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shankschewtoy · 9 months

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Hey slayer. I've been violently ill lately and thought it be best to turn my misery into your profit, so here's a request for you. May I request the asl trio with an s/o that one night got really really sick?? Like I'm talking throwing up in the toilet, body shaking, feeling like you're going yo die type of thing. Thanks, have a great day and I hope you drink water 👋

a/n - nooo! I’m sorry about that anon :( I hope you feel better soon :) sorry in advance but I somehow make things cracky when they’re supposed to be serious 💀

warnings ⚠️ - g/n reader, vomit, comfort

- this guy hasn’t gotten sick once in his entire life, so he doesn’t know what the fuck to do when someone gets sick- (have you seen the way he tried to handle when nami got sick 😭)

- today, you already felt nauseous, sick to your stomach. The thought of eating made you want to throw yourself overboard-

- the rocking waves that shook the boat back and forth only contributed more- you weren’t even sure if this was your sickness, or sea sickness at this point

- maybe both?

- the toilet was your new bestie, the amount of times you threw up in there were countless

- chopper did his best with what meds he had- but nothing really eased the sickness. Your head just kept banging, dizzy from how many times you’ve thrown up

- your captain wasn’t sure what to do- he just kept frantically calling chopper over to see if you were ok.. He knew that maybe his funny antics weren’t going to help you right now

- “Sorry y/n… But I think this is just going to pass tomorrow, hang in there.” -chopper

- You were glad it wasn’t anything serious, but this was horrible

- Don’t you worry, Luffy stayed with you the entire night. He stole a bucket from Sanji for you to throw up in, and tried to tell you funny stories to lighten up your mood

- “Okok- ummmmm. Ok so there was this one time where grandpa kicked me down into a hole at night and-“ (Luffy was abused /with love)

- whenever you tried to sleep, he’d pat your head softly to lull you to sleep, and he tried his VERY hardest not to make any noise

- he ends up making noise but- it’s alright, you still love him (I hope)

- “Y/n! Don’t think about green! Like- don’t think about bushes and stuff! Think about uh… Meat! Wait- no. Uhm….“

- You were getting even more sick at the mention of the color green.. And meat? Luffy no.

- “NO I’M SORRY! DON’T THINK ABOUT MEAT! THINK ABOUT UH- THE SKY? THE GOING MERRY! SUNNY?”

- with him naming random stuff extremely loudly, it was able to distract you from all those gross thoughts, good save Luffy

- you made it through the night (traumatized) but alive. You were glad Luffy was there to stay with you, even though he’s not the best doctor in town lmao

- he loves you, and he’d do anything to make you feel alright :)

- he’s very experienced with almost every sickness, and he’s read about almost every kind of medical book he has in his library

- but nothing prepared him for taking care of the person he loved, because books don’t cover that :)

- you already asked Dragon if you could rest for today, and that alone made sabo so worried. You never had to miss a mission.. This must’ve been really bad

- as soon as the ship docked, sabo sprinted, and I mean SPED towards the headquarters

- my man literally knocked poor koala over on the way 😭

- when he burst through the door like a mad man, he grimaced when he saw how bad you looked

- you were still sitting by the toilet, your face turning green in close intervals

- “Oh hey sabo- how was the m-“ *throws up*

- “Y/N?! ARE YOU OK?!”

- He’s about to faint, but he managed to drag the doctor out from his office, and haul ass back to you for him to check you out

- sabo never knew he could be so tense and anxious, he found out today that he suffered from major anxiety whenever something bad happened to you 😭

- The doctor explained that it was simply a really bad stomach flu, and it would go away by either tomorrow or the next few days

- sabo was glad it wasn’t anything serious! But still, he was worried about you, I mean… You weren’t looking great-

- He tried his best, but whenever you threw up, he felt sick as well- so he comforted you while closing his eyes and covering his ears (he’s trying)

- at one point he had to run off because he threw up too 💀 probably from both feeling horrible because you were going through this. And also, he’s scared of vomit unfortunately

- just because he’s scared doesn’t mean he’s not going to stay with you 24/7! He’s sitting with you, giving you whatever you ask and need

- he tries to talk about anything except vomit and the color green lmao- but he somehow finds a way to get back to it??

