Okay nope Real life stuff has rendered this near impossible Ill be active mostly on my personal, @lesbiamethyst, you can follow me there if you’re wanting to keep up with me. I may also be creeping into activity on @rebornquartz again, but.. I won’t be coming back here, at least not soon.. Im so sorry everyone. I hope to see a few of you around, either on my other rp blog or at my personal! I’d love to talk to you, and youll all be more than welcome. But for those who were just following fr Wheatley..I wish you the best of fortune. Maybe I’ll drift back here one of these days, I’ll be sure to announce it if I do! Much love, and thank you all for how much fun I had here. <3

Okay nope Real life stuff has rendered this near impossible Ill be active mostly on my personal, @lesbiamethyst, you can follow me there if you’re wanting to keep up with me. I may also be creeping into activity on @rebornquartz again, but.. I won’t be coming back here, at least not soon.. Im so sorry everyone. I hope to see a few of you around, either on my other rp blog or at my personal! I’d love to talk to you, and youll all be more than welcome. But for those who were just following fr Wheatley..I wish you the best of fortune. Maybe I’ll drift back here one of these days, I’ll be sure to announce it if I do! Much love, and thank you all for how much fun I had here. <3

Okay nope Real life stuff has rendered this near impossible Ill be active mostly on my personal, @lesbiamethyst, you can follow me there if you’re wanting to keep up with me. I may also be creeping into activity on @rebornquartz again, but.. I won’t be coming back here, at least not soon.. Im so sorry everyone. I hope to see a few of you around, either on my other rp blog or at my personal! I’d love to talk to you, and youll all be more than welcome. But for those who were just following fr Wheatley..I wish you the best of fortune. Maybe I’ll drift back here one of these days, I’ll be sure to announce it if I do! Much love, and thank you all for how much fun I had here. <3

Okay nope Real life stuff has rendered this near impossible Ill be active mostly on my personal, @lesbiamethyst, you can follow me there if you’re wanting to keep up with me. I may also be creeping into activity on @rebornquartz again, but.. I won’t be coming back here, at least not soon.. Im so sorry everyone. I hope to see a few of you around, either on my other rp blog or at my personal! I’d love to talk to you, and youll all be more than welcome. But for those who were just following fr Wheatley..I wish you the best of fortune. Maybe I’ll drift back here one of these days, I’ll be sure to announce it if I do! Much love, and thank you all for how much fun I had here. <3

Suddenly, it was like a flip switched inside of her and all her emotions came back at once. The Atlantian shrieked and launched herself at the cyborg, arms wrapped around his neck, tail around his waist and wings around his back. The force of her ‘attack’ made them both fall to the ground, but she hardly cared. He was really and truly there, in her arms, warm and alive and breathing!!

“Oh Wheatley!! Wheatley, you’re alive! You’re actually here!! You’re really really here!!” The grey skinned female pulled back just enough to kiss him deeply, eyes closed and head tilted to one side. After a while, she pulled back to look him over again, tears spilling over her cheeks as she laughed giddily. “Gods, you’re real and here!! You’re real… warm, breathing, functioning!” She pressed her pointed ear to his chest, listening to his heartbeat with the biggest smile on her face, still crying. 

Wheatley was half-tempted to turn and walk away. After all, she seemed intent on giving him only silence for a response no matter what he said, but... he’d done enough running away. Enough turning his back. He owed it to her to stand here and wait out her silence; to take whatever vicious anger she harbored for him. She deserved the chance to take it out on him after what he’d done, and so he would patiently remain here until she was through with him. Folding slender hands behind his back, the half-human bowed his head like a kicked puppy. And he waited.

Upon hearing her first shriek he flinched, expecting the shout to be one of fury. In no way was he braced for the sudden and unbarred impact of his beloved flying into him. With a shocked yep he was carried backwards, gracelessly flailing the whole way down until he landed flat on his back. He felt so warm; his whole body encapsulated by her embrace, and for a moment it was all he could do to stare at her in surprise. She was happy to see him? Really...?

Tears of pure disbelief flooded bright blue eyes, and he wriggled his arms free from her grip, hesitantly hovering them over her for a second before he managed the nerve to hug her back. No sooner did his arms loop around her than he was crying, hiccupping as quiet tears slipped down his cheeks. He listened to her joyful rambles with a storm of emotions, his brain telling him that he didn’t deserve her even as his heart swelled with joy. Unable to do much else, he did the only thing he could think of. He buried his face into her shoulder, whimpering around the sobs that clogged his throat.

  “Shada. Shada. My Shada.. My love..I’ve missed you. I’m so sorry. I’m here..”

Send me “It's okay,” for my muse to react to your muse wrapping their arms them and telling them this.

Or send me, “Am I going to be okay?” for my muse to wrap their armsaround your muse and comfort them.

a “just pretend to be human” au. dressing him up so he fits in.

What had he expected? This was a question he could not answer. Even he had no idea how he'd thought his dear Shada would respond to him popping back into existence after such a prolonged absence. Had he thought she'd be happy, greeting him with joyful tears and hugs? Not really Had he expected her to scream? To throw things and tell him to get out and stay gone? Well, that had seemed a shred more likely, but still not quite right.. Who knows what he had thought would greet him upon his return, but whatever it was.. He had not been prepared for silence. His explanation had been greeted with empty air, no answer, no rage or joy.. His apologies had fallen ;in the same way, like weights falling through the air between them. After a while of talking, Wheatley, the bot who'd been made for chatter, successfully ran out of things to say. And so he plead with he for some sort of response, and was offered only an observation. As if he even deserved that...

He stood and looked at her, so still it seemed he'd frozen there, before he shrugged off the coat that rested over his shoulders. Reaching out tentatively, he draped it around her back. It was quiet. "...I'm sorry." was all he could think of to say, a faint, pitiable whisper that barely succeeded in breaking the stillness at all.