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@freckledpines

rp for 18+ Gideon Pines of the Reverse!Falls-- main account @useless-stereotype

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(Mr--problematic) "I'd say I told you so, but you'd only cry. Wouldn't you?"

@mr–problematic

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“I-I’d say ’jump off a bridge’, b-but you’d only f-fuck that up too, wouldn’t you?”

Words shot back at the other without hesitation, he found his arm aching, bruised and sore from slamming it against the door enough times for it to give in, just as Gideon had given in to yet ANOTHER terrifying night. It wasn’t HIS fault that Alistair was so cocky he forgot tonight was a full moon, and it wasn’t HIS fault that the other had forgotten the key to his own goddamn house, and it wasn’t HIS fault that the Gleeful Mansion was the closest shelter they could have escaped to.

It never was his fault when it came to Alistair. He always managed to make life just THAT MUCH MORE DIFFICULT.

Rubbing his arm, he flinched a bit, eyes narrowed as he looked around.

“W-What w-were you even d-doing outside at t-this time of n-night anyways?”

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Gideon set his jaw, feeling annoyance and anger rise within him once again as the other began to speak– Only for the fire to die out alongside his desire to yell at the other. The two words were so quiet that he couldn’t believe that he had actually heard them… But it couldn’t have been a trick of his mind either. There was no way that his own brain could EVER imagine those two words leaving Alistair’s lips.

Shifting a little to a less defensive position, he blinked as the other complimented him, shock registering on his features as his cheeks turned pink beneath his freckles. “… I–” He laughed nervously, looking away. “… My h-hair? I don’t even brush it… It’s too messy… I just hide it u-under a hat…” He cleared his throat, choking back the butterflies he felt. Fuck. Damn it. Fucking hell.

“… What…” He paused, licking his lips. “W-Would you? Be happy I-if I died, I mean…”

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Alistair clutched onto his pant legs until his knuckles turned white. Helpless though the pressure. Even though Gideon had lost his defensive position, Alistair only increased his by suddenly hugging his knees tightly to his chest. He knew what he was doing is wrong, but at the same time..Gideon has never looked at him like that before. It gave him so much conflicting emotions that he couldn’t begin to process through. He’s never seen Gideon actually blush like that before. He swallowed hard.

“I like it messy. It’s more you. I’m pretty sure if you actually got yourself cleaned up, I wouldn’t recognize you..”

He frowned deeply. He just wanted to lie, but he can’t. Alistair swallowed hard again. That was one of the many questions he didn’t want him to ask. “No. I wouldn’t. I know that even with you dead, Ford would never be proud of me. Plus..I would miss having you around..”

Gideon didn’t know how to react to this. Was there any possible way he could? Here he was, in a room with the man he hated ( but did he ? ) the most, sitting across from him as he hugged his knees to his chest, gripping so hard the white haired male could see the strain it put on his fingers, blood draining from the digits in result from his harsh hold. And yet, no matter how hard Alistair’s grip was, it was infinitely harder for Gideon to process what he was saying.

“... You’d... M-Miss me?” He blinked, blush deepening. “... W-Why?” He pouted a little. “You don’t even like me, s-so why would you miss me? It would be easier f-for you without me a-around...” He murmured, feeling his stomach drop a bit as the words left his mouth. Some part of him didn’t want it to be true.

(Mr--problematic) "I'd say I told you so, but you'd only cry. Wouldn't you?"

@mr–problematic

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“I-I’d say ’jump off a bridge’, b-but you’d only f-fuck that up too, wouldn’t you?”

Words shot back at the other without hesitation, he found his arm aching, bruised and sore from slamming it against the door enough times for it to give in, just as Gideon had given in to yet ANOTHER terrifying night. It wasn’t HIS fault that Alistair was so cocky he forgot tonight was a full moon, and it wasn’t HIS fault that the other had forgotten the key to his own goddamn house, and it wasn’t HIS fault that the Gleeful Mansion was the closest shelter they could have escaped to.

It never was his fault when it came to Alistair. He always managed to make life just THAT MUCH MORE DIFFICULT.

Rubbing his arm, he flinched a bit, eyes narrowed as he looked around.

“W-What w-were you even d-doing outside at t-this time of n-night anyways?”

