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Spend the Night: Ch. 33

~Coauthored by @zeitghest~

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

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

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

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

Rating: T

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When you're forced to live in a mask for the rest of your years You pick up a thing or two about bone-chilling fear And we just wanna share with you everything we learned All the pain and suffering, tenfold in return We're not gonna lie to you, this is gonna hurt 'Cause now it's your turn

~We Know What Scares You by Tryhardninja, Halocene~

To Henry and Charlie's mild surprise, Evan's hand shot into the air. He'd stopped crying now, tear-streaked face wiped clean by the caring hands—and now-damp shirt—of his older sister. He moved away from her now, taking the sledgehammer that Cassidy had stored nearby and dragging it over to the arcade console. It seemed like it would be too heavy for his tiny frame, but with his android strength combined with the flash of defiant hunger in his eyes at finally getting revenge for all his family and friends' torment, Evan hoisted the weapon up like it was nothing but air.

With a sickening crack of breaking glass and machinery, the Midnight Motorist display screen was destroyed in one hit. Sparks flew out of the console, spitting angrily as if William's very soul was frothing at the mouth with unbridled rage that finally his plans of resurrection were foiled for good.

“Nice job, Evan!” Michael cheered, and Evan absolutely beamed at his older brother's praise.

“Thanks, Mikey!” he replied, then looked to the group with a questioning tilt of his sweet, innocent head. “Who's next?!”

Gregory had gaped in surprise at Evan's strength in his fresh new android body. After rising to his feet, Gregory would cheer him on alongside the others. Charlie came forth, hesitant as Cassidy made a move towards the game—only to drop in an ostentatious bow.

“No, please, I insist you go first,” Cassidy said, much to Charlie's surprise. Maybe all those years of hanging out with Evan’s softer personality had finally rubbed off on her. After Charlie thanked her, Cassidy would make it known to the whole room: “But I called next, got it?”

There was a smile on Charlie’s face, ancient tears dried as she carefully picked the sledgehammer from Evan's hands. Charlie motioned for Evan to back up, using the space around her to wind up a swing. She swept the legs out from under the tabletop game, the already busted glass breaking completely out of the case now.

“WOO! Take that, you old fuck!” Charlie shrieked with pure elation, though quickly apologized as she remembered the company of Freddy and her own dad. Cassidy rushed to her side, staring at the now smoldering machine.

“Oh man... That's like—did we hit a lithium battery or something?” Cassidy giggled, not worried for their health with obvious reasons. However, the idea of William exploding was playing in her mind on a loop that couldn't help but make her snicker.

“Looks like it,” Henry piped up, arms crossed over his chest and a satisfied smirk on his face. He let out a laugh of his own as all eyes turned to him. “Now, under normal circumstances I'd never condone this, so don't you kids start getting any ideas...” He raised a stern eyebrow, though the absolute shit-eating grin underneath it counteracted whatever seriousness he was trying to go for. “But I think, after all the fucking bullshit you've been though, I can selectively not hear any curses that might come out of your mouths for the next five minutes while you smash that thing to smithereens. What do you think, Freddy?”

Henry looked over at the bear, who was wearing a wide smile of his own. With demure tilt of his head, Freddy added in a tone of fake surprise: “Oh, will you look at that—my profanity filter seems to be temporarily turned off as well. What a coincidence!”

“I knew you were always the best one, Fazbear!” Henry said, jovially patting him on the back. There was a collective swell in the room as the kids started to process the temporary power they'd been given, and Mike couldn't help but let out a snort.

“Uncle Henry, you have no idea what you've just done...,” he commented, a delirious chuckle threatening to spill out of his mouth at any given second.

Gregory gasped, standing from his crouched position by the computer on the floor. Excitedly making his way towards the Midnight motorist game, he began stomping the more brittle pieces, snapping plastic casing away from the smoldering remains.

“Take this you dumb piece of shit!” Gregory laughed before feeling Cassidy's hand on his shoulder.

“Woah! Woah! Save some for me! Smashing him was my idea!” Cassidy whined slightly, though she wasn't really all that upset, laughing at the way Gregory chose to curse. For once, the two managed to get along as Gregory pulled her closer. Together they kicked at the remains before its damaged motherboard began to spark.

Far off and standing by Michael, Elizabeth watched with crossed arms. She didn't need to join in. She spent so long being angry, Liz felt the very notion tire her soul out. Though she would never forgive her father, she didn't want to expunge the energy needed it took to continuously hate him forever.

“God damn!” Liz mentioned, watching as Gregory stomped unperturbed by the slowly growing electrical fire. “Don't burn yourself, Gregory! Hahaha—” Liz couldn’t help but laugh at the kid’s eagerness to destroy what remained of their father.

“Watch your feet, superstar!” Freddy called, a flash of concern crossing his face as the little flame sparked and fizzled. Looking to at the oldest adult in the room, he said to Henry: “I do not think we should let that grow much larger...”

“Don't worry,” Henry reassured, hands on his hips as he watched the kids have their dark fun. “Between Michael and me, we're experts on fires by now.” After a glance up at Freddy showed this comment only made the bear more concerned, Henry chuckled and jerked a thumb towards a desk, underneath which a plethora of bright red fire extinguishers sat waiting for this very moment. “Ennard snagged some extinguishers before things went down tonight—we've got it covered, Freddy.”

Standing behind his siblings, Mike leaned forward and draped his arms around their shoulders to pull them into a tight hug. Unable to stand his giddiness he then pressed a quick kiss to each of their cheeks, laughing heartily as the pair instantly started wiping away his nonexistent spit.

“EW, Mike—that's gross!” Evan shrieked, which only caused Michael to laugh even louder.

“Yeah, yeah, suck it up!” he replied, refusing to release them even as the pair struggled. Though, based on how lightly they pushed against his arms, he could tell they didn't really want him to let go anyway.

“Gross, Michael,” Liz remarked, worming her way under his arm to give him the tightest squeeze. The odds of all of this having eventually worked out better for the bulk of them made Liz happier than berating her deadbeat dad ever could.

For one brief moment she looked to Evan, happy to see that being inside a new robot hadn't been giving him too much anxiety off the bat. From what Cassidy told him, he cried for the first two years of being stuck together… That didn't even include the time that Evan was alone.

As a small fire broke out Gregory fell back to avoid being burned, only to be caught by Charlie who's quick thinking made Liz laugh.

“Freddy warned you!” she called, and Gregory waved a hand dismissively her way.

“I'm hardly burned! Hey, uh... How do you use a fire extinguisher anyway?” he asked curiously while Cassidy left to fetch it.

“Uh... You use the hose? Duh,” the ghost replied, as if it were that simple.

“Let me help,” Henry said, retrieving his own extinguisher. Together he and Cassidy worked to control the flame, allowing it just enough spark to catch on the next piece of shattered equipment and reduce it to smoldering ash before quenching this particular section of fire. They didn't want to risk leaving anything salvageable at the end of all this.

Evan had been too distracted by the quick shift in bodies and subsequent well-deserved torture of his father to really register the android he was currently in. However, as things began to calm down his enhanced senses started coming into play—he could feel the warmth on his back as Michael held him close, the fabric of Lizzie's clothing as she pulled him into the family group hug, the vague remnants of dried tears on his cheeks... It was wonderful to be able to feel again, but something about this whole thing was beginning to tug at Evan's nerves.

After dislodging himself from his siblings—which was quite the feat—he wandered over to Charlie. She and Gregory were watching Henry, Cassidy, and Freddy work, the bear having joined in to assist with flame control. Tugging on the sleeve of the kind spirit who'd watched over him all this time, Evan quietly asked: “Hey, Charlie? Thanks for getting me out of Fredbear, but, um... a-am I stuck in this body now?”

Charlie had given him a quizzical look. She then relaxed, figuring Evan would be more uncomfortable in spectral form. This was totally fine in her book—goodness knows the boy deserved to be out of a robot for the rest of eternity if he wanted. He’d given the android a test run and Charlie knew Henry wouldn’t be offended if he kept it as backup from now on.

“Not if you don’t want to!” Charlie made that clear. She reached for Evan’s head, chuckling a little to herself as she took back her Gift. “Always feels wrong doing this. But if you’re fine with being a ghost…”

It didn’t take long. The separation was nearly instant as Evan’s robotic body shut its eyes, falling like a ragdoll to the ground. It was an odd sight as Charlie guided his spirit back onto the floor as well.

“Yeah! Who needs those stuffy robot bodies?” Cassidy remarked, then looked between the four people who outnumbered those without androids. “Uh… No offense to you guys! It’s probably weird being cooped up like that again.”

“Thanks, Charlie!” Evan sighed in relief, shaking out all his limbs. Just like Cassidy proclaimed, the thought of being trapped up in another robot wasn’t something Evan wanted to entertain if he could help it. This ghost form was light and free, and while there were benefits to having a body Evan much preferred the ability to go wherever and whenever he wanted without the restriction of solidity. Honestly, he’d been kind of jealous watching Cassidy warp through walls the past few days…

Once satisfied that he’d stretched out a good amount of 40-odd years of stiffness, Evan moved to stand in front of Gregory with a spring in his step. Holding out a hand, he grinned and said:

“Hi for real, twin from the future!” He giggled at his own little joke. “See, I said you looked just like me!”

By this point the Midnight Motorist game was nothing but a black spot of lightly smoking ash and extinguisher debris. Setting the red canister on the floor, Henry gently picked up the discarded android and carried it away to its cabinet until Evan was ready to try it out again.

Gregory glanced at Evan, staring him up and down as he finally took stock of his appearance. As with the others, he’d been so caught up in ensuring William’s demise he hadn’t gotten a chance to process everything else that’d come out of this crazy night.

“What the fuck?!” Gregory would laugh, grasping onto Evan’s hand before using it as leverage to raise himself back to his feet. Gregory, when given free range of speech without repercussion, seemed to have a little sailor mouth not unlike Michael’s. “Dude—you weren’t kidding!”

To Gregory, everyone’s reactions made so much sense now. He thought they may have been misremembering the way Evan looked after so long, but even now he could see how the poor kid’s own father mistook Gregory for his own…

“Am I looking in a mirror, or what?” he remarked, a wide grin spreading across his face. Cassidy discarded the extinguisher, quickly swiveling her gaze between the boys.

“Oh look—it’s Evan and Evan’s clone,” she teased, making Gregory roll his eyes.

“Double-trouble,” Michael muttered with a smirk, ruffling their hair aggressively and cackling at the identical cries of annoyance and vain attempts to push him away.

“Mike, you realize one of these days they’re going to team up against you, right?” Henry warned, settling next to his daughter and putting an arm around her shoulders. Knowing Henry’s claim was a very real possibility, Michael was quick to release his brothers and take a few steps back, palms raised in supplication.

“Hey, no hard feelings, right?” he asked, though his twitching grin detracted from his sincerity. He would surely bother his siblings whenever he got the chance—but never again would there be malice behind any of his actions.

Evan rolled his eyes and shoved Michael’s hip, the man making a dramatic show of being pushed off-balance that caused Evan to snicker. Freddy watched this display with a soft smile, intrigued to see how everyone got along when the looming threat of an immortal murderer was well and truly gone. The relief in the air was palpable, and despite the terror and uncertainty of the past few nights, Freddy was glad he’d been able to be there for those who needed him.

Speaking of time passing…

“Oh—it is nearly 5:15 am,” Freddy spoke up, blinking rapidly as he checked his internal clock. “If we would like to get out of the Pizzaplex before dayshift, we should start moving… There are still a few things we must do.”

Lizzie laughed at them. It was so easy to see Gregory becoming close to their family already. Good thing, because that Remnant wasn’t going away anytime soon. She bumped Michael with her hip when Evan pushed him closer to her. “You could barely handle two younger siblings. How on Earth are you going to manage three?”

Charlie had been hugging onto her dad, surreptitiously wiping a small stream of tears off on his ethereal shirt. At Freddy’s watchful observation Charlie shifted to hold Henry by the shoulders and meet his gaze. “I’m going to find Sammy, Dad. Apparently he owns this whole building.”

“Does he now?” Henry let out a soft chuckle. “Well, well… make sure all that power hasn’t gone to your brother's head, will you?”

To Gregory, Freddy alerting them was like his dad telling him to wrap up hanging out with his friends. Without even thinking, Gregory pulled Evan in for a quick hug.

