your street to the taco counter on the corner when there’s a knock at your door. Your eyebrows draw together in confusion because you’re not expecting anyone…unless it’s your neighbor. She’s older and her cat is constantly getting stuck in the closet and she always has trouble getting her out. Sighing, you draw yourself up and off the couch, wandering over without looking through the peep hole.

Which is how your jaw almost ends up on the floor.

It’s Austin, which is not exactly surprising, he’s been to your apartment plenty of times—just not like this. He’s got a giant bouquet of black roses in his arms, almost kinda comical for him because he’s tall and skinny and it feels like it throws him off balance somehow. He’s also got a small white teddy bear, a maroon heart sewn onto its chest and you kinda…open and close your mouth because you’re so confused and slightly overwhelmed, you have no idea what to say.

Except the first thing that comes to mind, “Well, you’re definitely not Mrs. Deborah.”

He laughs lightly, pulling the flowers away from his face a bit so that they don’t obstruct his view as he steps forward into your apartment. “Was hopin’ I had the right door,” He jokes, “Hard to see around these things.”

Closing the door behind him, you’re still completely thrown off as to what exactly he’s doing here with these things like, “It’s uh—it’s not my birthday?”

Austin raises his eyebrows, “I know that,” He replies warmly and then begins talking about the roses, “I know gettin’ black ones is a little strange but I figured with all the…horror movies you like and Halloween aesthetic that you have up all year—”

Amused laughter wraps around your tone as you speak, “Halloween is a feeling, not a season.”

“—I figured you’d appreciate these.” He smiles and hands them over.

Your stomach does this ridiculous flip-flopping, cheeks kissing pink because you’re so confused and stunned. You take them carefully, pressing your nose and lips into a few flowers, breathing them in. Austin smiles and uses the bear to press a kiss to your cheek before giving you that too.

“I…not that I’m not completely in love with these,” You say after a moment, almost hesitantly, “But why?”

Austin hums, shrugging his shoulders lightly as he pushes his hands into the pockets of his jeans, “Because.”

And that stirs something heated and distinct in your chest. You’re attempting not to overthink such a simple answer. Because.

Letting out a breath and preventing yourself from spilling your thought process out, you give him a soft smile and bite down on the inside of your cheek. You turn to take the flowers into the kitchen, finding scissors to cut the ends of the stems off.

“Not sure I have a vase big enough.” You chuckle, wondering if it’d make more sense to split up the large bouquet—some out here, some in your bedroom. You settle for a smaller black glass vase you’ve got dried flowers in by the windowsill and swap them out, letting the rest of the bouquet rest in the sink until you’re ready for them.

You lean against the counter, taking a long look at the flowers as the word because spins around in your head. And while you’re touched at the sentiment, at the explanation that Austin has given you—you can’t help but wonder…

“I’m assuming you saw the interview?”

Austin smiles a little, the prettiest of blushes kissing his cheeks, highlighting some of the freckles he has on his cheekbones. It’s ridiculously attractive and your stomach does a full swirl before you have to look away. There’s this itch to run your fingers through the blonde curls above his forehead.

“I did—but it’s not the main reason why I brought you those today.”

A soft self-deprecating laugh leaves your throat, “Oh no? Not because you’re pitying me?” And even though you’re joking, kind of, attempting to smile through it—you’re worried that’s the only reason he’s even here, that he somehow feels sorry for you.

“No, hey,” Austin says softly, taking a step towards you to reach out and touch your arm. He gently grasps your elbow to keep you from backing up, squeezing, his thumb rubbing back and forth. “It’s actually uh—you probably don’t even remember this but, that time when we went out to drink with the cast and crew?”

And your cheeks instantly flush red because of course you know what he’s talking about. You thought for sure you could safely assume you hadn’t said anything that’d come back to haunt you. Which is worse? This or the interview? You shake your head, running a hand over your face,

“You remember that?”

He smiles a bit and moves his hand to play with a few strands of your hair near your cheek, curling them around your ear, “Kinda hard to forget.”

And while you feel like that should somehow make it worse…it doesn’t. Austin takes a step forward, keeping the proximity close between you. You can feel the heat from his skin radiating off his body, kissing your own, pressing against your pores like a gentle embrace. It’s dizzying.

“I mean, who knows what I even said,” You attempt to play it off with a small laugh, your eyes looking into Austin’s soft blue ones.

But given where this conversation has been going, maybe you should have been prepared for Austin to reply with, “You said you had feelings for me but you were afraid to tell me.”

God. “I really need to never be allowed to drink again.”

Austin smiles, shaking his head, “Did you mean it?”

You let out a slow breath, holding his gaze as your heart begins hammering in your chest. Here’s the moment of truth, right, where there’s no barrier of a long night or too many drinks to hide your emotions. There’s no taking it back after this, and yet you feel like Austin already knows what you’re going to say.

You lick your lips before a soft laugh echoes, “Of course I meant it.”

“Good,” Austin hums, cupping your cheek with his one hand, “Because I mean this.”

He leans down to kiss you, heat exploding pleasantly in your chest, slipping between your bones and making you melt towards him. You wrap your arms around his waist, keeping him close, and you can’t help but smile against his lips as he continues the kiss before you both pull back slightly to breathe. There’s butterflies in your stomach and you feel slightly dizzy from this turn of events. All these clichés that you never thought you’d be able to experience.

Then, unable to keep the smile off your face, you lean in and nip at his lower lip.

Just because.

#austin butler #austin butler x reader #austin butler fic #austin butler imagine #elvis 2022 #mccall writes things

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biteofcherry · 1 year

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So I’ve been thinking about Alpha Steve and his omega. Like, I haven’t been able to get them out of my brain. So, we have seen what a little bit of punishment is like, but what happens when omega really ramps up her brat? I mean, sarcasm. Back talking. Teasing her Alpha daddy. Maybe sending him photos of her naked, when she knows he’s in an important business meeting? I’m sure this kind of behavior deserves more than just a spanking. Maybe edging her for days? Keep her nice and dripping until he takes her unexpectedly? Or how about making her cum until she passes out? Forcing orgasm after orgasm from her until her whole body is numb?

What would Alpha Steve do to make his omega behave poorly so she can be punished again? Um I mean so she follows his rules like a good girl? 😈😇

Leave it to Alpha!Steve to make you think of him afterhours 😎

To quote Natasha - Steve is creative in his punishments (like we got to see in the little blurb here). You never know what to expect from him, because sometimes it will be a "simple" spanking, other times something far more wicked 😈 He keeps you on your toes, so that you never really know what your brattiness might bring.

Running your mouth at him too much? Sweet brat, he's going to engage your mouth in better activities. And no, it won't just be you blowing him. Remember his belt, omega? It's gonna be buckled around your head and Steve's hips, keeping his cock deep in your throat and your nose nestled against Steve's belly. Don't think he doesn't sense you getting wet from it. But you won't be coming, nor breathing, until he's sure your teared up eyes shine true regret for your bratty outburst.

Teasing him (even if your bf egged you to do it) will result in your delicious body spread for him, taking everything he gives. Meaning taking everything before he even puts his fingers inside you. And you're not getting that dick at all, omega. Steve went through your toys - cute, but quite pathetic, really. No wonder your little pussy feels like ripping apart on his fingers alone. He replaces your toys with the ones he picked and he's going to use each one of them on you. The dreaded butt plug included. After all, you wanted to play, sweet omega. Right? After he edges you with all the toys and his fingers, Steve's going to strap a small vibe to your clit, leave it on the lowest setting... and go on about his day, leaving you there to suffer. He will check on you regularly, because he's vary caring; but mostly to hear your begging to let you cum. Which won't be happening. You'll get released from the bonds to sleep, but comes morning and the whole ordeal repeats. So long until you sob and Steve soothes you finally sliding his cock into your tormented pussy.

Snap at him that he's not your Alpha, or try to stomp away from him, and you'll find yourself fucked and spanked in a more humiliating way than usual. Steve bends you over the nearest surface and pumps you full of his cum. Then takes his big hand to your ass, leaving burning marks on your skin. Each slap makes you drip out his cum. For which he spanks you harder, because your wasting your Alpha's seed. He takes you again, with your ass still sore, not caring who hears your screams. If you don't cry out that he's your Alpha and that you belong to him? Your ass will be meeting his belt. Your thighs earn some welts too, so that later everyone can see the marks below the skirt of your dress.

