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deadsnothere · 1 year

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"I'm sleeping with your sister"

Synopsis - While alias and lockwood are on a date Alias's brother Quill Kipps find his sister and his enemy enjoying a "conversation and a cup of tea." (warning: it gets a bit spicy at the end no actual smut but hints at it!!)

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Alias didn't mind when Kipps was a dick.

Except for when he was a dick to Lockwood and Co. Alias joined Lockwood and Co a good while ago, Quill always thought it was a waste of her talent. Thought that instead of agency work she should’ve gone into making flare’s and engineering since she was so good with that field of work. He even got Fittis to offer her a job as a mechanic after a mission went wrong as an agent. But she declined and told him she already got another job and left it at that. Alias and Quill were never that close, They had almost exactly opposite personalities, Alias was kind and sweet, sarcastically caring and the biggest drama queen in residence of 35 Portland row, and loves Anthony lockwood. While Quill was- Well Quill and despises Anthony lockwood.

“Well..if it isn't Andrew.” I immediately felt my eyes roll. When I looked up there was my dear brother himself. Quill Kipps! He looked over to me smiling, Ethan, one of Quill's agents, who stood closest to me, doing the same. Quill was acting nicer now then when he first learned that I’d joined Lockwood and Co as an Agent/Mechanic, he wasn't exactly happy. I was rendezvousing with the ‘enemy’. Little does he know I'm doing much more than that.

Me and Anthony were just trying to enjoy a date- A simple date at a small cafe before we went out with Lucy and Norrie, Can't even get that in this family! “What do you want, Kipps? Can you not see I'm trying to enjoy a cup of tea and a conversation?” Lockwood looked pissed. I'm pretty sure he was more pissed about Ethan being here than anything. If it was just Quill I'm sure he would be a little less angry but he always said he hated the way Ethan looked at me.

And so did I honestly but mainly because it was creepy- Even now in the middle of a cafe he was staring at me through the corner of his eye, acting like we definitely could not tell what or who he was looking at. “I'm sure now that Quill got his tea he can leave us alone Anthony, don't worry.” I spoke calmly trying to keep the little peace there was.

Quill snapped his head over to look at me. I’m not even kidding, I think I actually heard a crack- “Anthony!? Since when did you call him Anthony, Alias?” I raised an eyebrow, faking a confused face and biting down on my tongue, to keep my nerves down. “Since, I joined the agency…Me and Anthony have become very close friends, I’ll have you know.” Anthony snorted out a laugh from across the table, looking out the window to the side. I kicked his shin lightly, giving him the best ‘I will kick you in the balls’ glare I could muster.

Quill looked over to him, aggravated. “You have something to say, Tony?” Lockwood looked back to Quill acting like he didn't just laugh at me calling us ‘friends’. “Hm? Oh no-” Anthony turned his head to me next, making eye contact. He tilted his head up slightly, his fingers played with his chapped lips. Gods that made me think of last night, my lipstick marks was all over his face, it was so cute he looked so done with me but continued to let me kiss all over his face nonetheless. I looked away from him this time trying to keep the redness in my face down. Gods, this man is infuriating. I just want to kiss him till he can’t breath-

“No I just think it's funny is all.” “What's so funny?” Ethan responded next, even surprising Quill. “That you're both so caught up in Alias’s business. She's more mature than the both of you combined and yet you cling to her like she needs to be protected from everything.” He looked away from me to the other two to the right of him, taking a sip of his earl gray.

What a fucking hypocrite. He acts like he doesn't do the same shit! ‘Oh Alias you can’t do that! It’ll explode’ Or ‘Oh Alias Let me test that very new flare design instead of you even though you're the one who made it’ and ‘I'll protect you darling, even though I have a broken arm and I've been stabbed 14 times in the ribs!’ Ok maybe that last one was a bit dramatic but sometimes I think he would…

“How dare you! I'm their older brother- I have full right to be worried over their safety at your shady agency, Lockwood.” “I've known them both my entire life, it's just being a gentleman!” Lockwood scoffed back at both of their words. Although he seemed more offended at the thought that I wouldn't be safe at Lockwood and Co.

“If there's one thing I'm sure of Kipps, is that Alias’s safety is prioritized at our agency. More than you can say after your last mission together.” After a mission as an agent at fitties went south, Quill became a lot more protective over me. It was bothersome the majority of the time but there were very rare moments it was useful. “Don't you dare bring that up! You have no right to say that about me- You don't even know what happened other than what was put on the papers and that's barely true.” Anthony nodded along with Quill, a knowing look on his face. “But Ali told me everything. What you did..what you didn't.”

Quill looked so pissed, but immediately tried to ignore the comment about me telling him everything from that night. “Ali?! You let him call you Ali! You hate that nickname, you’ve always hated that nickname-” Ant looked so proud of himself, Laughing dryly. Interrupting my own response. “She's let me do a lot more than that Kipps, A lot more.” Three head’s shot over to him. Me kicking him in the shin, harder than the first time to hopefully get a point across. Ethan looked less than happy, with his pitiful little stare. And Quill looked as if he wasn't sure what he was going to do first, torture or kill him.

“He started to call me by the nickname on his own! I just didn't stop him..” I put my hands up in defense. “He’s a stubborn man ok? and plus it's..kinda sweet.” I put my hands back down, taking a sip of my hot chocolate, avoiding eye contact from my poor brother. It didn't take much to know Lockwood was enjoying this, just the annoying smirk when I called him sweet, and when Quill’s face turned red from anger.

“Sweet? Him sweet! He's a prick! an arsehole- The biggest dick I've met since trevor.” Trevor was a mutual friend we had, let's just say it didn't end well. “She certainly thinks I do.” I choked on my hot chocolate about dying as I tried to regain my composure. Quill’s face went dead serious. “She what.” I have a feeling this is going to end as badly as trevor. “I’m sleeping with your sister Kipps. We’ve been dating for almost a year.” Ethan’s face dropped, jaw opened, while Quill just looked at me, his eyes almost pleading for it not to be true. “Surprise?” I said in an uncertain tone, slowly moving my hands up to do jazz hands. Yeah just keep doing Jazz hands they make everything better-

It's not completely unprompted that we tell my brother, I mean we've had conversations about it in the past, we just never really got to it! “Alias Kipps when I told you don't rendezvous with the enemy I meant it!” I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. “He's your enemy not mine!-” Quill looked almost offended. “You used to hate him too!” “Well He's obviously far from my enemy now!” “We bonded over hating him!” “Well now we can bond over making out with him!”

Lockwood was watching this conversation like a tennis game. A smirk on his face the entire time, until my head snapped to him. “And you, don't think you're free, and don't think I don't know of your little jealousy game. I have half a mind to kick your ass right now.” Quill’s face now held a smirk. I was looking back and forth between the boys, about ready to murder, and it showed on my face. “Now Quill, Ethan please walk away and if you’ll excuse me and my boyfriend. We are going to continue our date. bye bye” If it weren't for the fact that I looked ready to kill, they probably wouldn't have left, but after being my sibling for so long I think Quill learned what I could and couldn't do. They both reluctantly walked away keeping his stare on me and Anthony until he was out of the cafe.

I'm not sure which feeling was stronger, lust or anger. but i'm pretty sure it's both. I mean what an ass! Who does anthony think he is! He didn't even ask if it was ok to tell him. God he made my blood boil, but by the way he was sitting there with his legs man spread looking so proud of himself gods, I just want to absolutely ruin his perfect face. Force him to whine and whimper for my touch. Gods he'd look so perfect...

This was going to be a long date.

“Anthony.” I took in a deep breath trying to relax my head, at this point I couldn't tell what was anger and what was lust. He smiled at me with his ‘please forgive me’ smile. “Yes darling?” I stood up and took two steps to stand beside him, whispering in his ear. “When we get home, I expect to find you on your bed ready for me, got it?” I put my hand on his thigh and set my other hand on his shoulder. He nodded as a yes but that isn't exactly what I was expecting, he knows exactly what I'm expecting. The hand on his thigh trailed up just a bit higher, “Excuse me?” “Yes ma'am.” I nodded in satisfaction, patting his shoulder and moving both of my hands away. Picking up my to-go cup of hot chocolate, which was still hot, thank gods.

“Come on, Ant! We have places to be don't we? Promised Lucy and Norrie that double date.” I kissed his cheek and patted the other with my hand. “But I'll uh- give you a minute, I'll be outside getting a cab.” Even as I was walking away I could feel him staring at me. This time his stare was almost pleading for me to come back, desperate for attention.

part 2?

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youwouldntlietopapa · 8 months

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kissing prompt thingy: 44+50 for copia please, thank you very much✨

It's done! At... 1:45am. I'm going to eat dinner now and leave this here.

Enjoy!

Includes: Idiots, fluff, back seat make-outs, wee bit of sexy action but no real smut, did I mention idiots?

also available on AO3

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“No, no, that’s all right… No, I completely und-… sure. Right… Yes, we’ll be here. There isn’t really anywhere to go… Sure. Thank you… Thanks. Bye.”

Fuck. The tow truck would be at least an hour, if not more. And an added fee for being so far out. Plus whatever the repairs would be. It wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t anyone’s fault. But you could say, with certainty, that Sister Imperator would be demanding an explanation in the morning regardless. Wonderful.

Copia is still standing at the front of the car, with its hood open, steaming and hissing angrily. The car, not Copia. He is just making the odd noise and poking at a few things tentatively, trying to look knowledgeable. The section of highway isn’t even lit and the moonlight isn’t really cutting it. You walk over to join him, looking at the mechanical workings with all the confidence of a caveman with a cell phone.

“I think I spot the problem.”

“Really?” You look at him with a little more astonishment than was probably complimentary.

“Si,” he nods sagely. “The problem is I don’t know shit about how cars work.”

You snort. No matter how bad the day, no matter how screwed the situation might be, he never fails to make you laugh. “Perfect. I’ll call the tow company back and tell them we figured it out.”

“How long?” He nudges you gently.

“An hour. Minimum.” You tip your head sideways, resting it on his shoulder. “I’m sorry about all this.”

Copia only waves the apology away, resting his cheek against the top of your head. “Not your fault. You didn’t make the car car break down. It happens sometimes.”

“I still didn’t mean to get us stuck out in the middle of no where, in the dark, waiting for a tow.”

He only chuckles. “I can think of worse places and worse people to be stuck with.”

“Oh, well, I will take solace in not being the worst.” You tease right back.

Carefully, you pull away, walking back around to the driver’s side. The door is still hanging open and to drop into the old leather seat. If you have to wait, might as well enjoy the rare opportunity for star gazing and quiet. The car groans in protest as it usually does when you press the release for the roof.

“Sorella, I don’t know shit about cars, but I think I can say that button doesn’t fix the engine.”

“No?” You laugh. “Well, damn. And here I thought I had the answer.”

The roof needs help folding back and out of the way. It’s only a little bit of a struggle before Copia comes to his senses and rushes over to help. Between the two of you, it goes much smoother.

“eh…. Can I ask why we do this?”

You climb into the big back seat and pat the spot beside you. “Come here and I’ll show you.”

He raises a brow, but doesn’t argue, climbing in next to you. Watching curiously as you slump down in your seat a bit, tipping your head back, and staring up at the sky. Copia waits a moment before following suit, smiling when he sees the view provided without the city’s light pollution.

“È bellissimo…” His voice is soft, as if he’s afraid to disturb anything. “I don’t remember the last time I was free to… just sit and enjoy the stars. Too busy. Too much work. Grazie, cara mia.”

For a while, you’re content to sit quietly. Pointing out the few constellations you know. Listening to the distant sounds of the local wild life. But the chill of the evening creeps up before too long and you catch yourself shivering. Copia tries his best to look like he’s not looking, though it would be hard to miss it, sitting so close.

“Do you want my jacket, Sorella? You look cold.” He cracks and asks.

“Oh, no. No, no. Thank you, Papa. I wouldn’t feel right letting you catch a chill.” Papa. You’ve known him long enough and well enough that the formal title only comes out during office hours and when you’re worried about overstepping. Regardless of how familiar you might be, he’s still… him and you’re still… just another Sibling.

Copia rolls his eyes and huffs, softly. “Ah… I see.”

“See what?” You shift a little to look at him.

“We are back to Papa.”

Apparently the switch hasn’t gone unnoticed. Or the reasons why. At least, whatever reasons he assumes. “Did you leave your position and not tell me? I’m sure I would have heard about it.”

He gives you a bit of a look. One that doesn’t particularly feel good about the poorly timed attempt at humour. “Don’t play stupid, Sorella. It doesn’t suit you. You forget I know how clever you are.”

“No. I assure you, I’m an idiot.” You sigh and nudge him softly. The silent gesture that’s come to mean something more, something you can’t fully articulate. When things are shit but at least you can know someone has your back. “I’m sorry… Copia. Thank you for the offer, but I really don’t want you to be cold because I didn’t think to bring a coat. I’ll be all right.”

“I don’t really want to be cold either.” He admits, finally relaxing again and offering a small smile. “But, maybe a compromise?”

Copia shifts closer, urging you to lean forward. You have no idea what he’s up to, but you’re also not really eager to be rude twice, so you comply. When he tugs you back against the seat, he holds his hoodie open, tucking you against his side and wrapping the jacket and his arm around you. It is, you’re forced to admit, delightfully warm. Pressed up against him, with his arm holding tight. The lingering smell of his cologne and… You clear your throat, staring hard at the stars overhead.

His other hand rests on his thigh, not that you were looking or anything. It just happens to be where it was. Quite close to your own hand, which is irrelevant, really. Just two hands, relatively close together, while you platonically cuddle and look at the stars. Nothing more. Obviously. And the way his finger softly nudges yours? Why would there be anything strange about that? No stranger, certainly, than hooking your pinkie together with his finger would be. For instance.

And if, say, that single pair of fingers, hooked together were to become a single pair of hands holding each other, that too wouldn’t be so strange. Would it? Or thinking a little too hard about how soft the leather of his glove is? Or how warm his hands are? What normal person wouldn’t think about things like that in a situation like this? None you’d want to meet, that’s for sure. Those are the real weirdos.

Copia opens his mouth, seeming very much like he has something to say, right before shutting it again. A process he repeats about half a dozen times while you pretend to be focused on the cosmos and he looks a bit like a guppy. Which is very cute. In a very platonic way. Because that’s what this is. Just… good friends. Holding hands. Cuddling. Staring at the stars. Not being weird about it. And definitely not commenting on the strained, awkward noise he makes before trying to hide it with a cough. Just rub your thumb, platonically and soothingly, over his knuckles. Like a very good friend.

“… Copia?” You hear your own voice say, which is very odd because you’re sure you meant to just sit quietly.

“eh... uh… Yes, Sorella?” He freezes in place.

Shit. I’m an idiot. Why did I say that? And why was it a question? Like I had more to say??? Your head screams as your mouth betrays you again. “… are you going to kiss me?”

“Do-do-do you w-want me to?”

Do I? I mean, I’ve thought about it a… normal amount. I’m NOT saying that out loud. Satan’s tits, don’t be absurd. While you got lost in a downward spiral of wondering if Satan’s tits was an insult to Him, your mouth carried on without you.

“… only if you want to.”

For a very long, very quiet moment, you both stare into space. Literally for once. Even your own head has gone oddly quiet while you’re grateful that his leather glove is hiding how sweaty your palm has gotten.

“… now?” He blurts, immediately making a face of deep regret that you can feel in your soul.

“Sure… or later… whenever… or not at all. I just thought… and then… because we’re… and the stars…” You come to the conclusion that Satan’s tits is, in fact, insulting to Him because your mouth is apparently possessed by a demon who both can’t shut up and can’t form a complete sentence. A problem you’re only just coming to terms with when Copia’s hand slips from yours to cup your cheek and kiss you. One single, soft kiss and you sit there staring at him like he’s the first person you’ve ever seen and attempting to copy his guppy impression. “…….. now is good too.”

There’s more than a touch of panic on his face which is, if you’re being honest, not the ideal expression from someone who just kissed you. “Mi spiace! I should… I should have warned you first or-or say more or something. I didn’t mean t-”

Oh, to hell with it. You wipe your palms quickly on your pants and cup his cheeks, kissing him again. Aiming for confident, it starts much softer than planned. Still half convinced that he was just being nice. But he doesn’t pull away. He leans into the touch and into the kiss, shifting toward you to make the angle less troublesome. His arm wrapped around you pulls you closer and his hand moves to your hip, sliding down to grip your thigh.

Copia breaks the kiss first and you almost make it to disappointment before his mouth presses to your jaw, trailing along it to just below your ear and down your neck. To the spot where your neck meets your shoulder and his mouth hits just right. Dragging a moan from the very core of your being. He pulls back and blinks at you in stunned silence for what feels like an eternity. Though it was, you’re desperate to believe, more likely less than a second.

“… Devo ricordare quel posto.” He says, just louder than a whisper.

Snapping out of his reverie, he claims your mouth again. When he leans into you, you don’t push back. You don’t want to push back. Instead, letting him guide you back down onto the cool leather of the wide bench seat. Your hands tangling in his hair, moaning into his kiss while your legs hug his sides. This is, you suppose, probably not platonic.

Copia’s hips rock against yours, moaning as shamelessly as you. By your estimation there are entirely too many layers of fabric between you, and it’s still not possible to miss how hard he is, pressed up against you. You legs hook over his hips, pulling him closer, desperate for more. So focused on the beautiful sounds that drip from his lips and feel of him so close, the rest of the world falls away.

Including the sound of crunching gravel and the squeak of an old truck door. The flashlight, on the other hand, certainly gets your attention.

Copia’s head pops up and you both squint and try to shield yourselves from the blinding brightness. Barely making out the figure of a lump of a man staring down at you.

“Hate to break up the party, kids. But if you want this antique towed, it’s now or never. I got other jobs waiting.”

“Right… uh… hi… we-we-we just need a second. Don’t leave! We need to tow. Just… one second.” You are positive you’re as red as Copia’s hoodie but, at least, the tow truck driver wanders off without a word to prep his truck.

Copia flops back down on top of you, burying his face in your shoulder, and groaning deeply. Less for pleasure and more the sound one might make when dragged out of bed at the crack of dawn after a long night out. “Are you sure we can’t just stay here tonight?” His voice is muffled by your shirt.

“Might be a little cold.” You offer as a very weak defense.

“I will keep you warm.”

You can’t help laughing, kissing his temple softly. “Sister is already going to kill me for the car. If I let Papa catch his death out here, I might as well throw myself on the mercy of the Church and hope she’ll burst into flames if she comes looking for me there.”

He snorts and sits back to look at you. “How can I condemn you to such a terrible fate, eh?” Still stealing one more kiss, leaning in close and lowering his voice. “But we are not finished. No. Only pause until we are home, si?”

“Perhaps I will make you see stars there too…”

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Devo ricordare quel posto = I need to remember that spot for later.

#ask prompts #papa iv x reader #ghost fanfic #MDNI

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subwaysurf45 · 2 years

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A Little Rusty (Ep.5)

Pairing: Mechanic!Bucky x reader

Summary: As an aspiring author and current intern, getting a new car was a luxury you never dreamed of. Natasha, your roommate, used you as a personal chauffeur until your car started breaking down. Luckily, you knew some people who worked at Auto Buddy, an auto shop, who could fix your car. But you hadn’t met Bucky yet, and quickly after you found out you’d be stuck with him for a little while.

Warnings: Ryan being a dick, Bucky being fluffy, SMUT penetration, quiet sex, dirty talking, Bucky being a sub.

words: 5229

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Ryan: I heard you got fired because of the groomer

Ryan: good.

Ryan: you deserve to get fired, you were never professional

Ryan: don’t forget to pay your rent bitch

You curled further in on yourself as you laid in bed, tear stains on your pillow making your cheek wet, you flipped to the other side to keep your skin dry. It was true, you were let go a few days ago and Hero didn’t want to tell the cast until after your opening show. Hero had called you in after work hours and sat you down, telling you how he found security footage of the alleyway where the altercation took place.

Bucky was there when you walked out of the theatre, your car was going to be fixed the next day so Bucky was still driving you around. When he saw you walk out with tears streaming down your face he immediately jumped out of the car to meet you halfway and pull you into a hug, apologizing for making you lose your job but it wasn’t really his fault; he was just standing up for you.

You could never be mad at him, if anything you thanked him for getting you out of that job even though it covered the majority of your bills. Right away you were hired as the secretary at the shop, Bucky didn’t want you to stay unemployed for too long but it didn’t work out the way he expected.

“Babe,” Natasha stood on the other side of your closed door, “you gotta get up, you've had two days of sulking and it’s Monday now, you have to go to work.”

“I’m good,” you whispered from your pillow.

“Tell them that I tried,” Natasha sighed from outside the door, “see you, honey, don’t get too hard on yourself.”

