#hello anon its that drabble - i just wanted to make sure it made sense bc i wrote it at 1am

[phosphorescentspaceman]

[Memory degradation: Critical] 

He’d known it was a danger. That's why they kept master clones - the more separated you were from the original, the more difficult it was to replicate the fine neuronal pathways that stored memory. The further you were from the original, the more fragile those preserved pathways were. 

Honeydew had died 3 hours ago. His body would still be warm.

[Continued replication will result in permanent memory destruction]

[Neuronal integrity: Critical] 

[Respawn not recommended]

It had been something silly, he couldn’t even remember the specifics (memory degradation: critical ), it’d been happening so often recently. He was so fragile, so silly, so blind to the danger of Xephos of Yoglabs-  he wasn’t ever safe enough. Things got out. Honeydew kept saving him. “Something instinctual”, he’d said at one point, bleeding out on the cool white tile, an odd liminal time between life and death and life again. Something about how he’d “picked you out of the trash like a soggy kitten, and you’re my responsibility now, right friend?” and he’d laughed, ignoring the tears in his eyes. They were instinctual too. 

[Neuronal integrity: Critical]

He wanted Honeydew. He wanted his friend, the main spot of light he had left, the reminder he’d been something good, once upon a nicer time. He wanted to laugh. 

It’d been 3 hours and 10 minutes since he’d last laughed. It would be a lot longer until he’d laugh again. It didn’t feel possible. 

He felt like he was running on autopilot as he confirmed the automatic warnings that had been blinking across his desktop for the past 2 hours and 58 minutes. 

Opt out of Automatic Respawns?  [ Yes ]    [ No ]

The window closed.

Nothing changed.

Honeydew didn’t come back.

[piershoesz]

Hi there! Since it’s pride month I’d like to request bede with a non-binary reader, maybe something where they get misgendered? (In an on purpose way) if you’re not too busy with other requests. Also I hope it’s okay that it’s bede, I saw you had a lot of requests done for him and I don’t want to make it too many (if that makes sense)

A/N: Hello anon, tysm for the request! It is true I get a lot of Bede requests, but I don’t mind them at all. He’s a great character and has grown on me a lot bc of requests!

After the Match | Bede X Nonbinary!Reader Drabble

You considered yourself very lucky in Galar for the most part. All of the people you met had been so kind and considerate, and on top of that adressed you by your preferred pronouns, being they/them.

Bede of all people especially. Despite his cold exterior, you two formed a very strong bond, and stuck together.

...

The streets of Hammerlocke were as crowded as ever, and Bede quickly pulled you along and into Hammerlocke stadium. 

He was due to have an exhibition match against Raihan, and wanted to spend his time with you after, so you decided to stay and watch.

He gave you a quick kiss on the cheek before heading out to the pitch, and you found yourself a seat close enough to get a clear view.

It was a thrilling match! Raihan of course preparing his weather tricks to take on Bede with, and Bede even showing off his gigantimax Hatterene and its incredible strength.

Bede ended up winning! And once it was announced and people began to exit the arena, you quickly shuffled out yourself, eagerly awaiting your companion by the front entrance. 

That was when you noticed a group of girls walking up to you. A blonde, a brunette, and a pink-haired one. 

The brunette was the first to approach you.

“Uhm... hi there! You’re Y/N... right?”

“Ye-”

Before you could finish, the girl turned to her friends.

“See! I told you it was her!”

That irked you a bit.

First of all, she didn’t even let you speak. And secondly, she used the wrong pronoun.

With a quick sigh, you tried again to speak, figuring she had just made a mistake and needed to be corrected.

“I uh... I go by-”

“I think they go by different pronouns...” The blonde piped up, but her brunette friend shoved her back.

“Oh, really? Well anyways, I adore your battling style! Oh! Could I get an autograph! Hey, do you have a pen for her to write with?

She got in your face, and at this point you were trying your best not to get mad. You noticed how she pressed the ‘her’ when she spoke. Almost like it was meant to grab your attention.

When you didn’t response, she turned to her friends. “C’mon! get me a pen already or something!”

One of her friends rummaged through their bag and hesitantly offered her the object. Beaming, she turned back to you.

“Here, you can sign this corner of my bag! Girl, you’re so cool!”

Now you knew this girl was just trying to hurt you.

“Excuse me.” A sudden voice called, and the four of you turned. Bede was standing there, glaring at the brown-haired girl. “I’d appreciate it if you stopped pestering them.”

He walked up to you, and you gave him a small smile, thankful he showed up. He returned this smile to you, then turned and gave the girl an even colder stare.

“I know you decided to misgender them on purpose. Kindly get away from Y/N. You’re making them very uneasy.”

The two other girl’s shuddered at his gaze, and quickly fled, pulling their brunette friend along with them as she glared back.

When they were finally out of sight, Bede turned to you.

“Are you alright? I’m so sorry I came back so late...”

“No no! It’s okay! I’m okay too...”

“You sure?”

You looked in the direction the girls ran off in. While it was sad to know some people were like that, Bede wasn’t. A smile quickly formed on your face.

“Yeah! I’m sure! ... Thank you, Bede.”

“It’s no problem. C’mon, lets get out of here.”

He offered, extending a hand. You took it eagerly, and quickly left Hammerlocke stadium after that.