#that's my emotional support multiverse :(

[yellowumbrella134]

Hear ye! Hear ye! Local area black cat upsets golden retriever gf. Y'all see the vision though right?

Bonus!

And yes, yes I will die on this hill.

[intotheelliwoods]

hey @last-hourglass I turned your funny joke into hurt/comfort

Based off this post! <- go check it out :)

Anyways, it might take him some time to get used to being around Havoc

[hxzelwallflower]

"I care" from everett !

@wcpcsh asked: Send a "I care" to see my muse's reaction. ( Everett ) - - - - - - - - - - - -

The subtle lean opts to further press her face in the crook of his shoulder . No matter how much she fought , old habits die hard suppressing negative emotions , only realizing the extent of how long she'd been doing so when it all finally comes to a head .

It's embarrassing , crying in front of him . And yet a relief . . . knowing Donald wouldn't be the one to see her crumble .

[intotheelliwoods]

LMAOSKDO TEEJ I LOVE THIS DEARLY YOU HAVE NO IDEA the leos just sip their cucumber gatorade and enjoy the show LMAO

2AL gets Havoc rights for being one of few Future Leos who is actually nice to his yougner self pfft

Discord shenanigans led to me wondering what it would look like if Havoc and LH Little Leo met @elliwoods’s 2AL duo and well

He’s gonna be fine but I think Big Leo might have some mild new traumas to overcome after the giant Ninpo fox has a little fun terrorizing him while LH Leo sips his fancy gatorade and laughs at his misery <3

[dcxdpdabbles]

Holiday request: child support

John is in a meeting with the Justice League when Clockwork comes knocking. It's a regular update on security and safety procedures, the kind of boring stuff John would have customarily skipped out on, except that this meeting also covers how to provide younger teams support.

Teams that his son was a part of. If Danny was ever on a mission, that could have ended in him passing simply because some wanker didn't know how to find him or how to help him in time?

So here was John, half slumped over his chair as Batman droned about procedures and policies. He had barely gotten through Wonder Woman's long lecture on support combat.

He was thinking of grabbing a coffee- John's been working on his drinking after making a promise to try and get sober for his son- so he was replacing the urge for alcohol with coffee. It was one of the hardest things he's ever done.

Thankfully, he knows some spells that help with withdrawals. It's better than the alternative, even if some days are shitter than others.

"Hello, Johnny," Coos, the Ancient being of Time, flouting before him in his human form. John can feel every hero's jaw drop even as he smiles awkwardly at the other parent of his child.

"Clockwork." He greets, eyes taking in the gorgeous features of Time. He nods his head towards the bag, flouting by Clockwork. "Lovely to see you as always. Got a gift for me?"

"Hmm." Clockwork flouts down, landing on his feet and surveying the room. His pure red eyes sparkled in amusement as the awestruck members of the Justice League. Even Batman seemed momently thrown- though if that was because of Clockwork's beauty or the insane amount of power pushing down on all their souls was anyone's guess.

"I've come to spend a weekend with my son. And you, I suppose, if you do not mind housing me." Clockwork says, at last, patting the bag. John feels his mouth go dry. Yes, he slept with Acient before and wouldn't be opposed to another round, but Clockwork wasn't his average ex.

Clockwork held the entire multiverse at the tip of his fingers, suspended on his amusement, and it could all be destroyed with a mere snap from the other. If he found disproved of even the slightest thing about how John was raising Danny, he could kill billions of people, or worse, he could take Danny away.

John feels cold dread grip his heart even as he laughs. "Of course, I can house you. I hope you won't find being in the human world too much hassle."

"Oh no. I have the perfect disguise to blend in with the humans." Clockwork assures, pulling out a pair of fetching glasses and a white cane. He places them on his head and taps his stick on the ground before grinning. John finds himself instantly spotting the same cocky curve to Danny's own grin, and his heart swells.

"Now, where is my boy? It's been years since I last saw him." Clockwork pauses before shrugging his head. "Or it's only been nine months in this realm. Still a long time for my son."

The Ancient snaps his fingers, ripping a portal open to the front of Danny's school. He offers his arm to the blond man, nodding toward Gotham Academy. The soft ring of the dismissal bells rings as students start pouring out of the front door in drones. Classes for the day have just ended.

"Come along, Johnny. Guide me." John shoots the Leauge an apologetic smile, knowing they will understand how important this visit is. He loops his arm through Clockwork, while heaving the man's bag over his other shoulder. The soft tapping of Clockwork's cane on the ground is the portal's only sound before it slams closed.

It cuts off the explosion of noise the Leauge makes, but with all those overlapping voices, John has no idea who said what.

Danny walks out of the school with Damian, Jon, and Colin, laughing and beaming at the younger boys. Clockwork pauses for a few seconds before he beams.

"You're doing a great job, Johnny." The Ancient says just as Danny's gaze locks on them. His face fumbles with ripples of emotion before lighting up in glee. He races towards them with a gutted shout, "Father!"

Clockwork opens his arms just as Danny slams into him. John steps back, but the Ancient grabs the sleeve of his trench coat and drags him into the hug.

"A really great job." The non-human whispers into John's ear. He feels a soft caress against his magic as if Clockwork was brushing the hair out of his face. His heart flutters softly, even as Danny beams at them, and various teenagers panic at his boy's beauty.

Something tells John that having his ex visiting won't be as bad as he initially thought.

[claramelooo]

CRIMSON REVERIE

Hey!! What's up?

So, I think this chapter will break the expectations of some of you... But that's what I'm here, right? To surpriseeee you!

Taste it <3

Pairing: Dark!Witch Wanda x Fem Reader

MINORS DO NOT MUST INTERACT

Summary: For the first time, the witch feels helpless around you and you notice it.

Read here: Prologue | Envy

MULTIVERSAL ANCHOR

The sunlight filtered softly through the curtains, bathing the room in a golden glow. Wanda slowly woke, her eyes opening with some difficulty. Her mind was still foggy from the night before—the memories of the battle, the victory, the moment when she claimed that place for herself.

And then, she felt it.

You were by her side.

Her arm rested lazily on her protruding belly, her fingers intertwined with yours, as if the gesture were natural. The warmth of your body radiated towards her, while the comfortable weight of your leg lay on her thighs.

Wanda held her breath for a moment, completely still. Is this what she feels every day?

She shifted her gaze to you, watching the softness of your sleeping expression. Your lips were slightly parted, your hair messily framing your face. There was something so... vulnerable about you in this state, and it stirred something within Wanda that she wasn’t ready to admit.

Her gaze instinctively shifted to your belly, pressed against hers. The rounded volume was impossible to ignore. The idea that you were carrying her daughter—your daughter—stirred something within her.

But that’s not why I’m here, she reminded herself, closing her eyes and trying to push the thoughts away. I’m here for the boys. For my children. Not for her. Never for her.

Mornings with her Wanda usually involved small routines you’d built together. She used to kiss your belly first, whispering something to the baby before getting up. Then, she’d always grab an extra pillow to support her back while you talked about what you’d do that day.

But today, there was none of that.

You looked at her, confused, as she sat beside you, almost as though she didn’t know what to do.

“You’re unusually quiet today,” you remarked, trying to smile.

Wanda forced a smile in return. “Just... didn’t sleep well,” she lied.

You didn’t seem convinced, but didn’t push further. Instead, you reached out to touch her hand. The gesture was automatic, and Wanda tensed as she felt your fingers brush against hers.

“You seem so distant,” you said softly, your eyes filled with concern.

Wanda swallowed, feeling exposed. You were so... attentive. The other Wanda knew exactly how to respond to this kind of concern. She didn’t.

“I’m fine,” she said, slowly pulling her hand away. “I just need a moment.”

At breakfast, Wanda seemed to return to her normal self, playing with the boys and smiling. This made you grin widely. She always had a way with being a mom. When she was pregnant with the boys, you saw that same sparkle in her eyes. Nothing had changed.

You watched her in silence, the smile on your face growing as she laughed at Tommy and Billy’s antics. There was something magical in seeing her like that—so connected to the boys, so at ease with the morning chaos.

“And then I said: ‘If you run faster, you’ll turn into a rocket!’” Tommy exclaimed, flailing his arms excitedly.

“Oh, really?” Wanda responded, laughing. “And who had to run after the ‘rocket’ to bring him back home?”

“Billy!” Tommy pointed, laughing, while the older brother feigned indignation but soon smiled, proud.

It was in these small interactions that you saw the Wanda you loved. The same gleam in her eyes when she was pregnant with the boys still there, intact, as if nothing had changed since then. But something inside you sensed a difference, a lightness that seemed forced.

And then, Wanda looked at you.

Her smile faltered, as if she had been caught. The light in her eyes disappeared, replaced by something you couldn’t decipher. It was as if, for a moment, she had been consumed by an emotion that shouldn’t have been there.

“Wanda?” you asked, concerned.

She blinked quickly, her face softening as the smile returned to her lips—forced, hurried. “I’m fine,” she replied, turning her gaze back to the boys.

You wanted to believe it, but the discomfort inside you grew. Something was wrong, even if you couldn’t pinpoint what.

After breakfast, Wanda went upstairs to the room, leaving you with the boys. She claimed she needed to sort some things out, but the truth was, she needed space. In the room, the silence was suffocating as she stared at her reflection in the mirror.

“Why is this happening to me?” she murmured, feeling the frustration bubble in her voice.

The room seemed too small for Wanda, every inch filled with thoughts she couldn’t silence. Sitting on the edge of the bed, her elbows resting on her knees, she stared at the floor, her hands trembling slightly with the energy she wanted to release, but didn’t know how to control.

