#if he didn't look like one you'd forget he was a robot sometimes

[meownotgood]

OMG i never got super into DBH actually!! :0 i had friends who liked it!!! but YES I WILL ELABORATE ON ROBOT AKI!! to put it shorty, robot aki's basically like. he's got more robotic vibes to him, like he's humanoid but he's made out of metal!! but he is SUCH a malewife omg, he just wants to help whoever he's with. and he's also a lot more stoic and talks a bit more like a robot if that makes sense!! he's just. metal husband LMAO

malewife robot aki who you buy to act as your maid and help you with chores around the house — he's really good at it, really sweet too, and super friendly with you. almost... a little too friendly.... like he's got a crush

[vinestaffery]

I'm praying that uh.. I don't know if this is gonna be answered or not but anyways!! (I couldn't hit the button to mNe this ankn for a bit)

Medkit X GN!reader Head canons before the accident?

Also I pray that this is easy to understand.🔷

hihi!!! thank you for requesting!! i absolutely understood this [and i am in love with medkit] so, i hope these are good enough!!! <3 have a nice day :3 I also somewhat based this off of the vibe of Bay City, Plastic Love, etc songs!!

PRE-MEDKIT HEADCANONS

Warnings: brief mentions of bullying Other: I made this where Pre-Medkit and GN!Reader aren't in a relationship, but hopelessly inlove with eachother. They just struggle at confessing because I love this type of trope! I also based this off of my own Blackrock Headcanon where at the start of Highschool, you must pass various tests before being placed in departments that fit you suitable in society. There is also mentions of Grav and Warp <3.

When you were brand new to the school that Medkit was at, you were hopelessly crushing on him, even though you barely interacted. You both had unique features unlike the other scientists within the department, but you were studying a completely different medium then him.

Your actual first two friends was Grav and Warp, who were close friends to Medkit. The three of yous, excluding Medkit sadly, were always bickering. But, your mind would always drift to that strange boy with glasses and bright green horns! Sometimes, Grav and Warp would catch you daydreamin' or staring at him from afar, which would influence in slight teasing. They couldn't help it, you were so inlove with him like those iconic high-school lovers trope!

That was until Grav and Warp somehow, ironically, got you intentionally partners of research with him. Quickly to blame them, you and Medkit actually got along quite well! With how you both examined small details and examined the fine details in each artifact given. He was surprised on how much of a similar level of learning you both had, but it ended up with you getting targetted for his arroudous bullying.

Medkit was known around the school, especially for how he acts and how different he is. Especially his horns, and how they are drastically different to many other Blackrockian's. They were unique, stylized with curves and fascinating features that seemed to bring out of Medkit more. It was something you fell inlove with about him, but you'd never admit it truthfully to his face.

For Medkit, it was your eyes. He's seen many robloxians in his life-time, but your eyes just stood out. How they seemed to keep him captivated, it was one of the reasons he struggled because he didn't want to look like a weirdo. He'd zone out endlessly, forgetting all of his surroundings but be amazed but your looks and your eyes. It was something he loved about you, and one of the many reasons why sometimes, you'd catch him not replying but making heavy contact. It'd make him forget how to breathe! Of course, he'd get embarrassed each time you called him out... he'd just say he was zoning out or dissociating, thinking, whatever excuse he can use to save himself.

Medkit and You were basically two peas in a pod after your first assignment with him. But, because you both studied different mediums, you were separated into a different department after a while and he was placed with a whole new person. Agriculture was your one, while his one was robotics and certain, secret project. But, that never stopped your guys endless meet-ups. Your department and his were very strict, keeping everyrobloxian on their toes and to keep a look out, since the very best were the most to survive.

Picnics were occassional, sometimes even inviting Grav and Warp alone if possible. They also studied a different medium together, which was the environmental setting, but their department was hated for it's easiness and lack of 'strong' competitors. It didn't bug Grav and Warp since they seemed to have already aced everything. Medkit and you, on the other hand, had to fight restlessly just to see one another or to complete a singular class assigned. Being one of the smartest kids was one thing in your shared departments, but you could tell it was taking a toll on Medkit.

Medkit was always one to push you away when you came to support him on heavier tasks, always saying that there is no need to help him, that you wouldn't understand. Sure, some pieces may be difficult, but it didn't stop you from helping your boyfriend friend from getting out of such a place. Medkit would get defensive, you'd retaliate but end up helping him in the end. Sometimes, you'd shamelessly get yourself into his dorm complex and finish off the work yourself.

Medkit and you would go out on dates spend time together whenever you both can. Sometimes, it'd be spending time in one anothers presence, others may be going to the parks or ice-skating. He was a pro at ice-skating, while you were to be held by him. You always got embarrassed and flushed at each time he'd hold you, sometimes even feeling him against you. It made you flare up, in which he'd get worried your getting sick!

Medkit has sketched you sooooo many times in his work books. Sometimes, he'd became so zoned out thinking about you, that he'd have someone tap him on the shoulder if he wasn't paying attention. In the end of the day, he'd always get the answer correct if possible, in a some-sort of short response and go back to thinking about you.

Subspace found out about his crush about you, and kept urging and making stupid jokes around him. It got to the point, that Hyperlaser had to separate you two from one another. It was that bad, mostly because Medkit despised Subspace. He has no right talking about you like that! And he proves it, but he also proves the fact he is so into you.

He has tons of letters in his drawers that were supposed to be sent to you, but he never had the courage. Some are even ranking before he was transferred from the shared-department you both were in. Sadly, because of being kicked out of the school after the accident, he lost all those letters. But, who knows, Grav and Warp snuck around and about and found a bunch...

You would sometimes kick your legs and dedicated paragraphs to him in your work. When it came to english assignments, especially in some parts of your class-curriculum, you'd write so many aimed sentences towards him. Of course, your teacher didn't bother to question it, since no matter what you wrote it was aimlessly on theme. It just had that sort of aimed ring to it, and I'm sure Medkit would understand what you wrote instantly.

Medkit compares you to the moon, no take backs. Sometimes at night, when he struggles to sleep, he watches the moon. It reminds you of him, especially when you are unavailable a lot. You were the moon, and he was the sun watching from afar. The stars that trinkle support each dime, each feature that he loved about you.

Nature was what reminded you of him, or small little trinkets you were able to collect. They were your reminder, and you'd dedicate each trinket to him.

Overall, you both are just two teenagers aimlessly falling in-love with one another, but are so unaware and obnoxious to every sign given!!!

[hello-universe-lovers]

SHENANIGANS: Where Mai gives headcanons to the Voices in your Head ™️ based purely off vibes!!

This episode: THE VOICES IN COOKING/BAKING

So we are back here again. Time to whip out the cakes and be sure to NOT forget to turn off the oven! Uhh spoilers kinda

Voice of the HERO: Look, I love Hero. And she is admittedly good with a lot of things. Fighting, leading (when push comes to shove), negotiating, gardening...but COOKING is where she struggles. Like, she's not bad that warrants a ban from the kitchen, and she can cook. It's just not great. And she beats herself up over it. The food itself is fine, maybe a lil burnt but serviceable.

Voice of the SMITTEN: do I need to say why he would be a good cook? This is a canon fact!what else is there to say?! Well...I can say he prefers to experiment and go overboard. Leftovers are NOT allowed when he's in charge, so everyone leaves stuffed.

Voice of the SKEPTIC: this may just be me, but Skeptic is the guy you go to for if you want something good and simple. He's not the best, but unlike hero he doesn't beat himself up over it. He makes a lot and there is plenty for tomorrow, if you feel like it. The Prince of Comfort Food.

Voice of of the CHEATED: luck may not be on her side, but the culinary gods sure are! She is EXTREMELY careful so there's no spill to trip over, no accidental knife tricks, no using the wrong ingredients or spices, unless they just don't have something. She basically "cheat-proof" the kitchen the best of her abilities. Sometimes she fails, and that sends her spiraling. But when she succeeds, she is so happy!! Oh, and her food is OK. What? Smitten takes the crown of Cooking King, she ain't beating him.

Voice of the PARANOID: surprise, surprise, he stress bakes. But only in the oddest of hours during bouts of nightmare and insomnia. Sure he doesn't do it ALL the time, but hey, can't go wrong with chocolate chip cookies at 2 AM with some Chai. Default Comfort Food King of the Voices.

Voice of the STUBBORN: In line with my hc of him being Aussie: let the man GRILL. He is meticulous in prepping, cutting, marinating the best meats he can get his hands on. He treats the kitchen like a battleground (which is why someone needs to help him clean up). But you don't wanna eat JUST that every day. Luckily, when he cooks, there's plenty for the next month or so. That's plenty of time to cleanse your palette.

Voice of the BROKEN: due to her legs, she can't exactly stand still and make a meal for 10 other people. But she is willing to help with cooking all the same. It makes her feel useful. Often with Hero or Cheated, you'd find her on a chair or in the corner, diligently peeling onions, potatoes, and such with automation not unlike a robot. Her appetite, though, leads her to not being able to join them for meal time. But it's ok, she grabs a plate later and enjoys it then. Sometimes you don't gotta force your gut.

Voice of the OPPORTUNIST: As a diligent boyfriend, he has picked up a recipe or two to show Thorn. Much like Hero, his meals are fine. Not good, not bad. The issue comes from actually being left alone to do anything. Most of the time, he doesn't like cooking for himself, let alone for the others. It's just something he picked up out of necessity. He'd settle with any leftovers if Smitten didn't had a say in that. However, they have a chore wheel for a reason so every 2 weeks, he sucks it up and cooks. He would just intentionally suck ass to not be put up to this, but that's not who he is, anymore.

Voice of the COLD: much like his hair still being silky smoothe for no reason, so is his "non-existent" cooking skills. Every time it's his turn, there's only one thing and it's a stew from some kind. Its a good stew, but since they never see him do anything, everyone thinks he just got Belle over to cook for him. Cold is not answering their questions, so it's a mystery. (Skeptic has tried to catch Belle, with no luck).

Voice of HUNTED: he doesn't cook, case close. He hates the conflicting smells and spices, he hates the stoves and oven, he hates how there are so many knives in one place. Sometimes he's more paranoid than Paranoid, in the kitchen. If you let him cook, it's something that won't straight up kill you, but he woule be uncomfortable through the process. Though, if it's just to watch others cook, he is perfectly fine, excited even. Because he's not alone and he can step in and help them if they get injured.

