Dude, I&#x27;m not your bro

The only thing that is heard is laughter, awful, hysterical laughter and a light banging sound. That banging being the sound of his hand smacking against the table he's sitting at, "Your weak ass will believe anything! Thanks for the laugh, Alois. I'm bored up here and one of my inmates jacked my phone for me. Nice to hear from you."

Hang up.

I'm not finished with you guys yet.

It could have been literally anyone who walked down that hallway, who caught Tony’s attention and made him life like that— it could have been Ciel, and still all of Alois’ attention would have been drawn to the knife pressed against his stomach that was so tensed up it was painful. He was not brave, he wasn’t and he knew it and that’s why all he could think about right now was I don’t want to die.

There tears hadn’t stopped falling, but with Tony’s gaze averted he risked a glance at Pierce. It was brief, he caught Violet’s eye on the way up, and couldn’t communicate a thing to her through his blind panic. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew that she might be able to save him, but Pierce was covered in blood and the point of Tony’s knife was rubbing against the skin on his stomach, and he couldn’t tell if it was sweat or blood welling against the tip— if it was blood, he wasn’t sure whose it was.

The kiss didn’t register right away but when it did Alois’ eyes flew open out of pure shock, his mouth being forced open against his will and he was going to throw up. He was going to throw up or impale himself on the goddamn knife if it meant getting him off; Alois did something else.

Alois bite him as hard as he could. Tip of the tongue and Tony’s dry bottom lip, he forced his teeth down into the flesh until he was absolutely positive he tasted blood.

When he kissed Alois that triggered her anger. It boiled. Immediately she resorted to the easiest ability. She faded where she stood as if she disappeared into thin air. What Tony wasn’t prepared for, was an invisible hand snatching that knife. And with a loud shriek a force field which seemed to come out of nowhere engulfs the hallway and it shoved Tony into the lockers. Violet in her enraged state was able to tug him by his wrist, her chest pushed against his back. Now she was the one holding him at knife point. Right against his neck, “Now you listen to me, Tony Rydinger.”

Her mouth was right against his ear. And she was purposely sighing. This was an intimate moment, “Do you know what my favorite thing about you is?” Right against skin the knife is pressed, “It’s the way you turn into a pathetic puppy when someone stronger than you challenges you. Oh my goodness. Look at your bloody lip! How the tables have turned.” This was the exact closure she needed. And her eyes show no remorse, “If you go near my brother again, I will kill you. Do you hear me? I will come for you and I will kill you. The police are on my side, baby. Can you feel that heat between us? Do you remember the awful things you said? That’s right. I never forgot it, Tony.”

Violet isn’t in her super suit. She’d revealed herself to him. And she didn’t care.

#tgdt #theinvisibilitygame

Everything happens so quickly, the knife is being pulled out of his hand by...nothing.

What the--

And now, he's being bitten in the lip, and he doesn't hold back that pained scream, enough to cause him to smack the boy right across the face before he's somehow being thrown, and harshly into the lockers, enough for him to grunt. That's when it occurs to him, Violet Parr is doing this, and now, before he can fix himself, he's drawn right against her, and the blade is taunting the skin of his neck. Like a dog with a tail between its legs, he's shaking and afraid, "Yh-yhou're--"

Everything she says, and everything she's just don. Oh, he remembers the night in Alois's house, "You're her. You're-- incredigirl?" No way. Tony can easily raise his arms up, overpower her. He could kill her, right here, but is it worth it? He's too terrified to make another move, and instead he listens, "I won't. I won't touch him." Shit, he didn't know of her persona. Hell, if he'd known, none of this would have happened. To mess with a super? That's a big mistake, "I won't touch him, I won't. Just let me go."

I'm not finished with you guys yet.

"No—!" Like it was the only word Alois could confidently say, it jerked out past his teeth when he was slammed into the lockers and he was winded from the force, and that kept him pinned there with his eyes squeezed shut, reliving the break in, reliving nearly getting his nose broken when something so similar had happened in the boys locker room months ago— Reliving that was better than being fully aware of reality. He’d been saved those times. He’d caught the flash of the blade under the light, and the tears had broke along with his pride.

Alois was not brave.

Pierce was, or maybe he was stupid.

