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gretavanbear · 8 months ago

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Behind The Steel

[a/n : h...hi..... i haven't posted in so long. i hope u guys enjoy this lil thing i wrote. i definitely want to do a part two at some point.]

His bike was always his most prized possession, the way he felt when riding it was an incomparable feeling. The first time he rode it was a life changing moment for him- the wind drifting through his hair, the roar of the engine. It was pure animalistic adrenaline that coursed through his veins; wanting to make her roar like he did was extremely exciting. Nothing could amount to how powerful he felt in the cage, feeling weightless and full of control.

His best friend initially helped him build it, making it extremely safe to be in and ride around as crazy as he can get. knowing his biker friends, sometimes it really could get crazy in there.

It became somewhat of a ritual to have cage meets at his house every last friday of the month, where all his friends and acquaintances would come and try out the cage. Sometimes they’d have their girlfriends stand in the middle, building on the anticipation of driving around them. Jake didn’t understand that; wanting someone to stand in a potentially dangerous setting for a couple minutes. Maybe because he saw himself as a lone wolf, him and his bike. How it was supposed to be.

Sure, he’d see someone now and then but it was purely to let out everything that was bottled in, needing some release sometimes.

As he were riding home, he thought about all the preparation for tonight’s meet. Had he ordered the keg? Yes. Did he get enough wood for the bonfire? Yep. He tended to worry for nothing, knowing his organized self; it was truly out of habit to worry over little things.

Jake turned off the bike in his garage, making sure she was nice and safe inside. Naming her the beloved was something dear to him; his friends all giving their bikes something corny or sexy as they said, like “kitty” or “princess”.

But the beloved was not just some sexy bike, she made him feel things, power. And she was much more special to him than just a method of transportation. As he started caressing her with the clean soapy rag, his phone interrupted his music and began ringing.

“Jake?” it was Jeremy, his best friend.

“Yeah?”

“Dude… I’m so sorry but I can’t make it tonight.” Jake groaned, the meets were never the same without Jeremy.

“Why? What’s up?” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he closed his eyes for a second- waiting on his dumb excuse.

“My parents want me to go meet this mechanic professor because my name was brought up somehow during my dad’s company dinner. I don’t know.. they really want me to go” He explained. Jake paused for a second before responding.

“That sounds like a great opportunity, Jere. Don’t feel bad, just don’t miss next month’s meet, yeah?” He smiled softly as he waited for his response.

“Of course, dude. I promise.” He replied, saying bye and hanging up.

Jake sighed as his music played once the call was over, washing his bike with intense care. Before he could even notice the time passing, people were already showing up to his house. Thankful to be living on a secluded area with a large piece of land, there were no neighbors to be bothered by.

JAKE

As time flew by, people began showing up to your house, gathering in your back yard. The kegs were set up, the string lights were plugged in, and of course; the cage was set up. There was a row of bikes neatly parked by the side of your house, awaiting for their turn. Though you always went first, no matter what. You passed by your acquaintances and friends, greeting them with a big smile and telling them to help themselves to the keg or drinks inside.

The bonfire was burning bright, illuminating your surroundings with a beautiful golden glow.

You passed by your garage to get the beloved, her cherry red color standing out to you, making your heart race. You took her off her stand and brought her to the door of the garage, someone stopping you in your tracks.

Jeremy’s sister.

She was only a year younger than the both of you and even though it wasn't much of a time difference, Jeremy did not want her at your house especially during cage meets. Though there she was, looking up at you with a smirk as she leaned on the side of the door.

“What are you doing here?” You pushed the bike stand down with your foot, resting your arm on the bike.

“Brother’s out of town. Thought I’d be in the clear for a free show.” She spoke, crossing her arms.

“You know you can’t, Jere wouldn’t want you here.” You state.

“Yeah? Who’s gonna tell him?” she countered. You stood back a little in shock.

“I will. You know how protective he is.” You sigh, looking down at the bike and then back at her.

“Let’s make a bet, Kiszka.” You open your mouth to disagree but she continues talking. “If I can make one round in the cage with you, you can take me home. If I fail, you tell Jeremy and I’ll deal with him.” She says, confidently. You’re taken aback a little, her confidence roaming around the tight space of your garage.

She’s always been around, even when you and Jere were younger. You’d always done your best to ignore her even though she was a hell of a tease, and now that he was away you saw it as your chance.

“You know what? Fine. Let’s see you fail, darlin’.” You smirk, kicking the stand up and walking towards the cage with the beloved, her following you.

As you arrived to the cage, you settled the bike inside, Y/N following you in. She stood on the red X on the floor, the old tape used as a marking for where people would get their partners to stand. She looked at you with a smirk, though you could see a slight shimmer in her eye. You knew she trusted you, but you were up for a challenge.

You watched as she took her jacket off, throwing it outside of the cage, it landed on the ground. You zipped up your leather jacket, tucking your necklace inside your neckline. You gave her one good look before putting your helmet on, pulling down the eye mask.

You could hear the metal gate close, locked shut. The voices cheering on the outside, the music playing faintly in the background. All these distractions but she was the only thing you could focus on. She wore a tight black longsleeve satin dress with some black combat boots, she looked fucking amazing. It just excited you even more.

You could hear her sucking in a breath as you straddled the beloved, your hand on the handles. You turn her on and roar the engine, the adrenaline moving through you. You kick up the stand and begin circling her across the cage, slowly moving higher and higher as you increase the speed, taking your time with it.

Once you feel stable enough, you take your right hand off the handle, and begin dragging it gently across her shoulder, increasing the speed of your bike, revving the engine even louder as you watch her jump a little, but you can tell your touch helps her nerves. You bite your bottom lip to contain your smirk- unsuccessfully. Your hand caresses her shoulders, her stomach, her chest slightly. She closes her eyes and smiles in content, which makes you go even faster. Her eyes open once again and you can feel them on you. Ten seconds left of your time in the cage, your hand drags against her whole body, god she feels amazing.

You hear the loud horn that alarms you the minute is over, and you slow down, to a stop. Your hair is stuck to your forehead by the time you take your helmet off, but all you can focus on is the way she’s smiling at you, how beautiful she looks, how wonderful that dress fits her.

“So? You gonna tell him?” She smirks, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.

“I think I can keep a lil secret..” You sigh, smiling down at her.

The two of you walked over to your driveway with the beloved. You had borrowed an extra helmet off a friend since you didn’t own another one. You knew where she lived, and it wasn’t far, but you were more worried about if you’d be able to contain yourself from not kissing her, the way she affected you was something you never felt before.

You straddled the bike once again as she put her helmet on. “I’m going to hold my hand out so it’s easier for you to get on, you’ll need to hold on tightly because I’m going to be going pretty fast.” You said, holding your hand out. She took it and climbed over the bike, settling herself closely behind you.

“Like that?” She asked. You smirked behind your helmet.

“Closer, love. Wouldn’t want you sliding off..” You smiled. She scooted closer and you could feel her chest against your back, it made your heart flutter. Your hands made their way to the handles as you turned on the bike once more, beginning your journey to her house.

As the wind drifted through the hair sticking out your helmet, your hand drifted to her thigh, caressing it a little. You felt her arms tighten around your waist, and her fingers slowly make their way to the hem of your jacket. You sucked in a breath, trying to focus on the road. Her hands slid underneath your jacket, underneath your shirt, until she caressed your chest gently. You wondered if she could feel your heartbeat, she probably could.. It was beating so fast. You let out a shaky breath and told yourself you’d be at her house soon.

Parked. Finally, you kicked down the stand. She removed her hands from your shirt, and hopped off the bike. You also got off and removed your helmet, resting your ass on the seat of the bike as you faced her. She removed her helmet and shook her head a little, to let her hair loose. She nearly took your breath away, the beauty taking over.

“Thanks for the ride.” She smiled, handing the helmet over to you.

“Thanks for the massage.” You smirked.

“Anytime” She said, stepping closer. You looked down at her, a slight shimmer in the reflection of her dark orbs. “I like riding with you,” She paused, leaning in. “It’s so…” She paused once more, her lips so close to yours. “Intimate.. Isn’t it?” She said.

You nodded, your lips parted a little.

“Are you going to kiss me goodnight, Kiszka?” She said, and you didn’t reply. You kissed her gently, her lips soft like satin, you could drown in them. She was so soft, like honey, a warmth you didn’t know you needed until right now. She pulled away so gently, almost as if she was afraid it would hurt you.

“Goodnight.. See you at your next meet..” She smiled, waving a little before going inside her house, leaving you speechless.

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happilysmythe · 6 months ago

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❥ 𝙞𝙛 𝙞 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙛𝙡𝙮

trent frederic.

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"i'm missing half of me, when we're apart" — one direction

A/N: as requested by the lovely @ahockeywrites — trent frederic fluff where he gets teased by the guys for liking lil' miss reader <3

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“If you don’t tell her, I will,” Jeremy’s voice nearly echoed as he shouted across the locker room.

Trent’s eyes rolled in a weak attempt to hide his embarrassment—although the guys knew him pretty well, he had to uphold some sort of reputation—but deep down, he knew the brunette goaltender was right. It was only a matter of time before he lost his chance; time was ticking.

Did he really want to confess that what he felt for his closest friend was more than platonic? Not particularly. But there was a chance it’d work out in the end—that she’d maybe feel the same. Hell, the guys had been telling him so for years. And on top of everything, he felt like he owed it to her.

To you.

