#f; trapton

[bitterborne]

HE HAS NOT BEEN ANYONE'S SON IN A LONG TIME. Hasn't been anyone to anyone in a long time: most people dead and gone or worse when Mike has been dragged back, unwillingly, once more from death to ruin his father's schemes. NO REST FOR THE WICKED, BOY: STAND UP STRAIGHT. DON'T SLOUCH NOW. MAKES YOU LOOK WEAK, A LITTLE KID. Draws blood with how hard his nails dig into his palm, hardly able to breathe even without the visage change from the other. His father. His own grey eyes not even widened, not even surprised, at the sight: glossy and dry with resignation. That's what you are, aren't you ? My son. " Maybe once, " he says, unwilling, blood run cold at the glitch's words; from forty to fourteen Mike will always be Michael, will never escape the role of the eager, reaching son.

Compared to the other's fluid, graceful movements, the man is robotic. Recognize his face anywhere, huh ? Mike hasn't known his reflection in decades. His body, stiff, lurches back when the creature that is his father learns, and suddenly, for all the noise and clamor of the Pizzaplex, he feels very alone. Eyes dart to the room opening, waiting for someone to come by, see the situation, save him from this: but there's nobody here but him. And his father. His father who looks like his father and for all his age and the own decaying decrepit form, Michael is a little boy again. Staring, helpless, at a role model a disappointment of a parent the bane of his existence a sad, unstable man who just can't let go Dad Michael feels something within him fracture. insides scooped out again, no sister to speak of. Is he proud of his son ? [...] Still standing after everything ?

Hey, he learned how to cling to life from the best.

" I have nothing to say to you. " The words come out with more fervor and less dignity than he'd hoped. A fox cornered. " Last time I checked, you're just a virus. Leftovers from an old man's overdue death. " His smile is flat and frozen, exposes chipped tooth from childhood and more scars from his scooping. " Yeah, last standing. And I'm gonna keep it that way. What is this? -- One more grab at immortality, huh ? Predictable. " Body creaks and groans when he stands straighter, squaring old, stitched shoulders. Make up for how small, how grotesque, he feels in the face of his father in prime life.

“Don’t call me that. You don’t get to call me that anymore.” [hear me out: apprentice michael pulling away from his father’s clutches, only to be drawn back to spring/glitchtrap….]

🔧 @runeians !

"why?" is the faint answer of glitchtrap. arms raised, with palms upward on either side of widened grin. a grin which cocks to the side, jarringly. question sounding far too genuine even for his own liking. his wide, purple eyes blinking animatedly.

"that's what you are, aren't you? my son." his voice resembled springtrap's if not for the influence of his newfound digitization, now knock, knock, knocking at the door of his son's mind. inflected just so. all michael has ever wanted, was his approval. perhaps the big picture he had missed when withholding it too much as a flesh and bone man. but now, he sees all. hands gesticulating, and landing with a curious finger curled under his jaw.

hands flourish in to rest on one hip, the other finger extending to point with a sway. all fluid motions. "don't try and hide from it now, boy. you might have aged, but i'd recognize that face anywhere." he easily leans against a surface beside him, elbow propped with ankles crossed. nonchalant. "quite funny how things work out, isn't it?"

he glitches in and out. his form becoming more and more distorted, until the image of his old self appears stark before the man standing before him.

in the same position, teeth show in a lazily lidded-eyed grin. "the last afton standing." he says, chuckling lowly. foot bouncing as the image of the elder afton in his patriarchal prime stares back at the rotting visage of his boy.

[ladyseidr]

@trapton asked: ❝ i haven't been a good friend to a lot of people, but i have been a very good friend to you. - Henry (boy u don't have any friends) ❞ ( sentence meme )

It worked like a charm, really. After all, Henry wasn't the people person of the two of them, didn't do well with people beyond the standard business owner pleasantries. Not often, at least. He could count friendships on one hand, and there was no denying his closest was Will. Forefinger, listed first with the others an afterthought. Will knew Henry's. . . idiosyncrasies. And he'd never seemed to mind them in all the years they had known one another. Henry returned the favor, not looking too close at anything that could be waved away as, "Well, he's no stranger than I am." ( Even decades later, childhood judgment made him easy to coax. )

Maybe that was why he replied, "I know. I know that, Will. But, Christ, sometimes it's like you don't care about the trouble you cause." The two of them arguing over nothing, or Will in Henry's bed when headlights gleamed through the curtains, or just how much he seemed to enjoy toying with Henry. "Being a good friend doesn't fix our expenses. Or anything else." Now, sitting passenger seat in Will's gaudy car, he felt a little trapped in this conversation. ( Just how Will liked it, he'd bet. ) "Focus on the road and just let me be pissed off. Do it as my friend."

