#or theyd side step the question

[hydrngea]

Rafe x reader

They grew up together and as kids Rafe got reader a necklace and she still wears it to this day but Rafe doesn’t notice until she’s all dressed up for midsummer

(This is really random but I thought it was cute lol)

Ur writing is amazing btw! 🫶🏻

perfect pick

a/n : thanks sm!!! i appreciate the compliment :)) i didn’t completely answer the prompt but i might do a part 2 in a couple of days :))

notes : rafe cameron x reader, au to some extent featuring rafes mom before she disappeared.

masterlist | PART TWO

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rafe could care less about your tenth birthday. in fact, the only reason he even knew it was coming up was because it was all you and sarah could ever talk about lately; what the theme would be, what kind of cake would be the best to eat, who should and should not be invited.

rafe cameron does not care about your birthday- which is why when his mom forced him to come along with her to pick out a present for you, all he wanted to do was jump out of the car and run away.

“but she’s not even my friend.” he whined as they entered the mall, keeping the door open for his mom to go in with wheezies stroller.

“no buts. she’s family, rafe.”

he groans, his steps heavy against the large and perfectly square porcelain tiles of tiffany’s.

“just because she’s your best friends daughter doesn’t mean i have to get her a present.”

his mom shushes him as they approach the jewelry counter, placing a hand on his shoulder before smiling at the associate.

the associate is too enthusiastic to be genuine at this time of day. rafe rolls his eyes at her sickly sweet tone while she asks what they’re looking for. he feels a nudge at his side and his face twitches with annoyance.

“a necklace.” he says under his breath, planning on choosing the first one the associate suggests.

she leads them to the left side of the store, hand gesturing to an array of really expensive necklaces for them to choose from.

“i’ll be right where you found me if you need any help with specifics.” she smiles before abandoning them.

rafe turns to look at his mom, who holds wheezie on her hip. “so?” he shrugs.

“hm?”

he shoves his hands into the pockets of his shorts, “what one do you want?”

his mother laughs, adjusting wheezie on her hip and grabbing her hand, stopping her from dirtying the display with her chubby fingers. “i don’t want any of these. which one does y/n want?”

the question makes him think for a second. he doesn’t know what you would like. he flips through his memories for some sort of indication, but really he should just point to a random piece and call it a day.

red. he thinks, he remembers you saying your favorite color is red- on multiple occasions.

it was red like ladybugs 4 years ago. then red like pretty roses. red like red pandas a couple years before. red like taylor swifts iconic lipstick now.

he shakes his head, then points to a silver chain with a little red charm in it. “that.” he shrugs and then turns on his heel, before his mom can question if its the best choice.

…

he fidgets with the black ribbon wrapped neatly on top of the gift box theyd put the necklace in, eyes tracing over the bolder lettering over and over again as they walked back to the parking lot. he avoids making eye contact with his mom, like for some reason it’d trigger her to go on another rant about how he should act gentlemanly when he gives her the present or at least act like he cares.

they make it to the car without any conversation, save for some half-coherent blabber here and there from wheezie. he slips into the passenger seat while his mom buckles in wheeze into her carseat, the box still in his hands.

halfway through the car ride, the silence between them is broken. “i know you don’t like to talk about your feelings rafe, but you don’t do a great job at hiding your facial expressions.”

“mom,” he groans, leaning the back of his head deep into the leather seat of her escalade.

“i can tell you have a soft spot for her.” she continues, pressing on the brakes as they approach a red light.

“i don’t.” rafe grumbles, fingernail digging into the box and leaving a mark.

“deny all you want, but i saw the way you looked thinking about her. it’ll catch up to you one day.”

he finally brings his gaze to her, his blue eyes meeting her mirroring irises with a glint of curiosity over what her words mean. he makes to open his mouth, to ask what she means by the look. to ask what’s going to catch up to him. but then reminds himself it doesn’t matter and stops himself.

he doesn’t have anything to catch up to him, because he doesn’t have any sort of feelings for y/n.

there’s no way he feels something towards you- could he?

he shakes his head, putting the box to his side and out of his lap and flickering his eyes to his window. why is he letting his mom get into his head?

he doesn’t care about you. doesn’t care about hee stupid birthday, or even care much about the stupid present he chose for you.

—————-

your tenth birthday party is excatly how you wanted it to be. it’s perfectly decorated, with red streamers hung all over the downstairs of your house and taylor swift themed snacks and games. you were having the time of your life, drunk off shirley temples in fancy alcholol flutes.

you notice a stain on your birthday sash and you pout. quickly excusing yourself to drop off the sash in your room, you rush out of your back patio and into the house, making your way towards the stairs when you bump into someone’s solid chest.

here’s one thing to note; regardless of what everyone says, you do not like rafe cameron. “oh, rafe.” you say, taking a small step back-you can feel your cheeks burn under his gaze.

okay fine, the previous statement was a lie. but not completely, it was only a small crush. tiny. as big as the sprinkles on your birthday cake.

“here.” he shoves a small gift bag into your hands and then hastily walks away before you can ask what it is.

the interaction leaves you somewhat disoriented but also flustered, skin pink and pulse fast.

on your past birthdays, you always get one present from sarah and one from her parents. and that’s what you think it is, a present from sarah’s family.

you bring the bag up with you into you room and pull the sash off your body, throwing it into a random corner of your room.

you know it’s bad etiquette to open presents before it’s time, but for some reason you’re too drawn to the gift bag to wait. you peak your head out your bedroom door and find that the coast is clear, and open the bag, pulling out a small teal box with a black ribbon wrapped around it. you shake it close to your ear, guessing it’s some sort of jewelry and grin to yourself when you realize you’re right

you open the box and find the most perfect necklace ever. it’s silver, with a small red heart attached to its chain with your initial engraved onto it.

you’ll have to thank mrs and mr cameron for the gift. it might be even better than the one sarah got you.

you hear your mom call for you from the bottom of the stairs and you quickly shove the box into the top drawer of your dresser, leaving the bag on top of your bed before hurrying back downstairs to rejoin the party.

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you’re confused when mrs cameron hands you another gift bag when it’s time to open presents.

“another one?” you ask with your brow furrowed, though you aren’t complaining.

“from me, ward and wheeze.” she hands it to you with a warm smile and a quick wink.

that’s when it clicks that the present wasn’t from who you thought it.

you slip away from the party and rush back up to your room, grabbing the original bag and digging inside for a card or an indication form who it could be from.

there’s a note stuck to the bottom of the bag, made of ripped loose leaf and written with a dull pencil.

“happy birthday” it says, with no signature. but you don’t need one to know who it’s from.

suddenly, your heart starts hammering and your face starts to swell with a smile.

you can’t believe it- rafes the one who got you the necklace, and somehow he managed to make it perfect.

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authors note part 2 : i want to say this is extremely UNEDITED so i apologize for any errors and incoherences etc ! there’s a 90% chance i’m gonna take this down and repost this with edits lol.

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PART 2

[puhpandas]

Between The Lines

(7,832 words)

Tony thinks that there's something about Freddy and Bonnie that make them seem closer and different than the other Glamrocks. It takes him a while to realize that there isn't on the outside like he thought, and that maybe, he just sees himself and Gregory in them. And that a certain drawing Gregory has given to him might tell him that Gregory had the same idea.

Greg and Ellis had looked like kids in a candy shop when theyd entered the West Arcade for the first time since the Pizzaplex reopened.

Just like all the banners strung about have advertised, theres brand new arcades and games to try out around the place. The place is fuller, not only due to the sheer amount of guests, especially because of the return of Bonnie, but also because of all of the new cabinets taking up space.

Tony had been content just following his friends as they floundered over what game to play first. They had such big smiles on their faces while wandering around... itd been nice seeing them like that. Tony knows Gregory has been having trouble lately. The whole GGY thing takes a toll on him, even after it's been over for months. He's not much different, but... Greg definitely has it worse. Tony's just glad he's loosening up for this.

Even Tony, who hadn't ever really cared for arcade games, can notice just how many new games have been added to the Faz-Cade. Every step brings his attention to a new cabinet here, another one there, all with new themes and art he's never seen before.

Despite how much he likes to be aware of everything around him, he usually can only focus on one thing at a time. His friends voices are only background noise to him while he gazes at all of the new sights in the Faz-Cade. They're saying something about grinding for points and scores, but Tony cant focus when he's just admiring some particularly cool art.

Subconsciously, his body stops along with his friends when they suddenly quit walking to admire some other cabinet. He startles at the change, and goes to open his mouth, a question already on his tongue.

But he never gets it out. His head doesnt turn, and his eyes catch onto a certain arcade game to their right that's angled directly for the cabinet art to be staring right at him.

The bright and contrasting colors of the two characters in the drawing are all he needs to see to recognize them at first glance.

It's a drawing of Freddy and Bonnie; the colors bright and art angled to look dynamic on the curve of the games' outer shape. Its brand new art, Tony's sure of it. Theres been multiple of Bonnie across the Plex so far since he's returned.

He would know.

Freddy and Bonnie... Tony doesnt know why, but he just cant stop looking at the art of them on the cabinet. They're shoulder to shoulder, bodies leaned onto each other and looking at eachother from the corner of their eyes. Not their instruments or who would be the viewer... eachother.

Its like they're in their own little world, Tony thinks. He doesn't know why he thinks that. He's never noticed a difference before. Is there even one? Has there ever been this kind of closeness in promotional art with characters like Roxy and Monty or Chica and Freddy?

Maybe he should get another opinion. He tilts his head, never taking his eyes off of the art on the cabinet over. "Hey, guys? Does this art of Freddy and Bonnie look--"

"Midnight Motorist!" He's cut off mid sentence by Ellis' exclamation. Ellis takes off from his side, and it finally tears Tony's eyes off of the drawing of Freddy and Bonnie. He races to a cabinet a few over and is bouncing in place looking it over. "I cant believe this is one of the new ones they added!"

Gregory is the next to leave his side after that, heading to join Ellis at the cabinet and blabbering on about something himself. But Tony finds it hard to listen when his mind is still stuck on the brand new official Freddy and Bonnie art for some reason.

He shakes it off, leaving it for another time. He knows sometimes his curiosity can take over his brain in the middle of something sometimes. He just... doesn't understand what there is to be curious about this time. It doesn't eat away at him like curiosity does to him every time, though. This time doesnt feel the same.

He shakes it off again, this time shaking his head physically for good measure. Later. He thinks. He leaves the cabinet and joins his friends by Midnight Motorist, and begins to catch their conversation.

"Do you think we can get the first high scores on it?" Greg is asking when Tony gets there. Theres a kind of rare wicked grin on his face. "Just imagine. Setting an example for everyone else before they can even try themselves."

Ellis huffs a laugh, and eyes Tony when he stands beside Greg. "Hey," Ellis grins. "Wanna watch me set the first high score ever on Midnight Motorist?"

Tony smiles, eyeing the completely empty Best Players screen. "Sure."

To Tony's suprise, Gregory let's Ellis play first and waits his turn until he's done. Ellis steps up to the cabinet, and Tony is content watching Ellis get to know the game and his steadily racking points.

The two of them have formed a little huddle around Ellis' shoulder. His shoulder. For some reason, Tony and Gregory arent on each side like they should be. Theyve decided to squish into the left side of the cabinet and watch from there.

Why? Tony's thinking. Theres a weird feeling in his stomach that he cant identify. Why didnt they split up? They're shoulder to shoulder and theyre pressed so close together Tony is hyper aware of Greg's presence.

He feels his voice reverberate through his own arm and it makes Tony's cheeks burn and his thoughts scramble to come up with a reason.

He cant find one, he realizes. The chimes and music of the game in front of him kind of fade into the background while he tries to think about it more. His brain runs at a million miles an hour, and hes half aware of the thoughts in his head and half aware of how his heart is hammering in his chest at the same time.

Its confusing to him why he cares so much. Why this one little simple action has made his thoughts run so wild.

But while searching for why he and Greg are so close instead of far apart, for some reason, in response, his mind conjures up the art of Freddy and Bonnie.

"Yeah!" Greg cheers beside him, and Tony startles slightly, his thoughts coming to an abrupt halt as he comes back down to earth. His voice is right in his ear and Tony doesnt know what the weird feeling in his stomach is. "You got this, Ellis!"

He breathes out, deep but quiet and slow. He tries not to be obvious, but after the past few months, he shouldn't be suprised when Greg somehow notices.

He twists his neck over to look Tony's way, and Tony makes himself look back. Theres concern swimming in Gregory's eyes that Tony's so familiar with from over the past few months. When Tony would be struggling with the GGY incident and Greg would try his hardest to help him.

"Hey," Gregory asks, voice hushed and soft. Despite the loud button presses and the music coming from the cabinet just besides them, Gregory's voice reaches him so clearly. "are you okay?"

Tony doesnt respond immediately. He just stares, and ignores the twinge in his neck from how hes leaning his head back from the proximity. For some reason, he flounders for words.

"Uh, yeah." He says after a second, offering a smile. "I'm, uh, okay, Greg. Don't worry about me."

Gregory doesn't respond immediately, just looking at him a bit longer. Despite the inches of height Tony has on Gregory, his presence just feels bigger. Tony dares to flick his eyes, and deep blue meets gold.

