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basbearship · 1 year

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Can I ask about your rewrite of FNaF Security Breach? I remember you mentioning Freddy doesn't know Greggory? Does your Self Ship take place in some kind of AU where everything is fine?

Yeah Gregory hasn't shown up in my selfship au, though I haven't written everything to be fine, because I've been to deep in the tisms of the fnaf lore to be able to reasonably say the plex opened without some kind of fuckery afoot.

this is specifically my selfship au, my "i rewrote this because the game sucked but i wanted it to be lore consistent" is very different

Fazbear ent opened the mega pizzaplex on the scale it did, with all the references to the "bad press" it had as a means to 'ooh shiny' away the company's prior reputation, and the idea of making the animatronics preloaded with sentience was to attempt to avoid a 'haunting' rumor, they're already Just Like That.

The fuckery afoot isn't suddenly, Springtrap! because given SW had their game broken in half by their new manager, and that plot point was, as per the dated files, finished two days before release so i hardly acknowledge it as intended.

instead, it's functionally a data collection dump, barely above the law because its collecting customer data on 3 year olds, pretty consistently fighting lawsuits and pushing back against laws that would prevent them from doing it. they sell the data + devices preloaded with the customer's data on for targeted as hell ads, which is pretty insidious as is, but the extra rub here is they're not exactly vetting who buys the data, so kids are getting targeted ads for bs like scam sites, violent games way above their age bracket, etc. fazbear ent makes a mint exploiting the fact kids arent at all tech savvy, the glamor of the plex is to distract the parents.

i honestly thought security breach was going to be a reference to an informational breach that released a list of people that had gone missing in the pizzaplex due to extremely shitty budget cuts the plex had made to keep the place alive on what couldn't possibly be profitable if run safely, and the reveal was going to be glitchtrap was leaking the data specifically to try and infect law enforcement. that would actually have been scary.

my selfship au doesn't include that necessarily, but there's always some kind of run in with law enforcement because of injury occurring on the premises. vanessa in this does exist, but she's basically one of the on-premises human security guards the plex was forced to have so there'd be someone to make decisions where robots couldn't be trusted to.

Freddy only ever got the rights to actually enter a relationship because of the plex constantly fighting lawsuits based upon the morals of exploiting data, they wanted to put off the moral implications of sentient robots not being offered some shreds of personhood if they could.

It's how I ever got the yes-man that just lets (most) things fly on that front. the public wont ever hear about the data lawsuits because they're so contained, but they would start a public discourse about the senitence = rights for the animatronics, because its something everyones decently qualified to have an opinion on.

this au does have a loose plot arc, sort of? its something ive thought about scribble comics for, because it's relatively lowstakes, fluff and guff more than high impact, and tldr's into "two gay furries struggle to let the gay robot furry have rights".

it also incorporates my friend's selfship with Monty depending on the version you're looking at, since our sonas hang out as well its fun worldbuilding a version of this with her.

i didnt want to go into the mega ins and outs, so this is the spark notes differences.

if you wanna know more though by all means drop me a line, i'm always gonna want to talk about it-

#basbear #selfship #self ship #f/o #fictional other

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starwarringavengers · 6 years

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Say My Name - Lance Tucker x Reader

Pairing: Lance Tucker x Reader

Warnings: Unprotected sex, language, don’t come in someone without permission? (dont be like lance)

Summary: “She” (you) is L.A. Times’ golden child - star reporter and former friend of Lance Tucker. After they spend two nights together at the Games, she shows up out of the blue at Lance’s gym while he’s coaching. And he finds that he really enjoys her company.

“Lance Tucker,” Lance is used to people saying his name. They say it all damn day - at the gym, on the radio, on the news, plastered all over the inside of ESPN magazines. But it’s the same voices every day. It’s never that voice.

Lance holds up a hand to Maggie, letting her know he’ll be back. When she catches sight of the woman behind him, she seems to roll her eyes a little. Carefully, Lance turns around to face her.

Ah, there she is. Same damn disarming smile and perfect skin. If he had the heart to say he had a favorite fuck, it would be her. Maybe it’s because when they finally did fuck, it felt like some little piece of his life had fallen into place. Lance does not pine for people. He lets them come to him. But her? Damn, he would’ve chased her until he caught her.

She smiles at him, aware now that she’s got his attention.

“Well, well, well,” he begins. “Look who it is. Reporter extraordinaire,” Her smile grows a little bit as she moves off her perch against the wall to greet him. Despite himself, Lance tugs her in for a kiss on the cheek.