Dare to rile him up when you're going somewhere, if you want an alpha command ordering you to get completely naked and sit like that in his car, with your legs spread and slick pooling out while he growls and purrs. He'll allow you to dress when you near your destination, your thighs sticky and your whole body shiny with sweat. Your head is dizzy from all the orgasms and near-orgasms he pulled out of you and Steve has to help you out of the car; no strength left in you to be anything but putty and perfectly obedient in his arms. If you grunt about him being awful and mean, Steve's purr will make you cream yourself in a place full of people; your wrists caught in one of his hands, the other holding you in place.

Just helping you be my sweet, good omega again.

P.S: It so just happens that when you sass Steve when you're working in the garden, there are nettles at hand growing wildly by the fence. The lashing you get may be soft, more squirming and laughing, but it leaves you with burning for a few hours.

#labella420 #alpha!steve rogers #alpha steve rogers x omega reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x female reader #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers x you #grain of truth

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lychniis · 2 years

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― PINK CAMELLIA.

diluc, kaeya, zhongli x reader.

“longing for you.” + angst

WARNING(S) : just...pining. a horrific amount of pining. that's it, that's the plot, unrequited but not unrequited love, and a shit load of feelings left unsaid.

#main masterlist | flos anthalogy masterlist

&& . diluc ragnvindr · ( he lies to his heart ; the words stay unsaid )

“IS SOMETHING WRONG?” you ask, nervously shifting away one of the boxes as you look up at him with parted lips and a raised brow. He catches himself staring ( and he was always staring at you, across the street, from the bar, during your little talks and the conversations held during the afterhours; staring but never moving closer left the illusion shattering ) and shakes his head with the tiniest of smiles. It was there, but easily missable save for the sharp eyed and witty.

Your shoulders relax and you nod. “Alright then…” you mumble, carefully placing a tea set wrapped in thick cloth into one of the boxes. “You’re quieter than usual today, ‘Luc…” you add. “But…thank you for helping me pack…”

And there it was, that damned smile, the smile that took away the rationale and sanity and his peace of mind. The smile that invades his thoughts at night and fills them with you and your peace and the comfort you came with.

“It’s no issue for me.” He replies. “I am always happy to help you…”

That was true, but not for this. Will you be safe? Will you be happy? Was he happy?

Diluc knew life was filled with the good and the bad. The memories of his youth, the time he and Kaeya once played within the brook just a little ways off the winery, the smile his father passes his way, the inside jokes between him, Elzer and Adelinde and you. You and your small apartment and your silly musings and your walls filled with half finished paintings.

( The smell of it all has long faded. The walls were empty; Diluc feels empty. )

There were the happy things, then the sad. The hours he had left, the minutes that ticked by, the fact that you were leaving. Paths diverged every day, people met then part ways and life sets its course once more, unbothered by it all. Diluc knows that. He knows that.

Why does it hurt?

( His hands were trembling. He wants it to stop. )

You laugh, placing the last of the boxes out and pause by the doorway. He takes you in, one last time.

Once upon a time, he may have found you a little annoying and strange; a bit of a sore spot, a presence he would have to put up with. Not now. Diluc would take all of you in, every part of you from the tiny peeving parts to the bits he adored ( and the silly nicknames, the ones that were so ridiculous and soft ).

He should tell you. He should, he ought to.

But he cannot. Because you were you, and he was Diluc. You were kind, and you deserved the world and someone safe. Not him. Never him.

So he stays quiet. He watches your belongings ( and the familiarity and the memories ) fill the cart. He watches your last checkup. He breathes in and he knows he should let you go. He should let you go ( even if Kaeya calls him foolish, if he is sick with worry, if he wants to pull you close and beg you to stay. Because Diluc knows this too : to love is to learn to lose. Because love was selfless, and it was cruel and it was pain and euphoria molded into one.

...fuck, he loves you... )

“I’ll be off then…” you declare. He snaps his head up. You were standing in front of him now. “I…I hope we see each other soon…” you add. “Shall we write often?”

“We shall.” he agrees and that provides a little bit of comfort. You smile again, but it seems subdued and suddenly, everything smells like you and Diluc buries his nose into your hair and hugs you back, tightly, desperately. Then you pull away ( and there it was again, the absence, the emptiness, the lacking of warmth ).

“Every week?”

“Twice a week,” he promises and he intends to keep it. You chuckle, tugging at the hem of your sleeves. “I…” the words stay heavy in his mouth. You tilt your head. “I wish you a safe journey, then.”

You board the carriage and Diluc stays and watches it disappear into the distance, till it’s nothing but a speck. His chest feels like it’s torn apart. His lips tremble. Pathetic, he thinks bitterly. Pathetic.

( In the distance, you curl up on your seat. Mondstadt was far behind you.

You wish he asked you to stay. )

&& . kaeya alberich · ( maybe when he was less of a child ; he'll say it )

HE WAS A FOOL, Kaeya thinks. Foolish, utterly insane.

But there was something in you he longs to touch, something that shone, that was beautiful — and he’d draw his hands back when he catches himself reaching out for it, he’d take a few steps back when he sees how he pursues you. He was a fool, he thinks again, because he was a coward. Because Kaeya does not know how to say he loves you.

( Why did he love you, another face in the crowd? Why did he think he loved you, him, a runaway child from a nation with no god and no place in this world? Why did he love you, someone who was nothing like him?

Kaeya does not know, because he was a fool. )

It scares him, how you could undo everything with just a touch. You could look his way and everything would stop, and maybe somewhere the flowers bloomed or the rains in Fontaine stilled or a part of Dragonspine thawed over — a part of his traitorous little heart would thaw over. “Pull yourself together now,” he would sigh to himself in the silence of the room, under the noise of the bar. His eyes would immediately find you after. He wants to slap himself.

Kaeya wants to hate you. He wants to revile the smile on your face. He wants to ask you why you’re so easily holding that dagger over his chest with little knowledge of its sharp edge. He wants to listen to you hum under your breath. He wants to kiss your knuckles and laugh at his jokes. He wants you gone. He wants to tell you everything he feels about you, everything and anything.

But the thoughts stay to himself.

He greets you amiably, hiding away the painful thump in his ribs.

He smiles away, masking the stutter in his voice, the tiny trip in his words, the tremble beneath the syllables.

His feelings stay hidden, another one of his secrets, something he would never disclose. No soul in Mondstadt would know of it, including you. Especially you. ( Because you dare, you dare to love him in return. You dare to light up when he stands in the same room, mirror his feelings in a way that didn’t seem twisted or wrong. )

Kaeya thinks that’s what scares him; his ability or lack thereof to keep those thoughts a secret How it felt so easy to open his mouth and let them come tumbling out into a messy pile that he’d rather not deal with. The feelings will leave, they will fade out and soon you’ll be another face in the crowd again, something of an ire but a fond memory. Kaeya was certain of it.

He still finds himself looking at you.

“Kaeya you fool.” he whispers to himself when his cheeks grow hot as you catch his gaze and you wave back at him. And the feelings stayed and they grew and they festered until it was the undeniable truth. He suffers in his silence, wrenching himself apart over his longing, over his wish to tear these feelings out of his chest with frustrated tears, with wanting to bask under the normalcy of you and the thoughts of something soft and loving.

He wants it to stop.

But Kaeya still pines, he watches from the corner of his eye, he vies for those moments of serendipity, he revels in those coincidental run ins, he takes in your similarities and differences, he wishes to meet your gaze and says he loves, to give you his heart just as you were ready to give yours. Kaeya wants those moments of sincerity in his ocean of lies, to witness you unfiltered.

But his lips stay sealed, the secret stays, hidden away amongst the countless others he holds and the lies he so seamlessly weaves. I love you, a part of him would yell when he says something else. I love you, please, I love you. But it stays muted, a pitiful noise in the background.

Because he was being foolish, because he does not know how to tell you he loves you, because Kaeya wants to touch something he knows he would only tear apart.

So he stays silent, for you.

( And maybe one day, he can smile and whisper those words into your ear beneath a ceiling. He could kiss you on the lips without the lies weighing him down.

But not today. )

&& . zhongli | rex lapis · ( to love is to lose again ; is it worth it? )

ZHONGLI HAS LIVED too long to be capable of love.

The years have washed it away, to leave behind weariness. Grief had watered it down and hardened his heart and loss left behind its silt. Zhongli has lived too long to love anymore, because the grief still remains — it always remains, warping but constant. Because he was the aftermath of burnout, of a man torn by war and too many names crossed away from those who once lived.

But a heart of stone is a heart nonetheless and the eyes of mortality drag him back down to earth ( because Zhongli never lost it. He never lost Guizhong’s teachings, nor did he lose the softness he once held for her. It simply stayed, waiting, waiting for another face that made him to stop, made him look, made him smile ). And he sees you one day, and something in his mind clicks.