Since arriving in this universe, Wanda had thought it would be simple. Replace her other version, win back the boys, and... and you.

But you were different.

She tried to manipulate your emotions, shape your thoughts, even steal her other self’s memories to understand how it was possible for you to love her so deeply. But nothing worked. It was as if you were protected by an invisible force, a barrier she couldn’t cross, no matter how powerful she was.

And worst of all? This resistance didn’t make Wanda give up. It made her want more.

When Wanda closed her eyes, it was her image that appeared. The way you looked at her during breakfast, concerned, but still full of trust and love. The soft smile on your lips as you folded clothes for Seline, as if the world had no weight on your shoulders.

It was so frustrating, so hypnotizing...

“Why you?” Wanda murmured again, her voice low and bitter.

She raised her hand, letting the red energy pulse once more. She made a subtle gesture, trying to recreate the spell she used to manipulate memories and emotions. The magic’s glow was strong, lighting up the room, but when she thought of you—the curve of your belly, the touch of your fingers at breakfast, the lightness of your laughter—the energy wavered again.

And vanished.

Wanda cursed, the frustration bubbling inside her. What made you different? What made your presence feel untouchable, but at the same time, so... alluring?

She stood abruptly, walking toward the mirror. The reflection staring back at her seemed darker than ever. Her eyes were filled with shadows, and, no matter how much she tried to hide it, Wanda knew she was falling apart inside.

You loved her, but not her.

You loved the version of herself that seemed lighter, more human. A Wanda who didn’t carry the weight of the Darkhold in her fingers and her heart, who hadn’t been consumed by pain and chaos.

The image of your smile when you saw her with the boys earlier returned to her mind. You looked so... happy. As if you were seeing someone who completed your life perfectly.

“She shouldn’t have you,” Wanda whispered to the reflection. “I should be the woman she loves. I should be the boys’ mother. The wife. Everything.”

But the truth was like a cold blade against her throat. She wasn’t what you needed.

The night descended upon the house like a veil, tinting the sky with deep blues and grays. The windows glowed with soft light from within, exuding a warm, welcoming heat that seemed unreachable from the garden. Wanda was there, shrouded in the dimness, her silhouette almost indistinguishable as she watched you from the outside.

In the kitchen, bathed in a serene yellow light, you moved between pots and dishes, simple, routine gestures that, somehow, magnetized her gaze. Every action you took seemed to hold a depth she couldn’t unravel, something that held her attention more than she was willing to admit.

Questions hammered in her mind. What was it about you that made the other Wanda desire you so much? What made you irresistible? Why did something so ordinary seem so extraordinary? She needed to understand what made you shine like that, even in the most mundane tasks.

Wanda clenched her fists, feeling the red energy pulse, an involuntary response to the storm growing within her. It was a reminder that she should maintain control, but, in that moment, she felt vulnerable, at the mercy of something she couldn’t name.

She watched you as you stirred the pot, the steam rising in spirals that momentarily obscured your face. Then, you laughed, casually brushing the steam away with a motion. That laugh was like a musical note reverberating inside her, echoing in spaces she didn’t even know existed.

You weren’t trying to be extraordinary. And maybe that was what intrigued her the most. Your happiness seemed so genuine, so simple, that Wanda wondered how anyone could find so much fulfillment in the everyday. How did the other Wanda see that? How did she feel so much for you?

Behind the flower-covered fence, Wanda crouched a little lower, her eyes fixed on you. When you turned to tidy the dishes, there was a graceful care in your movements, almost as though every gesture carried a greater purpose. It was impossible not to notice the affection in your actions.

The obsession inside her grew with every passing minute. The desire to decipher you, to understand every nuance, became almost unbearable. What did the other Wanda feel? Admiration? Love? Or something even deeper, something she herself had never experienced?

Wanda closed her eyes, trying to imagine what it would be like to be loved by you. Without secrets, without magic—just her, as she was. But, no matter how hard she tried, there was always an emptiness. An abyss between who she was and who she wanted to be.

When she opened her eyes again, you were drying your hands, laughing at something the boys had said just out of view. Your smile was so unpretentious, so natural, it seemed to hold all the warmth in the world. Wanda wondered: what did the other Wanda see when she looked at you?

She pressed her fingers to her temples, trying to contain the frustration. It wasn’t just envy burning inside her. It was something more dangerous, a desire to experience what the other Wanda felt. A desire to be seen, to be enough, even with her cracks and imperfections.

You turned toward the window, and for a moment, it seemed as though your eyes would meet hers. Wanda’s heart raced, and instinctively, she retreated further into the shadows, holding her breath. But you simply looked at the sky, a thoughtful smile on your lips before you turned and disappeared inside.

The cold night air seemed to claw at her skin, but she stayed there, still. Watching. Trying to understand. Trying to feel. Why were you so irresistibly enigmatic? Why did it seem impossible to control you, but equally impossible to resist you?

The awareness that this obsession was heading in a dangerous direction bothered her. With each passing day, her desire to understand and possess you grew. But the scariest part was realizing that this wasn’t just about envy or curiosity. It was about you. About who you were.

Wanda wanted to find out if she could love you the way the other Wanda did. Or, perhaps, in a way only she could.

[...]

Wanda was in the bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed, lost in her thoughts. Every moment of the day had been an internal struggle, a battle to maintain appearances while her conflicting emotions grew within her.

But something else was bothering her, something she couldn’t ignore: her powers.

This resistance intrigued and irritated her in equal measure. Why you? Why couldn’t she control you like she did everyone else?

Wanda was lost in these thoughts when she felt the mattress sink behind her. Before she could react, you climbed on top of her, pushing her down against the bed. Your knees were on either side of her hips, your hands firmly gripping her wrists and pinning them above her head.

Wanda’s eyes widened, her body stiff beneath yours as her blood rushed through her veins.

“W-what are you doing?” she asked, her voice shakier than she intended.

You tilted your head, looking at her with a mix of curiosity and challenge. “I should be asking you that,” you said, your voice low but firm. “What’s going on, Wanda?”

For a moment, Wanda didn’t respond. Her gaze locked with yours, as if trying to find an excuse, an explanation. But nothing came. The warmth of your body against hers, the way your hands held her wrists so securely—it all seemed to send her mind into even greater chaos.

“This isn’t like you,” you continued, your voice now softer but still laced with concern. “You’re different. Distant. Like you’re carrying something heavy.”

Wanda tried to look away, but you didn’t let her, leaning closer, your faces so close she could feel your breath.

“You can talk to me,” you murmured, your voice now almost a whisper. “I know you, Wanda. Something’s wrong.”

The words hit Wanda deeply. Did you know her? Did you truly know her? Or were you just convinced you knew the version of her that wasn’t here now?

And then there was another problem—her powers. She tried, in that exact moment, to use her magic to enter your mind, to find answers. But again, it was like hitting an invisible wall. Nothing worked on you.

“Why doesn’t it work?” Wanda murmured, not realizing she had spoken aloud.

You frowned, confused. “What?”

She shook her head quickly. “Nothing,” she lied, trying to regain control of the situation.

“You can try to hide what you’re feeling,” you said, leaning even closer to her, your tone now more challenging. “But I’ll figure it out. I always do.”

The silence between you stretched, but there was something else there now. The tension in the air was almost palpable, a mix of emotion and something deeper, more dangerous.

Wanda couldn’t look away from you. The way you were on top of her, the way your hands held her wrists with such confidence—it was impossible to ignore the desire that was beginning to grow within her.

And the worst part was that she didn’t know how to react. She had never felt this way before, never desired someone like this. Not with Vision. Not with anyone.

And her curiosity about you didn’t help. Why didn’t her powers work on you? What made you so different? Was that what drew her in? Or was it just you?

You noticed the change in her. Her eyes, which had been filled with uncertainty moments ago, now held something else. Something you recognized immediately.

“Wanda…” you began, but stopped when you saw the way she was looking at you, as if on the brink of something.

“You shouldn’t look at me like that,” she murmured, her voice hoarse but lacking the strength to push you away.

“And you shouldn’t hide what you’re feeling from me,” you replied, leaning even closer to her until your faces were mere centimeters apart.

She took a deep breath, trying to regain control, but it was useless. All she could think about was you—so close, so confident.

For a moment, Wanda wanted to tell the truth. She wanted to tell you everything—about who she was, about what she had done to be here. But fear stopped her. Fear of losing you before she even had you completely.

So, she did the only thing she could in that moment: she gave in.

With a swift movement, she pulled her wrists free from your hands and grabbed you by the waist, flipping your positions. Now, she was on top of you, her eyes glowing with something you had never seen before.

“If you want to know what’s going on,” she said, her voice low but filled with emotion, “maybe I need to show you.”

And before you could respond, Wanda leaned down and kissed you, her mouth capturing yours with an intensity that made your heart race.

The kiss was firm, deliberate, almost calculated at first. But as her lips moved against yours, Wanda began to feel something she hadn’t expected. The warmth of your touch. The way you responded to her every movement.

The intent to distract quickly gave way to something more primal, stronger. She felt her body react to yours, her hands sliding up your back, pulling you closer. You wanted her just as much as she wanted you.

And that was when Wanda lost control.

The kiss grew deeper, hungrier. Wanda’s breathing became ragged, her fingers pressing firmly against your wrists still pinned above your head. You arched your body to meet hers, and Wanda felt it.

You were wet for her, soaking her thighs with your arousal.

The shock and desire that coursed through Wanda were so intense that she almost pulled away. But instead, she dove even deeper. Her lips moved to your neck, nibbling lightly as you moaned, the soft sound echoing in the room and sending waves of heat straight to her.