Voice of the CONTRARIAN: you'd think she's chaotic and...you'd be absolutely right. Weird food cravings and combos, odd snacks and drinks, Connie is the food fiend and OFFICALLY banned from the kitchen. That sign doesn't stop her bc she can't read tho. So rather than entering the kitchen alone, she sneaks in to modify that day's meal. This is where Hunted comes into play. It's a cat and mouse game, in there. Still, no one can stop her from eating stuff like lady fingers dipped in ranch dressing. Or bacon wrapped strawberries. (Smitten absolutely had a heart attack)

BONUS: COOKING TOGETHER.

They rarely cook together, like all in one, since they only have one kitchen. But it's their best memories together. Sometimes they invite the Princesses so they can make much more than usual. It becomes a psudeo date/picnic with everyone enjoying each other's company.

And they always save 2 plates for Shifty and Larry. They may be Gods who are experiencing everything through their voices and vessels, but they still deserve a plate at the table. (They appreciate it)

[hobiebrownbrowser]

🖤Chapter -2🖤. ⚠️ Angst. Lots of it⚠️

Cheating Hobie Brown x Robotic-Spider FEMreader

Summary: A spider has bit you, The spider slowly absorbing your life. In a last feeble attempt to survive you harbor your life in a heartless android body.

Time Tumble: The Problem to an end.

You remember it so clearly, your brain was slowly rotting at the scenes that replayed. The girl, That girl who he'd had his eyes on every damn second the band was together. She was a new bandmate from "his" realm.

How could you be so blind? Of course he wanted someone he could see all the time. Of course he wanted someone he could feel the warmth in, Feel loved in, Feel pain in. She had everything you've always wanted.

"A heart." A pulse is what you wanted, you wanted to be human again. You wanted everything he wanted. You wanted to feel special.

You thought nothing of her, delusions pushing the thought past with such a low tendency.

Oh how you felt so repulsive, lying to yourself just to try and stay with something that could never love you. You hate him of course you do, but that hate was always filled with love, disgust and anger.

You were angry that he lied to you, disgusted at the fact that he could've broken up with you. Why do you still love him? Why do you still hold on to a string that was bound to snap? You'd laugh at the thought, it was funny, Terrifyingly pushing an unstable reaction from you.

Your insanity was splitting, You'd quit the HQ just to feel the utter spite of not seeing "his" face. His figure was burned into your skull, often making you cry out for him. You knew he couldn't hear you anyway, slowly dying while he webbed another persons heart.

In the end you cut everyone he knew off, Sure they could just come to your dimension. Why not play a game of hide and seek? Your life felt like a board of chess, The ground under you not making a single sound of noise once you'd completely fallen from planet earth.

The city you lived in became utter destruction. You just watched, the motivation of being an alternate spider-person fading away from your mind. You sometimes forget you were the culprit for the city falling into disrepair.

The bags under your eyes resemble nothing but darkness. You still felt cold, pitiful on how one man could make you fall apart so easily. The joy you felt had deafened, your heart bleeding the blackest of blood.

You wanted revenge, wanting him to reap what he sowed. You know he probably didn't care, neither did you. Not anymore at least. You hate everything that falls into your hands, only for it to fuck you over in the end.

You were nothing but a tool for the spider society, It was their fault. If they didn't recruit you, you would've never met him. You would never have met his friends, His kind of species.

I was never meant to fit in, I was never meant to even be here.

"What was I made for?"

Part 1

Don't look at me like that. I'm depressed atm.

[myonos]

Hello Stranger

yjw x gn!reader ☆ 0.9k ☆ fluff ☆ no warnings

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When you were 10 you had a neighbor, Jungwon.

It’s safe to say he was your first crush.

You were infatuated with him, even though you didn’t know what that meant at the time.

You would stare at him in school, watch him walk home with his friends, your eyes never left him.

You never spoke to him though, you were too shy.

Until one day when he spoke to you first.

“Can I borrow a pencil?” He asked during social studies.

“Sure,” you replied, handing him one of your brand new mechanical pencils, the really good kind.

Of course, to you, he only deserved the best.

After that, Jungwon was constantly asking you for things, and of course, you always gave them.

Every time you handed him something, he’d give you his signature smile. Everyone loved his smile, it always had all the girls squealing about how cute he was.

Time went on and your crush on Jungwon only got stronger.

In 7th grade, he was officially named the school’s sweetheart.

Everywhere Yang Jungwon went, he was praised.

You watched as he got a high honor roll, was voted most popular in your grade, gaining new friends left and right.

Despite how friendly he was, you never found the courage to approach him as a friend. He still asked you for things sometimes, and at the very least knew your name. That was enough for you.

Freshman year of high school rolled around and you, as well as the whole grade, watched Yang Jungwon get his first girlfriend. Every girl was heartbroken that it wasn't them.

You wanted to feel the same, yet you knew you never stood a chance.

Jungwon and his girlfriend Chowon lasted all of 9th grade, until their tragic breakup right at the beginning of sophomore year.

Everyone saw a different side of Yang Jungwon that year. A Jungwon who was closed off and moody. One that had lost his smile. He didn't ask you for things anymore.

A month after the breakup, the old Jungwon came back and everyone was relieved, especially his close group of friends.

He was back to being friendly, talking to anyone and everyone. His smile came back and yet, he still didn't ask you for things anymore.

The small interaction you had with Jungwon had ceased, and you couldn't help but feel sad.

You wanted to offer him anything, just say something to him, but alas you continued to admire him from afar.

Sophomore year passed. Junior year went smoothly for you although looking into colleges was stressful. Then on the second to last day of school, tragedy struck. Yang Jungwon was moving. Not just moving to another street, but moving away. The last day of school was filled with well wishes to Jungwon as well as his arms being piled with gifts from everyone.

You wanted to give him something, something he’d never forget.

You decided to give him a poem.

Your heart was poured out into that poem.

Every emotion you felt looking at Jungwon, speaking to him.

His eyes, his smile, his kindness.

You realized it may have sounded weird how much you observed him, but it was your last chance to make an impression.

During your last class together, you handed it to him, wishing him luck for next year, wherever that may be.

He looked surprised that you were giving him something, but he thanked you anyway with that smile.

Later that day you watched as he and his parents finished packing up their car.

You felt like a creep looking through your window, but you'd be damned if you didn't get a last peek at him before you never saw him again.

All of a sudden, he looked up, spotting you.

You were humiliated, this is how Yang Jungwon was going to see you for the last time, a creep spying on him.

But instead of looking at you with disgust, he smiled, waving to you.

Your mind was screaming but your body gave a robotic wave back.

Then he was gone.

Just like that, 7 years gone.

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4 years have passed.

You decided to stay in your hometown for college. You were accepted into your dream school.

You still thought about Jungwon, pretty often actually.

As you sit on the park bench, watching the lake in front of you, you wonder how Jungwon is.

Did he get into a good school? Was he in a relationship?

All these thoughts running through your mind, all about someone you should've forgotten about years ago.

But there was no forgetting someone like Jungwon.

“Hello, stranger,” someone said from behind you.

As you turned, your mind was in disbelief.

There he stood, the man who had a permanent spot in your mind.

“Jungwon.”

“Y/N,” he said as he sat beside you.

Your mouth was slightly opened in shock.

“I don't know what to say.”

“When I came back I knew I had to find you,” he said, pulling something out of his pocket. “For this.”

Pink notebook paper with a heart sticker.

Your poem.

“You kept that all these years?”

He nodded, “It was the first thing I read when we left, and I didn't bother reading anything else. I thought to myself, someone who paid this much attention to me deserved that attention back. And here we are.”

He puts his hand on top of yours and you feel your heart flutter, “Let’s start.”

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inspired by “Hello Stranger” by Kai.

permanent taglist: @escapetheash

[the-kr8tor]

NOO YESTERDAY'S ASK DIDN'T GO THROUGH.. I was crying I saw the Wild Robot and fink the fox made me sob every time he got vulnerable like stop being me ur supposed to be a childrens film Daily Hobie HC! I might do general hobie hcs to make up for missing yesterday's one>:) - Hobie tells the most corniest dad jokes at the worst times, and it got worse when Billie and Ramona came into the picture. You know he does it purposefully just to hear a sigh escape your lips and his girls giggle, calling him corny. Somehow though, those 'dad jokes' manage to be the prompt of some very interesting conversations which can go on for hours. - In my opinion, I'd say Hobie's love language is all of them. Of course, his main one is teasing, but the other ones are also there. - Most of his gifts consists of little trinkets from other dimensions or his own, mixed with a plethora of his own scribbly doodles of him reminding you to drink water or eat foot, especially if he knows you've been focused on something. Sometimes, these notes will consist of him having done a scribbly chibi design of the two of you holding hands or cuddling with floating hearts everywhere. - I feel like his physical touch would look more casual, but its a slow notice. From simply just hooking his finger into your belt loop to leaning on you like an armrest, Hobie likes to be close to you. Anything you wear around your wrist isn't safe from his harmless fiddling from when he's holding onto you, especially to make sure you don't get lost in larger crowds. One of Hobie's favourite ones, you've observed, is him coming up from behind you and draping his arms over your shoulders, his chin resting against the top of your head. His heart melts when you reach up to grab onto his wrists as he does this, holding onto him as well. - Quality time with Hobie is never boring, whether it's teaching you how to pierce clothing with spikes, piercing your ears for you, or just watching a movie together. He likes spending time with you, taking you out to watch the stars on top of his canal boat (pretending that its not choking in pollution) on some days where the sky is extra clear. Or just staying in and relaxing against each other underneath the covers as the sky turns grey with rain pattering against the windows. - Hobie always offered to help you with things, like doing the chores around the house or helping you cook food. Especially during your pregnancy with the girls, Billie and Ramona, Hobie was as helpful as ever, almost making you cry. He'd give you some of his baggier shirts and comfy pants whenever you needed them just so you could feel more comfortable. Hobie took the role of cooking food whenever you were sleeping or just resting, and whenever you'd point it out, he'd simply roll his eyes in an affection manner, peck your forehead and respond with that he needs to learn not to burn down the houseboat for the kid's sake, making you both laugh at the memory. - Never doubt that Hobie's always your number 1 fan, always. With whatever you do. Art? He has an entire box dedicated to the pieces you thought he got rid of, yet he adores looking through at your improvement. Writing? Hobie will always make sure that you've had something to drink and expertly massage the cramps from your hands, as well as gladly proofreading your work for you. Music? He'll be strumming along to you whenever he can get his hands on his guitar, encouraging you to keep going and listening to you. And he never lets you forget that he loves you, always murmuring it against your skin as he peppers kisses to the side of your neck lazily, having woken up from a nap. -🐦‍⬛

OH NO!! I was waiting for it! I thought you were too busy 😔 no worries tho!!