Alois just remembered the blood, and screaming his friend’s name when he collapsed. He didn’t see where the blade plunged into him, just saw him go down and then his sense were full of horror; Tony’s menacing face, the metallic tang of blood up his nose and on his tongue. And the worst part, the knife warm with Pierce’s blood against his skin and quick fingers pulling open the front of his jeans. “I— I-h won’t run… I wh-wh-on’t run…”

He couldn’t even breathe, let alone work his legs. He turned his face away from Pierce and tried not to throw up when Tony’s mouth was against his ear. Words gave way to sobbing.

This was personal. Alois wasn’t even her friend anymore. He hadn’t been for the entire school year because last year she’d made some big mistakes. But to this day, she couldn’t let go of him. He still meant everything to her. Violet Parr wasn’t playing around anymore. Breaking the super hero rules was unfortunately going to happen because she didn’t have a choice.

Violet turned down the hall quietly tip toeing and she was already horrified by the scene of it all. Pierce Cafiero drenched in his own blood. And Tony groping her brother. (Which is still how she saw him)

With a deep inhale she whistled. She wanted Tony’s attention, “Hey.” She looked him over. And did her best not to appear vulnerable. This was the hardest thing she would ever do, “Let…let go of him. This is the only warning I’m giving you.” She caught a glimpse of Alois. She didn’t even know what sort of look to give him. That made matters worse, “Gimme your knife. And walk away or you’ll regret it.”

Of course his attention is drawn away at the whistle, and he grins awfully so when he sees that all too familiar face, "Little miss Violet." He has to laugh, hysterically, in fact, "Are you still going to the ends of the fucking earth for this kid?" The knife is pressed against his stomach, and his shirt is lifted, "Because, I hope you haven't forgotten what you did to him." Slight pressure is added, enough to scare the boy, "He hates your fucking guts, and that's never going to change, because all you do is make his life worse." He nods, as if everything he is saying is absolute fact, "Yeah. Think about it, baby. Every single awful thing that's happened to him...it's all happened because if you. You ruined his life, and yet you still try to win him over."

Turning back to Alois, his eyes give off far darker intentions, "Don't struggle." The eyes don't stay there for long, before they're turning back to greet Violet again, "You're a pathetic little girl who will never have her life together. So, go ahead, you little slut. I would love to see you make me regret it." Another laugh, "You can't, and you won't because you're a weak little bitch. You let this kid walk all over you, and then you fuck his boyfriend and lie to the chink skank about it because you are just a fucking mess. So go ahead, stop me."

There's no more hesitation to be given, his gaze is back on Alois, and he's crashing his lips against his, refusing to let him pull away.

#tgdt #stickyspiderlips

I'm not finished with you guys yet.

This has been a long time coming. The look in his eyes says it all, none of this has been forgotten. Violet and her stupid fucking mental problems, Pierce and is stupid fucking feelings for somebody else— for having the god damn audacity to come out in public, to the team, when they damn well knew he and Tony were thick as thieves. Yeah, like he needs the team thinking he’s a fag. Then there’s Alois, and his stupid fucking need to be a god damn little tease. Oh, he’ll make sure he doesn’t forget.

The hallway is baron, it’s quiet, aside from the echo of a classroom door that has been shut at the far end. Class is in session, and there’s one person in the hall, other than himself. One of the people he’s looking to see, "Pierce Cafiero." Like poison on his tongue, the name is spoken so bitterly. Tony’s eyes look crazed, intense.

Pierce, of course, standing in front of his open locker rolls his eyes, as if he isn’t intimidated in the slightest, but of course he is, “Look, I’m really not in the mood for banter, just let me get to class, bro. If you wanna’ talk, we’ll talk later before I bounce.”

With a scoff, Tony is shaking his head, and he’s quick to approach the former jock, slamming his locker shut, “Oh no, Piercy…” The hand is pulled out of his pocket, and there it is. The knife, “We’re going to talk right now.”

Arms coming up in front of him as if to defend himself, he takes a step back, “What happened to talking?”

"This is beyond talking pretty boy.”

Oh, but that’s when a gasp is heard, and standing right in front of the boys bathroom is none other than Alois Trancy. Somehow Tony finds the ability to smile, “Oh, hey, you. I’ve been looking for you. Come on— come on, come over and stand next to Piercy boy. Just not too close! The kid might get a boner, and get off in the middle of the hall.”

"Tony, I swear to god, you touch him—!" Stepping forward to defend the blond had been a mistake. The tip of that knife is pressed against his hip, pushing in just a little.