This is real. It was the only thought running through her mind. You were real, here, wanting her, responding to her.

But then, something began to change. Wanda felt a familiar energy bubbling inside her, warm and powerful. Growing with every touch, every breath. The witch’s eyes began to burn, and when she opened them, she realized: the scarlet red was everywhere.

She tried to ignore it, but when you pressed your hips against hers, Wanda cursed softly at how naturally provocative you were. And then, she exploded.

A wave of red light flashed around you both, illuminating the entire room for a brief moment.

You opened your eyes, breathless and trembling, freezing when you saw the woman above you. Her unique deep green eyes now burned a brilliant, intense red.

“Wanda…” your voice was shaky, caught between curiosity and fear.

She pulled back, as if she had been shocked, realizing what was happening. Her eyes were entirely red, and the energy in her hands now pulsed against your wrists, no longer just holding you but encasing you.

“I…” Wanda began, her voice filled with panic as she tried to suppress the magic spilling out.

You blinked, looking at her in confusion. “Your eyes… what’s happening to you?”

Wanda tried to steady her breathing, pulling away from you as the energy still glowed faintly around her. How could she have been so careless? How could she have let this slip?

“I… I don’t know,” she lied, trying to hide the tremor in her voice.

You slowly sat up, watching her cautiously. “This has never happened before. You’re different, Wanda. I know it. Tell me what’s going on.”

Wanda looked at you, her heart racing. She wanted to tell you, to explain everything. But the fear of losing you, of shattering the moment she almost had with you, held her back.

You stepped closer to her—defying every warning your mind screamed at you—and cupped her cheek, forcing her to look at you. “Is this what’s making you act so strange?” you asked, your brow furrowed.

Wanda swallowed hard, your presence strong and magnetic, pulling her closer to you and the curve of your neck—where she so desperately wanted to bury her face. “Tell me, love. Whatever it is, we’ll handle it together.”

And then Wanda understood.

You didn’t know about her powers in this universe because she couldn’t use them on you. She should have questioned your counterpart before sending her away in her place.

The tension in the room was unbearable. The pulsing red of Wanda’s powers still dimly illuminated the space, like an erratic heartbeat. She stood now, her breathing uneven, while you remained seated on the bed, your eyes locked onto hers, filled with questions and conflicting emotions.

Wanda felt as though she was teetering on the edge of a cliff. Your words echoed in her mind, daring her to tell you the truth. But how could she? How would you react to learning who she truly was, to understanding what she had done to be here, with you?

You stood slowly, your eyes never leaving hers. “I won’t push you, Wanda,” you said, your voice low but steady. “But you need to be honest with me. Whatever it is you’re carrying, I want to carry it with you.”

The gentleness in your voice broke something inside Wanda. For a moment, the desire burning in her chest was overshadowed by guilt and fear. But the intensity of the moment, the warmth lingering in the air between you, pulled her back.

“Do you really want to know?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper. The red in her eyes began to fade, returning to the green you knew, but the tension didn’t lessen.

“I do,” you replied without hesitation.

But she hesitated, the words catching in her throat. Then something shifted. Maybe it was the way you looked at her, without judgment, just a fierce curiosity and a silent devotion. Or maybe it was the fact that, for the first time in so long, Wanda didn’t want to carry this burden alone.

“I’m not… the Wanda you know,” she began, each word heavy. “I came from somewhere else. Another… universe.”

You frowned, clearly confused, but didn’t interrupt. Wanda continued.

“I lost everything. My husband, my children, even my dog. I just wanted to get it all back… and when I came here, I saw the chance to start over and—”

“Where is my Wanda?” you interrupted sharply.

Of course, something was wrong. Wanda hadn’t touched your belly or spoken to Seline the way she did every morning; this Wanda not being yours was entirely justifiable.

With jealousy simmering in your gut, you asked again, your voice tight with emotion. “Where is she?”

With a flicker of defiance and desperation, the witch responded, “I am your Wanda.”

The silence that followed was deafening. The tension in the air felt like a taut string ready to snap. Your heart pounded in your chest as you tried to process what you had just heard.

“You’re… my Wanda?” Your voice was low, filled with disbelief and something deeper—a mix of anger, pain, and a trace of betrayal.

Wanda took a step toward you, her hands outstretched as if to reach for you, but she stopped when she saw the hard look in your eyes. “I am,” she insisted, her voice firm but trembling with vulnerability. “I’m yours, in every way that matters. I’m here now, and all I want is—”

“—to steal her life?” you interrupted, your voice as sharp as a knife. Wanda recoiled as though struck.

“It’s not like that,” she protested, her posture crumbling. “I just want my children with me, that’s all.”

You stepped back, creating space between you, but Wanda followed, as though unable to bear the thought of you moving away from her. “You knew,” you said, your voice quieter now but still laden with emotion. “You knew she was here, that she existed, yet you chose to take her place.”

Wanda shook her head, tears welling in her eyes. “I just wanted—”

“—to deceive me,” you cut her off again, your pain evident. “You think you can just be her? That I wouldn’t notice? That I wouldn’t know something was wrong?”

Wanda moved closer again, ignoring the distance you tried to create. Her hands found your shoulders, gripping you with a desperate strength. “I didn’t want to deceive you,” she said, her voice breaking. “I just wanted… my boys, a family. I want a family.”

Her words hit you like a blow, and for a moment, your anger and resentment wavered. But the confusion and jealousy remained, coursing through your veins like a constant reminder of everything at stake.

“You don’t understand what this means to me,” Wanda continued, her eyes searching yours, desperate for a spark of understanding. “I lost everything. There was nothing left but pain. And then I saw you. And you… you’re everything I never knew I needed.”

“But I didn’t choose you,” you said, your voice finally steadying, though still heavy with emotion. “I chose her.”

Wanda froze, and the silence that followed was almost unbearable. Then, she let go of your shoulders, stepping back as though your words had struck her.

“You don’t understand,” she murmured, more to herself than to you. Her eyes darkened, and the red energy began to pulse around her again, a physical manifestation of the storm raging within her.

“Wanda,” you said, your voice filled with warning, a touch of pain.

A sudden, sharp pain shot through your abdomen, and you cried out, doubling over. “Wanda!”

Wanda spun around at the sound of your scream, the scarlet glow in her eyes vanishing in an instant. Her gaze fixed on you, now hunched over, one hand clutching your belly while the other gripped the back of a chair to stay upright.

“Are you okay?” The concern in her voice was genuine, but you could barely respond. A searing pain coursed through your body, pulling a groan from your lips.

“No… it’s not okay,” you managed to say, your words halting. “The water… broke.”

Wanda froze for a second, shock and fear washing over her. But then, like a switch flipping, she sprang into action. In an instant, she was by your side, one hand steadying your back while the other grasped yours, guiding you toward the door.

“Oh. Fuck! Boys, wake up!” she yelled, her voice firm but laced with urgency. “I’m taking you to the hospital.”

You tried to walk, but your legs felt like jelly, and the pain was overwhelming. Wanda noticed immediately and, without hesitation, scooped you into her arms as if you weighed nothing.

“Hold on tight,” she murmured, already rushing toward the car.

The drive to the hospital was a blur. Every bump in the road seemed to amplify your pain, and you clung to Wanda's hand as if your life depended on it. She drove fast, her face tense as she cast worried glances in your direction.

"Breathe, Y/n. We’ll get there in time," she said, but it was impossible for you to focus on anything other than the pain and the growing sense that something was wrong.

When you arrived at the hospital, the medical team was ready, thanks to Wanda’s phone call during the drive. You were rushed into the delivery room, and Wanda insisted on staying by your side, even as the doctors tried to make her wait outside.

The delivery was chaotic. The room was filled with hurried voices, beeping monitors, and you struggled to stay focused as your body seemed to wage war against itself.

"Just a little more," the doctor encouraged, but your vision was already beginning to darken around the edges.

Wanda held your hand tightly, her expression desperate as her eyes glowed an intense red. She was trying to keep control, but the fear of losing you was clearly winning the battle.

"Bring her back, please..." Your voice was weak, almost a whisper, but it was enough for Wanda to hear.

Her eyes widened, and she shook her head. "No, don’t say that," she pleaded, gripping your hand tightly.

"Please," you repeated, your voice barely audible as tears streamed down your pale face.

Wanda hesitated, looking at you as if standing at the edge of an abyss. She knew what you were asking. And she knew that if she did it, there would be consequences—for you, for her, for everyone.

But she wanted to be here, wanted to see little Seline be born, wanted to hold her for just a moment.

When the cry of the first baby filled the room, Wanda closed her eyes tightly. But then, hearing your weak groan and seeing the deathly pallor spreading over you, she knew she had no choice.

"I can’t lose this," she whispered to herself as the scarlet magic manifested.

The room was engulfed in a bright red light, and the doctors screamed in shock. Wanda ignored everything, focusing solely on you and the plea that echoed in her mind.

"Bring her back..."

And, with tears streaming down her face, Wanda did exactly that.

[...]

The hospital room was silent except for the soft beeping of the monitors in the background. The other Wanda stood by the window, cradling the baby delicately. The child’s eyes were closed, but when they opened, they revealed an intense, piercing green—just like Wanda's.

The Witch stepped into the room, the tension in her shoulders unmistakable. She hesitated upon seeing her counterpart there, but it was impossible to look away from the small life that was now part of their universe.

"She’s beautiful," the Witch said, her voice low, almost reverent.

The other Wanda smiled faintly, though her eyes carried a silent sadness. "The eyes are ours," she replied with quiet conviction, handing the baby to the Witch.

