#why did they bot ask them for more cheese?

[savvymantis]

Thank you for feeding my Transformers Rescue Bot obsession, take this (gives you a handful of shiny pebbles) 

Anyway I’d like to make a request please! How would Heatwave and Chase (separately) react to a human s/o whose love language, when they’re comfortable in the relationship, is playfully teasing?? 

Like they’re call Heatwave things like “hot” cuz he’s a fire truck with a stupid smug grin on their face, or “big bot/big man” just cuz it gets a rise out of him, maybe even “Mister Leader” if they’re feeling particularly bold 

Or with Chase when they’re doing something silly to get his attention they’ll be all like “What you gonna do? Arrest me” all playful like, and they’ll say stuff like “Sir yes sir/hello mister officer!~” 

And what’s worse, whenever Heatwave of Chase call them out they just bat their eyelashes all innocently pretending they have no idea what they’re talking about

(I wasn’t too sure what kind of things a human s/o could say to tease Boulder and Blades so I didn’t include them in this. Hope you’re having a nice day/night!)

Sweet Cheese

Heatwave:

The moment you come waltzing up to him, arms behind your back and smile sly, Heatwave heaves a heavy sigh. Your hair ruffles in the warm air he vents, which only adds to the mischievous aura you hold.

"What?" Heatwave asks before you can start some long-winded intro to your jestering.

"Don't be like that, big guy." You coo, draping yourself against his leg. The feel of your warm skin both soothes his spark and sends it flaring in his chassis. "Can't a human walk up to a tall, handsome bot and tell him how hot he is?"

Heatwave sputters, caught halfway between a laugh and a choked noise of shock. "Oh, knock it off."

"What?" You ask, all faux innocence that sends his engine revving. Heatwave reaches for you, but you step out of his range, making your eyes all big. "I'm not wrong. You're one tall drink of water, Leader."

Heatwave snatches you off the ground. You cry out, joy and mirth tangling together as the bot growls into your chest, metal warm to the touch and dusted with the blue glow of an energon blush. You're gonna get it later, alone in his hab, but for now you savor his flustered reactions, even if they're buried beneath a layer of gruff.

Chase:

"Hello, officer." You call, waving at Chase from across the bunker. He approaches you swiftly, his spark warm despite his mild confusion.

"You need not address me with my title." Chase tells you, though you just laugh. It's a nice sound, even if he's not sure what you find funny. "As your conjunx to be, I hope you feel relaxed enough to just use my designation instead of my rank."

Oh, he's too cute.

"If I don't?" You question. Chase's head cocks to the side. "If I keep calling you officer, will you arrest me?"

Chase frowns. "There is no law that says you may not call an enforcer of the law 'officer.'" He pauses, and his frown turns into more of a pout. "Are you upset with me? I did not greet you with a kiss, is that why you refuse to say my name?"

"Aw," you coo, reaching for him and smooching his cheek when he automatically picks you up, "no, I'm not mad. Just was teasing you a bit."

"Teasing." Chase repeats, nuzzling into your affections. "Hm. I suppose. . . I do not mind being called officer, if it's you and you are not upset."

"I say it with all the love in my heart."

Chase finally smiles, optics scrunched, pleased. "Good. Because I say your designation with all the love in my spark."

[thollandsgirl2013]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐞: 𝐀 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐓𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → fluff, slow burn, awkward first date.

Summary → Peter shows up with flowers for your first date. It’s awkward, sweet, and real—ending in a movie night and your very first kiss.

Masterlist

You were nervous. Like... ridiculously nervous.

Not because you didn’t like Peter. You did. That was obvious to literally anyone who had eyes and ears. But this was your first actual date. Like, real date. You’d never done this before. And somehow, that felt more terrifying than facing finals with zero prep.

You heard the knock just after you’d checked your reflection for the seventh time. You bolted to the door, paused, inhaled like it was oxygen before an ocean dive, and opened it.

Peter stood there, shifting awkwardly from foot to foot, holding the smallest, most adorably awkward bouquet of slightly wilted daisies you’d ever seen.

“Hey,” he said, voice a little too loud. “I, uh… these are for you. I kinda grabbed them on the way. Sorry, they’re not—like, fancy, or anything. The flower guy gave me a discount because he said I looked ‘pathetic.’”

You took them, laughing as you stepped aside to let him in. “These are perfect. Very ‘Peter Parker’ of you.”

He scratched the back of his neck, clearly debating whether to be flattered or offended. “I think I’ll take that as a compliment?”

“You should,” you said, putting the flowers in a glass with water. “You ready to go?”

“Yeah.”

The walk to the little Italian place down the street was short. Barely five minutes. But those five minutes felt like a whole universe.

“So…” Peter started, “do you come here often?”

You looked at him sideways. “Did you seriously just drop a ‘do you come here often?’ line?”

He flushed. “Okay, yes, but in my defense, I panicked.”

You giggled, bumping your shoulder into his. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“Debatable,” he muttered, grinning at the ground.

The restaurant was cozy. Not fancy, not too loud. The kind of place that smelled like garlic bread and melted cheese and comfort.

You were seated at a little table for two by the window. The candle in the middle flickered between you like it was trying to play wingman.

“So,” you said, resting your chin on your hand, “you ever done this before?”

“What, a date?” Peter asked, fiddling with his napkin. “Kinda? But not really. Not like this.”

You tilted your head. “What’s ‘like this’ ?”

He looked up, eyes soft. “Like… wanting it to go perfectly.”

God. Was it legal to be that sweet?

You spent the dinner swapping embarrassing stories. Like the time Peter sneezed inside his Spider-Man mask and nearly webbed himself by accident. Or the time you walked into the wrong lecture and didn’t realize it until halfway through, wondering why macroeconomics suddenly involved frog anatomy.

At some point, your knees bumped under the table. Neither of you moved.

“Okay,” Peter said, licking sauce off his thumb, “this is probably gonna sound super cheesy, but… I’m really glad we’re doing this.”

“It’s not cheesy,” you said, smiling. “Well, it is. But in a good way. Mozzarella cheesy.”

He laughed so hard, the table shook.

On the walk back, your hands brushed once. Then again. And then he took a deep breath and just… held yours. His palm was warm and a little clammy, but it felt right. Like your fingers were puzzle pieces that had finally figured out where they belonged.

You stopped in front of your apartment building, still holding hands.

“So,” you said, voice a little hesitant. “Wanna come in? We could watch something. You know. Chill a bit.”

Peter blinked. “Yeah. Yeah, I’d love to.”

The living room was dimly lit, soft and quiet. You both kicked off your shoes, and you grabbed two glasses of soda and a bowl of popcorn that mostly consisted of unpopped kernels.

“Pick something,” you said, handing him the remote.

“Pressure,” he muttered. “What’s the vibe?”

“No horror. I want my sleep tonight.”

“Fair.”

He settled on an old animated movie, one you’d both grown up with. You curled up on the couch beside him, a cushion between you at first. But slowly, inevitably, the space closed. Your knees brushed. Your shoulders touched. And then, somehow, your head was on his shoulder.

You felt his breath hitch, just a little. “You comfy?” He asked.

“Mmhm,” you hummed. “You make a great pillow.”

He chuckled, turning his head slightly so his cheek rested against your hair. “You smell nice. Like… like cocoa and vanilla and coffee. And… you.”

“Wow,” you murmured. “That was weirdly poetic, Parker.”

He huffed a laugh, his thumb brushing lightly against your arm. “Guess you bring it out in me.”

The credits rolled, and you realized you hadn’t moved in over an hour.

You sat up slowly, blinking at him. “Hey, Peter?”

“Yeah?”

You swallowed. “Would it be okay if… if we kissed?”

Peter’s eyes widened slightly, surprised but not in a bad way. “I—yeah. I mean. Totally okay. Unless, you know, you’ve done this a million times and now you’re about to judge my technique.”

“I haven’t,” you admitted.

“Haven’t…?”

“Kissed anyone,” you said. “Like, ever. You’d be my first.”

Peter blinked, stunned. “Wait. Seriously?”

You nodded, suddenly very interested in the frayed hem of your sweater.

“Hey,” he said gently, tilting your chin up. “That’s not a bad thing. That’s actually—kind of amazing. I mean… that you chose me.”

You smiled nervously. “Guess I’m trusting you not to mess it up.”

He laughed, low and breathy. “I’ll try really hard not to.”

And then he kissed you.

It wasn’t rushed or perfect or movie-scene flawless. But it was soft. And warm. And honest. His lips moved slowly against yours, patient and sweet, like he was trying to memorize the shape of your mouth.

When you pulled away, your heart was hammering.

“So?” He whispered.

You grinned. “You didn’t mess it up.”

He bumped his nose against yours. “Whew. Dodged a bullet.”

You rested your head back on his shoulder, your fingers tangled with his.

And for the first time in a long time, everything felt still. Peaceful.

Like maybe Peter Parker had finally found a little quiet in the chaos.

And so had you.

‎∗ ࣪ ˖༺ 𓆩☆𓆪 ༻˖ ࣪ ∗

[zeondraws]

No clue if I am mentally prepared for swtd dlc because the wiki may explode on wednesday-

I shall ramble a bit about some rescue bots au shenanigans before bed (I realise I need to practise my writing some more), to feel less stressed

One idea I have is a scenario where everything seems normal, but at some point there is this weeird bird flying around. It's almost fully white and mimics various bird calls one can hear on Griffin Rock.

After bird spotters started to flood the island, some of the Burnses with Boulder go and investigate what is going on. Since many of these birders are going into Griffin Crest without permission.

Dani looks around the area and is utterly confused once she finds this injured bird that looks like Blades. But his head looks a bit different, which she finds odd. Boulder informs everyone to leave the area and they carry the bird back to the firehouse.

Blades has a bunch of different reactions that make you wonder if he is having an aneurysm of some sorts. This being is as big as a normal human being and chirps like a parrot for odd reasons. Kade came down to look at it but while he wasn't looking it ate his potato chips-

(Dani for scale) It's looking straight into your soul.

They let it live at the bunker with the bots for a few weeks, watching TV together or doing whacky shenanigans. Whenever boulder would present this tiny Blades with a new painting it would chirp frantically. Or watching Heatwave practising his martial arts, tho it notices when he's doing something wrong.

Doc Greene tries to figure out what this being is, who made it or where it came from. There isn't any logical explanation he can find and he ends up being more baffled than before. CeCe thinks it's a giant plush toy.

On some nights, when everyone is asleep, this bird "transforms" back to his normal bot mode. He seems to be looking for something, that he can't find. Often going out, through the city or into the forest. Some people see him, assuming Blades is just taking a walk, not questioning why he looks like a cartoon character.

One morning Cody comes down and sees another bird next to it! It looks like Heatwave? (Well the head with bird body) And they both chirp as if there is nothing weird going on. Of course Heatwave is extremely confused and you can't tell what expression he's making the first time he sees it. (Sometimes this bird even steals Kade's sandwiches, such evil being)

At one point High Tide calls in wondering, who made this bird version of himself. It doesn't sound like a parrot and more like a yapping Steppe Eagle, waddling around his ship like he owns it (so evil). While he isn't looking this bird actually starts talking and communicates with Servo. Blurr notices this, but no one else believes him for now.

Time passes and nobody could gather any info about these beings, however one faithful day these birds didn't play it safe. Bird Blades and Heatwave turn into their bot mode argueing about something, only to be discovered by the other bots.