[griefknown]

spell out your url using song titles. then, tag as many people as there are letters in your url :

G - graveyard - halsey

R - running up that hill - kate bush

I - into it - chase atlantic

E - evil - melanie martinez

F - faerie soirée - melanie martinez

K - kill bill - sza

N - never know - bad omens

O - ocean eyes - billie eilish

W - why'd you only call me when you're high - arctic monkeys

N - nymphology - melanie martinez

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tagging : @traumapyre, @trapton, @webdget, @evolvingheartisms, @ncmither, @citysank, @rihtual, @remembcr, @firststab, @langdhon, @predatorymaniac, & whoever else wants to!

[nineliabilityrisk]

"i told you before. no one kills you but me." ciar <3

" i told you before . no one kills you but me . "

[[ GOD these two. they make me so unwell (/pos) ]]

-- [ asked by @trapton ] --

William's words elicited a helpless chuckle out of Ciarán, crooked grin revealing bloodied teeth. A wince suppressed at how the movement jostled bruised — possibly broken — ribs, he just leaned heavier on the arm that was propping him against the counter as Will continued to disinfect his wounds.

"Look, 's not my fault that guy had a personal issue with the concept of my entire existence. Or he just had a really bad day. One of the two. Wasn't really paying attention, y'see. Was too busy gettin' the shit kicked outta me." At least his sense of humor was intact. Proof he wasn't too rattled by the whole experience.

Really, it had just been a case of wrong place, wrong time– at least, it had been at first. Ciarán's smart mouth probably hadn't served to deescalate the situation. Still, he'd managed to hold his own, even if he'd, in his own words, 'gotten the shit kicked out of him' in the process. The guy wouldn't be bothering him again.

With a substantially less effectively suppressed wince, he yanked his arm out of William's grasp. One particularly aggressive swipe of the washcloth over the gash in his shoulder had been more than enough for him to call a time out. "Ow, by the way. You can relax with that. You don't gotta be diggin' around in there 'n' shit. He didn't leave anything up in there," he snarked. All bark, no bite, as always. Mouthing off because he didn't know what else to do. He knew he had to let Will clean and tend to his injuries, but, damn it, he hurt. A lot. And not even in a fun way this time. This fucking sucked.

"Point is, it's not like I went out looking for someone to kick my ass or some shit like that. I have you for that, if that's what I want. It wasn't intentional. No need to get all pissy and territorial with me. I came t'you for help, didn't I?"

In truth, despite how prickly he was acting, he genuinely didn't want Will mad at him at the moment. All the fight had left him long ago. He was tired, and hurting, and in all honesty he just wanted some genuine comfort. He was just on too high alert to ask for it outright. His fight or flight response was still raising the hairs at the back of his neck — the sharp sting of the disinfectant on his cuts and scrapes setting off the leftover adrenaline in his system.

He just couldn't relax. Not until he knew for sure that he was safe. That Will would let him bring his walls down in peace. And right now ... he wasn't sure what to make of the situation whatsoever. William's mood had been unreadable since he'd first taken in the state Ciarán had been in when he'd arrived on his doorstep.

"Just..." he trailed off, dipping his head, voice noticeably softer than his previous griping. "It wasn't my fault. I'm sorry if I ... 'f I worried you."

[ladyseidr]

@trapton asked: ❝ i knew you wouldn't stay with me. / henry ❞ ( the sex was good until it wasn't. )

"What the hell do you expect me to do, Will?" His volume wasn't held back, regardless of the scene of this squabble—the parts and service room, not all too long after closing. Henry wasn't one to reach this level of visible stress. He had kept out of the public eye, but spent very little time behind his desk. Instead, he had kept his hands and mind busy, an attempt made in vain to direct his nerves toward broken arcade machines and failing parts rather than his life. It had taken frighteningly little questioning on Will's part to get an answer, particularly regarding Henry's insistence on leaving the moment the workday was over. . . His long hours overtime with his business partner weren't going unnoticed. While she hadn't implicated Will—and thank god for that, if only for Henry's sake—his wife had made one thing perfectly clear: SHE KNEW. ( Probably thought Henry was leaving work and spending late nights with some mysterious woman. As bad as it was, it wasn't as dangerous as the truth. )

