#but also not broken enough to be intriguing for someone to want to 'fix' i am not broken enough for someones fixation to fix.

[puppetlooselystrung]

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[redrobin-detective]

So I've been listening to my two favorite songs from Hadestown, Wait For Me (Reprise) and Road to Hell (Reprise), on loop for a few days. And on my 400th listen something occurred to me.

Orpheus was writing his song to "make spring come again". He wanted to "fix what's wrong, take what's broken and make it whole." His entire purpose was to write "a song so beautiful it brings the whole world back into tune." (From Come Home with Me).

And he did. Using his love for Eurydice, he was able to finish his song, his masterpiece. But the cost of his dedication to his music meant his love went hungry and went to Hadestown for food and shelter.

He hoped his love and his music would be strong enough to save her, a task we know was ultimately futile but we still sing about it because maybe one day it will be different but also... He did make spring come again. He helped Hades be more secure in his love for Persephone so she could stay on Earth long enough for their to BE a spring. He did take a broken, strained marriage and help them communicate, make them whole. He did bring the whole world back into tune when he sang their song and another pair of distanced lovers began to dance after so long of arguing.

Everyone else got their happy ending but him and Eurydice.

He did not fail, he just not could not imagine that his song didn't have room for his own happiness. It's a reminder that for every triumph there is tragedy, every repaired relationship there is a breakup and that while it may be spring somewhere, somewhere else it is winter. I don't know, that idea of mixed blessing tragedies in the story intrigued me. Because someone's worst day may be someone's best. And that is why we must always sing these songs, to remember on the bright days and to get us through the darkness and to know, someday, spring will come again.

[spikedsoul]

A Different Ending

(source: taka on twitter, 18+ only! seriously!)

here we are, the first of several writings for the 400-500 follower celebration! a new chapter of mwn is also coming out within the next day or so, followed with one more short and a request someone made ages ago!

Bowser heaved a deep, heartbroken sigh as he gazed down at the quiet piranha plant clutched between his claws; he was yet again sitting alone on a bench after a failed marriage attempt, which usually wasn't a big deal, but this one had stung much more than anything else in the past. He was in one of the most romantic places there was - behind a beautiful chapel on the fucking moon with the Earth twinkling in the sky above - dressed to the nines in a fancy white and purple tuxedo and his mane meticulously styled, as requested, and yet he still sat alone, which he'd been promised wouldn't happen. Or at least, he wasn't supposed to be sitting alone with only a broken promise for company.

Peach had lied to him.

Again.

He suddenly chucked the piranha plant away from him with a deep growl, his frustration with himself mounting as he watched the poor plant land on top of his discarded jacket. One day he needed to learn to just quit her entirely, and honestly this seemed like a fantastic last straw. The final offense to crack his shell.

She'd come to him so sweetly, as always. "Oh, Bowser, can you help me get Mario to chase me again? But this time let's make it a wedding!"

He'd thought she was mocking him at first until she went out of her way to get him a custom suit and everything. More than that, though, she swore up and down she'd give him something he'd always wanted - provided he knew it didn't mean she was suddenly changing her mind about him.

Bowser groaned and leaned forward on the bench, putting his face in his hands, elbows resting on his knees. He was so fucking dumb! And now there was a chapel full of people thinking the worst of him, again, when really the whole scheme was Peach's idea.

He'd sold himself out for the promise of a kiss he was never going to get.

The only small solace he had was that she actually turned Mario down too when the idiot plumber had gotten a little too aggressive trying to give her flowers… but honestly, that didn’t help heal the rage beginning to bubble in his heart.

“Excuse me…”

Bowser’s head jerked up, his lip curled back over a fang to warn off whoever dared interrupt him - only to see you standing there, giving him a sympathetic, dare he think it, pitying smile. He recognized you from the few times you’d gotten caught up in some of the shenanigans between him and those plumbers.

He switched his snarl to a scowl rather quickly and looked away. “What.”

In his peripherals, he saw you point at the piranha flower bouquet; he braced himself for a teasing remark about the only things willing to sit near him being aggressive plants. He didn’t have a reason to suspect that from you, at all, but that didn’t stop him from assuming. It was suspicious enough you left the “reception” to walk around and find him.

“Do you mind if I sit with you?” you asked softly.

He whipped his head around in surprise as he fixed his wary gaze on you. His brain thoroughly scrambled, he first nodded, then shook his head, and finally winced at himself.

“You - you can sit,” he finally managed, scooting over just a bit to make room for you.

You gave him a suspiciously warm smile and reached to pick up the bouquet so you could sit. You were so gentle that the quiet plants didn’t start snapping, even as you settled them back on your lap - and that was oddly intriguing to him. He shifted to face you a little more, his thick arm draping over the back of a bench as he forced a scowl.

“What do you want, woman?” he growled when you didn’t immediately speak.

You were quiet for a moment, focused on the ribbon on the bouquet, then looked up at him. “I’m sorry she did this to you.”

He inhaled sharply, his eyes going wide in surprise. His mouth fell open like he wanted to say something, but nothing came out even after a few tries. Just how much did you know?

You looked back down at the bouquet as you smiled again; there was something sad about it this time that made his stomach feel like it flipped over. His stunned silence clearly betrayed just how shocked he was that you know.

“I heard her talking about it when I visited the palace,” you explained softly. “She was actually sort of laughing about it. And then knowing she’s happy to let you take the fall, despite all this being her plan…” You shook your head, looking up at him again. “I just thought I’d come check on you.”

“Me–?!”

“Yes, you.” You didn’t give him time to say anything else before you cut him off with a resolute nod. “You’re the fall guy, always, but from the few times I’ve interacted with you, you don’t seem like such a terrible guy to me.”

He growled quietly, immediately on the defensive that anyone could possibly see him as decent… despite desperately wanting exactly that. But who even were you, exactly? Yes, he could read the little nametag pinned to your dress, and as he mulled it over in his mind, he could remember Greenie and Red Idiot calling you that several times. But who were you to them? And how in the hell did you end up involved in their shit sometimes?

“What are you to them?” he demanded. Instead of flinching at either the growl or his demand, you just smiled a little bit, catching him off guard, and he blinked.

“The brothers, I assume you mean. I’m supposed to be their secretary for their plumbing business, but it seems like I get dragged into unwanted adventures by sheer association with them… and their shop has been closed since the last time a certain someone decided to try and raid it.” You raised both of your eyebrows at him in an unimpressed manner, clearly indicating his recent attempt to kidnap one of the brothers directly.

Bowser rubbed the back of his neck and looked away, pouting a bit. He… sort of liked how you were so boldly challenging him, if  he was honest. You weren’t being abrasive about it, but you were letting him know that you honestly weren’t afraid of him.

“Look,” he muttered, “they just get on my fuckin’ nerves, okay? Didn’t mean to put you outta a job…”

“Well, I’m still getting paid, so it’s not such a big deal. Anyway, I also wanted to let you know that you look dashing in your tux… I’m not sure if anyone bothered to mention that, something else I think is a little unfair.” You sighed softly, like you really believed what you were telling him.

Maybe he could take advantage of the situation? Why not? He hadn’t self-sabotaged in fifteen minutes at least.

He pressed his lips together as he glanced back at you thoughtfully. You tilted your head to the side curiously, like an adorable, confused chain chomp pup.

Here went everything.

“Since you seem to be so concerned about me, li’l lady,” he started slowly, rubbing his chin in thought, “how ‘bout I take you out on a date, and I’ll tell you anything you’re curious about. How’s that sound?” He smirked a bit.

His smirk slowly faded as you seemed to actually consider his offer. After a moment or two, you smiled, stood, and gently set the bouquet back down in its spot. He watched as you stood in front of him; your hands came up to cup his cleft chin and his heart jumped at your gentle touch, his eyes widening at the bold move.

This wasn’t even remotely what he expected.

You smiled oh so sweetly at him, warm and inviting and completely unafraid. “Counter offer,” you murmured. He nodded dumbly. “I’m gonna go back inside, but if you follow me in I’ll call this a first date, and I’ll consider letting you take me on a second one.”

He didn’t reply. He couldn’t, too utterly shocked by this. You giggled softly when he didn’t respond.

“No pressure,” you said softly. “Not like you don’t know where to find me.” And then you made things a million times worse by kissing the side of his muzzle before promptly turning and strutting back toward the front of the chapel. His jaw dropped as he watched you go; behind him, his tail was wagging something fierce, knocking moon dust around.

That just happened. That really just happened, without him making a deal for it or anything. You willingly kissed him of your own volition. But now you were walking away…

Wait. No. You weren’t Peach - you had left the invitation open. He was letting you walk away.

…Was he fucking stupid?!

By the time he fully registered everything, you had disappeared around the front of the building. In an instant, he was on his feet and sprinting toward the front of the chapel in pursuit, skidding around the corner and bounding up the steps a few at a time. He ignored the stares he got from the few beings in the foyer, but it was hard to ignore the startled yelps from people when he rather violently slammed the door open with more strength than he meant to.

When he glanced around, all eyes were on him. “Uh… sorry,” he muttered. Maybe this had been a bad id–

“Bowser!”

His head whipped around shamefully fast at the sound of your bright voice and he locked his eyes on your smiling face at the far end of the chapel. For the first time in his life, he suddenly felt rather self conscious, but he slowly made his way toward you when you beckoned him over. His shoulders hunched, he held his arms close to his body, and his tail curled around his legs as he picked his way between the tables and guests; as he moved, though, a bashful smile settled on his maw, the tip of his tail flicking despite being wrapped around his leg.

You held your hand out to him when he got closer, smiling warmly at him. He was acutely aware of just how small your hand was compared to his as he took hold of it, but you didn’t look bothered in the least. In fact, there was genuine excitement in your eyes as you looked up at him. It made him duck his head in embarrassment.

“People are starin’,” he mumbled as he got himself sat beside you. His smile hadn’t faded, though.