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Gideon set his jaw, feeling annoyance and anger rise within him once again as the other began to speak-- Only for the fire to die out alongside his desire to yell at the other. The two words were so quiet that he couldn’t believe that he had actually heard them... But it couldn’t have been a trick of his mind either. There was no way that his own brain could EVER imagine those two words leaving Alistair’s lips.

Shifting a little to a less defensive position, he blinked as the other complimented him, shock registering on his features as his cheeks turned pink beneath his freckles. “... I--” He laughed nervously, looking away. “... My h-hair? I don’t even brush it... It’s too messy... I just hide it u-under a hat...” He cleared his throat, choking back the butterflies he felt. Fuck. Damn it. Fucking hell.

“... What...” He paused, licking his lips. “W-Would you? Be happy I-if I died, I mean...”

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(Mr--problematic) "I'd say I told you so, but you'd only cry. Wouldn't you?"

@mr–problematic

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“I-I’d say ’jump off a bridge’, b-but you’d only f-fuck that up too, wouldn’t you?”

Words shot back at the other without hesitation, he found his arm aching, bruised and sore from slamming it against the door enough times for it to give in, just as Gideon had given in to yet ANOTHER terrifying night. It wasn’t HIS fault that Alistair was so cocky he forgot tonight was a full moon, and it wasn’t HIS fault that the other had forgotten the key to his own goddamn house, and it wasn’t HIS fault that the Gleeful Mansion was the closest shelter they could have escaped to.

It never was his fault when it came to Alistair. He always managed to make life just THAT MUCH MORE DIFFICULT.

Rubbing his arm, he flinched a bit, eyes narrowed as he looked around.

“W-What w-were you even d-doing outside at t-this time of n-night anyways?”

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“You w-were traumatized? So t-that makes traumatizing ME o-okay?” He furrowed his brows, scowling and shaking his head. “I KNOW PTSD. I KNOW mental illness. I know ALL THAT SHIT, so y-you can stop explaining to me.” He said digging his nails into his legs. “You c-can sit there and talk about h-how tragic you are a-all you want, it’s not going t-to change the fact t-that you’re the one who owes me an a-apology.” He huffed, leaning forward, crossing his arms.

“... Oh, s-shut up. I would NOT b-be happy if you d-died. And you think I-I’m strong enough to l-lie under a t-truth potion? Didn’t t-think you had that high of an o-opinion on me.” He snorted, leaning back against the couch, picking at some imaginary dust. “Y-You’re attractive or w-whatever, and w-when you’re not being a d-dick or e-evil, I c-can see why she likes your personality.” He frowned and rolled his eyes.

“O-Oh, get over i-it. Rue and P-Paz meddled-- Its not w-worth writing them off over. T-They do it out o-of love.”

#mr--problematic

(Mr--problematic) "I'd say I told you so, but you'd only cry. Wouldn't you?"

@mr–problematic

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“I-I’d say ’jump off a bridge’, b-but you’d only f-fuck that up too, wouldn’t you?”

Words shot back at the other without hesitation, he found his arm aching, bruised and sore from slamming it against the door enough times for it to give in, just as Gideon had given in to yet ANOTHER terrifying night. It wasn’t HIS fault that Alistair was so cocky he forgot tonight was a full moon, and it wasn’t HIS fault that the other had forgotten the key to his own goddamn house, and it wasn’t HIS fault that the Gleeful Mansion was the closest shelter they could have escaped to.

It never was his fault when it came to Alistair. He always managed to make life just THAT MUCH MORE DIFFICULT.

Rubbing his arm, he flinched a bit, eyes narrowed as he looked around.

“W-What w-were you even d-doing outside at t-this time of n-night anyways?”

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“... But it DOES h-have something to do w-with me when you’re t-taking it out on me.” He replied easily, hugging his knees tighter. It just made it HARDER, hearing Alistair with different feelings other than hostile. It reminded him that the monster he had been fighting for TEN YEARS was just another boy. He had the same problems he did, in a way-- Awkward voice cracks, forgetting to tie shoes, bad morning breath... Alistair was HUMAN, and Gideon hated having to face that. It was easy to FEEL things then... Because when one looked at it, hadn’t they been through a lot together.

“I-I’m... Sorry. That you had to hurt t-to get w-where you are today...

