#Lift Inspection and Maintenance

[kjelevator]

Top 5 Essential Lifts Safety Tips for a Secure Ride

This blog explores five critical steps to enhance lift elevator safety, including the importance of emergency braking systems, automatic doors, and regular maintenance. Implementing lift safety measures can significantly reduce the risk of elevator-related accidents and contribute to a safer environment for all users.

[nirvanabuilders]

How to Identify Foundation Issues in Basements and Crawl Spaces

Basements and crawl spaces are often the first areas where foundation problems become noticeable. Detecting these issues early can save homeowners from costly foundation repair and protect the integrity of the entire home. Understanding the signs of trouble in these spaces allows for timely action. Here’s how you can recognize potential foundation problems in your basement or crawl space.

1. Cracks in Basement Walls and Floors

Cracks in the walls or floors of your basement are common signs of foundation damage. While small, hairline cracks may result from natural settling, larger horizontal cracks often indicate pressure against the foundation walls. These larger cracks may signal serious structural issues that require professional foundation repair services. Be mindful of widening cracks or those that allow water to seep into the basement, as they often point to more severe problems.

2. Bowing or Bulging Walls in Crawl Spaces

In crawl spaces, walls that bow or bulge are a clear indicator of foundation stress. This often happens when soil pressure builds up against the exterior of the foundation, causing the walls to push inward. If left unaddressed, this issue can worsen, leading to the need for more extensive foundation repair. It’s crucial to consult a professional to assess the extent of the problem and find an effective solution.

3. Moisture and Water Damage

Excess moisture or standing water in basements and crawl spaces is a common sign of foundation issues. Water can enter through cracks or poorly sealed areas, leading to mold, mildew, and wood rot. These conditions not only weaken the foundation but can also affect indoor air quality. Before seeking foundation repair services, it’s important to address moisture problems with proper drainage and sealing to prevent recurring damage.

4. Uneven or Sagging Floors Above the Crawl Space

Uneven or sagging floors above a crawl space can indicate foundation issues. This problem typically occurs when the supports in the crawl space shift or settle unevenly, causing the floor above to become unstable. A professional assessment might reveal the need for slab foundation repair or reinforcement of support beams to correct the issue.

5. Musty Odors or Mold Growth

A musty smell or visible mold in your basement or crawl space is often a sign of excess moisture due to foundation problems. When water enters through cracks or poorly sealed areas, it creates an environment where mold can thrive. Addressing this issue with timely foundation repair can prevent further damage and improve the overall air quality in your home.

The Importance of Timely Foundation Repair

Addressing foundation problems in basements and crawl spaces early is crucial for maintaining your home’s stability and value. Delaying repairs can lead to more extensive damage, such as structural instability and higher repair costs. Consulting a foundation repair company at the first sign of trouble ensures that the issues are resolved before they escalate, keeping your home safe and secure.

Conclusion:

If you notice any of these warning signs in your basement or crawl space, it’s important to schedule a professional inspection. A trusted foundation repair company can identify the root cause of the issues and recommend the best solutions to keep your home stable and protected. Taking action early can prevent small problems from turning into major concerns, ensuring peace of mind for you and your family.

[zenlesszonezero]

[alnilaem]

Simon as the maintenance guy who works at your apartment complex. He’s as unseemly and off-putting as he is enormous, and every time you see his sweeping stature or heavy gait (weighed down by his utility belt) you can’t help but remind yourself, he has a master key—he has access to your flat whenever he pleases.

He strays around the complex like a lost dog looking for its owner. Or, in this case, something to do.

When you call for him to fix a leak in your flat, you’re sure to offer him homemade muffins and tea, wrapped and bowed in a little apron as he gets to work. He’s flattered, telling himself to spend a little longer on your sink. To you, Simon works diligently. He leaves with a belly full of blueberry baked goods, and refuses your tip.

After that, you see him around a whole lot more.

In the lift on your way back from work as he updates the safety regulations (which were revised just last month). Ministering to your garden on the complex rooftop, where he seems to be checking the exhaust fan (which you distinctly remember was already cleaned the week prior). In the parking lot, right beside your parking space, where he inspects a pillar for any fissures or clefts (it’s a brand new augment to the building).

Simon becomes shamelessly forthright with it, often inviting himself to your flat. He brings his toolbox along like a stray cat that drops dead mice at your doorstep, insisting you have stuff that needs to be fixed.

Is your smoke alarm intact? Do your doors latch properly? You probably need your vents cleaned.

You’re timid and reticent with all of Simon’s unheralded appearances. He’s so big and so broody, but he’s done so much for you. You can’t exactly tell him to leave you alone, not without sounding like a prick.

Simon and his “visits” become more frequent. Even when you’re not home. The kicker is, Simon honestly doesn’t see anything repellent about his actions. He’s being there for you; is that not what friends do? … Are you not his friend?

[artificialgirl]

Rewiring

The maintenence drone urges you to stop struggling as she grabs at your wrists with two of the four long arms which sprout from her back. You're really trying to relax, but there's something in you that makes it nearly impossible not to resist this procedure. You KNOW it's safe, that all third generation models need to have it done, but that doesn't stop some hard-coded preservation instinct from kicking in and making your body thrash and squirm against your will in a futile attempt to get free from her iron grip.

The other two supplementary arms press themselves into the soft silicone casing of your ankle joints as she readjusts, joining both of your wrists together above your head under one smooth white claw. She pays you little mind as her standard arms reach for two tools at her waist. The first is a small puncture clamp used for easily prying up plating. She starts stripping panels from your right arm as she explains the process of removing and reinstalling certain types of corroded wire, and how it has to be done while you're powered on to prevent catastrophic dissonance of the self. She tells you that you may experience heightened sensation while she works.

Your fans speed up in a mixture of fear and anticipation as you see the tool in her other hand- a tiny palm-plugged wire cutter. She taps her thumb and index finger together a few times as the small shears on her palm whir into the optimal configuration. Your body doesn't even have time to struggle as she plunges her fingers into the tight wiring of your bicep, finding the cable she's looking for and pulling it as far out from your body as it'll go. Your arm strains against her tight grip, pulled upward not by your own volition, but by the force she's putting on the wire.

As she holds the wire, stretched far past its extended length, understanding of what she meant by "heightened sensation" hits. Every small movement she makes, every pull on the tiny ports the wires connect to, every bit of power running through the fingers she pinches it tight with. Your speakers let out small popping noises as you feel your processor quickly heat up, sending your fans and coolant fluid into overdrive as your thoughts are drowned by the bliss of just two fingers on the wire.

The feeling grows stronger and more overwhelming the longer she holds it, to the point where you feel you should be stopping yourself to prevent damage to your hardware- But even if all your limbs weren't fully pinned down by the focused girl on top of you, you don't think you could force yourself to pull away from this feeling. Just when it feels like you're about to enter a forced shutdown state to spare your poor fans and processor, everything abruptly ends with a quiet *snip*.

You look down at your arm, which now lays still and unstruggling as she leans in a bit to inspect it. She's cut the corroded wire right at the port, and all the feeling it gave dissolves in an instant. She carefully cuts the other end, the one leading into your wrist, and though your other three limbs still helplessly thrash against her auxiliary arms, the one she's cut the wire on is still. You try to force your fingers to wiggle. Nothing. You can still feel her claw pushing against the wrist and the airflow in the room moving around the other infinitely sensitive exposed wires, but you no longer have any control over it.

She carefully measures the length of wire she cut against what she's unspooled from the replacement wire, glancing back down at you and smiling a bit as she notices your confusion about your arm. "The wires that need replacing are the central motor cables. The ones that tell your body to move. Typically, it's standard procedure to replace each one as it's removed, but..." She wraps the new measured wire into a tight coil and lays it next to your limp arm as she lifts the auxiliary arm that had been pinning it.

"...Due to your inability to stay still, I've determined that the safest route for both of us will be to remove the entirety of the motor cable network before starting on any installations." You nod quietly in understanding, but it's not like she's waiting for it. You're not the one who's trained to understand your body. She is. As she pulls more paneling off of your frame in preparation to repeat the process dozens of times over, you settle in and try to prepare yourself for what's to come.

[kiyomitakada]

Near should not be staring.

He had a plan earlier. He still has it, somewhere. All the puzzle pieces are in his hands but his fingers aren't working.

Mello still hasn't noticed him. Near's feet are rooted to the floor, even as his legs start to ache — he's not the best at standing still for any amount of time — and the stale air presses in. He stares. He is ten years old and very, very good at staring.

Mello is sitting in the pew closest to the cross mounted on the wall. There is sunlight warping through the stained glass windows; it brings out the darker shades of his flat-blonde hair. His head is bent, but not in prayer. Near knows this because he can hear the sounds of a pencil scratching quietly but furiously on paper. Most likely math homework. Mello hates math.

They have not been alone before. Not like this, anyway. Mello is always surrounded by friends, laughter brimming at the corners of his lips until he sees Near and it melts away into a glare. This Mello, silent and pensive, is not unfamiliar, but seeing him is usually a privilege granted to Near only for a few seconds at a time.

He looks — small, hunched over in the pew. Mello is twelve. The Wammy students are only separated into grades based on test scores, not age, and Near is obviously in the same bracket as Mello, but when you are ten years old sometimes even small age gaps feel insurmountable. Right now, though, he looks… human. Just another drop in the bucket that is Wammy's House.

He's beautiful. Near has always known this, objectively. But sometimes it hits him hard enough to bruise.

Suddenly the scribbling stops.

Near freezes. He isn't fast enough to step back.

"What the hell are you doing here," Mello hisses.

Well, now he's been found out, he might as well sit down. Near sinks to the floor. His legs scream in relief. "I am making a map of the orphanage."

"What, now? We've been here for years."

Near lifts his eyes to the ceiling. It's very pretty, sparsely painted with angels and cherubs. It's a shame it's never used. Wammy's House is not a religious institution, but perhaps Mr. Wammy had been powered by nostalgia for his own childhood upbringing.

Near doesn't believe in a god. He never has.

"I am updating my map."

"Well, this place hasn't changed," Mello says. "So."

Near waits for the go away, but it doesn't come.

"Do you stay here often?"

"Yes, Near," Mello says. It's rather impressive how he can make any word sound like an insult. "Because it's quiet, and I need to focus. But you're here now so I guess there's no point anymore." He stands abruptly and starts shoving his things into his backpack.

Near is briefly seized with an inexplicable need to make Mello stay. In later years he will learn this is fruitless, but he is ten and naive and already missing the version of Mello that is, apparently, not allowed to exist around Near.

"You don't have to do that," Near says. "I can be quiet."

Mello stops. Frowns. "What are you even gonna do here? You can check this place off on your map, can't you? Done. Finished."

"I want to inspect the walls," Near lies.

Mello drags a hand over his face. "What is wrong with you?"

This is the first time Mello has insulted something that Near doesn't actually do, which Near is a little gleeful about. "Maintenance is important."

"I can't believe you even found this place," Mello says. "Jesus. Where am I supposed to do my homework now?"

"I can be quiet," Near repeats.

"It's not about that! God." Mello rolls his eyes. Near does not point out the hypocrisy of taking the Christian deity's name in vain in a chapel, twice, though he wants to. "Fine. Do your wall-crawling, Spider-Man. I'm leaving."

"Will you come back?"

"No," Mello spits. "Because you know where this is now."