"Come any closer and I will cut you nave to nose." The threat is not to be tested, "Step back, Pierce. I want to talk to the boy who doesn’t love you.” That’s when the gaze returns to that freckle dusted face, and he’s already grabbing his wrist with his free hand, “Get over here.” Pulled full against him.

"Tony, don’t touch him!"

"SHUT IT, PIERCE."

Let the lock down begin.

It was the kind of scene that had made up Alois’ nightmares in the weeks after his last ordeal with Tony. After he’d forced his way into Alois’ home and left a permanent reminder of the night on the skin of his thigh; a little scar, a fleck where the blade had driven in deepest, but there nonetheless.

It was covered today by the jeans he wore, his phone tucked into the back pocket of them when he swung out of the boy’s bathroom door and out into the empty hall. He had maths, which he wasn’t very keen on… But he would have rather sat through a thousand hours of maths than face what he was right now. Of course it was Pierce. It was always Pierce, and Tony who looked strung out and deadly; not angry, just… toxic. It billowed under his eyes and spilled from his mouth when he spoke.

The gasp escapes him before he can think better. He’s seen, Tony smiles at him and Alois feels the room spin around him. It’s a wave of nausea and panic that frays his nerves. Before there is even a hand laid on him, the blond is shaking.

“No—!” It pitches high but is strangled out when his face collides into Tony’s chest. He almost screamed, fighting to put some distance between them.

"—Please don’t—”

"Please don't? Please don't what, Alois?" There's that chilling little laugh, "I'm anxious to hear what your pathetic ass is trying to stop me from doing." The free hand, is already letting go of his wrist, in favor of pushing him roughly against the lockers, and it slides down his front, until it's grabbing his thigh, squeezing it, "Do it for Pierce, I bet he'd love to watch me touch you like this." That hand slides higher, and higher-- squeezing all the more until...

"You get the fuck away from him--!" Pierce can't help it, and his hand grips his former best friend's shoulder, drawing him back, just as his other hand pushes forward plunges the blade right below his shoulder, and with a grunt, Pierce's legs shake, and they give out. He falls to the ground with a thud, holding onto the wound that is now profoundly bleeding.

Tony Rydinger has no mercy as it turns to Alois, not bothering to wipe the blade clean as it strokes against porcelain skin now wriddled with the blood of his friend, "Now you know not to run, right, Alois? You're going to stay right here." As his fingers pluck away at the first button of his jeans, "And you're going to do what I want."

Poor Pierce, trying to stop him, and he can't. He simply can't, it's so difficult to move, "Dh-hon't...!"

Ignoring the boy, Tony leans in, lips pressed to his ear, "I can't wait to play with you the way I know you've been dying to for months. You've been asking for this."

#tgdt #stickyspiderlips

I'm not finished with you guys yet.

This has been a long time coming. The look in his eyes says it all, none of this has been forgotten. Violet and her stupid fucking mental problems, Pierce and is stupid fucking feelings for somebody else-- for having the god damn audacity to come out in public, to the team, when they damn well knew he and Tony were thick as thieves. Yeah, like he needs the team thinking he's a fag. Then there's Alois, and his stupid fucking need to be a god damn little tease. Oh, he'll make sure he doesn't forget.

The hallway is baron, it's quiet, aside from the echo of a classroom door that has been shut at the far end. Class is in session, and there's one person in the hall, other than himself. One of the people he's looking to see, "Pierce Cafiero." Like poison on his tongue, the name is spoken so bitterly. Tony's eyes look crazed, intense.

Pierce, of course, standing in front of his open locker rolls his eyes, as if he isn't intimidated in the slightest, but of course he is, "Look, I'm really not in the mood for banter, just let me get to class, bro. If you wanna' talk, we'll talk later before I bounce."

With a scoff, Tony is shaking his head, and he's quick to approach the former jock, slamming his locker shut, "Oh no, Piercy..." The hand is pulled out of his pocket, and there it is. The knife, "We're going to talk right now."

Arms coming up in front of him as if to defend himself, he takes a step back, "What happened to talking?"

"This is beyond talking pretty boy."

Oh, but that's when a gasp is heard, and standing right in front of the boys bathroom is none other than Alois Trancy. Somehow Tony finds the ability to smile, "Oh, hey, you. I've been looking for you. Come on-- come on, come over and stand next to Piercy boy. Just not too close! The kid might get a boner, and get off in the middle of the hall."