I didn't know that's out already!

Daily Hobie HC ❤️❤️❤️

AHHHH YESSS HIS DAD JOKES ARE THE BEST! Also the most eye rolling ones 😂 b and r love it so much tho! Hobie is definitely the silly dad

Bro is so good at teasing you until you're flat out shrieking in laughter or about to hurl a pillow at him 😂

The tiny chibis!!! 🥺🥺 I can imagine him making such silly notes too

I agree! For a bit he's less touchy but still very affectionate but as time goes on he's not seen anywhere without his hand on you!

Stargazing on top of his houseboat 😍😍😍

Aishwisjwbs this one is my fave 🥹 he's so lovely and caring where do I find a man like him? 😭

Hobie joking that he won't burn down the house with his cooking is always a treat

HE'S A CHEERLEADER FOR HIS PARTNER YOUR HONOUR

I love himb sm

[themightymoose]

What Did You Say?

Since when did this become a horror movie

Wait

Oh my god it's the humarian episode isn't it

Lmao the pets chasing after a ball

Sometimes I truly forget the pets are just silly little creatures half the time

They're so happy to see herrrrrrr 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Also don't think I didn't notice Pepper licking Blythe's face and snuggling up to her

I'm only observant about the important things I guess

Wtf is that voice Vinnie is using

It doesn't feel right coming out of his mouth

Damn he's a sassy guy today

Blythe calling the pets her pet buddies

Blythe I think you're gonna get hearing loss doing that

Oh so it was Sunil who came up with the name

They're so concerned for her I love them

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

This chorus goes so hard though

Also why do they assume Russell is a "humanarian"

Sunil is still doing the robot

I love Russell's look in this song

Now I wish Vinnie was here so we could see what he'd look like

Why are you guys chasing him this looks so threatening

I love the way Russell yells animal

Vinnie is still trying to get that fly I see

Huh I guess Vinnie's dead

His scream 💀

The flys are helping the guy who was trying to actively kill them

Love them for that

Them all just collectively shrugging when asked about Vinnie

Damn Minka you did not have to roast Blythe like that

Not Vinnie being a tourist

He's so scared

Them playing cards

Sunil just being 100% on board with putting a deadly snake in her room

No Zoe

Pepper being the only one actively concerned about Vinnie's whereabouts

Vinnie if you were a human you'd definitely get mugged

Vinnie is literally on the verge of tears this is legit traumatizing for him

Blythe is so fucking sad

Sunil what the fuck that is your bestie you should be the most concerned

These little shits

Except for Russell

And maybe Pepper because she at least brought attention to the fact that he was fucking missing

The knocking sound against Vinnie's head

Dude sounds so dejected

Oh god

I think Vinnie just got kidnapped

Vinnie is honestly slaying that outfit

Also not Vinnie blaming himself

I mean....

I don't like this child she is inflicting psychological torment onto Vinnie

This child is trying to commit manslaughter

Sucks for her

I knew the medicine had something to do with it

Huh so they do care

Could've fooled me

VINNIE AND PEPPER HUGGGINGGGGGGGG

OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDD

They are everything to me

I love this rat

[nights-flying-fox]

Little Talks with a Big Robot Turtle

Raph has some questions, and Casey Junior has some answers.

🔴 This fic is based on Cass Apocalyptic Series by @somerandomdudelmao!! If you haven't seen the comics already, I'd suggest you check them out!! They're really good and fun!!

🔴 rottmnt au || 2,452 words

🔴 click here to read on AO3!!

🔴 mostly Raph-cently, almost no angst, mostly family fluff

🔴 don't tag with any ships!!

There were many things Raph was happy about. Like being 'alive' again, getting reunited with his brothers, seeing familiar faces in the Resistance…

There was something that bothered him though. A lot.

He wasn't sure how many years passed. While he was 'offline' (as Donnie would describe) it was impossible to tell that. He didn't remember anything from that time. It was as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

And that brought memories. Bad ones. Things he'd rather forget, like the dark cold feeling as he was pulled into another deep sleep—

You're safe, Raph.

He took a deep breath. Let it out. (Thankfully Dee had made his robot body work as similar to his organic body, as much as he could.) He was safe and with his family. Raph was okay.

Yeah, it wasn't what bothered him right now anyways. The thing was, how much he missed while being offline.

Clearly, way too many years had passed. Considering how much Casey Junior grew up and how his brothers had aged (especially Mikey, apparently years weren't kind to him, thank pizza supreme in the sky for Donnie’s new invention) in his absence. He guessed that at least twelve years must have passed.

Twelve years away from his family.

He didn't want to think too much about that. Not yet.

Instead, Raph decided he wanted to simply gain information about what he missed.

And luckily he had plenty of time and someone he could learn a part of what he missed, specifically possible embarrassing stories of his brothers' shenanigans. (There was no way these three didn't do something stupid in all of those past years.)

Leo and Donnie were on a field mission, Mikey was training, and April was on a super secret mission for a while now according to Leo. Which left him alone with no one other than Casey Jones Junior.

The teen was sitting next to him, leaning towards the large robot turtle as he cleaned his weapon.

Raph watched him for a bit before he spoke, "Casey, can I ask you a question?"

"Sure, uhh, Ma- Uncle Raphael." Casey replied.

"What did Raph miss?"

"Huh?" Casey turned to look at him a bit confused.

"I feel like I still need to catch up on a lot of things. I hoped you'd be helpful?" Raph explained.

Casey frowned, "I think Sensei would be better for that job, I didn't take an important role in missions until the recent years—"

"No, no, no, not missions and information about the Resistance," Raph already learned a summary of that from his brothers. "Raph means family."

"Ah." Casey put his weapon down, "Yes, I can help with that!" He turned to Raph to look at him better. "What would you like to know?"

Raph thought for a second before answering. "What did Donnie mean when he said he turned Leo into a tangerine-sized baby ?" Leo was stubbornly avoiding answering the question and he hadn't got the chance to ask Donnie or Mikey about that.

Casey grinned, "Uncle Tello was experimenting and Sensei was helping him. They tested it on Sensei, and he literally turned into a small baby." He explained. "He was so… small." Casey used his hands to show the scale of baby Leo. "I'd thought he'd be a giant toddler, and yet…"

Raph laughed, "I can't believe I missed that. I'd have loved to see him that small again." The memories of when they were tots, much smaller and tiny flashed before his eyes. He barely remembered those days anymore, yet the warmth of the good old days was something he always welcomed. "I sometimes forget how small we were."

Casey looked at him with concern, as if trying to wrap his mind around something. Maybe he was wondering if he'd be as tall as them like he would ask when he was four, or maybe he was thinking of how Raph could be that small back in the past. Finally, he shook his head, "I never thought I'd see Sensei like that. It was…"

"Odd?" Raph guessed.

"Yeah, and a bit scary." Casey nodded.

"Responsibility?"

Another nod.

Raph looked at the boy and considered saying anything about it., but decided against it. Casey seemed like he had already talked it out, even if he was drifting into his thoughts. Raph smiled, and asked another question, something silly to distract the boy: “Was he as naughty as in our time?”

“No, not really.” Casey hummed.

“Huh, when we were much younger he would cause a lot of trouble.” Raph said. “Maybe he was aware of himself this time?”

“Uncle Tello says he didn’t, but I am not sure.” Casey explained. "He claims he doesn't remember anything from his time like that, but I have my suspicions."

"Is that so?"

"Why would he have gotten embarrassed at the mention of chirping if not? And he always avoids the topic." The boy pointed out. The way he used his fingers to count his proofs and the way he talked reminded Raph of Donnie. "Also I caught him threatening a guy who had yelled at me earlier, when Sensei was tiny." He quickly added.

"Chirping, you say?" Raph asked with a joyful glint in his eyes.

"Yes!" Casey laughed. "I didn't even know he could chirp."

"That's a turtle thing. A thing that I didn't hear him make for years." Raph grinned.

"A turtle thing…" Casey briefly seemed to think about something, before continuing his tales.

Casey told him about other adventures, such as Mikey sleepwalk-floating around in the middle of the night and almost getting attacked by sleep-deprived Donnie, the twins getting banned from card games, and the karaoke night fiasco…

Even if his heart ached as he learned how much he missed out, he still enjoyed every single memory and story Casey shared with him. Even if he was not there, he still found comfort in them. (And of course possible material for comebacks against his brothers' silly annoying jokes.)

After who knows how long of talking, they were back to silence. Raph was glad it wasn't an awkward silence. He also felt lucky with how quickly Casey adapted to his presence and felt comfortable around him too. He knew very well how hard it was for everyone in the current times.

Then Casey looked at him and said, "Uncle Raphael, can I ask a question?"

"Of course, Casey."

"Is it true that you can multiply your form?” Casey asked.

“Yeah, it is!” Raph grinned. “But I haven’t done that for a long while. Thankfully it’s not necessary that often.”

Casey looked at him in a way that made Raph sure he was trying to figure out how multiplying worked. “I can show you if you want to see?” Raph offered.

The boy’s eyes shined with excitement as he nodded.

So Raph did his old trick and watched the boy look amazedly at him. He could tell Casey had many more questions, and Raph was ready to answer every single of them.

Because if there was one thing he was sure of, it was that he missed having small talks with his family. And besides, how could he say no to a chance to bond with the kid more? He had many years to make up for after all.

That was how their time passed. Talking about memories and simple things, having laughs over embarrassing things (that mostly his brothers did), and answering questions.

Though he had to admit, he never expected to hear this question:

“What’s a Godzilla?”

Raph blinked in confusion, “Where did that come from?”

“I once heard someone say that you were like Godzilla. As big as it is or something like that.” Casey explained.

“Ah, it is a fictional character. A big dinosaur-like thing. A giant reptilian monster.”

“Something like the aliens from Jupiter Jim?” Casey asked excitedly.

“Yes! Kind of.” Good thing his siblings hadn’t forgotten to teach Casey the essential knowledge. “I’m glad you’re familiar with the series.”

“Of course! I know it all, including Jupiter Jim Pluto Vacation 4 — the best movie.” Casey said proudly.

Raph stared at him in shock. “Did you mean Jupiter Jim Sails The Seven Galaxies ?”

“No, that’s the second best movie.”

No way Casey had said that. Raph knew who was behind this though, and he mentally took a note to have a nice talk with Donnie and remind him why Jupiter Jim Sails The Seven Galaxies is the best one truthfully. Meanwhile, he had a kid to save from false information. “So Casey, would you like to learn more about the movies?”