BUT THATS AN EXPLANATION, NOT AN EXCUSE. Because y-you’ve been hurt, no matter how badly... I-It doesn’t mean you get t-to make my life a l-living hell. It d-doesn’t mean you have the right to hurt people.” He looked up as the other mentioned Paz, anger flickering across his face. How could he DO that? How could he TALK ABOUT HER like she was something he could GIVE AWAY? How could he, after she had NEVER ONCE STOPPED LOVING HIM, act like it was NOTHING?

“... Paz d-doesn’t want me. S-She wants you. I m-mean, between us, I c-can see why shed choose YOU.” He grumbled, irritation written across his features.

#mr--problematic

(Mr--problematic) "I'd say I told you so, but you'd only cry. Wouldn't you?"

@mr–problematic

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“I-I’d say ’jump off a bridge’, b-but you’d only f-fuck that up too, wouldn’t you?”

Words shot back at the other without hesitation, he found his arm aching, bruised and sore from slamming it against the door enough times for it to give in, just as Gideon had given in to yet ANOTHER terrifying night. It wasn’t HIS fault that Alistair was so cocky he forgot tonight was a full moon, and it wasn’t HIS fault that the other had forgotten the key to his own goddamn house, and it wasn’t HIS fault that the Gleeful Mansion was the closest shelter they could have escaped to.

It never was his fault when it came to Alistair. He always managed to make life just THAT MUCH MORE DIFFICULT.

Rubbing his arm, he flinched a bit, eyes narrowed as he looked around.

“W-What w-were you even d-doing outside at t-this time of n-night anyways?”

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“I’m not a-asking for your secrets... I-I’m not asking ANYTHING f-from you, actually.” He shot back defensively, eyes narrowed at the others form. He seemed almost... SMALL, leaning against the wall on the floor. Casual. Less HIGH AND MIGHTY and more HUMAN. It was almost enough to make Gideon feel more COMFORTABLE around him--

Almost, but not quite.

Every time he was around Alistair, his skin crawled and his stomach flipped, fear scratching at the edge of his conscious like a cat that had been left unfed for too long.

Putting his head between his knees and wrapping his arms around himself protectively, he took a shaky breath.

“You make me so u-uncomfortable...” He groaned, uncertain whether it was the potion compelling him to say this, or just the general unpleasantness he was experiencing. “I feel like I-I’m being stalked b-by a predator w-when you’re around. You’re d-dangerous and I don’t like b-being near you when you g-get like this. I d-don’t like that you’re so close to Paz. I want you t-to leave us alone.” Definitely the potion.

#mr--problematic

(Mr--problematic) "I'd say I told you so, but you'd only cry. Wouldn't you?"

@mr–problematic

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“I-I’d say ’jump off a bridge’, b-but you’d only f-fuck that up too, wouldn’t you?”

Words shot back at the other without hesitation, he found his arm aching, bruised and sore from slamming it against the door enough times for it to give in, just as Gideon had given in to yet ANOTHER terrifying night. It wasn’t HIS fault that Alistair was so cocky he forgot tonight was a full moon, and it wasn’t HIS fault that the other had forgotten the key to his own goddamn house, and it wasn’t HIS fault that the Gleeful Mansion was the closest shelter they could have escaped to.

It never was his fault when it came to Alistair. He always managed to make life just THAT MUCH MORE DIFFICULT.

Rubbing his arm, he flinched a bit, eyes narrowed as he looked around.

“W-What w-were you even d-doing outside at t-this time of n-night anyways?”

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His wounds ached, but not NEARLY as much as his head.

One cheek swollen with a forming bruise and lip split, Gideon could hardly register the physical surface pain he was feeling over the pounding of his head. This situation was ridiculous. Absurd. He was FURIOUS with Pacifica and Rue for doing this, and even MORE FURIOUS AT HIMSELF for falling for it. How he had managed to take the bitter tasting TRUTH POTION without knowing beforehand was beyond his comprehension, and how he had been LOCKED in a room with Alistair was beyond ANYONES comprehension.

Pressing his lips together, he looked over at the other, staying safely on one side of the room, far out of his reach and far out of reach from the fiery temper he knew all too well at this point.

“W...” He began, a sigh leaving his lips. “... What even... This is...” He shook his head, unable to find the words as he sat on the couch, hands grabbing the edge of the seat.

“... W-What are you thinking?”

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(Mr--problematic) "I'd say I told you so, but you'd only cry. Wouldn't you?"

@mr–problematic

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“I-I’d say ’jump off a bridge’, b-but you’d only f-fuck that up too, wouldn’t you?”

