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The weather sucked ASS today. Stormy and rainy and flooding on campus. All the sidewalks and alleyways got flooded, so I had to run through campus. I was so distracted with just getting through campus and getting to the greenhouse, I didn't notice the door was already unlocked, and that someone else was in there.
A giant of a rabbit, dressed in all black and chains, with purple curly hair falling down to their biceps, in a black mask, was standing at the other side of the greenhouse. They were just... staring at the alliums with a bit of longing in their eyes.
I slightly move past, heading to a corner with a little chair and take a breath. This is my little studying corner. Normally this is for reaching taller plants, but sometimes people use it to study. I know I do.
The other person took to the concrete, writing something in a notebook and staring at the alliums. It's interesting...
"You know you can make vinegar with that, right?" I ask, kind of curious.
They jump a bit, their ears twitch as they look over. Their nose slightly twitches under their mask, as they stutter "I-Ineresting... I uh... needed new inspiration and the greenhouse was unlocked. Students can uh... go in here. Right?"
"Oh, yeah. No one besides anyone in the bio tracks really uses it, but I come in here since I like them."
"Ah..." and they go back to writing. I go back to my homework, typing up some lab response stuff. They get up, and walk over, handing a piece of paper to me, and walk away.
I'm confused, but hey, at least it's just paper.

I'm Bonnie, he/him, 345-456-3929

Well... not the worst way I've gotten a number. A quick type, save, and messgae of

*Hey, this is Springtrap, the person from the greenhouse who asked about alliums. They/them ^^*

Sent.

*Heyyyyyyy, sorry I was awkward. I had to run to class. You down for coffee at 2?*

*nw, and ye id <3 that.*
*Western Shores?*

*Yeah! They've got some good coffee, plus accessible on campus.*
*At least if you're on campus*

*aaaaaaa, ic*
*Got any reccs then? I'd adore some more places*

*There's one that also hosts bands and stuff that I like frequenting, but it's a bit far by bus. I do like taking the bus, supporting public transportation.*

*Aaaaaa i just walk instead. Plus, i like walking places*
*u see a lot of cool plants*

*Ahhhh cool cool cool!! I gotta run to class though, see you at 2!*

*byebye!!*

I put my phone away and continue lab responses. How I crave death.

2 PM rolls around and I'm standing by the coffeeshop entrance, scrolling through pinterest, when-
"Hey, sorry I'm late. I got into a fun discussion with the professor about melodies. Mostly writing melodies." Bonnie appears, jogging over and making large stepping sounds with his boots. His ears twitch a bit as he looks at me, his eyes staring slightly at me.
"Ah, it's no worries! I got here like... a second ago." I put my phone away, and back from the wall with a push. "Plus, I've got all day. I get fridays off luckily."
Bonnie looks a bit surprised, but nods and walks with. He takes off his fanged mask and sighs as he shoves it into his pocket. His face is... kind of cute to be honest. Besides the ears, it's more clear he's a rabbit like me. But he's a very vibrant purple, while I look down on my arm and see a bit more of a muted green.
Bonnie went first, ordering an iced mocha. His voice was kind of rough, with rasp and growl. It was... actually super cool to listen to.
I'm up next, ordering an iced london fog. It's got a weird bitter aftertaste that feels right. Bonnie notices my voice, and raises a hand to their throat. I'm sure there's a difference, since mine is a lot less rougher but deeper. After paying for mine, I walk off to stand next to Bonnie.
"So... What do you normally do?" Bonnie asks, shifting as he stood. The chains dangling from his pants jingled a bit as he moved.
"Oh, I do botany, it's a division of the biology major focused more on the plants part. I really like gardening, but they don't really offer courses here about that, so leanring about what makes those plants is cool. What about you?" I look over, and I get a glimpse at his eyes. Christ on a stick they're amazing, bright magenta that would look perfect in a greenhouse stare back at me. He smiles at my response and question, his... fangs? Showing back.
"Well, I'm a music major. I know a lot already but I figured if I got in, I'd probably learn something more."
"And how's that going for you?"
"Weeeell, it seems it's just basic information I can't skip since trying to use my own work counts as "advertising", ugh." He does airquotes for advertising, as he talks. "Oh and I know you're looking at my mouth."
Any thoughts I was in got jolted out of me, as he looks right at me. "I uh... I wasn't staring at your mouth."
"No worries if you did. You don't really see rabbits with super sharp canines like you would on like... a fox. I've got like... an eighth fox in me? Something like that. Honestly besides the vivid color in my fur and my teeth, that's pretty much it. I'd be a duller purple if not."
"Ooh... that's actually really cool! I uh... don't know a lot of people who are mixed like that. Like in terms of regions, one of my best friends is half chinese. But in terms of species? I think I know... a liger but only because they were a classmate."
"My band's full of them, it's kind of cool."
"You play in a band!?" I look with excitement, my tail probably causing a tornado.
"Yeah. It's like... a small band. We've got a drummer, pianist, a violinist somehow, and I do guitar. Plus we all do vocals if we can."
"That's awesome! Do you guys play anywhere or on any streaming or released music or-"
"We haven't done a formal release yet, so you gotta wait unfortunately. We do play some live shows, and it's cool seeing who joins us. Doing like... punk rock esque music with a violin always draws in multiple crowds, from violinists to punk rockers to even classical musicians. We actually have a show tonight at NonVen, around 9 PM. It's the cafe I was discussing earlier, and still far. But the violinist owns a truck, so we all just cram in with our equipment instead."
"Woooahhh... that's cool!! I'll have to see if my roommate can give me a ride."
"Iced mocha for Bonnie! Iced london fog for Spring!"
"Oh shit, I forgot we ordered drinks" Bonnie says, taking his drink and handing me mine. We end up finding a table down in the back of the cafe, with an outlet right next to us. What luck.
"Hm, who's your roommate?"
"Oh! Qianlan, goes by Mangle though since she says she "mangles fashion into her plaything." A slight look of recognition flies over Bonnie's face.
"Wait... Pink hair, platformers usually, and head of the fashion club?"
"That's her!"
"Oh I've met her! Chica sometimes brings her around for some help with styling. It's where we got the idea to wear star themed stuff to our performances from our band name."
"Band name? And wait you met Mangle?"
"Yeah, she's a fun person. And we're called Star Strikers. It's kind of fun hearing it be yelled out when being introduced."
"Ooh, interesting. I gotta go to one of your shows then." I take a sip of my london fog. Still a bitter aftertaste as always, perfection. Bonnie takes a sip of his mocha.
"Can I ask an odd question?"
"Go ahead, depending on how odd it is."
"Are you from the main cities? You kind of... have this more mixed voice? Like... your vowels sound duller."
"Ooh, you got me good. Yeah I'm from the main cities. Raised by persian parents but the main city stuck more. However sometimes when I'm yelling or mad, I slightly dip into that talk. How'd you even guess that?"
"I had an interest in accents and voices when I was younger, plus my other roommate really likes that kind of stuff. Also a lot of my friends are from that area, and have the same voice roughly. I was raised up here, so I ended up getting this city's sound."
"Huh, interesting how much a voice can reveal about one person. I focus more on the singing part, so I'm always curious about that. It pains me though when someone says a singer is basic but you can hear the quirks in their voice. Like the glamrocks! A lot of people say they sing basic but Freds got this smoothness and flow you can't replicate just doing the bare minimum. ChiChi's got this upbeatness that bounces with Freds', and Monty's got this cool tone that makes octave jumps sound effortless despite him going through high notes. And don't get me started on Roxanne! She's probably got the best pitch control and the way she sings is like she's latching onto every note. Plus her growls? You can't do that with the bare minimum!" Bonnie animately explained, waving his drink around slightly. The small bit of silence leaves him slightly blushing, as I laugh it off.
"No no, I get that. I'm way more interested in plants, and the stuff surrounding them. Like flower language! It's like, actually really cool and you can say so much with it. Like it's not just for love either! I've had to explain how to tell someone to die in a ditch with flowers and it's genuinely a fun sort of arrangement. Plus how else do you leave secret codes to someone?"
Bonnie sips his drink again, and asks "What do you think of roses then? A lot of people just use them for love and stuff, even though I'm sure there are other flowers that mean so much more."
"Oh absolutely but roses are iconic for their place in romance and the legends surrounding them. Plus it's a classic, but the best choice is your partner's favorite. I'm a personal favorite of alliums and lily of the valleys. Which fun fact, the former means unity, or prosperity and the latter can be sweetness and humility, or oddly enough, the tears of the virgin mary. It's so cool doing the research behind your favorite flower, and what it means. Plus, you can always make your own meaning if you feel a special enough connection."
Bonnie nods, as he listens. "I didn't think flowers would be this complicated. But I'm glad I did." He looks down to the check the time on his phone, and almost spits out his drink.
"Sorry Springtrap, I gotta run. I've got rehearsal." He picks up his drink and items and winks "It's been nice talking, let me know you got to the show" and booked it out the cafe.
Why did his wink make me blush, and the way he said my name...

***

It's about seven in the evening, and I'm looking at myself in the mirror. Mangle's coming with, and tried styling me. I'm wearing eyeliner thick enough to censor nipples, a lot of eyeshadow, and a few artistic "tear streaks", as she called them. Along with that, I've got a spiked choker, a ripped up shirt showing off a fishnet covering, a skirt that reveals my ass if I bend down, ripped tights, and my favorite work boots. A bunch of jewelry as well, and some clip on earrings, since I've only got one ear pierced. This all feels... weird, but it feels right. I guess Mangle knew what she was doing.
I leave my room, and lean on the kitchen counter, waiting for her. I don't have to wait long, as she walks out in a pair of shortshorts, her favorite croptop on top of a glittery shirt and sleeves, arm warmers, and heels thinner than some plant stems.
"You planning on floating everywhere?" I ask, a bit worried for her sanity and health. She waves it off, replying "Eh, I'll be fine. I've run in these and haven't even strained anything. You ready to go?"
"May as well." I get up with a push from the wall, and start walking with her.

The air is cool as she drives, windows down and music blasting. It's some pop act I can never remember the name of, but if she likes it, it's fine. My thoughts are elsewhere, but all of them centering Bonnie.
He's an interesting person. He mentioned his parents slightly, and I'll have to ask. Does he have any siblings, other friends? Does he like cooking, or reading? Does he take care of his voice? My main question is probably the last, considering the gravel.
He dresses so oddly, definitely going against the casual that's fairly popular here. He wears that mask as well... is it a health thing or just for aesthetics? I hope I'm not rude by asking that, or how he does his hair. It's so curly and soft looking. He's a natural purple too, which is quite interesting. I wonder what kind of music he likes... Does he like the stuff he makes? He mentioned something about punk rock... Would he like indie and maybe a bit of jazz? I'm not sure.
Before I know it, we're already at the cafe.
It's a bit of a rustic place, looking like it was a wood cabin before a cafe. There's already a lot of cars parked, which isn't as fun. Mangle finds a nice spot near the entrance, and we head in.
The decor of the interior is a lot more cafe vibed than the exterior. Tables and tables with different trinkets and chairs filled the space, as a group was getting ready to perform. It seems we took an hour, so it's almost showtime. I pick a seat near the front, and Mangle goes to get us tea. What's better with a concert than some tea? While taking note of the stage layout, it seems flowers were used in the decoration process. Lily of the valleys, to be exact. Huh, my favorite.
"I got some earl greys, since I didn't know the rest." Mangle says, coming with and handing me a cup.
"It's fine" I say, as I drink, "do you know any members of the band?"
Mangle sits for a bit, doing a long think, before she answers "I worked with them for styling for a bit. Plus, Chica is one of my best friends. Why?"
"Just wondering, since I met the guitarist today." I try and look away from Mangle's excited face, drinking my scorching tea.
"Oh my god oh my god oh my god you met Bonnie? He's so fucking cool, you're gonna love the band if you went just to see him!"
"Hey hey hey hey I didn't ask you about the band just to see him. I was... curious since they've got a mix of instruments. And also he was cool..." I mutter that last part, but Mangle's massive fox ears heard that, and the smile on her face became more evil. Before either of us can say anything, or she accusing me of a crush on the guitarist, the music starts.
The drums start, as a chicken plays. She keeps a steady pace, almost looking bored with what she's doing. Her companion, a... fox deer? Is playing a simple melody on the keyboard as well. At least he's awake, or looking awake. The opposite side of the stage, a bear, matched the fox's melody and played an octave lower. How... interesting.
Bonnie, the only one I know, starts playing with a small signal to his band. The rhythm changes, and so does the energy of the group, with the chicken drumming maniacally and freely, while the fox and bear match Bonnie's guitar playing. And Bonnie... his vocals are heavenly. The grit in his voice is gone, replaced with a beautiful tenor that could be boldly heard for miles and miles, with harsh consonants. It isn't until the chorus where the voice I heard before appears, with him yelling it out, almost in anger as he moves a bit through stage, lining up with the pianist.
They nod and the fox starts singing, a booming baritone voice that sends shivers, as he weaves through the notes like a thread through fabric. He yells out his last lines, a bold growl to heavenly run that keeps going as Bonnie yells into the microphone. In normal circumstances, it'd be so offputting I'd leave immediately. But in this case... I'm magnetized.
The song abruptly finishes, and a more upbeat version of the opening melody plays, as Bonnie grabs a mic and starts talking.
"Hello everyone! We're Star Strikers! I'm your guitarist and lead vocals, Bonnie." As he walks, the name becomes obvious. He's ditched his hoodie for a mesh shirt decorated in stars and chains, as he puts on star shaped glasses. Purple, like him.
"This is my brother, Foxy on the piano! He's the reason we even have melodies!" Foxy, plays a melody on his keyboard and dances a bit. His fur is a deep rouge, as golden chains dangle from his antlers to his ears, studded and pierced. His outfit is similar to Bonnie's opting to remove the shirt though for some bodypaint.
"Freddy, our beloved violinist! He's the reason we got here!" Freddy waved, playing a similar melody like Foxy's, and winking at the foxdeer. He does a twirl, and a long cat like tail becomes obvious. Wearing a decorated skirt full of star charms, and a star like top that leaves nothing to the imagination, he definitely stands out, and I love it.
"And finally... the reason all of our music sounds wonderful... our beloved drummer and arranger, Chica!" The chicken does a maniacal drum solo, finishing by ripping her top off and throwing it into the crowd. Ballsy.
Bonnie laughs, and gets back to his original spot. "Now, as said before, we're the Star Strikers. But did you also know, we're playing for the first time as a band on streaming!"
The crowd goes wild at the surprise, cheering and yelling. I find myself yelling too.
"After months of hard work, our first EP is live! And to celebrate, we're doing live versions and covers of other songs, and to start... how about a cover of something you could describe eveything as. You know? Like"
"Boba tea!" Chica yells.
"Gnarly" Bonnie responds.
"Tesla!" Freddy screams.
"Gnarly!" Bonnie responds.
"Fried chicken!" Foxy yells.
"Gnarly! Party in the hollywood hills?" Bonnie yells out, with the crowd screaming "GNARLY"
"This song?" Chica asks.
"Gnarly!" Foxy and Freddy yelling out.
"Oh my god this new beat," Bonnie beckons to the crowd, to scream the next part, "OH MY GOD IS THIS REAL!?"
The whole song becomes that, a call and response between the whole group, including the crowd. It felt obvious to me that they enjoyed this, being able to scream and mess around.
"If you know the dance, dance with us!" Bonnie yells, dropping his guitar. The whole group rushes to get in formation, as the music changes to a prerecorded version of this cover. Not only can they host something entertaining as hell, they can dance like professioals. I can't help but stare at Bonnie, as he switches between positions like a light switch. His little routine with Foxy is fun, as the foxdeer takes over and leads the audience back into the chorus, with everyone dancing, tables and shame be damned. I try and awkwardly dance with Mangle, who's definitely better at it.
The song ends, and the audience cheers and applauds them.
The group return to their spots, as Bonnie beings playing. This time, Freddy sings instead, and oh goodness he's angelic like the rest when he isn't screaming. His voice is definitley the deepest, as he glides through notes and pitches, leaning against Bonnie as the two start to harmonize in singing. He moves to Foxy instead, leaning on his back as the two sing the chorus. Their voices blend perfectly together, as they compliment another.
The song ends with Freddy's violin playing, sounding hautingly beautiful with the piano and guitar. The last notes fade out as Foxy starts a new melody, dazzling and delicate with Bonnie following on guitars. Chica instead, starts singing as she plays the drums. Her voice can definitely reach the highest, as she employs a beautiful falsetto. Everytime I hear a new singer, all I can think is angelic. That doesn't last as I think Chica has the nastiest possible growl as the energy fully kicks in.
The energy keeps up for the rest of the night, as the band continues to perform.
"Thank you so much NonVen for letting us perform! And now... we just have to ask. What's heaven? Is it a place above the skies where the good remain? A cat on your lap? A nice orgasm?" that gets a laugh out of the crowd. "Or is it simply... the pink pony club"
Bonnie begins singing, letting Foxy do most of the piano playing. It isn't until the prechorus that I notice that Bonnie hasn't even been singing for a good while, hitting those notes hard. It's a magical an wonderful experience that takes me away from this world and makes me wonder if there is a heaven, and if it's in Bonnie's voice.