Another moment of silence passes, and it feels like it drags on forever. Then, Greg nods. "Kay." He says, then turns back to the cabinet screen.

And that's that.

The feeling in his stomach doesnt go away, and along with the exchange neither do the thoughts. He tries to focus on Ellis' high score and having a good time with his friends, but he keeps being aware of his arm pressed against Greg's and the way that hes so close to him.

He doesnt know what's going on. He doesn't have anything to think about it that isnt jumbled and incomprehensible, so he tries to leave it for another day. He takes a breath, calming himself and the storm thats going on inside of him that's leaving him wondering and confused, and watches the car move back and forth on the road on the screen in front of him.

During it all, flashes of blue and orange keep appearing in his minds eye.

-

If theres one thing Tony had missed since getting Gregory back, its seeing Greg enjoy his art.

He'd never taken it too seriously, just drawn the Glamrocks and himself and his friends a few times, and always just for fun. But that's the point, isnt it? Tony... Tony may take his writing seriously, but that doesnt mean Greg would have to take his art seriously. That's something Tony's learned the past few months.

That you should appreciate chilling and having fun while it happens. GGY wasnt something easy to come back from. It wasnt easy to have seemingly recovered very fast from his attack and gone back to school while still grappling with what happened. Especially after it'd only taken a day or two for the real Greg to show up at his house and tell him what really happened.

The point is, Greg hasnt really touched a pencil and paper in a while. At least... not that Tony's seen.

He understands. He really does. Even Tony hadn't touched writing for a little while after... everything happened. He needed time to process everything, and writing was just never something he'd wanted to do, despite it being something he has fun with.

Greg just needed time, is all. But even Tony couldnt stay away from writing forever. He's picked it back up relatively recently. He just wishes Gregory would do.

Which is why when he goes over to Greg's house; a small apartment where he lives with Vanessa, Tony immediately is drawn to the sight of colorful paper and pencils on Greg's desk.

And on one page, two very distinct colorful characters standing next to eachother peeking under a couple other papers.

"You're drawing again." Tony says with a smile when he walks over to Greg's desk.

Gregory doesnt respond respond right away. It gives more time to Tony to just admire some of the newest art Greg's drawn obviously recently. Theres some of himself, some of people he knows, like Vanessa and even him and Ellis, one of a girl he doesnt recognize, and lots of Freddy.

But Tony's eyes keep being drawn to the orange and blue peeking out from under the more recent papers, and his right arm twitches, wanting to reach for the paper and pull it out to look at it.

It's a strange urge, one that doesn't feel quite like curiosity but has no other name Tony could put to it. It gets the better of him, and before Greg can utter a word from behind him, Tony reaches out and pulls on the corner to slip it out from under the others.

"Wait!" Greg yells from behind him. It's a little loud, and when Tony turns around, he looks a little sheepish, along with something else Tony doesnt have time to put a finger on. "Uh, which one is that?"

Tony raises a brow, but he let's his eyes fall back on the drawing of Freddy and Bonnie. He holds it out to Greg, trying to smile. "Uh, this one."

Gregory doesnt say anything, just walking up to his side and looking at the drawing himself. Theres an expression Tony cant place on Greg's face, and he cant help but feel like hes maybe done something wrong.

"I'm sorry," Tony blurts out, lowering the drawing. His brows furrow as he turns to look at Gregory. "should I have, uh, should I have not looked at your drawings without asking?"

Immediately, Gregory's shaking his head, waving a hand. "Uh. No. You're fine." He says slowly, and he's glancing at his desk and the corkboard hung above it with old and new drawings hung on it.

"I display them myself. Its..." Greg trails off, looking deep in thought for only a split second before he says, "it's... okay for you to see them."

Tony's quiet for a second, but his heads nodding and hes blinking shortly after. "Okay, good."

"Here." Greg says, coming up to him with a new small smile on his face; usually, all of Greg's smiles are small, so Tony can notice when ones real or not. This one... it's real, but also a little... nervous? Theres an undertone to it that Tony cant place, but any thoughts he could have had about it wash way when Greg's standing next to him again, bringing up the page in his hand he'd held out of sight back in view with a gentle hand. "You can see it."

Tony holds the page like its porcelain glass, his grip gentle and careful. Greg has the other side, and the paper is longways; meaning Greg's pressed against his shoulder again.

It... theres that weird feeling, again. But Tony doesnt really pay it any mind right now. He just admires the drawing Greg's offered him to see and takes in all the details.

In the soft sunlight of Gregory's window, it gives him plenty good view to see the art. Its good. Its really good. Tony knows Greg is a good artist, but... this is better than he thought it would be. Tony takes in the details, the line strokes and the color choices and even the little blocks signature in the corner of the page. He smiles instinctively.

"Its... good." He mumbles, voice quiet, but earnest. The drawing is of Freddy and Bonnie, colors bright and popping like they were on the arcade cabinet back at the Faz-Cade. This reminds him of then, Tony realizes. The drawing is similar, and... it gives him that same feeling. That same wonder if theres something else there between Freddy and Bonnie.

They're standing beside eachother, and the pose isnt as dynamic at the cabinets was. They're facing forward, but looking at eachother. They have one arm on each instrument, but the others that are in-between eachother just... hang limply. It makes Tony's brows furrow. It doesn't fit with the pose Greg was going for.

This whole time, Tony realizes, Greg had been watching his reaction. He suddenly becomes aware of Gregory looking at him and how hes holding the other side of the page and how their shoulders are pressed together. How their hands are hanging limply next to eachother. His fingers twitch and burn, and so does his face.

"You like it?" Greg is asking, and Tony tries to ignore that exact same strange feeling in his stomach he's been having to answer him. His mouth feels heavy and locked shut, and he stammers.

"Ye-Yeah!" He manages, managing to keep looking away from Greg's eyes and at the drawing in front of him. He smiles, and it's real when he says, "Its-- Its great, Greg. Its amazing."

But then Gregory is silent for a second too long, and Tony dares to glance over. It's the exact same time Gregory switches his gaze to the drawing and shifts his body.

Greg takes his hand off of the page, pushing it gently with both towards Tony's chest. Theres a smile that stretches wide across his cheeks when he says, "Its yours."

Immediately, Tony sputters. "What? But--" He gapes. "Yo-You dont have to do that--"

"Its fine." Greg cuts him off, smiling at him. Tony finds himself going quiet and staring. "I... uh... I drew it for you in the first place."

Tony gapes, unfurling the paper from his chest with a gentle grip. He takes another look at it, feeling something warm bloom in his chest. His fingers shake and tremble as he holds the paper in-between his fingers. Just, admiring it again. The orange and blue of Freddy and Bonnie.

"You did?" Tony asks, softer than silk. It's barely above a whisper.

Greg nods in front of him, smile still on his face. It dissolves into a small chuckle. "Dont act so suprised."

Tony shakes his head, whipping his head up. "I'm not!" He says, but his eyes find the drawing again quickly after. It's like hes unable to look away. The drawing... it feels different now, knowing it was made for him. "Its-- its just... really cool, Greg. I love it. I really do."

Gregory goes silent again, this time for longer than a second or two. Tony glances up, and barely catches a blank stare from Greg for a split second, like he'd been thinking about something. It's gone in an instant, and Gregory's smiling at him again, looking at him with yellow-gold eyes that seem to be shining in the light from his window.

"I'm..." He trails off. "I'm glad."

"I'll treasure it." Tony promises, holding the page closer to his face. Theres even highlights in their eyes as they look at eachother in the drawing. "I promise. I wont let anything happen to it, either."

This time, Tony looks up just in time to see Gregory smile softly, and say "I know."

-

Despite Bonnie being Tony's favorite, he's never actually gotten to meet him face to face.

He would be lying if he said he had liked him before his disappearance. It sounds bad, but... Tony hadnt ever cared much for the animatronic characters. It was Bonnie's sudden vanishing that caused Tony to gain interest in Fazbears brand and characters and history and why they would retire him if they meant to. And so abruptly at that.

But... after reading up and seeing all of the history and different iterations of the characters and their merch and art and brand and evolution... he maybe got a little interested.

It goes deeper than a childish interest in the animal characters, though. He... he doesn't know how to explain it. He just feels connected to Bonnie, somehow. It's not like Freddy and Gregory. They... they have something else. But it... it feels like Tony sees more in him than the other glamrock characters. To an extent, Freddy as well. But Freddy has what he has with Gregory, and Tony doesnt feel that connection with him like he does Bonnie.

Which is why he'd been excited when Bonnie had returned in the re-opening. The bowling alley has been flipped and remodeled and the art replaced and updated since hes come back, and the place is pretty packed usually, now. Bonnie performs on his stage sometimes, and will come out and mingle with guests rarely, but Tony's never gotten a chance to talk to him.

Of course, he should have known Gregory wouldnt let it stay that way for long. Not with how he still travels across the Plex behind closed doors sometimes to see the Glamrocks often.

Which is how Greg had gotten Tony into Bonnie's greenroom in-between his schedule later in the day, when not a lot of people are at Bonnie Bowl.

Of course, Greg had always known, but... his sudden action was definitely influenced by how Tony's been talking about it, recently. How he wants to be able to talk to Bonnie alone one on one. How he's always wanted to.

Its just... Tony's been looking at the drawing Greg made him a lot lately. And it keeps reminding him over and over of how it feels like theres... more to Freddy and Bonnie. Theyve been paired together since the very beginning. It feels like theres something else intangible with them that there isnt with the other characters.

They have history. Theyve always gone together, like yin and yang. Fire and ice. Red and blue.

He's... he's just always felt a connection with Bonnie.

It doesnt feel like meeting a celebrity, when Gregory ushers him with a smile into Bonnie's greenroom and shuts the curtain behind him. He doesnt feel starstruck, or like he wants an autograph. He just wants to talk to Bonnie.

Bonnie's sitting at his mirror when Tony inches in, feeling strangely nervous and anxious and fiddling with the Bonnie keychain on his backpack. Bonnies ear twitches, the one with the earring, and then hes swiveling his chair to face him.

"Ah! You must be Tony, then." Bonnie says with a smile. Tony just stays quiet when Bonnie gets up and heads over to him, his mind running wild with what exactly it is he wants to say. "Yeah, Fred and Greg told me about ya. Said you wanted to meet me. That I'm your favorite?"

Tony nods, meeting Bonnie's eyes. "Yeah, that's right."

"Well then, its nice to meet you, Tony." Bonnie says happily, holding out a hand for Tony to shake. Tony releases the keychain and takes it without another word, shaking it politely.

It's only then that Bonnie quirks a brow at him, his ears drooping a bit. Theres a small stretch of silence where nobody says anything, and Tony feels self conscious, the nerves rising up even more.

Bonnie's kneeling down to be eye level. His ears aren't pointed straight up anymore, they're more relaxed. Bonnie looks at him, looking... concerned? Curious? And he sets a hand on his shoulder.

"Alright, now." Bonnie finally says, and Tony glances back at the curtain, than at Bonnie. Bonnie fixes him with a look that's inviting and warm. "What's on your mind, Striker? I may have just met you, but Greg has told me all about ya. He told me you had questions for me and would be bombarding me with them."

Tony's shoulders droop a little more, and he feels the nerves ebb away ever so slightly when Bonnie is nothing but warm and inviting. Once again, Tony doesnt feel like hes meeting a big star. He feels like hes having a conversation with... someone he looks up to. Someone he came to ask a question.

"But you arent." Bonnie points out, not unkindly. When Tony frowns, Bonnie smiles kindly.

"You dont have to be nervous, Striker." Bonnie tells him, his voice quiet and encouraging. "Theres plenty of kids that come to us to ask us things."

"Things that..." Bonnie trails off. "they just need a little friendly advice for that they may not want to tell anyone else."

He says the end pointedly, just enough emphasis to bring it to Tony's attention. It feels so childish. It really does. It makes Tony bristle to think about, that hes a kid who needs advice, and that Bonnie already knows that. That Bonnie is using tactics he uses on young children on him. But... that's what he came for, didnt he?

It sticks out to him, though. And Tony's aware that Bonnie's tactic worked. 'Things they may not want to tell anyone else.' aka, things that Tony had wondered about in bed and at school and at the Faz-Cade when he'd think about the cabinet art or Gregorys drawing. When... when he'd felt like there was something else.

To Freddy and Bonnie. To what appears on the outside. To what there may be on the inside. To the colors orange and blue.

He opens his mouth, not quite speaking yet, and Bonnie's waiting patiently. Hes looking at him encouragingly, and Tony sighs, letting the words spill out. The big question that he's mulled over for months.

Tony takes one last glance around him, not exactly knowing why but feeling like he needs to. It feels personal, or taboo somehow. Like this needs to be kept under wraps and only for his and Bonnie's ears to hear. He grabs at his keychain again, fidgeting with it.

"Bonnie..." He manages eventually, feelings and thoughts that feel disconnected racing through his mind. The keychain gives his hands something to do, but it doesnt help much with his nerves. "Are you and Freddy... uh..."

He stammers over his words, feeling nerves fry his stomach. This is hard to say, for some reason. It feels scary. Bonnie waits, though. Still ever patient, but his head does tilt in curiosity, a quirk to his brow.