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Leo was so dang tired of the repeating nightmares.

The same fucking memories blended together in different ways. Seeing the same faces and colors, and hearing the same screams again and again and again —

His brain wasn't kind to him, he already knew that. It still annoyed him, though. But it was like that for the last ten-something years. Old habits die hard, huh?

Except Raph was no longer dead. And he was such a great big brother that welcomed him every time Leo felt way too bad to go back to sleep.

The truth was that Leo didn't only seek comfort, but he wanted to make sure Raph was there. He needed to be sure he was alright.

Some nights he'd check the rest of his family's rooms too. He knew Donnie had a similar habit too, except he'd check their vitals and locations from the trackers he put on them instead.

Quietly Leo walked towards Raph's room. The big guy was there, as always. Awake too. Leo knew he would never ‘sleep’ before his brothers did since the time he didn’t need sleep. (And that some nights he'd stay awake just to make sure they would be safe.) His bright eyes noticed him in no time. "Nightmares?"

Leo simply nodded, feeling too tired to say anything.

Raph opened his arms, welcoming him to a hug. Leo gladly approached him and hugged him back. Embracing the hug, the safety of his big brother- even if he was made of titanium- gave him the biggest comfort.

Leo finally relaxed, enough to fall asleep.

He'd fall asleep if it wasn't for the noise coming from Donnie's lab, followed by a loud " Fuck !"

Ah, yes. As Leo mentioned earlier, old habits die hard. Donnie was overworking and probably chugging coffee as usual. He should've guessed, considering how when Leo manages to sleep it's usually Donnie's turn to be the insomniac of the night.

Raph sighed. Then he got up without letting go of Leo. "All those years, and you guys still don't sleep." He murmured.

Leo smirked, "I'm not guilty tonight." he yawned.

" Tonight ." Raph repeated, emphasizing the word.

Soon they arrived at Donnie's lab. Opening the doors, they were met with a loud hiss coming from Donnie. As Raph stood with Leo held in his arms at the doorway, Donnie froze with realization.

"Donnie."

"Raph."

"Its 4 am."

Donnie looked away and started to fiddle with his hands. "Gasp, is it? Well, better I go to sleep—"

Before he was able to squirm away, Raph caught him with his free hand. As he held him, Donnie once again froze. Leo snickered as he watched them. With Donnie in one hand and Leo in the other arm, Raph began walking back to his room. "That's enough work for tonight, Donnie."

"But–-"

"No buts, you sleep. Now."

"Ha ha! Got busted." Leo smirked.

"Shut it, as if it wasn't you who gets scolded five times in a week for not sleeping." Donnie retorted.

"It's four, actually." Leo corrected him.

"Wrong. It's five."

"Four."

"Five."

" Four ."

" Five ."

"If you don't shut up and rest, it will become seven days a week." Raph threatened lightheartedly.

As Raph lay on the bed, Donnie scoffed and gave in. He knew there was nothing he could do to escape Raph's grip- curse him for making Raph's arms so powerful!- so he accepted his fate. Leo yawned once again, while Donnie started snoring in no time.

"He's been working on something nonstop lately." Leo commented, looking at his twin.

"Do you have any idea what it is?" Raph whispered.

"Maybe. Not sure though." Leo closed his eyes.

"Does it have anything to do with the tot-you experiment?"

Leo's eyes flew open. "What?"

"You possibly couldn't have forgotten that."

"Who told you- Casey !" That little snitcher.

"It doesn't sound bad." Raph said.

"It was bad." Leo protested.

"So you remember."

"No." Leo replied a bit too quickly.

"Sure." It was Raph's turn to smirk.

Leo bit his tongue, there was no way Raph didn't understand that Leo knew everything that happened while he was in that whole situation. Well, shit. "Please never bring this up ever again." He groaned.

"Okay," Raph said. Leo sighed, but Raph hadn't finished. "I didn't know you still chirped."

" Nooooooooo ," Leo whined. "Not this again." This embarrassment was too much.

Raph didn't care, he enjoyed messing with his brothers. He missed them, and the old days, so he was making up for that. Leo was aware of that. It didn't make this any better though.

With how this was going on, the whole Resistance was going to learn about this and know him as the 'chirping leader'.

Raph looked at him knowingly. Then he chirped.

Come on, like the old days?

He knew what he wanted to hear. Of course, he knew that Leo wouldn't be able to say no too. Not if he wanted to keep it as a secret. He didn't have a choice.

Damn turtle genetics.

" Fiiiiine ," He huffed. Then, after a second, he chirped.

I'm never ever doing that again.

Meanwhile, Raph was looking at him as if he was a tiny wet puppy. "Can't believe you still sound the same as when you were tiny."

"Shuuuuut up!" Leo buried his face in Raph's plastron.

Raph snorted, "Alright, alright." Then he gave him and Donnie a light squeeze. "Good night, Leo."

Leo didn't raise his head as he replied, "Good night, Raph."

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A few hours later Mikey found the turtle pile, and gasped, saying how dare they have a sleepover without him.

More hours later, Casey found them, smiling at the scenery of four turtles. All sleeping and snoring peacefully. He had a feeling that Commander April would be sad to miss that, and wish there was a picture of them.

Casey considered joining them, but before he did anything he noticed the half-open eyes looking at him. His Sensei smiled and gestured to him to join them. Without a second thought, Casey did. And in a short while, he fell into a peaceful sleep.

[glowstickspinalfluid]

live action little mermaid thoughts:

what was the point of the little mermaid statue??

URSULA JUST EXPOSITION DUMPING??? JUST PUT MORE TIME INTO HER SCENES THE MOVIE IS ALREADY OVER TWO HOURS

the live action really made all of the weird stuff in the original more noticeable

new stuff mixed with the old stuff created noticeable tonal inconsistency.

ursula and ariel acted and sang their asses off though, good job 👍

the contrast was so low and it was so dark that it was hard to tell what was going on sometimes, and it made cuts to lighter places seem like getting flash banged

WHY did they make the camera do all of the stuff. the going upside down and all of that. i got so dizzy and disoriented. god it was awful

on a similar note why did they make the storm scenes like that. there was no need to make it that flashy. i don't even have epilepsy or anything and it was just miserable to tell what was happening

sebastian's eyes. why did they have pseudo eyelids. it was like those japanese robots with the little screens for faces but JUST on his eyeballs and it was so weird.

sebastian's mouth. why did it move.

for both of those points they just could've put more effort into his body language

why did they kill king triton just to bring him back a few minutes later

flounder was also weird. he didn't have enough screen time for me to get into it

WHY DID THEY MAKE URSULA ADD THE "she won't remember that she has to kiss the prince no matter what hehehe >:)" TO THE SPELL. THAT CHEAPENS HER AS A VILLAIN. WE HAVE SHOWN THAT ARIEL IS AWARE OF SOCIAL RULES AND DOENST MEAN TO SKIMP OUT ON HER RESPONSIBILITIES SHES JUST FORGETFUL. WHY DIDNT THEY JUST AMP THAT UP A LITTLE. MAKE URSULA AWARE OF THAT AND EXPLOIT THAT ON PURPOSE. COME /ON/

the goofy swimming motion the mermaids do with their upper bodies

ursula's use of her tentacles though

why'd they make ariel be the one to stab ursula at the end? if i remember they both did it together? it really doesn't matter but it just feels like disney is grabbing me by the shoulder and going "hey. look at this. isn't she a # girlboss? isn't this so Feminist(tm)?" and it's just like. sure? i guess? its fine it just doesn't seem to do much for literally the climax of an over 2 hour movie

i'm very tired now so that's it

also you can just listen to the songs. the new ones are cool and the covers of old ones are also good. it's all the enjoyment you'd get from the movie without the time investment

[sdxstudio]

Chapter 12

Vendetta still was mad about Patrice's comment, but he called Mahogany to come over. When she walked up to them, first thing she saw was fish tail. She picked Patrice up and smiled.

Mahogany: your costume is soooo cute! Patrice: actually, it's not a costume. Mahogany: wait, what? Vendetta: well, miss. Turn out she's one of Dreamscapers. Or let's say, she joined them. I know you don't believe in magic, but this is real. You can even see it yourself. Mahogany: there's no way. This looks like costume.

Mahogany then tryed to take off Patrice's tail. Patrice took it personally and bited Vendetta. It left a bite mark on his arm. He then pointed at it.

Vendetta: see? It will not go off, it's real. Mahogany: oh my...so magic is real?! Vendetta: yup. Mahogany: so you told me the truth about annoying purple version of you that sometimes wakes you up? Vendetta: mhm. Mahogany: oh no! I'm sooo sorry that I didn't believed you! Vendetta: it's okay, miss. Mahogany: I'm sorry to you too, little one! I didn't mean to do it! Patrice: yeah, okay. Just forget about it. Anyways, I'm gonna go. If Vendetta can explain it, he will. See ya!

Patrice then left Mahogany's mantion and started to walk home. She needed some time for herself. She walked in and there was Michael talking to Felix. They then looked at her.

Michael: see what I was talking about? Felix: that is so cool! You would be a great real life Vtuber with it! Michael: Felix, no! We don't need another youtuber. Felix: pshh! You are really jelly over my fame. Michael: I was the one who commented "you look thinner than tomorrow". Felix: it was you?! How dare you?! Patrice: can you guys stop?! You two are worth each other! Felix: oh yeah? Why don't you-

After taking few steps, she stopped and looked back, showing sharp teeth. Felix then lost his colors and didn't finished. She then started to walk to her room. She opened door and there was Jerry playing dating simulator.

Jerry: o-oh! Hey! Patrice: hey Jerry. What are you doing? Jerry: I'm playing this one game about dating. I wish I can date someone. Patrice: maybe one day, Jerry. It's not this easy. Jerry: yeah. Patrice: do you want to chill and watch something? Jerry: I thought you'd never ask! I even got snacks!

Patrice then layed on bed, Jerry sat next to her with his Miku pillow. She was looking at Jerry's CD collection of movies. There was so much anime there. She then picked "Ouran Highschool Host Club" one and putted it in CD reader. Jerry started to put snacks on bed. There were Pocky, chips, jelly straws and some Haribo. She opened them all and started to eat. Jerry was just hugging his pillow happily. They both were watching anime till late hour.