You were meant to be a fond memory, a friend, someone who he cherished but not adored. You were meant to be someone appreciated at a distance, a soul who Zhongli would write into poetry in passing when your mortality takes you away. You were meant to be impermanent and fleeting ( a qingxing in bloom, a butterfly cupped within his hands ).

And then, Zhongli fell in love.

He fell in love with the ephemeral and time finally seemed to slow. The sunsets lasted longer, the moments of silence were drawn out, his hours at work seemed to span millenia. He sees himself facing a man less like Zhongli the rational, the even minded, the patient ( because the seconds feel too long now ) and more like Morax, hot blooded and hasty, who jumped at chances and lays out his contracts and strategies with cold tact ( Morax, who would do everything and anything to pull you to him, to sweep away for himself ).

It was strange and a little amusing and a little perplexing; seeing those years come undone by a single utterance of his name.

But Zhongli was in love.

( And he was afraid of losing again. )

You were young, ready to face the world, ready for your future. You stood your ground with resolution, with stubbornness, and you were kind and eager and bold. “I think I might be in love with you.” you had admitted one day and Zhongli thinks about it after, over and over, every time his mind wanders, every time he thinks he sees you in the crowd and every time he shuts his eyes in leisure.

Zhongli has lived a long time. Pain had worn him down, violence had weathered his gaze, blood stained his hands.

And love taught him grief again. Love taught him the fears of losing a beloved. Love taught him what was soft but painful. Zhongli knows that one day you will be long gone and he will remain. Zhongli knows you would have to live with this knowledge, of his immortality, of him standing beside you as a memento mori.

( He could not hide from you, he could not hide away a secret so vast. Because love needed trust and trust was not hiding away his eternity. )

He looks into your eyes and he sees another face he might lose, the looming call of death, the thought in his head, if it was worth it, worth the heartbreak. Every rational thought telling him to pull away, to stop himself from cupping that butterfly close, to stop himself from taking your hand, from telling you he loves you too. Was it worth it? He asks himself, trying to envision a future without you, should he let himself be further ensnared; to experience a momentary high, this respite after years of battle.

Should he tell you he loves you?

( Because he does, painfully so, passionately, sincerely, tenderly down to his very being, his very core. )

He looks into your eyes and he thinks it should be, and when you smile at him, he thinks he knows the answer.

❪⠀🎬⠀❫ AINE SPEAKS ;;

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sorcerous-caress · 4 months

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I can’t get your damn college counselor Minthara from like a month ago out of my head so you get my headcannons. Have fun.

- You’ve amassed a small collection of very expensive blazers because Minthara gives them to you every time you decide to wear one of your slutty little tops to class. She doesn’t usually say anything, just shoots you a glare and lays the blazer over your shoulders.

- Every time you have a 1-on-1 meeting with a professor she always buys you lunch. She interrupts the meeting to let you know it’s waiting for you in her office when you’re done.

- You always call her ma’am. It makes her breathe hitch every time. She compliments you. You have such good manners.

I can clearly imagine how college counsellor Minthara would look like, always in those pristine luxury brands suits, the ones without the logos because those brands are exclusive and never advertise themselves.

Yet she gives away her expensive jacket to you each time. Your slutty clothes keep distracting everyone around you and she can't stand the eyes trailing along your exposed skin, the way the other students slow a bit when they pass you by the hallway.

And if you take it off? She gives you a stern look as she tells you to put it back on, except if you're in her office, of course. After all, who is she to say no to the free eyecandy you're offering.

Minthara, who keeps you around on campus to do errands for her while she waits for her afterhours to be done. No one really goes to her office, even students just crowd Halsin's office instead. So it's the two of you with full privacy.

You slip her blazer off of your shoulders, loosen your clothes a bit, get comfortable on that soft couch that just happened to be the perfect size for you to lay, the perfect view for Minthara to glance at between working on her laptop.

If you say you're hungry or grumble that you're bored, she just hands you her unlocked phone with full access to her credit card, tell you to order whatever. Instead of the instant ramen you're used to eating for dinner by now, you get a whole full course meal delivered to campus to her office with dessert afterwards.

She unapologetically gives you special treatment even in front of the other professors, and no one on campus really has the guts to bring it up or talk about it around her. Makes it clear that it's her presence alone that you should be respectful of and care about it. Everyone else is less than important, especially the males, at least with the women she bothers to address them by their full name.

But don't think you have it easy. The second you go knocking on the other counsellor's door or flirting with a professor or two to get your grades curved up, she is furious. Demanding you explain your behaviour and just what do you think you're doing?

She knows you have a habit of playing innocent, of being a a spoiled brat that thinks they can get anything they want because they fluttered their pretty eyelashes and unbuttoned their shirt a bit. And she knows that you are absolutely right when it comes to all of these pathetic excuses of professionals, how ironic it is how much these so called professors think with what's between their legs rather than their brain.

So maybe she will loosen your leash a bit, let you whore around for some days and realise how boring everyone else is in comparison to her, how no one can satisfy you like she does. And then she expects to find you back in her office at the end of the day for the inappropriate behaviour you've been showing, after all it is her job as a counselor to keep you in line, isn't it?

The way you call her ma'am as you apologise, glossy eyes and biting your lips as you feign innocence, not knowing better and how you didn't think you were flirting really, you're a cute college student who is still figuring things out.

And maybe if you sit on her lap, keep calling her ma'am and pleading for forgiveness with your chest so close to her face, then maybe she will ending sweeping this whole ordeal under the rug. And things will go back to normal until this cycle repeat the next month.

#♡counsellor Minthara #♡Minthara #♡dark content #♡bimbo!tav #♡bimbo reader

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meiiuka · 9 months

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can i request shuichi with a fem s/o who's an idol so they have to keep their relationship lowkey like that

that’s so cute!

shuichi saihara dating you as his idol s/o:

category: headcanons, fluff

note: I GOT CARRIED AWAY AND WROTE A LOT i hope you don’t mind! it reads like a short story

• under the management of your company, you were advised to not publicize your personal relationships (especially not romantic)

• so when you started dating shuichi, things got a little hectic. you knew you had to keep it low-key but it was hard, so you had to get creative

• it was almost as if you were in a long distance relationship with the way most of your time spent together was on the phone afterhours 🥲

• there were only certain times where you could see each other and those times had to be planned far ahead in advance

• amidst the busy schedule of shooting a music video, you’d been finding it difficult to spend time with him lately but finally, you could

• shuichi drove to pick you up in a hidden area where you had snuck out of the hotel room you were staying at

• his black hat concealed the upper half of his face, but you could still see his eyes sparkling with excitement as he leaned against his car waiting for you

• thankfully shuichi’s detective experience served to be useful during these secret meetups. he could know all the ins and outs of an area if he did his research (and he did!)

• as you settled into the car, his heartwarming smile couldn’t be contained any longer. “we can talk more once we’re on the road,” he said, trying to suppress his joy at seeing you again

• when the doors closed and the tinted windows hid the two of you, he sighed. “i’ve been counting down the days to be with you again, my star”

• “you probably went through hell and back to get here,” you laughed as he gave you a weak smile. “am i really worth the effort?”

• “what?! of course you are! i’d do this a hundred times over if it meant i could see you for just a second…” he said as his cheeks flushed

• the car came to a stop as the city lights illuminated his face. you couldn’t help but admire how mysterious he looked in his dark clothes at this hour

• his breath shook before he spoke again but he managed to ask you a question. “before we part ways tonight, could i… uh… maybe kiss you?”

• he buried his face in his hands, feeling ridiculous after what he just said. him? kiss an idol??? to him, it didn’t add up, how could you love him?

• you held his face gently with one hand and tilted your head, leaning in to plant a soft, reassuring kiss on his lips. his face was hot under your fingertips

• “how was that, shu? does that answer your question?”

#danganronpa imagines #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa headcanons #danganronpa fluff #danganronpa comfort #danganronpa shuichi #shuichi saihara #shuichi saihara x reader #saihara x reader #shuichi x reader #if anyone wants it i will literally write more of this lol i really enjoyed it!#doesnt have to be with shuichi either it can be anyone

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otomehoneyybearr · 4 months

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Act 12

Episode 3: Reassuring Companions

Working w/ Maybelle Lace

Note: As you read, you will see that some sentences highlighted in a different color, this is what they indicate.

Pink: Flashback

Blue: Characters are acting

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Syu: You’re being quite thorough, making us come to a restaurant during afterhours. We could’ve just met in your office you know?