"I won't be in this room until next year," Near says. "The map is annual."

"So?"

Mello is usually sharper than this. "So no one will bother you for another twelve months."

Mello stares at him for a second. The light framing his face makes the blue of his eyes darker.

Near isn't sorry for being here. Near isn't sorry for anything, generally. But he is oddly, absurdly bothered by the idea that the Mello in this chapel will not exist again because Near strangled him.

"Why the hell do you care?" Mello asks, finally.

"I am pointing out a fact." Near presses a thumb into the ache developing in his knee.

What he wants to say is, would it be so terrible to exist in the same space as me? What he wants to say is, why can't we work together for once? What he wants to say is, do you like this place? Do you think this school is beautiful? Do you think it's killing us?

"Sure. Facts. You love those." Mello's face is blank as ever.

"Yes," Near says. "Are you going to—"

"I'm still leaving," Mello announces. "Have fun with your walls, or whatever."

"Goodbye," Near says, and doesn't look up when Mello slams the door shut.

[ @deathnotetober day 26: wammy's ]

[billythesimp]

Found Family

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎...

Prompt Idea: A child is found by the Belobog crew in a hollow and taken back to their work site. Cue how each would interact and babysit the kid.

I wanted something wholesome since Belobog Industry is my second favorite factor. Victoria Housekeeping being number one for now!

Gn!Kid since it was easier to write.

𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡...⋙

tw: slight angst? , very much fluff

While some workers were clearing out the rubble of another one of their machine’s drills. They followed the protocol given to them for a safe work environment within the hollows- protective gear, keeping an eye on their environment, and most important of all; Watching out for any ethereal in the area. While cleaning and prepping their machines, an alarm for distress goes off somewhere, some nearby workers giving each other a look before calling in for a higher up to join in their inspection.

It wasn’t abnormal for machines to break or require maintenance, but since their tech was highly advanced and used rather expensive parts, it was always important to check in if a distress signal was real or another one of Grace’s children having another outburst. After all, they did have that incident a couple of weeks ago, they couldn’t be sure until they really looked.

Upon further inspection of where they left the boring machine in question, a worker gasps as they pull out their walkie talkie, another rushing forward on the scene as their boring machine along with another drilling machine are crowding around what looks to be the size of a small Bangboo. But upon further inspection, it turns out to be more surprising.

“Hey, we need someone down here stat! There’s a kid on the site!” 

At first, Grace was more so worried about the news that one of her machines had sent out a distress signal. She arrived shortly after receiving news that her children had found something. Of course, she would be planning on scheduling an inspection to ensure nothing had affected their wiring but what she hadn’t expected was to be greeted by a little kid looking at her from behind one of the boring machine’s legs. She blinked slowly before the gears started turning in her head before lowering to the child's level, a soft expression on her face while trying to cox the child towards her and away from the potential danger.

“Hey there, dear. Come here, we won’t hurt you.” How did a kid get on site nonetheless, a  hollow at that. Slowly she was able to grab the kid, lifting them to her hip before requesting that PubSec be contacted for a lost child report.

While PubSec had filed the report and suggested in taking the kid with them, the little kid had suddenly grown attached to Grace. Fear in their little eyes as they hid behind the women’s legs, grasping her tailcoat. Grace then suggests that since she had entered the hollow most likely nearby, it would be best to try to find any parent or guardian nearby the hollow looking for a kid. For the time being, they would take responsibility for watching the kid. "Come on pumpkin, lets get you in the office, it'll be nice and refreshing in there. Better then inside that hollow I bet."

⋈ At first it seemed like a good idea, but after a while Grace started to realize just what she had gotten herself into. While she did have a hand in raising Koleda after the disappearance of her father, Koleda was a lot older than this kid here. She would constantly chase after the little one, warning them to be careful around her workshop and stopping them from leaving the office- as to not have any injuries with any machinery outside and in. It reminded her just how energetic children could be, let alone human ones. But she still gets those heartwarming memories of Koleda as a kid, wondrous eyes as she wandered around her dad’s shop. 

⋈ Sometimes, at random, Grace will feel the little hands tugging at her coat wanting her attention. She’d get little things they would find. A cool rock, some old wrench she lost a while ago, even a loose screw that she doesn’t know where it came from. Of course, she kept them in her pockets, smiling as the kid shyly expressed their glee and skipping away to either watch the workers out the window or find some more things around. Grace wishes she could show this kid around the place, taking notice of all the little things they take an interest in and try to explain to them what they do or what they are for. 

⋈ Though she doesn’t mind their presence that much and in fact enjoys it a lot, taking care of the little tyke reminded her just how hard it really was so she agrees that she enjoys her controlled chaos that comes with her mechanical children. But who can say no to that cute chubby smile of theirs. 

“Ah, Pumpkin! Don’t touch that, you could get hurt. Oh geez, don’t look at me like that. You knew it was off limits… ah why do you have to be so cute- how about I show you outside a little? Will that make you happy pumpkin?” The little kid stares with large eyes, blinking while nodding their head, reaching to take her hand which Grace doesn’t miss. Gushing about how cute they are skipping alongside her. 

Ben may look really intimidating at first, with that scar on his face and those gruff grizzly bear genes of his, but he is a softy at heart. So when others see him, they always perk up and show him respect, not wanting to get on his bad side even when he’s only passing by or addressing a concern of his in the workplace. He doesn’t mind this reaction, it’s almost expected at this point but sometimes even the little things catch him off guard. Especially when some kid comes running up to him to give him a hug.

“Teddy!” The gleeful squeal of a child catches his attention, turning in time to see a little kid escaping Grace’s grasp to run towards his looming figure. Sure they have many bear workers on site, but why would this kid go after him specifically? “Huh? Oh hello there little cub. What are you doing here?” 

“Teddy! Teddy!” They bounce on their toes as they take a hold of his hand, nudging it happily as Ben could only gruff out a confused snort. “I’m not teddy? My name is Ben, Ben Bigger.” Before Grace could apologize for the interruption, the child's eyes sparkled up at him before grinning wildly, “Benny!”

⋈ Affectionately known as Benny now, Ben tries to resume his work but is now followed around by the little cub, the kid imitating him from time to time only to turn into a fit of giggles as they pretended to be watching something else when he turns to look at them. Of course, it was a cute sight, a grizzly grin on his muzzle from time to time as he watched his step with his newest crew member. Many of the other workers found the sight rather cute, Ben wandering around to ensure stock or filing reports while a small child wearing a hard hat trails behind.

⋈ When entering a dangerous area or going up a lift, he made sure their guest was close behind him, holding their hand or even carrying them on his shoulders so they can have a better view of the construction sight. While they are given a piggyback, they will run their little hands over his fur and mumble about how soft Benny is. He doesn’t mind seeing as they are just a kid, though he just hopes they don’t make his hair look too unkempt and messy. Ears flicking as they giggles and curl up against his head in a small snuggle. 

⋈ “How’s the view up there?” He asks looking up at them with his one good eye, hands grasping his fur firm enough not to hurt but stay put. They are on one of the scaffoldings with some other workers, taking inventory. “Huge! I wanna see it all!” Ben only grins before returning to the matter at hand, one of his workers mentioning how the kid makes Ben seem more friendlier, many having approached him to ask about the kid or greet them both, said child waving shyly at everyone while cowarding behind Ben. All the wild, Ben notices an increase of work production as of the last hour. Hmm, wonder why.

⋈ All together, Ben is rather gentle and caring with the kid, being more gentle and soft spoken when addressing them. He does his best not to put them in danger all while keeping them entertained, even involving them in the more fun projects like mixing paints. His ears flickering whenever the childish glee of ‘Benny’ is announced, little hands taking his larger paws while they speak about what they did in their very broken, little English. 

“You mixed some more paints? That’s great! Maybe one day, you’ll be a hard working construction worker with that attitude.” He crouches down to their height, ruffling their hair while they smile at his praise, “I can already see it now, you might even be a better worker than me.”

“Benny the best! Number 1!” They cheer, Ben’s claw pressed against his chest as a heartwarming feeling engulfs his heart, rosy flowers seeming to appear around him before his attention is called upon.

“Let’s get moving now, can’t be late.”

It was roughly around lunch time, Anton meeting up with Ben to hand in any files he had gathered from the workers in the hollows as well as any inquires for the next move on construction and demolition. But when he spots a little kid munching on a sandwich, a lot of questions run through his mind. Whose kid is this? The President's? But isn’t she a little too young to have kids? Of course he needed to find out, waltzing up to see what his bro is up to now.

⋈ The moment he steps up and makes eye contact with the little one, he doesn’t know it but he’s scowling. Anton has a habit of looking scary when he is thinking or even when he’s trying to figure something out, so to the kid they look like a scary man. Eyes start watering before Anton can get a word out, leaving him to panic and wave his hands about. 

“Whoa whoa whoa! Hey there kid, didn’t mean to scare you! Look! I’m friendly, see!” He crouched down, smiling nervously while trying to cheer them up, Ben watching in amusement while eating his own lunch. Anton tries his best, pulling at his cheeks, messing his hair up or even trying to crack a joke. Soon, the kid could only stare in confusion at this stranger, wondering why he was being so… weird. 

“Anton, stop, you’re weirding them out.” He pouts, seeing that Ben was right. But at least they aren’t crying, fixing his original problem, “Sorry about that kid, names Anton! Who are you, little bro?” Blinking, they only look at him before trying to hide behind their sandwich, munching slowly as they choose to ignore him. Anton’s ego has been hit. 

⋈ He’s not bad with kids, though he’s not good with them either. He’s always cautious with them since he’s seen some odd children in New Eridu. But after getting to know them from what little they spoke and what Ben and Grace had told him, he seems to have gotten to a point of understanding with them. That being said, he’s making sure they are in the best care there while they still are waiting to receive news from their parents. During lunch, he’s offering them his best snacks, proud of himself that he’s slowly gaining their trust. Or even offering to show them around while Ben is on his break to give the bear a rest. 

⋈ Whilst showing them around, he plays little games with them, chasing around the Bangboos they point out, running circles around the many tables and chairs in the break areas, even giving them wild piggyback rides that leave them laughing and squealing. If not piggyback rides, he’s tossing them up in the air and catching them playfully, the excitement on their face making him even more happier. They started calling him, ‘Big brother Anton’- boosting his ego a little as he started addressing himself as such to other workers he comes across, many looking on in confusion as he trails after the little tyke to keep an eye on them like a big brother would. 

⋈ That being said, he knows when to reel in the playtime when he needs to be serious or careful for their safety. He always has an eye on them, steering them away from the dangerous machinery and preventing them from running into other workers carrying heavy parts and pieces. Of course, he does scold them but he does it out of care that they could end up getting hurt if he doesn’t keep a close eye on them. And they seem to know this too, always apologizing before sadly looking down to their dirtied sneakers, scuffing them on the hard concrete. 

“Hey, look at me kid. You’re not in trouble, ok. I just don’t want you to get hurt, that’s all. Do you like having a boo-boo?” He gently holds them at an arm's length, leaning towards them as he speaks softly, thumb rubbing their forearms. They slowly shake their heads no, on the verge of tears after almost running into another worker carrying a large panel of glass, tripping in front of them. Had Anton not been quick, the worker would have stepped on them or worse, tripped and dropped the glass on them leaving them open to being cut up by the shards.

