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thefvllsun · 2 years

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haechan

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❥ ldh: the panty perv

actual name: beware the panty perv

summary: there’s a mystery at hand! it seems like your panties have been vanishing into thin air whenever you need them most?

angry that your favorite pairs of panties are going missing, you decide to put on your detective hat in hopes of finding the mysterious lingerie bandit.

but between all of the guys that you sleep with— you can’t seem to pinpoint who the culprit could be.

it couldn’t possibly be your absolute geek of a tutor for calculus, right?

nah.

❥ { elevator by nct 127 }

actual name: elevator - l.dh

❥ "he'll bite"

actual name: i'll bite

synopsis: you've had your eye on haechan for a while. who knew a costume frat party would be the time you got to have him.

❥ we love a little friendship

actual name: friends kiss friends;; ldh

summary: In charge of both baking the cake and keeping the birthday boy occupied until the rest of the party arrives, your hands are rather full. Good thing there’s a pair of helping hands itching to be put to good use.

❥ robot luver

actual name: robot lover | lee donghyuck (haechan)

summary: You designed the perfect man – and built him, as a sex robot. But what do you do when Haechan tires of the customers, and falls for you?

❥ alpha’s desire

actual name: an alpha's desire

summary: gathering more information on the soon-to-be owner of seoul’s leading tech companies, should be an easy job, especially for someone like you but when you get your heat at the most unexpected time, things don’t exactly go in your favour. well, almost.

❥ enemies to lovers

actual name: allover lee haechan

summary: haechan drove you mad, so much that when you kissed him everything made sense

❥ ‘make a wish’

actual name: make a wish | l.dh

synopsis: They always say to make a wish and keep it a secret when it comes time for you to blow out the candles on the cake, but as you walk through the door of Donghyuck's bedroom, you realize that he's become the one thing you just can't seem to stop wishing for.

❥ game boy

actual name: game boy

synopsis: he’s so consumed by his own game that you decide to play one of your own.

❥ fantasy trip w/ lhc

actual name: if i lose my mind

synopsis: You’ve never cared much for your dreams. they were always confusing nonsense you forgot in the morning. this until you started to have the same dream again and again and again: a lobby, pleasant elevator music in the background, many golden doors, a handsome young man welcoming you and asking where you wanted to go that night. his name was haechan and apparently you weren’t supposed to know that, let alone fall in love with him.

❥ “wingardium leviosa”

actual name: i will not vanish

❥ french kiss

actual name: oh mr. lee, will you teach me how to french kiss?

synopsis: when you break up with your boyfriend after finding out you don’t know how to french kiss, your best friend offers a rather tempting offer.

❥ “i’m a youtuber.”

actual name: this is the story of how we fell in love, apparently.

synopsis: running a youtube channel with your best friend isn’t easy, not when he’s like a ticking time bomb that’s constantly bubbling up something new.

what’s worse is that you’ve had a crush on him for the past three years.

❥ from home

actual name: home is a feeling | lee donghyuck

summary: Fresh off a break-up, not willing to stomach spending Christmas single with your family, you book a last minute trip overseas to escape the impending loneliness, not realizing that perhaps running away from your feelings will only serve to intensify them. You arrive at your home-away-from-home only to find you’re not the only one staying there. Through some unfortunate (or not so unfortunate) mistake, the AirBnB you booked has also been booked by a handsome young man looking for a similar escape from his own life. Now you have to choose whether or not to stay and spend your Christmas with a stranger or scramble to find a lonely hotel room last minute over the holidays.

❥ “slow dancing in the dark”

actual name: slow dancing in a burning room - l.dh

description: the past ripples in the present, the currents of history crashing on the shores of the new day. in the halls of a place you’ve never been, you and haechan are caught up in a riptide—your paths always destined to meet, forever entwined and doomed to the same fate. is history really bound to repeat itself no matter how hard you try to change it?

❥ abducting persephone and part ii.

actual name: the abduction of persephone. ldh

synopsis: your sister is about to marry the man of her life, the wedding is in three days and you don’t have a date. Nothing weird, but I forgot to mention that you had told your parents that you were bringing your boyfriend. A boyfriend that you don’t have anymore, because he had suddenly decided you were “too much” for him and didn’t want to make you waste anymore time - one month before the wedding.

You should have been the happiest person on Earth, your sister was about to get married and, since you didn’t want to bring any attention upon your lonely entrance, you had opted for something crazy. Crazy, like hiring Lee Donghyuck to be your fake-boyfriend.

❥ happiness with ldh and part ii.

actual name: all at once, the happiness i knew

❥ free falling and again

actual name: free falling

summary: your friend haechan has been acting kinda weird lately.. does it have anything to do with you? maybe it does, considering he keeps looking at you like you're gonna kill him any second. well, that and he randomly liked a three month old picture of you.

actual name: free falling pt. 2

summary: you and haechan finally meet in person, but the circumstances aren't very ideal. how long can he keep himself together?

❥ becoming part of the mafia w/ ldh

actual name: dangerous alliance

preview: “you wouldn’t shoot me.” he laughs knowingly. upfront arrogant bastard. “how do you know? just because I’m a woman?” she remarks like a wild animal ready to chew him off.

“exactly, you’re a woma-” the voice becomes inaudible when a large bullet was felt piercing the shoulder, gush amount of bleeding. the triggered pulled by a woman, someone he underestimated. he fell quicker than he was shot on his knees, winging in absolute pain. she sighs out dramatically. “don’t think you know everything because if a woman has a motive and the courage to do something, she will do it.”

❥ the summer’s seasons

actual name: seasons in the sun

the minor hiccup?

both of you are sore losers, huge cheaters, have little to no morals, and will do anything to obliterate your competition to emerge victorious. let the games begin.

❥ milf hunter

actual name: milf hunter

summary: what happens when the local milf online lives in your neighbourhood?

❥ handy man

actual name: ᵕ̈ ೫˚∗: our kitchen | lhc

summary: moving in with your boyfriend is a great idea—just don't forget to ask him if he knows how to build furniture (or how to build anything, really).

❥ slide thru - l.hc | ridin’ club

actual name: slide thru - l.hc | ridin’ club

synopsis: Lee Donghyuck, goes by Lee Haechan, is your literal ride or die.

From high school to college, you two are best friends for the long run. While your relationship has always been platonic, there is something about the wind in his brown locks and the thrills drawing donuts in an empty parking lot that causes butterflies to jump down below. Have you always been attracted to him or did he finally grow up to be your type?

❥ proof

actual name: prove it

summary: after years of putting up with Haechan teasing you for being a good girl, you get to prove him wrong at one of his concerts.

❥ zoom shenanigans

actual name: zoom shenanigans - l.dh

summary: you don’t quite know how hyuck convinced you to sit on him while in a class zoom call

❥ NaCl and H₂O

actual name: salt and ice (m)

summary: lee donghyuck was your best friend, but you hated him. well, at least you think you do.

you hate everything that he is, and everything he had become. despite this, you find your friendship actually quite simple with him, never crossing the line of being too complicated. as time starts to grow, and as donghyuck starts to realize he wants to become closer to you, things start to change. and soon enough, you’re stuck on the ‘complicated’ line with him. your dynamic soon becomes like salt and ice.

❥ your scent

actual name: scent : alpha! haechan

synopsis: alpha Haechan finds you, a stray omega having issues with your heat suppressants, and he decides that even if he is one of the younger members in an all alpha pack, and even if he doesn’t want kids,

it’s a fabulous idea to all but take in a cute, fertile, omega who is deep in heat.

❥ uwu

actual name: baby face : frat haechan

synopsis: You and Haechan have been enemies ever since highschool, when debates between you in class would get heated. Now, you’re in a sorority and he’s in your brother frat, NCT House. Trivia nights are supposed to be fun at the campus bar but you and Haechan always take it personally, and your friends see the the sexual tension, even if you and Haechan don’t.

Johnny and Jaehyun concoct plans to force you and Haechan interact, frat boys lie, and even if Haechan gets you on your back,

you’re never going to stop calling him the nickname he hates so much: “baby face”.

❥ calling your name and again

actual name: haechan: the cocky | vol 1

synopsis: on this sunny afternoon, you’re home alone while everyone else is in class... or so you thought. as haechan’s name spills from your lustful mouth, he mindlessly comes in thinking that you’re calling for him. instead, he walks in to see you fingers deep and in need of some assistance, again.

actual name: haechan: the cocky | vol 2

synopsis: after receiving haechan’s text messages, you hurry up to his room and the sexual tension is thicker than you can ever imagine.

❥ 🍍

actual name: pineapple — l.hc l.dh

preview: when paired up with the worst partner in the entirety of the university, this research paper is going to need a lot of work—too bad the topic of interest is sex education. with two geniuses like yourselves, you have two different project ideas, but both of them require you to get a whole lot closer to donghyuck than you’ve ever wanted to be.

❥ cardio

actual name: cardio

summary: haechan doesn’t really frequent the gym often, but he decides to go with johnny just this once. but because you were there, it’s safe to say that he’ll probably be back again.

❥ do good, look good, feel good

actual name: do good, look good, feel good - l.dh

❥ love bites

actual name: love bites

summary: Supernatural creatures don’t scare you, so when the cute neighbor who lives just across the hallway offers you a chance to move in for cheaper rent, you agree in a heartbeat

--even when he consumes human blood on a daily basis.

❥ polar opposites

actual name: miscalculated assumptions | l.dh

preview: lee donghyuck is your polar opposite - he’s mouthy and careless and a troublemaker at heart, while you’re the dictionary definition of a goody-two-shoes. therefore, when you’re assigned to tutor him, you’re sure that you’re doomed... unless you’ve made some miscalculated assumptions.

❥ gamer boy

actual name: motivation

❥ stubborn

actual name: CHANGE YOUR MIND YET?

summary: you’re going to kill him. you swear, you’re going to kill him. how did liu yangyang accidentally tell lee donghyuck—your greatest enemy—that you think he’s hot and that you’ve been in a dry spell recently? now you have to avoid the inevitable confrontation, and worst of all, deal with the most stubborn person alive (who ironically thinks that you’re the most stubborn person alive.)

❥ sure thing

actual name: sure thing (l.dh)

❥ pussy fiend and part ii.

actual name: pussy fiend (l.dh)

summary: uhhh he likes you and is a fiend for pussy idk bestie

actual name (2): pussy fiend, part 2 (l.dh)

summary (2): part two baybee!! uhhh he still likes you and is still a fiend for pussy bestie have fun :)

❥ honeymoon

actual name: ᵕ̈ ೫˚∗: a kiss on the cheek | lhc

summary: you’ve only been dating haechan for a month now, and you haven’t even considered the chance of your first kiss happening yet. until one of your boyfriend’s friends mentions how much he likes kisses.

❥ hot singles in your area

actual name: hot singles in your area

❥ and they were roommates

actual name: and they were roommates

summary: lee donghyuck’s competitive spirit to find the best girlfriend results with him setting his sights on yoo jimin, the hottest girl on campus. however, trying to get close to her ends up with him being pushed in her roommate’s direction. donghyuck has never considered dating someone as quiet as you, but, for whatever reason, he’s infatuated.

❥ learning experience

actual name: lesson of the day

synopsis: In his twenties and finally getting himself in a committed relationship means the lack of experience. And for being the best step sister you are, you help him get better by teaching him. A twisted way to have him wrapped around your finger.

❥ TRAPPED!

actual name: TRAPPED!

synopsis: you’d grown up with lee donghyuck, him being your older brother mark’s best friend. but this didn’t that mean you automatically liked him, in fact, you felt quite the opposite. as did he. he was everything you hated about a person, he was loud, obnoxious, selfish and quite frankly, really fucking rude. you were absolutely sick of him.

that was until your eighteenth birthday.

❥ blocked

actual name: unblock your heart

❥ sucks to be him

actual name: sucks to be him

summary: You were trying to have a fun night with your friends when a handsome stranger introduced himself as your mate. The problem? You have a boyfriend.

❥ christmas in august

actual name: All I Want ‣ ldh

summary: In which the mix of Christmas music in August and Donghyuck's surge of confidence almost does good for the both of you

❥ camp v.s. camp

actual name: seasons in the sun

summary: camp beaver falls and camp saltwater have had an intense rivalry for more than a few decades, so when a fight breaks out between the two establishments, the respective head counsellors, you and lee donghyuck, decide to hold a championship to once and for all decide who’s the best. the minor hiccup? both of you are sore losers, huge cheaters, have little to no morals, and will do anything to obliterate your competition to emerge victorious.

let the games begin.

❥ fooled around and fell in love

actual name: fooled around and fell in love

summary: donghyuck has really, really, really fucked up this time. when you asked him if he wanted to hook up and take the edge off of preparing for the upcoming recital, he jumped at the offer. but he’s slowly falling in love with you, you’re in his dance department so if it ends ugly, you’re unavoidable—and he may or may not be getting possessive when he sees other men flirting with you.

❥ rule number one

actual name: Again & Again || L.DH

summary: Haechan is needy. So needy that he can’t wait until you get home to play with himself, breaking the number one rule in your book. What was supposed to be a night of innocent quality time ends in Haechan getting milked dry, begging for you to make him come over & over again.

❥ he who shall not be named

actual name: fast times.

synopsis: throughout the snapshots of your life, lee donghyuck is always there. (or, you realize that you’re in love with the bane of your existence.)

❥ meddle about

actual name: meddle about

summary: Mark doesn’t think you or Haechan would have a problem with killing each other, not even bat an eye at it in fact.

❥ we'll make it fit and again...

actual name: make it fit

summary: your best friend, haechan tries to convince you that he in fact does have a big dick but you won’t believe him, so he decides to show you instead.

actual name: make it fit again

summary: it’s been two months since that incident and haechan can’t stop thinking about it. neither can you, if you’re honest and you find yourself in a similar situation once again but this time, your friends don’t just listen.

❥ love notes

actual name: ⇢ dear mr. cupid

synopsis: it’s no lie that haechan only started his college matchmaking business due to his nosy personality. it’s also no lie that he was a little jealous of everyone he had helped out as he had no love life of his own. well, that was until his childhood friend moved back and mysterious love notes started appearing in his matchmaking inbox… addressed to HIM?!

❥ we don’t hate each other

actual name: a red velvet cupcake, a halloween party, and a punishment

summary: A red velvet cupcake creates a promise between you and Haechan, and a Halloween party(and it’s consequences) brings you two closer than ever. Between scrubbing up dirty plates at the school kitchen and your study sessions at the library, you start to get fond of each other.

❥ stuck to the hip

actual name: Hot & Cold

synopsis: Donghyuck and Y/N, Y/N and Donghyuck. Whatever the order was, everyone knew it wasn’t the same without the other; everyone knew that you two would end up together, one way or another. Only, no one ever told Donghyuck that it would take this long. It took an unnecessary long time for him to get where he wanted you to be, but it was worth all the years if it meant he’d get you in the end.

After all, he wouldn’t spend all of his time and effort to plan on confessing with an old pink Nintendo DS Lite and a Pokémon Pearl cartridge.

#recommendations #lee haechan #haechan #lee donghyuck #nct 127 #nct dream

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adultswim2021 · 3 months

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Robot Chicken #73: “Maurice Was Caught” | August 2, 2009 - 11:30PM | S04E12

Sometimes I feel like my hatred of this show is thawing over time, but this episode really wore on me. The highlight of the episode was still a D+ at best. That was the Simon Belmont one, where the realities of using a whip as a weapon are highlighted. A fairly funny premise that didn’t overstay its welcome? Okay, fine. I’ll write about it semi-positively on my bad blog about cartoons. You win, Robot Chicken. You win.

As for the rest: There’s an Annie (of old-ass comic strip fame) sketch where it’s like that MTV Program Super Sweet 16. I applaud Robot Chicken for not having the voice just be Seth Green doing his patented “stupid bitch” voice; they actually hired an actress for it. The writing isn’t much better than those other sketches where they make fun of teen celebrities. Could have been worse, I guess.

There’s a sketch that’s like War Games, but it’s the Nerd playing a Lord of the Rings game. He nukes Canada trying to find a cheat code online. The government waterboards him until he finally implicates the middle east as a potential target. This technically qualifies as satire. It predictably ends with a prison rape joke, which technically qualifies as lame writing.

A lot of these sketches are fairly short, running around a minute each. Usually it’s easy to single out three “longish” sketches, and I guess I already have. There’s one where Sesame Street and Wall Street collide when Kermit the Frog’s cousin Gordon the Gecko shows up. There’s one where a scientist shows off a bunch of failed jetpack tests. There’s one where Petroleum Pete sings a song about the virtues of using fossil fuels. That last guy is sorta meant to resemble the Sinclair logo, I’m guessing. I thought maybe he was a real guy. That one hurts because it’s also musically bad. That was this one, goodnight!

EPHEMERA CORNER:

Tim and Eric Awesome Show, Great Job! - Season Three DVD (August 4, 2009)

The worst season of Tim and Eric Awesome Show, Great Job nevertheless receives as good of a release as any other season, with deleted scenes and extended sketches. The best bits on here are the half-hour version of the Muscles for Bones episode, and the complete Gettin’ It Dunn full-length ‘sode.

I read a review of this to remind me what was on it and was reminded that C.O.R.B.S. received a video commentary on adultswim.com. I also remember Jim and Derrick getting the same treatment, which I touched on in that episode’s write-up. It’s a shame those commentaries are lost to time. Dino’s Moral Orel commentaries made it to the Australian DVD for Moral Orel, but the rest are fucking toast.

MAIL BAG

Hey leave Wil alone! If you play nice with him he might send you a free case of Stone Farking Wheaton W00tStout.

Jesus fucking Christ, man. You made me look this up to see if it was real and I was very disappointed at what I found. Everything that turd does makes me want to you-know-what (TOILETFLUSH.ogg)

#adult swim #adultswim2021 #robot chicken

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eigenleere · 11 months

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6 months in review

Here's some of what has been going on in my life. Take a seat.