"You tell them" he said while Heatwave looks at him flabbergasted. "What? What do I tell them?" squinting his eyes, because he doesn't wanna tell anything. This Heatwave looks like our Heatwave, unlike the other Blades who has a hard time explaining his appearance. (I'll add a -C behind their name now)

Some awkward moments later, this other Blades asks Heatwave to sparr with him. Confused he accepts thinking he can beat Blades-C easily. Tho little did he know, Blades-C beats him with ease while having a dumb smirk on his face.

Meanwhile Heatwave-C simply stays in his bird form and eats with the Burnses. He will not answer why they can eat, all he wants is pancakes. And annoy Kade.

I beg you, don't give him cheese sticks.

It's too late so I go to bedge now, no time to explain the more crazy parts, which come much later.

[shirleyxian]

One-shot//Selfshipp//COD

Special Cupcakes.

Shipp:Ghost x Max

Today was the day off for ghost and max, today can be a unique day and more so because in the army they didn't have time for them . The couple are watching a movie on TV you could tell that they are both very focused on the plot, you can't deny that the plot is interested. A scene appears where the protagonist surprises her boyfriend who cooked her some delicious cupcakes that were decorated with cream of different colors and some pieces of chocolate, For the Latino, it gave him some inspiration to be able to give something special to his boyfriend.

- Cariño, what is your favorite flavor of cake. Chocolate or vanilla? And you like it if it had cream. What color would you like? Decorated or not? - Ask giving him a hint. -

- Well, honestly I like both flavors, but my favorite is the chocolate one, with pink cream and decorated with strawberries. Why the question?

- Emm... I was just asking.

At the end of the movie, ghost changes the channel to the sports channel to watch football because today Manchester City was playing against Manchester United all because ghost supports Manchester City. That gave Max the opportunity to surprise him while the Briton is hypnotized by the TV screen.

The brown-haired one began to take out the objects kitchen, bowls, mixer, flour, eggs, milk, chocolate and without missing the sugar, Starting to crack eggs so that he can separate the yolks from the white into different bowls, starting to beat the yolks first for at least 10 minutes, he did the same process to the white.

Take the chocolate to heat in a double boiler so you can melt it.

To start mixing the chocolate and egg mixture, along with the flour and milk, put the bowl in the mixer starting to do the process of letting it beat for at least 15 minutes until it does not have any lumps in the preparation.

While beating he looked to see if ghost did not come to the kitchen at least to look for him, he only saw ghost focused on football, the cry of angry ghost is heard saying:

- SON OF A BITCH!!! HOW THE DAMN ONE DIDN'T SHORTCUT THE FUCKING BALL!!!

He looked frustrated.

After whisking, take the muffin containers by putting each one in the mold and add the preparation and put them in the oven.

While he cooks the cupcakes, Max takes the opportunity to prepare the cream, I take another egg but this time without separating the yolk from the white, she does the same process of beating. To add cream cheese, condensed milk, sugar and milk, starting to beat for 16 minutes.

When the cream is taking shape, add red food coloring, beat again for only about 5 minutes, so that the cream has the pink color.

Then he takes the cakes out of the oven, fortunately they did not burn, but he remembered something, they did not have strawberries in the house, she could not believe that she forgot that detail, He thought about what to replace, he opened the refrigerator to see something to replace the strawberries, there were no fruits to match the cupcakes, but he found "dulce de leche", he recalled that in Argentina the magdanelas were still stuffed with dulce de leche. Use a churros filler to try to fill the cupcakes, take the piping bag and start creaming it.

When he finishes he hears his boyfriend shout "GOAL" it means that his team won the match.

- I see that Manchester City won, but celebrate it with a delicious cupcake.

- Nice detail my rabbit, thank you.

Ghost takes a cupcake, when he bites he didn't know it was filled, but you could tell he liked it.

- Honey this is delicious, plus that detail of the filling. How did it come about? - Very curious and happy question. -

- Well, inspiration and love for you. - Says while laughing at how cheesy it is. -

- Anyway, you outdid yourself. - Leave the cupcake on the table and hug max - I love you.

- Accept the hug. - I love you too, my ghost.

Well, it's my first mini-One-shot, I base it by a character bot.(one that I could create)

It makes me laugh that he wrote it while listening to kali uchis music.

This is my selfshipp with ghost.

By the way, I think I combined American English with British English, I learned both accents although it is difficult for me to differentiate them.

~Bye~

[libidomechanica]

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[the-resurrection-3d]

Was struggling with writing Roy until I printed the story off last night. My goal for November is just to write SOMETHING, even a sentence or two, every day. Ideally, I'll have this story finished at the end of the month since I don't think it needs to be a huge thing, but we will see.

Anyway, I think I'm finally getting a voice for Roy together. First scene below if you're interested. TW for self-multiation.

I wanted to cut my arm off so I did it. The why doesn’t matter—I have plenty of them, I mean, the whole Alexandria library of little embarrassments, a life that’s a whole movie of boring, dreary scenes punctuated by embarrassment, but in the end I know that whatever I was upset about last night doesn’t matter in the grand scheme of things. I think my brain gets so bored sometimes it latches onto these small embarrassments—a rude comment to a girlfriend’s uncle, a typo in my presentation when I was being shadowed, etc etc -- and blows them up just to have something to be interested in.

So I ended up cutting my arm off instead of sleeping last night. Well, I mean I cut my arm off and then went to sleep, taking two doses of my monthly ration of sleeping pills, which admittedly I could have just done first but I was trying to look out for my liver, because I take them every day when I’m working. Anyway, I cut my arm off in the kitchen with my biggest butcher knife, both out of necessity and out of dramatics (am I using that word right?). I was going to bite my wallet—the Civil War guys biting leather as they get their legs sawed off, that was the image that reminded me to save my teeth, but I couldn’t remember if it was in my car or in the mess of chip bags and fresh-but-unfolded clothes on the couch, so I just balled up the little towel I keep hanging off the oven’s handle.

Around the second chop, I realized I needed more protection for my teeth, so I took a deep breath, wiped the tears off with the parts of the towel that weren’t damp from being in my mouth, and stuffed my tiny ghost-faced oven mitt into my mouth, too.                                         

That was Mel’s, wasn’t it?

And when it was done—I don’t know how many chops, I kind of lost count around ten—I let it clunk into the sink. Dark dots in my eyes, cool fingers in my hair, the world knock-down drunk—still, somehow I got wound sealant I’d set out and sprayed and sprayed. So now my I guess ex-arm looks like cottage cheese is growing out of it, what was crimson now dark brown around the base.

Probably should’ve used a tourniquet—there’s blood all down my T-shirt and briefs like I’d slept in a lake of it, and all down the counter and in the sink and spreading across the floor. I’d thrown some paper towels down, but— pfft.

Fuck, the smell of dirty-car pennies. You can imagine.

“Uh, Jenny!” I call. I didn’t like using the smart house bot, but sometimes it’s necessary.

Didn’t work. “Jenny!” My voice was real weak, so pathetic I could’ve winced. When Jenny finally woke up, I asked her to send the cleaner to the kitchen. I took my sleeping pills and the screwdriver I hadn't finish earlier and stomped the pills under its glass ass, tried to sweep the crumbs into my hand before I remembered I was missing one. So I grabbed the dust in my remaining hand and licked my palm and between my fingers and finished my driver and went to finally, FINALLY get some sleep.

XXXXXXXX

Jenny called the cops on me.

[l-i-b-e-r-t-y-m-u-t-u-a-l]

I bawled my eyes out I think about an hour ago, started around 9 and ended at 10 (it's an estimate, I'm still processing my emotions about this so idk how I know) and one of the things I asked myself during was 'why' (in general,) 'why am i crying over two slices of pizza,' and 'this shouldn't be normal.'

Context, when they were making oven pizzas (the store bought ones, and Saturdays are usually our junk food day) and I usually went into the kitchen to go bug them when they did this but today I didn't cause both of them seemed to be in a somewhat sour mood during the process of shopping for stuff today (maybe I read their tones wrong but im bot sure.) and i see my dad come to me with two slices of pizza, claiming it as some form of tax similar to the cheese tax.

I was so confused on what happened when they both left i cried for a second and I guess my dad heard it cause a few minutes later I get a text from him saying that it was supposed to be a joke (I could tell they were joking but I was just so confused at the time) with a hug and heart emoji, we usually communicate this way to each other when we tell each other 'i love you' or something similar.

And once I finished the pizza I suddenly get a wave of emotions and after that wave of emotions I realized that the people who do things for me without asking are my parents, yeah my friends do it once a while. But my parents are the two people that do it 9 times out of 10.

I am from a country where the two main phrases that are usually said, but are usually forgotten by some. treat others they way u want to be treated, and don't be too selfless (I think I got the right word) or they will manipulate you (something on those lines, I don't think it's even a saying but it's a general rule of thumb here because majority of the people here are not that nice.) Which can make you have a guard up or just isolate yourself for protection. And during all of this I've realized that I took their love and affection for granted, and including for those around me that show it in their own ways.

I'm the mom friend or figure of majority of the friend groups I've been in, and some other things that happened in my life that also let me to become selfless, which usually ends up with me doing more while receiving less. And it made me realize that I don't experience gratitude often.

Idk if anyone will read this, but please. If you have anyone that's similar when it comes to them being selfless please do something for them without asking, even if they deny it or if it's something simple as food. Please do the same as you they do it to you. You don't know how much they need it. Truly, especially if they don't receive it often.

[sorceress-in-the-stars]

What the fuck Chipotle 😂😂😂

[starwarslover11]

Botsford-McCallister Fankids Headcanons (And life with kids)

They don't have kids right away, and Tobey manages to push aside his desperate want to be a father to see that Becky is clearly not ready, but when he asks her why, she simply states that she's not sure if they'll be half-Lexiconian And if they are, what kind of life will they have?

Tobey reassures her that they'll have the best life, because they'll have her as a mother. (And him too but pride can wait.)

Becky calls it corny but kisses him anyway because that's HER husband.

About four months later she comes to him and reveals she's pregnant, and the speed at which they manage to call teh WHOLE family is honestly something.

But former Villain and Wordgirl waste no time informing the EVA either. And no, Mr. Big, you are not allowed to come to the baby shower.

Because this is a reality where everything's fine Steven is declared God-Father and Uncle with no need to say so out loud.

Tobey made sure there were at least a dozen robots stationed across the mansion in case Becky's water burst at home and they couldn't get to the hospital in time.

As luck may have it this did indeed happen while Tobey was at work, but thankfully Violet had been over and was able to assist in the process.

After the babies (yes, twins), were born Becky told Violet they had already decided that she would be God-Mother and Aunt, and she immediately broke down to tears.

Tobey arrived shortly after, also positively melting when he saw his kids(!) and the babies were named shortly there after.

Beverly "Bev" Claire McCallister was the elder by forty-five seconds, and while everyone told her she looked exactly like Mom, Tobey convinced his wife to use his own mother's name sake because from birth her eyes were Grandma's eyes and no one could convince him otherwise.

Kiersten "Ki" Sally McCallister was the definition of fraternal twins. The only thing she had in common with Bev was their skin colors. After that she had Becky's eyes, Tobey's facial expressions, eyesight, and hair, plus she had powers whilst Bev did not.

The "Ki" nickname was only used and will only ever be used by Bev. NEVER ask why.

As a baby, Bev was always the silent one which scared her father out of his wits on a number of occasions and when awake would be unhealthily curious about things. Dangerously curious.

