#Scott's ending flopped so bad I could put it into words correctly. I'm sorry about that

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Break Buddy - Father Figure Movers & Reader

Summary: You take a much needed break with your dads to do something fun together.

Note: Several mini stories of each dad because struggles.

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DAVE:

Your Dad had made a new invention and you were helping him test it out. He called it the "Double Loop De Loop Looper Flyer Hoverwing." Basically, it was a stunt-type remote control plane. You two were testing it out in the aircraft room. A room with a runway, control tower, and wonderful blue sky up above.

"And this comes up like that and there! it's ready for its first test flight" He tada's it stepping back so you can see it.

"Wow!" You look at the remote control plane toy with a smile.

"Now are you ready to go to the control tower?" He asks. You nod happily waving a little bye to the toy plane as you walk over and up the stairs of the control tower with Dad holding his hand.

He picks up a headset sitting on the bench and hands the other one to you. "Testing testing 123 can you hear me co-pilot y/n?"

"Loud and clear pilot Dad sir!" You respond saluting him causing him to chuckle at the action.

"It looks like a splendiferous day for a test flight wouldn't you say so co-pilot kiddo?"

"For sure! The sunny skies and the lack of wind are perfect conditions for this little plane."

"Turning the controller on can I get a countdown?"

You start counting down he joins in with you and soon enough the little toy plane is off the ground and in the air.

"Up up and away!" He steers the little plane higher and higher.

You watch it zip to and fro without a care. You then gasp as the little plane does a loop-de-loop.

"We're just getting started" The little plane performs heaps of tricks including barrel rolls, twirls, and loads more loop-de-loops.

"Cool," You said in awe.

The little plane started going out of control. "Uh-oh," He spoke quietly while his fingers were frantically trying to keep it under control.

"Not working?" as you questioned the remote controller broke with buttons springing up and falling to the floor.

You took your Dad's hat off of his head as he focused on fixing the controller. You placed the cap on your head letting it connect thinking of what you needed. Then you took it off of your head and reached in pulling out two butterfly-catching nets. Placing the cap back onto your Dad's head causing him to look up at you from where he was kneeling on the floor.

"Butterfly catching nets?" He questioned.

"Better yet extendable butterfly nets so we can catch the little plane." You nodded handing one to him.

"Clever."

"Learned from the best" You let go of the other net once he took hold of it and started going down the control tower stairs. He smiled following close behind.

Once out on the runway you both quickly spotted the little plane. He extended the net and just missed it sending it off further up the runway. The two of you chased the little plane around for a good while before stopping to catch your breaths.

"We're so close" You shake your head.

"If only we could get a little higher to catch it." He scratched his head.

After brainstorming for a moment your eyes lit up. "I've got it! Can I have your net please and a screwdriver?"

"Certainly since you asked so nicely." He searched inside his hat pulling out a screwdriver and handing it over to you.

"Thanks!"

"You're welcome!"

You used the screwdriver to get the net off of the extendable pole then laid it down and put your net above so it was all in one line.

He got a drill out to drill in the screws to piece it all together. He tried high-fiving you but missed causing you to chuckle.

"Now what's next?" He asked gently smiling as if he didn't already know what came next. (he did).

"Can I get on your shoulders?"

"Sure thing kiddo hop up"

While on top of his shoulders, the little plane came flying above in your direction. You lifted the net up and extended the pole which extended greater than before and the little plane flew right into the net the propeller at the front getting stuck in the net causing it to stop and go quiet.

"Got it!" You joyfully celebrated.

"Way to go you!" He cheered as you got down from his shoulders.

You retracted the net pole and he turned the plane off so it didn't fly off again. A butterfly flew past catching your attention.

"Ooh butterfly" You proceeded to chase it with your butterfly net.

Your Dad chuckled watching you chase the butterfly. "Definitely my kiddo." He then gets another net from his hat. "Wait for me!" he then joins in the chase. The two of you goofy ran all over the place following the butterfly.

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SCOTT:

It was an arts and crafts kind of day today you and Dad were making sock puppets using anything you could find in the craft cart.

"Check out this rainbow sock!" He showed you.

"I like all the swirls!" You traced it lightly.

"I know right!" He beamed causing you to smile brightly back.

"I think I'm going to go with this sock." You showed him a soft light green sock with a variety of sizes of darker green spots.

"Groovy"

You both then get right onto it rummaging and creating your characters. Sequences, beads, googly eyes, and glitter ended up scattered all around the cart on the floor trailing to the bench where you two currently worked.

"Be careful the hot glue gun is hot" Scott reminded you as you picked it up to use it.