The song ended, as the band gave their goodbyes, and start tearing down. The crowd quickly dispersed, heading out or chatting with others. Mangle and I instead wait at our table, because I need to shake Bonnie by the throat for not explaining how fucking cool that was.
"So, do you think we should go to another show?" Mangle asks, sipping her second cup of tea.
"I'm going to go to every show they do. And if I'm dead before they stop performing, bring my urn with. Or my corpse, I'm not picky" I respond, almost crushing my cup. "If this is their last show then I can die happily."
"Woah woah calm down, it was just one show."
"Hopefully not the only show" I jump out of my seat as I hear Bonnnie's voice from behind me and turn around. He chuckles a bit as he walks and leans on the other chair at the table. "Enjoyed the show I'm guessing? I could hear you talk about going in an urn. If that's the case, we'll make a little table for the urns in the audience."
Mangle looks over at me with a devilish grin as I can feel myself turn red. "Y-... Yeah, it was a good show! I really liked the covers you all did, especially gnarly. How did you guys even do the backtrack?"
"Oh that," Bonnie waves a hand, "it took us twenty times to match the backtrack from the moment we drop our instruments, or it'd sound off. Personally, I was more worried about the opening. I feel like that intro was a bit obvious." Bonnie nervously adds.
"I think it was a good intro. It didn't sound off, and if you knew the song, you'd probably get excited. You guys did really, great, and congrats on streaming!" I say, offering a fistbump.
Bonnie takes it, giggling and saying "Thanks, it was a bit of a process. Not uploading to streaming, we got lucky that we ended up getting to streaming in time to be on release. The process of making the EP, since we had to revisit a lot of old material. I think we only considered labeling it an EP because calling it an album doesn't feel right, right now. Plus, it's a taste of what you get."
"Huh, interesting."
"Yeah"
"By the way... you looked good on stage. In the mesh shirt and chains." I try and say, my voice slightly dying as I feel more heat in my face.
"Thanks, I would have gone shirtless if given the chance but I hate the feeling of chains on my bare skin. You look good too, especially in that skirt. You should wear it more." If I could die of blushing, I'd be dead five times over.
"Thank you! I picked it out" Mangle says instead, saving me from embarassment.
"Oh cool, you always had a good sense of style, and styling people. I'm glad you helped us with tonight as well."
"Anytime! Styling is always fun, especially on a wonderful model like yourselves, or Springtrap over here~" Mangle waves her hand over at me, please just let me die in peace.
"True, you're cool looking, Springs." Oh my god he used a nickname please just let me die instead of blushing.
"T-Thanks... You uh... you look hot-" I shut myself before I say anything more, and I've already said too much.
"That's the goal" Bonnie does the finger hearts with a bit of a smirk, and god that makes me melt. "I gotta go, see you later" He turns and walks off, jumping on stage and picking up materials.
I'm frozen to the spot, as Mangle tries to shake me.
"Hey, Springtrap. You there? Earth to Springtrap."
"Huh- oh, sorry."
"You zoned out for a bit, wanna head home?"
"Oh, yeah." I nod, walking with Mangle.

The ride home is silent, as I lean on the window while Mangle drives. Did he really compliment me? Why did I call him hot, and why did he take it. He didn't even seem phased...
Does he care that I complimented him? Did he think I was more femme so I could compliment him? Does he care that I looked femme? Is he... okay with that? He knows what pronouns I use, so is he cool with that?

*Heyyy, i know this is a bit late, but do u wanna meet for a little gardening time?*

I hope he doesn't think I'm desperate or weird. He probably won't even see it. It's like... almost eleven in the evening, I doubt he's-

*Sure, what time and where should we meet?*

FUCK!

*Uhhhhh*
*do u wanna meet at western shores? They open on weekends, and it's a bit of a walk where we're going*

*Sure, wanna meet at 2? I'm probably gonna be sleeping in, finishing up homework.*

*Sure! See ya there*

Aaaaaaand he responded. I hope he doesn't think it's a date.

*BTW, is this a date?*

FUCK ME!

*No no no no no no no no no, just some friends hanging out*

*Damn, was kind of hoping it was a date*

I'm gonna die.

*Well... let's finish this outing first and we can go on a proper date. Ur gonna get dirty doing this*

*I love getting dirty >:3*

HE USES EMOTICONS!?

*Ul love gardening too. See ya then*

*see ya*

I put my phone down and sigh. Well, let's hope all goes well.

***

I'm standing outside Western Shores again, dressed in some ripped jeans, an old shirt covered in paintstains, and some heavy duty work boots. I told him earlier that he should probably wear clothes he didn't mind getting extremely dirty.
"Hey, nice to see you again, Spring season."
I nearly jumped out of my seat as I hear Bonnie's voice, turning around. He's wearing jeans covered in paint stains, a black shirt artfully torn up, and his hair in a bun. He has a cheerful smile, as he leans against the wall with me. "So, where are we heading for this?"
"Well... there's an outside part of the greenhouse I run. Or help run. It's supposed to be run by the professors but the students take more care of it, plus I actually take care of stuff incase things go wrong."
"Ooh, I can't wait to see." Bonnie says, getting off the wall. I follow his lead and we start walking down the halls.
"So... can I ask an odd question?"
"Sure, go ahead."
"Why Springtrap?" Bonnie looks over, his eyes staring at me.
"Well, I liked the way the words combined. Spring because of my favorite season, and trap because it seemed cool. Most of my friends call me Spring or Spring Onion."
"Ooh, chosen name. That's always cool to hear, and cool to meet more likeminded people."
"Likeminded?"
"Yeah, for chosen names. I chose mine because of Bonnie and Clyde. Something about it was cool, and definitely throws you for a bit when you see me. That and if I ever get into "other" forms of entertainment, Bonnie The Bunny always works." So he chose his name too... Is he... also?
"Are you also?"
"Queer? Yeah. I don't really yell it from the rooftops in casual stuff. In shows? I'm hoping to do more, and if the band is cool with it, make it one of our main things."
"Woahh... It's... nice to meet another queer person on campus."
"Same here. I'm glad I met you."
"We've known each other for like... twenty four hours."
"A lot can happen."
We exit through the doors of campus, heading into the lush gardens. The university does a lot of weird bullshit, but keeping the gardens nice is at least something good. As we walk, I notice the specific plot we're gonna be working on. A beautiful giant square of fresh dirt, and plants in pots all over. And we were next to the garden shed! I leave Bonnie to admire the square as I grab some gloves and small shovels.
Tossing Bonnie a pair of gloves, I put a pair on as well, black with hardened ends on the fingers. Tossing him a small shovel, I get into the dirt and start planting plants, depotting them and putting them in the ground. "You just gotta do this, do it every bit away so the plants have a way to grow."
"Do you know what plants these are?" Bonnie asks, putting a large potted plant in the ground and shoving the dirt.
"Generic grass the campus wants. I will never understand why they filled this square with that when there are entire useless lawns full of grass.
"Could seed bomb this square."
"Seed bombing's better for bigger areas, and I do have a plan for that."
"Good to hear."
We continue to work, the cold air of the fall being a nice release from the sun, and some clouds. The shoveling of dirt and grunts fill the air instead, with a bit of talking from anyone walking around. Honestly it's nice work, and calming for me, though I'm not sure for Bonnie. There's something about digging and planting stuff, just so it can sprout later with proper care and attention. It's rewarding, to see stuff grow and flourish, like how you take care of a person.
"Are we allowed to turn on some music?" Bonnie asks, stopping and pulling his gloves off.
"Yeah, just keep it school appropriate. There are kids around for some reason."
"Alright." Bonnie moves out of my sight and sets up his phone. Pop music starts playing? Like, really popular pop music. He's singing with it, and his voice... it's angelic and beautiful. His... I think vibrato? Is so heavenly and blends with his singing, he could sing me to sleep.
His singing actually makes the time pass by faster, and I start to join him too. I'm not the best singer, but his voice can at least mask mine.

We stand outside the square, proud of our collective work.
"Nice work, spring season."
"Thanks for helping me, Bons. I think you should garden with me more too."
"Maybe we could make it a date instead~, and by the way? You sound lovely singing" SWEET PLANT LORD TAKE ME NOW JUST KILL ME-
"Maybe! I'm uh... surprised you're very forward about dating. We just met and-"
"Ohhh, sorry. We can take it slow or... are you not into guys?" He says with a bit of disappointment.
"Oh no no no no no no, I'm into guys. But we did meet like yesterday, buuuuuut... how about this," I take his hands and hold them. Christ they are soft. "Our next hangout? Is a date."
Bonnie's eyes light up and I can hear a bit of tail wagging as he jumps a bit. "Awesome! I can't wait for this! I gotta wear my best clothes and- wait are you fine with makeup on men?"
I giggle slightly, and hold his hand a bit tighter. "Obviously. I think if you can rock it, you can wear it. Text on what we're gonna do for the date?"
"Indeed." Bonnie picks me up, getting a small squeak and twirls me around. He sets me back down, and runs back to campus, and yells "See you another day! Bye!!" and disappears.
I stand there, still feeling like I'm in the air and twirling around.

***

I'm humming as I cook in the kitchen, twirling around as I make chicken and rice, adding spices as I go and stirring the rice around. The world feels a bit more mystical and magical, like everything has so much more color. Even the plants I adore, now shine a bit brighter.
Mangle walks in, leaning on the wall and watching me work. "Did something good happen?" He asks, watching me.
"Hanged out with Bonnie today, why do you ask?" I look over, noticing his look. "Ooh, masc today?"
"Yeah, and I doubt just hanging out with Bonnie did anything. You two did something. I just know it."
"Weeelll, we did some gardening, and got to listen to some music." I add a bit of pepper into the chicken.
"Sure sure sure. Then why did Chica text me asking if you two hooked up."
"She what."
"Yeah. Bonnie was giddy too apparently. So spill, are you two dating."
"Well uh... we didn't really start dating but, we are gonna go on a date. He was... actually forward about it. It's kind of hot not gonna lie."
Mangle stares at me in disbelief, toying with his sweater. "I'm losing money thanks to you!" He yells, before laughing violently.
I just stare back, "what do you mean losing money?"
"Me and Chica had a bet on who'd ask first, since according to Chica, Bonnie's head over heels for you since you two met. She's been texting me constantly!"
"... THAT'S WHY HE KEPT ASKING ABOUT A DATE!? DID HE THINK EVERYTHING WE DID IN ONE DAY WAS A DATE?!" I hold my head in my hands, as Mangle keeps laughing and bending down to the floor.
"You idiot! How did you not see that?!"
"I don't normally know when people are asking me out seriously!"
"You read fanfic you dumbass!" Mangle chokes out as he keeps laughing, on the floor now.
"That still doesn't translate! Oh my god I was probably leading him on if I also didn't feel the same-"
"YOU WHAT!?" Mangle jumps up, grabbing me and shaking me, yelling "YOU LIKED HIM THIS WHOLE TIME!? YOU'RE THE REASON WHY PEOPLE THINK GAY POEOPLE ARE STILL IDIOTS!"
"In all fairness I didn't know he was into me or even queer until today! And I met him literally yesterday!"
"I'm still calling you a dumbass." Mangle crosses his arms and pouts, "I thought you'd tell me if you had a crush on someone."
"I met him literally yesterday, I didn't know if I had a crush or was just lustful. He's hot, okay? That complicates things."
"You fucking dumbass that complicates NOTHING! If you think he's hot, then you should have asked him out!"
"Some of us aren't confident."
"Some of us aren't idiots at least."
"... Touche." I get back to cooking. "I'm adding extra spice to your portion out of spite."
"Jokes on you I'm into that."
"Whore"
"Slut"
I sigh, and add a bit more seasoning. "Do anything today?"
"Just went to a coffeeshop with some friends. Nice spot for a date~"
"I'm going to stab you."

The rest of dinner went fine. Our other roommate, Marie, joined us for dinner.
"Work was incredibly awful, I feel as though bones are all sore." Marie's british accent always shined through, even through the most muffling. "I will never understand why we don't get forklifts in the warehouse."
"Greed, Mares. Did anything good happen at work?" Mangle asks, taking giant bites of his chicken.
"Not really, just a lot of that and management being asses. Any of you?"
"Welllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll," oh no, "Spring's got a boyfrieeeeeeeeend."
Marie drops her cutlery as she stares at me. "You WHAT!?"
"Mangle. I don't have a boyfriend. But I may... be going on a date..." I mutter the last part.
Marie stares at me, before handing some money over to Mangle.
"YOU ALL BETTED ON ME!?" disdraught rains over me.
"Well, we betted on who'd you go on a date with. I said it'd be a rockstar. Marie was less sparkly."
"I betted it'd be another gardener."
I put my head in my hands again, "I can't believe my love life is a bet to you all..."
"Oh don't worry, I know some of my friends are betting on how many people I'll sleep with. Neither of them are winning" Mangle takes another bite of his chicken.
My love life is a bet...

***

I lay in bed, as the clock hits 1:58 AM. I can't get him out of my brain. He's so... Hot? Wonderful? Charming? I barely know him but now we're dating...
I turn in my bed, and grab my phone, there's no way he's up this late...

*r u awake?*
*Having a restless night moment for some reason*

*I get that, I'm up too*

HOLY FUCK HE'S AWAKE

*ur awake!?!?!??!*
*it's like, 2 am*

*eh, it's the weekend. I feel restless. You wanna hang out?*

*Ur serious?*

*Yeah, we can go to a gas station and grab snacks, or just sit in Freddy's truck. He doesn't care*

*bet, can u pick me up?*

*Hell yeah, what's your address?*

I send him my address and he sends a thumbs up. I immediately get up and start getting dressed, putting on thick jeans and a comfy sweater with a hood attatched. Everyone in the apartment is asleep, so I gotta be super quiet.
Grabbing my keys, I head downstairs quietly after locking the apartment door, and wait outside.
The air is chilly, and bites at me. It's not even properly fall and it's cold enough to give me hypothermia.
A large truck drives up to the front of the apartment complex, with Bonnie staring at me from the driver's seat, and beckons me to jump in.
Without any hesitation I jump in and fasten my seatbelt. And I regret being alive at this very moment.
Bonnie's hair is all messed up, with a lot of frizziness and smudged makeup on his face. I guess he went out. His clothes are more casual, with a ripped sweater revealing his torso, and sweatpants. He looks so comfortable right now... I feel like I could kiss him. He rests on the wheel and looks over at me with an eyebrow raised, "Like what you see?"
I turn away and blush, christ I am easy to read. "Uh... maybe..."
"No worries, a lot of people love staring. And since we're gonna be dating, you get to see a lot more than what most people see~" He tugs his shirt down, and I feel like I can't see from the blood rushing to my cheeks.
"You're uh... really forward with this date stufff..."
"Oh, sorry" Bonnie straights up, staring in front of him, "I uh... I'm just excited to meet someone new. I'm uh... sorry if I rushed you into this. Plus, you're... cute as hell and I feel like I fell in love..." Bonnie mutters that bit.
"You what" I look at him, confused.
"I..." He mutteres something in another language before sighing and resting his head on the seat. "ImayhavefalleninlovewithyouatfirstsightandthisfeelslikeafanficbutIgotsuperexcitedsocanwestayfriendsevenifyoudon'twannadate?"
"..." I sigh, "yes we can stay friends, and I'm not upset you're forward with it. If it's honesty time, then I should be honest. I fell in love too, to be honest. But I was uh... worried you weren't into men, or anyone not gender confirming."
"Oh god I did I give straight vibes? Ugh, I gotta dress better..."
"Do you... like men and non gender confirming?"
"I like... anyone. As long as they're nice. And you're nice. Are you... fine if we date?"
"Of course" I say, with a smile. "So... wanna hang out?"
"O-Oh yeah" Bonnie starts the car, and we drive off onto the road.
The silence feels... weird. I feel like I need to say something. "So... how come you were up late?"
"Well... I was restless, yeah, but uh... I was..." Bonnie trails off, as he drives, before he snaps up "I was thinking about you. It... feels weird being in love for some reason, but it feels nice? I don't know how to explain it."
"No I think I get it... By the way... do you wanna make this a date?"
Bonnie almost drives the car into the other lane as he sideeyes me, "A date? Are you serious? Like genuinely?"
I rest on the car window, "I mean, yeah. Since we are dating, may as well make this a date~" Who is this person and what have they done to me.
Bonnie sits a bit in silence, and answers "then it shall be a date."
We pull into a gas station, and end up just sitting in the car. The silence between us feels... better now. More comfortable.
Bonnie rests his head on the car headrest, and looks over at me. I wanna hold his face and gently stroke it. I wanna know how soft he is, if he likes being stroked, if he likes being held, if he finds it calming.
I just want to know more about him.