“Long time no see, Lance,” She greets, her voice honey-sweet just like the smile she gives him.

“What are you doing here?” Lance asks, nodding his head around the gym. She shrugs.

“I was in the area. Thought I’d stop by,” she tells him with a grin.

“Taking a little break from breaking the biggest news to L.A. to visit an old friend?” Lance questions and she laughs, like a bell, and it fills the gym.

“An old friend, Lance? I’m not sure I’ve ever referred to us as friends,” Ah, he loves that wit and take-no-bullshit attitude she’s always had.

“You wound me,” He tells her. “I’d say we’re friends.”

“Well, would a friend have time for some coffee today, then?” She asks, eyes light.

“I’d say if you’re friends with the guy, yeah, he might have time for some coffee,” Lance states, taking his sunglasses from the front of his shirt and slipping them on as she rolls her eyes. “Maggie! Dominique! Go take naps or do some schoolwork or some shit. See you tomorrow. Don’t be late,” Lance yells at the two girls, who go, glaring, back into the locker room.

“They both look great,” She says, nodding to the disappearing gymnasts. “Maggie was Greggory’s girl, right?”

“Yeah, d’you hear about that fucking fiasco?” Lance asks, and she only hums, sliding her own sunglasses on. “C’mon, cars out front.”

Lance watches as she slides into the Porsche, her long legs tucking up into the passenger's seat and shit why can’t Lance keep his fucking cool? I mean, he’s fucked women hotter than her.

Has he though?

She watches him as he drives out of the corner of her eye, trying not to linger too long on the way his hands wrap around and slide down the steering wheel. It’s fucking pornographic, the way his body moves.

Look, she’s a big time reporter for the L.A. Times, she’s their god damn golden child, and she’s had the pleasure of hanging out with a lot of hot men - everybody from young entrepreneurs, sports celebrities, regular celebrities, but fuck if she can’t stop thinking about those two nights she spent in Lance’s hotel room at the Games two years ago. She’d only gone because she was quite literally around the corner from the gym, working on a story, and she’d had a break between interviews so she figured she’d go check it out. And she’d seen Lance standing there in his red, white and blue tracksuit, looking like the dutiful coach. If there was one thing she could say about Lance, it’s that despite the fact that he loves the spotlight, he knows when it’s not his turn to be in it. At least when it comes to the girls he coaches.

As they pull up to the Starbucks around the corner from the gym, Lance glances sideways at her. Her hand is out the window, fingers fluttering in the warm wind. The sun is hitting the angles of her face in all the prettiest spots.

They trained together for a while when they were younger - she even won a few medals at qualifying competitions. She was a gifted gymnast, lithe and so graceful, but then it seemed like as soon as she started to really get good, she stopped. And it’s a damn shame. They could’ve been the hottest fucking thing in gymnastics. Gold medal couple, literally. Some people’s hearts just aren’t in it, Lance guesses. She’s gained back some of the weight that gymnastics takes from women at that young an age, and she’s curvier now. In all the places that Lance likes to touch.

Now though, he keeps his hands mostly to himself as he gets out of the car and jogs around to let her out, offering his hand to her. She takes it lightly and slinks out of the car, never stumbling despite those high heels on her feet. Lance likes gymnasts, but he really likes the way these business women dress. He’s partial to the heels.

“What can I get ya?” Lance asks her as they peruse over the menu.

“I asked you to coffee, so what might I get you?” She shoots back with a little smile. Tall glass of you.

Lance sighs to himself.

“Every time I’m feeling like being a gentleman, you are the one who makes it all backfire,” He jokes, only to hear the little peal of laughter she lets out. Luckily she’s too busy reading her order off the wall that she doesn’t see when he hands the barista cash until it’s too late. She scowls at him but thanks him anyway, and they head over to sit at an empty table in the corner of the room.

“So, talk to me. How’s the big, wide world of reporting treating you?” Lance asks. “Ya look good,” He can’t help but tell her, because she does. It’s clear she makes good enough money, because her hair is done and she’s got nice shoes and a damn nice little dress on.

“Well,” She begins, taking a sip out of her straw. Lance watches as her lips close around it, biting back a growl. “It’s a lot of fun. I get to meet a lot of interesting people.” She tells him. “Are you still enjoying coaching?”