- “Yeah on the mission today- we were freeing some of our comrades and one of them- his name’s Steve. He was wearing this AWFUL green shirt and I swear-!” *throws up*

- “I’M SORRY- FORGET EVERYTHING I JUST SAID PLEASE.”

- this poor man is dying, but trying 👍

- like Luffy, this guy has never been sick. EVER

- but he’s an expert at sensing whether or not you’re feeling ok- it’s kinda creepy

- it’s like he knows if a sneeze is coming, and he says bless you early 0-0

- this time, he didn’t catch it since he was off the ship, kicking marine ass on an island

- when he got back, you were- let’s just say.. You’ve been better.

- Whitebeard was worried, and Marco took a look at you right away. No one was as worried as Ace though, this poor guy was on fire, quite literally

- he kept accidentally setting things on fire around him from how worried he was!

- “Ace, don’t panic. Stay calm.” -Whitebeard

- “I AM CALM.”

- no he is not calm at all

- Marco told you that this would just have to pass normally, and he could only give you some anti-nausea meds

- when ace could finally go into your room, he was asking every single question known to man

- “Baby are you ok? You need water? Hugs? Food? A bucket? Meds? Blanket? Marco to turn into a fluffy bird and for you to hold him in your hand?”

- “…what?”

- let’s just say if you need something, he’s on it

- whenever you throw up, he’s like- cheering you on?

- “Great job! Get all that nasty stuff out! You got this!”

- I mean. It helped I guess 💀

- he’ll give you cuddles, hugs, anything to help you fall asleep and get through the night

- you finally fell asleep on him after a couple hours

- but this poor dude needed to pee so bad at around 3am. But the thought of waking you up, only for you to start throwing up again made him so sad..

- he didn’t want you to have to go through it again if you didn’t have to!

- so he sucked it up, and held it until you woke up at 7

- “Oh hey ace.. I feel a lot better now, thanks for staying.”

- “Oh my gosh that’s great! But give me like- 10 seconds I have to pee so fucking bad-!”

- my man SPED to the bathroom, leaving a literal trail of fire 💀💀💀

- he was in there for a while 😭

a/n - ace is so sweet 🥹

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9800sblog · 10 months

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weekly tarot reading for each zodiac sign

june 26 - july 1

you should read about your:

• ascendant/rising sign - for the events happening in your life and your patterns of behavior this week. • moon sign - for your personal perspectives and introspection. • sun sign - for how you might react to all of it.

ARIES

so this is the start of cancer season, you're not very comfortable in this energy, you may feel defensive and offended oftenly, depressed, misunderstood and powerless. creativity is a great outlet!

picture to burn - taylor swift

key words: introspection, considering, eyes closed, microphone, offers, choices, unfair, sleep, cold.

★☆★☆★☆★★☆★☆★

TAURUS

you're very comfortable this week, this may be a time when being possessive over your material goods pays off well to enjoy a nice future. not emotionally fulfilling, maybe lonely.

barbie tingz - nicki minaj

key words: loose clothes, hair down, investing, planning, fruits of your labor, selfishness, stubborn, stars.

★☆★☆★☆★★☆★☆★

GEMINI

financially great time, maybe you'll get your salary this week, you're very fulfilled materially. however, you're in a minute of insecurity, you have everything, so pay attention only to the good!

talking body - tove lo

key words: imbalance, sunlight, late night conversations, rain, flowers, award, thin, exchange, family business.

★☆★☆★☆★★☆★☆★

CANCER

your intuition is at an all time high and it is saying you may have neglected your mental and emotional well-being for material stability. with your intelligence, as long as you're attentive to those areas, you'll be ok! rest well, you're on the right track!

want u back - cher lloyd

key words: patience, self respect, inner confidence, perceived competition, tired, suspicious, attentive, support.