Kiersten was the opposite. She was very fussy, grabbed any thing attached to the person holding her all the time, and slept through most of the day while keeping her parents up at night.

None of this compared to toddler years Kiersten however, when she started using her powers. At this point in their lives, former Villain and Wordgirl had gone through at least ten Apocalypse's, three of which caused by Miss Power, and their little two-three year old daughter is the biggest cause of their stress.

Bev is an angel as always, and since she didn't have powers, her parents tried to see if she took after her father. She practically chucked the robot kit he gave her for her third birthday across the room, and almost tore apart Bee-Bee. It was then decided she would not be given any more robot related things.

The girls have a plushy collection of course. MANY Wordgirl dolls, one robot (Bee-Bee) for Bev and one for Kiersten (Bot), a pillow that looks like cheese (Uncle Steven of course gave them that), and a toy remote Kiersten is obsessed with playing make believe with Dad with. There are others but we'd be here for days and they are all Bev's anyway.

Kiersten treats Huggy like her lord and savior and he's able to keep her out of trouble every time he baby sits, while Bev just treats him like another stuffed animal she can hug to death.

After five years of dealing with these two disasters waiting to happen, the whole family is surprised when Beckh gets pregnant again.

At least they have the relief that it's not twins.

The birth is much easier then last time and happens at a hospital with Tobey there with his wife the whole time, and the baby couldn't be healthier, no complications at all.

(Except he's almost sent straight back with the doctor when he's brought looking as pale as THAT.)

Theodore "Theo" Tim McCallister IIII is the most well named baby on the planet, as in every way he is the spitting image his father, resulting in everyday lesson with Grandma Claire on how to raise a Theodore McCallister because not only did she have a son but husbands are sons too, if you didn't know.

Despite general warns not too, Tobey still throws hands and gives his son a robot kit for his third birthday which stays intact and makes the kid ecstatic so "Ha ha, Botsford, I win!"

Adding to the plushy collection, Claire managed to dig up Tobey's old teddy bear which he fittingly named Theodore McCallister the One-Hundredth, and he became just "Teddy" for Theo.

Bev incredibly protective over her little bro and Kiersten is the one he needs protecting FROM. Kind of like the relationship between Boy-Genius and Super-powered alien before they became friends. Which probably means they're destined to be as thick as thieves as well (it doesn't).

Tobey wants a fourth kid, Becky doesn't.

After two years Elizabeth "Beth" Victoria Violet McCallister is born. She is the perfect mix between to worlds, with Becky's hair (she grows it longer), skin, facial expressions, and powers, and Tobey's eyes and over all facial LOOK.

While she is highly intelligent and does possess powers, she refuses to take up the mantle of Wordgirl, (leave that to Kiersten), and instead pursues an interest in the arts, which she is surprisingly good at, especially acting and singing and dancing (though her Auntie Violet is VERY proud).

No one knows where she got her talent from, as it certainly wasn't her parents. (Claire and Sally only shrugged, and just LOOK at Tim. You don't have to ask him.)

Out of the four of them, Beth got the tallest, Kiersten coming in shortly after, Theo a few feet shorter, and Bev is a gnome's height.

As adults, Bev settled down to family life and a job as a childrens therapist, Kiersten of course became the next Wordgirl with a job at a fast food place on the side (she takes over and turns it into a restaurant eventually), Theo runs McCallister Tech but never once feels in his father's way or his shadow, and Beth became a famous actress, specifically on Broadway but she does movies too. This resulted in her falling in love and later marrying Scoops' daughter Emma Ming, as she was a director for many of her movies.

In perfect Kiersten fashion, she never falls in love. Bev settles down for family life, as I said, so does find a normal guy eventually who doesn't mind the family secret and has many kids with him. Theo bounces around and divorces at one point, but his soulmate ended up being Victor Best's son Everett. Beth, as said before, is happily married to Emma Ming.

Let me know if I should do any more!

[jingerhead]

Some DMs of mine that give me long-distance andreil energy

@archiveofourfoxes should we be concerned

Andrew: we are doomed to a life of misery tbh

Andrew: that's so rude of time

Andrew: it's only 10 here

Neil: Why can't I live by you

Neil: :(

~*~

Andrew: I'll drive to the airport then

Neil: Why does it take so long btw

Neil: Why can't I just drive to your place in 5 minutes

Andrew: because we'd be to powerful together so we had to be separated

~*~

Neil: I always feel bad when I don't respond to messages when I'm asleep but they're always a delight to wake up ❤❤❤

Andrew: don't feel bad cause you're literally asleep,, we're in dif time zones so it's really the earth's fault

Neil: Damn earth disrupting our discourse >:(

Neil: What time is it by you?

Andrew: ik earth must be a kevin stan

Andrew: rn it's 8:46

Andrew: it is no longer 8:46

~*~

Neil: I cant decide if I should sleep or not

Andrew: hmmmm

Andrew: probably yes but I would also say no

Andrew: like yes in a healthy way but no in a live your life way

Neil: PFFFF

Neil: I'm just doing more homework

Andrew: that is not a live your life reason to stay awake

~*~

Andrew: i'm like oh shit kevin exists

Neil: SAME

Andrew: i'm just gonna make them keep talking to me and then ask "oh who's kevin" and move on

Neil: AHHHHH

Neil: You genius

Andrew: i know i am

Neil: Hehe

Neil: Also were we gonna watch Tarzan tonight? I don't remember for certain pfffff my brain is swiss cheese sorry

~*~

Andrew: *image sent*

Andrew: look i got my first sugar daddy spam bot

Neil: HELLO???

Andrew: RIGHT???

Neil: WHAT THE HELL

~*~

Neil: We truly have the best opinions

Andrew: truly unmatched

~*~

Andrew: 🧡🧡🧡

Neil: ❤❤❤

Andrew: this is going to be a heart battle now

Andrew: 🧡🧡🧡🧡

Neil: oh man

Neil: ❤❤❤❤

Andrew: 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

Neil: ❤❤❤❤❤

Andrew: 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

Neil: ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

Neil: Tried to trick me huh

Andrew: no never,,

Andrew: 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

Neil: ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

Neil: Hrmsmsmsm

Andrew: 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

Neil: ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

Andrew: NO THATS SO MANY

Andrew: 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

Neil: NO I WILL NOT BE BEATEN

Neil: ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

Andrew: 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

Neil: ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

Andrew: 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

~*~

Neil: Oh I have so many cups yeah that's what fills my desk

Neil: Most times I have my water bottle, a mug and a glass cup on my desk at least

Andrew: i use my windowsill as a nightstand so it's usually the first to fill up and then they fill my desk and then in truly dire cases my dresser

Andrew: they're my comfort cups though

Neil: Well that's understandable

Andrew: see i knew you would get it

Neil: Yeeeee we all have our comfort cups

~*~

If you made it this far then pls i'm scared how did this happen we literally made "why i'm neil" and "why i'm andrew" posts should we be worried

[kiki-shortsnout]

Hm, 11. sharing secrets for the intimacy prompts? With Tony and Stephen? Because I'm so curious what you'd make out of that. 🤍

‘So, this is normal then? The bunch of you hanging out like teenagers?’ Stephen asked after shutting the fridge door, pulling the cap off his beer with a spell.

‘Yeah, just a normal Saturday night….when we’re not fighting doom bots or trying to stop someone take over the world, kinda makes a change doesn’t it?’ Tony nudged him with an elbow, yanking out a bowl from the cupboard next to him to put the snacks into.

‘I have to say, when I used to think of the word Avengers, the lot of you hanging out in the tower talking about the best shade to paint your nails wasn’t what sprung to mind,’ Stephen spoke down to his bottle of beer.

Crumpling the chip packet up and tossing it towards the bin, Tony sighed as it hit the edge and bounced off onto the floor, frowning as it levitated by itself into the bin.

‘That’s cheating,’ Tony scoffed.

Stephen shrugged, smiling at him as he drank his beer.

Tony allowed himself to look, if only for a moment. Stephen Strange’s smiles were fleeting, rarely seen, and he treasured each of them, especially the ones that made the skin near his eyes wrinkle, dimples appearing in his cheeks.

Breathtaking.

‘Anyway,’ Tony shattered the thoughts by talking, waving away any of the fantasies he’d been having. ‘You forget that most of them didn’t have the chance to actually be a teenager. Steve was fighting in a World War, Clint was learning tricks at the circus, and don’t even get me started on what Nat’s been through,’ Tony rambled, shoving the bowl of chips into Stephen’s free hand.

‘And Thor?’

‘He’s an alien, asshole, he’s got no idea about Earth customs.’

Stephen made a noise of agreement, not moving even with the snacks in hand.

‘Go on through, I’ll be there in a minute.’ Tony tried to wave him away, still looking around for the Pop-Tarts.

‘I’ll wait,’ Stephen told him, the words said innocently enough, but the shuffling of his feet gave away his uncharacteristic shyness.

‘Do you want a Pop-Tart before Thor eats them all? I’ve got two different flavors, if I could find them,’ Tony muttered, trying to remember where he’d hidden them from the giant.

‘How long before they start playing truth or dare? or never have I ever?’ Stephen asked him, placing the bowl of chips down on the pristine ebony kitchen counter and grabbing a handful.

‘Don’t mention it to Nat, that’s like one of her go to games…I don’t want to hear about anything Clint’s done in his life again,’ Tony shuddered. ‘FRIDAY, where did I hide the Pop-Tarts?’

‘You hid them beneath the sink, behind the cleaning products. However, as Thor found those and ate them, I took the liberty of ordering some more. Miss Potts hid them inside the oven.’

‘Inside the oven?’ Stephen asked, munching on his handful of chips, orange cheese dust staining his long crooked fingers.

‘None of us ever cook,’ Tony rolled his eyes, waving his thanks to FRIDAY.

Stephen chuckled under his breath, the sound rich and melodic, making Tony stop and consider. Why would Stephen be hanging out here in the kitchen with him when everyone else was out in the living room? Why at all these social bonding events did Stephen stay close to him? It wasn’t as if Stephen was a timid wallflower, he spoke to the Avengers, joked with them, but it was Tony’s company he sought out.

‘Never have I ever painted my nails,’ Tony said hesitantly, keeping his back to Stephen.

‘I have once, lime green, wasn’t the most fetching of colors. Never have I ever cheated on a test,’ Stephen took up the conversation.

‘I’ve not cheated, but I once wrote down all the wrong answers to fail a test. Wanted to piss my dad off,’ Tony answered, opening the oven door and pulling the box of chocolate Pop-Tarts out. He wasn’t sure what he was hoping for, playing this with Stephen, but he loved the little slice of intimacy they’d created in the kitchen, a brief moment just for the two of them before they had to join in with the ruckus of the Avengers.

‘Never have I ever…’ He had to really think about it, not wanting to scare Stephen away, and trying to keep him interested at the same time. ‘Never have I ever hitchhiked,’ Tony decided on, moving around Stephen to grab the toaster, feeling the heat of the taller man radiating out through his thin shirt, his cologne. Stephen didn’t move, making Tony reach around him, deliberately brushing against each other.

‘I have, once to get out of Nebraska, my hometown.’

‘You’re from Nebraska?’ How had he not known that?

‘Hmm,’ Stephen agreed deep in his throat, watching as Tony wandered back over to his side of the kitchen to plug the toaster in. He could feel Stephen’s gaze on his back, feel it wander over his skin.

‘Never have I ever had feelings for someone in the other room,’ Stephen said cryptically.