"Tony, I swear to god, you touch him--!" Stepping forward to defend the blond had been a mistake. The tip of that knife is pressed against his hip, pushing in just a little.

"Come any closer and I will cut you nave to nose." The threat is not to be tested, "Step back, Pierce. I want to talk to the boy who doesn't love you." That's when the gaze returns to that freckle dusted face, and he's already grabbing his wrist with his free hand, "Get over here." Pulled full against him.

"Tony, don't touch him!"

"SHUT IT, PIERCE."

Let the lock down begin.

#tgdt #stickyspiderlips

And all of Tony's friends will wear 'Free Tony' t-shirts to school tomorrow, thank you.

OH SHANNON I FORGOT TO GIVE YOU AN IMPORTANT GIFT FROM MY VACATION

I got you this necklace from a shop that was on this boardwalk area that’s a lot like the nautical mile and it comes with a little card that talks about the mythology of mermaids and if you wear it and encounter a mermaid, if you show them the necklace they’ll know that you know of their trickery and apparently will treat you with respect.

I’ll drop it off tomorrow and we can maybe do a taco bell run?

#Now I have three every day necklaces LOL

SCREAMS AT YOU

OMFG I WILL WEAR IT EVERY SINGLE DAY OF MY LIFE I LOVE I THANK YOU SO MUCH AHHHHhhhHHH

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So sweet and innocent looking and then there’s the muses you choose…

That's how I roll

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Oh happy belated munday! Here's the face behind the douchebag.

#ooc

[text UNKNOWN NUMBER]: I've been kicked out since this morning and i didn't bring my charger. Please? I won't stay long.

It felt off. Something felt strange, but maybe it was just because of what Vilet had said. He was projecting.

Besides, Claude was home. He would be fine.

[text]: okay. i’ll come down.

Alois had been in the motions of running away, getting back upstairs before Tony could get the door open, but the fact was that there was everything against him. Tony was a strong, fast jock and Alois… wasn’t. He was scrawny and unfit and terrified, which made him clumsy and ultimately easy to catch.

There was a whimper when his arms were caught and he was forcibly dragged closer against the tiles, eyes squeezed shut and his arms rigid. “I—” His voice cracks, and he has to swallow hard and try to stop his haphazard breathing. This boy scares him so much, he makes Alois feel so small. “I’m not a tease! I haven’t done anything with him—” He twists, tips his head back and attempts to scream, “Claude-!”

He laughs again, a very taunting laugh. A laugh that is so dark, you can hear the anger and jealousy wrapped up within it. It’s terrifying no doubt, but when Alois prepared to scream, his hand comes right up; cupping his mouth tightly, “A noise, and I will tape your mouth. If you think I didn’t come prepared, you are out of your fucking mind.” He pushes them both forward, shoving the boy against the wall, but he keeps his hand where it is on his mouth, “Don’t bite, don’t do anything at all, or I will cut you.”

He is serious, his other hand reaching into the pocket of his hoodie to pull out a sharp blade, a small pocket knife, but still large enough to do damage if he truly wanted to, “Why are you hanging out with Pierce?” He presses the blade to his neck, and does not take his hand away, “Are you going to stop hanging out with Pierce?” He won’t move his hand, but he wants to see him nod. To see him obey. Again he asks, eerily calm, “Are you going to stop hanging out with Pierce?”

And he cries, because he can’t do anything else. They’re big, hot droplets that run down and gather in the crease where Tony’s hand meets Alois’ lips and cheeks. Eyes wide and unblinking glance down at the blade that catches the overhead light, gleaming just as menacingly as Tony’s voice, low and close to him. Alois is struggling to comprehend anything that’s being said to him, his heart hammering against his ribs and his breaths sharp and shuddery against the hand that traps them.

And then he’s hardly breathing at all when the cold blade is pressed to his skin. He’s petrified, he can’t move even though he wants to. The fire that Alois usually confronts Tony with was dashed out, not even embers. So the blond nods, eyes squeezed shut, the movement measured and weary of the pocket knife that’s warming up against his skin. He nods again and presses the tips of his fingernails into the palms of his own hands.

#Less let Rini do one more reply and then I think it's safe for you to jump in

"Good." He smiles, not releasing the boy from his grip. Keeping his hand pressed tight over his mouth, and the knife in place, "Because you know he's only interested in that body of yours, right?" He lies, cringing at the thought of them together, "He wants you naked, and to touch you everywhere and watch you mewl and whimper like a little bitch, and then he'll be done with you." He leans in, whispering now, "I'm only doing you a favor, Alois. You deserve so much better, don't you think?"