* * *

I got my very first job. It's graphics-related and much of it consists in staring at a laptop. I work from home but I regularly go to the office and see my coworkers in person.

It's fulfilling but mentally draining. It takes up a lot of my time, too, which keeps me from doing as much creative stuff as when I didn't have a full-time job. This has been taking a toll on me, but I'm coping as best as I can, and I'm still trying to create whenever I can. I find myself thinking that I could use a break... or a million...

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I tried Toontown: Corporate Clash after a friend started talking about it and suggested I give it a shot. I was never an MMO person, having had no prior interest in this sort of game and only having tried Final Fantasy XIV for an hour one time.

With Clash it seems that I hit the jackpot. I'm totally into it. The gameplay loop is fun, the robots live in my brain rent-free forever, but more importantly, I have met many new wonderful people. 💕

My creative spark was also reignited somewhat, in the form of several little guys that I rotate in my mind. I've never made this many characters this quickly.

I must say that I miss playing other games, though. I ought to do something about that. Make mental and literal time for them again.

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The enshittification of basically every platform and software I use has been nothing short of fucking enraging to witness. Using anything has become a chore and everything sucks super bad, it feels like. But things get worse before they get better or whatever, and people have been fighting back to an extent. There is a small light at the end of the tunnel. May it not be a bullet train.

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That's all I can come up with right now. If you read all this, thank you very much. If you did not, pee pee poo poo

#journal

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elizabethsiglersoc201h · 6 days

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Post #3- Camping Indoors Sure Beats Homelessness

Lately I’ve been complaining that I feel like I’m camping indoors. I try not to say it around my boyfriend too much because I know he feels bad, the same way he felt bad this same two years ago when I had to spend a month couch surfing. I even omitted the whole couch surfing part of the apartment search fiasco from a personal essay that I wrote (for Apartment Advisor) in 2023. To be fair, that decision goes beyond the stigma of homelessness. For one thing, I know that things could’ve been much worse. For another thing, I learned long ago that my work/output matches my pay. Well, there are some exceptions of course. When it comes to freelance writing you always want to make sure that your editor gets what they need and that they feel your end product matches what you pitched. I put a lot into that article and I’m as proud of it as I am of all of my other work. At the same time, I wasn’t getting paid to write about such serious, deep things. AA’s focus was on the logistics of a challenging apartment search that spanned nearly eight weeks and I was more than okay with that.

As I gain more distance from it, the whole ordeal gets a little bit easier to talk about. I felt like Goldilocks- every few days I’d bounce between my best friend’s farm in Smithville (near Wooster) and my boyfriend’s mom’s house in Wadsworth (near Akron). My things were stored in my nana’s basement and the things I might need during my month of couch surfing were stored in my car at my parent’s house. Outside of a few months during the pandemic, I haven’t lived with my parents in about ten years. They kept offering to let me stay again but I would politely decline. There are good reasons why I moved out at a relatively young age.

When I look back on that time period, what I keep coming back to is how difficult it was to lack a quiet space that I could be in full control of. I didn’t have the option of sitting down at my desk and working on stuff whenever I wanted. It was a particularly bad time for that because I was taking an advanced workshop (writing course) through 92Y. I still remember the giddy rush that flooded me months before when I found out that I was one of the ten people accepted, and then the other similar rush when they approved me for a full scholarship. I’d been ridiculously excited for that class for a long time and when it finally arrived I was hardly able to focus on it. I felt as if I were logging on every week just to embarrass myself in front of nine other really good writers and our instructor- who was the editor of The Paris Review and an accomplished author. Yikes. All of that comprises the bulk of my embarrassment around being homeless.

There were good things too. Like the valuable time I spent with my best friend! Back when I lived in Wooster– in my very first apartment– she lived just two houses down. Later on she would spend a couple years living with me. Then when I moved away to Chicago she started to look over this gorgeous farm for a family that planned to spend a significant amount of time sailing and seeing the world. I spent a lot of time there after moving home during the pandemic. Anyway, she was about to give the farm back to its owners and move to Michigan due to a job transfer. I still hadn’t wrapped my head around the idea but I knew enough to know that things would never be the same. So I spent a lot of my homeless month on the air mattress in her spare bedroom. She’d come home from work and we’d stay up late watching Atlanta or Mr. Robot, or just talking.

That time also taught me a lot about life in general. This is another reason why I try not to complain too much about “camping indoors.” It’s all about perspective.

Besides, I’ll be able to do more unpacking (beyond the bare minimums) here soon. Finals will be over eventually. It seems like my boyfriend’s mystery illness has a preliminary diagnosis after two long weeks of extensive testing, and once the diagnosis is confirmed he’ll have help treating it. Hopefully during an appointment this Monday! I’m absolutely thrilled that it doesn’t seem to be a cancer recurrence (they’re very close to ruling this out). He’s as eager as I am to help me make this place more liveable, but health has to come first. Whatever this is will continue to require lots of rest and that’s okay. To everything there is a season.

I’d much rather have decent grades and a healthy household than furnishings that can be built and boxes that can be unpacked literally any other time. Our stuff isn’t going anywhere. And my mom keeps begging to help out, so once things are less hectic I’ll have her come up to Cleveland.

I have a roof over my head in a walkable location, two amazing pets that get along well, my glorious desk, and a fully equipped kitchen. When I was couch surfing I subsisted on sandwiches made from packets of deli turkey and takeout. We’re eating a lot healthier these days and that matters more than whether or not every part of this place– where I’ve lived for only one month now (I have to keep reminding myself of this)– is clean and perfectly organized. Sometimes it’s more important to focus on everything that’s right in front of you. No one person can have every single thing exactly as they would like it to be at all times.

It sounds like common sense, right? But this is harder for women to understand, at least in practice. I grew up under this persistent, toxic positivity culture of “women can have everything! Women can do it all! Gosh, our society really has come so far huh.” Wrong (I wish).

In reality, women have to do it because we’re expected or in some cases forced to do it all. The Mental Load is one of my favorite nonfiction books and it brilliantly breaks down this concept.

So for another week or two, I’ll gladly resign myself to a little bit more “camping indoors.” In the grand scheme of things, it doesn’t matter that my underarms look like the underarms of a sasquatch because I can’t find one of my razors. It doesn’t matter much that I keep washing the same few dishes and the same few outfits in order to spend any precious unpacking time on other necessities. Who would even notice, and call me out on any of that? Maybe my mom. But she won’t be here for awhile yet. I’ll keep choosing to focus on the bigger picture and be content with what’s good enough.

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eyndr-stories · 2 years

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Chester and the Jesters (FNAF SB fanfic) C6 - 'Plex is haunted

In Summary:

The new tech sure does seem a little strange. Chester (at least, that's what their name tag says) doesn't seem as concerned as they should be about the high turnover rate here at Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizza-Plex, or the numerous rumors about what happens to people who take the night shift. And to make matters worse, there seems to be some kind of criminal on the loose! The cops say they think the criminal is hiding out in the woods somewhere near the pizza-plex. Stress is high at the plex these days, but Chester is stoic as ever. Say, come to think of it, no one can seem to remember where Chester's application went or who they interviewed with. Their employee file is misplaced or missing just like everything else in this place. But the new tech does a good job completing their tasks, and has their own badge and everything, so of course they must belong here. It's not like someone would sneak into the plex and go this far out of their way to impersonate a low level technician. Right??

Things To Know (always read responsibly!):

Biggest warnings are for blood, death, knives, murder, the police, violence, also the OC is at one point hit by lightning. All fun stuff

About 70,000 words in total, 9 chapters, so roughly like. 7,500 words per chapter

This is an OC story, not a reader insert or a self insert! But if you want to imagine otherwise be my guest lol

Angst, fluff

OC x Sun & Moon, there's romance but zero spice

Occasional swearing

Heavy focus on Sun and Moon but most of the rest of the gang is there too :)

Afton doesn't exist, sorry peepaw, Vanessa is here but she's very chill. She's a kickass gamer girl lmao

Moon does an attempted murder but its fine. He's just a lil guy ok

OC uses they/them and also sign language most of the time

Impersonation, lying. There's also manipulation. Yall I wasn't kidding about the angst

There's also a lot of focus on how they're all robots, very cool robots with feelings lol

That's all I can think of, as always please lmk if I should add anything!

Ao3 Link: Right here!

Start reading here: Chapter 1

Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7

C6 - 'Plex is haunted

"Can I ask you something?" Chester marked their in progress task complete and turned to face Vanessa. The pair of them had just finished installing a replacement speaker on the food court's stage. They were going back and forth with each other's task lists, finding ones that would go faster with help.

Vanessa was busy digging around in her pocket for something, but she still caught Chester's signs. "Course. What's up?" She finally pulled out a small pack of gum. "Want one?"

"Oh, sure. Thank you." Chester popped a stick of bubble gum in their mouth before continuing. "I've been meaning to ask… why you're friends with me? Not that I'm complaining, just curious."

Vanessa popped her own gum in her mouth and balled up the wrapper. "Honestly, I was watching you for a while before I first talked to you. The ghosts and I agree you're a decent person. And besides, the building seems to like you, and it's usually a really good judge of character." Vanessa took aim, then tossed her gum wrapper into the nearest trash can, a good ten feet away. When the wrapper made it into the can, she dabbed.

Chester was momentarily stunned not just by the excellent shot but also the preceding dab. They quickly shook it off. "The building??"

Vanessa nodded. She scrolled through her list of tasks, eventually settling on a staff bot repair task. "Yep. Don't ask me why. But the building for sure picks favorites." She waved for Chester to follow, putting her faz-phone away and starting off towards the next task.

Chester followed her down off the stage. They skirted around tables packed with noisy kids and families, plates full of hot cheap delicious garbage food. Chester was starving, but they did their best not to stare at a family's party platter of nachos. They focused on chewing their gum. "Favorites. How do you know this?"

"Well I wasn't sure at first, but the ghosts have been here the longest, and they're pretty adamant about it. Why do you think it's only ever the assholes who's employee profiles get corrupted? How come no other computer files ever get corrupted? Haven't you noticed how the halls sort of rearrange themselves how they see fit? Or how doors always seem to stick and won't open easily for Kat? Or how it never takes you or me all that long to get to places that are meant to be on opposite ends of the building?"

Chester had actually noticed some of those things. They'd attributed the halls to simply not being able to follow the map very clearly, and getting lucky and ending up where they needed to go anyways. But maybe they hadn't been able to memorize the map because the halls themselves kept changing? And with the employee profiles, could that really be the cause of the corrupted files??

"Anyways. Let me tell you more about House Hunter," Vanessa said. Without waiting for a reply, she started to ramble about a new game she was playing, where your pixelated character hunted these little house-shaped monsters that ran around on chicken legs. According to Vanessa, one needed to collect the remains of these defeated foes in order to build you own, much bigger, monster house.

"What do you do with the house you build?" Chester wondered.

"That's where the online aspect comes in. You can pit your house against other people's houses in different mini-games. Depending on the stats you go for with your house, you could be generally good at a lot of games or really good at a few games," Vanessa explained.

Vanessa went on about the house she was building, how she was going for the best 'jack of all trades' house attainable and how she had to hunt down all sorts of different little monster houses to collect a wide variety of materials from.

They reached parts and service proper just as Vanessa finished lamenting about a rare golden house that she'd spent all night looking for having escaped her grasp once again.

Chester paused when they realized they actually knew the bot they were here to repair. It was that custodian bot, the one with the blue hat. They'd seen this bot around the plex loads of times before.

"Cappy! What did you do this time??" Vanessa chided, folding her arms.

The bot, apparently named Cappy, lowered their egg head slightly. They pointed down at one of their wheels and attempted to roll forwards and backwards. The wheel wobbled and made a concerning grating noise, clearly loose.

"This again? Isn't it time we replace that old wheel?" Vanessa sighed.

Cappy stared at her blankly.

"Fine, fine." Vanessa waved. "I'll help you down and we'll take a look at it."

Vanessa lent the bot her arm for stability while they slowly folded over at the middle, until Cappy was seated on the ground beside the cylindrical chamber. Vanessa started removing the wheel.

"Anything I can do to help?" Chester asked.

Vanessa started to reply, but paused. She looked at Cappy for a long moment. "Uh… Cappy would prefer it if you kept your distance."

Chester took a step back. "Why??"

"They say… um. That's kinda mean. Basically they hate your guts," Vanessa said.

Chester was flabbergasted. They hadn't even realized Cappy had an opinion of them to begin with. The bot was currently staring at them, with that same neutral expression they always wore. Chester realized then that Cappy was not staring, but glaring.

"Apparently you keep making messes right after they finish cleaning an area. They're one of the bots who usually only work at night, so I guess they're not used to someone coming by and ruining their work," Vanessa elaborated.

Chester thought back and realized they had actually caused messes for the poor bot to clean on at least three separate occasions. They'd even tracked a bunch of mud in, back when they'd first snuck into the building. "Oh. Oh, dear. I'm very sorry, they were all accidents," Chester told Cappy.

Cappy turned their head all the way around, so they were no longer facing Chester and Vanessa. They folded their arms.

Vanessa gave Chester an apologetic look. "They're pretty mad."

"I had no idea. I feel terrible," Chester said.

"Here, hold this for me." Vanessa handed over Cappy's damaged wheel. She got to work removing the socket it had been connected to next.

Chester held it carefully in both hands. They noted a faded sticker on the wheel cap, one of Roxy's bust in front of a racing flag. Turning the wheel over, they saw that the ring meant hold the wheel to the socket was loose.

"Can't we just replace this ring?" Chester asked.

"We can't take it off without damaging the wheel. Its easier just to replace the wheel entirely. We've got plenty of spares laying around here, but Cappy likes that one." Vanessa pulled off the socket. It had become scraped and slightly bent over time. She chucked it and went to grab a new one from the shelves.

Chester glanced back at Cappy, who was still avoiding looking at them. "I didn't realize the staff bots had names."

"They don't usually, that I'm aware of. Cappy is just what I call this trouble maker. You know, cause of their hat," Vanessa explained. She returned from the shelves carrying a replacement socket, this one slightly bigger than the first. She sat back down in front of Cappy and got to work connecting it. "We'll see how long this one lasts. You know we'll have to replace the wheel eventually, right Cappy?"

Cappy turned their head around to look at Vanessa, staring blankly at her for a moment.

"I'll see what we can do when the time comes." Vanessa nodded. "Wheel, please."

Chester handed over Cappy's wheel. Vanessa struggled to get it back on. She swore heavily until it finally snapped into place.

With the wheel back on, Vanessa pulled Cappy back up into standing position. Cappy gave the wheel a little test. It seemed far steadier now, though they did seem to still be having a little bit of trouble with it.

"Go easy on it, alright?" Vanessa warned.

Cappy gave her a salute. They gave Chester a glare, then rolled out of the room.