They fall into an easy conversation. Lance likes to talk, that’s not secret, but she was definitely made for reporting. She just lets him talk. Makes him, actually, because she just stares at him with those big eyes and here he is trying to fill the silence and telling her things he’s never even come up with words for until this moment. They sit there in that Starbucks for at least an hour and a half, and Lance leaves realizing he hasn’t learned anything new about her. So he invites her to dinner.

“Out? Like, in the city? Or at your house?” She asks him, shaking her cup so the ice rattles.

“Let’s do it at my place,” He tells her, and then wants to smack himself for his choice of words. But she doesn’t seem to mind, because she gives him a grin.

Halfway through dinner, Lance is contemplating launching himself across the table and trying to figure out how fast he could rip that little black dress off her body. She keeps crossing her legs over each other, and Lance is getting uncomfortable with how attracted he is to her. And he’s fucked her before. So it’s saying something.

“You know, that wine we had in your hotel room at the Games was delicious, but I’ve never been able to find it again,” She’s saying, taking a slow bite of her food.

“That’s because it’s only made and sold in Italy,” Lance wags his eyebrows at her, thinking of something else that was certainly just as delicious. “I think I’ve got another bottle in here somewhere, though,” He states, getting up and opening the liquor cabinet, indeed locating a single bottle of the Masseria Li Veli Valdana Malvina Aleatico Passito way back in the cabinet. He pulls it out and grins, grabbing two glasses and a cork opener.

“Cheers,” Lance says when they toast, not to anything specifically, but he’s sure toasting to the way her lips wrap around the edge of the wine glass, coming away tinged a little darker from the wine. Lance waves her over to the balcony and they stand there, overlooking the city as the sky darkens over them. She watches the city and Lance watches her. It’s inevitable at this point, the way he’s pretty sure their night is going to end, he’s just waiting for the moment to take shape.

It does when she turns to him and gives him a sly little smile, finishing off her wine with a long sip. When she brings the glass down Lance takes his chance and steps in, hand reaching up to tangle in her hair and lips finding hers. He tries to be sort of gentle at first, mouthing at the skin behind her ear and breathing in the scent of her perfume until it positively intoxicates him.

Lance’s reputation proceeds him most of the time. He’s hasn’t been with nearly as many women as the rumors like to imply. And even less lately - he’s been preoccupied with training, that it’s been a minute since he’s indulged himself. Lance isn’t sure she really cares. Maybe she does and she’s just not letting it on, but either way, if she’s going to let him have her he’s not going to speak, for fear of fucking it up. He really likes her - she’s got spunk and personality and attitude that makes her so damn intriguing to him. Kissing her is hot. She makes these little breathy moans when he sucks on her bottom lip, arm coming up to wrap around her and feel for that perfect ass. Her free hand twines in his hair and shit, they’ve gotta get inside before he accidentally shatters two wine glasses and fucks her for all of L.A. to see.

Lance reluctantly breaks his lips from hers and tugs her roughly back into the penthouse, placing their wine glasses as gently as he possibly can onto the table before picking her up and hoisting her onto his hips. Her dress slides up and Lance hooks one arm under her ass and appreciates how smooth and soft the skin of her thigh is. She’s gotta be doing some sort of something related to gymnastics or dancing still - there’s no way the strength in her fucking thighs is just from the leg press.

Lance navigates them through the dark space, locating his bedroom with his hand now palming her breast and mouth on her neck. She growls a little bit and yanks on his hair.

“Two nights wasn’t enough for you, Lance?” She laughs breathlessly.

“Shut the fuck up,” He snaps, frustration mounting in the pit of his stomach the longer he goes without having her naked beneath him. He tosses her onto the bed and practically tears his shirt off before grabbing at her dress, turning her over to yank down the zipper.

“Rip my dress, Lance, and I’ll fucking punch you in the teeth,” She threatens, and Lance can’t help the loud laugh that he lets out.

“Damn. Wear something I can rip next time, then,” He tells her.

“Next time? Who said I wanna see you again after this?” She questions, letting herself be flipped back over so Lance can pull her dress off and catch a glimpse of that bare skin he’s been fantasizing about all damn day.

“Ah, baby, you came back after last time, didn’t you?” Lance asks, knowing that it’s just a teasing joke, but now that they’re both in the same state permanently, and not happening upon each other in a foreign country, he could really get used to her being his regular fuck. “You know, it’s a shame you stopped gymnastics. You were flexible,” He states, smirking. She glares.