Chapter Text

"So, what do you wanna do?" Bonnie asks, leaning on the wheel.
"Hmm... I'm kind of hungry. Wanna get some snacks and drinks?" I ask, leaning on the dashboard as well.
"Fair enough, I'm kind of hungry too." Bonnie gets out the truck, waiting until I get out and locking the truck. We both walk in, the cold air biting both of us before heading in.
The gas station is empty as hell, with just the workers. I end up abandoning Bonnie as I fill a cup of some iced coffee, adding a bit of whipped cream for extra measure. Wandering around, I grab a few candy bars. A bit of sugar and caffeine might help me sleep better.
Walking back to the front to pay, I notice Bonnie's paying as well. He's got.... a large pop, and a chocolate bar. I don't blame him. I pay for my stuff as well, cursing at myself for getting whipped cream.
Bonnie's already outside, sitting on the roof of the truck and beckons me up there. Taking the trunk to the roof is an easy job, as I sit next to him and we eat and drink in silence. It's comfortable, sitting next to each other.
"Is that coffee?" Bonnie asks, after chugging his giant bottle of pop.
"Yeah. Caffeine doesn't do shit for me, so I just drink it whenever. Puts me to sleep to be honest."
"Huh... I just wanted to stay up all night, so I got this." Bonnie lifts up the pop. I giggle a bit as I take a sip of mine.
"Do you normally pull all nighters like this?" I ask, looking over at him.
"With someone hot as hell? Not really, but yeah. I'm always working on music, and always learning so much, that I forget to sleep or eat some days- NOT IN A CONCERNED WAY!" Bonnie immediately adds, noticing my concern. "It's fun for me. I like writing music anyways, plus I have my own room, so I get to test melodies at 2 in the morning anyways."
"I'm stiiiill slightly concerned. But I can't blame you, considering I've spent a while now staying up late to finish homework. Or researching flowers."
"Fair enough. What else do you do besides gardening and homework?" Bonnie takes a bite of his chocolate bar.
"Well... sometimes I write poems... The flowers I tend to, inspire me to write. They're not good but, they're at least something." I look away from Bonnie, blushing and trying to hide my face.
"I'd like to read those poems one day, if you wouldn't mind by then. I've got a few poems, but they're just for music." Bonnie says, lying on the roof of the truck.
"Maybe one day.... they're all not that good anyways. I don't really polish them, they just appear in my head" I lay on the truck's roof with Bonnie, my hand drifting towards his.
He takes it, holding it with tightness. "Poems don't need to be good to be made. I couldn't tell you how many poems and songs I wrote, especially on my own, that might not see the light of day if I didn't rewrite them. Some of them suuuucked. I think one was just the word darkness like, multiple times."
"Heh, makes sense. Some of them are just kind of... lovey dovey and it feels weird. I guess I spent a lot of time around flowers that mean love and that kind of stuff." I hold his hand tightly too. It's so soft and fluffy. I stroke the back of his hand, making tiny circles with my thumb.
Bonnie gets closer, nudging into me with a bit of a purring. His purrs sound lovely.
We lay like this for a good hour, watching the stars in the sky. Despite the bright lights of the gas station lights, we could see the beautiful stars shining in the sky, a sea of diamonds in a sky of blues and purples. A beautiful canvas waiting to be decorated with more stars, possible planets, possible galaxies! Maybe even other universes like ours!
"Thinking about the stars?" Bonnie asks, his head resting on my shoulder now.
"Yeah... do you think there's a version of us out there? But instead of rabbits, we were different?"
"Hm... Maybe we're plants in another world. Or maybe we're all robots in a futuristic society. Maybe neither of us are dating each other, but we're still friends. We could be different people. I could be a mage of water and rain, and you a mage of nature. There's so many possibilities. Or maybe it's our love that goes on, and we go separate ways. We could both be women, or neither and all. We could be our friends, or enemies, but the love still stays there. Maybe that's what connects everything."
"Like a red string?" I ask, looking over at him. His magenta eyes shine back on me in the darkness, with a smile visible.
"Yeah, or the invisible string. You ever heard of that?"
"No..."
"It's the theory that the universe keeps you away from someone until it's the right time, for any kind of relationship. Like, me and Freddy just became friends but my brother and him were friends since middle school. It just took us forever to meet because the universe wanted us to wait. It applies to romantic interests, one of my friends, Sunset, didn't start dating another guy for years but they both found out they were in the same choir as children. It's just a string of events to lead you there." Bonnie explains, his voice chill and cool.
"Interesting... I always thought it'd be odd to have a red string tied to yourself linking you to someone, would make getting on an airplane hard, huh?"
That gets a laugh out of Bonnie, as he looks away from me. His laugh is amazing. It sends warmth through me as I want to hear him laugh more and more. Is this what love feels like?
"I get that. I wonder if the invisible string is for other events, like finding out your gender. Was it meant to be a long and difficult road to agender?" I say out loud before I stop myself, outing myself as well.
"You're agender?" Oh god "That's awesome! I didn't know you were agender, and possibly MLM!"
I just stare in surprise, not really sure how to respond. "You're not... weirded out? Or upset?"
"I'm trans. I'm not gonna be upset that you decided gender didn't work out. Plus, you've got enough hot looks to last you" he says with a wink.
"I... I think you're hot as well."
Bonnie looks away, blushing.
"Hey uh... if we continue dating and end up being partners... what term do you prefer?" Bonnie asks, sounding nervous.
"Well... the generic partner, spouse, fiancee, but I don't mind gendered terms like boyfriend, girlfriend, wife, husband. But for you? I prefer if you call me your boyfriend~"
Bonnie blushes hard at that, turning away and covering his face. I laugh at his response, getting up and resting on a raised knee, saying "god you are adorable!"
"I'm supposed to be cool and edgy and you make me blush like I forgot to overlay it with concealer!" Bonnie yells into his hands. "God I should just kiss you!" He yells before covering his mouth in horror.
I stare back at him, before laughing my head off. "See! You're adorable!" I look back at him, hoping the love in my eyes is apparent, "but maybe we could kiss. Maybe tonight, maybe in a month. Who knows. We just gotta do it our pace~"
I lift his chin so he faces me, staring at him. His eyes, his beautiful magenta eyes, are glowing like gems in the dark of the night. "I'm willing to, anytime~"
Bonnie stares at me, before tackling me into cuddles on the roof of the truck, laughing as he holds onto me. "You're something else, you know that right?"
I lay in shock for a moment, and then laugh with as well, holding Bonnie close to my body. "I don't know what's come over me, unfortunuately."
"I want it to stay then~"
"Then let me stay~" I look at Bonnie, hoping my eyes say something to him.

***

Bonnie's apartment is quiet. Supposedly he lived with Freddy and Foxy, with Chica dorming elsewhere. We snuck through the apartment, giggling slightly as Bonnie closed the door to his room, and tackles me to his bed.
His bed is soft and cozy, decorated with multiple plushies of cartoon characters, and fluffy blankets that could wrap around me twice. Bonnie's arms snake around me, holding close as I feel his breath on my neck. It's hot, warming me up with a few shivers. His body heat is warm as well, spreading to me. I tug on the hem of his shirt near his pants, and he nods against my fur, letting me take off his shirt.
He sits up, straddling me as he looks down at me. God damn... if we knew each other a bit longer, I'd ask him if he wanted to rule me. His fur is so soft, but so muscular with slightly pronounced abs on his stomach, and pecs that look so smooth, and scars with connecting pink to his nipples. His magenta eyes stare down at me as I look him up and down, him asking if I like what I see.
His hands trace the hem of mine, and I nod to let him in. He rips off my shirt, and I shiver when the cold air hits my bare fur. He traces a finger down my torso, tracing the defnitions of my chest and stomach, feeling the softness of my fur with his touch. I'm not as muscular as Bonnie is, and a lot paler, but Bonnie looks at me with adoration and love.
Before I can say anything, he slams his face into my chest and holds me close, forcing a "AHP-" out of me. His hair falls all over me, tickling my fur, and I can feel the softness of his lips against my fur, kissing me. It sends shivers down my spine, feeling the love he gives. I rub his back, tracing his spine, any muscles, and bones that bump through the skin and fur. He shivers lightly as I trace patterns on his fur but a slight bit of purring.
"You're hot as hell, you know that, right?" I whisper into his ears, rubbing his head.
"Oh really? What makes you think that?" Bonnie's voice is muffled and barely audible, but I can hear him clear as day.
"Well, previously I would have said your hair, your style, your confidence. But now? It's your body, and god do I want you even more." I rub the base of his ears, admiring how long they are. Plus all of those piercings... I could never...
"I want you more too... I love the way your fur feels so soft to the touch, and how you shiver when I stroke you, and the way your body moves. I want you, so much. I think I might be feeling infatuation... but I want you so much right now." Bonnie says, rubbing the nape of my neck.
"Well, you can have me right now, for as long as you want." I whisper into his ears, watching with pleasure as he shivers.
"Can you... stay the night? If that's okay?" He sounded vulnerable, holding me close. "I uh... haven't had people over for a while, let alone someone in bed... It's, nice having someone here, to talk to and be comfortable with..."
I don't say anything, but rub his head.
"It... doesn't feel right being alone. Like... I've got my roommates and friends, but no one to be close with... in both a platonic and romantic sense... You make me feel safe...." Bonnie trails off, before holding me tighter and looking up at me with sadness filling his eyes. "I'm sorry I dumped that on you... You uh... you make me feel safe."
I kiss the top of his forehead as I smile, "it's no worries. I'm glad you do feel safe. A garden won't grow under constant stress, even if the flowers are resilient enough to keep going. You... make me feel safe too. And... loved."
"Thank you... for being here. I was worried I'd spend college alone, even with someone to be close friends with... I love my bandmates so much, but I feel... disconnected in some way. Chica's got her own girlfriend, Freddy and Foxy have each other and feel connectd, but I don't and it's... sniff upsetting.
"I wish I could have that connection with someone, that the others have with each other and everyone else. But every day I feel I drift further from everyone else, that my confidence and constant style drives everyone away, and that I need to be less abrassive to be someone people can wanna be around..."
"Do you feel that connection now, between us?" I ask, hopeful that maybe we had that, but hopeful we could build it.
"Well... considering I'm letting this all out when not even my brother or bandmates know? I feel... like I can let this all out to you and be close... I'm sorry if you don't feel that way. We can stay friends if-"
I put my finger to his mouth, shushing him quietly. "I want to have that connection with you. I want to be a safe space for you to drop your guard. And I don't think you need to stop being confident, in both your attitude and style. It's... why I liked you at first. And... I'm worried about being alone too... I'm glad we're dating though. I'm glad I met you, and that you felt the same." I kiss his forehead, and wipe the tears from his face.
"You're.... incredible. I hope you know that. Thank you for being in my life. Genuinely... and... can you stay the night? I'll drive you home in the morning, since I think we're a bit far..."
I chuckle, as I pull Bonnie closer to my face, whispering "I'd love to stay the night and be by your side in life. Will your roommates mind?"
"I..." his breath catches. He takes a deep breath, breathing slowly as he says "I'm sure it'll be fine... I think they know about us too... Chica knows."
"No surprise, Mangle and my roommates know... but fuck 'em. All I want to think about is you." I kiss Bonnie's forehead again, holding him close. He's so pretty up close.
He holds me close as he kisses mine, smiling as he does. His smile is genuine, as it reaches his eyes. I think I'm truly in love.

***

The morning sun rises, shining over me. It blinds me to consciousness, as I feel something heavy on top of me. It takes me a bit to realize, I'm in Bonnie's room, Bonnie's on top of me, and we're shirtless. If I didn't remember last night's events, I'd be freaking out. But it's Bonnie, and he feels soft on me.
I grab my phone and check messages. Some emails regarding classes, some insta messages on my posts and... texts from Mangle.

Mangle (Fashion Hell): where are you
Mangle (Fashion Hell): If you're getting dicked down, please keep it out of the apartment
Mangle (Fashion Hell): Marie's hoping you do the dicking

I sigh, and type up my message

Me: I'm at Bonnie's
Me: we spent the night 2gether
Me: we didn't do anything tho

Mangle (Fashion Hell): Sure. When's the wedding

Me: We just spent the night, that's all
Me: We are def gonna be dating tho

Mangle (Fashion Hell): Bring him over, he has to pass the test

Me: Fuck you

I toss my phone to where my shirt ended up, and hold Bonnie again. His body is warm, and so is his fur when the sun fully hits it. He's so beautiful in the sunlight, with rays of light creating a beautiful array of shadows on his fur, and framing his curls as something deep and dense to explore. I want to spend all of my life exploring him, learning about him. I want to know what makes him laugh, what his favorite foods are, what he likes wearing on cozy days, what movies he likes...
My rabbit stirs, waking up. He yawns as he looks at me, a smile painted on his face.
"Morning, Spring Season" he says, his voice a lot deeper and gravelly.
"It's afternoon, rockarabbit." I smile, holding him close.
"Mm... It's egg time... do you eat animal products?"
"I do, I could destroy some meat."
"You'll love what I'm packing down there then~" Bonnie grins slyly, as I blush and look away.
He gets up and stretches, as I try and avoid my gaze towards his crotch.
I get up after him, stretching as well and hear a pop. Guess I needed that stretch. I check my phone again, and just clear more messages. There's some slight arguing in the kitchen however... and that intrigues me.
I make my way over, and see Bonnie gesturing animatedly at Foxy, who's leaning on the wall opposite of him.
"We didn't do anything besides sleep last night!" Bonnie exclaims, pouring some powder into a bowl.
"Sure you didn't. T'en vhy did I hear a bed squeaking last night?"
"You don't get to talk when-" Bonnie switches to another language, talking rapidly and animatedly as Foxy laughs and responds back. Not gonna lie... it's kind of cute.
Foxy says something and points over to me with a smug smirk, and Bonnie turns around, almost dropping his bowl.
I give a friendly wave, moving to stand next to him and ask "Whatcha making?"
Bonnie stands for a second, before grabbing the bowl and filling it with water "Chocolate chip pancakes. I-Is that okay?"
I giggle slightly, and nod. Bonnie nods back and gets back to making pancakes, with Foxy leaving the kitchen.
Now that we're in proper lighting, any thoughts I had last night of Bonnie being hot are doubling. His back is muscular as hell, with a large tattoo of waves covering the upper half of his back and... a moon on the back of his neck?
It's intriguing, and I trace the lines of the waves on his fur. He shivers a bit as I trace them, asking "found them?"
"Yeah... can I ask an odd question?"
"Ask away"
"Well, two. One, what were yall yelling about? And two, what's with the moon?"
"O-Oh that... we were uh... discussing you." Bonnie mutters that last part.
"Oh? What was that?"
"We were talking about you. Foxy thought we uh... did stuff last night."
"Well we did. We cuddled shirtless and you got to open your heart a bit~"
"Y-Yeah... I'm surprised you heard that. Plus we switched to farsi pretty quickly"
"Well, I've got good hearing. And this?" I tap the moon on his neck, tracing the shape of it afterwards.
"Oh! The moon, I've uh... always felt connected to the water, and the moon controls the water. So why not add that too? Plus, I felt like if I didn't represent the moon, a trans figure, I was doing myself a disservice."
"Fair enough... did they hurt a lot getting them?"
"Eh, I've got good pain tolerance. Plus, it was worth it. I'm surprised you didn't see them on friday."
"I was too busy staring at your face to really notice~, who does your guys's makeup? I forgot to ask that."
"Oh! Chica does, she's got a real knack for it. We all normally do ours, but Chica does our performance stuff. I just like a bit of concealer and eyeliner. Did you do yours? You looked hot with that eyeliner and lip."
"Oh uh..." I stammer a bit "Mangle did that. Normally my wings are off, so I don't do it unless it's a big event. I like... a bit of lipgloss though. That's fine. Can I braid your hair?"
"Of course, and I get that. If I had to do full looks, I'd make it purposeful and probably not just do like... a full glam look. Like, have you seen goth makeup looks, especially traditional goth makeup looks? I'd kill to do those, but I need to find someone selling a white base. I don't feel like putting on face paint." Bonnie says, as I gently braid his hair. His hair is so soft, and I feel like I'm working with clouds. I stop braiding and just feel the curls in his hair, and admire them.
"Hey, I need to move, because the pancakes are done. Do you want maple syrup?"
"Oh, sorry. Also yeah, maple syrup is good." I got so lost in his hair I didn't even braid it as much.
We both move to the table in the living room, sitting on the couch together and eating our pancakes in peace.
As I look over, I feel like I'm constantly falling in love, watching Bonnie do anything. "So..." I ask, leaning on the table, "What's the plan for today? We slept in kind of late."
"Hmm... I need to do some clothes shopping... do you want to come with?"
"Why not, I think I need to do grocery shopping."
"Do you mind if we grab coffee beforehand?" Bonnie asks, finishing his plate of pancakes.
"Of course" I respond, finishing mine, before realizing "I don't have a spare set of clothes... shit."
"Hm? You can borrow mine. I think some of mine are big enough to fit you."
"Oh shit, really? That's uh... generous of you." I look away and blush, we spent the night together and he's offering me clothes. "I'd like that, or we can stop by my apartment and I can change... but that'd mean dealing with Mangle." I say with a slight snarl. I am not in the mood to deal with him.
Bonnie gets up and heads to his room, and I follow with. He looks through some drawers before tossing me a ripped up shirt, "that's one of my favorites, but doesn't fit me as much, plus yellow isn't my color. You however? You'd look lovely with some yellow" he says with a wink.
I blush as I toss it on. It's a distressed yellow tee shirt. It's definitely distressed at the bottom, with some fabric and strings trailing around. A large cutout for the chest puts mine front and center, and makes me look a lot more ripped than I am.
Bonnie stares at me, lust in his eyes. "Like what you see?" I seductively say, giggling slightly.
He puts on a matching distressed tee, black instead. It's sleeveless as well, so his arms are in full display. He flexes his arms and holy shit his muscles are huge, and says "like what you see too?"
I rush over to him, holding him close as I kiss all over his face. We both end up laughing as we hold eachother, resting on another's forehead.
"So... coffee?"