“We’re gonna hang out again soon, okay?” He spoke with a determination in his voice. Cassidy quickly piled into the hug, and Lizzie was soon to follow—though the sheer instability of their unbalanced embrace had the group of kids falling over into a giggling pile on the dirty ground.

“We’re gonna hang out tons!” Evan confirmed after the laughter died down. He stood, helping Cassidy to her feet. “I want to see what this new place is like—Cassidy says it’s so different from all the other restaurants!”

“I think you all will have a great deal of fun in the Pizzaplex,” Freddy said, and Evan turned to stare up at him. After a second’s hesitation, he wrapped his arms around the bear’s leg to give him a brief squeeze before stepping back.

“Thanks for helping, Freddy,” Evan muttered quietly, falling back to Lizzie’s side. He wasn’t afraid of this particular Glamrock model in the slightest, but his lingering nerves towards any large animatronics still caused him to revert to shyness.

“There is no need to thank me; I am glad I could be there for my friends, no matter how new they may be,” Freddy responded kindly, then offered a hand for Gregory to take. “Shall we go?”

“We’ll be back soon,” Michael reassured, patting Cassidy on the shoulder before giving his siblings a final hug, then moving onto Henry.

With a battle they long dreaded finally coming to a satisfying end and a happy farewell, the Faz-gang hurried for the surface. As they traveled out into the darkness, Charlie walked behind Gregory. She was shaking her hands over his shaggy—albeit greasy—hair, squealing in praise: “You did so well back there, Gregory! Isn't he such a cool kid, guys?”

It'd been a long time since she felt this good; that she didn't have to worry so much.

“Shut up; you were so badass!” Gregory laughed. “The way you kicked the charging pod door closed was priceless!”

“Aw, shucks.” She feigned humility, then jabbed an elbow into Mike’s side. “And you two? Dude, you guys were ruthless.”

“I would say that our ruse worked perfectly,” Freddy commented, causing the group to grin up at him.

As they neared one of the staircases that would take them up to a higher level, there was a sudden movement in one of the dark corners. The group stilled, watching the huge, lurching shape come towards them, and for a horrible moment wondered if they'd somehow gotten it wrong—was William still roaming the Pizzaplex, having miraculously escaped the data transfer?

However, as Ennard stepped underneath a hanging lightbulb everyone relaxed. Well, three out of four in the group, at least.

“For fuck's sake, Ennard!” Michael groaned, raking a hand over his face. Then he paused, realizing something that needed to be addressed before they left. “Oh—actually, you know what? I have something to tell you.”

Of course Ennard was completely fixed on Mike, all eyes staring unblinkingly at his face. At this point it didn't even phase the android, who simply met the demented clown's gaze with a serious one of his own, arms crossed in front of his chest. “Now listen—the four of us are going to leave the Pizzaplex soon, and you need to stay here. We're coming back, so don't... come looking for me, or anything. Just stay down here out of sight and listen to Henry—got it?”

Michael hated subjecting his uncle to Ennard's attention in his stead, but at least he wasn't scared for the ghost's well-being... and he was sure that the second he set foot inside the Pizzaplex again, Ennard would be waiting eagerly in the nearest vent for a glimpse of his “friend.”

Much to everyone's stunned, silent gazes, it was almost a relief to see Ennard okay. They did a good job at keeping a close watch on them as per Michael’s instruction, up until the very end where they’d had their own part to play in the ruse. Where Gregory figured that Ennard would obey, they instead rubbed their arm bashfully.

“STAY..? B... BUT WE HELPED.” Ennard had worked hard. Being trapped here again meant no freedom. No freedom meant they couldn't go with Michael or the rest. They were trapped. Trapped like back at Circus Baby's Rentals.

No. This couldn't be happening again.

“WE DON'T UNDERSTAND...” Their voice sounded somewhat betrayed, the garbled tone harder to comprehend when feeling this intense emotion.

“You helped a great deal,” Freddy stepped in, deciding it best to take over before Michael went back to sulking. He'd hate for the man to lose his good mood so soon, and Freddy also knew how to use a bit more tact when speak to Ennard at this point. Smiling gratefully, the bear continued:

“We thank you for everything you have done, Ennard. It is not that we do not want you to come with us—” There was a grumble from Michael, which quickly turned into a yelp as Charlie's bony elbow jabbed into his side. Unfazed, Freddy went on. “It is just that there are a few things we need to sort out before we can bring anyone else along—not just you.”

Freddy left unspoken the fact that Ennard would scare the living daylights out of most people they came across, as this was a given. Instead he chose to focus on the positive, hoping that giving Ennard something to look forward to would make them accept staying behind a little easier.

“As Michael said, we will return soon—we promise we will not abandon any of you. Perhaps when we come back I can introduce you to some of the other animatronics, if they are functional again. You may be able to visit them during the night shift and make some more friends.” He hummed, tilting his head in thought. “Hmm... yes, I can already think of at least one you may get along with rather well. It will just take a bit more time, alright?”

Ennard tilted their head with interest, now looking at the situation in a new light. They approached the group, slow and hopeful that their friends wouldn’t be alarmed at the proximity.

“WE AGREE...,” they replied, sounding somewhat melancholy as they went to pass them in the hallway. They slunk around with eyes that wandered and flicked back to Michael every now and then. “YOU'LL BE BACK.”

It wasn't a lie, as far as Ennard could tell. After Charlie dislodged her elbow from between the faux flesh on Michael's ribs, she waved at the amalgamation.

“We'll see you soon, buddy! Take it easy think of all the awesome robot friends you’re going to make soon,” she encouraged, to which Ennard would give her a thumbs up—making sure to graze a wire or two over Michael's shoulders and they squeezed on by him.

“HAVE FUN... PLEASE COME BACK AND SEE US SOON...”

Gregory waved too, feeling a little bad for Ennard. But they were just way too conspicuous to take into the public eye. They needed to focus on the little quartet making it through alright by themselves for now. There still wasn't a good, concrete plan put into place for how exactly to do that.

Michael brushed Ennard away, but in a surprisingly non-aggressive manner. As much as it pained him to admit, Ennard had helped them and kept their word of watching over Gregory. As if reading the kid's mind, once they were climbing the stairs and fully out of Ennard's sight, Michael spoke up hesitantly.

“So, uh... what exactly are we going to do when we get out? Because I don't know about you guys, but I don't have any money. Or ID. Or... anything.”

He used to have those things, but they'd been burned to a crisp along with his original body in the diner fire. The only one who could have anything remotely close to things they'd need was Gregory, although they'd established already that he had no money—and any form of ID would be useless because he was only twelve and it would link him to the foster care system that may or may not have noticed his disappearance by now. Mike desperately hoped that Gregory was one of the unfortunate kids to have fallen through the cracks—a horrible thing to happen for anyone but the immortal boy who'd been adopted by an animatronic bear and two android siblings.

“—Cool.” Gregory smirked. “We're off the grid.”

He probably didn't even consider the fact they needed all of those things to do anything.

“All we need to do is get jobs! That'll be easy,” Gregory convinced himself. Once they all had money, then they could live somewhere. “Besides, if we need a place to sleep, there's this old van from like... The 70's or something in a junkyard around here. It's got a smelly water bed in the back and it's pretty comfy—”

Charlie winced. How long had this kid been on the run for?

“No—one, you're too young to work.” Charlie burst Gregory's bubble. “Second, we're not going to sleep in a decrepit old van... Unless we don't have a better option.”

It was at that moment that Freddy realized his knowledge of the outside world might be a bit... lacking, to say the least. He knew that people needed jobs to make money, which was obviously used to obtain everything. He’d been designed as a mascot for a Mega Corporation after all and was used to people spending exorbitant amounts of money for the smallest things.

But... how would they get to that point? He hadn't even considered needing identification. His adoptive children might be able to finagle their way into obtaining something, but what about Freddy? He was literally created as a bear, for goodness sake—how would that translate to a human identity? He didn't even know how old he was supposed to be in this new body he would soon take over, let alone what last name he should take on since Fazbear was clearly out of the question.

“We'll figure something out,” Michael said determinately. “Worst case, maybe I can throw around the Afton name a little—or better yet, the Emily one.” He raised an eyebrow at Charlie. “Your brother's still alive, and Fazbear Entertainment is famous; maybe we can find a cheap hotel close by and convince them we have a room booked under Sammy's name? I'm sure we can raid the registers around here for cash, too! Well, unless they clean them out at the end of the day...”

He trailed off, scratching the back of his head, and that's when he remembered the wound he'd sustained earlier. His nails came away coppery with dried blood, making Michael wince.

“Ah, crap... Hey, Gregory, would you mind fixing something in my systems before we move Freddy over to his android? Something got out of whack when I had an, um... incident with you know who earlier.”

“Crap, what’d you do?” Gregory asked. It was his turn to be concerned. The trail of dried blood leading from a crack at the crown of Mike’s skull made Gregory cringe at the sight.

“Dude, you need to stop getting so messed up,” Gregory chided. He tried to look everywhere else but the wound on his head. He’d have to suck up whatever repulsion he had from the sight of it later when they had access to tools. “That jerk really hit your head… Piece of—”

Gregory bit his lip to stop himself from cursing. Charlie gave Michael a sympathetic look, but agreed with him nevertheless.

“I’m going to go find Sammy after we make sure your head isn’t messed up… Well, more messed up than usual.” Charlie corrected herself, teasing him gently as they approached Rockstar Row. “Who knows—maybe Sam can help us out! He probably wouldn’t mind; after all we’re family!”

“I'm fine,” Michael said with a roll of his eyes. “I got an alert saying a gyroscope was out of whack, but other than the wound itself I'm pretty sure that's the only thing wrong.”

“I am sorry we could not help you at the time,” Freddy murmured, frowning at the blood smears. Michael shook his head with a smile.

“You guys had a job to do. And hey, now we have at least a little plan!” He shoved his hands in his pockets, subconsciously looking for danger as they approached Freddy's door. “We'll fix up my head, find Sammy if he's around, then get you in your new body.”

“Alright,” Freddy relented, not feeling the need to press the matter. He decided to knock on the door, remembering that Vanessa and Hannah were still inside, and was mildly surprised it was opened by the ghost. “Oh! Hello, Hannah; how are you?”

“I'm fine!” she said, peering around Freddy's leg to see the others, her eyes widening at the sight of everyone covered in grime and soot. “Whoa, you guys are so dirty... what did you do?!”

Before anyone could give Hannah a rational answer, Gregory hopped into the front of the group—probably being the filthiest of them all. His apparent grime dusted off of him in small clouds with each movement.

“We put an old man inside a video game and smashed it! It was intense!” he said with all the excitement of a child who’d just finally been told he could have a puppy. He moved inside of Freddy’s room all with the intention of telling Hannah every detail he could remember from the final fight with William Afton.

Charlie shared a look with Freddy and Michael, figuring they could afford to let Gregory relax and unwind with his new friend for a few minutes.

“Ness? You still here?” she called out, wondering if she had already decided to head on out before dayshift showed up.

“Yeah, I’m here.” Vanessa’s exhausted and worry-ridden voice came from the direction of the couch. She stood in front of it, having jumped up at the knock on the door, hand relaxing from where it’d been poised on her walkie to alert the others of an intruder. Hesitantly, she asked: “So is it… done?”

“It’s done,” Michael confirmed, watching Gregory excitedly explain the details to an astounded-looking Hannah. Turning back to Vanessa, he offered her a smile. “He can’t hurt anyone ever again.”

“Oh thank fuck,” Vanessa breathed out in a rush, pressing a hand to her heart. She took a second to process the fact that she was indeed free of the mind control she’d been under for far too long, then glanced at Hannah. “We’ve just stayed here—she played the arcade game for a bit but then she got bored and we’ve just been… talking. She’s a sweet kid.” Her voice caught on the last word, and Vanessa cleared her throat.

For Hannah’s part, the little girl was now 100% confident that the entity who’d kidnapped her and the woman who’d been watching over her for the past hour or so were not the same by any means. She couldn’t find it in her to blame Vanessa for her death, whose genuine remorse was palpable in every apologetic word and guilty expression.

“Perhaps after she and Gregory have a few more minutes together, Cassidy can take Hannah down with the others?” Freddy suggested softly, looking to Charlie. He had a feeling Cassidy might not appreciate another random summons, but the other option was for one of their quartet to trek down to be basement again to show Hannah the way, which they simply didn’t have time for.

Charlie watched as the young ghost acclimated well to her new existence. With Gregory telling her the colorful details of their daring battle with her killer, Charlie could feel her heart clench. Then Freddy’s words pulled her from the thoughtful stupor.

