[Y/N and Gwen sit together on the couch, watching the movies created by Park Planet. Both of them sit comfortably as a blanket covers them both, and there's a plug connecting from her head onto the TV kabel]
M!Reader : I'm shocked you have the data of movies from your other variants!
[Y/N sitting with crossed legs and the empty space between his thighs has a bowl of popcorn]
M!Reader : Do not tell Andi and Frankie about this, especially Frankie. I love them, but I want to be the only one who gets access to picking which movies I get to watch–i'll tell them about this some time later on by saying, "I just found out that" but for now...
[Y/N leans his head against the shoulder of Gwen, smiling warmly while staring at her. Gwen wearing a genuine smile on her face and pats Y/N's hair gently]
M!Reader : Chuckles, I want this type of moment only for us to experience–[CREAK.. it's the sound of the door opening–
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The lights turn on.
M!Reader : OH SON OF A–
Andi : Sighs, hey Y/N, unfortunately the parts we ordered–...
[Andi walks in and sees the movie still playing. All three go silent. Y/N and Andi have awkwardness written all over their faces while Gwen opens her eyes and stares at Andi with her usual smile]
Andi : ...Are you watching Park Planet movies... On command?–
[Frankie peeks her head in the room in an instant]
[Outside of Andi and Frankie's house, Y/N stands next to Gwen wearing her "Disguise" outfit as Y/N holds his notepad in hand. Andi and Frankie sits a few feet away from them. Andi observing, along with Frankie, but she's more excited than anything while drinking a bottle of beer]
M!Reader : Okay, Gwen. You see the metal barrels in front of you?
[Gwen stares at Y/N, but then turns her head forward to see a few metal barrels right in front of her. She turns back to Y/N and nods]
M!Reader : Okay, now. If what Andi and Frankie said was right, about when you three got attacked by the giant sun machine and that you easily defeated it. You should have exceptional strength!
M!Reader : The inside of every barrel is hard concrete. By the way, shoutout to Frankie's physical strength that manages to pour the buckets of cement in each of them–
Frankie : You're welcome!!'
M!Reader : Try crushing them!
[Y/N walks back and stands next to Andi and Frankie. Gwen walks behind one of the barrels and stands in front of it]
M!Reader : Now, the concrete inside the barrels are hard—
[In an instant, all three of them see Gwen easily pick up one barrel with one hand, places down the barrel, places her hand on top of it, and with ease, Gwen slowly crushes it by slowly pushing her hand onto the ground, still with a smile on her face]
[Debris flies through the air everywhere, some debris even gets on them]
[But–Y/N sees something interesting. As she crushes the barrel with ease, He sees Gwen staring specifically at him as she does it]
M!Reader : Uh–Wow, well that strength is no joke... Try another one–
[Gwen almost crouches from crushing the first one before she stands back up]
[Once again, she easily picks up another one and places her hand on top of it. But this time, she stands still for a few seconds staring at Y/N who now realise he isn't imagining that stare from her–Even Andi and Frankie sees the stare, making them both stare at Y/N–After Gwen crushes another one, she gives Y/N a wink, instantly blushing him]
[A blushing Y/N clears his throat]
M!Reader blushing : ...Andi, Frankie. in lore, is Gwen single–
Andi : Uh... she's an android—
M!Reader blushing : And i believe that's not what i just asked...
[At Frankie's and Andi's home. Gwen sits on the table, blinking while swinging her legs. Meanwhile, Y/N on his knees behind her, trying to fix some of her programmes]
M!Reader : Ugh, well fuck...
Frankie : HA. Having trouble, huh?
M!Reader : Jeez Frankie, you weren't kidding when you said you didn't recognise some of these programmes on Gwen... Even the wires themselves are like a damn roller coaster!–Uh—
[Y/N moves to the side to look at Gwen]
M!Reader : Sorry if that's offensive
" it is not :} "
[Andi opens the door. She stares at Frankie as she puts on her jacket]
Andi : Frankie, you coming?
Frankie : Yeah yeah, I'm coming!
M!Reader : Guys seriously, do you really think that Reggie would even let you two near him after your last stunt?
Andi : Well you can't expect us to try to find parts to fix Gwen up by jumping onto piles and piles of junk!
Frankie : Trust me, it'll all work out!
M!Reader : ...See coming from you Frankie, that's seriously concerning–Ow!
[Y/N gets hit by a bottle cap thrown by Frankie. As both of them leave, Frankie sticks out her tongue at him right before Andi closes the door]
M!Reader : Sighs, I mean... How difficult can this be, right!