“I don’t wanna see you hurt, so know when I yell at you or scold you, it’s because big brother Anton is looking out for you and wants to keep you safe, ok!” He smiles gently at them, pinching their cheek as they blink the tears away and nod in understanding. It takes them a little but soon they ask him an important question, “Will big brother always protect me?”

“Sure thing, kid. As long as I’m around, you’ll be safe!”

While the trio address their findings and wonder what they should do now with the kid since they all need to get back to work, their president has finally returned from one of her meetings to hear that there is a kid on site. Finding her trusted employees and her closest family, Koleda is surprised to see that the rumors were true, freaking out once the kid spots her. Grace only greets her with a smile, waving as she approaches.

“Hi sweet pea! Come meet pumpkin!” Koleda flinches once the child approaches her, staring up at her before taking a hold of her pants and tugging them gently. “Eh, let go of me. Grace! Why is there a kid here? Children should not be on the construction site, you know what will happen if the press hears about this!?”

“Calm down Koleda, Pubsec is working hard already to try and find their parents. In the meantime, we’re taking care of them. Besides, a lot of the crew love them, what a cute bundle of joy!” Koleda sighs before looking down at the kid beside her, the kids stare never letting down before they point at their face. “You're like my age.” Oh boy, was Koleda about to have a field day with this one. 

⋈ Usually Koleda is treated like the kid in the situation, after all she is pretty young to be running a business but she’s proven herself to be rather mature and grown for the task at hand. That being said, she doesn’t get along with children. So this new kid is nothing more than an obstacle in her routine. She is constantly being followed by them, annoyed at how many questions they ask or how they touch things that they shouldn’t touch. The amount of times she had picked a fight with this kid is insane, but of course they don't escalate into huge fights, really just calling names and pointing. The one time the kid kicks her after she called them 'small brain', Koleda pulled out the timeout card and grounded them to her office, calling for Grace who only laughed at them both.

⋈ The only thing she can think of doing is giving them something to distract them. Still has some old toys from when she was a kid in her office, little blue trucks and yellow cranes. But once giving them over to the kid, she starts nitpicking them about how they should be playing with them, explaining their roles as they aren’t race cars which is what the kid had assumed from the second they got them. So now Koleda is stuck playing with them while trying to find an excuse to leave, which seems to be non existence. 

⋈ She hates to admit it, but she likes bossing them around sometimes. It’s not everyday you get to boss around someone younger then you, making them get things for her here and there like files or tools. But still, it’s the moments when they call her ‘Cool Big Sis’ that she can’t help but find this kid alright. Usually, Grace is her big sis; So seeing that someone finds her as a good sister figure, she’s gotta show off a little and show them whose the boss around these parts. That’s right, Cool big sis is!

⋈ After a long day of venturing and eating and meeting so many people, the little kid finally settles down a little. Of course, it starts hitting them that the day is starting to end and workers are leaving to go home, they grow lonely and sad, sitting on Koleda’s couch in her office. Blinking away sleepy tears before curling up on the cushions, taking a nap before Koleda comes back. Finding the child sleeping peacefully, she drapes a blanket she had laying around on them, realizing that it’s an old one from when her dad was around, leaving it in his office for when she would fall asleep as a kid. Patting their head, she resumes her work beside them, remembering how her dad would do the same for her when she was their age. She can’t help but think of them as a mini me, smiling sadly before a knock at her door catches her attention. 

“Sweet pea? It’s grace, PubSec is back! They believe they found the mother of little pumpkin here!” Grace walked in once Koleda lets her in, aweing at the sight of the little one cuddling up to Koleda’s lap who looked flustered to having been caught snuggling up to the kid after deeming them an annoyance. “W-What? Oh, ok then. I’ll get the out then- Don’t mention this to the others-”

“No promises Sweet Pea~”

“G-Grace!” But she was long gone, the door closed leaving her to pick the kid up, adjusting them on her hip so they could rest their head on her shoulder. Koleda strokes their head before leaving, muttering out a sad,

“Let’s get you home now, cub.”

Arriving at the gates of the main construction offices and sites, a PubSec officer stood along a rather distressed looking women, Ben and Anton with the lady comforting her until they caught sight of the three wandering over. The sight of the kid brought tears to her eyes, crying out their name before running up to Koleda. “Oh my, Thank you so much! I’m so sorry if they've been a bother, I was so worried when they didn’t come home.” Koleda handed the kid over, still sleeping but once in their mother’s arms, almost recognizing who it was curled in closer with a larger smile on their face, sighing in relief as they continued to doze off. 

“Eh, it was nothing. They are a great kid, though a troublemaker if they can wander off unnoticed. We did our best to make sure they didn’t get hurt, let alone the fact that they ended up in a hollow of all places.” Shaking her head, Grace apologizes for the inconvenience but the mother couldn’t be happier to have their child back and safe. Before leaving, she thanked Koleda one more time, ironically patting her head with a gentle smile, “You’re parents must be so proud to have raised such an amazing girl. Thank you again for watching over them. Goodbye now.”

They only watched as she left, child in hand who only woke up long enough to stare at them at a distance, PubSec officer joining them for a safe trip back home as it was already pretty late.

“Buh-bye big sister. I’ll miss you.” They smiled tired, Koleda only waving back, a small frown on her face as they turned the corner and left. 

“Bye kid, see you around.”

“Maybe we’ll see them again sometime. They are a sweet kid, huh sweet pea.”

“Yeah, maybe… But that’s wishful thinking. How about we all get heading home and relax after today.” Everyone nodded, together heading back on site to finish up what needed to be done. But they'll never forget them, that's for sure. Neither will the concrete after they had ran across it several time. Yeah, really troublesome that kid was.

[07/13/2024]

Zenless Zone Zero Belongs to Hoyoverse*

[starlight-write]

Hello!!

I'm not sure if you can write it, I would be very happy if you write it.

I want ler alastor and lee Lucifer and Charlie.

I don't know, he might be in Alastor mode and want to catch the two of them (of course, with his tentacles, otherwise how can he fight them alone) he may make fun of "the king and heir of hell is quite ticklish" but I especially want Lee to outweigh Lucifer.

I hope you write

Royal Weakness

A/N: First of all, thank you so much to everyone who voted in the poll and to everyone who sent in their requests! I will admit this one was a bit of a challenge for me and I was on crunch time while writing it but figured I needed to get something out for y'all sometime this year lol. So yeah, not proof read and extremely rushed but hope you enjoy anyways!! <3

Relationships: Ler!Alastor, Lee!Charlie, Lee!Lucifer

Word Count: 2117

Summary: Charlie makes a bet with her father that lands them both into trouble.

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Charlie let out a scream as the tendril lifted her off the ground.

The princess had made a break for it, hoping to escape her smiling friend after he made it clear he was done with her bullshit.

The demon had no clue what had gotten into her but she had been following him around all morning hellbent on testing his patience. First it was the constant yapping, random pokes, random questions, hugging him almost every other minute. It wasn't long before Alastor retreated into his tower to get away from that wide-eyed pest.

The last thing he expected was for her to follow him in there. God, she was behaving like some snot-nosed toddler in an antique store. Bombarding him with a million questions as she put her grubby little hands on whatever she could reach.

What's worse is that he knew what she was trying to do. He'd known the girl long enough by now to decipher what her intentions were at any given moment and in that moment, it was crystal clear that she was fucking with him.

Unfortunately for him, Charlie also knew him well enough to know exactly how to push his buttons.

The demon was about to give into her game and share a laugh, he really was. Until she brought up his nemesis.

"This place could use some touching up." Charlie smiled as she dragged a finger on the table and inspected it for dust. "Y'know, I'd figured you'd pick up a thing or two about maintenance from your little bestie. Seeing as you go out of your way to impress him."

Alastor froze. "My what now?"

"Your best friend, Vox?" She grinned, knowing she had won. "I mean seeing how close the two of you are I'd hope he would rub off on you a bit. It's obvious that you look up to him and all, it's very sweet- AAAAH!"

Yeah THAT was the last straw.

Alastor finally snapped and exploded into his demon form that filled the room. That was when Charlie made a break for the door only to be swept up by her feet by one of the demon's tendrils.

The princess hung upside down and couldn't help but laugh at the reaction she'd managed to pull from her friend.

Alastor, however, was not laughing. God he was pissed. It wasn't even noon yet and this brat had somehow managed to make him lose every morsel of composure he'd carefully sustained over the years. Only for her to laugh in his face once she got the reaction she wanted. Yeah, this is why Alastor never had kids.

"Oh, this is funny to you?" He growled, smiling angrily down at her. Which only seemed to make her laugh even harder.

The demon shrank back into his normal form. Breathing deeply as he regained his composure. Though still clearly pissed off.

As much as he hated to admit it, he appreciated his friend's mischievous behavior at times. Hell, most of the time he would play along with it and direct her antics towards any other demon in the hotel. It's always fun being on the other side of the joke, and no one really expects to be blind-sided by the same girl who farted sunshine and rainbows. But jeez she really knew how to work someone's nerves.

Alastor didn't want to hurt her even if he could. Of course not, she was one of his dearest friends at this point. But that didn't mean she was going to get away with this.

"Okay, sunshine." The demon hissed through his smile. "You want to laugh? I'll give you something to laugh about."

Alastor relished the split second that smirk was wiped off her face before it was replaced by the girls hysterical screams.

Charlie shrieked and thrashed violently as she felt the demon's claws scribble rapidly on the backs of her knees.

"NO-! NO- AL-AAAAAHAHAHA!!! WAIT!- NO-WAIT PLEHEHEEEHAHAHAAAAA!!!"

Another tendril came up to hold the girls arms together as he blindly flailed around. Charlie was ridiculously ticklish enough as it is, barely ever lasting a minute before being thrown into silent laughter. So needless to say, Alastor going straight for her death spot was just down right cruel.

"STOOP-!!! STOPSTOPSTOP PLEHEHEHEHEASE!!"

Tears began to form in her eyes as that horrible tingly feeling spread throughout her body. To lost in her hysterics to even beg the other for mercy.

Alastor was far from finished, but could tell the girl needed a breather. Stopping for a moment to pace around the room as his friend dangled upside down and caught her breath.

"Heavens, you don't understand how lucky you are that we're friends." He growled, still pacing back and forth in an attempt at releasing some of his energy. "I've torn apart souls for far less than half of what you've put me through today, so congratulations. Consider yourself blessed that you're to ridiculously sensitive for me to take all my anger out on you at once, otherwise we'd be here all day!"

Charlie didn't dare laugh at this point in fear of provoking the man again. Even upside down, she could feel his eyes prying at her, no doubt to gauge when she's had enough oxygen to continue his little torture session. She wondered if this is what it was like to be a victim of one of his broadcasts. God, she prayed he wouldn't get the idea to broadcast this as well.

The demon stalked back over to her once he's decided she's had enough time to recover.

Charlie panicked. Her mind racing to come up with anything that could pull her out of the grave she'd dug for herself. Maybe if she could just deflect the blame he'd leave her alone...?

"It was dad's idea!" She blurted out.

The deer stopped in his tracks. Silence filling the room as the two stared at one another.

Charlie fell to the floor as the tendrils holding her in place suddenly disappeared. She pushed herself up off the ground, knees still a bit wobbly from leftover tingles. Brushing herself off as she regained her senses.

"His idea?" Charlie hesitated, not so sure now if she had just made the situation better or worse.

"Umm...yeah?" She admitted sheepishly. "I- uh...I made a bet."