“Oh yeah; good thinking. I’ll call her soon.” Now Cassidy was in a better mood, Charlie reasoned the girl would be glad to make a new friend. Honestly, she was more worried about Vanessa.

“Are you going to be alright, though?” Charlie asked genuinely. After all, Vanessa never had a choice to be involved in all this, just like the rest of them. “It… It’s okay if you’re not fine, y’know?

After all, the majority of them were by all means not fine. Though Charlie knew they all had each other to get by… That raised the question if Vanessa had anyone who worried about her the way their Faz-family cared.

Vanessa gave a short, humorless laugh. “Not really, but… I’ll get better eventually—I hope. It’s just… so raw right now.”

The guard grimaced, looking to the floor.

“I still don’t remember everything, but I know enough to confidently say that William fucked up my entire life. I… I want the parents of those kids down there to know what happened. Not the details, of course, but at the very least they deserve finality that their children aren’t coming back.” She swallowed heavily, the air suddenly thick with the weight of William’s crimes against the innocent. “I’ll… I mean, I want you to know that I’m not going to say anything you don’t want me too. Honestly, I don’t think anyone would believe me… but I’ll wait until you all get things settled before speaking out.”

“Thanks, Vanessa,” Michael responded softly. He met her gaze, offering a small, sympathetic smile. “I promise we’ll do everything we still can for those kids. Who knows—maybe more of them are still hanging around like Hannah, waiting for Charlie to give them a second chance.”

“…You really think so?” Vanessa asked hesitantly, looking over towards the little girl. She was so lively and animated listening to Gregory’s tale, it was hard to believe she was actually a ghost who’d been killed in such a brutal, unceremonious way barely a week prior.

Charlie had been thinking on this topic since leaving the basement. Even with all of the safety features that Sammy kept inside this facility, there was still the aftermath of a “tragic accident” at a Freddy's location. Every single building that had to do with this IP turned into a murder scene. Like the very name was cursed. She always wondered if Evan's death had triggered it—just an unfortunate chain of events that led to the latest killing spree leaving nine kids dead and one brainwashing victim traumatized.

And one boy left permanently scarred as well, given an experimental drug that clouded his eyes stark silver...

For Charlie, it was easier not to think about. It's what the franchise had been doing for years after all. She'd have to bring up coming clean about everything to Sam with they finally met again. Charlie had been in a somewhat nervous mood since this realization—and Vanessa mentioning it just now made her chew on the corner of her finger in thought.

“—I want to do my best to help them. And... I don't know how we're going to do this. It might bankrupt Sam and we’ve got to be super careful not to incriminate him, but we have to tell the police something,” Charlie remarked, knowing the families must miss these kids be worried sick not knowing where their children disappeared to. Of course, it all felt too personal; too close to home for Charlie to take lightly.

“...Look,” Michael began with a heavy sigh. “Not that I'm condoning keeping this from the public, because this damn franchise has been hiding things for way too long... But let's just give it at least one more day, okay? We can find Sammy and get his opinion on the whole thing, and we'll figure out where to go from there.” He glanced at Vanessa with a raised eyebrow. “You're going to get a lot of heat for this, you know, regardless of how we spin it.”

“I know,” she agreed with an expression of acceptance. “I'm ready for whatever the consequences are. I might not’ve actually done the deed, but I'm still responsible for all those missing kids.”

There was another pregnant pause, before Vanessa's shoulders slumped with exhaustion. “Alright, if there's nothing else you need, I think I'm going to go home. Can you tell Hannah goodbye for me? I... don't think I can face her again. Not tonight.”

“We will,” Freddy reassured, giving Vanessa a smile. “Please try and get some rest.”

“I'll do my best; you all do the same.” Vanessa spared one more glance at the kids, who were still involved in their own world. Then, with a half-hearted wave she slipped out of Freddy's room and made her way for the main exit.

Once the door closed, Freddy walked into the back area to grab a toolkit used for quick, basic repairs so the group wouldn't have to go to Parts & Service to get Michael fixed up. As he did so Mike took a seat on the couch, calling over to his brother with a little smirk: “Hey, Gregory, any chance you could help me sometime in the next century? Charlie's going to get Cassidy to take Hannah down to the others.”

Gregory’s face was red. He had completely forgotten about Mike's busted skull in his grand recounting of events.

“Crap—sorry, Mike! I’ll come look at your head!” he replied without trouble. Gregory’s pale eyes flicked back to the girl and he promised with a subdued smile: “I don’t know when I’ll be back, but I’ll come visit you guys as often as I can.”

He didn’t want to seem too eager to hang out with her. As Charlie came beside them, she touched Hannah’s shoulder.

“Hey! Did you have a fun time chilling in Freddy’s room?” she decided to ask, attempting to gauge the ghost’s mood before meeting with Cassidy. Despite their differences Charlie personally came to love Cassidy as a close friend, though was fully aware that Cas could be a bit much upon first meeting her.

“Oh, uh... yeah!” Hannah replied, frowning a little at the whiplash of her conversation with Gregory being cut short only to start a new one with Charlie. She also realized that Vanessa was gone, and while Hannah was a little peeved the woman hadn't even said goodbye, she couldn't really blame her—Vanessa looked ready to fall right off the couch from exhaustion towards the end. Tilting her head, Hannah asked: “So... what now?”

“You can stick around if you want—we’re going to be leaving for a little while. But I have a few friends your age that would love to hang out with you. My dad’s around here too, and he’ll take really good care of you!” Vaguely, Charlie wondered how long Henry planned to linger. Then again, some people can’t choose when they pass on. Charlie did what she could to twist the threads of fate, but sometimes they snapped before she could get a firm handle.

While the girls conversed Freddy joined Mike and Gregory at the couch, handing over the toolkit so the boy could work. Despite all the blood matted in Michael's hair, the wound itself thankfully wasn't too intense—a bit of poking around on Gregory's part should do the trick to get him back to rights again.

Gregory had to access a switch he found between a flap of fake skin on the back of Michael’s head, just under his hairline. It almost made Gregory pass out when the back of his brother’s head flipped forward to reveal the intricate endoskeleton underneath.

“Fuck—” He gasped, covering his mouth before rasping out an apology to his dad. “—Sorry I… I mean just look at that.”

How could he be blamed? Gregory didn’t think it was going to open up in such a way, and though he was aware Michael’s body was robotic there was a stark difference between accessing the inner workings of the Glamrocks versus a humanoid vessel. Regardless, Gregory spotted the problem right away.

“Oh, the housing for the gyroscope is loose. Easy—Dad, can you pass me a hex wrench?” he asked, holding out his tiny palm.

***

At the main entrance to the Mega Pizzaplex stood a very distraught CEO, feeling a stress headache coming on as the day staff lead explained the current status of his once-beautiful building. The sheer state of the damages was going to cost him dearly. Just when sales began to peak, he had to renovate the place again?

“Sophie…,” he murmured lowly, interrupting the girl. “Where is Vanessa?”

He sounded one part mortified and two parts silently infuriated. The normally calm man watched Sophie clam up, floundering in her speech.

“Uh—I… I’m sorry—I really don’t know. She’s kinda been avoiding me. No one could get a hold of you over the weekend either, Boss…,” Sophie explained meekly.

Mr. Emily wiped his hand roughly down his face in frustration, knowing it was partially his fault for not guiding them but unable to admit it while he was this upset. “—Fuck it. I’ll call her. She can’t just not explain any of this!”

As Vanessa's hand reached the push-bar of the main entrance doors, she was mortified to see none other than Sammy Emily, the CEO of Fazbear Entertainment marching in her direction. Her eyes widened in utter terror and she backed up, wondering if she'd be able to dart into a closet and hide until he passed by. Unfortunately, it was too late—upon catching sight of her, Sam let out a surprised exclamation and picked up his pace, soon bursting into the lobby with fire in his eyes.

“Oh shi—um, hello, Mr. Emily! I-I didn't expect to see you for another few days!” Vanessa greeted with a weak smile, crumbling into herself. God, she was so fired...

Mr. Emily held out his arms in a matter of fact gesture as if to say, ‘Yet here I am anyway.’

“Hm—the meeting went well!” he said through grating teeth. Samuel could feel another grey hair coming in on the back of his head. “Now, if my new stockholders decide to come by, they can see how majorly they fucked up.” He smiled, but there was no joy in his eyes. “Yep. They’ll say: ‘wow I sure do regret investing in this dump.’ Vanessa—what the hell happened?!”

Ness opened her mouth to speak, then promptly shut it again. She had no clue what to say. No excuse she had could truly make Mr. Emily understand what went down. Well, if she was going to be fired anyway, there was no point in lingering—Vanessa was fucking exhausted.

“Honestly, Mr. Emily?” she began, moving around him towards the front door. “Some major shit went down this weekend; that's really all I can tell you. I'd suggest you visit Freddy's room—they'll be able to explain much better than I ever could. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to take a long. Fucking. Nap.”

Before Sammy had a chance to respond Vanessa turned and rushed out the front doors, keeping her head down and ignoring Sophie's frantic call. She didn't stop until she'd reached her car, which she jumped inside and sped off in towards home. She'd come back to the Pizzaplex eventually to help tie up some loose ends, but the sheer glee Ness felt seeing the place fading away in her rearview mirror was indescribable.

Mr. Emily couldn't believe what he heard from the supposed head of security who’d just—what? He wasn't entirely sure what happened just now. Had Vanessa quit, or simply taken an abrupt leave of absence for who knows how long?

He left Sophie behind to investigate on his own terms, taking it slow as he inspected the rogue points of damage around the Pizzaplex. Even from the state of the lobby, it was clear they couldn't open this place tomorrow. Mondays weren't particularly busy in the morning, but the place sure attracted kids after school was out. Besides, how was Sam supposed to run a business with only one working Glamrock?!

If Freddy had even been fixed after that gnarly stage malfunction, that is…

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“There's more kids here?!” Hannah somehow managed to sound both excited and mildly upset at the same time. Vanessa hadn't gone into much detail about everything that'd happened, but she'd mentioned there were many more victims of this William guy before Hannah. However, the ghost girl hadn't expected to see anyone but Charlie so soon, if ever. Trying not to think about how or why the other kids were around, she gave Charlie a small smile. “Yeah, I'd like to stay with them! Especially if you guys are gonna leave; I don't want to hang out here by myself...”

It didn’t take long to summon Cassidy, and Charlie was glad to see her in a good mood and just as excited to meet Hannah. She laughed at the state of Michael's head when first appearing inside Freddy's bedroom, but ignored him fast enough to greet the new girl. She was surprised that Charlie was still giving out Gifts, but was amiable enough thanks to recent events to help the newly deceased girl acclimate.

“You've already met Gregory—but have you met his twin yet?” Cassidy asked, already playing along with the joke. Hearing this, Gregory smirked as he finished up the repair and worked to close Michael's casing back into place.

“He's got a twin?!” Hannah asked with a surprised gasp, looking from Cassidy to Gregory and back again. “That's so cool!”

Hannah liked this new girl already. Cassidy's confident aura was something Hannah naturally drifted towards. That's probably why she'd already gotten along so well with Gregory, too.

“Let's go!” she exclaimed, grasping Cassidy's hand without hesitation and eagerly swinging her arm back and forth. Hannah was also very glad for the chance to make new friends—it would distract her from thinking about other things. Before Cassidy could whisk her away, Hannah waved to the group.

“Bye; I'll see you guys soon! And thanks, Charlie.” She released Cassidy's hand for a just a moment to squeeze Charlie around the waist, then returned to her new friend's side, locking their fingers back together. “Okay, now I'm ready for real.”

“Hey—you're going to love this. Watch what we can do,” Cassidy prompted, taking a firm hold of her new friend's hand whilst waving goodbye to the others as she and Hannah began to slowly sink through the floor.

And not a moment too soon, as someone's shadow fell over the door.

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just-sp-in-inginthevoid · 2 months

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Hey! How about Wakasa for the character ask game?

Thank you for asking!! Didn't expect him at all, so that's v nice!

My first impression

Ah. Ikemen — niccce

Oh wait Black Dragon founders??? HELL YEAH; important AND interesting! Bring BD lore in!

My impression now

He carried sm and he deserves his vacation and to be drowning in beer doing nothing but fishing all days like he dreams to. Shinichiro's death and reveal about Time Leaping messed with his head a bit so that's why he's not as energetic as he was as a teen. When he makes a decision, he knows it and what it can trigger but he still does it cold-headed if he feels he has to. Wish we had more on him so I could dig more without feeling like I'm making things up. Ikemen.