"It's over. I'm not imploding my life for you." It shouldn't have left him feeling so mixed, stomach heavy with the grief of ending something he should have never gotten involved with and the shame of knowing he would never really end it. This was all, in some way, for show. Proving to himself that he felt some level of guilt before he inevitably let Will pull him right back in. And then he would go home and lie right to his wife's face, and play saint just to top it off. I would never do something like that—the kind of claim he would have made sincerely in the past. "I don't know what you expect from me. To end up like you?" He slammed his hand to the table, frustration finally beginning to burn down into pure exhaustion. He leaned down on both palms over the table, glasses slipped low on his nose. All this upset, and all he could wonder: was he really feeling guilty, or was he just never ready to face the consequences of his own actions?

[ladyseidr]

@trapton asked: ❝ he put his big, masculine arms around my tiny little waist. / Henry hehehe ❞ ( sentence meme )

"Jesus fucking Christ." It was a perfectly reasonable response as far as Henry was concerned, punctuated by rolling a dismissive glare in Will's direction. "Now I'm sure you're not serious." Will was messing with him—that much was obvious. However much Henry's response implied he wasn't falling for it, though, seemed unconvincing as he slammed the drawer of his desk shut.

He wasn't looking at Will any longer, busying himself with rearranging the paperwork—it just never ended—atop the desk. A furrow had formed between his brows, mouth clamped shut for all of thirty seconds. Too many questions lingered on the tip of his tongue; he knew he was falling for Will's bullshit the moment he spoke again. "You want me to ask who he was and what happened, throw a fit in jealousy—not happening." ( Already was. ) He pushed himself away from the desk, a huff passing his lips as he finally settled his gaze back on Will. "I'm sure you told him you were taken, after all." An unnecessarily loaded word, coupled with a tone that sounded more suited to "claimed" or "mine." Taken in a "belonging to" sense just as much as in a romantic sense. "You wouldn't risk it." Although Henry had a nagging thought that William could get away with a lot more than he should when it came to their relationship.

[ladyseidr]

@trapton asked: ❝ ❛  you know i love you, right?  ❜ hi mrs afton ❤️ ❞ ( grumpy x sunshine sentence starters )

"Yes, my love." The words came with audible exasperation, though the smile curling her lips was hard to miss. Dropped herself sideway into his lap, plucking the pen right from his fingers. "And I can tell you all about how much I love you when you take a break with me."

She pulled the cap of the pen from the end, replacing it at the tip before dropping the pen aside. She admired how much passion he had for his work, saw herself in him in that way. ( The resentment won't set in for a handful more years. ) Fingers came to curl at his chin, thumb gently cinching as she gave him a playful shake. All followed by her leaning only nearer, lips catching his in a simple, soft show of affection. She loved him more than she knew how to put into words, and so settled on rising, hand clasping his on the way up and tugging at him lightly. "Come on, I made coffee."

[ladyseidr]

@trapton asked: ❝ ❛  why don't you give up on me like everyone else?  ❜ henry ❞ ( grumpy x sunshine sentence starters )

The question brought him pause. Leaning against the wall beside the door of Parts and Services, watching Will work with arms crossed over his chest. Not as closed off as he looked. He ran his hand over one forearm, silence filling the room. He was never good with overt sentimentality. Settled instead on something easier: "Who else am I going to find who can tolerate me as a business partner?" Deflection, a self-deprecating joke he only half-believed. A near-silent breath passed his lips. It almost felt insulting.

And so he pushed away from the wall, approaching Will from behind. Stopped a bit beside him and rested a hand between his shoulder blades, hesitating only half a second before sliding it up to squeeze his shoulder. ( Never knew what was too much anymore. Or not enough. ) "I don't have any reason to give up on you. We're partners—friends." Something else he couldn't name. "I wouldn't just walk away." It was a fear he understood, though.

[ladyseidr]

@trapton asked: ❝ ❛  you make me want to be better. you make me want to be good.  ❜ jayneeeee ❞ ( grumpy x sunshine sentence starters )

She smiled over the cup of coffee she was sipping at, silent until the cup had been set on the table. Then: "Christ, you're so dramatic." And yet, her smile was warm, hand reaching out across the table to take his and give it a brief squeeze. A lifelong bond between siblings—once all each other had. Her humor didn't veil her love. If anything, it was a reflection of it.