“Jesus, shut up,” he untied a skate, “you don’t have to announce it to the world.”

“Come on, Fred,” Brandon, the notably tall defenseman urged, walking in as he adjusted his equipment. “Grow a pair, won’t ya?” He gave the sitting Trent a nudge as he walked by and over to his stall to undress.

“And you guys expect me to listen to you?”

Trent stood up—trying to avoid the conversation altogether—and began to gather his things. He was going to the airport the next morning to pick you up—he’d already heard his share about that from the guys—so he needed to be home as soon as possible. He didn’t particularly feel like greeting you with a headache and a lack of sleep. It would be pretty rude of him, he thought.

For some odd reason, the beloved goaltender was feeling particularly pesky that night. “Right, right—you’ve gotta get home and get your beauty sleep to see your girrrlllfriend,” he chirped.

“Are you ten years old? Grow up,” Trent rolled his eyes and slung his bag over his suited body. “And she’s not my girlfriend, for fuck’s sake.”

“Sorry, your lady friend,” Jake—who actually did have the personality of a ten-year-old—cut in. His tongue was between his teeth as he grinned damn near like the Cheshire Cat.

“Brando’s right—you need to grow a pair and tell her about how in love with her you are before one of us does. I mean, come on,” he gestured to the rest of the room, “we’re tired of hearing you deny it, dude. And believe me—you do not want me to be the one to tell her.”

Trent couldn’t help but laugh at the stupidity of his teammate’s remark. “Over my dead body,” he joked before leisurely walking out of the locker room.

He had no time to sit and argue when there was so much to do at his place.

He needed time to prep it for the next day’s guest: you. Without fail, you stayed with him every time you visited—it was easier than having to pay for a hotel room on top of the flight expenses, and you were pretty tight on money as it was. Of course, Trent’s hospitality never went unnoticed. You’d always pay for food, dinners, and sometimes even buy him something if you went out—whatever it was that showed your gratefulness.

He didn’t have any roommates or even a girlfriend, and if he did you likely wouldn’t be able to stay, so you were thankful for that, too. Maybe there was an underlying reason, but you wouldn’t admit that.

And though he didn’t show it to the guys, he just couldn’t wait to see you.

- - -

It wasn’t your fault that you almost missed your flight. To be fair, traffic was a lot worse than you anticipated, but maybe you should’ve accounted for that.

Okay, so maybe it was sort of your fault.

Luckily for you, you knew your way around the airport better than anyone you knew, seeing as this would be just one of many flights you’d take this year, and certainly not the last. So it was safe to say that you managed to slip on the plane without any trouble.

Of course, it was all worth it—Trent’s beaming face greeting you was enough to back the claim. And when he pulled you into one of his infamous warm hugs, you remembered why all of the stress was worth it. He was a sweetheart—your best friend—and he made every trip to Boston, every penny you spent worthwhile. The cost of flying back and forth so frequently was another pretty good motivator, on top of that.

“I missed you,” you smiled brightly, eyes fixed on his face—maybe lingering on his lips for a bit longer than they should’ve.

“I missed you, too.”

He led you out of Logan airport—which you’d also grown accustomed to—and to his car, where he stuffed your bags into the trunk and hopped in alongside you.

“My place was a total mess last night,” he laughed, starting up the ignition, “I probably spent, like, at least two hours cleaning it when I got back.”

“You know you didn’t have to do that,” you giggled. “I’ve stayed there so many times that it’s like a second house of mine. Honestly, I wouldn’t care either way. It’s still too nice of you to let me stay there even now, no matter how many times I come here.”

“Need to be a good host.”

As you looked out the window, you admired the scenery—it had been longer than usual since the last time you visited. Money was getting tighter for you, harder to spend on these little trips. Of course, Trent tried to convince you again to let him pay the fares, but you wouldn’t let him—even though he made two million dollars a year.

You turned the other way to look at Trent—clad in a gray shirt and brown pants—who was driving so casually, so lax, with only one hand as his elbow rested outside where the window was rolled completely down. Sunglasses perched on his nose, curls—which you noticed gained their natural red hue in the sunlight—blowing in the wind from the sunroof.

Alright, so you were attracted to him. Like, a lot. But, like him—although you didn’t know it—you were too afraid to say anything about it. What if it ruined your friendship? To you, he was all that you had. Hell, you’d even considered moving to Boston multiple times, but you didn’t tell him, even though there were plenty of viable reasons—the WAGs, who you’d made friends with, the guys, and the familiar faces and places that you’d grown to love.

St. Louis didn’t feel all that great anymore without him there.

Trent took a breath and turned down the music, “Can I ask you something?”

“Hit me.”

“Do you ever get,” he sighed, “—do the girls ever…heckle you about me?”

“What, like, tease?”

He shrugged, “Yeah.”

“Not really,” you replied with confusion lacing your tone. “I mean, I guess they’ve made a few comments about how close we are, but,” you swallowed, “why?”

“It’s just, uh—nothing. Never mind.”

“Okay.”

You let silence prevail in the small space of his car. The music remained at its low volume and the only other noise filling the air was the sound of the wind blowing through the open windows.

You weren’t sure what he was really doing with the question—you even tried to figure it out. Brows furrowed, you stared forward until something finally hit you, giving you just enough of an idea to piece together what you thought was what he was getting at.

So as a red light stopped the car, you lifted a hand and placed it on his shoulder, to which he initially flinched. When you noticed this, your palm gently rubbed back and forth, signifying that the gesture was out of more than just reassurance.

“I don’t need to be teased to know how I feel.”

Within a split second, he was looking at you—only for just a moment—and even with his sunglasses on, you could make out the surprise in his expression. The good kind, of course—the kind that flooded his stomach with butterflies. Relief visibly set into his features as he slowly faced back forward.

But he remained silent.

“How’s everyone doing?” you finally broke the quiet, changing the subject. You’d hold that stuff off until later, you decided. “I’ve missed them, too.”

“God, you should hear the way Beech talks about you,” he finally gave a smile.

You gasped, “Oh, Johnny! I haven’t seen him in even longer because he wasn’t up in Boston last time!” You’d befriended the rookie center months earlier—he was just a total sweetheart. “I can’t wait to see him. Oh, and Esme, Kiley, Danielle—shit, all of the girls! I can’t wait to see them, too.”

Trent held his smile as you rambled on about the friends you’d made since the year he was a rookie, seeing how something as simple as that was able to make you so happy—it made him proud to have introduced you to that life.

“But I missed you the most, you know,” you spoke softly. The words brought a pink hue to his freckled cheeks, and his flustered reaction was so blatant to you—by now, you’d begun to notice every little thing about him.

Saved by the bell—sort of—as he pulled into the parking garage and grabbed his spot. It was with near-lightning speed that he unbuckled his seatbelt and stepped out.

“Alright, so,” he opened the trunk, “we can split your things. I can take the small bags and you can take the suitcase. Or I’ll do that and you can have the smaller ones. Maybe that’s easier for you.”

“Trent, what do we do every time?”

He sighed, “You take everything…”

“And will that change?”

“…No.”

“Bingo,” you slugged his arm and collected your things, lifting the suitcase up and out to set it on the ground and slinging the bags across your body. “Come on,” you smiled, “I can’t wait to see what you’ve done with the place.”

“Please,” he rolled his eyes. “I cleaned it. I didn’t renovate it, for crying out loud.”

You walked into the lobby, then the elevator, and pressed the button. “You know, I could very well make this the last time I visit this city. I have plenty of friends and family back home to see.” Of course, that wasn’t true—which he didn’t know—but you were only joking, anyhow.

“Like hell, you would,” he scrunched his nose. “You love it here. Admit it.”

“Well, I love,” you paused, “—um,” you cleared your throat.

“—yeah, I love it…here.”

You jumped when the elevator dinged and opened to his floor. Trent took this as a sign and pressed a hand to your back to urge you out, muttering a quiet “come on” as you walked down the hallway to his door.

Once inside, you regained your composure and admired the space around you. “Just like it always was,” you giggled.

“Like I said, I didn’t renovate it,” he matched your laugh. “Honestly, I wanted it to be like you never left.”

“Feels like that anyway,” you marveled before tossing your bags into the room you practically called yours. Trent never gave the space to anyone else after the first few times you stayed, unbeknownst to you—it felt so much like your room that he never had the heart to let another occupy it. So he didn’t and even told every potential guest that he didn’t have a spare room.

You sat on the edge of the bed and he plopped down next to you. Before you knew it, you were basking in the warmth that—once again—being in his proximity gave you. Only this time, you were unaware that he’d been silently taking note of your behavior since he picked you up.

The hesitation, the lingering gazes, the way you’d often cut yourself off before you could let yourself admit something that you never could take back—and especially the comment you made about knowing how you felt earlier in his car.

So he knew what he had to do—just as Jake, as Jeremy, as Brandon, and as everyone told him to.

Your eyes darted down to the space between you when his hand reached for yours—lacing your fingers with his—and held it. You’d always known his hands were big, but you couldn’t help but notice how nicely the size contrasted your smaller one, enveloping it so perfectly. But he held it so gently—so lovingly—and you didn’t want him to let go.

“I don’t need to get teased either,” he finally mumbled. His voice was so soft that your stomach filled with butterflies, and you couldn’t help but feel a smile prick at the corners of your lips. “I didn’t need to years ago,” he gave your hand a gentle squeeze, “and I especially don’t need to now.”

He took a breath and inched closer. “And if you’ll let me,” his warm, brown eyes flitted down to your lips before returning to yours, “I want to prove it.”