"Don't worry, I'm sure they'll come around." Vanessa pat Chester on the shoulder. "Anyhoo. Let's go on break, I'm starving."

~~~

Chester ran into Sun on their way out of the daycare.

"Chester!! My friend! Where are you going?? I thought you said you had the night off tonight?" Sun asked. He rolled forwards and backwards on the balls of his feet, his long arms folded behind his back.

"I do. I'm sorry, I actually wanted to try and find Moon again tonight. We can hang out later, though," Chester signed.

Sun stalled mid-sway, nearly toppling backwards. "What?!" He quickly righted himself. "You want to- why??"

Chester explained. "I'd like to make sure he's doing okay. I kinda get the feeling he's… not supposed to be around? I mean, he isn’t out and about with the rest of you. I just want to make sure he's alright, maybe ask him some questions too. I know you're worried because I told you before that he hurt me, but now that I've figured out the issue with the employee form errors, there shouldn't be a problem."

Sun started wringing his hands together. "Friend… are you sure about this??"

"Yes." Chester gave Sun's arm a pat. "I'll be back soon. See you."

Sun heaved a mighty static-tinged sigh. "…Good luck."

Chester waved as they left the daycare. They checked their back pocket, where their paper copy of their employee profile form was safely folded away, just in case.

Their plan was to head to the security room down in the access tunnels and maybe check the cameras for some sign of Moon. They carried on past the daycare's check in counter and out into the main halls of the complex. A pair of wet floor signs turned to stare at Chester as they passed. They turned back to each other as Chester found a 'STAFF ONLY' door.

Folding their arms against the underground chill, Chester carried on through the access tunnels.

Chester paused for a moment, recalling their recent conversation with Vanessa. They looked around at the walls and the ceiling, then decided to attempt an experiment. "…Hello. I'm trying to get to the security room. If its not too much trouble, would you mind helping me out?" Chester signed to the nearest wall.

They stared at the wall for a moment, half expecting the solid concrete to reply. When they received no response, they turned back to continue down the hallway. They took two steps, then stopped again.

There was an open door a short ways down the hall. A panel on the door read 'SECURITY ROOM'. Chester couldn't be totally certain the door hadn't been there before, but they were at least almost positive there hadn't been any open doors down the hall before.

"Thank you," Chester signed, just to be safe.

Chester stepped into the security room. They eyed the darkened monitors and the dusty desk. They pulled out the rolling chair and took a seat.

When the monitors blazed to life, Chester winced at the sudden bright light. They'd been in the low light of the closed complex all night. They desperately fumbled for the display settings, quickly turning the brightness down. With that out of the way, Chester spent a good five minutes trying to figure out how to pull up any of the cameras. They realized that part of the problem was because half of the cameras seemed to be inactive. Chester remembered something about the cameras getting knocked out during one of those storms. Apparently, they hadn't been fixed yet. They couldn't recall seeing any related tasks. Maybe the cameras had to be replaced entirely? Chester had heard that replacement orders often took a while to arrive.

Lost in their thoughts, Chester didn't notice that someone else had entered the room until a voice startled them nearly out of their skin.

"Looking for something?"

Chester spun in their chair. It was Moon himself, standing by the door. He looked like he almost wanted to flee, one hand on the doorknob and posture all hunched over, his back to the wall.

"I was looking for you, actually." Chester felt the urge to stand. They weren't sure if they wanted to run themself or greet Moon. Seeing how apprehensive Moon looked, they opted to remain seated in their rolling chair.

"Why?" Moon asked.

"I've got some questions for you, remember? I hope that's alright," Chester signed.

Moon said nothing. Instead, he slowly moved a few steps into the room and sat on the ground, folding his legs. He stared up at Chester, his eyes casting a faint red glow over the curve of his pointed nose and the rounded edges of his rigid cheeks. Chester paid little mind to his unrelenting grin, having grown used to Sun's own immobile smile.

"Right. So… what do you do here in the plex?" Chester asked first.

"Right now… nothing. I'm not supposed to be out," Moon said.

"I see. Why is that?"

Moon made an odd mechanical clicking noise as he hesitated. "I want to ask you questions, too."

"Oh, alright then." Chester nodded.

"Why didn't you tell anyone that I'd hurt you?" Moon asked.

Chester instantly regretted this. They folded their hands over their middle, tapping their thumbs idly against their stomach. "I… technically, I did. I told Sun."

"That doesn't count," Moon said.

"Why not?"

"…" Moon grabbed the end of his nightcap and started to fiddle with it, gently enough to not jostle the bell at its end. "Is that your next question?"

"Do I only get a certain amount of questions?" Chester paused. "Wait. That's not a question, don't answer that."

Moon chuckled quietly.

"My next question… Why aren't you allowed to be out and about?" Chester asked.

Moon looked away for the first time, his faceplate angling down as his shoulders hunched up. "I… am… a potential security risk."

Chester considered that for a moment. "So… it's you. You're the one all the rumors are about."

Moon hunched over even farther. He pulled his legs up, hiding most of his face behind his star patterned knees. He looked incredibly small, sitting like that in the middle of the empty floor.

"I'm sorry," Moon whispered, his volume barely audible.

Chester felt an ache in their chest. They got up from the chair, wanting to go comfort Moon somehow. Once they stood they hesitated, realizing they barely knew Moon. They didn't want to make him uncomfortable. They settled for sitting on the ground a few feet away. "I don't think you meant any harm. You didn't know what you were doing. You were in pain, right?"

Moon glanced up at Chester. "Pain." Moon seemed to mull the word over, repeating the sign almost to himself, index fingers angled towards each other as his hands twisted back and forth. "It was overwhelming. Couldn't tell much beyond it."

Chester nodded.

"My turn for a question." Moon fixed his attention back on Chester, red eyes locking with theirs. "Are you scared of me?"

Chester looked at Moon. He really seemed like an entirely different bot than their first meeting. He was so quiet and folded in on himself. He seemed very small, despite his frame having several feet on Chester.

"I was at first. I'm not anymore," Chester answered honestly.

"I'm sorry I scared you. I'm sorry I hurt you." Moon sounded genuine.

Chester believed him. They were about to tell him as much when Moon carried on.

"I'm sorry about the others, too. Their employee profiles were gone, like yours. The first time, the janitor, they knew me enough to stop me with the lights, before I could do anything. The second, the night guard… I hurt them. Not as bad as I think I hurt you, but… that time was different. She realized, about the employee form being gone. She took off her name tag, agreed she was an intruder so the error would go away. She knew I'd restrain her. I… when I went to restrain her…" Moon put his hands over his face. "It was an accident. I'd only ever dealt with kids before, and not often. It wasn't enough… I didn't recalibrate correctly, overestimated… and I…" Moon's hands gripped at the edges of his faceplate. "Pulled her arm back too hard, dislocated her shoulder. I hurt her."

Chester thought about how Moon had been keeping their distance from them, and how when he'd caught them the other night from falling back into the ball pit, he hadn't even touched them, instead grabbing their tool belt. Chester recalled how they'd flinched, and how Moon had immediately shrank back and apologized.

He really didn't mean any harm. What Moon lacked was interaction, information. He didn't know his own strength, how much was too much, and he seemed deeply afraid of how much exactly 'too much' was.

Chester reached out and took one of Moon's hands, taking him by surprise. Moon froze up entirely, eyes locked on his hand.

"Thank you for the apology. It is appreciated and accepted," Chester stated.

"What. Are you doing." Moon continued to stare, not daring to move an inch.

"I'm helping you calibrate your pressure sensors so you don't have to be scared of yourself anymore," Chester explained, signing with their free hand. "Why don't you try slowly squeezing my hand, and if it starts to get too tight, I'll tap your hand like this." Chester tapped their thumb twice against the smooth plastic on the back of Moon's hand.

Moon just stared at them.

"Common, give it a try. It'll be alright," Chester assured.

"What if it isn't? What if I hurt you? What if…" Moon made a quite whining sound. His free hand slowly itched at his torso, plastic scraping softly against plastic. "Oh. I don't like this."

"Its important that you at least give it a try. Look, I'll squeeze first and you can try to copy me." Chester gave Moon's hand a light squeeze. "Super easy. You can do it."

"Don't patronize me." Moon made another whining noise. "…Are you sure about this??"

"Would I have grabbed your hand if I wasn't?" Chester countered.

Moon's other hand stilled, and for a very long moment, he was a perfect statue. Then, with one final whine, the hand in Chester's finally started to move.

Moon was inching his digits closed so painfully slow that Chester could barely feel the movement. It took him a full minute to near the pressure of the light squeeze Chester had given him. He quickly loosened his hand and pulled it away, scooting back away from Chester for good measure.

Chester almost wanted to poke fun at him, but held back. "That was great! Well done."

A blue light came on in Moon's eyes, ringing the red dots. After assuring himself that Chester's hand was unharmed, he relaxed slightly. He scrutinized Chester's expression. "…What are you smiling about??"

"Nothing. Just… it's no wonder I can't find a partner, I had no idea just holding my hand was such a pain."

Moon scoffed and folded his arms. "Yes, it's almost as painful as error messages jabbing holes in my mind."

"Would you ever want to try the exercise again?" Chester asked. "I don't mind helping you calibrate."

Moon studied Chester. He looked down at his hand, then at Chester's hand. "…Perhaps."

"Can I ask you some more questions?"

Moon got to his feet, moving slowly and carefully. "That's enough for tonight."

"Oh. Alright. Can I see you again soon?" Chester asked. They also pushed themself up to their feet, just so they didn't have to crane their neck to look at Moon.

"Perhaps," Moon said again. He headed for the door. "Goodnight."

"Night." Chester waved goodbye.

Chester turned the monitors on the desk back off before making their way back to the daycare. They thought that had gone rather well, all things considered. They'd even gotten some answers, though they still had more questions. When they got back, Sun was there waiting for them in the light of the daycare, standing in much the same spot they'd left him in.

"You weren't just waiting there the whole time, were you??" Chester asked, shutting the daycare's doors behind them and kicking their shoes off.

"…Not quite," Sun answered. "How did it go??"

"Great! He actually found me, which is good because I wasn't having much luck with the cameras." Chester told Sun about Moon's lack of experience with calibrating appropriate pressure, though they didn't tell Sun about Moon's incident with the night guard, figuring Moon probably didn't want just anyone to know about that. They told Sun how Moon had apologized for everything. "We're all cleared up now, so you don't have to worry about Moon. He's alright."

Sun sounded hopeful when he said, "Maybe you're right." Gradually, he started to move around more and more excitedly, bouncing and pacing in short little steps. His sunrays did their loading symbol thing, though it was a lot faster than normal. His excitement grew exponentially as he spoke. "Maybe everything is okay now?? If you really have fixed the problem... It really does seem like it, and that means- oh, and you're such a wonderful dear, you brilliant marvel!" Sun seemed downright giddy. He clapped his hands down on Chester's shoulders. "Chester, you're incredible! You are my favorite person."

Chester stared at him. They really didn't know what to say to that. They didn't know how they were supposed to feel, either. They sure were feeling something regardless.

Sun didn't seem to mind Chester's stunned and confused silence. He pulled them into a big hug, swinging them around. He only set them down to do a happy little dance, all his bells jingling merrily.

"Sun? What??" was all Chester could manage.

'You are my favorite person.' Sun's words kept turning around and around in Chester's head. They couldn't seem to get them to stop, though they weren't actually too upset by that.

"If you're sure, and you must be sure, and Moon didn't hurt you, so it must be-" Sun kept rambling, almost entirely to himself at this point. Fans were whirring away in his head, but he didn't seem to mind, or perhaps didn't even notice.

"You sure seem excited by all this," Chester finally signed.

"Well of course! The daycare-" Sun very abruptly froze. His fans continued to whir, but otherwise he was still as stone.

"The… daycare?" Chester prompted, confused. What did the daycare have to do with this? They considered Sun's abrupt change in attitude, how quickly he'd stilled. Was he scared about something? He usually only got especially scared about the lights being off.

The lights… and wasn't it odd that Moon was only around when the lights were off? And how he and Moon were so similar in design…

Chester hesitated to ask. They knew the topic made Sun uncomfortable, but… if they were right, then… Moon wasn't a danger anymore, and so Sun wouldn't have to be worried about it anymore. "Sun… The daycare was at risk of being shut down because of the incidents with Moon, wasn't it? That's why you had to keep the lights on."

Sun nodded slowly. He studied Chester very carefully.

Chester went on, going through their thoughts. "They had you keep the lights on to keep Moon out of the daycare. To protect the kids. They must have thought he was unpredictable. He used to work in the daycare with you, right?? That’s why your costumes and designs are so similar. Since he's not allowed out and about, they must have tried to power him down? Put him in storage? Obviously, they didn't do a very good job of it. But… yeah, with the employee profile error circumnavigated, there shouldn't be an issue anymore! He could come back to the daycare."

Sun was silent. He was hesitant about something. Chester wasn't sure what.

"…I know the lights are a touchy subject, but… there's no issue anymore, right?" Chester offered.

"…Right! Right. No issue." Sun laughed. He started to move again, this time much more subdued. "I'm just. Doing a lot of thinking right now!"

"Oh, right." Chester relaxed. "You know… I do wonder… Moon said that you two had never met before. Yet you two used to run the daycare together? Unless I've assumed incorrectly?"

"No, no, you're right. It's just… Moon would only be… around. When I wasn't," Sun explained carefully.

"Oh, so you had different shifts." Chester nodded. They had wondered how Sun managed not to wear himself out, running the daycare all day long without a break like he did. "Right, anyways. I'm planning to talk to mister Baxter about the employee form issue and how to fix it. I probably shouldn't mention Moon, since I don't want to get him in trouble… but once the issue is resolved, it should work itself out anyways, right?"

"I'm sure it will." Sun laughed again.

Chester knew Sun well enough by now to tell that something was still bothering him. "Is everything alright, Sun?"

Sun spun his faceplate at Chester. "Sure is!! Everything is just fine, Chester, my friend, my good pal, my close compadre. I just have a lot to process! Oh boy, it's a lot. Whew! I bet you can hear my fans whirring." Sun laughed again. He put a hand to the back of his head, as if he could feel the air being expelled by the fans in question.

Chester could indeed hear the fans. "Right. Did you still want to hang out tonight? If you need some time, that's alright too, I don't mind."

"You're very sweet, Chester. I… do think I would actually like some time to… process," Sun said. "But we can hang out tomorrow night, right?? Is that alright?"

"Yes, of course." Chester gave Sun a thumbs up. "You can have the room, if you want some privacy, I'll just be down here doing some reading."

True to their word, Chester grabbed their photocopy books and left Sun to himself in the tower room. They settled down at one of the plastic kiddie tables and shuffled through their haphazardly organized pile of papers.

That was odd… they could have sworn they'd made a copy of the daycare attendant book. They'd been meaning to read that one for a while now. It wasn't here in the stack… maybe they hadn't printed it after all? Chester decided to blame this on the concussion, and settled for going over the wiring booklet again. They glanced up at the tower as they settled in, wondering briefly if Sun was doing alright.

Sun, meanwhile, was very much not doing alright.

"You didn't tell them."

Moon's voice filled Sun's mind. He was accessing his voice files in their voice box, but he didn't currently have access to the speaker. The words stayed in their shared mind, where Sun could interpret what Moon was saying regardless of whether or not he could audibly hear the words.

"I couldn't!" Sun paced back and forth across the room. There was space enough for him to do so now, he noticed. A lot of the trash was gone, and Chester had cleaned and neatly stacked the extra supplies at some point. Sun's fans were whirring at full force again.

"Why?"

"Because if they knew I lied to them, if they knew I was keeping secrets from them, they might be mad at me. I don't want them to be mad at me," Sun explained, gesturing with his hands even though he knew Moon couldn't see.

"It's not like they aren't keeping secrets from us."

"That's different, Moon."

"Is it?"

"They have a very good reason, I'm sure," Sun stated, punctuating this by folding his arms.

"What will you do when the lights go back to normal?"

"I will simply refrain from being in view when we switch."

"Sun."

Sun sighed. "I know." He put his face in his hands. "Just give me some time to figure this out. Please? You can't tell them. Okay?"

"I haven't told them yet, have I?"

"I know you haven't. Thank you." Sun folded his hands together. He scuffed his shoe over the ground a few times, just to hear the bell jingle. "Thank you, Moon. For having my back still."

"I am your back."

Sun folded his arms. "You know what I mean!"

"Wouldn't do to be your own enemy, now would it?" Moon hummed about that for a moment before continuing. "Yes, it is… it is something. Keeping this particular secret for you."

Sun's hands started to wring together.

"You're lucky I find the whole thing deeply amusing."

"Moon, I'm sorry. I haven’t been very nice to you. When they said they might have to close the daycare, I-"

"I know, Sun. you've apologized several times now." Moon's voice was patient.

"Sorry."

Moon sighed. "I'm glad we're talking again, at least."

"Yeah. Me too." Sun's faceplate spun. "Maybe… we could even go back to seeing, as well?"

"Perhaps."

Sun paused for a moment. He didn't focus so much as he unfocused. It wasn't difficult, at least not usually, to keep that particular code from running, but he still felt the odd little relief of regaining some processing power as the code ran freely.

"…I see you've cleaned."

"This was all Chester." Sun did a full turn, swiveling his faceplate all around the room.

"Why do you think they need to stay here? Of all places?" Moon wondered.

"Humans need to pay for things they need, like houses. Maybe they don't have enough money," Sun offered.

"They work here. They make just as much money as the other technicians. None of the other technicians are lacking in funds to such a degree that they need to secretly sleep in a daycare."

"Maybe they spent all their money?" Sun folded his arms again. "Whatever the case, I'm sure it's a very good reason, and they'll tell us when they're ready, and everything will make sense."

"Right…"

~~~

There was one high priority task waiting for Chester as they punched their number into the clock-in box. Animatronic repair. They couldn't put that one off- one of the bots was likely already waiting for them in parts and service. Chester wasted no time. They stuck their faz-phone in its little pocket on their tool belt and turned to the door.

"I'm heading to parts and service proper, would it be any trouble to help me get there quickly?" Chester asked the walls.

They left the employee stock room. Right down the hall were the large double doors, bold print lettering over the doors reading 'PARTS AND SERVICE'.

"Thank you very much," Chester signed. They quickly made their way down the hall.

Monty was waiting for them, his arms folded as he paced around the room. He paused when he saw Chester enter the room.

"Hey, runt."

"Hello Monty." Chester was already scrutinizing Monty for damage, trying to bring to mind the diagrams of him they'd studied. They pulled the task details up on their faz-phone, but since the task hadn't been written up by Lance or Rosa, the detail box was empty. "What can I do to help?"

Monty scuffed a foot over the tile floor. "Ahh, it's nothing. Forget it." He turned and started towards the back exit before Chester could reply. He made it two steps before his left shoulder collided with a metal shelf, the force of the impact sending several smaller parts to the floor. Monty winced and quickly started picking up the scattered parts, which looked to be spare thin support beams that lined the inner frames of the staff bots.

Chester approached, reaching Monty's side just as he finished gathering all the parts off the floor. They realized they'd seen Monty bump into several things these past few days, mostly doorways. Chester also realized it was usually his left shoulder hitting these doorways.

"It seems like one or two of your proximity sensors is busted. It shouldn't be too difficult a fix, if that's the case. Would you mind if I ran a scan and took a look?" Chester asked.

Monty huffed. He looked down at his handful of small parts, then set them on a random shelf, amidst a few other staff bot parts. He sighed. "Fine. Just make it snappy, alright?"

Chester gave him a thumbs up. They quickly went to the computer by the cylindrical repair machine and powered it on. They found the diagnostic scan option from the menu, then glanced up at Monty, who was scowling at the machine, standing just in front of the doorway.

"You don't have to be on the table, if you don't want. You only have to be in the chamber for the scan to run," Chester told him.

Monty relaxed significantly at this. He cautiously stepped inside, putting a hand on the doorway as he did so he wouldn't bump the frame. Chester ran the scan after plugging their technician number into the computer just as they had before when they'd fixed Freddy's arm.

The computer finished its scan, displaying a load of technical jargon Chester didn't have the first clue how to decipher. Their faz-phone helpfully listed the replacement parts they would need. They'd been right- there were three sensors that needed replacing. According to the map, the sensors were down the hall in a smaller storage closet.

"I'll be right back, just need to grab the replacement parts. You can come out of the chamber now, if you want," Chester informed Monty.

When Chester returned with the sensors in hand, Monty was standing outside of the repair chamber, eying it disdainfully.

"How long is this gonna take?" Monty asked.

"Shouldn't take too long, I just need to find and replace the busted sensors with these new ones." Chester showed Monty the sensors they'd grabbed. They paused and looked around. They needed a surface and ideally a chair. Their eyes landed on the table housing the repair chamber's computer and the chair pushed under it. "Would you mind sitting over here?"

"Do I have to sit?" Monty asked. "It's hard to sit down and stand up."

Ah, that's right. While the glamrocks had considerably good mobility, they hadn't been designed with the balance required for sitting down and standing up in mind. Chester considered their options for a moment, then decided to climb up on the table and sit there themself. That way they could reach everything they needed to and Monty wouldn't have to sit.