Words shot back at the other without hesitation, he found his arm aching, bruised and sore from slamming it against the door enough times for it to give in, just as Gideon had given in to yet ANOTHER terrifying night. It wasn’t HIS fault that Alistair was so cocky he forgot tonight was a full moon, and it wasn’t HIS fault that the other had forgotten the key to his own goddamn house, and it wasn’t HIS fault that the Gleeful Mansion was the closest shelter they could have escaped to.

It never was his fault when it came to Alistair. He always managed to make life just THAT MUCH MORE DIFFICULT.

Rubbing his arm, he flinched a bit, eyes narrowed as he looked around.

“W-What w-were you even d-doing outside at t-this time of n-night anyways?”

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Hot mess? Makes sense? ... Sexual tension?

There was a moment after the words left the other that Gideon was silent, blinking as he ran the sentences over and over again in his mind...

Until he burst out laughing.

Laughter, bright and genuine, escaped him as he shook his head, white curly hair shaking with the movement, shoulders trembling from the sheer force of HUMOR the other had thrown at him. “I w-wouldn’t--!!” He kept laughing, trailing off for a moment to catch his breath. “I wouldn’t call y-you attractive if I-it would keep me alive!” He chuckled, only to stiffen immediately as the other stepped forward, small noise of strain leaving his body as the backpack got heavier, but he stubbornly refused to let go. Scowling, he turned to face the other, kicking his shin with the same force he had knocked down the door with.

“BULLSHIT! T-This isn’t about power. Like I g-give a shit about you! I’m just protecting everyone y-you would screw over with this. I couldn’t care less what you see m-me as.”

#mr--problematic

(Mr--problematic) "I'd say I told you so, but you'd only cry. Wouldn't you?"

@mr–problematic

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“I-I’d say ’jump off a bridge’, b-but you’d only f-fuck that up too, wouldn’t you?”

Words shot back at the other without hesitation, he found his arm aching, bruised and sore from slamming it against the door enough times for it to give in, just as Gideon had given in to yet ANOTHER terrifying night. It wasn’t HIS fault that Alistair was so cocky he forgot tonight was a full moon, and it wasn’t HIS fault that the other had forgotten the key to his own goddamn house, and it wasn’t HIS fault that the Gleeful Mansion was the closest shelter they could have escaped to.

It never was his fault when it came to Alistair. He always managed to make life just THAT MUCH MORE DIFFICULT.

Rubbing his arm, he flinched a bit, eyes narrowed as he looked around.

“W-What w-were you even d-doing outside at t-this time of n-night anyways?”

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If his arm wasn’t hurt, he would punch that smirk right off the others weaselly face.

“Y-You’re a perfect mess, t-thats what you a-are.” He could feel his face flushing as anger ran through him. God, he was half tempted to open the doors and just let the werewolves kill them both. Alistair was such a PAIN that being ripped apart seemed like a HEALTHIER alternative. Grey eyes falling to the others hand, he snorted, taking a step back and holding the backpack where he had tucked the journal tightly against his chest.

THE THIRD JOURNAL was SAFELY at home... And now THIS ONE would be safely out of the hands of a maniac.

“L-Like hell!”

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(Mr--problematic) "I'd say I told you so, but you'd only cry. Wouldn't you?"

@mr--problematic

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“I-I’d say ’jump off a bridge’, b-but you’d only f-fuck that up too, wouldn’t you?”

Words shot back at the other without hesitation, he found his arm aching, bruised and sore from slamming it against the door enough times for it to give in, just as Gideon had given in to yet ANOTHER terrifying night. It wasn’t HIS fault that Alistair was so cocky he forgot tonight was a full moon, and it wasn’t HIS fault that the other had forgotten the key to his own goddamn house, and it wasn’t HIS fault that the Gleeful Mansion was the closest shelter they could have escaped to.

It never was his fault when it came to Alistair. He always managed to make life just THAT MUCH MORE DIFFICULT.

Rubbing his arm, he flinched a bit, eyes narrowed as he looked around.

“W-What w-were you even d-doing outside at t-this time of n-night anyways?”

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Hesitance and uncertainty plagued the boy at the words leaving the other, lips pressing together as shaky hands clasped each other for support. With Mabel, she could VERY WELL MEAN each and every syllable she had said, INCLUDING the small ‘stabbing’ issue... The very idea made his stomach flip, but the butterflies he felt in her presence overcame the fear more and more frequently these days, it seemed.