Tony opens his mouth, taking a second to continue. "Well... I just..." He trails off, and Bonnie is still looking at him. Theres a moment where Tony says nothing, and Bonnie just meets his eyes and nods, smiling.

Its okay it feels like he's saying. Tony breathes out again, and pushes past the wall he'd been hitting. "Are you two together?"

Bonnie jerks a bit, barely noticeable, but Tony had been searching for any kind of reaction, small or not. Tony watches how Bonnie's face twists in suprise for a moment, and Tony's eyes widen, his shoulders hitching up.

"I just--" He stammers, and averts his eyes when Bonnie keeps staring at him. "I notice sometimes that your promotional art has you two... uh, closer. Than the others."

Its agonizing, watching Bonnie mull over his words. His eyes twitch and look down, and it's clear he's deep in thought. Tony feels his ears burn. He feels embarrassed. It all feels scary. Why? Why does it feel like he's spilling all his deepest darkest secrets?

Tony watches carefully, holding his breath as Bonnie says nothing. He's taking his time, thinking deeply, and Tony watches Bonnie's eyes flick towards the curtain. The curtain Gregory'd promised him he'd wait for him behind.

They widen, ever so slightly, and Bonnie's eyes then look towards Tony's hands, and the keychain hes flipping between his fingers.

Bonnie stares for just a moment longer, and then he clears his throat a bit, and Tony releases the tightness in his chest when Bonnie finally responds.

"Well, Striker..." Bonnie says, voice hushed and quiet, like he's telling a secret. "Just between you and me, Freddy and I do have something going on that... may not particularly be apart of the brand characterization of us."

Tony's eyes widen. Something shoots through his chest, some sort of burning blooming feeling, and he just stares at Bonnie speechless.

There had been something going on between the lines. There had been. Just like he'd thought. Did... Does that mean that the closeness, the undertones that Tony had felt just had to be between them had been there all along? That he really was right.

But... Bonnie had said that last part with the same emphasis he'd used before, and it only just now clicks.

Tony feels something he cant place. It feels crushing, scary, like... somethings caught up to him. Like he was somehow wrong all along. Wrong about Freddy and Bonnie? Wrong about something he never ever knew why he latched onto in the first place?

"So..." He begins uncertainly, shoulders feeling heavy. He realizes he hasnt blinked this whole time, and releases the tight breath he'd been holding. His eyes flick up to Bonnie's. "The promotional art isn't any different?"

Bonnie's ears droop, and he shakes his head. Tony just looks away.

"No, buddy." Bonnie replies. He shakes him a bit, just enough to get his attention, and Tony makes himself look back at Bonnie.

He looks knowing, somehow. It makes Tony bristle. He looks like he just figured it out. But what is there to figure out? Why is Bonnie looking at him with sympathy?

Bonnie doesnt say something like Tony had been expecting him to, though. He just stands to his full height, herding Tony by his shoulders gently to go down the hallway and stand just at the mouth of the curtain. They dont go through, but stay tucked in the shadows. Tony frowns, confused.

"Might there be a reason why you saw a difference with us in the first place?" Bonnie asks, a whisper. He nudges him, and Tony, despite the confusion and how his question begins to weigh on him, joins him in peering through the gap in the curtain.

Tony's not really sure why Bonnie's brought him over here; it's just Gregory and Freddy on the other side, and Tony cant help but feel a little bit of impatient-ness mix with the confusion inside of him, because Bonnie obviously knows something that Tony doesnt and its killing him.

But any remarks over it he bites down, and he tries to decipher the reasoning himself. There obviously is one, after all.

Tony just watches, looking for whatever Bonnie may be getting at. Gregory's faced half away from the curtain, talking to Freddy about something, and he doesnt notice Tony's observing him. Tony watches Gregory's face; theres a smile that goes as wide as to crinkle the corner of his eyes, and it dissolves into laughter soon after. He looks amused, like the funniest joke in the world was just told, and Freddy laughs heartily next to him.

Theres that weird feeling in his chest that been eating away at him again. The one he always gets around Greg and if he gets to looking at the drawing he gave him. The one of Freddy and Bonnie. Or if he remembers the cabinet art.

Tony just watches. He watches and is aware that Gregory barely ever smiles like that and that it makes his eyes sparkle, and it's like the gold in them shimmers even more. How it curves around his cheeks and even after it dissipates a bit, the contentment is still there. He watches him speak and how it flashes his teeth and his home-cut, shaggy hair kinda falls over his face like a curtain and he has to brush it out of the way with a hand. Theres the scar on his face that travels up his jaw and the sharpness to his eyes and the curve of his nose and--

Oh.

Oh.

He's long let go of the Bonnie keychain by now, but now, it weighs heavy on him. Suddenly he's all too aware of its presence, and Gregory's Freddy backpack that Tony can see on his back through the gap of the curtain.

Flashes of the cabinet art at the Faz-Cade and Gregory's drawing run laps through his mind. It makes sense, now. His mind is so jumbled he cant get a thought through, but he still knows what they're all saying. He feels it.

Freddy and Bonnie, the two always paired together that Tony saw a certain closeness between. Bonnie, who had always been Tony's favorite. Freddy, who is Greg's favorite. Who he draws all the time and has bonded with and who he's connected with.

Tony's always felt connected to Bonnie.

"Oh." Tony says outwardly, barely louder than a whisper. His voice cracks in the middle.

Bonnie tries to squeeze his shoulder, to open his mouth and say something, but Tony gently shoves him off, walking out of his hold and stumbling closer the curtain.

"Im--" He stammers, not knowing what to think. "I'm sorry, Bonnie. I-- thank you for this, but--" He sighs out, and it feels a little wet. He ignores Bonnie's worried expression and pushes open the curtain with one arm. "Ive-- I've got to go."

Bonnie doesn't try to stop him. He doesnt yell for him, ask him to wait, nothing. Tony appreciates it. Maybe that knowing look hed given him means he understands.

"Hey." Greg greets him on the outside, just like he said he would. Hes smiling, Freddy backpack still on his shoulders, but it drops a bit when he sees his face.

"Tony?" He asks, softer and less enthusiastic. "Are you--"

"I'm fine." Tony cuts him off, ignoring the guilt curling in his stomach when he walks past both Greg and Freddy. He needs-- he can't think right now. He doesnt know what to do. "Im-- I'm okay. I uh, just think im gonna go home."

Theres no response for a second until Greg goes "Oh." Its a little flat, and one hundred percent sounds disappointed and worried all in one. The guilt gets worse. "Are you--"

"I'm okay." Tony insists, and the tightness in his chest and rapidness of his thoughts dont go away. Greg doesnt get to ask again, because Tony's almost running away, now.

He can feel Greg and Freddys eyes on his back as he leaves Bonnie Bowl, not knowing how to feel.

-

Tony hasnt told Gregory.

How is he supposed to? He-- he hasnt even processed it himself. He doesnt know what to think or how to feel. He doesnt like not being able to think.

Every time he tries, it all gets jumbled and his brain twists in knots. He doesnt need to think to know. To know what it all meant and that he'd always felt this way. Since he'd gotten to know the real Greg.

That those moments where he and Gregory would be close where he'd have those weird feelings were because he liked him. He still does. He likes him. A lot.

He likes him and he'd-- Tony had always seen more in Bonnie and Freddy because he saw more in him and Gregory. Its always been that way. He's always felt closer to Greg. He's... he's the Freddy to his Bonnie.

The thought makes Tony's brain freeze up again. He blinks, feeling his arms burn from being sprawled out on the bed and holding them up for so long. He groans, long and drawn out, feeling lost.

His stomach does somersaults and his face burns when he looks at the drawing again. He's stared at it a lot already. Not only today, but since he got it. Its felt... special, to him. Now he knows why. That this drawing Greg gifted him always felt like it held something deeper. Something that... only Tony saw. That no one else would.

He grips the paper with his fingers, staring longingly at the art. It feels like hes getting a headache, lying flat on his back and straining his arms just to hold the drawing up in the air. He stares at the pencil lines and the colors and how Freddy and Bonnie's shoulders are pressed together and their hands are still awkwardly limp from where they fall by their waists.

Tony frowns, always feeling off about that part. It never fit in correctly. It never felt intentional. Not like everything about Gregory's art always has. It had always left Tony wondering. Like how he had with the feeling in his stomach and Freddy and Bonnie's official art.

He sighs, his arms drooping slightly from the strain. Today was a school day, and Tony hadn't gone with Greg to his house like he usually does. He's barely talked to him since his exchange with Bonnie. He doesn't want to avoid, him, he just... doesnt know what to say.

He doesnt know if he should tell him. Tony has always felt that he and Greg felt different, but he has no idea if Gregory does. Tony had been wrong about it being intentional in the art at the Plex. He'd created it himself because he saw himself in it. He doesnt want to-- to mess things up with Greg. He doesnt want Gregory to have never felt the same.

His brows furrow and he frowns as he readies himself to leave it for today, like he usually does. He takes a last long look at the drawing, eyeing Freddy and Bonnie's hands again, and how they look forced and awkward, and starts to drop his arms.

It's the afternoon, and the sun is setting and just at the right position to shine through his blinds and onto his bed. The blinds are almost fully shut, but the sun peeks through the cracks, shining on the back of the paper and highlighting the details of the drawing.

Tony wouldnt have paid it any mind if it hadn't revealed something hes never seen, never, about the drawing he's spent so long looking at.

He does a double take. Then a triple. Then some more for good measure. He blinks, and scrambles up on his arms to sit upright so he can see it better.

His eyes widen, and his stomach feels floaty. The same feeling from the cabinet art and when he and Greg will sit close to eachother at lunch and let their shoulders and knees touch or, stand closer to eachother than they should blooms in his stomach.

The sun, shining bright and golden through his window, illuminates the blank paper space adjacent to Freddy and Bonnie's hands in Gregory's drawing. They're bending awkwardly, out of the way, and it gives him room to see the faded lines besides Freddy and Bonnie's hands.

It starts from the wrist and the lines show up even through the marker Greg had used to color their hands with. It fits, Tony thinks, with the pose. With the original pose. This way, it doesnt feel forced or awkward. It looks like how it had intended to be from the start.

Because with the sun shining behind it and showing through the color and pen that had carefully covered it up, Tony sees faded pencil lines that before, had connected Freddy and Bonnie's hands.

His face becomes warm, and he just looks, feeling something blooms in his chest. Hope? Disbelief? Excitement? His brain short circuits and he's only feeling right now. He feels how sparks are flying in his stomach and it feels a little less impossible than before.

I... uh... I drew it for you in the first place.

This is how it had always been intended. For Freddy and Bonnie to be holding hands. Theres nothing else it could have been. It had always been unintentional in the Plex art. Always just created from Tony's own relation. But this... Greg wanted this. He wanted to draw Freddy and Bonnie holding hands and for that closeness to be more than an undertone. More than intangible.

Tony feels breathless. His arms and hands shake, and the paper in front of him shakes along with it. He doesnt care, though. The sun is still illuminating what Greg had intended in his drawing all along, the drawing he made for him, and Tony feels less unsure than before. He feels like maybe he isnt alone in feeling this way at all.

-

The next day, after a long night and day at school, Tony goes with Greg to his house.

The drawing sits heavy in his backpack. unfolded unfolded because he'd never want to crease it and he doesnt want the pencil lines to suddenly disappear, either. He handles it like porcelain glass, like itll slip through his fingers if he let's it go too much.

Even Ellis had noticed him acting weird, and Tony noticed Greg looking at him concerned from the corner of his eye. He knows why. He's been distant lately. But... at school today, Tony hadn't felt afraid of Greg. Of messing things up with him. He'd felt the warmth spread through his face and his stomach and fireworks go off and his face stretch in a grin when he'd seen him the first time that day. And he'd felt it times ten all over again when Greg had smiled back.

He wont lose him. Tony knows this. He'd spend all night and all day mulling it over. Greg feels the same. He'd felt the closeness like I had. He'd.. he erased it. He was scared, like I am now.

It feels different, walking into Greg's room. He hasnt been there in a couple days, but it feels almost similar to when he'd walked into Bonnie's greenroom. He knows now that it had been because he knew, deep down. It felt like he was about to confess something then. He pretty much had, saying that Bonnie and Freddy were together out loud.

It's not as far down, anymore. It's not buried underneath characterization branding and pencil lines and marker strokes and only revealed if the light hits it right. It wont stay under wraps. Not after today.

Tony becomes hyper aware of the bag on his back immediately after the door closes on them. Greg walks into his room first, slinging his bag off of his back and kicking his shoes off and talking about watching something, together, or writing like they always do, but Tony isnt listening. He's just balling up the hem of his green corduroy jacket in his hands and staring at the carpet and thinking about the colors orange and blue.

"Tony?" Greg asks him. Tony startles, looking up at Greg. Hes sitting on the edge of his bed, with concern etched on his face. "Are you okay?"

Tony opens his mouth, but theres no words on his tongue. He stands there silently for a moment, and he thinks about the drawing again. He knows it's time. The sun is peeking through Greg's blinds. His backpack and the knowledge that the drawing is inside and his Bonnie keychain weigh on him.