“I’ll try,” your voice shook as you spoke to the closed door, your phone buzzed again and you debated throwing it against the wall, Ryan would not leave you alone, it kept buzzing until you groaned and picked it up.

Bucky: you coming in today doll?

Bucky: Just want to know you’re okay

Bucky: I don’t want you on your own right now and I’ll come over if you say the word.

Bucky: Steve texted me saying he only picked Natasha up

Bucky: I’m gonna come over babe

You just looked up at the ceiling and waited for him, he didn’t have a key and you didn’t feel like standing up so even if he tried to get to you he’d have to break in. each time a car passed by you could hear the engine and you tried to guess which one was Bucky’s. There were a few times where you were convinced he was here but then nothing would happen. Until something happened.

“Hey, wanna open the door for me?” a quiet voice came from your front door, “I know you’re in here and I know you’re awake,” there was another pause, “I brought you one of my sweaters because Natasha told me that’s what you kids do these days…” a smile creeped into your face as you listened to him, “baby…wanna let me in?”

“Okay,” you whispered but there was no way he could hear it. When you unlocked the door and opened it Bucky immediately put a smile on his face, lifting his shoulders and arms to show the sweater that looked lived in.

“Hey, dollface,” he whispered and stepped forward, already pulling you in for a hug even though he hadn’t put his things down.

“Hi,” was all you could manage.

Bucky was able to get you inside and followed you into your bedroom, leaving the bag of food on the ground before getting into bed with you without having to be asked. As he laid down he found you facing away from him, he knew it wasn’t in a mean way; you wanted to be little spoon.

“I brought you some food,” he spoke from behind you, “Steve is fixing your car,” his arm pulled you tight against his body, “and Natasha got to work on time.”

“Good,” you nodded, you felt Bucky nod as well.

As tears silently slipped down your cheeks you felt Bucky’s lips press against your shoulder, making little hums as he worked to cover as much space as he can. You melted against him as his arms kept you secure, holding you tight when the warmth from his love seeped through your skin.

“I’m so sorry, I feel like I caused all this to happen,” his lips moved against your bare shoulder, even though he gave you his sweater you didn’t put it on, you just balled it up and held it up to your nose to smell him.

“I needed to get out of there all along,” your voice was muffled from his fabric, it was a mix of cologne, gasoline, and something else you couldn’t figure out. “You were right about him buttering me up,” your body rolled over so you were facing him, seeing his sad face.

“I just want to make sure you stay afloat even though if you ever need a place to stay you can always come stay with me,” Bucky’s hand cupped your cheek, “always.”

Without really thinking you leaned in and kissed him, working fast to get him to lay on his back so you could get on top. Your kisses weren’t slow or sensual, they were fast and almost as if you were rushing to get to something else. Bucky was trying to keep up but you haven't made out with him before, you’d kissed a few times but this was the most you’ve done with him.

“Take this off,” you whispered and reached down to pull off his shirt, your lips sucking his neck as you bunched up the fabric.

“Baby-baby, hold on,” Bucky tried to push you away but you kept going, “honey, let’s just take a moment,” his hands wrapped around your entire wrist and stilled your movement, “this is not the way we’re going to do this.”

“Please,” you whined, leaning forward to kiss him again but he dodged it.

“Doll,” Bucky slowly let go of one wrist in order to swipe a few tears, “I know you’re feeling a lot of things right now and I understand that you’d think having sex will make this less painful but I can’t do that, for many reasons,” he shook his head, “I just can't.”

“Why,” you broke out of his other hold and ran your hands up his chest, feeling the muscles, “it’ll feel good for both of us, please, I need it right now,” your eyes were only looking at his lips.

“This won’t fix anything,” Bucky said, “and…and if I told you I haven’t dated anyone in a long time that means the same for having sex.”

“How long have you gone without it?” you asked, finally looking up to his eyes.

“How old is Becca?” his eyebrows turned upwards, he was sorry for himself but also for you.

“Oh…” you leaned back so you were sitting on his lower abdomen, “we can take it slow when you feel ready, we don’t need to do the real deal next week.”

“Okay,” Bucky sat up and wrapped his arms around your waist, “I do like kissing you but I also need to be the one to navigate your thoughts right now because you’re feelings are in control and that’s okay but not right now, having sex and feeling good for twenty minutes is not what you need. If you need to sulk and cry that’s good because that’s the exact emotion you’re feeling,” you nodded, “you’re not really in the mood right now, you just want a release but this is not the way to do it; especially not this early in our relationship.”

Your eyes snapped up, “relationship?”

“Is that what you want?” a smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

“I do,” your hips shifted closer to him, “is that what you want?”

“Yeah,” a laugh of relief left his lips, “but…it’s different with a kid and I don’t have a handbook but I have rules but we don’t need to talk about it now-”

“Let's go to that burger place and talk about it,” you rested your hands on his shoulder, “let’s get out of this room and go eat burgers.”

Bucky drove with one hand on the wheel and the other on your thigh, you had put on his hoodie which was nice because he kept the top down for you. The wind pushed the tears and dirt off your face, making you feel like a new person. Bucky took every chance he had to look at you, smiling a little when you leaned out the window like a dog to feel the cold wind. Summer was close to being fully through the door and the sun was there to prove it, everything was tinted yellow in the afternoon and the sun managed to seep into your skin and rejuvenate your complexion.

He opened the door for you and walked with you until you got to the front door of the diner, he held it open for you as well. His hand hovered over the small of your back but you could feel it, the comfort was there was he seated himself you beside him instead of beside, just wanting to be closer to him.

“Can we talk about Becca?” Bucky asked, wrapping an arm around the back of your chair, holding into the little spindle sticking out the top.

“Sure,” you faced him a little, letting your knee touch his.

“So I haven’t dated since Becca was born, when she was very young I’d…” Bucky sighed and looked off, “I slept around to try and get rid of the feeling my ex-wife left me with,” he looked back at you and smiled, “but I haven’t attempted to date again, I worry a lot and it’s taken time to rebuild my confidence and it’s obvious you brought that out in me- I was also scared out of my mind when I made that move on you in the office at the shop, I have no idea what I was doing.”

You laughed and leaned into him a bit, “what you did was hot but it was just so unlike you, I never really met your flirty side until then.”

“I see,” Bucky kissed the top of your head, “anyways, back to Becca,” he took another deep breath, “I need you to know that I do like you a lot and you’ve brightened up my life and you’re just the most wonderful person I’ve ever been around…” you braced for impact, “but my daughters childhood is my top priority-and what I mean by that is,” he quickly cut himself off as if you were about to yell at him, “...you’re not gonna get mad at what I said?”

“Bucky,” you laughed, “that makes sense.”

“Oh,” he relaxed his shoulders, “okay…basically I don’t want you over all the time and doing a lot because I don’t want her to view you as her mother too early in our relationship because if things don’t work out I don’t want her to think a woman in her life abandoned her twice, she doesn’t really know about her mom but she does know she’s different from the other kids in her class when it comes to the open house when families come.” Bucky scratched his stubble, “you can come over alone but I also want you to come when Natasha is around or Steve, making you a friend to me in front of her.”

“That makes complete sense,” you smiled, “and if we do keep this going for a long time I never expect her to view me as her mom, I want you to know that.”

Bucky nodded, “this was way less stressful than I imagined.”

“Were you practicing this speech with the thought of your ex-wife?” you asked, reaching over and holding his shoulder, “because I’m not like her, I’ll never try to kill you,” you only started laughing after Bucky did, testing the waters with the joke.

Bucky pulled you into his side and kissed the top of your head for a long time, holding it there and he gently rocked back and forth. “I’m prepared to offer you a full-time job at the shop, I want to let you know,” you could feel his lips moving on the top of your head, “but I also fully understand if you want to focus on your writing or get a job so there's some like…” he struggled to find the words, “...basically if you want to spend some time with yourself and other people throughout the day, y’know?”

“I get that,” you smiled, “but I would love to work at the shop,” you tilted your head to look up at him, “I don’t know…” you also couldn’t find the words, “but I would like some time off, I’ve been told you should always take time to yourself before you take and start a new job so…”

“Trust me,” Bucky smiled, “I’m your boss and I’m human resources so I don’t think you’re going to get fired anytime soon.”

********

You sat on your couch with your feet laid out on the cushions, your finger typing furiously on your keyboard, a new idea had sprung into your head and you were near the end. You still had to go through the process of editing but that would be easier if you signed a deal with a company that would give an editor to you free of charge.

There had been more emails sent back and forth between a publisher’s assistant and you, trying to find a day in the coming months to meet after his vacation was over. Normally publishers would want to see the first five chapters instead of the entire book but you kept getting pushed back by other agencies there was nothing else for you to do so you kept writing.

The air in the room slowly halted at a random time that afternoon, your hands hovered over your keyboard as the little cursor blinked on the screen, waiting to compute the words. But none came, your lips were parted and your eyes scanned around the screen.

There was nothing left to type.

“I’m done,” you whispered, slowly putting your laptop beside you and looking out of the window, in utter disbelief. You reached for your phone in your back pocket and called Bucky, “hey, Buck.”

“Hi, Doll,” you could hear his smile, “don’t tell me you’re cancelling my dinner tonight…”

“Of course not,” you laughed, your eyes flicked over to the screen, “I just have some good news at the dinner, I’m leaving soon.”

“Alright,” he laughed, “Becca is super excited to see you, she has something from school she wants to show you, I think it’s a drawing of a story about her weekend.”

“I can’t wait, see you then.”

********

It only took a few seconds for the door to open after you knocked, and Bucky stood on the other side with a smile on his face. It was just you coming over that night, Becca had an early bedtime because she was going to a friends house early the next day which gave the two of you alone time.

“Hi, Becca,” you waved, seeing her hunched over her toys, muttering something to herself.

“Hi,” Becca stood up and walked over to you, hugging your legs, “I have something to show you.”

“Show me whenever,” you crouched to her level and tapped her nose, causing her to tuck her chin in her neck, trying to shy away. You just watched as she ran off to her room, smiling a little at the innocent girl.

“I wish she could stay like that forever,” Bucky said from the kitchen, going back to cooking the food, “pure, happy, just…” Bucky shrugged, “I know she’s going to have a hard time when she figures out she doesn’t have a mom and that scares me, I don’t know how to handle an angsty teen.” Bucky kept his eyes down as he chopped up the broccoli.

“Trust me,” you laughed, “you’re not wrong but at the same time you have to realize when that day comes she’ll look for you for guidance and if you keep pushing off accepting it both of you will be screwed.” you pulled out one of the bar stools and took a seat, watching Bucky’s arm slightly flex as he cut.

“That’s true,” he nodded, checking to see if the water was boiling yet.

Becca ran back into the kitchen with a piece of paper in her hand, holding it out for you to take. It was a very messy drawing of everyone Bucky was friends with, there was Nat, Steve, and Sam. you were there too, standing right beside the stick figure of Bucky. You were drawn with a pink marker and Bucky was drawn with a black one, it looked like there was a ball of pink and black scribbles but it was supposed to be your hands holding one another, after noticing that you saw a small heart stamp between both your drawn on heads.

“This is very adorable, Becca,” you smiled and looked down at the bouncing child, she was very proud of her work, “why did you add the heart and the hand holding?” your voice was still high and cooing at her, not mad but just curious.

“What?” Bucky walked over.

“Because I saw you two do that when everyone was over,” she twisted her body around, “I did the heart between the two of you because that’s silly but I saw you to hold hands,” she giggled, hugging your leg and hiding her face into your pants, finding the thought of you and Bucky holding hands extremely funny.

“Is that funny?” you laughed, picking Becca up and very lightly jostling her around to get more laughs out of her.

“Boys have cooties!” she wriggled in your arm, trying to break away because her silly emotions were too big for her, it looked like she wanted to run or jump up and down. Becca was at the age where she didn’t know what to do with her body sometimes, she’d either fidget with her skirt or sway around when she talked, it was the cutest thing she did.

“I don’t have cooties,” Bucky gasped, he took Becca from your arms and tossed her in the air a bit, causing her to scream from excitement. You stood and watched with a smile on your face, seeing how good of a dad Bucky was, “I think we should hang this up on the fridge,” Bucky kissed Becca’s cheek and kept her on his hip, going over to the fridge and sticking the drawing on with a magnet, there were other things on the fridge as well like take-out numbers and other drawing.

Becca went back to her toys and you helped out with dinner, setting the counter and getting Becca’s seat booster set up. There wasn’t enough space in his apartment to have a table so there were little bar stools, Becca couldn’t sit on the normal chairs but was also too old to sit in a highchair so Bucky found a booster seat to help her out.

Dinner was ready in no time, Bucky began plating everything and you got Becca into her seat, making sure she had her little kids fork and knife. You poured two glasses of wine and waited at the table for Bucky to serve and then sit.

He gave the smaller plate to Becca first, “wait for a second and I’ll cut it,” he kissed her head.

“I wanna do it, daddy,” Becca said and looked over at you, her eyes kept flicking over, “I wanna show Y/N how good I am!”

You laughed and took your plate from Bucky, “wait until everyone is sitting and then we can start,” you smiled at Becca, “what’s that called, when you’re nice at the table?”

“Table manners,” she smiled, picking up her fork and knife, waiting to show off.

“Alright,” Bucky said as he sat down, “let’s eat, huh?” he looked over at Becca who was waiting, her tongue poked out of her lips as she began to cut her food, trying to do it well but her fork flew out other hand a few times. “You want help?” Bucky asked and stood up, “it’s always okay to ask for help, Y/N’s not going to be mean.”

“Help please,” Becca looked up at Bucky.

Bucky stood beside Becca and began slicing up her food and vegetables into bite sized pieces. There was a small smile on Bucky’s face, watching what he was cutting but also the way Becca was leaning into his chest, holding his shirt and rubbing her face into him.

“Are you okay, lovey?” Bucky asked, rubbing Becca’s back.

“Yeah,” she nodded, “I’m just tie-tie,” which was her way of saying tired.

“What did you do today?” you asked, sipping her wine. You listened as Becca told her story, Bucky had sat back down and made sure her slices weren’t too big. He ate pretty quickly, not taking his time to chew. Becca was tired because she raced some of the boys in her class during gym, she was the fastest and the boys didn’t understand why a girl was beating them so they kept racing her; but she always won.

Bucky was done with his food and you were half way finished, “well, girls can be better than boys at everything, don’t forget that, alright?” Bucky said as he stood, taking his dishes and putting them into the sink.

When you finished you placed your plate in the sink as well and assumed the dish cleaning duty, getting started right away and not waiting for Becca to finish eating, when she was done you took her plate and cleaned it to.

“Let’s get you in a bath,” Bucky lifted her up and walked over to the sink, holding Becca on his hip, “you can leave whatever you don’t want to do,” Bucky said and kissed your cheek.

“I’m doing them all,” you smiled and watched as he walked with Becca to her bedroom to pick out the pajamas.

When the water in the bathroom started to run you were close to finishing the washing part of the dishes, you smiled at the sounds of giggles and playful shrieks coming from Becca. Her baths weren’t too long, Bucky had told you she doesn’t like seeing her fingers and toes get pruney, she’ll start to cry and believe she’s melting away.

When you were in the middle of drying you didn’t even notice Bucky had put Becca to sleep, he came up from behind you and slid her arms around your middle, gently squeezing you as he rested his head against your shoulder. His thumb gently rubbed your stomach and a few kisses were peppered on your shoulder blade.

“You’re the best thing that’s happened to me since Becca,” he turned you around so he could see your face, “you’re just so perfect, I can’t explain how happy you make me,” he leaned in and pressed a kiss to your lips, you weren’t ready but when he came in again you met him halfway, moving one hand up to cup his cheek. “Also,” he whispered, “Becca wants you to go in and give her a kiss on the forehead,” he laughed, “I’ll get a movie ready.”

“You just want me to stop doing dishes,” you rolled your eyes and the way he nodded, “fine, I’ll go say goodnight,” you scratched the grey part of his stubble before walking away, gently knocking on the door and walking in, “hey, Becca.”

“Hi,” she yawned.

“I just wanted to say goodnight,” you crouched by her bed and gently ran your finger down the bridge of her nose, “I hope you have a good sleep,” you leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on her forehead.

“Y/N,” Becca said quietly, “can I call you something other than Y/N?”

Your stomach slightly tightened, you didn’t want her calling you mom because you and Bucky weren’t too long into your relationship, “what do you want to call me?”

“Doll,” Becca smiled, “because daddy calls you that sometimes.”

You let out a breath and nodded, “of course you can, Becca, of course.”

“Okay,” she rolled on her side to look at her, “you make my daddy smile a lot,” she said out of the blue, “goodnight, Doll.”

“Goodnight,” you whispered and placed a kiss to her forehead, slowly closing the door on your way out.

Bucky was sat on the couch with his legs stretched out, holding both glasses of wine. When he saw you come to sit beside him he passed one glass to you and then grabbed the blanket.

“What was your news?” he asked after a couple minutes of comfortable silence, kissing the top of your head. You had moved to lay your head on his chest, his arm was around you.

A part of you snuggled closer into him, feeling warm because he remembered.

“I finished my book,” you rolled your head back so you could look up at him, even though it was a terrible angle he still looked so cute.

“You’re kidding,” he gasped and sat up, making you sit up properly with him, he quickly placed both glasses on the arm rest and pulled you in for a hug, “I’m so proud of you,” he squeezed you tightly.

“Thank you,” you whispered, something as simple as this felt so intimate.

He hugged you for a while, rocking back and forth and his fingers spaced out so he’d cover the most surface area. You just dropped your head on his shoulder and pressed your face into his neck, feeling secure and loved in that moment.

“You’re so smart,” he whispered, “you’ve got your entire life ahead of you and yeah, we might be a more than a few years apart but damn…” he trailed off, “I just can’t wait to watch you do all these great things.”

“Thank you,” you whispered again, this feeling was new to you and couldn’t be named.

“And you’re so wonderful to Becca, I mean, she talks about you all the time,” Bucky slowly pulled out of the hug, “you’re just amazing, such a wonderful little light to my life.”

“Stop,” you tried to hide your face into his neck again but he didn’t let you, cupping your face and holding it close to his.

“Never,” he whispered before closing the gap, his soft lips capturing yours. It was just one long kiss, but shortly after he went back in again, and again. “Sit on my lap,” he whispered.

“What about Becca?” you giggled as he tried to move you, making sure you didn’t knee him where it hurts.

“Come on,” he took hold of your hips firmly and moved you, causing your body to get slightly aroused.

When you were in his lap and facing him you were slightly looking down at him, but you had no power. His little smirk and the attractive arrogance made you weak, even though you were fully resting on his thighs you could still feel them shake as if you had been using them for a while.

He kissed you again and you let him, wrapping your arms around his neck as his hands felt all up your body. He pulled, tugged, and squeezed everywhere, you couldn’t get enough. Instinctively, your hips began to rock, this wasn’t your first time; you’d been to college before.

“Holy shit,” he whispered, guiding your hips over his hard crotch, “Y/N, if you’re gonna do that then we need to go to my bedroom.”

“We can’t just be two people making out on a couch?” you asked innocently, he let his head drop back as you leaned in to suck on his neck, still moving your hips.

A strained groan came from him, “b-baby,” his efforts to get you to stop were slim to none, “I haven’t don’t this is a long t-time- oh my god, yes…” he whispered, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close to him.

“We can go to your room,” you whispered, taking one of his hands and putting it up your shirt, your mouth fell open in a silent moan as he began to play with your hard nipples, “let’s go to your room.”

“It’s not gonna be good for you,” he weakly whispered, “I’m about to bust and you’ve barely even started, baby,” his mind was somewhere else as he tried to reason, not doing anything to get you to stop.

“Just put it in me and then you can finish me later,” you slid one hand down his chest, feeling the ripples of muscles and how taught they were, “you’re so tense,” you spoke right into his ear as you worked on the button of his jeans, “I can fix that.”

“Sh-shit, baby,” he lifted his hips and worked to move your shorts and underwear out of the way, “just like-” slid down on him without warning, causing him to yell, you quickly covered his mouth as you worked your way to the base and just held there. “Y/N…” he voice cracked, “you have no idea how…” his breaths were erratic, you could tell he was short circuiting.

“How does it feel?” you tried to be as sensual as possible, slowly grinding with him in you, “talk to me baby,” you pouted and moved one hand down to rub your clit.

“F-fuck,” Bucky finally managed to open his eyes and look at you, “Y/N, I know I call you smart and beautiful and all that-don’t get me wrong, you are, you so are, baby,” Bucky was scrambling to finish this thought before cumming, “but you’re a fucking smoke-show, you’re just the hottest women I’ve ever met, when I first met you- oh god, just like that -I wanted to take you right there, right at Steve’s house, you were just sitting there, lookin so…so…so- I’m gonna cum,” he held your hips so tight you knew there would be some mark.