We're in Freddy's truck, driving down the road as music plays. A lot of Bonnie's music taste is pop focused...
"Do you listen to a lot of pop?"
"Yeah! Personally I really like pop, and a lot of my inspiration is from pop. My voice is just really suited for rock and punk stuff, with it being gravelly and all that jazz. Personally if I could? I'd be a popstar."
"Well... what's stopping you? You don't need to have a clean voice to do pop. Honestly your voice would be a selling point! But I like your punk stuff, it's interesting and the piano and violin are big selling points to stand out. I think either way, you and the band win."
"Heh, thanks Spring season. I think you'd be a lovely pop act, or in jazz. When you sang part of the prophecy, you sounded heavenly."
That makes me blush, as I look away, "My voice isn't heavenly... I can just carry a tune. I did choir for a bit and learned from that. Never got any solos though for it, but that was fine with me. Gardening is my real passion though."
Some stuff I do recognize and sing along with, tapping my thighs as I do. Bonnie looks over with a look of yearning, and I wish this car was parked so I could throw myself at him. His face is just this beautiful mix of longing and adoration, and I wonder if that's how my face looks as well. Do I look that cute?
We both laugh as the music continues playing. It's a party in the truck, laughing as we pull up into the drive through a coffee shop. "Do you mind if we go through the drive through?"
"Sure, do you want me to pay for my coffee?"
"It'll be difficult if we split it, so don't worry."
"Alright then."
Bonnie pulls up to the speaker, with the voice crackling and announcing "Welcome to Caribou, how can we help you today?"
Bonnie reaches out the window, saying "Heya, can we get a tall mocha, blended, and?" Bonnie looks over at me.
"A tall mocha as well, blended."
"Another tall mocha, blended."
"Got it, two tall blended mochas?"
"Indeed!"
"That'll be 12.57, you can pull up to the second window and pay there."
"Awesome, thank you!"
Bonnie pulls up to the window, pays, and hands me a drink. He thanks the worker at the window and drives off.
The mocha's delicious, but not as delicious as Bonnie's kiss from earlier. "So... wanna knock two birds with one stone and just do both shoppings at the same place?" Bonnie asks.
"May as well. Shall we?"
"We shall!" Bonnie says, driving down the road.

After a little discussion, we ended up at Walmart. Bonnie grabs a cart and we make our way in.
It's cold and empty, but I don't think anyone does their shopping on a sunday afternoon. As we make our way to the clothings section, I notice a flowy green dress that flows gracefully when customers walk by.
There are some sequins on the dress, not covering it fully, but enough detail to look wonderfully bright in the right lighting. And extremely on sale too, in a clothing rack listed as "out of season sale". Oh to buy and wear it, but alas, other shopping must be done.
Bonnie's by the shirts, checking what shirts are cheapest and feel good. He's also measuring them across him chest checking where they fall when laying flat. His color palette is mostly... black with a bit of purple. "Have you considered blue?" I ask, sliding next to him.
"Like midnight blue, dark sea blue, near black blue?" Bonnie says, folding a shirt and putting it back.
"Cyan"
"Never, cyan doesn't look good one me." Bonnie chuckles, looking at belts now.
"If you really wanted to go for an ugly color, chartreuse is right there."
We both laugh at that, as Bonnie continues to shop.
He ended up getting a few shirts, a belt, and a sweater, for... diy purposes, as he said.
Moving to the grocery section, I pull out my phone for the list of stuff necessary. Some bread, milk, barbecue sauce, cucumbers, and strawberries. It's an odd assortment, but it's what's necessary.
Bonnie walks with me, helping me pick some items. He's got a good grasp on cucumbers and firmness, helping me pick some out.
"How do you know what to look for?" I ask, curious.
"You go for the firm ones. Soft ones go bad faster, and firm ones taste a bit better, in my opinion."
"Ooh... interesting."
"I learned it from my mother. She taught me how to specifically look for stuff like this, and what works best."
"Ooh... can I ask an odd question?"
"Go ahead, as long as it's safe for public.'
"Is your mom a fox? You and Foxy are brothers, right?"
"It's... complicated. Not in the bad kind of way but more in the... " Bonnie sighs, and looks over with a smile, "Foxy is actually my cousin. My family is mostly foxes, but my aunt didn't want him, so my mom took him in instead. Plus, he's more like a brother than a cousin."
"Oooh... That's actually kind of awesome." I say, walking with. I grab a few more of the items, checking them off.
"What about you? You got any siblings?"
"Not really, I have a little sibling named Pierce, but we call him Plush because he looks like a mini version of me. I do have this like... childhood friend who I was real close with like a brother, but he moved away. Last I heard, he was reviving disco."
"Huh... that's actually pretty cool! How about cousins?" Bonnie asks with a bit of a devillish smirk.
"Cousins? I got none. Parents were only children."
"How about ten cousins."
"How the hell do you have ten cousins!?" I ask aloud, surprised.
"Relatives in Iran that moved here. I've got a large family, and one day you'll meet them. Hell, I'm going down for fall break. Do you wanna come with?"
I stand for a bit in silence, he's asking me to meet his family!?
"... One condition."
"Oh?"
"I get to sleep in your bed."
"Oh that was a given, considering last night~" Bonnie laughs, and we continue on.

***

We make it to my apartment after a full day of spending time together. I'm about to leave when I feel a small tap. I look over and it's Bonnie.
"Do you uh... wanna come over for dinner? I'll be making beef and rice if that's okay. If you don't, that's fine." His voice has a hint of... pleading in it?
"Can I drop all of this off first? I don't want the stuff to rot, and also maybe grab my laptop. I've got homework, if that's okay." I answer, trying to give my best reasurring smile.
Bonnie nods, and makes sure the doors are unlocked.
I get out, and head into the apartment. It's cold and quiet in there, as I store away the food. It would be quiet, if Mangle wasn't here. He's leaning on the walls in the hallway, watching me.
"So... what did you do all day?"
"Went shopping, got coffee, hanged out with Bonnie. Why?"
"You disappeared in the middle of the night, sent small messages, and didn't appear until just now."
"Ah, sorry."
"Eh, at least you didn't make a bunch of noise. But did you and Bonnie do anything~?"
"Ew, no. We just slept in the same bed. He's hot as hell, and I think I'm in love."
"Damn, took you long enough. Anyhow, are you gonna be heading out again?"
"Yeah, staying at Bonnie's. Might stay the night too."
"Take your pajamas and a pair of clothes, if you do. And see ya later" Mangle waves, and walks out.
I walk over to my room, packing both my laptop and anything else, and also some clothes if I stay. I eye some skirts... maybe not. I'm not sure if Bonnie likes me dressing feminine.
Rushing down the stairs, I launch myself into the car, tossing the bags into the back and buckling myself in.
"I saw Mangle head out, you run into them?" Bonnie asks, starting the car.
"Had a small convo with them. Are you making anything else with dinner?" I respond, fluffing my hair up.
"Some salad. My madaar taught me how to make this one salad for nowruz, but I make it all the time. We uh... will unfortunately be joined by Foxy and Freddy, since Foxy's making the beef patties... You're okay with meat, right?"
"I am, and beef patties? Like burger patties?"
"More like... kebab patties. They're a mixture of beef, spices, and maybe onions. We make them into patties since we can't grill the actual kebab, or in Iran, koobideh"
"Are you from Iran?" I ask, before realizing maybe that was weird, "Sorry if that was insensitive."
"No no, it's fine. At least you didn't ask if I'm from some country ending in stan. But me and my brother are Iranian. Wasn't born in Iran, but our parents were from there. Foxy got my mother's accent, while I got a more American one. We're both really fluent in farsi, and sometimes just switch to farsi.
"It uh... gets comforting having discussions in farsi, knowing we could talk freely. But... if you wanna learn, I hope you do, joonam~" Bonnie adds, winking as he drives.
That makes me blush, forcing myself to not hide in my hands. "I also uh... brought clothes if you wanted me to stay the night."
"I was uh... gonna ask that... Sorry if I'm asking to hang out a lot... I like you a lot, and really like your presence. If you need a break from me, then please tell me." Bonnie says, sounding nervous as hell.
I place a hand on his shoulder, him jerking up a bit. "I promise, I don't need a break from you. I do have class tomorrow so that may be an issue. But I'll stay the night. I'm uh... glad you want me over. Most times when I hang out with someone, they're kind of... annoyed by me. Or they get to know me and think I'm... weird. Especially for presenting masculine but dressing feminine..."
"People give you shit for that?"
"People do. I don't shave, wear makeup often, or fully present feminine. It's just skirts or dresses or heels, and people bother me about it." I sigh.
"Well, people gave me shit regarding my transition but jokes on them, I'm hotter than everyone."
"True that, I'd do anything to see you shirtless again." That gets a laugh out of Bonnie, and me as well, as we go back to Bonnie's place.
The drive back was quiet, as music played on the speakers. Bonnie tapped with the rhythm of the song, singing along with. His falsetto shines through, harmonizing beautifully with whatever song song was playing. I especially loved his voice during hell's coming with me, and the way he still carries that harshness and power, even in his highest notes. His voice makes me sing along as well, staying a bit quietter than him as we both sing along.
It's a bit until I notice he stopped singing, while I was singing with the speakers. I blush and look away, as he laughs while parking the truck. "You sound really good, and honestly you should be a singer."
"I just know how to carry a tune."
"Sure you do." Bonnie turns the car off, and gets out. I follow suit, grabbing my bags and walking with Bonnie.
I didn't notice it last night, but Bonnie also lives in the campus apartments, albeit farther than where mine stands. He's on the fourth floor, farther awa from the entrance. As he unlocks the door, the sound of laughter could be heard.
Foxy and Freddy are in the kitchen, as Foxy's mixing meat together in a bowl, and Freddy's washing dishes.
"Did you start on the rice?" Bonnie asks, setting some groceries on the counter opposite of Foxy's and putting them away.
"Nah, vas vaiting on you for t'at." Foxy responds, rolling the meat into balls on a plate.
"Fair 'nuff. Oh! Springtrap, this is Foxy, my brother." Bonnie gestures to me, then to Foxy.
Foxy's quite handsome, but not as handsome as his brother is. He's got large antlers from the top of his head, and a bit of a dot like pattern on his forehead. His fur was extremely red though, and his giant tail waved around. He's a lot more muscular, wearing a loose tanktop that shows a lot more than leaves to the imagination. "Salaam, and welcome back" Foxy says, his voice deep and baritone.
"That's Freddy, Foxy's reason for why he lost his virginity." Bonnie points to the bear.
Freddy was a dark brown bear with a longer tail, and cat like eyes. His ears were a bit pointier too. He waved at me, before going back to the dishes.
"Hey Spring, can you help me prepare salad? I'll be doing the cutting, but I just need you to add seasoning and a bit of lemon juice. Is that okay?" Bonnie says, mixing some rice with oil, salt, and pepper.
"I can do that, where is all of that?" I ask, quickly moving into the kitchen and making it to the other end.
"That drawer by the oven, next to you. Can you grab salt, pepper, and in the cabinet below is lemon juice." I nod, and grab the required items, ducking out of the kitchen.
Bonnie follows me after a minute, wish wet cucumber, tomato, and scallion, a knife, and a cutting board. He set all of it down, skinning the cucumber. His handiwork is interesting to watch, as he quickly takes the outer layer off and tosses it into a separate bowl. He moves to the tomatoes, cutting the top and bottom off doing the same for the scallions. His work is quick, moving between vegetables seamlessly.
As he goes back to the cucumber, he chops it into small squares, moving quickly and efficiently, tossing the chopped cucumber into the bowl next to me. Cutting tomatoes is a lot more messier, as he gets a bit of juice all over the board, but smaller pieces arrive into the bowl.
Scallions are another thing, as he chops all of it, chopping the green end into smaller pieces than anything else, before tossing the rest and any juices into the bowl.
"Do I just... toss the seasoning in here?" I ask, grabbing the salt. Bonnie nods, tossing salt, pepper, and lemon juice in.
Bonnie takes the salt and pepper, adding a bit more. "Sorry, you just gotta add a lot since it's a lot of vegetables. It brings out the flavor."
"So... drown in lemon juice?" I ask, dousing the bowl in lemon.
"Indeed, here's a spoon too. You just gotta mix it, and let it sit." Bonnie hands me a spoon, taking the other utensils and items back to the kitchen. Mixing the bowl was a bit difficult, but it's not like I'm mixing rocks. It does smell nice though, as I let it sit on the table after mixing.
Freddy joins me, sitting at the table and checking his phone. He's like, twice my height even while siting down. He looks over at me and says, "got kicked out of the kitchen. Those two are like their mother."
"You met their mother?" I ask, curious.
"Yeah. I was staying with Foxy over the summer since I'm out of state, and got to hang out with his family. When his mother cooks, it's like a war zone. At least, a controlled one. She did everything herself without any help, and actively swatted away help. Foxy inherited that too. I'm surprised he's allowing Bonnie in there."
"Huh... good to know if I ever cook with Foxy, for some reason."
"Bonnie's the same. I'm surprised either of them are in the kitchen."
"Huh..." We both sit in silence, as some talking happens in the kitchen. All in farsi. I can catch some names, mine, Freddy's, and some other stuff. I still don't understand it, but I can guess it's something.
Foxy comes back however, sitting on Freddy's lap with a bit of kissing from both. Foxy mutters something, and Freddy giggles, as the two touch foreheads. Foxy looks over and asks "So... how'd you meet my brot'er?"
It takes me a second before I respond, "Well, he was in the greenhouse when I walked in. We ended up chatting for a bit afterwards, and hanged out yesterday doing some gardening."
"Hm, interesting. And t'en spending t'e night here?"
"Well, we hanged out at like... two in the morning getting some drinks at a gas station. Then stayed over here until morning, and just went out and about. Nothing much." I shrug.
Foxy looks at me, with a bit of a "suuuuuuuure" look, but he can't say much as we all hear the familiar sound of patties hitting a pan.
"Ay, Bonnie!" Foxy says something else, in farsi I presume. Bonnie responds "Yeah, should be ready soon."
Foxy responds back in farsi, and goes back to his partner instead, leaving me alone.
I check my phone, no new messages.