“If I cared what people thought about me, you might never have met me,” you chuckled softly. “They can stare all they want; I’m delighted you decided to come join me.” You used your free hand to push a loaded plate of food at him, but he ignored it for now.

He gazed down at you; his tail slowly uncurled from his legs and began to sway a little behind him. “You really mean that, don’tcha,” he stated softly.

You nodded and your smile became softer, but more serious. “I do. Sometimes I’m a little too honest, but at least that means you’ll know I’m not lying to you. But I won’t just say mean things to be mean, either… just to clear that up.”

For the first time all day, Bowser chuckled. “I appreciate the honesty,” he rumbled. “This also means if you feel like things ain’t gonna work out that you’ll say somethin��, right?”

“Of course. Unlike some people-” you coughed softly and shot a glance toward a portrait of Princess Peach hanging near the altar “-I don’t enjoy playing with people’s feelings. Everyone deserves a chance, and I believe that firmly, but if it looks like we aren’t compatible long term I’ll say something.” You blushed a little as you finally took your hand back to start eating.

He laughed softly at the contemptuous look you’d sent Peach’s portrait. You really were something else, and though he wouldn’t mention it to you, he felt like already there was a sort of connection that he never had with Peach. He could easily see you turning out to be the one for him - but he wouldn’t hold his breath, just in case.

“I guess that means I’ll just have to enjoy every single moment with ya, just in case,” he purred smoothly, watching as your face reddened. Good, that meant he was back in his groove, and you were squarely in his sights.

To your credit, though, you kept your composure, sending him a sweet smile. “Well, aren’t you a smooth operator,” you chimed. “I kinda like that… confidence looks good on you.”

A shiver threatened to crawl up his spine, but luckily he managed to suppress it by the time it got to the base of his tail; he couldn’t stop the heat that rushed to his cheeks, unfortunately. Not only had you gone out of your way to check on him after this fucking catastrophe, but you also appreciated his lines and said it even suited him… he wasn’t entirely sure what to expect (given he’d only tried for Princess Peach before now) but he was starting to get pretty excited.

He leaned in closer to you with a quiet purr. “Well, how about we blow this joint and I’ll show you just how confident I can be, hm?”

You giggled softly in surprise, your face still flushed a lovely shade even as you tried to hide your fluster behind your hand.

“What, eager to get to date number two?” you teased.

“Or maybe I was hopin’ we could prolong date number one.”

You pursed your lips in thought as you regarded him, but after a few heart-pounding moments, you nodded, that beautiful, bashful smile never leaving you. “Alright, that actually sounds nice; did you have something in mind?”

What did he have in mind? Honestly, he wasn’t sure he’d expected you to agree so readily, despite all the signs you were genuinely interested in him. But he didn’t want to run you off already by being too aggressive or forward, or anything like that even though you just said you liked his confidence. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to do something a little more lowkey this first time…

He pressed his lips together briefly in thought before a wide grin pulled his lips back. Of course! It was so simple!

“Well,” he hummed, “how ‘bout some sky gazin’? I know a nice little place ‘round the back of this chapel, once we’re done here… We could talk and get to know each other a bit more before the second date?”

You reached over with a warm smile, resting your hand on his forearm. “You know, I think that sounds lovely. It’ll be nice getting to know the real you, the ones most others don’t get to see.”

Bowser’s tail felt like it was about to break the confines of the little foldable chair, it was wagging so hard. His heart was already threatening to break the confines of his chest just from your willing touch, but the gentle rub that followed practically made him swoon. If you kissed his snout again he just might faint.

Briefly, his mind tried to convince him that this was all some sick joke - but his gut told him you really were being genuine.

People were staring, not snickering, and there hadn’t been anyone outside to see you be so sweet. Nor would there be anyone to witness the second half of this date.

“Do you wanna head out already?”

The sound of your voice had him blinking back into the present. He had enough presence of mind to reply, “Thought you were hungry?”

You chuckled softly, smiling up at him. “I’ve eaten a little bit. If I’m still hungry later, we can go get something, how’s that sound?” You rubbed his forearm again, though did take the chance to get another bite in.

He nodded too eagerly as he put way too much effort into standing up like a calm, collected adult, forced to hold his tail with one hand to keep it from knocking anything over due to his excitement. His other hand extended to you, palm up in an invitation.

“Shall we, beautiful?” he rumbled, smiling warmly at you.

You placed your hand in his, a quiet, pleased hum escaping you as you allowed him to help you to your feet. Your eyes met his, and in a soft but earnest voice, you replied, “Lead the way, handsome.”

[bigfemboyenergy]

The Worst Crossover To Ever ‘Cross Over’ Pt.2

See, Danny isn’t terribly surprised with his predicament. And by that, he means that he is wholly unsurprised that he has to fake who he is. A fourteen year old kid working, in this day and age? Unlikely, he thinks. So he decides to pretend to be fifteen, what an easy fix. But that doesn’t help with Sonic’s side of the problem. Sure, Sonic gets confused for a kid, but..how old is he?

As soon as the thought surfaces, Danny opens his mouth to speak, turning to look at Sonic as they walk around, searching for a somewhat acceptable abandoned building or something similar to hide out in for now. “Uh, how old are you, exactly?” Danny asks, with little hesitation. Sonic shrugs; “Old enough to legally drink in some countries- why, worried about something?” Danny feels his face turn a bit white. Wow, his appearance does not match his age. With a nervous smile, Danny responds with, “Yeah, dunno if you could get a job looking like that. I’m fourteen, and even I look older than you.” Sonic coughs awkwardly. “I’m gonna have to work on that, aren’t I? What an unlucky day it is,” he says, with a yawn. Shelving that problem in order to focus on the most important one, the two continue to wander the streets, looking for something to temporarily call “home”.

It isn’t too long before they find a suitable place. Dark, dreary, just like everywhere else; but it’s far more exaggerated, and even dirtier than the rest of the city. Some old graffiti here and there, a broken window or two. Not too shabby on the inside, still has running water and an AC. It makes Danny wonder just how old this building is and just how long it’s been since it was last lived in.

Sonic inspects every nook and cranny of the building, as if checking for safety violations. It appears to be an old office building, with kitchen necessities in what might’ve been a break room, and running water in the bathrooms. He investigates alone, namely for “Danny’s safety”, he says, but it makes one think. The amount of spiders he’s killed seems to point to a different conclusion..but that’s of no matter.

After looking at every floor, Sonic finally decides which one they’ll be staying on. Something that’s just a cut above the rest, and also safe enough- the third floor, out of four. He waves Danny over to the cleanest spot in the spacious, main room, calling out, “Let’s sleep over here for now, since we kinda can’t clean anything yet. It looks a lot nicer here, away from the nasty corners.” Danny nods, agreeing in silence. It looks like they have a lot of work to do, as they both flop on the floor and try to sleep.

Danny, however, struggles to sleep. In an entirely new city, an empty building, with someone who he’s just been freshly acquainted with, trying to sleep on the cold, hard floor? That’s no easy feat, and he acknowledges this. So he comes to the most logical conclusion: why not check out the city from above, via Phantom form? In silence, he nods in agreement with his own thought, intrigued by his new possibilities. He’ll fly out and survey the town, enjoy the sunrise, if he’s awake for that long- try to make this place feel a little bit like home. Familiarize himself with it, perhaps. It sounds like a good plan, no? So he acts.

He whispers to himself, after assuring that Sonic is asleep, “Going ghost!” He transforms in silence. A little reminder of who he is, the whispers of who he was only hours ago, come to him via his reference of his beginnings. It gives him a feeling of determination, a want to explore. A desire to protect this new friend he’s found, and the strangers of a place he’s newly discovered. Slowly slipping through the floor, intangibly, he floats out of the building, making himself invisible so as not to spook anyone else who may be out at night.

In the night sky, he soars through the clouds as he takes in the layout of the city. It’s large, dark, and..full of crime, which makes a lot of sense in such a poverty-stricken area, but.. it has an air of abnormality. Suddenly, he hears some horrible sounds. Shrill, shrieking laughter booms out from a warehouse a few blocks away, his ears wishing for the silence of seconds before to return. Although he doesn’t truly want to approach, his obsession to protect those in need draws him to the source of the sound. The closer he gets, the more off everything seems. And..are those furries on the top of that building? What have I gotten myself into, he thinks, with an accompanying facepalm. Oh, boy.

Back in the cold, dreary office building, Sonic wakes up, restless. He feels terrible..he turns towards Danny, wanting to check on him, before quickly finding out that he’s not even present. What a fantastic day this has been. Sonic feels his heart pumping, ready for a run. He has to find Danny, to make sure he’s okay. Unless..he left of his own accord? Shit, what if he actually is weirded out by me..he said something about the unusualness of a guy like me showing up, didn’t he?! Sonic struggles to decide what to do. He knows Danny could be in need, he knows he’s young. And, from what he’s gathered, he’s a bit odd too, but if he needs help, of course Sonic should jump on in for him! They’re “partners in crime” now, aren’t they?

Despite his conscience screaming at him to go, he still struggles to make the choice. What if Danny really didn’t mean anything he said? But..he listens to that loud, desperate part of him. He doesn’t want to lose the only person he’s found here. If he can save or help this kid, someone who accepts him in this strange new place, that’s just what he’ll do.

So, against his “better judgement”, he rushes off, speeding around the town to find Danny. If anything, he should be where it’s quietest or where it’s loudest, since both are eeriest. As Sonic zooms off, going incredibly fast so as not to be seen clearly, he is particularly careful to check suspicious, disturbing areas.

Not long after he began his run, he finds Danny. But it’s quite the weird situation to be in.. cause Danny’s colors are inverted now? And there’s this weird bat guy a few buildings away, with some friends, too.. and a fucking..clown?! What is this shit, bad writing??!