“... I-- W-Well...” He cleared his throat, smiling softly. “I actually... Remembered you l-liked those... So I-I’ve been trying t-to learn how to make t-them myself...” He shuffled his feet awkwardly. “I m-mean, I’ll TOTALLY get you o-one from Starbucks if y-you’d rather! I m-mean, I doubt mine is a-as good...”

Random Song Lyric Starters 1

Gooey

“Alright, come close.”

“Let me show you everything I know.”

“Right my little pooh bear, wanna take a chance?”

“I’ll say I told you so, but you just gonna cry.”

“You just wanna know those peanut butter vibes.”

“I can’t take this place.”

“I just want to go where I can get some space.”

“I’ve been there.”

“I’ve done this all before.”

Monster

“Tell me again how much it hurts.”

“Get out of my room.”

“I’m guessing that I’ve grown horns.”

“I guess I’m human no more.”

“I can tell I’ve rotted in your brain.”

“You think I’m a crazy bitch.”

“I’ve said my speech.”

“Are you still in there?”

“Well, this ends bad then.”

“We’re both guilty of black or white thinking.”

“All of your scars are looking more like scales.”

My Type

“I’m a man who’s got very specific taste.”

“You’re just my type!”

“You’ve got a pulse and you are breathing.”

“I can’t help myself but stare.”

“I think it’s time that we get leaving.”

Sweet Talk

“When it’s cold, I get warm just thinking of you.”

“When I’m alone, I stare at stars and hope dreams come true.”

“You’re probably not aware that I’m even here…”

“You might not know that I exist, but I don’t even care!”

“Everything you say… It sounds like sweet talk to my ears.”

“Being your punchline still is something.”

“You might want me to drop dead, but I don’t even care!”

Oh No!

“Oh no! I fell in love with you.”

“You fell in love with me.”

“What shall we do?”

“Oh no! What’s happened to my heart?”

“I am a victim of cupid and his arrow up above.”

“I’ll let you give me one last kiss goodbye.”

Coffee Boi

“How’d I miss the only babe in the window?”

“Take a walk if you need to.”

“How’d I waste my youth on every pretty afternoon?”

“Oh, well I’m sure that there’s someone for you.”

Ultimately

“Ultimately, I don’t understand a thing.”

“I try to do the best I can.”

“I apologize for all your tears.”

“I wish I could be different.”

“I’m still growing up.”

“I think I’m better when I’m with you.”

“I think I need to learn to love myself.”

“So for now we’ll say goodbye.”

“It takes me back to you.”

Birthday Party

“I bet it’s always gonna stay this fun.”

“So, thank you.”

“My minute has been going great.”

“I bet my ignorance is always bliss.”

“Thank you, for coming to my birthday party.”

“I bet I’ll never outgrow all my friends.”

“Yeah, I can tell this life’ll be a cinch.”

“And that’s just how it is.”

@starrypsychic

… What t-the hell are you two o-on about?

... I d-don't think Paz is trying to actively destroy a-anything. Why would she want t-to split us up? D-do you think she's still in love with you?

@starrypsychic

… What t-the hell are you two o-on about?

... Then what does that have t-to do with me? That c-can't be all. Please d-don't lie to me.

@starrypsychic

… What t-the hell are you two o-on about?

Marion, j-just tell me.

@starrypsychic

… What t-the hell are you two o-on about?

R-Really? So, you're telling m-me if I ask Paz what you two a-are up to, she'll say 'nothing' as w-well??

#mobile #//omg take your time #❤️

@starrypsychic

... What t-the hell are you two o-on about?

#starrypsychic #//and he appears to settle the score

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❣-@freckledpines //let gideon kiss fight his boyfriend you cowards

Send me ❣ for my muse to react to yours pinning them against a wall and kissing them.

Mason had been making his way through his mansion- or rather, their mansion, Gideon had been living with him recently for the past month now. The two taking up residence in the east wing while the west wing was their study essentially. He was on his way to the study when he noticed his puffy little marshmallow coming towards him. What he didn’t notice was the scowl on his flushed face before he found himself caught between the wall and the white haired male. “Gideon-” he started, a low growl coming into his tone until he found the other’s lips, harshly on his; shutting him up for the time being.

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