After a couple of minutes, Bonnie calls for Foxy, and the fox disappears. "Springtrap, do you vant ahb?" Foxy calls.
"Ahb?" I ask, before Freddy answers. "Water, do you want water?"
"Ah... Yeah! I'll take some" I call back.
"Freddy, do you vant aabmive or aab, and Springtrap, aab baa yakh?"
Freddy answers. "Yeah, I'll take some aabmive! Do you want some ice with your water?" He asks me. Thank you.
"Uhh, yeah! Wait how do you say yes in farsi."
"Are, said with a tapped r. Like aa-reh." Bonnie appears in the window of the kitchen, looking over at me.
"Then uh... are!" I say, hoping I got it right. Bonnie's smile is huge, as he disappears.
"Azizam? Can you grab some plates and utensils?" Foxy calls, and Freddy gets up and heads to the kitchen.
After a second, Freddy comes back with plates and utensils for everyone, setting them out. Bonnie's back with both a bowl of rice, topped with.... rice? But golden? And the salad from earlier.
Foxy's running in with the pan, setting a mat down on the table and putting the pan down. Foxy's about to grab a spoon and take the golden rice before Bonnie swats his hand. "We have a guest over, who probably hasn't had tahdig. At least let them have some."
"Hmmph, alright." Foxy turns to me, and asks "do you want some?"
"What's... taedeek?"
"Tahdig, tah, deeg. It's t'e crispy bottom of t'e rice when cooked in oil." Foxy explains, putting some on my plate. "T'is stuff is crack in our house. I've fought my uncle for it, t'at American didn't stand a chance."
I try a small bit, and understand why. The texture is beautiful, crispy and amazing with some soft bits of rice. It's delicious and oily, with a bit of a specific seasoning added on. "I think I'd kill someone to have a taste of this."
That gets a laugh out of Foxy, as he scoops a bit more onto my place. "Oh just vait until you add some sumac to it." Foxy says, putting a lot of some brown powder onto his, passing it to Freddy.
Freddy puts a generous chunk on, and hands it to me. It's a giant bottle of powder, supposedly the sumac. Twisting around I see... oh the label says sumac. I add some as well, just to do a taste of it.
Bonnie takes the bottle from me, and adds a lot as well.
I take a spoonful of rice, and take a taste. It's a savory taste, that adds a unique flavor to the rice. I don't properly know how to explain it, but savory and delicious is all I can say. I take the bottle and add a lot more to the rice and patty, with Bonnie doing an affirming nod.
"So, like it I'm guess?" Foxy asks. I nod, as I take a spoonful of salad as well. "Good to hear" He says, and goes back to eating.
The silence after is comfortable, as we all continue eating.
Foxy looks over at Bonnie and asks "Me and Freddy are gonna head out to a bonfire. You two interested?"
Bonnie looks over at me, and says "If Springtrap's up for it. I've got a bit of homework."
I swallow my food and answer "I've got a lab report to submit but I'd be interested if Bonnie wanted to go."
Foxy nods, and drinks some water. "I'll send a text where it is."
Freddy asks "My truck is in it's normal spot?"
"Yeah, but you gotta move the seat. I had to move it while driving." Bonnie responds, eating the last bits of his food.
"Fair enough. Ready to go, moje serduszko?" Freddy asks, grabbing his items.
Foxy nods, answering "Anytime, azizam." and leaves the room with Freddy.
I look over at Bonnie and ask "what did they call each other?"
Bonnie shrugs and says "I dunno 'bout Freddy, but Foxy called him azizam, which is just dear. You however, would be my sheereenam. Or my sweetie or honey. However, I'd call you khoshgele. Or my beautiful~"
I giggle at that and lightly bat his arm. "Oh youuuu"
"Or I could say doostet daaram, I love you, kharaabetam, you ruined me, or even divunatam."
"I ruined you? And what was the last one?"
"Both are being crazy for you~, but I think khoshgele works best. Since you're a radiant flower~"
That keeps the blush on my face, as I try and look away. Bonnie just laughs instead, before holding my hand. "I mean it, khoshgele."
"You sound lovely when speaking farsi" I mutter, tracing the wood grain.
"You sound lovely when you try. Can you say it?" Bonnie asks.
"Koshgele?" I try. It sounded like a k sound.
"Khoshgele. Try making a very harsh h sound. Like you're clearing your throught. Kh"
"Hhh?"
"Kh"
"Kh"
"Afarin! Now do it with the rest of the word. Khosh"
"Khosh"
"Geh-leh"
"Gele"
"Khoshgele"
"Khoshgele!"
"Afarin!" Bonnie yells, clapping his hand and holding me. "You did it! And you sounded wornderfuly too!"
"I did? I felt I was very accented... how do you say that naturally?"
"You just do. It just comes ot you, but I say that as someone who usually speaks farsi." Bonnie's eyes gleam with excitement and joy, and I can't help but stare. He's so happy, and that makes me fall in love deeper and deeper.
"Now, you got homework, right?" Bonnie asks, taking my plate and his to the kitchen. I grab the rice and pan, bringing it as well.
"Yeah, I just gotta submit the file. I forgot to do that the other night, and it's just do tonight. It should be quick. Don't you have homework? And where are the tuppers?"
"Tuppers are in the cabinet next to my head, near thr fridge. And no, I just said that in case you had some homework and felt awkward." Bonnie gestures with his head to the cabinet. I take the tupper and put the rice in, and add the patties on top. The salad gets it's own tupper, and I leave the sumac on the counter. Tossing the food in the fridge, I lean on the counter, watching Bonnie work. Watching him work is a wonderful experience, watching his body move around, how every movement feels fluid to him.
He finishes the dishes, drying his hands off. He turns around, slightly surprised I'm behind him still. He crosses his arms and asks, "Don't you have a lab report to submit?"
"I've got the file on my phone, I can send it through there. Aren't you supposed to be doing your nonexistent homework, rockarabbit?" I respond back, a bit snarkily.
Bonnie tries to speak, but he looks away, blushing. I laugh a bit at that and take my phone out. After a quick minute of downloading and submitting, that's the lab report done.
I slip my phone back into my pocket and Bonnie pins me to the counter, holding me close. His arms slowly snake to my back, as he pulls me into a hug, his head resting on my shoulder. I pat his back, as I hold him close.
"Sorry... I just wanted to hug you."
"No worries, and uh... this is gonna sound odd to say but... thanks for using the right pronouns earlier."
"Hey, it's how you want to be referred to. I want to respect that, plus, as your boyfriend~" He boops my nose with his, "I want to be respecful. That and I'd be a dick."
"True. I'm just... glad you used them. Sorry, it's a small thing."
"If we're talking about small things... I'm glad you didn't freak out earlier. Regarding... my scars."
"Why would I freak out? You told me before."
"Most people are usually fine with me saying it but not comfortable when I show them, even in the comfort of my own home. Some people get... really weird and grossed out. Like yeah I know you're imagining the operation but also can you imagine the sick ass tattoos? Like I could get a monster tattoo'd on my chest to make the scars look like bloody teeth. I could add more details to make them look sick as hell! Sorry... I got carried away." Bonnie says, dropping back into my chest.
"No no, I get it... most people aren't fine with me dressing feminine. I said it last night but people think because I'm... agender, they all think I either dress masculine or feminine, so sometimes I get weird reactions when people see me with body hair and haven't shaved, and I'm wearing a really lacey dress."
"Heh, I'd love to see you in that dress." Bonnie says, holding my face.
"Maybe when we go on a date~" I giggle, holding his face as well. He looks beautiful in this light.
"Maybe... are you up for that bonfire?" Bonnie asks, twirling a piece of my hair.
"Yeah, wanna leave now or... Wait... You don't have a car, right?" I ask.
"Yeah... ah shit... Do you think we can take the bus?"
"You wanna check?"
Bonnie nods, taking the address and putting it into maps. He groans, as he pinches the bridge of his nose. "It's two hours by bus with four bus changes, and you and I both know how shit the buses are about being on time."
"Shit... One option then." I groan, pulling my phone out.

***

Mangle had me and Bonnie sit in the backseat because "Lovers deserve to hold hands" as she says. She's never going to let this go...
Bonnie is happy to hold my hand at least, and I am to hold his. The drive to the bonfire is quiet at least, with Mangle's music playing softly in the speakers. She's quietly humming to the music, tapping her fingers with the rhythm.
Bonnie's hand taps with, tapping on my hand. It's gentle, and sort of grounding, knowing he's there.
I look over at him, watching him nod as well with the song, his curls bouncing as he moves his head. He looks so lost in thought as he stares and nods, and I get lost as well in those beautiful magenta eyes of his.
"Hey, lover rabbits, we're here." Mangle stops the car, parked in front of a nature trail.
"You coming with?" I ask, heading out the car. Mangle shakes her head, responding "Can't, I've got stuff to do. Plus, I don't wanna third wheel a romantic daaaaate."
"Maaaaaaaangle, it's probably a chill thing... But alright then."
We both wave as Mangle pulls out and drives away, walking down the nature trail.
It's quiet, with the crunch of leaves and sounds of birds flying through the air. It's beautiful and amazing, how peaceful one space can be.
Bonnie looks lovely in the natural light, his fur shining lovely in the dopples of light that paint his fur, and his hair as it bounces up and down while he walks. His face, framed by his hair, a restful expression only comparable to a marble statue carved ny the greatest sculptors in history.
I wonder what he's thinking about, as I watch his face. What does he worry about, what does he adore, does he like walking in nature?
"You look lovely in this space." Bonnie says, holding my hand now.
"You do too"
"You look like you were made for this scenery. Especially with the way your fur blends in. I'm worried I'll lose you if I don't hold you close." He says, letting go of my hand and wrapping his arm around me. His body heat mingles with mine, making me shiver slightly. He's slightly taller than me, but I feel as though I'll still have to look up to him.
The path leads us to a large opening, free of trees or anything dangling to get burnt by a massive bonfire. There's just two couples here, Freddy and Foxy, and Chica with someone else. A tall grey wolf with a lot of purple and a bit of green hair. Chica instead waves us over, bringing us closer to the bonfire.
"Heyyyy Bonnie, see ya brought new meat here." Chica yells over, eyeing me up. She's dressed in a black tanktop and ripped miniskirt, her feathers shining with a blue hue in the light of the fire, contrasting the base yellow.
"Yeah, I want you two to meet Springtrap. They've been with me for the past couple of days, and have made me so happy." Bonnie says, gesturing to me. I give a small wave to the two.
"Well, glad to meet ya. This here is my girl, Rox." Chica gestures to the wolf, who waves. They're a lot cooler, in biker boots and a cropped jacket, matching a distressed miniskirt as well.
"Pleasure to meet you, Spring. As Chica said, I'm Rox, she/they." She holds a hand out, and I shake. "Springtrap, they/them."
"What's the plan here?" Bonnie asks, finding my hand again and holding it.
"Probably dicking around and watching the fire. We were supposed to have more people.
Bonnie sighs, and squeezes my hand a bit more. "Fair enough, running late I suppose. Hey Springs, do you wanna do a bit of hiking?"
"I'd love to" I say with a smile.

***

The space around the fire is crowded, as me and Bonnie sit off at the edges. A lot more people from campus and off campus join us, chatting and talking, especially with Chica. She seems to be both the social butterfly, but also the organizer of this event.
Bonnie's fidgeting with my hand, tracing over the lines on my palm, tapping each digit. I tap back on his palm, tracing a small heart on his. He looks up and smiles, as he leans his head on my shoulder.
"Do you wanna head to your place?" I ask, whispering for him.
He nods, and I text Mangle.

Me: hey can u pick me and Bon up
Me: it's kinda boring here

Mangle (Fashion Hell): no worries, das why I don't go
Mangle (Fashion Hell): i'll be there in thirty

Me: ty

I sigh, and put my phone away. Bonnie looks a bit on edge, tapping a bit more at my palm.
"You need anything?" I ask.
He opens his mouth, before pulling out his phone and texting me.

Boyfren Bonnie: Can we move somewhere less crowded?

I nod, and we get up, walking off into the woods.

Bonnie leans on a tree and sighs, before looking at me apologetic. "Sorry, I had you abandon the group. I uh... I...
"I'm sorry. I felt like I was being surrounded by too much. Normally when I'm on stage or in the halls of campus, I'm fine... but this meeting felt like too much for me."
"Hey, it's no worries. Before I met Mangle, I used to be really scared of crowds. I hated the idea of being stuck in a large group of people, with the constant talking and noises. I used to walk around my highschool with headphones or earbuds in, because I didn't want to be surrounded by that. The music helped calm me down and make me focus on one thing." I say, leaning on a tree opposite of Bonnie.
"Yeah... I do appreciate you asking if I wanted to leave... most times, people don't." Bonnie shifts around, looking down, "My family sometimes made fun of me for leaving during parties because I needed to breathe."
"Hey, it's understandable. When my school had large parties, I'd always be in the halls writing, because I couldn't stand being around that many people. Can I ask, what did you feel before we left?"
"Well... I felt like there was so much going on. That trying to focus on one thing was a challenge, because of so much demanding my attention. Trying to tap and trace your hand was a way to try and stay in the moment, without spiraling down and feeling crowded. If we stayed longer, I'd probably feel like I couldn't breathe. But," Bonnie says, looking at my concerned face. "I'm fine now. I can breathe, I feel good, and I'm glad you're here, and letting me stay here. If you wanna go back, that's fine."
I lean on the tree he's leaning on, saying "I want to stay with you. And also that party got boring to be honest. I'd prefer doing the bonfire with just us, or a smaller group of people."
"Fair enough" Bonnie says, looking at the stars.
We both look, until I feel a buzz in my pocket.

Mangle (Fashion Hell): I'm here

Me: k

I look at Bonnie and gesture my head, and Bonnie gets the cue.

***

Bonnie's room is dark, inviting, comfortable, especially all of that interacting. I flop onto Bonnie's bed, with Bonnie following after me. We twist around, holding onto another closely. Normally after events like this, I'd want to be alone and watch videos, but Bonnie's presence is so comforting that I don't mind being with him after that.
Bonnie holds onto me, gripping me tightly like I might float away with the wind. "Thank you for coming with... by the way. It always feels kind of lonely going to those, so I'm glad you were there..."
"Anytime. You know I'll join you with anything you want to go to, right?" I say, whispering softly.
"Yeah... I still wanna thank you for it."
"I understand, dear."
Bonnie's ear flickers when I say that. "You like that? Dear?" I whisper again, twirling a bit of his hair.
"Can you say that again?" Bonnie asks, nuzzling into my chest.
"Indeed, dear~" I whisper, still twirling his hair. "Anything else?"
"I like it when you say that... can you call me khoshgele?"
"Absolutely, khoshgele." Bonnie holds me close, his breathing tickling my chest. I stroke his back instead, tracing imaginary shapes all over. He makes a soft purring sound, as I do so.
We lay like this in silence for a long time, as Bonnie moves his right hand to hold my cheek, stroking it and feeling the soft fur under my hair.
"Can I... confess something?" Bonnie asks.
"Of course, you can always ask."
"Next time we go out... can you wear a dress? I wanna see you in all of the outfits you have, fem and masc. If you're comfortable with that." Bonnie drops his head onto my chest, hiding his face.
I giggle slightly, holding him closer and pushing him up so I can look him in the eyes. "I will, just for you. I'm uh... glad you asked actually. A lot of times when I get close with epople like this, they ask me to dress more masculine... But I'll wear one for you. Any requests?"
"Anything you feel the best in. If it's flowery and decorated with embroidery, or just a simple black dress or skirt, as long as it makes you happy." Bonnie says, lifting his head up and looking at me, love in his eyes.
I smile, and nod, holding him close. He's beautiful in the darkness of this room, only his silhouette showing, and that's all I need. He's so handsome, like a star of a film I'd watch in a crowded theater. If he becomes a famous musician, or gets into modeling, or an actor, or anything, I just hope I get to see his face, and see him smile.
If he was on a stage, he'd get everyone to stare. I'd stare, watching him go through whatever he was doing, whether it be singing or dancing or acting, mesmerizing the crowd with the way he moves, the way he holds himself, the way he can be so delicate but so confident and strong... and his muscles, oh how I love them. I love the way they move when he moves, how whenever he flexes, I feel like I could hold them and trace the shape, how he could hopefully lift me up.
"Watcha thinking 'bout?" Bonnie asks, staring at me.
"Could you lift me up." I bluntly ask.
Bonnie stares at me, blinking slightly as he starts laughing at me. "Probably not, I'd gotta be on my brother's level of muscle to lift you up. But I could try. What made you ask?"
"I dunno... I just really like your body. Makes me wish I liked mine..."
"Hey, I got lucky that I already looked a bit more guyish before I took T, and that I work out. What's wrong with yours? It's beautiful and lovely." Bonnie says, sitting up, not understanding how undeniably hot he is in this position.
"Eh... some days I feel like I'm too boxy to fit in the curvy outfits I have, but then I feel weird and misshapen for the more stereotypical masculine outfits. There's never a happy middle unless I'm in hoodies that block everything out."
"Hm..." Bonnie gets close to me, "You wanna know what I think?"
"What?"
"I think your body is beautiful, and I hope one day you understand that. You know that concert outfit you wore? You looked hot as hell, especially with the mesh shirt tease. And that skirt? You rocked it, and it hugged you extremely well on your hips."
"I tossed that skirt into a donation bin because of how short it was..." I blush and look away.
"Well get a longer one, because you look hot in anything you wear. And can I tell you another thing?"
I nod.
"Your voice. Oh my god your voice. It can sound so husky but there's a warmth to it, and a slight twang at times. Either way, it makes me want to listen to you say anything, even reading out the phonebook. And don't get me started on your singing, you have a beautiful falsetto and soft voice and hearing you scream the chorus from that one song earlier? God I wanted to marry you so far." Bonnie ends, looking at me with love and adoration on his face. His whole spiel makes me laugh, as I pull him closer.
"Well... in that case... I love your voice. I love the way you sound so growly and raspy, even when you talk. And when you sing? God I love your growls and the way you can still hit high notes. And when you just scream. When your group was doing a cover of Gnarly? I loved the way you screamed your part. And your soft voice is so hot, you could make a career just off that." I pull him closer, touching foreheads.
Bonnie holds my hand, closing his eyes. "I'm glad you do... I'm always worried my voice draws people away from me."
"Your voice drew me in like a siren's call. And for you, I'd jump into the waters below." I kiss him on the forehead, before letting him rest his on mine.
"Maybe one day we can go to the lake and make that happen~ and... can I try something out tonight?" Bonnie asks, a bit sheepishly.
"Anything for you"
"Can I kiss you on the lips? I know we've done forehead and a bit of neck kissing, but can I kiss you on the lips? And a bit lower?" Bonnie looks at me, eyes locked to mine.
I nod, and say "Are, you can kiss me on the lips and lower."
Bonnie smiles, hearing me use a bit of farsi, and pulls in. His lips are soft, melting into mine, and his scent is a lot clearer. He smells of lavender, sending me into a beautiful lavender haze. I hold his head, holding him close as we kiss, with him holding my back. His hands feel right against my back, providing support but also feeling quite nice. I can feel small bumps I never noticed on his hands, possibly from playing the guitar.
He pulls away to breathe, and he looks away, blushing but happy. He looks down at my collarbone, and tugs at the shirt.
"Are, you can take it off too, as long as I can take yours off."
"Are, you can do that, khoshgele." He says, taking mine off with ease. My chest and stomach are visible for all to see, as I slightly shiver with the cold air. My hands find their way to Bonnie's shirt, taking it off and letting the room see his wonderful torso.
Instead of kissing me, he gets off of me and heads over to his closet, and pulls out a box. He messes around in there for a second, with the quiet pop of a tube, and puts the box back. As he appears, I see what he did.
He put on black lipstick, getting on top of me again and leaning down, whispering "Normally, I'd just kiss you. But I wanted you to see where I kissed you, and I knew I had something from shows I've done before. I want you to see every mark of love I leave, until you eventually wash it away."
That sends shivers down my spine, as he leans down even more and starts kissing my jawline, down to my neck. His kisses are a blessing, as I can see the stains of the black lipstick on my jaw and then on my collarbone. He keeps kissing, leaving faded marks down my chest, and down to my stomach. His kisses send shivers and chills, as he keeps kissing my body. He makes his way back to my neck, giving full treatment to my shoulders as well.
He stops, rubbing my chest and smudgingt he lipstick. It's almost like he's admiring his work, smug he got to leave something, albeit temporary. His eyes are hungry, but he looks to me, asking permission.
I pull him closer, whispering "Can we switch? I wanna give you the same treatment as well."
Bonnie nods, letting me flip over and get on top of Bonnie. "What'd you wanna ask?" I say, tracing his jawline.
"I was just going to ask if I could go lower. Not like... taking everything off but more so, just below the stomach but above the pant line." Bonnie says, looking away from me with embarassment.
"You can go whereever you want, you have my permission to do so. Now, do I have permission to kiss you all over? From the top of your head, down to your pant line?" I ask, sitting upwards and looking down on him.
He bites his lips, and nods, saying "Are, you have my permission"
I grin like a devil, and lean in. His fur is wonderfully soft, and I keep getting a whiff of his lavender scent. Kissing him on his neck, I hear a small gasp coming from Bonnie, and I look up at him.
He nods, and I go back to kissing him. His body is muscular under my lips, as I kiss every inch of him. Trailing down, I give a lot more love to his chest, looking up before I kiss near his scars. He gives me a thumbs up, and I kiss around his scars. Kissing isn't enough though, as I rub Bonnie's chest, like he did with mine. His chest is a lot more muscular than it seems, as I squeeze his left pec. A slight whimper comes out of him and I look at him with concern, if I did something wrong.
"No no, you didn't do anything wrong. That felt extremely nice, please, keep going." He begs breathily, his words dripping with pleasure.
I nod and keep rubbing and squeezing, amazed at how they felt. Eventually my hands move up to his shoulders, rubbing them and feeling them, and the tops of his biceps. He flexes for me, resting his hands behind his head as he flexes his arms and chest. I'm mesmerized, feeling the muscles flexed under my fingertips.
After a minute of staring, I move to his pantsline, and look at him. He shakes his head, saying "Sorry... not tonight. I'm uh... not keen on sex."
I nod, laying on his chest, our bodies touching. "Not keen as in not interested, or just not tonight?" I ask, curious, but hoping I'm not overstepping.
"Not interested, I guess I'd call myself ace? Like, some rare full moons I'll be interested, but most times it's just disinterest. Ace is the best label since I don't need that personal connection, but haven't found the right term for myself. Plus, maybe that label will change one day. I thought I was just straight, until I found out I liked guys too. Identity is fluid, and things can change."
"When I was younger, I thought I was a demiboy, despite being amab. I guess it was me slowly realizing I don't fuck with gender, but it was a start. Now I'm agender, and that label makes me happier than being associated partly with being a guy."
"I get it, I thought I was nonbinary, but doing some more introspection had me realizing I was a guy, and wanted to be one. And I'm glad I went down that route, because I've never been happier than I have been now. Doesn't mean there aren't some issues... but some are easier.
"Like... I used to have the worst time trying to wear makeup in a non beauty standard way. Only recently did I feel comfortable wearing concealer..."
"Hey, I get it. It took me a while to get comfy with things that are associated with femininity. Like, I just got into high heels. And those are killing me!"
That gets a laugh out of Bonnie, as he kisses me. "I understand, khoshgele."
We lay like this in silence, before Bonnie asks
"Do you wanna come down to the cities with me and meet my family?"