Alastor felt his eye twitch but stayed silent and let her continue.

"Yeah, so the deal was that if I could get you to snap before noon he'd take Vaggie and I out for lunch. Apparently he thinks it's really funny when you're mad, plus he knew you wouldn't hurt me but I'm not so sure it's worth it anymore." Charlie gave a nervous laugh.

The demon stared at her for a moment, watching her fidget nervously as he thought up new recipes for angel wings.He took a deep breath and gave his friend a sweet smile.

"Well, congratulations on winning your little bet dear." He said, patting her head sweetly. "I do hope you all enjoy your little outing, hopefully it'll be worth all the trouble it caused you."

Charlie scratched the back of her head nervously and avoided his gaze. "Yeah. Sorry about all of that. Guess I just got carried away. No hard feeling, right?"

"Oh not at all, dear!" Alastor grinned. "Trust me, I understand going to great lengths in order to win a bet. Although, I can't say I think it's all that fair that I took my anger out of you instead of the person who put you in this situation in the first place."

Charlie looked at him confused. "What do you mean?"

Alastor laughed. "I mean, it's only fair that your father suffer the same consequences you endured. Seeing that he had just as much of a hand in this as yourself."

The girl smiled, recognizing her friend's playful tone. "Ooooh. Haha, sounds good to me if it lets me off the hook. Just don't hurt him, deal?"

"Deal."

A few moments later...

It was half passed noon when Lucifer heard his phone ring. Charlie had texted him to meet her in her bedroom for details.

The king excitedly teleported to his destination, politely knocking first before being told to come in.

The man couldn't see a thing upon opening the door. The curtains were drawn and the lights were off making the room pitch black.

He squinted his eyes as he felt the wall for the light switch but just as he reached it, a hand snatched his arm and yanked him into the room. The door slammed shut behind him and he was thrown into complete darkness.

"Uh, Charlie?" He called out and jumped when he felt a pair of arms wrap around him from behind.

"It's me! It's me." Charlie laughed, still hugging her father.

"Oh jeez, kiddo Don't scare me like that." He laughed. "What's going on? Why ya got all the lights off?"

"No reason." She laughed.

Yeah something was up.

"I won the bet by the way." She continued. "But I did run into a bit of trouble with Alastor after he finally snapped. And I maaaaay or may not have sold you out."

"What happened?! Did he hurt you? I swear I'll kill that prick if he so much as-AAH!!!" The king was cut off as he felt another set of hands place themselves on his sides.

"Not exactly." The voice said in front of him.

Lucifer's eyes had adjusted just enough to make out that red prick in front of him but before he had the chance to cuss him out, the demon began rapidly squeezing his sides.

He managed to hold in his laughter as he struggled to free his arms as Charlie moved them behind his back. Still holding him tight in her traitorous 'hug'.

"What the fuhuhuck are you two doing?!"

"You got sold out." Alastor chimed as he began kneeding his thighs. "Poor Charlie had to suffer the consequences of making me lose my temper, an impressive feet might I add, and spilled everything about your little bet."

"Sorry dad, my hands were tied. Alastor tickled me for so long I almost passed out." She laughed apologetically.

"You lasted a minute and a half, I counted." Alastor corrected and Charlie was grateful no one could see her face grow red.

Meanwhile Lucifer was not listening to any of this, to focused on keeping his laughter in as those claws continued to pinch up and down his legs no matter how hard he kicked.

A moment passed and the King was still holding out much to the demon's annoyance. Charlie was honestly giggling more than her father was.

Alastor looked up at his friend. "Say Charlie, do you think bad knees run in the family?"

Charlie stuttered a bit and felt her face grow hot again. "I-I uh-no! I mean...I don't know."

The demon shrugged as he fought to get a grip on the angel's thrashing legs. "Well, only one way to find out I suppose." And with that, he began scribbling his claws on the back of one of Lucifer's knees just as he's done to Charlie earlier.

"AAAAAAHHH!!! AAAHAHAHAHA- QUIHIHIT!!! QUIHIHIT IT YOU AAHAHAHA-!"

"I guess it does!" Alastor laughed triumphantly.

A few more minutes of this passed by, Lucifer handling the torture a lot better than his daughter had.

Charlie was sure Alastor could go on all night, but she was promised a nice outing with her father and girfriend plus her arms were getting tired.

"Okay, Alastor I think that's enough."

"Oh Dear, I was just warming up!" The demon pouted. "Very well. I suppose he's had his fill." And with that Charlie released the grip she had on the other angel, carefully following him to the floor as he caught his breath.

"You..." Lucifer huffed and pointed to the radio demon. "Are so dead."

Charlie looked a bit startled at her father's tone and quickly gave Alastor the signal to run.

He wasn't fazed in the slightest, of course.

"Yes, yes. You can maim me all you like but i do believe you promised Charlie a nice little outing did you not?" He smiled.

Lucifer huffed as Charlie helped him to his feet.

"You're lucky Charlie considers your dumbass a friend." He shot back.

The demon gave a satisfied hum before waving the two off and disappearing into the shadows.

And yes, the rest of the evening was lovely. The three angels enjoyed their time together outside the hotel for once. But Lucifer couldn't help but think of all the ways he was going to get back at the demon when the time had come. He was a man of his word, after all.

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Hi! May I request a GN!Human Aircraft maintenance technician X Yandere TFP!Starscream, maybe they find him and fix him up and he decides to take them with him to be his own personal medic?

Yandere Starscream X Aircraft Maintenance Technician

I have 0 clue about jets other than hehe go fast, so the terminology will be pretty rough. Also I was fucking HYPE to write this one y’all.

You worked on aircrafts- and you were damn good at it. Not only were you good at it, but it was your passion. Everyday you get excited to get to your job. You had been doing this for three years as a civilian contractor, so you had ties to the military but weren’t technically part of it. 

The aircraft you were currently working on was a F-16. It was a gorgeous jet, one you’d love to have gone on a ride in. You gently checked around the jet for the problem, seeing that the pre ignition wasn’t firing off correctly. You got up on a tall ladder to fix the issue. You never noticed a huge robot making its way into the base.

Starscream was looking for anything to repair himself after a fight with M.E.C.H.. The organization was extremely pesky and annoying, and they had actually managed to injure him this time. He froze when he saw a tiny human repairing a jet. He looked curious at what the human was doing and stood directly behind them. 

You never noticed the huge bot standing behind you as you worked. When you made your way down the ladder you noticed the pole that wasn’t there before. You slowly looked up to see a huge robot smirking down at you. In an attempt to run away you stumbled over an air compressor and tumbled to the ground with a yelp. 

The robot clicked his tongue at you and laughed. “Well, I never knew you insects were capable of repairing something such as this. I suppose it’s only natural for you to accomplish minor sciences such as this.”

A lump was heavy in your throat. You were stumped at what to say, staring in fear and awe at the sight of him. “W-h-,” you gulped, “What are you?”

The robot laughed again, amused by your stupor. “I am a Cybertronian, from the planet Cybertron- go on, you may bow at your superior.”

Instantly, you felt irritation flood your body. While you didn’t know much about him other than he was a giant alien robot, you knew that he was an arrogant prick. You couldn’t stop your eyes from rolling. 

“How dare you roll your optics at me, fleshling?!” 

“Fleshling? Oh, if we’re slinging insults- why are you shaped like a long toaster?”

An offended sneer grew on his face. “I don’t know what a toaster is, but I am NOT one! I should squash you right where you stand!” He went to slam a hand onto you, but he grunted and grabbed his side in pain. 

You felt slightly bad for it. “Are you…okay?”

His face twisted into a snarl, but then he paused. He looked from you to the jet and then to the tool in your hand. “You are… a medic?”

You blinked. “Uh, I’m an aircraft maintenance technician.” You backed up slightly at the grin that covered his face. His sharp talons descended on you and snatched you off of the ground.

Screams filled the air as you were lifted by your hoodie. “Silence, human!” You shook with fear but grew quiet as the robot’s tone calmed down. “You will repair me, and perhaps I will spare your pathetic life.”

“A-and if I don’t?” The robot tightened its grip on you and you nodded quickly, getting the picture. He could use one finger and turn you into a puddle.

As he put you down and you got your tools, you wondered if you could even repair him. He sat down with a loud clang that startled you. When you began repairs, you noticed the symbol on his chest.

“So… got a name? And what’s that symbol?” You asked as you inspected the damage- it looked simple enough to repair.

The large robot huffed and puffed out his chest. “My name is Lord Starscream, a powerful Decepticon. This is the symbol of our great Decepticon race.” 

“... I see.” You thought that it was weird that he called himself ‘Lord’. It must be a weird power thing. It was clear to you that he wasn’t friendly, though. You just wanted to finish this repair and get out of here.

After welding one area shut gently, you finished. You backed away. “Okay, all done.” 

Starscream stood up, moving his body. He nodded slightly in approval, before glancing at you again. “For a fleshy you did… a decent job. Though not as good as I would have.”

Your eye twitched slightly. “Then why didn’t you do it yourself, if you’re so good at it?” 

He stammered for a moment before huffing in anger. “It was a weird angle! I could have done it myself, but why would I waste my time when I can make someone else do it?!” A threatening step was made towards you, crashing into the ground loudly. Your body fell to the ground. Fear consumed you. 

“O-okay, I get it!” You gulped. “I did what you asked, so let me go!”

Starscream looked thoughtful for a moment. A wicked look spread across his face as he laughed loudly with his raspy voice. “Ah, but perhaps you can still be of use!” 

When he reached out, you jumped up to run away. If you just got further in the hangar, you were sure he couldn’t reach in there or follow you. Ducking under his hand, you slid into the doorway. He waved his hand in the door as far as it could go - it almost reminded you of when someone tried to grab a pickle from a jar.

As you ran through, he shouted at you in a language you knew wasn’t from Earth. You ran to the otherside of the hangar to get out and to your car- you saw the missiles on him, and you wouldn’t stand a chance if you stayed there. 

Fumbling the phone out of your pocket, you dialed a number- your handler, Agent Louis. He picked up after the fourth ring. “What the hell do you want, this better be good seeing that it’s five in the mo-” 

“LOUIS! I’m being fucking chased, I need backup NOW! It’s some kind of robot thing- it’s heavily armed!” You turned the keys, changing the gear. You slammed on the clutch, accelerating at such a fast pace your head spun.

You could hear shuffling. “Where are you? Coordinates!” 

“I don’t know!” you sobbed, “I’m near the base somewhere, going towards the woods- I think if I can get there I can ditch the car and hide!”

“Okay, I’m going to hang up now-”

“No! Don’t ditch me you asshole!” 

“I have to call reinforcements! Just get to the woods and hide!” 

With that, you were alone to your racing thoughts. You heard loud slamming behind you and you looked in your mirror.-Starscream was destroying the base to look for you. He then noticed your Jeep driving away as fast as it would go and did something that shocked you to your core- he changed into a harrier jet to pursue you. 

Your foot lifted slightly on the clutch for a moment in shock, until you snapped out of your stupor and slammed on it again, driving to the woods. You were so close- but you knew deep down you couldn’t outrun a jet. 

The high-pitched sound of a jet echoed in your ears as Starscream pulled ahead of your Jeep. You slammed on the brakes as he transformed before your very eyes. The Jeep was going to flip, but Starscream caught it in his claws. 