Pleased with this, Monty stood himself in front of Chester so they could get at his outer shell. Chester set the sensors on the table next to them, got out their tools, and got to work removing Monty's front left chest plate, figuring that was a smart place to start looking for busted sensors, since it was his left side that kept bumping into things.

Monty watched Chester take off the metal plate and set it aside. "Thanks for doing this, runt. It's very rock n' roll of you."

"Of course. It's my job, after all." Chester focused on locating the line of small sensors along the outer edge of the exposed metal frame. A lot of the diagrams didn't include wires or any upgraded hardware, so it took them a moment to navigate Monty's inner workings.

"Right. But you're a lot better about it than the other techs," Monty said. "For starters you're fixing me up by hand instead of strapping me down to the machine. That thing gets the job done, sure, but it's… a little rough." Monty scratched at the back of his head.

Chester cast a glance at the repair chamber. The complex array of machinery fixed to the ceiling, hanging over the metal table inside, was admittedly very spooky. Besides, Chester didn't really know how to work the computer anyways.

Monty went on. "Freddy says you did the same for him. And that was during the day, when you techs are busiest. So I figured… you know. Maybe I should get checked out. The busted sensors have been bothering me for a while now, so… what I'm trying to say is thanks."

"Don't thank me yet, I have to remove the busted sensors first." Chester offered Monty the most apologetic look they could muster. "It looks like I need to disconnect the wires from each. I'll try to be fast."

Monty groaned, but nodded. "I guess it's too late to turn back now. Alright, lets do this."

Chester focused on the first sensor. Comparing it to one of the replacement sensors, it was clear the thing was busted, crushed between the frame and the backside of the chest plate. Most likely, Monty had just bumped into something a little too hard in just the right place and damaged it.

"Should I count down or just do it?" Chester asked.

"Count down," Monty said.

Chester cleared their throat. They counted down out loud, needing both their hands for the task. They severed the small wires from the sensor. Monty grunted, but didn't move. Chester set the damaged sensor aside and quickly set the replacement in place. Setting it in place along the frame was easy, but reconnecting those tiny wires was more difficult. Monty remained as still as a statue the whole time, and Chester did their best to work quickly and not make any mistakes. They double checked they'd connected everything properly and sat back, letting out a small breath of air.

"Only two left," Chester signed.

"Great," Monty muttered. "…That actually wasn't as bad as I was expecting. The others think reconnecting is the worst part, but disconnecting has always been the worst for me. Can you count down again for the next one? I think that helped."

"Of course." Chester found the second busted sensor easily, as it was right above the first.

Chester counted down once more, then quickly disconnected the second sensor. Monty's hands snapped shut into tight fists. He was still as Chester connected the replacement sensor.

"One left, then we're done. Ready?" Chester asked. They'd found the third and final sensor around Monty's shoulder, this one likely busted as he kept bumping into things from the first two being busted.

Monty grunted and nodded. Chester counted down one last time, then severed the last sensor. Monty kicked the stool, sending it clattering across the room. Chester made quick work of re-wiring the last replacement sensor, having learned quickly from the first two. Finally, they checked everything over before sitting back with a satisfied nod.

"There, all done! Are you feeling alright?" Chester asked, grabbing the chest plate.

"Yeah, that wasn't bad! You're pretty good at this, runt." Monty relaxed significantly, now that the worst was over with. "Don't be surprised if you suddenly start getting all the bot repairs."

Chester laughed nervously. "I can't be the only tech who's careful with you guys."

"Vanessa's pretty great, too. Everyone likes her. And Lance is alright, he's really cautious and listens well. Rosa is careful most of the time but she gets impatient. The others are always in a rush and aren't careful. But since you're always on the night shift, you don't have to rush around," Monty explained.

"Well, don't take this the wrong way, but do try not to see me too often." Chester finished screwing the chest plate back in place. They gave it a pat and hopped down off the table. "You're all set."

Monty grinned and clapped Chester on the shoulder. "Thanks a million, rockstar! Hey, let's play another round of golf soon, alright? A shorter round, this time."

Chester smiled. "You bet."

Monty left parts and service, getting through the doorway without issue.

Chester made it through the rest of their shift with ease. Their task list was much shorter tonight, and they managed to get through every task on the list for the first time since they started working here. They clocked out for the night with a strange sense of satisfaction.

They didn't head straight for the daycare, instead making their way back to parts and service proper. They went over the shelf Monty had bumped into, collecting a few spare staff bot parts. Parts in hand, they made their way back up to the main building and headed for the daycare.

Chester passed through rockstar row on their way. They didn't come through here often, since the glamrocks seemed to congregate here often outside their rooms. But Chester didn't need to avoid them anymore, they'd all seen their employee profile form.

Freddy, Roxy, and Chica all turned to greet Chester as they approached.

"Hello there, Chester! Working hard?" Freddy asked.

"Always," Chester replied.

"Hey, good job with repairing my race car, by the way. I won the next race with it after you fixed it," Roxy commended. "I mean… I would have won anyways. But that race was especially easy for me. Car handled like a dream."

"That's good, I'm glad it worked out." Chester recalled fixing the bumper car what felt like ages ago now. That had been one of their very first tasks.

"You're probably headed home for the night, huh?" Chica asked. "You work tomorrow, right?"

"I do, yeah. I have another night shift scheduled," Chester replied.

"Okay, good! I hadn't seen you around for a while so I was wondering if you'd gone back to the day shift." Chica winked conspiratorially. Freddy and Roxy both gave her weird looks, but she went on before they could say anything. "It's been a long time since we've had a night shift worker around. But you're so quiet we hardly notice you!"

"Do not be afraid to stop and chat with any of us, superstar. We are all glad to have you here," Freddy said, smiling kindly at Chester.

"Thank you. I appreciate that." Chester tried not to think about how they would all be less glad about Chester's being here if they knew what had brought them here in the first place. "I'd better get going. Have a good night."

The three bots wished Chester a good night. Chester carried on, reaching the daycare at last.

Sun was waiting for them by the doors. "Hellooo Chester my dear!! Watcha got there?"

"These are the last parts I need to finish fixing up that staff bot in your room," Chester told him as they stepped out of their shoes. "I'm nearly finished. I might even be done before the plex opens for the day."

"Oh really?? That's… that's good! That's for the best." Sun nodded. "Can I keep you company while you work?"

"Sure, if you like. I wouldn't mind." Chester smiled. They lead the way through the daycare and up the spiral steps, Sun just a step behind.

Chester pulled over the mid-repair staff bot and settled into their cozy corner. It was quite comfortable these days; Sun kept adding pillows and blankets discretely when Chester wasn't around. At this point they'd amassed a small mountain of pillows and blankets. "So… I've been meaning to ask you. Why do you have a broken down staff bot up here?"

Sun sat down against the wall, crossing his long legs. "Well… ah." His fingers tapped rapidly along his legs.

"You don't have to say if you don't want to," Chester assured. They referenced the diagrams they'd copied and printed from one of the books in the employee stock room before getting started.

"That's very kind of you." Sun swayed idly from side to side for a moment. "It was my fault. I did that to the poor staff bot."

Chester nearly dropped their screwdriver. They looked up, surprised. "You did this??" The staff bot had been in complete and total shambles when they'd started working, practically ripped apart by every joint. A lot of the casing had taken serious damage and had needed to be replaced.

Sun turned his faceplate away, hunching his shoulders. His rays retracted halfway into his head. "They wandered into the daycare and were tracking all sorts of contaminants in! This was months ago, before they all had predefined patrol paths. And I'd just finished the end of day cleaning, and…" Sun's hands started to wring together, plastic casing scraping together uncomfortably as he ground and pulled his fingers and palms together.

"I didn't even realize I'd… done that. Until after it was done. I was… scared that I'd get in trouble, so I hid them here in my room." Sun started to ramble, speaking in one fluid uninterrupted rush without the need for a break for air. "I regret it a lot! I was just so overwhelmed in the moment and it happened really fast and then I felt so, so bad, like something had been rewired wrong even though the system scan came back normal. And then I had to hide them because if someone found out and I got in trouble, what would the kids think?? I always tell them, its so, so important to be kind even when other people aren’t kind to you. You should care about others because everyone is worth caring about! That’s very, very important to me. Even if it wasn’t in my programming, I know its important, and it’s especially important for the kids to know so they can be kind to one another and grow up into kind people. So many of them look up to me and I want to be the best role model I can be for them! So that’s why I hid the staff bot and didn’t tell anyone. But then I felt so bad because the bot was broken and I didn’t know how to fix them and I thought, well, the poor staff bot should be fixed, it shouldn’t have to be broken forever. And I wanted to apologize and try to make things better. But I still couldn’t tell anyone! And for a long time I just didn’t know what to do. And then you came and started fixing them!! So that’s… that’s good, thank you. Are you… mad?”

Chester had stopped working to give Sun their full attention, listening patiently as Sun laid everything out to them. “No, I’m not mad,” they signed. “Thank you for telling me.”

Sun relaxed slightly. “I think I should have told someone so they could fix the staff bot. I should have told someone what I did. I think I eventually would have, if you hadn’t started to fix the staff bot.”

Chester nodded. They turned a metal bolt over in their hands. They considered Sun for a moment before setting the bolt down to sign. “You’re probably right. But there’s no need now, and you can apologize as soon as I’m done.”

“I will!” Sun nodded. “Are you sure you’re not mad at me??”

“I’m sure. I’m not mad. I understand where you’re coming from. I’m not sure exactly how aware the staff bots are, but I do think it’s a good idea for you to say you’re sorry. Can’t hurt, right?” Chester focused back on their repairs. They signed one handed to Sun. “I think it’s great that you care so much about the kids. If it wasn’t clear from listening to you play with them and talk with them during the day, it is now. They’re in good hands.”

Sun straightened up, his rays all popping out at once. “Really?? You really think so?!”

Chester nodded. “I do.”

Sun leaned over and hugged Chester. He quickly let them go and proceeded to bounce happily. His rays kept popping in and out and he was vibrating hard enough to rattle his casing. “Thank you!! Thank you thank you, that means a lot to me.”

Chester smiled. He’s so cute. They watched Sun for a moment, then, with a start, realized they were staring and quickly hunkered back over the staff bot.

The staff bot was finished before opening, just as Chester had thought. With Sun's help, they moved the bot down the stairs and into the daycare (after Sun had properly disinfected them, of course).

"Alright, let's hope this actually works." Chester held their breath, then activated the staff bot.

There was a quiet whirring sound, and then the staff bot slowly fixed themself into neutral position. The lights in their eyes came on. A moment later, they looked around, posture relaxing. They studied Chester, who was standing directly before them.

"Hello. Are you experiencing any system errors?" Chester asked. Most of the internal things, processors and memory chips and disks were all in tact, and all of the work they'd done had been hardware related, so they hoped there weren't any problems that they couldn't easily fix, if at all. They'd been as meticulous as they could have been in their repairs, taking their time and doing things right.

The bot registered the request, ran a quick scan, then shook their head. Then they spotted Sun, standing a few paces behind Chester and shifting anxiously from foot to foot. From prior calculations, they understood that remaining in close proximity to the daycare attendant was extremely likely to result in total system failure. They did not want to experience total system failure a second time. They quickly turned and wheeled themself away, then stopped and looked around. They seemed unsure of where to go.

"Oh no," Sun said. He sat himself down on the ground, folding in on himself and trying to make himself smaller. He reminded Chester of Moon, sitting like that.

Chester approached the bot, getting in their line of sight before signing. "It's alright, Sun won't hurt you."

The bot stared blankly at Chester. They turned and looked around again, finally spotting the door.

"Listen, you don't have to stay here, but would you mind at least letting Sun apologize? I'll be right here, so you don't have to worry about anything going wrong," Chester offered. "Please stay?"

The staff bot stared at Chester. Their head turned slowly to Sun, who gave them a very small wave. The bot turned back to Chester. The technician was requesting them to stay, but they had previously calculated that close proximity to the daycare attendant would lead to high chance of total system failure. They ran the calculation again. The percentage came back lower this time. The daycare attendant was currently in proximity, but the bot was not experiencing system failure. They ran the calculation again. Finally, they nodded.

Sun happily sprang back to his feet, causing the bot to quickly wheel themself behind Chester. They latched onto Chester's arm with a hand.

"Oh no, I'm sorry, I'll stay right here." Sun quickly sat back down. "I'm very, very sorry for hurting you. I promise I'll never do it again. If there's anything I can do to make it up to you, please let me know and I'll do it! I'm sorry again."

The staff bot eased out from behind Chester, though they didn't release their hold on Chester's arm. They studied Sun for a long moment, then finally nodded.

Chester breathed a sigh of relief. Sun relaxed, his shoulders slumping.

"Alright. Now if you don't mind, I can walk you to parts and service. You've been deactivated for a while, I'm sure you have a lot of updates to catch up on," Chester signed.

The staff bot registered several words this time. The request to be taken to parts and service, the needed system updates pinging repeatedly. The technician was much easier to understand this time. The bot complied easily, turning towards the door and starting to roll along, keeping a hold on Chester's arm.

"I'll be back soon," Chester called to Sun. They left the daycare with the bot.

Chester felt a little like a proper gentleman escorting a fine lady, what with how the staff bot was holding their arm. They didn't mind this, leading the bot in comfortable silence towards the nearest door to the access tunnels.

They ran into Cappy before they could reach the door. Cappy stopped mid-mop and stared at the pair.

The bot at Chester's arm stopped in their tracks as well. They recognized Cappy's manufacturing number. Memory files were pulled and studied in quick succession, quick recollections of many long nights spent patrolling in close proximity to the custodian bot, even if there was no mess to clean, even if there were other security bots already patrolling the area.

Cappy and the newly repaired staff bot rolled towards each other. They locked their hands together. Cappy studied the other bot, then turned to look at Chester, who watched on in mild confusion.

"Is this… your friend?" Chester asked.

The bots just looked at each other.

Chester shrugged. "Well, if you want to join us Cappy, you're more than welcome to. We were on our way to parts and service to get your friend some system updates."

Cappy nodded. Chester lead the way, the two bots rolling along hand in hand behind them. They remained hand in hand the whole rest of the night. Once the update downloads were complete, Chester helped equip the staff bot with the security tags. They grabbed a security hat from the uniform closet as well, situating it on the staff bot's head.

"There, now you two match." Chester gave the bot a pat. "You're good to go."

The two bots looked at each other. Cappy looked at Chester, then gave them a small nod. Together, the two bots left parts and service hand in hand.

After watching them depart, Chester powered the computer back down and made their own way out of parts and service. They thought about Cappy and their security bot friend as they headed back towards the daycare. Chester was glad to have been able to reunite the two. As morning came and the plex opened for business, Chester settled down to sleep, their thoughts full of robot sentience and staff bot diagrams.

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the-silver-peahen-residence · 2 years

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Who cares if your tired?? You seem fine. You said you would get to replies so do it. Ic your able to do something then do it. Your suppose to keep us entertained right?

((Anon sweetie..I care. I do my best to get to replies and get to everything I get but depending on how I feel I end up holding off the posts or replies before taking a break then continuing.

Now, please listen to me. I may seem fine but I'm honestly tired but here is why:

~Tired from my job since I work full time hours or end up having to stay due to someone either calling out or helping to get things back to normal. I work in the deli where I have to help/serve customers, cook chicken or other things, make platters, cold production to put out, salads, platters, etc. Working in the department is a quick pace sort of thing like you can't fall behind or you'll end up slowing your department. I have gone through this for two years but I also worked in other places so...yeah.

~and because of this, I only get one day off through the week. Two sometimes but it's mostly one day a week. This week I have two days off and I take that time to rest up from work. Or as I said, come here to relax.

~I'm either really tired or sore due to my job but I try my hardest to do what I can then get off. Even if I'm exhausted from work, I'm happy being home so I can relax and come here for a while.

~Because of the hours and work, I do end up dozing off due to it but snap awake only see the time. I try not to force myself to stay up when I either am too tired or I'll end up messing up something. So, I just get off with a apology to my followers or anons that worry but at least I get to the things I miss the next day after work or on a off day.

~I'm helping my mother with my father who has final stage kidney failure. He always need someone to help him or do something. He can do things true but he either calls me, my mom, or my brother to help him. That means I get up and walk even if I'm tired from work to help him.

~I do use pain medicine for it or soak in hot water to help which it do but sometimes I end up sleeping but it's rare. Or using a heating pad to help as well. So don't assume I'm ignoring anyone. I'm trying to either help my family, myself, or something to help me relax.

Now, I will say this; I'm not here to entertain you like some robot. No one is a robot to keep someone or others that are like you entertained. I'm a human being. Someone that's behind the screen with emotions and feelings. I'm not a machine that can't feel things like that. I'm not here to keep you entertained like some show dog or something. I'm here because I wish to see my friends online, see how their doing, and always wish them to be safe.

So, to finish up. Please understand I do care but I'm trying to take care of myself and not over do it to a point where I might do something to hurt myself from exhaustion or worse. I'm not trying to end up in the hospital or stress out due to anons like you trying to say I'm rude or here to entertain you.

You really should be more respectful to people here dear because this behavior won't get you far. I'm done talking but I'm going to get to replies now. I hope you have a good evening but I hope you think about your words before you end up saying the wrong thing dear.))

Silver butterfly mun/Peahen mom

#OOC #scattered silver rose petals #ask answered #mun answered #silver butterfly mun #peahen mom #the mansion owner #anon

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sdr2lovemail · 2 years

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Is it okay to ask for continuations of requests that aren’t yours? (I’ll come off anon to prove I’m not the same person but I just really like the idea) Bc if so, gn!Technician reader housing the animatronics for a while was such a good concept and kinda comforting in a way??

Anyway I wanted to request the reader being sick either from exhaustion or just regularly sick and their new found family cares for them. Mostly self indulgent as I get over being sick myself. Thank you!

Hello Anon! I'm sorry to hear you're sick, I hope you feel better soon! And yes, you could ask for continuations even if you aren't the original asker. I'm so happy you guys enjoy this silly story I wrote.