From the intimacy, the words, and the way Bucky was basically begging, you were about to cum as well, your fingers were frantic on your clit as you started to bounce on him, placing the other hand on his shoulder to steady yourself.

“You’re so sexy, Bucky,” you whispered, leaning forward and licking up the shell of his ear, “I’m gonna make you come so many times, baby, you need to make up for lost time, huh?” you felt him nod as you whispered into his ear, “we’re gonna cum together, alright?”

“You’re already there,” he breathed out, “how?”

“Nothing turns me on like quiet, intimate sex, Bucky…” you quietly laughed, “you have no fucking idea.”

All at once you both finished together, to make sure Becca didn't hear the moans you both instinctively bit into each others shoulders, stifling any noises coming from both of you. When you were coming down Bucky kept going, jutting his hips up into you as he panted into your neck. You let him finish on his own time, kissing his temple when he seemed to calm down.

“You-you…” Bucky leaned back and cupped both your cheeks, “you’re a fucking goddess, baby…” he let out a breathy laugh, “you’re so good.”

“I’m so good?” you laughed and slowly took yourself off of him, sitting on his bare thigh, “I know you’re gonna whip out something bind-blowing at some point- I feel like you’re really good at eating people out,” you laughed when his face grew bright red.

“I mean…” he shrugged and got shy, “I really enjoy getting other people off, that’s all I say.”

“Let’s go to bed,” you pressed your nose to his and let him pick you up to walk you to the bedroom.

You were placed under the covers and left there as Bucky walked into the bathroom, coming back out with a damp cloth. He pushed your legs apart and gently ran the towel up and down to clean up, walking to the hamper and tossing it in when he was done.

“I’m gonna get you clothes,” he whispered and walked to his dresser.

“Thanks, honey,” you rolled onto your stomach and stretched out, feeling blissful and close to sleep, “I feel so good, you don’t understand,” you looked over at Bucky who was coming back to get you changed.

“I feel amazing too,” he laughed and took off your clothes, “Becca’s hanging out with a friend tomorrow and you can call in sick,” you both laughed together, letting him move you around when he got into bed.

“Perfect,” you pushed back into Bucky who was spooning you, feeling the security he always provided.

“Goodnight,” he whispered against your ear, “thanks for everything.”

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Spend the Night: Ch. 29

~Coauthored by @zeitghest~

Fandom(s): Five Nights At Freddy’s: Security Breach

Description: The familiar melody of Grandfather’s Clock chimes through the echoing halls of the Pizzaplex…

Charlie wakes up in her Puppet’s vessel yet again with one goal in mind: to stop William Afton’s reign of terror for good. She enlists the help of Glamrock Freddy, the emphatic leader of the newest iteration of the Fazbear Band. But there seems to be more to this bear than meets the eye—and the same goes for the mysteriously familiar kid the duo find tinkering with animatronics down in Parts & Service.

With some help from friends new and old, Charlie’s journey into the bowels of the Pizzaplex will unravel mysteries none of them ever expected.

Rating: T

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Constructed in the 80s

With the purpose to perform

Mechanic animals powered by

Children’s souls reborn

With the revving of an engine And the grinding of their gears They can make you fall in love with fear

~Built in the 80s by Griffinilla~

Tuning back into the conversation at the mention of his hollowed-out human body, Michael caught sight of Gregory’s confused face before looking over his shoulder at Lizzie. He let out a small, strained laugh.

“Hey, if you guys can forgive me, I’ll let that go, too.” His mouth twisted into a smirk. “Besides, Lizzie, you scare the crap out of Ennard and that’s a big plus in my book. I’ll explain later, Gregory.”

“Oh, is Ennard here, too…?” Evan questioned, a hit of nerves puncturing his voice. He wasn’t necessarily scared of the weird clown amalgamation, more so just... disturbed. Cassidy would never let it get close enough for Evan to interact with, so he could never be sure of its true intentions.

“They’re outside,” Michael responded, jerking a thumb towards the door they’d come through. As he did so, a flash of brilliant orange stuck out in the corner of his eye. With a little gasp, he moved to Freddy’s side and took the bear’s hand. He waved his other across Freddy’s vision, a little concerned the robot was suffering from information overload because of how still he was. “Oh geez, I’m sorry, big guy… Are you still with us?”

“Yes, I am present and accounted for,” Freddy responded, almost looking like he went through a mini-restart by the way his facial joints suddenly flipped from their lax, watchful pose into his trademark smile. He squeezed Michael’s palm, allowing the man to pull him a few inches closer to the group.

“Lizzie, Evan, this is technically Glamrock Freddy… but just call him Freddy,” Michael informed his siblings, releasing the bear’s hand when they stopped walking. “He’s cool, don’t worry.”

“It is a pleasure to finally meet you,” Freddy said honestly, looking between the lopsided clown and equally lopsided golden bear on the floor.

In his excitement, Evan’s suit had slipped to the side as it was want to do. He’d long-since made peace with the Freddy Fazbear models, and since this one was so different than all the prior versions Evan had a feeling he’d like Glamrock Freddy regardless. Quietly, he piped up: “Your design is rad, Freddy!”

“Thank you,” the animatronic replied with a soft chuckle, running a claw through Gregory’s hair. The gesture was meant to self-soothe more than anything, though he knew Gregory didn’t mind the affection.

Elizabeth stood nearest Evan, gazing at the large Freddy animatronic. She’d noticed him before, though she’d been most concerned with scouting for her brother. Now she could fully appreciate the design choice.

“You? Hanging around with Freddy? Wow, Mike,” Elizabeth remarked mirthfully. Cassidy told them how Freddy was a part of the group. Though from her understanding, it was mostly in mutual benefit for the only surviving kid.

“It's nice to see you both getting along again,” Elizabeth finished almost wistfully, the sound of circus baby's slightly worn voice making her sound somewhat far away. She was happy that her brother hadn't been on his own the entire time—though admittedly a bit jealous that Charlie had let Michael be the first to go into an android body. It annoyed her greatly, but she’d bite her tongue; why let that bother her when she could be happy with her brothers?

Gregory was happy to stick by Freddy, leaning into his dad's leg as he watched the reunited siblings meet again. After scanning Freddy inquisitively, Elizabeth trained her gaze back on the mysterious boy from earlier. She was fixated on something—Gregory could see it in the way her eerie green irises stared directly into his silver ones. When he remembered what Vanessa said, he flicked his vision away self-consciously.

She probably already knows, he thought, biting the inside of his cheek before scooting in closer to Freddy.

Michael caught this interaction and tried to deflect, rubbing the back of his neck with a laugh as he told them: “I kind of unintentionally possessed Fredbear here for a while, so he and I had lots of time to get to know each other.”

He glanced at the bear and Freddy smiled back, the memories of their first encounter now more endearing than anything else. Michael then returned his attention to his original siblings, patting Gregory's shoulder as he did so.

“Anyway—last formal introductions: Lizzie, this is Gregory. Evan, you've clearly met. He's been a big help through all of... this.” He made a vague hand gesture not wanting to speak their current troubles aloud just yet.

“I know you can't tell right now, Gregory, but from what I remember you do like just like me!” Evan piped up, pinprick eyes locked onto the boy again. Instead of shock or fear, his voice held nothing but avid fascination.

“Yeah, we're... not really sure what that's about,” Mike admitted with a laugh, ruffling Gregory's hair until the boy shoved him away. “Charlie's doing something right now, but she's going to be stoked when she finds out you and Lizzie are here! I'm sure she'll get you out of those things the second she sees you—then Evan and Gregory can really freak all of us out with whatever cosmic twin thing you've got going on.”

Evan giggled both at Michael's claim and the thought of finally being out of this rotting bear he'd been trapped in for decades. He'd gotten used to it, sure, but that didn't mean he liked it.

Gregory finally cracked out a giggle at the twin comment, glancing now to the moldy golden suit. Geez, he had a bear for a dad, a brother who’d possessed said bear, and another ursine doppelgänger he hadn’t even known was still around!

It was a good sign Freddy and Evan were both obtaining human suits—from the clues he'd gathered, it was better than him ending up in a Freddy costume next...

“We could get matching sunglasses and no one would be able to tell the difference,” Gregory pointed out, avoiding the self-depreciative side of his joke and instead focusing on the excitement of having a potential twin. Maybe Gregory could convince Freddy to adopt both the vagrant Aftons along with Michael and Charlie… Or maybe he was getting too ahead of himself.

A little gasp escaped the golden Freddy suit, the matted, moldy head shifting up slightly with excitement at Gregory's suggestion. “Ooh, yeah! That'd be so funny! We've gotta get matching outfits too, though.”

Oh boy, they're already plotting, Michael thought amiably, listening to the boys get along like a house on fire.

“—I miss Charlie so, SO much! I hope we can see her soon,” Lizzie said, the faintest smile in her quiet voice.

Michael nodded and shoved his hands in his pockets. “We're not sure how long Charlie's going to be, so you might need to hang tight for a bit; she's trying to get some information to help us deal with you know who.”

“...Hey Mikey—you're a robot too, right?” Evan asked after a moment of silence, pinprick eyes locking onto the eldest Afton. “Uncle Henry said something about making you and Charlie new bodies, but he didn't give us a lot of info... Liz and I guessed they had to be some kinda robots, though.”

Michael nodded again, figuring that Henry probably kept information to a minimum so as to not get their hopes up in the off-chance they wouldn't get to see Charlie again to free them from their supernatural bonds. Why taunt Evan and Lizzie with “human” bodies they might never get to use?

“You bet,” Michael replied, waving his hand in a flourish from his head to his toes. “Charlie and I are bonafide androids now. Pretty cool, huh?”

God, it felt so natural joking around with his siblings like this. Michael had worried they'd never be able to get along again, but despite everyone's physical states, it almost felt like old times... Almost.

Lizzie reached forth, gently grasping Michael’s mechanical arm and poking it experimentally. After looking from the arm back to his face a few times, she raised her mangled eyebrows. “An impressive ruse. You even fooled me!”

She let go of her brother after the praise and glanced down to Gregory, who still seemed somewhat wary of the weaponized clown. “It’s okay. I won’t hurt you.”

Well, unless they were alone; that might be a different story, the compulsion still lingering in Circus Baby’s coding after all this time. However, she had a feeling Glamrock Freddy and Michael wouldn’t leave his side for now. In any case, it was the last thing on Lizzie’s mind as she offered Gregory her more human hand.

Timid, Gregory reached out. He wanted to get along with the Afton siblings—so snubbing Lizzie’s offer would be too rude. His smaller hand slid into her rough metallic grasp, where she would loosely curl her fingers around his palm. It was an odd fit, but a fit nonetheless. When Gregory turned a smile up to her, she gasped quietly.

“Oh he DOES look like you, Evan…”

“I told you!” Evan insisted, a golden paw lifting up for a brief second before flopping back onto the ground in a mildly exasperated gesture. “It’s weird, but also kinda cool—”

His words were cut off by a faint yelp of surprise from the hallway Michael and co. had entered from. This was followed by a slightly nervous laugh and a low voice stating: “Oh! Sorry, Ennard; I didn't notice you there. You’re unusually quiet tonig—is that carpet?!”

The thickening tension in the room released in a swift burst when, as one, Michael and Evan exclaimed: “Uncle Henry!” Their eyes met and they shared a chuckle, before Mike moved to meet Henry at the door.

“Michael!” the bearded man greeted warmly, pulling his nephew into an embrace. It seemed that no one in this big, extended family would ever take hugs for granted again. “I knew I recognized your voice! Cassidy and I heard some commotion, so I volunteered to check it out.” Henry’s smile was almost giddy, the corners of his eyes crinkled in happiness. “I see you found your siblings.”

“I did,” Michael confirmed, releasing his uncle and beckoning him further into the room. “We’ve had a good talk… thanks for watching over them until I got here.”

“I did what I could,” Henry answered, his response both honest and humble. He stopped a few feet away from the group, acknowledging Evan and Lizzie with a wave before his attention was pulled to the animatronic bear and the child clinging to his side.

Henry’s eyes widened in surprise and he adjusted his glasses, taking in Evan’s doppelgänger. This was so startling that at the moment, he failed to notice the other interesting detail about Gregory’s face. Regaining his composure, Henry offered the pair another smile, thrusting out a hand for whoever wanted to approach him first.

“You must be the infamous Glamrock Freddy and Gregory I’ve heard so much about; I’m Henry—Charlie’s dad. It’s good to finally meet you both!”

For Gregory, it was nearly impossible to tell that Henry was a ghost. The sight of a normal looking human had finally put Gregory at full ease. He approach Henry and reached out to shake his hand. The closer he got to the palpable specter, the more he saw Charlie in him.

“Hi, Charlie’s dad! I expected you to look a lot…” Gregory paused to think about his words.

Deader? Like a mechanical bear himself?

“Spookier!” Gregory settled on, sending the man a well-meaning smile.

“Honestly… I kind of did, too!” Henry admitted with a hearty laugh, soon releasing Gregory’s hand.

It was then he caught a flash of distinctive silver in the boy’s eyes, causing him to tense up—but only for a split-second. Having much more tact then Vanessa, Henry chose not to acknowledge this disturbing feature just yet, though he did shoot Michael a look that promised, we’re going to talk about this later.

“I am honored to make your acquaintance, Henry,” Freddy piped up, grasping the man’s still outstretched hand with a beaming smile.

To him, this was akin to meeting a celebrity—the creator of Fazbear Entertainment, the reason for his very existence, was standing right in front of him. It was with reverent admiration that Freddy shook the ghost’s hand, and Henry’s expression seemed to match the bear’s in pure fascination.

“Wow… look at you!” Henry breathed, eyes roaming over the animatronic before looking between Freddy and Gregory with a raised eyebrow. “I’ve been told Freddy here is amazingly sentient, even for the Glamrock line—no offense to your counterparts, Fred.” He gave the bear an amiable pat on the shoulder, causing Freddy’s grin to widen.

“None taken—the realization was a surprise to us all,” Freddy replied with a soft chuckle.

The way Freddy brightened quickly at the sight of old Henry Emily brought a full smile to Gregory’s face. Freddy was so excited to meet the only good person that brought him to life—oddly juxtaposing to witness one of the biggest children's entertainment icons around nearly giddy at the sight of the man who helped create him.

“That's because Freddy's the best one—” Gregory said, suddenly feeling a cold chill running down his back. Gregory recognized that feeling of being watched, and he felt as though he couldn't move. A deep, bone-chilling laugh crept over his ear, catching Gregory by surprise.

“Har... Har... Har!”

When he whipped around, there stood the ghost girl from Charlie's séance. He jumped back, letting out a gasp as Cassidy's less distorted, more childish laugh came into focus.

“I've been waiting for you dorks to show up!” she chuckled, popping Gregory in the arm playfully. He rubbed the spot and rolled his eyes at her attempt to scare him, even if it had been pretty effective.

“Cassidyyyy!” Evan whined, already sounding like he'd been through this many times before. “If you keep scaring him, he's not gonna want to be friends!” When Cassidy simply stuck her tongue out at the rotten bear suit, it raised an arm and fell forward to shove her off-balance as she was just within his reach. “You're so rude!”

Gregory watched as Cassidy came over to Evan, playfully bumping into Ol' Goldie's leg with her hip.

“He knows I'm just messin'!” she said, sticking her tongue out at Evan.

In turn, Gregory shoved his hands into his cargo shorts and flipped her off subtly. If his dad and Henry weren’t standing right there, he wouldn’t have hidden it.

“We've been busy,” Michael said in response to the ghost girl, moving to help Evan sit up straight again. The feel of that molding death-trap of a suit nearly made him recoil at first, but Mike pushed through and managed to get his brother back into an upright position before gently patting his shoulder in response to Evan's quiet thank you. Turning to Cassidy, Michael shoved his hands in his pockets and added: “We don't have your prize right now, but we're working on that. We just came for a quick visit before everything goes down.”

“It's definitely happening tonight?” Henry asked tentatively, a slight frown creasing his brow.

He wasn't nervous, per se—at least, not at the thought of seeing William again. That he was quite looking forward to; he had some things to get off his chest. Henry just hoped this plan he and Cassidy cooked up would finally work... He didn't know if he or any of the other souls could handle another weekend like this one.

“It is,” Freddy confirmed with a resolute nod. “By dayshift, the threat of William will be out of the Pizzaplex for good.”

There was no room for argument with this statement; if the animatronic bear said it would be so, then it would.

Cassidy wrung her hands as she leaned against Evan's suit. A diabolical smile then spread over her braces. “I wanted to torture him for a little, but Henry told me that we'd probably accidentally release him again. So I'm gonna smash him instead!”

Elizabeth had scoffed indignantly, resting her hand over a rusted hip joint. “Why do you get to smash him?" It was a fair point even if pedantic or fussy.

“Who cares?! He'll finally be dead! I wanted the bastard gone forty stupid years ago!” Cassidy spat back, elbowing Evan slightly. “Back me up, Evan!”

“Whoa, whoa—first of all, what do you mean 'smash him?'“ Michael chimed in before Evan had a chance to respond. “And second, if anyone gets to do that, I should get the first turn!”

“Alright, alright!” This was Henry again, now physically stepping in-between the pair glaring daggers at each other. He gave them each a stern look to chill out for a bit. “The smashing aspect doesn't come in until the end, so let's not worry about that now. Besides, I promise we'll all get a turn—hell, I'll even give Freddy a go if he wants.”

Henry jerked a thumb towards the bear, who was staring at the group with a look of confused alarm. Notably, he now had both paws on Gregory's shoulders just in case they needed to step back from the vengeful ghosts for a moment if they got too riled up with a few decades-odd years of rage.

“I will reserve my decision to, ah... 'smash him' until I see the end result of this plan, if that is alright,” Freddy responded slowly, and Henry's face relaxed into a sympathetic smile.

“Sorry, we're probably just freaking you out, huh?” he asked, looking to the bear. “You're from my legacy of animatronics, so I'm sure you're not programmed to hurt a fly.”

“Oh, I think Freddy might surprise you,” Michael murmured, thinking back to all the times the bear had proven himself quite capable of holding his own and causing some major damage—intentional or not. “Trust me, he'll help us kick Father's ass without question.”

“He wrestled an alligator and won!” Gregory proclaimed with nothing but admiration in his voice. In retrospect, now that the danger was far away he could look back and see how freaking cool his dad is. He could even remember the time his father pushed Monty off him time to avoid the break in the catwalk without wincing now.

“The original plan was to break the whole animatronic cage Father locked himself in,” Elizabeth said, starting the rolling ball of explaining the plan. “But we have to extract him into a new vessel, or risk him still infecting Bonnie's parts.”

“Right—and as much as I've grown to tolerate you guys, I'm so tired of William dragging us back here with him,” Cassidy said with a perturbed glower, picking up the ends of a pigtail and twirling it around her finger. “We need Charlie's help to move your crappy dad into an arcade game. Then we crush it... You know, after you guys unpack your rage at him.”

She gestured towards Gregory. “I know you've only been here what, like, three days? But I'm sure you wanna rage a little, right?” Cassidy's anger might be a bad influence on Gregory, because he was just a little hyped up.

“—I was hoping to set him on fire, if that's possible,” he said in a completely serious manner. William’s demise was possibly the one topic he and Cassidy could come together over.

“Nope—tried that twice, didn’t work either time,” Michael said with a quick shake of his head. “Honestly, this arcade transfer thing sounds like it just might work…”

“I appreciate the rousing vote of confidence, Mike,” Henry laughed, patting the android’s shoulder roughly. Michael grimaced, not meaning to discount the plan by any means, but Henry continued before he could get a word out. “It’s fine—I completely understand your hesitancy. William’s a stubborn bastard, I’ll give him that much…”

Henry’s eyes grew unfocused, recalling his last failed attempt to keep the child murderer down. He couldn’t risk that happening ever again.

“…If it is any consolation, from what I understand of William, I also think this is a good plan,” Freddy piped up softly, unsure if he was fully welcome in this discussion yet. When all eyes turned to him the bear pressed on, his smile growing more confident the longer he spoke. “For our part, Michael and I are going to lead him down here by pretending that we are after Gregory—or, I should say ‘Evan.’ William is convinced that Gregory is his youngest reincarnated.”

There was a beat of silence, before the real Evan piped up in a tiny, shaky voice: “Dad… Dad can’t even t-tell that’s not me?!”

Of course the youngest Afton was disgusted by his father’s actions and could never condone or forgive him for all the torment he caused. But out of all William’s kids, Evan harbored the least pure, unadulterated hatred towards him. However, for William to be so deluded he couldn’t even tell his real son from a doppelgänger?

Now that made Evan mad.

The golden Freddy suit trembled slightly, though it was impossible to tell whether this was from the ghost trying hold back his tears, his anger, or both.