[thatgirl4815]

Everything hits the spot except for sand. I mean doesn't he have enough to care for. Hell his primary caretaker is someone who needs to be cared for and he cares for himself. Isn't that difficult enuf. The urge to fix something that's broken, that has potential to be beautiful, i understand. But why love him...sand is confident. Then where does his need for acknowledgement stem from. So many options and he still falls for messy selfish problematic ray? I mean other than that face and an occasionally entertaining mouth he has nothing going for him. Ok fine the money and sex. And sand has definitely refused the former, the later I bet isn't all that happening at the moment. So it begs the question why. If they do get together what's in it for sand? Or is it the overall love is love stuff. But that means sand is one of the only person in this messy story that is actually in love. Not sure if i'm supposed to say ew or aww...

You raise an interesting question here, which is Why does Sand like Ray anyway? I think this question is so important because I imagine it's the same one Sand has been asking himself this whole time.

You're right, Sand has lived his whole life having to support both himself and his mother. Ray isn't particularly special—he doesn't make exceptions for Sand the way Sand does for him, and he certainly doesn't always treat Sand the way he deserves.

I think there are ultimately two parts to this answer of why Sand cares about Ray. Firstly, even though it's difficult being in a caretaker position, Sand has grown so accustomed to it that those responsibilities have become a part of who he is. He sees himself as a helper and provider, as someone others can turn to when they're in need. I’d argue he gets fulfillment from knowing that he's taking care of others well. His mom is grateful to him, and I believe he savors the thought that she's okay largely due to his efforts. The term ‘savior’ might be a bit of an exaggeration, but I don't think it's too far off. As you say, fixing something that's broken is a thrill in and of itself, so I imagine that factors in as well.

If Sand sees himself as a natural caretaker, then Ray is the prime example of someone in need of caretaking. Ray is reckless and immature in a lot of ways, not all of which are his fault. Even before Sand learns part of Ray's backstory, he consistently helps him and indulges him. Part of it is Sand's instinct to help people, but I think it's also due to intrigue. Additionally, while Ray has a lot of flaws, he's shown that he can admit his faults. (He's also incredibly thankful, which I think Sand values even more than his apologies.)

The second reason Sand gravitates towards Ray is because of their genuine chemistry. For how cruel Ray acts towards Sand later (I'm referring specifically to their fights, though Ray is notably drunk/high both times they've had a real argument), Ray is quite flirtatious and friendly towards him in general, if a bit pushy. It's implied in episodes 2 and 3 that they spend a lot of time talking and enjoying each other's company. I imagine a lot of Sand and Ray's relationship development happens offscreen, when they're just hanging out. Ironically, those quiet moments are some of the most important when it comes to growing feelings.

I get frustrated when Sand and Ray's relationship gets reduced to "Sand is a pushover and Ray is just using him," because to me that's discounting all of the actual relationship building they've done. Not to say Ray has not used Sand in some ways (then again, Sand also used Ray to get his revenge on Top), but for Ray to be strictly using Sand, I don't think he would show such active engagement with Sand's own interests. The clothing store, the record store, the concert, the club—those are all places that Ray went with Sand because he wanted to get a better sense of his life. He wouldn’t dedicate such time to doing what Sand wanted if his sole intention was to have Sand take care of him/offer his companionship.

You could argue that Ray goes along with Sand to convince him that he cares without actually caring, but there are signs suggesting Ray has been paying close attention (more recently, someone pointed out how Ray recognized the Freddie Mercury costumes in Ep8, while he didn't even know who Queen was in Ep4). To sum it up: I think Ray cares too much about learning who Sand is for him be a mere distraction. At first, this argument made sense to me, but not so much now.

We see Sand grappling with this question of why do I care?" a lot in Eps 5. In Sand's monologue in the intro and conclusion, he sounds almost perplexed, like he can't believe he's really carved out a 25th hour in his day for someone like Ray. We see Ray through Sand's eyes there, and it's clear Sand has this pull towards him that he can't quite define.

That's the other tricky part about this whole "What makes him care?" discussion…it can be hard to articulate what draws us to people. Their aura, their personality, the way they look at us, their sense of humor—all of these could have some role to play here, but I don't think Sand could boil down his interest in Ray to a single answer. The two of them just click. Add some deep discussions and a few fun dates, and the feelings develop naturally from there.

If I were to condense all of these argurents down, I'd say that Sand's care for Ray developed out of an inclination to help someone in need, someone he recognized as being a victim. Sand's smart; he noticed early that there's more to Ray's drinking than a college kid's bad habits. That inclination to help morphed into intrigue, and from there he got caught up in the thrill of being with Ray, enjoying his company the same way Ray enjoys his. As the audience, we've seen the worst parts of Ray, but I think it's easy to forget that Sand and Ray have had a lot of friendly interactions behind the scenes. We don't necessarily have to see those scenes to know how deep their impact is on the relationshug.

[topherwrites]

pls pls elaborate singing in the shower & spy au im so curious!! <3

"Singing in the Shower" is the tentative title for a shower sex jake fic with too much plot added in.

here's a snippet from the rough draft under the cut, 18+ only:

His voice takes on a familiar tone, the same one from flight school when he’d be picking apart why a maneuver didn’t work, or more specifically why someone else had failed at it. Like your inability to orgasm tonight is just an engineering problem. A little math, a little grease, and he can fix this. “What isn't working?” “Well, every time I get close I remember whose dick is in me.” He rolls his eyes, his voice taking on a bored tone, “We’ve established that you do not hate me enough for that." You stay silent, refusing to admit that you do not, in fact, hate him enough to deny yourself an orgasm. He hasn't done anything genuinely hackles-raising in some time, having toned down at least twenty percent of his dickishness, so there's less active resentment being worked out while you're fucking.  It's easy and fun being with him. Oh god, you like seeing his texts light up your phone. You enjoy his purposively bad sexts, that you're sure he only sends so you'll come over and fuck him to get him to stop. You come to the horrifying, jarring conclusion that he may very well be your friend, sort of. Fuck. Biting your lip, you amend, “Fine, maybe it's not that.” “I gathered.” He nudges you, “I can tell something’s going on up there, wanna fill me in?” “No.” You admit with a little sigh, “I don't know.” “Well, I'm tired, so we’re just going to sit here.” “Sorry, my pussy is broken today.” Your phrasing draws a little stomach-tensing laugh out of him, eyes creasing as he looks at you. His perfectly calloused palms slide up and down your thighs. His lips are curved into a soft little smile. “It’s fine.” “You can just…” your eyes focus on a water droplet on his collarbone, eyebrows jumping in allusion, unable to really say it, “if you want to.” He catches the implication; he can just get off and be done with it if he wants. Annoyance twists his features, his brow furrowing, though it doesn't feel wholly directed at you. “Jesus, I can feel myself getting soft,” he scoffs, “You're not a fleshlight.” And you actually can feel him start to lose his erection under you.

The spy au I'm currently working on came about mostly cause I saw Greg Tarzan Davis in the newest Mission Impossible and simply couldn't help myself. I also love spy stuff, I've always been intrigued by media that had spies in it since I was a kid. I grew up watching the Bond movies and shows like Nikita, Covert Affairs, Burn Notice, and Chuck. Most of which have a decidedly more pg or pg-13 tone than my au.

I'm planning on it being a few different interconnected series (maybe?).

All of their call signs and the nicknames for the reader are codenames in this.

So, an agent who was previously presumed dead, Spectre, she and Jake, aka Hangman, were partners and after her death he was never really the same. He's been on desk duty for the past two years.

Bob, an analyst on the team, was asked by Jake to put an indefinite facial recognition alert for her. So it kicks off with him getting a hit for her in London. The Operations Manager, Mav, brings Bradley onto the case, ordering him not to tell Jake about the revelation until they know more, and sending him to London to track Spectre down.

There in London, to play nice with a foreign government and give the impression that they respect jurisdiction, he's teamed up with an MI5 agent, Rook.

Shit spirals from there.

here's a snippet:

A last wet little gurgle leaves his throat as he goes still, his eyes left staring toward nothing. His head hangs back limply, red clinging to the corners of his slack mouth, the viscera of his throat exposed. Blood rhythmically drips to the floor. The pool grows beneath him. This sort of thing used to shake you, now you just follow a well-run routine, not necessarily numb, but devoid of the emotions doing something as grotesque as this should provoke. Violence should stir, you know this, you used to be stirred by it.  The first time you killed someone it was sloppy and panicked, you cried afterward. Mav sealed it with the stamp of self-defense, a good kill, but it didn't rid you of the lingering feeling of being damned. Maybe, the last vestiges of growing up catholic. You used to be a mourner, silently giving them their last rights, knowing the weight of every life. A witness to people’s final drawn breaths. Now, you're a butcher. You don't leave the blood for long, scrubbing your hands in the sink before it settles and dries in the cracks.

[m-o-o-n-s-g-o-o-n-s]

another day, another chronicle-

except it’s heartbreaking-

also i finally name dropped v-

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Word Count: 499 words

Warnings: major angst, mentions of a medical setting (mentioned, not detailed), very much hurt with very little comfort

Genre: Heartbreaking angst

Notes: This chronicle relates to snippet #13, so if you would like some more context, you can read that snippet first. Not required, but it’ll allow for more understanding of what’s going on. Also, the snippet related to this is a FLASHBACK SNIPPET, but this chronicle does not take place in the past.

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chronicle V - lifetime

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“I believe we are friends in every lifetime.”

And that was enough for the both of them.

It was raining outside.

Pelting drops, clothes that had been soaked, bones chilled.

V wasn’t sure why she was here.

It was Steve’s idea to begin with.

“I’m sure she would love to see you.”

“She won’t even know who I am.”

V had recently regained a memory from the past, one she actually hadn’t wanted to bury deep again in the dark corners of her head.

It was a pleasant one.

Laughter.

A smile.

Someone with courage.

“She’ll remember you.”

“How can she remember me if I barely remember myself?”