His eyes flick for a split second to Greg's backpack and his sneakers, and then he clears his throat, his mouth feeling dry. "Greg, can I show you something?"

Gregory tilts his head, looking a little worried. He jerks, patting the bed beside him. "Uh, yeah, of course."

Tony swings his own backpack off of his shoulders as he makes his way next to Gregory, but its gentler. Careful about the easily crinkleable paper inside. Pencil lines that have already been attempted to be erased.

It only fully sets in when he sits down next to Gregory on the bed, and he chose to sit close enough that their arms are flush against eachother and Tony's face gets warm. He doesnt fight it. He just unzips his backpack and carefully reaches in, grabbing ahold of the corner with light fingers.

He pulls it out, and Gregory looks suprised next to him, if not also a little but confused. Tony's face is still warm, and his fingers shake and tremble, and he turns his neck to face Gregory.

They're really close like this, and Tony's eyes widen and he has to fight to not look away. His heart hammers a hundred miles an hour in his chest, but he keeps his gaze on Greg's eyes. Gold meets blue, and they stay staring at eachother. Tony hopes deeply that Gregory gets the hint. That he understands.

Nothing, yet. Not a peep. Just a silent moment. Theres closeness now, Tony thinks. Closeness that feels carefully not one sided. That feels mutual. So after another moment, he forces himself to look away, pointing the paper at the wall and smoothing out the corners. Gregory follows his movements, still having not made a sound.

Tony doesnt, either. He just holds the paper up to the window on Greg's wall, or rather the beams of golden light shining through it, and just like how it did in Tony's room, it illuminates the pencil lines around the white of the paper.

Lines that had been hidden. That are being revealed now, brought to the surface because Gregory didnt have to be afraid. Becuase its mutual. It feels less like it was erased, now, and more like it was drawn in invisible ink. Blank to the naked eye, but the two of them know. Greg knows, he has to. He hid it himself. And Tony... well, Tony wasnt crazy for feeling that there was something between the lines all this time, has he? Not when there literally have been.

Tony looks at it for a moment, feeling like it's all being brought up to the surface. He feels connected to Gregory, right now. Like this isnt some big reveal. That its just an acknowledging of feelings. I know. Tony's trying to say. I always have, and now I know that you did, too.

He moves his gaze to Greg, who's staring wide eyed but almost blank faced at the paper. His lips are parted slightly, but other than that, he just looks... shocked. Suprised.

Scared

Tony's scared, too. But not in the way Greg is. Tony's nervous, and afraid, and excited, but Greg doesnt know if Tony knows. If he thinks the closeness is mutual.

He does.

He takes the leap, fire in his chest and on his face and sparks flying from where Greg's shoulder is pressed against his. "Maybe..." He begins, slow and quiet. He looks at Greg, meeting his eyes, and he points a finger at the lines that originally portrayed hands laced together. "...Bonnie and Freddy would like to hold hands. You know, like... in the promotional art".

Theres a fleeting moment of silence where Tony's words just hang in the air. Like in the promotional art, because Tony knows Gregory noticed, too. He knows he felt the same connection Tony had. He knows that he knows. He sets the paper down in his lap, no longer feeling like its needed. His hand lies on his leg, carefully positioned in-between them, like Greg's is.

Then, Greg stops looking so scared, and he meets Tony's eyes. The sun from his window makes them shine like gold, and Tony keeps ahold of his gaze. He hopes desperately that those few words were enough, that a moment like this that cant be shattered by big declarations gets across.

But then, Greg breaks from his eyes first, looking downwards, and Tony follows his gaze.

"Like in the promotional art." Gregory agrees. Tony watches as Gregorys hand twitches, and no matter how slow or agonizing, it moves to lace together with Tonys.

Tony doesnt dare smile, or laugh, or make a peep. He doesnt dare shatter the moment. His chest blooms and explodes with sparks and fireworks, and he knows. He knows that its requited. That Gregory knows, as well. That orange and blue go good together and that he was never wrong about there being something else there.

His head whips up from their hands to look at Greg's face again, and Gregory is looking at him already. Theres red on his face, too, like Tony knows there is on his own. Tony dares to use his thumb to brush against Greg's hand, and Gregory's eyes dart downwards for just a moment, before meeting his again.

Then, without a word, Greg smiles slowly. It's big and it stretches across his cheeks and crinkles his eyes at the corners. And Tony let's a grin appear on his own face.

The drawing sits in his lap, and a ray of sunshine continues to showcase the faded indents of pencil drawing laced together hands. Tony squeezes once, then twice, and shifts his hold to be tighter and more secure. Greg does the same.

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[umitsy]

Hihi so something just really brings out another side in me when I see a really high status attractive girl (like peach Salinger in you) finds a medium ugly Person attractive

Hello! I'm so glad to announce you're my first request on this account! thank you so much!

I hope I'm getting it correctly, if not, please let me know as well!

warnings: gaslighting, stalking, minor nsfw refferences, threats, love obsession

reader's female

Somewhat attractive Yandere! who didn't care for dating ever since entering medium school were theyd notice girls would even cringe by looking at them, so they'd keep all to themselves.

Somewhat attractive Yandere! who'd meet you one of their many days spent scrolling on social media. Falling immediately for you. Following every and any account you may have and why not, these days work's been really stressfull, so they'd give themselves a little treat while looking at your photos.

Somewhat attractive Yandere! who'd see you from afar, dressed up as royalty, getting all the fame you so deserve by all your hard work for the past years.

Somewhat attractive Yandere! who'd crave to see you in person one day, who'd follow you every step hoping they'll someday get the chance to.

Somewhat attractive Yandere! who'd, after almost going broke for how much you traveled, finally got to meet you in a public interview you manager had arranged for all your fans to ask about your latest work.

Somewhat attractive Yandere! who'd catch your attention when they get to ask you a question; "Would you go out in a date with me?". Now, even they don't know where ddi they gather the courage to ask that in front of hundreds (if not, thousands) of people, but was beyond happy at your nervous smile and chuckle in response, followed by a quiet yes. Which everyone could've sworn you didn't say, but the way you waited for your camera mans to go and get in contact with them told them otherwise.

Somewhat attractive Yandere! who'd let you choose your date's place, not caring about the money at all (even when they almost go bankrupt in another country). Their heart swelling when you said you wanted something simple to not make them pay too much, or offered to pay for both, and go to somewhere quiet to do not be disrupted.

Somewhat attractive Yandere! who'd definetly ask for a next date and when you agree, hugs you tightly to make clear their content.

Somewhat attractive Yandere! who enters in a killer mood when they start seeing with different eyes (their obsession growing by the second) the way people get close to you, ask for pictures, etc. they know it's because of you pyshique, you're basically built by gods, and they can admit they fell for it first too, but as they get to know you more personally, your day by day when stalking coincidentaly bumping into you following you to your house; they get mad at the other people with their rude and mindless behavior.

Somewhat attractive Yandere! who when being officially a couple, and moving in with you, would ask "subtly" for reassurance of your love for them. And since your work keeps up most of your together time, all your nights most be focused on them if you don't want any changes on your reputation from high status attractive girl to heartless crazy bitch with one simple headline on the newspapers done by tomorrow…

"𝘞𝘢𝘪𝘵. 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯? 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘵, 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶! 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦! 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦".

There's now a new character to write about ♡ ～('▽^人)

[specialagentlokitty]

Wednesday x Brother!reader - fear striking

do you think you could do a platonic (sibling or best friend type thing) with Wednesday and a male reader whos like a carbon copy of her but yk, male lol i think itd be funny cause theyd talk all morbid and shit like that or like in a secret code they came up with so no one bothers them and no one has any idea what they are talking about and why they're talking about it in the first place idk just feels like a fun idea yk? - Anon💜

Trudging into your sisters dorm, you looked around with a scowl on your face.

“(Y/N)!” Enid beamed.

She ran over and went to jump on you.

Before she could, you stepped to the side, watching as she fell to the floor and rolled over with a small grin on her face.

“Still not a hugger.”

She sat up and looked around.

“Wednesday isn’t here, but can I help you with something?”

You shook your head and walked over to Wednesday’s desk, pulling a lock pick from your pocket your crouched down and started to pick it.

Enid walked over and stood over you, watching in curiosity.

She didn’t think to question it, since Wednesday had done the same to your dorm not long ago.

After a few seconds it clicked and you slid it open, standing up as you held your hand out.

“That’s what I was hearing?!” She yelled.

“Yes, Wednesday locked both your phone and thing in the draw because he kept mocking her and your phone kept ringing.”

You handed Enid her phone and walked out of the dorm, telling thing he could hide in your dorm away from your twin.

It didn’t take long for Wednesday to figure out you freed her captive and she came storming it’s your dorm.

“Where is he?” She snapped.

You shrugged.

“Don’t ignore me.”

You carried on doing so while she started to look through your stuff.

“You won’t find him.”

“He deserved it.”

You rose a brow as she suddenly flicked language but you siding think twice about it.

“You know what he’s like.”

“Well he deserves to pay.”

Rolling your eyes your stood up and pulled a hoodie on, gesturing for Wednesday to follow you and she did, still arguing in multiple different languages that she was right.

You simply just ignored her until she finally changed the topic.

“Where are we going?”

“I have a meeting with Weems, apparently people don’t appreciate being tied up from stair rails.”

“I knew that was you.”

You shrugged a little bit, stuffing your hands in your pockets as you glared at some people in your way, making them jump back.

“They have a tendency to cry, and I do enjoy watching annoying people cry.”

“As do I, I watched him cry for ten minutes before someone helped him.”

You flicked your eyes to your sister, nodding towards her friends where they were talking in the quad.

Weems was busy talking with another student so you decided to wait and you all walked over.

“Hey Addams duo.” Ajax grinned.

“I’ll string him up next, maybe I’ll add some spiders at the bottom.”

“Please do, I’ll even help.”

“Seriously what language is that? It sounds like you just mashed a bunch of different ones together.” Xavier chuckled.

“We did.” Wednesday said.

“Yes, it is at least twenty different dead or near dead languages we learned when we were children.”

Enid, Ajax and Xavier stared at you both in disbelief.

“And you did this because…?” Enid asked.

“We wanted to plot against our family without them knowing.” You said in a bored tone.

Everyone nodded, they weren’t surprise really, so while they carried on their conversation you and Wednesday spoke more privately.

“If it isn’t the self appointed goth.”

You and Wednesday looked over the the siren.

“Bianca.” Wednesday said.

“(Y/N).” Bianca grinned.

You stared at her blankly.

“So I heard that the little freak next to you strung someone up and is going to be expelled because of it.”

Everyone went quiet.

“That wasn’t me.“ Wednesday said, “though I wish it was. Maybe I should do it to you? Hang you from the ceiling instead, and lay spikes underneath so when you fall you have a painful death?”

You smirked a little.

“You just are a little freak aren’t you?” Bianca snarled.

You hummed, rolling up your sleeves as you stared directly at you and took a daring step forward.

The entire quad went silent and Weems called your name.

“Wednesday didn’t do that, I did, and I have no qualms about doing it again to a self entitled siren. Perhaps I should start with a pretty rope around your neck, hm? Make sure you can’t use that siren song of yours.”

Bianca stumbled a few steps in fear as your hand reached out, cold skin trailing along her neck.

“Maybe I should tie you to some bricks and throw you in a lake, drowning, a fitting death for a siren hm?”

“You’re a monster…” she whispered.

A grin slowly spread across your face.

“I’m insane…”

Wednesday stepped forward, blocking the annoying siren from your view.

“Enough. You’re in enough trouble.”

“Come now, it’s a bit of fun sister.”

Wednesday scoffed and pushed you back a little, giving a warning look.

“It wasn’t fun when you threw Tyler across his dads car.”

“It was for me.”

Wednesday gave you a look and you raised your hands as you slowly backed away, stuffing them back into your pockets.

She turned to Bianca.

“I won’t stop him next time.”

With that, she walked to your side as Weems approached, arms crossed over her chest, giving you a disapproving look.

“Why is it always you?”

“Because he has no impulse control and has a real talent for striking fear into the weak.” Wednesday said.

“Let’s go. Both of you.”

You and Wednesday shared a look, and while she followed the woman you went in the opposite direction, not wanting to listen to another lecture.

Students could only watch you in fear and awe.

How could you be so monotone yet so deal that terrifying at the same time.

Weems chased after you and Wednesday just sighed as she shook her head at you.

A true psychopath at heart, that’s what you were. And she loved it

[polypomefiore]

Actually, now that I think about it, a potential sequel to garden of delights which centers around the children of Vil and Malleus (alongside other children who were born from Rook and Epel) escaping from Briar Valley and journeying into the unknown world in search of their nymph parents Vil, Rook, and Epel, who escaped a couple years ago (maybe around ten or so years). 

Of course the journey isn’t going to be easy, since these children and young teens (you can decide what ages they are if you want) were sheltered their whole entire lives and are thus very naive about the outside world. But thankfully, they would have at least have strong magic and valuable traits that they picked up from their nymph parents (for example, one of Vil’s kids, who would also be the eldest and leader of the group, would inherit his ability to grow poisonous flowers while one of Rook’s kids would have inherited his stealth and archery skills) which would be useful in avoiding potential dangers such as thugs or briar valley guards sent to look for them. 