[Y/N stares at Gwen, which Gwen just stares back at him]
Some hours later—
[Y/N on his knees on top of the table, carefully working on the inside of her back. He then closes it]
[Y/N moves to the side to look at Gwen]
M!Reader : How are you feeling now?
" The same :} "
M!Reader : Aw man, really?
" Yes. But it's okay, you're trying your hardest "
[Gwen said as she uses her–only–hand to caress Y/N's cheek]
M!Reader : ...
M!Reader blushing : ...Well U-Uhh–Ahem, thanks...
M!Reader : Hm... Wait–what if i—?!
[Y/N tries something and suddenly—Gwen starts twitching... Uncontrollably–
M!Reader : Shit, shit, shit, shit! Gwen are you okay—!?
[Gwen stands up from the table, turns around, and offers her hand to Y/N]
M!Reader : ...Uhh–what's happening?
Gwen : it seems you have fixed my "Dreamstep Harmony" protocol
M!Reader : ...Excuse me, dreamstep–What is that?
[Gwen doesn't say anything as she just stares at Y/N, then at her hand, and then back at him again]
M!Reader : Wha–Oh! It's like, a dancing mode thing?
Gwen : Precisely!
M!Reader : ...Umm, I'm, not really a good dancer...
Gwen : Dancing isn't about being good, it’s about having the courage to move anyway! Beside, I'll be doing the moves, you just need to let me do it for you!
[Y/N hesitates, before getting off the table and shakily holds onto her hand]
M!Reader : ...So what do i do? do i–WOAH OKAY!
[Gwen pulls Y/N into her, before starts doing various fairy tale-like dancing moves, gentle, slow, and passionate. Gwen guides Y/N through everything–
[It eventually ends with Y/N standing in front of Gwen, leaning to the side with his back sways down, but Gwen uses her hand to hold his back so that he doesn't fall down. Y/N instinctively holds her back as Him and Gwen has their faces inches away from each other]
[Y/N has a shock expression on his face, while Gwen has a smile]
M!Reader : ...Woah... I will never be able to do that again...
Gwen : I'm glad you are satisfied with our little dancing :}
M!Reader : No kidding, that was–Wait, you never said that I have to dance to deactivate the mode?
Gwen : Correct :}
M!Reader : ...Wait, so like, you can just turn it off if you want to?
Gwen : Correct :}
M!Reader : WHA—why the hell did we need to dance then?!
Gwen : Chuckles, Simple, I just wanted to know how it feels to dance with you
M!Reader : ....
M!Reader blushing : ...Uh–
💥!!!!'
Frankie : HEY GUYS! we're back!! Guess what we got!
Andi : Sighs, please do not ask how we got the parts, we—....
Frankie : ....
[Andi, Frankie, And Y/N just stare at each other awkwardly as Gwen just smiles at them]
Gwen : What wonderful news!
M!Reader blushing : Guys, I swear this isn't what it looks like—
A couple months ago I wrote about the child Reader being related to Olivia. And after re-reading it, I started thinking about what growing up like that would do to someone. Especially a younger adult, where you can leave but make the decision not to.
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Being Olivia's favorite
★ Growing up around her means you never had a good reference for what a healthy relationship is like. So when you grow up, you don't question the dynamic. Olivia knows what's best for you. This is just what a normal family looks like.
★ Even when you’re old enough to walk away, you don’t. Why would you? This is what you want. It has to be. The truth is, you can’t tell what you actually want anymore.
★ Living like that has made you great at lying. Or just not telling people things. You're very careful with secrets. No matter how small they may be.
★ Olivia is too old to chase you around anymore. That should work in your favor. Letting you have a bit more room to breathe. But it doesn't. Nowadays, she insists you visit her daily. With several android attendants standing guard. Like you're still a child.
★ Like it or not, you'll always be her favorite person. -Not including any robots. She doesn't see Gwen as anything more than property. She is basically a toy to her. Not like you. You're more like a playmate. Someone she can hold onto. But not fix or break.
Hiiii i love ur writing for KOG and I was wondering if you could write some Frankie x fem! Reader headcannons where the reader tends to disregards her well-being for the sake of work and others(the people she cares about aka Frankie and Andi)
This can be read as platonic or romantic!
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Frankie when you push yourself too much
★ Frankie is a hypocrite. Working herself to the bone while getting mad at you for doing the same. Pointing it out won't do any good. Because she brushes you off with a "So what?" Like your health matters more than hers.
★ If you're working late into the night, she stays up to keep you company. Dimming the harsh lights in your room and turning on a desk land. Smiling to herself at the way the gentle light fills your space.