Chapter Text

"Do you wanna come down to the cities with me and meet my family?"
I stare in silence, and in disbelief. He wants me to meet his family?
"You want me to meet your family?" I ask.
"Yes. I know it's been a short time but... I feel like I can let myself breathe whenever you're around. And... I want you to meet my family. Th-They'll be fine with you being agender! Foxy brought Freddy home years ago, and they're fine with those two." Bonnie says, adding the last part upon my concerned face.
"I-... I'm just surprised you want me to meet your family. Like that is a big step and I'm happy that you feel comfortable, I'm just really surprised."
"I want you there, plus I want you to experience more cooking, and maybe better cooking." Bonnie holds me close, our foreheads touching.
"Then... I'll gladly go with you." I whisper, holding him.

The morning sun rose again, as Bonnie's alarm went off. Both of us groaned, realizing a bit too late how tangled up we were. Bonnie removes his arms from me, and I move so he can get out.
"What class do you have today?" Bonnie asks, stretching with some pops and cracks.
"Today's monday... plant cell lecture, calculus 2, college writing, and a lab at the end... can you snap my neck so I don't go to class."
"Wait... shit I have an exam today."
"Oh that's bullshit... Do you wanna grab dinner later tonight then?"
"Sure, I gotta get ready though, do you need to shower?"
"I probably should... Haven't showered since saturday after our little event."
"Fair enough, I gotta shower too. You wanna go first?"
"Sure" I say, as I get up and stretch. Christ that's a loud crack. I take my clothes and head to the bathroom, but stop, "Hey... what's your stuff. I don't wanna use the other's stuff by accident."
"Anything with purple stars on it."
"Thanks, babe." I head into the bathroom, turn the shower on, and strip. The water is warm as I step in, letting myself just get drenched for a bit. Something about the water is calming to me, as I start with shampoo. Everything Bonnie has is lavender scented, and honestly I'm glad. It's such a nice smell, and I can smell like him for a bit.
The only odd one of the lineup of products is conditioner. It's specific for curly hair, and looks a lot more used than everything else.
Turning the shower off, I stand a bit in silence, taking a moment to breathe... Ah fuck I forgot about a towel.
"Hey Bon!" I yell into the door crack.
"Yeah?"
"Which one is your towel?"
"The purple one!"
"Thanks babe!"
I grab the purple one, and dry off. It's extremely soft, like Bonnie, and reminds me so much of him.
Changing into some jeans and a graphic tea, I pop out of the bathroom and into the bedroom.
Bonnie's standing by his dresser, checking his phone. He's still not wearing a shirt, but that's fine, I love that.
Wrapping my arms around his chest, it's so soft and warm, and his chest is so muscular.
"You really love my chest, don't you?" Bonnie snickers, still staring at his phone.
"The sounds you made last night? Sounds like you love it too?"
"Indeed I do~"
We stand like this for a minute, with me leaning on and holding him close.
"We should probably head to class, khoshgele." Bonnie says, putting his phone down.
"Alriiiight" I whine jokingly, grabbing my backpack, as Bonnie puts a shirt on.

***

The day is finally over, thank fucking god. Lab was the worst, with the longest time out of any of my classes. And of course it was longer because the professor forgot important materials halfway through.
The dining center, despite its shit food, is a blessing for the hours they're available. Stuffing my bag in one of the cubbies, I spot my favorite person in the whole world and almost tackle him.
We almost fall to the floor as Bonnie catches me, both of us laughing. His laugh is so cute, and I adore the way he smiles and how his face lights up when he does.
"Long day?" He asks, holding my hand as he puts his stuff in the cubby next to mine.
"Yeah, lab suuuuuuuuuuuucked, how'd the exams go?"
"Terrible. I knew what I was doing but I felt like I knew nothing still. Otherwise everything else went fine. Not the end of the world to be honest, but not the best." Bonnie explains, after before paying for his entrance to the dining center.
I pay for mine, and say "being without you feels like the end of the world."
A bit of laughter from him, as he responds "and I thought I was needy."
We grab food, a bit of rice and some chicken. It's not as good, since the university apparently can't handle any seasonings, but it makes due. Bonnie grabs some extra rice and a slice of pretzel bread, while I load up on veggies and fruits.
Finding a table in the corner, we take a seat and start eating. The chicken isn't that bad, but the rice is at least something. Bonnie seems to love the rice, eating it up.
"So... what's the plan for the rest of the week?" I ask, eating some fruit.
"Hm? Oh, no rehearsal this week since most of the band is going down, and it'll just be Chica. I do have some free time on wednesday because of that. You?" Bonnie says, tearing into his bread.
"Well, classes but nothing much. The gardening club is meeting again tuesday, so I'm excited for that. But otherwise, nothing much." I respond.
"Hm... how about... a movie date on wednesday then." Bonnie asks, looking into my eyes.
"What time? I've got a lecture at four that goes until six."
"We could do seven or later."
"seven thirty? I wanna head home and get ready, and also decompress, if that's okay." I shyly ask.
"Hey, no worries. I might take that time to do the same. I think I've got an exam wednesday." Bonnie says, putting his hand on the table. I hold it, rubbing the top.
"Thanks, babe. What do classes look like for you tomorrow?"
"I start at noon and end around eight, what about you?"
"eight to noon. I've got a shit schedule on tuesdays and thursdays."
"Damn... do you wanna head back to your apartment then? I don't want you worrying about waking me up." Bonnie asks, holding my hand.
"If that's okay with you. Mangle's used to me being... loud in the morning." I look away and blush.
"Hey, no worries. We all have our routines. For some, a bit of self care is necessary." Bonnie says offhandedly, eating his bread.
"Wait wait wait wait wait- no no no no no not that" I hide my face in my hands as I mumble "I just knock shit over a bunch by accident..."
Bonnie stares at me, before the dawning horror crosses his brain and he lets his head fall to the table, resulting in a large thump.
"Sorry, you can decapitate me" He says, his words muffled.
I just start laughing because how else do you respond to that? "Hey hey, no worries. I'm sure a lot of people thought like that. Maybe another day we can spend monday nights at your place."
"One day" Bonnie gets up, and reaches for my hand again, apparently letting it go earlier.
"One day," I say with a smile.

Dinner went by smoothly otherwise, as we talked and joked. But all good things have to come to an end, as we walk out of the dining center. Bonnie grabs his bag and holds my hand, saying "text me when you get home, okay?"
"Absolutely" I nod, holding his. "Can you text me when you get back?"
Bonnie nods, and we go our separate ways. I wish I could go home with him again.

The apartment is empty, as I flick a light switch on. It seems no one's home, so I sigh and head to my room. It's still the same as it was when I left it, as I take a seat at my desk and rest my head. It's been a long day, but Bonnie made it worthwhile.
The door to the room opens up, and it's Mangle, looking a lot more masculine.
"He/him?" I ask.
"They/them" They respond, dropping their bag on the chair and lie on the bed.
"Classes full of shit?" I ask again.
"Yeah. All of my lectures had mini quizzes because someone forgot to submit an assignment too many fucking times. Yours?"
"Lab went double the time it was supposed to go, because the professor forgot materials. Did you at least see any friends?"
"Making plans right now. Let me guess, you saw Bonnie?" Mangle asks, tapping their phone.
"Guilty as always, how'd you know." I laugh a bit, taking out my laptop.
"You were gone all of last night, and you're not scrolling through twitter like you normally do on mondays."
"Fair enough. Me and Bonnie did spend the night together and uh..."
"And? What did you all do."
I look away from Mangle and mutter "We may have made out..."
"... Just made out?"
"Yeah?" I ask, looking over. "What?"
Mangle looks at me with the most deadpan look, "You say that like it's such a huge thing. I figured yall would be married by the end of the week."
"Maaaaangle, we're not that lovey dovey!" ... "Are we?"
"Please just stay safe and if you bite him, just clean up the area. Bite marks can be infectious." Mangle sighs, before switching from a t-shirt to a bra like top, and heads out the door. "My ride's here, my keys are on the kitchen counter. If you need them, go ahead."
And they disappear.
Now what to do.

Me: whatcha doiiiiin?

BoyfieBon: homework, I want death

Me: nooooooooo, u can't die until we have a movie date

BoyfieBon: don't worry, I'll be fine
BoyfieBon: what about you?

Me: resting
Me: i lucked out w/ my hw being delayed
Me: thinking of u <3

BoyfieBon: thinking of you too <3

BoyfieBon: what's your favorite movie? Mine's probably Cruella. I love the fashion in it.

Me: hmm... mine's probably little mermaid
Me: something about wanting to be a part of a world locked away from you, but all of your desires being blamed on lust?
Me: Reminds me of my interest in flowers and how people thought I was gonna just propose to someone
Me: like no, i just like plants

BoyfieBon: ha, pretty funny. I think from that era... I really like Mulan. Stereotypical of the trans guy to love Mulan, but I also love how the roles of gender get blurred at the end.
BoyfieBon: that and reflection hits HARD

Me: true to that
Me: what movie are we gonna watch?

BoyfieBon: can we watch Mulan, since we started talking about it?

Me: Absolutely

BoyfieBon: wonderful
BoyfieBon: see you later dear, I'm gonna shower

Me: byeeeeeee

I rest my head on the desk, wishing Bonnie was here.

***

Wednesday FINALLY arrives, as I flop onto Bonnie's couch, and regret my decision. The couch is one of those anti sex couches, with the thin cushions and wooden boards. Whatever, still comfy enough to sleep on if need be.
Bonnie joins me, dressed in a comfy sweater and sweatpants, and letting me lean on him. He's warm, as I snuggle up and steal that body heat.
"What are we watching today?" I ask.
"Fantastic Mr. Fox" Bonnie answers, pulling a blanket over me and him.
"Wonderful, I always loved the animation."
"Me too, plus I figured it's something nice and easy for us."
Bonnie starts the film, letting the orange coloring of the film bathe us in neon orange, as we watch beautiful imagery and stills fly, painting the TV beautifully.

The film ends, and Bonnie's asleep. He's so cute when he's asleep, his face so gentle and handsome. I love staring at him, taking every detail in, every little crease and wrinkle, every valley and dip. Every shadow, every bit of light. I want to remember everything about him.
I sigh and turn the TV off, snuggling into him. He's so soft, and warm especially under the blanket. He jerks up, as I snuggle in, slurring "moviover?"
"Yeah, it's just us now."
"Can we stay here? I'm" he yawns "too tired to move"
"We can stay here, for as long as you want." I give him a kiss on the forehead, and lay on his shoulder, as we both drift away to sleep.

The morning after is a bit of chaos, as neither of us set an alarm. It takes some time to get off the couch and get ready and feel fresh, so we can both head to class.
Closer to the weekend.

