#But I lack the everything to tell in an engaging way DX

[mingot-studios]

i wanna make an oddworld fanstory but i lack the skills or attention span to make something of that caliber and its driving me nuts! DX

[blubberingmess]

Ready to comply [Android!Bucky x Fem!reader] chapter 2

*gif not mine*

Chapter summary: You're dizzy drunk last night, though you could vaguely remembered some of what happened. One of them is sticking one of your invention of that poor android's arm, deactivated it in the process.

Previous

It was early in the morning when you woke up with a massive headache, quickly taking the ibuprofen that's resting on your nightstand, although not remebring putting it there before sleeping.

Too tired to think about it, you took the medicine before making your way out of your bedroom.

"Good morning, (Y/n)."

"Son of a bitch! Who the hell are you?!" You screeched, placing a hand on your chest. Eyes still a bit blurry from sleep, you squinted them and saw an android standing still in the middle of your kitchen. Its hand behind its back, standing straight while staring blankly at you.

"Hello (Y/n), my name is... Bucky. Android B107 of CyberStark. Serial number; 103-678-3--" He began reciting his serial number all while scanning you from head to toe, although it looks like his checking you out.

[(Y/n);acquaintance]

[Scanning 'acquaintance'...] [Scanning complete]

[(Y/n);;; vital signs: 14% elevated ; "head"pain level>> 36%]

"Okay-okay! I remember now, fuck." You rubbed your temple while letting out an exasperated sigh. "Your making my headache worse."

["Head"pain level>> 40%]

"You asked me who I was, (Y/n)," Bucky points out matter-of-factly causing you to raise an eyebrow.

You scoffed, giving him a once over. "For an android, you sure are cocky. How long have you been standing there in my kitchen looking like a creep?"

"I've been standing here for approximately five hours, forty-three minutes and sixteen seconds."

You scrunched up your face before rolling your eyes, muttering a small "fucking creep" before making your way towards the stove to cook yourself some breakfast - surprise, surprise.

The android is completely unaffected by your words, turning his heels and started looking around your living area, scanning anything and everything like all androids would when positioned in a new environment.

Bucky is silent as a ghost as he walks around the living room and it slightly makes you uncomfortable knowing there is someone-- an android-- with you right this at moment inside your apartment yet not hearing anything.

It's like you're aware that there's a ghost beside you - it's just silent but it's there.

"So," you started, trying to fill in the silence. "What kind of android are you?" You're his owner right? Might as well get to know the android you've bought.

Bucky looks up from your plastic plant in the corner of the living room, eyes darting to the side to look at you. When he saw your back is faced towards him, he looks back down on the other plant -- this time, it's real-- beside the plastic one while answering your question.

"I'm a protector. My mission is to keep the humans safe."

The pancake you are cooking began to bubble on top and kept your eyes locked onto it as you questioned Bucky. "What? Like a bodyguard of some sort?"

Bucky turn his attention to the coffee table, analyzing the contents scattered on top of it. There's an empty pizza box and a half full uncapped bottle of coke, a bag of empty chips and a few used tissues with grease all over them; obviously from the pizzas and chips.

"You could say that."

His answer slightly surprised you, turning your cheek at him but not looking as your eyes focused on the tiled floor. "What?"

"I am programmed with skills most androids don't have. I am not like the DX line model for my biocomponents are much more advanced and my body can withstand most bullets and harsh climates," he explained whilst gently grabbing a picture frame.

It's a picture of a teenage girl holding the hand of another girl that looks exactly like you; much more younger and small, both smiling brightly at the camera.

[Scanning picture]

[Niki (L/n); age: 38 ;; year of birth: 3014 occupation: model at 'south of CSCV', and also known as Serpent]

[History: Adoptive daughter of (M/n) and (F/n) (L/n).]

"What kind of bullet is the most critical yet you can still handle?" Bucky heard you asked from the kitchen as the words and numbers cleared out in his vision.

".700 Nitro bullets." He answered, placing the frame back exactly where it belongs, like it never been moved in the first place. Bright blue eyes scanning the new information that appears in front that only he could see. His LED flickering from blue to orange then back.

[Searching >> (M/n) (L/n) and (F/n) (L/n)]

[Searching complete]

[(M/n); deceased, (F/n); missing ;; two daughters>> Nicki (L/n) and (Y/n) (L/n)]

"You're kidding me, right?" You flipped the second pancake before turning your whole body around to face your android, crossing your arms over your chest.

[New information found regarding (Y/n);acquaintance >> surname: (L/n)]

Bucky simply stares back at you with his usual blank, calculating eyes. "I am not," he replied.