Reni: The office has been busy lately with discussions about plays and other things. Troupe members and writers often come in as well, so it’s not secure.

Syu: That’s pretty impressive.

Reni: Anyway, let’s organize all the information we’ve gathered.

Zen: Before that, you should fill your stomachs first.

Syu: Isn’t it past the orders cut-off time?

Zen: Today’s an exception.

….

Syu: Phew… Thanks for the food.

Reni: Sorry to make you do this so late.

Zen: I’ll just add it to the service charge.

Yuzo: Yo

Kasumi: Good work today.

Hiro: The heck? Only they get to eat?

Reni: Why are you all…

Syu: I called them.

Reni: What?

Kasumi: I was recording my show earlier today and Hiro came on as a guest.

Hiro: And as if the timing couldn’t be more perfect, I got a call from Yuzo.

Yuzo: Since you guys were going out to drink anyway, I thought I’d join in.

Syu: And I guess that’s when I had called. Anyway, it’s good that we all gathered here so quickly.

Yuzo: You guys were already here. Are we just extras or somethin’?

Reni: It’s a bit of an important discussion. I was going to tell you all when I got everything together.

Syu: Might as well talk about it to all of us at once, that way it’s less complicated, right?

Reni: Haa… I guess there’s no way around it.

Hiro: Is this important conversation about bringing Yukio back to Japan?

Reni: Yes. Given the nature of the other party, I had no choice but to move with caution.

Reni: During the second act-off between the God Troupe and Mankai Company, someone sent a copy of Tsuzuru Minagi’s script to Kusumi Ikaruga and encouraged him to plagiarize it.

Reni: Furthermore, that person had sent people to attack the members of Mankai Company as they headed to the God Theater the day of the act-off.

Zen: Those must’ve been the guys Banri and I fought against.

Reni: When I questioned Kusumi, he denied involvement with the latter incident, but confessed the name of the former’s perpetrator.

Reni: Moreover, it’s not the first time this person’s done something like this, as they’ve also had someone plagiarized Hakkaku Ikaruga, once before.

Hiro: No way, THAT plagiarism…?

Reni: Kashima knows about this.

Yuzo: It was his son, Kusumi, who plagiarized Hakkaku’s script.

Yuzo: Yukio decided to protect the theater company on the condition that he’d take full responsibility for the plagiarism and leave the theater world.

Yuzo: Its thanks to him that Mankai Company still exists and is eligible for the Fleur Award.

Hiro: I see… So, he did it to protect the company…

Yuzo: Yukio must have thought about Hakkaku's feelings of wanting to protect his son, Kusumi, so the truth of the plagiarism was never made public.

Zen: So who was the person who urged Kusumi to plagiarize on both occasions?

Yuzo: I’m not sure. Yukio didn’t elaborate on it.

Reni: … Keiju Amadate. He’s the head of the Hyakka Troupe, to which Kusumi was once a scriptwriter for.

Kasumi: The Hyakka Troupe?!

Yuzo: Isn’t he also a member of the Board of Directors?

Zen: So he would have the money and power to do something so bold…

Reni: At the time of the first plagiarism scandal, apparently it was Amadate who suggest Yukio to leave the theater world for the sake of Hakkaku and the theater company.

Reni: He promised that if Yukio did so, the truth about the plagiarism would never be exposed.

Hiro: It was more of a threat to stay silent and withdraw from the theater world than a promise.

Zen: Even though he’s the one who tempted Kusumi into doing this.

Kasumi: Kusumi was working for the Hyakka troupe, so why put the blame on Mankai Company…?

Reni: It was Amadate’s plan.

Reni: Mankai Company would’ve been put at a disadvantage had it been brought to light.

Yuzo: If we made one wrong move, it would’ve been Hakkaku being blamed for plagiarism instead of Kusumi.

Syu: Even if they were to go to court, it’d just cause tension between the parent and child, and Hakkaku would’ve had a rough time with that.

Zen: Did Hakkaku know about this?

Reni: Yes, but he didn’t know the details. The only thing he was aware of was that Kusumi had plagiarized.

Reni: Though, there’s a chance he vaguely knew that Tachibana took the blame for all of it.

Reni: Anyway, for some reason Amadate harbors strong animosity and hatred towards Yukio and the Mankai Company.

Hiro: So, they tried setting up this new scandal after the success of the first one.

Zen: However, this attempt is different than the first's.

Zen: If we weren’t careful, there's a chance that both Kusumi and the God Troupe would have been denounced.

Reni: I thought so too. If the God Theater was targeted, it would have been a hindrance as a Fleur Award nominated theater company.

Kasumi: But, the Hyakka Troupe doesn't have to resort to such tricks, they're good enough to win the Fleur Award on their own merit.

Hiro: Even so, at the end of the day, it's all up to the consensus of the Board of Directors that decides. It isn’t surprising that they’d try to nip any sort of competition in the bud.

Zen: Even if they’re only able to take down Mankai Company instead of the God Troupe, it’d still be more than enough for them.

Yuzo: Are the other members of the Board are unaware of this?

Reni: It’s no exaggeration to say that Amadate has almost complete control over the Board of Directors, even though he holds a mid-level position.

Syu: All the members of the Board of Directors have become watered down.

Yuzo: They ain't bad people, though.

Reni: That's how good Keiju Amadate is at gaining control over people's hearts. And there’s no doubt that he’s a man who will go through any means to an end.

Reni: Because of such a situation, I decided it was necessary to get inside the Board of Directors that Amadate was in control of.

Yuzo: Hey, it's not that easy to get inside...

Reni: Of course not.

Reni: But when I talked with the Chairman through a personal connection, it seems that he had been feeling uneasy about Amadate's movements for a long time.

Reni: After promising to side with the Chairman, I was added to the Board of Directors as a candidate on the Chairman's recommendation.

Reni: I need to grab Amadate by the tail and expose everything he's done up until now before he completely rots the Board of Directors council.

Kasumi: But if you become a board member, wouldn’t it be difficult for the God Troupe to be nominated?

Kasumi: The Hyakka Troupe is top class in Japan both in name and recognition, so if they don't get nominated, it'd be suspicious...

Hiro: Board members would be suspected of collusion if the nominated theater companies were related to them.

Syu: It's funny how the president of the Hyakka Theater is so sincere in this aspect, even though he’s so sinister.

Yuzo: You gonna be alright Reni?

Reni: What a foolish question. Just like Hyakka, my theater is recognized well enough that the public would think it strange if it wasn’t nominated.

Kasumi: So true~ .

Hiro: If you're prepared to do all of this, then I'll do my best to help.

Kasumi: I also have to pay back Yukio.

Zen: And we should also send Amadate our regards for all that he did to us.

Yuzo: So, what's your next move?

Syu: I'm trying to contact people within Hyakka Theater Company without being noticed by Amadate.

Syu: I’ll just be giving a progress report today.

Kasumi: How are things going Syu?!

Syu: Well… The more I investigated, the more I realized how tightly Amadate controls all the members in the theater.

Syu: But just when I thought I was out of luck, I received an anonymous email. –Look.

Syu: “Man was born for love and revolution. – K”

Kasumi: K reminds of Natsume Soseki’s novel, Kokoro.

Zen: The quote’s by Dazai Osamu though.

Syu: Based on the address, it looks like they from the Hyakka Troupe.

Syu: However, it’s possible that this is a trap set up by Amadate, so I’ve held off on replying.

Syu: But, sitting around doing nothing won’t help us. I can try reaching out to them if you want, Reiji.

Reni: Do as you’d like.

Yuzo: Syu, you called us over today to tell us something. Is there something else going on?

Syu: Right. I'm running out of information I can gather on my own through my contacts, so I’d like to ask you all for your help.

Hiro: In that case, I'll try to find for information in the entertainment industry from people that seem to have a close connection to Keiju Amadate.

Kasumi: Once we get enough material to corner Amadate, I can collaborate with Nadeshiko Publishing to get it published in their weekly magazine.

Zen: There’s a performer here at Gentiana who came from Hyakka, although he goes by a different stage now.

Zen: He doesn't talk about his past much, but I'll try to ask him about his time at Hyakka and get as much information as I can.

Yuzo: What should I do then?

Kasumi: You can come babysit my daughters. They like you because you play a good monster.

Yuzo: That has nothing to do with Yukio's case!

Syu: Then I’ll get props for Yuzo’s wonderful performance

Hiro: You could be my bodyguard with that face—

Yuzo: Again, that has nothing to do with Yukio!

Reni: (How reassuring it is, to have companions like this...)