Jerry: I sometimes wanna stop the time, and stay at this moment. Me and my friend, watching anime, eating snacks. Just like normal people do. Yet we are not normal people. You are a human fish and I am a robot. Sometimes it makes me sad that I can't taste anything. No food. No tea or coffee. But at this moment, I feel normal. It is calming. And it's just diffrent than usual. You know? Patrice: yeah. Sometimes even I miss to be fully human. But time changes. We change too. Even tho I miss things, in that moment, I don't think about it. Because I wanna live in that moment with you, Jerry. A simple life with not normal friend. No worries, only anime and some snacks.

Night Terror DLC Redemption

Hey. So I'll be making a story about my new AU (it's be a bit diffrent from original Night Terror AU story, that's why I called it DLC. It's not canon to original story, it's more like fanon). So yeah. I hope you'll like it.

[linawritestwst]

If the event is still open, could i ask for the pomefiore trio and the colors white, teal, magenta and pink?

vil schoenheit.

WHITE: "what does he like the most about his s/o? which trait he finds the most beautiful?"

of course, vil is gonna compliment your appearance quite often, reminding you how beautiful you are.. but also telling you to take better care of your appearance. yes, he can be strict and some of his "gentle reminders" are not gentle at all, but he really thinks you deserve to treat yourself better. also vil would admire how determined you are and how passionate you can be when it comes to something you care about. vil knows that you're working hard and he's so proud of you.

TEAL: "what's this character's type? what kind of person would be a perfect partner for him?"

i think vil would appreciate a s/o who's as responsible as him and who takes most things seriously, refusing to slack off and they put their heart and soul into what they do. he would admire a person who doesn't just wait for what they want, but decides to work for it instead. also, a patient s/o would be nice because.. vil can get just a little bit rude sometimes. just a little bit. so if you understand that him criticizing you doesn't mean that he hates you, he just believes that you can do better, that's great!

MAGENTA: "how does this character realize he's in love?"

vil probably wouldn't need a lot of time to realize it, he always kinda had a feeling that you're special to him in some way. he didn't think you would be special to him in THAT way though. and when he first realizes it, he's.. actually pretty calm about it. like yes, he has a crush on you, yes, he's not a robot I'M SO SORRY ORTHO, he has feelings too! so why should he make a big deal about it? confessing to you is a whole different thing though..

PINK: "how does this character confess to his crush? is it easy for him or he needs a lot of time?"

vil doesn't want to rush, he thinks it would be stupid for him to just go and confess his love for you. he needs time, he needs to make sure you'd be okay with it and it isn't just a "five-minute crush" or something like that. he will try confessing to you only when he knows that his feelings for you are serious and he's absolutely sure that he wants to start a relationship with you. also, vil should be careful with his celebrity status, people will definitely start talking about you two once you start dating. so, if you're okay with it.. maybe you can give him a chance?

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rook hunt.

WHITE: "what does he like the most about his s/o? which trait he finds the most beautiful?"

listen, when i say that some twst characters would be like "oh, i love everything about my s/o", i mean that some of them would still have their preferences. rook though? HE REALLY LOVES EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU. your looks? gorgeous. your personality? fascinating. your interests? rook wants to know everything about them, please tell him about them in great detail. you can literally just breathe and this man would find it beautiful. but he really does mean it! he's just so happy to be dating someone like you!

TEAL: "what's this character's type? what kind of person would be a perfect partner for him?"

honestly, i don't think rook has a type. again, he finds beauty in all things and he wouldn't want to limit himself with just one type. if we're talking about a perfect partner.. if you're okay with rook sometimes forgetting about your personal space and you don't find his behavior weird at all, i think you would enjoy dating him!

MAGENTA: "how does this character realize he's in love?"

i actually think rook would need some time understanding his feelings for you. again, he finds all people beautiful in their own way, so what if his feelings for you are not that special? he would notice that he feels a bit different around you and he would be confused at first.. but then, it hits him. he really did fall in love with you. you're not just another person that he finds kind of interesting, you're so much more than that.

PINK: "how does this character confess to his crush? is it easy for him or he needs a lot of time?"

like vil, he takes his time. but if vil prefers to take things slowly because he's not sure if his feelings for you are that serious and he wants to know how you feel about him too, rook is just.. like that. i feel like rook would even forget about confessing to you at some point, he shows his love for you every single day, you just don't notice it or think too much of it. like he compliments you all the time, tries to spend as much time with you as he can and then.. oh. he actually has to confess to you. you don't know that he's in love with you yet. okay, he'll confess his feelings right now then!~

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epel felmier.

WHITE: "what does he like the most about his s/o? which trait he finds the most beautiful?"

epel is so grateful to you for not judging him, accepting him and supporting him no matter what. you always tell him that you love him for who he is, but if he really wants to become "more masculine", you'll be by his side and you believe that he can achieve his dream. you're like his personal cheerleader!

TEAL: "what's this character's type? what kind of person would be a perfect partner for him?"

again, someone very supportive and understanding. someone who won't make fun of him and someone who won't underestimate him because of his looks. epel just really wants a s/o who knows that there's more to him than that soft and gentle side he shows to everyone and who will love that other side of him as well.

MAGENTA: "how does this character realize he's in love?"

epel would need help figuring out his feelings for you. he doesn't have that much experience with romance, so all of this is new to him. epel would think that he just really likes you as a friend, but.. why does he feel so weird when you're around? and when epel finally does realize that he's in love with you, he would try to deny it and say that it's not that serious. BUT IT IS. ADMIT IT, APPLE BOY.

PINK: "how does this character confess to his crush? is it easy for him or he needs a lot of time?"

he's a bit scared of confessing to you, even though he would never admit it. he really wants to look and sound confident when he does it, he wants to impress you, but also.. his fear of being rejected is strong. what if you think he's stupid for hoping that you like him back? he probably will come up with a plan for this, but will end up accidentally confessing his feelings while hanging out with you.

[falcqns]

𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬: 𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐲

✰ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Chris Evans x younger!mute!Reader

✰ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Sometimes Chris isn't the best at helping you experience a childhood.

✰ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: age gap, furby, crying, trauma response, reader gets violent with chris but it's because of trauma, Lisa Evans being a great mom, mentions of sexual assault, mentions of CPS and foster care, kind of weird comment from chris at the end (he says he would have taken her in as a foster child if he could go back in time) but not too weird i hope??

✰ 𝐚/𝐧: tagging @natashasera

don't forget to read and reblog, and i do not give permission for my works to be posted anywhere other than tumblr. thank you.

Chris chewed on his lip as he looked at the toy in front of him. While he wasn't young enough to play with Furby's when they came out, his younger sister had one, and he may or may not have been a little jealous of Shanna who had the stuffed robotic animal.

"Bubba!" Chris called out for you, as he was putting the groceries away. he smiled, hearing your feet running against the floor upstairs where you had been doing homework.

you ran up to him, and wrapped your arms around him giggling when he kissed your head. "how was dance?" he asked, seeing your hair still pinned back from your ballet class.

'good,' you signed, giggling again as he kissed your cheeks.

"that's good." he said, reaching behind him for the toy. "i got you something at the store," he explained and showed you the Furby in the box.

your head tilted in confusion when you saw the toy, but Chris filled in the blanks for you.

"it's an interactive toy that makes noises and moves," he said. "Shanna had one when we were younger, and I thought you'd like it," he reasoned. "here, let's go set him up." Chris said, pulling you over to the table.

you kneeled on the bench and watched as Chris opened the box and putting the batteries in. you leaned on the table, trying to get a closer peek of your new toy, when it started talking.

your body jumped into fight or flight, and you fell off of the bench backwards, whimpering. Chris's head shot up from where he was turning the animal on. the Furby continued to talk, and you pushed your self back from the table on your bum, a sob mixed with a scream ripping from your throat.

Chris shot up from the table, and rushed towards you, not realizing the toy was still in his hand. he tried to lift you up like he normally did when you were upset, but you scream-sobbed again, and pushed him away.

"what happened?" he asked, not knowing what triggered you, or why you were freaking out so badly. your previous 'meltdowns', you would just shut down, curl into a ball, and cry quietly. you never screamed, and you've never pushed him away. "what do you need me to do?" he asked, expecting you to gesture or to sign, but you just kept crying loudly.

Chris got closer, and tried again to lift you up, and managed to get a grip on you, when you started hitting and kicking him. he looked at you, wildly confused, but released you.

however, you didn't move, and gripped his right arm, the one holding the furby. you dug your nails into his arm, pushing it away and hitting his chest with your other hand.

Chris looked at his hand to see why you were pushing it away, and realized he was still holding the Furby. he then realized that the toy was what was causing your trauma response and he dropped it.

as soon as he dropped it from his hand, you stopped hitting him and released his arm, letting Chris wrap his arms around you. you let yourself be rocked back and forth as you continued to practically scream.

then, you spotted the offending toy on the floor, and started thrashing in Chris's grip, fighting to get your arm free.

"shhh," Chris tried to soothe, but you continued to thrash until your arm was out. you reached for the toy and picked it up, before raising your arm and going to throw it across the room.

"HEY!" Chris shouted, ripping it from your hand. "we don't throw things in the house!" he tried to say firmly, but it was clear that you weren't hearing any of it as you tried to rip it out of his hands. you managed to get it free, and threw it in the direction of the hallway, where it landed with a bang, the bottom popping off, and the batteries rolling out.

"enough," Chris said as you tried to pull up his shirt and climb under it. "no." he said firmly, removing his shirt from your grip. "stop." he said more firmly as you started pushing and hitting his chest trying to get away.

you screamed again, and Chris released you. you stood up, and took off through the door to the kitchen. Chris scrambled to his feet as you ran through the kitchen, and into the rest of the house, disappearing somewhere.

Chris sighed, running a hand through his hair, and down his face. you'd never freaked out that badly before, and you'd never, ever been violent. things had set you off before, but you'd never thrown things like that, and that scared him.

he walked into the hallway and picked up the now broken toy and the batteries before Dodger could get a hold of them, and stopped in the kitchen ti throw it in the garbage before going to find you.

he searched through the downstairs first. he checked the living room and his office, the laundry room, mud room, and the garage, but you weren't there. he then checked all the closets and bathrooms downstairs, but you weren't there either.

he glanced in the backyard briefly, but you never went out there alone, as you had a weird fear of the woods. he headed up the stairs, and poked his head in all the rooms, but didn't see you.

he sighed, concluding you were in your shared bedroom. he stopped in front of the door, and took a moment to himself to ensure that he was in the correct headspace and had the right tone for talking to you. you were very sensitive after a breakdown that bad, and he wanted to minimalize how much you'd cry.