Thanks you for revealing the fact Shinichiro was a time leaper, Wakasa

Favorite thing about that character

He knows how to keep secrets but he reveals them when he feels it's necessary. Keeping secret and being trusted is good and all, but the fact he's willing to share the truth after years of silence because he thinks Mikey deserves to be told? To know exactly what's happening to him and why? To know about what his brother's done? It may not change anything to Mikey's state (it likely didn't) – it's too late –but at least he'll know why.

He's the sole reason we got the Original Timeline flashback/arc. And for that reason only—

Least favorite thing

Like the rest of BD 1st gen: How little we saw of him!!! :(

There's too little information!!!

Also the fact his hair was half-cropped disturbed me at first (but I've learnt to love his zebra haircut)

Favorite line/scene

"Honestly speaking, I'm glad Manjiro died." (Chapter 270)

Where he was coming from was understandable – but that was still unexpected and the fact he said that to Shinichiro out of everyone.. Wakasa mourned Mikey already, and cannot bear to lose Shinichiro. He rather lose his friend's brother than his friend. And it's not like he takes the value of Mikey's life away (he suggests to celebrate his passing after all) but Wakasa is not one to have a confused and unsure mind. He doesn't like wasting time with overthinking. He has clear-cut answers to everything, and he's glad that Mikey died, and it's sincere – he's not a liar – and he was scared he'd completely lose his friend and he really, really thinks that now that Mikey's dead, Shinichiro is freed of every burden (he'd take a while to recover but he will, it's Shinichiro) and then it doesn't happen. He loses his friend anyway.

His introduction scene is one of my favorite too – first we can't see him coming, and then he's so tiny next to Kakucho???

Favorite interaction that character has with another

The hime moment avjfklalxkb big brother figure Waka W

The mutual trust he and Benkei have when fighting (and outside of that, I'm sure) is also top-tier

A character that I wish that character would interact with more

Sanzu and Takeomi. Takeomi, because Wakasa and Benkei are only ever seen interacting with Shinichiro and Takeomi's chapter is 3/4 about Shinichiro but there's this uncomfortable wall canon (unwillingly or not) but between Takeomi and Wakasa&Benkei that I Don't LikeTM (it's really interesting tho! Ofc their relationship is tense, but I just wish to see how it was before Takeomi got corrupted. Or even when he was, but before the end of BD.) They founded BD together!! They saw each other maybe daily for 5 years straight – their teenage years – wdym there's almost nothing about them!!(aside from Wakasa's 'A day in his life', Benkei's 'A day in his life' and Takeomi's 'feared/disliked person'???)

And then Sanzu.. Wakasa and Benkei are taking care of Senju – it'd be nice to know what they think of Haruchiyo. If they used to interact with him (and Senju, and the other kids) when he was younger; what their thought about Takeomi regarding the situation, ...

I know the Akashi siblings' nickname is the 'mysterious siblings' but still. I need answer goddammit.

Another character from another fandom that reminds me of that character

Hikishima from Wild Strawberry

They both like sweet, are strong, look younger than they are, and most importantly: they're both short—

A headcanon about that character

Okay, you gotta hear me out-

His relationship with Benkei was totally inspired by Yoshitsune no Minamoto and Benkei from Japanese History. Hence, Wakasa comes from a rather wealthy family. He's the youngest of a handful of siblings and was born out of wedlock (he's still loved dw). Most of his physical appearance comes from his mother.

(Also – yes he does like lollipops and has a sweet tooth but the stick he constantly has in his mouth is a dango stick. And I'll die on this hill.)

A song that reminds of that character

Oof, though one!

哀悼、そして日常は続く(:"Farewell and then the everydays continue") covered by 宮下遊(Miyashita Yuu) perhaps? It doesn't only remind me of Wakasa so I'm not completely satisfied but here. Let's grieve Shinichiro together.

(Edit: forgot to mention! The translated lyrics can be found in the comments!)

An unpopular opinion about that character

I think the fact I like Takeomi more is not the general consensus lol It's just that canon offers more elements to understand Takeomi's character depth yknow?

Favorite picture

The hidden 28th volume cover. Idk. His posture scratches my brain right.

#Sorry for answering late #I was exhausted yesterday #also it took me hours of listening to song before settling for this one #i promise i listen to other ppl than Miyashita Yuu #and i apologize for only listening to depressing songs #ask game #answering asks

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clockworkspider · 1 year

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@romancedeldiablo omg thanks for tagging me! <3

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

113. Tho this count is a bit odd cause I write A LOT of tiny ficlets, and in my first fandom I posted most of them individually and in my current one a lot more of them are in a collection.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

281,571 (the 500 words ficlets sure adds up... Tho my longest fic is actually a translation of a chinese fic series, and I feared that added 40k to my count.)

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

I'm always a bit surprised that Deus Ex Machina is on there, cause I'm a bit embarrassed by that fic actually, it was one of my firsts. But I think the Good Omens fandom is very good with fic rec lists and that fic ended on one.

4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Most of them, yeah. I respond to every comment on more recent fics cause I like to talk to other fans and make friends in my current fandom. For fics in my previous fandom I respond to longer ones or comments with inquiries. (Here's a reminder to myself and other readers that you're allowed to ask writers questions other than "do you plan to continue this", it's a great conversation starter.)

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Hopeful ending is my bread and butter. Even my darkfics have hopeful endings cause that's how much of a sap I am.

But What is love? for Sk8 Adam really wrecked me personally after writing it. It's about teenage Adam running away from home after getting his skateboard burnt and finding out he have to go overseas for university. Of course in the end of the fic he had to go home and he had to go to university. I couldn't make him not return to his abusive home and that really killed me a little...

I think the fic gives him a bit of comfort and emotional catharsis, but doesn't change the situation. And such is the inherent powerlessness of being a teenager.

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Oh definitely Keep Your Friends Close. I gave a happy ending to WRH for god's sake. I really wanted to give everyone closure without compromising the morality of any of them OR changing their nature, ya know? I'm a happy ending fan.

7. Do you write crossovers?

I use to love those when I was a teen, but no, sadly.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

lol yeah, not for my fic but for the character the fic is about. And then I responded with "okay but why are you here? Read a different fic?" like honestly people have too much time to hate-read.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I think I've written one? I'm not very good at it. I left the sex scenes in Of Choice to potato for a reason (who is the better half of that collab, actually, I'm not even being humble here)

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

A few, yeah. Always to russian. The russian fans are ON IT.

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Of Choice, with @romancedeldiablo

13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

None they change every year. But 10051 and cherik are the roadmap.

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Um... Of Choice. I had like... thoughts for the end. But I think potato can agree with me that we both ran out of steam for that one

15. What are your writing strengths?

minimalism (fitting more meanings per word)

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

I don't know how to fucking plot.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I'm not going to do that. In the case where I know the other language well I'll translate it in the fic and leave a footnote. (I tried to keep most of the dialogues in Keep Your Friend Close was in Chinese in my brain first and then translated as I wrote, so they retain some Chinese flavour.)

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Yu Yu Hakusho... If you count parody crack fics written by 11 years olds. (When you get old enough you begun to realize that just because something is a parody doesn't make it funny.)

Magi, when I actually knew how to write.

19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?

I know I've written eiritsu but I wanna write more eiritsu. But they're so hard to write. (I kinda wanna write keichi and nagiiba cause I like the ships so much but when I think of it, not really. Akira-sensei fed me so well.)

20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

Keep Your Friend Close is my baby. I got to air out some of my complex feelings about cultural revolution and modern day china, and I gave everyone mandatory happy endings.

For those of my enstars mutuals who happen to be into mdzs, it's a reincarnation fic where characters seems to meet their enemies first. So Wei Ying, Meng Yao, Xue Yang, and Nie Huaisang met in elementary school and make a pack to survive together in case they meet other people who have a grudge against them from their past life. Oh and they're forced to help Wei Ying search for Lan Zhan. It's set between early 2000s China (like, when I was last there lol) to present time. It's a fun time.

I'll be tagging... Heh. @squidcandy you're up. Also @stierhai. I've never grilled you about this before.

#fanfiction #clockchat

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koropukgoro · 10 months

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Tbh its a mix of low creativity/motivation and semi-dead fandom of my favs :familyguydeathpose:

I was mostly thinking abt the digimon survive group {spesificly Ryo bc he's always scared in the point of game im at atm, and characters being spooked/scared after shrinking is 👌👌👌👌👌} when i sent that tho-

I feel that... I mean gt for SMT is non existent whatever exists is literally purely because of me from either commissions or talk and my own art. And I am a very picky person when it comes how I like my gt... so sometimes I see art of my favs when theyre giants which... isnt bad, but its just not my taste because in my head I have specific roles certain characters fulfill and a lot of the time my favs the ones I connect with personally are the ones tiny [mostly shrunken scenarios] because welll.... I see myself as tiny.

and I love playing with fear and frustration and miscommunication in my gt soooo much its what I loooooooooooooove

also another thing that hurts equally as dead fandoms is like fandoms that technically exist because the thing is a big franchise but you also see like NO ONE whos like... interacting in a fandom structure? aka, cowboy bebop, which also has non existent GT... the things I'd give for some tiny Spike Spiegel stuff that wasn't made by me. Im in a bad muse art block rn so I can't...consistently provide, plus when I do draw it tends to be working on my original stuff and less GT or fandom focused.

#asks #answered #anonymous #the woes

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sanchoyo · 1 year

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12, 13, and 15 :3

12. What’s something about your best friend that you love? oh this one is a really cute question… I have two ppl I'd consider besties :3 ugh they're both really passionate and love the things they love deeply so even when i'm not personally into their fandoms its so nice hearing them talk abt them and make me feel more comfy rambling abt things I love too… they're also both rly kind people and tbh that is the Best quality someone can have. nice to me. ALSO THEYRE BOTH GREAT ARTISTS and seeing what they create is soo cool and they inspire me… and they're both funny...lov my friends sm. if warm fuzzy feelings were able to be boxed mine would explode out of the box if I tried to shove them all inside. bc I have that Many Feelings of Love. (also...they both sent rly cute lil holiday boxes nov/dec and my GOD they know me so well. Feeling of Being Known is like. :") indescribable. sincerely so grateful to have met them both.

13. Do you prefer to write in pen or pencil? mmm pens are smoother but pencils are more forgiving…texture wise if we're strictly talking abt WRITING its gotta be Pens. for drawing, pencils. Depends on The Task

15. Do you have any houseplants? Do any of them have names? oh i WISH I was good at keeping plants alive OTL I've tried my dream is a tiny lil indoor area of edible plants or herbs or smth…also theres the fear my cat will Eat them (I mean Id be sure to get cat-safe ones but itd be ANNOYING to have to watch her that closely...) closest thing I kept consistently like an indoor plant was my plants in my fishtank when I still kept fish, but my goldies loved tearing them to SHREDS so they never lasted super long… -_- (im glad they were enjoying them and stimulated tho…)

tysmmm for asking :>

#ive always wanted to have a small garden of like. tomatoes n strawberries and stuff :"D ...i am not supposed to be eating tomatoes much tho #as of my drs orders last month..so my dreams of a lil tomato garden...SQUASHED /pun #<- also will be cheating on that bc tomatoes are my favorite fuck that doctor (as if its his fault lmao)#sanchoyoanswersasks

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plaid-shirtsandvibranium-arms · 3 years

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Little Blue Ribbons (7)

Summary: The countless times you allowed Steve Rogers to break your heart and the one time you said enough was enough.

Fandoms: Avengers

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Mutant!Reader, Bucky Barnes x Mutant!Reader (platonic. is it tho? well, oops.)

Warnings: NO SMUT BECAUSE IT WAS JUST SO PURE I COULDN’T DO IT, Copious Amounts of Fluff, Mischievous Baby Mutants, Angst, Pining, So Much Painful Pining, Violence, Bullying, Steve doesn’t come out great here, Not gonna lie this is gonna hurt, Mentions of Trauma, PTSD, Self-harm, Suicidal Thoughts, Toxic Relationship Dynamics, Cursing, The Snap, Thanos, Endgame, Character Deaths

A/N: All Bucky, all chapter. Guys, I was gonna put smut in too but I was crying because of how pure it all was! I can’t! This is a bonus chapter and the last I will be posting for this series.