Reni: (We need to get Yukio back as soon as possible. Everyone’s waiting for him.)

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blocksruinedme · 1 year

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Oli just said "this is lore" in the most sexual way I've ever heard and I'm overwhelmed. Sausage's response was "I love lore!". I doubt this is winding up in any videos, it's Sausage tugging on Oli's ears

fWhip and Oli started talking about Jimmy and fWhip told people to go find this art in his twitter likes/replies. It's not like fWhip said "this is gay" but no one was being hetero about it. It'll be a bit before 50minutes if you go look at the stream. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C4AacFeoVbA

Sausage would like a maid outfit, he will "make it rain" for an outfit. They are discussing "maid names" which sound like drag names to me.

SAUSAGE just cut OLI off for being too, well, saucy, "it's not the afterhours stream". I did not expect Sausage to be the one setting a boundary about big sausages.

fWhip is making it clear that Sausage absolutely has a filter, "you'd be surprised" the things he says. i do not think i would! I have know some incredibly filthy people, like nearly competitively, and I assume sausage can give them a run for their money.

okay the things they are saying about the size of Joel's portal and fitting three --- OLI was the one who said fits three. Is Oli competing with Sausage?????

get on this stream if you're on right now https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C4AacFeoVbA

#fwhip #fwhimmy #fwhip fanart #solidarity gaming #jimmy solidarity #solidarity gaming fanart #empires shipping #empires smp #empires s2 #livestream

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just-a-floofy-catt · 5 months

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ANOTHER DRABBLE WOOO ✨️✨️

(The bullet pointed ones tend to make less sense to anyone whos not me so just like, beware that ig lmao)

• Not long after Sun and Moon separate into different bodies

• Things have settled down after the events of sb and now things are running smoothly at the dc w the two of them.

• Sun was never let outside the daycare when they were together

• So now that theyre separate and some rules have changed due to alot of new staff and stuff, hes allowed to

• Hes curious

• Context : hes never met the Glamrocks before due to this, but he used to idolize them. He used to dress up as them and everything and always daydream about meeting them XD. He was just like the kids in that regard lol. He like really thought they were cool and its adorable. But obviously when all the virus shit happened he got too stressed to think about any of that.

• So, now that everythings even better than it used to be, his little glamrock interest starts back up in full swing

• (Also, the Glamrocks have kind of met moon. Just seen him from afar on patrol before, and also may have had an encounter or two w him when he was infected. But they dont know him properly or anythin)

• Sun finds out through the staff that apparently on the weekend afterhours, the band is gonna be having a practice session and run through on the main stage for a new performance. He gets like, super excited and begs Moon to ask if they can go watch, and to take him there

• Moon ends up asking some staff to arrange it and they do

• The glams are like, super curious but also a little put off/weirded out. Mostly cus theyve heard the dcas are weird or annoying (mostly sprouting from how sun can b a little much and moon can b a little scary at times. Their behaviour was amplified w the virus shit, making sun into an overbearing anxious mess and moon absolutely feral. Alot of staff didnt get good impressions from that and so rumors and shit spread alot)

• Freddy is mostly just curious and is just kinda assuring everyone hes sure itll be fine and that theyll be nice.

• Chicas actually kinda excited and trying to also be positive

• Roxy is convinced theyll be weird and childish and annoying

• Monty is also convinced theyll be freaky and annoying

• The day comes and Sunny shows up fully dressed up. He basically tried to imitate the glamrocks and its absolutely precious. Hes so damn excited and a lil nervous and shy.

• The glams spot him as hes bouncing over, holdimg moons hand and practically glowing, and their jaws just drop.

• Hes nothing like they imagined.

• Even roxy and monty immediately warm up a lil at realizing how hard he tried to look like them

• Its the cutest thing. They all think its so sweet

• He introduces himself and is just positively beaming, and a lil jittery. Bro is literally meeting his idols.

• Hes complimenting all of them and the way he looks at them makes them a lil flustered XD

• So they practice and all, like planned, and Sunny goes wild lmao. Whooping, cheering, whistling, everything XD. It makes them all feel a lil more energized than it probably should (he tends to have that effect :) )

• Afterwards, everyone just sits and talks and gets to know one another. Its nice.

• By the end of the night Sun tires himself out from all the excitement and falls asleep in Moons lap.

• Moon takes him back and bids everyone goodbye.

• Safe to say, they made a good impression on everyone and now theyve all decided that Sun must be protected and loved at all costs XD

(AND YOU TOO MOON DONT YOU DARE THINK YOURE SAFE FROM BEING LOVED AND PROTECTED)

(Omg now just imagining there being a silence between the glams when they leave and suddenly its just broken by Monty taking a deep breath and then saying, very seriously, "I would die for them." XD)

(Everyone immediately agrees)

(I should draw that)

• Oh, and Sunny is absolutely still their biggest fan

(Extra detail is that he 100% has plushies of all of them in his room and loves them dearly)

- overall tldr is that Sunny would be adorable trying to dress up like a Glamrock.

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wickedlittleoz · 2 months

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new fic drop besties!! afterhours

The Shimada brothers are now a happily married couple. Having ended the clan work and moved out of their hometown, they must find ways to occupy their time and make some cash. Genji has the brilliant idea of starting a streaming career - they're good at videogames and it's something they can do together, from the safety of their home. But one certain drunk, celebratory stream starts a different kind of theme for them: porn.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Overwatch (Video Game)Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Genji Shimada/Hanzo Shimada Characters: Genji Shimada, Hanzo Shimada Additional Tags: Kinda PWP, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Alternate Universe, no clan shit, now they're streamers, gaming by day porn by night, Porn Video, Chatting & Messaging, Exhibitionism, Gaming, Secret Relationship, Tattoos, they're horny all the time, Trans Genji Shimada, Squirting, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Double Penetration, Sex Toys, Sibling Incest, omg i almost forgot this tag lmao, Secret Identity, and how bad they are at keeping it secret, Masturbation, Love Bites, Strap-Ons, Anal Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Multiple Sex Positions, feet kink moment in passage, Blow Jobs, dildo kissing/blowing, Dirty Talk, Anal Fingering, Exposure, as in people call them out on their bullshit, and expose their little secret, Happy Ending, with more porn!, April Fool's joke, Pegging

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this au is a collab with @nuggies69 my dearest bb <3

#shimadacest #my fics #ao3 #genzo #hangen #genhan #hanzo shimada #genji shimada #just bros being bros

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karalovesallthegirls · 2 years

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66! 99! <3

OH HELLO BELOVED FRIEND!!!!!

It's Not You, It's My Enemies + Magical Accidents --------------

Kara really wished she knew what it was she did to make Lena Luthor hate her so passionately. If she knew then maybe she could do something to fix it. She could apologize, or fix whatever thing she might have broken unknowingly, or offer her soul over as restitution – something other than what they do now with Kara waving and greeting and pining and Lena glaring coldly in return. On good days Lena will even snap and yell at her for getting in the way. It hurts, but it's nice to hear her voice.

One particularly eventful time she even knocked Kara’s laptop off her desk and broke it.

The crazy thing is that they’d been friends once, or at least on the way towards something like friendship. When Lena had first moved to her department Kara had taken an instant liking to her, and for a time Lena seemed to reciprocate. They’d have lunches together and talk about all the office gossip, and it had been really nice. Then one day Lena came in and, for whatever reason, absolutely despised Kara.

She’d tried to find out why, pestering Lena at the water cooler and trying to catch her on the elevator. Whatever it was she did she knew she could fix it, she just had to know. Lena never spoke a word to her again. Stoic, unreadable coldness replaced the warm tentative smiles that had once greeted her every day. It sucked. So much. Being hated is not something Kara can tolerate – a trait her sister has repeatedly condemned, and one that was only worsened by that hatred coming from Lena of all people. Lena who, for a few amazing months, she really really liked.

-Kara comes in to work afterhours because of reasons and finds Lena in the midst of some kind of supernatural otherworldly conflict, the second she walks in Lena whips her head over to watch her with glowing orange eyes and is like NO YOU HAVE TO LEAVE NOW KARA. Whatever she’s fighting sees Kara and lunges at her, Lena protects her with a crazy burst of magic

-Something something they escape and Kara’s like what the HELL and Lena’s like “I shouldn’t have stayed, this was such a mistake” and is like I gotta leave here forever and Kara’s like no you gotta tell me what’s going on and basically something to the effect of Lena is from a long line of magical beings who have been hunted for generations and the way she’s one of the few remaining ones, and the way she’s managed to survive for so long is to keep her magic under lock so it can never be detected, and she tries to live a normal unmagical life working a desk job and moving every few years to always stay ahead of her enemies only when she moved to this department she met Kara, who was so sweet and kind and beautiful that she didn’t want to leave, and they got closer and closer until one day Kara did something small and precious and somehow the magic came out, despite being so kept under locks for years.