In my last fic, I don't feel I put Sun's full personality there. With this one I think I did a better job. I'm also hoping to incorporate Moon into one of these stories. I just haven't figured out a storyline yet.

I hope you enjoy your request Anon!

The animatronics are the world’s okayest technician babysitters!

“Are you okay Superstar? You seem to be coughing quite a bit.” Freddy gives you a worried glance.

It was soon before the Glamrocks had to head to the Pizza Plex. In just a few days, you would be able to have peace in your house again. With all of the robotic mishaps going on, you almost forgot the reason they came here.

Seated in your workstation, Freddy sits patiently as you look in his chest cavity. You’ve already taken a look at Roxy and Monty. Then after Freddy, it’ll be Chica, and finally Sun and Moon’s turn. You decided to save them for last as he didn’t need much maintenance. You look up at the bear, filled with an odd warmth. He kinda reminded you of a dad.

“Oh, I’m fine Freddy. It might just be my allergies. Changing seasons and all that.” You close up his chest and stretch out your back. “I’ll just finish you guys up and head to bed. Sleep off whatever’s going on.”

You did not sleep it off.

Waking up was a chore, bleary eyes and a throbbing head kept you down. Maybe you could just lay down again. Sleep just for a little longer.

A stream of light seeps into the room. Cracking open your tired eyes, there stands Gregory in the doorway. He has his body halfway through the door. Seeing you still in bed, he speaks in a hushed tone.

“Good morning. I know it’s kinda early…but I was wondering if we could have breakfast together.” Gregory whispers. His words getting lost in a foggy void.

“Huh? Oh Gregory, hi. Yeah…I can make us some food. Just…Just give me a minute to get up.” He gives you a small nod, leaving the door ajar to let some light in.

It takes 30 minutes to get up and dressed. On shaky legs, you unsteadily make your way to the kitchen. Chica, Sun, and Gregory are there. You can’t seem to find the others. Sun perks up once they hear your footsteps. He does a full 180 in the chair. Bent in a contorted fashion, he starts to give you a cheery greeting.

“He~ello! Good to see you up and- AUGH! Why do you look like that?! It looks like you haven’t had sleepy time in AGES!” Sun practically falls from their chair and clambers up to you. Gripping your shoulders, he brings his face close to yours. Their erratic movement was making your headache worse. “Maybe you got hurt? Oh, that would be bad bad bad! We should bring you to a medical station. DO you have a medical station? We should bring you to it.”

“We don’t have a medical area Sun…I don’t think any house would.” You say before breaking into a quick coughing fit. “I’ll be fine. I’m just a little sick. I’ll just take some medicine or something.” You pull away from his hold to walk to the fridge. You had promised Gregory breakfast after all. You were about to grab the handle before you were picked up off the ground.

Pressed against their metallic chest, Sun begins to sway you side to side. Similar to a parent rocking their baby, yet more fast and jittery. “OH NO! If there’s no medical station, how will you get better?! Will you DIE?!”

“I know! Humans get lots of rest and it makes them feel better. I guess it’s like recharging.” Chica’s voice calls, muffled from her mouth being stuffed. It looks like she’s eating a frozen pizza. Box and all. You’re so tired you can’t even scold her.

“Rest! Right! They just need to recharge!” And with that, Sun bolts away to your room. He tucks you into the bed tightly. Fluffing your pillows and giving you the commemorative, three-foot Roxy plush you got instead of a raise. “Sweet dreams, Sunshine.” They flick on your lamp and close the curtains before scrambling out of the room.

Back in the kitchen, Gregory has just brought the rest of the animatronics up to date with your condition. Despite having such an advanced AI, none of them know what human sickness entails. Freddy lets out a sad sigh.

“I knew something was off. Gregory is there anything we could do to help them?”

“It would be so lame of them to be stuck in bed for the rest of our stay!” Monty chimes in.

“Will they DIE?! I would be SO SO sad if my favorite techie died!” Sun dramatically brings their hands to their face.

“Uh well, no they won’t. Usually, when we’re sick we eat soup. But, I’m sure you guys don’t know how to cook. I could just go out and get some…Hope they don’t mind me borrowing their card.” Gregory explained.

“What? PSH! How hard could cooking be? I’m sure I could pick it up real easy.” Roxy picks up a used pot from the sink. “You just need one of these…and uh…it makes soup!” The rest of the animatronics cheer in agreement. Walking to different parts of the kitchen, they fail to notice Gregory walking out the front door.

“Okay, I grabbed everything that I think goes in a soup. I’ve seen them cook at least twice so I believe I know what I’m doing.” Chica didn’t know what she was doing. In her arms were random condiments and other ingredients that wouldn’t be found in a soup. Seconds after she set them onto the counter, Sun begins to organize them by size.

“Ah yes, I’ve seen them put this in their food.” Freddy pulls out a bottle of black pepper. He goes to pour some in the pot of water before it’s ripped out his hands.

“Why should you get to do it, Fazbear?” Monty guards the pepper. “You don’t get to do everything just because you’re the lead singer.”

“Monty, please, this isn’t the time for this.” Freddy tries to grab the bottle but Monty jerks it away. Doing so, the bottle slips out of Monty’s hand and onto the floor, spilling pepper everywhere.

“AH! Oh NO! What a mess! Must clean, clean!” Dropping down to his knees, Sun begins scooping up pepper with their hands.

Not seeing the daycare attendant on the ground, Chica trips and falls over. The stuff in her arms fell and spilled onto the ground, sending Sun into another frenzy.

“Ugh! Look what you did, Fazbear!.”

“I am truly sorry, Monty. I didn’t mean to cause this.”

“Hmmm, If I turn the fire all the way up it’ll cook faster! Such a genius as always Roxy!” She reaches her hand and cranks the burner to high heat.

The kitchen dives into further chaos as time goes on. The animatronics keep dropping things, with Sun trying to clean between them. The pot has begun boiling over and spilling onto the floor. Monty and Roxy are fighting about something. Chica is eating random food scraps. And Freddy is just trying to fix everything.

The noise suddenly comes to a halt as Gregory walks through the front door. He pauses when he sees the mess of the kitchen. Setting his shopping bag onto the counter, Gregory walks over to shut the burner off. Pinching his nose bridge, he lets out a sign.

“Can…Can you guys just go to the living room? I need to heat this up.” Out of the bag, he pulls out a takeout bowl of soup.

Shuffling out with their tails between their legs, literally and metaphorically, the animatronics slink into the living room. Stepping over trash and other unidentifiable stains, Gregory heats up your soup and brings it to your room. He knocks on the door before entering.

“I went out to get you some soup. I had to borrow your card to buy it, I’m sorry. And the animatronics kiiiinda destroyed your kitchen. But don’t worry I’ll make sure they clean it up. You just need to focus on getting better.” He then sets the bowl of soup in your lap.

You drank some of the soup, the warm liquid instantly soothing your scratchy throat. “Thank you, Gregory. I really appreciate this. I’m sorry about not eating breakfast with you. When I’m feeling better I’ll make you anything you like.” You were interrupted by a cough. “You should go on now, I don’t need you getting sick too.” You patted him on the head before gently shoving him towards your door.

With a nod, Gregory walks out and gently shuts your door. Now with that done, he had some singing robots to scold

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rendevousz · 3 years

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freak

avengers x teen!fem!reader

summary: you get captured during a mission and the team saves you.

warnings: language, violence, brief misogyny, torture, **NO sexual assault (because as i was proofreading, i only implied most of the torture scenes because i didn't want to write it in graphic detail and i realised the vague wordings might be misinterpreted as sexual assault which IT IS NOT, just clearing it up), and also again, my inability to write good endings

word count: 4589

notes: i just rewatched iron man 2 so that explains justin hammer LMAO also ooc justin hammer because even tho mans evil, he gets extremely um.. cruel here but anyways i hope you enjoy this!!

you were 13 when you first met the avengers and 16 when you officially joined. you grew up as one of HYDRA's experimented children and the team had found you when they raided the base that you were in.

a small, sickly-looking kid you were, sat against your cell wall, hugging your knees. 13 but you could probably pass off as a 10 year old due to how malnourished and miserable you were. burying your head in between your knees, you covered your ears as the loud gunshot noises filled the whole place. the metal door of your cell slamming open against the wall had you whimpering, hands above your head in fear.

every time the door slammed open, guards would come drag you out for more experiments so it was an instinct for you to cower in fear at the sound.

"last room in the west hall, i found a little girl."

you heard nothing because you were covering your ears, preparing yourself to be forcefully dragged by the guards to the experiment room. but it never came.

"hey," a soft voice called. you were violently shaking at this point, breathing heavily as you tried to calm down. "hey, it's okay." the voice called out again and you felt them touch your shoulders.

your head immediately jolted up, flinching away from the stranger's touch. your eyes met a blue pair as you backed away into the corner in fear. "i'm sorry! i'm sorry, i didn't mean to." the man apologised. you slowly looked up at him, observing him. he had on a full black outfit, a quiver of arrows slinging on his shoulder and he was holding onto a bow.

"don't be scared. i'm here to help," he states with his hands out, as if to calm you down. "that's what they all say." you hissed through gritted teeth and a tear-stained face, glaring at him even though that could've been a very wrong move had it been with an actual HYDRA guard.

despite the strange feeling of being safe around this man, you didn't let your guard down. that's exactly what those scientists said seven years ago. trusting kind-looking men got you into this hell you never thought you would ever escape from and you weren't going to make the same mistake again.

"clint," a red-headed female, also in all black, entered through the open door of your cell with her pistol up. at the sight of the weapon, you broke your glare towards the man. your breathing quickened and you went back to your original position before the archer came; body pressed up against your knees and covering your ears with your palms.

"i'm sorry! i'm sorry! i'll come! please don't use that on me again," you whimpered, voice muffled as your face was hidden against your knees. the woman freezes mid-walk, looking at her friend with a bewildered expression.

"nat! put that away!" clint whispered harshly, eyes glaring at the pistol in nat's hands. nat's jaw dropped in realisation, a small gasp leaving her lips as she immediately put away her weapon.

she slowly makes her way to you and clint puts his arm out before she could get closer. he looks at her with a worried expression as he shook his head, as if telling her that she can't get too close to you. nat nods understandingly, crouching down a distance from you.

"hey," she spoke softly. "i promise you that we're not here to hurt you." you kept your face hidden from her, still hugging your legs tightly. nat sighs before sitting down.

"here, let's introduce ourselves. i'm nat and this right here is clint." you hear her speak and when you slowly lifted up your head, you saw the both of them sitting down in front of you, seeming to have made themselves at home in your pathetic cell. "what's your name?"

name? you had never been able to use your name before. you always kept your own name deep in your heart despite no one ever using it, afraid you would forget it if you stopped thinking of it. the only name they ever called you here was 'number five'.

"y/n," you whispered, still doubtful about these people's intentions. you almost burst out crying when you said your name out loud. that was the first time you introduced yourself with your actual name and not the number you were given ever since you were captured.

nat must have noticed this because she immediately spoke up, trying to distract you from your consuming thoughts. "y/n...that's a pretty name for a pretty girl like you. how old are you, y/n?" she asks again.

you contemplated once more but decided it was fine. you knew you were probably going to regret trusting these two strangers but what could be worse than what HYDRA has been doing to you for years?

"13," you muttered, looking down at your lap. you were now timidly seated cross-legged, playing with the tattered hem of your shorts. you heard a small gasp from one of them and looked up to see clint with his jaw dropped.

the two adults were both thinking of the same thing. how could you be 13? you were so small and sickly-looking, they didn't even think you were older than ten, let alone an early teen.

"i know you're scared and you have all the reasons in the world to be, but i promise you, we're here to help. we'll get you out of here, only if you trust us. will you trust us?" nat says. your mind was conflicted. you were either going to finally get out of this hellhole or you were going to be taken somewhere even worse than here. but could anywhere really be worse than here?

you decided to take a leap of faith and trust these two strangers. that decision had to have been the best decision you've ever made in your life.

you were now 18, an official avenger and you had the most amazing family you could've ever asked for. they were a bit on the crazier side but could you really have a normal family when said family consisted of superheroes? but you weren't complaining. you loved these people.

they were the ones who took care of you when you thought you had no one. having been a HYDRA experiment, you had abilities the normal human didn't. said ability being shapeshifting and healing. that's why you became an avenger. your shapeshifting ability was essential during missions where you had to sneak in and you being able to heal others was crucial when medic wasn't able to be there on time.

you pretty much came along to every mission despite the adults saying you don't have to. you knew they were only doing that to protect you from dangers of all those missions but how could you not when you had such abilities? they'd be much better with you helping.

that was why you were here, in bulgaria, fighting alongside the team. well, just steve, nat, clint, bucky and tony.

justin hammer had managed to get his hands on a type of out-of-this-planet weapon that tony was also trying to retrieve, and he had big plans with it. hence why the avengers had to come where hammer had wrecked havoc in; sofia, bulgaria. he had upgraded his robots with the tech used for the stolen weapon.

with evil robots attacking the whole city, it felt like you were living the story that wanda told you of what happened in sokovia before you met the avengers.

an hour passed before all of the robots had finally been taken down and you all knew you had to get to hammer before he activates more robots to distract you guys and uses the weapon for bad things.

"tony, have you located hammer?" steve's voice sounded in your ear through the comms. you had just finished healing the nasty gash on clint's side, nat's cut on her forehead and the bruises all over bucky. you were feeling significantly weaker now, from the amount of healing you did. you stumbled slightly when you walked and bucky immediately held onto your arm. "doll, are you okay?"

"i'm fine, buck. nothing i haven't dealt with before," you told him, gently removing his grip on your arm, walking back to the quinjet.

"no, absolutely not. we are not sending y/n right into a death trap. she's not even strong enough right now, she just finished healing us."

you were all back at the compound now and planning a second attack on justin hammer.

"it's not a death trap, buck. and i know you're worried but she's the only choice we got. y/n, all you gotta do is sneak in as one of his henchmen and provide entrance for us. once we get in, we'll take all his guards down and get that weapon from hammer and we won't have to worry about his world domination plans anymore. it'll be over as soon as it starts and she'll be back safe with us. sound good, y/n/n?"

"yeah, sure." you agreed, already having a person in mind that you were going to change yourself to.

the plan had gone just as steve wanted and they managed to raid justin hammer's building, tony stealing the very item that could've aided in the massacre of millions. justin and his henchmen managed to escape the building before the avengers could catch them.

"well, that was anticlimactic," tony scoffs, already making his way to the quinjet. "but good job, y/n. you saved the day once again."

he expected to hear a laugh from you, like you usually did, being the only one who ever responds to him after missions. but instead he was met with silence. "kid?" still no answer.

"y/n, where are you?" steve panicked, finally realising that you were the only one who hasn't responded in a hot minute. "y/n/n, this isn't funny." he breathed out.

"she's...she's gone."

"well, well, well," a voice spoke right as you woke up from your slumber. you squinted, noticing that you were in some sort of dark room with only one light bulb right above you. "what do we have here?"

a figure walks right in the light and you could barely make out justin hammer's ugly face with how dizzy you felt. "if it isn't the little freak." he states condescendingly, smirking down at your helpless position, both wrists and ankles cuffed onto the metal chair you were sat on. you struggled against the restraints, trying to get free but to no avail.

your breathing quickened, your current vulnerable state reminding you of your later years in HYDRA. they had started off experimenting on you on a metal gurney but as you grew older, you realised that what they were doing to you was bad so you started fighting back. that ended you up on a metal restraint chair instead of the gurney, strapped to the chair with cuffs on your wrists and ankles.

this felt like deja vu. the same panic you felt, the same breathing difficulties, the same amount of effort put into trying to get out of the restraints. "you should know, princess, that that doesn't work." hammer chuckled, a fake pout on his lips as he crouched in front of you, a rough hand on your cheek. you instinctively jerked away from his touch, to which he paid no mind to because he had expected that. he then grabbed your chin harshly, turning your head up towards him. you glared at him.

"you think i didn't know what you did? snuck in as one of my men using your freaky powers? not to mention useless. imagine having powers but not being able to use them to even escape from mere humans," he laughs in your face, harshly letting go of your chin, throwing your head backwards. "you tell me where stark planned to bring the weapon and i'll let you pretty little thing go."

"no."

before you could even comprehend, his fist came flying at your face and your head dropped to the side at the impact. your left cheekbone was throbbing and you could already tell you were gonna have a black eye. despite the pain, it wasn't something you weren't used to. you were an avenger, after all. getting decked in the face was practically in the contract.

he grabbed your chin once again, pulling your head upwards to face him. "you're gonna tell me where it is or i'm gonna make you regret it."

you looked up at him with a bored look. he punched you again. and again. and again. until you could taste the blood on your tongue. "think you wanna tell me now, sweetheart?"

"never. not to someone like you."

the man seemed to get a kick out of beating you up because he punched you again in the face. your whole face was pretty much numb now and the metallic taste in your mouth intensified. you smirked at the man before you, chuckling darkly.

"sure, beat up the helpless girl. that's the only way you can beat me, right? when i'm all tied up? what a man,"

his hand was around your throat within a second and he forced you to look him in the eyes again. "sweetheart, you're a girl. tied or not, you're still weak. not even with that useless power of yours."

taking advantage of how close his face was to yours, you gathered as much bloody saliva in your mouth before spitting it in his face.

it was very much the wrong thing to do because after he wiped off his face, he left the room and two men came in, various tools in hand for their fun with you.

"stark! my buddy! how's it going?" justin hammer's face appeared on the screen in the conference room, where the avengers were having a meeting about your possible whereabouts.

"where is she?!" wanda growled, standing up abruptly.

"what ever do you mean?" hammer smirked, feigning innocence. "you know what we mean. where is she?" steve spoke authoritatively, trying to control his anger at the sight of the man's face.

"i'll tell you where your thing is if you tell me where my thing is." he smiled wickedly. this caused wanda to get angrier. "y/n is not a thing! and the weapon was never yours in the first place!" vision held onto her to calm her down and it worked because she sat back down, though still glaring at the screen.