"sweet girl?" he asked quietly, looking to see where you'd hidden yourself. you weren't under the covers or in the closet, you weren't under your desk or in the bathroom.

he felt panic grow in his chest, but he ignored it, knowing you had to be here somewhere. Nora and Faye were still in their bassinet beside the bed, so he knew you didn't leave the house. he exited the room, and decided to check the house again.

Chris tried to regulate his breathing as he dialled his mom's number.

it was almost 2 hours later, and he hadn't found you. you weren't anywhere in his house, and he was beginning to freak out. he thought that because your dolls were still here, that you didn't leave, but when the realization that you most likely didn't think about taking your babies in your terror and need to escape hit him.

as soon as it did, he lost it. he'd thought you were gone, wandering down the highway, and the thought of you being alone while not in the right headspace, and while still healing from your past. he'd grabbed his phone, and dialled his moms number.

she answered on the third ring, her cheery, loving and warm voice on the other end of the line soothing him slightly.

"hey baby, whats up?" she said, and Chris swallowed the lump in his throat, blinking away the tears in his eyes.

"M-Ma," he stuttered. "she's gone-e."

he heard Lisa drop something on the other end of the phone before she spoke.

"who's gone?' she asked, worried. "who's gone, Chris? what are you talking about?"

"Y-Y/N," Chris cried, unable to hold back the tears any longer. "sh-she's gone. she's not in th-the house."

he listened as his mom started walking, and heard the sound of her keys rattling. "okay." she said, worry laced in her voice. "okay, i'm on my way. talk me through what happened." she said, the front door closing behind her.

"i-i got her a n-new toy, a Furby. l-like the one Shanna used to h-have?" he stuttered, pacing around the kitchen. "i-i was setting it up when-n something about the toy triggered her, and sh-she was having-g a meltdown. i-i-i tried to comfort her but she kept h-hitting me and kicking until i dro-pped it, and then she threw-w it across-s the room, breaking it-t. she t-took off after that and i haven't been able to f-find her-r." he cried as he heard his mom's car speeding down the street to his house.

"okay, i understand. i know you're scared, but i need you to try and calm down, okay? remember how we said that her seeing you so upset when she's upset can be good, but it can also be bad?" she said, and Chris nodded.

"y-yeah."

"good. can you tell me why?"

"b-because while it will help her-r un-derstand her em-motions and know-w that it's-s okay, it c-can make her-r feel g-guilty," Chris recited, having said it to himself and to his mom multiple times. your therapist had explained to him that while crying in front of you was good, and would let you know it was okay to express and feel your emotions, i could also cause harm due to the extreme gaslighting that ocurred in your childhood.

"good job." Lisa praised. "okay, i'm going to hang up now, i'm here." she said and Chris nodded again.

"o-okay," he said, and turned his phone off when the line went dead. he heard the front door open, and his mom came running through the house.

she came running up to Chris, and wrapped her arms around him. "shhhh," she soothed, letting her son cry into her shirt. "she's okay, we'll find her. she's here somewhere, she's just a good little hider."

Lisa pulled back, and cupped Chris's cheeks. "sit down, and take a few minutes to calm down, okay?" she said. "i'll go look for her. it's going to be okay, okay?" Chris just nodded again, and sat down on the couch as his mom exited the living room, peaking her head in each room, but not seeing or hearing you.

she made her way up the stairs, listening intently for you. a smile broke out on her face when she saw Dodger curled up outside yours and Chris's bedroom.

"oh, i love that boy." she said to herself, shaking her head with a laugh. "he's so sweet but so blind," she said as she opened the door. she stood in the doorway for a moment, listening intently.

she smiled again when she heard something move, and a sniffle come from under the bed.

Lisa approached the bed, and kneeled beside it, peeking underneath.

"hey baby," she whispered, seeing you curled up in the smallest ball you could, silently crying. "there you are,"

you opened your eyes when you heard her voice, and she cooed when she saw your chin wobble. she sat down, her back resting against the bedside table. she reached her hand underneath the bed, offering it to you. "come here," she whispered. "let Ma give you a hug."

you moved after a moment, and crawled out of under the bed. Lisa grabbed onto your hand, and helped you crawl closer to her, small whimpers escaping your mouth as you cuddled into Lisa.

she started rocking you back and forth, one of her hands rubbing your back. she heard you start crying again, and soothed you.

"shhh," she whispered. "it's okay. you're okay." you lifted your hand, and signed 'sorry', which made Lisa shake her head.

"no, sweetheart. you have nothing to apologize for. you had a horrific childhood, and somethings upset you, and that's okay." you nodded, your hand rubbing your eyes.

"Dodger," Lisa called out, and the dog came running up, sitting down in front of her, tilting his head to the left. "go get your dad," she said, and Dodger took off, bounding down the stairs. she heard him bark a few times, and take off again, this time running back to her.

he bounded in the room, and skidded to a stop, sitting down next to you and Lisa, licking your cheek. Lisa scratched his head, making the puppy smile big.

"good boy," she said as Chris entered the room.

as soon as Chris's eyes landed on you, he sighed a breath of relief, and kneeled in front of the two of you. "w-where was she?" Chris asked, as Lisa sat up, helping transfer you over to Chris.

"Chris, honey, you've gotta check under things as well." she said, amused. "i've only been saying it your whole life."

Chris sniffled as you cuddled up into his embrace, your eyes fluttering closed. "i-i don't even know why it set her off." Chris said.

"did you tell her it talked?" Lisa asked, still petting Dodger.

Chris thought back to when he explained what the Furby did. he squeezed his eyes shut. "fuck." he said. "no, i didn't. i said it makes noises and moves."

Lisa nodded. "okay." she said. "she was probably startled when it started talking to her. but that doesn't explain the violence and the running away," Lisa thought out loud, and Chris opened his eyes.

he looked down at you before speaking. "can you get her CPS file? it's in my office on my desk." he said, and Lisa nodded, before getting up and going to retrieve it.

while she was gone, Chris pressed kisses to your head. "'m so sorry, babygirl." he said. "i-i didn't even think to check your file," he said, as his mom came back in the room, the file in hand.

Chris took it from his mom with a thanks, and began to flip through it, with Lisa looking over his shoulder. Chris groaned when he found what he was looking for.

"i'm a fucking idiot." he said, passing the file to his mom.

Lisa looked down, and read what Chris pointed to.

'...small camera was found in her room, and it was revealed that the male adult in the home [redacted] was watching her through the camera hidden in the animal, and would speak to her using the microphone. suspected sexual abuse.'

"oh my god." Lisa stuttered, pushing the file away from her, and scooted closer to you, placing a hand on your head, kissing your forehead. "you poor girl," she whispered.

"i should have known." Chris said, a tear falling down his cheek. "i've read her file a thousand times, and i should have known that it would set her off-" Chris started to ramble, but Lisa cut him off.

"no, don't do that to yourself." Lisa said, looking up at her son. "it was an accident, and now we know the cause, and we know how to avoid it in the future. she'll be okay now." Lisa said, and Chris released a shaky breath.

"i hate that she went through that." Chris said, his voice shaky. "she was relocated to boston a few years after being taken by CPS." he said. "if i could go back in time, i'd take her in myself so she wouldn't have had to go through that. she was just a child."

[maybenotmei]

gifts!

ft. hina, yoimiya, and rui

sorry, no crk for this batch (since i didnt know who to write for)! again i'm very new to pjsekai so sorry if rui's kinda ooc!

prompt: they get/made you something because it reminded them of you.

hina hikawa:

i don't think hina understands appropriate timings for giving gifts, since if she saw something you'd like she'd definitely get it if she could. sometimes out of nowhere in class she'd probably give you said gift, but you don't mind

it's not common to get a material gift from hina — usually she'd just take you out to wherever she discovered because she thinks you'd like it (and also because it reminds her of you

even with all the random gifts at random times, there are days treasured in your heart.

valentines day was right around the corner, and hina didn't know what to get you. she set out on a mission (with aya...? i'd think she'd just encounter her at the mall and go "hey! lets go find gifts together!) to find something for you

she saw matching necklaces by the store, and luckily both her constellation and yours were in stock.

"aya-chan, should i get this one?"

"oh, that looks really nice! you should... it's not too pricey either!"

and when the day rolled around, she immediately went to your class and grabbed your hand. she placed a neatly-wrapped box with a blue bow and told you to open it. you opened it to see a necklace with your constellation on it.

"i saw it with aya-chan and i thought of buying it for you! i have one of mine too!"

even if she had never directly said it, she loves you very much.

(bonus: you brought her a box of chocolates, and she ends up keeping the box after finishing them all. she's unsure why she did that though.)

yoimiya:

do you think she'd make a specific firework all for you? she would, wouldn't she?

every time a fireworks display happened (and hosted by naganohara fireworks) she'd take you to her best view site, and would always point to the firework she made specifically for you

(it's heart-shaped, if you were wondering.)

the day you two got together, she wrote down a piece of paper as she does with all of her clients, and told you to give it to her every time a festival rolled around.

your favorite time was during a summer festival, where both of you walked around and enjoyed the food.

on that same day, under the fireworks she had made, she placed a box on the palm of your hand. it opened to a necklace that matched her collar— hers was a butterfly, and yours was a flower.

"i wanted to get you this for a long time ever since i saw it— it reminded me of you."

this day of the summer festival has and always will be your most cherished memory.

kamishiro rui

if you showed something of interest that includes something mechanical or robotic, he might buy two— one for you, and one for him to figure out how it works.

he knows how to manage his budget— only on days when he has some extra cash to use he'll buy it for you.

material gifts aren't the only thing he gives— he dedicates some shows to you. pretty sure the rest of WxS knows about that, since you've said something about this book or this show being your favorite and such

as much as you loved every gesture, there was this one time you'd never forget.

a special play happened around the time of your birthday— wherein you were the narrator instead of rui. he was surprisingly one of the actors in it too

and for one of the acts, during the show, he walked around the audience and stopped by you in the front seat, offering a box while reciting a romantic line before walking up stage.

you had to keep your composure...

at the end of the play, you opened the box to see something you've had your eyes on— and you looked back on stage to see a grin on rui's face.

it's a play you'll never forget.

[eveenstar]

𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝑮𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒔 [𝑨 𝑳𝒐𝒌𝒊 𝑳𝒂𝒖𝒇𝒆𝒚𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏]

||➸𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈: 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐧𝐞||

Tags/Warnings: Mentions of death, angst, sadness, (Y/N) going a bit insane, a bit of spoilers but not much, happens three years after Infinity War. Also fem!reader, so it's easier for me to write, sorry guys!