"Nothing's stopping you. Whatever you do, I'm right beside you." A pause, then a small laugh. "Unless it's stupid, in which case I know nothing about it." She took another swig of her coffee, leaning back in her seat with one ankle crossed over the other. "For what it's worth, I already think you're plenty good, Will. Nobody's perfect, but. . ." She shrugged. "You've got something good going for you here. It makes a lot of people happy, too."

[ladyseidr]

@trapton asked: ❝ you can't help yourself, can you? Hah wrong blog again but will to henry ❞ ( "you can't. . ." prompts )

The words were almost swallowed by another hungry kiss. Almost, if Will hadn't managed to strike Henry just right. Eyes searched, then averted, although he never left the space. His grip at Will's waist remained. It was too early for this, not even time to open for the day. Really, they were barely in the door before Henry had been stifling the urge. And, for all he knew, William had noticed right then. It wouldn't have surprised him to be read like a magazine by his business partner. "No different than you." His voice was steady, if breathless, gaze returned even as it dipped beneath Will's own. Nose, mouth, jaw, the column of his throat. It was the easy response—throw it back at him. Don't admit that he had been thinking of Will since closing the day prior, driving himself crazy with visions behind his eyelids. Definitely don't admit there were nights he was near sleepless with it. Pretend he doesn't already have some inkling of it to save himself the embarrassment. "If I'm wrong, you can go," said even as his hand reached up and slid into his hair. Tangled. Twisted. Pulled. Dragged him back down into another messy, open-mouthed kiss. As humiliating as Henry's own neediness might be, there was some comfort in knowing it wasn't one-sided.

[ladyseidr]

@trapton asked: ❝ ❛ you're so good for me, so fucking good around me, fucking made for me. ❜ HENRY OH MY GOD ❞ ( & more smut sentence starters )

It had started in all the ways it shouldn't have. Innocent invitation over. Both knowing it wasn't quite so innocent. Henry dawdling around the living room for the few minutes—if even—it took before they came crashing together. And Henry fell in easily, eagerly. It was only by some miracle they had ever even made it to the bedroom. ( Might never have made it out of the hallway if Henry hadn't dragged William by the collar inside. ) And that was how he wound up lying back on his bed, eyes rolling back and closed as Will fucked into him. On a better day, he might have had more composure, at least pretended to have some control over himself. But he was coming apart at the seams, panting out swears and Will's name. Fucking like they had been apart for months when, really, it had just been a busy week. Fingers twisted tightly in Will's hair, yanking more than tugging as the other hand clutched at his hip, his side. Anything to drag him closer, deeper.

Will's words at his ear sent a shiver through him. Made his cock ache, betrayal of his body as it throbbed between them, leaking as words intermingled with pleasure. Knew he'd never hear the end of it, but found it just as hard to care in the moment. Nails digging into shoulder blade, hips rocking into every thrust—it was hard to care about pride now. "Prove it." Words a near growl at Will's ear. "Prove I'm yours." Unspoken: harder, faster. "Come inside me." Stake his claim.

[ladyseidr]

@trapton asked: ❝ ∗ 12﹕ sender  invites  receiver  to  dance . ELISE ❞ ( 100 nonverbal prompts )

She was still all dolled up, perfected makeup and black gown that hugged her torso until spilling out around her legs. Only her heels had been cast aside at the end of the bed, jewelry being shed onto the dresser top while she swayed along to crackling music pouring from her quickly aging record player in the corner of the room. It was all habit. Come home after an evening out, turn on a favorite record—Your Song this time—and take her time peeling off clothes and removing makeup in the attached bathroom. Her necklace was only just lowered to the dresser as she felt arms encircle her waist, a small laugh instantly escaping her. At first, she only swayed with Will, hands rested over his. Then, she turned in his arms, easily and naturally falling into a more proper position, hand in his and the other at his shoulder.

"Comme c'est romantique," she murmured, a quirk in her smile as she allowed him to lead, following his movements fluidly if not with a touch of playfulness. "So, I guess I will get to dance tonight, won't I?" She had made some offhand comment about the distinct lack of dance—had he remembered? A small sigh, gaze soft and brimming with something impossible to explain. But she could try: "I love you, Will." She drew herself closer to him, resisting the urge to end the dance early for a kiss ( or ten ). "Now—" and there was her grin, "—try not to run us into the bed."