“I’m not stopping you,” you whispered back.

He brought his free hand to the side of your head and pulled you into a kiss that was long overdue. It wasn’t rushed, but instead slow—loving and kind, just as he always was to you—and gentle, so gentle that you instantly smiled against his lips. He dropped your hand and wrapped the arm around your waist to pull you closer, craning his head to the side to deepen the kiss.

He hummed against your lips softly out of happiness, and you finally pulled back to look up at him. He was smiling down at you, and you couldn’t help but notice just how handsome he was, from the freckles on his cheeks to his soft, brown eyes—even the cutest little set of teeth on display—and his thumb gently stroked your cheek.

“I wanted to move to Boston,” you finally admitted in a whisper, bringing a look of what you guessed was surprise to his face. “I love being here, I love my friends, the places, everything. And I love being with you,” you swallowed. “St. Louis doesn’t feel like home anymore without you.”

“Yeah, well,” he spoke, cheeks dusted pink, “it doesn’t here, either.” His fingers gently brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. “Normally, this is just my apartment or my place. Somewhere I stay for the season. But when you’re here…” he trailed off, “—it’s home.”

A tear rolled down your cheek and he carefully leaned over to kiss it away. “And if you’re willing,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead, “I want it to be yours, too.”

A soft gasp left your lips at his offer, and you couldn’t help but smile at the thought. “Trent, are—are you asking me to move in with you?”

“Yeah—uh, yeah—I am.” He swallowed and waited for your reply, nervous about what you’d say. “But if you don’t want to, I totally get it—”

Your lips quickly cut him off as they excitedly crashed into his in a quick kiss—eliciting a soft hum from his mouth—and afterward beaming up at him. Genuine laughter fell from your lips, which he thought was simply adorable. Adoration filled his eyes as he smiled back down at you.

“Yes,” you nodded sharply, “fuck, of course, I’ll move in with you.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” you kissed his cheek. “I am so,” his jaw, “so,” his lips, “sure.” Soft giggles left his lips as you planted tiny kisses on his face—you loved the sound so much that you continued to do it—and his arms held you tight. So tight, yet so gentle, because you were always the person to make him so soft.

“And in the elevator before,” you called back to the moment you almost slipped up, “I said I loved everything here because I was afraid.” You breathed deeply through your nose. “And while I do,” you took his hand between both of yours, “what I really was going to say was that I love you.”

He grinned. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you echoed. “This whole thing might have started as me visiting my best friend, but…fuck, now you’re so much more than that,” you let out a wistful sigh. “I just—I fell for you harder every time I came here.”

“I think I did, too,” he winked, and you giggled.

You fell back against the mattress and he followed, both heads turning to face the other. His smile was contagious as ever, and god, he was so beautiful.

“Hey.”

“Hm?” you asked, inching closer. He snaked an arm around your waist and comfortably pulled you into his side.

“I love you, too.”

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codename-adler · 5 months ago

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YOUR TROJAN TEAM?!?!?! flabbergasted. sooooo many lil guys u got there!!!

mayhaps some info on #21, Levi Romanov? love the name, very intriguing <3 or any of your choice, really, whichever you feel like sharing the most!!

oh boy. oh god. Levi's such a big file. u really know how to pick 'em Roo 😂 prepare to be sick of me...... (also ty sm for being chatty n enabling <3) //official unofficial USC Trojans OCs list here//

21: Levi Romanov (22) USC Trojans Backliner

[ face subject to change]

aight let's bullet point this:

born in USA (Alaska); child of immigrants (Belarusian father (born Alaska, parents 1st gen immigrant), Dutch mother (1st gen immigrant))

5'6½" (the half inch is important)(to Levi)(not the Trojans tho)(esp. not Jeremy)

BA: Communication (USC Annenberg)

goes Pro after college

bffs: Nikita & Angie

brother-from-another-mother w/ Nikita Bailey (their mothers are bff, grew up together in Alaska); Nikita is his bff/older brother figure/idol so he joins him in playing Exy (v popular in Alaska) and follows him to USC when he graduates HS

now for the love & tragedy chaos...................

both he and Nikita have a steady relationship with their longtime girlfriends, so much so that Levi talks to Nikita about proposing to his gf after graduation

one day though the 4 of them get into a car/boating accident that kills Levi's girlfriend and seriously injures Nikita's; Levi and Nikita are somehow miraculously the least damaged

it's a rough fucking patch for Levi (and Nikita, but that's a story for another day!)

enter Angie Pullman, Trojans recruit (ask!!! me!!!)

both men are immediately drawn to her, and inevitably it ends up in a big fight that creates a (temporary) rift between Levi and Nikita

luckily it ends up being an Adam/Gansey/Blue/Ronan situation (do you see where i'm going with this?)

because the thing is, there's this guy, Anderson [subject to change] Atwell

the assistant coach

ohohoho yes

Anderson’s really been there for Levi after the accident, bc he's been much more of a confidant to Levi than any of the team's therapists, probably because he's not a therapist; and then the shit with Angie and Nikita really isolates Levi, and slowly Anderson can't help but wanting to help Levi as much as he can, more than assistant coaches probably normally feel...

so Levi's not as straight as he thought, not in love with Angie like that like he thought, much more in love with Nikita than he always thought, and definitely, definitely super hard in love with his assistant coach (you see the Adam/Blue/Gansey/Ronan pattern?) (except there is nothing whatsoever between Nikita and Anderson. in fact Nikita probably hates him a little bit actually. fr fr.)

also before anyone sends me anon hate about my own OCs, the Levi-Anderson age gap is 22-30, so calm downnnn

so yeah Levi & Anderson, once they're all in and go all out, are disgustingly happy; but the hurdles are many and exhausting (i have another ask incoming for Coach Rhemann, which will coincidentally explain really well said obstacles)

i would say, apart from Jean Moreau himself obv and Adèle Moreau, Levi is the most tragic Trojan :(

especially because he used to be such a goofy ass mf, and so hyped about Exy on and off the court, before the accident, and nowadays he's much more a shell of himself, doesn't care much about Exy outside the court, always plays his very best but his heart's not into it, feels disconnected from his team and teammates, etc.

Anderson's the one to lead him back to his love for the sport <3

Jeremy did try very hard as his captain to reignite the flame inside Levi, of course, but let's say he had a little less incentive than with the Frenchman... if ya know what i mean... but Levi's just glad even his captain never gave up on him

birthday's June 1st //lmao beginning of pride month and i didn't even do that on purpose//

originally Levi was named Reuben Muller and he was German-American? but i decided to split the character in 2 and thus Levi & Nikita were born!

his bestfriend, apart from Nikita who has known since birth almost, is Jack Driver; they hit it off instantly the first time they practice together on the court (it also helps that Jack is both a moron and a wise man. very in touch with his feelings. it just depends if his brain cells are activated or taking a nap…)

once the drama settles down Angie also becomes one of his close friends

he’s an only child [pitiful]

did i mention his ADHD? oh he has big big big ADHD… he often forgets his meds, and he’s prone to lash out (mostly at himself) or zone out, but Exy really helps a lot with both his bottomless restless energy and his self-worth <3

on the meds thing: that was such a battle. for everyone involved. Levi, the doctors, his gf, his parents, Nikita... it was just barely starting to go well when the accident happened, and well. the step from ADHD to depression is already so small, Levi had no chance. but he's climbing up the hill again now :)

so Levi's kind of the dark version of Jeremy, or like a past younger iteration of Jeremy before he got to be the Captain Sunshine we know and love (and that's partly why Jeremy has trouble connecting w him, befriend him, even look at him sometimes); he doesn't talk much anymore, except to fight and curse, but then he turns around and drops by with a pan of brownies for the new girl because he saw her eating one all alone and sad in the athletes' hall, you know? he's very hard to pin down, even more so now that the constants in his life have been taken away or flipped :/ but he's a precious dude, trust me!

#oc: levi romanov #my ocs #aftg ocs #adler's ocs #oc: nikita bailey #oc: anderson atwell #oc: angie pullman #james rhemann #aftg #all for the game #the foxhole court #usc trojans ocs #trojan ocs #levi romanov x anderson atwell #the sunshine court #oc: jack driver #jeremy knox

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indigos-stardust · 5 months ago

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I'm super curious about the fruit bat vampire WIP.

Sorry I took like bajillion years- I was going chronological order, and then some stuff happened irl :') and I might've made an artworks for it

HOWEVER, you chose a very nice (and extremely self indulgent) WIP even though its.. underdeveloped to say the least

Basically there was a dangerous witch/poe causing shenanigans and the colors were sent out to deal with it. The Poe or whatever definitely was setting up curses, although they don't know what the curses were intended to be.

During their battle with him, he ended up shooting Vio, even though Vio swung it back with the four swords (I mean it is a light magic sword). After the battle though, Vio just... didn't seem cursed at all. He was fine, so they all assumed that the curse didn't hit Vio at all.

But then the side effects started. Around the same time there were investigations on what the poe had actually been up to. Which was starting to look like some sort of evil transformation ritual. (the poe was probably trying to convert life force to magic, but they don't know that.)

Meanwhile, Vios become "ill" and he's sent to the castle infirmary, unable to eat foods (not even bread??), constant headaches from sounds and smells, looking pale, has a horrendous sleeping schedule, and- tiny claws and teeth. Confusion and... loss of speech? They realize this isn't a normal illness. There's a tainted magic in his blood. Slowly, yet surely infecting and warping him.