The Witch took the child carefully, feeling the light yet significant weight in her arms. When the baby’s green eyes opened again, something inside her shifted. A wave of emotion washed over her, deeper than any spell or magic she had ever known.

Seline was born with a head full of hair and rosy skin, with chubby cheeks—just like yours, the Witch thought.

"She’s perfect," the Witch whispered, almost unable to believe that something so pure could exist in her life.

The other Wanda watched in silence for a moment before speaking. "You know you can’t stay here, right?" she began, her voice calm but firm.

The Witch lifted her gaze, tense. "I know."

"I’ve prepared everything for you... but somewhere else," the other Wanda said, choosing her words carefully. "This universe isn’t your home. You weren’t meant to stay here. I created the possibility of this life, this opportunity, but not here."

The Witch frowned, but the other Wanda continued.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Isn’t it obvious? I’m you. Who better to understand you than yourself?" Her copy laughed softly before continuing, "You need to find a place where you can be happy, where you can start over without... everything that brought you here," she explained. "There’s a new universe waiting for you. It’s different, but... it has potential. Maybe even for a new beginning with her."

The Witch looked down at the baby in her arms, her heart aching. The idea of leaving her, of leaving her boys, you, seemed unbearable. But she knew her counterpart was right.

"Why can’t we use our powers on her?" the Witch suddenly asked, breaking the silence.

"Ah... So you’ve discovered what makes Y/n so special." The copy crossed her arms, amused. "For a long time, I hated that about her, almost like an affront to who I am. Until I realized..."

She stepped closer, placing a gentle hand on the Witch’s shoulder. "She’s our multiversal anchor."

The Witch looked up, intrigued.

"In the multiverse, every being has a unique essence, a 'code' that ties them to their universe of origin. However, in rare cases, there are individuals who act as 'multiversal anchors'—people who, unknowingly, possess an unbreakable connection to the fabric of the multiverse."

The copy continued her monologue:

"These anchors are immune to magical or cosmic manipulations that could alter their natural course. This means no external force, not even chaos magic, can change their thoughts, emotions, or memories."

The Witch was silent, the words echoing in her mind. It all made sense now—the irresistible pull, the inability to control her, the sense of love that transcended logic and reason.

"So, what do I do now?" the Witch finally asked.

The other Wanda sighed, a melancholic smile on her lips. "Go to where you belong. Maybe there, you’ll find what you’re looking for."

With one last look at the baby, the Witch handed her back to the other Wanda. She stepped back, the pain of leaving evident on her face, but determination already beginning to shine in her eyes.

When the Witch opened a portal, the scarlet light illuminated the room briefly before vanishing.

[...]

The new universe was brighter, younger somehow. The Witch looked around, taking in the subtle yet undeniable differences.

And then she saw you.

You, but younger. More innocent. With the same eyes and smile that had already captivated her, but without the weight of everything you had been through together.

She stopped, her heart pounding in her chest.

And there, in the midst of an unfamiliar universe, with the possibility of starting anew, the Witch took the first step.

In the grand tapestry of the universe, every thread is woven with purpose, each knot tied with deliberate intention. No force, no will, no magic can alter what the hands of destiny have inscribed.

The stars may burn and the galaxies may spiral in infinite chaos, but they all dance to a rhythm preordained. Each life, like a thread, intertwines with others, forming patterns that cannot be unraveled, no matter how fervently one might try.

Destiny is not a shackle but a compass, guiding every soul toward a purpose they may not yet understand. It is unyielding, yet fair; silent, yet deafening in its clarity. Even the mightiest beings, those who wield chaos and creation in their hands, are bound by its immutable lines.

It is said that to defy destiny is to defy the essence of existence itself. For the universe, in its infinite wisdom, knows what is meant to be—and ensures that, in the end, it comes to pass.

~*~

Everything back in its rightful place :)

Tag list <3

@vyvvycg @rosekjsses @3liyuh @trindad2k

@indentity0018 @beggingonmykneesforher

@idkwhatever580 @valentine585

@reginassecretlover @trying-to-do-good

@imjustvibingsworld @mbxoxo @jazzyxqzl @bees-for-brains @eternallyconfuzed @ctrlaltedits @sheriffhaughtearp

@lesbiansweet @i-luv-w1men @sheriffswan-blog @htinha157 @syssmin @wandasslut3000

[themindofachronicdaydreamer]

Suites & Sweets

freshman year at Jujutsu University Tokyo seems like it will be uneventful. and, well, that's true... until you meet the boys in the suite across the hall, and one in particular piques your interest.

satoru gojo x reader | jjk college au | no curse au | fem! reader fluff, angst, & slow burn | SMAU & writing <3

next

₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑̑˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑̑˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑̑˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑̑˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑̑˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑̑˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑̑˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑̑˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑̑˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑̑˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝓘𝓝𝓣𝓡𝓞𝓓𝓤𝓒𝓣𝓘𝓞𝓝 ⍣ ೋ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Suite 12A:

Suite 12B:

MAIN MENU: 0. introduction / 1. heaven irl wc: 2.4k / 2. man magnet / 3. bottoms up wc 1.9k / 4. don't dox me / 5. muffin / 6. the party and the afterparty wc: 3.1k / 7. matching pjs / 8. the multiverse / 9. the movie | 2.1k / 10. espresso / 11. the beanie / 12. cliffhanger / 13. enemy adjacent / 14. inflatacow / 15. freak x3 / 16. sho down! wc: 5.4k / 17. ...showdown? wc: 5.9k / 18. ragebait / 19. the awakening wc: 4.8k / 20. a chance / 21. snacks, distract, attack wc: 3.8k / 22. the cursed spirits: live in concert wc: 9.3k / 23. situationship / 24. emotional support animal / 25. the talk wc: 3.9k / 26. divorce / 27. healing era / 28. subtle / 29. slow / 30. sticky / 31. toji talk wc: 5.4k. / 32. TBA WC: ?

BONUS MENU: THE SOUNDTRACK OF ANGEL AND TORU - TBA

₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑̑˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑̑˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑̑˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑̑˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑̑˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑̑˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑̑˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑̑˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑̑˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑̑˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇.

welcome to my new series! I am SO excited for this and have so much planned... I can't waittt!!! alsos jju = jujutsu university :)

[tinfoil-jones]

Jerk Ford AU: Silliness V

If you mean Watchdog Ford by @nowimjustastranger, whom is sometimes called "Guard Dog Ford" Those two aren't friends. They just happen to run into each other a statistically impossible amount of times in the multiverse.

Any and all reports that they've saved each other skin at least once, and hang out sometimes are just rumours spread by their mutual ally (ALLY not friend) the Anti-Ford.

If you mean Guard Ford from the AU by @skeptiql... it's their AU, I'm not imposing on it.

If there is a cosmic security guard out there monitoring the Fordverse, considering that all Jerk Ford does in the multiverse is be a total jerk to everyone and cause trouble (and then get banned from dimensions for the two aforementioned reasons), I imagine reactions to him are typically going to be:

He's not heinous, malicious, or evil, he's just a really big jerk for no good reason.

---

Me and @nowimjustastranger are in the process of proper crossover, don't worry.

In the meantime...

Pre-Weirdmageddon:

Jerk Ford: Watch, this is Stanley. Stanley, this is Watchdog Ford and Lee.

Watchdog Ford: ...

Lee: ...

Stan: Well heya pal. It's nice to see Stanford's made more friends! I knew he had it in him to be nice and compassionate.

Jerk Ford: Stanley, I swear to God.

Watchdog Ford:...You're-

Lee: You're tall.

Stan: *looks between Watchdog Ford and Jerk Ford in an exaggerated up-and-down to annoy his brother*

Stan: *to Watchdog Ford* So are you.

Lee: *grinning* Oh, we're going to get along just fine. Let's chat.

---

Watchdog Ford: You... You aren't suffering?

Stan: If you don't call grading two hundred student assignments without assistance suffering, then sure.

Lee: ...nothings wrong?

Stan: Right now, no. I did miss my brother for the thirty years he was gone. It wasn't easy... the townsfolk truly believed I murdered him, and thought that was a good thing. And then acted like I was wrong for missing him.

Lee: So everything went okay for you?

Stan: I don't know what to tell you, pal- excluding not having Stanford in my life for thirty years and the issues that comes with that, things are going fine. If I'm having trouble I can just ask someone for help, and if I have problems emotionally I have friends and family that would lend me an ear or two. Also, I am medicated and seeing a therapist for stuff.

Lee: ...

Meanwhile Jerk Ford is in the corner sipping from his #1 Big Brother mug, and Watchdog Ford gets suspiciously misty eyed.

[Dialogue primarily by @tearosepedall]

---

It's a misconception at that Jerk Ford does not experience empathy (or at least not any for anyone besides his twin brother). This misconception is one of the reasons why The Ford Hate Club is always tripped up by him - they don't understand him. They think he's unfeeling with little to no emotional intelligence.

He has a surprising amount of empathy, you can see in this post he even says that most other Fords do not hate their Stanley, what they really have is resentment.

Jerk Ford just uses that empathy to know how to get under peoples skin and really hurt their feelings. Can't hurt feelings very well if you don't know what they are or how they work!

What he does lack is compassion, as in he doesn't help, support, or uplift people. That's a Stanley thing.

---

Jerk Ford: Your attack misses.

Dipper: Misses?! With my bonuses I had a total of twenty-three to hit!

Jerk Ford: That doesn't even touch the monsters THAC0.

Dipper: THAC0? Great Uncle Ford, 3.5 Edition is over! It's armour class now!

Jerk Ford: I'm the DM, and I rule your attack misses.