Along the way, the children would encounter the other former pets of malleus, such as Leona and Ruggie who have both settled down in a small village, and the octotrio who now own a seaside tavern/bar, who would give them important clues or hints about their parents whereabouts.

And after a long journey, the children arrive at a small apple farming village. After asking around for a bit, they are pointed in the direction of a particular farm near the outskirts of the town. When the children arrive at the farm, they are a little nervous. Doubts and questions would be raised amongst them as the eldest child nervously walks up to the front door. What if this was the wrong house, or what if their parents didn’t want them? But, they have already made it this far, so they couldn’t turn around now. The eldest would gently knock on the door, which erected a few faint sounds of shuffling and murmuring from inside, typical things you’d expect to hear from someone not expecting visitors. A few seconds later, the door is opened by a young man with light purple hair who looks like he had just seen a ghost. From behind, someone asks who’s at the door before two more older men approach from behind, who after seeing the children standing on their front step, immediately stop dead in their tracks in stunned silence. The tension is high as the eldest child introduces himself and his younger siblings, stuttering a little over his words from nervousness. 

Just when it seems as though the children would be rejected and their journey all for nothing, Vil’s eyes fill with tears as he wraps his first child in a tight hug, with Rook and Epel doing the same thing afterward to their own children. A few seconds later, a few younger kids, one of them looking to be a mere toddler, come out of the house, curious to what’s going on to which Vil, with tears of joy, happily introduces them to their long lost older siblings.

oh anon this is so sweet sobs. and the children meeting the other former pets along the way would be interesting! they’d have to convince them they don’t wanna hurt them and theyd have to get little side quests to get them to help knsnsnshsjsj

they’d be so naive tho…their mamas immediately pulling them inside bc they traveled across pyroxene and briar valley??? alone?? they’d talk all night abt their adventures before going to bed and helping out on the farm…hopefully mal is too busy with kingly duties to look for them….

[st5lker]

can u elaborate on what u we’re talking about in that post on voting? like i think how ur describing but i would like to better know and understand the other side, like what do u mean abt definitions of worse?

answering this question sort of depends on what side you as the asker are coming from, but specifically in terms of the vote blue no matter who people, many of them define the “better outcome” as the democrats under the assumption (correct or otherwise) that voting for them will protect their own rights as minorities. therefore in their minds, the definition of “worse outcome” (republicans) is the one that is both largely the same for palestine/the rest of the world while also making things harder for people inside the country. that IS a valid way of thinking, but when these people get angry at those who choose to abstain from voting what they usually fail to consider is the possibility that 1) other minorities to have valid reason (again, whether they turn out to be correct or otherwise) to believe that voting blue wont actually improve their own lives, at least not in any significant kind of way and 2) that for many people, a genocide and the american imperialist complex in general is much more important and pressing in their sense of morality than anything that may come to them as a result of even the most far right republican policies. like, most democrat voters dismiss that as an exaggeration because they simply cannot comprehend that someone would have reasons to feel their own rights are a less important issue than anything else, if you yourself are a vote blue person you may be questioning it as well - perhaps thinking “do you not know just how bad it’ll be? theyll do x and x and x to you”. my point is that for many people, whatever happens to them is just truly not important, or at least not important enough to warrant endorsing anyone who furthers the cause of genocide for any reason.

to put it more simply, in a democrat voters eyes, the democrats are the lesser of two evils. they often fail to realize that in a non-voters eyes, they’re both only as evil as their worst traits - and all of the good things the democrats promise are not small steps in the right direction, but bribes; that they’re not truly a better option, they just have better things to exchange in return for the power to enact genocide. for those who view things those way, most are simply not willing to accept that bribe, no matter how much use theyd get out of it.

[alienaiver]

Hi Hi Nohr! I had a question for you!! Do you think Shinsou, Kuroo and Allen would get along with Snøfle?

hi deru my love !!!! happy weekend !! will you be doing anything exciting ?? <!!!!33333

AND THAT SUCH A TOUGH QUESTION ACTUALLY,, i think its more of an issue of snøfle Not getting along with anyone... my toxic trait is generally telling snøfle hes a very good boy even though hes very bad most of the time KLJDSAKDHJAS <333 these three exactly are actually VERY different with him so its very fun to imagine thank u for sending it in!!!!! kissing u<3333

but ill break down their relationships with him!

kuroos patience with snøfle is wearing thin... first of all hes already stated he prefer dogs if he has to pick, but loves all animals generally! so when i tell him about snøfle he smirks and thinks easy peasy !! but the way snøfle wont let the bathroom door stay closed for any private matter or the way that he gets territorial about my dinner table when im cooking (its like he Knows therell be food on it soon and he wants to make sure hes the first to get it???? hes so strange bcos i havent fed him human food by the table ever) HE WILL CHOMP ANY WHO TRIES TO SET THTE TABLE. we have fooled snøfle exactly once (1) to believe that kuroos lap was mine underneath a blanket, and kuroo still tells the story of how snøfle sat on his lap proudly to everyone (omitting the fact that he was tricked, bamboozled, fooled). i think snøfle would LOVE kenma, which in turn would only make kuroo more frustrated tbh.... and the chances are that snøfle primarily likes kenma to annoy kuroo... i see a rivalry ..... and dont get me started if kuroo ever needs to petsit snøfle for me JHDSAKJHDAJ... he will hiss, whine, bite, headbutt, attack, cuddle, scream, hiss again... all in the first five minutes. when we go to bed in the evening, snøfle will howl and whine and complain when kuroo comes to cuddle. hes allowed nowhere near me (snøfle and i share a pillow and NOTHING shall come between that!).. so.. strained. battle of the garbage dump but its just kuroo having beef with my fat senior feline

shinsou on the other hand has no qualms about snøfles behavior. of course he internally wishes for more love from snøfle, but he isnt interested in forcing a relationship with him, taking every bite or slap without a grimace (even /i/ get worried about his indifference to snøfles Bad Boy Behavior). snøfle reluctantly opens up to shinsou only bcos he doesnt become visibly annoyed with him/puts up with his behavior after so long, and while he doesnt voluntarily cuddle with shinsou if im there, he will tolerate a petting and a good play while i read or write !!! theyre besties if im away, cuddling and spooning away as if he was the primary owner ! its very cute, but as soon as i unlock the door, he pretends shinsou doesnt exist again in favor of my attention. theres nothing more adorable than seeing the selfies shinsou sends of them tho!!!

and for last i got allen which is just a whole... oof situation, for both of them. allens got timcanpy who has a track record of being eaten by cats and snøfles NO exception when it comes to want to chomp him. its... terrible for everyone involved. allens childish side comes forth when it comes to snøfle, bcos snøfle is just so downright outrageous and rude. allen can talk perfectly poised and polite until snøfle enters the room with what allen perceives as a evil and mean grin. plus, snøfles a pretty RUDE food begger and allens VERY protective of his food. its not really... an ideal match, tbh. theres so much meat on allens plate so snøfles naturally more inclined to beg by him than me which doesnt help !!! i wish theyd get along better.. sometimes allen throws him a piece of meat in hopes itll leave him alone, but its only until the bites been devoured, then hes back on the table, all up in his face! i try to tell him this, but he do get desperate sometimes when snøfle almost steps on the plate or tips over his cup. although on VERY FEW occassions i have found them next to me on the bed in the middle of the night, cuddled up with allens arm around snøfles tummy. they both deny this, though. all my photo evidence has been mysteriously deleted......... i think snøfle will simply claim he thought it was my hand if we ever found a cat translation app.

DKSJFHSJ I HAVE BEEN GIGGLING OUT LOUD AT THESE IMAGINES........................ i almost cant believe snøfles THIS bad of a host but alas, he does have his... traits. i shall include my favorite and HIS favorite picture of him that shall make everyone who read this AWFUL slanderous defemation of snøfle immediately forget about it and only think of him as an angel !!

[seldomscilence16]

Whumptober day 3: Alternative 4&7

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Prompts;

Touch-Starved

Protective

(Honestly probably a couple more on total accident since a lot of things go hand in hand...)

Inspiration where for art thou? Using the alternatives this time round cause brains on vacay. Been a minute since I focused on these guys, Im behind on the series and as such this is an au so to speak and probably ooc. Also, I seem to have a common ish setting for all three so far... hm.

Thanks!

"Why are we doing this again?"

"Because, Gloom and Doom, Thomas asked us specifically. This is a great honor, so stop trying to rain on my parade!"

"This is a stealth mission Roman, a parade would be highly counterintuitive."

"Come on fellas, if we want to get this done we need to work together!"

They stop as a group, silence falling over them as they take to the shadows the forest provides, watching another troop trudge by. They have several carts, each covered with a large fabric to hide its contents. The troop is well armed, and no doubt itching for a fight, ready to defend their cargo, but also bored of their no doubt long trek.

Roman grips the hilt of his sword with white knuckles, but restrains himself from actually confronting the troop. He knows how important the task they've been given is, and should their prescence in enemy lands be known, the mission would fail, and their lives as well as Thomas' would be in grave danger.

The troop passes, and Romans grip laxes, opening his mouth to no doubt say something that would instigate another debate. Virgils hand covers his mouth, having crossed to his side faster than his companions could track. Romans offense could be felt, ready to lash out, only to see Virgils eyed trained on something past the bushes covering them.

The four watch with wide eyes as an ogre, easily twelve feet tall and as thick as all four of them combined, scans the forest as he takes slow steps to follow the troop. He bears the sigil of their enemy, and an axe larger than any theyd seen before- and Remus did love collecting ridiculous weapons so this was quite the feat. His steps leave indents in the dirt below his feet, but make no other indication of his presence, some silencing spell purhaps to trick people no doubt.

Only once he is far past their line of sight does anyone breathe. Roman grasps Virgils wrist to remove his hand,

"How the heck did you catch that?!"

His grip is warm on Virgils cooled skin, as he pulls away the warmth stays but his skin prickles and tingles annoyingly.

"Hes 12 feet tall Roman." He states simply, putting distance between himself and the others once again.

"But made no noise to indicate his presence, your diligence is impressive Virgil." Logan pushes his specticles higher on his nose, regarding Virgil with a look he can only depict as respect of some kind.

He looks away with a shrug, tucking himself into his cloak more fully,

"We should keep moving."

..

His advisors learned his chosen after the fact, and really only because Remus was pouting as he carved the 'face' off the training dummy and mumbling about said decision.

"Im not questioning your decisions Lord, its just the fact you chose... those four... to do something so important."

"So you are questioning my decisions?"

"Seperately they all have good qualities for this mission, its just that... well together they cant even agree on what color the sky is, much less how to go about such an important mission."

"Look, I know my people. They've been through a lot, but I trust them to complete this mission and make it back in one peice." Thomas turns away from then all, not wanting to see any doubt in his choice.

He was nervous for them, sure they didnt always get along, but he trusted them to do what needed to be done. Because if there was one thing they could agree on, it was helping Him. He just hoped whatever ways they decided to do that would work together and get them home.

Gods help them all if they didnt.

..

"And we're sure its in there?" Patton asks, squinting as if he could look through solid rock.

"We've followed the directions thoroughly, unless we've been decieved, what we're looking for is in there." Logan confirms, though hes examining their surroundings skeptically.

"Alright, we all know the plan, lets get in and get out and get home." Roman, the one who'd been on missions of all kinds-far more than the others had- is the most serious they've ever witnessed.

Even Virgil, ever one to question the warrior, is silent, simply sharing a nod with the three. He would be watch, the one to warn them of danger. Virgil swears, in his own mind as he always does, to protect the others and Thomas with his life.

The others would sneak in, they would get what they came for, and then escape, hopefully with their enemies none the wiser. They had made it this far, past many lines of defense, all without raising alarm, this part should be easy enough, they just had to get out before knews spread of what they came for.

Night has fallen since their arrival, the guard schedule has been memorized, and their plan begins without a hitch. Virgil watches as Roman leads Patton and Logan through the entrance of the cave turned stronghold, watches them disappear from his reach, feels colder for it, but sets his shoulders in determination as he turns to keep a watchful eye.

If they were lucky no one would think to enter after them, but Virgil was not one to rely on luck. He would ensure their departure of this place, one way or another. So unsurpisingly, ten minutes in, everything goes down the well.

"Im telling you I heard something!"

A small group of men, being led by one of the guards, are making their way to the hold. Should they go in, the others will trapped, Virgil has only a moment to think of a plan. He moves the shadows near the entrance, in vaguely human shapes, heading towards his own hiding place.

"There! Halt!"

"Hurry, to the hills!" His voice deepens, carrying across the distance. The hills are the opposite direction of their true escape, meaning the others way will hopefully be clear. But to keep up his shadow illusions, Virgil will have to go with them, away from his post, and all alone.

He runs.

.

"Guys? Theres a commotion outside." Pattons words are a mere breath, peeking around the corner to try and get a glimpse out.

Logan, item secure in his sachel, and Roman come to join him, watching as men go running past the entrance.

"To the hills! Dont let them escape!"

They share a puzzled look,

"The hills? Did someone else try and raid tonight?" Roman asks.