He's starving.

They put some dots together and well- Yeah he's like just becoming a straight up vampire isn't he?

And then let's just say within the next 24 hours not only has vio hissed and scratched a guard in the face, but he's also escaped and become. :) let us just say it like it is, "freaky as hell"

Unfortunately I do not have a more detailed artworks of that, the best I have is this:

but I feel like it gives the vibes off appropriately.

hes just acting feral, hiding in the rafters n etc 💀 Yeah its kinda hard to hide the fact that your brother is cursed as hell and might want to eat people when he's just climbing the walls and acting feral.

its ok that he's a lil ugly, he's still cute, like bats are yk?

they tried to "reason" with him and get him to follow them so they could try to undo the magic but the conversation went something like:

"heyyyy viooooooooo"

"..."

"wooowwww you.. made a freaky nest up there! thats- thats cool- um, but I'm SURE YOUD LOVE SOME BLANKETS AND SMALL ANIMALS (and not people) TO EAT RIGHT??"

"..."

*waves blood packet of animal blood from the kitchen*

"psst psst psst"

vio: *screeching and scampering, tries to 'lunge' on them but then falls down a flight of stairs and disappears*

"well. that didn't go to plan . - . o- o y-y"

XD, anyways some knights up finding THE FERAL VAMPIRE??? and they're like we're gonna kill it!!! and then the colors have to explain that they cant because THATS VIO

and well, to say they get some... divided responses... he might jump red at one point but well...

the truth of everything is that the poe was cursing people into animals, as a way to feast off of their misery. He was trying to turn vio into a bat (the bat being a fruit bat btw) but it only really hit him half way. So now he's taken on physical and mental traits of a bat without a full transformation.

theres a point where he jumps red who, earlier in the day, had spilled juice on himself (lil guy COULD NOT reach the highest shelf and it spilled on his head lol, he was in the kitchen stress baking because they forced him to rest)

They do eventually manage to figure it out (or Zelda does, she realizes that his behaviours are just like Jeremy's... If your'e confused, everyone else was too, she had to explain that when she was trapped under Vaati and Ganon and just fighting for her sanity because of the dark magic n etc, she became friends with a bat that lived there... and named him Jeremy. She is so sane and not effected by her time there, she was totally not shown horribly images of her kingdom falling and being manipulated and etc....)

Anyways there's also a thin where he experienced torpor (mini hibernation) once things chill the hell down lol, but the colors think he dead 0-0, this has spent too long in my drafts so I'm just gonna post it sorry for being 7 decades late

#four swords #four swords vio #fs #fs au #vampire fruit bat au

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the-kinfesssional · 8 months ago

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the list of kins starts now with probably one of the bigger ones being

Pokemon- 34 kins (stretched across fictionkin, ockin, and otherkin)

Cookie run- 32 kins (four ockins the rest are canon somewhat)

Dream smp (the bad source)-22(one oc kin the rest are damp and adjacent kins)

hermitcraft- 10 (All somewhat canon kins, sept doom guy who is non canon but heavily headcanoned as being two peoples dad)

genshin- 4 (aether, scaramouche, Lyney, n venti. weirdest combination ever)

sanders sides- 4 (one oc the rest are canon)

regretevator- 6 (roblox games are fun)

cult of the lamb- 1 just the lamb

yandere sim(gods help us these sources)- 1 (ayato, the male stand in for the yandere main character)

the binding of issac- 1 (Azazel, lil demon guy)

Omori- 4 (kel, basil, omori, sunny)

yo-kai watch- 1 (casanono)

Henry stickman series- 1(Charles)

RTGames miitopia playthrough- 2(magical john and chat)

food fantasy- 2 (Coffee and chocolate)

kid Icarus games- 2(Pit and dark pit)

stardew valley- 3(elliott, shane, and krobus)

IB- 1 (Garry)

the amazing digital circus- 1(Jax)

FNAF- 3(Vincent, fnaf movie mike, and jeremy Fitzgerald from a altered rebornica au)

john doe- 1(john doe)

Danganronpa(the gods do not hear our pleas for it to stop)- 4(ockin, shuichi, nagito, kiibo)

vocaloid- 2 (Len and KAITO)

Kirby- 4(Kirby, Marx, Taranza, Meta knight)

Legend of zelda series- 7(JUST A BUNCH OF LINKS and one sidon)

Mario series- 1(Luigi)

splatoon series- 1(Ockin replacement for agent 8)

Wild kratz- 1(Martin)

Phighting(another roblox game yay!)- 6 (One noncanon/ockin the rest are from the source canonically)

phoenix wright ace attorney- 1(Phoenix)

the ugly duckling analog horror somehow- 1(younger version of the ugly duckling)

the stanley parable ultra deluxe- 2(Narrator and timekeeper)

don't starve- 3(Wilson, Wes, and Webber)

Mystreet/diaries(?)- 1(Zane Ro'meave)

that should be it, sorry for the long list we have alot of sources... -🕯️🐑🗡️

Intresting, and that's ALOT of kins.

/lh

Also dies I can't include every single one of your sources . Stupid Tumblr tag limit

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sparkedblaze · 1 year ago

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PART 3 LET'S GOOOOO

*sigh*

Parts 1 and 2

@raggedy-albert tagging you bc you yelled at me ;-;

T/W cursing, talk of violence

"WHERE DOES IT SAY A GUY CAN'T CATCH A BREAK WHY SHOULD YOU ONLY TAKE WHAT YOU'RE GIVEN WHY SHOULD YOU SPEND YOUR WHOLE LIFE LIVIN' TRAPPED WHERE THERE AIN'T NO FUTURE EVEN AT SEVENTEEN BREAKIN' YOUR BACK FOR SOMEONE ELSE'S SAKE"

THOSE LYRICS HIT SO FUCKING HARD MY DUDES

JEREMY JORDAN'S VOCALS HOLY SHIT

HIS FACIAL EXPRESSIONS

MOVEMENTS

HIS A C T I N G

"I'll be there"

"Just be real is all I'm askin'."

"I GOT NOTHIN IF I AIN'T GOT SAAAAANTAAAAAAAAA FEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"

That's the end of act 1. I only just finished act 1. I pause it too much to type everything out. And also I napped earlier and it felt g r e a t

Finch laying across the table

"Just ask a fish in the desert"

LES SITTING UNDER THE TABLE

"Why do old people talk?" "To prove they's still alive"

Mush's eyeroll

Squeeze Elmer's shoulder

FRONT PAGE?!

IAIN'S SMILE FUCK HIS SMILE IS SO DAMN CUTE

"WOULD YA LOOKIT THAT'S ME!"

"WHERE'S ME?! WHERE'S ME?!"

"I WON'T BE LAST IN LINE FOR THE TUB TONIIIGHT"

Tommy snatching the pape from Davey

"There's a headline even Elmer could sell"

HENRY'S LAUGH/REACTION TO ^

"JACK DON'T RUN FROM NO FIGHT"

"Take it down shortstop"

"FOR JUMPIN' JACKS SAKE CAN YOU STOW THE SERIOSITY LONG ENOUGH TO JUST DRINK IN THE MOMENT"

HIS LIL PUNCHIES

Albert's look of disgust at being touched without permission

"I'M FAYHMUS"

Henry: So?

"When ya fayhmus tha woild is ya erster."

😕 Wot?

????

"Ya erster"

"What are you saying???"

"EY YAKNOW YA FANCY CLAM WIT THA POIL INSIDE"

"O Y S T E R"

"HOW MUCH DOES BEIN' FAYHMUS P A Y?!"

"U DON'T🚫 NEED MONEY 💲 WHEN UR FAYHMUS😎 THEY GIVES YA WHATEVA YA WANT G R A T I S"

HEARING THE FIRST LIKE CHORDS (?) OF KONY IS THE BEST BC KONY IS THE BEST SONG IF YOU CAN'T TELL BY HOW LONG THIS POST ALREADY IS P MUCH ONLY WITH KONY THINGS

RACE AND KATH DOING THE PLAYFUL HIT THINGS

WHY DID THEY CHANGE RACE'S LINE?! IT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE FOR ROMEO TO WANT A PERMANENT BOX AT THE SHEEPSHEAD RACES

"Oh no"

*tucks emotional support stick under arm* "knOBBin WIt AlL DA MuCKeTY MuCks I'M BLowIN MY doUGH AND gOIN dELuxE"

Statue of Liberty

The obscene amount of times Racer sticks his tongue out

Raver ruffling Mush's hair

"AMSCRAY PUNK"

"BUNCHA WET NOODLES" "PULITZER'S POODLES"

Davey and Ike playing dogs even after everyone else drops it

EVERY SINGLE FACE IN THE POODLES SCENE

Lemme just (bad quality but I can’t clip it ;-;)

LIKE ALBERT WTF ARE YOU DOING???