Dipper: *flips the battlemap, forgetting that the infinity dice is there*

---

Jerk Ford had such a bad habit of getting engrossed into his research and study that he would overlook things like finances (and showering). Stanley managed the finances between himself and and his brother, and he did send money back to the family, not millions but it was something.

Jerk Ford also had most of the money because he had his grant, and also a few patents, but Jerk Ford only cared about anamolies and terrorizing humanity so money wasn't something he thought about very much as long as their basic needs were being met.

When he lived back in Glass Shard Beach with his family, however...

"We should go graffiti Pines Pawns."

"Hell no, dude."

"What, you scared of Old Man Pines?"

"Forget Old Man Pines, don't know know what his son did to Crampelter? We don't need to be on his sh*t list."

[in1-nutshell]

interactions with buddy from our world meeting the IDW bots and you know I gotta include my people IDW Optimus, starscream, bumblebee and windblade

Bots are in need of hugs and Buddy is READY!

Hope you enjoy!

Real World Buddy meeting Optimus Prime, Starscream, Bumblebee, and Windblade

SFW, Platonic, Minor Hurt/Comfort, Human reader

IDW

Optimus Prime

Buddy goes straight for the pedes and hugs him the best they can.

The Prime is a bit confused why there is a random human hugging his pede.

Buddy tells him about their situation with dimension traveling.

Optimus knew some of his scientists had mentioned the multiverse and other possibilities, but he never thought it would actually happen.

He promises to help Buddy return home (not that they are in a big hurry).

One thing Optimus does notice right off the bat was the human rarely left his side, which was a bit of a problem.

Not that he didn’t like their company, he rather enjoyed their time together.

He didn’t want to accidentally step on them, so he offered to have them on his servo or shoulder.

Buddy has made his shoulder their permanent residency.

The human has a strange sense of telling when he is feeling down.

They have dubbed it their Buddy sense.

When their senses start tingling, Buddy starts hugging him and telling him all of his accomplishments and how they are so proud of him for continuing to move forward and doing the right thing.

Buddy happily perched on his shoulder. Optimus: “Do you want to go down now? You have been up there all morning.” Buddy: “Nope.” Optimus: “Very well.” Buddy lovingly snuggles closer to his neck cables. Buddy: “Thanks Prime.” Optimus chuckles a bit and continues to do his work.

Starscream

Starscream was startled when the door to his office was suddenly open.

He looked to see who it was, but the door quickly closed.

He figured that someone accidentally opened the wrong door.

But it was the little huffs and pants that caught his attention.

He stood up and looked down over his desk.

A little hand reached for the edge and a small human pulled themselves up.

Starscream demands to know why the human was here.

They pant a bit telling him to give them a second before speaking.

They turn to him with literal stars in their eyes telling him that he is their favorite Cybertronian.

Starscream, while he liked the compliment, is sure this human has a concussion.

But they further tell him about their world and having always wanted to meet him, to talk to him.

He looked like he needed a friend.

Starscream said he didn’t need any friends, he survived this far without needing them.

Buddy sat down and asked him about how it made him feel.

4 hours later, Starscream is still rambling about his unused plans to overthrow Megatron while Buddy is waxing his servos attentively listening to every word.

Starscream does listen to Buddy when it’s their turn to rant and does give some good advice.

Some are questionable but most of it is solid.

When the Buddy sense starts tingling, they are immediately by Starscream’s side.

They ignore the stares and quietly stand by his side.

This does so much for the poor bot, even if they aren’t saying anything

In private, Buddy makes sure to tell him how resilient he is and how his ambitions have cared him farther than he could ever dream of.

Buddy is his emotional support human for the time they are there.

Rattrap walking into Starscream’s office. He sees Starscream with a type of mask on his faceplate and Buddy with their own little mask watching something on the TV. They both gasp. Starscream: “I told you Donna was cheating on David!” Buddy: “But why Chad!?” Starscream: “Isn’t it obvious, Chad gets Donna and the company AND the company! Perfect revenge against David and his ‘dead’ brother.” Buddy: “That IS GENIUS!” Starscream: “Of course it is! Did you not see those blueprints for the tank?” Rattrap closes the door. Rattrap: “What did I just walk into…”

Bumblebee

Bumblebee is used to having humans hug him, he personally likes most of them.

But when this random human from out of nowhere hugs them like their life depended on it, he becomes more worried than startled.

Maybe the human is in trouble and needs him.

When he gets the information on Buddy and their little predicament.

Bee promises to help them in any way he can.

Being on the smaller scale of bots, Bee doesn’t have to worry too much about stepping on them.

That being said, he doesn’t mind them being on his shoulder or helm from time to time.

When the Buddy sense starts tingling, Buddy aggressively jumps and hugs him best they can.

They refuse to let go until he feels better.

This works as much as he hates to admit it.

Sometimes the hugs are long, but they benefit them both in the end.

Bumblebee and Buddy watching Starscream and Windblade argue for the 50th time that day. Buddy: “How much do you want to bet they’ll end up together?” Bumblebee: “Buddy! We don’t—” Buddy: “Okay then how about Onslaught and Blast Off? I bet it’s going to be Blast Off who makes the first move.” Bumblebee: “…15 shanix, and Onslaught is the first to make a move.” Buddy: “50 shanix.” Bumblebee: "You don’t even have shanix.” Buddy: “Not yet.” Bumblebee: "Do I even want to know the idea behind that?” Buddy: “Bets if you don’t.” Bumblebee: “Fine then. 100 shanix on Windblade being the open who tells him.” Buddy: “I raise you to 150 and Starscream accidentally does it in the heat of the moment.” Bumblebee: “Deal.”

Windblade

Windblade doesn’t have much interaction with humans.

Mainly gets most of her information from bots who went to Earth or videos she has seen.

It’s almost a pleasant surprise to see one sprinting until they are right in front of her.

They stared longingly into her optics before hugging her pede.

Not something she expected but hugs universally are good things, so she doesn’t mind.

Is very invested in hearing about Buddy traveling through universes

She makes sure that Buddy is always with her.

Buddy barely walks the entire time they are with Windblade.

She makes sure to introduce them to her friends.

Some have better reactions than others.

Buddy sense starts tingling, Buddy is gently patting Windblade on the helm and giving her hugs around the neckcables.

Windblade has cried at some of the nice things Buddy has said to her and is not afraid to admit it.

Buddy: “SO Windblade, what do you think about Chromia and Ironhide?” Windblade: “Oh! There really good friends of mine.” Buddy: “… I mean how would you think about them getting together?” Windblade: “They wouldn’t do that; they don’t like each other that way.” Buddy: “… Okay how about Onslaught and Blast Off?” Windblade: “I don’t know too much about them.” Buddy: “…Tigatron and Airazor?” Windblade: “Who?” Buddy: “YOU LITERALLY HAD A MEETING WITH THEM AN HOUR AGO! ARE YOU TELLING ME YOU DIDN’T SEE THOSE SPARKS!?” Windblade: “You saw sparks?” Buddy: “…”

[improbable-outset]

📄 𝐈’𝐦 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫

↳📄 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈𝐈: 𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝟎𝟎𝟒 𝐆𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚

{{Part 1}}

Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Reader

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.8k

𝐀𝐎𝟑 | 𝐌𝐲 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 | 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐓𝐖 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐖: Angst, Pre-break up argument flashbacks, both you and Miguel being pretty hostile to each other lol, pregnancy scare, established relationship with your new man that Miguel hates :(

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: It’s been over a year since you split up, but unfortunately for Miguel, things are still taking a toll. Even after going your separate ways, you still have to see each other everyday and it was affecting his performance. Meanwhile, your dual life as a loyal lover and as Spider-Woman is putting a lingering strain on your new relationship. The ripple effect of your breakup is coming back to bite you in the ass in the most unexpected way possible.

1 year ago…

It felt like you had been going back and forth for hours but it had only been less than 30 minutes. It might be because you have been holding this grudge for so long and you were finally voicing it out to him.

Though, your argument has been going around in circles with no conclusion or resolution to be found. The room echoed with your voices along with the subtle hum of the monitors around you.

“None of this matters. It never did, it doesn’t matter what we feel and what he want,” Miguel said, back was facing you as he spoke, not fully engaged in the conversation or paying full attention to you right now. This argument seemed to serve no importance to him.

“Are you saying that our relationship means nothing to you,” you quipped.

He sighed, seemingly exhausted from hearing the same thing over and over again. “What I’m saying is…it’s a distraction that I can’t afford to have,” he glanced over at you before his gaze fell back on the monitors— reluctant to maintain eye contact with you. “You are a liability,”

“Liability?!” Your voice almost came out as a screech.

“Yes, a liability. I can’t get comfortable when the responsibility of the multiverse is on my shoulders, I can’t let my guard down…and our relationship is only getting in the way,”

“We’re supposed to make each other be the best version of ourselves, with or without the multiverse. Not be cooped up in one room all day,”

“Right, I keep forgetting that you’re incapable of understanding the magnitude of the situation. This requires undivided attention and I need to keep my head in the game. Not…this. Us,” He snapped back. The last word came out as a snarl, like it was venomous.

Us.

At one point in your relationship, hearing that word made you feel like you had a special connection you both shared.

Us.

Now the word lost its meaning and it felt heavy, like being with you felt like a chore.

“Why did you agree to this relationship if this is all you’re gonna do,”

“That was a mistake, a lapse of judgment in my part for believing this would be a good idea,”

It was hard to believe that this was the same man that opened up to you about his insecurities and leaned on you for emotional support.

He always made you feel reliable, but now given the situation you were in, it was all fickle. All those special moments were thrown back in your face.

Was it all just a rose-tinted illusion just to make you believe that he did value you and your relationship?