[ladyseidr]

@trapton asked: ❝ [ GRIND ]: henry henry henry ❞ ( prompts: less cringy edition )

It had been like a landslide, like the slippery slope excuse that had rattled around in his brain prior to the first time had come to fruition. ( If he ever let himself have Will, he'd never be able to let him go. ) One time turned into ten and now it was like they could hardly keep their hands off of one another. Thrill making heart skip a beat on the drive to work, always thinking about the next time they could be so close. Sexual, yes, but more than that—not that he could admit that to himself just yet. His hands grasped everywhere—waist, ribs, hips, ass, neck, hair. Like he was trying to memorize Will's form under his hands, like he couldn't get enough. Moaning into Will's mouth as he slotted his leg between Will's, corners of his mouth twitching upward when his business partner took to grinding against his thigh. There was something to it: knowing that, for all of Will's boasting, he wanted Henry just as badly. To be wanted like that was intoxicating in a way Henry had never experienced.

"Been holding this back all day, haven't you?" he questioned, hardly a whisper against Will's lips. He pressed closer, mouth falling to Will's throat to tease all-too-light kisses down the column, breathing in the familiar scent of one William Afton. "You're a needier man than I thought you'd be." And, for all his teasing, he was forcing hands down between them, undoing Will's trousers with a quick ease that was all too telling.

[ladyseidr]

@trapton asked: ❝ 🚪 ( DOOR ) HeNrYYYYYY ❞ ( emoji scenarios )

"You're un—" word severed by another rough kiss, "—believable." Bold words for the man immediately slipping tongue back past teeth the instant the word was finished, fingers digging into the back of Will's skull as he gripped him nearer. What had started with Will pinning him to the door and kissing him had quickly evolved, Henry escalating it just as much as Will. The sort of of desperate heat that nearly clipped teeth, Henry fairly certain he had split his lip and even more certain he liked that. ( Perhaps Will did bring out the worst in him. And what if he liked that as well? ) All because a man had dared to flirt with him within William's earshot. So what if Henry hadn't immediately shot him down? And what if that was purely because he knew it would get a reaction from Will? Will could play games—so could he. Will's mouth on his own was as much a reward for his actions as Henry's hips rocking against Will's were a reward for his jealousy. Henry would have never acted on it—would have never even truly flirted back. But that didn't make his lack of action any less intentional.

"You're getting predictable, Will." Words mumbled against Will's lips, hint of a smirk tugging the corners of his own upward. Spurring Will on, holding on to what leverage he had. "You're going to try to 'prove who I belong to' now, huh?" Try being his key word. It might've been easier to say he wanted it rough, but it definitely wasn't as fun.

[ladyseidr]

@trapton liked for a short starter from Michael.

He skirted his father's desk, fingertips brushing over the papers he needed but not yet taking them. "I'm just trying to get my work done, then I'll be out of your hair." Expression near unreadable.

[ladyseidr]

@trapton asked: ❝ ❛  if we were alone right now, what would you do to me?  ❜ henry hahahahha :3 :3 :3 (we're fiends i'm obsessed) ❞ ( soft dirty talk )

Henry didn't so much as look at William, a huff passing his lips as he kept his eyes locked forward. "Is now really the time?" His voice was hushed; he didn't want it to carry in the mostly quiet building. The place might have been closed, but there were still a couple of employees engaged in clearing up. Something Henry should have been helping with instead of lingering beside William. William, who was close enough that Henry could only maintain his supposed irritation for so long. He turned, back pressed to the counter and hand rested on it. Attempting to be casual when all he really was doing was facing William and turning his back on anyone else. He shouldn't answer the question, shouldn't encourage public flirtations. But, of course, he does. He always does. "Probably whatever you want, as usual." And it was mumbled a little too fondly, like perhaps he doesn't mind as much as he wish he could put on. The tip of his tongue ran over the back of his teeth, fingers drumming on the counter. Already impatient, showing in the way his eyes flicker over William. "I wouldn't mind you against the wall. Or over this counter." Bolder than he usually allows himself, though his voice remains barely audible. A twitch of the lips, a sharp breath through his nose. He wanted to get closer; he wanted to reach out. He was barely resisting, even there. "My office—now. If you can keep your voice down." The last thing they needed was their lives torn apart because they couldn't keep their hands off of one another even long enough to be truly alone.