JOJO MY MAIN MAN WHY

RACER THAT SMILE CREEPY AS HELL STOP

DAVEY AND IKE, AS STATED ABOVE

MIKE WTF

ELMER LOOKING ABSOLUTELY DONE

"LET'S GET DRUNK" 😃 Y E A H "NOT WITH LIQUOR" 😧

Clap

Hop

TAPPITY TAPPITY TAPPITY TAP MAKE ME STIM SO HARD ILY

FINCH AND HIS SUSPENDERS

EVERYONE GETTING OFFENDED AT GETTING ONE UPPED

TAPPITY TAP TAPPITY TAP TAPPITY TAP TAPPITY TAP

KICK

SPIN

BUMP BUMP

BUTTONS'S BROOM

EVERYONE GETTING SPOONS

"A L R I G H T RED"

SMALLS

ILY

SPOON FIGHT

EVERYONE JOINING IN

"GOT EM"

CHCHCHCHCHCHCHCHCCCKCKCKCCH

TAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAP

*shoving Kath out of chair*

*cleans off ground with hat*

BOOOOOOOOOOOOO

THE WAY THEIR LITTLE ARM THING TICKLES MY BRAIN

Albert: Ehhhh Albert: Oh shit that's actually p good

THE CHOREOGRAPHY IS SO GOOD

"LOOK AT ME I'M THE KING OF NEW YORK"

"THIS IS GONNA MAKE BOTH THE DELANCEYS PEE IN THEIR PANTSIES"

ELMER'S FACE

FINCH'S LIL FACE BANDAGE

THE SHOT WHEN THEY SING "GUTS AND GLORY"

SPIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN

TKTKTKTKTKTKTTKTTKTKTTKTKTKTKT

"OF NEW YORK!!!"

SEEING THEM ALL OUT OF BREATH AND GRINNING AND IK THEY HAD SO MUCH FUN

SMALLS

Point

Clapclap clap

ROMEO AND FINCH HAVING SO MUCH FUN

FUCK WAIT NOW IT'S LETTER FROM THE REFUGE

"Dear Jack..."

I paused it.

I don't wanna watch anymore ;-;

I wanna pretend they're all still happy and tappin' around Jacobi's

"Guess I wasn't much help yest'aday"

"Oh, yeah, Jack This is Crutchie by the way"

Andrew Keenan Bolger is just so fuckin good

"So far they ain't brung us no fooood..." lol

"Maybe though... heh heh... Not tonight..."

"We miiiight just go..."

Definitely NOT Ike sleeping next to him SHHHHHHHHHHHHH

"Damn this place."

"Your friend Your best friend Your brother Crutchiiiieeeee"

Albert Some other redheaded newsie: "Enough already!"

Everyone looking for Jack

MISS MEDDA I FUCKING LOVE YOU

Jack pretending to not be crying

"You're a gem"

"Does it matta?"

"If you're running away, nowhere is ever the right place"

"How about lettin' a pal know you're alive?!" Jack: Ffs 🙄

"Why don't I leave you with your boyfriend?"

"YaevathinkIdidntwannabefound"

"A B O V E THE FOLD"

Bap

Smack

They're so close just lean forward a lil and give him a lil smooch

Poke

"JUST LIKE I SAID"

"We're inevitable"

"Fame is one intoxicating potion"

"Yes he did and then he died :)"

Kath's lil supportive nod

"Smart enough to get you committed to a padded room"

JACK'S ART

"Lighten up, no one died."

LES'S LIL WORRIED FACE WHEN JACK TELLS THEM ABOUT CRUTCHIE

"If I wanted a sermon I would show up for church."😠

"Tell me how quitting does Crutchie any good."

"Exactly."

"Here's how it goes-"

T E E T H

"Jackie think about it"

JACK HOW WERE YOU EXPECTING TO MAKE IT IN SANTA FE WITHOUT KNOWING WHY A SNAKE RATTLES

"poor GUYS head IS SPINNING"

"Whywouldhesendforthegoonsanentirearmydozensofgoonsplusthecopsand-"

Kath’s amazement at Jack admitting being wrong

ETHAN’S DUMB FACE 😭😭😭

“Stay on track”

“AND WEVE GOT JACK”

Spit shake

Davey being disgusted

“And I’ve got a date!!!”

Kath being nervous asf to confront her dad

“The newsies are striking against… me”

Kath trying to melt into her chair

I’m gonna kick Snyder

*WHACK* “WHAT GOOD WOULD QUIET DO ME”

Kath’s panic when Jack shows up

“Ask and ye shall be received”

S i t

“Good aftanoon bois”

“Aaand which Jack Kelly is this? The charismatic union organizer? Or the petty thief, and escaped convict?”

“Which one gives us more in common? Eh?” *wiggles finger*

“Crowwlin”

“Want i should save ya a spot on the bill?”

B o y

“When New York wakes up to-“ 😗🧐 “-front page photos of our rally”

“Even some reporters”

THE BIG REVEAL

JACKS FACE

KATHS FACE

“Yeeeeeessss”

Why does Pulitzer hit his desk so much? Take a Xan and calm down my guy

I’m gonna kick Snyder pt 2

THE DELANCEYS CATCHING AND HOLDING JACK SO HE CANT GET OUT DHSGWHMFKE

Morris looking 100% done with Pulitzers shit

“They know I don’t care” 🙂

“Tossed 🫴🏼➰ to the rats🐀 Will they ever be able to thank you enough?💅🏻”

BOTTOM LINE REPRISE

I like that he calls Jack ‘Cowboy’ in this song as a little homage to the original, but (bc I saw Livesies first) I was so confused when I watched it at first.

So ik they only use the newsies to move sets bc they can go fairly unnoticed by the audience when they’re going on and off stage. But just the idea that even if they aren’t actually there with him, them still do everything for Pulitzer is a statement to me

Morris hopp of stairrrrrrs

*bonk bonk bonk* “That there… is firm”

Jacks lil tantrum

“NEWSIES NEED OUR HELP TODAYYY”

HELLO SPOT LOML

TOMMY BRACCO 😍😍😍 (congrutalions on his engagement 😭😭)

THE LIL GAP IN HIS TEETH IS EVERYTHING TO ME

Reasons I love Brooklyn (from left to right:

Graves

Myron

Spot

Hotshot

Bart

Ty for coming to my Ted Talk

“We’ll getcha payback with some PAY BACK”

Speepy Jack

Spot’s dramatic ass taking his hat off

“BOROUGH WHAT GAVE ME BOITH”

Everyone else hurriedly taking off their hats

“FRIENDLIEST PLACE ON OITH”

“PAYUS A VISIT AND SEE WHAT WE MEANS”

“AND WHEN YA DOOOOOO”

“WE’LL KICK YA HALFWAY TO QUEENS”

Definitely totally Jack Kelly on that printing press and definitely NOT Devin Lewis

The entirety of the boroughs introducing themselves

PFFPTTHHH

“WE IS HEEEEEERRRREEEE”

Davey’s first spit shake without wiping it off 🥹

MISS

MEDDA

LARKIN

Bart’s lil hops 🥺🥺

THE CROWD CONTROL

Eyebrows

Jack Jack Jack Jack

Everyone smacking signs against the ground

“Youwannabetalkedtolikeanadultstartactinlikeone”

Racer’s smile 😭😭😭

“That’s was a lousy thing to do” Everyone else: HELL YEAH IT WAS

Elmer’s Graves’ smile

Pulitzer

S H O V E

“He’s a sellout”

JACK RAISING HIS HAND AT LES

“YOU'RE A TRAITOR JACK”

DAVEY'S DEVASTATION

“HESAIDYOUCOULDGOTHROUGHMYSTUFF?!”

Kath plz be more considerate

THE

FUCKING

PROJECTIONS

"A little different from where you were raised?" s n a t c h

"I DO NOT THINK YOU ARE ONE TO TALK ABOUT TURNIN' ON FOLKS"

"Ya ffffffffADDA"

"a ffffffist in ya mouth"

Finger wiggle

Paper wiggle

"good for you"

"The children's crusade..."

"Oh no"

"Ya just gonna take back lAta"

Gotta be honest, Something to Believe In makes me so irrationally angry. Their whole relationship feels forced and only there for the romance grab :)

I feel like they could've done a lot with Kath's character without making her fall for Jack

Like it makes sense that Jack would feel things for her. She represents this freedom he's never gotten to have. She helped get the newsies a better hand in life. Granted it isn't perfect, but it's a hell of a lot better. Not to mention all the newsies have the emotional range of a speck of dust.

Kath, on the other hand, seems very in tune with her emotions. She knows how she feels about Jack during Watch What Happens, and I personally don't think much changed between them between that and StBI.

I think it would've been far better to have Jack, this emotionally ignorant artist pining after Kath, the 'sure of herself' journalist helping make a better life for his family, despite the repercussions of going against her father, who was originally in it just to further her career but has grown to care for and love all of these kids.

Have I mentioned the projections?

I also haven't mentioned this at all, but I love the newsies that push in Jack's 'penthouse' and just sit at the bottom of the set pieces.

Bump

SHOVE

Also seeing Kath deck Jack right here (bc she doesn't know how to respond to him trying to kiss her) would be so much better than a kiss

Don't ask me why, just trust me

Their hug at the end of it though

IS IT NORMAL TO KNOW WHICH NEWSIE IS GOING UP THE STAIRS BY THEIR SILHOUETTE?

"We could hold a hoedown in here and no one would be the wiser"

"Hey!" "Hm?" "It's good to have you back again"🥰 "Shaddup."

BillDarcy

Y'ALL THEY TRADED VESTS AND THEY WANT US TO BELIEVE EITHER OF THESE BOYS ARE STRAIGHT???