“You can’t just leave HQ just for one night?” You left the question hanging even if you already knew the answer. His lack of response was enough to speak volume anyways.

Your line of sight landed on one of the footage of him and Gabriella after her soccer practice. You watched as it displayed Miguel picking up Gabriella, a huge grin flashed on his face, before giving her a hug.

It was hard to believe Miguel even harbored that paternal instinct in him when all you’ve witnessed was his stoic attitude. Even if he did display his vulnerability, it was rare and those moments felt like catching smoke with your bare hands.

After a long moment of silence, you finally remarked, “I don’t think watching Gabriella’s file is healthy,”

There was a micro shift in his demeanor that was so subtle, but you still managed to pick it up. His muscles tenses like he had just been pricked by a thorn.

“Don’t even think about bringing her up,” his voice came out cold and sinister, a warning to prevent you from going deeper. “You don’t know the whole story”

“I know enough,” That was enough for him to finally turn around to look at you, unleashing his inferno of fury in full glory.

“No, you don’t! You don’t know anything about her. You’ve read her reports. You’ve seen the surveillance videos. But that isn’t the whole story,”

“Maybe not but I know it’s the main reason why you’re so driven by guilt, you can barely see what’s in front of you,”

“Oh I see everything that’s in front of me. Everything that matters," he scoffed before continuing on,"I’m doing what I have to do, and here you have the gall to get upset over me not paying attention to you?”

At that moment, your mind reeled back to the night you were experiencing a panic attack because you had a pregnancy scare. You still vividly remembered the taste of bile climbing into your throat from the fear.

It didn’t help that you were alone in that situation. You were in the HQ bathroom because you thought it would be easier for Miguel to be there for you if you were in his dimension, but you were only met with disappointment when he was on another mission.

You remembered gripping onto the pregnancy test tightly, you felt the sweat from your palms while struggling to breathe. For a long while, you were reluctant to take the test, too anxious to see the results.

Thankfully, the test came out negative. The relief that followed was like cool water over your heated body. You didn’t want to imagine how things would’ve unfolded if it was positive— more importantly, you didn’t want to see Miguel’s reaction if you were pregnant with his child.

“I’m not talking about me anymore, I’m talking about a bigger picture,”

By bigger picture, you were talking about the far future and what potential it could hold. Despite being aware of the importance of keeping the Multiverse in balance, you still wanted Miguel to have a fulfilling life— one that wasn’t so heavily influenced by the Spider Society.

But that was practically impossible if he kept himself in his office. It was counterproductive when it came to healing from his grief and guilt by replaying Gabriella’s footage over and over again.

Surely this was going to take a toll soon and you didn’t want to witness him tearing himself apart and let his guilt dictate his life.

“There is no bigger picture than this. This is the picture,” He gestured at the monitors behind him. “This is where my attention should be, everything else is secondary.”

“I’m starting to feel like you’re having tunnel vision,”

“Tunnel vision?!” His voice escalated in pitch and came out harsh, like blade cutting through the mounted tension in the room. “I’m the one who sees more than you ever will!”

His words, even if they were hurtful to hear, were starting to have some weight on them and it made your arguments pale in comparison.

Everything you said seemed to be thrown right back at you in the most ruthless way and you were starting to feel like this was getting pointless.

There’s nothing you could say that could change his mind and you were beginning to accept that.

“You know what, you’re right. It’s not like you’ll ever share with me what you see,” It was time to throw in the towel, this was not going anywhere now.

“What do you mean?”

“That’s not important. But like you said, I’m a liability and in your way so I’ll see myself out,” Your turned your heels and hopped off the platform before you made your way to the exit. “This relationship was a waste of time and effort,”

It was past noon when you heard a soft knock on your door. With a frown, you swung open your door to see that it was Albie in his usual work attire.

“Hey…uhm shouldn’t you be at work?” You asked, surprise evident in your tone.

“I’m on my lunch break,” he replied, holding up a plastic bag and mirroring your smile.

“But you always have lunch in your office,” Even if you were happy to see him during work hours, this change in his routine wasn’t like him. But what added to your confusion was the newfound sparkle in his eyes as he spoke.

“I know but I wanted to see you. Plus, I went to the bodega and picked up your favourites,” It was an odd change seeing him come over to your place to eat. You knew he preferred having his lunch at work so he could maintain the professional atmosphere without any distractions.

Nevertheless, you stepped aside to let him in. You both padded to the living room and he placed the bag on the coffee table. Albie always took pride in his looks, keeping his hair well-groomed that went hand in hand with his sharp attire. The early afternoon sunlight casted over the room through the balcony doors, giving a warm glow.

You couldn’t help but pick up the slight energy in his step as he walked and the grin that was plastered on his face, despite the long hours he spent at work. You watched him take out your sandwich and handed it to you.

The familiar aroma of fresh bread and deli meat immediately overwhelmed you and reminded you how hungry you were. You took the first bite and was immediately filled with the cocktail of flavours and spices from the meat.

“You seem excited,” you pointed out before you took another bite from the sandwich. You haven’t seen him look this ecstatic since the night you confessed that you loved him back.

He rubbed his neck, trying to conceal his enthusiasm. “Heh, am I that obvious?”

You nodded. “Like reading a book. Is there something you want to share?”

He put his hands up in mocking surrender before he said “Okay, okay you got me. Yes, I do have some pretty exciting news. That’s why I came to see you,”

You arched your brow mid-chewing and listening attentively to what he had to say. His lips twitched up, enjoying the suspense of the moment.

“Do you remember how I’ve been working on that project with the major corporation for the past few months?” He asked.

You nodded, still remembering the long hours and the late night calls he got. Albie worked as a cyber security consultant for a reputable firm. He specialised in helping organisations protect their systems and data from cyber threats.

Albie was good at what he did and you can tell he took pride in his work. He would always share news about his career and keep you in the loop as much as possible.

His wide grin from earlier returned as he continued. “Well it’s still in the working progress and so far things are looking pretty promising. But once this project is completed, there’s been talk about a potential promotion. A senior consultant role,”

Your brows raise in pleasant surprise as you were taking in everything he was saying.

“That’s amazing!” You exclaimed, you found yourself leaning forward, eager to hear more.

“Thank you, babe. I’m not there yet but I’m hopeful. There are a lot of perks to this promotion like the salary increase which will give us a stability for a better future, but there’s something else too,”

“What’s that?”

“Well one of the benefit packages comes with a Health and Wellness program which include gym memberships. If I get this promotion, I thought we could maybe start hitting the gyms together after work and make it our thing,”

The moisture in your mouth instantly dried as you tried to swallow another mouthful of your sandwich. Ever since you’ve joined the Spider Society, you’ve only been using the gym back in HQ rather than in your dimension.

You still remember the day Miguel gave you a tour of the gym and how he managed to convince you to use it regularly instead of the gyms back at home because they were not catered for spider people like you.

You knew he just said that just so you would work out with him. But now, you would go there alone and you would much prefer it that way. It felt more comfortable being surrounded by people like you.

But you couldn’t tell Albie that. He wasn’t aware about your secret identity as Spidera-Woman and it should be kept that way. You managed to mask your internal conflict with an encouraging smile.

“Yeah definitely, I just need to check my schedule to see if I can make time fit.” You said, trying to sound as enthusiastic as you could and match his high spirit. You didn’t want to ruin his happiness by being doubtful, this was a huge opportunity for him.

“Great. We can even try out some of the gym fitness classes they offer too. At least then we can spend more time together.” He went on, rambling. It made your stomach flutter knowing that he really wanted to share the benefits with you. “This will be amazing,”

“Yeah…let’s not get too ahead of ourselves though. You still haven’t got the promotion yet,” you tried to reason with him before he made any unattainable plans.

Albie had the tendency to be overly hopeful about things and as much as you appreciated his enthusiasm and his support, he can go overboard without realising it.

“You’re right, speaking of which I’m gonna have to leave for 1. How’s the sandwich?”

You swallowed the mouthful before you answered, “Perfect,”

Later in the evening, you were alone again in your living room. The only source of light came from the screen in front of you, casting a soft glow that illuminated the room.

The only noise that could be heard was the TV in the background. Otherwise, the apartment was quiet enough to hear the low bliss of the traffic outside. Even if you didn’t have company for the night, it was still peaceful.

Amidst the serenity, you couldn’t help but subconsciously reminisce about the stark difference between your evenings with Albie compared to those spent with Miguel.

When he was not working a late shift, nights with Albie would be filled with tranquility and quality moments together. You would often find yourself curled up on the couch while nestled onto his chest.

A stark contrast to the time spent with Miguel, where moments together were rare occurrences. His duties as Spider-man and leader of the Spider Society left little room for personal connections. The fact that he was not from your home dimension added another layer of complexity to your relationship. You’d be lucky if he even left his own dimension just to be with you.

But, you didn’t want to mull over it and open the door to any unnecessary longing of ‘what could’ve been’ and ‘what if’s’ tonight. You had Albie now and every moment left like a treasure trove of warmth and comfort.

Your dinner that you made fresh was sitting on the coffee table in front of you, waiting to be eaten. Just as you were about to pick up your plate to start on your food, you heard a sharp whisper in your ear that sent a chill down your spine.

“Hey,”

You flinched.

That was not something you wanted to hear when you were home alone. You quickly cupped your ear instinctively before you saw a marigold hologram glitch in front of you that was followed by Lyla’s figure.

“Hey girl,” she greeted, fluttering her fingers in a wave.

“Lyla—! Jeez don’t scare me like that,” You exclaimed before signing in both relief and annoyance.