‘Alright, I had a small crush on Thor and his bulging biceps. Come on, look at him,’ Tony laughed, shoving the Pop-Tarts in the toaster, finally turning to look at Stephen. ‘You said other room…not the tower.’

‘It’s your turn,’ Stephen told him, taking another mouthful of his beer and leaving the bottle on the side.

‘Never have I ever kissed someone called Stephen,’ Tony took the chance, careful with his choice of words, knowing he could fall back on the excuse that he hadn’t kissed Steve. They both had the same name after all.

‘Is that something you want to rectify?’ Stephen asked, his voice exquisitely sinful.

‘Dunno, should I go ask Steve?’ Tony countered, biting on the inside of his cheek at the sudden irritation on Stephen’s face.

‘Never have I ever had feelings for someone else before…’ Stephen whispered and Tony felt his heart stutter to a stop inside his chest, scared he’d made the wrong move, that he’d come on too strong.

‘Until now,’ Stephen finished his sentence, holding Tony’s gaze.

‘Never have I ever been a good boyfriend,’ Tony blurted, trying to take a step backwards despite the kitchen counter digging into his hips.

‘I don’t believe that,’ Stephen murmured, crossing the distance between them. ‘Never have I ever not meant something I’ve said,’ he told Tony once he was standing before him.

‘Stephen…I…never have I ever wanted to kiss someone more than right now.’

‘Good,’ Stephen told him, leaning down and pressing his lips gently to Tony’s. ‘Never have I ever been in love before,’ he whispered against Tony’s lips after he’d pulled away.

‘Whoo! Finally!’ Clint catcalled from the living room.

‘Thor you owe me twenty bucks!’ Nat crowed, clapping her hands.

‘I did not doubt their feelings for each other, but I did not think either would make a move for weeks to come,’ Thor grumbled.

Tony ignored them, still looking up at Stephen who was beginning to go pink in the cheeks from all the noise of the team.

‘Until now?’ he asked instead, referring to Stephen’s earlier never have I ever question.

‘Until now,’ Stephen agreed, closing his eyes to kiss Tony again.

[rinzay]

Idea 16: Vanessa knows how to sew

You know, at this point my nickname should be Afton. Cause I always come back!

… 

*cough*

 uh moving swiftly on

This new idea/concept is probably my longest yet, I couldn't help but do my usual thing of trying to explain everything. I will also say that this one might not be “as good” as my other ideas so be warned. With that out of the way, grab yourself a snack/drink and strap in!

Once again, we must set the scene. Life has returned to normal for our faz fam, or at least as normal as it can be for a family consisting of mostly robots. Silver Parasol was able to find an abandoned restaurant and purchase it to give the bots a place to live. It took a bit to get used to its smaller area ( It is about the size of your average chucky cheese) but animatronics have acclimated well. The restaurant still has a lot of the same activities as the pizza plex once did, they are just a lot smaller. In some cases, such as with Monty's golf course and Roxy’s raceway, they’ve been replaced with miniature versions like mini golf and RC car racing respectively. There are a few new activities as well though such as “Chica’s cooking class'' and “Painting with Sun and Moon”. Roxy and Monty also hold “weekly challenges” and I will let you figure out what that means. (Some of you came up with some really clever ideas the last time I did this :) )

 

As for our human friends, they are doing quite well! Gregory has been doing well at school and has gotten his own little group of friends. H e has developed a reputation at the school for being the kind of kid who causes trouble. Not anything bad of course, he still gets amazing grades but has from time to time crested harmless pranks that everyone finds quite amusing. Vanessa has being doing good as well. She got a promotion at work due to how high quality her work has been (wonder why that is) and she has gone on several more successful dates with Luis and are "officially" a couple. (Everyone is happy for her, though Gregory still takes some slight joy at how flustered Vanessa gets whenever he asks about their dates. Once a gremlin always a gremlin)

 

Now, something that is important to mention is how Vanessa has been dealing with the memories of being under mind control. It isn’t just her memories; these also include all of Vanny’s memories. (While under mind control Vanessa didn’t see everything that Vanny saw or did. Vanny would only have her be aware of what was going on when SHE wanted Vanessa to see something, which normally meant murders ). Allow me to attempt and explain.

(if you don’t want to read all this, scroll until you see the asterisk*) 

When Vanessa was first freed she tried to just not think about her memories of that time and tried to live in the present. This proved to be a bad idea since the events of idea 10 kept happening. What I mean by this is that Vanessa would see something in the present that felt vaguely familiar, such as a child alone in the pizzaplex, and it would trigger one of Vanny’s memories. From there, Vanessa would be forced to watch the memory play out, which usually consisted of a child being murdered. Then she would come out of the memory in the midst of a panic attack. After a few months of this, she realized that this wasn’t the way to go about this. So, after the events of idea 12, she decides to try dealing with these bad memories in a different way. Her new method is to, just, think about them. Get used to the fact that they exist so she doesn't get overwhelmed by them when she sees something familiar. They are still bad, and she will never not feel guilty about the actions that take place in them, but it does help reduce the amount of pain that they cause to a point that she can live with them.

 

Through this methodic remembering Vanessa discovers that she also has access to Vanny’s memories that, other than having very bad implications, aren't really that bad One of these series of memories is of Vanny creating that suit she wore  (btw it has long since been burned, it was one of the first things that the Faz fam did together after “that night”) As such one of the skills Vanessa now has is sewing. She had known Vanny could sow for a while now, she had found a sewing kit in her room after she was freed and easily figured out the connection. Up until now though Vanessa herself hadn't attempted to use it since she didn't remember how to. Even though she now knows how to sew, she hasn’t used this skill for 2 main reasons. Firstly, it reminds her of Vanny, though this reasoning has been getting a lot less strong as time goes on; and secondly, she hasn’t had much of a reason to use this skill at all… until now.

 

*TLDR Vanessa basically got Acquired Savant Syndrome, without the necessary physical head trauma.

 

The situation arises on a normal day while Gregory was at school hanging out with his friends. They decide to challenge him to a contest during recess, who can climb a tree to a certain branch the fastest. Gregory, being… well Gregory, immediately accepts ( it would seem Roxy and Monty have been rubbing off on him) and is off to the tallest tree in the yard before they even decide on a prize. He climbs the tree and reaches the lowest main branch in around 15 seconds, much to the amazement of the children in the yard. 

 

However, in their collective excitement, the children failed to notice that the branch  Gregory is standing on has rotten and died. So after a few seconds, it breaks under the load  and Gregory begins falling to the ground. Thankfully his shirt manages to catch one of the smaller branches, slowing his fall but ripping his shirt in the process. He lands on the ground and, aside from some small cuts and bruises, is completely fine. The same cannot be said for his shirt though, the branch has made a tear from the bottom to the arm sleeve.

 

It should be stated that this particular shirt means a lot to him, it is one of the last possessions that he has from his old life, the one where his mother was still alive. The reason he knows this goes back several months, back to just a few days after “that night.” One of the first things that Vanessa and Gregory had done together was try and find his old house. They had done this to see if anything was still there and, if there was, take it back to Vanessa’s apartment so that Gregory would feel more “at home”.  

 

The 2 of them had found that the house had been claimed by the city since the owner, Gregory’s mother, had been found dead and she had had no living adult relatives. All of the possessions that were inside the house had been sold or given to charity in accordance with Utah state law . In a nutshell, all Gregory has from his old life are memories and the clothes he was wearing. It might seem kind of silly to a stranger, but the Faz fam knows how important it is to him. Besides, people tend to form emotional attachment to inanimate objects in real life (especially after traumatic events), so I think this might be plausible.

 

 Anyways, after picking himself off of the ground and reassuring the others that he is all fine, Gregory looks down at his special shirt and realizes that it is ruined and he thinks that Vanessa will likely have to throw it away. He really doesn’t want this to happen due to how much the shirt means to him, so he decides to try and repair it. After recess ends he grabs some duct tape, goes into a bathroom and tapes up the shirt. He hopes that the temporary repair will fool Vanessa long enough for him to try and find a more permanent fix for his shirt.

 

Vanessa isn’t home yet as she had to work late that day. (The company is planning on pushing out a new DLC that is based on the new restaurant the PizzaPlex animatronics now occupy as a way to advertise the place. So everyone is working a bit harder to get the update ready for release.) Gregory is about to take advantage of this and toss his ruined shirt into his room and put on a new one when he notices Freddy watching him, in his plush form. Freddy asks what he is doing, which means that Gregory has to explain the situation to him. He is just finishing up his explanation when he hears the door unlock, Vanessa has already returned from work. 

 

She enters and is in the middle of asking how his day was when she turns to look at him. She stops speaking, seeing him covered in scrapes and bruises and wearing a torn shirt. Vanessa, trying to remain calm and not get TOO worried, asks what happened to him. Before Gregory can even attempt to craft a response that downplays what actually happened, Freddy answers with “Gregory fell from a tree!” in a tone of voice that sounds like he is discussing the weather.

 

For several seconds nothing happens, then Vanessa fully processes what Freddy has just told her and launches into “doting parent” mode. She kneels down to Gregory and starts checking him over whilst asking him multiple questions about his well being. Gregory manages to calm Vanessa down after reassuring her that he is fine. Now a lot calmer, Vanessa notices that his shirt is ripped and the duct tape on it, prompting her to ask him what he planned to do with it. Gregory defeatedly tells her that he was going to try and fix it.

 

Vanessa remains silent, thinking. She knows how much this shirt means to him, and doesn’t want to get rid of it or have it not be wearable anymore. She wonders if she might be able to fix it herself, and then remembers that sewing kit and the memories of Vanny making the suit. Vanessa realizes that she might be able to solve this problem. So she asks Gregory if she can try and sew up the shirt for him. Gregory, who was expecting Vanessa to tell him to throw it away, is caught a bit off guard before saying yes.

 

So Vanessa takes the shirt to her room, opens the sewing kit and grabs some blue thread. She hesitates before picking up the actual needle, some of that old fear still lingering despite it being over 7 months since “that night”. Vanessa takes a deep breath and starts fixing the shirt. To her surprise she finds it to be quite easy, like riding a bike after a long break. Within an hour (idk how long this would really take lol) she has already patched up the tear and the shirt looks good as new.

 

She goes over to Gregory’s room and finds him having a conversation with Freddy about discretion “You can’t just bluntly tell people that someone fell out of a tree! You have to give them some sort of warning!” Vanessa gets their attention and shows them the patched shirt. Gregory takes his shirt, looks it over and places it on the bed. He then gives Vanessa a big ol hug while graciously thanking her for fixing it. She tells him that it was no problem, and then asks him how he even climbed the tree in the first place. 

 

That is where I will leave it, I hope you enjoyed this long boi. Again, I admit that this might not be as good as my other ideas, but I really just felt the need to write this one as it has been on my mind for a long time now.

OKAY SO- I may or may have not have to read this twice cuz i got distracted by the Acquired Savant Syndrome website and read all the info there (I'm a science nerd, sue me) but MATE??? All hail Vanessa getting an actual decent paycheck!! What I'm wondering right now is, did Vanny have to learn the skills herself? Or did Glitchtrap interfere with the learning process; like if something goes wrong with a single code you simply edit it? Does Vanessa have more access to Vanny's skill set? Strategical thinking (Yknow ,murder), Silent steps (She frickin skips and there's no noise, only static), and Working the security monitors (reference to a previous Idea, not sure which one). Also Gregory is such a gremlin, it would be April fools day and everyone would fear him. Small stuff; Chalk gets replaced with crayons, all whiteboard markers are permanent, there's random letters around the school leading to a fake scavenger hunt (the end prize is a note that contains a link to a rick roll), and Vanessa would join in on the pranks. (The Glamrocks aren't spared; even the company, I like to think they like to encourage Gregory to do it so they can produce gag toys for April fools or for the giggles. In exchange Greg gets to cause chaos.)