He isn't finished yet. He still has more to do, "Why bother advertising these thighs, when all it's going to do is make douchebags like Pierce want a piece of you, and then toss you in the garbage?" The knife slides down his front, "Cover them, it's just a tease." That's when he slashes into his thigh, "You are a mother fucking tease."

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Dear Tony Rydinger,

It's that time again.

you're real fucked up in the head, dude. wait, that's an understatement, umm... you're not just fucked up in the head, you need to get locked up in the nuthouse or something

The public would sooner believe the lies I coo up, than listen to a coward like you.

#Anonymous

[text UNKNOWN NUMBER]: I've been kicked out since this morning and i didn't bring my charger. Please? I won't stay long.

It felt off. Something felt strange, but maybe it was just because of what Vilet had said. He was projecting.

Besides, Claude was home. He would be fine.

[text]: okay. i’ll come down.

Alois had left his phone on his bed, a lapse in judgement, and headed down stairs with not as much caution as he should have. But his logic was this; Claude was upstairs, in his bedroom, and he had an entire family of Superheroes close enough that if he needed help, they would know it.

And surely they wouldn’t have let Tony anywhere near his house in the first place. So, turning on lights as he went, the blond headed for the side door, unlocking it and pulling it open.

His voice died in his throat. As quickly as he opened the door, he moved to shut it against Tony’s face.

The door is shut, but his is quick to grab onto the handle, shoving it open again. It proves to be a bit of a struggle, but he manages. “Lucky for you I didn’t come alone. You know, just in case you had people around. Your little nark was eavesdropping, I’m sure you knew this was coming.” He shuts the door behind him and laughs, “Now you and I are going to ‘talk’, Alois.”

Tony grabs his arm, and pulls him closer, “Talk about you and Pierce. Talk about what a fucking tease you are.”

He laughs again, a very taunting laugh. A laugh that is so dark, you can hear the anger and jealousy wrapped up within it. It's terrifying no doubt, but when Alois prepared to scream, his hand comes right up; cupping his mouth tightly, "A noise, and I will tape your mouth. If you think I didn't come prepared, you are out of your fucking mind." He pushes them both forward, shoving the boy against the wall, but he keeps his hand where it is on his mouth, "Don't bite, don't do anything at all, or I will cut you."

He is serious, his other hand reaching into the pocket of his hoodie to pull out a sharp blade, a small pocket knife, but still large enough to do damage if he truly wanted to, "Why are you hanging out with Pierce?" He presses the blade to his neck, and does not take his hand away, "Are you going to stop hanging out with Pierce?" He won't move his hand, but he wants to see him nod. To see him obey. Again he asks, eerily calm, "Are you going to stop hanging out with Pierce?"

#i'm scaring myself #LOL

If you even look at him ever again I will make your life a living hell, Tony Rydinger. I will beat the living shit out of you.

[text UNKNOWN NUMBER]: I've been kicked out since this morning and i didn't bring my charger. Please? I won't stay long.

It felt off. Something felt strange, but maybe it was just because of what Vilet had said. He was projecting.

Besides, Claude was home. He would be fine.

[text]: okay. i’ll come down.

[text UNKNOWN NUMBER]: I’m at the side door <3

He is ready.

And surely they wouldn’t have let Tony anywhere near his house in the first place. So, turning on lights as he went, the blond headed for the side door, unlocking it and pulling it open.

His voice died in his throat. As quickly as he opened the door, he moved to shut it against Tony’s face.

The door is shut, but his is quick to grab onto the handle, shoving it open again. It proves to be a bit of a struggle, but he manages. "Lucky for you I didn't come alone. You know, just in case you had people around. Your little nark was eavesdropping, I'm sure you knew this was coming." He shuts the door behind him and laughs, "Now you and I are going to 'talk', Alois."

Tony grabs his arm, and pulls him closer, "Talk about you and Pierce. Talk about what a fucking tease you are."

[text UNKNOWN NUMBER]: I've been kicked out since this morning and i didn't bring my charger. Please? I won't stay long.

It felt off. Something felt strange, but maybe it was just because of what Vilet had said. He was projecting.

Besides, Claude was home. He would be fine.

[text]: okay. i’ll come down.