Steve had stopped pressing the matter after that.

Yet V was intrigued, the little hope she held sparked.

V only remembered the little she had seen in her memory. It seemed as though they were good friends.

Almost like sisters.

The doors to the nursing home were dark. A path to a life V wasn’t quite sure she could handle.

Too many memories. Too much.

The rain had started to make V shiver.

“Can I help you, dear?”

The doors had slid open, a young nurse standing in the soft light of the entrance.

V was hoping the rain would melt her away into the sidewalk, carrying her far away from whatever life she couldn’t remember behind the doors of the facility.

“I’m here to see a patient. The last name is Carter?”

A soft smile met V’s eyes.

“Ah. Come with me.”

She was fragmented in the back of V’s head. A memory regained, yet still filled with cracks.

Just because you fixed the vase doesn’t mean the cracks went away.

V was the vase. Cracked, broken.

Unsure of anything.

Unsure now, as the nurse left her at the door, gently opening it for V.

Unsure of what was beyond the door.

V didn’t remember her being so frail.

She supposed that’s what a lifetime did to a person, of someone who served the common good.

Of someone who was her friend.

Supposedly.

“Valoria?”

Valoria didn’t remember the last time someone called her by her actual name.

And her voice…

Warm.

Inviting.

“Valoria? Is that really you?”

Valoria could only manage a smile as she came closer.

“Just as beautiful as I remember my best friend being.”

Best friend.

“It’s me.”

Valoria’s voice didn’t even feel like her own.

“I’ve missed you. God, it’s been such a long time.”

She was crying.

Valoria supposed if she was in her place, she would cry too.

A whole life lived, only to find out your dead friends weren’t so dead after all.

“Don’t cry, Peggy.”

Peggy.

Valoria couldn’t understand how she was speaking anymore.

Frail hands came to grasp Valoria’s.

“I told you we were friends in every lifetime.”

Valoria did not remember this lifetime. She did not remember the past one, and she feared of being unable to remember the next.

But she could pretend.

And that was enough for Peggy.

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people who i think would like to see this: @hellothere-generalangsty @eyecandyeoz @monako-jinn-stories @chaoticvampirejedi @emperor-palpaminty

[hijinxensues]

EDIT: i did it

I very literally need ONE person to support this idea and i will write it as a multi chapter fic

OKAY HEAR ME OUT, HEAR ME OUT. ITS REALLY SPOTTY BUT I FEEL LIKE I HAVE A RLLY GOOD CONCEPT FOR SOME FUCKING FLUFFY SHIT

miraculous ladybug and cat noir type love triangle/square????? with donnie and reader (OC, maybe???).

Reader is half-mutant/whatever (think mirko from my hero academia- basically human with bunny ears and feet. PLZ IM BEGGING FOR AN EXCUSE TO HAVE A PART-BUNNY OC) but goes arnd w a cloaking broach to continue living as a human. Regular ass job at a coffee shop (because OF COURSE they do), has a weird customer has comes in late at night, can never really see his face but donned in purple- ALWAYS. They dont chat much ever and hes pretty much in and out when he grabs his caffeine fix.

reader goes home and hops onto their computer and plays whatever video game to reconvene with “bootyyyshaker9000”, some guy she’s only heard the voice of because his cam is “always broken”. hes good company though!!! and hes fun to chat with, so the online friendship continues. god forbid she admits to herself her heart seizes when he laughs.

donnie doesnt often use his cloaking broach often (why would he? Him and his brothers literally get by as “humans” with a “skin condition”), but occasionally he doesnt want to sneak around topside, (even though yokais are relatively welcomed after the krang invasion) and so he dons his cloaking broach to pick up whatever (parts? tech related?). he runs into reader on the street for whatever reason, he recognizes them as the barista from the coffee shop he frequents. Theyre nice enough, but hes never really chatted with them extensively. SO TRUST ME WHEN HES SURPRISED WITH HIMSELF THAT HE’D ACTUALLY WANT TO CONTINUE TALKING TO HER AFTER A FEW QUICK WITTED REMARKS ON HER END. they part without exchanging contacts though but both of them are honestly lowkey INTRIGUED with eachother. (Also head canon for me that bc the boys r made from lou jitsu dna, their human forms are asian- CHECK @/smallest_of_smol on tiktok to see their asian!human!donnie which this is literally inspired by)

OKAY IN THE HIDDEN CITY, reader goes around without her cloaking broach but does use a mask to cover up their face since they mostly look human. Theyre too-mutant for topside but not yokai-enough for the hidden city so she does hide away their features a fair bit. she never needs to really venture down into the hidden city, but she likes the pizza there (always takeout so she doesnt need to take her mask off to eat) and does find some use in the mystic trinkets down there too. RUNS INTO DONNIE, as he picks up pizza for his brothers at “run of the mill”. They knock shoulders and they both drop their pizza boxes. CUE THE SASS FROM DONNIE. CUE THE SASS FROM READER. they hate eachother from the STARTTT.

OKAY PLEASE IS ANYONE WITH ME? ITS A BIT ALL OVER THE PLACE AND ITS BEEN YEARSSSS SINCE I WROTE FANFIC BUT THIS IS SPEAKING TO ME. FLUFFY AND SMUTTY MAYBE???? SOMEONE TELL ME THIS IS A GOOD IDEA AND ILL DO IT RN.

[storkmuffin]

November 26.

I'm not good at being in my body or feeling my feelings. Trying to fix that, so when my sternum hurt & my chest tightened during my drive into work today I massaged that area. I burst into tears. Each time the hurt was acute, I patted and rubbed my sad broken heart, gently, and I sobbed.

This is grief.

The last time I did this, sobbing while driving, was when C died on November 26, 2018. Which is the day my friendship with B ended, in 2023. I have been marking the day every year since C's passing, but I think I need to mark it differently. The attempt to avoid taking a whole day to live in my devastating loss may have hastened the bringing on of a new one.

So now is my sad, grief-stricken review of events, in the hopefully not-futile prayer of not repeating this again.

I know when someone blocks you on tumblr you're supposed to stfu forever. But I just was in too much pain, so I reached out to say goodbye, and she was kind of enough to write me back with a patient explanation for why she couldn't have me in her life anymore. It was, in part validating - I hadn't imagined it, that the connection was real. But it's also a repeat of a pattern in my life, for which I may or may not finally have an explanation (Autism Spectrum).

I've had many a relationship end with, How Can You Say Something Like That In That Way? I Can't Forgive You Because You Should Have Known That Is The Line Not To Cross.

Except I don't and never have, until I blunder across it and get told like this in the post mortem, when it's too late.

I wasn't drawn to or intrigued by the new show my ex friend got into, but I wanted to follow her into it, so I read Treasure Island (which was like pulling teeth, because I didn't enjoy it) to get the context. I didn't enjoy the story and felt nothing for Long John Silver. But even so, I started to watch the show. I ploughed through S1 which was fun enough, and relieving to me because I didn't hate it. So I tried to please her, even though she never asked me to do this. I ploughed through S2. I tried to understand this character I find increasingly repellent and incomprehensible, because he behaves in S2 exactly like people I despise in real life, who have undermined and attacked me.

Meanwhile work got insanely busy, and I see now that with C's deathdate barrelling at me, I tried to outrun it by loading myself up still further with projects: signed up for nanowrimo (despite averaging 20K a month this year every month for my long fic), liveblogging the pirate show, working out more, setting up lots of dinners and outings (Nutcracker tix, Mom's birthday lunch, etc etc) for December, and so on. All this while trying to cope with the autism self discovery I've had going on since fall.

On Friday Nov 10 and Nov 17, I had especially bad days at work, not because of the work but from run ins with people. I asked questions that I thought were neutral but they reacted with rage. (Again, the Autism Spectrum thing, and what the lingo seems to call Failure to Mask).

On Nov 23rd, US Thanksgiving, we had a work outing, which I went to out of obligation but it was a loud games-night-at-the-bar event. Nightmare. So I just let myself do what I wanted and ended up sitting numb in the corner with everyone's backs turned to me. They didn't push me out or anything. They all wanted to do that, gather in a rowdy circle shouting over a game, and I found it physically unbearable. I really must be autistic, was my conclusion, and that brought its own fear and sadness.

On the 24th, I went to see a production of Medea, whom they portrayed as a woman who desperately tried to please her husband only to be betrayed, and found herself completely depleted of any inner resources, including her sanity, to help her cope with the aftermath. I wish I hadn't seen that. It was so hopeless.

On the 25th, I had a run in with my father, who picked a fight with me. I know his methods, but I was feeling so tired that I couldn't effectively resist his trying to induce a fight, as I have successfully routinely done for the past couple years. We had a blow out fight.

Then came the 26th, where I made a series of shitposts about the pirate show, which was by then a welcome distraction from reality. Except the show gets very dark in S2, and I had a sense I was supposed to experience an about-face on John Silver during the leg loss plot line and I found I did not. My tumblr friend saw that post, which crossed an absolute boundary, and she was done with me.

I wanted to avoid feeling sad, and the one way I know how to do that is to be busy, but the resultant overload just brought me to a new, completely unanticipated heartbreak. Probably, if I hadn't done the overloading at the start of the month, I may have had more resources to cope with the work outing and the fight with my dad. If I had just spent the 26th in grief instead of trying to avoid that pain, none of this may have happened, or happened differently in a way that didn't hurt my former friend as much, or broke my heart so badly. If I wasn't autistic, I may have had an explicit clear understanding of what the line was I wasn't supposed to cross or possibly, never even had the feelings I had. Oh, if only.