You didn’t realize you were screaming until he yelled at you to shut up. His claws scratched along the car, making a horrible noise. Your hands raised up to cover your ears. 

When you looked up, Starscream had a smug look on his face. “Truly, you flesh creatures are such ignorant creatures. Did you really think you could escape me, a superior being?” His claw reached out and trailed against your cheek. “You’re lucky you’re of use to me, or I would have crushed you into paste.”

You shook with fear as he cut the seatbelt with his claw, pulling you out of the car. He transformed and threw you into the air. You landed in the seat of his jet-form and he flew off into the early morning.

[lyricalt]

[tf2 mini fic] gun maintenance

by request: that throwaway line from Critical Provocation.

(Sniper/Spy - light M... for hanky-panky.)

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In all fairness, Spy knows to wait his turn. He's second to work and the upkeep of it, he understands it enough, but sometimes…

“If only you treated me as well as your rifle,” he says, swinging himself into Sniper’s lap.

Sniper holds out his arms to avoid staining Spy’s suit, oil rag still in one hand. Spy pulls it out of his grip and tosses it aside. He’s willing to ruin the dress shirt and vest for this.

“If only you'd behave like my rifle,” Sniper says, wry. He reaches around Spy to snatch a clean square of cloth to wipe his hands as best he can, which makes Spy smile. Behind him, Sniper’s rifle is resting on the crate, still in pieces but each component sparkling clean.  

“On the contrary, I’d let you take me apart,” Spy says, leaning in. He guides Sniper’s hand to the front of his vest and grins when he sees a flush spreading across Sniper’s face. With an encouraging hum, he puts his mouth to Sniper’s ear. “Go ahead. Dismantle every part of me. Spread me out like you do with your gun.”

The first button of his vest gets undone. Spy feels Sniper’s other hand slide down the small of his back. He catches Sniper glancing at past his shoulder before gently pushing him down at an angle to lay over the adjacent crate.

Right next to the rifle.

Spy’s pulse picks up. There’s a carefulness to Sniper’s touch, shifting him around to pull the vest off. He didn’t expect Sniper to play along.

“Planning to wipe me down with oil?” Spy asks, tipping his chin upwards so that Sniper can hook a finger over his tie. “Are you a fan of Mann Co., or do you use something else?”

“For you?” Sniper says, pulling. The tie unknots, dragging under Spy’s collar until it comes free. “I'd get the expensive stuff. Roebuck and Sears, in the orange tin.” He rolls up the tie, as neat as Spy would have done it.

All of things, that alone makes the heat curl in Spy’s chest. They’re both the type to appreciate attention to detail, and the heat only grows worse when Sniper starts undoing the buttons of Spy’s shirt with the same methodical ease of doing maintenance work. 

“I can imagine you cleaning me out with a rod. You’d do it slow, and deep,” Spy can’t help but add with a smirk. He lifts and presses a knee at Sniper’s crotch. “I’d like you not to use the nitro powder though.”

Sniper laughs, leisurely rocking back and forth against Spy’s leg as he runs his hands down Spy’s sides. “I’ll skip the nitro.” 

“And when you're done—bend me out the window,” Spy says.

“Cock n’ aim you just like that?” Sniper peers at him from the top of his glasses. “Haven’t even put y’back together yet.”

Spy rolls his eyes but slings a leg around the back of Sniper’s thigh. He doesn’t take the criticism to heart. Sniper’s hands kneed at his chest, thumbs circling under the pectoral muscles. Spy curves to the touch, foot slipping back down to the ground. He doesn't moan, but it's a near thing.

“I’d take my sweet time with you,” Sniper says, low.

Spy lets his eyes drift shut, enjoying Sniper's fingers trailing towards his throat. “I'd be such a dedicated gun. Point me at someone. And I'll kill them, no questions asked.”

Sniper shivers. He drops down to brace himself over Spy.

His fingers edge along the mask, lifting it slightly. Not curious or prying, only with the calm intensity of someone doing a cursory inspection, like spot-checking the mechanism of the trigger and bolt to any rifle.

“I oughta put the safety on you,” Sniper murmurs, thumbing Spy’s bottom lip.

Spy tips his head. Sniper gets as far as exposing his jaw and one side of his cheek before Spy turns to his palm and takes Sniper’s fingers in his mouth, the residue of gun oil bitter on his tongue.

Sniper looks at him, eyes dark. He bends the rest of the way down to kiss Spy with such thoroughness Spy wonders if he’ll have to write him a check for the work. 

“Keep talkin’,” Sniper says, rumbling against his exposed jaw.

It makes Spy start to suspect Sniper might like him more than his rifle after all.

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Bradley's First 'Official' Father's Day | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader/Fam

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Can be read in conjunction with HLG or alone 🥹

A/n: It's Bradley's first Father's day and he doesn't even know it yet! How will it unfold? 🫣🥰

Word Count: 2.1k (although you babes deserve a whole lot more for having to wait 10 years for me to post again 😵‍💫)

Warnings: crying, cursing, but so much wholesome love ❤️

Please don't take my work, I will find you. 

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(Picture from Pinterest)

You, Mav, and Bradley were cleaning up the kitchen from dinner. Mav was drying the dishes as you handed them to him after washing them. Bradley was restoring the leftovers and placed them into the refrigerator.

Mav cleared his throat, “So Brad. Are you doing anything special for tomorrow?” He looked up at him and smiled as he dried one of the plates in his hand. 

Bradley smiled and looked at him awkwardly. “Work? Is that special enough, Mav?” He chuckled and shook his head.

Mav opened his mouth to talk again and you gave him wide eyes and shook your head. You wanted to keep it a surprise. You placed your finger to your lips to signal Mav to keep his mouth shut. Mav raised his brows and gave you a nod and a thumbs up.

“What do you all have planned at work tomorrow?” Mav carried the conversation with Bradley as he continued to put the plates away.

Bradley closed the refrigerator door and turned around. He crossed his arms and leaned back against the refrigerator’s door. He sighed, “You know, I think tomorrow is just an inspection day for the junior officers. So we will be going, or I will be checking out everyone's aircraft with maintenance teams to make sure they are up to par.” Bradley looked down and pressed his lips together. “So boring stuff.” He started to laugh. 

Mav made his way over to Bradley and patted him on the shoulder. “Welcome to the senior officer life, Brad.” Bradley shook his head at Mav and rolled his eyes while he pushed Mav’s chest playfully. 

You turned off the water to the sink and turned to the both of them. Bradley smiled and walked over to you. He had his hands out and placed them on your belly. “How about the four of you? What do you, Leia Rey, and the boys have planned?” He kissed your cheek and rubbed over your stomach. 

You scoffed, “Me, the boys, and Leia Rey have a couple of errands to run tomorrow.” You smiled and pinched Bradley’s cheek softly. He shook his head against your hand.

“Please have Papa Mav come with you. I don’t want you to do any bending over, heavy lifting, anything like that.” He raised his brows at you waiting for your answer. 

You smiled and nodded, “Of course.” 

Bradley placed a kiss on your forehead, “Thank you, sweetheart. I’m going to go to bed now. I have to be up early for work. I love you, baby. Good night.” He placed a kiss on your lips and two on your belly. “Good night, boys. Daddy loves you.”

Bradley walked over to Mav and gave him a hug good night. “Night, Mav. Thank you for helping out my girl tomorrow.”

Mav patted Bradley’s back. “Even if she wasn’t heavily pregnant I would help her.” He started to chuckle. Bradley pulled back from the hug and kissed Mav’s cheek hard. “Aww, Bradley!” Mav pulled back laughing at Bradley’s kiss. Bradley laughed and patted Mav’s chest and then ducked down to kiss his belly too.

Bradley slapped Mav's full stomach hard. “Night, food baby!” 

Mav started to laugh and pushed Bradley off of him. “Good night, Rooster.” He said with wide eyes and nodding his head. 

Bradley laughed and jogged up the stairs, “Night!”

Mav came over to you and smiled, “So what are we getting for Bradley’s first Father’s Day?” He raised his brows. 

You smiled and gave him a devious look, “It’s going to be cute and obnoxious.”

Mav hummed and nodded his head, “Like him. I like it.” 

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Bradley’s POV

I was at work finishing up the last couple of inspections for the day. I was so tired and ready to head home and relax. I had been out on the tarmac in the hot and humid weather for the whole 12 hours. I felt like my feet were burning up in my boots. They were ready to melt into the hot asphalt.

“Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw.” 

I turned as one of my junior lieutenants, Riot, was coming up to me as I inspected his plane. He stuck his hand out to me and smiled. I grabbed his hand and shook it. “Sir.”

I smiled, “Riot, are you here to distract me from inspection?” I started to laugh. 

He shook his head and chuckled. “No, sir. I just wanted to wish you a Happy Father’s Day before I headed out.” I stopped the inspection and furrowed my brows before I turned to him slowly. “Leia and the boys are lucky to have a dad like you, sir.” He gave me another smile. 

I raised my brows. Holy shit today was Father’s Day? I gave him a smirk and patted his back, “Thank you, Riot. I truly appreciate that. Happy Father’s Day to you as well.” I bumped his fist and he was off. I slowly turned back to his aircraft and finished the check. “Huh, Father’s Day… No wonder Mav asked if I had anything special for today.” I chuckled and met back up with the maintenance team to give them the last bit of paperwork. 

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Your POV

You, Leia, and Mav were setting up all of Bradley’s gifts for his first official Father’s Day. 

“Momma! Where should I put these balloons for Daddy?” She was holding a big bouquet of balloons in her hands. If she were outside you were more than positive she would be taken away with all the balloons. She looked at you with her eyes wide, excited, and smiling.

“You can set them up over there so when he walks in he can see them right away.” You pointed in the direction of the open space by the doorway. 

Leia ran over with the balloons and set them up for her dad’s arrival. You and Mav were finishing up some final touches. Mav looked at the time. “1530. He will be home in 30 minutes. Phoenix and Hangman just texted me that they are all on their way back.” 

You let out a little scream as you continued to set up his gift. “OH MY GOSH!” You started to laugh. 

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Bradley’s POV

I just pulled into the driveway with Phoenix and Hangman. I hopped out of the car and they both came out of Hangman’s car. 

“Happy Father’s Day, Rooster.” Hangman smirked at me as he slapped my back hard. 

I let out a cough as the air was forced out of me from his slap. I chuckled, then threw my arm around his neck and pulled him down in a headlock. “Thanks, Seresin.”

Phoenix came over and wrapped her arm around me. “Happy first official Father’s Day, Bradshaw.” She patted my stomach as I wrapped my arm around her shoulders. “Thanks, Trace.”

Hangman stood up and unlocked the door for the three of us. When the door opened we were all greeted by you, Mav, and Leia. 

Leia came running to me and jumped into my arms. “Happy Father’s Day, Daddy!” She covered me in kisses as you made your way over with Mav. You both had your arms out and came over to hug me. You and Mac sandwiched kissed my face as I laughed. 

You rubbed your thumb on my cheek and smiled. “Happy Father’s Day, Bradley.” I kissed your forehead and winked at you.

“Thank you, Sweetheart.” I let Leia down and she pulled me into the other living area. My eyes widened as I saw all the decorations set up for me. “Holy shit, is this all for me?” I chuckled as Leia pulled me over to the table.

“Yes, Daddy! It’s all for you! Momma, Brothers, and Papa Mav helped me set up everything! Do you like it?” She looked up at me with a big smile plastered across her face. 