***

The drive is long but bearable with Bonnie. Foxy and Freddy take turns driving, while me and Bonnie spend time in the backseat, looking at memes. Neither in the front are good drivers, but then again no one is if the driver is speeding down the highway.
Eventually the highway turns to roads to streets, to neighborhoods. The house Foxy and Bonnie live in is large with around two visible stories, and a lot of fall decorations. A tall rabbit, looking almost exactly like Bonnie, is waiting on the front porch for us. His hair a is lot shorter than Bonnie's, and he's wearing dark jeans and a button up in blue.
"Ah! Foxy, Bonnie, Freddy! Welcome home, halet chetori, khubim?" The man yells as we all exit the car. His voice is a lot deeper and emptier sounding.
"Man khubam, tu chetori?" Bonnie asks, giving a hug to his father and taking a suitcase out of the trunk of the truck.
"Man khubam! Oh look, who are you?" Bonnie's dad looks over at me, looking me up and down. I wave and just say "I'm Springtrap, Bonnie's partner." and offer my hand.
He shakes it, beaming "Oh wonderful! I'm glad my Bonnie found someone, and someone as handsome as you!"
His comments make me blush, and so does his voice. Bonnie definitely gets his voice from him.
"Eheh, thank you Mr..."
"Ah, call me Mehrzad. You can pronounce the tapped r, yes?" He says, looking a bit curious.
"Are, Bonnie's been teaching me a bit" I say with a smile, holding Bonnie's free hand."
Mehrzad looks shocked and yells excitedly "Wonderful! Now come in, come in." He beckons all of us in. Armed with our suitcases and bags, we make our way in.
The foree is decorated with pictures of the family and different antiques, some looking like travel souvenirs, others old enough to be from family members possibly in Iran.
The delicious smell of rice and beef is in the air, as the sound of steam escaping a pot, and clink of utensils, all tell us that food's ready.
"Foxy, Freddy, Bonnie, you know the drill. Suitcases in room, and help your madaar. Springtrap, come with me" Bonnie's dad explains, beckoning me to come to the kitchen. I look over at Bonnie and he nods, letting me know it's okay.
I follow Mehrzad to the kitchen, and the full scents of seasonings hit me like a truck. My spice cabinet is used, but I feel like I barely use salt compared to the set up in the kitchen.
A tall fox is dancing around the kitchen, dressed in a sparkly pink shirt and black pants, humming to herself as music blasts.
"Hoda! HODA!" Bonnie's dad yells, getting the fox's attention. She turns the music off and turns around, asking "Che chizi mikhahid, Mehrzad?"
"Hoda, this is Springtrap. Springtrap, this is my wife, Hoda." Mehrzad gestures to the fox.
The fox looks over at me and shakes my hand, saying "Velcome Velcome, you are a friend of my children, yes?"
"Yeah, specifically Bonnie."
"Oh how vonderful! Vell, I hope you feel velcome here. I'm sure everyone vill love you on saturday."
"On what." I ask, surprised.
"Oh? Did Bonnie or no one tell you? Ve're having a family dinner on saturday." Hoda says with a smile, going back to cooking. She takes a couple vegetables and chops them up in rapid succession, like Bonnie does. I understand now where he gets it from, watching Hoda make a salad.
"Well, that'll be fun to experience. Is it a lot of people or?"
"Quite a lot, me and my husband have large families, all living near us. T'at's fine, right?"
"That's fine indeed." I say, leaning on the counter and watching Hoda cook.
Bonnie joins us, after asking his mom if he could help and being waved away.
"Heyyyy Booooon?" I ask, turning to him.
"Hmmmm? What does my khoshgele want?" He turns as well, holding my face romantically.
"Why didn't you warn me you had a family reunion this weekend?" I ask, holding his hand on my face.
"Why didn- THAT'S THIS WEEKEND!?" he exclaims, and turns to his mother, speaking in rapid farsi. His mother responds back, cool and collective.
I just sit and listen, Bonnie's speaking feeling tranquil. It soothes my ears to him speak, in any language to be honest, but something about the way he speaks Farsi...
"Spring, you're fine if my family comes over tomorrow, right?" Bonnie asks, looking at me with slight concern.
"Oh, it'll be fine, I promise. What else are we doing for the weekend? We've got until tuesday, right?" I say, waving my hand.
"Well... tomorrow I wanna go on a bit of a nature walk with you. Sunday is a farmers market, monday is a mall nearby, and tuesday we head back. Do you have any plans?" Bonnie asks, rubbing the top of my hand.
"No, I've never been in the area, so you're gonna have to do a lot of showing around." I say, letting him do so.
"Well, I can borrow a car this weekend, so we should be good if we wanna do something spontaneous. That okay?" Bonnie asks his mom.
"Besyaar khob" Bonnie's mom nods with approval. Bonnie nods back, and holds me close.
"Dinner's ready, if you vant to grab your brother and his boyfriend." Hoda says, as Bonnie nods again and runs upstairs.
"Is there anything I can help with?" I ask, getting from the counter.
"Can you please set some dishes and utensils? Foxy vill get t'e vater." She gestures to the cabinets and drawers. I do a small bit of math and get the appropriate amount of plates and utensils, setting them on the dining table. Hoda brings the rice and salad, setting them down while Mehrzad brings in beef. Bonnie comes back with his brother and Freddy, as we all sit down, me next to Bonnie.
The food is incredible, as we all dig in. The rice is beautifully cooked, with a delicious layer of saffron flavoring at the top, and tiny dried berries adding a new taste. The beef is also amazing, being the beef patties I had the first time I had dinner at Bonnie's place. The salad being the same, still as delicious.
I give my thanks to Hoda, as we continue eating.
"So, Springtrap, vhat's your major?" Hoda asks, looking at me.
"Biology, specifically in botany. I do love gardening as a hobby."
"Oh interesting, I think I've got a cousin in Iran who does some of that." Mehrzad says, taking a large portion of salad.
"Yeah, I like gardening, and help run the greenhouse on campus. The student one, not the one for science."
"How wonderful! Maybe you can teach Bonnie to garden or help us redo ours." Bonnie's dad adds, as Hoda knods.
"Yes, it vould be a lovely amount of help."
"I'll uh, make availbility if I can? Biology is a lot" I nervously say, watching Bonnie stare at me, his eyes telling me 'good luck'.
"So, vhat's new wit' everyone? I t'ink I heard t'at daaei Vahid found a partner." Foxy says, leading the conversation away.
"Oh that ended up being nothing," Mehrzad responds, "He went on a date, didn't work out. I told him, if you wanted to find good men, go to California. But no, he thinks he can find someone in Minnesota."
"Oh I didn't know Vahid was going for guys now" Bonnie responds, listening in.
"He's trying. He has no luck but he still tries."
The conversation turns into a nice flow, as Foxy and Mehrzad discuss the family and I get to learn a lot. Like who has what kids, who's currently banned from bringing food, and what people aren't allowed to talk about to not start an argument. It's a good conversation to know what to expect at least.
"Hey Spring, do you wanna head to a store after dinner? I found a music store I'm curious about, and if you wanna go, I'd love to go." Bonnie asks, tapping my hand.
"I'd love to, if it means going with you." I say, holding his.

Dinner ends with everyone cleaning up, and Bonnie packing up the leftover food. I try and help but turns out there's not a lot to do, so I wait while Bonnie packs up. A candle was lit, filling the air with a lovely vanilla scent.
"So, regarding tonight..." I ask, tapping the counter gently.
"Hm?"
"Are we sleeping in the same bed?" I ask, tapping gently.
"As long as you're okay with it, I don't mind. Personally though? I hope we sleep in the same bed tonight" Bonnie puts the food in the fridge, leaning over to me. Our noses touch, and we giggle slightly.
"Fair enough~, now, shall we head out?"
"We shall" Bonnie grabs the keys and walks out the door, and I follow with.
He gets back into Freddy's truck, starting it up as I buckle myself in.

The drive is a short and pleasant one, as Bonnie drives through streets and part of a mall. It's slightly crowded, but enough space to drive and find parking. The area they parked was in the mall area, but separated by a massive road, cutting through. He gets out, letting me get out as well and locking the car. We both take a small jog to the front, holding hands together and entering as well.
The store is lovely, filled to the brim wth musical equipment, from guitars lining the walls to recording equipment stacked on tables.
Bonnie immediatley beelines to guitars, looking at all of them with wonder and curiosity. He immediately switches to... small blocks? He's looking over all of them, mumbling to himself different things, tapping in a slight rhythm. He's so cute...
"Care to explain?" I ask, walking over to him and looking over.
"Pedals, I'm always curious to see different sounds, and some of them are so cool. I wonder if I could do live performances with them, or if it's just for recording." Bonnie explains, looking around. "Do we need soundproofing?" He wonders aloud.
"Soundproofing?"
"It's like... blocking out most noise so you have a better chance of recording. Because if you record, there's only so much you can edit out before it becomes a 'we need a new take' kind of thing. It's useful, but I think we might be fine if we do more live recordings instead."
"Ooh.." I hold onto Bonnie, listening in. "Has anyone told you how cute you are when you talk music?"
"I-" Bonnie blushes hard, looking away. "I just like music."
"And you're cute doing it." I boop him on the nose, causing us to both giggle.

***

It's late at night, as me and Bonnie are in his bed, our feet hanging off the edge, with a blanket too thick for fall but perfect for winter. Neither of us are asleep, staring into each other's eyes as we continue to hold another, embracing.
"Thinking of something?" Bonnie whispers, my ears shivering.
"Just you... you're so handsome. You definitely take after your dad." I say, stroking his curly hair.
That gets a small and quiet laugh out of him, as he holds me even closer. "I'd love to meet your family, and learn where you get everything from."
"Everything?"
"Everything. The way your hair falls straight at the ends, or how your eyes glimmer in the dark, or the little movements you do with your hands when you're bored. I want to know the almagamation that you are." He whispers all of that, breathing air into my ears and making me shiver with the hotness, and his body heat.
"I wish to say the same for you. I want to learn everything about you. Who you got your laugh from. Your talking patterns, your hair, your body, your everything.
"I want to know your family too, who everyone is. I want to learn about the uncles you don't talk about, the grandparents you love talking to and having tea over. The cousins you bond over videogames with. I want to know everything about you. Everything." I whisper in the darkness, feeling him shake in my arms.
"Oh? Like it when I talk like that~?" I keep whispering, feeling him shake and shiver, enjoying every second.
"M-Maybe..."
"Hmmm..." I think, "I love the way you talk, I love the way you laugh, I love the way you move. Especially the way you move. You move so gracefully, and hold yourself with so much confidence. I want that confidence so badly, and the way you do it. I love the way you smile, the way your eyebrows move. I love the way your cheeks squish a bit when you're genuinely happy, or how much your eyes show happiness
"I love the way you move your hands, the way you hold yourself. I love the way you shift yourself around when you hold something heavy, the way you do a small bounce when you want to give someone space, or move closer. I love the way you dance around when you're bored but standing. I love everything about you."
I can feel him shake in my arms, every breath of hot air hitting him, shaking him up.
"I love you, Bonnie." I say, holding him even closer.
"Say it again, please. I think that's the first time I've heard you ever say that to me." Bonnie asks, gripping me closer.
"I love you, I love you, I love you." I repeat, over and over.
"Doustet daaram... Springtrap." Bonnie says, a bit muffled.
"Oh? What does that mean?"
"I love you, Springtrap."
"Doustet daaram, Bonnie."
"But... since we're... together... Asheghetam"
"Asheghetam, Bonnie."
"I love the way you speak farsi, and the way you do it flawlessly. You sound so natural, and I love hearing you speak in general. You have this wonderful huskiness to your voice. I love hearing that, and the slight twang. It's romantic, in a weird way." Bonnie says, his grip tightening.
"I love your voice too. The way you speak farsi, how beautiful it sounds. Your voice makes everything you say, a piece of poetry. And when you speak farsi? I feel like I'm listening to beautiful calligraphy."
"Do you... genuinely think that?"
"Absolutely. I love your voice. It's a beautiful garden of a variety, with new flowers appearing together. I pretend I'm laying in that garden, surrounded by beautiful flora, being able to appreciate all of them."
"Asheghetam, Springtrap. I genuinely mean it."
"Asheghetam, my dear." I hold Bonnie, letting him melt into my fur. I can feel him slowly drift to sleep, as I drift away as well.

***

The absence of Bonnie is what I notice first, as I'm alone in his bed. It takes me a minute to realize he's not missing and I'm not in a stranger's bed, but his childhood bed. The smell of something good cooking is what draws me out, as I throw on a long sweater, covering my crotch and part of my legs. I dont know how much Bonnie's family is about modesty, but a legs should be fine, right?
Making my way to the kitchen, I hear a lot of talk, especially in farsi. It turns out to be Bonnie and his mother, discussing stuff as Bonnie flips something on the stove, while his mom chops up chicken.
"Ah, Springtrap, you're avake!" Hoda says, pausing the chopping. "Bonnie's making breakfast, go grab some tea or vater."
"Tea?" I ask, curiously.
"Yes, tea. Ve alvays drink tea at breakfast, mugs are in t'at cabinet" Hoda points to a cabinet on the opposite side with the knife. I nod, and grab a mug and some tea. "Bonnie, whatcha making?"
"French toast, you can just sit and relax. I got it." Bonnie says, flipping some onto a plate. It's already a stack.
"You sure? I can try and help."
"No no, please, relax, I can take care of it, dear" It warms my heart when he calls me dear. I sigh and take a seat at the table, sipping some tea.
Bonnie ends up making a bunch, as Mehrzad, Foxy, and Freddy make their way down. Foxy takes over with bringing maple syrup, jams, and a small unlabeled container. Mehrzad takes with making more food with Hoda, as I just sit and watch. It feels weird not helping, but Bonnie's got an eye in the back of his head with how he has me sit down every time I get up.
Eventually everyone's at the table, as Bonnie sits next to me and dishes out the french toast. I try a small piece when everyone gets theirs, and oh goodness Bonnie should go into culinary arts. It's incredibly fluffy, and tastes even more delicious with the maple syrup. "You did amazing, khoshgele" I say.
"Aww, thanks, it's just french toast." Bonnie says, a bit of blush forming.
"I'd marry you just for the french toast." Bonnie slightly chokes, but regains his composure.
"That's wonderful dear, now let's keep eating. We gotta be prepared for The Family."
"The Family?" I ask, concerned.
"The Family-"
"It's just our relatives coming over. It's not t'at big of a deal, to be honest." Foxy answers instead, eating a large piece.
"Oh, should I be concerned or-"
"No, you don't have to. Just stay in a corner with someone, and you'll survive. You may get some questions since you're new or if you dress a bit funky, but otherwise you'll be safe, trust me." Freddy answers for Foxy.
"Everyone's coming over at five, so be presentable." Mehrzad, says, drinking his coffee. "If you have nice and comfy clothes, wear those. It'll be raining this evening, so everyone will be inside."
"Comfy clothes?" I ask, confused.
"The Children Will Arrive." Mehrzad says ominously.

***

Four thirty rolls around and I'm lying on Bonnie's bed again. I'm in a green button up, flowers embroidered all over, thanking Mangle's friends as I feel the material. Jeans pair nicely as well, though the nice jeans, and not the ones wiht mud on the bottom. A little bit of gold jewelry at least, since Bonnie let me borrow his. It goes nicely maybe, with my fur.
Bonnie comes back into the room, wearing just jeans and trying to brush out his hair. I admire the sight of his torso, loving every moment I get to stare at those beautiful muscles and watch them work. He tosses on pretty quickly a black sweater, decorated with moon symbols all over, and fluffs his hair out.
"You look so hot right now, don't you know?" I say, staring at him with love in my eyes.
"Oh please, I could have a dirt rag around my waist and you'd still call me hot." Bonnie responds, spraying a bit of spray into his hair, and putting on jewelry, including a choker.
"Bit risky, huh?"
"Eh, I'll be fine. I've worn it before and my maadarbozorg compliments me everytime."
"Maadarbozorg?"
"Grandma. You'll be hearing a lot of farsi tonight, so just ask me if you need anything." Bonnie holds my face, cupping it.
"Do I need a runthrough of your family?" I ask, holding his.
"You'll be fine, just ask around and you'll make it through."
"And who's coming over?"
"Everyone"
"Oh dear." I kiss Bonnie, holding the back of his head. His fur is so soft, and I get a whiff of whatever Bonnie sprayed. It's slightly grape.
"I'll be right next to you, I promise. They know what I'm like, so we'll be fine." he takes a small sniff. "Did you go with the oak cologne? It's nice on you."
"Thanks, and it is... Will I have to interact with the kids? I don't know how to deal with kids."
"You'll be fine, I promise. They'll probably be busy watching a movie or something, or wrestling."
"And the adults?"
"They'll beeline to you, since you're new. But again, you'll be fine."
"You promise?"
Bonnie hooks my pinky with his, and goes "I promise."
I nod back, resting my forehead on his.

We end up heading downstairs, waiting with Foxy and Freddy. Foxy's got a red cardigan and black button up, and black jeans. Freddy's got on a purple sweater, with light blue jeans. Foxy's got a bit of eyeliner on as well, sharper wings than anything I'd ever do.
Hoda is sporting a beautiful gold dress, with flowers and patterns embroidered and sewn on. She also had her hair curled up, but not as curled as Bonnie's. That's definitely where Bonnie got the curls.
Mehrzad was wearing black dress pants, a blue button up, and lot of gold jewelry. I look over to Bonnie with a silent glance of "are you all normally this dressed up for family gatherings?"
He looks back with a yes. I let out a silent sigh, and hold onto him on the couch.
In quick succession:
First up is amu Hussein, and his wife Angelica. They've also brought their kids Aria and Homa, who run around greeting everyone. They give me a quick lookover, before running off.
Khaleh Leila and her husband Sam, with their kids Ziba and Mahtab.
Ameh Rahele, with her husband Ross and Ramin and Neda.
Khaleh Farangis, husband Alan, and their kid Anoush. Joining them is Dayi Vahid, who takes a seat next to Bonnie and I instead. He's a fox like Foxy is, brown fur with black ends, and a lot of jewelry, and a lot more casual in a jean jacket, a button up in a nice shade of yellow, and ripped jeans.
Before any of us can breathe, the grandparents arrive together, Hoda's parents of Reza and Marjane, and Mehrzad's of Afsoun and Parisa.
It's a lot of names and a lot of greeting, and my head slightly spins as I sit back with Bonnie and Vahid.
"You okay? You look dizzy" Bonnie asks, holding me by his side.
"My family is just my parents and my grandparents on my mom's side. I'm not used to being in such a large group of people."
"Fair enough, we can just sit here or move to my room, if you want." Bonnie asks, squeezing my hand.
"I'll be fine here, in case someone wants to chat." I lean back, squeezing his. He nods and leans back.
"You're right, someone does." Vahid leans over, offering his hand. "I'm Vahid, Bonnie's dayi. You know what dayi is, right?"
I shake it, "Yeah, it's uncle, more on the mother's side, right? I'm Springtrap, Bonnie's?"
"Partner, Springtrap is my partner." Bonnie interjects, holding me close.
"Oh? Little Bonnie found a partner? That's wonderful to here. And quite a bright one too, did Bonnie teach you that." Vahid shakes mine back, and leans back.
"He did. He's wonderful." I give Bonnie a small peck on the cheek, which makes him chuckle slightly.
"Well, that's wonderful to hear. If I can give you some advice, stick to him and never talk with the aunties." Vahid says, leaning on the couch and relaxing.
"Only khaleh Farangis is who you need to worry about. She gossips like it's her life." Bonnie adds, rubbing a circle onto the top of my hand.
"Khaleh Farangis normally, but since you've brought a partner? Oh they're gonna swarm you." Vahid chuckles, and stretches.
I look at Bonnie, slightly mortified.
"Actually... not even the aunts. The uncles you should worry about. You've tried tahdig, right?"
"Yeah, it's really good."
"Yeah you're gonna have to fight. Tahdig here is worthy of war, and I'd fight too if I didn't value my limbs. But all of Hoda's cooking is."
"Bonnie cooks pretty well too. I'd fight for the tahdig he makes."
"Oh?" Vahid shifts a bit, "not surprised. Bonnie always did take after his mother. Where did you two meet?"
"We met at college. I'm a bio major, specializing in botany and all that." I answer, tapping Bonnie's hand.
"Ahh, I see. Well, again, congrats to you both, and I hope you all survive tonight. I'm gonna go bug your brother, Bons." Vahid gets up and moves to where Foxy and Freddy were, leaning on the counter with them.
"Bonnie?" I turn over slightly, a bit of terror in my voice.
"You'll be fine. I'll beat anyone up who tries to fight you for the tahdig." Bonnie holds me, rubbing the palm of my hand.
"Promise?"
"Promise"