[queenmuzz]

Happy Mother's Day

I'm terribly sorry, this is supposed to be a happy day between mothers and their children, but you know how I am... Note: Set Between DMC4 and DMC5

Nero’s legs wobbled with numbness as he cautiously got off the bike, making sure that the motorcycle wouldn’t tip. He really didn’t want to bring it back to Lady with a ding in it. But when she had offered it to him to borrow, he couldn’t resist taking it for a spin. The vehicle was a beaut, lovingly taken care of, and...very, VERY fast. How that waif of a woman was able to hold on for dear life, he had no idea.

After he had steadied himself, he looked at his destination and frowned, looked down at the paper in his hand, and looked back up. The address was a match, but this place, right smack in the middle of downtown Redgrave, looked like a dump. A decrepit skeleton of what had once been a magnificent manor that looked abandoned for decades. Even though it looked like a prime location for a demon hang out, Lady had insisted that Dante wasn’t on a job. Nero had gotten the feeling she really wanted him to find the elder demon hunter.

Confused, and more than a little curious, he passed through the broken down wrought iron gate towards the house.

The overgrowth was tall and suffocating, but Nero noticed, just before what had been the entrance, a new path going to the left had been created, freshly trampled grass going around the corner. Nero didn’t see any other sign of disturbance, so this is probably where Dante had gone. So, he trudged along, wondering why of all places the man would have come here.

He pulled around the corner, and instantly came to a stop. Unlike the rest of the property, this area here had been recently maintained, the grass recently shorn (Nero had a sneaking suspicion it was Rebellion’s doing) A large oak tree, with bright green newborn leaves, cast a lovely dappled shadow upon the ground. And beneath the aged trunk was Dante, his back to Nero, facing a pair of granite stones. It took a few moments for Nero to realize...not stones… gravestones.

“Lady,” Dante didn’t turn around, “I told you that I didn’t need you here. I’m fine…” Nero caught the scent of flowers, specifically roses fluttering in the breeze. The young man awkwardly coughed, startling the man in red.

“Sheesh!” Dante rapidly turned around, revealing that the scent came from a bouquet of red roses in his hand. Well, nearly all red. In the middle of the bundle, was a single blue rose. “Didn’t expect to see you here kid! Heard Lady’s bike rumbling down the street, so I thought she was sticking her nose where it didn’t belong.” “Yeah,” Nero said, scratching the bridge of his nose. Had Lady used him as a tool to get to Dante? “You weren’t in the office when I came by, but Lady let me use her bike, and gave me directions to...this place.” He didn’t know the significance of this area, but it was probably very important to Dante.

“Did she eh...?” he murmured, slightly annoyed, slightly resigned for some reason.

“Yeah, Kyrie told me I needed to get out of Fortuna, to take a break from rebuilding Fortuna. And the only place on the Mainland that I knew about, was your place.” That was partially the truth. Nero had also wanted to ask if Dante would be interested in a business idea that Nero had come up with: A mobile franchise using the Devil May Cry name, centered in Fortuna, but he had the feeling that this was not the time nor place to bring up business matters.

Dante chuckled, and looked down at the roses he was holding. “I guess Lady didn’t tell you why I was here.”

“Nah, and I didn’t ask.”

“Welp,” Dante rolled his shoulders, the joints popping. “Might as well get this over with. You know what day today is?”

Nero was perplexed. It was just another Sunday in May. He shrugged.

“Ah, maybe they don’t do it in Fortuna. Here, today is Mother’s Day. Where kids and adults spend time with, and thank the women that raised them, and well… I’m visiting my mom.”

Nero felt the pieces of the puzzle falling in the place. Fortuna’s version of Mother’s Day was during the autumn, and Nero hadn’t really cared much about it, considering his background. But to Dante, the day was more significant.

Suddenly, he felt the yank on his sleeve, and before he knew it, Dante had dragged him towards one of the gravestones, the one that was older, and slightly more worn. It was simple, no words on it, but there was flowering climbing roses carved along the edges. The one stone beside it was similar, but newer, and there were no roses, just intertwined climbing thorny stems.

“Hey Mom, I’d like to introduce you to that kid I was telling you about. This,” he pushed the boy further in front of the stone proudly, “is Nero.” He stood there, partly awkward and partly proud at the thought Dante had talked to his mom about him. Dante hadn’t mentioned his mom much, but Trish had helpfully filled in the blanks when Nero had asked why Dante had a pic of her on his desk.

“Oh, that’s not me...that’s Eva, Dante’s mother. It’s complicated, but I was created by Mundus to look like her, to lure him into a trap many years ago. She was very important to him, and while I don’t quite understand it, I know that she loved him dearly she loved the bot-”

She’d been interrupted by Dante coming in the office, and Nero hadn’t pried further.

Nero tried to come up with some words “Uh...hi.. It’s nice to meet you.” God he sounded like an idiot.

Thankfully, Dante swooped back in. “She was a wonderful woman. You’d think she was soft and demure, but the moment you pissed her off, she was as hard as steel. I can still feel her pulling on my ear when she caught me sneaking into the cookie jar before supper.” He chuckled and winced as he rubbed his earlobe, “A fantastic cook, a wonderful violinist and… an irreplaceable mom.” Dante’s voice trailed off, and for a moment all that could be heard was the rustling of the wind through the grass. Strange, despite never meeting her, with no connection to this family, Nero had a feeling he...belonged here.

“She would have adored you…” Dante murmured softly, startling Nero. He turned to find the older man with a wistful, almost melancholy look on his face.

“Huh?”

Instantly, that softness, that rare glimpse of something seldom seen, was locked up behind a steel grin. Dante laughed. “It’s nothin, just me talking without thinking. So, what about you? You’re on the Mainland now, best time to talk about your mom.” Dante must have seen his sudden scowl, and placed his hands up in surrender, realizing this was a sore spot. “Doesn’t have to be your blood mom. Can be any woman that helped you grow up!”

“Well,” Nero mused, “There was Cecilia, Kyrie’s mom,” he explained, “she was a heck of a woman. When Kyrie brought me home after I’d gotten into a scrap with the other kids at school, when they took my lunch, after she made sure I was okay, she gave me a ham and cheese sandwich on two pieces of fresh bread. She was a baker by trade, you see. And every day after that, when school was day, Kyrie would bring me to her, and Cecilia wouldn’t let leave until I couldn’t eat another bite. She was always looking out for me afterwards. Making sure I got my school work done, mended my clothes, and then when the Orphanage didn’t have clothes my size, she got Credo to get me measured up so she could get me several sets of clothes. But most of all…” he continued, trying to figure out why his eyes were getting all watery. Must be from the newly cut grass. “Unlike the rest of the island, she never judged me, never made me feel like I didn’t belong. I…” he took a deep breath, “I would have been proud to be called her son-in-law. But she never got the chance to see Kyrie and me grow up, to become a couple… Maybe if I had been there when the demon attack...” he trailed off, feeling a bit lost and alone. He couldn’t feel the same pain as Kyrie or Credo had, but there was pain nonetheless. He was surprised by a firm hand on his shoulder, and looked up to see the older man giving a smile of sympathy.

“I kinda feel where you’re coming from. My mom, she died in an attack too…she died protecting me from demons.” That smile vanished as Dante looked down at the gravestone...not this mother’s, the one beside it. “Our positions should have been switched” he murmured softly, grief on his face, “things would have been so much different, so much better...” Nero was perplexed. Was Dante wishing he had died so his mom had lived?

“Well, if she’s even half the mom you claim her to be, she’d probably be happy that you’re alive, strong enough to protect yourself, and others….” Nero tried to say what he was feeling, and it seemed to be what came from his heart. It seemed to do the trick, because Dante had perked up, and that mask of a grin was nowhere to be seen.

“You’re a good kid, Nero.” Dante said, and rubbed Nero’s head, laughing at the halfhearted scowl that earned. Dante looked up at the sky, the noon sun shining happily down. “Welp, I’m famished.... How bout we get our asses- I mean butts, sorry mom, back to the office and order some pizza. I’m pretty sure Lady owes me a couple boxes of them, for what she’s done…” Dante glared at her bike, barely visible from their location. Nero didn’t quite understand, but he’d never turn down free food.

“You go ahead, bring that bike back to her, tell her I’ll be there a bit later, just have to do a…” Dante looked down at the pair of graves. “A few more things to spruce up the place.”

Nero nodded. Obviously, Dante deserved some privacy, this was his mother’s resting place, so he turned to leave, his stomach already growling at the thought of pizza. He slightly worried he was turning out like the old man. Next thing he knew, he’d be having questionable tastes in fashion, and have a penchant for shooting old men in the head without explaining beforehand that the guy was trying to take over the world. Strange, he thought as he got on the bike, and looked back at the manor. It didn’t look as decrepit and creepy as before. Instead of a carcass of a house, it was a dignified memorial of happy times long since gone. A place that seemed to welcome him to return as often as he’d like. As he drove off, he remembered that he’d forgotten, in all the emotional unloading, to ask about the other gravestone….

------

When the sound of Lady’s engine had finally faded away, Dante let out a breath that he’d been holding in for longer than he thought. Damn Lady, trying to get him to break down and tell the kid the truth. Well, there had been a few close calls, a few words slipped out, but that façade had been maintained, with the kid none the wiser.

He looked down at the bouquet in his hands, and then at the grave before him. “He’s a great kid, like I said.” He sighed, “I know you’re probably disappointed at me for not being truthful, you were always a big stickler for ‘Honesty’ but…” he pulled out the single blue rose out of the bouquet, and spun it between his fingers. “Bad stuff happens to us Spardas. You, me…” he placed that blue rose before the newer gravestone, “Vergil.... I just don’t want that to happen to him. The less he knows...the better. He deserves the stability that we never got...” He placed the roses down, and knelt down, eye level to the grave.

“I hope, wherever you are, that you’re at peace, and that he’s with you, so you can tell him what I never could, that he was loved just as much as you loved me….” His forehead touched the cool stone, and a few drops of water splashed onto the crimson blooms.

“Happy Mother’s Day”

[enha-woodzies]

➸ CHAPTER 9 | " THE SPACE BETWEEN US "

starring: enhypen ft. i-land daniel

pairing: jungwon x fem!reader x sunghoon

genres: royal au, romance, angst, slowburn, 18th century setting

warnings: very mild swearing; brief arguments

word count: 2.5k

taglist: @serendipitysung (betareader) @en-sun @affectionaterainoflove @renkiv @softforjungwoo @jislix @gyeraniee @fluffi @stxrryemxlys @jungwon-luv-bot-pt3 @lost-lepord-beanie @hyunsunge @hooniecore @thenoceurgirl @thonkingdeepo

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START OF PARK SUNGHOON'S POV

I stood there at the side, leaning against the arched entrance. I never meant to eavesdrop in the conversation you were having with the firstborn of the Yang family. It piqued my interest upon hearing your troubles and impulsively decided to help you. To pass time, I guess… or to stall my father into giving me his magnificent title of a duke and have me marry some lady I don’t even desire to have.