[ikkaku-of-heart]

@waxgentleman asked: ( Birthday Ask! :) ) “LET MEE IIIINNNNNN, nO, HYYYAAAA????THE WATER IS RAISING — GA AA NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE QUICKLY!” Loud metallic tapping resonated from outside the submarine, right by the tight sealed door; Mr 3 totally forgot there’s no keyholes to be unlocked, thus his sneaky surprise was ruined. Galdino stumbled inside safely; covered in seawater, ruined hair and one his lens broken. Showing how difficult it was to reach that destination on one of Miss Golden Week’s hypnotized tamed sea kings.  “Bleggggggggggggggr.” Galdino trembled. Throwing over a wax box he carried like a backpack on the floor. Both hands over the knees as he tried to regain his breath. “ Can.. can you believe it ? I was just—” He stops to cough more sea water to his side. “ Just I was reviewing some papers and there was this mark on the calendar, ga ne. There was nothing written but then he just..!!” Mr 3’s stern eyes turned stoic, fixed in a plain state. Quickly molding a big hat out of wax as he placed over his head. Staying in a proper pose, obviously mimicking a certain swordsman. Voice dropping into a deep and dry tone.“Saanna. Ikkaku’s birthday.” Quickly turned back to himself and melted it out of his head. “AS IF WAS JUST SOMEONE SAYING, OH IT’S SUNDAY GA NE! Frankly—What would I do If I hadn't looked into the calendar? ga ne? I didn’t even program a birthday card.” Finally, he opened the wax box, carrying out a yellow three layered cake. Placing it over the box as if it was a table. “Sometimes it feels like people forget how easily people die out there, ga ne. Birthdays are important to celebrate, you know, ga ne?” He pushes his glasses, glancing towards her with an annoyed expression. “I want to make it clear. Do not say a word of this to Bossu… I do not plan to tell Mr Hawkins I was here either. I do not plan to gain any favors because of that. Happy birthday, Milady Ikkaku. Hope to see you soon at Karai Barai. Now, if you excuuuse me.” He walks towards the door, trying to leave triumphantly but takes a step back after seeing they’re under sea already. Hands rubbing together nervously as he turned back. “—buuut I wouldn’t mind staying a bit more, ga ne. Fu ha ha ha ha!”

"What the fuck?" Ikkaku muttered as she heard the banging outside the door, quickly opening it to allow whomever was trapped outside in. Had one of the crew somehow been locked out? Law was typically good about role call before submerging, but accidents did happen, and she'd hate to lose anyone, especially on her birthday.

Death had already plagued the day of her birth as a child. She'd be damned if it was shadowed by mourning again.

To her surprise, though, Mr. 3 was the one who'd been stuck outside the Polar Tang, and he was now hacking up seawater all over the metal floor. Tempting as it would usually be to let the boys throw him back out, Ikkaku held up her hand to call them off. Throwing him out would be murder, which would still cast a pall over her day. Plus, she was curious about what Mihawk's butler and her ex's BFF was even doing there in the first place. Her intrigue raised further as Mr. 3 did a brief impression of his employer (because while he technically worked for Buggy, Ikkaku was certain Mihawk and probably Crocodile called the shots and signed the paychecks), which also had her giggling. That was, until what he'd said actually registered. Mihawk noted her birthday on his calendar? She shouldn't be surprised at this point, considering their odd friendship, but still, it was flattering.

And yet Mr. 3 wasn't even here on Mihawk's behalf. Or Hawkins' shockingly enough. He...actually wanted to give the cake to her as a gift of his own? That was sweet and unexpected, to say the least. A genuine smile came to her lips. Well, how about that?

Then a laugh bubbled up from her chest when the artist attempted to leave before realizing that the submarine was decidedly completely underwater. With a grin, Ikkaku motioned for the boys to bring the cake into the galley.

"How about we get you a towel and some tea while we cut the cake. And of course you'll be eating a slice, too. No arguing with the birthday girl. If anyone asks, you can say I force-fed you to ensure it wasn't poisoned," she added, slinging an arm around Mr. 3's shoulders and leading him deeper into the ship. They could stand another party guest, and hey, he could probably contribute some great candles to the cake for her to blow out.

[kathxsoupp]

In Love With a Fever: Chapter 4

William Afton x law enforcement ! reader (fem)

Omfg I'm finally up to date with posting this on tumblr as well as AO3 sorry for the wait HDGFNJJFD and sorry for this chapter it's kinda bad

Summary: Reader is a detective who was put on the missing children incident case, her person of interest is William and is currently investigating him.

WARNINGS: very graphic violence throughout the whole fic, eventual smut, slow burn, age-gap between reader and Will, manipulation, mutilation, broken bones, use of pet names, Will is obsessive, mentions of death, death and murder, there will be smut, a lot probably, I think, dub-con at some point maybe, fluff and angst, idk if I missed something just read with caution

Notes: This fic is also posted on my AO3, linked in my pinned post, I'm updating this fic every Monday and it's the first thing I have ever posted, so I hope you like it!

--MINORS DNI--

Chapter 4

He has never truly felt alive. His whole life he was hidden behind a mask. He couldn’t even remember the last time he smiled sincerely. It was all fake. Ironically, the only time he truly felt alive was when taking the lives of others. That’s what made him immortal. He took a few steps back to admire his masterpiece. Created with the hands of a monster, but still ever so majestic in his eyes. With disgusting, evil satisfaction he left the parts and service room and locked it behind him. Only now was his work done and he could sleep peacefully at night.

You stood before the door to your office, keys in hand about to unlock it when you heard someone come up from behind you.

"Morning, y/n." spoke a familiar male voice.

Your co-worker Timothy greeted you with a smile. He was always so kind to you and clearly enjoyed your presence a little too much. He was average height, had short blonde hair and was well built.  He wasn’t one of the people you were dying to talk to today, but you still chatted with him trying to be as nice as possible. You couldn’t say you disliked him… he just had weird vibes.

“Oh, good morning, Tim.” you replied. “Boss wants to see you.”

His information did scare you a little, but you knew you hadn’t done anything wrong lately, so your job wasn’t in danger.

“Did he tell you why?” you asked with raised eyebrows. “Nope. Anyway, I was wondering…You wanna go out with me tomorrow? I can take you to my favorite restaurant, I’m sure you’ll like it there.” he leaned against the wall next to you, smiling.

You were quite taken aback by his blunt answer and sudden change of topic. You weren’t exactly in the mood to spend your free time with your co-worker, but thinking about it, you decided to agree. It wasn’t going to be a date or anything, you just haven’t really gone out in a while so why not. You flashed him a fake smile.

“I mean… yeah, sure. Thanks, Tim.” you said, not wanting to sound too interested. You didn’t want to lead him on after all.

His face lit up with excitement. “Cool! See you tomorrow at 7 pm? I’ll pick you up.” He winked.

“Sounds great, see you!” and with that you were off to your boss’ office, tucking your keys back in your pocket.

You fixed your tight black skirt and white blouse you were wearing before knocking on the office door.

A “Come in!” came from inside the office.

You entered and closed the door behind you.

“Morning, agent. Please sit down.” He motioned over to the chair opposite him with a smile.

You nodded towards him and sat down. ”Tim said you wanted to speak to me?”

“Yes, that’s right. Look, I listened to the interrogation with Afton and I’m afraid it’s not enough.”

Your eyes lit up at that. You found that man and his work incredibly intriguing, and you were hoping you could maybe get an opportunity to ask him about the robots and maybe if you got lucky, he would even let you see them.

“So… you want me to contact him or…?” you asked, hiding your excitement. “Yes, that’s exactly what I was going to ask you to do.” he passed you the exact same card William gave you yesterday. You chuckled at that and took it from him. “Call the number on this card when you can and arrange a meeting with him at a place like a café or something. We want as many answers as we can get from him, and we know that the guy likes you, so he’s most likely to tell you anything. There’s no reason to suspect him really, yet. I just think, as the restaurant owner, he might give us a few more leads.”

You flashed him a grin. “Alright. What do we need from him?”

He opened a drawer below his desk and pulled out another folder. He opened it up and placed it in front of you.

“I wrote everything down for you here. Please get as many answers from him as you can. I’m counting on you, kid.”

You stared at the page in front of you. Your boss requested you to ask William about his family, specifically about his two deceased kids, his mental health history and something about Henry too.

You stood up, folder in hand: “Understood. I won’t disappoint you, boss.” you grinned and walked out of his office back to yours.

When you were finally alone in your office, you giggled to yourself like a little kid and sat at your desk picking up the telephone, his card in hand. You were quite nervous, but you reminded yourself that this is a work matter and not to get too excited. You dialed the number and waited for an answer.

“Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza, William Afton speaking. How may I help you?” 

His smooth, deep voice rang through the telephone giving you butterflies. You quickly realized you were zoning out and regained your composure.

“Good morning, mister Afton. This is agent (y/n) (l/n), I was the one interviewing you yesterday.” You heard him smile over the phone. “Ah, hello miss (l/n). I didn’t think you would actually call.” He joked. You rolled your eyes. He was clearly in a good mood today… “Actually, I’m calling because of something work related.” You replied lightheartedly. “Aw, what a pity.” He said with a pout. “What can I help you with, miss (l/n)?” “There are some things I need to speak to you about regarding our investigation. I was wondering if we could do that in person rather than over a call if you are comfortable with that.” You said while nervously bouncing your leg up and down. “Of course, I would be open to that.” “Awesome. Would later today at 3:00 pm at the Hurricane Café be alright for you?” you asked. “Yes, sounds good.” “Alright, thank you for your time, mister Afton. That will be all.” “I’ll be looking forward to it then.” He replied playfully before hanging up.

What the hell is he on about… you thought to yourself. You grinned and shook your head over his remarks and got back to your usual work.

[spooky-k1d]

in my bmc section of the autism rotation so here's some squip brainrot:

(j squip is jeremy's squip & r squip is rich's squip teehee)

-after r was deactivated he was released and thanked for his volunteer work at Sony, and was given an apartment to live in with a 1 year lease, 6 months of rent money, 1 month worth of groceries money, and also some extra money for any other needs (clothes, household items, etc..), and of course a contract to sign saying that he would not take any legal action against Sony for any damage — physical or mental — that may have been caused by the experiment

-after the events of bmc j is also given the option to receive all the things r did or to "move in with someone you previously already knew", so he decides to call up r and he agrees to let him move in !!