His companions however, know the same as him, so they wait for the men to pass before creeping their way forward. They'll signal for Virgil, wait for his all clear, then make their escape. Patton makes his animal noise, and they all wait for the response, and wait... and wait.

Patton tries once more, but silence is their only answer. Logan takes the risk of looking past the rocks, to find a near empty surroundings, and no sign of Virgil. Just torches in the distance and the dots of a small army. He studies the scene for a long moment before a realization comes to him,

"Virgil has led them away."

"What!? That wasnt part of the plan!" Roman snaps with a hiss to rival one of Janus', "why would he do that!?"

"You know as well as I Roman, Virgil takes his job seriously. If he strayed from the plan,"

"Its because he was protecting us." Patton finishes gravely, Logan nodding as Romans glare clears to one of horror.

"He has an army after him! How does he expect to escape??"

"He expects us to escape Ro, to follow the plan." The sadness that laces Patton tone tells the two just what he thinks of that idea, how much it hurts him to even think of it.

Had this been the time of their meeting however long ago, Roman would have barely batted an eye to leave behind the storm cloud. All three of them probably would have put the mission first back then, when things were tense and they didnt understand how Thomas could possibly need such a man as Virgil.

This was not then though.

They had learned since then, that even though they dont always get along, they could trust eachother. They had been without Virgil before, and the choas that followed had been dire, and that was when they were no more than occupants breathing the same air. After what theyd been through since, however much they fought, Roman could say he saw all three of them as his friends. They were family at this point, the ones who reunited him with his brother, the ones who have fought at his side and seen him at his lowest and still stood by him. Logan could list all of Virgils valuable additions to their cause, but Virgil was more than that, he was a friend, a confidant, one who took the time to try and understand him, Logan could not give him up, not after everything the man had done for him. And Patton, he may not have always understood Virgil, but he loved him none the less, loved all of them, and without him, a vital piece of their life would forver be missing.

They would not be leaving one of their own behind.

..

Virgil was used to the bone deep cold he'd lived with for most of his life. He'd lived to accept it long ago, as a part of his life, he was supposedly cold hearted or blooded or whatever they called him, so it just made sense that hed feel cold like some curse.

It was a surpise the first time, that feeling of warmth he didnt think possible. Patton had gotten excited about something, and clutched at the nearest thing- Virgils arm. The warm had shot through his viens like fire, and as such hed stumbled away with a muttered excuse and an arm that burned for hours after.

The burn at touch lessened to a tingle the more it happened, and it scared Virgil as much as he longed for it. Wondered if more than a touch would kill him, and if that would be so bad.

He supposes its just his luck that instead he'll go with the stab of a blade.

He lays on his back, beaten by the sheer number and strength before him, panting, bruised, bleeding, and utterly exhausted. But content with the fact the others should be long gone, with a completed mission and a new hope for Thomas and his continued mission.

"Where are the other thief!" The man above him holds a sword point to his throat, surrounded by his men.

"They are long gone, you were too slow, just as you always are. One step behind, too stupid to give up, to weak to win." Virgil is too tired to think of too many digs, but sometimes its the simplest words that leave an impression. Call a man stupid, and eventually he will begin asking himself if he is.

"You will tell me who sent you, or you will die and rot in hell."

"If thats your best threat, I can see why your men cringe when you open your mouth."

His arm moves, barely a twitch really, accompanied by a sound of rage, before pain blooms across his temple. A small cut, blood already blooming, Virgil wonders if this man even has the stomach to kill him.

"Final chance scum." His voice shakes and Virgil knows the sound well.

A final hurrah then?

He lowers his voice again, angling his head so the moons glow reflects off his iris',

"As my blood has been spilt so too shall yours, anger stirs in the air and death soon comes to your own doors."

It echoes just so, an eery air left behind as the soldiers shift tensely. A seed of doubt, discord will bloom. Anger and fear flash in the mans eyes, his sword raises, and Virgil steels himself for the blow-

A squealsh, a grunt, a thud. The whistle of arrows through the sky. Virgil stares at his fallen attacker, then turns- nice and slow- to glare at the remaining. As arrows continue to befall, the fear spreads,

"He's cursed us! Run! Retreat!!!!"

And run they do. He watches their forms disappear, slumping further to the ground as the shock of a 'rescue(?)' Sets in. He grunts however when a weight collides with his body and wraps around him, encasing him in that warmth.

Its more than ever before, a little overwhelming, but also... nice in a way. Chasing away the cold, calming his erratic heartbeat. Even as wounds and aches are dug into, he cant bring himself to push the body away. He often found it hard to push Patton away though.

... wait...

"PATTON?! What are you doing here!?"

A new wave of adrenaline shoots through him, as he grabs the mans shoulders to pull him away far enough to meet his eyes- clinging to the warmth as much as he can.

"Well stormy knight, we couldnt very well leave our protector unprotected now could we?"

His head flips around to see Logan and Roman as well,

"But, the mission!? Why, why would you guys, I dont understand, I gave you the perfect escape!"

"The mission included the detail of all four of us making it home. While your actions were valiant, we could not stand by while you were in danger." His eyes darken as he glares after the barely there forms of the retreating enemies, "They were lucky I hadnt more time to prepare. It was a grave mistake to threaten you as they did."

"In due time my friend. We will ensure this never happens again." Roman puts a hand on both Logan and Virgils shoulders, Patton burrying himself agains Virgil again.

"Dont do that again okay? We need you."

And... maybe Virgil was starting to understand that.

[truckreincarnation]

The Butler Did It! || Perry || Trial 1-1 || RE: Bian, Germain, testimony sharing

Perry looked.... well. Exhausted as she came in. Having, as per the usual, slipped off her shoes before stepping into the water, she trudged out to find her seat. Behind her, she seemed to be sporting a recently-acquired shrimp tail that swayed as she took each step. On the plus side, it seemed that she'd changed from her pajamas she'd been wearing upon body drop, now in her usual fit.

Perry was... well. Pleasantly surprised by the two people she was placed beside, even if Yuliya and Esmée were so dang far away. It was like half of a kindness to be where she was, even if not a whole. (She, of course, noticed Frank being placed suspiciously close. That must have been the punishment Amber was handing her, because no kindness came without cruelty when it came to Perry and Amber).

It took Perry a moment to get her brain functioning enough in her half-asleep state. Oh, how she wanted to be in bed. Oh how the timing of this would fuck up her sleep schedule if she wasn't immensely careful.

Oh how, for once, she wished she was back home on Earth, working her usual job in monotony, always under a magnifying glass. It was better than whatever this was.

"... So, ay dednnae see much, ta be hones'. Ay wen' ta bed at a normal fuckin' taime, unlaike a lo' o' ya, apparen'ly."

Perry sighed, placing her cheek in her hand.

"Mos' ay've go' fer ya es tha' Yulie an' ay were en tha trainin' hall fer a wee bi', bu' we both lef' around 9:30. Before we lef', though, Germa and Shin were trainin' en there. Germa weth a gun, an' Shin weth boxin' alone. Hwen Yulie an' ay lef', we saw Miles per hour an' 19 leavin' tha library. Miles per hour, Yulie, and ay all wen' ta our respecteve rooms, af'er tha'. Ay took a quick shower, an' wen' ta bed no' too long af'er gettin' there. Nobody else was en tha room then."

Perry paused for a moment, scratching her cheek.

"Ay woke up ta 19 bein' back en there, though. Apparen'ly she was quiet enough ta no' waeke me, so... thanks fer tha'."

That was all she had to really say for herself, though. It wasn't exactly the most compelling alibi when it came to protecting herself, but hopefully it'd help someone or other out. At least on building a timeline, if nothing else.

But... there were bigger fish to fry, of course. When it came to the REAL culprit behind all of this, because Perry? Perry was certain she knew.

"So ya all know tha trap tha' was en tha dungeon? Ay fegured ou' hwa' se' et off, an' thus hwo really ded all o' thes. Hwen ay claimbed up ta look en tha crevice o' tha broken saide, ay saw a sap slaime hidin' en there. Tha sap slaime HAD ta have been hwa' broke tha vaine an' se' tha hwole theng off, aye? So ay thenk we have our culpri' already. Et's tha fuckin' slaime, tha gross bastards."

Perry frowned. She hadn't bonded with the slimes like some people had, and had only really seen them as low-level video game enemies. Nonetheless...

Something did catch her attention, though.

"Oy, Bibi. Ay had tha saeme question as Germa, actually. Et said ya saigned ou' tha scythe af'er tha gun was bu' ya dednnae mention et, so..."

Building a timeline was helpful, after all. Even if Perry's conclusions were... questionable, at times.

"Oh, an' fer Germa's reference, an' ay guess anybody hwo dednnae hear ye', fuckin' Amber maede those vaines upon request. Knowin' hwat theyd be used fer."

[grieverled-moved]

THIS WASNT THE FIRST TIME THEYD FOUND THEMSELVES WRAPPED UP IN A SITUATION LIKE THIS. Where the threats they’d faced loomed overhead in large numbers, that constant trilling echo of something anxious panging through his spine like a ricocheting pebble on tin with little to no time to process anything outside of his own tensed breathing. But the reassurance of Cloud at his flank, knowing the blonde would guard what blind spots he’d held as he returned the favour — it gave him courage. Strength.

Enough of it he feels he can take on anything in the world & come out unscathed enough to continue. Foolish probably, but he latches on tight with grasping fingers to cling to whatever stray hope he finds. He’s scared to let it go, knowing in the moment, they both needed to be at their best to pull through.

The moment the first Heartless rushes in to strike, he blocks it quick, gritting his teeth tight to fend against the rattling shake that breaks from the violent impact. But he pushes through, wasting no time to recover, to use the attack angle best to his advantage as he twists to cast a powerful swing of his own the creatures way. It pushes it back a great deal, the sound of the strike making contact one of victory. More clashing echoes about, the battle officially beginning as they both lock into their respective mindsets to focus.

Banter came far later, usually in these cases, when they were sure they wouldn’t be distracting the other, that things were safe enough to lose a bit of their focus to toss the occasional word between. Doesn’t take long for them to reach that point, a cheeky grin of is own is gifted, the flash of teeth peeking past quirked lips before he turns back to his own targets. He makes quick work of those he can, feeling secure enough in the turned tides to give that trusted space, in knowing Cloud could damned well handle himself without him needing to guard his side as he too began to distance. All practiced seemingly a thousand times before, unspoken, comfortable in the routine nature it provided. The thrill of the moment leaves him jittery.

Once things properly unwind, he feels the telling burn beginning to emanate from his limbs, aching itself along his muscles as he goes to put his weapon down, a graceless stab into the dry earth below, moving to massage at his hands, his forearm, moving up to the burning pain in his upper arms. Footsteps are heard approaching closer as he focuses on gathering his breath again, only glancing up when more silence greets him, but Cloud’s feet come to a perfect stop just a step away.

Stormy sights meet bright afternoon skies, flitting between Cloud’s in question, all before he manages to grit out a breathless question, face still flushed bright cherry red.

It takes him a moment, heart still rattling wildly inside, before he beams that bit wider, reaching over not to bother answering verbally as he drags the swordsman over in a sharp, rough tug. Lips crash, a sound of surprise vaguely heard though it’s muffled, smothered by his own. When he feels hands move to hold him back, he breaks it with a low laugh, peering back at Cloud with a knowing look.

❝ Too polite, Cloud. You don’t even need to ask at this point. ❞

*Send “...Can I?” for my muses reaction to yours asking to kiss them. ➤ @defiant-ex-soldiers [ ; ] ((Cloud)) “...Can I?”

[backonefish]

The proper way to handle a band member leaving: the Backstreet Boys edition

As with everything One Direction does, I often think back to my original loves. The more complicated and messy One Direction’s situation, the more I wonder, what would have been the proper way to handle things. 

Situation 1: AJ Going to Rehab

Half way through the Black and Blue tour (BSB’s 4th --- whoa coincidence) when they were at the height of fame, out of the blue, it was announced that AJ, was dealing with an addiction to drugs and alcohol. 

I unfortunately cannot find the original announcement made on TRL, but this video should suffice. BSB postponed their tour for 6 months so AJ could go to rehab. They talked about his addictions, were open and honest with the fans, and in every single interview, were respectful. I remember crying when I learned about this, and fell more in love with every one of the boys.

The 1D way: Contrast this to Zayn’s departure. The original statement said that Zayn was leaving for mental illness. Which is nothing to be ashamed of. Instead of being honest with the fans, taking some time to talk about why he was leaving, how it was going to impact the other four, we got some shitty ass FB post and everyone carried on like he was never there. We spent the next months of the tour scratching our heads going.... what. just. happened?

Situation 2: The Hiatus

After the Black and Blue tour, the boys were burnt out. Sounds familiar? They all took some time off to just relax and do their thing. They made no promises of returning. Nick and Brian both released solo music, AJ continued to work on his sobriety and I’m not sure what Kevin and Howie were doing at that time, but I can assure you, there was no shitting on the band members. 

The 1D way: Contrast this to how 1D left without touring their last album. To how they promised they’d be back, gave a time frame, and now aren’t sticking to it. To how, even in their hiatus, they’re managing to be shady and problematic. 