Without any significant bargain in the offer, I suggested anyway with the thought that maybe this could help me look at myself the way everyone did before I made history with your brother. The physical bruises and scars we both afflicted on each other faded with time, but the torturous memory continues to haunt us. I may look fine around his presence, but he never had the slightest idea of how I curse myself every single night knowing I not only ruined him and his tender affections with Yena, but our budding and steadfast friendship as well.

I was heinous then. But I swear with my whole heart, I don’t ever intend to hurt you now the way I did with your brother. The moment I let myself drown in your alluring gaze under that brightly lit moonlight, I told myself I won’t take another girl for granted. Not just because I owe it to Niki, but because you were the first person who looked at me without judgment despite knowing your brothers detest me with the entirety of their souls.

I’ve been courting you for over a month now and I’m completely aware of the things we’ve agreed upon about the ruse; needless to say, one might catch feelings in the aftermath. I know this was all a show to give Jungwon a headstart for his own game, but why am I gravely pained every time his name slips out of your lips? Why do I keep myself up on most nights thinking about this lingering question of who do you love? Why do I want to hold you even closer to my side every time he looks at us in dismay?

I’ve come to know that I had myself caught in the middle of whatever this is between you and him; that I’m just the fuel to the fire that’s already been there, left neglected within time. But I can’t help but feel like I need to protect you from him; from whatever hurt he might cause you over time. Although I know my place in all of this and where I stand, it still stings thinking that it isn’t in your heart.

Why would it be, anyway? I’m only just a page you couldn’t keep; a filler in your romantic novel who had the part of the villain origin story but couldn’t fight your hopeless hero. Sadly, Jungwon’s five steps ahead of me. So much for telling the ton there was us in the making, but you weren’t even mine to begin with.

Your mother invited me and the Yang family for dinner a sennight ago. She said it was to properly introduce me as your husband-to-be to your family, that includes your lover’s sitting across the table discussing the recent blow from the Daily Tattle, which was, of course, us.

“Jungwon, dear, have you wished your friend, Y/n, luck on her future wedding with the duke-to-be? Need I remind you that she’s going to need some of it from her best friends.” Lady Yang gently nudged her son who was busy tapping his spoon and fork upon the table. “Jungwon here is finally courting someone, have you heard of that, dear? Lady Choi, daughter of the-”

“The ever famous cheese merchant of our city, Viscount Choi, whom without, we wouldn’t be eating this opulent cheese on the table right this very moment.” I finished, which made the two mothers impressively smile in my direction. Realizing how uncomfortable you become at the very slightest mention of Jungwon’s new lover, I figured butting in could end your agony; seeing that your man is stupid enough to not read the situation in front of him. He seemed more occupied with the utensils than your disheartened state.

As predicted, you excused yourself, and it went without saying that Jungwon followed after you as you rushed out the dining hall and out to your garden. Your brothers and his soon left the hall and went with their casual discourse on the parlor, leaving his and your mother exchanging wedding plans with the company of champagne bottles and cheese. I held my head up high as I walked into the library to reflect on matters that kept me wondering at night. Until Niki strode in, with a pocket watch in hand.

“Riki, I’m-”

“Save your breath, Your Grace. You’re going to need it in case you piss the hell out of Jungwon and he lands his knuckles on your pretty face again.”

“Why don’t you do it then? Can’t get your hands dirty for your sister yet you can for Yena?”

“Do not fucking tempt me, Sunghoon.”

“Too bad. I’d love to see you try, though.”

“And I’d love to see your little mouth shut, Your Grace. You’re impressive, but I’m sure you’ve always been told that. For a moment there you really had me thinking you were about to apologize to my brother. Turns out you’re still the coward that you’ve always been.” Jay walked in unannounced, slightly scaring me. He’s like a lion ready to hunt for prey, even though he’d just sit there looking unbothered. I’ve always deemed your eldest brother with veneration. All I did was drop my head low when he threw me those harsh words, though I completely agree as they embody me in so many ways possible. I hate it.

“A wedding, huh? Don’t you think you’re going too far, already? This ruse is nothing but a shame to both our families. Heed me while I’m asking you nicely to end this foolishness you’ve invoked on our sister.”

“Forgive me… but I’m afraid I can’t.”

Fortunately, Niki was quick enough to grab a hold of Jay when he was about to come at me. I must say this now before it’s too late, and better be in front of your brothers than your lover.

“I will take full responsibility for Y/n. I will be a man of worth to her and a word of honor, I will end any future causes of grievances upon us both. I will protect her from it, just as I’m doing now.”

“You’re doing nothing but stall her from her fate with Jungwon!”

“And how do you know she still cares for him? Haven’t you seen the look on your dear sister’s face whenever Jungwon’s name is brought up? Haven’t you seen that man strolling around the town with a fancy girl in hand a week after breaking your sister’s heart? I thought so. But you just want things to go your way. I’ll respect that. For now.”

I dashed out of the library after giving them a piece of my mind. Though I had planned to apologize to Niki, Jay’s words got the best of me. I headed towards the garden to look for you, but before I could have your attention, Jungwon already did.

END OF PARK SUNGHOON’S POV

 Jungwon rushed to the garden, following Y/n’s quick pace in an attempt to block out any possible thoughts about her lover. Basking under the bright moonlight, Jungwon grabbed her by the wrist, making her turn and crash against his jabot-clad chest.

“Y/n, please-”

“Really, Jung? God! You totally had me fooled that day when I thought we were having a moment!”

“We did! But-”

“But what? You can’t hold yourself accountable for the things you left me with so you squander your way with another lady? Tough blow, don’t you think?”

“Please, Y/n, I just need you to listen to me and-”

“I’m tired, Jung. All these years, you let me wait for you for five years just to have you run back and hurt me again. I’m tired of you making a fool out of me, and I’m dumb enough to always let you. Because I love you. I love you so much, it fucking hurts. I have so much love for you yet here you are, always welcoming me with fleeting bliss and leaving me with endless torment. But the damage has been done and I’m out. I love you, but I guess I’m going to have to leave it like this.”

“You still do?”

“God! I poured out my heart for you and all you could say was that? Jung, how can you be so dense?! I wouldn’t have let you hold me that day in the forest if I don’t love you! I asked you for a new start but you ran off and a week later you’re traipsing around Northumberland with Lady Choi! Right in front of me!”

“You were with that man that day too, in front of me! You look at him with so much admiration with your hand hanging on his arm. How do you think that made me feel?!”

“More than the damage you did to me? What a load of nonsense, Jung! And here I thought you already knew that Sunghoon and I were just fooling around to get to you.”

“Well, I’m here now, Y/n! I’m all yours now!”

“No, you’re not. You just can’t bear the truth that you lost me to him. At the end of the day, it will always be your pride. It always has been. I’m sorry. I don’t even know why I’m apologizing but I still will. This ends here, Jung. I wish you well.”

The entire time that Y/n and the young lord were arguing out the garden, Jay and Niki were carefully listening from the library’s window; Niki figured it was finally time to spill the truth to his sister.

Niki followed Y/n to her room, taking note of the soft sobs and sniffles she emitted. She turned around when she felt her brother’s footsteps trailing after her.

“Riki…” Niki was suddenly enclosed by Y/n’s tight embrace, dampening his jabot shirt with her tears. He returned the warm hug as he gently rubs her corseted back, feeling the constant huffs from her crying.

“I’m sorry about Jungwon.”

“He doesn’t deserve me.” The lady muffled against her brother’s chest.

“Maybe you’re right. And neither does Sunghoon. Listen, Sister. There’s something I need to get off my chest. Come.” The two entered the lady’s room and Niki carefully shut the door tight, locking it in the process. He sat atop the neatly arranged bed while patting the space next to him, gesturing Y/n to sit closer to his side.

“Jay isn’t happy with the sudden announcement of your engagement, and neither am I. But always know that I will always have your back, just like how you always have mine. I’ve seen how Sunghoon made you smile and laugh like how you used to with Jungwon back in the day. This day feared me but we’re here now, and I must tell you the reason why we’re all against him courting you in the first place.”

“Remember Yena? The girl I told you about in the letters? Sunghoon… he deceived her. He made her cheat against me, fed her with lies, and tricked her into thinking our love was nothing but a hoax. I saw them one day in his father’s garden, I followed them, curious enough to see how he made her happier than when she was with me. Until he kissed her. He took her first kiss when I thought we’d be sharing it with each other. And she kissed him back... like I wasn’t even someone to reckon with. Needless to say, I attacked him. The boys went against him afterward. Jungwon was there too. With all the lies he wired into her brain, Yena never looked at me the same after that day. And the many days that followed. She and Sunghoon just suddenly stopped seeing after the fight that erupted between us.”

“The thing was, sister, Sunghoon never loved her. He was young and didn’t want to let the opportunity pass, that’s what he told us when I had his collar by my clutch. That was the only excuse he could ever give us. The asshole that he is.” Niki clicks his tongue while dropping his head low, gaze fixed on the carpeted area on the floor across them. “Fuck. I would still have Yena if he didn’t try to treat things like we were playing a game of who could get the girl first. Thinking about the time he wasted on nothing genuine, Yena could have spent it on me instead and I would have had her here, introduced to Mother and the ton.”

Y/n placed a hand on her brother’s closed, shaky fists. Niki let out soft sniffles, trying his best to keep himself from cracking. “I’m sorry, Riki, I didn’t know. He told me it was all in the past and that he desires to make amends now.” Niki jerks up, eyes fixed on his sister’s eyes. “You’ve only heard his point of view, you never heard mine. Sunghoon’s made a whole record in university, Y/n. He goes around the grounds breaking hearts like he owns them. Girls would swoon over him and he would gladly oblige. What an ambitious, cunning little prick. And now he has you wrapped around his fingers, the same way he did to Yena.”

“I’m sure he means no harm now, brother. He’s been nothing but kind and gentle to me. He makes me utterly happy; the part of my romantic story where I used to want Jungwon to be consistent of.”

“You know, I’ve always been considerate of your choices and aspirations, sister. But I will not lose you to Sunghoon like this. I’m afraid Jay and I will have to be very uptight with you seeing him from now on. I’m sure by now you’ve come to understand why Jungwon’s scared of surrendering you to him. He means well, sis, Jungwon…”

“I will not settle for someone whom I have to spend a lifetime second-guessing whether he wants me in his life or not.”

“But he’s been missing you a lot lately, hasn’t he?”

“I’m afraid him missing me is far too different from him wanting to marry me.”

Niki only sighs before planting a soft kiss on his sister’s temple and fixing his fit to present himself back to the lobby. Y/n was left in her room, fidgeting with her fingers while anxiously biting her bottom lip in deep contemplation.

Sunghoon may have stolen her attention from Jungwon, but she had to admit, she never regretted it. She has felt safe with Sunghoon the past months they’ve been together. Jungwon did nothing but torture her constantly with every chance he got. Although they hadn’t been sticking around their ruse’s ground rules lately, she feared the time between her and Sunghoon would be up soon and she wouldn’t feel his comforting presence around her anymore.

Sunghoon may have gotten her used to their dilly-dallying that time apart from each other could make her feel miserable. Not to mention the embarrassment that would come with it considering she is foretold to be Northumberland’s next duchess after all.

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[lovelyirony]

that rhodeytony piece with the bots........... iconic. do you think we could have more of that sweet sweet mit era?? I just think they’re neat

Look. Rhodey hadn’t meant to build another robot. But Tony was at some business conference for the weekend, and Dum-E was just pitifully sad. If Tony had been there, he would’ve convinced Rhodey that Dum-E is a drama queen and acts like the end of the world is happening at any minor inconvenience. 