-j works at an ice cream store and r works as a bartender

-j sleeps in the bedroom and r sleeps on the couch because j prefers having more privacy while r doesnt care and will walk around the apartment dick n balls out

-j is incredibly fascinated with computers & things such as tvs, cd players, etc etc.. he can go on forever about the different parts of a computer and how they work separately and with each other. whenever he has some spending money he'll buy second-hand radios and dvd players, etc & take them apart and put them back together, or try and fix them

-j's love of computers is actually what had intrigued him into volunteering for the Squip Experiment at Sony because he was so fascinated by the idea of actually getting to be a computer

-for his birthday r saved up some money and took j to a really nice restaurant because despite r not liking fancy restaurants he knew that j liked them

-and then when they got home r told j to get ready for bed and then come back out cus he had a gift for him; a broken radio from the 1950s that j could try and fix

-he told j to get ready for bed cus he knew that he'd spend hours fiddling with the radio and he wanted him to have done his nightly routine before so that he wouldnt have to do it after at like 5am

-r falls asleep to the TV because he cant be alone in silence because as a squip if you were alone in silence it meant that your host was dead / unconcious, and r couldnt shake that feeling so he puts the TV on to help him be calm enough to sleep

-they actually have the TV on most of the day because it being completely silent is still hard for them to cope with

-j has a fat crush on r and has been doing his best to hide it until like theyre eating at a mcdonalds at 3am and r is absolutely chowing down on a McDouble and j is so overcome with love and confidence that he goes "R im in love with you" and r is so flabbergasted

-teehee they start dating and r likes to call j his husband in public because he 1. thinks it sounds much better than boyfriend and 2. loves how flustered it makes j

-j doesn't like being around a lot of strangers or being in loud spaces

-when j gets overstimulated he stops talking and him & r have developed a system to communicate with each other when it happens

-and then when they get home r helps j to calm down and help him feel better like making his favorite food, giving him something to fiddle with, helping him change into comfier clothes, giving him his weighted blanket etc

-if you couldnt tell already yes im making human j squip autistic because i am autistic and i love squip and thats all the explanation you need

-j loves wine because he is That Girl

[undead-merman]

I can't find the one where mc finds a harpy egg and takes it back to the brothers to raise (also harpies) can you link it for me? Thx

So the original post the asker no longer has their age in their bio so I want to delete the ask and post it here.

Poly harpy brothers with an abandoned egg GN-Reader SFW

Finding the egg

You have been on a walk through the tall mountain that you've called home for a long time now, and you decided to take a longer walk than normal. You head off the beaten path to a new patch of trees and cliffsides. You nearly trip after a big step down and tumble off the cliff when you grab a hanging root and pull yourself up. 

You find a nest and it's barely even held together. The twigs and moss are ripped and broken, and a few eggs that sit inside are broken. Most likely, eaten by something. You are glad that whatever it is did leave one tiny egg. 

It looked way too sad. You couldn't just leave it there, even if the brothers were the only ones allowed on this mountain top. You scooped it up and held it close and you made sure to go back carefully. 

When you get back, everyone is still out, so you make your way to the family nest and sit next to it and try to warm it up. 

When they came back and saw the egg, they all bickered and squawked over whose egg it was. When you reminded them that you're a human and told them how you found it and wanted to take care of it. 

Satan told you it was likely the egg wouldn't hatch if it had been alone for too long and Lucifer agreed, but taking a look at it, sure enough it was a healthy egg. 

Asmodeus was a bit uncomfortable with the idea, but if you wanted to take care of it he couldn't stop you. He couldn't think of an alternative anyway. He couldn't leave an egg all by himself. 

Mammon hated the idea. He tried to see if he could pawn it on someone else, but when you gave him those big eyes he grumbled and kicked his talons around before curling his wing around you both. 

Leviathan was scared, not exactly sure if he was responsible enough to help, let alone be around it without something going wrong. But you looked so happy. He couldn't take that happiness away. 

Satan was interested in it. He wanted to see if it would act like a human when you raised it. He was also intrigued by the egg shape and color. He'd never seen an egg like that and was interested in the type of harpy that might hatch from it. 

Lucifer didn't care either way. Just as long as you take care of it. If you couldn't, he'd find someone who could. It's a big decision. You better be ready for it. 

Beelzebub was quite excited about the idea of making their family a bit bigger. His feathers puffed up as soon as he saw you with it, and now that everyone has agreed he's already thinking of names for it. 

Belphegor didn't think too much of it but was happy he now had an excuse to sleep more. Warm an egg? No problem. And if it was with you that's even better. 

Taking care of it

Some of them have helped rear eggs before. Beelzebub being the main one, with Lucifer right behind him. It's been a very long time so the process takes a while to get back into. 

They take shifts watching over the egg with you. And with you being human they have to do most of the work. 

Lucifer just has it sit in your lap as he wraps his wings around you to keep you both warm. He reminds you every once in a while to rotate the egg gently. 

Mammon begrudgingly sits with it, grumbling about how he doesn't want to do this and how embarrassing it is. You can shut him up with a kiss or even call it Little Mammon for a bit and he gets attached. Maybe even to a point where he tries to take it from the others. 

Leviathan tries his hardest to help, but with how small it is, he's convinced he's going to somehow fall over and turn it Sunny Side up. He has you hold it and wraps you both up as he fixes the nest more than warms the egg. Yes, he's excited to see it, but how will he cope? You look too adorable right now. 

Satan didn't mind his duties. He took them rather seriously. He'd have it in his lap as he read and even had you sit next to him as he did it. He used the old candling technique to make sure it was developing correctly and even praised you for how well you're doing. 

Asmodeus is fawning over you, his wings flapping as he gets a good look at you. Oh you're just so adorable with an egg sitting all pretty in the nest. It's a shame you could make more with him, but one is fine for now. He cuddles up with you and keeps the egg nice and tucked between you. It's hard to imagine he's ever had a problem with it before. Now he's polishing the shell and kissing it. 

Beelzebub is brimming with excitement as he takes his turn. He ends up bringing back more food than he needs to, claiming it's for the chick. He sits with you. The egg in your lap and you are in his lap as you both hold each other. He makes sure to keep it clean and even gets a bit broody. He'll slap away his brothers if they are being too troublesome around it and finds comfort when he's around it. 

Belphegor doesn't change much. He seeks it out only so he can nap with the both of you. Tucked next to him as his wing covers it and holds you close to his chest. 

When they are all together, they leave a space for you and the egg, and for the first time since you've known them, they don't toss and turn. They lay perfectly still. 

Hatching 

When you're holding it, you can feel it wiggle and even a small cheap from inside, and when the others hear they all flock to you. 

The tiny egg hatches, and it's unlike any other harpy they've seen. They’ve never seen one with such an interesting pattern. It must be from a different land. It falls right on you and when it opens its eyes, it just cuddles up to you. Some of them are jealous but the others smack them for being ridiculous. 

The chick is perky and ready to run after a few days, and it follows you everywhere. It never leaves your side and the way it runs is almost comical with how it tries to flap its tiny underdeveloped wings to keep up. 

Your family grew a little. And while it's hard to adjust it seems like everything is moving along well and everyone seems to be happy.

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Gosh golly I’m so over the moon with your writing! Could I by chance ask for more of the Hero that protected the Villain’s sidekick? Maybe something with both adults discussing who well the teens handled themselves during it all or a good old fashioned ‘enemy tending their rival’s wounds’?

part 1

“I really can’t thank you enough,” the villain mumbled for the umpteenth time. As much as the hero had been surprised about the villain’s wrath, they were just as intrigued by the villain’s gentle hands.

The teenagers had decided to play video games in the villain’s lair and the hero couldn’t deny how jealous they were. They wanted video games at their base too—

“Really, I…They’re like family to me. They’re like my sister’s kid or something. I don’t know what I would have done if they…”

“Yeah, pff. A few broken bones are part of the job. I took them gladly for your sidekick,” the hero looked at the two sidekicks shouting at each other while they stared at the display of the TV.

When their eyes found the villain again, theirs were already fixed on the hero.

“I would rather drive you to the hospital. You look awful. And you are bleeding internally.” The villain took the hero’s hand — also broken — and slowly wrapped the bandages around their bruised fingers. “I know you’ll say know. You have all those guidelines and rules. But I cannot give you the medical care you need.”

“Maybe you can heal me with the power of friendship.”

“Fuck you.”

The hero grinned and thankfully, the villain tried to hide their smile too. An embarrassing silence settled on them and the hero didn’t know if they should let their face relax from the grin yet. The villain saved them the same way they had saved them a few hours ago.

With rawness.

“Why did you sacrifice yourself, though? You didn’t have to. God, the kid isn’t an angel. They can be so fucking annoying at times. So, why?” the villain asked.

The hero didn’t feel like laughing anymore.

“They wouldn’t have deserved it.”

“That’s it?” No. That wasn’t it. It was easy, god, it was so easy for the hero to hide behind humour. To make a terrible joke and light up the mood. To make someone smile even though their punchlines were bad. So, getting questions like these, ripped open ancient wounds that had healed messily. It poked at annual bruises.

“I lost my first sidekick,” the hero eventually confessed. “He was around the same age they are now.”

They nodded towards the teenagers.

“I lost him on a mission and swore to never get assigned to another one. But my agency had other plans. I wanted to quit the program but they didn’t let me.”

The villain had stopped with their fine handiwork. They looked the hero up and down as if they were an entirely new person.

“I didn’t mean to force you to talk about it,” they whispered. The only sounds came from the sidekicks playing their video game. “I’m sorry.”