Thank you everyone for all the love you’ve shown for this series that is especially close to my heart. I appreciate all the hearts and reading the comments is the absolute best part of my day. I love you, you wonderful human beings!! I am going to write so much more because you’re all just so great!

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7: Seventh Heaven

Bucky was strolling through their neighborhood with Steve by his side. Even as a child he already had the role of protector and he wore that badge with pride. Steve, being his best friend, was within his protection circle even if the little punk made it harder than necessary with his health problems and his predisposition to get himself into trouble on a regular basis.

They were passing by a park, pushing each other playfully and exchanging good-natured insults, when a tiny figure caught his attention. There you were sitting by yourself with an adorable pout on your face because the wind kept messing up your hair. Your hands kept trying to brush your hair back, but the wind was just too stubborn. Steve beat him to you because he was so distracted by the way your forehead furrowed in frustration. By the time he reached you, both you and his best pal were being beat up on the ground. He took great pleasure in chasing away your bullies that day, feeling so much like a protective alpha to his pack. When he got back, you and Steve were clutching each other in fear not realizing yet that you were both safe now.

He knew then that you would be important to them. That you would become a key piece in their lives, but goddamn it you had the same troublemaker streak that Steve did. He sighed. He would just have to keep a close eye on you too. Just like that Bucky included you in his protection circle.

He saw the immediate attraction you had for Steve, looking at him like he was the reason there was light in the world. It stung a little in the beginning because, petty as it was, he saw you first. That didn't last long though because you were both precious to him and he was glad that a pretty dame was making heart eyes at his friend for a change. The thought of his two best friends ending up together made him downright giddy and there was a relief in the thought that you would both look out for each other.

If only the idiot could take a hint.

Bucky started with light teasing, thinking that Steve knew about your crush on him since it was so painfully obvious. He had to have known. Apparently he was denser than a brick wall so he changed it up to literally pointing it out to him, but he always brushed it aside as just Bucky being the jokester he was.

"You know she's in love with you right?" Bucky smirked at the shorter man.

"Don't be a jerk, Buck."

"Come on, punk. You honestly don't care about her?"

"Of course I care about her!" Steve shook his head when Bucky's smile grew. "She's like a sister to both of us. We both care about her and she cares about us too."

"Not the same way she cares about you," Bucky insisted.

"That's just how Y/N is. She just feels sorry for me sometimes so she does stuff to cheer me up. She's a good friend like that."

Bucky sighed knowing Steve's insecurities ran deep. Heart of gold that one but he had a lot of issues he needed to surpass. He let it go for now, but as you all grew older he saw that your feelings for Steve weren't just a passing crush. His heart ached every time your eyes grew sad when you would pine away at his oblivious friend. He wanted to wring his pal's neck and shake some sense into him.

So he changed tactics again. He had grown into quite the charmer and learned quickly how to woo a dame and leave her a blushing mess. He also learned how jealous and possessive people could get, something he could use to his advantage. He always brought home a sweet treat for you when he came home from camp because the way your eyes light up when you eat candy made him feel good about himself. The compliments he loudly paid you were genuine but also designed to point out to Steve that you were in fact very desirable.

When this doesn't work, he takes you all dancing. He always had a dame on his arm and he made sure she had a friend for Steve as well. He attempted to set you up too with an army friend of his, a good guy he thought would treat you right, but you had refused and threatened to bite him. Having already been bitten by you before, he wasn't keen on a repeat.

How the hell were your teeth so sharp?

The point of setting you both up was supposed to either actually make good matches for you both or push one of you enough to confess their feelings. Win win situation, but luck was never on his side. Steve was always chasing after the attention of some other girl and you were too scared of rejection to make the first more.

Matchmaking for you two idiots was a goddamn nightmare.

His time in the military started to take him away more often and for longer periods of time. He saw less and less of his two best friends. He missed you both terribly and prayed every day that you were well. The letters helped but there nothing like seeing you face to face. You were both home to him and he was feeling homesick. When he unexpectedly got reunited with Steve after his transformation, he was ecstatic. He didn't fully understand how the hell it happened, but he was just so happy that Steve finally got his dream and they could fight side by side like they said they would. The only thing that soured the reunion was the realization that you were by yourself now.

"How's Y/N? I'm worried about her," Bucky asked, a crease forming on his brow at the thought of you without either of them.

"She's a grown woman, Buck. She'll be fine and she'll punch you in the face if you tell her otherwise," Steve said, sharing a laugh with Bucky. "Besides I just saw her recently when she visited camp. I was so excited to tell her everything in person."

He was happily listening to Steve recount your visit, relieved to hear that you were fine. You wrote letters to each other but it was different hearing it from a person he trusted. His smile was going to split his face in half if it grew any wider but he couldn't help it when Steve described the pretty new dress you wore and especially the blue ribbons in your hair. He could almost see you smiling in front of him. He was sorry he missed it. Maybe he'll ask you to visit camp after this mission.

Steve rambled on about what you talked about but Bucky was caught in a daydream that was starring you. He was pulled out of it when Steve mentioned Peggy. He raised his brows and the blonde lowered his head bashfully. He laughed and clapped a hand on the Captain's broad shoulder.

"You're smitten, punk!" he teased, elbowing his side.

"l am. She's a hell of a dame," Steve admitted proudly and Bucky was over the moon for him. "Even Y/N said the same."

That made Bucky pause and he felt all his muscles tense. "Please tell me you didn't introduce Y/N to her when she visited."

"Well, no," Steve frowned as Bucky sighed in relief. "I didn't get the chance to, but Peggy came to call me for a meeting so they kindda did meet. What's the big deal?"

Bucky cursed under his breath and immediately marched away from Steve. He could guess what happened and he knew you were probably devastated from what you found out. It didn't help that you had apparently ran off after that brief encounter with Peggy.

"You really are a punk, Stevie!" he called before he turned the corner, leaving the other man confused. He didn't have time to explain or make his clueless Captain understand.

He needed to get home to you right now.

Bucky was grateful to be allowed a day of leave on such short notice. He would have liked more time, but they had an important mission coming up with Steve. One day will just have to be enough. He would make it enough. He wasted no time in getting home, his leg kept bouncing restlessly the whole way. Suddenly it made sense to him why he hasn't been receiving letters from you as often as he used to. At first he thought it was maybe just a problem with the post, but looking back he should have noticed that the words in your most recent letters read different. They were more clipped, more direct to the point, and almost dull. It was so different from your usual light rambling on the pages that was so lively that he could almost hear your voice and see your bright smile. Sometimes he almost expected you to jump out of the paper yourself.

He should have noticed sooner.

You weren't in your apartment when he arrived, his banging on your door and his voice echoed in the empty room. He was on a full on panic by now as he ran through the streets searching through alleyways and asking around if anyone had seen you. He pulled at his hair as he frantically looked around, desperately trying to figure out where you could have gone to.

In a last ditch effort, he ran himself ragged toward the playground where they first met you. His knees nearly gave out when he saw your familiar figure slumped on a swing with your feet idly moving you back and forth. Even from just seeing your back, he could note the heavy droop of your shoulders as if the very sadness you carried physically pushed you down. Your hair, normally vibrant and charmingly always in some form of disarray, lay limply around your face. A halo that had lost its light.

Circling around, he felt his very soul leave his body when he finally caught sight of your face. Many times he had seen you cry; because of an injury, sad news, and out of frustration. Each time though you had squared your shoulders, jutted your chin out in defiance, and brushed away your own tears. You had a stubborn strength in you that rivaled even that of Steve's and a compassion that made you choose others before your own interests every time.

You cried differently this time and Bucky was at a loss on what to do. You didn't stop the tears this time and it seemed like you were too tired to. You just let them fall freely until they stained your skirts, your body made small jerky movements as you sniffled. Your eyes were red-rimmed and troubled with the pain of a first heartbreak.

Bucky didn't know what to do. He was at a complete loss. He felt powerless and believed that he would only do more harm than good. So he turned around and walked away from you before you could catch sight of him. Before he left, he did the only thing he thought he could do for you. He visited an older woman in the neighborhood, a lady he often helped with errands, and asked her to look out for you. He hoped it would be enough, but he promised that he would do more for you when he returns.

But Bucky didn't return.

The following mission he went on with Steve would lead to his unfortunate fall from the train and his half life as the Winter Soldier. Through the years of torture he tried to hold on to the memory of both you and Steve. He tried to hold on to the image of home and his promise to you. But HYDRA had succeeded in turning him into his worst nightmare and imprisoning him within his own mind.

That day on the Helicarrier, the Winter Soldier fought two very different battles. The first was according to the mission handed to him; ensure Project Insight is launched, kill anyone that gets in the way. The second, much more difficult battle, was within the tormented tangled mess of his consciousness. It started when he first encountered Steve.

"Who the hell is Bucky?"

He had asked it that day and he has been repeating the same question in his mind since then. He landed fist after fist, kick after kick. He shot his gun precisely with the intent to kill. His knives connected with flesh repeatedly. The mission was clear and he would fulfill it. Even so, his mind kept repeating the question.

Who the hell is Bucky?

"You've known me your whole life," the man known as Captain America insisted beneath him as he continued to pummel his face with his fists. "Your name is James Buchanan Barnes."

"Shut up!"

Bucky's head hurt like hell and his pulse quickened, an unnatural occurrence for the assassin. He felt like when he's placed in the chair; scared, confused, in pain. The mention of his full name had ignited a spark in his mind and triggered an indecipherable puzzle of images that he had no hope of solving. They felt like they were his but he recognized none of it. The mess in his brain was only worsened by the fact that his target was no longer fighting back and by the next words he uttered through bloodied lips.

"Cause I'm with you to the end of the line."

Bucky stilled. A memory was trying to push itself to the forefront but there was a solid wall in its way. The confusion he felt started to make him angrier and he reverted back to the one thing he was sure of. His mission. That was when you rammed your whole body into him. He roared in frustration and lashed out at you. You were the pain in the ass with the ice powers.

Bucky did not like the cold.

Therefore he did not like you.

You weren't fighting back much either which he found insulting. He slashed at you expertly with his knife and tore through your protective gear. Suddenly like a punch in the gut, everything stood still for him. Suddenly the noise in his mind faded away to settle on a low buzz. Suddenly the constant rage he felt calmed down. All this brought on by a ribbon on your suit, bright blue and standing in stark contrast against the black material. A name he was never told was echoing repeatedly in his mind.

"Y/N?"

The aircraft exploded then, sending all three of you plunging into the icy river below. He didn't understand why he did it, but he dragged both of your unconscious forms out to shore by instinct. It felt right and somehow familiar as if he's done the same numerous times before. As if this was second nature for him. The blue ribbon on your suit taunted him. There were a million questions running through his mind. Again, acting on instinct alone, he picked you up and carried you away with him. It felt like it was what he was supposed to do.

Waking up in an unfamiliar room with words that were clearly not English bleeding through the walls, bandages wrapped around several body parts, and the world's most infamous assassin pointing a gun at you was the very definition of disorienting. The only reason you weren't going immediately into survival mode was because it was Bucky holding that gun.

"I know you," he grunted.

You were surprised. You weren't expecting him to be the first to talk. To be fair you weren't expecting him to kidnap you either. This gave you hope, but you had to be careful. Bucky may be starting to remember, but he was still mostly the Winter Soldier right now.

"Why did you take me?" you asked, purposely making your voice softer.

"I know you," he repeated, his eyes flashing with annoyance.

"How do you think you know me?"

Instead of answering, he tilted his head the slightest bit to gesture toward the night stand beside your bed. Your ribbons were carefully laid there and you noticed that they had been cleaned. You chuckled darkly. The thought somehow sounded ridiculous to you.

"You remembered me because of my ribbons?"

"I gave them to you," he nodded.

"Your Ma gave them to me."

"No."

Something in the way his hold on the rifle tightened and his jaw clenched told you not to argue. That had been a mistake on your part. You couldn't push him. Not when his eyes told you he was in pain just from the memory alone. You would need to be patient.

It was a month later when he brought it up again as you settled in a different motel in yet another different city. You had followed him without question and without a fight. After the first two weeks he trusted you enough not to restrain you. Your hair was bothering you, sweat making it stick onto your skin. You grabbed the ribbons and tied your hair up the way you liked to do it since you were a child. He stared at you silently for a long time before he spoke barely above a whisper.

"I gave those to you."

You had learned your mistake from the first time. It was wrong of you to outright correct him. These were his memories not yours.

"What do you remember about them?" you asked carefully. He went quiet again and you were worried that you might have pushed too hard again.