Situation 3: Kevin Leaving... and Subsequent Return

Once the Never Gone tour was done, Kevin decided he didn’t want to be in the band anymore, so he left. Well, he first finished the Never Gone tour, then he left. For the longest time, the BSB website featured a pair of empty sneakers to symbolise his place. Every single interview they did to promote Unbreakable, their first album as a quartet asked them about Kevin leaving. And in every single interview, they gave the same answer, they said it with respect and there was always love. Yes, the remaining four were unhappy with the situation, Nick mentioned a couple of times that it was easier without Kevin because they could experiment more, but it was never said with malice. It was never rude or derogatory or offensive to Kevin in any way.

Kevin stayed low, he did his own thing. Then their second album as a quartet, This is Us came out, and on this press junket, they weren’t asked about Kevin. Him leaving was no longer news. They carried on and if he was ever brought up, it was in a positive manner. 

Kevin went on to return 6 years later. They released another album, just finished a stint in Vegas, and ONE DAY ARE TO GRACE ME WITH NEW MUSIC. I digress. 

The 1D way: As already mentioned, why did Zayn rush to push out music even though he’d originally left to take some time away from the limelight? Why did he leave mid tour? Why did they know he was leaving, were fine with him from Nov 2014 to April 2015, and then suddenly decide wait we actually don’t like each other and the best place to air their grievances was through Twitter? Why, during the MITAM and now solo promo, aren’t they able to remain professionals and speak of him in a positive way? 

The point is, aside from their sexuality and a talent show, there are a lot of similarities between the two biggest boybands of their generation. These situations have occurred before and they’ve been handled well. This is how they should be handled. 

Don’t come at me saying Liam, Niall, Louis, and Harry hate Zayn and vice versa, because if that was truly the case, they wouldn’t constantly be talking about it. It’s sucky that so many people are hurt by Liam’s recent comments, that so many people are celebrating Liam’s recent comments, but when one of your band members has left, the media trained professional thing to do, is to not constantly talk about him in a negative light. 

Unless its some piss poor PR strategy, served to drive the narrative of Zayn vs. OT4 even further and make an already shady situation even shadier. 

[folklorefairyy]

of doting and dnd - e.m

summary - in which you ask eddie to teach you how to play dnd and fall for him in the process

word count - 2.077k

author’s note - this is a request sent by my lovely friend @sunflowergirl522 it’s exactly what i love in the premise for an eddie fic and i hope you enjoy it <3

ps it’s not proofread in the slightest… so if you see any issues please let me know!

warnings - i have written this with the implications of this being a fem!reader

Eddie had often spotted you, the pretty girl in the cheerleading uniform, making eyes at the Hellfire Club table - at him.

At first he just assumed that, despite your sweetness, you were probably just staring at the ‘freaks’ like everyone else. Overtime, he noticed your gaze lingered on the way he gestured enthusiastically when he proposed his new campaign or how you were often peering at the new dice or figures theyd recently painted on the table, trying to work out their little details from afar.

Once again, he would assume you were judging them for their ‘satanic interests’, if not for your doe-eyed stares and the way you bashfully lowered your gaze to the table whenever he caught your eye. From then on, Eddie had begun to look at you less as the pretty cheerleader who stared at his club and more as the pretty cheerleader who had a curiosity in her eyes that sparked one of his own.

Today was the same as any other. You’re sat amongst your cheer friends, them being too engrossed in the latest gossip to notice how enthralled you were with the sweet metalhead on the table over. Eddie, on the other hand, is never too busy to notice you. In fact, you did quite the opposite to him - often distracting him from his train of thought as he took in your sweet face and pretty eyes, always drifting to him.

Unlike any other day, you act on your growing interest with the Hellfire Club and make your way towards his table. Eddie, used to only observing from afar, takes a double take at the way you slowly grow closer. Your steps look confident but he notices how you pull your lower lips between your teeth, and he can only wonder just what about the situation makes you nervous - lord knows he’s intimidating but a small part of him hopes he doesn't scare you.

Up close you're even prettier than he already thought you were from your usual table. Your hands nervously pick at your skirt, delicate skin threaded in green fabric and your eyes hold an ever enchanting glint that he fears he may get lost in them.

You raise one of your hands in a tiny wave, still glued to your side and mumble a ‘Hi’, eyes looking everywhere but his own. Eddie thinks his heart may just melt. You’re just a bundle of sweetness and he can't help but want more, the slightest taste creating the strongest sweet tooth.

‘Hi,’ he greets back, a hint of amusement in his voice, entirely too giddy at finally speaking to you. There is a dimple carved into his cheek that you fixate your gaze on, shoe tapping against the floor as you try and word your question. Your hesitancy is what stops Eddie from truly teasing you, not wanting to be his usual rousing self. Despite his concern over your behaviour ,there is curiosity, the oressingthoguht of ‘why?’ Why were you here, at his table? Why were you speaking to him? The ‘King of Freaks.’

‘Eddie,’ you start softly, finally meeting his eyes. Holding eye contact so close leaves you both breathless for a moment, before you continue, trying to harness newfound confidence, his beautiful brown eyes a reminder of why you sought him out in the first place, a reminder of the longing stares that had led to this very moment.

‘You know my name?’ he suddenly asks bewildered, your previous word finally registering in his brain. With that you giggle, hand moving to your mouth, to try and hide your smile. He smiles in response at eliciting suc ha response, proud at making the sweetest song fall from your lips.

You tilt your head and say teasingly, your confidence growing the more you’re in his presence, ‘Eddie, you make a cafeteria speech at least once a month, you’re hard to miss.’

He holds his arms out wildly and bows, ‘Touche, milady, touche.’ At this you giggle more and his smile grows wider, eyes crinkling in the corners with delight. ‘Now, how can I be of service?’

The cheesy nature of his speech calms you further, your planned question feeling less ridiculous as the minutes pass. ‘Eddie, could you teach me how to play dnd?’ you ask tentatively, adding a ‘please’ to the end.

The question has Eddie’s mind whirring and he thinks he may just short-circuit. ‘Yo- you want me,’ he gestures towards himself, voice rising an octave and head-shaking in disbelief, ‘to teach you,’ he proceeds to gesture towards you, eyes widening, ‘how to play dnd?’

‘I- yeah, it seems really fun and you’re so passionate about it, I thought you’d be the perfect teacher.’ you reply smiling, voice still sickeningly sweet to accompany such a precious sight.

‘But - you’re so pretty, an-and sweet, why would you want to play dnd with us, with me?’ is his reply, confusion lilting his tone, and a hint of insecurity, like maybe after all of this, it was just some cruel joke you were put up to.

You are almost distracted by the fact that he complimented you, the word ‘pretty’ running rampant around your mind and making your stomach do summersaults. You heat at his words and your mouth pulls into a smile that is quickly squashed as you take in the message of his words.

With furrowed brows and a tilted head you reply quizzically, ‘Can sweet, pretty people not play dnd?’ He opens his mouth to respond but is quickly silenced as you continue, ‘You’ve been nothing but kind to me, and you’re pretty too, but you still play dnd.’

Never have you been so forward, but his self-deprecation had hurt you more than the fear of your proposition being rejected and your mouth moved entirely of its own accord.

Eddie sat before you stunned, mouth agape as the word ‘pretty’ now ran circles around his mind. ‘Y-you think I’m pretty?’ Never had Eddie stuttered so much in his life, but something about you left him a spluttering mess.

Realising there was no point deflecting the obvious you smile at him, shoulders slightly raised, ‘Yeah, I do.’ A beat, and then you’re deflecting his question back at him, slightly teasing but also in anticipation, nervous as to whether he’ll confirm the words. ‘You think I’m pretty?’

At this he smiles once more, cheeks hurting from being pulled up so much. ‘Yeah, I do’, he repeats sincerely, voice slightly lowered as though it’s a sacred secret. ‘And I would be honoured to teach you how to play dnd.’

‘Really?’ you ask, hopeful that not only would you be learning more about a game that fascinates you but that you would also have a chance to spend more time with Eddie.

‘Yeah, really.’ He checks his watch, noticing that lunch is almost over, ‘How about we meet after school and I’ll teach you the basics.’

Your grin grows wider and you nod your head giddily in response, ‘I’d like that, thank you.’

‘You know where we hold Hellfire Club, right?’

‘Yeah, down in the drama room, right?’

‘Right,’ his eyes crinkle,charmed by just how interested you are in his club, truly not expecting such a deep fascination of the subject from you. ‘ I’ll see you there, sweetheart.’

His words leave you feeling hot and the butterflies in your stomach swarm full force, making you sick with attraction, flustered by his flirting.

You turn and walk back to your table, head still centred on him, eyes never breaking his gaze, too enamoured by him and the prospect of your time together later.

The rest of your day drags, the clock ticking entirely too slow for your liking. As soon as the final bell rings you’re out of your seat, mumbling something vaguely resembling ‘my rides here’ to your friends and racing to the drama room.

As you open the door, Eddie is already sitting atop his throne, fingers on one hand drumming against the table whilst the other frantically rogansies different bits of paper in front of him. The slightly creaking of the hinges has his head snapping up, eyes wide as he takes in your figure nervously standing between the crack.

‘Hey’ you wave, mimicking your earlier action in the cafeteria, a small smile gracing your face once more.

‘Hey’, he waves back, a smile now painting his own. His cheeks were definitely going to hurt when he got home, but it’d be worth it - for you. ‘What are you doing by the door, get your butt in here and take a seat!’

You go to take the seat opposite him, when he pulls a chair next his, patting the seat for you. ‘So we can both look at the sheets,’ he explains, but the hand scratching the back of his neck and his avoidance of your gaze suggests something deeper motivates him.

Sitting, hands fiddling with one another on the table in front of you, you ask, ‘So, where do we start?’

‘Well what do you know?’ is his reply, genuinely curious on what you’ve learnt on your own, eyes pouring into yours, hoping to learn everything he can about you.

It’s your turn to scratch the back of your neck, ‘To be honest ,not much.’ As quick as your bashfulness comes does it leave, as your eyes light and you gasp, enthusiasm dripping from your words, ‘ I do know that you create characters and there's lots of challenges that follow your dungeon master’s campaign, that bit makes me excited!’

Your genuine eagerness and your slightly wonky explanation of the game melts his heart, the image before him printing into his eyelids, the painting of wholesome elation. He chuckles, a cheeky glint in his eye, ‘Something like that.’

For the next hour Eddie explained what a campaign is, his role as DM, classes, races, levels and how the die worked. It was a lot to take in on a good day, but the way his passion for the game makes his whole body light up - his gestures much more extravagant and his voice sounding so animated it seems enchanting - doesn’t help with your focus one bit. If you thought he was attractive before, this only multiplies your attraction tenfold. If you could listen to him speak about dnd forever you would, the sight something you wish you could capture and hold close.

Noticing your silence and your cloudy gaze he taps you, hand grasping your shoulder, the warmth from his skin seeping into yours. ‘Hey, you okay?’ Snapping out of your reverie, you shake your head slightly, looking like a deer caught in headlights. ‘I know I was talking pretty fast and that was a lot,’ he brought his hand to his neck sheepishly, ‘I have a tendency to ramble when I get excited.’

‘Hey, no, it’s okay, I really like listening to you talk,’ you place your hand against his laying on the desk, the bulkiness of his rings pressing into your palm, ‘I just got distracted for a moment, I’m sorry.’

‘What was so distracting, hm?’ he teases, a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips and a mischievous glint in his eyes. So , maybe you weren't as discreet in your attraction as you thought. Embarrassed at being caught, you cast your gaze to your hand still resting in his, the size difference obvious but comforting. ‘Hey,’ his hand from your shoulder comes to your chin, slightly tilting it up to face him, ‘I’m only teasing.’

You sweetly smile back at him, thumb rubbing his hand reassuringly, soft skin against calloused fingertips, ‘I know,’ grasping his hand tighter and turning your direction to the character sheet between you, you ask, ‘Now, explain the different classes again, I think that's where I got a little lost.’

For the millionth time that night Eddie smiles, totally enamoured by how adorable you are. He squeezes your hand back, threading your fingers together and taking a final glance at your face, wondering how he is so lucky to spend his evening with the sweet cheerleader he often had staring matches with.

And, as he held your hand in the drama room for the rest of the evening, explaining the many details of dnd to you, Eddie could only think of the many ways he could spend time with you, so that he could keep holding your hand and making you smile, for as long as you’d let him.