"oh she's not a thing? seems like it to me, though." he smirked and the team frowned, not understanding what he meant until they heard screams and justin's smirk widening at the sound. what a sick bastard. "what are you doing to her?!" bucky screamed, knocking his chair back as he stood up.

"i don't know, you tell me." he chuckles, and the screen changes to the live footage of you in the restraint chair with the two men in the room.

you were no longer fighting back now, just sat limply with your head dropped to the side. the first hour with them, you had been fighting back like you did with justin, despite the restraints, but now entering the second hour, you were too exhausted for anything.

your left eye had been swollen shut, you could barely breathe through your nose, your cheeks were throbbing like hell and your bottom lip was busted. your head was the only thing that moved freely when hit so the men seemed to find satisfaction the most when they punched you in the face. though that didn't stop them from inflicting pain on other parts of you.

"let her go, she's just a kid!" sam exclaimed, his grip on the edge of the table tightening to control his anger. peter and wanda were crying looking at the awful state you were in, clint, tony and bruce were silent in shock, steve and bucky were getting increasingly angry as the abuse continued.

"are you going to tell us where stark is keeping the weapon or have you not gotten enough?" one of the two men was heard asking, pulling your hair back to make you look up at him. you look at with your half-opened right eye, breathing heavily. "my answer's never gonna change no matter how many times you ask."

he scoffs, stepping back before the other man swings a bat right at your stomach. the air was immediately knocked out of your lung. the men laughed as you coughed up blood profusely. this caused wanda to get more hysterical.

"well, looks like she wants more. i'll call back when she's had enough. toodles," he waves his fingers at the camera with a sinister smirk before abruptly ending the call.

the room went silent after the call, save for bucky and sam breathing heavily from the anger they felt. bucky then turned to steve, pain could be seen on his face. "you said she would be safe."

"i–i'm sorry, buck. i didn't know he was gonna take her with him." steve was still frozen in shock, the image of you on the chair now permanently ingrained in his brain. in everyone's brains actually.

"guys, gear up, he's in colorado."

all heads turned towards natasha and she looked back at them with a 'what?' expression. "you were tracking him down the whole time?"

"um, duh? now come on, gotta save our girl."

you awoke to a stinging sensation on your inner forearm. after your bloody coughing fit, they proceeded to beat you up again and you were knocked out then. now you were slowly regaining consciousness but you were starting to prefer being passed out. your whole body was in pain and the fact that you couldn't even move made it even worse.

"oh, lookie here. sleeping beauty is up." you were met once again with justin hammer's ugly face. he was sitting on a chair perpendicular to your left side. you couldn't wait to get out of here so you didn't have to keep seeing his face every time you woke up. your inner forearm was stinging even more now so you looked down at it. you gasped at the sight.

"how'd you like my artwork?" he chuckled at your reaction. there on your arm, obviously carved out with the bloody knife that the asshole was so proudly holding on to, was 'FREAK'. carved out big and bold. on your skin. "pretty fitting, eh? freak? because, you know, that's what you are."

the blood was seeping out through the cuts and it stung even more now that it had been exposed to the air. the asshole moved his chair to your other side. "what should i write on this arm?" he feigns a thinking expression, looking up thoughtfully with his thumb and pointer finger on his chin.

"please, i–i don't know where tony put it. i really don't." you cried, tears now flowing freely down your face without a shame.

he looks at you with amusement. "what is this? are you...are you giving up already? can't take anymore?" he smirks and you sigh, closing your eyes. you just awoke but you were exhausted. so, so exhausted.

he takes out his phone, the smirk now permanent on his ugly face. "stark! kid's finally had enough. wanna tell me where the weapon is now or do you want to find her body at the bottom of the ocean?"

you couldn't even be bothered to react to his statement. the pain all finally registered and you were tired. tired and in excruciating pain.

"kinda busy right now, can you call back later?" you could hear tony's voice sound from justin's phone and the man beside you laughed. "i see you don't care for the girl. what could possibly be more important than saving her?"

"i don't know, you tell me." a voice said from behind you two and before you knew it, hammer was knocked off the chair he was on. you weakly turned your head just in time to see a metal arm force hammer up onto his feet before wrapping around his neck. "don't you fucking touch her again."

"y/n!" you heard wanda's voice as she entered the room with peter. more tears flowed down your face at the sight of them, stinging when they rolled past the cuts on your face but that didn't matter. your family was finally here to save you.

you saw the red mist of wanda's powers surround your cuffs before they clicked open. "oh, bubs, i'm so sorry." she cried, both hands hovering around your face, hesitating to touch you in fear of hurting you. her eyes fell onto the words carved out onto your skin and her mouth fell open before covering it with her hand. "i'm so sorry we couldn't get to you sooner." peter's voice cracked and you could tell he was emotional.

"it's okay," you told them, giving them a small smile, the biggest one you could give in your current state.

tony, sam and steve entered the room to see bucky relentlessly beating up your captor and wanda and peter standing by you as you cried.

"cupcake, we're here now. don't cry, you're safe now." tony came closer and despite knowing that you were because your family was finally here, you couldn't help but let out all the pent up emotions you've kept throughout your time of captivity.

sam had a go at justin once bucky was done and steve had to physically pry them both off of the sick bastard so that nat could cuff him and bring him back to the jet.

"y/n/n, i'm so sorry. if i hadn't–"

"it's okay, stevie." you cut him off. truthfully, you only did so because you knew he was going to giving a long-winded explanation justifying his actions and your headache couldn't bear to hear lengthy sentences. but you also didn't think it was in any way his fault so he didn't deserve to be beating himself up for this. shit happens, anyway.

"let's get you out of here, doll." bucky says, cringing when he sees the blood on the floor of your chair, as well as on your clothes. he quickly reaches to lift you off the chair but stops when you let out an ear-piercing scream of pain. "doll, i'm so sorry! did i hurt you?!" bucky questions in panic.

"y–you didn't, they did. it...it hurts everywhere," you cried, feeling hopeless that you couldn't even bear being carried by someone, let alone get up by yourself. their hearts broke when you said that. you never really cried much in front of them and you were known to withstand pain well because of how much shit HYDRA put you in as well as your powers being healing, meaning you had a higher pain tolerance than most people.

"it's okay, bubs. i got you. let's get you home, alright?" wanda's calming voice broke you out of your breakdown and red mist surrounded your whole body, wanda moving you with her powers. you were thankful of that because it didn't cause any more pain to your body.

maybe hammer was right. maybe you are just a freak with useless powers. wanda floated you into the jet and she set you down on the bed. "y/n, oh my god!" clint cried out once he sees you. you looked much worse than you did on hammer's camera footage during the call an hour ago. "kid, i'm so sorry."

"clint, take the wheel. bruce doesn't have all the resources needed. she needs to be treated ASAP." nat tells her best friend and he nods, taking the wheel and immediately taking off once everyone had boarded.

you were laid on the bed, right eye slightly open as bruce examined you. exhaustion hit you like a truck and before you knew it, you blacked out.

"how is she, doc?"

"pretty banged up but y/n, as i already knew, is a strong girl. lots of internal bleeding, broken bones, bruises and scars but she'll be fine. you can check her file later if you want," doctor cho tells tony outside of your room. "it's fine, can we see her?" he asks on behalf of the whole team standing behind him.

"yeah, of course! she woke up five minutes ago. i'll be off now, call me or my team if you need anything." she bids goodbye and left the group of superheroes.

steve slowly opens the door and there you were in bed, staring up at the ceiling. "hey, y/n/n," he greets sheepishly, feeling as though he had interrupted your alone time of blankly staring at the ceiling. the team trailed in behind him and soon your bed was surrounded by the avengers.

"hi, cupcake."

you looked away from the ceiling and turned your head towards tony. "oh, hey tones." you smile as sam helps you sit up while the rest sat on chairs all around you. "how you feeling, bub?" nat asks, eyes flickering down to the bold scarring of letters on your forearm.

"as okay as i can be." you answered truthfully, pressing your inner forearm closer to your body so the team doesn't see the letters carved onto your skin. you already know what you are, you didn't need the rest thinking so too.

"you're not a freak, bubs."

you look up at wanda. "i'm sorry, i didn't mean to read your mind. but they were awfully loud. you're not a freak, y/n. and you're not useless too. that bastard may have carved out that word onto your skin but the scar will fade. it's not permanent. you know why? because that's not what you are." she tells you, taking off her jacket to wrap it around you because you felt self conscious of the scars all over your arms where the team could see.

"yeah, doll. you're an amazing person and your powers help us so much. i mean, you saved millions just helping us get the weapon back from justin hammer. if you hadn't, well, who knows what could've been happening right now?" he places a gentle hand at the side of your head, stroking your hair.

"yeah and who heals us when we get really hurt during missions, huh? i mean, if you hadn't healed that stab wound i got during that mission in new mexico, i probably wouldn't even be here at this moment." clint tells you and you roll your eyes at him. "you're exaggerating."

"i am not!" he laughed and you playfully rolled your eyes once again.

"y/n/n, i'm really sorry for—"

"i don't wanna hear it, stevie."

"but–"

"no. it's not your fault. shit happens." you brush him off. "lang–"

"you say language to me, i'll blame this shit on you even when it's not your fault. try me, rogers." you glare at the blond super soldier. he raises his arms in surrender, leaning back on his chair as the team laughs.

the team continue to entertain you and you couldn't help but smile at the sight in front of you. these were the people who would drop anything for you and were willing to dropkick any asshole in the face for hurting you. justin hammer never had a chance against your family to begin with.

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Catching Stardust

Tadashi Hamada x Reader | ☁️ + ✨ | 3.9k

Most days, like any other university student, you would wake up tired. Unfortunately for you, that was not today. You had spent the entire night working on your lab report for one of your science courses and didn’t get a wink of sleep. At least it was handed in and done with.

(You had to double check - just in case your brain decided to get desperate and help you imagine the best case scenarios. Thinking and doing were two very different things, they were hard to tell apart when you were so dead tired though.)

It was one of those days.

“Morning, Honey Lemon,” you greeted as you navigated your way into the kitchen for some caffeine. Grabbing your travel coffee tumbler, you watched your blonde roommate in her morning stretching routine.

“Good morning, (Y/N)!” Honey cheerfully replied. “How was not sleeping last night?”

You halted your movements, looking up at her with concern. “Can you tell just by looking at me?”

Honey Lemon laughed. “No, silly. GoGo came home late last night and saw you up. I heard you shuffling around earlier this morning too. No raccoon eyes, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“Thank goodness,” you said with a sigh as you continued pouring liquid energy into your tumbler. “This bio course is going to be the death of me.”

“You mean working two part time jobs will be the death of you,” GoGo corrected you as she walked out of her room. “Girl, you need time to have fun too.”

You stuck your tongue out at her. Rummaging through backpack, you noticed a missing tome of knowledge. “Has anyone seen my Medical Terms bible?”

“Coffee table.” Honey called out from the living room as she held the tree pose.

GoGo walked over to you with the heavy book in hand. You mouthed a thank you to her before taking a sip of coffee.

“(Y/N), you need to take some time to make some more friends or meet a cute boy,” Honey Lemon brought up. She exchanged a look with GoGo. “We know someone who you might like. He’s nice and funny, good looking as well.”

You gave your two roommates a sad smile. “By the time I’m ready for a relationship, a boy like that will already be snatched up by someone less stressed about their future.”

Grabbing your premade meals and a couple of snacks, you swung your backpack on.

“I work bookstore and pharmacy today, so I’ll see you both tomorrow morning. Good luck with your projects in the meantime.”

“Bye, (Y/N)!” Honey called out.

“Keep the luck, you need it more than we do,” GoGo said with salute.

Walking out of the apartment, you checked your phone for your schedule once more. Class at nine, bookstore at two and pharmacy at six. And it was already eight thirty, yay. Just your typical jam packed day, all so that you could pay off medical school tuition in the future.

Balancing everything in life was... impossible, but you were managing.

Full course load university student, working two part time jobs, and a very minimal but still existent social life.

It wasn’t easy, but it was what you wanted. Going to med school was a necessary path to take if you wanted to help people out in your future career choice.

Just as you were arriving on campus, a voice caught your attention.

“(Y/N)…!”

You turned to see your friend Mina, another sufferer pre-med student.

“Hi Mina,” you greeted.

“Did you sleep last night?” she asked. When you shook your head, she let out a loud sigh. “Yeah, me too. Dr. Andrews is going to kill us with these lab reports and the test Thursday. I mean, I’d feel smarter if I weren’t so tired all the time.”

You smiled. What a mood.

“Is my make up, okay?” Mina asked. “I don’t want Justin to see me at my worse - not yet.”

You glanced over Mina’s face. She had gone through the usual effort to make herself look cute. “You look fine and I’m sure Justin wouldn’t be scared off. He knows we’re med students.”

Mina made a face. “We’ve only been a dating for two months, (Y/N), two! He doesn’t know what kind of crazy we are yet. You never know when he might get skittish and ghost me.”

If you weren’t so tired, you would have laughed.

Linking arms with Mina, you pulled her towards the classroom.

Today was going to be just another day.

Tadashi checked over the information on his phone as he walked off campus towards the bookstore. He had been looking up information to help his robotics project and a certain book had come up in his recommendations. Deciding that the resource was worth checking out, and was worth the price, he was determined to get his hands on the book while his robot was still in the works.

Walking through the doors, he made his way to the medical section. Browsing the shelves, he kept an eye out for the particular title.

After circling the area for a while, he let out a huff. Where was this textbook?

Noticing a girl wearing a name tag, he approached her with smile.

“Hi, I was wondering if you could help me?”

She turned to him with a smile, (E/C) eyes making contact with his brown orbs.

“Of course, are you looking for something?”

Tadashi nodded, pulling out his phone and showing her the textbook information.

"Ahhh, this one. That’s a popular book with the first year pre-med student courses,” she commented. “Everyone always asks where this one is - we organize this one by title since there’s no author.”

Leading him back into the medical section, the girl stopped in an area of the bookstore that Tadashi had missed earlier. She tapped the spine of one of the books.

“This one is good resource for in depth procedural explanations,” she explained. “Not what you were looking for though...”

Scanning the shelves, the girl paused and frowned when she stopped a particular spot.

“Is it out of stock?” she murmured, checking again. “For a textbook no one appreciates until third year, I’d be surprised if it’s sold out...” She turned back to Tadashi with an apologetic smile. “I’ll check if we have the book in stock - give me a second.”

Pulling out her phone, she typed up some information quickly. The results of her searching seemed to yield the same results.

“It looks like we’re actually out of stock for this textbook right now, although, we are restocking it,” she explained. “Would you like to request a reserve to get a copy?”

“That would be helpful, sure,” Tadashi agreed.

“Great, let’s go fill out a form for you,” she chirped, leading him away. “Are you a med student?”

“No, I’m a robotics engineering student at SFIT,” he replied. “I’m working on something related to the medical field though.”

“Really? That’s so cool,” she exclaimed, looking genuinely interested. “It’s amazing to think how technology can incorporated into health sciences. If you don’t mind me asking, what are you working on?”

“A healthcare robot,” Tadashi explained with a fond smile. “It’s still in the works, nothing has been finished yet, I’m still working on the programming stages.”

“I think that’s incredible. I’m sure you’re capable of amazing things.”

The sincerity in her tone brought a smile to his face. For someone who didn’t know much about his project, the kind words from her were very nice.

“What about you?” Tadashi asked. “Are you a student?”

“Yeah, over at Sato Health Institute,” she responded. Sato was the top post secondary institution for health care in San Fransokyo located nearby - it even shared some programs with SFIT as Tadashi recalled. “I’m a pre-med student - if you hadn’t already guessed.”

“I might have had a feeling,” Tadashi said with a grin. “You seemed like you were familiar with things firsthand.”

The girl laughed. “Lots of firsthand experience, trust me.”

Approaching the help desk, the girl popped around to grab a paper and pen. Scrawling down information onto the page first, she then slid the paper over to Tadashi across the counter.

“Just fill out the rest of the form and the textbook should be arriving in the next three days.”

Tadashi looked up from filling in the form, brown eyes flicking over to her name tag. “Thank you so much, (Y/N).”

“You’re welcome,” she replied. She took a sip from her coffee tumbler. Grabbing a sticky note, she offered it over to Tadashi. “If you’d like, leave your number and I’ll text you when it arrives - I’ll be working that day. I promise to use your number for professional reasons only.”

“I’d appreciate that,” Tadashi said as he wrote his number down. As he finished his form, he noticed a large medical terms textbook behind the counter on the desk next to the computer with a ton of sticky notes sticking out. “Is that yours?”

“That’s my current bible,” she affirmed with an amused tone. “Can’t survive without it.”

The two of them shared a laugh.

“Thanks again for your help.” Tadashi repeated as he returned the form.

“Just doing my job, don’t worry about it! It was great meeting you...” Her (E/C) eyes flickered down to the form and smile appeared on her face. “...Tadashi.”

As Tadashi left the bookstore, part of him was still lingering behind, thinking about (Y/N). She seemed like a nice girl and he really hoped that they might have another chance to encounter her again.

You fumbled with the door before pushing it open, popping back into the dark apartment. Hitting the light switch, you took off your shoes and checked for signs of your roommates.

Looks like Honey Lemon and GoGo were still out.

No surprise.

The three of you were always busy, whether the other two liked to admit it or not.

Just as you were sorting things out in the kitchen and about to grab a snack, your phone buzzed.

Mina: OMG. Did you see Terry’s SNS profile update? 🤣🤣

(Y/N): What did he do this time? Do I want to know??

Mina: He put MD CANDIDATE. The AUDACITY of this man - I got a C+ working with partner project with him. My poor GPA... 😭

(Y/N): I mean...

Mina: DON’T

(Y/N): Cs get degrees 😂

Mina: RIP me. Seriously though, are you free to study for that bio test?

(Y/N): let me grab my snack first, I’ll see you video chat

Mina: True MD candidate here

(Y/N): HA

Letting out a sigh, you swiped a snack from the cupboard before heading back to your room. Fingers crossed you would get some sleep tonight.