“Sorry, I didn’t want to interrupt your night with a grand entrance,” You didn’t want to admit that she already did just that. She glitched around you, disappearing and reappearing in different directions around you as she spoke. “By the way, Miguel needs you back in HQ,”

“Right now? Can’t he get someone else? I’m supposed to be on my day off,” you protested.

“Actually your days off are on Mondays and Thursdays,” she reminded you. You quickly glanced at your calendar and saw that she was right. You sighed again. So much for enjoying the evening to yourself.

“Alright…tell him I’ll be there in 10,”

“Copy that,” she saluted before she glitched away, leaving alone with the food in front of you.

You watch the steam waltz into the air from your hot meal, almost teasing you. It wouldn’t taste the same when you reheat it in the microwave. Yet, a part of you was glad that you didn’t start eating yet. Dimension traveling on a full stomach always ended in motion sickness.

You took the plate and made your way to the kitchen and covered it with a foil sheet. You then headed to your room to change into your suit and tapped on your watch, activating a colourful whirlwind portal for you to step into.

Hold onto Albie for me 🥹🤞🏼 he’s a stable man (for now)

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬: @femaholicc @keepitreal001 @risararelywrites @jadeloverxd @cl3stevu

@scaleniusrm @smartyren @homewreckingwreck @indecisive-capricorn @toyfortoji

Lmk if you wanna be tagged for this series (i didn’t know who to tag here so I tagged whoever commented on part 1)

Part 3…data loading ⏳

[howlsofbloodhounds]

I saw somewhere (here on Tumblr but I don't remember from who) that the creator of Dreamtale apparently wanted Driller to become canon at some point. And, I gotta say, I don't think that relationship would be healthy for Killer.

Here's my thing, Dream is very focused on helping his brother and getting his brother back. And Killer is a paranoid fucker who for very good reason thinks everyone is out to use him.

How would Dream ever be able to convince Killer that he isn't using him to get closer to Nightmare? How would he ever convince him that his kindness and affection don't have ulterior motives?

With Color it's a lot easier because Color isn't really affiliated with Nightmare in any way. Like, I don't think he'd leave him to die if he found him injured somewhere, but I also don't think he'd be going out of his way to try and help him. And definitely not as publicly as Dream does.

Like, how could Killer ever truly feel safe in that relationship? And that's without considering the fact that power corrupted Nightmare, but he started as Dream's twin. Meaning that Dream theoretically has just as much capacity to become corrupted as Nightmare did. And he's powerful (of course, Color himself isn't weak, but, again, his powers are further removed from Nightmare's), would Killer wanna risk ending up trapped simply under a different apple twin? I mean, maybe, he doesn't exactly have that many self preservation instincts. But would he be truly happy with that choice?

I also don’t think it’d help Dream either. Dream is constantly on the move, keeping ahead of Nightmare, trying to keep that last golden apple safe. He cannot provide the stability Killer needs because everyone else is always pulling him in different directions and his duty as the Guardian of Positivity would understandably be placed above Killer. It is important.

Color isn’t exactly known for staying in one spot either, but he is consistent and committed to Killer in a way Dream simply cannot afford to do. Not at the cost of everyone else, Dream has a lot of responsibility, or at least he may feel he does. I wouldn’t doubt he struggles to maintain a “work” and personal life balance, whereas Color does not have this type of responsibility to the Multiverse.

The only responsibility Color has to anyone or anything except Killer is the six human souls. Aka six dead children he has absorbed and will spend the rest of his life taking care of, alongside Killer. This will be a terribly exhausting thing and huge responsibility, and Color understands that, but he’s willing and able to take the commitment. And he has friends to support and help him.

Would Dream be able to handle it or understand when Killer is cued or triggered? Would he be able to understand when he refuses to eat, or manipulates, or acts out, when killer tests and pokes and prods at him. Would he be able to understand willing vs conditioned submission, would he be able to understand dissociation and fawn responses.

Would he rely on his empathy abilities far too much when doing so won’t get him nowhere with Stage 2, and could potentially have effects on Nightmare’s own emotional conditioning of Killer.

Would he be able to understand how killer can be a threat to himself or others—his desensitization and comfort with violence and self mutilatation. Whenever Chara starts whispering and Killer starts feeling watched, judged.

A sense of impending doom if he doesn’t do what Chara wants. A sense that it’ll all be Reset if he doesn’t keep up the Deal, and none of this will matter in the end.

Would he be able to understand the pure intensely of Stage 1’s emotions—which could lead to self destructive breakdowns when he feels like he doesn’t deserve kindness or happiness or safety or even the right to exist.

Stage 4’s inclination towards self destruction at any sign or fear of being restricted from fulfilling the Deal, any sign of failure—which while inevitably happen because Dream cannot allow Killer to go around killing people.

Would Dream be able to understand why Stage 4 will feel it has to—wants to—die if it can’t kill people or destroy worlds—because that wouldn’t make sense to anyone, but that’s what it looks like from the outside.

Stage 4 wouldn’t explain what’s going on internally—it would think Dream should already understand if he’s a handler, or that it is unimportant that he understands if hes not a handler—so long as it’s done.

Would Dream be able to accept Killer as he is without feeling the need to look for something “good” in him all the time. He’s afraid of Killer when he’s in Stage 2—even him going to touch him caused Dream to get scared.

Killer has hurt Dream before, and doesn’t feel remorse and I’m sure Dream can sense that—but he keeps looking for something “positive” and “good” in Killer.

Color doesn’t really care if Killer is good or not, he doesn’t need him to be—and he didn’t need to sense any positive emotion from Killer to tell he needed help or is capable of change or is secretly a “good person” deep down.

Killer asked for help, he asked to be saved, and so Color is helping and saving. He expressed a desire for change, a want to get and be better—but more importantly, that he wanted out.

And of course, Killer will think Dream is trying to use him to get to Nightmare. Stage 2 always does think of himself as something for others to use—a tool, a weapon, a resource.

But whereas Color can easily argue back that he really doesn’t gain any benefit from helping Killer besides a friend and a feeling of happiness/purpose, Dream will always have a benefit from trying to save Killer.

Save Nightmare, find out more about Nightmare, use Killer against Nightmare, take Killer off the field and away from Nightmare’s grasp so he cant be used as a weapon against the Multiverse. These are all noble goals that anyone would understandably have, but to Killer—it’s still using him.

Color is in position to uniquely challenge Killer’s worldview and the time and resources needed to dedicate to him. Dream has a lot more going on, a war to win. A brother to save. People to protect. The poor man will be running himself into the ground taking on more than he can handle.

{ @stellocchia }

[elamimax]

Hey I wrote a book!

It's called

FURTHER PRINCIPLES: ON THE DYNAMICS OF INTERDIMENSIONAL EMOTIONAL SUPPORT

I'mma be real with you gang.

This one rules.

I'm really freaking proud.

This is the sequel to Principles of Non-Euclidean Romance, a science fiction romcom starring a transsexual lesbian Lovecraftian horror obsessed with the Vengaboys. It can be found on itch and Amazon.

Further Principles follows the continued adventures of the eldritch abomination Sammaël through time, space and a secret third thing in its attempts to connect to the ineffable human experience, this time through the power of friendship and awkward conversations with someone who literally doesn't have anyone else to turn to.

If you like fantasy, science fiction, and metanarrative stories with a hefty helping of linguistic jokes, inspired by Terry Pratchett and Douglas Adams, starring an eldritch abomination that just wants to be friends, you really should check it out.

You can purchase it on amazon here

To whet your appetite, I have provided you with some excerpts

Finally, I would also like to offer:

It contains the best kiss I have ever written and, potentially, the best kiss in the multiverse.

So come on, give it a shot, and please share the post because lately my reach online has been lacking and selling these things is how I pay rent lol.

[intotheelliwoods]

So do I tbh, 2AL is having the most interesting time here in the multiverse, first getting PTSD from a massive skele-dog, and now learning how everyone else first met their past selves, by that I mean how different it went

---

ANON I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO ASK ME THIS.

lil essay under the cut~

I actually have thought about this so much, I just never had the chance to really mention anything about it, since its something more implied than directly stated.

When P!Leo first lost the arm yes he would get highly uncomfortable with anyone at all touching it, even just looking at it was an absolute nightmare come true. Though to be fair his family did just avoid touching it in general. F!Leo on the other hand, being the emotional support he is, was the only one who would actively touch it, and would do so often. Yes at first it was probably the most strangest feeling P!Leo ever felt and probably did not feel good at all, but over time F!Leo touching his stump became a massive comfort.

F!Leo kept touching the stump as means to help his younger self get used to the new sensations there, along with the fact that the arm is actually gone. Each time he touched his stump was just his way of saying "Hey its ok, you are not alone, I have been through this before, I am living proof you will be alright in the end", without actually saying any words.

^ Why in lots of my little bonus doodles I have F!Leo touching the stump btw, its part of the healing process :)

This can also tie into this ask a good bit! Not only does F!Leo frequently touch the stump of his younger self to get him used to it, but he keeps his robot arm off most of the time to help his younger self also get used to the idea of what its like to not have both arms.

Though I think by the time P!Leo got his new arm, he got used to it being touched enough that anyone else touching it besides his older self was completely alright.

Everyone give a round of applause for 2AL Future Leo for being an absolute champ!

As for F!Leo, he has had the arm gone long enough where anyone can touch his stump without a care in the world, P!Leo would definitely take advantage of this by the way, and would totally fidget with the port before he got one himself just so he could sorta feel what it was like,,

[azurem]

Finally something not inkmare related...! this is how I picture dreamtale's trees in my verse. As expected, it's very much not canon compliant! Hope I make sense...!