Dinner is a chaotic mess as all of the kids go first, and most of the adults sit at another table. Me, Bonnie, Foxy, Freddy, and Vahid all sit in a little room off to the side, and I'm grateful for the smaller amount of noise.
"How's the band going? You all were discussing that at some point, Aare?" Vahid asks.
"Aare, we just released stuff on streaming now." Freddy answers, eating his food.
The food is delicious, a beautiful taste of rice with a bit of saffron, and chicken soaked in the same as well. There's a bit of sumac I added, with some salad and a bit of flat bread. It's beautiful and delicious, and vaguely reminds me of home in some way. Maybe it's the blast of flavors.
"That's good to hear, I remember hearing you two discuss it years ago. What do you all specialize?" Vahid asks.
"Well, for some reason we call ourselves rock with a weird aesthetic but it's a mish mash. I do guitar, Freds does violin, Foxy's got the piano, and Chica's our drummers. I think we should get a bassist involved." Bonnie answers, taking a sip of water. "I think... Rox does some bass stuff? Or Monty? Do either of you know?" He looks to Freddy and Foxy.
"Vell, I t'ink bot' do. Ve can do bot' and have multiple, or svitch out depending on availability. Up to t'em, really." Foxy answers, thinking off to the side.
"Fair enough, I think I'm gonna ask Chica about it. We do need a bassist also because we need to fill that role and for song stuff. But that's for after fall break." Bonnie responds, tapping. "Is Mangle free anytime this week? I need to ask them some questions." He turns to me.
"Uhhh... not sure, why?"
"I wanna see if they can help style us again, or stay in contact because they've been a real help."
"Honey we're dating, they're gonna be in contact with you through me if not direct." I say, holding his free hand.
He nods and we go back to dinner.

After dinner is some small quietness, as the kids are all watching a movie. Me and Bonnie are outside, watching the rain fall down, covering the neighborhood and streets in water and a mis of rain and gloom. We're lucky to be under a covering or we'd be drenched, but I'd love to dance in the rain either way, "If we didn't have family over, I'd ask you to dance in the rain with me." Bonnie says.
"Maybe another day..." I say, going back to the rain.
"Yeah... I'd love to do it one day... I feel you'd be beautiful in the rain."
"Oh please," I wave Bonnie off, "I'm not that beautiful in the rain."
"Oh really? I think you are beautiful. The way the light shines on you, when you're off thinking, the way your hair looks so beautifully soft. The way the clothes you wear make you look beautiful, or hug you so close to your body I want to rip them off and just see it. And god do I want to rip your clothes off." Bonnie says, holding me close, his hands gripping my shirt.
"Tonight, you can do that. And you can admire, on one condition." I whisper into his ears.
"Oh?"
"I get to do the same, and I get to appreciate all of you."
"Even..."
"Especially." I whisper, tracing shapes on his chest. "We should probably head in, don't want anyone suspicius of us."
"Oh we'll be fine out here. Suspicious because we're not interacting with people, or suspicious we're kissing?"
"Both"
"Again, they know I like to disappear for bits of time, and Freddy and Foxy don't know what a closed door is."
"Ah..."
"But I think it's almost dessert time, so... ladies first?" Bonnie opens the door for me, letting me in.
Indeed it's dessert time, as everyone's in the kitchen, crowding around the island. Hoda is dishing out tiramisu, handing everyone a slice. Me and Bonnie grab some, heading off to the little room area to eat, sitting together. It's quiet here, with Bonnie. Quiet until-
"Oh my goodness I didn't expect to find you two here! May I take a seat?"
Bonnie's khaleh Leila comes in, sitting across from us. She's wearing a black dress with lace designs on the sleeves, with a lot of cold jewelry, and heavy makeup. She's a lot more deer, resembling Foxy with the antlers, but a bit less sharp of a snout. Her hair isn't as curly, more wavey and bouncey.
"Oh uh... go ahead." I answer for her.
"I thought you were sitting with your kids." Bonnie asks, a bit of concern.
"Eh, Sam's got them. Now, who's the lovely partner?" She leans in close to me, staring me almost dead in the eye.
"Khaleh, be kind. This is Springtrap, and I adore them." Bonnie says, tapping Leila's shoulder. She moves back a bit.
"Adore them, sure. Now, tell me everything, Springtrap. What's your major, your hobbies, do you have a job-"
"Easy easy, khaleh."
"Hey, no, it's fine." I calm Bonnie down, "I'm a bio major specializing in botany, I like to garden and take care of the student gardens on campus, and I don't have a job during the school year. During the summers and breaks I work for a gardening store downtown of campus."
"Hm..." Leila mutters something in farsi to Bonnie, who blushes a bit. I nudge for him to tell me what she said.
"She said she thought you were a model instead." He answers slightly sheepishly.
"Oh, no, that could be my roommate. They love fashion and makeup, and I'm sure would be a model. I just put on clothes and pretend I know what I'm doing."
"Ah, a bit of a shame, he's so handsome" Leila says, waving her hand.
"It's they" I say a bit meekly.
"Ah, let me rephrase. A bit of a shame, they're so handsome." SHE IMMEDIATELY TOOK TO THAT!?
"A-Ah... thank you..." I sheepishly respond.
"But no job..." Leila says, looking a bit mad.
"I work during breaks! It's just uh... too much for me to work during the school year when I have other things going on." I try and answer, really hoping I set a good impression.
"Well, at least you're working. Albeit small. Anyhow, that was a lovely talk, but the quiet of my kids is bothering me." Leila says, grabbing her plate and walking off. I look at Bonnie, hoping I made a good impression.
"You're fine, she asks everyone those questions." Bonnie says, holding my hand.
I tap back, as a thank you.

***

The guests all leave, leaving me and Bonnie with clean up duty. It's our job to put chairs away, move a table, and help vacuum or mop up anything, until Hoda can get to it. Foxy's been placed on dish duty, while Mehrzad and Hoda talk with neighbors.
It's not a lot of cleaning, as these kids have more manners than the ones that tour campus, so it's just moving some furniture and waiting by counter, while Foxy finishes up.
Glancing at the clock, it's almost ten PM somehow. I sigh and look over at Bonnie, who's tapping the counter in rythm.
"Do you wanna do something, Bons?" I ask, leaning over to him.
"Hm? We could watch a movie, I brought my laptop with me." He responds, still tapping.
"We could do that, maybe get to Mulan?"
"Sounds right with me."
"Kids, you all can run off, I vill take care of t'e rest." Hoda says, waving us all off as Foxy finishes up.
We all run up to our rooms, with me and Bonnie falling onto his bed. It's soft and cozy, like my lovely boyfriend. He grabs his laptop, logging on to some stuff quickly, and starts up Mulan. It's quiet between us, as we sleepily watch. The beautiful animation starts, as Bonnie quickly turns off the lights and jumps back in.

It's at Reflection, and I can hear Bonnie slightly sing it under his breath. I love his singing so much, hearing him hit every note, disappearing into the softest falsetto. He's an amazing singer and I wish he let all of his voice show, falsetto including.
"Who I am... inside" he sings quietly, matching the actress singing, whispering with her, slight tears in his eyes. I rub the top of his head, and he closes his eyes, smiling. A small bit of purring comes from him, as we continue watching.

The movie ends, with both of us entangled in each other. Bonnie's quiet against my chest, as I move his laptop to a nearby desk. He's breathing, but not asleep.
"You know you can sleep, the movie's over." I softly say in his ears, feeling him shiver.
"Do you... like me even though I'm a trans man?"
I take a moment, to think my words before I speak. "Of course I do. I don't just like you, I feel... I love you. I love you so much, scars to perfection. And I think earlier, I got told I could admire that body."
He giggles a bit, moving to take off his shirt, and standing up, letting me see all of him. The soft light of the outside world, outlines the bumps and valleys of his body, showing off his beautifully toned stomach, his chest that I wish to feel flex against myself, beautiful ink sprawled all over his fur and skin, and beautiful muscles to keep me safe. I place my hand on his chest, feeling every muscle under my hand, every bit of fur, and the scars. I feel my own chest, tracing both his, and where mine would line up.
"Can I?" He asks, lifting the hem of my shirt slightly. I nod, letting him do so.
He lifts up my shirt, taking it off for me. His hands are gentle against my body, rubbing my chest with love and adoration, tracing every line.
"Am I a work of art like you said earlier?" I ask, posing for him.
"You are a masterpiece, khoshgele. If I wanted to find the answer to life, I'd find it within your body. The rivers and wind could not compare to the beauty of your body, the way you twist more gracefully than the stars dance in the night sky.
"And the softness? Oh I have petted cats, felt the early morning fog, tasted cotton candy that can't compare. I wish to one day have fur as beautiful as yours." He continues, rubbing my body. I shiver under his touch, letting him continue.
"I want you to keep going, to admire it. You wanted this body so much, now you can have it." I purr, gesturing for him.
He grins, and flops into my chest, getting an "OOMPH!" out of me. He giggles slightly, nuzzling his face into my chest. "Oh you're so fluffy and soft and squishy and I love that you're squishy..." he says, a bit muffled.
It brings a bit of blush to my face, as I ask "You... like that I'm a bit big?"
"I love it, khoshgele," he says, lifting up. "I love that you're cuddly and squishy and adorable and big. I love seeing your stomach slightly pool out of your pants, or feeling your chest and how much I can hold, or how your thighs pool a bit. I love it I love it I love it." He plants kisses on my chest and stomach, kissing down to the waist of my pants. He looks up, a bit hesitant.
"You can take them off, it's uncomfortable sleeping in them. But just the pants, okay? I don't wanna go commando tonight."
He nods, ripping them off of me and kissing my thighs, sending shivers. He moves a bit, taking my hands to the waist of his. "Please, take them off for me. I did the act of stripping you down, and now I want you to do the same for me. I give you my permission."
I nod, and rip them off of him, feeling the way his hips curve slightly and dip, and his thighs. Oh how have I not appreciated those yet. I kiss the the edge of his boxers, as I rub his thighs, feeling the soft fur move.
"You act like my thighs are worthy of worship." Bonnie giggles, leaning over me.
"They are, they're so soft and I love the way your hips dip a bit, especially when I rub my hands against the form of your hips and can feel it... And I love the way your v line disappears under those boxers, and how I wish I could see what connects beneath." I tap on the egde of his boxers, tracing the lines going up, to holding his sides.
"Another night, you can find out, and you can explore." Bonnie purrs, holding my face and bending down. "I want to know what's hiding behind your boxers too, and I want to see every part of you. I want you."
His voice sends shivers down my spine, as I hold him closer. "Another night, my love."
He shivers, but bends to my neck. "May I leave marks on you, so that the whole world knows you belong to me?"
"Please, mark me. Leave kisses and bite marks, let the world see your love on me." I ask, posing for him. His smile is audible, as he leaves bite marks all over my neck and shoulders, adding hickeys as well. It's a wonderful experience, as I try and breathe through the moans. I love every second of this, holding him close as he leaves more, covering most of my body.
It feels like heaven, until he stops. "Why'd you stop?" I ask.
"Because I covered most of your body, and I want you to do the same. I want you to leave me covered and marked, to show the world the night we had, and how proud we are. I want you to." he says, wonder in his eyes.
I flip over him, pinning him to the bed, while he remains helpless. He's so cute when restrained, I think as I leave harsh marks on his body, bite marks covering his shoulders, hickeys on his neck and chest, and a mixture of both all over him. I can feel him shiver and moan against me, as I hold him down. And when he grips onto me, I can feel all of his strength while grabbing me, and it emboldens me more.
"P-Please Springtrap, m-ark-" he pushes through a small moan "me".
I look back at my work, and realize I've marked all of him in this short time. "Unfortunately I finished up. Otherwise, I'd have to go lower and I'd rather not, for tonight."
Bonnie laughs a bit, rubbing my head ad saying "You made me feel wonderful, anyways. Asheghetam, Springtrap."
"Asheghetam, Bonnie. And I love the noises you made, it just reminded me of heaven. And oh are you heaven." I laugh a bit, laying on him.
"You made some interesting noises too."
"That I did... wait..."
"Hmm?"
"Could... could your family hear us?" I ask nervously, hoping I didn't broadcast our little moment together to the world.
"My room is sound proof since I write music, and Foxy and Freddy have proven you could scream and no one would hear a thing. We're safe, I promise."
I hold out my pinky for him, and he wraps his around mine.
It's off to sleep for us.

It would be sleep, if I could sleep. I feel restless, tossing slightly, trying to find sleep. I hear slight sniffles from Bonnie, rubbing his back every once in a while, to hopefully calm him down. His sniffling stops, and I feel him breathe a bit better.
Until he jumps up, clutching his heart and gasping. I look over, asking "You okay? Couldn't breathe?"
He looks back at me, tears in his eyes as he quietly whispers "Please don't go."
I look at him confused, but hold him close. "I'm not going anywhere, I promise. Are you okay? Can you breathe?"
I feel a nod against my chest, as I rub his back. "Do you wanna talk about it?"
"Can you stay here? Please?"
"I'll stay, forever and ever."
"Forever?"
"Forever."
Silence from Bonnie, as I rock him slightly. "I... I had a nightmare you left me because I'm a transman, and you're disappointed in who I am." Bonnie says, his speech muffled and broken by tears.
"Why would I ever leave you for that, or be disappointed? You're like... a canvas of a perfect painting. Every part of you is so beautiful, even if you think you're a mess, or a disappointment. You are my masterpiece, and I love all of you. No matter what."
"Do you really mean that? I've... had someone leave because of that."
"I mean every word. I love you, and love all of you. You could have a back full of eyes, or hands out of your mouth, and I would still stare into those eyes, or kiss every hand. I want you. All of you."
Silence from Bonnie, as I hold him. "I'm gonna lay down, okay?"
He nods, and I lay down, rubbing his back and the back of his head.
"His name was Kyle... I thought he really liked me, or at least tolerated me. We... It was the one time I was in the mood, and let him undress me. He... He saw what was underneath, called me a freak, and left the apartment. Blocked my number, tried to out me in front of all of his friends. He forgot I performed a show in front of him once and everyone saw the scars. But he was expecting the perfect trans man, someone who has all the bits removed and added on, and not someone with just one thing."
"Well, fuck Kyle. If he didn't want you for all of you, then fuck him. You deserve someone who loves you for all of you. Personally? I don't care what you have or don't have. As long as you are you, I will always love you, no matter what." I whisper in his ear, letting him hear every word. "I'm not going away, or leaving, I promise."
"T-Thank you... T-Thank you for not leaving me. Even through everything."
"I promise, if I leave, it's because I died. And I hope we die together, as morbid as it is."
Bonnie laughs at that, a bit hollow. "As morbid and dark as it is, I think you being here saved me. Not in that way but like... I was worried I'd spend my college alone, and that I'd be resigned to the loneliness. That I'd drown in it... But then you showed up
"You showed up and I fell hard in love, I fell so hard just from that first meeting. I was so worried I'd lose you, even from that moment. I didn't even know if you liked me, but I fell in love."
"When..." I take a deep breath, "when I moved into the apartment this year, I moved in before anyone else did. It's been a couple years of living in them, but that first night... I had a breakdown and thought I'd be alone forever. It kind of stuck with me, until I met you. I didn't know I had a crush on you until Mangle verbally beated it out of me."
"You really didn't know?" Bonnie asks, looking up at me. A small bit of eyeliner smudged.
"You're talking to someone who hasn't been in a relationship for a long time. I've forgotten what a crush felt like."
"Well, now you're in love."
"And I'd rather be in love with you, than anyone else." I boop his nose with mine. "Think you can sleep?"
"Maybe... Can you still hold me?"
"Always." I answer, rubbing his back.
Sleep finally came for us, and I am grateful to be asleep with Bonnie in my arms. I love him.

The morning after is calm, with the slight pour of rain hitting the surface of the world. It creates a beautiful tap, tap, tap, sound on the windows, painting the world a wet grey. But none of that matters with Bonnie sleeping peacefully in my arms, beautiful in the morning light, with his curls splayed all over, and his hands all over me. I love him, and I hope things never end.
As I awake, it takes me a second to realize he is in my arms, that he's worth everything to me. I hope I am too.