“Oh, finally!”

Tadashi wiped his hands off with a rag and turned to look at Fred. Wasabi and GoGo were also looking at the beanie wearing boy, but neither of them decided to engage.

“Something up?” Tadashi asked, speaking up.

“The comic bookstore said they were out of that new series I was telling you guys about the other day,” Fred explained. “I refused to go to Richardson’s place, so apparently, they reached out to the nearby bookstore and they have a copy! I got to go pick it up.”

“The one near campus?”

“Yup.”

Tadashi paused, thinking for a moment before making his decision.

“I’ll come with you.”

“Let’s go then, man!”

Catching up with Fred about the current condition of Baymax, the two soon arrived at the bookstore. Fred immediately beelined towards the help desk with Tadashi trailing behind him.

Just as Tadashi anticipated, a familiar face was working at the desk. This time though, (Y/N) was fairly concentrated on the stack of flashcards piled on her space next to textbooks filled with sticky notes.

“Uh, excuse me,” Fred said, practically bouncing on his toes.

That was enough to jolt her out of her studying. Shoving away her flashcards, she offered Fred a smile. “Yes?”

“I believe someone called about -”

“Oh! I know what you’re here for,” (Y/N) said, jumping up. She got up and skimmed over the bookshelf behind the counter. “Ah, here it is. Fred, right?”

At the sight of his new comic, Fred nodded happily. He quickly accepted it from you. “Is there a comic book section?”

(Y/N) nodded. “Just straight that way, it’s not a big collection, but you might find something.”

“Alright, thanks!”

Fred turned to see Tadashi lingering around. “You coming, Tadashi?”

“There’s something I want to check out, I’ll catch up in a bit,” the black haired male responded.

As Fred disappeared, the girl turned her attention over to Tadashi.

“I didn’t think I would see you again so soon,” she commented. “The book is not in yet, sorry.”

Tadashi smiled. “That’s fine. I see you’re here often.”

“Yeah, when I’m not busy with classes or my other job, here I am.”

The words piqued your interest. “Other job?”

“I also work at a pharmacy,” (Y/N) explained.

“Ahh. You must be a busy person,” Tadashi said. He tilted his head towards your desk. “Studying too?”

She flushed. “Yeah. Only because today’s pretty quiet - my manager doesn’t mind as long as I’m work as I’m needed. There’s a test coming up.”

“Good luck, I think you need it.”

“I do. Thank you.”

Tadashi watched as (Y/N) moved back to sitting at the desk. As she picked up her flashcards, she looked up at Tadashi.

“How’s the healthcare robot going? Any progress in the last 24 hours?”

“Baymax finally had some supply come in for assembling,” he responded. “So, just a little bit.”

“Baymax?” she repeated confused. “Oh. Is that their name?”

Tadashi nodded.

“Baymax… I like it, sounds friendly.”

“I should probably let you get back to studying,” Tadashi commented, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sorry for bothering you.”

“Not at all, I’m happy to chat with you.”

- Wednesday. 6PM. -

Honey: (Y/N)?

(Y/N): What’s up, Honey Lemon?

Honey: I heard the pre-med students plan on throwing a party this weekend?

Honey: Are you going?

(Y/N): Nah, I think I have work.

GoGo: You always work.

(Y/N): Huh, I never noticed.

(Y/N): Anyways, parties are not my scene. I’d be happy spending a free evening at home instead.

GoGo: Mina says she’ll miss you.

(Y/N): She’ll have Justin, she’ll be okay

Honey: Well, if you ever decide to go, we know a boy you can take with you.

(Y/N): Thanks, but I’ll pass. 🥰

- Thursday. 5PM. -

Unknown: Hi Tadashi. The textbook you wanted finally came in! Feel free to drop by anytime to come pick it up.

Tadashi: Alright, thanks (Y/N)!

Unknown: Yep, no prob!

Tadashi: Hey, is this your personal number?

Unknown: yeah 😊

(Y/N) has been added to contacts.

Tadashi: Hope you don’t mind if I contact you like in the future. 😊

(Y/N): Oh, I wouldn’t mind at all!

“Tadashi, hi,” you greeted, waving as the boy came into your line of sight. With a baseball cap on his head today, you almost mistaken him for someone else. Pulling out the textbook, you handed it over to him. “Here you go! You weren’t the only one trying to get your hands on this textbook today.”

Tadashi peered at you curiously as he accepted the textbook.

“You look tired,” he pointed out.

You just shrugged with a half smile. “The bio test was today - that was gruesome.”

“At least that’s done with,” he encouraged you. “Week’s almost over, too.”

“Best part is I’m off in five,” you agreed.

You could see your words caught Tadashi’s interest.

“Are... are you still working after?”

Shaking your head, you leaned back against the counter. “Nope, told them I was busy today so no shifts at the pharmacy tonight.”

“Would you like to go out with me then?” Tadashi asked hopefully. “We can hit up a café and grab something to eat?”

Good thing you were leaning against the counter, because the surprise you felt would have toppled you over.

“Oh, um, sure!” you agreed, cheeks heating up a little. “I’ll meet you outside in five?”

“Sounds good.”

- Friday. 9AM. -

Tadashi: I enjoyed my time with you yesterday.

(Y/N): I enjoyed my time too! Although the cookies there were kind of hard... 😢

Tadashi: Yeah... I find us somewhere with nice cookies next time.

(Y/N): Just a warning, next time might be a while. My schedule is usually full.

Tadashi: That’s fine!! If you ever find yourself with free time, let me know, I’d like to spend it with you.

(Y/N): 🥰

(Y/N): You’re too sweet, Tadashi.

(Y/N): How are you single??

Tadashi: Haha, I could ask you the same thing. Probably the same reasons as you though. I’m usually too focused with what’s in front of me.

Tadashi: Hope to see you around though.

(Y/N): me too

- Some Tuesday. 8PM. -

“And your total is 18.95,” you said, pressing buttons on the register to confirm the amount. The customer tapped their card for the purchase before taking their bags. “I hope you feel better!”

“Thank you,” the customer responded as they left.

You waited until they had gone completely before heading back to find your manager. Spotting one of older pharmacy students, you decided to talk to them instead.

“Hi,” you greeted.

“(Y/N), need any drugs?” Harper asked with a smile.

“I’ll take them all,” you joked. “Let Aria know I left if you see her for me?”

“Yeah, go. You’re free,” she ushered, waving you away.

As you pulled on your jacket and stepped out of the pharmacy, a figure caught you by surprise.

“Tadashi!” you exclaimed.

“Surprised?” he asked. “Thought I’d walk you home, not safe for you to walk the street alone at night.”

“I do it frequent enough,” you countered with a smile.

“Ooh, risk taker,” Tadashi said.

You laughed. “I appreciate this though, thanks.”

Tadashi nodded. As the two of you were catching up each other on what happened throughout the day, you felt Tadashi slip his hand into yours. Fingers intertwined, you could feel your heart racing.

This was something you didn’t want to let go of.

- Some Monday. 2PM. -

GoGo: Yo, Tadashi

GoGo: Fred wants to know when you’ll be back with the snacks.

Tadashi: Just stepped back on campus.

GoGo: Took you a while.

GoGo: You seeing someone behind our back?

Tadashi: Ha. Does Baymax count?

- A couple weeks later. Friday. 10AM. -

“Someone looks cute today,” Mina commented as you sat down next to her in the lecture hall. She eyed you up and down, nodding approvingly. “Not working today?”

“Yeah,” you replied. “My rare day off besides class. Thought I’d put a little more effort in today.”

“Well, you look adorable,” Mina confirmed. She let out a sigh when she saw the professor walk in. “Let’s see if we can survive these next two hours.”

“Challenge accepted,” you said, bumping her shoulder playfully. “Although, I might lose you halfway.”

Mina gasped and smacked your arm.

You laughed as you pulled your laptop. Although the two hours went by at a decent pace, you were glad the course was three quarters way through.

At the brutal pace your professor went, there was nothing but review for the few weeks before final exams. It was nice to know you didn’t have to teach yourself an entire unit in a week before your final.

Bidding Mina goodbye, you weaved your way out of the lecture hall and out into campus. At this point, most groups of students you saw hanging around were study groups. You would have been like them too, if you hadn’t worked so hard to make things work.

Balancing two part time jobs along with classes had you putting in so much extra effort that it usually paid off in the long run.

Yay.

Navigating your way through the streets with the GPS app open on your phone, you soon spotted the campus you were looking for.

SFIT.

(Abbreviated, because thinking through what each letter stood for was too much effort.)

Slowly wandering around as you pulled up the campus directory, your eyes glimmered when you spotted the building you were looking for. Popping inside, you clutched onto your bag, peering around curiously. There was so much science happening in this space.

Lots of creativity too, you wondered why their tradition was to prank the art school.

Poking around, you soon realized you were lost among the many rooms and labs. Your mission was a failure. Pouting, you pulled your phone.

(Y/N): Help me, I’m lost.

Tadashi: What do you mean?

(Y/N): I wandered into the lab building and was going to surprise you with a visit, but I don’t know where to find you. 🙁

(Y/N): I didn’t think this through...

Tadashi: Awwww

Tadashi: What room number do you see? I’ll find you.

(Y/N): Lab 2B

Tadashi: omw

As you awkwardly waited for Tadashi to show up, you tried not to look suspicious. Although admittedly, you were sure you looked suspicious regardless since you were lost.

“There you are,” the soft yet deep voice greeted from behind you.

Turning around to see Tadashi, you smiled.

“Sorry for the trouble,” you apologized.

“Not at all.” Tadashi shook his head. He took a moment to take you in. Within his eyes, you were absolutely beautiful. He didn’t want to mess up, so he kept it to himself. He’d voice his thoughts one day. “Welcome to Nerd Lab, by the way.”

So this was where Tadashi, your roommates, and their friends all spent their long hours working.

Tadashi took your hand. “Come on, I want to show you my lab.”

Following after Tadashi, the two of you entered the elevator behind arriving on the floor of his personal lab space. He opened a door, showing you his tidy space.

“Baymax won’t be in the works for a while, but here,” he pulled out several large blueprints. The image of an almost plush like character was found in the middle. “This is going to be Baymax.”

In awe of all the labelled details and planning in place, you looked up at Tadashi.

“This is incredible,” you breathed out. “You’re incredible too.”

Tadashi dipped his head down and captured your lips for a kiss.

Before he had the opportunity to pull back too far, you went in and gave him a quick peck as well.

Although the two of you were flushed, the loving gaze you could see in Tadashi’s eyes made you feel hopeful about this relationship.

“Can I see the medical programming?” you asked, breaking the silence.

Tadashi shyly nodded. “All the computer.”

- Later. -

(Y/N): Do you think we should let our friends know?

Tadashi: Nah, they’ll catch on eventually.

(Y/N): But if they don’t should I just accept their blind date request?

Tadashi: WHAT?

(Y/N): 😂

(Y/N): I asked for more details one time.

(Y/N): He’s this handsome robotics engineering student, who nice and has a good sense of humor. Apparently he’s very dedicated to his work too.

Tadashi: …

Tadashi: They’ve tried to set me up with their friend as well.

(Y/N): Hmm, maybe we were meant to be after all

Tadashi: I think so. 😀

(Y/N): 😘

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demonsandmischief · 3 years

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You Saved My Life

Marvel - Captain America Imagine

Steve Rogers x Female Reader, 1.7k Words

-You Saved My Life-

Imagine you save Captain America's life while he is trying to save yours.

A/N: I dunno when this would take place in the Marvel world. I guess you could say it's my own AU. It's a long one but I like it. I hope you do too.

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There are a lot of things life prepares you for, but the end of the world is not one of them.

You were covering your best friend's shift at a cafe that she owned. You had a full time job as a teacher, but the school was on a holiday, and you were always willing to help your friend. Normally, she'd have managers do the day to day runnings, but there was a scheduling conflict that lined up perfectly with your free day.

You did love the little place. It was small and home-y, nestled between some larger buildings of the city.

It was after the lunch rush when it happened. You were wiping down menus when a large blast that felt like an earthquake rattled the whole shop. The glass door shattered with the impact.

That's when the screaming started. It was loud and chaotic, as throngs of people ran away from whatever had just exploded.

The customers that were in the cafe rushed out in a panic. They could see something out of the large windows that you couldn't from behind the counter.

You moved closer, hesitantly, not sure what to expect, and you were definitely not prepared.

There were large, robotic creatures wreaking havoc in every direction. You could hear their banshee like screeches that echoed in your ears, but it couldn't be louder than the intense blood rushing as your adrenaline began to flow.

Your protective, teacher instincts kicked in when you saw the young group of kids huddled in the alleyway. They were almost out of view, but you noticed. You always noticed the children. They attracted your energy naturally.

You took notice of the daycare bus still running. It looked like the driver had just abandoned them. Intense anger only fueled the instincts.

You saw the way one of the creatures eyed the group and you scrambled to grab something to defend them.

You didn't have much. You decided on a chair, thankful for your nimble frame that was able to get outside unnoticed.

The kids caught sight of you immediately, but you held a shaky finger to your lips, telling them to be quiet.

You swung the chair with all your might, hitting the thing with a sickening crunch. It faltered for a moment, stumbling forward. You were left with pieces of broken wood, the splintered edges digging into your skin.

"Get inside," you yelled to the group, watching them scramble. At least the robot thing was focused on you, and you prayed that each little boy and each little girl made it home tonight.

You knew you were the only person standing between the cafe and the monster, and you wouldn't go with them to safety for risk of this thing following you into the shop.

Your heart thudded painfully in your chest as your eyes searched for any kind of defense. Instead, you found more creatures and no help.

This thing was ugly up close. It was metallic like a robot, but had blood red eyes, eyes that were staring right at you.

It opened it's mouth to screech into the sky, a snake like tongue curling out. It was cut off by a flash of color in the haze of dirt and debris, but you recognized it immediately. Captain America's shield.

The man himself appeared, standing tall and proud, but you could tell he was winded. You had never been so relieved, as you relaxed a bit, just wanting to melt into the ground with exhaustion.

Steve yanked out his shield, giving it an expert throw, destroying the other visible creatures.

His blue eyes stood out beneath his cowl.

"Ma'am," he nodded. "Are you hurt?" he asked.

"No," you whispered with a shake of your head, wiping your sweaty, bloody hands on your jeans. "But there's kids in there "

He nodded, repeating the information into his com device.

"We'll get them to safety, and you, too. This is no place you want to be. Every civilian has taken shelter in the metro underground. Do you know how to get there from here?"

"Yes, but it's like two blocks," you said. There was no way you could get the kids there without being noticed.

"I'll go with you then, but we need to move quickly. Let's go." He left no room for argument, so you entered the cafe to gather the huddled group.

Their fear struck you, wide eyes and silent sobs. There were probably twenty of them, all different ages. The youngest was probably about six.

"Captain America is going to get you guys somewhere safe," you told them, as reassuring as possible, even though you didn't feel that way.

You led the group as the captain guarded the back. The pace was quick, and eerily quiet. You imagined the tall man had warned the other Avengers to keep the area as clear as possible. You had caught a brief glimmer of Iron Man's metallic suit in the sky.

You had just ushered the kids down the stalled escalator and into safety when you heard a grunt of pain.

You turned to find six more of the robotic creatures surrounding Cap. You could tell he was wearing down as one of them pulled his arms back, rendering him powerless and unable to grab his shield. He kicked the things with all his might, but there were too many of them.

You didn't know what to do. You were exhausted and there was no way you could help. You couldn't even take out one by yourself with a chair.

It wasn't until one of the creatures pulled out a long dagger looking thing, already dripping with someone else's blood that you moved.

Your instincts didn't let you hesitate as you ran to tackle the thing, the knife in turn digging painfully in your upper shoulder, dangerously close to your neck.

You felt the cry leave your dry, cracked lips as you crumbled to the ground, squeezing your eyes shut.

You heard the creature snarl at you before you felt a jolt of hot pain in your ribs. It felt like a boot, but who knows.

Your vision doubled as you saw the metallic shield take out the group once more. You sagged in the rubble as the adrenaline left your body. It felt like buckets of blood were running from your shoulder down the curve of your breast, mixing with the pain in your ribs. You were certain death couldn't be much worse then this.

Steve couldn't believe you saved his life. He was foolish to let his guard down, but you were a distraction. You protected those kids with a fearlessness that reminded him of himself.

He heard over coms that Tony had found the source for these creatures and the fight was coming to a close. He wished he could have been there for his team, but the people came first, especially those kids.

He pressed a hand to your shoulder, cursing when he saw how much blood you were losing. He searched aimlessly for something to stop the blood.

"Your six, Captain," you manage to mutter throught the pain, not failing to notice the final of the robotic things sneaking up on the distracted man.

He kicked a stray car door effortlessly, squashing the creature against the brick building.

"We're going to get you help. You're going to be okay."

That was the last thing you heard before you passed out.

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There was a pesky beeping that was disturbing your rest. You assumed it was your alarm, until the pain hit you full force, and you remembered the events that took place. Were you dead?

Your eyes opened, and you groaned at the harsh light, blinking rapidly to adjust. Your mouth felt like it was full of sand.

The sterile smell and blinding white walls immediately told you it was a hospital, but what stood out was the dozing man still dirty from battle. His blue suit stood out against the white.

His eyes opened when you stirred, and you noticed the blue eyes that you were beginning to like. His blonde hair was matted from the cowl, and he looked terribly uncomfortable in the small chair.

"How are you feeling?" he asked gently, his deep voice much softer than the commanding tone he used as captain.

You struggled to sit up. The pain in your shoulder not allowed you to use your hand as leverage, and your ribs didn't like the jostle.

"Don't do that," he said, lightly using his hand to keep you from moving. He pushed the button on the side that allowed the bed to lift without you having to change position.

He helped you drink some water before you were finally able to respond.

"How long have I been out?" you ask.

"Just a few hours," Steve responded. "You saved my life, and those kids, too." He shook his head in disbelief.