And it kept happening. It was like all the restraint and repression she’d spent years perfecting vanished whenever Kara so much as smiled at her. She found herself making flowers grow off the walls when Kara walked past, the air shimmer every time they locked eyes. Once, on a particularly difficult day, Kara offered to buy her lunch to help make it easier and while Kara was watching her with soft affectionate eyes she didn’t manage to see the way her laptop screen began to spark as browsers popped up again and again for google searches like ‘National City Wedding Chapel’ and ‘what does love feel like?’ and finally just the words ‘Kara & Lena Forever’ over and over and over again filling the screen. Lena tried to stay neutral but it was obvious she was staring and when Kara turned to see what she was looking at she had no choice but to shove the laptop off the desk, it landing with a loud and worrisome crack.

“Oh,” Kara said, and her voice sounded small and hurt, but the screen was blank now and that was all that mattered. Lena tried her best to stay away, she really did. But then again, her best would have been to leave this job and start over somewhere else, and that… that felt too much to bear. She couldn't have Kara, couldn't be a part of her life, but she could be near her. She could breathe the same air as her. That was enough. It had to be.

So she stayed and she avoided and she suppressed and she’d almost even convinced herself that she could do this forever when the hunters finally found her.

Now, after so many years of careful minimal living, she was on their radar again, and they wouldn't stop hunting until they’d destroyed her. And the worst of it is that Kara – sweet, caring, hurt Kara – is now a part of it.

#sunny i thought about your prompt all night it was excellent creative juice for my brain. ty ilu #trope mashup #mine #whythinktoomuch #aka my beloved friend #whomst I will get to hug in a MONTH

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In Another Universe (Love Just Happens)

The Finale Chapter

Setting: This story is set in a parallel universe to my story Love Just Happens about Bill Skarsgård and my original character Aurora Lou.

Characters: Bill and Aurora are the same characters but because they have other experiences they are a bit different from the original story.

Warnings: 18+, age difference, ageism, cheating, jealousy, possessiveness, slut shaming, smut, talk about weight, toxic relationships.

Notes: I had a flow while I was writing so here is the finale of this side story to Love Just Happens!

A BIG thank you to @b-afterhours who helps me with the language but also gives me the best pep talk when I need it 🩷

It went so fast. One second she screamed at him and the next they stood in the middle of the trailer and hugged so hard it felt like they shared lungs. Bill dragged his fingers through her hair while she cried against his chest. His other arm held her tightly, afraid she would leave him again.

They lied down on the cramped couch; it could be pulled out to be a bed but there wasn't time for that, they just wanted to lay close anyway. The both of them knew kissing was off limits, even if they thought about it when they looked at each other.

“So… You texted me and wanted me? Even if I had lied?”

Aurora nodded and dragged her hand over Bill's hip.

“I knew I would… Like… All your texts and voicemails… It was obvious you loved me or… I thought so until you didn't answer. It felt like you just wanted me if you didn't need to fight for me. If you didn't need to break up… divorce with your wife.”

Bill nodded a little.

“I never got those texts… I just thought you ghosted me.”

“I did at first. I was really hurt but I realized it wasn't me you cheated on… I was the goal you were running to.”

Bill nodded quickly.

“Yes, I was just so worried to lose you and then the lie just grew. My thought all along was to get a divorce but it needed to be at the right time, for my girls' sake.”

Aurora placed her arms around Bill's neck and he pulled her closer around her waist so she wouldn't fall out of the couch. She could feel her pulse in her pussy and pushed herself against Bill's thigh. Bill didn't think about it because he was so lost in her eyes.

“And now?” She asked and bit her lip from the nerves. Bill looked at her and pushed her even closer to his body.

“I want you. I will not lie anymore, for you or myself. I still love you. So fucking much. I will divorce my wife as soon as I can. I will call her tomorrow.”

Aurora looked into Bill's sincere eyes and even if she shouldn't, she kissed him passionately.

“I love you too, you weird, confusing man.”

Bill laughed and kissed her again.

“Never, never will I confuse you again. I promise, I will do everything for you.”

×××

Aurora told Bill to wait to talk with his wife until he was in Sweden. He really didn't want to wait but Aurora wouldn't let him come close until he was separated. He watched her from afar, like he had done before but instead of her looking away, he got a bright smile back. He felt alive again. Even if he had gotten his dream job, it felt like he had been walking in his sleep the last year and now he was awake again. He stole moments with Aurora, talking softly to each other with deep eye contact or he helped her with the script. He masturbated every night; a smile from her was enough, even if the baby blue panties were appreciated help.

After two more weeks it was finally the day he had waited for: the make out scene. He would finally come closer to her, even touching her naked skin. She would only be in a bra and leggings. He himself would just be in boxers and he was a bit afraid he would get hard. It would never happen with another actress but this was Aurora. His Lou. Soon she would even be his girlfriend, for real this time.

He felt giddy while walking to the set. They were in the doctor's big house again and he met Erica in the hallway who waved a pair of white boxers towards him.

“No Calvin's today!”

Bill smirked, bigger than she had seen before and she knew why. The man was in love.

“Were they bought at the supermarket or something? He asked and followed her to the room they had set up as a wardrobe.

“Almost. H&M but you probably feel right at home in that,” she joked.

“I think my hoodie actually is from H&M,” he said, looking at the tag when he had pulled it off. He had a white tank on and he felt Erica's eyes on him.

“How did you look before you got skinny?”

Bill looked at her with an unreadable expression.

“I was really muscular. Abs like a washing board. It wasn't even a six-pack, I had an eight-pack,” he joked, but in a totally serious tone. Erica crossed her arms and looked at him, amused.

“Look who is all funny and in love,” she teased, which made Bill blush a little but he smiled brightly.

“Your obsession is, by the way, already here. I've dressed her up in a purple lace bra, only for you.”

Bill continued to smile and walked behind the screen to change to the white boxers. When he walked out, Erica looked discreetly at one thing. Yeah okay, she maybe also would have patience with such an unclear man if he came with such a gift.

When Bill had gotten his make-up done, he went to the bedroom where the scene would happen and saw Aurora sitting on the side of the bed. Her hair lay curly and messy around her shoulders while the bra pushed up her chest. Bill smirked to himself but also gave the other people in the room a look. He could feel that protectiveness grow inside his belly again.

“Bill! There you are!” Max said, and Bill walked up to him in his robe. He smiled at Max but tried to hide the emotions Aurora created in him.

“I've already gone through the scene with Aurora but I guess you don't need that sort of help?” Bill gave him a look because it sounded like he was trying to talk shit about his girl.

“She comes into the room. I'll watch that silly soap opera. I see them kiss and finally dare to kiss Lou while she's searching for a top in the wardrobe?”

“Exactly.” Max looked at him with a smirk and then towards Aurora. Bill got a bad vibe but he also knew he was really overprotective of Lou.

Aurora still struggled with the acting and Bill could feel he carried much of the scene himself, even if they had cut down on Aurora's line. He knew she was just there to promote herself as a singer and he would help her as much as he could with that.

They did their lines over and over. Bill put everything into his acting but also tried to help Aurora as much as possible. Others probably noticed how much he wanted her to succeed, but at that moment, he didn't care if they would talk behind their backs.

Then it was the make out scene, where Bill would spin her around insecurely and put her lips on her harsh and clumsy. It didn't go that way; instead, he spun her around softly and elegantly. He pushed her body against his and kissed her with all that hunger he had built up that week for her. She answered the same way and leaned up so much on her tippy toes that he needed to hold her hard to stop her from falling over him.

They didn't know what people did around them; they had drowned in their kiss and deepened the kiss over and over and over until it was a full-blown tongue fight. Bill could hear Aurora moan in the kiss and he made a grunt.

“Bill! Bill!”

Max's voice woke him up and he released Aurora's lips with a loud smack. He looked up with heavy eyes while Aurora lowered herself down on the soles of her feet. Both of them looked around at all the people who either smirked or looked at them with the biggest eyes.

This wasn't acting. He had just cheated in front of most of the crew. He wiped away Aurora's lip gloss from his mouth and then looked at her instead of their audience. Aurora looked up at him. She looked nervous but not as upset as he thought she would be.