“I guess something — some protector instinct kicked in. I didn’t get to save my sidekick. They were beaten to death. And I thought I wouldn’t wish that upon my worst enemy.” The villain was studying them and it made the hero’s heart ache to be examined like that. To be examined like the broken thing they still were. “I just saw the metal pipe the kidnappers wanted to use and thought about how I found him, I—”

The hero swallowed. The mantra don’t cry don’t cry shot through their brain. They weren’t allowed to break. They were the lighthearted one. The funny one.

They squeezed their eyes shut and forced a smile. It felt like betraying him.

“I’d do it again. I’d sacrifice myself for our sidekicks anytime.”

[illusionlockarchive]

In defense of Montgomery Alligator: An alternative take to a popular theory

As various discussions of Security Breach’s lore rise up, there has been much speculation on the haunting presence of Glamrock Bonnie as a character that is simultaneously stated to have existed in the universe of the game’s story, yet never shows up in the actual game.

Those familiar with this case will know that the rabbit animatronic was stated to have been fully operating at some point once before he was damaged badly and then had his spot in the band taken over by Montgomery Gator.

This, coupled with the evidence that Bonnie was last seen going into Monty’s Gator Golf, has led many to accuse this beloved alligator animatronic of intended murder.

But do these accusations go on undisputed, or is there perhaps another side to this story we haven’t yet considered?

You see, as I investigated some of the other message logs pertaining to Montgomery Gator, this particular log caught my attention:

"ERRANT BEHAVIOR REPORT - Monty didn't show up for the main stage performance again. We found him in the same place we always do, the catwalks over Monty Golf. We can't have a repeat of last month. Someone hit the hole in one and the hurricane bucket knocked him down. Both legs were broken and required emergency parts and service work."

Now, as you all may know, logs of this type are not uncommon, a more trained eye may understand these relate to hints as to how to take down the animatronics. Still, who’s to say these can’t have lore significance as well?

The first sentence itself is already very important to put our dear popular theory in check. Monty didn’t show up for the main stage performance… again.

As in, my friends, this is recurring. Now, why would Monty want so badly to replace Bonnie, and then after he gets that desired spot in the band, miss performances more than once? Something does not add up. Could it be it was never really this spot he was after, or maybe there is something else catching his attention, making him miss these performances?

Whatever it is, it seems very strange that Monty would presumably kill for this position, and yet is now avoiding it. Maybe because he didn’t kill at all? But let’s move on.

The message also states they “found him in the same place [they] always do”, which is intriguing to me because, again, it signifies this is recurring. How long has this been going on, and how many times it has happened is anyone’s guess, but it seems to really not be just a coincidence or an isolated incident.

So now we know two things: Monty has been frequently missing performances, as well as every time he has missed these, he has been found at the exact same spot: the catwalks at Monty’s Golf.

Interestingly enough, isn’t this… the same place Bonnie is said to have disappeared? So why is Monty returning there so often, to the point of entirely missing something as important as performances, which you would think he wouldn’t miss if he cared about them so much?

But then! Things get even stranger! Because not only is he returning to that exact same spot, when he shouldn’t be missing something important, but the message also states that this has already caused him to get knocked down by the jackpot bucket, damaging him severely.

And the cherry on top? It could happen again.

So why is Monty, who presumably would have killed for a position as bassist in the band, consistently missing performances, and on top of that, returning over and over to the last place Bonnie was last seen? And on top of that putting his own being in danger?

Could it be that, maybe, Monty did not destroy Bonnie like many speculate, but instead witnessed something, or perhaps was part of an accident which left Bonnie incapacitated, and is now reliving the moment due to survivor’s guilt? After all, if you witness your peer suffer a horrific tragic accident and then later get told that actually, they will not be getting fixed up or coming back, but instead you will be put in their place to fill their duty, it could make you feel pretty bad and guilty.

It may be that the reason he was left vulnerable enough to get knocked down by the bucket was simply because he was freezing up, perhaps reliving the moment, and it came down on him. And the fact that the message suggests there is a risk of this happening again could suggest he may be prone to seeking this out, which yes, implies almost self-destructive behavior.

All in all, there is no way we can say what happened for certain between Monty and Bonnie, but, personally, I think it’s worth giving this another look, because to me it really doesn’t read like Monty would have just gone and destroyed Bonnie like that only to start showing this really odd behavior.

Another interesting observation one can make is if you read the message that talks about Monty’s claws upgrade, which actually lets us know were given to him specifically so he could play the bass like Bonnie did. Here we have two important points of information: one, Monty did not have as many assets to cause damage previous to Bonnie’s destruction, and two, his claws are actually a direct result of him taking Bonnie’s position.

The message also goes on to add that when not performing, he uses his claws to cause destruction, so we know that, despite the seemingly innocent nature of this upgrade, Monty uses it destructively. But, if we combine this with the previous theory, it may be possible Montgomery is actually lashing out in frustration of being given an upgrade that was meant to belong to the peer he witnessed the destruction of, which makes his grieving harder to bear, making him vent out his frustrations through using the very upgrade he got to destroy things.

Whatever theory you choose to subscribe to, though, I do believe there’s something else about Monty. Another thing to consider before you go is that, the animatronics talk to each other, they interact, and even if Freddy is rather gullible, the others may not be, and I’m sure there could be some more hostility implied between them if Monty was suspected of such a crime. In fact, one may also suggest even the employees would have been more hesitant in giving Monty the spot in the band if there was a suspicion Monty would have gone and destroyed Bonnie, after all, it seems counterproductive to fuel an animatronic with a tendency to destroy the others.

Of course, there is one last problem that I’m sure people will bring up, which is the infamous easter egg of Freddy in the garbage while Monty performs with the band in the arcade game. And to that I say… nothing stops that from being seen as a cool or funny easter egg. After all, I doubt that the arcade games were developed by the animatronics, rather it makes more sense this was programmed as a cheeky joke by whoever made this, making it unlikely that we can say for certain whether this game reflects any actual will that Monty may have towards Freddy.

TL;DR: There is a high possibility Monty didn’t destroy Bonnie, but rather witnessed his destruction in some way at the golf course, and is now dealing with the memory and often visits the place where it happened again, freezing up so bad to the point of missing entire performances as well as putting himself in danger.

[uraveragelonelysapphic]

Another Love

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!reader

Summary: You meet Wanda at a grief group, as she’s struggling to heal after Vision’s death. Will you help her heal? Will your friendship grow into something more?

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: grief

Theme: Angst, Fluff

A/N: I have been working on this one all day, and I think it’s alright! It’s my first oneshot on this account, so please go easy on me! I hope you enjoy!

(Shoutout to @theloveclub-18 for the idea! I super appreciate it!)

“Thank you all for being so open this evening. I hope to see you all next week. Let the healing continue.”

As various people mumbled back “let the healing continue,” Wanda fought the urge to roll her eyes.

It had been six months since Vision’s death, and four months since she had started attending a grief group recommended by Bucky. She had tried to insist to him that it was useless but he begged her to try it out. Now, here she was, four months later, still feeling as broken as she had the day she watched the love of her life be killed. Twice. One might ask why she continued to attend the sessions weekly when she felt she hadn’t made any progress. Why had she spent 16 of her Wednesday nights at a grief group when she felt it was pointless? The answer is simple: the food.

The session always had a table full of freshly baked goods from Sugar, Butter, Flour, a bakery just down the road from the community center holding the sessions. Every week, Wanda would sit through listening to people talk about their heartbreak, and, when pushed to confront her own trauma, reluctantly share just enough to satisfy the facilitator. And she did it all just to have a few moments of sheer joy, letting whatever delicious creation the bakery had provided that week wash over her taste buds and temporarily take her away from this cruel world that had ripped her love from her.

Wanda grabbed her purse and made a beeline for the table full of goodies. She had been running late today, so she didn’t get a chance to grab anything before the session, leaving her options limited. There was only one cookie left, but as she reached for it, her hand brushed against someone else’s, causing her to pull her hand back quickly.

“I’m sorry-”

“No it’s fine, I shouldn’t have-”

“Please it’s all yours-”

You cleared your throat and shot her a sheepish smile before extending your hand to her.

“I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you.”

Wanda looks at your hand skeptically and you awkwardly retract it when you realize she won’t be shaking it.

“I’m Wanda,” she says hesitantly, her eyes flashing to the cookie, and then the exit.

You tried again. “So you like the cookies here too?”

She meets your Y/E/C eyes impatiently before sighing.

“Yeah, I’ll just grab one next week, though, I really gotta go,” she says, starting towards the exit.

You watch her leave, intrigued by the girl, before you snap back to reality.

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Wanda is almost to her car when she hears footsteps behind her and quickly turns around, her eyes glowing red.

You stare at her, wide-eyed, the remaining cookie in your hand.

“Shit, Wanda, I’m sorry, I didn't mean to scare you, I just wanted to give you this.”

Wanda sighs, her eyes returning to their normal color. She pinches the bridge of her nose. Remorse fills her face. Her grief had caused her to be angrier than usual, leading to her powers flaring up accidentally. And now she had frightened this woman who was just trying to give her a damn cookie.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have reacted like that. Thank you for the cookie. I promise I’m not always scary I just, I-”

You stopped her. “Hey, it’s fine. If I heard someone running at me in a parking lot in the middle of the night, I would be on edge too. I shouldn’t have snuck up on you like that. Plus, you’re...well...here,” you paused, gesturing to the community center the two of you had just come from, before continuing, “so I think it’s safe to assume you aren’t having the best time. I get it. If there’s any way I can help, please let me know.”

Wanda was at a loss for words. She had nearly struck you with her powers and here you were, looking at her with a gentle smile and no fear on your face whatsoever.

After a few minutes of silence, you awkwardly placed the napkin-wrapped cookie on the hood of her car, before stepping back and smiling at her yet again.

“I’ll see you next week, Wanda. Have a good night,” you say, waving at her before you walk out of the parking lot and down the block.

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Only, you didn’t see her in Group the following week.