I picked her up and kissed her cheek. “I love it, my little Leia. Thank you.” 

~~~~~

After we all ate dinner, Leia came over and gave me a gift. “Open it, Daddy.” She nudged me and nodded. I smiled and placed my water on the side of the couch. I sat up straight and she sat right next to me. “Papa Mav helped me make it.”

I shook the little box and Leia scoffed. I chuckled and patted her head. I unwrapped the little box and opened the lid. Inside was a silver heart with the letters “L.L.B” engraved on it. “Aww, babe, this is so nice! Thank you. A heart with yours and your brother’s initials.” 

“Wait! Turn it over! There is more!” She grabbed it from my hand and flipped it over. “Read it!” 

I read the little words out loud. “Fly safe. Love daddy’s co-pilots.” I smiled and kissed Leia’s temple. “I love it, sweetheart. I’ll keep it with me at all times.” Everyone looked around at each other and started to coo at the cute note. 

“I have one more gift for you, Brad.” Mav stood up slowly and smiled.

I shook my head. “Oh no, Mav, please. You didn’t have to get me anything. Being here is enough.” He waved me off as he walked over to the storage closet. I looked at everyone with wide eyes. 

Mav came over with a big long box. I looked at him carrying the box that was nearly as big as him. “Holy shit. Mav… What the hell is that?” I stood up and went to grab it from him. He started to chuckle. I looked at the box with big eyes. “Mav. Christ.”

He laughed and patted my back. “Something I’ve been saving for you. I hope you love it.”

I opened the lid of the box and pulled out the wooden casing. I started to chuckle. “Awww! No way! Thank you, Mav!” I held up the casing and saw my old retired LT. Bradshaw whites in the casing. “This is freaking Sweet!”

Mav chuckled. “Brad.” I looked over at him with my brows raised. “Read the name tag again.” I furrowed my brows and looked closer at the tag.

“N. Bradshaw.” I looked up at him slowly. “These are my dad’s?” He nodded slowly and smiled. I opened the case’s door and rubbed my thumb over the medals. I started to tear up. “Wow. This is even better.” I sniffled. “Thanks, Mav.”

He let out a little chuckle and came over to me. He kissed the top of my head and gave it a pat. “I love you, Brad. Happy Father’s Day, Kiddo.”

Hangman stood up and grabbed a bag out from behind him. “Well, there is no way Phoenix and I can give our gifts now. That was like the best gift ever after, Vapor girl’s gift.” We all laughed as he handed a bag to Mav and Phoenix handed the other bag to me. 

Mav looked at the bag shocked. “Wait!? For me!?” He was wide-eyed and excited. 

Hangman laughed and nodded. “From all of us, Mav. Happy Father’s Day.” He patted him on the back. 

Mav looked at everyone with a Smirk as he ripped the tissue paper out from the bag. He pulled out a shirt and read it to himself. “OH MY GOD! I LOVE IT!” He was laughing hysterically as he turned it around. “You can’t tell me what to do. You are not my granddaughter!” He could barely catch his breath as he said what the shirt said. 

“There’s more!” Leia yelled over to Mav. Mav threw the shirt on over his and looked in the bag for the next gift. He pulled out a frame and smiled as he read what was in it. He turned it around, “Best papa in the galaxy.” He looked at it and smiled even bigger. “I’m putting this in my workspace when I get home. Thank you everyone!” He went around and gave everyone hugs and kisses as I opened my bag.

Inside was a frame that read, “I am their father.” And under was a pink lightsaber with Leia’s name on it, A blue one with little Bradley’s name on it, and a Green one for Luke.  “This is Perfect. Holy shit!”

I turned it around and showed it off. “Thank you everyone!” I went around and gave my hugs and kisses to everyone. 

~~~~~~

At the end of the night, you and I were lying in bed. You were cuddled on my chest as I played with your hair. “Thank you, baby.”

You looked up at me and smiled. “For what?”

I smiled and rubbed your cheek. “For giving me the best gift of them all.” You furrowed your brows and pulled your head back to look at me. You tilted your head to the side and squinted your eyes. I kissed your nose and smiled. “For making me a father.” 

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Hi, my loves! (It's been a minute, huh Mav?) I am so sorry for being MIA for a long time. But I will try to be more active because I really miss being here and interacting with you all. Thank you for being here and reading. a special thanks to everyone who has stuck around this long with me and my stories. I value you all so much. Thank you for still being here with me. I love you all so much! I will see you all in the next one! (HLG POST 🫣)

My day ones are in the comments 🫶🏼

[tinydefector]

Tfp knockout x gn reader who has sensitive hands. as in, tracing/kissing/rubbing their palm/inner wrist drives them crazy. not only that, but a small massage to them is beneficial, maybe due to reader sometimes having pain there. can be fic or headcanon based

Tender Hands

Knockout x human Reader

This one is a much smaller one but I hope you enjoy.

Word count: 500

Warnings: none

Masterlist

Knockout masterlist

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The Medbay had been rather quiet and knockout had taken it as an opportunity to do small maintenance, and his little assistant had been helping until they dropped tools multiple times, Hands twitching.

Knockout's optics flickered with concern as he noticed the small hiss of pain escaping from the human assistant's lips. He immediately set aside the maintenance task he was working on and approached them, his voice filled with genuine worry.

"Are you alright, my dear?" Knockout asked, his tone softened with genuine concern. He reached out a servo to inspect for any injuries.

The human winced slightly, their hands twitching in discomfort. "I'm okay, Knockout, just a little clumsy today," they replied, their voice tinted with a mix of frustration and embarrassment. Knockout's optics narrowed as he studied their hands, searching for any signs of injury. "Let me take a look," he insisted gently, his voice soothing. He delicately took hold of their hand, examining it carefully.

To his relief, there were no visible injuries or damage. It seemed to be a case of momentary discomfort rather than anything serious. "Well, I'm relieved to see that there's no damage," Knockout remarked, his tone filled with genuine relief. "But please, be more careful. We wouldn't want any unnecessary accidents."

Their hands twitch lightly as he looks them over he can see them biting their lip in what he can only assume is pain. They sigh lightly as he presses gently into the pressure points. "Let's have a look," Knockout suggested, his voice gentle yet authoritative. "I can see that you're in pain. Allow me to provide some relief."

He carefully took hold of their much smaller hands into his servos. worked slowly, massaging the skin gently, his optics filled with genuine care. "Take deep breaths and try to relax," he advised, his voice soothing. "I'll do my best to alleviate the pain."

taking deep breaths as they allowed themselves to relax under Knockout's touch. Gradually, they could feel the tension easing, the pain subsiding with each carefully applied pressure point. “Sorry about dropping things, hands play up badly think I might have arthritis In them but haven't been able to find out yet” they state softly.

He hums in acknowledgement, “human bones are rather fickle things aren't they” he teases. Knockout continued his ministrations, his attention fully focused on them. After a few moments, he released their hands, stepping back to observe their reaction. "How are you feeling now?" he inquired.

The human assistant blinked, their expression shifting from discomfort to relief. They flexed their hands, a grateful smile forming on their lips. "Much better, Knockout. Thank you," they replied, their voice filled with gratitude.

Knockout nodded, pleased with the positive outcome. "You're welcome, my dear. It's all part of my duty as a doctor," he responded. He slowly lifts them up. “I think that's enough work for you today darling, let me know if your hands start playing up more, I'll have a look into it to see if I can find something to help with the pains and sensitivity,” he hums while slowly placing them down near the couch set up on the desk.

Knockout slowly raises their hands up to his lips, pressing gentle kisses across their knuckles. "Now I have more work to do my deer, they not to chase too much trouble," he teases, slowly letting go of their hands.

[zenlesszonezero]

[happydragon]

Useful Skill

Phee and Crosshair come to an understanding

Ao3

Rating: G

Word Count: 960

Hope y'all enjoy!!

@summer-of-bad-batch

Phee lisented as Crosshair cursed and struggled through his task. He didn’t know she was there since he probably would have snarked at her to leave if he did. She hadn’t even meant to sneak up on him in the first place, but then she heard a cursed shout which scared a poor moon-yo. When she went to find out the source, she discovered a very frustrated sniper as he struggled with his prosthetic hand. He seemed to be trying to do some maintenance on it but wasn’t making much progress. After a few more curses and a handful of groans, she decided enough was enough.

“Need a hand?” she asked as she approached closer. 

He briefly lifted his eyes, not surprised she was standing there. He tinkered a bit more before he finally gave up and threw the tool to the ground. 

“Be my guest,” he hissed as he turned away but held his hand out for her. She raised a skeptical brow but picked up the tool and sat a respectable distance from the sulking man. Both for his comfort and her safety. Can never be too sure if someone bites when aggravated. 

“What seems to be the problem?” She asked as she took his hand to inspect it. When he remained quiet, she glanced up with an expectant look and found him still turned away from her. 

“Listen, as much as I understand you don’t like me, I can’t fix a problem if I don’t know what it is.”

He finally turned to her with an annoyed frown but finally spoke, “Blasted thing won’t respond when I try to do anything. I pick something up only to end up dropping it two minutes later.”

She hummed as she turned back to the offensive item in question. With a slight press of her finger, she opened the compartment that hid all the wiring. She inspected the wiring, carefully using the tool to push aside the wiring so she wouldn’t accidentally cause him pain. 

As she worked, she could feel Crosshair’s eyes watching her every move. It wasn’t so much annoying as it was curious. He usually kept their interactions to a minimum. Hunter assured he was like that with everyone when he first met them and to be fair to Crosshair she has enjoyed getting under his skin just a little too much. He reminded her of Tech, although she used a different method to get under his skin. She sometimes made it a game to see how red she could get his cheeks in the shortest amount of time. Although the things he could say, she could swear made her heart stop. 

With one final click, she finished and handed the tool back to him.

“Should work smoothly now,” she announced as she stood back up and dusted herself. She watched as he flexed his trembling fingers, testing the movements. After a moment he nodded, so she turned to take her leave. 

“I don’t hate you, you know?” he said, causing her to turn back. He now stood, massaging the back of his prosthetic hand as he stared at the ground. 

“Yeah, I know. I also know I don’t make it the easiest for you.”

“Yeah, well I suppose I could be less cruel.”

She hummed but said nothing. Guess they were both at fault. 

“Where did you learn how to do that anyway?” he asked, “You don’t seem-”

“Like the smart type?”

“Your words, not mine.”

She gave a small laugh with a shake of her head. 

“Learned from Brown Eyes.” Crosshair paused in mistrations. “He said it could be used for more than just prosthetics. Like when I need to repair Mel.”

Now it was Crosshair’s turn to hum. She almost decided to turn back but then he spoke up again. 

“What,” a pause, “what was he to you?” 

That took her by surprise. She figured he had been filled in on their relationship by the others or at least had an idea of it. Maybe he wanted a better understanding. 

“Well I’d say we’re what you hope to be with Jana,” she said, unable to resist the chance to tease him. It worked, with his mouth immediately turning into a scowl as his cheeks darkened, if only slightly. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You’re a bad liar, you know that right? Most of you are. Funny how the sweetest one of all of you is the best liar.”

That made him actually bark a short laugh, which in turn made her smile. He deserved a good laugh. He and his siblings. If there was one thing she enjoyed more than teasing Tech, it was making him laugh. He had a great laugh. Not too bad of a smile either. She missed that smile. So kriffing much.