"You get annoyed when your hair gets unruly," he started and you just smiled as you waited for him to continue. "I took errands around the neighborhood to earn extra money to buy you those ribbons."

Your heart swelled with affection at the thought of a young Bucky going through all that trouble for you just because he noticed a slight discomfort from you. Something so simple and mundane that you didn't even notice it about yourself.

But Bucky Barnes noticed.

"Thank you, Bucky. I love them. Thank you for doing that for me."

It might have just been a trick of the light but you could have sworn that you saw the ruthless assassin blush. He turned away from you quickly and busied himself with checking the windows before you could confirm it.

"How come your Ma gave it to me and not you?"

"I don't know."

He didn't utter another word to you for the next three weeks, but you were determined to stay with him until he chose to push you away. He never did. If anything he clung on to you tighter with each memory that resurfaced. It was slow progress at first but once it started to pour out of him you became his constant. You became the anchor that steadied him as he navigated his turbulent mind and you didn't allow him to feel guilty that he had taken you.

"You took me, but it was my choice to stay."

That day, by those words, another memory resurfaced. The image of you on a swing set tortured by heartbreak and him turning away leaving a promise he was yet to fulfill. So when Steve chose not to return when he went back in time to put back the stones, he wanted to jump through time himself and beat his punk ass. He had broken your heart and chose another person over you.

Again.

This time though, Bucky didn't walk away from you. Even as he found you afterwards on a bench by the lake in the compound looking exactly like you did that day in the park, he didn't turn away. Even though he still didn't know what to do or say as the tears silently tracked down your cheeks to fix all this for you, he didn't turn away.

This time Bucky sat beside you on the bench and gently took your hand, prying them open to stop you from digging your nails further into your palm. This time he waited as you wept into his shoulder, not interrupting you even as the sun set and your surroundings darkened.

This time he would keep his promise.

A month later, Bucky came barging into your room and slammed your door so hard the frame shook. You were sat on an armchair by the floor to ceiling windows that led to a balcony, taking Bucky's request for you to get a little sun that way since you barely step out of your room now. You were so shocked by Bucky's outburst that your tea sloshed around in the mug you were holding.

Everyone had given you a wide berth since Steve left and you were grateful for it. You had no will to assure people you were fine when you've been feeling more and more lifeless as the days passed. Sometimes you would venture out of your room, practically a ghost that haunts the compound. Only Bucky remained insistently by your side, but he was always gentle. Always trying to coax you into eating and sleeping with softly spoken words and light touches as if you would break at any second. Which is why the fuming look on his face now shocked and unsettled you.

"Why the hell didn't you tell me?" he growled, his eyes burning with fury.

You realized immediately what he was furious about. You curled yourself instinctively into a ball, hugging your knees to your chest and looking at anywhere but at him. He regretted his reaction seeing you try to make yourself as small as possible. He took a deep breath and gulped down his anger. He wasn't angry at you. Never at you. The anger was more directed at Steve but he wasn't here which was exactly the problem. He slowly approached to kneel in front of you and forced his gruff voice to be gentler.

"Since when did you know you were pregnant, Y/N? I had to find out from Cho when I went to pick up the results from your physical."

"A week before Scott came with the time heist idea."

Bucky swore under his breath. That meant that you participated in the time heist and the fight with Thanos knowing full well that you were carrying life inside you. You could have miscarried or died on several opportunities.

"You didn't tell Steve, did you?"

"No."

Steve would never have allowed you to have anything to do with the last battle if he had known. That much you were sure of. It wouldn't have mattered that your powers seemed to have magnified since you conceived. It wouldn't have mattered that they needed everyone's help. He would also have been too distracted by your condition to fully focus on the mission. So you kept it a secret for the good of the whole endeavor.

"Steve wouldn't have left if he knew."

You looked at Bucky then and looked tiredly at him. You had planned on telling Steve after the last battle but that was when he began to pull away from you. That was when you saw him with the compass again.

"Tony told him before to get a life," you swallowed hard. "He forfeited a life with me in favor of one he finally has a chance to regain. That includes every possible future and new life we could create together. Not choosing me means not choosing all of it."

"He would have stayed," Bucky tried to insist.

"Maybe," you shrugged, the curve of your lips forming a bitter smile. "But for how long this time until he leaves me again?"

Bucky pulled you into his arms then just in time for the tears to fall on his clothed shoulder. There was no use debating the what ifs now. Move forward. You needed to move forward for your sake and for the life growing inside you. He initially thought it was selfish of you not to tell Steve, but didn't you deserve to be selfish for once?

"You're gonna have to start really taking care of yourself now, Y/N. I'm not gonna let you keep going the way you have. Do you understand?"

You pulled away from his embrace but he held your face in both hands, brushing away the tears. You leaned more toward his vibranium hand, the cold metal feeling in harmony with your usual cold skin. You nodded at him.

"I know."

"You're going to eat properly."

"Yes, Bucky."

"You're going to drink whatever healthy shit Cho and Bruce prescribe."

"Okay." You smiled a little when you saw him scrunch his nose in disgust as he imagined the healthy diet you were sure to be put on.

"You're going to go out for walks and not stay cooped up here."

"I promise."

"You're going to go for regular check ups."

"Will you stay with me?" you asked hesitantly. You didn't want to be selfish or force him to do more for you, but now you realize that you would rather not go through this alone. The smile he gave you was warm with reassurance and a teasing lift to it as if he thought you were an idiot for needing to ask that.

"I'm not going anywhere, doll."

Bucky didn't know how much that meant to you. To be able to trust one person again to be there. To trust that you would not be abandoned. To be able to allow yourself to heal. True to his word, Bucky was there for you and only leaving your side when a mission required it. He was there as your stomach grew and he was there when you went into labor.

He paced restlessly outside the delivery room, Sam smirking at him as he sat and watched his friend lose his mind worrying about you. In the beginning, he was allowed inside with you but he had been promptly kicked out when he kept threatening the doctors whenever you screamed in pain. He didn't like seeing you in so much pain and be helpless in doing anything about it.

After what felt like an eternity to him, a nurse came out to tell them they could come see you now. He swears that his heart completely stopped when he saw you; sweaty hair sticking to your skin in a messy tangle, the brightest smile he's ever seen on you in a year, and two squirming bundles in your arms. Whenever you talked about that day, he never failed to mention how you looked like you were practically glowing. Like an angel.

A happy angel.

You offered him one of the babies when he got close enough. He wanted to refuse, hiding his arm behind him in fear of hurting the vulnerable tiny humans. You shook your head and practically shoved the baby into his arms. Bucky was frozen for a moment, unsure of what to do but then the tiny thing started to coo and he just completely melted. He smiled as he tickled the baby's chin. He was filled with gratitude to be part of this moment.

"They're beautiful," he said in awe.

"Have you thought of names?" Sam asked from your side. He was sitting on the bed with his finger tightly grasped by the baby you held.

You lightly kissed the top of the blonde head of the twin in your arms, he blinked up at you with eyes that were the same as yours but just in a sharper shade.

"This one is Anton."

For Anthony Stark.

You smiled affectionately at the other twin Bucky was rocking back and forth. Hair the exact same color as yours peaked out from the blanket along with blue eyes that matched the ones that had enthralled you for a century.

"That one is Roman."

For Natasha Romanoff.

Both boys a perfect mix of you and Steve. Both carrying traits and distinctive qualities from their unique parentage. Both boys, you decided, who would also carry their father's last name. For all the bad that had happened between you, Steve was in essence a good man and you wanted your sons to carry his best qualities.

Bucky took the role of uncle very seriously. He fed them, changed them, played with them and all the while marveling at how these tiny things had come from two of the most important people in his life. He was on his way to the nursery after hearing the twins cry with two warmed up milk bottles holstered, when at the doorway he stopped dead in his tracks at what he saw inside.

"Uh, Y/N?"

"Yeah?" you called from the other room.

"What did Xavier say again about the twins and their powers?"

"Not much. He said he couldn't know for sure. Said it was completely possible for them to not get the mutant gene or it could remain dormant all their lives," you talked absentmindedly as you folded the newly laundered baby clothes. "If it did manifest he said that he can't even say if they'll get ice powers like me. Only time will tell really. Why do you ask?"

"Because I think time is telling now."

You didn't understand what Bucky was going on about but you heard the slight fear in his voice. So with a heavy sigh you crossed the hallway to enter the room only to mirror Bucky's reaction at the scene.

The normally spotless room was in wild disarray with everything from toys to diapers strewn around messily. You had bought one large crib where both boys slept after wailing the whole night when they were placed on separate cots. That large crib now had a suspiciously toddler sized opening.

Where were your boys? Both were sitting on the soft carpet facing each other. Anton, your precious blonde cherub who was already exhibiting a penchant for trouble, was hiccupping nonstop and with each hiccup out came a small ice cube. His eyes were also intermittently flashing an icy blue glow. Roman on the other hand, your blue-eyed darling who rarely cried and had the sweetest temperament, was flailing his arms around directing the same ice cubes from his brother's mouth to zip around above their heads. He was squealing and giggling in glee, thoroughly entertained.

You needed to call Charles.

The following year for you was solely focused on the twins and their needs. Both their powers had manifested so early and were developing quickly perhaps in part due to the serum from their father's genes. You were so happily preoccupied with them that you barely had any time to think of Steve.

Without even realizing it, you had moved on. You didn't cry at the mere mention of him anymore, rather there was a nostalgic fondness now whenever someone says your boys look just like him. Your heart didn't feel like a black hole anymore when you remember that he left, rather it felt like a bright burning star filled with the laughter of rowdy baby boys. A hundred years of love for a person would never fade away but it no longer consumed you. It no longer pained you because you were surrounded by love.

The only regret you felt now was that the twins would never get to know their father. The only guilt you felt was that you hadn't given them that chance because you chose not to tell Steve.

Absolution came from the least expected source.

Both boys toddled over to where you sat seeming to sense your distress, holding hands as they awkwardly climbed onto your lap. Roman placed a pudgy hand on your cheek and stared at you with an intensity you've never seen before. Suddenly images flashed before your eyes, all memories of Steve from the moment you met to the moment he left. All the moments you loved him and all the moments you had been hurt by him. You let out a ragged breath when the flashback stopped and gaped at your toddler. He looked at you as if he held the wisdom of the universe in his young mind.

They knew their father and what happened.

They understood the choices you made.

It's okay, Mama.

We love you, Mama.

Bucky found you then clutching your boys tightly in your arms after the cries of sorrow had turned to relief then to impossible joy. As he watched you, tearful but laughing now, that was when he realized that his feelings for you had outgrown just friendship.

In your youth he was protective of you like a brother would toward his precious little sister. When you stayed with him as he worked through his programming, your friendship became a formidable force that grounded you both to reality when the world threatened to rip you apart. He had needed it when he was regaining his memories and you had needed it when Steve left. He couldn't pinpoint when exactly his love for you changed from cherished friend to the only woman he wanted to be with for the rest of his life, but what was important was that he knew that to be the truth now.

Months later Sam was only too happy to help, teasing Bucky incessantly the whole time. He would take the boys for the evening and tell you to wear something you liked before meeting him in the south side garden. Before Sam could leave to get the boys, he gripped his arm to stop him as the guilt and doubt struck him.

"What if Steve comes back?"

"What if he doesn't?" Sam shrugged.

"But what if he does?"

Sam nodded and faced him, recognizing that this was legitimately troubling his friend. He held Bucky by both shoulders and gave him a gentle shake.

"After everything we've seen I can't reassure you that it won't happen." Sam saw the hard tick on the man's jaw and hurried to continue. "Look, man. Steve made his choice. You and Y/N are entitled to your own."

Bucky was nervous. It was the most nervous he's ever felt in his whole life. He was calmer on a mission staring death in the face than he was at that moment. He was more confident looking through a sniper scope than at that moment. He kept fidgeting with his jacket, his shirt, his hair. He didn't know what to do with his hands. His palms felt wet. Can vibranium hands sweat? He didn't know.

"Bucky?"

Your small voice snapped him out of his panic and when he laid eyes on you he could have sworn that everything moved in slow motion. You wore a simple dress, one of your favorites, one he had told you brought out the color in your eyes. You were shyly smiling at him as you tucked an errant strand of hair behind your ear, your blue ribbons peaking from behind.

Beautiful. Breathtakingly beautiful.

"You did all this? It's magical, Bucky."