★ Sometimes, you skip dinner to meet a deadline. When this happens, Frankie doesn’t argue. She simply drags you away from the project. Picking you up without warning and leaving you at the kitchen table. Not saying a single word.
𖦹—Andi ain't safe from me, either /j
Fem leaning, but Gender neutral || Andi/Reader || Reverse Comfort ||
Your hours at the workshop haven't been much; Not many customers came through and even if they did, there wasn't much to be fixed. Maybe you'd dust the inside of their laptop, do a simple restart on their frozen device, anything that they could have done on their own if they took the time to look it up. But you couldn't complain, not when it gave you the money to help keep you, Andi, and Frankie afloat.
They did their jobs and you did yours. All in all, the three of you agreed that it was time consuming and exhausting, not to mention unfair (in a way). 'But what more could you do?', was a question that plagued your mind all these years and just recently, these past few weeks.
Andi had been especially slumped due to her work hours as an engineer. She always came home with bones that popped the moment she straightened herself out. Either she was out like a light or working on an assignment given to her until the sun rose.
This repeated pattern concerned you heavily. You had attempted to talk to her about taking a break, maybe even having an at-home date after her shift, but she genuinely couldn't find the time to do so because of the work that was passed on to her. Andi always looked at you apologetically with her baggy, red eyes before resting her head on the kitchen table to, "Rest my eyes for five minutes.", only to find her fully knocked out. She always woke up to a blanket over her figure each time.
"You daydreaming or what?" You suddenly jolt in place as you take your head out of your hands. You see a customer in front of you as their fingers were shaped into a snapping position before they dig into their pocket. "Something's up with my walkie-talkie. Damn thing keeps sliding to the right, even if it's positioned."
You take hold of the walkie-talkie and slide it to the left. Sure enough, it slowly starts to make its way to the right.
"Okay, it seems liking it's drifting. Is it okay if I ask what kind of work you do?"
"Why is that any of your business?"
You stare at them, the corners of your lips lifting up to your best customer service smile. "Because some elements of your job can be responsible for devices to be acting up a certain way. It helps me list the possibilities of what could have gone wrong."
The customer leans on their leg as they drum their nails on the glass counter. "I'll ask this in a way you can understand: Can you fix it or not?"
Your customer service smile could only hold on for so long.
You hoped Andi was having a better day than you were about to.
Andi was having the worst day possible.
Fired!
She got fired!
Did Ajay really expect her to finish a a full week of work in one fucking day? Why did it surprise her that he would be upset? Why was she shocked when the people decided to let her go?
Tossing that stupid dino head into the trash wasn't enough. She wanted to scrap it wire from wire.
But alas, such fantasies could only remain in her mind as she pinches her nose bridge and adjust her orange-tinted glasses. Awaiting her bus to come through, she pulls out her phone to idle with. She clicks on the weather app, clicks off—
Goes through her jumbled notes app—clicks off—
She couldn't listen to music. Didn't really care much for social media.
Her search engine—
Breathing exercises for anger
Breathing excersiese for anger
Why do my wrists hurt?
Movie ratings
Mahjong rules
Princess Guinevere plushie price
Her thumb hovers over the keyboard.
New job in engineering
Clicks off and goes to her contact list.
She feels her body deflate as she presses your contact.
You were surprised when your phone rang, but smiled when it revealed Andi's profile. While the timing was a bit unexpected—given that you both were in your work hours—who were you to deny a call from your girlfriend?
You pressed accept and used your shoulder to platform the phone to your ear. "Andrea! How've you been?"
You hear a faint to transcending growl come from her.
"Me too." You snicker as you test the walkie-talkie's knob. "But seriously, you've been alright?"
"Could be better. Definitely don't feel like smashing my head against a wall."
You mumble, "I get it. The customer I got right now isn't exactly winning me over."
"I heard that!"
"Get your ears checked!" You sass over your shoulder. "It's still work hours for us, how come you're calling me?"
"I just needed to hear your voice for a bit. Today's just been super shitty and I don't know how long I can take it before I go crazy!" The pitch in her voice heightens she laughs shakily.
You hesitantly laugh back, a fretful look on your face as you set your tools down on the workbench. "Okay, clearly there's something that happened at work. You able to talk about it now or is this a private matter?"
You're meet with silence. You would have asked it she was still there had you not heard the sliver of breathing coming from the other line.
There's an aching lump that forms in Andi's throat as she takes a breath. "I, uh... I got fired! Yay!" She mockingly cheers before groaning.
"Oh, Andrea, I'm so sorry. I know it was difficult, but—"
"It's... Fine. It-It's fine."
"Is it?" A pause.