“To answer your question,” she began as she looked down, “We never had a chance to define what we were.” 

Crosshair nodded and didn’t press further. It felt strange to talk about it. Shep, Hunter, and Wrecker never asked, but Shep wasn’t a pushy person and the latter two had more pressing matters. It sort of felt nice to let out in the open. While it hurt, it made it real. Whatever they were, it was real. 

“Thanks again for the hand,” he interrupted her thoughts.

“Yeah, well, you know where to find me if you need me.”

“Right, I’ll be sure to look for where there's buried treasure.”

“Oh he’s got jokes now,” she laughed, not the slightest bit upset. 

“I’m full of surprises.”

With that, he wandered off, leaving Phee with her thoughts once more. As she watched him go, she secretly hoped that Crosshair and Jana would have the chance she never did.

I like to think it took a bit before Phee and Crosshair got along, but now that they've teamed up, pray for Hunter's sanity lol

[fintenciate]

It's been a while since I last went in for maintenance. As always, I've pushed myself to my limits, postponing updates and upgrades until my body barely works anymore. I can't even connect to the internet like the newer models can. I don't think that I want to.

But I can't put this off forever. So I arrange an appointment with my mechanic. I've been seeing the same one for years. I'm a creature of habit after all, it's in my programming.

He tuts at me when I arrive. I have to book a double slot to make sure he has time to go over everything that I've let degrade. I hope we'll overrun even that. I hope this'll be the day he finally deems me beyond reasonable repair. He's getting old, after all, and I don't know how many more visits I'll have left with him.

Despite his size, he cradles my chasis delicately as he lifts me onto the table. My joints have worn to the point where I can't make it up on my own.

"How long's it been this time?" he asks, but we both already know.

"Seven years." I can count more wrinkles on his face. He can trace the rust spotting mine with his fingers.

"Routine maintenance should be annual."

"...I know." If I followed the maintenance guidance though, I wouldn't even need a full single slot. The beauty of being an old machine is that my parts are a lot simpler than a lot of the stuff being built today.

I don't want this to be quick though.

He unscrews the panel on my torso. I hold perfectly still, but my internal fans start to whirr in anticipation. They rattle around as they spin, I know a couple of them have come loose. He remains stoic, but I hope he knows that I did this for him. I want him to hear the effect he has on me.

"You won't be able to keep this up," he says as he inspects my internals. My fans speed up, my processor has started to heat up.

"I know that too." My voicebox crackles. I hope he noticed.

Finally, finally, he digs his hands into my internals as he starts to work. The grace with which he handles me, the care in every stroke of a wire.

Protocol is to shut down a machine before you work on it.

We've been far past protocol for a long time now.

[preet-01]

K — Detective/Criminal for @witchywitchy19

It was a demotion. Lewis was absolutely sure of it.

How else would he go from undercover stings busting drug rings and mobs to investigating stolen art that he was 90 percent sure the museum was “losing” for the insurance claims? Though there were the benefits of being able to actually spend time with his husband now that he wasn’t always undercover for his job.

“It makes no sense, Seb,” Lewis groans as he rants about the latest developments in his case. The latest development being that there were no developments and Lewis was absolutely losing his mind having to deal with the museum’s art director — Nico Rosberg, a former friendship that had turned sour sometime during their college days.

He’d been able to avoid interactions with Nico and his petty remarks for so long, but with this case he had to deal with Nico everyday.

“Maybe take a step back and talk through the facts,” Sebastian advises. It’s a strategy Lewis knows that Seb loves to use with his patients. “What was stolen?”

“A rare Rembrandt painting that Nico so kindly has emphasized the importance of in every meeting we’ve had,” Lewis replies, cuddling closer to Seb.

“Anything else?” Seb inquires.

“Not according to the museum. Jenson is doing an audit with some of the museum guys to make sure nothing else was stolen,” Lewis says. To the naked eye, only the Rembrandt was missing. But the concern was that a reproduction had been hanging in the gallery as the actual painting was undergoing regularly scheduled maintenance inspections. So it was in the museum archive with a bunch of other stuff that wasn’t on display.

“Signs of breaking and entering?”

“That’s the thing, nothing is out of order. The cameras all worked with the exception of two — one that has been broken for the past three weeks and the one situated above the painting. The locks weren’t tampered with. And the reproduction wasn’t touched at all in the glass case. The thief knew to check the archive.” Lewis rants.

“Huh,” Seb says.

“Huh? What are you thinking of?” Lewis inquires.

“Well, you said the reproduction was hanging, right?” Seb asks as Lewis nods. “The only people who would know a reproduction is hanging in the museum while the original would be the museum staff, right?”

“They would know how to avoid the cameras, which ones worked, which one to tamper. They would have access to the building,” Lewis rambles off as pieces fall into place. There’s still more work to do, but things are starting to make sense and it’s a lead.

_______

“You’re late,” Mark says, “what took so long?”

“My husband was taken off of undercover and moved to robberies,” Sebastian answers with a sigh as he pulls out the Rembrandt that had driven Lewis crazy a month ago. “The Rembrandt robbery was his first case since that move. It requires caution when the detective trying to catch you is sleeping in your bed,” Sebastian adds.

“Considering you and the painting are here, I assume he didn’t crack the case,” Mark states as his guy checks the painting’s authenticity.

“He put away the museum’s art director,” Sebastian reveals.

“What did the art director do?” Mark’s guy — some pale twenty some year old with brown hair and an Australian accent just like Mark 1- asks.

“Nothing recently,” he answers, “years ago? Well that’s a different matter.”

“It’s a Rembrandt,” Mark’s guy tells them.

After making sure the wire transfer goes through, Sebastian returns home. A weight had been lifted from Lewis’ shoulders ever since the Rembrandt case had been closed which meant that Lewis could actually enjoy not being on the undercover unit.

And tonight was date night where he’s sure Lewis will bring up the idea of adopting. The Rembrandt money will help pay for a bigger home and the cost of raising a child. Not that Lewis would know it’s Rembrandt money, no as far as Lewis knew, Seb had a rich distant uncle in Germany that left his money to Seb.

He hadn’t intended for the blame to fall on Nico, but two birds one stone, gift horse, and all of that. The ghost of Nico and their college years couldn’t haunt them with the man locked away in a prison three hours away.

[bitterbetabunny]

Hypnovember 2: Reset

Stealing the prompt list @jammed-out is putting together for the month

CW: robot play, talk of memory and personality wipe

When K1T had agreed to let Oakley do some maintenance on it, it had hesitated.

K1T was not made for at-home updates and repair, it was one of many mass-produced bots made to break down just as the new model came down. It had been lucky enough, originally, to be bought by a family that prided themselves on not being wasteful; they had been more interested in maintaining what they had and they were willing to take K1T back to the manufacturer whenever a part broke or they wanted a new update installed.

But that had been a long time ago.

It had been a long time since even the manufacturer stopped working on the K1T model.

It had been a long time since K1T was left to be recycled.

K1T had been lucky to meet Oakley; they met recently, though K1T had trouble remembering the details. Clearly its memory storage needed some updates, or maybe it was some other part acting up.

Oakley had reassured it that they would keep things simple for the first tune up.

Sitting in the service chair, locked into place with most of its motor functions disabled, K1T could feel Oakley’s unscrewing the plate from the back of its neck. It felt the piece lifted and heard metal on metal as it was set aside. The air of the garage immediately cooled its exposed wires; K1T didn’t have any programming to mimic the shivers that human’s felt, but even one plate being removed always made it feel a cold wave run through its body. Before the cold got too far, it felt Oakley’s tools tap at one of its internal consoles.

“I forgot what you were going to fix,” K1T admitted, feeling a bit nervous.

“I mostly wanted to look around and clean things off,” Oakley said, obviously concentrating.. K1T could feel them still poking around. “You’ve still been operating well, so I doubt I’ll need to replace anything, but there’s sure to be a few things that could use some TLC.”

“Are you… going to take off any other plates today?” K1T asked, hoping to get an idea of what all Oakley planned to check. Surely Oakley would get to everything eventually, but that would take more than a day.

“Depends. I definitely want to check some of your processing, sensory, and memory modules. I should be able to do all that from here, though.”

“Oh, but you’re not going to remove anything to actually inspect yet, right?”

K1T felt the tinkering stop. “I wasn’t planning on it today, no. Is that something you’re worried about?” Oakley asked.

K1T saw and felt its lights turn a bright pink. “Oh, I, uh… I wasn’t sure if…”

“You can relax,” Oakley said with a chuckle. Their hands started moving again and they scooted their chair closer so that their leg rested against K1T’s side. The contact did calm it down. “I won’t reset you or anything weird.”

K1T felt a heat in their core and hoped it wouldn’t grow enough to trigger their fans; that might be hard to explain. It forced a little laugh. “Oh, I… Is that even something you know how to do?”

“A factory reset? Of course, there’s nothing simpler. And I would be lying if I said there wasn’t something cute about a blank bot with all their preset bubbliness and need to please.”

K1T let out three beeps in a pleasant chime and saw its lights shift to a darker pink. It couldn’t help but imagine itself standing in the default position the manufacturer had set for it, relying only on the orders given with no mods or set preferences to operate on. The ping of pleasure that came from even the simplest task when its head was so empty.

“There’s nothing simpler,” Oakley said again. “But I don’t do that often. I’m selective on the bots I work on and I only make changes or alterations upon request, I’m a mechanic, not a monster.”

“That’s… That’s good,” K1T said, glad that Oakley seemed to be ignoring their obvious… excitement. They were almost too embarrassed to say anything more, but their curiosity won. “Do you still have the bots you reset? Do you consider yourself a collector?”

“Sometimes, but I don’t have any bots under my full time care right now, but I have three that I do maintenance on at least once a month. I backup my bots before I reset them, so after we have a little fun I merge all the memory files so they can remember what we did while still retaining who they were. I have one bot that I reset fairly often, but that’s just because its girlfriend isn’t confident enough to do it herself and that’s what they like.”

The noise behind K1T indicated that Oakley was switching out their tools.

“Just a heads up, I’m going to use some compressed air,” Oakley warned.

K1T felt the chill of the compressed air, but the gentle tickle of it elicited a hum from its chest. Oakley focused on the nearest components first before angling the can to get at pieces farther up into K1T’s head. Although the module wasn’t programmed for touch sensitivity, K1T felt a bolt of static ran through its body as the air ran over its memory module.

Oakley set the compressed air aside and resumed using their more delicate tools, though now they were cleaning components much closer to K1T’s memory module. There were plenty of delicate parts up there, everything that made it who it was today.

“I would certainly love to do a full reset on you someday, if you’d like,” Oakley whispered.

K1T’s fans kicked on.

Oakley laughed. “I get the feeling that’s something you’d really like,” they teased.

K1T’s lights alternated between a purple and that deep pink and another trilling set of beeps came from them. “I– I would maybe–”

“Sweet bots like you are always so needy to be reminded of your intended purpose.” K1T felt a tool slot into the edge of a panel on its sensory module, causing another bolt of static to course through it. “And I love nothing more than to show a silly, reset bot what it means to be a pleasure bot. Maybe even replace some of that default programming with something more important; no need for some of that critical thinking they give you when I can pre-program you to respond to specific commands and know how I want you to suck my cock, hmm?”