Darcy's disgust

"B B Bill. So I suppose you're the son of William Randolph Hearst." "And proud to be a part of your revolution"😃

Nicholas Masson rolling his sleeves up-

Can we talk about how perfect a Javey first kiss would've been at "we ain't come this far to lose" without Kath being there

"HEEEEERRRREEE THEY COOOOMMMMEEE"

Tommy Bracco

Albert's lil nod

Smalls doing nothing but wiggling that bolt

look look

"BLEED EEEEM"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FREEDOM"

Spot doing nothing but standing and looking intimidating

WHACK

HENRY HELP SMALLS

Ty 🥰

ALL THE ANGLES THROWING PAPES

"TEN THOUSAND FISTS"

LAYERS

LAYERING VOCALS IS MY KRYPTONITE

A;SLDKFHAPSHGPAIUSFGP

BAM "THERE'S CHANGE COMIN ONCE AND FOR ALL"

THE FUCKING KEY CHANGE A;LSDGHPAOUSFGPANS I SCREAM. I CRY. I FOAM AT THE MOUTH. I LOVE THIS SHOW

Stomp

"WELL I'M SORRY-I AM-"

"Sorry"

"Such language"

"MORNIN GENTS"

hat

I didn't know you could throw money in an inherently queer-coded way but here we are

The way Jack sits in the chair and gets confy

"Oh, we're your loyal employees"

"Oooohhhh"

"WHAT'S THAT MAKE YOU"

Ben Fankhauser

The chorus starting up again and Jack just 👀

Spot taking off his hat again

wavey wavey wavey

Race 'cheers'ing with his cigar

"So what's your next move"

MISS

MEDDA

"Joseph Joseph Joseph"

Hummy hummy hummy

"Bully"

Shakes hand "My god"

"I'd do it with a SMILE"

"A soft head"

"He doesn't do happiness does he?"

HANNAH

HANNAH ILY

"I'm young. I ain't stupid"

"I GOT CONTITUENTS WITH A LEGITIMATE GRIPE"

Wiggle finger

"iT's a CoMprOMIse WE cAn All LiVE WiTH"

Spit shake

"andtheWorldwillknow"

TOMMY

FINCH

RACE BUTTONS ALBERT ROMEO I LOVE ALL OF YOU

THEIR SIGNS

HUGS FOR EVERYONE

Why does every actor who plays Roosevelt look exactly the same????

"Ya miss me?!" YES😭

Davey swallowing his laugh when Crutchie calls Roosevelt 'your highness'

"Don't sweat it, gov"

"tarantulas?"

"And we're family" YEAH YOU ARE BABY

"show me that backseat I been hearing so much about"

Albert's gimme gimme gimme motion

"G U Y S"

Race's lil hop

"I been I been BUSY"

smacksmacksmack

"CARRYIN THE BANNER MAN TO MAN"

"HERE'S THE HEADLINE"

Jeremy Jordan counting his steps

"WHOO"

"OF NEW YORK"

*incoherent shouting* "NEWSIES OF NEW YOOOORK AYOOOOO"

Tommy being slightly off

Kick

Spin

Flip

Clap clap

CHAZ WOLCOTT IS SO FKING TALENTED

shrug

BART

slide

I DON'T REMEMBER HIS NAME BUT THE GUY WHO PLAYS DARCY DOING FLIPS WITH NICK MASSON (WHO PLAYS BILL)

Specs falling when they do the lil cartwheels

All their lil hops and bows

THE DELANCEYS HANDSHAKE

AKB

Kara Lindsay being a lil early

JJ almost eating it

HYPEHYPEHYPEHYPE- Race, Mike, Ike, and Spot

JJ boogeyin

Kara and Ethan boogeyin

Kara and Jordan hugging

Nick swinging from the set

Ben and Sky doing a handshake and Ben almost knocking Sky over going for a chest bump when Sky wanted a hug

I DID IT

I FINISHED IT WITH ENOUGH ROOM

I HONESTLY THOUGHT KONY WOULD MAKE ME NEED AT LEAST ONE MORE, BUT I THINK STBI COUNTERED IT

#newsies #livesies #my favorite things about newsies #my favorite livesies things

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g0ttal0ve101 · 1 year ago

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The Afton Home

July 20th, 1987.

Ring, ring…

The phone echoed throughout the seemingly empty house. Evan knew he was not allowed to answer the machine without his father’s permission, but these calls would flow in one after another, never ending. More importantly, it muffled the sound of Evan’s favorite show. He turned to his teddy after the fourth call coming in from the telephone, asking for advice as he usually did.

Evan asked with a trembling voice, “should I answer it?” He clenched onto his dark shirt, heat rushing to his face from the thought of disobeying his father’s orders. He knows what happens to Michael when he doesn’t listen.

The golden plush remained silent for a moment, presumably pondering what to do himself. Little did the child know, his father was on the other side of Fredbear’s talking mechanism, debating on whether he should instruct him to pick it up or not. Knowing the mysterious caller was determined to get a hold of the household, he could only guess it was Henry with some news about their business. With that thought in mind, William made the decision to encourage the boy into answering.

“Daddy’s working,” William soothed his son with his best Fredbear accent. The child did not suspect a thing. “I think you should get that for him.”

Trusting the friendly bear, Evan approached the phone. His tiny hands were shaking with anxiety. Putting the device to his ear, he quietly gave an introduction. William listened into the conversation the best he could within Fredbear.

A loud voice boomed through the speaker of the phone, causing Evan to instinctively pull back. “Mike, what the fuck?! You haven’t answered for days!”

Evan gulped, unsure of how to reply. “Uhh…Michael’s sick right n-!”

“Oh! Is this Evan? Evan, dude, please get him to the phone! We haven’t talked since forever! I know he’s hurting about Willow, I know, I just wanna help him! Could you please make sure he gives me a call? Please? Tell him it’s from Jeremy!”

Jeremy - The boy recognized this name and voice well. After all, they belonged to Michael’s best friend of three years. Even as a young child, Evan found it strange that Michael wouldn’t keep in contact with his closest friend about what happened. Guilt rose in his chest for his older brother’s careless actions.

The little boy nodded, although Jeremy could not see it. “O-Okay. I’ll try to go get him.”

“Thanks, lil’ guy! You rock!”

And with that, Jeremy hung up the phone abruptly. William scoffed under his breath. He knew that Evan wanted to uphold his promise with Jeremy, which meant he would confront Michael to do so. That would only end in disaster. Evan would be mauled.

He started in a low voice. “You shouldn’t go.”

Evan embraced his plush tight to his chest, somewhat ignoring him while making his way down the hall and toward Michael’s bedroom. If he wasn’t at the hospital visiting Willow, he would lock himself in there for hours at a time. It hurt Evan beyond belief. He just wanted his brother to be happy.

Again, William warned the young boy. “You shouldn’t go.”

Understanding that his adoring teddy was worried for his safety, Evan responded in order to assure him. “But his friend wants to talk to him…it’ll help.”

“Why do you care if it helps him?”

Evan shuddered from the harsh words. “Because,” he muttered in an oscillating voice, “he’s sad. A-And he’s never sad. He never cries…”

With gritting teeth, the father contained his irritation. If he and Evan were in switched positions, he would be overjoyed that his elder brother finally had a taste of his own medicine. But he didn’t feel that way. Evan was much too selfless to feel any sense of gratitude for his brother’s suffering. A pity, really. William was hoping that this would lighten his often solemn moods.

“That’s because he’s a big boy. Big boys aren’t supposed to cry,” William sneered with a sly insult directed toward his oldest son. “He should know how to deal with these sorts of things. He’s old enough to control himself.”

A thought popped into the back of Evan’s head - Did Fredbear truly dislike his elder brother? He understood why the little bear might be hesitant to befriend him due to the horrors he puts Evan through, but there was never a moment in time he insulted Michael. Unsure of what to feel, he made sure to suffocate the idea before it became worrisome. Fredbear was a nice friend. He doesn’t dislike Michael. Of course he wouldn’t, he’s nice to everyone.

Evan squeezed his plush with a soft sigh. The camera and mic systems within the bear began to lag out from the sudden force. “I hope Willow gets better soon. Th-That way Michael won’t have to cry…”

Forcing his mouth to comply with words that formed in his brain, William mustered out what he knew his son wanted to hear. “She will.”

Evan swallowed hard. He hoped that she would recover more than anything in the whole world. Not only did he care for her, but he cared about Michael too. He understood that his older brother was going through misery without Willow there by his side and without support, his mental health would only decline further. That being said, he stood shuddering in front of Michael’s bedroom door, afraid to bother him. His knocks against the wooden door were almost silent in hopes that he would not anger his older brother.

He did not answer.

Evan let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. The relief didn’t last long though as he felt inclined to try again. He forced his hand upward and toward the door again, slightly increasing the volume. His heart was in his throat once more.

“He’s not in there.”

The voice came from behind the little boy, alarming him enough to make an abrupt turn to catch a glimpse of who was speaking. He was surprised to see his father leaning against the wall with a hostile glint in his eye. Fredbear did not say a word, although Evan would have wanted some consolation.

Before he knew it, Evan was uplifted into his father’s arms. Not for any emotional value but rather to help prevent William from losing his temper. If he held his lovely little boy in his arms, there was no possible way on Earth he would do anything to endanger him. Holding him was the best way to protect both of them. Not like Michael would be included in that conversation.

Rain poured down upon the town like bullets from a gun chamber. Every sensation stung like a needle injection, increasingly worse if one pushed to move ahead quickly. This is the crisis Michael found himself in while waiting for his stop on the city bus. He usually would have ridden his bike home at a time like this, but the idea of William’s scolding for both being exceptionally late and soaking wet sent shivers down his spine. He might as well stay out later if he was going to be screamed at anyway. However, this was the least of his worries.