“H-Hey, don't take it so hard,” Gregory attempted to console. He touched Evan's grimy leg in a gentle pat. “He's old and crazy... Probably senile. You know?”

Lizzie completely understood Evan's anger. Being forgotten about and misremembered by your own father couldn't be pleasant to go through. She recalled a day after Evan died, when William called her three different names before snapping his fingers in frustrated surrender. Lizzie had to remind him on who she was. So reaching over, Elizabeth sighed and rubbed at Evan's shoulder with the blunt portion of her claw.

“He's a jerk, Evan,” Cassidy reminded him, being the first to hug his leg—the fact that so many of those around him actually comforting him hopefully helped, she thought. Cassidy remembered how Evan used to be ignored plenty of times when he was upset. Perhaps the influx of emotional support would do him some good.

“He's a shithead,” Michael clarified, placing a hand on top of the golden bear's head in consolation. He was seeing red now, wanting nothing more than to punch his father right in his stupid rabbit face. However, he resisted the urge for his siblings' sake. “And we're going to take him down for good—don't you worry.”

There was a little sniffle from inside the suit. “Y-Yeah... yeah, he's going down.” The pinprick eyes flicked to Cassidy. “I definitely want a turn when you smash the game, okay?”

Cassidy had no fear of the various moldy or bare spots on the Freddy suit. She rubbed her cheek into its fabric affectionately in an attempt to cheer up her old friend.

“Evan, I'd be so proud if you hit him first,” she admitted. Evan had spent so long being sad that his dad went crazy from the deaths of his family. It took decades of reminding him that his father was, as Michael put it, a shitty dad for Evan to finally start believing it. William embodied the saying, 'The road to hell is paved with good intentions.'

While the kids were consoling Evan, Henry had taken their distraction to study Gregory from afar. Those piercing, silver eyes and pale complexion were unmistakable: somehow, the boy had been given Remnant. So young, his body was already forever changed, cursed with immortality that Henry was certain the boy didn't understand. The fact that William thought Gregory was Evan added the missing context of why it'd happened.

Just like Henry wanted to preserve his daughter after her death, so too did William want to preserve his own children. However, Henry had taken the route of creating lifelike androids while his old friend chose a much darker path involving sacrificing innocent lives for others—and for that, Henry would never forgive him.

Henry clenched his fists and looked to the floor, for a moment seeing Gregory as yet another failure lost to William's madness. If only he'd stopped the crazed man earlier, maybe Gregory would still be a normal boy...

It wasn't long before Gregory caught the stare of Henry Emily. The glower aimed at the state of his appearance was clear: he recognized what happened to him. Gregory realized maybe his appearance was far graver than he previously thought. He was probably going to find contacts after they leave this stupid place.

Oh crud, Henry thought when Gregory finally caught his gaze. The last thing he wanted was to upset the traumatized kid who'd undoubtedly been through things Henry couldn't even dream of.

“Hey, Michael,” Henry murmured, subtly gesturing for the man to join him as he walked a little farther from the group. Michael did as instructed, leaning in so they wouldn't be overheard when they were a sufficient distance away. Henry bit his lip before speaking again. “Okay, no judgement on whatever happened, but I just need you to tell me... was Gregory injected with Remnant?”

Michael winced, the blatant fact a stab of regret right through his heart. He nodded, eyes cast to the floor as he explained: “He was literally alone for five minutes—William rigged an old Fredbear plush with needle that sprung when it was squeezed, and Gregory picked it up.”

“Fucking bastard,” Henry hissed, and Michael's eyebrows shot up at hearing such pure, unadulterated rage from his uncle. Ignoring this reaction, Henry gripped Michael's arm with a heavy sigh. “Alright, well, just... keep watch on him, okay? I'm sure you know by now what that stuff can do.”

“Already on it,” Michael responded, now looking over to Gregory. As his eyes fell on the fatherly bear next to him, Mike gasped as an idea struck. “Hey, Uncle Henry, can we take Freddy's body up with us? Just so we don't have to worry about it later?”

“Of course—actually, you should do that soon.” Henry lifted his wrist to check his nonexistent watch, giving a strained chuckle at the instinctive gesture. “We want to make sure we get this whole thing done before daybreak.”

“Agreed—be right back.” Michael flashed Henry a grin, then hurried over to the group again. “Alright guys, as much as I hate to cut this reunion short, we should really be getting back to check on Charlie and drag you know who back down here.” He paused, turning his eager expression on Gregory and Freddy. “We've got a detour to make first, though.”

“Where are we… OH!” Gregory remembered the present promised to his father. Gregory’s hands were quick to grasp Freddy’s arm in an attempt to tug him forward. Much to everyone’s surprise, the kid actually managed to shift Freddy’s weight a slight degree.

“Come on, Dad!” he exclaimed before waving to the Afton siblings and Cassidy. “It was nice meeting you! Let’s hang out after we beat up that rabbit!”

Cassidy shot Gregory a wry smirk and Elizabeth pressed her hand over her chest. She was touched by his words, no matter how minuscule. The Afton daughter never thought she’d make a new friend after all these years alone and looking the way she did.

“Take care, you guys!” As Michael walked past, Lizzie grasped him by the back of the shirt to pull him in for one more hug. “You especially, little brother.”

“Har har—laugh it up while you can, sis,” Michael said with a roll of his eyes, turning to slip his arms around the large animatronic’s waist without question. “Charlie will get you out of there in no time. You too, Evan.”

The promise was firm and honest as Michael moved from one sibling to the next, crouching down to hug the golden Freddy suit around the neck. It only took a second for an oversized paw to raise up and pat him on the back.

“Okay, Mikey; see you soon!” Evan said, much more cheerful that he’d sounded earlier. When Michael stood again and made his way over to those by the door, Evan raised his paw in a wave. “Bye!”

The group waved in return, then headed out in the door they’d come in with Henry in the lead. As they walked he looked around curiously, squinting in the shadows.

“It’s not too far from here—just some pathways that are easy to get lost in. I swear Ennard was around though—ah!” Henry gripped at his heart, jumping slightly when the hulking figure suddenly shifted towards them at the mention of their name.

Henry had long-since come to terms with Ennard’s presence and its weird quirks of obsessing over Michael while simultaneously being unnerved by Elizabeth. Honestly, Henry was probably the one who actively tried to speak to Ennard the most out of everyone in the basement… although it wasn’t necessarily often he tried to converse.

Glancing side-long at Michael to see him tensed and glaring at the mass of wires, Henry asked tentatively: “I’ve got to know… what’s with the carpet?”

“I told them to be quiet if they insisted on following me around,” Michael muttered after a weary sigh.

Ennard raised a lurching appendage to give a jaunty wave to the group. They were happy to see them again, all while Gregory sought to help Michael explain. “Ennard tore of a bunch of the carpets to make a stealth skin…”

With a deep and distorted breath, Ennard pneumatically hissed out: “IT WAS THE PERFECT CRIME…”

Besides, it seemed that since then they and Michael were becoming fast friends!

Or that’s how Ennard saw it, anyway.

Together through the narrow passageways and maintenance rooms they would return back to Henry’s personal workshop. Those special storage cabinets sat closed, preserving the sanctity of Elizabeth, Evan, and Charlie’s extra android forms. One cabinet with an unfamiliar face was soon opened for Henry’s guests to view. The made-up man with soft, neutral features and shut eyes leaned sleepily behind the glass, patiently in wait of a personality to pilot him.

Gregory let go of Freddy’s hand. When they were powered down, the androids had an uncanny feel to them—lifeless and still like a corpse.

“Is that...?” Gregory begun to ask, but was unsure on how to phrase the question.

Freddy’s gift? Freddy’s new body? Was this Gregory’s new father?

“I didn’t have a base model for this one so… I hope it’s to your liking,” Henry said, wringing his hands together nervously. Michael lingered next to him in the doorway, giving Freddy and Gregory an opportunity to examine the android on their own. There was every possibility for the pair not to like the body Henry had so painstakingly created, and Mike could feel his uncle’s anxiety spiking in tandem with his.

“It is… That is to say, I…” Freddy seemed to be at a loss for words as he gazed upon the sleeping face that was to be his own.

The concept that he would actually have to leave the body he’d known since being powered on in favor of one completely unfamiliar was something that’d crossed his mind earlier, but it hadn’t quite hit him until this moment. He reached out and ever-so-gently cupped the android’s cheek, amazed at how human it felt—just like Charlie and Michael, anyone looking upon Freddy in this form would have no idea his insides were metal and wires.

“This is astounding, Henry,” Freddy eventually managed to say, moving his hand to twirl one of the striking orange locks of hair between his fingers. It would certainly be a huge adjustment, the full ramifications of which Freddy didn’t have time to dwell on right now, but he knew he’d be happy in this body when the time came.

However, in the bear’s mind his opinion on the matter came second. Glancing down at his son with a questioning expression, Freddy placed a paw on Gregory’s shoulder. “What do you think, superstar? Does it suit me?”

Gregory realized that Freddy may not even want to change. If he didn’t, Gregory would find a way to stay at his side regardless; the two of them worked out worse problems before.

But when he witnessed the sheer astonishment cross Freddy’s face, Gregory reached forward and held onto the false human’s hand. He lifted it gently and watched it flop back to its side when he let go. It felt real. If he squinted, he could even say that people might assume they were potentially related—though this might be wishful thinking on his part.

After a short moment of inspecting it, Gregory let out an encouraging laugh. “We could put a top hat on him. I don’t think I could tell the difference then!” He turned back to Freddy, wide-eyed and eager. “I think what matters most is if you like it or not.”

Gregory didn’t want to influence him too much. Even if the creation of Mr. Emily was everything he wanted in a dad. Strong and kind in appearance—though Freddy’s personality alone was all of that and more.

Ennard, standing silently behind the group, quietly clinked their hands together. They would likely never express this out loud, but the amalgamation would be happy to take this android for a disguise should Freddy reject it.

“I think it is perfect,” Freddy answered truthfully, giving his son a bright smile that he soon turned on the others by the door. “Thank you, Henry. I do not think I can ever fully express my gratitude for this…”

“Don’t say another word, Fredbear,” Henry said with a chuckle, his whole body visibly relaxing. He liked to think he wouldn’t have taken it personally if they didn’t approve, but he probably would’ve. However there was clearly no need to worry, and he walked over to Gregory and Freddy with a pep in his step.

Upon reaching them, Henry carefully tilted the powered-down android’s head forward just enough for them to see the back of its neck. There was a thin, barely-visible line at the base of its skull that looked like nothing more than a faded scar. Henry pointed to this, telling the group:

“The control panel is here; just peel back the skin to get to it.” He winced apologetically, realizing how gross that sounded. “The data cable is in the back of the thigh so you can plug Freddy in when you’re ready. It should just be a simple data transfer, which I know Michael’s done dozens of times.”

“Gregory and I will get you all sorted out,” Mike reassured, amiably patting Freddy on the back.

“Yeah! Mike already taught me so much about you guys,” Gregory assured Freddy in a giddy voice. He was excited for his dad, and couldn't wait to see how he'd react to his latest upgrade. After pressing a hidden compartment on the android’s leg, the exterior panel popped open to reveal a wound up and thin cord. He took stock of this before closing the hatch. At least this one came with his own data transfer link. Older models like the Puppet would have to find a separate one.

“You're in good hands, Dad,” Gregory assured. He looked up to Michael, eyes and smile wide. Everyone at the foster home would be appalled by their own jealousy, Gregory thought. They wouldn't even be able to stomach the fact that his dad was a cool rock star robot, potentially exploding their minds.

“ANYONE... CAN B-BE-BE BECOME AN ANDRIOD..?” Ennard cautiously asked Henry, their carpeted arm brushing against the shorter man as they came to stand beside him.

Henry glanced side-long at Ennard with a slight crease in his brow. He then looked to Michael, who’s android had been made based on the last time Henry saw him “alive”, which wasn’t long before he’d gotten scooped—meaning this was essentially the body Ennard had piloted around for a week. Henry couldn’t stop a shiver as he tried hard not to think about how the fuck this hulking mass next to him fit inside an average, early-20s human even with all its organs removed...

Trust William to make a creature with such a horrible purpose as capturing children to extract their Remnant, yet all it really wanted to do was be free. Watching Ennard now as they stared at Michael and his friends with a palpable sense of longing, Henry just felt… sad.

“Anyone,” Henry replied, offering Ennard a tiny smile. It seemed like he already had his next project decided on, though he’d keep this one under wraps. Henry had a feeling his eldest nephew would not appreciate it, no matter how good the intentions were.

“Henry said we can take Freddy’s new body upstairs and stash it in his charging pod in the back room,” Michael was explaining to the pair next to him. He raised an eyebrow at the bear, gesturing to his “sleeping” android. “Mind carrying it?”

“Not at all,” Freddy replied, and Michael helped him get the body situated. Freddy ended up carrying it piggy-back style, the arms draped loosely over his chest as the head rested on a shoulder pad. The legs were gripped tightly in Freddy’s paws to ensure the precious robot wouldn’t fall during transport. “Alright, I am ready. Gregory, please stay by Michael’s side as we travel.”

It was true: Ennard was lonely. Despite having three different personalities to intermingle inside one body, after a while even that gets lonely as well. They couldn't entertain children—not after what they’d seen Circus Baby do to Elizabeth. With no purpose and no friends, Ennard was alone...

Then Michael showed up!

He said he wanted to help them. Mike fixed their sparking wires. He cleaned their dusty casings and tried hard to refrain from shocking them.

He did help them. Coming back each day with his promise nearly fulfilled…

And they even kept their promise to him: he didn't die.

Eventually, his hospitality wasn't enough, and Ennard could tell Mike's neighbors knew something was terribly, horribly wrong. So, it was best if people forgot about Circus Baby's Rentals, prompting Ennard to slip into the shadows for years.

When Henry admitted anyone could have an android, Ennard clasped their hands together, looking at Mike, Gregory, Freddy and his new body with a sparkle in their mechanical eyes.

“Hey Ennard!” waved Gregory, garnering the robot's full attention before grasping Mike’s hand for safety. “Can you lead the way for us?”

“ENNARD CAN HELP...” they replied slowly, meticulously attempting to make themselves sound softer and heartfelt. They wanted to help so badly.

“We appreciate your assistance,” Freddy was sure to tell the amalgamation, offering them a smile as he adjusted the limp body on his back.

Michael shot Ennard a warning glare, though this could've meant anything from “If you mess this up I will personally decommission you” to simply “I hate your mechanical guts.” He then turned to Henry, his face softening into an appreciative smile.

“Thanks so much for everything, Uncle Henry.”

“Please—it's really the least I can do,” the bearded man replied, adjusting his glasses in mild embarrassment—he'd received more thank you's and praise over the past three days than he'd heard in years. He pulled Michael into a brief side hug, then released him and crouched to Gregory's level, arms resting casually on his knees. He smiled at the boy, though it didn't quite reach high enough to crinkle the corners of his eyes. “You be as safe as you can, alright, Gregory? Don't take after Michael here and do reckless things just for the hell of it.”

Mike rolled his eyes in fond annoyance, though he couldn't argue with his uncle's words. He admittedly wasn't the best influence, especially when it came to taking risks.

Gregory hadn't had the heart to explain that one moment of having his guard down had already cost him his humanity. While he wasn't entirely sure what the Remnant would do to his body in the long run, Gregory would try to live cautiously—even if he could potentially heal himself faster. Gregory met Henry’s eyes with a stare before giving him a tight-lipped nod.

“I'll be extra careful for us both, Mr. Emily,” Gregory said, his tight smile relaxing into something more genuine the more he spoke. “Thank you for giving my dad your robot!”

Moving for the exit, Ennard looked into the hall for any rogue robots. The strange patterns on their body was sure to distract as much as confuse. This hardly mattered anyway, as it worked to scare off anything willing to hurt the found family that had been working to destroy their evil master.

Despite their cautious pace, the group arrived back in Freddy's room in record time. Thankfully, they hadn't encountered any wayward bots along the way, and the only issue they'd had was trying to squeeze everyone in the elevators despite Michael's insistence that Ennard really didn't need to join them. Still, they made it out alright even if Freddy nearly got smacked in the face by Michael's flailing hand when Ennard tried to “hug” him around the waist again.

Before long they were in the storage area behind Freddy's room. The bear reverently set his new android in the charging pod, making sure it was secure from falling over before closing the door. With only a porthole's width of view, the body looked like it was in some sort of sci-fi cryo-sleep, waiting to be woken up as soon as the danger had passed. Really the group supposed that wasn't too far off from their current situation.

“We should check in with Charlie,” Michael stated as the group moved back into Freddy's room. He flopped down on the couch, laying across it and taking up as much space as possible as he unclipped the walkie-talkie from his belt.

While Michael fiddled with the device, Freddy turned to Ennard who was lingering in the corner underneath the vent. He tilted his head questioningly, asking the robot in a tone that implied no ill-will: “Are you staying in here with us, Ennard?”

“Ugh, Freddy!” Michael groaned, pausing with his hand over the button to call Charlie as he shot the bear an exasperated look. “Give me a break...”

“GLADLY,” Ennard replied with as much enthusiasm as three uncoordinated hosts in one body could muster. “WE COULD WATCH THE VENTS... MAKE SURE NOTHING IS TRYING TO GET IN...”

Ennard mentioned the very real danger that things could be lurking in the shadows tonight for them. The stakes were higher than ever, and there plan would be just to sit and wait outside Freddy's own air duct until it was time to head back downstairs. Nothing would get past them!

“Actually—that's a good idea, Ennard,” Gregory praised, noting Michael’s utter annoyance with the obsessive clown. “We'll be right here. I'll call for you when we're going to start the plan!”

Ennard nodded, feeling dizzy with the positive attention they were receiving now from the group. “GOODIE.”

They were on the verge of shouting, their voice somewhat grating like nails on chalk before thick tendrils lifted the heavy body inside the ventilation shaft.

“Thanks, kid; that should keep them busy for a while,” Michael muttered once Ennard was out of sight, turning his head to flash Gregory a sideways grin. Laying on his back on the couch, he held the walkie-talkie close to his mouth and clicked the microphone on. Harsh static instantly emitted from the tiny device until Michael's voice cut through. “Hey, Charlie? Come in—just checking on you guys.”

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callsign-magnolia · 1 year

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Lost In Translation // Third Wheel? Hell No!

MATURE CONTENT (18+)

Warning: Angst, cursing

Collaboration w/: @crystalkaanngg

Bradley Bradshaw as Noah

Bob Floyd as Harrison

Most Awkward Date | Masterlist

"Morning Harrison!" I said walking by his office that sat adjacent to my desk. Harrison has worked here just a year longer than me, but it took him a while to talk to me. The man was a total catch but the poor thing was so shy, it took him three months to work up the nerve to talk to me. I sat down at my desk sipping on my coffee as I logged into my computer. Mondays were always the worst. Any malfunctions with any jet, helicopter, or plane comes straight to us and sometimes they can pile up over the weekend. “Elizabeth!” I looked up to find Daniel, my director, walking over. “They had an F/A-18 go down over the weekend during a test flight. Think you can get out to the hangar and look at it?” I nodded at him, a little frustrated to be going out to the hangar at eight-twelve in the morning. “Yeah, let me check my emails and I will.” He nodded, slapping my desk before walking away. After scrolling through all the mind numbing emails I got over the weekend, I made my way to the hangar.

“So it looks like we need to reinforce the canopy, that birdstrike did a lot of damage.” I said as the mechanic made a note. “Then the right engine,” I walked over to it, pointing out the damage. “Go ahead and completely replace those turbines. I don’t want to risk a flame out when they get back in the air.” He nodded. “That’s it?” I nodded. “They’re lucky they were even able to land it. If the left engine had gone out then they would’ve burned in.” He nodded. “How long do you think they’ll be down?” He shrugged. “A week, minimum.” I nodded. “Anything changes, let me know.” He nodded at me, finally setting down his clipboard. “Yes, ma’am.” I nodded in thanks before making my way across base and to the office.

My phone buzzed repeatedly with texts from Noah. He texts me at least once a day now, far less than he used to and he never stops by the office anymore, he has to rush home to Katy. I huffed and looked down at my phone, the text popping up immediately. ‘Remember, Amelia’s engagement party is this weekend.’ I groaned, I did not want to go. She’s a friend from college but really we aren’t that close. ‘Find yourself a hot date while you’re at it.’ I rolled my eyes at his words. Who gives a damn if I have a date? I can go alone, right? In reality he just doesn’t want me glued to him and Katy all night. Well I’ll show him that I can function just fine in a public setting without him stuck up my ass. “Hey, Liz. Want anything from Gunther’s?” Harrison asked and I nodded. “Um yeah, actually. Could you get me a cheeseburger with their seasoned fries?” He nodded, giving me a toothy grin. “Sure thing.” I thanked him before turning back to my desk.