"...No." She admitted. "God, what am I gonna tell Frankie?"
"Frank's not gonna storm up to Park Planet employers if that's what you're thinkin'. Plus she's WAYYYYY better than that."
"Hey, when's my walkie gonna get fixed?" Andi hears a voice yell in the background of your line. She has to separate her phone from her ear as you yell back.
"When it's ready, asshole! You paid me to fix it properly, not speedily!" A sound of shuffling, "Sorry, Andrea—but yeah, Frankie's better than that. But on top of it all, that park wouldn't know cheese from the moon. They lost a worker who was good at what she was doing!"
"A worker who was at the bottom of the barrel." She remarks dryly.
"Who was swimming her way up to the top! Give yourself some credit, you were working there for a long time!"
"Yeah, I... I guess I was."
She hears your phone being clattered down and a muffled conversation before it is picked back up. She hears a dragged out hum from you as you put the phone back to your ear. "I'd say more, but I don't know how long I can be on the phone before my boss catches me using my phone. But when I get home, I'll buy the three of us takeout and we'll binge some movies of your choice. How's that sound?"
"Huh? Y-Yeah, I'll see what we want by the time you get back. Thanks, [N/N]."
"It's no problem," There's the sound of a bell ring on your side, "Oh, new person. I gotta go. Mwah! See you when I got home!"
"See you, [Name]." She replies before hanging up.
Her transit finally comes through and the moment she enters, she slumps onto a seat, her body almost sliding out. A horror movie does sound nice, she thinks, but what would be good for dinner?
"If you can believe it, there are as many Gwens as there are stars in the sky, and every one of them draws on the same magic to remember everything. So, wherever your journey leads in the park, every Princess you meet will recall the same cherished memories of you."
Gender neutral || Princess Guinevere & Reader || Olivia Park || Mentions of abuse || Blood mention ||
✦ Keep in the mind that the only person who had permission to fix Gwen was Olivia herself; She has a heavy attachment to Gwen because of personal trauma, the robot providing her a sense of comfort that filled her mother's place. But let's say she took particular interest in your fast work skills and knowledge or any additional fact about you— that's when she started allowing you to fix Gwen.
✦ Olivia would still keep her eyes on you. The room is set up with security cameras and animatronics that circle the area like walls prepared to shut you in. You do anything that affects Gwen's code, personality, or God forbid memory the wrong way, you're seeing the man upstairs. BUT, being the angelic worker you are, you do none of those things and treat Gwen with care.
✦ Olivia is the more physical type, punishing Gwen with actions that she is forced to smile through and toss into the back of her mind to keep appearance, but you? You were kind, soft spoken when needed—you never grew angry at her, even when she malfunctioned or went rogue. Sometimes she would be on the operating table and hear you mumble words of encouragement as you soldered wires and wiped the blood from her body.
✦ When she isn't in front of a crowd or camera, Gwen subtly finds herself next to you. Enough distance to make it seem she appeared by your side as she walked, but she'd quickly glance at you before masking herself into her Princess persona.
✦ She always asks about your day and mood in a cheery, light voice. When you respond back and throw a question her way, it catches her off guard, placing a hand to her chest as if asking, "Oh! Me?". She always monitors your health to make sure you don't have Blue Lung and reminds you to wear proper equipment before handling tasks.
"I advise you to contact your local doctor from [Planet] and schedule an appointment to make sure that your lungs are healthy, Mx. [Last Name]."
"Huh? Oh, yes, of course, Gwen. You're always so worried about my health. I appreciate it."
"Why wouldn't I be worried? It's my role as Princess to make sure my subjects are happy!"
✦ She assists in small tasks, even if they scratch her up a bit. From picking up files to carrying weight. She once had a small incident because of the latter and you were scolded by Olivia for putting her in that situation. Gwen had to defend you to keep you from being punished, which left Olivia scowling at you before allowing you to continue working with her.
✦ The amount of times you've seen Gwen gone rogue makes your heart break; The first time you saw it, you felt fear and dread—fear out of who would witness it and dread from Olivia herself. She thankfully didn't get too upset during your first encounter, but she then expected better from you since you were a witness to what was to come.
✦ The more times Gwen went rogue, the more hints she gave you she was about to. Maybe a question that was out of character, a thought so morbid it makes you pause, a look of anger that she could never seemed to mask. You can tell by which set behaviors she's preparing herself to escape from Park Planet. You always get scolded by Olivia and you lie, claiming that Gwen's been getting better at hiding her intentions. Olivia glares at you before telling you to be more attentive.