"And CyberStark is planning on selling androids like you to the public?" That's downright stupid and dangerous. If an android like him gets into the wrong hands, who knows what could happened.

"It seems so." Bucky must've finished scanning your whole entire living room as he just stands there in the middle of the room. His arms behind his back and his posture straight as ever, awaiting to assist you if needed.

He doesn't really have to do that. You don't own him, he just followed you out of the store for reasons unknown to him. You're just the person who bought it... by force, too caught up on being drunk to actually know-- remeber-- what you've done.

You whistled, turning your attention back at your pancake. Not to your surprise, it's slightly burnt.

"Anything else I need to know about your model?"

Bucky answered without any hesitation. "As a prototype, CyberStark built me with two thirium pumps and if the public and the government ever approve with my model, CyberStark will change the design to the usual one thirium pump paper android like the normal android design." A pause. "I am also programmed to be able to engage on sexual intercourse."

"Fucking hell, a personal bodyguard and also a sex android? That's what I call 'safe and satisfied'," you smirked, picking up your plate of pancakes and began making your way to the living room.

You really have to try that later

You plopped down on your couch and started stuffing your face with your maple syrup drenched pancakes. It's not the best but you could care less.

Bucky's eyes follows you, not noticing the small click that sounded like a camera the moment he blinked his eyes.

"How much did I paid for you? A million?" You laughed. "My sister would be pissed!"

Bucky watched as you stuff your face with the greasy looking pancakes, contemplating if he should tell the truth about you not actually paying for anything-- basically stealing him from the shop-- or not.

"Wait, you said you're a prototype." You slowly chewed on your food, lifting up your head to look at him with a horrified look plastered on your face as the realization sets in.

"Oh shit. You're the prototype.... Oh, fuck, please tell me I'm wrong."

You're dizzy drunk last night, though you could vaguely remembered some of what happened. One of them is sticking one of your invention of that poor android's arm, deactivated it in the process.

Poor android, only doing it's job.

"You are correct." Bucky nodded his head before asking politely, "Is there something wrong?"

You were about to retort when a sound of loud knocking cuts you off before you can even open your mouth, making the two of you snaps your heads towards the door.

You cursed under your breath and moved your plate on top of the pizza box considering there's no more room to place it in the coffee table, and cautiously made your way to the door.

Glancing at the small screen attached to your door, you saw two men wearing suits and ties with matching sunglasses. One of them knocked a few more times before stepping back, both looking up where the small camera is placed, waiting patiently.

Bucky immediately goes and stood behind you, hands to his side and chest puffs out as he waits for your next move or his built in instinct, really.

Opening the door where only half of your face could be seen from the outside, you greeted the two men in suits. More like snapped a harsh, "What?"

Fuck being polite, they look sketchy as hell.

"We just wanted to ask you if you have a B107 android inside?" The bald one asked, his tone monotonous and gruff.

It took you all the willpower to keep your eyes at the two, silently hoping they wouldn't see the tall android behind you.

"Never heard about that model before. New?" You casually asked, resuming your act of innocence.

"Can we look inside?" The other man asked, ignoring your question. If it weren't for the lack of LED on their temples, you would've thought they were androids.

Unless they removed it, but you doubt they would do such thing. Only deviants have the 'guts' to physical remove their LEDs, which considered as a symbol of enslavement.

The revolution between humans and androids happened decades ago, androids are set free and finally have their own rights. Some became deviants, but some stayed the same; stone-faced, unsentimental machines.

But the two men in front of you, they look like they work for someone and you are certain it's not for CyberStark. You instantly knew because they don't have those shiny CyberStark logo pins.

"Why? I just told you, I never heard about a B107 before."

"Let us inside or we let ourselves in by force."

This is the moment you knew that they knew what you've done, that you have the android they are looking for.

"Fuck you," you growled before slamming the door shut, emergency locking it.

You quickly took Bucky's hand and sprint inside your bedroom, also locking it behind you. You grab your backpack from the hook behind your door and run towards your desk where your laptop, small gadgets, and inventions are messily set, shoving all of them as fast as you can.

The android analyzed your frantic movement, on guard as he quickly noted that the two men from outside are a threat.

"Bucky, let's go!"

"Where are we going, (Y/n)?" He calmly asked, tilting his head to the side.

You opened the window and slipped a leg out, glaring harshly at the android. "I don't know, but hopefully not in jail."

You both heard the front door slammed open and two sets of heavy footsteps sprinting towards your room.