★☆★☆★☆★★☆★☆★

LEO

you refuse to conform, your friends, family, job, society, spiritual beliefs might be saying one thing to you but it's not your truth and you won't settle. you're powerful when standing your ground, everyone respects you.

primadonna - marina

key words: royalty, metal, inner thoughts, imagination, the unseen, waiting, boss, confidence.

★☆★☆★☆★★☆★☆★

VIRGO

your work hasn't been paying off and you're looking for different ways to increase wealth. teamwork is the key, rely on those you trust the most to help you grow! it'll work out, the cards say opportunities may fall from the sky!

misery business - paramore

key words: shiny things, mediocre, frustration, house, family, community, a helping hand, relaxing.

★☆★☆★☆★★☆★☆★

LIBRA

you're coming out of a dark patch, you're not used to something this good happening but balance is sure to follow you. it is not a new idea or someone else's thoughts, this is where your soul feels at home ^^ "we're halfway there!"

love on top - beyoncé

key words: inner peace, music, beauty, power, healing, stronger, hardworking, self centered, consequences.

★☆★☆★☆★★☆★☆★

SCORPIO

a time of celebration and learning, you have a lot going for you physically and, internally, you're full of introspection and a thirst for knowledge - it may cause you some anxiety if you think your outer world doesn't match with you, find ways to be who you are when you're alone while with others, talk to your walls.

i write sins not tragedies - panic! at the disco

key words: house, money, options, rethinking, family talk, dark room, cats, holding hands, secret, hidden.

★☆★☆★☆★★☆★☆★

SAGITTARIUS

you may have great conversations this week, which will help get you out of a very difficult moment. you may have felt betrayed, but someone will make you think the world is not as bad as you think and you may seriously consider quitting an unfavorable job.

i kissed a girl - katy perry

key words: intoxicated, rose-colored glasses, support, healing, surprise, bored, typical, annoyed.

★☆★☆★☆★★☆★☆★

CAPRICORN

waiting for something that will make you really happy is making you sad, focus on the lovely people around you and try to start a new project for distraction, fulfillment is sure to follow soon.

heartbreak girl - 5 seconds of summer

key words: happy family, pets, money, self induced heartbreak, decision, savings, prepared, working out, closing doors.

★☆★☆★☆★★☆★☆★

AQUARIUS

good news may come this week and people will try to shut your excitement down, you'll feel betrayed but you know they are right, it is not the time to move yet, hold that thought and contemplate your next moves. it's a coming of age scene.

dilemma - nelly (ft. kelly rowland)

key words: rite of passage, hit the breaks, nap, newspaper, boat, pretty clothes, closing a faucet.

★☆★☆★☆★★☆★☆★

PISCES

you're bringing a good idea you had a long time ago into reality, this is something you're passionate about and it's taking you out of pain. so much fulfillment, try not to be too egotistical or do too many things at once and this will be a great week!!!

rude - magic!

key words: potions, tea, headband, excitement, delicacy, forever, much water, working out, fire party, rainbow.

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finniestoncrane · 1 year

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Your One True Nemesis

Chapter 14: also on AO3 Masterlist Here Arkham!Riddler x Female!Reader, word count: 1.7k my dumb ass wouldn't need him to say sorry i'd forgive him for everything, i already do request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: some angst, fluff, awkward flirting

You were less than three sips of your morning coffee down before Eddie came barrelling down the tunnel from the workshop to where you were sitting. Peace shattered.

“You. Let’s go to my office.”

“Good morning to you too.”

He stopped in his tracks, waving a hand as he turned to you.

“Oh, yes. Good morning. I haven’t slept, so technically I’m well within my rights to forego any greetings.”

“Christ, Eddie.”

At no point did he stop now, intent on making his way to his office uninterrupted by your nagging concerns. When he reached the door, he went straight through, popping back out a moment later, eyes wide and face wearing an expression of irritation.