Suddenly a light bulb went off in my head. Why would I hang around Noah and Katy, if I had someone else to keep me company? I could go by myself, but another person is a great way to get out of those awkward conversations that strangers tend to kick up at these kinds of things. I spun on my heel quickly and rushed over to Harrison as he made it to the door. “Hey Harrison!” He turned to me, seemingly confused. “Do you have any plans this weekend?” A blush crept up his neck till it hit his face. “Um, I have a- no, no I don’t.” I flashed him a grin, hoping it would convince him to say yes. “I have an engagement party to go to this weekend and I considered going alone but was wondering if maybe you wanted to go with me?” I felt my face flush, figuring he’d tell me no.

“Like a date?” My voice caught in my throat. I didn’t expect that nor was it my intention to make it seem that way. “Do-do you want it to be?” I stuttered out, surprised at my own bravery. “Yeah, um, I-I've been thinking about asking you for a while but I thought you were into Noah and you never really seemed interested in me.” I bit my lip, feeling a little bad for passing him over. “No I-truth be told, I’ve been into Noah for years but I don’t think it’ll ever happen at this point.” He nodded slightly. “So no date?” I gave a little laugh at his words. “No, I think that would be nice. If you’re okay with it.” He nodded. “I’m more than okay with it.” I smiled at him. “It’s this Saturday at one, it’s kind of like a brunch thing so a button down and slacks should work.” He nodded. “Can I pick you up?” I nodded. “I’ll text you my address.” He smiled at me, a lopsided grin. “I'm gonna go get our lunch.” I nodded. “Thank you.” I said as he walked out, my thumb made its way to my mouth as I chewed on the side of my nail. Holy shit, I have a date.

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MHA Star Wars Free to use Prompt Idea

I have had this idea in my head for over a year now and I can’t seem to physically write a whole fic about it. So I’ll post it here and if anyone wants to use it they can (just let me know so I can read it).

I apologize of my grammar and spelling. English is not my best subject.

Any ship can be used in this template.

Bakugo-

Bakugo was taken into the jedi order as a child. He didn’t have a very strong connection with the force but it was enough for him to be taken in and trained. However, the Jedi council (Hero Commission) grew concerned as Bakugo aged and his temper shown through. Out of fear of him falling to the darkside he was barred from certain force exercises and classes. This frustrated him to no end, causing his emotional issues to increase. He used that time however to train his swordsmanship skills. Under Jedi Master Best Jeanist he became the best swordsman of his class. When it came time for them to construct their own lightsabers Bakugo returned with a orange crystal (featured in jedi fallen order and in starwars legends comics). This reinforced the councils fear of bakugo’s possible darkside fall due to how close it is to red (bleeding crystal). As a result when it was time for bakugo’s class to become padawan to a master (best jeanist was mia at the time and presumed dead) no one took on Bakugo. He was unofficially disbanded from the order, causing irreputable damage to him. Frustrated, angry, alone, confused, and betrayed, bakugo left with everything he had on a random transporter off of corasant (I cant remember how to spell it). He drifted from planet to planet for a bit until he ended up on mandalore. He was taken in and trained to become a mandalorian, and he became one of the best with a specialty for explosions. He became the best swordsman in the galaxy but never used his lightsaber. He had it tucked away in a box, always on him but never opened. He had never brought up his jedi past or force sensitivity, opting to ignore it more than anything. He eventually begins to venture off planet and become a bounty hunter until he stumbles upon a group of smugglers (the baku squad) and decides to stick with them, becoming their Pseudo leader.

Kirishima-

Kirishima is an alien species (haven’t come up with a name) from the mining colonies. He is capable of hardening his skin (like his quirk) in order to crash into and mine out rocks. He was a slave as a child before being freed by his hero crimson riot. He now travels the universe trying to free every slave he can, hoping to be like his hero. He joins the baku squad way before bakugo and does whatever he can to keep his friends safe.

Denki-

Denki is a normal human born in the lower levels or corasant. He grew up in a mechanics shop and quickly became an engineer. He was not very book smart, but was very street smart. He had connections to many underworld people of corosant. His instincts guided him mostly (possible force sensitivity?) and he fixed up ships with ease (plus or minus a few electrical shocks). He built the bausquad ship in order to get away from corasant, wanting to travel and be freed of his lower status.

Sero-

Sero was a damaged droid who once acted as an assistant to a diplomat. He was cast aside and found by Denki who fixed him up. They became thick as thieves as he usually acts as Denki’s rationality. He is far more laid back than he used to be and makes a point to live every day as if it were his last. He is the pilot of the Bakusquads ship as he doesn’t trust denki at the controls.

Mina-

Mina was the princess of a flourishing world. She knows dozens of languages, customs, and cultures. She quickly grew bored of her prim and proper life though, quickly abandoning it to become a traveling outlaw. She joined the bakusquad shortly after Kirishima and acts as their translator. She is the most street smart out of all of them and enjoys espionage.

Mydoria-

Izuku (bc i dont wanna spell out his last name every time) was taken in as a child to the jedi order same as Katsuki. He has an extremely strong connection to the force, even stronger than some masters. As a result he was given special guidance by the legendary master Allmight from a very young age. He was incredibly close to Katsuki growing up as he was the only person who sould willing spar with the prodigy. In exchange Izuku would try to teach him everything he knew about the force in secret. When the time came for him to make his lightsaber he came out with a green crystal (Signaling a stronger connection to the force). When the time came for him to be chosen by a master it was not a shock that Allmight choose him. The joy didn’t last though as he quickly found out about Bakugo’s departure and was devastated. Allmight left him to grieve as he went on a short solo mission when order 66 commenced. Izuku made it out alive due to his remarkable skill and he was even able to save a second padawan, Shoto todoroki. Both of them fled the planet and went into hiding. With no instructions, missions, or anything really to do they kept running, hiding from the empire while also trying to find any order 66 survivors they can (maybe allmight?) They have no ship so usually stow away on others. They eventually stow away on the Bakusquads ship which is how Bakugo and Izuku reunite. (possible jedi reveal? Secrets exposed? I love it!)

Todoroki-

Like Izuku he also had a strong connection to the force. It wasn’t as strong as Izuku’s but still stronger than most. Unlike Izuku though, he was one of the few padawan allowed to know and visit his parents. His father was Enji Todoroki, a councilman who wanted nothing more than a force sensitive jedi master for a son. Shoto was hos fourth attempt and the second successful one. Todoroki resented his father as he resented the policies he saw go through. He knew he was meant to be a pawn for his father, only to be used for more power within the jedi. But he couldn’t expose the truth without being disbanded from the only place he ever knew. So he kept quiet. He has a blue lightsaber and is far more suited for strategy than anything else. When order 66 happened he was saved by Izuku. He stayed by Izuku’s side, promising to protect him and always be there to save him. He eventually constructs a second lightsabe and fights in the shoto stye (heh) (like asoka).

Uraraka-

The resistances best bomber pilot, born and raised on an impoverished farming planet that was immediately taken over by the confederation before being transferred over to the republic. Her and her family escaped and joined the resistance (UA).

Iida-

Urarakas strick, rules are rules, droid. His personality is very much similar to C3PO’s. He helps aid uraraka in any way he can. He originally only saw her as a work colleague but became close friends with her as she convinces him to open up.

Shigaraki-

Shigaraki is the desciple of the Darth master AFO. He has a strong connection to the darkside and can use purple lightning. I havent figured out most of his backstory but maybe him and Izuku are secret brothers? Idk. Like a twist on the whole I am your father thing. But he is the leader of an elite group of darkside force users known as the league of villians. They help rule the empire under the guidance of AFO.

Dabi-

He was the first child of councilman Enji Todoroki. He is force sensitive but was not force sensitive enough to be taken in by the Jedi order. This caused his father to basically cast him aside. His anger, rejection, and bloodlust drew him to the darkside. He faked his own death early on to join AFO in his plans to overthrow the senate and get revenge on his father. He uses a double sided red lightsaber but due to his lack of force training he regularly burns himself on it, giving him his scars.

Toga-

Toga was originally apart of the night sisters before she left to join the empire. Her never ending bloodlust made her a excellent member to the team as she specialized in espoinage. Due to her training as a night sister she knows how to use the force to help her blend in and quickly dispatch attacks and kills.

Twice-

Twice was the original clone. Similar to Boba fet he was a clone of a mandalorian who willingly gave his DNA over to be used for the clone army. Seeing his face everywhere combine with his fathers death (as well as seeing many clones of him die) broke his mind causing him to develope split personalities. He joined the empire as it seemed like that was the only stable place in the galaxy. He became in charge of the storm troopers and their training and deployment. He knew where and when every attack the empire made was going to happen, helping the league coordinate and plan their own moves.

Possible other random ideas.-

Jedi Master Aizawa

Rebel Leader Present Mic

Jedi Master Midnight

Hutt Overhaul

Bakugo using his lightsaber and the force to save his friends from a life or death situation

Dabi corrupting Shotos lightsabers causing them to bleed

Shoto learning how to heal them (again asoka parallel) changing his lightsabers to white

Al of them working for the UA resistance

General Yamarozu

Tsu being a frog person from the planet that Yoda was hiding on

Big quest to find legendary allmight

So yea, I’ve had this on my mind for a while. If anyone is interested let me know. All of this is suggestion and anyone can use any part of it for inspiration. No ship hate. But if you want more let me know and I would be more than happy to supply!

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every-marveler-ever · 2 years

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Bundle of Quiet

Flufftober Day 19: Hot Chocolate

😒 TONY STARK BINGO MARK VI: R5) Anton Vanko

🗯️ IRON HUSBAND BINGO ROUND 4: B4) Car Repair

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A/N: By the way, I have no idea what I’m talking about when it comes to cars or a workshop but my uncle does own one so I do understand the commonality of it all, just not the cars or repairs so be kind to me.

PAIRING(S): Tony Stark/James 'Rhodey' Rhodes

RATING: General

WARNING(S): Platonic cuddling, mechanics

flufftober 2022 | tsb mark vi | ihb round 4

Tony’s workshop is rarely ever quiet and when it is, he’s always ready for a screaming body of mess to come in.

The workshop is rarely ever quiet, there's always some kind of hustle and bustle if that's a car being repaired or a little kid running around it's never quiet. When car repair is what you’ve made your name on it’s unfortunate when it is quiet because that means no current clients, nobody with a broken motor, a flat tire, or even a new paint job. Tony Stark rarely has nothing to do which is why he sits at his desk in the small office he made for himself drawing up blueprints and plans. It’s a house he’s fairly sure he’s never going to build because he doesn’t have the materials or the money to hire an actual contractor and architect, it’s a nice dream though.

What stops Tony from drawing is his favourite noise, a car engine that doesn’t sound so healthy in his purely professional opinion. Chucking his glasses on his desk coming out to the garage he sees a beauty of a car, a 2015 McLaren 504C, it’s dinged up and the painted exterior is peeling and so Tony whistles at the job it’ll be running mental math in his head.

With his ever-presented charm puts on a true smile putting out a hand to stop the car in front of him so he can actually look over the exterior of the client. The owner gets out of the car and Tony clearly recognises him having done plenty of work on the majority of the man's cars, mostly his son's cars, “Mr Vanko,” he smiles, “what can I do for you today? Seems like she has seen quite a bang-up?” Tony gestures towards the paint peeling and large dent, taking off one of the rims.

The man awkwardly laughs getting out of the car and putting his hand behind his neck, in the way that important people do to make it look like they aren’t sheepish about the whole thing (personally Tony prefers when they are sheepish.) Anton sighs looking over at the car, “my son had a little bit of an incident and I was wondering if you could fix it up? Name your price,” and Tony might have to reconsider his favourite sound, because it may be those few words there, “and a generous tip for keeping this hush?” Anko mentions taking multiple hundred dollar notes out of his pocket.

Taking them in his hand Toy nods looking over the car one more time, “I’ll see what we can do,” he says with the same charming smile on his face.

Hours later Tony is deep in the McLaren with two other cars also apart of this ‘inncident’ which were filling up the yard of Stark Car Repairs. Tony was also $1200 richer in his jean pockets. It’s calm agin not quiet but calm as Tony is looking into one car and his apprentice Harley has been looking into the other two totalling up quotes and repairs.

It’s the little screaming and running of small shoes that Tony hears which remind him that it’s 4 o’clock and he has only one hour until closing. Those little running shoes quickly find Tony yelling “papa!” After them as Tony rolls out from underneath the car prepared to catch the body flying at him.

“Peter!” Tony yells as the little boy finds himself in his papa’s lap, Rhodey trailing along behind him. Tony takes the moment that he has with his son to breathe him in, knowing that soon enough he’ll have Harley or Jimmy telling himsomething about some problem or a different client and so this time is nice.

Rhodey sits down next to them with Tony still on the creeper with Peter is his arms, RHodey quickly why Peter is slightly distracted by the underworkings of the car Rhodey kisses his husbands cheek before the inevitable ‘yuk.’ That quickly comes from Peter.

Taking him out of his Papa’s arms Rhodey snuggle with Peter himself on the workshop floor, “Pete don’t you want to show what you got for school today?” Rhodey asks quietly nodding his head at his sons feet.

Peter in typical Peter ashion kicks his feet into Tony’s face with just enough time for Tony to avoid the flying feet coming his way. “Ahh buddy these are really cool shoes,” actually taking time to apprecaate them now he grabs them and looks towards the colours, “and thy’re my favourite colour too!” The red and gold shoes Peter had picked that morning are the same colour as the banner that is proudly presented at the front of the shop. Tony looks up at his husband smiling before letting go of Peter’s feet, “well if you’re in workshop colours then you must be my apprentice for today!” Peter goes wild as Tony laughs with him.

Finally getting off of the creeper with a kick in his back Tony stand with Rhoey as Peter runs towards the office where he knows hi dad does the best work of cool coloured markers and drawing plans. Taking Rhodey’s hand and Tony whispers to him, “I’m going to pawn Peter off to mum this weekend and I’m going to treat you to dinner, somewhere nice with some of the bonus money.” Kissing Rhodey’s cheek he’s running ahead with Peter into the office, “time to make you a big boy and teach you how to make papa’s coffee!”

Rhodey shakes his head yelling after his to boys, “no coffee, only hot chocolates!” he yells running knowing what his husband may get up to if left alone.

Peter does look insanely cute in his ‘Mr Mechanic’ mug filled with hot chocolate.

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imagineanime2022 · 2 years

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Shoot Younger Sibling

Shoot McMahon X Sibling Reader

Summary: Morel needed mechanic and Shoot knew where to find one.

Previous (Knuckle)

😰 Shoot only ever talked about things he was asked about so no one knew about you until it called for it, that didn’t mean that you weren’t close, he would often pick things up that he thought that you would like or need when he was travelling to bring back to you.

😰 You were one of the best engineers known in your region but you never really ventured out because you knew the materials around but you still needed things from outside of the town on occasion so that was why you became a hunter so that you could get materials for work.

😰 Your Nen ability allowed you to create a 3D blueprint of any none living instrument and take it apart like a hologram to find the problem, however it took a long time to become any good at fixing them or even building things from scratch.

😰 Shoot never wanted you to meet anyone that he worked with because you were a problem all on your own, you were hard for him to deal with because you were far more energetic, social and confrontational than he was but he had no choice this time.

After a particularly taxing fight, Morel was left with a broken pipe and nowhere to get it fixed, the mission was far from over but there was no way they were going to complete it in the state they were in, they were closed to Shoot’s home town and he knew that there was someone there that could definitely fix the pipe in a couple of hours to a day if he asked. That was why he was standing outside your repair shop. “You know this place Shoot?” Knuckle asked as he tried to see through the tinted windows.

“Mmm.” Shoot answered as he opened the door, he hadn’t expected you to be in the process of kicking someone across your own shop.

“If you ever attempt to take anything from my shop again, I’ll use it to remove your hands do you understand?” You asked as you crouched in front of the crumbled body, the person in front of you nodded before scrambling to their feet and running out of the store, they all saw the dull look in your eyes as you followed his body out and your eyes lighting up when they landed on Shoot. “Shoot, your back! How can I help you?” You asked.

“I need you to fix Morel’s pipe as quickly as you can, we’re in the middle of something.” Shoot explained.

“Uh-huh… Are you going to introduce me to your friends or am I just supposed to guess who they are?” You asked as you gestured for them to follow you.

“You know who they are.” He rolled his eyes and you nodded.

“They have no idea who I am though.” You sighed as you flipped the light on in your workshop “put the pipe on the work table.” you activated you nen a 3D image appeared next to the pipe, you started moving parts but it was just a supersized pipe so the fix was pretty easy you just needed to patch up the holes and small cracks. “This won’t take long.”

“So are you going to tell us who you are?” Knuckle asked as he looked around the workshop.

“(Y/N) Mcmahon.” You introduced yourself.

“Your related?” Knuckle asked.

“Sibling?” Morel asked.

“Younger.” You confirmed, “Not by much.”

“Looks like you can handle yourself.” He said as he watched you work.

“I don’t make anything that I can’t use myself, baring weapons made for nen use.” You explained, “I also on occasion have to go looking for the materials that I need.”

“That’s why you grab all that weird stuff when we go on missions.” Knuckle pointed at Shoot who looked at the floor but you smiled.

“Shoot always looked out for me, still does.” You said, “always ended up pulling me out of fights that weren’t worth the effort.”

“Sounds like Shoot.” Morel smiled as you moved the workshop with practised ease and confident knowledge.

“That’s why I wait until after he leaves to have the pointless fights.” You winked as you continued to work on the pipe.

“What does that mean?” Shoot groaned as you all heard the door to the shop open above you. You recognised the steps.

“Stay down here.” You ordered as you cleaned off your hands and jogged upstairs.

“Why would you not tell us about your sister?” Knuckle asked.

“Because you're going to try and get her to go on jobs and I can’t deal with both of you at the same time.” He complained as he looked in the direction that you had gone off in.

“Well, he’s not the only one.” Morel teased which caused Shoot you let out a noise akin to a whine as you came back down the stairs, you raised an eyebrow but went back to work as they continued to tease him.

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washingmachinegirly · 8 months

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Untitled: Pilot Episode

“How long until we reach Cantos?”

“Umm…only one hour left Captain.”

“Thank you, Hannah.”

Thomas, the Captain, stared out the window as he wrung his hands together. Never in his 20 years of being Captain had he ever been so nervous, but today was different. Today, was the first time he and his crew were going to touch base with an alien life form and according to the ship’s Wayfinder Hannah, they were very close to making history.

Turning away from the window, Thomas finds himself face to face with his Second-in-Command, Mercedes.

“Is everything alright Sir? You seem…a bit freaked out.” Mercedes asks.

“How many times do I have to tell you that you can address me by my actual name? You’ve been my right-hand man for 20 years! And to answer your concerns, I’m perfectly fine.”

“Whatever you say…Sir,” she says with a smirk. “Would you like me to check up on the engineering department?”

“…Yes please,” Thomas responds as he rolls his eyes.

With a nod, Mercedes leaves the main control room of the ship and walks down the long hallway leading to the engineers’ lab. The lab contains the greatest rocket scientists and mechanical engineers the world may have ever seen, but if it weren’t for their credentials, you probably would have mistaken them for regular citizens. As Mercedes walks through the lab door, she makes eye contact with Miya, the ship’s Lead Scientist. Though rarely muttering a word and hiding in her work, Miya is not a force to be reckoned with. Within her field, she’s the smartest you’ll ever find, as well as the kindest you’ll ever meet.

“Hannah says we only have one hour left until we reach Cantos, should we be able to make it safely with the fuel we have?” Mercedes querries, which Miya answers with a curt nod and a small smile on her face.

“Awesome,” Mercedes says, returning the smile. “Are all your other engineers working as hard as you?”

“Are you accusing me of slacking off Commander Mercedes?” Haylee, a fellow rocket scientist, yells playfully from the back.

“Well, prove me wrong if you’d like, but according to your computer log, you’ve been playing Slither.io during most of your work hours.” Mercedes quips.

“I’ll have you know I’m the one refueling the ship in the first place. If you need to worry about anyone not working, go check on Emma. Lord knows what she’s doing.” Haylee replies with an eye roll, pointing lazily to the other corner of the room.

Off in the far corner sat the ship’s oddest, yet smartest mechanical engineer, Emma. She tends to keep to herself, though when spoken to, it’s near impossible to get her to shut up. Many find her snobby and a bit intimidating, but that could be because she’s well over six feet tall. At the moment she seems to be tinkering with a robot prototype of hers. Most likely not what was assigned to her. Mercedes rolls her eyes and makes her way to Emma. Leaning against a table close by, she asks,

“Emma, what were you assigned to do today by Dr. Miya?”

Slowly, Emma turns her head to face Mercedes and stands up, flattening out her pants.