Your heart jumps in fright and screamed at the android who is still calmly standing inside your room. Is he serious? Did you just bought a defective prototype of an android?!

"Come on you fucking scrap meta--" Your breath hitched when you saw one of his eyes quickly turned bright orange.

Bang!

🎧 Bang! bang! Into the room, I know you want it 🎶

[levynne]

5, 12, 14, and 16 for one of your vampire dudes. Not Jay tho. I can only remember his name and want to learn about others DX

First of all, HOW DARE YOU?? You are my SISTER?

Don’t call me out like this you know Jay is my favorite son and I care about him

Also considering the fact that I only have three male characters that are vampires, which are Jay, Tama, and their dad, I’m gonna assume you meant Tama ;P (but I really wanna do it for both my twins and you can’t stop me)

To appease you I’ll answer them for Tama first, then Jay. Be more specific next time if you want to hold me back. >:)

so yeah

you said no Jay but I did it anyways

5. How would your OC generally react to someone being verbally abusive towards them for no apparent reason? : Tama wouldn’t take it if he didn’t know the person that well. Although he’s not too great with emotions, he can tell when someone’s just being a flat out jerk. (He’s got experience. He knows his kind.)  As such, he’ll ignore any criticism from others if he feels they aren’t “worthy” of his time. Once again, it doesn’t even need to be valid criticism. If you mean nothing to him, he ignores you. That’s that. However, if someone important to him lashed out like that, he’d take it hard, even if it were just false accusations. He only lets in a small circle of people, and when they betray his trust, he shuts down somewhat since it causes him to doubt his own judgment. If that makes sense.

Jay, on the other hand, would not take kindly to any form of verbal abuse. He went through that somewhat with his dad when he and Tama were younger, and it really damaged him emotionally. He’s pretty unstable in general, and it doesn’t take a lot to set him off. It took almost ten years for Haru to get him functioning somewhat normally again, even though he only went through the abuse for like two. He’s already hurt from the past, and it really doesn’t take long to break him back down.

12. What is one of the most primary things your OC feels that is missing from their life?: For Tama, it’s a purpose. He’s gone through so much training and so much refinement throughout his life, but he doesn’t really feel like it’s amounted to anything. Sure, it’s probably in part due to the fact that he’s a literal genius and his mind is working way faster than he can handle, but he really doesn’t have much direction overall. That’s probably why he stays up really late doing random research; he wants to find something he can be passionate about.

For Jay, it’s stability. His brain is generally chaotic and self-destructive, and he just wants a way to calm that storm. he spends so much time worrying about those around him that he neglects himself, and as such he doesn’t have too much of an emotional foundation. I think he’s just concerned with how he’ll turn out if his “support group” isn’t around.

14.If your OC gets into a fight with their best friend, would they wait for their friend to make up with them, or would they try and make up with their friend?:  Tama’s the type of person who would let everyone else in the situation handle the emotional weight. His philosophy when it comes to personal matters is to shrug it off, ignore the whole thing, and wait for everyone else to realize that he was right. This often fails because, believe it or not, the smart guy isn’t always correct. I don’t say best friend in particular bc Tama doesn’t really have one. He gets along with like three or four people and two of those include his twin brother and fiancée. (gosh I always forget that Tama and Elfi are technically engaged)

Jay’s so emotionally unstable that he first swings into full blown hatred, then deep regret. He lets the fight go on, thinking it’s not his fault, then switches positions entirely and tries to make amends because, according to him, everything was his fault and he’s really sorry. He and Haru have had one major fight in the whole time they’ve been friends and it ended with Jay punching Haru in the face then apologizing profusely for like a week (lots of tears. so many tears). I’m pretty sure that’s the only time he’s ever actually punched someone.

16. Is your OC good at giving others validation of their feelings and making them feel understood?: I’m pretty sure Tama’s good at doing the opposite. He is very bad with making people feel better. In fact, he often makes things worse because he’s blunt as heck and lacks all tact whatsoever. It’s pretty impressive because someone who talks as formally as Tama usually doesn’t insult others so blatantly. He has a gift for rudeness.

Jay can go... either way. If he likes you? Affectionate, reassuring, understanding, takes your side... Generally a supportive person. If not? You’re met with sarcasm, bitterness, basically everything you DON’T want to hear when upset. He can be mean when he wants to, and he does it very well.

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WELL THIS CAME OUT LONGER THAN EXPECTED. SORRY ABOUT THAT. I JUST REALLY LOVE TALKING ABOUT MY RUSSIAN SONS.