After leaving the community center, you were about to head down the block when you noticed her car in the parking lot, with her in it. You gently approached her car, tapping on the window quietly in an attempt to not startle her.

She looked up at you with puffy, red-rimmed eyes, before rolling down her window.

“May I help you?”

Her tone was much harsher than she intended, and she winced at it, but you merely smiled at her, unaffected, before digging through your bag and pulling out a tupperware container of chocolate chip cookies.

“They had leftovers tonight, you want some?”

And you had shocked Wanda yet again.

“Sure.”

You reached forward to hand the cookies to her through the window when Wanda decided to take a leap of faith.

“You can come sit in here and share them with me, I wouldn’t mind some company,” She says quietly before adding, “I’ll warn you, though, I’m a bit of a trainwreck right now.”

You laughed softly before opening the door to the passenger side of her car and sliding in. You looked at her with soft eyes.

“Trainwrecks unite.”

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Wanda told you everything that night. She told you about Vision, about her love for him, and his for her. About how he was the first since her brother died to look at her like a person, and not a monster. She told you all about the sleepless nights, the nightmares, the desperate need for it to end.

And you listened. You watched her intently the whole time. You held her hand comfortingly as her body wracked with sobs. You were there. And that night, you didn’t know why, but you made a promise to always be there for the beautiful redhead with the lost hope.

That night was the first time since Vision’s death that Wanda slept soundly through the night. No nightmares. No suffering.

It had been three months since that night. Since then, it became a habit for the two of you to spend Wednesday nights following group sessions in her car, chatting about anything and everything. And Wanda had to admit, she was okay. For the first time since Vision’s death, she didn’t wish she could join him. She didn’t want to stay isolated in her room. She wanted to live. She wanted to show people the kindness you’d shown her. She woke every Wednesday with a smile, and you on her mind.

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This Wednesday, you appeared nervous as you got into the passenger side of Wanda’s car.

Wanda noticed this right off the bat.

“Y/N, are you okay?”

You start fidgeting with your fingers and look down at your lap as you respond. 

“Yeah, I just...I have to tell you something. Promise you won’t get mad.”

Wanda looks at you with a gentle smile.

“Y/N, you’re my best friend, I could never get mad at you. What is it?”

You took a deep breath and looked up at Wanda, before asking the question.

“I think I’m in love with you.”

Wanda’s eyes widened and she froze.

You tried to dig yourself out of the hole.

“Nevermind, forget I said anything, I never should’ve-”

“No.” Wanda said quietly.

“What?”

“No. I can’t. God, I could never love you.”

You felt your heart shatter in your chest.

Wanda quickly realized the weight of her words, and tried to fix them, “Y/N, no, sorry, I didn’t mean it like that, I-”

“It’s fine, Wanda. I have to go.”

With that, you scrambled out of the car and walked out of the parking lot and down the block, with tears streaming down your face, and your heart broken.

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Wanda couldn’t believe she had said that. The truth is, she didn’t know if she had room in her heart for more than one love. She had loved Vision. He was everything to her. Could she also love you?

For the rest of the week, Wanda was beyond conflicted. She knew she had to apologize to you, but she didn’t want to do so until she had sorted out her own feelings. You deserved a solid answer.

It was Tuesday night. She would see you again tomorrow. And she still didn’t know. She tossed and turned that night for hours before she finally fell asleep, you and Vision occupying her mind, per usual.

She was in a field of flowers. It was beautiful. She thought about how she might like to show it to you. And then she heard someone. Someone she thought she would never hear from or see again.

“Wanda, darling.”

“Vision?” She spun around, and there he was, smiling at her.

“It’s okay, you know,” He said. Wanda was confused. He continued, “The feelings that you’re feeling. For her. It’s okay.”

She laughed, “You always did know me better than I knew myself.”

Vision smiled softly at her.

“Vision, I love you. I love you so much. I can’t let you go.”

“Wanda, no one is asking you to. You can move on without letting my memory slip away from you.”

Wanda nods softly, thinking intently about what he said.

“Tell me about her,” he encourages.

Wanda smiles.

“She’s so gentle. And so stubborn. I almost hurt her when we first met but she didn’t cower. She wasn’t afraid. She didn’t look at me like a monster. She made me laugh for the first time since you...you know. She fidgets with her fingers when she’s nervous. She does this adorable head tilt when she’s listening intently. She’s patient. She’s kind. She’s...she’s everything,” Wanda realizes, awestruck.

Vision approaches her.

“You love her.”

She looks at him, concerned. “Is that okay?”

He merely smiles. “Darling, of course it’s okay. She sounds wonderful. You deserve her. You deserve love, even if it isn’t with me. You deserve happiness.”

Wanda grabs his hands. “Thank you, Vision. For your love. I think it will always be a part of me. But I’m ready to move on. I love her. I’m ready.”

Vision squeezes her hands gently. “That you are, Wanda. I’ll always love you. Now go. Go to her.”

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Wanda shot up, breathing deeply. This time, she only had one person on her mind: you. “I love her,” she whispers softly to herself. She smiles, but it quickly fades when she remembers the words she said to you last week. She had to make this right.

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She arrived at Group early, noticing with a frown that the snack table was empty. She knew she would need some baked goods to give her the courage to approach you, so she approached the facilitator, Mindy, and cleared her throat to get Mindy’s attention.

“Um, hello, ma’am, I was just wondering where the goodies are? They’re usually here by now,” she said.

Mindy smiled at the girl. “I’m sorry, dear, but there won’t be any baked goods today. Y/N called me earlier, and told me she wouldn’t be able to make it.”

“Y/N? What does she have to do with-” Wanda pauses. Holy shit. You were the owner of Sugar, Butter, Flour. You had been the one making the goodies that fueled her to keep attending the group. You had been the provider of her temporary escape from the world. You did that. It truly was always you. She had to find you.

“Are you alright, dear?” Mindy asked.

Wanda shook her head. “No, there’s something I need to do. Thank you for your help, ma’am.” And with that, she sprinted out the door, got into her car, and pulled out of the parking lot.

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Wanda didn’t know where she was going. She just knew she had to find you. And then it started raining. No, not just raining. Pouring. This made it incredibly hard for Wanda to see where she was going, but she was determined.

As she drove, she realized something. She had told you everything about herself. You had listened, asked questions. But she never once asked about you. Hell, she didn’t even know you baked for a living until 15 minutes ago. She didn’t even know why you attended the grief group.

She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn’t realize she had driven all the way to the park at the edge of town, until she saw you. You were sitting on a bench, in the pouring rain, sobbing and shaking. Her heart broke at the sight. She quietly got out of her car.

“Y/N?” She called your name softly, approaching you with caution.

Your head snapped up.

“Wanda?”

She smiled weakly at you, and suddenly your eyes filled with more tears as you began to shake again.

“I tried to go to Group and act like everything was normal, I really tried, Wanda, but I just couldn’t, I’m sorry, I’m so-”

Wanda rushed over to you, engulfing you in a hug, holding you tightly as you sobbed.

“It’s okay, malyshka, it’s alright. You didn’t do anything wrong. Breathe, sweet girl. I’m here. I’m right here, I promise.”

She continued to hold you and speak comforting words to you for what felt like hours, until your sobs eventually died down, and you pulled away, sniffling. You looked up at the sky as if just remembering it was pouring, before standing up from the bench.

“Sorry about that. We should probably go inside, it’s pouring, and I don’t want you to-”

“I love you,” Wanda blurted out, leaving you speechless. She stood up and took your hands, mentally breathing a sigh of relief when you don't pull away. “I’m in love with you. I’m so sorry for not admitting it to myself, or you, sooner. Me saying that I could never love you? That was the grief speaking. I shouldn’t have let it control me like that. And I’m done. I’m done letting it control me. The truth is, anyone would be lucky to love you. And I do. I love you. I love your smile, I love your kind heart. I love your baked treats, which, by the way, I just learned were yours about an hour ago,” She says, and you let out a wet laugh. “I shouldn’t have said those things,” She continued, “It was wrong. I’m in love with you. And I understand if you don’t want to give me a second chance, because-”

You cut her off by smashing your lips against hers, and without hesitation, she kissed back, her arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you impossibly closer. The two of you only pulled away when you let out a violent shiver because of the rain. She looked at you concerned, but you merely laughed, pulling her in for another kiss.

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“Detka, I’m home!” Wanda called out, wondering where you were. Her questions were answered when a delicious smell hit her. She walked into the kitchen and smiled adoringly at you. You were moving around the kitchen, flour in your hair, and batter all over your clothes, completely in your own little world.

“Detka,” Wanda tries again, and you spin around, holding a spatula out in front of you as a form of defense.

“Shit, Wanda, sorry, you scared me!” You said, breathing a sigh of relief.

“My how the tables have turned,” she says teasingly, before removing the spatula from your hand and licking it.

“Wanda,” you pouted, “I was using that! Now I have to wash it!”

Wanda kissed the pout off of your face, before smiling at you triumphantly at doing so.

“Or, you could stop baking for the night and come cuddle with me and watch Bewitched,” she suggested, giving you those adorable puppy dog eyes.

You rolled your eyes playfully. “You know I can’t resist that face. Okay. Give me 10 minutes to get showered and then I’ll join you on the couch.”

“I’ll be counting!” She called as you made your way to the bathroom.

It had been 5 years since that night in the rain, and as she sat down on the couch, gazing down at the wedding band that adorned her left hand, she still couldn’t believe how she had gotten so lucky to find another love. You were beautiful, kind, and patient, and she loved you with every ounce of her heart.

“What are you thinking about, pretty girl?” You asked with a smile, before settling down next to her on the couch and curling into her side.

“You. It’s always you,” she replied, kissing your temple.

You smile lovingly at her. “I love you, Wanda.”

“And I love you, beautiful girl.”

And as the two of you sat there, snuggled up, and watched Bewitched, both of you were so grateful that Wanda had made room for another love.