“Well…This morning I was told I was supposed to get the conveyor belts in the canteen repaired, which I did. Then I was supposed to test our theories about the electrical to consume less gas and power altogether, but I’ve been doing that all week, and quite frankly, it’s boring.” she states with a shrug.

“As I was walking around the ship during my lunch break, I saw how close we were to Cantos and I thought to myself, ‘Hey! Wouldn’t it be so cool if I finally finished my robot to show the aliens of much higher intelligence that we’re at least not as stupid as they think?’ and now we’re here.” she finishes, very much out of breath.

“Well…is the robot at least almost ready?” Mercedes asks, raising her eyebrows.

“Oh no, absolutely not. It could not be farther from ready. The joints are still stiff and the AI system is barely as intelligible as a nine-year-old. Not to mention the-”

“ATTENTION ALL SPACE CREW. THE CAPTAIN NEEDS ALL PERSONNEL TO REPORT TO THE MAIN CONTROL ROOM. I REPEAT, ALL PERSONNEL TO THE MAIN CONTROL ROOM.” the voice of the Spaceship’s intern and Thomas’ assistant, Sophie, interrupts Emma.

With a small squeak, Emma immediately runs out of the lab and down the hall, eager to stay out of trouble for as long as she can. Rolling her eyes, Mercedes makes her way to the control room as well.

By the time she got there, everyone on the ship had gathered in the area by the large window facing Cantos. In front of the window stands Captain Thomas, once again wringing his hands together. Pushing past the group, Mercedes made her way to her place beside the Captain. Thomas looks up at her nervously and she responds with a simple nod. He clears his throat and all the personnel look at him, awaiting their next order.

“Hello everyone…as you know, we’re approaching Cantos in rapid succession. At this rate, we’ll be landing in the next 30 minutes.” Thomas states, “The reason I’ve gathered you all here today is that we need a single representative to join me in meeting the alien race.”

The entire room bursts into quiet commotion. Meet the alien race in Cantos? Word back from the homeworld says that the inhabitants of Cantos are extremely regal and selfish people, maybe even evil.

“Quiet down, quiet down! Now please, are there any volunteers?” Mercedes asks.

Silence across the room. The people looked amongst themselves. Who in their right minds would want to greet the aliens of Cantos?

“Um…I’ll go!” A quiet, lone voice says in the crowd.

Thomas and Mercedes look out into the crowd in search of the owner of the voice. Slowly, everyone moves out of the way to reveal the volunteer. Once revealed, Mercedes covers her face and lets out a tempered sigh.

“Welcome to the team, Emma!” the Captain states cheerfully.

Of course, it had to be Emma.

An hour later, Emma finds herself walking off the ship with Captain Thomas. Looking around, she sees bright blue oceans, hot sand, and a copious amount of fruit plants. So this is Cantos?

“So…do you have a plan?” she asks Thomas.

“A plan?” Thomas queries.

“…A plan on how to communicate with the alien species known for being deceptive?”

“Ohhh, I was just planning on having a polite conversation, they can’t be that bad, can they?”

“…Yes they can. How about you just follow my lead.” Emma decides with an eye roll and sighs.

Soon enough, they set foot on the sandy grounds of Cantos and come face to face with three of the alien creatures, one of them seems to be the leader. The aliens don’t seem much different from human life, besides the fact that their average height is about two feet taller than a human and they’re all feminine presenting. Emma could name many men that would go insane at the sight. Looking over at the Captain, she can see the near lovestruck look he has. Her point stands tall.

“Hello, I am Nire, the leader of Cantos,” speaks the most adorned alien of the group.

“This is Gub, my Second-in-Command, and Rolyat, the representative of my people.” she continues, referring to the tallest of the group, and then the shortest.

“I assume you are the Captain of this ship? State who you are and why you are here.” Nire demands, looking at Emma.

“Well, actually I-”

“My title is Captain Emma of the Bay. My crew and I are here on a space exploration journey in order to affirm intergalactic relations.” Emma states confidently, effectively cutting Thomas off.

“…And who is this man thing?” Nire asks, referring to Thomas.

“Oh, him? That’s just my intern.” Emma answers nonchalantly.

“Very well. Before we get into official business, how about you join my girls and me for some mimosas.”

“Well actually we’re on a business trip and we really shouldn’t be drinking on the job. Plus we’re on a time crunch, so it would probably be best to get down to business now.” Thomas inquires.

All the alien women stare between Thomas and Emma as if he had committed a federal crime. Before Thomas could question their attitudes, Emma swiftly smacks him on the chest.

“You speak when asked, Tool!” Emma sneers with her arms crossed.

Satisfied, the alien women continue walking towards the nearest bar. Emma walks up to Thomas and grabs him by the collar of his shirt.

“Clearly, you have no idea how things work on Cantos. Typical man. How about for the rest of this trip, you shut up and let me do my own thing, got it? Without me, you’ll surely be killed.” Emma finishes with a smile.

Almost as quick as the threat came, Emma got up and ran after the alien women, leaving Captain Thomas on the ground, rather confused. What had gotten into Emma? Could she have an ulterior motive? And if so, what could it be?

To Be Continued in the Next Episode…

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hyunjilicious · 3 years

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backyard bbq party [bucky barnes]

Summary: You're a college student who hates visiting home. Bucky is new to town and works with your dad. Your mom thinks you need a break from studying and your dad thinks Bucky needs help meeting new people. Smut ensures. 4.5k SMUT

Warnings: Age gap, flirting in inappropriate circumstances, dirty talk, oral - m. receiving, Bucky is cocky and sees right through you, D/s vibes (but not really), very little Daddy kink (one mention), unedited.

A/n: I don't think I have to mention this, but 18+ please!!! Please reblog and lmk if you liked it ❤

"Hun-" your mother warmly called as she approached you, a transparent plastic container filled with freshly seasoned raw pieces of meat, in her hands, "Take this to your father, ok?"

With unmistakable disgust on your face, you still faked a smile - all for her sake and took the container from her. It was heavy and you did your best to look anywhere but at it as you crossed the backyard, approaching your dad. He was with his back at you, facing the grill, and a man - which you barely noticed at first, stood by his side.

"Dad?" you sighed, "Mom said you should make these right now"

Their conversation stopped in an instant, and the two men turned to face you.

A smile instantly made its way onto your dad's face, "Didn't think you girls would be done so fast" he commented.

You just shrugged, knowing damn well you did not help prepare the food in any way. However, your eyes landed on the man behind your dad. He was tall, definitely well built, his shirt a size too small and his eyes shamelessly boring into yours.

You fell under his spell in under a second. Or maybe he fell under yours. Something definitely happened. A switch flipped inside your brain, and you knew you'd have to work hard to not allow yourself to do, or at least try to do, anything stupid at your parents party.

His eyes trailed lower down your body, and judging by the way he fought back a grin, it was clear what he had in mind.

In order to keep things from getting awkward, his lips parted into a dazzling smile, as he extended his hand to you, "You must be, Y/n. I'm James Barnes. You can call me Bucky. Or Buck"

"Oh, yeah!" you dad smiled, "You two haven't met! James is the best damn mechanical engineer I've ever seen"

"You work together?" you squinted your eyes, "I never heard of you before"

"He just moved to the state" you father added, and Bucky nodded in agreement, his hand still slowly shaking yours.

Feeling your cheeks heat up with embarrassment, you smiled and excused yourself, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Barnes. I'll go now, see if mom needs any more help"

Bucky's eyes didn't leave your frame as you walked away, however you barely managed to take a couple of steps before you heard your mother's voice. "Y/n, baby? Can you go grab the glasses?"

"How many?"

"12" she responded in an instant, and then you took off towards the house.

It was dead silent inside. The house was empty, and already a mess. You took off your sandals and walked over to the cabinets above the sink, pulled out a tray and started looking for the fancy glasses your mother saved for special occasions.

You must've grabbed about 3 or 4 when a deep voice startled you, "Need any help?"

You lightly jumped in surprise, but hoped he didn't notice. "No, it's ok, thank you, though"

"Ok" Bucky mumbled, and you heard the smugness in his tone.

Unable to fight your instincts, you turned around and looked at him over your shoulder. Leaning against the wall with a small bottle of beer in his hand, he sent you a mischievous wink which almost brought a lump to your throat.

You hurried to turn around and keep gathering the glasses your mother asked for, struggling more and more with each one. When you cleared the first shelf, it was obvious you'd need help reaching the ones higher up, but you weren't about to ask Bucky. Instead, you hiked your dress up your thighs and pushed one of your knees on top of the counter, lifting yourself up just enough to reach the remaining glasses.

"Careful up there," Bucky laughed, walking over to you.

On a normal day, your palms wouldn’t be shaking and you wouldn't even think about the possibility of dropping a glass or falling off the counter. But he was too close, taking way too much satisfaction from seeing you struggling to maintain your balance. Not to mention the skirt, and the way almost all the skin of your thighs was on display for him.

"You could've asked me to help, you know?" he taunted, taking one more step towards you. There were barely a few inches separating your bodies now, and although you were sure it was your mind playing tricks on you, the heat from his body flooded your senses. He was too close. Too smug, looking at you. But the last straw was when he placed his left hand on the counter, inches away from your knee. That was when you noticed the prosthetic arm as the metallic sound of its vibranium plates overlapping grabbed your full attention. After a momentary lapse of composure, you looked into his eyes but all he did was raise his eyebrows. He knew exactly what he was doing.

"Uh, it's ok" you shook your head, turning back to look at the cabinet. "Just five more"

For the remaining glasses, you grabbed them from the shelf, handing them to Bucky to place them on the tray.

When you were finally done, with a gentle grab of your hips, Bucky helped you off the counter, his hands lingering against the thin material of your dress for a bit too long. But you didn't mind. His touch burned and under his gaze, you found yourself turning around to face him, the proximity being nothing other than obscene especially if you were to take into consideration the age gap, and how you met him.

But that was 20 minutes ago. A moment not so conveniently interrupted by your mother barging in, wondering what was taking you so long. Bucky helped you carry the glasses to the table outside, and after that, you parted ways.

Even though he went back to the rest of the men gathered around the grill, your mind remained fixed on him. You found it almost impossible not to look for him every other minute, and the fact that he managed to catch you staring everytime, made the butterflies in your stomach go even crazier.

And then it took a little bit of devious and manipulative work on your part - to convince your aunt she got the wrong seat. You told her there was a seating plan, and that she was supposed to sit next to your mum. That opened up a seat left of Bucky, and since that seating plan was as unreal as your chances with him, or so you thought, you had to make sure the seat wouldn't be taken by someone else. And you didn't want to make it obvious - didn't want him to know you only chose that spot after figuring out it was right next to his. So you sprinted back into the house, grabbed your purse and placed it on the chair, pushing it as close as you could to the table, so no one could see it. Maybe it's been there for hours, even before any of the guests even showed up. Who'd know?

But of course, once the food had been served and you were all seated, you had to play your cards right. All your confidence seemed to have vanished ever since Bucky took his seat next to you. Casually sipping his beer, having a taste out every single type of food laid out in front of him, cracking jokes every now and then, and the glimpses… And the winks... And the way whenever he had to turn in your direction, his eyes would first land on you, and only then travel to the person he was having a conversation with.

But that was just the start. Soon enough, his attention was more and more directed towards you. His arm on the back of your chair. His jokes solely for you.

When you figured it was your time to make the next move, after giggling at one of the stupid puns he just made, you cleared your throat and scanned the table. "James, where did you get the olives? Can you hand me the bowl please? I can't see it"

"Oh, yeah" he said, pushing himself up to grab them for you. But conveniently, the bowl was empty. "There aren't any left, doll." he announced after settling back in his seat.

"That's ok" you smiled, ready to stand up, "I'll go see if there are any inside"

The "No" he whispered was way too low for you to hear, but his metal hand grabbing your thigh and pinning you down in your chair got the message across. You turned to look at him confused, but your plan was already going in a completely different and indisputably better direction.

"Here-" Bucky said, using his fork to pick up one of the olives on his plate. "I'm full anyway"

"Thanks" you nervously laughed, raising your hand to grab the utensil, but he stopped you.

"Open up"

Only for a second did you stop to consider just how bad of an idea that was, but you hurriedly pushed the thought aside and opened your mouth. Your eyes met his as you lowered yourself and grabbed the olive with your teeth, barely managing to hide your enthusiasm as you slipped it off his fork.

"Good?" Bucky asked.

You nodded, "Very. Thank you"

"No problem, doll"

After that, you returned to your plate - some cheese and salad left. None of them looked too appetising right now, you knew what you wanted - two things, but only one of them would be acceptable. So, you lazily gathered some salad leaves into your fork, and turned to Bucky. "Can I have one more?"

"Hm?" he muttered, removing the beer bottle from his lips and looking at you confused.

"One more olive? Can I?"

Instantly, he smiled. "What was that?"

"Can I have one more-" and when his amused smile turned into a devious grin, you realised what he actually wanted from you. "Please?"

He still wasn't satisfied so he just raised his eyebrows, telling you to try again.

"James? Can I please have one more olive?"

"Of course" he taunted.

You didn't know what you expected, of course you'd have to eat this one out of his fork too. However, this time, he didn't bother helping you at all, instead making you lean all the way into him to grab it.

"Thanks"

"And call me Bucky, ok?"

"Yeah, ok. Bucky"

As much as you wanted to keep this game going, the atmosphere around the table shifted. Even though your parents were seated at the other end of the table and on the same side, making it impossible for them to see what you were up to, you still felt like you crossed one too many lines.

When your demeanour changed, so did Bucky's. He leaned back in his seat, shifting uncomfortably for a couple of minutes, until he decided to stand up, announcing he was grabbing another drink for himself. You wanted to ask him to bring one for you too, but before you even managed to get a word out, he was already sprinting towards the house.

In his absence, you tried to calm yourself down and regain your composure, but there was only one thing on your mind. Him. So, against your better judgement, you left your seat at the table too, innocently heading towards the house.

There you found Bucky, leaning almost all the way in into the fridge, scavenging for another beer. The man emptied your dad's stash before the second course was even served.

"Whatcha looking for?" you beamed, walking up beside him.

"There's no more beer left" he announced, straightening his back and turning to face you. "I guess I'll have some water"

"I can go and see if there's any in the basement" you offered, "Or you could always go for something stronger"

"What do you suggest?"

"What are you into?"

"What am I into?" Bucky laughed.

"Whiskey?" you questioned, walking around him to open the liquor cabinet. "I hate this rum so I don't recommend it." You grabbed another bottle, "This vodka is amazing, no headaches the morning after."

"That won't be a problem" Bucky chuckled, leaning against the counter. "I'll have whatever you wanna give me"

"You seem like a whiskey kinda guy, is that ok?"

He nodded in approval, and then watched you pad around the kitchen, grabbing a glass and some ice. "What makes me look like a whiskey kind of guy?"

You took a deep breath, weighing your next words. "Rugged, tall.. handsome. Not my age." You shrugged. "Whiskey". Before allowing him to comment on that, you spoke up again. "What kind of drink do I remind you of?"

He pondered for a second, his eyes studying your every move. "One of those overly sweet girly cocktails, that has way more alcohol than my whiskey, but it's masked by all the syrups and preservatives inside it"

"Really?" you laughed out loud, handing him his glass.

Bucky smiled as he took it from you, raising it as if making a toast, and then took a sip. He licked his lips and sent you an approving nod.

Slowly, you both turned around and started walking out of the kitchen, but unlike you - Bucky stopped in the middle of the house, his voice urging you to do the same. "I'll go out front for a cigarette"

"Can I come, too?" you asked, heart beating out of your chest.

"Please" He urged you, stepping aside and allowing you to walk in front of him.

With a hand on your waist, he followed you out the front door. It was quiet, the sun shining a bit too bright for your liking.

You skipped down the stairs onto the pavement, but he stopped and sat down. Bucky spread his legs wide and motioned for you to come in front of him. After you did, with a gentle tug on your hand, he got you to kneel, one step below him.

"Want a cigarette, doll?" he asked, leaning back to retrieve the pack and lighter from his jeans pocket.

"No, thanks"

"Don't smoke?"

"Not if there isn't at least a mile between me and my parents" you giggled, placing your hands on his knees.

"Why?" he raised an eyebrow, lighting up his cigarette and taking a puff. You watched the smoke dissipate to the side, only to have your attention grabbed by him when he placed his free hand on your shoulder. "You're an adult. Have been for years. You live on your own. Why not?"

As he spoke, his fingers curled around the strap of your dress, nonchalantly pulling it down.

You swallowed thickly, but due to the way he was making you feel, you decided to ignore his action. "What they don't know, can't hurt them, right?"

"Mhm" Bucky agreed, taking another puff and then moving to play with the other strap. "So I was right?"

"About what?"

He shook his head, "Nevermind"

"Tell me!" you whined, pushing yourself up against him. His thighs completely framed your body as you closed the distance between the two of you. "Tell me!"

"Nope" he grinned, his proud smile inches away from your hungry lips.

"Bucky, come on" you pleaded, framing his face into your palms, "Tell me, please"

"No, doll-" he dismissed you, turning his head to the side to smoke. After blowing up the smoke, he threw the cigarette into the ashtray, his hands coming up around your body to rest on your ass.

"Pretty please?" you whined.

"Don't push me" he threatened, his grip on your ass tightening to the point where you almost whimpered out loud. Instead, your eyes just opened wide and you bit your lips.

"Ok" you sighed, playfully defeated, "Ok, fine. Don't tell me. But now I'm sad"

"Of course you are, doll" Bucky laughed, grabbing your chin. "I can tell how sad you are. You're not almost bursting into laughter at all"

"Shut up!" you scoffed, slapping his side, but he interrupted your antics with another rough squeeze of your ass.

Unable to keep calm anymore, you dragged your hands up his thighs, stopping inches away from his member. When you looked up to see his reaction, Bucky was already watching you.

"Can I?" you pouted.

"Stand up"

"Why-"

"Stand up" he commanded again, slapping your ass before you stood up and settled in front of him. "Take your panties off, doll"

"Here!?" you gasped, "What if anyone-"

"No one's gonna see you if you keep quiet and shuffle out of them like a good girl"

With your heart panging in the back of your throat, you slowly reached under your dress and pulled your underwear down. The feeling of cotton slipping down your legs made your shiver, and by the time your panties fell to the ground, Bucky had already stood up.

Wordlessly, you grabbed them from the floor and handed them to him, "Good girl" he nodded and then stepped out of the way, motioning for you to head inside.

You did so without any further form of complaint, determined to have your way with him by the end of the party. Dessert hadn't been served yet, so you knew there was still time to get to him.

But once you stepped into the house, you barely managed to make it past the hallway before Bucky grabbed your elbow and dragged you to the side. He forcefully pushed you into the small bathroom by the guest room, slamming the door behind him and locking it in one smooth movement.

Now it all made sense. Nerves and anxiety washed over you, but the good kind. You were bursting with emotion, shivering from every joint as your juices finally started running down your legs. You licked your lips and waited for instructions from him, ready to do absolutely anything he'd tell you to.

"Why don't you show me what you're made out of, hm? I wanna see how fast you can make me cum with that pretty little mouth of yours"

And that was all you needed to hear before you dropped to your knees in front of him, drooling like a good little girl as you watched him undo his pants. Your eagerness got the best of you. He looked divine, especially from that angle. His thick thigh inches away from your face, his metal hand playing with his belt, his hungry eyes staring down at you, his rugged breathing and the perverse view of his cock straining against his clothes.

Thank god he was fast, because you didn't know how to control yourself anymore.

When he finally pushed his underwear down and leaned against the wall, you were ready to show him what you were capable of. You wrapped your arms around him, settling your palms on the back of his thighs and sloppily took his cock into your mouth.

"Holy shit-" he cried out loud when you first sucked on his tip, bucking his hips and clenching his thighs.

Eagerly working him from between hollowed cheeks and with your tongue pressed to the underside of his hardening member, you proceeded to look up, innocently blinking at him. The corner of Bucky's mouth tilted upwards, perfectly expressing the immense amount of satisfaction he was getting.

When the strain on your neck became noticeable, you slipped his cock out of your mouth and wrapped your hand around his base. With delicate and experienced flicks of your tongue against his slit, you worked on shattering his self control, getting more and more wet as his breathing started to accelerate.

"Fuck, Y/n, you little slut-" he gasped, bringing his hand to rest on the top of your head.

You knew what he wanted, but it wasn't his turn to make decisions. Instead, you ignored his gesture and lowered yourself further between his legs, wrapping your lips around his balls. You sucked slowly, applying just the right amount of pressure that you hoped would drive him up the walls.

"Doll, so good. So, so fucking good" he panted, his cock nearly twitching in your hand as you kept pumping along the length.

Pulling back when your neck needed a break, you settled in front of him again, this time mouth open, and placed his tip on your tongue. No physical pleasure from that, but no amount of shadow could hide the pure bliss in his features. Just having you there, on your knees, with his cock on your tongue, was exactly what he needed to see.