“I'll think we'll take a break here,” said Max without letting them go with his eyes. Even if he said it loud and clear, few people reacted; everyone wanted to stay and see the show.

“I said, we'll take a break!” Max said it much louder and he was also much more upset. Everyone started to shuffle to get away, including Aurora, who put on Bill's robe, even if he just had boxers on. He knew Max wouldn't let him go, so he sat down on the bed and dragged his hand over his face.

“Aurora,” said Frank and he gave her a look. He didn't look upset in the same way as Max but it was enough for Aurora to sit down next to Bill while trying to swallow the lump in her throat.

Max gave them an irritated look and sat quietly for a moment on a chair opposite them while Frank stood to the side.

“Bill… I had higher thoughts about you. What is this? This is-"

“Private,” interrupted Bill, who looked at the director with an intense look.

“Not if you choose to have foreplay while we're working!”

Aurora looked at her hands. She just wanted to disappear. She wished they could take back their kiss but it was unavoidable. It stood in the script and they had worked up for this the whole week with flirtatious behavior, short meetings and secret smiles.

Bill sighed and leaned back on his hands. He looked at Aurora and as a reflex, he patted her back to see if she was okay. The small gesture made Max sigh loudly.

“Bill, you're married.”

Bill looked at Max and licked his lips.

“As I said, that's private but… I will do something about that.”

“People here will not shut up, even if they have an obligation to keep silent. I recommend doing it soon. It will be the best for the series but also…” Max shook his head in disbelief.

Aurora didn't say anything; she was once again the mistress but now by choice. People would talk about her and probably call her cheap and slut and other creative words but she couldn't find the emotion where she would regret her behavior. She wanted Bill now. She didn't care about anything else.

“I think you two should take a break for today. I don't want to see anything more of this. This is a professional environment,” said Max and Bill nodded a little. Aurora looked up at the three men and felt even smaller than she was but felt much more safe when Bill took her hand. Max gave them a disapproving look but didn't say anything. He had done what he could now.

×××

They went back to his trailer when they had clothes on again. They met several curious eyes but they let them be. Bill joked softly about the two of them being much more interesting than the others, so they would automatically get attention. Aurora knew they got attention because what they did was wrong but she giggled at it anyway.

She looked at him while he made tea for them and pulled up her legs on the couch. They had things to talk about now that they could finally be together for a longer period of time. Everyone knew anyway what was happening in his trailer.

“You can't do it on the phone. That would be awful,” she said when Bill put down the mugs on the table in front of them.

“I know… We have been married for eleven years. Did you know that?”

Aurora took her cup with shaky hands and shook her head.

“I could guess it was something like that. Your oldest daughter must be... 14 now?”

Bill smiled a little. It felt like warmth in his chest when she knew how old his daughter was after such a long time.

“You're closer in age than we are…”

Aurora laid a hand on his thigh and he took it in his hand. Neither of them commented on what he said; the both of them knew it didn't really matter.

"But, babe,” said Bill and Aurora looked up at him with big chestnut eyes. “I must call. I know it's awful. I wish I could do it another way but it's my only way to know I will be the one who tells her instead of her reading it on Twitter or something.” Aurora nodded and looked at Bill, examining him. He sat and looked up at the ceiling. There was much to process. Even if he wanted and felt ready to get a divorce, he had lived with his wife for such a long time that he would break their family apart. He turned to Aurora when he felt her worried eyes on him. He smiled a little and laid his arm around her so they could hug while sitting. It was worth doing all that for Aurora.

“I guess it will not come as a shock for her," she asked.

“No, I just think she didn't think I would dare to do it, that I would have a bad conscience but she knew… The whole time.”

Aurora nodded.

“Yeah, she deleted my texts.”

Bill looked at Aurora with furrowed brows.

“Why do you think that?”

“Who else would it be? I saw that someone read them; they didn't just disappear.”

Bill sat up and leaned forward on his knees.

“Then she must have had the code to my phone.”

“Yeah? It's quite easy to get that if you just look at the person opening their phone.”

Bill thought it through. How long had she had that code? How many times had she checked his phone? And what had she checked?

“You're saying she knew the whole time. Who knows how long she actually has known?” Aurora said carefully. Bill's legs had started to jump and she looked at his lap, a bit worried.

“So she deleted the texts from you? She must have seen the pictures of you… And she has probably read my mail then too…”

Aurora didn't really understand but in the moment, it felt like he mostly spoke with himself.

“I got my first American role at the same time we… You and I lost each other.” Bill looked at Aurora with big eyes. He didn't need to say more than that. She understood what he meant and what reason she had to tear them apart, continuing to be with him and lie for two years. Their relationship wasn't just boring; it was toxic as hell.

“I must call her now,” he said through his teeth and took his phone that was lying on the table. “I don't want to be with her for a minute more. This marriage is… Poison.

“Hey, hey.” Aurora laid her hand on his phone and moved her hand down to his. Bill looked at her, confused.

“You're better than this, baby. You have also lied and cheated but you can end it in a good way. Okay? If not for her, do it for us. Let us start without you being in a fight with her.”

Bill licked his lips and nodded. He laid the phone on the table.

“Do it classy,” said Aurora and she laid her hand on his chest. Bill breathed deeply before kissing his girl softly.

×××

Later that night, after Aurora had calmed him down with a massage and playing with his hair, he called his wife. He was alone in his trailer when he called her and told her he wanted to divorce. She wondered if it was because of Aurora and he confessed that it was the reason. He didn't say anything about the texts, the code on the phone, or her reading his mail. It wasn't worth it. He listened to Aurora. She was right that less of a fight was best for his daughters. He couldn't stay with their mom to make them happy but he could have a functional relationship with her and now it didn't matter anyway. He would leave her for Aurora.

He heard that she was upset but she didn't seem to cry, and neither did he. They sat in silence for a long time together, feeling the emptiness grow and how memories of them faded. Even if they hadn't loved each other for a long time, they have had a life together and now that would be over. Pictures of them would be hidden away, plans would be canceled and petty fights would be forgotten. They wouldn't be married anymore.

When Bill had hung up, he took his wedding rings from the bathroom cabinet and weighed them in his hand. He has had them on for eleven years. They had three daughters together. It was a whole life. He looked at himself in the mirror, expecting to see an old man's face but the man looking back at him looked more glowy than he had for many years. He knew it was the Aurora effect. She had painted him in color again. Even brighter colors than he has ever had.

He started to prepare for the divorce at the same time they were filming.

×××

They sat in the pub by the church together. Aurora had moved over to his side in the booth and they sat almost on top of each other while they ate their burgers.

Aurora looked at Bill closely. He looked different. He wore a black button up that had one too many buttons open and two silver chains hanging around his neck. His hair was pushed back, messy. She looked at him with big eyes while he talked about a rapper they both liked. Even if she was greasy from the fries, she started to play with his earlobe between her fingers.

“You should use this.”

Bill looked up at her.

“You mean get an earring?” He laughed a little. “I haven't had anything in it for like… twenty years?”

He heard how old he sounded and cringed a bit. His piercing in his ear was almost as old as Aurora.

“So? Can I try?”

A few of the crew members walked by them and they said hello politely. It was just one of them who gave them a side eye; everyone knew now he was separated and believed he had been when they had made out on set.

“With a needle?” Bill was doubtful.

“We can try an earring first. Some holes never really heal.”

She took a bite of her burger and Bill did the same. His heart was beating hard in his chest. He felt new. The archeologist felt forgotten behind him.

In her hotel room, he lay with his head in her lap while she held an ice cube against his earlobe. He didn't really think that would make a difference but he let her do her thing.

“Are you ready?” She asked with a soft voice. Bill just nodded, prepared for the worst but when she pushed the earring through he just felt some pain for a few seconds.

“Are you okay? Have you fainted? You're so quiet.”

“I actually didn't feel so much?”

"Yeah, it was just like a thin wall in the middle that I could push through. You have an earring now. A white pearl,” she said with a giggle. Bill sat up and looked at himself in the mirror opposite the bed. The pearl was in. Maybe the wrong earring but it felt quite nice to have the earring there. It wasn't much but it gave him a bit more edge. If it hadn't been a pearl. He smirked and looked back at Aurora.

“Do you have anything other than pearls?”

“The ones I have on?” She showed him her crystal earrings. They were better and smaller.

“Come, I can change it,” she said, and he laid down again.

Bill kissed her after he felt adrenaline in his body and attacked her mouth with his own. She giggled into the kiss and played with his earring.

“You must take care of it. I got it from my dad.”

Bill nodded with a smirk but then he started to think…

“They're not valuable, right?”

Aurora giggled.