“I’m still fucking flexible and you know it, Tucker,” She snaps back, a grin that lights up her eyes crossing her face. Lance tuts his tongue and drags her to the edge of the bed by her ankles, standing her up and keeping one hand wrapped around one of her ankles. To his delight, she keeps her right leg up as her other foot meets the ground, in a very nice stretch.

“Flexible you are, I suppose,” Lance replies, pressing a delicate kiss to her ankle and then proceeding to push her back down onto the bed. She’s still as charming as she was when they were teenagers, even more beautiful and even better than his memory can ever serve him. She drags him up onto the bed after her, wasting no time in beginning to grind up against his cock, which is starting to press painfully against his jeans. He hums against her mouth, hands everywhere he can get them - her tits, her ass, gripping her thighs.

Lance traces behind her teeth with his tongue, delighting in the little mewling sound she makes when he sneaks a hand down between them to rub along the apex of where her thigh meets her center.

“Lance, god damn it,” She whines, gripping his shoulders and in one shockingly swift movement, has him on his back while she’s perched on top of him. Lance can’t even do anything with his hands, because she slinks down and tugs his jeans off, her mouth wrapping around his cock before he can do much as blink again.

“Oh, fuck,” He’s moaning, hand wrapped up in her hair as her mouth is literally wreaking havoc on his senses and his cock. “Yes, just like that,” He encourages, and she looks up at him with twinkling eyes, a little spark of mock-annoyance hiding there.

“Shut up, Lance,” She hisses, but despite the tone she leans down and her lips are wrapped around him once again, comments forgotten as he’s focused on how she feels.

When he can’t take it anymore Lance drags her up half by her hair, half by her arm and sets her down on top of him without warning, groaning in happiness as he sinks into her. He doesn’t usually let girls on top. Like, ever. But damn the way she rolled those hips the first time has him reconsidering his previous favorite positions - but only with her. Lance loves to be in charge in his personal life, professional life, and especially in bed. But sometimes it’s nice to sit back and let someone else do the work.

“Love watching you, damn,” He mutters, hands roaming over her hips and her thighs as she rides him, creating so much friction between them that he swears he’s going to stop breathing. Lance grips her tight and turns them over, hooking her leg around his shoulder and driving into her with a force that makes her lower lip tremble and Lance’s muscles clench. Lance loves the way she looks, her eyes closed and lip between her teeth as he slides his cock in and out of her, watching himself disappear inside her. When he looks back up at her face, she’s smiling.

“I hate that fucking tattoo,” She says, grinning. Lance finds a smile crossing his own face as he leans down to get more leverage, pressing their mouths together in a heated kiss. She hums against his mouth. “Fuck,” She mumbles, a little squeak in her voice. Lance’s body is shuddering against his will, and the effort it’s taking him not to lose himself and come inside of her.

“Mmm, come on baby, come for me,” Lance moans, one hand wrapped in her hair and the other hooked around her leg, holding her in place. She shudders around him and Lance can do nothing but pull her closer as he comes.

They gasp for breath against each other’s skin, Lance waiting for the feeling to return to the rest of his body and not just his dick before he’s able to roll off of her with a sigh. She stays still, taking stuttering breaths, eyes closed and lashes fluttering against her cheeks.

“You’re a lot of fun, Tucker,” She says, laughing breathlessly. Lance finds the smile on his face growing wider at the sound.

“So, when are we doing this again?”

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koalaphanti · 7 years

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A New Change #1

This is my first NitW fanfiction! I hope you enjoy! (This takes place after the game, "Gregg's Ending")

Song: Meant To Be, by Arc North. [Beginning Arc.] [0/3]

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"So, what song should we play?" Angus said, as the gang doesn't have a new song ready for them to play.

"I dunno, dude." Gregg said, "couldn't we just make something up?" He asked them, Mae looking towards him.

"We could. But it won't sound right." Bea said, and then Angus finished her saying, "Yah, and a song isn't written in 20 minutes."

"Well, couldn't we just play a song we know?" Mae mentioned and looked at them.

"What do you mean?" Angus asked her, looking towards her.

"Yah know, maybe play a song from our childhood!" Mae stated.

"Like, The Wheels on the Bus?" Bea asked her, not very interested in wasting her energy on childish songs.

"Yah! Like Humpty Dumpty, but more spooky" she said with enthusiasm.

"Or we could just play a song nobody remembers!" Gregg said in his usually excited voice.

"How would we play a song nobody remembers?" Angus asked. He was only met with a bunch of "..."