Okay, so we know that in Dreamtale (DT for short, or I'll go coo coo), there exists 3 trees that basically support all life: the tree of emotions, the tree of magic and the tree of life and death.

In my verse, the attribute of the third tree gets changed so it fits with Reaper existing and vibing: the tree isn't of literally life and death, but rather of memories.

So the trees' attributes resemble the inner composition of a monster's soul: Love (Emotions), Magic, and Compassion (Memories translate into knowledge, the capacity of acknowledging a person's suffering)

But also thanks to that I can explain the existence of Outcodes in my verse...! kinda!

I always felt like the existence of something "inside" the story shouldn't affect something "outside" of it (the only exception being Error, of course, since that's his role), so the idea that the trees ruled over all the AUs' script seemed a bit off to me? So I decided to make it make sense in my head by changing it so the AUs themselves aren't dependent on the trees to have their script played out, but rather the (out)scripts events being dependent on the trees existing.

For example, in a multiverse without the trees, Underfell would play out normally. All feelings, memories, and magic there were coded to happen, so they do happen. However, once the script is done and written, they can't experience anything of that: they can't go outscript because the actions aren't coded; it's like trying to make someone go 5th dimensional. It's just impossible to make it happen (I imagine their character assets/the bodies just stay still until the script plays out again. Kinda like ____tale)

However, if the trees do exist, then the script isn't determinant on whether the characters can act or not. Of course, they'll follow the script most of the time if there's no third person interference, but they will be able to react in case the script isn't followed, because the trees are basically giving the characters... free will? In a way?

This, of course, means that if they ever go offscript they'd be affected by the trees' state. For a second, after Nightmare became corrupted, any action offscript would have been made based on a negative emotion, because they quite literally can't react in other ways since it's not coded.

Andddd going back to the trees themselves...! I imagine there's a super obscure inheritance thing for them (this will help me explain my verse Nightmare's final goal).

Mortals cannot withstand more than one apple since they... uh. Get super overwhelmed by energy and explode. Nightmare doesn't explode, but rather melts because the negativity is just too much for his monster body to handle.

Of course, it can be explained by him being Nim-made, but I can push it a bit further and explain it as him unintentionally kick-starting a process to make him the new Guardian of Emotions (since neither him nor Dream were created to be that, but rather just temporary replacements), which started the moment he ate more than one apple.

As such, his final goal isn't just to steal Dream's apple/kill him just to make everyone feel miserable, but is rather more linked to his desire to ascend into a balanced being that isn't just made from negative emotions, but that controls positive ones, too (a God, if one thinks of Nim as such).

(Whoever has the 1000 apples becomes the new Tree of Emotions, since Nim died).

[undertale-fic-librarby]

Do you have any fics centred around the dreamtale brothers? I don’t have any specifics in mind other than Dream not being the villain.

Howdy, thanks for asking! Here are some fics that might fit what you're looking for!

Pull the Strings (Mine or Yours) by writing_biting (Mature, Incomplete)

The Guardian and Protector of Positivity, Dream, is a simple sort of spirit who just wants to keep people alive, safe and happy. When his brother and fellow Guardian, Nightmare, is corrupted by the magic of the Tree of Feelings, things begin to be a little more complicated. They are forced to flee the village they spent their entire lives in and learn that the world is far more immense than they ever could have imagined. When a kind (and vaguely suspicious) stranger opens their doors to them, the twins find themselves apart of something much bigger than themselves, a puppet show where everyone is trying to pull the strings. After all, the only thing that matters is that the audience is entertained.

Time never erases the secrets of our Souls by Sinaxia_KaerellWennSemeilh (Mature, Incomplete)

History repeats itself but does not follow itself. Dream had never eaten a single fruit from the Tree of Emotions while Nightmare ate them all to the last one. Nightmare has disowned this name from the start, and now seeks to reconnect with the missing twin. But Dream ceased to be Dream centuries ago … In a seemingly calm Multiverse, something sinister is brewing in the shadows … and no one is prepared for it.

Between Curses and Alliances by Cassia156 (General Audiences, Incomplete)

The story follows Nightmare, a young skeleton, who runs away from his parents' castle after being locked in his room by a curse. Desperate and lonely, he is found and rescued and taken to a new castle where other skeletons live. In the castle, Nightmare finds comfort and support that welcomes him and promises him freedom and safety there. Despite the trauma and pain he still carries, Nightmare begins to feel like he can finally find a home and heal among the new friends he has made. Or: This is about when I was watching Barbie Magic of Pegasus, and I thought, what if it was Dream Annika and Nightmare Brietta and this came to my head and I ended up writing, here is the result.

A Curious Case of Possession, Ghouls, and How Nightmares Can Come True by Mutatedbunnies (Mature, Incomplete)

Once upon a time, in a sleepy village on the outskirts of a dreary forest, lived a man and his family. The man grieved the death of his wife, so much so that he began to lose his sanity. In his despair he decided to conjure a demon to bring her back to life. Little did he know, demons can’t bring the dead back. Almost two hundred years later, two young twins learn of their own powers and of the extensive network of other worldly beings alive and well in the modern day. With the help of a family friend, Nightmare and Dream start their own business as ghost experts, called to all things paranormal since they were children. However, they are young and inexperienced... But HE is not.

Healing by BubblesLeFishe (Not Rated, Complete)

Dream is utterly exhausted to say the least. He works his metaphorical ass off every waking day of his miserable life just to be rewarded with Ink forgetting him in an extremely negative AU where he passes out to Nightmares mercy. Once Nightmare throws Dream into a cell where the weakened guardian will possibly cross paths with death, will Nightmare finally give in to his conflicted emotions and hear his brother's side of the story that fateful night in Dreamtale?

[weebsinstash]

Help, I’ve got massive brain rot about both YanSpiderverse and the YT fics. Like if we go from your post when platonic Yan Miguel makes reader call him Tio/Papa and the one about Miguel angst, Imagine in the moment when he thinks reader is YouTwo and gets rid of them/kicks them out of spider society, he gets angry at them for calling him Tio/Papa again. Only once reader comes back, literally almost dead from glitching through the multiverse, they’re in too much shock/too scared of what Miguel will do to them to call him that again. Cue regretful/pissed off Miguel earning back his Tio privileges by being a bit tooo nice to reader.

NOOOOOOO because he spent all this time forcing his affections on you and eventually legitimately actually winning some sort of trust and affection from you and you're able to trust him as this weird parental/platonic guardian figure who's never supposed to hurt you and you're finally calling him tio/papá and asking for his help and it just makes him SHOUT IN ANGER AT YOU, maybe even slap or punch you because from his perspective you're a dirty fake soiling something that's precious to him

YOU'RE COMING TO HIM FOR HELP IN A MOMENT OF VULNERABILITY AND HE JUST HURTS YOU like really for people like me that's a revisit to the childhood trauma that made him wanna give you a proper father figure in the first place. He tries to heal you after you get abused by your dad and then he hurts you in a moment of need, like, the angst man, just him seeing how he's completely lost your trust, he reaches for you to hold you and you FLINCH becuase you still remember him punching you so hard it almost knocked some of your teeth out

Like imagine Miguel's DISGUST if he's gotten rid of you and he's with YouTwo and he thinks he's won and he's helped you and you're just so happy and YouTwo just. Eventually comes on to him. Like the immediate 180 degree turn in his emotional state from victorious to devastated. Maybe he's trying to hug 'you' in an emotional embrace because he's feeling so stressed and you ground him and here's YouTwo, suddenly smiling up at him so coyly, putting a hand on his chest that starts trailing lower, lower, leaning to try and kiss him, and he's just like NO ABSOLUTELY NOT, WHERE IS MY BABY 😭 the DISGUST, the REPULSION, who is this PERVERT pretending to be his little one?

There are just all these little things he used to enjoy with you that he cant anymore that he misses SO much. He used to love to comb and do things with your hair and when you return from essentially living in the wilderness you just have it cut SO short and he kinda grieves not being able to do anything with your hair anymore (at least until it grows back, and maybe his new routine is washing your hair for you and massaging your scalp with hair regrowth treatments which he maybe concocted himself being a genius geneticist and all). You're extremely quiet now and when you speak to him it's always like you hesitate first, as if you're catering every word to please him to not get harmed. He used to take you on Spiderman missions and nowadays you're so ran down from your experience that you could use a few MONTHS of resting up before you feel like going back out into the fray again (IF your Papá let's you, which, he won't, not without him). He had new clothes for you that you don't fill out the same anymore because you've lost weight and muscle

But on the flip side. Maybe your experience was so traumatizing and unstable that you need someone showering you with love and support and affection now more than ever. You're afraid to sleep alone, you're scared going out in public where there's strangers or lots of people, you're scared of open areas, you're scared of reflective surfaces that show your reflection, like... Miguel NEEDS to make this up to you and if keeping you with him 24/7 and then some is the answer, he's all too happy to hover, and GOD FORBID if someone does something to you during this time where you're unstable and he's trying to fix things. It could be the smallest thing. You're walking through a hallway and someone runs by in a hurry and they accidentally knock you over and suddenly they're having a massive man lunge at them, knocking them over, barking at them how they need to watch what they're fucking doing, demanding they apologize to you and all but make them beg for your forgiveness

Nowadays, if someone enters Miguel's little office or monitor room or whatever the fuck, there's a chance he's still in the dark as always, but, now there's a chance he's in there sitting in a chair, watching his monitors and working as usual while you're wrapped up in a blanket tucked against his chest, his large body protecting you nice and cozy while you sleep because you finally crashed from the anxiety keeping you awake and being held like this helps fight off the nightmares