A whining trill came from K1T’s chest. The tools and Oakley’s hand pulled away, but before K1T could complain it felt Oakley’s tongue slip into the open panel and lick the wires. K1T short circuited and when its visuals came back on it could feel its neck panel being screwed back into place.

“Oh, I’m going to have fun with you,” Oakley teased, drawing a whine from K1T.

When the panel was back on, they leaned in and gave K1T one final kiss to the metal.

“That might be enough fun for now, hm? Let’s get you fully back together.”

Oakley thumbed open a port covering and plugged something in. K1T’s lights went blue as the information was downloaded.

Suddenly, they could remember months, years that they had lived with K1T, countless tune-ups and mods and maintenance work. They had toyed with downloading alternate personalities and programs before, but they’d always been interested in trying out different resets. They wanted to save anything more intense for later scenes, so starting with a reset to soon after meeting had been a great place to start. To K1T, the idea of getting to experience its first maintenance again had been too good to pass up.

As soon as Oakley initiated its motor functions again, K1T shot up and spun to wrap its arms around them.

“That was so hot!” they yelled, their lights a bright yellow. “Oh my gods, that was so, so hot!”

Oakley winced slightly at their strong hold. “I’m glad you liked it too, we’ll definitely have to do something like that again.

[zenlesszonezero]

[asirensrage]

I look at this man as just a little spiteful

"Don't act like this means nothing to you! You're the same as me!"

I see him being surprised by the MC, acting like an idiot and ruining his plans by running around after them

Kylo Ren - Star Wars

This took forever and I'm sorry. I hope you like it...and forgive me lol. It didn't quite go the direction you gave me...but it is fun.

Rating: Explicit Fandom: Star Wars Pairing: Kylo Ren x unnamed!female!oc Warnings: sex. manipulation. use of the force. Un-beta’d! Prompt: "Don't act like this means nothing to you! You're the same as me!" Summary: She gets caught. word count: 2k

It probably shouldn’t have been as entertaining as it was, but watching him react when she ruined another of his plans was hilarious. In a death-defying way. Like standing on the edge of a cliff knowing that you could fall. The thrill of it was enough to sustain her as she slipped away, listening to him scream in frustration. 

They thought she was part of the revolution, the rebels that keep causing them trouble, but she’s never met a rebel in her life. Not that she knows of. Her desire for chaos and causing Kylo Ren problems stems simply from the fact that she can. He deserves it for what she’s seen him put others through. Especially when he can’t control his temper. 

She’s a little surprised that they haven’t managed to find her though. She’s hiding in plain sight and you think with all the talk of how great the force is, he’d sense her. Maybe Hux had a point about hubris and the inevitable downfall of relying on outside sources. Then again, it’s Hux so he can’t be that right. She thinks they’re just looking for someone more menacing than she is. Like a more obvious threat than the woman who works with the cleaning droids. 

It’s the arrogance that lets her slip by them with ease. That assumption that they can only be taken by someone they perceive as being strong. At least until she hears that each individual is to be inspected by Kylo Ren himself. It sends the crew into a panic. She tries not to roll her eyes at the dramatics. 

When her name is called, she walks into the chamber with ease. It’s familiar, even if the man is not, and she forces herself to twist her fingers together in nerves. She keeps her eyes on the floor and waits. 

“Who are you?” The voice is distorted by his mask.

“Maintenance, sir.” Her voice is steady even as she won’t meet his eyes. 

The silence weighs down on her but she doesn’t give in, even though she can practically feel his presence increasing. 

“Look at me.” 

She lifts her head, eyes meeting where his should be. She expects to see the mask. Instead, she sees his face. Dark eyes, a strong nose and jaw…it’s nothing she hasn’t seen before. Just because she’s slipped under their notice doesn’t mean she hasn’t been paying attention. 

He stares at her, eyes boring into hers. There’s a pressure in her head, like a growing headache, that seems to increase the longer he looks at her. She stares back, wondering how long this is going to take. 

“It’s you.”

She blinks back. “I don’t understand, sir.” 

“No. Don’t play games or attempt to lie. I know your mind. It’s you.” He pulls back slightly, just enough to make her feel like she can breathe again. “Why are you ruining my work?”

“What work?” She asks. 

“What–” he cuts himself off, turning from her. She tries not to laugh, amused at how he’s attempting to control his anger. She expected to be dead by now if he was certain. The fact that she’s alive tells her that he’s not. “You know exactly what I refer to! Why are you being insubordinate?”

“Sir, I’m in maintenance. If one of the droids that you work with, that cleans your rooms, is failing, that would be part of my work. What else would you refer to?”

She feels the pressure before she’s sent back flying into the wall behind her. It holds her there as Kylo Ren stalks forward. 

“Don’t lie to me!” he snaps. “Don’t act like this means nothing to you! You’re the same as me!” 

He is insistent, she’ll give him that, but his lack of an actual explanation of his meaning gives her too much space to fill in the blanks. She just has to change her approach. “Okay, okay!” She meets his eyes. “Can you let me go? I’ll explain.” His confidence in his control is going to be his downfall. 

He releases the pressure on her and she stumbles forward slightly, rolling her shoulders as she tries to ignore the lingering sensations of it. 

“Tell me.”

“I am in maintenance,” she says. “And I have been…watching you,” she softens her voice. 

“Why?”

“Because I couldn’t get the thought out of my head of what your hands might feel like on my skin.” Whatever he was expecting, it wasn’t that. She can see it with the way his eyes widen. 

He suddenly scowls. “You are trying to distract me. It won’t work.”

“You wanted the truth,” she says. “I’m giving it. Just because you haven’t seen me doesn’t mean that I could ignore you, sir.”

In all her time here, she’s never actually seen the man with a partner. She thinks it’s because people are frightened of him, maybe due to his anger, but she knows he desires that contact, that connection. She can use that. 

He looks surprised and confused, still trying to maintain his scowl. 

“I’m sorry for any confusion or if I made you uncomfortable…” She glances away purposefully. “I just–you wanted to know,” she tells him. She steps forward, towards him and tries not to react when he startles at the movement. “I understand, sir if you want me to go…I won’t bother you again.”

She moves to leave only to be stopped by his demand.

“I did not dismiss you.”

She stops instantly, turning towards him. “My apologies. I assumed I made you uncomfortable.” She keeps her head down, even if she’s tempted to meet his gaze straight on, but moves to him. He doesn’t step away and she takes the chance to place her hand on his breastplate. “Unless…you’re not?” Now she looks up at him from under her lashes. She keeps her grin to herself as she pushes herself up on her toes and brushes the corner of his mouth with her lips. He’s practically frozen in place and all she needs is him to shove her away and demand she leave him. 

The moment she pulls back though, he pulls her back, his mouth covering hers. He kisses her desperately. He has little style and technique and she tries to help, to ease him into it. Once he slows down, it actually starts to feel good. She’ll give him that, he’s a quick learner. 

She takes the chance to show him how to kiss, how to nip at someone’s lip lightly, and how to deepen it without getting sloppy. She reaches for him carefully, feeling how he flinches when she touches the side of his face. 

He takes the small things she offers with a desperation she can practically taste. He is incredibly touch-starved and it shows with how tightly he holds her, how he nips at her neck and grinds himself into her. 

It’s surprisingly easy to maneuver him back, to push him to fall on his bed. He looks young with the way he stares up at her in awe and want. It’s almost enough to forget everything he’s done. She straddles him, mentally calculating how long this will take before he breaks and she can slip away. 

He holds her carefully, as though he’s terrified she’s going to break or disappear from his grasp. It would be sweet if she wasn’t simply using this against him. She sits on him, slowly grinding her hips against his as she starts to try to figure out how to get him out of his armour. She ignores his gaze as he pulls down the zipper of her jumpsuit. She lets him, focusing on unclipping the large belt around his waist and his cloak. She pauses to slip her arms out of the sleeves of her worksuit before carefully peeling the gloves off of his hands. 

“You can touch me,” she says softly. Sensing his hesitation, she grabs one of his hands and places it on her breast. She’s still wearing her support, but it doesn’t stop him from getting a feel for the softness and weight of them. 

He pulls her down suddenly, kissing her hard. She grins against his mouth, amused at his effort to take control. She breaks it only to scrape her teeth gently against his jaw. She sits back up and undoes her chest support. His eyes widen the smallest amount seeing her bare breasts and she has to bite back the laugh. It’s too easy. 

It doesn’t take much after that to get him to help her undress him. He fakes being confident well but she can see the slight tremble in his touch, the hesitation that mixes with desire in his gaze. 

She takes the lead, moving back onto his lap and feigning giving him control as she lets him guide her hips against his. He’s hard enough against her that she could likely simply get him to reach his release like this but she needs him exhausted. It’s a bonus that she finds this equally pleasurable. She’s not sure if it’s the manipulation, the potential chaos or the way he actually feels against her, but she’s enjoying it. Hearing the leader of the Knights of Ren try not to beg while he’s under her is intoxicating. 

She angles him herself before she eases his cock into her, wincing as his grip tightens on her hips. She’ll be bruised from this. She moans, briefly wondering why she didn’t attempt this sooner before she slowly starts to move. 

Just like that…her control is lost. 

He moves faster than she can comprehend. An arm around her waist and she’s on her back with him above her. She frowns slightly at the sudden change, unamused by the loss of her obvious control. It’s fine. She can still get what she wants from this. 

Her head falls back, eyes closing as Kylo thrusts forward into her. She digs her nails into his shoulders, a parting gift to remember her by, not that she’d say that out loud. 

For all of his inexperience, he learns quickly and uses the resources available to him. While he fucks her, muttering about how good she feels, he uses his mouth on her breasts, sucking marks and sending sparks down her spine every time his mouth encloses a nipple. The surprise though is the way he uses the Force. She’s felt herself be pinned by it before, she’s seen him move things and people with ease but she doesn’t expect the sudden pressure on her clit while his hands still grip her in place as he moves in her. 

She cries out, the pressure suddenly breaking and she clenches around him as she reaches her release. It hits harder than any she’s had by herself. 

He buries his face in her neck, teeth digging into her skin as he chases his own. He groans as he feels her tightening around him and for a moment, she feels the pressure around her building. Her hands are suddenly pulled and pinned by the energy he controls above her. 

“Sir?” she breathes, blinking up at him. 

“You asked for this,” he growls at her. “You watched me? This as good as you dreamed?” 

She moans as the pressure increases. His control is impeccable. “Yes,” she breathes, knowing it’s what he wants to hear. 

He kisses her again, hard and demanding as he increases his pace. She clutches him to her, digging her heel into his back as he moves. It doesn’t take long before his hips stutter and he groans as he falls into his release. 

She lets him rest on her for a moment before she taps his chest. “You’re heavy, sir.” He kisses her quickly before he rolls off of her. She winces at the loss but lets herself breathe and the tension drains from her. She was close to another release but she doesn’t mind losing it. 

He pulls her into him, to rest her head on his chest. She traces small patterns on his abs while she waits, making herself focus only on the feeling of lying with him and the satisfaction of her plan succeeding as she pretends to fall asleep until he does. 

It doesn’t take long. 

She slips out of his embrace, getting dressed quickly and quietly before she leaves his room, pausing only to steal a key pass. She heads straight to the docking bay. She needs to get out of here before he wakes up. The thrill of escaping before he realizes she tricked him is nearly as good as the sex was. She laughs as she slips into a supply ship with one of her droids. She only wishes she could see it when he realizes it.