[spacedlexi]

Question, what made you ship Violentine? I personally liked how Violet was rightfully suspicious of Clem and AJ but still accepted them, and grew to like them. Along with the fact, no matter what, during the Marlon confrontation, she will stand up for Clem and Aj. Also her making a pin for clem, dancing with her, and star gazing (just off the top of my memory) was really cute, she is also just really badass.

yes to all of that 🥺💕 i liked violet in the first episode and the little development we get between her and clem is nice, how they can both relate to each other about their losses and how they are seeming to find comfort in each other during their talks in the dorm and while fishing (especially if you mend her relationship with brody she really relaxes). but i think what really solidified the actual relationship for me was in the beginning of episode 2 when violet realizes everyone is about to Jump this Child and immediately without hesitation stands in the middle against her friends and community to protect this little boy who just killed their leader, because he is a Little Child and everyone needs to Calm Down, and marlons hands werent so clean either. for the rest of the episode she stands against all of her friends to defend clem and aj and she does all of this regardless of your choices up until this point so it wasnt like it was determinate based on how nice to her you were

then she falls into the open leadership position, that she doesnt even want, because no one else steps up to do so and Someones gotta do it because otherwise the group will fall apart and it is already splitting at the seams. she quickly becomes someone clem can rely on (she'll even shoot lilly if you fail to pick an option), and clem becomes someone violet can rely on as well as she helps violet with keeping the group together and trying to smooth things over after marlons death. violet goes from being a loner who has dreams of leaving the school because she just never felt like she belonged there, to becoming its leader and does her best to keep everyone safe (and beats herself up hard about it if she fails), and then ending with leading the school side by side with clem. co leader badass girlfriends

i left s3 Very Opinionated that i Did Not Want ANY romance options for clem because i didnt think theyd ever be able to pull it off. so i had the bar set Pretty High. but violet ended up being exactly what i wanted in a love interest for clem. theyre very evenly matched. similar attitudes and goals and maturity level, their ability to relate to each other and what theyve been through (vi is very s3 clem at the beginning of s4, feeling like shes lost the only people she cares about and has walled herself off to other connections), violet stands up for both clem and aj without hesitation because its the right thing to do, and shes tough as nails. she grows a lot between the beginning and end of the season she really comes into herself as a leader especially if you friend/romance her. she is also So in love with clem and cares about her so deeply. hearing her plead if you tell lilly youll join her if she lets everyone else go you can hear in her voice how much the idea of that hurts her because she Cant Lose Clem like shes lost others (props to gideon adlon for doing such a great job voicing her)

ALSO one of my favorite scenes where minnie and clem are fighting and vi shoots minnie to save clems life i love it. the Gay Drama of it all shooting your ex to save your new gf but still not having the heart to leave her (again) makes me go like this every time

also their romance lock in scene is Incredible....Perfect...Spectacular.. their entire romance from that scene on is just so cute they are such a good match for each other. they both make the other feel like they have someone they can rely on without hesitation. AND shes so good with aj. treats him with respect, is kind patient and understanding with him, tries to make him feel less scared and more confident. like when theyre putting the walker guts on and she kneels down to be eye level with him and tell him hes doing a good job and she looks up at clem reassuringly and clem smiles back AUGH!!! thats what im TALKING ABOUT!!! clem needs someone that not only She can rely on but also someone she can trust that aj can rely on as well and vi is that person!!! AAHH

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hi! so sorry if youve answered this question already, but purely out of curiosity, would qiu lean more toward wearing a dress or wearing a tuxedo if they were to get married/attend a formal event (even if its only what theyd want to wear in step 2 if you dont know what theyd consider in later steps)? or even something in between/entirely different? thank you so much!! :) 💞

Qiu basically always wears pants/leggings because he doesn't feel comfortable with bare legs that are just covered over by a skirt/dress. But there are times where he'd want to wear more dress/skirt-like things, and just wears leggings or something underneath. So it depends on what kind of event it is, though I haven't decided what specifically Qiu would wear at their theoretical wedding yet. That's a bit too far in the future, aha.

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THIS ISNT A REQUEST its just me. LOOSING my mind over the Levi Ackerman stuff you write. like?????Levi injuring/hurting his s/o to make sure they dont go anywhere is so fbsjsja and accurate. I can physically SEE the way his hands would move to their knee and theyd be nervous but not sure just yet. Then he'd mention the expidition next week and just like that they'd know excatly what hes about to do.

Commander Erwin knowing but not doing anything about it because hell if humanities strongest solidier is gonna do that shit hes not gonna stop it. They're just gonna have to shh and be quiet. agsshsjsna I love that youd exposed me to this lmao

kashfaskak big Brian time omg

(What To Expect - no NSFW, bone breaking)

You’d get called to his office, hands sweaty and maybe shaking a bit as you open the door.

Levi’s standing at the window, looking out as he thought about who-knows-what, but he turns when you enter, indicating for you to sit.

He starts talking to you, menial conversation that is flavorless and dry, not filled with his common veiled threats or dark confessions of all the things he wants to subject you to.

Levi steps around behind you, hands falling heavy on your shoulders, and you both pretend not to see the violent flinch that the movement draws from you. Levi knows you’re afraid of him, but that works in his favor. 

You aren’t sure what he wants from you yet, maybe a blowjob? But he’s still talking, small hands beginning to knead at the muscles of your shoulders, finding the knots, the sore muscles and digging into them painfully. 

Long moments pass of Levi’s low voice filling your ear, his fingers pushing down hard into your muscles, making you wince and struggle to not move away from his touch.

But it hurts.

When he finally lets up on the painful massage you breathe a sigh of relief. The relief is short lived as he moves to your side, trailing his fingers down your arm to your hand, tracing over the tendons there with a foreboding sense of finality.

“Levi sir?” You question as he falls silent, the man intently studying your hand. He rubs his thumb over the callouses lining your fingers, the callouses that all cadets gain from operating the omni-directional mobility gear. Levi himself has similar callouses, although his are deeper and far rougher, his experience and expertise evident in the scars and weathered skin on his hands.

He lifts one of your hands as he studies it, bringing it closer to his face. You let him, just as you always do. Levi is not to be disobeyed. Maybe he’s in the mood for a hand job today?

“The upcoming expedition is going to be.... difficult.”

Your blood runs ice cold, filling your body with frost and snow. You feel like you can’t move. This can't be going anywhere good.

“I’m expecting there to be heavy losses.” The man continues, moving your fingers, bending them. “It’s a shitty fool’s errand, trying to drive back the titans that far from the wall.”

You want to snatch your hand away, but his grip is becoming increasingly tighter, one of his hands circling around your wrist to hold you fast. There’s an inkling in the back of your brain that whatever is going to happen will hurt. Levi’s going to hurt you.

“I’m ready to serve the regiment in whatever way necessary Sir.” You whisper, watching Levi play with your hand as if it were a toy that he didn’t understand.

The man nodded his head slowly, before his eyes flicked to yours. “That’s what makes you such a fine cadet. The best, actually. Always willing to do whatever your leaders command...”

What was he getting at?

“Sir? Is something wrong?” The silence is stifling, you have to ask. Maybe he just wanted to talk, maybe he just wanted to caution you about getting rest or tell you to train more. Maybe he’d act like a normal captain, and treat you like a normal cadet.

Levi sighed heavily, before the hand caressing your own stilled. “If I ordered you to stay behind, I know you’d feel guilty. Your comrades would wonder why you’re getting special treatment, the other officers would bitch and moan like whiny little piss babies about how I’m showing weakness. There’s no way for me to ensure your safety.”

The words he spoke were true.

“It’s alright Sir, I can take care of myself. I don’t need protection.”

Your hand was crushed in a painfully tight grip, Levi leaning over your chair. 

“You’re so naive. You’d get killed before you could step outside the wall.” He spoke quietly, grey eyes boring into your own, insistent.

He was scaring you.

Not knowing how to respond, you stayed silent, trying to shrink back in your chair, away from the heavy presence of your captain. The man clicked his tongue, before straightening again.

His eyes moved from your face to your hand, where he paused, before taking a closer look.

“Ah, but my finest cadet can’t go over the wall with such an injury. Stupid brat, should’ve gone to the med unit.”

What was he talking about? What injury?

You voiced your confused thoughts, and Levi grimaced, lips drawn in a thin line, eyebrows furrowed. 

“Your fucking hand, it’s broken. You broke it trying to get in some extra training with your ODM gear, didn’t you?”

“Sir, I don’t understa-”

Blinding pain lanced up your arm, and you doubled over in your chair, trying to pull your crushed hand out of Levi’s grip as you cried out.

The man kept a straight face, although a part of him felt sorrow for your pain. But it was necessary.

Another deft move with his fingers, and one of your fingers snapped like a twig, the sharp crack resounding in the room above your pained whimpers.

“Sir!?!” You cried, Levi finally allowing you to wrench your hand out of his grip, clutch the mangled extremity to your chest.

He’d broken your hand.

Levi had shattered the fine bones across the back in a terrifying display of strength, before cleanly breaking on of your fingers.

“A pity, I could’ve used you on the expedition. Too bad your shitty hand is broken.” His voice was flat as he stepped away from you, rounding his desk to sit in his chair with finality. “You should get it looked at, otherwise it’ll heal weird and you’ll be an ugly cripple.” 

You felt like screaming, anger welling up inside.

A knock on the door startled you, Levi uttering a soft “come in” before you could say or do anything.

Commander Erwin stepped inside, blue eyes flitting between you, Captain Levi, and your broken hand. There was a moment of stillness in the room.

You couldn’t let Captain Levi get away with such flagrant abuse.

“Commander Erwin! Captain Levi broke my hand.” You explained, rising to your feet.

Bushy blonde eyebrows raised slightly, but Erwin didn’t seem surprised. No, he seemed... disappointed?

“It appears so. Go get it set and bandaged Cadet, you’re relieved of duty at this time.”

You couldn’t believe your ears.

Commander Erwin believed you, he just didn’t care.

It seem that Captain Levi was allowed free reign

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to be unfortunately fair zayne clingyduo fought and that just ended in both of them getting trauma and never talking about their problems even after both of them showed major suicidal tendencies and even with tommy consistently prompting tubbo to be honest w his feelings </3

i dont think beeduo falling out would even result in them talking i think if they had a big fight theyd both be so avoidant that they genuinely just. dont anymore. theyre back to awkward friends but now they have to work around having a son (and even then, not truly. they never moved in to the mansion, michael lives with tubbo and they cant move him in with ranboo, no point. ranboo can visit, obviously, but its hard knowing now hes just another person to protect michael from in tubbos eyes), the mansion stays unused, ranboo feels too awkward to help with the outpost anymore and tubbo just relies on the stacks of cookies until eventually hes starving and only makes enough to last until he goes back home (after all, he cant ask ranboo for food anymore and he doesnt know who else to ask because they all seem to be rather limited food wise, but hey, at least he can be legit about the cookie thing now. if anyone notices that tubbos voice is flat when he stops asking for money in exchange theyre too afraid to mention it, and if they do they only get false assurances in response)

tubbos so outwardly apathetic towards a lot of things and ranboos known for taking things in the worst way possible, and neither could quite get to a point of being petty, being spiteful, theyd just be. burnt out. ranboo would move on to the prison outbreak maybe, or if that already happened, just helping tommy (except wilbur hates him and so does quackity and he thinks fundys starting to too and hes already hurt over tubbo hating him [from his perspective] that he cant deal with any of it) and in the end just starts retreating on himself, back into the arctic, afraid to talk to anyone because his options are techno, phil, and niki and he loves them sure but theyre destructive and ranboos still scared of what they would do to tubbo if they now knew tubbo hurt him too

theyre dysfunctional together, certainly, but a fight wouldnt help mend anything between them, not a big fight anyways, and if a small fight was enough to make them stay apart temporarily itd be enough to just tear them apart for a long, long time. theyd fall apart and with everyone focused on their own thing, no one else would help them, especially not without tubbo or ranboo reaching out (and we all know they wouldnt, at most theyd make side comments just to wave it off and go "its fine, im fine, im just overreacting, he was right" to anyone that asked). tubbo wouldnt ask for them to talk unless it was to talk about ranboo, and ranboo would want to talk about both of them but tubbos not going to budge on expressing his emotions and ranboo wouldnt push it, and if he did either one or both would get frustrated and theyd be back at square one

i dont think a falling out would help them, theyd just fall apart and eventually it becomes another thing for ranboo to feel guilty about and for tubbo to wave off and go "in the past, im fine, michaels fine, and im sure hes fine as well, in his own little way". really i think itd take gradual growth for both sides. opening up in their own little ways, small questions from both sides that prod at the other until they open up further. and i think thatd work best for tubbo and ranboos rp style anyways, small steps towards growth and mutual confort rather than Big Events that tear them apart or bring them back together (thats more a clingyduo thing, and again, even they dont talk about their problems). quiet growths of mutual respect until eventually tubbos not using "you wont remember" as an excuse for covering up that he just trusts ranboo and feels comfortable enough to share and eventually ranboo shares his train of thought more openly and tubbo gently nudges him into believing in himself more (even if it comes with a few lighthearted jabs)

tubbo and ranboo arent big gestures kind of people, and i think thatd still be the case in terms of their relationship. after all, they just signed the papers, no ceremony or all. it seems like big steps to others maybe, but to them its the most natural thing of all. also i dont think mr and mr "im going to move in with my best friend for 4 months then we're going to stay over again for 3 more months just in a different country and from there honestly we dont know if wed be able to stay apart, it feels so natural that the other is more than just another person to me" would be able to handle their characters being on bad terms. i think if they had to rp a negative event between each other they just wouldnt. like even that experiment scene would be played nowadays like ranboo joking along w tubbo too and them just getting into shenanigans before eventually forgetting that the experiments were going to happen bc theyre having fun mining and making deez nuts jokes or some shit LMAO -🎭🎪

OKAY FINE. WHATEVER.