"Couldn't we just, yah know, play somebody else's song?" Mae said and looked at them.

"Like, plagiarism?" Angus said, "you know that's a crime, right? You can go to jail for that." He mentioned that fact pretty clearly.

"Come on, dude! It's not like we're gonna play it in front of a crowd" Gregg encouraged.

"Yah! Like, for fun!" Mae added, to encourage him more.

Angus sighed, "even though I'm not one for plagiarism, I guess this will be okay" he said as he got on stage.

The crew gets ready, as Angus steps in front of the mike. Bea gets behind the drums, getting comfortable in the seat she's gonna be sitting in the next 4-5 minutes. Gregg gets up and tunes his guitar as Mae tuned up her base.

"So, what song should we do?" Mae asked as she finished tuning up her base,

"Let's do Meant To Be, by Arc North." Bae said as she looked over to see the rest of the gang finishing up.

"Okay, dude. I liked that song as a kid." Gregg said, remembering the memories.

"Yah, like how they played it before school would end. But then it got annoying and someone messed with it and put on Never Gonna Give You Up" Mae said, as she actually enjoyed that song. It used to calm her as a kid.

"Uh, are we gonna play this song, or recite memories?" Angus asked, snapping the two out of their memories.

"Oh right, let's do this." Mae said as everyone got ready to play.

"1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10!" Angus started as they started to play.

(Song: Meant to Be, by Arc North)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kSmMOsJmkfs

[Verse 1]

"I want you to show me How to get to know Someone like you, someone like you I want you to know me 'Cause I know then you'll see We can be true, we can be true.

I want you to see what I see in us Something so real, something so real I want you to see that this is a love That we both feel, that we both feel"

[Pre-Chorus]

"And how will we ever know If the love will ever grow Without trying, without trying And how will we ever see If we are meant to be It's terrifying, it's terrifying"

Mae and Gregg starts playing more, after the lyrics were set aside for just instrumental.

[Chorus]

"That we are meant to be We are, we are That we are meant to be That we are meant to be We are, we are That we are meant to be"

[Verse 2]

"We've both been there before When love shuts the door It's a losing game, it's a losing game But this time it's more Than another love war This ain't the same, this ain't the same"

"They say love heals all It makes it all alright In time, in time My heart still feels the breaking But you make my world so bright It feels so right, it feels so right"

[Pre-Chorus]

"And how will we ever feel That what we got is real There's no denying, there's no denying And how will we ever see If we are meant to be It's terrifying, it's terrifying And how till we ever know If the love will ever grow Without trying, without trying And how will we ever see If we are meant to be It's terrifying, it's terrifying"

Mae and Gregg continued playing, Bas also hitting the drums as the instrumental parts come up.

[Chorus]

"That we are meant to be We are, we are That we are meant to be That we are meant to be We are, we are That we are meant to be"

They finished up, as Mae stopped strumming her base. It felt so good to hear that song as nostalgic memories run through her blood.

"I think that's enough for today, I have to get home" Bea said as she go up, and was ready to leave.

"Yah, me and Angus have to get packing if we want to leave on time" Greggory said as he was about to leave with Angus before Mae spoke up.

"Can I help? I have nothing better to do anyways besides run around" Mae said as she got up.

"I guess it's okay, dude" Gregg said, "just don't break or mix up anything" Angus added after.

"No promises." Mae said as she followed them back to their 'house'.

"Aww, it's so empty" Mae said as she walked in the empty room.

"Yah, we started yesterday" Gregg said to her.

"Gregg's side took the longest to pack, that's why we packed it first" Angus said as he goes to get a box.

"Hey!" Gregg said, and pouts, turn looked to Mae and said, "You can help unpack the bathroom. Meet me in the kitchen if you need someone to talk to" Gregg said as he walked away to unpack the kitchen.

She walked into the bathroom, seeing how the counter wasn't cleaned, as it is usually. The shower and the tub, lest with the only remains of hair stuck in the drain. The shower head leaked droplets of water, and the curtains covered it all. She sighed, as she's gonna miss being here. All her memories here, washed away as they leave tomorrow. She starts to help unpack, doing so slowly as she carefully examined each item. After she finished one box full of soap and cleaning items, she gets a call from her mother.

"Hey, mom." She said as she picked up the phone.

"Mae, sweetie, please come home before it's gone" her mother said, she seems to sound....sad?

"What?! I thought you said nothing is gonna happen to it?!" Mae said, her eyes widen.

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