Willow had been in a coma for a while now, but improved drastically over the course of a few weeks. The doctors suspect that she will wake up soon, telling by the way her body is healing. Although, the idea that she will not open her eyes again made Michael want to puke. He tried his best to drown that thought out. If she died, he didn’t know what he would do. She was everything to him. Her soft voice, her beautiful eyes, her gorgeous hair, and above all, the kind words that fluttered out of her lips like a lullaby while speaking to him. Michael loved all these things about her, he couldn’t remember what it was like without her. She was perfect. Absolutely perfect.

Michael watched as a familiar car pulled up toward the sidewalk in front of him, his heart dropping from the thought it could possibly be his father. However, once his eyes adjusted through the pouring rain, he saw that the car was not purple; It was gray. The passenger window rolled down. Michael peeked inside to see his father’s coworker, Henry. He didn’t seem too thrilled that Michael was out so late without supervision - Not that he didn’t trust him, but because his father should be able to keep track of him. Michael gave him a weak grin.

“Mike, what are you doing out there?!” Henry fumed, his bushy eyebrows furrowing. “Get inside before you catch a cold!”

The teen boy obliged, now impatient for the bus to arrive. As soon as he took a seat, Henry flew down the road in the direction of William’s house. This didn’t go over well with Michael’s stomach.

Henry sighed heavily. “You were visiting her again, weren’t you? How’s she doing?”

Frankly, Michael was unused to this question. His father never asked about the girl, his siblings were much too afraid to bring it up, and he never picked up the phone when Jeremy called. In conclusion, he aimlessly stared out the window and watched the scenery, unable to find the words to describe what the situation was. “…I dunno. The doctors say she’s gonna wake up soon, but…”

“You’re worried she won’t,” Henry finished the sentence for him, reading his facial expression well enough to know he would burst into tears at any second. “And I’m sure that Will isn’t helping to reassure you either.”

“Of course he isn’t. He doesn’t give a fuck about anything or anyone.”

Michael thought saying that would assist in making him feel better, but it just created more rage to build in his chest. He gripped his pants tightly with tears burning the corner of his eyes, causing him to grit his teeth. He was about to blow. He couldn’t take it anymore.

“I fucking hate him.”

“Mike…”

“I FUCKING HATE HIM!”

“Michael!” Henry snapped in a sharp tone the boy had never heard before. It immediately shuts him up and embarrasses him, causing him to lower his head and bite his tongue. “William has a hard time finding a way to communicate how he feels. I know it doesn’t make his behavior right, but you have to understand that he could just be struggling to intercept your feelings. He’s cold, uncaring, right? But I know he cares. He loves you very much.”

Tears finally fell from the boy’s cheeks. He tried to believe what Henry said, he really did, but he couldn’t. He knew it wasn’t true. William truly didn’t care. All he cared about was making money, engineering dumb robots, and looking like some sort of big shot businessman. Maybe he felt love for Evan and Elizabeth, but that was about it. He never loved Michael and he will never love Michael. In his eyes, he was just a trash can that sucked away his profits.

Henry didn’t comment on his tears knowing it would embarrass him. However, he decided to fill the silence with some words instead of having Michael’s sobs echo throughout the car. “I’m sorry, little buddy. I’m real sorry.”

Michael’s eyes lit up. Henry hadn’t called him ‘little buddy’ since he was a kid. That insignificant nickname filled his heart with even the smallest amount of comfort.

By the time they pulled into the driveway, Michael’s tears had dried. He could never let his father see him that way, so vulnerable and weak. Henry insisted on escorting him to the door and explaining the situation to William so he wouldn’t flip out, rubbing his shoulders softly on the trip there. That alone made Michael feel safer than he would have if he was by himself. The thought was terrifying to ponder on.

Henry knocked on the door and in mere seconds it was answered by William. For some odd reason, he didn’t look as angry as Michael expected him to be. Maybe it was because he spotted Henry’s car before answering.

“Will, he didn’t have a ride from the hospital so I brought him here. He didn’t mean to be so late,” he clarified briefly.

With a gentle push, Michael entered the house and tried to pass his father. William snatched his arm up quickly. “Get in the shower now. We’ll talk about this afterwards.”

This was going to be the longest shower of his life.

Michael ran off into the bathroom while still hearing Henry and William debating on the porch step, locking it tightly to ensure his siblings wouldn’t enter. He put the water on the hottest setting he could, wiping the black trail of eyeliner off his face that stained his cheeks whenever he was crying. Willow loved whenever he wore eyeliner so he wore it every time he went to go see her. His father hated it. Speaking of his father, the echoing of the argument had faded out, presumably because William forced Henry to leave. That wasn’t good. Then again, if he took a lengthy shower, the punishment would be put off. Maybe William would even cool down a bit; He doubted it though.

After about ten minutes of washing his hair over and over again while trying to preserve time, Michael thought of Willow. She had such silky hair, he wished he could’ve styled it before all of this. The doctors had to chop her pretty locks up to her shoulders to perform surgeries and such so it didn’t even have half the length from before. That was okay. She was adorable anyway. Her resting, sleeping face was utterly stunning. Michael hated how he could picture the image in his head perfectly. She hasn’t moved from her original position in weeks and it was all his father’s fault.

Knock, knock.

Great.

“Michael, get out.” William’s voice demanded apathetically. He didn’t sound angered but his eldest son didn’t fall for that act. He knew he was infuriated, he just didn’t want to raise his voice if Evan and Elizabeth could hear. In that aspect, Michael guessed he kind of did care what his children thought of him. Silence wasn’t the correct answer apparently. “I said get out.”

“I heard you,” Michael groaned before realizing just how screwed he was for talking back. There was silence for a long while before he heard footsteps backing away from the door. He was totally and utterly dead meat.

He swiftly shut the water off and wrapped a towel around his waist before nervously pacing around the bathroom, wondering what he could do to avoid punishment. Other than running away, again, he couldn’t think of any solution. This left him with one option - He had to go face his fear and hope that it wouldn’t be that bad. If he went down without a fight, it wouldn't last long, but he couldn’t help but to have the instinct to protect himself.

The door creaked open louder than he would have liked. He turned down the hall and toward his room, predicting his father would give him enough time to get dressed before confrontation. When he got inside, he commenced putting layer upon layer of clothing on him to make it hurt less. It was in the middle of July though, so it was obvious what he was attempting to do. Even while his fingers trembled out of apprehension, his heart remained set on Willow. He didn’t care what his father did to him, he would always return to visit her. Day after day, night after night, whatever it took. He didn’t care what William would do to him.

As if he heard what he said, his father broke the door down effortlessly and entered the room. It wasn’t particularly clean due to Michael’s laziness, which pissed William even more when he stumbled over his belongings. Michael remained frozen in the corner of the room.

“What did I tell you about leaving without permission?” William started in a low voice. Michael didn’t answer. “What, are you deaf? Are you fucking deaf? I’m not deaf, your mother isn’t deaf, so FUCKING ANSWER ME!” He punched Michael across the face. The stinging sensation made his eyes burn with tears. Despite having so many things he wanted to say, Michael managed to keep his lips sealed. William shoved him against the wall this time. Something about the look in his eyes shook him to the core. “You think it’s my fault. Huh? Is that why you’re crying all the damn time? Why you’re glaring at me during dinner? You think everything’s my fault, everything’s daddy’s fault because it’s more convenient that way. You’re just like your mother. All you do is bitch!”

Michael bit his tongue to the brim of bleeding out. He wanted to put him in his place, to stop him from talking bad about his mother, but he knew that would just make him fall into his trap. Instead, he told him what he wanted to hear.

“I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to stay out so late. I won’t do it again.”

William leaned close to his face. His piercing blue eyes shot bullets into his son’s. He was absolutely disgusted when seeing Michael looked identical to him. “You’re my eldest son. You’re going to take on the responsibility of carrying my legacy. You’re going to uphold my reputation. And yet, you’re acting like this? A liar? A crybaby? A little bitch?”

Michael’s lips moved before his mind processed what was going on. “I-I’m not a crybaby!” He stammered while dodging eye contact by turning his head away. He clenched his eyes shut and waited for impact. Instead, he was met with a harsh grip around his chin. His neck was forced to shift toward his father’s face, causing him to lock eye contact again.

“You have tears swelling your eyes,” William analyzed with a smirk. He pulled him close for a hug, mocking him as if he were a toddler. “There, there, Michael. It’s okay. I’ll kill that slut if it’s the last thing I’ll do.”

Michael swung at him. He didn’t know what he was doing until his fist hit William’s jawbone, knocking him backward. He wished he hadn’t done that as his father smashed his head against the corner of the nightstand and threw him to the ground. The teen sputtered out a sharp breath before being stomped out by William, feeling lightheaded whenever his father’s foot hit his head. His nose was bleeding from the impact on the nightstand surface, flooding into a puddle under his face. Just as he feared Michael started begging - bawling for him to stop - but everytime he cried, he was hit even harder. His tears hurt worse than the blows. He hated appearing so feeble, so weak. He had fallen right into the hands of his sadistic father.

“Daddy?” Elizabeth’s voice wavered as she heard the commotion from down the hall. She was the very reason William ceased to continue the beating.

He was out of breath by the time he backed away from his son’s bruised and bloody body, answering his daughter’s call urgently. “Did you have a nightmare, sweetheart?”