"Come on, baby. It's not gonna suck itself" Bucky grunted, rubbing his thumb across your cheek. You nodded eagerly, but he stopped you before taking him back into your mouth. "All the way down, ok? Take my cock all the way down your throat, and when you feel like you can't anymore, go a little further"

You nodded again.

"And don't worry, I'm here to help you, doll"

You wanted to mumble a 'Thank you' but didn't get to, since he hurriedly curled his fingers around your roots and forced your head down his cock.

The feeling of your throat expanding around him reached your core in no time, making you shiver under his hold. You crumbled to the floor, your knees weak from the sheer feeling of it all, blinking wearily as he kept you down.

A mere few seconds had passed before, out of nowhere, Bucky pushed you off of him and looked to the door, eyes wide with shock.

"What happened?" you mumbled, wiping your chin.

"Thought I heard something"

"You locked the door" you reminded him, "No one's gonna catch us. And that's a bit of a shame, if you ask me"

"Huh?" Bucky frowned.

"I wouldn't mind people seeing me with your balls in my mouth"

His mouth fell open. "You dirty, little whore"

Wrapping your hand around his cock, you licked his tip and looked up, "Don't act like you don't like that about me"

"I absolutely fucking love it" Bucky scoffed, "Don't know what could have possible made you think I don't like it"

"I was just saying"

"Just.. stop talking. Put that mouth to better use for me, ok?"

"Yes, Daddy" you teased and wrapped your lips around his tip again.

"You little-" Bucky started cursing as he shook his head in disbelief, before a rapid knock against the wooden door made your heart stop.

"Buck?" your father's voice echoed around the bathroom, "You in there?"

Without even thinking twice, Bucky forced you back all the way down on his cock, completely blocking your air supply.

"Yeah! I'm in here!" he yelled as you struggled to keep quiet and muffle the way your body desperately begged for air.

"Have you seen Y/n?"

"Nope"

The panic that was running through your veins had your oxygen burning faster than normal, the tears in your eyes being the first sign of it.

"I can't find her anywhere" you dad went on.

No matter how much you tried and how much training you had, in that moment right there, you found it impossible to fight your gag reflex. Before you knew it, a choked down whimper erupted from your throat, forcing Bucky to cough, loudly, hoping to cover you.

"I haven't seen her, man. But, urgh-" The way your throat convulsed around his cock made Bucky weak too, way too close to his release to be able to sound inconspicuous. "Can I- can I have some pr- privacy now? Please? Just - just a sec"

"Are you feeling ok? Do you need-"

"I'm fine!" Bucky yelled. "I'll be out in a sec"

It was not like you were able to hear anything or even concentrate, but as soon as it was clear, Bucky let you off his cock, as he fell back against the wall and you stumbled into the sink.

Gasping for air, you heaved under his stare, eyes wide in shock. "You know I could've kept perfectly quiet without your cock blocking my throat"

"Where's the fun in that?" he panted, getting ready to finish on his own.

"No!" you stopped him, crawling back to him, "Let me!!"

"Just open your mouth" he grunted, and you obeyed.

It took him approximately 30 seconds to reach his orgasm, his hot cum landing perfectly on your awaiting tongue. His moaning and his breathing, and the way his face contorted through endless expressions of pure bliss, had you neatly coming yourself.

When he was done and after you proudly swallowed all that he had to offer, you stood up to fix your lipstick while Bucky cleaned and dressed himself back up.

"Your best friend called. She's having an emergency, you need to get there as soon as possible"

"What-?" you gasped, confused for just a second before you realised there was no way that could have been true.

"Yeah, and I'm not feeling well, so I'll head home. I can drop you off if you want"

And that was what you told your parents. That they couldn't find you earlier because you were talking on the phone with your best friend, reassuring her that everything would be fine and that you'd meet her as soon as possible.

Your parents weren't happy about it, but they didn't shy away from thanking Bucky a million times for offering to drive you. After a sappy round of goodbyes and promises to visit more often from now on, your parents finally returned to the party while Bucky led you to his car.

Once you got in, you didn't even manage to put your seat belt on before Bucky grabbed your chin and forced his lips against yours, kissing you deeply. His tongue pushed its way into your mouth, tasting every inch of you. He dominated the kiss as you melted in his hold, moaning against his lips before he pulled away.

"Been waiting to do that since I first laid eyes on you"

"What stopped you?"

"Had a feeling it wasn't a good idea" he laughed, starting the engine, "Saw what you did to my dick. It was all pink. Don't know how I would've explained lipstick all over my face to your parents"

"Well, excuse me for not wearing blow job proof lipstick to my parents barbecue"

"You're forgiven" Bucky teased, squeezing your thigh as he pulled out of the driveway.

"But why are we leaving though?" you questioned, "You know I have my own room upstairs, right?"

"I know, I know.. but next time we're nearly getting caught, I don't want it to be by anyone who's seen you in diapers"

You burst into laughter, "Oh god, you're right, yeah, that makes a lot of sense! But where are we going?"

"You'll see"

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starsscribble · 3 years

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Stick Shift

Summary: Rick thinks he freeing Y/n. Y/n thinks she's the problem.

Tags: Angst, No comfort, Age Difference, Reader is 25 Rick is in in 40.

A/n: This was when I was on my Walking Dead kick. Finally got it edited.

But today I drove through the suburbs

Crying 'cause you weren't around

You pulled into the post-apocalyptic suburbs; in a separate car than what Glenn and you left in. Your earlier pride of find and driving said care was gone. Now in it place was a numb type of sadness. It was stupid. You know that. Getting worked up over the fact you were driving a stick shift. All on your own. But Rick. Your boyfriend; ex-boyfriend now. He had been the one to teach you how to drive a stick shift. Before Virginia. When the group was still in the prison. When you were both still happy.

“Come on,” his southern drawl was clear as day. You let out a puff of air. Head pushing against the headrest. “This was your idea. You gotta confess something.” You started to hate that you suggested this game, but the drive was so damn long. You didn’t have the radio to help distract you. No, it was just you, Rick, and a long stretch of Georgia backroad. The former sheriff’s right hand shifted off the steering wheel. Moving carefully as not to catch your attention. You were still racking your brain for a secret to tell. Then a yelp left your mouth. You jumped in your seat making the older man laugh. Hand retreated to the wheel.

“That’s what you get for taking so long pumpkin.” He grinned; eyes shifted from the road onto you. A hint of playfulness in those ocean blue eyes.

“I was thinking of something!” You shot back making him chuckle before looking back to the road.

“There’s gotta be something you have never told anyone.”

“Well,” you hummed. Readjusting in your seat. “I don’t know if this would count because I’ve never told this to anyone in the group.”

“I’ll count it.” He glances at you quickly, still smiling. Which makes you smile.

“Alright. I don’t know how to drive a stick shift.” You feel the jerk was the car spot. Rick looked at you as if you just told him the undead are all gone. Eye full of disbelief.

“You’re joking.” He speaks after a beat and you shake your head. Nope, you couldn’t drive a stick to save your life. And with how the world was it just might. Rick took off his seatbelt as you questioned just what he was doing. “I’m gonna teach you how to drive stick. You might need it.”

“We are on a run.”

“Yep and this is the perfect time. Now get into the driver’s seat.”

Slowly you parked next to Glenn. Killing the engine you got out as Glenn moved over to your vehicle. He smiled at you. Today was a good day. Got more food, medicine, and another car. The possibilities for cars were endless. Used for parts. Set up at protection. Used as traps. Daryl Dixon the town resident mechanic would have a field day with this car.

“I’m gonna check in with Rick,” Glenn says. You see him playing with his wedding band. Maggie’s baby bump had started to show and Glenn didn’t like being away for too long. Patting his shoulder you speak.

“Go see Maggie and your baby.” You slammed the driver’s side door shut. The dark-haired man stares at you. Willing to argue with you on this.

“Really it’s-” You raised your hand stopping him.

“If you don’t go check up on Maggie. I will and I’ll tell her how you screamed like a girl.” His eyes widen at the threat.

“I didn’t know a group of bats would be in there!” He defended himself only making you grin at him. You both head away from the parking area. Back towards the stretch of cookie-cutter homes. You nudge his shoulder with yours.

“First it’s a colony of bats. Second, not only was the scream funny, so was your face.” You teased him. Glenn shoved your shoulder playfully. Before mumbling that he was going to check in with his wife. Leaving you with the task of checking in with the community’s newly appointed leader Rick.

Jogging onto his porch you knocked on the door. Eyes looking everywhere but the door until it opened. Sadly it wasn’t the male you were looking for. Carl greeted you with a soft smile. The bandages that once covered his right eye socket had been replaced with a custom-made eyepatch.

“Ahoy captain.” You tease the teenager who rolled his remaining eye. “Your dad here? Just checking in since Glenn and I got back.”

“Nope. Haven’t seen him since this morning.” Carl tells you, making you nodded. “When I see him…” He trails off because he knows you will just hunt his dad down. “I don’t know where he is.” He's lying. You know it. He knows that you know. But you just nod and quickly thank him. Tell him to kiss his sister for you before turning off the porch.

And you're probably with that blonde girl

Who always made me doubt

She's so much older than me

She's everything I'm insecure about

You know where Rick Grimes is. Feet carrying you down the still blood-stained street. Streets that just weeks ago were covered with the undead. You wave kindly to the people passing by. It is a mix of your group, older residents, and new people. You still feel out of place. Maybe you always will. Maybe you won't. You wonder quietly to yourself. A nice distraction. Because if you thought about where you were going. Where you had to go. You might just break. So you let your mind wander. Let your feet carry you to the destination. Everything seemed to be on autopilot. Until your using the knocker of the baby blue house. Her house.

“We should end this,” Rick says matter-of-factly. You stopped brushing your hair to look at him. He’s not facing you. Back facing you as he pulled his jeans on.

“What?” Maybe you misheard him. Maybe it was your ear playing a trick on you. Because Rick couldn’t be breaking up with you right now.

“We should break up.” He rephrases. The words take the air from your lungs. Your mouth opened to say words that your mind can’t even come up with. The silence in the room grew by the seconds. It finally became too much for the man as he turned to face you. Jeans zipped up but not buttoned. Belt lay next to his shirt on the bed but his eyes fell on you instead.

“Say something.” He requested of you softly. That same soft voice that he used when he said he loved you. Tears that formed in your eyes finally fell as you blinked. Once. Twice. Three times. Before you looked him in the eyes.

“Is it me? Did I do something wrong?” Getting shot was nothing compared to your question to him. Because he knew you honestly thought you did something wrong. You always doubted yourself. But you were perfect. So goddamn perfect. And amazing. And young.

“No sweetheart. It’s just…” He stops himself from going over to embrace you. Tell you to forget about it. Because this has to happen. You're 24. His 39. Even if the group. His and your family were ok with it. He heard the whispers around town. The other weren’t as supportive.

“I think we should end this. We had an amazing run. And you're young. You’re gonna find someone else that will love you more than I ever could.” He breaks his own heart with his words. Because he doesn’t want you to find someone else. He wants to be with you until the end. When and where ever the end was. But you deserve better. You deserve someone around your age. Not an old man with two children like him.

“I…” you stare at him. Cheeks strained with tears he caused. “I don’t want someone else.” You grab the comforter. It gets balled up as you tighten your grip on the fabric. Your mind running over everything you had done in the last weeks to get to the point. You had snapped at him a few days back because of Jessie Anderson. The blonde woman in her thirties that lived up the street. You didn’t hear what they were talking but her body language told you everything. She was flirting with Rick. And either he didn’t notice or didn’t care. Doubt played in your mind the whole day after seeing the interaction. Because Jessie was around Rick’s age. And you weren’t. You didn’t really have any life experience before the world ended. So it made sense if Rick preferred a woman his own age. As opposed to you, a 24-year-old kid in his eyes.

“I can get you a brownstone to stay in.” He said. Brushing off your comment. Which broke your heart even more.

The door opened showing the blonde that lived there. A smile and questioning look on her face.

“Is Rick here?” You asked, watching as she turned her head and yelling the man’s name into the home. He comes out from the kitchen; questioning who it was. The question dying in his throat when he saw it was you. Jessie excused herself leaving you and Rick alone. The former sheriff stepped onto the porch, closing the door behind him.

“Hey,” he gives you a tight-lipped smile. Which you return.

“Just came to tell you Glenn and I are back.”

“Right,” he nods. “You guys went on a run. Get anything good?” You nodded before listing off some of the supplies you got. Including the stick shift car. You heard him chuckle. Looking into his eyes you saw that same playfulness as the day he first forced you to drive a stick.

“You didn’t flood the engine this time right?” He teased and you scoffed, punching him in the shoulder.

“I was amazing.” You boasted. The older man stared at you and you swear you heard a quiet. ‘Ya, you are.’

“You don’t mind if I asked Glenn?” You roll your eyes but smile.

“Go ahead. He's gonna tell you the same thing.” He nodded. Hand going on his hips. You watch as he licks his lips. Your breath hitching as you feel your stomach twisting in knots. “I should go. Need a shower desperately.” You don’t wait for him to say goodbye or stop you. You're off the porch and down the road heading home in a few steps.

And all my friends are tired

Of hearing how much I miss you, but

I kinda feel sorry for them

'Cause they'll never know you the way that I do

Maggie can’t drink. But that doesn’t mean you and Sasha can’t. Sasha, Abraham, and Rosita had come back later in the day from another run. They had been the unlucky ones not finding much of anything. But Sasha apparently found some top-tier booze in a rundown bar. The trio split it up between them. So here you were. Snacking on fresh strawberries drinking booze that would have been at least $100 for a bottle; straight out of the bottle. The three of you resting against the metal wall that protected the town from the nasty world outside.

“So,” Maggie started as she threw a strawberry stem into a bowl filled with them. “Heard someone talk with Rick.” Sasha and her eyes went to you as you grabbed the glass bottle of auburn liquid. Taking a healthy swig you felt the burn as it went down. You were far too sober to be talking about this. Talking about him. Because no one in the group knew why you guys ended it. Just one day you were a happy couple and the next you were packing up and moving into your own brownstone. Sasha took the bottle from you, making you whine. As you tried to reach for it but the former firefighter held it out of reach. Her hand on your chest also keeping you away from it.

“You can get some when you tell us what happened.” She landed down the rule and it makes you groan as you move to lay against the wall. You don't want to talk about it. You just want to wallow and let the scar form on your heart in peace.

A crack of thunder sends the trio onto the back porch of Maggie’s home. Lucky for you guys because moments after; the dark clouds opened up letting down heavy droplets that ping off the porch’s roof. Sasha is distracted by the rain. Asking Maggie if the crops will be ok. Allowing you to snatch the bottle from her hand and take another big glug. The bottle is half gone now. And honestly so are you. The alcohol works fast as your brain starts to go fuzzy. Sasha takes the bottle back slightly annoyed. But it clear the break-up has been hard. So she lets it go.

“You got your drink.” She says putting the cap back on and sitting it to the side out of your reach. “Now tell us what happened.”

“I don’t know.” You sob. You weren’t normally an emotional drunk. But with everything going on with Rick. Tonight you were.

And I know we weren't perfect

But I've never felt this way for no one, oh

And I just can't imagine how you could be so okay, now that I'm gone

Maggie held you as you drunkenly cried. Sasha joined you on the other side, rubbing your back. You finally opened up about your breakup with Rick a month ago. You weren’t sure how much they understood because of the loud rain and your blubbering. But either way, they consoled you. Trying to help the only way they could. And the only way they knew how. Simply being there. Because for a month you kept this end. Kept this to yourself. So those outside of the group saw you were fine. The break-up didn’t seem to affect you. You carried on with work. Talked with Rick when it was needed. You acted fine.

But the group knew it. Of course, they knew. It was an act. Because they saw how you were breaking. How you had a longing in your eyes when the cowboy boots-wearing man walked by. The smile that rarely reached your lips. You were faking so much of your joy because your heart was broken.

“I just don’t get how he is so ok. Did I mean nothing?” The two women share a look at your question. Because they also know that Rick isn’t ok. Like you, he is acting. Because he is the leader and can’t break down. But the man isn’t ok. They don’t say that. Rick was the one that ended it. That was on him.

“I don’t know,” Maggie says softly as you rest your head onto her shoulder. “I wish I had the answer for you. But only Rick does.”

Red lights, stop signs

I still see your face in the white cars, front yards

Can't drive past the places we used to go to

'Cause I still fuckin' love you, babe

The street lights are now on. It’s still raining when you tell Maggie you were going home. Sasha and her try to get you to stay the night. Or at least until the rain lets up. But the rain isn't letting up. It was so heavy you could barely see a few steps in front of you. But you step off the back porch and disappear down the alleyway of the lined-up homes. You walk. Just walk because you don’t want to go home just yet. If you go home you’ll be lonely. And you don’t want that. Because for a month you have been lonely in that damn brownstone. Rick wasn’t lonely. He was with Jessie. His arms wrapped around her body. Damn your brain. Just because you didn’t want to be lonely didn’t mean you wanted to think about them together.

The rain started to ease up as you found yourself passing Rick’s house. The lights upstairs were on. As you quickly looked away from the cookie-cutter home. A shiver ran through you and shoved your hands into your soaked jean pockets. Maybe now was a good time to head home. You haven’t even turned when you heard your name being shouted over the rain. Looking back at Rick’s home you see him rushing off the porch and over to you. His dark brown jacket acting as an umbrella. He puts it mostly over you shielding you from the rain.

“What are you doing out here? You're going to get sick.” He frets because he knows how likely that is. Because after the rainstorm when the group was on the trek through Virginia you had gotten sick. “Come on.” He orders and you walk with him toward his house.

Sidewalks we crossed

I still hear your voice in the traffic, we're laughing

Over all the noise

You smile at him lightly as he places a cup of peppermint tea in your hand; you're favorite. You're in one of his white t-shirt and pajama pants. Your hair, no longer wet from the rain but a hot shower. The alcohol is still in your system. How much you don’t know.

“What were you doing walking in the rain?” He questioned taking the seat next to you. His own cup of tea in his hand.

“Was drinking with Sasha and Maggie.” You look towards him as his eyebrows knit together as the mention of Maggie and drinking. “Maggie was moderating us. She wasn’t drinking, come on. She knows better.” Rick nods bowing his head because he does know better to think that about Maggie. But his time as a cop taught him that some people just don’t care. Not about themselves. Not about others. And sure as hell not about kids.

“Where did you get the booze from? Daryl?” You snort at him before blowing on your tea taking a careful sip. Sitting the cup down you look back towards him.

“I ain’t no rat officer.” He chuckles. You both do. A little inside joke between you both. And then the silence fell. The awkward uncertain silence of two people who didn’t know what to say next. You chew on the inside of your cheek as you stare into the tea. Rain still going strong outside, trapping on the roof of your former home. Rick shifts beside you clearing his throat.

“Judy trying to walk.” It makes you smile a bit.

“That’s good. Soon she’ll be running over you and Carl.” The older man chuckles nodding in agreement but you don’t see it. Head still bowed. Turning your mug as you watch the tea shift with each motion.

“Seeing anyone?” He was trying to keep the conversation going. But there had to be another question to ask that wasn’t this. You still answer it by shaking your head.

“No. But you seemed to have moved on.” It has some bite to you. You're bitter. Of course, you are. The man you were in love with. Seemed to easily move on after he ended it. You lift the ceramic mug and take a huge glug of your tea. The warmth fills you but it’s not enough.

“Ya. Jessie, she’s…” He doesn’t know what to say. Jessie is ok. Good to have around. Doesn’t make him feel as empty. But she is just not you. All her touches. All her kisses. They feel off and he knows why. Because the hands touching him aren’t yours. Neither are the lips that kiss him. But Rick is stubborn. Even if it hurts you both, he knows you need better. You deserve the world and he just can’t give it to you.

“She’s perfect.” You looked at him. Sadness, rooted so deeply in your eyes. He wants to pull you into him. Tell you that he is sorry. That he will end it with Jessie. Come back to you. And try to make all of this right. But he already drew his line in the sand and he won’t cross it. Because the moment he touches you he knows it will be his undoing.

“She has her flaws. No one is perfect.” Except for you. He wants to add. He hears a quiet 'ya' then it silence once again.

God, I'm so blue, know we're through

But I still fuckin' love you, babe

You were gone when Rick woke up. His clothes lay on the guest bed since you were dried. He wondered just when you left. He wondered if you slept at all. Because he didn’t. Knowing you were in the house but not in his arms. He was restless the whole night. He sighs. Picking clothes up. It was sad that he hoped this wouldn’t be the last time. But it most likely was going to be the only time. Because how often are you going to walk in the rain drunk? He takes the clothes to the laundry room. Before he throws the shirt in the basket he lifts it to his nose. Inhaling the flowery body wash scent from when you shower last night. You must found where he hid the body wash you left behind.

