#faultfatale

@faultfatale asked: "if i were eve in the garden of eden, the devil would've gotten my ass with a babybel." navi for saint hi // shit my friends say

@faultfatale asked: ❛ I might have to break up with him. Unless I get lucky and he just disappears. ❜ annie you can't just say things // yellowjackets season two sentence starters

"PROBABLY more of a chance of disappearing than it seems," Michael comments without much thought about how it sounds until it comes out of his mouth— the years known for his worst mistake combined with the onslaught of disappearances associated with his family's restaurant never did any wonders for his small town reputation, after all. He and Annie are more familiar than just a strange association now, at least ( back then he would mostly open the door to see her there to talk to his mom ), and she's the one who decided to admit to whatever the hell is going on in her romantic life this time.

@faultfatale asked: ❝ i’m not falling for your mind games. ❞ hero hours // resident evil 4 remake starters

"... MIND GAMES?" Peter can't help but repeat, head tilting from where he's crouched on a nearby railing ( like a confused puppy )— they aren't even in the middle of a fight, and he still would have been beyond confused if they were. Their encounters have always been... tumultuous, sure, but he's never tried to manipulate her over anything! He has no idea what she could even be talking about... unless... huh— he was just offering to help her out, wasn't he-

@faultfatale asked: “Do you know how to properly care for the injured? You just don’t look very qualified, no offense” n. navi- // the injured and the healers

SHE THROWS HIM COMPLETELY OFF BALANCE, head leaning back as he blinks with sudden surprise— ... okay, maybe she's right, maybe it's on him for not expecting the actively bleeding one here to be so blunt. Michael can't help but glance down at himself— his uniform looks presentable! ( but he, most likely, does not ). "I've done it before," is the first response he goes with, shrugging his shoulders as he fishes for the gauze in the Fazbear establishment provided first-aid kit. He's mostly cared for his OWN injuries, though, and he's honestly not sure if his methods are correct.

@faultfatale asked: anxiety - muse a intertwines their fingers with muse b’s to ground themself (Annie...... frens..) // gentleness action prompts

MICHAEL DOESN'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY. Maybe he should be able to come up with something better than short breaths and assuring that she's okay after spending six hours locked in a cramped office together, but in a strange way it was almost easier to deal with when they were one open door or mere percentages of power away from death at any turn. At least Michael was able to pour his focus into survival. He's gotten SKILLED at it, mastering quick camera glances and just the right times to shut the doors, disconnecting from any and all fear just to make it through the night. Having Annie there shook things up— yeah, the extra voice and conversation was new, but so was the responsibility of keeping SOMEONE ELSE alive rather than only himself.

Now that they're out, Michael needs to explain everything. But the words are caught in his throat and guilt is squeezing the air from his lungs and wouldn't it be so much easier to tell her to never come around here again and make sure she's out of harm's way for good?

"I- I shouldn't have— you shouldn't be roped into this shit, I can explain, I WILL, just—" He glances behind himself— they're still in the parking lot, the restaurant is still there looming over him and he's been here TOO MANY times to count but it feels all the more encompassing when it is no longer only his secret to hold. "—We should get out of here, we should-" There's a tug at his hand, and Michael glances down to find her fingers slowly intertwining with his ( cautious, testing the waters in case he reacts to the gentleness like a wounded animal ). He swallows, finally looking back at her, and she's shaking too. The action is to ground both of them... slowly, Michael begins to breathe.

@faultfatale​​ asked: ❛  am i bothering you? do you wanna talk?  ❜ / this is actually from annie’s old account 

lune answers old old old asks

It’s late — late enough that ‘ S ‘ should be in full swing, and yet Reki finds himself the sole occupant of the skatepark he and Langa have deemed theirs. He isn’t skating. Instead, laying with his back flat on the ground, knees raised so his feet can sit flat on his board and shuffle it slightly from side to side. An arm is lifted above his head, being used as a pillow as he stares silently at the stars. 

He’d told Langa to go to ‘ S ‘ without him. Said that he was too tired to go. It wasn’t entirely a lie, but then again .... maybe he hadn’t been entirely honest about what kind of tired he was. 

Annie’s voice startles him, a small jump as his eyes flicker up to find her. And then he laughs ; not hard, but a little chuckle the eases some of the tension from his form. 

“How’d y’find me?” 

It’s just a question, nothing accusatory — he just hadn’t expected anyone to come looking for him. It’s not unwelcome.

@faultfatale asked: ❝ i didn’t want to worry you. ❞ navi for saint 👉👈 // hurt/comfort starters

"WORRIED?" Saint echoes, flicking his hand as if the concern is hardly anything at all— not that he wants to come off as dismissive, he doesn't, and... well, if he tells the truth, he WAS worried. But it won't do either of them any good to linger on that. He might not be the best at this kind of thing, but he just... wants to ease the guilt on her shoulders, at least a little.

@faultfatale asked: annie pulls an eyelash curler out of her bag and wields it like a pair of scissors. "i'm coming for you next, afton." // fuck you [curls him]