"Yep," You said focused.

He took his eyes off of you and focused back on his own sock puppet but not even two moments later movement caught his attention looking up he saw you shaking your hand.

"You okay?" He asked.

"Mhm."

"Did it get you?"

"Yeah," you said quietly.

He walked around to you, took your other hand and led you to the kitchen sink tap, and ran the cold water. "Put your hand under it'll help." The sting came first, then the cooling sensation straight after calming you down, letting you breathe.

"Is it working?" Scott rubbed your back soothingly.

"It really is" You regained your smile to which Scott's face relaxed and smiled back.

When you didn't need to put your finger in water anymore you still didn't feel 100% like yourself. Scott sensed this tension and did what he did best. He put on a puppet show for you to make you feel better. Of course, it worked. It worked like magic. The movers called it "Scott magic" No one knows how he does it or what his secret is but boy does it make anyone feel better. It was a gift you'd hope to learn from him someday.

"Hey, Mr Flip Flop why don't you come and join!" One of Scott's puppets spoke. You picked up one of the puppets you made and joined him.

While you two were being silly together it was never spoken but you could feel it. You could feel the conversation between the two of you. The silent conversation playing out like 'You always know how to make me feel better thanks Dad' and the response 'I'm glad you're okay. I love you. Always.'

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RICH:

"Alright, go ahead and start guessing," He says, drawing in the air with a scribble stick. You two were playing Pictionary, a fun game in which one person draws and the other guesses as the drawer draws.

You thought hard as you watched him draw in the air carefully watching each stroke with curiosity and determination.

It clicked. "A sleeping bag!" You point at the half-made drawing in the air.

"Correct!" He points his scribble stick in your direction. "Well done!" He proudly smiled. He then walked over to you and held out the scribble stick in front of you. He had never let you use his scribble sticks before.

"Are you sure?" You look at your Dad unsure if he's serious.

"Very sure. I trust you. Plus how will we keep playing this game if you don't have anything to draw with." He puts a softly firm tone like he's quite sure about his decision.

You smile brightly as you hug him with gratitude. "Thanks, Dad" he hugs back wrapping his arms in a secure embrace.

"Anytime, darling," he gently rubs your head with such love. "Do you know what you're going to draw?" he asks you as you finish the hug.

"I sure do!" You step back 4 steps and then turn around bringing the scribble stick up and clicking it on making it glow blue. You began to draw.

"An elephant?"

"No"

"A tiger?"

"Nope"

"Ah, I know a sailboat!"

"Not even close." You chuckle.

He raised an eyebrow confused as anything squinting his eyes with such focus.

After a while of guessing, "I give up. What are you drawing?" He smiles shaking his head in utter failure.

"You."

"Me?" He was surprised to hear that to say the least.

"Yep." You smile at him fiddling with the scribble stick in hand.

"Aww, you come here." He walks over to you in pure adoration and pride. This time, he cuddles you longer and a little tighter, too. He loves you more than you'll ever know.

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SMITTY:

"I've got an idea. Come with me." He holds out a hand, and you take it.

He leads you to a door in the warehouse. You look at the door then at him a bit confused.

"I reckon you'll like this but you'll have to close your eyes first." He softly says. You do as he says and you shut your eyes tight as you were led into the room. Smitty closed the door behind you and his footsteps were heard walking around the room.

The footsteps then fell silent. You started to worry a little.

"I'm still here do not worry. Only a few more seconds and there. Okay, you can open your eyes now." He warmly speaks.

You open your eyes slowly, then widen with awe as you take in the scenery that goes on and on and on forever. It was a meadow with lush, long green grass, wildflowers growing throughout the meadow, and a gentle breeze that swept through the field. You take a deep breath in and out, filling your lungs with the freshness of it all.

"You ready?" Smitty asks coming to a standstill beside you holding a picnic basket with a blanket attached holding a hand out towards you.

You nodded happily and went to take his hand but he booped your nose and proceeded to shoot off running through the grassy meadow.

"Tag you're it pumpkin!" Your Dad shouts as he runs.

You giggled and chased after him, trying so desperately to tag him. He eventually stopped and set the picnic things down, to which you tagged his back.

"Oh, I'm gonna get ya!" You ran off with Dad not too far behind.

Eventually, you both ran out of energy and Dad set the picnic blanket up and called you over. You lept up from where you were lying down in the grass and bounded over to him

The meadow was filled with laughter that afternoon.

"I love you, Dad."

"I love you too, bear." He puts an arm around you and gives you a side hug, holding you close as you both enjoy sitting on the picnic rug, the scenery, the food, and each other's company.