The door shut behind him as he went to console Elizabeth. Michael remained unmoved from the floor. He couldn’t stop crying. Not because of his wounds, not because of his weakness, but because of Willow. Why did his father have to say that? Why did he have to call her that? Why couldn’t Michael protect her good name?

He failed her.

“Good morning, Michael!” The nurse greeted him, surprisingly joyous compared to other days. She noticed the bandages scattered across his body and bruises on his tanned skin but decided not to comment any further on them - After all, they were probably inflicted from a petty fight with another ruffian. “Are you here to see Willow again today?” Exhausted, Michael nodded without a word. She signed him off and sent him on his way, smiling brightly and watching as he trudged down the hall.

By this point Michael had memorized her room number, counting every door on his journey. 101, 102, 103, 104, 105…all the way up until 129. However, unlike usual, there were flowers up by the door to decorate it. He wondered if her family actually came to visit after weeks of neglecting her but doubted that would be the case. Without a moment to lose, he swung the door open and took off his leather jacket, letting out a deep sigh while mentally preparing to see her again. What he didn’t know was that she was already up, staring blankly at him as she wondered what he was doing.

“Michael?”

Chills went down his spine from the voice. He sharply turned on his heel and furrowed his eyebrows, seeing that she was sitting up and looking at him, actually looking at him with those beautiful eyes. He stared at her for a while longer while trying to perceive whether or not he was awake.

“Michael,” her voice was weak but her smile was huge. She moved her arms slightly upward to offer a hug for him to receive, only to have him take the opportunity immediately. He didn’t say anything. She couldn’t even feel him breathe. “Are you okay? You’re trembling…”

He left out a soft ring of laughter. Then another. Then another. Pulling away, he looked into her eyes again. She looked into his eyes. She wasn’t asleep. She wasn’t asleep! That meant she was awake! His lips quivered before he put his hand over them to hide it. Again, he touched her shoulder to ensure she was in front of him.

“Willow,” he murmured while his fingers traced up her neck to her chin. “Good morning.”

She grinned. “Good morning. Sorry I slept for so long, I must have worried you, huh? You have such big bags under your eyes, but you’re a good sleeper…have you been staying up because of me?”

“I love you,” Michael whimpered. It was so pathetic he felt automatic pain.

The girl let out an angelic giggle. “I love you too, honey. Are you sure you’re okay?”

One tear came after another and eventually he couldn’t help but to break down. Willow quickly embraced and comforted him, rubbing his back as she always did. He melted into her arms despite constantly refusing to do so before. In fact, this was the first time she had ever witnessed him cry even though he had seen her cry multiple times. Michael was tough, stubborn, and defiant in everyone’s eyes. But at that moment, he was the most sensitive and heartbroken boy on Earth. Willow couldn’t help but to weakly smile from the thought.

“I’m so sorry I worried you,” she whispered into his ear. “I promise I won’t leave you again.” Michael sniffled and wiped his tears against his bare arm. Willow used her hospital gown to collect the wetness from his face, smiling angelically. “You’re so handsome, Mike. I’m lucky I have someone like you to look after me.”

Michael wept some more. He hated how useless his vocal cords were when crying. He wanted to say so much to her, to finally engage in conversation with her, but he remained silent. Maybe it was better that way, since she was able to catch an opportunity to speak on his wounds.

“Hey, you’re all banged up…did you get in a fight?” Willow tilted her head with an anxiety-ridden expression. He managed to stare at her with his mouth hanging wide open.

“Father…” he paused for a moment, collecting his thoughts. Although that’s all he really had to say for her to understand what happened. “I was out too late last night,” his voice wobbled and he dodged eye contact.

Then, before any words could be exchanged, the door swung open again. There stood Henry, Charlie, and Jeremy. He must have hitched a ride to come see Willow. Michael hid his face and stepped aside, allowing the other three to surround her and get insights on how she was doing. However, her focus still remained on him.

“Oh, we were so worried about you! We came as quickly as we could as soon as we heard the news!” Henry cried with a tight squeeze. His embrace gave off so much warmth it made her feel absolutely amazing, despite being weak and tired. “I don’t know if Mike could have survived another day without you!”

Jeremy laughed with a hefty pat on her shoulder. “He couldn't have. He was a mess. M-E-S-S.”

Even though he was still trying to collect himself, Michael managed to flip the blonde off without looking at them. Henry blocked Charlie’s vision of the vulgarity and continued his conversation with Willow. “When do you think you’ll be out of the hospital? It still looks like you have a lotta things broken.”

Willow nodded. “It won’t be until a long while. The doctors still have to do a thorough examination of my internal organs to make sure nothing is punctured from the springlocks. I guess I was lucky they didn’t completely fail and retracted once they hit my bones. Otherwise, I probably would’ve been a goner.”

Henry felt an unbearable amount of guilt when hearing her explain the situation. Since he was one of the designers, it was obvious that some of the blame must be put on him, if not all of it. He shook his head and gave Willow another hug before Jeremy jumped back on the case.

“Why’d they have to cut your pretty hair?” He smirked and grabbed a clutch of strands, playing with them a bit. “It’s still cute but I like it longer.”

“I guess it was hard to maintain,” she sighed in disappointment. It didn’t take much for her hair to grow out, but she enjoyed it at a longer length so that Michael could style it. Speaking of Michael, he appeared to be moping in the corner still, distracted by Charlie’s rambling. She frowned a bit before whispering to the two of them. “Is Mike okay? He doesn’t look too good.”

Jeremy shrugged, but it seemed like Henry had a solid answer. He started in a low voice so the other two couldn’t hear anything. “Last night was pretty rough for him, I think that’s why he might have been a bit off this morning.” He explained with a noticeable frown.

Whatever had happened evidently wasn’t good. Willow’s heart picked up pace. “Was it William?”

“I think you should talk to him about it when he’s ready. Right now, it’s best to leave it be.” Henry begrudgingly advised the girl, knowing it wouldn’t end well to persist on Michael’s wounds.

Completely unbothered by the solemn situation before them, Jeremy jumped up and put his arm around Michael’s shoulder, smirking. “We should get ice cream in celebration! I bet that hospital food sucked ass, so we’ll get you some!”

Michael shoved him off. “Whatever.”

“Woteva.”

“Shut the hell up, you-!”

“Boys, boys…” Henry interrupted them before they spewed out endless vulgarities in front of his daughter. They obeyed his warning and left the room, going to get some air and retrieve ice cream for Willow. They already knew her favorite flavor by heart.

Charlie approached the girl next, bewildered by the amount of casts and bandages she had spread around her body. She hadn’t seen someone break so many things before in her six year old life span. Then again, Michael had broken many bones before in their time of play dates. Shaking the thought from her mind, she smiled brightly and handed Willow a piece of paper full of colors.

“Is this for me?” Willow bubbled. “Thank you!”

Henry grinned ear to ear. “That was very sweet of you, Charlie.”

Examining the illustration, Willow’s heart felt lighter. All the rage she felt from seeing Michael’s bruises uplifted for a moment and she entirely focused her attention on the art. It was Fredbear and Bon-Bun lined up on stage beside Michael and herself holding hands. There were a few misspelled words on the top reading “My Best Friends.” Oddly enough, Willow caught sight of a purple figure by the stage as well. She chose to ignore it.

“It’s beautiful, Charlie. You’re a very good artist.”

The little girl swayed back and forth nervously, giddy from the idea that Willow enjoyed her hard work. She managed to crawl onto the bed and point out a few things on the paper she wanted Willow to recognize, smiling playfully.

“That’s Bonnie, that’s Fredbear, that’s you, and that’s Mikey!”

“Then who’s that, sweetheart? That purple guy?” Her father pointed to the mysterious purple figure by the stage. He was oddly tall and slender compared to the rest of them.

Charlie frowned. “Papa, that’s Uncle Will giving a drink to Bon-Bun.”

Silence. Bon-Bun was the animatronic whose spring locks failed whilst Willow was performing inside. Notably, the spring locks fail due to moisture inside the suit. If anyone were to pour water inside one, it would surely be a fatality to anyone who unknowingly wears it. Henry and Willow’s heart sank - Especially Henry’s.

Henry grabbed Charlie’s shoulders firmly, showing her that he was no longer playing around. “Did you see Uncle Will give Bon-Bun a drink, Charlie? Did you ever actually see that?”

“The day that Willow got bit by Bon-Bun,” Charlie explained. “I saw Uncle Will pour stuff into his mouth. It wasn’t a lot…I don’t think he was very thirsty. But it might’ve made him hungry.”

Her father stood from the seat next to Willow’s bedside and frantically rushed out of the room, collecting all of his belongings while trying to remain calm.

“I need to go visit Uncle Will, okay? Is it alright if I leave her with you, Willow?” His face was covered in worry. She nodded and grasped Charlie’s hand, trying to calm her down when seeing her father in such a state. Apparently she was too intelligent to allow him to leave without an explanation.

Charlie raised an eyebrow. “Papa, what’s wrong? Why’re you all upset?”

“Uncle William isn’t allowed to give the animatronics drinks, okay? That’s why Willow…” He couldn’t finish his statement without becoming enraged. “Don’t tell Michael and Jeremy where I went. I know Mike will try to follow.”

Then with that, he was gone.

The little girl briefly glanced at the page again, tilting her head. “Uncle Will scares me sometimes.”

Willow raised her trembling hand and stroked back her hair, trying to contain her emotion with deep breaths. “Me too, sweetheart. Me too.”

#michael afton #michael x willow #friend’s oc: willow parker

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