✦ Olivia will always say that you're too soft on Gwen—"She won't learn anything if you act like she did nothing wrong."—and always tells you to be more assertive. You honestly don't nor plan to, you just continue on with your work as the years go by.
Your adventure begins when you're called in by Olivia about a missing model.
Fem leaning, but can be Gender neutral || Frankie/Reader || Description of injury || Spit and blood ||
You glare down at Frankie with a hand grabbing the underside of her jaw, her eyes staring wide-eyed. She kept her mouth shut, locked to prevent you from prying it open.
Usually when she came back home, she would always announce her presence and spill about her day. Instead, she walked through the door with her jaw ticking, rubbing the right side of her cheek with a look of frustration. THAT you noticed and you immediately asked if she was okay.
You didn't get a fake or boisterous "Yeah, I'm fine!", you got a thumbs up and a nod.
So that was suspicious, and you said so yourself.
And she stood there with a blank smile before trying to book it to her room.
You immediately jumped on her back in an attempt to weigh her down. It thankfully worked, the burly woman caught off guard by the sudden attack. The two of you wrestled on the floor before it led to now—straddling her waist as your hand gripped her jaw.
"Frankie," You drag irritably, "I know you're hiding something, so it'd be better for the both of us if you just opened your mouth and spit it out!"
Your girlfriend grunts as she attempts to lean her head away from you, which makes you grip her cheeks, forcing her to look at you with pursed lips. She flinches and squeezes her eyes shut.
You're able to hear a sound similar to "Ow!" resonate from the back of her throat. A dribble of spit leaks from her mouth.
It takes you a second to realize there was a light pink color mixed into it.
You raise an eyebrow as you loosen your hand's grip, allowing Frankie to tighten her lips again. Your face morphs into concern. "Hey, Frankie, are you okay?"
Frankie looks surprised before wiping the corner of her lip and nodding. "Mhm!" She muffles, her cheeks slightly puffed.
Your face morphs into disgust for a split second before you sigh and dismount her waist. As she lifts herself up, you walk over to the kitchen table and pull small trashcan from under it, bringing it back to hold it under her chin. You look at her expectantly. "Spit it out."
"Mm-mph." She shakes her head.
"Frankie—I can tell you're bleeding. If you won't show me what's going on, then I'll search for someone who will. I've got some P on me to get you to a dentist probably—"
Frankie's eyebrows shoot up and she takes the bin away from you before spitting the collected saliva and blood from her mouth. She lets out a disturbed noise and licks her teeth before looking up at you. "Don't spend your money on dumb shit like this!"
You're about to question and argue back before you realized Frankie's tooth was missing. You gasp as you pull her face closer to yours. "What the hell happened?" You carefully lift her upper lip to get a closer look. It seemed like the bleeding had stopped, leaving a dark gap from where the tooth had fallen out.
"I can' thell you when you 'ave my mouf capthured."
"Right! Right." You apologize as you back up and wipe your hands on your thighs. "Seriously though. What happened to your tooth? I know you get into some crazy shit and can 'fend for yourself, but this is something entirely." You cross you arms.
She rubs the side of her face again before sighing, eyes looking away from you. "Does Sparky count as 'crazy shit'?"
"Yes."
Her lips fall flat before she gives you a look, her face downturning.
"No." You whisper as your pupils shrink. "Sparky? He put his fucking hands on you!?" You yell as you pace to the kitchen drawer to grab a weapon. Frankie immediately takes hold of your wrist to stop you.
"You think you'd be able to fight my boss? What are you, nuts?" She huffs as she places your hand down. "It's better that you let this go. It's not the best, but it's preferable than you getting your ass kicked."
"'Let this go'—Francesca!" You exclaim angrily.
Frankie sweatdrops. "O-kay—Government name! That's... That's a sign of danger...!" She smiles wobbly.
You shut your eyes and duck your head as you stabilize yourself on the counter. You feel Frankie place her hand on your upper back.
"Deep breathes," She instructs soothingly. "In and out."
You let out a final exhale before you let your body slump to the side, landing you on her chest. She immediately wraps her arms around your waist as she looks down at you, eyes still closed.
"Everyday, there's always something that fucks us over. I wish life was easier." You confess lowly as she rubs her hand up and down your back.
"It'll get easier, I swear. Soon enough."
"You say that all the time though."
She shrugs before kissing the top of your head. "I'm manifesting."
You slowly opens your eyes as you look up. You lightly tap the injured side of her cheek with your palm. "Well, let's at least make sure that opening doesn't get infected. I think we still have some saline solution somewhere in the bathroom." You pat her sternum as Frankie lets go, allowing you to walk into the hallway. She trails behind you.