But why not give Dum-E a little sibling? This is how U comes to be, and he’s quite the gentleman, far more gentle than his big brother. 

Rhodey enjoys teaching him how to pick up socks and shoes, and how to put the coffee mugs on the counter gently, something that Dum-E is not good at yet, but they’re trying their best. (He has a stuffed coffee mug that they got from the pet store that he’s flung at every single surface so far.) 

-

Tony comes back from his business conference (which ugh) looking for cuddles, dinner, and maybe a movie date night if they can get Dum-E to stop trying to escape the apartment. 

What he isn’t expecting is for his boyfriend to be mediating a fight between two robots. 

Two. 

He stares at his boyfriend for a moment. 

“Rhodey, darling, is Dum-E having a...play-date?” 

Rhodey freezes. 

“Oh!” He says, grinning. “I, um...made him a sibling?” 

“And they’re...fighting?” 

“Well, for now. Dum-E’s mad because he didn’t get to put actual coffee mugs on the counter, and U is mad because Dum-E stole the couch blanket. I think U is really into decoration!” 

“Yeah, that explains everything,” Tony says faintly, sitting. “So...U? Like, the letter?” 

“Yeah, you like it?” 

“And you thought that it made a good name for what?” 

“Well, it was more of a placeholder, honestly. But then he liked it!” 

U looks over at Tony curiously. 

“U, this is Tony. Your other dad. We used part of his code to make you!” 

The arm bumps softly against Tony’s, which is an improvement from Dum-E, who tends to go full-force. (Although they’ve worked on it.) 

“So...” Tony says. “You think with U, we won’t need to look for a babysitter for date night?”

“No, we will. We definitely will. Dum-E hasn’t adjusted to a sibling yet.” 

“Poor baby,” Tony coos, patting Dum-E on the claw. “You thought you were going to be the only attention-seeker for a while, didn’t you?” 

He glowers, wheeling back and acting very high-and-mighty for a robot who just threw the equivalent of a tantrum. 

Rhodey looks at Tony, kissing him on the forehead as he leans over to lay on his legs. 

“How was the business conference, honey?” 

“Utter shit. I didn’t need to go, I was an ego boost for Obie to tote around.” 

“Told you that you shouldn’t have gone.” 

“If I said ‘no’ one more time, we would’ve had to have a phone call about my ‘five year plan’ and ‘legacy’ bullshit. You know that that gives me a migraine. Besides, he gave me a gift certificate to a fancy restaurant, so that means we get to have a good meal one of these weekends when you visit.” 

“Who said I would visit with you?” 

“Because Jarvis adores you and I think Ana wants to adopt you and force you to stay.” 

“You make a compelling argument,” Rhodey says, pretending to think about it. “I’ll...consider it.” 

Tony snorts. 

“And they say I’m the asshole here.” 

-

Two years later, Dum-E and U demand that they get a sibling. The dads are back home together (for now) and Jarvis has grown tired of reason. 

“They want a sibling, Sir.” 

“What, each other isn’t enough?” 

“They have requested many movie nights where there are siblings or groups of friends, and I think they want to, in a sense, replicate the scenarios.” 

“They’ve already done all of it? Wasn’t it them who got onto a plane for DC just because they wanted to see Pops?” 

“Yes, yes it was.” 

“You know, J, I still think that you helped them with that one.” 

“I most certainly did not.” 

(Jarvis totally did. He gets bored, you know? Besides, Colonel Rhodes hadn’t been home for three months, which should have counted for cruel and unusual punishment.) 

“Well, regardless of your guilt in certain situations, we’ll have a family discussion about maybe a new sibling.” 

Rhodey gets a text as he’s grocery shopping. 

hey, need to talk about family stuff. can you also pick up some more colby jack cheese? 

sure. what’s it about? 

your son has decided he wants a sibling. he convinced dum-e....

got it. 

Rhodey laughs to himself as he turns his cart around, going towards the dairy section. Of course U would decide something like that, it makes sense. 

- 

Tony is looking at Rhodey with a disappointed look on his face. 

“This is all your fault.” 

“How is this my fault?” 

“You dote on the boys too much.” 

“Oh, I do that? Who makes them Halloween costumes every year and hosts a party with all of the other appliances we’ve made over the years?” 

“Oh like you hate those, Mr. ‘Here’s-the-hand-made-Halloween-playlist’.” 

“True,” Rhodey says, setting down the bags. “Help me put away all of this stuff, half of it is yours anyway.” 

“We have a shared fridge, Honeybear.” 

“Tell that to your pomegranates taking up about two shelves!” 

“Only for now, and half of those are Pepper’s! They’re not all mine.” 

“Do you think she would want a say in the robot? After all, she does have to deal with U and Dum-E worshiping the ground she walks on.” 

“And she is the reason that Dum-E usually succeeds in his smoothie-making,” Tony admits. “Yeah, sure, invite her over.” 

- 

Whenever Pepper is asked what it’s like having to be a personal assistant to Tony Stark, she always wants to answer with something like “oh, it’s really fulfilling to help a company reach its goal and learn so much from my boss to apply to what comes next” or even “oh, it’s nice.” 

She got invited to dinner, and is now in a conversation about whether or not Dum-E and U, her boss’s children, should get a sibling. 

And the fact that her boss’s children are robots, have two dads, and think that Pepper is the best thing since life itself. 

“Why do they need a sibling?” Pepper asks, chewing on her pasta. 

“Because they’re bored, and we think that maybe we’ll stop getting calls from the fire stations around town that they’re trying to wreak havoc again,” Rhodey says. “They’ll want to teach the new sibling how life works around the house, and we can start on security measures.” 

“Can’t you just put a genetic lock on the door or something?” Pepper asks. 

“They’re surpassed it,” Tony says grumpily. 

“How?” 

“Don’t look at me!” Tony defends. “Look at Jim-dear, who is obsessed with true crime documentaries! They picked up how to gain evidence and use it for proof from him and Forensic Files!” 

Pepper puts her head in her hands. 

“Just once, I wish that we had a dinner to discuss a business proposal or something normal instead of whether or not your two boys need a sibling.” 

“Well, we are thinking about a daughter,” James admits. “And we wanted to talk to you about that.” 

“Why, because I’m the only female either of you know?!” 

“No,” Tony says quickly. “We know plenty of women!” 

“Name seven.” 

“Plead the fifth,” Rhodey jokes. “But you spend time here, and so we wanted to know what you’d want to see in a robot.” 

“How the hell should I know?” 

“You work for the best tech mogul in two hundred years,” Tony says. 

“Tones, you’re entirely too cocky.” 

“Oh shut up babe,” Tony says, no real heat to the sentiment. “Besides, I’ve treated you well, haven’t I?” 

“Other than embarrassing me in front of every single government official every time you interact, sure.” 

“You love it, they hate it, win-win,” Tony says, stirring around his mocktail. “But Pepper, seriously. What do you think about a third robot?” 

“Well, can’t get anymore chaotic,�� Pepper sighs. “And I think having a girl around would be...nice. Not as chaotic.” 

“You saying girls don’t bring as much chaos?” 

“No,” Pepper says. “I’m just saying that we know when to bring it.” 

- 

Butterfingers is born, and she is the most perfect definition of a “daddy’s girl” any robot has ever been. She wheels around with grace, although she can’t stop bumping into things and dropping things, being worse than Dum-E. (Which he actually adores.) 

She follows Pepper along in awe, and can be seen usually in her office. 

Curiously enough, the only time she doesn’t live up to her name is in Pepper’s office, where she handles things with grace and Pepper gives her little tasks to do, like delivering cups of pens to employees or papers. 

Rhodey gets her (and the brothers) little souvenirs from his time away, and Tony has an absolute ball of a time making them all costumes and taking a million little pictures that are hung up everywhere in the building. 

But perhaps the crowning achievement are the Christmas photos. 

Usually, Stark Industries will take pictures of their employees, put a newsletter out, and wish everyone a happy holiday and all that. 

But then the employees have an entirely different idea. 

It comes from one of Pepper’s assistants after she’s made CEO, Julia. 

“Why not have the bots be the Christmas picture?” she muses, restacking some of the papers Miss Potts had to sign. “They’re always around the office, and they’re the unofficial mascots of the business. I think it’d be fun to see their Christmas hijinks!” 

Pepper smiles. 

“Julia, remind me to add a little extra to the Christmas bonus.” 

-

Rhodey finds the idea to be the best idea anyone has come up with in years. (Although it just gives him an excuse to take more pictures of the bots during the festivities.) 

Dum-E is only too happy to finally be allowed within two feet of tinsel. (Unfortunate incident in 1998.) U is very excited to show off his understanding of symmetry and how to pick out the perfect tree, and Butterfingers just wants Pepper to tie ribbons around her wheels so that she looks “extra-pretty.” 

Stark Industries’ holiday card involves Dum-E and U at either side of the tree, with U gently readjusting one of the many ornaments they’ve had the bots make over the years, and Dum-E is trying to pull off a ribbon from the top of the tree. Butterfingers is at the center, guarding any attempt to unwrap presents, and presenting her bow-filled-wheels. 

Pepper has the picture framed in her office. 

[silkling]

Silkling, I really love your writing. Could you please write a TFA fic of Isaac and Bulkhead bonding over growing up on farms?

You know, I always forget Bulkhead grew up on a farm. But I would be thrilled to! I hope it’s to your satisfaction!

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Bulkhead was painting again. That in and of itself wasn’t something new. He painted a lot. What made this time different was that he was alone at the base. Sari had taken the others to something she’d called a “theme park”. He didn’t understand exactly what a park had to have to be called a theme park, but she’d told me it usually involved lots of things called “rides” and lots of games. He also didn’t understand how a ride could be fun, but then again he didn’t know what a ride was. He had a feeling that the way Sari used it, these “rides” weren’t the kind of ride that was defined by the dictionary definition of the word. She had also, helpfully, said that theme parks were always popular and the funnest part of the “rides” was the screaming. He had opted out at that point, being more confused by what exactly that weird park entailed. So, here he was. At the base, alone and painting with peace and quiet.

He rather liked it, actually. He knew Bumblebee didn’t understand, but it was moments like this Bulkhead found himself really getting Prowl. Stillness and quiet could be nice, sometimes. He was intending to do a big project today, wanting to take advantage of the rare peace to be found in their make-shift home. The others had said they’d be gone all day. He wasn’t expecting them back till close to sunset.

So when he heard a voice from the front of the base, he was rather startled. Thankfully, he didn’t ruin his painting as he jerked, and he sighed in relief before dropping the brush in the water pot. Then he turned to the voice, head tilting as it called out again. Oh, wait. He knew that voice! The large bot lumbered towards the unexpected guest, and as soon as the smaller form came into view his engine let out a soft churr of greeting.

“Hey, Professor Sumdac.” he said contentedly. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

The human had turned at the sound of approaching pedes, his gaze locking on the Autobot at the soft rumble of his engine. He blinked rapidly, not having expected the largest of their alien guests to be the one to greet him. He would have thought it would be Optimus, or perhaps Bumblebee. Still, it wouldn’t do to be rude. He may have had more humble beginnings than most of his wealth, but his mother had taught him manners and he intended to use them. Besides, Bulkhead had been polite enough to come out and greet him, even though he was technically intruding on the gentle giant’s own home.