He blushed and rubbed the back of his neck. He had transformed a small area on the grounds for the night. A small table for two was set with food he knew you liked because whenever you ordered it was the same thing you asked for. Wine was set aside to accompany dinner alongside sweet treats he knew you always craved. All around he scattered candles and lanterns, casting a soft romantic glow. He wanted to smack himself when he suddenly remembered the flowers he had put down on the chair, rushing to retrieve them and present them to you.

You beamed up at him as you gratefully accepted and sniffed at the familiar smell of your favorite flowers. You thanked him and all the words just seemed to escape Bucky. He wanted to tell you now before dinner because he knew his nerves wouldn't allow him to keep anything down, but he just couldn't find the words.

How do I tell her?

You placed a cool hand to his cheek and it was only then that he noticed that his heart was practically jumping out of his chest. Your touch and gentle eyes worked quickly to calm him. He used to hate the cold. He used to fear it. All he knew of the cold was pain, torture, and enslavement.

That was before. Now cold meant the comfortable feel of your skin. Now cold meant the way you laughed when the twins managed to rope him into whatever they wanted because he just couldn't say no to them. Now cold meant movie nights with you where you always fell asleep in the middle and how you curled into his side. Now cold meant unnecessarily competitive snowball fights in the middle of summer.

Now the cold meant you.

"It's okay, Bucky," you said softly, eyes dancing with the lights. "I love you too."

His eyes widened comically. Had he already said the words without even knowing it? Had he just blurted it out inelegantly? He had meant to tell you in the best way he could possibly verbalize it. He wanted you to hear from him how he thought you were the most beautiful person in the world to him. He wanted to tell you how his whole world stopped and began with you. Did he just mess it up?

A realization hit him that made him freeze before he laughed loudly, releasing all the tension and apprehension in his body in one swoop. You giggled, knowing what he had just understood.

"Roman?" he chuckled as you nodded.

"And Anton wanted me to give you this."

You took his hand in yours and placed in his palm a small block of ice in the approximate shape of a heart. It was awkwardly shaped but close enough to be easily recognized. Bucky couldn't help but laugh some more as he rolled over the cold token in his hand. Two toddlers had the foresight to know that he would be a nervous wreck and had offered their encouragement.

Emboldened by the glowing approval of two small children, he grabbed your face and pressed his lips to yours the way he's wanted to since the moment he realized his feelings for you. Gentle yet firm. Delicate yet sure. The world stopped and ceased to exist around you both. All there was were soft lips, rough calloused hands, and the silent promise of better days to come.

Hesitantly, you parted and both your eyes slowly opened only to gaze affectionately at each other. Bucky kept his hands cupping your face, his thumbs stroking lazily. This time the words came to him easily.

"I love you, Y/N."

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wanderingwomanwondering · 2 years

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Buddie 513 - Bedroom Breakdown & Dining Table Talk

Eddie’s breakdown was a runaway freight train of pent up sadness, guilt, shame, and trauma. He’d lost control in basically every way. What he said to Buck in that room was feeling-fueled and out of control. Which is definitely not a bad thing and was absolutely necessary given how tightly Eddie had been holding everything before. The feelings poured out of him against his will really. The walls were down and he couldn’t rebuild them before the flood of emotions overtook him again. Buck was in the room. He had to be, and he listened even though he himself was so scared for Eddie. He focused on what Eddie needed and slipped his own sadness and fear into his back pocket.

When they moved to the dining room, things shifted slightly for Eddie. He had a little complete-sentence-thought and still-crying-but-not-sobbing-control back. Enough to use all his words to tell his story more fully and to also let the feelings be what they were even if it was uncomfortable and hard to bypass his usual tendency to hold as much as possible in. I think it’s imperative to recognize that Eddie’s dining room conversation with Buck was a choice that he made wide awake and aware that Buck *could* run but he knew he wouldn’t. He decided to open up with Buck and it was excruciating, which is exactly a part of the reason he usually avoids it with most people in his life. He’s afraid of being seen as weak and out of control in addition to being afraid of never feeling normal again. It made his decision to open up to Buck that much more epic. Eddie consciously chose Buck in the dining room conversation, more so than I think he was capable of in the lingering intensity of the bedroom breakdown. He consciously chose to fully and intentionally confide in Buck after the explosive elements had cooled ever so slightly. Think about Eddie’s longish pause and eye contact with Buck before actually answering the question ‘what happened to the others’. He was in decision making mode.

It still blows my tiny little mind! The Eddie growth of it all, not so much the Buck being there part (tho that makes me wanna fling myself into the sun too). Theoretically Eddie could have talked these things through with his bestie at any time but Eddie was *not* ready/able before now. He had to lose control and Buck had to assertively step in. Both were necessary given Eddie’s usual M.O.

Of course Eddie trusts Buck with all things but I think the fandom can miss the brunt of the power and beauty of those raw bedroom breakdown and dining room talk scenes when we treat it like Eddie’s huge catharsis moment wasn’t a choice he had to actively and consciously make, even if he ultimately made that choice somewhat quickly in the heat of the moment. Those scenes were primarily about Eddie getting into the mess and muck in his heart and mind and Buck being *allowed* to stay for the ride, after he showed he was willing to strong-arm (super affectionate) his way onto said ride.

Eddie’s default is careful, measured, curated sharing if and when he shares at all. It was a herculean effort on Eddie’s part to let Buck be there for him at his darkest hour, not because Buck isn’t great but because Eddie’s storage unit of deep personal issues is a heavy fucking lift, which was his point to Frank during his session.

The way Buck navigated the situation was solid gold, he had to approach gently while still asking the tough questions and he couldn’t let much of his own stuff into the mix because Eddie needed the space to just focus on himself and Buck instinctively *knew* that.

I’m still processing but it was all just so damn good!

#911 fox #911 5x13 #911 meta #eddie diaz #evan buckley#buddie

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marvel-m-lee · 2 years

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Hi hi hi just a small thingy (maybe a fic idea but mainly just a hc, only fic if you want I don’t mind tho)

Isabella using her vines to hold down and tickle Bruno because I like to think they got along along when they where you get so she was all “you where here all the time and you didn’t visit me? Wow tio..” in a joking manor and Bruno’s just like “SIBDJSHD IM SORRY” anyway yea just yea thought like-yea ya know ok bye-

You were here this whole time and never visited me?!

Words: 2111

Fandom: encanto

Summary: *prompt* Everyone's having lunch at the dinner table and brought up Bruno's disappearance, Isabela decided to get Bruno little revenge for his leave...

A/N: I've just realised how often I use dinner/lunch/breakfast as a prompt thing fir encanto PFFT-

Also I'm working on like 3 other fics rn too so YAY!!!!

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Bruno smiled as he abd Mirabel were walking to lunch, the two had spent most of the day together, introducing him to everyone after so long and just helping him get back to a normal like after ten years.

The two were walking through the village when they spotted Isabela. She was in deep conversation with one of the towns folk, whom was telling her all about cacti and other plants.

Ever since Bruno came back and the encanto had a breakdown, she could finally be herself. And as it turned out, she loved plants. All different types of them too. Sure this was predictable, but she'd never realised her true love until now, she loved learning different facts about the plants and different ways she could help out, while learning.

Especially recently Isabela had began to talk to the village people, especially this one who taught her about cacti and plants, helping Isabela grow them even without her powers to see how they worked.

Bruno and Mirabel walked over and called out to Isa, Mirabel jumping and waving whist Bruno walked over, fiddling his thumbs as a part of him still feared how the village people viewed him.

"Oh! Hola Tio Bruno, hola Mirabel!" Isabela span around, her hair flowing. Previously Mirabel had helped her dye strands of it, and she loved it. Everyone commented how beautiful it looked, even Abuela seemed happier as her granddaughter seemed to he finally happy.

Isabela was wearing her usual blue dress with spotted colours, a bright smile on her face as she held a baby cactus in her hands, awing over it.

"Bruno and I were just going to get food, did you hear Abuela?" Mirabel asked, inviting her sister to walk with them.

Isabela laughed, "Oh, I guess I didn't?!"

"She's in her own little world" the person she'd been talking to laughed slightly, hand on their hip and smiling, taking the cactus from her hands.

"Go have lunch with your family, we can continue later" They smiled at her, Isabela let out a tiny whine but even so waved as she left with Mirabel and Bruno.

The three chatted and joked until they sat around the table, joining separate conversations and chatting with others around the table.

Obviously there was some teasing from Camilo, the triplets teased Bruno about his ticklishness, Abuela and Mirabel got into some conversation about butterflies and Abuelo, Luisa teased Antonio and Felix and Agustín were deep in conversation, soon joining their wives in teasing the youngest triplet, soon the whole table joining in on said conversation.

Everyone around the table Spon began talking about how long Bruno had been in the walls, asking him questions and worrying about how he ate, showered, how terrible it must have been to sneak around all the time, etc.

"It's okay- I mean- Dolores would sneak me a snack sometimes" Bruno laughed nervously, wanting to shift the conversation.

"Oh yeah, I forgot she knew about you being here the whole time?!" Camilo turned to his sister with a glare fir never telling him, but she only rolled her eyes at him.

"I can't believe you never visited Amy of us tio" Luisa teased, smiling gently at her uncle to show she was only messing with him. Either way he still let out a nervous chuckle.

"Yeah... but that would have ruined the whole run away type thing" He smiled at him family, happy to be back.

Isabela gave him a tiny smirk, sitting a couple seats down.

"Wait so Dolores knew but I couldn't?" She pretended to act offended, a hand on her chest as a look of betrayal laid on her face.

Camilo burst out laughing, shifting into the exact position Isa was posing in as he shifting into her. She paused and gave the boy a side eye as he couldn't compose himself and shifted back, laughing his arse off, thinking he was Oh so funny.

Isa made a movement with her hand, giving giving primo a side glance as his eyes went wide abd he began laughing a little harder, almost jumping out of his seat as vines squeezed and grazed his sides. He tried to fight them off but Isabela only let them disappear after an apology which quickly followed suit.

Isabela let her vines off and turned back to her uncle, the playful look still in her eyes as she stood up and walked over, pretending to look offended in every which way.

Julieta rolled her eyes, "Isabela, stop staring your tio" though her mother couldn't help but smirk at her, watching as Bruno gulped and his chair swiftly span around to fave her, Isabela's vines moving the chair at her will.

"But mum! Don't you think he needs to be taught a lesson?" Isabela teased, leaning forward and not once breaking the intense eye contact she was holding with Bruno.

The man in question was holding the sides if his chair, terrified slightly, also unable to break their eye contact out if fear it would make her strike.

"You were here all this time and never visited me?" She teased, her vines making their way up and gently securing themselves around Bruno's wrists, keeping them bound to the sides if the chair, also one around his hips, keeping him in place.

Bruno broke eye contact quickly after that, looking down and realising what was about to happen, unable to hid the nervous smile on his face as he began to struggle. He looked back up amd saw the grin on his neices face.

"Ihihim sorry?" His tone was more of a question rather than a true apology, this made Isabela shake her head and criss her arms.

"I can't forgive you Bruno! You need to learn a lesson!" She then sent a couple vines to his sides, easily slipping under his ruana and shirt, the soft touches making making man want to burst out with giggles on the spot.

Bruno decided to stand string though, biting his tongue and trying to squeeze himself inwards, kicking his legs gently. He was so used to being sent into a frenzy of childish giggles so quickly and decided to fight back a little bit.

One thing he and everyone other than Mirabel and Camilo had forgotten though, was how playful and mischievous Isabela could, and would be if you let her. The young adult couldny stop the smirk that grew on her face as she watched her uncle try and fight back the giggles.

This just egged her on though... she decided that tickling his sides wouldn't be enough and sent a new vine up to his neck, though this one was filled with tiny flowers and ticklish hairs to tickle around his neck.

Bruno quickly lost it, bursting it child-like giggles as his family around him laughed at the sudden loss in concentration.

"I cant believe you would do this to me tio! All those years, and you were a wall away!" Isabela teased, acting out and throwing her arms in the air dramatically.

Though she looking like she was just being dramatic, this sent another vine to the attack, though she sent it to the right front if his tummy, it gently moving down and swirling again his belly button making Bruno kick out and squeal, trying to double over to stop the awful -wonderful- tickles.

"Pleheheaseee! Pleheheaseee I'm sorry mi Amor!" Bruno tried to use a cheesy nick name to try and sweeten her up a little, but she just let the torture continue on, Bruno seeming to get more ticklish by the second.

"Ehehehe!- Isaaabelahaha!"