“Hey, dad!” Carl called out from the kitchen forcing Rick to dump the clothes in the basket. Entering the kitchen he smiled at his son. Judith was already in her high chair waiting for breakfast. Carl stood at the counter. The box of peppermint tea in his hands. Shit. He meant to put that up. Carl’s eye shifts from the box towards the sink. Where the mugs from last night sat unwashed. Then the young man turns to his father.

“Y/n was here wasn’t she?” He questioned but it was really a statement. It is the only reason for this tea to be out with two mugs in the sink.

“Ya,” He replied, moving towards his son and taking the box of tea from his hand. The young man sighed watching his father place the tea on a high shelf so only he could get to it.

“Why?” Carl asked.

“It was raining-”

“No,” he cut his father off. “Why did you break up with her?”

“Carl,” Rick sighed. As he pinched the bridge of his nose. If he didn’t want to have this conversation with Daryl or Michonne. He sure as hell didn’t want it with his son. But like Rick the young survivor was stubborn. He stepped into his father's past every time he tried to move around him.

“Carl,” Rick warns but the boy isn’t back down.

“No. You were happy with Y/n. Happier than I have ever seen you. Even with mom. Even before all of this.” The boy gestures at nothing but Rick knows what he means by that. Because he didn’t want to admit it. But his and Lori’s relationship was at rock bottom before the world ended.

“So why? What happened?” Carl pressed, making Rick sigh. He wondered. Only for a second. If Michonne had put Carl up to his. But he shook that from his head. Michonne won’t do that. This is purely Carl. Because Carl loves you so much. The both of you had apparently clicked before Rick had gotten to the quarry. And that bond only grew over time.

“It’s complicated, Carl. Now please,” Rick needed him to down the subject. And the young boy seemed to understand but is still pissed. He turns from his father. Feet carrying the young boy towards the door. “Where are you going?” He called out.

“Out!” And the slamming door let Rick know that Carl was gone. He sighed.

He knew everyone would move on. You would. Carl would. He would. In the far future, all of this will be just a bad memory. But right now. In the present, it hurt so fucking bad. Tears leaked from his eyes as he sucked in air. He did it to himself. He deserved this pain. And if he could he would take your pain. Allow you to be happy. To find love in someone else better than him. Because you're one of the good things in this ugly world.

I know we weren't perfect but I've never felt this way for no one

#walking dead #walking dead imagine #walking dead x reader #rick grimes #rick grimes x you #rick grimes x reader #rick grimes x y/n #rick grimes angst

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andtheydontstopwriting · 3 years

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Heey, can you write something with Rodrick and a Tomboy Girl??? I've never seen someone doing an imagine/one shot with "Tomboy"

— (sorry about my English, its not my first language) 💕💕

sorry about the delay! work has got me drained! but i hope you enjoy, never written for a tomboy so yeah!

Fixer Upper - 【Rodrick Heffley x GN!Reader】- One-Shot

word count: 1061

rating: pg-13 [strong language used like once]

“Hey, Heffley, you’re in fuckin’ my seat.”

“Didn’t know a lunch table had names on them.”

“Well now they do, so move before I push you off it.”

This was often how the two of you greeted each other, no matter the time of day or what was happening around you two. There was little to no formality or politeness to the content of the words uttered, but there were no tones of harshness or aggression in your voices. It was just the banter that kept you two going with whatever you would call your relationship. It was, at its baseline, a friendship. But to the eyes of others, something was not entirely right about your relationship because it seemed you two were also a little more than just friends. It was just something you or Rodrick ever brought up.

You two were close, sure, but the moment too long staring at the other when they turned away, the slight tingle whenever your hands touched when passing a drumstick or something along, or the times either of you just fell asleep on the other was just how you two operated. And, at least for you, if anyone ever did bring it up, you would shoot them down instantly. Telling them that they were stupid or telling them to mind their own buisness, that it did not concern them in the slightest.

You had met during shop class--a class that you had excelled at simply because you had fallen in love with woodworking at a young age, watching your father work away in his workshop. And wanting to be like him, that led you to sports and cars, too. Music was something your mother had wished for you to be interested in, but she did not expect the heavy metal and punk rock music that came later on. While you did not play an instrument, that simply just meant Rodrick could teach you if he so desired.

“I heard the van makin’ weird noises when it came in this morning.” You had pointed out as you idly picked at whatever the public school district decided to constitute as food to feed the students on the tray in front of you, “Which isn’t out of place, sure, but it was a different weird noise so want me to check it out after school?”

“Why?” Rodrick questioned, mouth full of whatever it was Susan managed to sneak into his backpack before he left for school, “Care about my safety?”

“More so I care about others safety, and considering how you drive, Heffley,” You began with a matter-of-fact tone, “I should already be concerned for others safety. But if something breaks down on that van, it’s over for more than just you and the guys.”

“Fine, I guess you can look it over.”

“Awesome,” You said standing up with the tray of questionable food, “Bring it by my house later.”

“Will do, chief.”

:~+~:

It was around four in the afternoon when Rodrick pulled the barely there van Rodrick owned into the drive-way of your home. You had already done what homework you could breeze through without much thought simply because you knew your mother would want it done before you did anything else, especially if that thing was basically hanging out with Rodrick. Besides, you also had to wait for a time closer to when your father got home in case you needed a second opinion and as one of the many local mechanics, it was valuable insight.

“You're early, Heffley.”

“My brothers were already getting on my nerves after I woke up from my after school nap and had to escape.”

“Right…” You trailed off briefly before popping the hood of the van up, already met with a puff of smoke that came from somewhere inside, “Was that from your driving or…”

“Let’s just say driving.”

And once the engine was cooled enough where you could touch near it and the engine itself without hurting yourself, you got to work. There was some idle chatter with Rodrick as he started to pace about the driveway, kicking rocks and the like as you worked through checking over his van. While he knew you often demanded silence whenever you worked on any of your hobbies and interests, he wasn’t one to keep quiet for long, especially around people he liked.

“I think one of the pipes or something must be loose,” You finally concluded, “But my dad’s an expert at those, so we might have to wait for him to double check.”

“How much is that gonna cost to fix?”

“I’ll see if I can get a friends and family discount for ya, Heffley.”

“You sure you can’t do it?”

“Not confidently.”

“Wanna put a bet on it?”

“You wanna bet your van’s already lacking quality on a theoretical thing I may or may not fix correctly?”

“What’s life without a little danger.”

You looked at Rodrick with a very confused expression plastered over your face before you went to open the garage, “What's the wager?”

“...a free drum lesson from yours truly if you fix it and it works.”

You tried to not focus on the first part, and tried to counter it with, “And if I don’t?”

“I believe you can do it.”

“...Deal.”

And with that, you got to work after getting everything you needed. The repair did not take too long and you wondered if that was telling or not. But you tried to not think about it, because you were trying to be confident in the amount of times you had watched your dad do it before. Which was not many times, but still.

“Okay, go for a bit of a drive--the long way home, whatever and if that noise is happening tomorrow morning, I didn’t fix it right.”

“And if there are no not-common noises from her, remember the drum lesson.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.”

:~+~:

The next morning, you stood in the parking lot beside your own car, waiting for the tell-tale noises of Rodrick’s van to echo over the quiet parking lot. And as soon as you heard it, you tried to pick out the noise you had heard yesterday morning but couldn’t hear it.

And luckily Rodrick did not let you forget as he pulled right next to your car, window already down.

“You free tonight for that lesson?”

#rodrick x reader #rodrick heffley x reader #diary of a wimpy kid rodrick #rodrick heffley #request #fanfic #fanfiction #diary of a wimpy kid #gn reader

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tetralea · 2 years

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- Alpha goes into rut and the closest Omega comes to save them before they cause any damage.

Lestappen🥺

Hi, thank you for this, I hope you’ll like what I come up with! :)

Pure smut and a very sweet but territorial alpha Max under the cut.

‘Okay, easy.’ Charles quickly squeezed himself between Max and one of the Ferrari engineers. The two alphas were staring at each other above Charles’ shoulder, having a muted staring contest. ‘It is fine, Max, we were just talking.’ He tried to reassure the blonde gently.

‘I know, but he was standing way too close.’ Max reasoned, squaring his shoulders but shooting an apologetic look to the omega.

‘He has to show me the data somehow.’ The younger one pinched the bridge of his nose. Great, Max’s rut was starting a day earlier than they expected. ‘We are both working only, don’t worry.’

‘What are you looking at?’ Max snarled at another mechanic, a cue to Charles to take the soon erratic alpha out of the scene.

‘I’m sorry guys.’ He apologised with a sheepish look, before grabbing the other driver and pulling him out of the garage. ‘Please, Max, go back to the pack room, I’ll be back in a bit too, there is some data we have to see.’ Calming hands were running down on the blue overall, a signal, trying to ease him.

‘I’m not leaving you alone.’ He stated, arms folded across his chest staring in the pleading green eyes firmly. ‘What if someone attacks you?’ He asked in all seriousness, making Charles laugh.

‘No one is going to attack me, it’s fine, cheri, please go back to the motor home.’ A second try can’t hurt anyone however the brunette felt his defeat. Max won’t move without him and with the time passing it will be only worse. God, alphas are stubborn creatures but nearing their rut it only gets worse. Charles knew that Max wouldn’t hurt a fly in his regular state, but now everyone and everything felt as a threat, and he was determined to protect his omega. He could pick it up in his scent already, not really being prominent yet, but it was only a matter of time until his full rut hit, and he wouldn’t want it to be in public.

‘Sure, if you come with me.’ The answer didn’t surprise the omega, so he turned around with a low groan and started to walk towards the trailer their pack was using during the weekend.

On the way Max snarled at two other people, daring to look at Charles, and walked right on his heel, never letting their bodies be further than an inch. It was somehow endearing and very annoying at the same time. But Charles already knew these, it wasn’t the first time he saw Max in rut, they made the decision to stick with each other through bad and good times even if they were officially mates yet. Max supported through his heats, eased his cramps, kept him hydrated, prayed some food into him when a strong wave died down and he could function a little, kept him feeling safe and protected, apart from the very obvious, almost continuous sex, even if he was already drained and very tired. So it was his turn now to keep him out of trouble, feed him, and sleep with him until Max is over his rut. They were walking towards the trailer, and when they arrived the brunette stopped.

‘I’ll look around, I feel you could fight even the toaster now.’ He said briefly, looking Max in the eye firmly, wordlessly asking him to stay put. He opened the door, and peaked in if there were any other alphas around, who Max could pick on during the short way to his room. Thank god the trailer was empty, so he signaled to the blonde to come in, grabbing his hand again, quickly marching to the room. He closed the door seemingly just in time, his nose picking up on the strong, seductive scent of the alpha already.

‘Stay here, and I’ll go fetch some food for you until you can eat.’ He said, pacing in the room a little, fixing his nest, not looking at the other one as he was thinking what options would be the best ones for food.

He couldn’t see the way the alpha was looking at him, slowly licking his lips, inhaling deeply. ‘I could eat you.’ He mumbled lowly, drawing Charles’ attention to himself suddenly. The green eyes looked curiously at his direction, freezing in his tracks for a second. ‘I could make you feel so good.’ Max kept going but not moving from his place. His stare was intense, Charles had to look away for a second before turning his eyes to the blue ones again. ‘I love when you do this, taking care of me. My strong, beautiful omega.’ His words come out as a whisper, the seductive yet admiring tone threw Charles off of his train of thought. He had to swallow, like the intensive scent wouldn’t have been enough to resist in the first place.

He couldn’t say anything but blush, hands gripping the excess material on his racing overall, trying to control himself. He had to focus, he had to gather a few things and notify the pack too.

‘Max, I have to tell the others your rut came earlier as we expected and get some food for you. I won’t be long, but I should go.’ He spoke slowly and as he did so he inched closer to the door, fully knowing how not well it would sit with the territorial and horny alpha.

‘Please, don’t leave me here. I’ll go crazy if I don't see you. What if something happens to you?’ He asked quickly, crossing the small room, grabbing Charles’ shoulders.

‘I should also tell them if I stay, I might go into heat very soon.’ The words were hanging in the air between them, both of them fully knowing Max’s rut would have this effect on his omega, a very sudden and unreasonable turn on for the both of them. The room seemed a lot smaller and hotter now than when they entered, it was hard to control themselves. Max’s scent was now intoxicating, making Charles dizzy, making him wanting to jump him in that instant. And the other way around, Max could smell how turned on Charles was, and he knew it was the last strand of his self control he was on.

‘I’ll take care of you, you know I will.’ He whispered, fingers sliding onto the pretty face, making those beautiful eyes look up at him. God, they were filled with so many emotions, already looking at him a bit hazy, like all the times they were sleeping together, and it drove Max crazy.

They spent almost every night together, ending up naked and sweaty and heavily satisfied each and every time. He loved being with Charles in every meaning of the word, and seaked him out for some mind blowing sex way before he would have admitted his feelings even to himself let alone to the brunette. They have gone a long way ever since, both of them fully aware that the intimate bonding marks on Charles’ thighs will be soon replaced by one on his neck, symbolising something entirely different, something for a life.

‘Please stay. I need you.’ He leaned down, breathing the words on the pink lips, making Charles sigh, and relax into his embrace. He bumped his nose into the other one’s, inhaling his scent from close, groaning as it filled his senses, not being able to restrain himself anymore.

His lips touched the soft ones, kissing them gently for a few moments, losing himself in the sensation. ‘Open your mouth.’ He pleaded and Charles did so without hesitation. Their lips crashed into each other with hunger, the way the brunette melted into his touch, how responsive he was, the way the warm hands were roaming on his body clinging to him like there was no tomorrow.

He gently but urgently pushed the brunette to the wall, one hand on his chin, opening up his lips as they kissed, Max licking into the hot mouth without hesitation, making Charles shudder and whimper. The other hand roaming on the red overall scenting the younger omega’s every trembling inch. ‘You won’t be able to wash my scent off for weeks.’ He promised before another maddening kiss. ‘Not like I’d want to.’ Charles moaned pushing down the blue overall from the broad shoulders. His hands crawled onto the material until it was around Max’s ankles. They both whimpered when his hands went under the dark fireproof, feeling the soft skin, the familiar curves and edges. Soon it was removed alongside Charles' overall.

‘I can smell how turned on you are.’ Max growled, hands gripping the narrow hips, slowly guiding Charles to the bed, pushing him down and climbing on top of him immediately.

He loved this, he loved how the omega curled around him, pulling his knees high, resting his ankles around Max’s thighs, arms enveloping him, fingers in his hair. Their lips never leaving each other, not even for a second. ‘You wanted them to know where we were and what was going on?’ He asked while sitting up a little pulling all the clothes from their bodies in a frantic hurry. Charles only whimpered and moaned, without a coherent answer, looking up at him with clouded eyes. ‘Don’t worry, I’ll make sure they know.’ He said with a devilish grin. ‘You will tell them, moaning my name over and over.’

Charles cried out, his mind already overridden by Max’s seductive scent, which were now all over on his naked skin, the plump lips on his neck teasing the most sensitive area on his body and those strong hands massaging his things, making his back arch as they run over the multiple intimate bonding marks on the soft flesh.

‘Please.’ He was panting not really knowing what he was asking for anymore. His conscious mind was gone, his body was shaking and shuddering, and Max swore he never saw anything more beautiful.

‘I’ll take care of you, my little omega.’ He cooed kissing along the flat stomach settling with the strong thighs, kissing over the marks. ‘God, can I mark you again?’ His eyes traveled up on the heaving body, searching for the partly opened green ones. ‘Are you mine?’ He asked and Charles felt like the sentence was passed over him.

He was loss for words, not really sure if he tried he could say anything coherent, so instead his hands dunk into the soft blond hair, pushing Max towards his sensitive skin.

He didn’t need to wait too long, until he felt the wet kisses, the primal groan, the suction before the bite.

He cried out Max’s name, and maybe by the time they were done the pack would really know from his moans. Butterfly kisses were peppered along the nex mark and he swore he could have come like that.

‘I can’t wait to make you mine for real.’ Max’s words brought back his hazy mind for a second, trying to remember to remember to talk to him and the pack about it later.

But now he had more pressing matters, namely Max Verstappen who now climbed back on top of him with wet open mouth kisses along his way to his hips, abs, chest, sucking on his neck earning a pleading whimper and moving back to his mouth.

It was passionate, Max’s tongue touching his, licking into his mouth again as he kissed him, not needing to ask for it again, Charles offered himself voluntarily immediately.

The older boy felt ten fingers running down on his back, and under the curve of his ass before digging encouragingly into his flesh. ‘Max, I need you.’

His groan didn’t go unnoticed by Charles as he bucked his hips up impatiently, he took it as a small triumph, feeling Max also so out of it, his body and mind only focusing on one thing.

‘Are you slick for me, little omega?’

He had no time to answer as he immediately felt Max’s blunt tip aligning with him. ‘So fucking slick. You gonna soak the bed, love.’

Charles had no time to answer or even think of an answer as Max’s cock slid into him easily, filling him out perfectly, wiping every thought out of his head other than: ‘More.’

He bucked his hips again, fingers still in place grabbing Max’s round ass, firing him up even more. He was swimming in pleasure, and for a second he could hear his own cries and moans, yes, the pack definitely knows already. He couldn’t care less, he needed more, so much more and he needed Max to know it.

‘Please, I need your knot.’ He tried to say it fast and clear, not caring how desperate he sounded, and how much his body shuddered even to the thought.

Max moaned next to his ear, kissing his sensitive neck before answering. ‘I know, omega mine, I know.’

He nudged the scruffy face with his nose with a small noise asking for more attention, his lips covering Max’s in an instant. His heart swelled for the little name of endearment. ‘I love you.’

‘I love you too, baby.’ Max pulled back, just so he could lean down, nibbling and sucking on Charles’ neck. He was close and the blonde felt it, he could tell by now and he prided himself on that. Even if he wasn’t about to mark Charles in that moment, it didn’t mean that he couldn’t trick the trembling omega under his own body into believing it happened, making his pleasure stronger and his orgasm lasting much longer.

He bit down, sucked hard, angling his thrusts a bit differently and Charles was coming. His petite body was shaking, eyes shut, mouth hanging open to a silent scream, nails drawing long red lines on the broad back.

Max fucked hard into him before reaching his own orgasm, his cock spilling into the wet warmth, and swelling up, knotting Charles’ still sensitive body making him cry out his name again.

They had no idea how much time had passed, when finally Max moved, pecking the opened lips, feeling them a bit dry from all the noises and heavy breathing. ‘How are you feeling?’ He asked quietly, immediately wanting to check on Charles.

‘So fucking full and satisfied.’ The brunette answered lazily, his body completely limp under Max. He opened his eyes to smile at his alpha. He looked even younger like this, his face free of all of the worry, maybe because his head was free of any thought as well. A pleasant side effect of their sexual encounters.

Max had to laugh, pecking the cute nose. ‘Good, because this is the plan for the next, at least, four days.’

Charles shook his head, fully knowing that Max was right, even if sex during his heat was always completely different.

They stayed like that, in each other’s arms, soaking in each other’s happy pheromones, nuzzling at each other’s neck and faces, whispering sweet nothings in the now almost dark room.

‘You know, maybe we could talk to the pack about mating.’ Charles looked up, hands playing with the messy, soft hair.

‘Would you want me?’ Max’s ears perked up, pushing himself up a little to see the brunette better. ‘ I know I’m not easy.’

‘Neither am I.’ Charles chuckled. ‘But yes, I want you, every time we are together I hope you get carried away and do it, so I feel it is time.’

‘I feel the same.’ The confession was followed by a soft kiss, sealing their agreement.

Soon Max rolled down from Charles, who fell asleep very quickly, an unmistakable sign that his heat will come very soon. He pulled the covers on their bodies. They could have a shower later, if they even wanted one, he knew they would be covered in slick and cum and saliva soon enough again.

Max only woke up later when Seb peaked his head in the room, feeling like enough time had passed.

‘How are you feeling?’ The other omega asked, trying his best to ignore the different clothing items around the room.

‘Good. I went into rut today, and I think Charles’ heat will follow tomorrow.’ He peaked down, to look at the softly snoring omega. ‘I’m feeling okay with him so close to me, but I guess it was just the beginning.’ He looked back at the older omega, who nodded and he understood it perfectly.

‘I’ll bring in some food and drinks for you, and try to make him eat and drink a little too. Text me if you guys need anything but I feel the other omegas will come in while you are resting to ease the hardships even more.’ Sebastian spoke quietly, his voice even and gentle, ever so comforting to the younger ones.

Max nodded and mumbled a small thank you, before the German driver closed the door.

He laid down, nuzzling into the soft hair, making Charles purr in his dream. Max smiled to himself. ‘Rest my sweet little omega.’

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