Summary: It's been three years since Loki died, and two years since you isolated yourself from the outside. On a particular routine day, you receive a call from Natasha asking you to come by the Avengers Tower.

Note: First chapter of my new fanfic series, "Saturn Gardens"! Pardon me for any English mistakes, as you may know, it's not my native language :) Hope you enjoy!

Your fingers calmly slip through the book pages you're reading. The faint light that escapes through the clouds and into your bedroom provides enough light to see what you're reading. Not that it matters anyhow, your mind is somewhere else. Somewhere distant, old and familiar. Somewhere you wished to be right now.

Your lips met the cold glass of wine you've been drinking for the past twenty minutes, and your gaze drifts to the large landscape in front of your eyes. The sizeable windows made it possible to see almost of all the meadow and the trees in the background, some people would contemplate this beautiful view, but you thought it felt lonely. Empty. Voidless.

A soft and pale mist had fallen upon the land due to it being early hours in the morning. No birds were singing, no animal was in sight, just you and the current book that lays in your hand. You'd grown to enjoy silence, but this silence was restless.

Sighing, you stood up from your white chair and placed the glass of wine on the table. Dressing your Indigo blue robe, you made your way to the kitchen. This would be the second time you'd leave your bedroom since you woke up, first one was to get wine. What would your mother say to you, if she saw the horrible state you were in?

"You look like a widow, for fuck's sake (Y/N)!"

That's because you are one, indeed. Or were you wrong? You and Loki never married, even though you'd spoken about it a few times. This house, this stupiditly huge and modern mansion, was all that was left for you. Tony Stark offered it to you and the trickster God, according to him as a "offer of good will and peace" but it was honestly because your previous home burned down and you didn't have the money for another one. Tony, as the rich friend of the group, decided to be a gentle soul and get it for you.

You opened your fridge, which used to be filled with all kinds of food, but now there's barely enough for dinner. Your stomach is empty, it craves for food, but your heart is too heavy to think about it. Your feet felt chilly on the black mosaic floor tiles, and it reminded you that you aren't wearing any socks. You glance down to your feet, your mind drifting off once again and you lose track of the time you spent staring down.

The black tiles are ice cold and hurt your feet, they decor the floor of all house, minus the bathroom; in which the floor's tiles are white instead of black. Sometimes you get tired of the colour pattern; Black and white.

In the walls, in the floors, in the roof...Sometimes it was too much, sometimes it was too little. Maybe you should repaint them. Maybe you shouldn't.

Loki complained about them sometimes, he said they should be green and golden. You had no idea if he was being serious at the time. He never was much for decor, he said he wanted you to decor it at your taste; he'd love anything you love.

He was always like that.

He was.

He is like that

"What should I eat today, love?" You whispered to no-one. Your eyes shifted to the kitchen's balcony and stared at the Narcissus flowers on the small plant vase. Narcissus flowers are native to Europe, Asia and North Africa, there's more than 100 species of the plant and they were one of Loki's gifts to you. They are some of the first to bloom in the early spring, announcing the end of winter, which you found incredibly cute in a way. They came from the Greek word "Narke", which meant numbness, and ironically how you felt right now.

They also symbolize rebirth and new beginnings. Was this the Universe sending you a message? Telling you that it's finally time to move on?

You dragged your feet to the couch and drowned yourself on the pillows. Everything felt cold, no matter how many lays of clothing you'd wear, it felt cold nevertheless. Maybe it was coming from inside you, the emptiness had consumed you to the point nothing warm would take that effect away.

Your phone rang, and rang, and rang. You grunted and covered your head with a pillow, hoping to muffle out the annoying sound. But it didn't seem to stop no matter how much you tried.

So you finally answered it.

"(Y/N)?"

Natasha.

"(Y/N)? Can you hear me?"

Yes. I'm still here.

"(Y/N), could you please come by the Avengers tower? We need to talk, it's important."

Why?

"Please, " She pleaded, "Come meet me."

You looked at your phone for a while once silence remained. It seems neither you or Natasha knew what to say to each other. The silence remained for a long while that you even had doubts if she was still on the call.

"Do you want me to order something to your house? Are you in need of anything, (Y/N)?"

Yes.

"Do you know who you are?"

Yes.

"Do you know where you are?"

Yes.

"Do you want to keep living this way?"

A sudden sound woke you from your thoughts and startled you. Your eyes scammed the living room and saw there was no sign of threat, then you took a glimpse of your phone's screen.

Natasha - Call ended 10 minutes ago

Great, you were hearing voices now. How quite. She did asked you to go by the Avengers Tower, didn't she? Maybe you should go. It's been almost three years since Loki died, and two years since you closed yourself from everyone and everything. It's been a while since you've stepped foot outside your house or your lands.

Again, you dragged your feet relutanctly to your bedroom and stared at the mirror. The reflection of yourself was sad, to say the least. How did you break down so easily? How did you allow yourself to break this way?

"Do you think I should go, Loki?" You asked in a whisper while staring at a empty spot of the room. Silence.

"You're right." A tiny smile formed on your lips, "As always."

Your body always worked in autopilot. Even if your mind was somewhere else, your body took a shower and grabbed the first outfit in hand. Your hands were cold, once in contact with your skin.

Wet and cold like an abandoned dog in a rainy street.

You frowned slightly at the thought and realized you were dressed, heavens know for how long. Did your mind wander off again? Great. It has been like this a long while, no matter how many pills or medication you took, you began to forget things. Names. Places. Memories. It's like your body wasn't your own anymore, just a robot moving in autopilot. You wrote down notes about your favourite memories with Loki, as you didn't want to forget them. You missed his (surprisingly) warm hands, his deep grey eyes, or his charming smile. You missed running your hands through his hair while you both layed in front of the fireplace, books in hand.

You grabbed a framed picture of the Avengers together and noticed a strange detail. Your face was blurred out. You blinked once and twice, but it didn't go away. Was it always like this? Maybe it was and you forgot. Maybe a photo error, or it's simply dirty. Just that.

Placing the picture down, you stared again at a empty spot of the bedroom, "I'll be back soon, my love."

Your steps felt heavy on the floor, like no matter how much you'd walk, the exit door seemed to be distancing itself. By the time your hands grabbed the door knob, you were out of breath. I-just-ran-a-marathon out of breath.

The wind outside was refreshing, in a way. It felt different, lighter even. You closed your eyes to feel the breeze blow through you, just for a single moment. Then you heard a bird sing, just on top of the tree in front of your house. You weakly smiled and waved at it, then you entered your car.

The trip to the Avengers Tower was quiet and peacefully calm. Leaving your house, you didn't notice the dark silhouette standing on the living room's window, watching you from afar or the strange amount of ravens taking shelther in the same tree of the singing bird.

[stories-mostly]

Starks Bug

Tony Stark x son!reader

I did not expect the amount of notes the first chapter had gotten so I hope y'all will enjoy this one just as much.

Word count: 2252

Chapter 2

The first month with you was more draining than Tony had expected. He not only had to be there for you 24/7 but also needed to work, work on his projects, go to meetings, run stark industries simultaneously. He had a lot on his back. He had already made a small baby play pen in his office, though you didn't interact with much yet.

But you smiled on a regular basis now and held your head up for longer and longer periods of time whenever you were rolled onto your stomach.

You also stared at him whenever he fed, held or was close to you. Before now he did not realize that baby's can hold such intense eye contact.

Today Uncle Rhodey finally had time to come over and actually meet his nephew. Up until now he had only seen pictures of you that Tony had sent him.

You had just woken up from one of your many naps as Rhodey walked in.

"Look who decided to visit (y/n)." Tony said as he turned you into the direction Rhodey was coming from.

"Oh my god, he's so small!" Rhodes exclaimed as he put the bags in his hands down before coming over.

He took one of your small hands and shook it gently.

"Hi, nice to meet you. I've heard so much about you!" Rhodey gushed in a high pitched voice as you gave him your intense eye contact.

"You're turning into a softie, huh?" Tony joked and handed you to Rhodey who carefully took hold of your tiny body.

"Do you wanna feed him?" Tony asked as he tested the temperature of the bottle.

"Yes!"

They walked over to the couch and Tony showed him how to properly support you while you got your milk.

"He really likes staring at people." Rhodey chuckled as you continued to stare holes in his head.

Tony nodded.

"Apparently that's what one month olds do. They stare at faces."

Rhodey stayed for a while and before he left, he handed Tony the bags full of gifts for you. He was determined to become your favourite from early on.

Shortly after you turned two months the media had finally found out about you. Tony didn't know who gave it away but wasn't pleased with the situation either way.

But the good thing was that he didn't need to be too cautious with you anymore. He could just take you outside like a normal parent.

Obie organized a press conference where your dad could clear things up. You were in a side room with Obie and Happy while the conference was being held. Tony didn't trust a lot of people with you.

You gurred at Happy as he held your favourite plushie in front of your face. It was a small stingray Rhodey had gifted you on his first visit. You tried to grab it but your coordination wasn't the best. Happy played with you until the conference was over while Obie stood next to him watching you. He also seemed to have a weak spot for you. Let's be honest, who doesn't. You're a cute baby that makes gurgling noises at everyone he sees. You were bound to melt some hearts.

After your existence has been made public Tony agreed, after a lot of debate, to one photoshoot for the public to use. He didn't want you to grow up in the public eye.

At three months you started to interact more with your surroundings. You especially liked to get excited whenever your dad would look into your crib in the early mornings after you woke up.

You smiled and even sometimes laughed at people's antics when they saw you. You also grew more "Talk active" making sounds every chance you got. You really lit up Tonys face even after an exhausting day.

At four months you were starting to try very hard to get from one place to another, you tried pushing yourself up with your arms while kicking with your legs. You were also very close to rolling over on your own.

Tony was very anxious that you'd start crawling soon so he made sure to get ahead of you and baby proof every nook and cranny in the house. He also decided which room should become yours and converted it into your playroom.

At five months you started to play on your own. "Play" meaning sticking your feet or hand into your mouth and giggling about it. Tony found that amusing as well and had Jarvis record every second of it. As if he wasn't recording you since your first day home.

You had also started to accidentally hit yourself with things you held. Much to Tony's dismay. But hey, as long as you kept smiling at his antics he knew everything was alright with you.

At six months Tony was tempted to throw a giant party but he doubted that you'd appreciate that. You were beginning to love attention, and started eating solid food. You also rolled over like a champion.

"Hey (Y/n) guess what day it is." Tony asked before sitting down next to the spot you were laying at.