You felt your face grow hot at his words, not knowing how to respond. "I'm sure you are exhausted. You didn't have to stay."

"I had to make sure you were okay," he admitted. "I'm Steve."

"Y/N." You tried to smile at his cute pleasantries, but winced at the persistent throbbing in your shoulder. "Is it bad?"

"I'm sure a tough girl like you can handle it. The doctor should be in here in a minute to tell you details," he answered.

The doctor told you that your ribs were broken and your stab wound was deep but no longer life threatening after they stopped the blood. It was going to take a while to recover.

You dozed off, and it must have been a long time because when you awoke the second time, the room was covered in flowers. A stack of cards sat on your table, and you rose the bed again to reach for them.

A swell of happy emotions built up inside of you as you read the sweet words of the kids you saved. It was so relieving to know they were okay.

"You're a hero," Steve said from the door, this time in jeans and a blue jacket. He was handsome.

You wiped the fallen tears off of your cheek. "I'm nothing but a teacher."

"You're a hero to me," he smiled slightly, and a warm feeling bloomed in your chest.

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Here's Pt. 2

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neonlights92 · 4 years

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RUN: Chapter I

Jeon Jungkook hops from bed to bed, sleeping with as many beautiful, rich women as he can possibly find time for. He’s young and attractive, with a silver tongue that gets him practically anything he wants. So when his friend and boss, Kim Taehyung, tells him it’s time to settle down, Jungkook takes it pretty badly. And when he finds out that the woman he’s destined to marry is, in fact, his little sister’s best friend, he is less than impressed.

You have spent your entire life trying to forget the way you feel about Jeon Jungkook. So when you find out that Jungkook is to be your husband - and that he is anything but pleased about it - your world is thrown into chaos. How can you survive a loveless marriage with the man you are hopelessly in love with?

WARNINGS: Language, some violence and eventual smut.

A/N: I changed Jungkook’s story slightly from my original story. Hope you guys like it!!! Enjoy :)

You were in love with Jeon Jungkook.

You had been in love with him, since the moment you understood what it truly meant to love someone.

The engagement party was in full swing - people chattered around you happily, congratulating the supposedly happy couple - but all your attention was on him.

You watched him from across the expanse of people wedged between you both. He leaned against the stone wall, observing, as he always did. Arms crossed, dark eyes narrowed.

You knew you probably shouldn’t watch him for long - that if he felt your gaze on him he would add it to the long list of reasons why he’d probably noticed you were in love with him years ago. But you couldn’t help yourself. He looked so handsome - so inviting - and you swore at yourself for still holding a candle to someone who didn’t see you as much more than an accomplice to his little sister.

Your best friend Nayeon had been born only a year after Jungkook, but sometimes it felt like he would treat her - and by association you - as a child forever.

“Stop staring,” Nayeon had sidled up beside you, a flute of champagne clutched in her hands, “You’re making it so obvious.”

You rolled your eyes, “You mean twenty three years of following him around like a puppy hasn’t been proof enough?”

She sighed heavily and slipped an arm through your own. Nayeon had known about your unfortunate feelings for her brother for a long time. Unfortunate because, really, in what world would your love ever be reciprocated?

Not only had you been relegated to little sister status long ago - but Jungkook was so handsome he could have any woman he wanted.

It was well known that Jungkook was Bangtan’s resident playboy. He’d made no effort to settle down in the years since turning a ‘marriage-appropriate’ age, and had done just about the opposite. Flitting from woman to woman (and coincidentally bed to bed) with an easy smile and eyes that could warm the hardest of hearts.

Eventually, of course, he would be forced to settle down. Not only was he an important member of Bangtan - he was in the capo’s inner circle. Soon Taehyung would choose a wife for him whether he wanted it or not. Because Jungkook needed to produce heirs - it was what had always been expected of a made man.

“I’ve told you to talk to your father,” Nayeon’s voice was sympathetic, “Our families are such good friends - maybe the two of you could get married.”

You felt your chest pinch at Nayeon’s suggestion. She was right, she had been telling you this for years. But you knew that speaking to your father wouldn’t change anything. Had told her just as much.

“Taehyung will choose his wife Nae, you know this just as well as I do.”

Her eyes softened and you felt yourself grow tired again. Your feelings for him were exhausting sometimes.

“Talk to Taehyung then. Your family is well-respected, Y/N. It wouldn’t be a downgrade.”

You scoffed, “For Bangtan’s golden boy? C’mon Nae. Let’s not start this again. I’m not in the mood for it.”

Your eyes moved towards Jungkook once more, but they widened slightly when you realised he wasn’t there anymore. Probably off flirting with some beautiful woman…

Your heart clenched in jealousy as it always did when you imagined Jungkook with someone else.

“Looking for me?”

There it was. His voice.

You turned sharply, eyes lifting to connect with his own. Jungkook’s face was unreadable as he stared down at you - and you wondered for a moment, if he was angry with you.

“What?” The word escaped you, “Uh… No. No. Just enjoying the party.”

Nayeon’s arm had slipped out of yours at some point.

His expression was dark and you felt like perhaps he was glaring at you. Glaring? Why would he be glaring? Your chest tightened.

“You couldn’t help yourself, could you?”

The words sounded venomous, almost. You felt confused.

“What?”

Jungkook quirked a dark brow, “Playing dumb doesn’t suit you, Y/N.”

Nayeon cleared her throat noisily and stepped between the two of you. You were grateful for her presence. Jungkook had never spoken to you like that. Almost as if… He hated you.

It was so much worse than the way he usually treated you - like a little sister he begrudgingly liked. What had you done to deserve this treatment?

“What is going on, Jungkook?” Nayeon’s voice held a note of warning.

His gaze snapped up to meet hers and he scowled, “This hasn’t got anything to do with you.”

“Like hell it doesn’t,” Nayeon growled back, eyes narrowed harshly, “Y/N is my best friend and you, regrettably, are my brother.”

“Why don’t you ask your best friend, then?” He spat the words out almost viciously, “Ask her why I got called into a meeting with Taehyung, our father and her father, this morning.”

Your heart felt like it was going to fall out of your throat.

“What?” Your voice was quiet - little more than a whisper.

Jungkook’s eyes shifted for a moment and he softened - before his face became that impassive mask again. It was the Jungkook of Bangtan that stood before you. Not your Jungkook.

Not the Jungkook that used to pull on your hair when it got too long, or the Jungkook that taught you how to swim. This Jungkook was scary, unpredictable even.

“I suppose I should welcome you to the family,” His voice had lost all of it’s anger - it was just cold now, “Mrs Jeon.”

Your heart stopped.

“I….”

“What are you talking about, Jungkook?” Nayeon interrupted and though you wanted to look at her, your eyes seemed incapable of moving away from Jungkook’s.

He wasn’t glaring at you anymore, thank god, but now his face was just blank - unmoving. You recognised that look from your own father’s face. Long ago you’d dubbed it the Bangtan face. The way coldness seemed to freeze over any warmth. It frightened you more than any anger could.

“I’m marrying her,” He said, emotionless. Like a robot, “At the earliest opportunity, apparently.” His eyes flickered for a moment, and you thought you saw something gentle, in them. But it was soon replaced by that same, cold indifference.

“Me?” You squeaked, heart thundering in your ears.

Nayeon was silent. It was the first time in a long time that something had left her truly speechless, you reckoned.

When Jungkook nodded, once, sharply, your insides twisted.

“I’m sorry,” You felt the tears burning, but you refused to let them fall, “I didn’t… I never asked for this. I swear, I had no idea.”

The conversation you’d had with Nayeon just moments ago flashed through your mind. It was so ironic you almost wanted to laugh.

“Your feelings for me have become… Increasingly clear in the last few years.” Jungkook’s tone wasn’t cruel, but you felt the chill in it, “I suppose your father realised, as did mine. Taehyung has been wanting to marry me off for years, so he was only happy to accommodate.”

On the last word, you flinched.

Accommodate. Like you were a burden being handed to him.

“I’m sorry,” You repeated, although you weren’t entirely sure what you were apologising for. Was it your inability to keep your feelings under check? Should you really feel sorry for something you couldn’t really control?

“It’s not your fault, Y/N.” Nayeon had seemed to regain some of her sense, “You know how this world works. She didn’t choose this, Jungkook.”

But you could see that he blamed you.

And in some ways you understood. It was your clear feelings for him that had caused a matrimony that he didn’t want. Jungkook valued his independence, his freedom. He’d told Nayeon and yourself time and time again that he would try to delay his getting married as much as he could. Another twenty years, at least.

And now he was saddled with you.

You had taken away that freedom he treasured so dearly, without even meaning to.

“No I didn’t choose this but I am sorry,” You felt like you might crumble to dust under Jungkook’s stare, “I shouldn’t have made my feelings so clear.”

The words were difficult to say - was it really your fault that you loved him? - but they seemed to do the job. Jungkook’s shoulders relaxed and his face softened.

“So you didn’t ask for this?”

You shook your head once, rigidly.

“Then I’m sorry for getting angry,” He said gently, his eyes roving your face carefully. He was doing that thing he always did - he was trying to read you - the same way he read everyone.

But you were like a book to him, weren’t you? So open. So obvious. So easy to read. He barely needed to try.

Jungkook had never made it as clear as he had right now, that he knew you were in love with him. You supposed you should be embarrassed - and you were, to a degree. But some part of you, a much larger part, just felt sorry.

“And I’m sorry you had to find out like this.” He added, hands moving towards the pockets of the trousers he was wearing, “But in a month’s time, you will be Mrs Jeon Jungkook.” A month? You felt sick - like you might throw up.

This was all you’d ever dreamed of… But you didn’t want it like this. Forced and angry. You wanted love and passion and affection. Things you knew Jungkook didn’t feel for you.

Things you’d always worried he’d never feel for you.

You were content watching him from a distance but now? Now he was up close and personal, and you could barely meet his eyes.

Without another word, Jungkook slipped away from you, probably off to find some kind of alcohol to drown himself in. In one month you would be Mrs Jeon Jungkook…

“Oh Y/N.” Nayeon’s voice caught, and suddenly you realised you had started crying.

The man you loved probably hated you now and in a month you would become his wife. Any hope of Jungkook reciprocating your feelings for him disappeared.

It was all one big, scary mess.

You hadn’t spoken to Jungkook since the night he had told you about your upcoming nuptials. From the little information Nayeon had been able to gather, he wasn’t exactly thrilled at the prospect of having to marry you.

“He’ll come around,” She told you time and time again. But you could barely bring yourself to believe her.

It had been years of loving him. Years of watching him from far away and never being able to call him yours. Why would that change now?

How could it change when he probably despised you for this wedding?

You couldn’t bring yourself to hope for anything more than civility. Anything else would break your heart.

Everything about the wedding had been decided for you. Down to even the dress. You had tried things on, a mannequin for the women of your family and the Jeon family. Your mother had tried encouraging you to enjoy yourself, as had Nayeon, but nothing seemed to work.

“I’ll be married in a week,” Your stomach twisted, “And Jungkook hasn’t even looked at me since that night.”

“He’s just getting used to the idea Y/N.” Nayeon tried to convince you but it was as futile and pointless as ever.

“He hates me.”

“No he doesn’t. It’s Jungkook.”

You felt your heart pull uncomfortably. It was Jungkook. You wanted so badly for him to be yours - had spent years and months and hours thinking about it. And yet….

That would never happen.

Nayeon was helping you wrap up the wedding favours. Another thing you’d had no part in choosing. Jungkook’s mother had ordered bracelets for the women and cuffs for the men.

“Don’t you have someone else to do this?” Nayeon fiddled with the baby blue crepe paper, “I’m so bad at this.”

“I asked to do this.” You shrugged, “It was the only thing my mother trusted me with. I wanted to feel somewhat useful.”

“I’m sorry Y/N.”

Any hope of magic for your special day had been obliterated the moment Jungkook had confronted you. He would never accept this marriage as anything other than something he’d been forced into.

And he would probably always blame you for it.

“It’s alright,” You cleared your throat of the thick tears threatening to spill, “I never expected to choose anything for my own wedding anyway.”

“Still. This is meant to be exciting.” You laughed and it caught in your chest, sounding suspiciously like a sob.

“I’m marrying the love of my life and yet… I’m miserable,” You shook your head, “Only Bangtan could be capable of causing something like this.” Nayeon opened her mouth - maybe to tell you that her brother would come around - when a knock at the door stopped her.

“Yes?” You answered quietly, half expecting it to be your mother with yet another ridiculous demand.

The portal opened and revealed your husband to be - Jeon Jungkook - looking decidedly sheepish as his eyes met your own.

Sheepish? Jungkook? It couldn’t be.

“Your maid… Jennie. She let me in.”

You nodded and felt the questioning gaze of Nayeon flicker between both you and Jungkook. What was he doing here? You were curious, too.

“Could I… Nayeon…Could I talk to Y/N for a minute? Alone?”

Nayeon curled her top lip, “You’re not going to be an asshole to her again, are you?”

When Jungkook gave her a look that could freeze hell over Nayeon merely shrugged. Though they’d grown up in Bangtan - and though Jungkook was as dangerous as they come - Nayeon and him still shared a relatively normal sibling dynamic.

They were both stubborn of course, with tempers that could rival even the scariest Bangtan member…. But they loved each other.

And they were fiercely loyal. A Jeon trait, you’d come to learn.

“Just five minutes okay? Then you can continue to be a pain in the ass,” Jungkook glared at his sister as Nayeon stood, eyes narrowed.

“I’ll be just next door Y/N. Scream if he pisses you off.”

She patted your hand, face still scowling at her brother. He flipped her off before she pulled a face, sliding out of the room with a quiet click of the door. When you were alone with Jungkook, your heart felt like it was going to crawl out of your mouth.

His eyes were almost warm as he turned to you again.

“Y/N I wanted to… Apologise, for my behaviour at the party earlier this month,” He seemed genuinely sorry, “And for…” He trailed off before clearing his throat again, “And for ignoring you, the last few weeks. This marriage has been difficult for me to process.”

You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak.

“But I wanted to come here and tell you that… If we’re getting married to one another, then I suppose we should try to get along for the sake of our own sanity.” He stepped towards you and almost looked like he wanted to touch you, but thought better of it, “But that doesn’t - I don’t…” He paused and you noticed his eyes seemed almost sad, “I know how you feel about me, Y/N. But I can’t… Promise anything. I’ll be kind to you like I’ve always been. And we might grow closer because of this marriage but… That’s all I can offer.”

You knew what he was saying.

He was happy to be your friend. Maybe to even warm your bed at night.

But Jungkook would never love you as you loved him.

You nodded, mutely, feeling that if you said a word you might break down in tears. And you refused to let him see you that way, no matter how much your heart ached.

“I don’t want you to resent me, Y/N. But I’m not… I’m not a man of commitment. You understand, don’t you?” You almost laughed in his face.

He wasn’t a man of commitment? Jeon Jungkook spent every day of his life committed to the cause of Bangtan. He was willing to fight for it. To die for it.

It wasn’t commitment he didn’t want - it was you.

He didn’t have to lie to try and placate you. You were a big girl. Stronger than he took you for.

“You will never love me as I love you.” You said, voice hollow, “Is that what you’re trying to say Jungkook?”

He winced, “I’m sorry.”

The words hurt you more than if he’d slapped you across the face. He was sorry?

“Please don’t apologise,” Your chest twinged, “There’s nothing to feel sorry for.” The way he was looking at you made everything a million times worse. You felt like a glass vase, teetering off the edge, about ready to shatter into a thousand pieces.

After a moment you cleared your throat, “How long?”

He raised a dark brow, “What?” “How long have you known about my… Um… Feelings for you.”

Jungkook shifted, clearly uncomfortable, but you decided you didn’t really care. If you were going to spend the rest of your life committed to a man that didn’t want you, the least he could do is give you this much.

“Since your sixteenth birthday party.”

The memory seared your heart and your stomach fluttered. Even thinking of it now, almost ten years later, caused something indescribable to pass through you.

It had been a summer’s evening - you were born in late August.

Your mother had planned this overly flamboyant affair (she had a flair for the dramatics, clearly) and though you hadn’t wanted to attend, you’d done so anyway, not wanting to upset her after all her hard work.

And of course, she’d invited all the girls from Bangtan’s most powerful families including your arch nemesis at the time - Jihyo.

Jihyo was as beautiful as she was mean, and though she was a little older than you were she never passed up the opportunity to humiliate you. Your birthday was no different.

When you’d turned up in that ridiculous excuse of a dress - a frilly, pink puff pastry of a thing - Jihyo had spent all evening making fun of you in corners, and whispering cruel things behind your back.

Nayeon had threatened to bite her nose off but the both of you knew she was untouchable. Jihyo was the Taehyung’s father’s niece. She moved around the room like she owned it (and in a way she did) and it wasn’t until she made a comment about the angle of your mouth that Jungkook had stepped towards you and taken your hand.

Of course, Jihyo seethed with anger and jealousy all night.

All the Bangtan girls wanted just a little of Jungkook’s attention - but he spent all evening treating you like a princess. He laughed at your jokes, and danced with you, and even tucked your curls behind your ears.

And you knew it was only because Jihyo was a bully and Nayeon was his little sister so you were too, in a way, but it didn’t really matter. Because that evening it was like he’d plucked the moon right out of the sky and placed it in your pocket.

That was how special you’d felt.

And that was the Jungkook you fell in love with.

You nodded, once, sharply and then took a deep, calming breath.

“You don’t have to worry, okay?” Your voice was shaking but you forced yourself to move past it, “I won’t let my feelings for you get in the way of things. Ever. I know what this marriage means to you.”

For a moment - just one moment - it seemed like something close to regret flashed past Jungkook’s eyes. But it was gone before you were even sure you’d seen it.

“Thank you, Y/N.” He bowed gently and you tried to smile.

It was only later on, when Nayeon came back with a cup of chamomile to calm your nerves, and a sympathetic smile to stroke your pain, that you finally gave way to the tears that had threatened to spill since Jungkook’s arrival.

This was all a fucking mess.

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