“Good afternoon, Bulkhead. It is very nice to see you. I apologize for the intrusion, but I was looking for Sari. You wouldn’t happen to know where she is, would you?” he asked hopefully.

Bulkhead only blinked a few times, looking a little surprised. “She took the others to something she called a theme park. I stayed behind. Screaming for fun doesn’t really…sound good. I’m surprised she got Ratchet to go.” he paused. “Actually, that may be because I’m pretty sure she has blackmail on him.” he added, as if to himself. Then he seemed to remember the point of the question, and he frowned at the older human. “She didn’t tell you?”

“That she’s going to a theme park or that she’s blackmailing senior alien robots?” Isaac said dryly. “She told me neither of those things.”

Bulkhead smiled sheepishly. “Sorry, Professor.”

“Ah, don’t worry about it. I’m certain she would have found a way to the theme park either way. I do wish she would stop skipping her lessons, though.”

Bulkhead blinked. “I suppose. You’re very patient with her. On Cybertron, if a youngling consistently misbehaves than their creators wouldn’t be as patient.” he said offhandedly.

Isaac blinked. “Youngling? Is that your word for a child?” he asked. Then the second part of the statement caught up. “Ah, pardon me for asking, but what are “creators”? I was under the impression you are living robotic organisms, not built by someone else.”

Bulkhead hummed. “Yeah, youngling! I’m one, technically. Though I’m closer to being considered a fully grown mech than Bumblebee. I’d be considered the equivalent of a 16 year old human?” he said, running the calculations in his head. “Yeah, somewhere in that range. Bee is the equivalent of a 13 or 14 year old.” He was pretty good with math. His numbers were mostly right, or at least close enough for his point to be understood.

Isaac was staring. “You and Bumblebee…are not yet adults?” he seemed stunned.

“Nope!” Bulkhead was cheerful. “Bossbot and Ratchet are. Prowl is too, I think? He’s really private but I’m pretty sure he is. He’s older than Bossbot is, anyway.” he smiled, humming to himself. “I actually think Prime is only just considered a proper mech? Like, uh….between 19 and 21 in humans terms?” he tapped his chin with a finger, only just then noticing the open mouthed gape the professor was sending him. The large bot squirmed, uncomfortable. “Professor?”

Isaac snapped his mouth shut with a audible click, then shook his head. “You and Bumblebee-“ he cut himself off, shaking his head again before he kept speaking. “You are not yet adult on your world?” he repeated, still internally flailing over that revelation.

Bulkhead blinked. “Well, no.” he said, tilting his head. “Why?”

“Because if you’re still so young you shouldn’t have been allowed off the planet!” Isaac answered, his hands flapping with his distress.

The Autobot frowned. “Well, I’m close enough to being an adult that I’m considered capable of any type of non-combatant work. When I flunked out of the Academy that left space bridge repairs.” he said. “My creators were fine with it cause they were sure I’d be staying in Autobot space territory, and since they know how well I know space bridges they weren’t actually worried about me being in danger.”

“What about Bumblebee? You said he’s even younger than you!”

“Ah….” Bulkhead hunched his shoulders. “Bee, um. He doesn’t have creators. He wasn’t cold-forged, which means he wasn’t just placed in a protoform after Vector Sigma spat out his spark, but he was a abandoned at a Youth Center as a sparkling. A, uh, a baby.” Bulkhead explained awkwardly. He squired at the probing stare. “Please don’t make me explain Cybertronian reproduction differences. Ask Ratchet.” he said desperately. He did not want to have that discussion.

Isaac sighed. “Oh, very well.” he agreed. He didn’t want to make Bulkhead uncomfortable, after all. “So, creators…I gather they are the equivalent of human parents?” he tilted his head. “Would you mind telling me about yours?”

Bulkhead perked up. “Yeah!” he confirmed. “My creators were real proud when I joined the Academy. I’m lucky they weren’t disappointed that I flunked out. They understood.” his gaze went soft and fond. “I do miss them. I know they were a little sad I didn’t want to continue on with the family business like my older brother, but…” he shook his head. “Breakdown didn’t mind staying at the farm. I always wanted more.” he sighed. “Roadbuster and Beachcomber, my creators, were just happy I was getting the chance to do something I wanted.”

Isaac stilled. “Farm?”

“An energon farm!” Bulkhead supplied cheerily. “The farm was built on top of a really big underground energon spring. Our job was to extract it, purify it, then refine it into different grades and types of energon to be shipped out to the rest of Cybertron.” He shot a fond look around the building. “This place reminds me of the energon refinery on the farm, actually.”

Isaac blinked. “You grew up on a farm.” It was a statement.

Bulkhead frowned. “Didn’t I just say that?”

Isaac smiled. “I grew up on a farm as well, Bulkhead.”

The Autobot’s eyes quite literally lit up at that little tidbit, and he shot a glance at the small lounge area they’d put together. “Sit?” he asked hopefully. “I’d like to know about earth farms.”

Isaac nodded, leading the way and taking a seat on the himself couch while Bulkhead sat himself on one of the odd tire seats. “It was a dairy farm, primarily.” Isaac smiled. “My family raised cows for their milk and sold it to stores and at farmer’s markets.” he sounded fond as he reminisced. “We also made our own cheeses. I still have the recipes!”

Bulkhead tilted his head. “What happened?”

“I…” a pause. “I was always good with machines. I suppose that I, like you, wanted more. So I went to school for robotics and then, well…” he put out his arms. “Here I am.”

Bulkhead hummed. “…I miss the farm sometimes. Even if it was annoying to have to get up so early.”

“Ah, yes. Early mornings.” The human groaned. “I remember those. I despised them. Especially when I had cleaning duty for my morning chores.”

Bulkhead made a look it disgust. “Tell me about it. Cleaning out the energon purifiers and refiners was the worst job on the farm, but I always got stuck with it cause I was the youngest.”

Isaac hummed. “I remember the smell, even years later.”

“I remember the slime.”

He paused, unsure if he wanted to know. “…slime?”

Bulkhead nodded. “Yeah, see, when energon is being refined and when it’s being purified, the process involves removing unwanted contaminates or components at a base level.” he tilted his head. “The finished product comes out looking fine, but then it leaves a very thick, sticky slime on the insides of the machines that has to be cleaned out.” He grimaced. “I really preferred the work of extracting the raw stuff from the spring. It was really hard and labor intensive but at least it wasn’t slime.”

Isaac found himself grinning. “I was much the same with the cows. I detested mucking out the barn, so much so that I would prefer to do twice my share of the milking. That was dull work, but at least I could plan out blueprints for my projects in my head while I worked.”

Bulkhead found himself humming softly. “I liked the farm. I would have been happy there, I think. But…”

“It wasn’t what you wanted to do with your life.”

He grinned. “Yeah.” he paused. “I do miss the songs, though. And my brother, though Breakdown is probably annoyed that I missed so many calls. I miss my creators too.” he frowned. “I hope they don’t think I’ve offlined. I was in stasis for a while.”

Isaac softened, sighing and feeling something fond well up in his chest. “I’m sure they held out hope. Speaking as a parent…well, I don’t think I’d ever stop hoping if Sari were to go missing.”

Bulkhead glanced up, then smiled faintly. “Thanks, Professor.”

“You mentioned something about songs?” he asked with a smile in return, hoping to shift to topic in order to cheer up the green bot.

“Yeah!” Bulkhead brightened. “My creators had old songs that were passed down from their creators, and that they taught us. Whenever we were all working together we’d sing!” he seemed fond as he recalled the memories. “It was always really nice. When we were singing, I almost wouldn’t mind cleaning duty.” he shuddered. “Almost.”

Isaac barked a laugh. “I see! My family never had any songs, but we had recipes we shared and cooked together. We would all make dinner together after a hard day’s work. Those were my favorite moments of the day.” he sighed.

“Your parents must be proud of how far you’ve come.” Bulkhead mused.

Isaac smiled sadly. “They’re dead, Bulkhead.”

“Oh…” he reset his vocalizer. “I’m sorry.”

The human sighed. “It is alright. I have had time to mourn and grieve. And you are right. They were very proud. My father was proud even when I left the farm. He was happy to see me trying to pursue a better life. My mother was disappointed that I would not carry on the family legacy.” he sighed and tilted his head up. “But she did come to terms with it. In the end, she was happy for me and proud of all I’d accomplished.” He glanced at the Autobot, considering. “I own the farm now, though I no longer work there and I have far fewer cows. One of my cousins stays there when I am not to take care of the few cows there are, and I return with Sari during holidays sometimes.” he shot Bulkhead a warm grin. “In fact, I was going to bring her there again for the upcoming Fourth of July. Perhaps…you would like to come as well? I can show you life on a human farm in person.” he offered.

Bulkhead almost seemed to vibrate with glee at the prospect. “I’d like that a lot, Professor! And hey, if you’re ever on Cybertron, I’ll show you may farm!” he said brightly.

Isaac laughed, loud and free. He doubted that he’d ever see the alien planet, but the sentiment was still very nice. “I’d like that very much, Bulkhead. Thank you.”

Just then, he heard the sound of approaching engines, and when he looked towards the door he realized he could see the sun setting. Goodness, he and Bulkhead had been talking for hours. As the other bots stopped and transformed, Sari hopped out of Bumblebee before he did so and froze when she saw her father.

“Uh, hiiiiii, dad!” she squeaked.

Isaac sighed. “Sari, you should have told me where you were going! I was worried about you!” he scolded. “Come, we’re returning home. It’s getting late and I have the feeling you haven’t had proper food all day.” he said.

“But dad-!”

“No buts! The car is outside. Go, please.”

She groaned and grumbled, but after a quick goodbye to the others she obeyed.

Isaac turned to Bulkhead, smiling. “Thank you for taking the time to talk to me, Bulkhead. I enjoyed it.”

Bulkhead, for his part, merely beamed in response. “You’re welcome! I had a lot of fun! It was great to learn more about you, Professor Sumdac!”

Isaac smiled. “Please, Bulkhead. You can call me Isaac.” he said warmly.

The Autobot blinked a few times, and before smiling even more brightly. “Right. Isaac.”

Isaac grinned in response. The young bot’s joy was positively infectious. “I would enjoy talking further another time, Bulkhead. For now, I must take my leave. Goodnight!” he said, before walking out the door.

Bulkhead waved. “Goodnight, Isaac!” he called.

When the sounds of the human car had faded into nothing, Bulkhead turned to find everyone else staring at him. He smiled at his teammates, standing from his seat. “Hey guys! Did you have a good day?” he asked. Then he realized he had forgotten his painting. “Awe, scrap. You can tell me about it later! I have to go!” And then he was gone, hurrying to see if his art couldn’t be saved.

Even if it couldn’t, he didn’t mind. He’d gained a new friend today, and that was worth a thousand paintings in his optics.

Back in the main room, Bumblee could only stare after his friend. “Uhhh…what was that all about?”

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And there it is! I hope you liked it! I gave Bulkhead a family because I wanted to, and yes his big brother is Breakdown. That means his brother-in-law is Knock Out. Ratchet is horrified when he learns this. Roadbuster and Beachcomber are very worried for their youngest. They were told he’s dead but like Isaac said, a parent never stops hoping. The team is currently very confused about what they just witnessed.

Also, poor Ratchet. Sari will never let go of her blackmail on him. How does a child get blackmail on a millions-of-years-old giant alien robot? It’s Sari. You could tell me she convinced Megatron to agree to peace purely by annoying him and I’d believe you. I love her. :D Anyway.

Until next time, folks!