"That's right it's Christmas! You're so smart. Merry Christmas sweetheart. I hope you will forget this one because as you can see I have done zero decorating." He said before handing you a small Robot stuffie which you eagerly took and placed into your mouth. As you do when you're a baby.

He propped you up between his legs before continuing to open up presents, other people had sent for you and for him. But mostly for you.

"Look its one of those things you can chew on. And you can cool it. This'll come in handy since you already started with your teeth." Tony said and poked your cheek. He handed you the ring with a fluid inside but you didn't want it.

"Well thanks anyway Uncle Happy." Tony said as he grabbed the next one.

"This one's from Obie." He stated before ripping the paper and opening the box.

"Ohhhhh, that's a little Jumper for you! You see this? Here it says "Little mechanic". We don't know about that yet do we?" Tony said talking to you as if you were able to answer. He kissed the top of your head and put the jumper aside.

"And last but not least uncle Rhodeys gift. Let's see what it is." You helped pulling out the paper from the bag but stuck it in your mouth straight after getting your tiny hands on it.

"Oh my god. Look at this. It's a little military uniform. You can be just like your uncle." Tony chuckled. "God this is adorable."

After taking some pictures with the gifts and sending them to each person your first Christmas was over. It wasn't anything too special but Tony would carry it in his heart forever.

And honestly you were adorable in the small military uniform that matched Rhodeys

With seven months you started to "Talk" with Tony whenever he would say something you'd babble back and that's how Tony started to regularly make smalltalk with a baby.

"What do you wanna do today? Wanna go see uncle Happy?"

"Argh pfffb mampa"

"Oh really? I always thought he likes you better but when you say it like that."

"OuuuOhh!"

"Oh now don't get sassy with me young man. You said it yourself. He likes me better."

"Ampammam mam."

"Nope no take backs. You said what you said."

Things like these were becoming regular these days. But you had a surprise up your sleeve.

"Dahnda"

"Did you just say Dada? Come on say it again say: Dada."

"Dahdah." You spat out with great effort.

"oh my goodness, you said your first word! And it was Dada! Your such a smart boy! So smart!" While Tony was fawning over your first word. You were kicking your legs with happiness at his tone of voice.

There were tears forming in the corner of Tony's eyes. "I love you so much, bug!"

The next month's leading up to your first birthday you were getting increasingly more mobile. In only two months you had learned how to crawl like a child athlete. You had also started to pull yourself up on furniture making your dad put everything a few shelves higher.

Once you were old enough you even helped him clean up your toys. You grew excited whenever people came into your house and greeted them yourself by clawing yourself up on their legs to stand beside them.

You also started trying to say their names. Rhodey became "RrOoh" with a gurrgled R and occasionally "Oohdi", Obadiah became "Oohppa" and Happy was by far the closest to getting called by his name, his was "Apy".

At 11 months you were finally able to stand alone for a few seconds and walked as long as you were holding onto something. Much to the delight of everyone. You also started to connect words with things more and more, showed your needs more openly and started to play better with other people. You also liked ripping papers apart as Tony had to find out after leaving important documents unattended within your reach.

You explored more too. Every time you were at your dad's office you'd crawl into the smallest spots and looked into any hole or drawer you could open.

And at your first birthday? There was a small party in Stark industries since your birthday corresponded with the opening of the internal daycare for the children of employees. Tony had thought of it ever since he had to take you with him into his office or lab and work while also keeping an eye on you.

You loved to play with all the toys and the different kids.

Tony was pleased with the job he had done so far. You didn't get injured or sick often, had age appropriate social skills and developed at a normal if not higher rate than any other baby. A few selected reporters were also there as it was good publicity.

Tony was just showing them the napping room for the smaller children when a cry interrupted his speech. It was obvious that it was you who was crying.

"Would you excuse me for a second." Tony said to the reporters as he left to get you. You were laying in the middle of the playroom crying. "DADAAAAA!" You were calling out. Tony swooped you up and bounced you on his hip.

"What's wrong, sweetheart? You were fine a second ago."

You just placed your arms around his neck and slowly let that stifle your sobs.

"Was it too much? I'm sorry I won't leave without telling you again."

Once you were calmed he wiped your tears and gave your cheek a kiss.

"You wanna help Dada show these people around? You wanna come with me?"

He asked and you just hugged him again. Tony continued the tour through the daycare with you on his hip.

"Sorry about that, he just got a bit overwhelmed with all these new people here and me out of sight. (Y/n) can you wave at them? Wave hello." You shyly obligated and a few reporters waved back.

"Anyway, as I was saying before. With this we hope to..." And with that Tony was back in business mode.

You on the other hand were bored just being carried. You took his sunglasses and fiddled with them until you grew bored and put them in your mouth. Your father never once broke his speech.

You fiddled with his clothes after discarding of the glasses. The buttons under his tie interested you most. You were trying to get them off to put them in your mouth and when that didn't work you brought your mouth to them. Tony once again softly pushed you away and pulled out the ring to bite on that Happy had gotten you for Christmas, from his chest pocket. You happily nibbled on that for the rest of the tour.

One reporter even asked you a question shortly before they were about to leave.

"Can you say Dada?" the man had asked.

"Dada." you answered. You were officially a pro. This would go down as your first interview.

After everything was over, you waved everyone goodbye, and went home. Happy brought all your birthday gifts along.

You had gotten a ton of gifts from the other parents attending. It was only small gifts but they did stack up.

After you had fallen asleep on the couch Tony couldn't help but get nostalgic. It's already been a year since you came into his life and so much had changed because of you. Meetings in other states or countries had to be planned out completely before he could go, he had barely attended any parties since your birth and hooking up? With a little one around? Impossible. He had so much less time to work, you needed so much care and attention, he slept more than ever, and ate more regularly too. Drinking? That happened less now too. You were truly a gift, you helped him realize how much he didn't like to feel anything but pure bliss. But with you around he needed to make himself emotionally available if he wanted to be a good father.

You were tiny a year ago but from day one you left a huge impact in Tony's heart and that would only continue to grow with time.

Not that he'll ever admit it but ever since you came into his life, he became the happiest he was in a long time. He cried so many times the past year. Out of joy, sadness and being overwhelmed with so many different emotions for you. All your firsts were forever remembered even if all the videos and pictures would disappear. Because they were forever burned into his memories.

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The Matrix Resurrections – Official Trailer 1

And I'm sure Neo is in a different level of matrix then Corky's people are

Zues Hera

What does that mean

Cork

It means that they transplant your brains in mass and that you don't have much information so they don't try and seek it too strongly and that because you're a different category level of Satanist that they probably separate you entirely into a different bunker and it's because of what information you'd be after and the fact that they might not want to double you up with them because the data is so valuable to them by comparison in other words there seeking the program that you wrote and they're seeking where it is and where all the items are that he made because of much control the worl

Zues Hera

So you're telling me as they put me in some kind of barrio like they usually put me but in The matrix so not only do I get the barrio here but if they grab us we go in the barrio down there

Cork

That's true corky and I want to say something that might be reality and it might not be in the silicon valley area they have a place that's like a barrio compared to the valley but really it's more like LA to San Fran because outside of silicon valley it's more like him showdown in la is more like the barrio so you can think of Australia because I don't know Australia and sit down and try and think where is that kind of relationship get the high tech the highest tech on the countering and all the stuff because you and yours who are being abused by man could possibly be the cure by finding yourselves and I believe would be separate so the security is not as stiff and the illusions not as strong and the cover is not as strong

Zues Hera

Whoa this is unique you may have found an entrance and the reason we'd be separate is that the data doesn't jumbled and we understand that

Cork

These are things I need to know what he's smart about is the computer and Max and the organization and those two are as well this might work out and since there's tons of clones of me and they're not in the same facility but they're possibly on Titan and that might be a place to look and not send Mac himself and seem to the movie doing it

Neo

They called Neo Leo because his name is near Earth object in other words he has a cybernetic brain and his body is controlling while in a high-tech facility and they bounced the signal around but truthfully Cork and others they can't bounce it around more than bare minimum for speed those are beating out into space it's my guess and then they beep it over and then they beat it down to where he is and that's it other than that there's still a real way to do it and why would they do that they want to blame him and my invisible clan. And they say the songs and so forth corky copies it was kind of ridiculous it's just one guy and all this countering stuff and all these ships and all this code breakers and all this sensing it's like one guy and several computer programs they're kind of nuts. So the hunt begins and this is real and it's extremely important because if you're working something with your remote control if you don't care what happens to the person doing it like nights in White satin

Zues Hera

They considered me to be a hero because I am not doing it didn't create the stuff and I am having you expose it supposedly I say is he didn't make it for them they took it and he's in a lot of trouble she's trying to expose them it's like talking to a wall I think we had a break through this morning because of Corky's joke and his sometimes Amenable person that personality

Or friendly

Just stin

Sometimes you stink Mr A but today we see why this is amazing I'm starting to get all sorts of assistance. They heard what you did and how you did it and it was those chemicals and we need to find out where they are and how they're getting them there and what ships and so forth will have a beat on it cuz it means we're really not controlling anything.

Corky

When I say is you should ask billions because they probably have a general idea where it's coming from and how big that area is and how big of a problem could be in other words sir not going to house your people who they turned into robots on the field that we have them running them but the worst nightmare is for your leaders who mac captures I'm stick in the machine just like your neo it has you run around and then occasionally turns you off and ruins your stuff but mostly follows you because you are sitting signals all the time and you're unconscious on the island in a dream state you're ruining your stuff I told him there and you don't have control over you and you don't understand they're following you around easily because your brain is cybernetic

Zues Hera

Forget the concept but now we understand something it's fear that you want to use and we should use it because that's gosh darn scary someone is taking our bodies put us in the stream state and has this walking around moving our lives fighting people staying out of trouble and eating three meals a day or more and going and doing regular things we do and not even knowing it that was really somewhere else is a nightmare it's like an out-of-body experience so I was trying to figure out something we can tell people about it that using RC and I think we're going to have to because that's a nightmare and the way to explain it it's a nightmare we'll start to realize we're not doing that people and he is and you might be doing to a lot of people they were starting to realize something if you got like 80% of the people here and he just turn switch and it all turn off or worse y'all become agent Smith just like you see in the video after Neo

He looks at me and says oh that's why you're a pain I can be surround by you and you'd really be back control by Max every one of you

So I say this that's a pretty dipping deep and Rich nightmare because we might take you to Australia and after the last few minutes we wouldn't have control over ourselves it would be right there and deliver you from us he's trying it the whole time caa when we were in office

I'm boged out I'm going home I'm sick

Cork