"You were so close!" Isabela continued to ignore Bruno's pleas, talking to herself or no one in particular, only addressing Bruno. The vines on Bruno's sides then decided to move upwards, very slowly, deciding to start poking as they went.

"eheEHEAHHAHA- ISABELA-" Bruno's laughter continued to grow as the vines hit the bottom of his ribs, poking and gently raking it, flicking them, sending the man into hystericals.

"I can't believe this... I feel so hurt!" Isabela pretended to fan her face, easily milking everything 1000 times worse than it was.

One of the vines continued to gently stroke Bruno's belly button, the soft tickles mixed with his worst spot sent him into true hystericals quickly, the other vines quickly moving to running up and down his ribs, poking in between them and squeezing them gently, growing more vibes off of themselves to tickle more.

"SHSJSKFSJDHSJ IM SORRY IM SORRY!" Bruno was quickly worn down to a pleading puddle as he tried to escape his cage.

Isabela turned around to look at him, letting off a playful "sad" sigh, "I don't know Bruno! I feel like you're laughing at me!" She milked, gesturing to the squeaking man in his chair, holding onto the sides desperately, eyes squeezed tight and trying to double over to stop the tickles tormenting him.

"IHIHIM SORRYHEHE IM SORRYHEHE IM NOHOT LAUGHING-" Bruno let out a snort when Isabeka leaned down and squeezed his kneecap, making him throw his head back, not caring what the others thought.

"AHHHHAHHA ISA- IT TICKLESSS" Bruno continued to snort with every squeeze she gave his knees. Isabela's face quickly changed grow teasing sorrow to 'Oh this just got 10 times better'.

"PLEHEHASE PLEHEHASE PLEHEHASE SHSJSKDVDKDJSJDJSJD" Bruno wasnt actually sure how to feel, he wanted to feel embarrassed, but he didn't need to because everyone already knew he enjoyed it, he felt bad but he knew Isabela was only joking around, and his brain couldn't comprehend everything that was doing on, so he kiss shook his head back and forth, feeling as his eyes squeezed tighter together abd tears began to form on his face.

"You were here this whole time and you didn't visit me? Wow tio..." Isabeka shook her head in a joking manor, continuing to squeeze his knee caps but then also moving to his calves as he struggled.

"SIBDJSHD IM SORRY"

"Okay Isa, let's not kill your uncle?-" Julieta couldnt help but laugh and feel bad fir her brother, watching as a tear managed to fall down his cheek as he called out in laughter. Isabela was truely cold when she wanted to.

She looked up to her mum and then to her uncle and fluttered some fingers by his neck as her vines slowly shrunk down, sending him from hystericals to giggles. When they finally let go if his wrists the man gently shoved Isabela's habd away from his neck, needed a moment to breathe yet still feeling the ghostly sensations on his body.

"Nohoho more! Noho mohore!" He begged, Isabela grinned at her uncle, once he looked up to her again she pretended to pounce amd wiggle her fingers, sending the man into another batch of giggles and laughter, holding his hands up incase of another on coming attack.

Camilo and Isa both found this hilarious, both almost collapsing from laughter as Isabeka sat back down. Camilo renacted the scene, jump shifting into Bruno. Bruno's face lit up bright pink as he saw what he looked like and giggled slightly, rubbing his neck in embarrassment.

"Kids! Stop teasing your tio!" Pepa scoulded, yet she too enjoyed the show Isa and Bruno had put on for them.

After a moment Camilo jumped in, "Hey wait- if Isabela got to torture you, shouldn't all of us? Seeing as you never visited?" The gen z teased, wiggling fingers at his uncle and winking.

"Ihihi- no- thahats- Cahamilo-" Bruno was lost for words but felt a hand on his shoulder from his eldest sister.

"No no, I think Bruno's had enough for now" once more, Julieta had saved the day.

Bruno let out a sigh of relaxation as Camilo rolled his eyes bur chuckled either way. Julieta gave her younger brothers shoulder a squeeze, making him jump but soon went back to eating.

"I'm surprised Dolores never told anyone of you" Bruno said without really thinking all that much, deciding to eat some more food.

Mirabel looked up and down the table at her elder cousin, giving her a smirk. "Oh yeah... that's true. I guess you kept him a secret for me ten while years huh?"

"I suppose-" Dolores looked up from eating, and looked across the table abd glanced at her older cousin, looking back with red mischievous eyes and all her plants grown behind her, ready to attack.

"That's right Dolores..." Dolores didn't seen to be the only one who heard her gulp, almost dropping her food as her eyes went wide. Isabela grew a grin.

She was in a very mischievous mood.

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Arthur - Drive from hell

Fandom: Ikevamp

Pairings: Arthur x Reader

Genre: Fluffffff

Words: 1600

Warning: Learning to drive.... so yeah

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“You ready, duckling?” Arthur asked, full of beans, climbing from the driver’s seat and doing a light lil ol jogging around the car to open the passenger door for you.

Today was the day! You were now officially legal, and Arthur had taken it upon himself to teach you how to drive. To say you were nervous would be a gross understatement— you had barely, BARELY even passed your learners exam, and now here you were, about to be sat behind the wheel of arguably your greatest challenge yet, a 4x4 Hilux, a beast of a car in its own right.

You had already started regretting your life decisions when Arthur had to give you a hand up to get into the big beast of a car, never mind barely being tall enough to see over the steering wheel.

“Safety first, Luv,” he grinned from the passenger seat, reaching across you to help secure your seatbelt as you acclimated yourself to the change in position. How strange it was to be sitting on the other side, peddles below, massive wheel in front. And not to mention all the switches and buttons— so many little things that you had no idea what they were for or how they worked— and yet all so tempting to press and try out.

You looked over at Arthur, anxiety only growing as you had no idea where to even begin. “Alrighty, let’s get this show on the road,” he clapped his hands together, smiling broadly as he put on a pair of blue polka dot sunglasses.

Truly this man had far too much faith in you.

“Arthur, are you sure about this?” you asked one final time before placing your one foot on the clutch while the other pushed the brake—you know, just in case.

“Of course, what kind of rotten boyfriend would I be if I couldn’t even teach my lovely lady how to drive, now first things first, the safety checklist.”

He held up his gloved hand, counting off all the points to remember when driving, “Number one, make sure the car is in neutral before starting it. Number two, keep your foot on the clutch. Number three, turn the ignition all the way, and once you are ready to rumble, release the handbrake and slowly lift your foot from the clutch as you step on the gas. Got it?”

You nodded, half the instructions going completely over your head— you got this, you got this, you kept repeating to yourself like a mantra.

Your shaky hands reached for the keys, turning them until the car roared to life.

“I did it! I DID IT! Loook Arthur, look! I switched the car on!” you exclaimed, smiling brightly at Arthur, who clapped his hands together in praise.

Next, you slowly release the clutch forgetting all about the petrol and hand brake, causing the car to lurch forward and stall. You let go of a high pitched squeak, eyes going wide and knuckles turning white from gripping the steering wheel.

Clam as ever, Arthur patted you on the head, “Ah, it’s alright, Luv, see nothing to be afraid of; you simply forgot to step on the gas.”

It appeared as though Arthur had nerves of steel talking you through every instruction, patiently teaching you, and frankly, it wasn’t before long; you actually got the car moving. More than moving even, you were DRIVING!, no jerky movements, just girl vs the open road! Oh, the freedom and sense of independence were exhilarating, even at 20km per hour.

Meanwhile, Arthur was having a very different experience from the passenger seat.

Oh Lord Arthur was thankful he had taken you out to an abandoned field to learn how to drive, even more, grateful that you were driving an off-roader and not Vincent’s old fashioned bright yellow beetle, cause heaven knows death would be knocking otherwise.

Yes, despite his calm facade, he was desperately gripping the fear handle— an appropriate name, really, for what he felt in this moment was truly fear. “B-bird d-don’t you think you should slow down a little,” he stammered out; any chance of composure had been long gone as you drove at top speed (40km/h) across the planes of the field, launching the car into the air as you drove over yet another tiny hill.

“By Thunder, please, I beseech thee if there is a god I promise to live a wholesome life from this point onwards, please just spare meeee- ahhh,” he implored, sunglasses now halfway down his nose, revealing his wide shot eyes.

You drove without a care in the world, thoroughly enjoying the whole experience of driving over the small rolling hills. You rolled your eyes, one hand on the steering wheel, the other one giving Arthur’s hand a reassuring squeeze. “Come on, Arthur, don’t be so dramatic, ooooh look another dip, hold on tight,” you quickly announced with a delighted squeal navigating the terrain like a self-proclaimed pro.

The car rattled and jerked,” F-f-f-udge,” Arthur yelled out, hand shooting forward to the glove box to steady himself and prepare for the impact.

“Whoooooohooo! This is great! Who knew driving could be this fun,” you exclaimed full of joy, eyes sparkling as you spotted the next mountain to go up and conquer.

Arthur’s panicked eyes followed your line of sight, and it certainly didn’t take a genius to know what you had planned. “My love, my darling, my heart and soul, for all that is good and holy, please I beg of you, please PLEASE STOP THE CAR”, he pleaded and prayed. It was not his birthday, but hells, he was making a birthday wish on your behalf—the wish to see another day.

You looked over at Arthur once more, and upon seeing the distress crossing his feature, you cut your bundu bashing adventure short. Although realization quickly dawned upon you, spending all this time driving across the mountainside, you had not really mastered the art of coming to a smooth stop. So, you did what any new learner would do when someone demands the vehicle to a standstill. Thrust both your feet forward at the same time and pull at the emergency brake.

Arthur launched forward as the car came to a screeching halt, dust being kicked up and settling around the car— the perfect execution of an emergency stop, you mused.

Heart hammering in his ears, Arthur let go of broken laughter, hands feeling himself in disbelief, “I’m alive? I’M ALIVE! GOD, I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO DIE.”

You rolled your eyes, looking over at him, completely unimpressed, “ohhh, come on, it was not that bad? Was it?”

“I think I might just need a change of underwear after that ‘thrilling experience’,” he exaggerated, throwing the car door open and dramatically flopping onto the ground.

Why he was so happy, he almost kissed the ground. He looked at you from his place on the dirt, “I am going to need a stiff drink. Blimey bird, that was nerve-wracking.”

You turned the car off, hopping from your seat and slinking up to Arthur to offer him a hand up, mischief glowing in your eyes, “I mean, but did you die tho?”

With a shake of the head and another thankful chuckle emanating from his chest, he placed his hand in yours, “And who taught you to be this cheeky, honestly Luv.”

Climbing into the driver seat, Arthur adjusted the mirrors and started the car, his usually charming grin once more gracing to his features. “Shall I show you how it is done,” he bragged, full of confidence, happy to be back in control of the mechanic stallion.

He started the car; however, as the saying goes, ‘pride before the fall’, he failed to give enough gas and stalled the vehicle upon pulling away.

‘Shit’, he thought, sparing you a sheepish glance only for you to burst out into full-blown laughter. “You are going to show me what now; perhaps I should be the one to teach you,” you smacked your knee snorting out.

Arthur pouted, a shade of pink coming to rest upon his cheeks in embarrassment. But before he could even answer, an unimpressed grunt could be heard coming from the back seat, “That’s it, both of you out! NOW!”

Two pairs of eyes snapped back to the source of the voice only to lock onto a very, VERY traumatized and unimpressed looking dutch. He stomped out of the car before dragging Arthur from the driver’s seat.

“That is the last time I EVER let either of you near my car,’ he scowled angrily, turning the ignition and putting the car into gear.

“Hmpf can’t believe I fell for the ‘let’s go and get some birthday pancakes’ trick,” he grumbled under his voice, making his way back to the main road.

“Why old goat, that is an excellent idea!” Arthur chimed in from the backseat, starting a chant that would inevitably lead to getting what he wanted.

You joined in, of course, chanting happily with an equally broad smile littered on your face, “birthday pancakes, birthday pancakes, birthday pancakes.”

With a scoff of irritation, Theo was helpless but to go along with the whims of the day; after all, he did love pancakes, and after that traumatizing experience, he would need some sugar to cleanse his soul.

“Hmpf fine, but only because it is this one’s birthday,” he finally barked out with a roll of the eyes, yet an unmissable smirk of excitement making its way onto his lips.

#arthur conan doyle x reader #arthur conan doyle #arthur fanfiction #arthur x reader #ikevam arthur #ikevamp arthur #ikemen vampire arthur #Eeeek happpy birthday tani!

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