“Do you think my dad would give me a piece of glass? It's a 1-carat diamond.”

Bill looked at her with big eyes. He had never worn something that expensive.

“I can't use it. Especially when your father hates me,” he said, raising his hands to take it off. Aurora laid her hand on his arm so he lowered his arm.

“It's mine. I decide what I do with them.”

Bill smiled a little but processed what she said one more time.

“But your dad hates me?”

Aurora smirked a bit and looked up in the ceiling playfully.

“You did break my heart… Lied to me… I'm his princess. Every man should treat me just as good as him…” She shrugged her shoulders. Bill pursed his lips and his eyes looked like they would pop out. He laughed nervously and dragged his hands over his hips like he was sweaty. Aurora smiled innocently, she kinda liked that he panicked. He was worth it.

Bill stood in panic for a while. He has had an easy time with father in laws, mothers even easier but he also never been with a girl like Aurora. Her dad gave her everything. She was so ambitious, she worked until she bled with every project she took on and it felt like other men's attention was always pulled to her. He stood quietly because the panic prevented him from seeing how he could fix it.

“Now you should say you will treat me as your queen and that is what you will say to dad too. Right?” She said with a smirk. She kinda knew what thoughts circled in Bill's head. He had never been with a girl like her and he needed to work for it.

“Right! Right!” Said Bill, and he clapped his hands together so hard that Aurora jumped. “Oh sorry, sorry. But yeah! Of course you're my queen!” He said with an excited face when he got the right answer. Aurora shook her head amused and still smirked when Bill took her in his arms.

“My queen…” he said with a big smile and kissed her passionately. Aurora laid her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. She didn't need to torment him anymore.

He pulled her down with him in bed and took the moment to caress every curve and hug her ass in his hands. He pulled away from her lips, his eyes were heavy and he licked away every smear of her lipstick on his lips.

“Ehm… You know… I'm separated now. I will be divorced in, like, a few weeks…” he said with a tentative voice but avoided her eyes. It was obvious what he meant, especially when his cock poked her thigh.

Aurora played with the hair on the back of his neck. Her dress was pulled up around her waist and Bill played with the hem of her lace-adorned stockings. He was still married and he also saw the problem; otherwise, he would have just pulled his pants down but she wanted him. They wouldn't hurt anyone now. The one who could be hurt already was. She dragged her hand over Bill's hard on and felt it move in her palm. Bill smiled, high on sexual desire and laid down on his back. Aurora pulled off the brown silky dress she wore so Bill could look at her chest while she played with his cock. He moaned just by her putting her hand around his thickness. He had missed her soft hands. He liked seeing how big he looked in her petite hand but even if it was amazing to see her play with his erection, preparing her lips for their job, he had other plans. The most important thing for him was to come as close to her as he could. He sat up and pulled off his clothes like he was in a hurry and Aurora couldn't stop herself from giggling at him. His cock bobbed in the air while he moved and slapped her skin when he pushed her down among the sheets.

“I've dreamed about this for two fucking years!” He said pained when Aurora lay under him with her legs spread. She smirked and moved her panties to the side.

“But you don't need to stress… This pussy is yours now…” He looked at her with heavy eyes and dragged his cock over her pussy, feeling the wetness and the inviting opening. He whimpered like a puppy.

×××

The filming of the series continued and Bill and Aurora continued to be so close that other people became annoyed. He did everything in his power to treat her like the queen she was. He spoiled her with attention, gifts and closeness even if much of his time disappeared to divorce his wife. She had an understanding of it but he felt like he needed to give her everything now, even if he had work, family problems and economical problems but he made it work.

When they wrapped up the filming, Aurora came back after having been in L.A. for two weeks. She had finished filming, so she had left to go home for a while. Neither she or Bill thought much about it but when she came back, he noticed quickly that something was weird with her. She didn't seem as happy but clung to him like she was about to drown.

When they were alone in his hotel room after the dinner, he felt forced to ask. Aurora sat down next to him on the bed but looked straight forward.

“I did it.”

Bill looked at her but started to feel the worry grow. He almost knew what she meant.

“I got a record deal. With Universal Music.” She laughed in disbelief but swallowed it down because of how bittersweet it was.

“But…” Bill felt his hands start to shake and he started to lose the feeling in his face. “What about Sweden? We said you would move to me?”

Bill heard how selfish his words were but he couldn't stop himself. They had a plan.

Aurora looked down at her hands.

“I must be in L.A… I'm a new artist, I must-”

She stopped abruptly because Bill had stood up with his hands on his hips. He walked around in the room with his jaw working from side to side.

“I must do this, Bill…” Aurora felt the tears in her nose and behind her eyes, pushing.

“But we had a plan!” He said, upset and put his hands on his head and continued to walk around.

“But I have a plan too… Since I was four…” said Aurora, wiping away the tears that now run down her cheeks.

Bill didn't say anything because he knew he should support her. This was everything she had fought for. She had helped him strive for his dreams and now he should do the same for her but he couldn't.

“So now it's over? Just like that?”

Aurora laid her hands over her face. It felt like she had fooled him. He had done everything for them to be able to be a couple and now she would leave him but she had said to him from the start, “No man will stop her from succeeding."

“Will you really choose a job over us?”

Aurora looked at him.

“No! I want both but you're stuck in Sweden!”

“You knew from the start that I had kids in Sweden!”

“And you knew from the start that I wanted to sing more than anything else!”

Their voices were loud now, and Aurora’s tears were in a constant flow.

“You can do that in Sweden!”

Aurora made an offended sound but then sat quietly. Bill wanted to scream, be angry and slam a door but when he looked at Aurora, he knew he couldn't do that to her. If he loved her, he must let her go, wasn't that the saying?

He sat down next to her and took her hand carefully.

“Maybe we can… Be friends?” He said, pained and laughed sadly. He could feel the tears in his own eyes but tried to blink them away. Aurora looked at him for a long time and watched the tears start to stream down his cheeks too. She kissed him softly and wiped away his tears with her thumbs.

Bill took her hands in his and laid them on his chest and breathed deeply.

“I'm sorry…” said Aurora with a low voice. Bill nodded just and played with her fingers.

“‘If I love you, I must let you go’...” He said and laughed sadly. Aurora whimpered and kissed him again.

“I love you…”

×××

Bill woken up to his own sounds. It was a heartbreaking sound and he had pushed his eyes together so hard that, for a second, he believed he couldn't open them. It was dark in the room, so he couldn't see where he was. He couldn't remember anything and those short seconds until his brain was just as awake as his body felt like an eternity. Where was he? He laid a hand on his chest when he realized he had lost Aurora and he sat up in the bed in panic. He could feel the sweat running from his armpits and back. He was alone and he started to realize he had been without her for several years.

“Hey?”

The sound came from the side of the bed and Bill jerked; he even woke up for real. He looked around in their bedroom, their bedroom in the archipelago villa, then he looked at Aurora. How stupid was he? It was a dream. Aurora and he were married, had a baby daughter and had a completely different story.

Aurora crawled down in bed with a yawn. She was dressed in an age old Pennywise t-shirt with her hair in two tight braids.

“Isis is sleeping… Must have been a bad dream..” she said, but then looked at Bill, worried.

“Hey, honey? Are you okay?” She said and laid her hand on his forehead. “You're drenched!” She caressed his neck and dragged her nails through his neck hair. Bill looked at her in bewilderment. His eyes were big and round.

“Fuck, I had a nightmare, I think? How long have I slept? It felt like I was in a coma.”

Aurora continued to look at him, worried but pulled away the sheet from his legs and took his hand.

“Come, we’ll take a shower…” she sounded still worried and led him to the bathroom with the baby monitor in her other hand.

She led him into the shower and he breathed deeply with his nose against her neck and his arms around her waist possessively.

“I don't remember so much now… I think I lost you and like… I was so miserable? Like how it was with Hilma. Maybe even worse?” He said with a deep, calming breath. Aurora giggled a little.

“But I'm here. It was just a dream…”

Bill nodded and looked up at her. She looked at him with a small smile and dragged her hands through his hair. Bill kissed her softly, letting her lips calm him down. It was just a dream.

But it wasn't just a dream. There wasn't such an easy explanation. What Bill got to experience was a loophole to another universe. In a universe where he chose to listen to his first girlfriend about what career to pick, he married his next girlfriend and chose a life of predictability. In a universe where he and Aurora lost the fight for their relationship.

Five years later, he woke up in the same sort of way, with his wife Aurora by his side. It felt like he had met her again after years of missing her and won her over again. Even if he had never lost her.

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