“Well?”

“Oh! Ok, coming.”

Entering the office after a quick jog across the living space, you found him sitting at his desk, fingers poised and tented under his chin as he watched you uneasily take a seat.

“I thought it time for an employee evaluation.”

He’s going to fire me.

The thought was instant, and it lodged itself into the front of your mind with no intentions of letting loose the vice like grip it had on your anxiety.

“Really? Do I get to evaluate you back?”

Your tone was snippy, tinged with a little bit of malice as you had already prepared for a torrid of insults to come spewing forth from both of your mouths the moment he dismissed you.

“My, you’re rather keen on fighting me, aren’t you? Well… good. I’m looking forward to it too!”

His body was still, solid, as he leaned back uncomfortably in his squeaky chair. Remaining silent, you waited for him to speak first, keeping eye contact during the stale mate. It was only broken when he sighed and looked to the ceiling before starting what you knew was the end.

“First, let me begin by reiterating that I never need help with anything. And yet, here you are. A necessity, I assure you. For my plans are so complex, so fiendishly inventive, that I am forced to manufacture a race of robotic servant to commence, and to do that, I needed assistance. Not help.”

Unsure of where he was going with his lecture, you sat back, trying to appear relaxed though you were completely nervous, your body feeling as though it were made of metal and wires than pliable flesh.

“There have been… certain issues between us. Difficulties to overcome. But over time I have learned… some things from you. And what I do know about you, is that you can’t even fail properly. That’s how incompetent you are.”

Raising an eyebrow, you opened your mouth to reply, but stopped as the confusion settled over you. It didn’t seem like a compliment, but it didn’t seem like an insult either. He continued.

“I had fully expected you to fall short immediately. To be such a bumbling dolt that I had no other option but to put you out of your misery at my hands. But you’ve been… not a help, but not a hindrance either. You’re effective in your work. And resilient.”

He avoided your gaze, clearly uncomfortable with the level of kindness he was expressing. Looking around the room as you considered his words you noted the newspaper clippings that lined the walls. His arrests, his headlines, everything pertaining to him in the media that made him as infamous as he was. These were his achievements. No one was giving out awards or ribbons for villainy, this was all he had. And you were impressed, actually. It rekindled something within you. As though you had forgotten how much you admired him. That for the past months he hadn’t been the Riddler, he hadn’t even been Edward Nigma. He’d just been Eddie. But beneath that, was the man you had put yourself at great risk to have the opportunity to breathe in front of. And you’d spent your time arguing with him, losing your mind to the tension created by an increasingly ridiculous attempt at becoming something more than just his lackey.

Now, looking around at the greatness he expressed through his genius and his criminality, you realised that was all you would be. It was comforting almost. To know your place. As your eyes returned to him, finally able to speak.

“Are you… saying I’m doing a good job… Mister Nigma, sir?”

Eddie’s eyes brightened, twinkling at your use of the moniker he had once insisted you use when addressing him.

“I’m getting rather tired at the way your stupidity forces me to outline the basis like this. Yes. You are… doing… a good job.”

You felt touched by the sincerity in his words, but it didn’t soothe your nerves any less.

“Is this a trick?”

“What?”

“Are you going to fuck me over? Is this some kind of cruel opening to something far more horrible?”

His face dropped, mouth trying to form words silently. He knew he’d done irreparable damage to any relationship he might have with you, workplace only of course, but to the extent to which you’d think he was lying… he hadn’t considered that.

“No, this isn’t a trick. I realise that I might have been harsh before, in what I have said. Or how I have said it. And I would rather you didn’t go and work for someone else.”

“Oh?”

From your pocket, a quick chime rang out. A text, from Mark obviously, given that Eddie was in the room with you.

“Aren’t you going to take that?”

“Not important, not while we’re talking I mean.”

Withholding the self-satisfied smirk, pleased that you had chosen to ignore Mark in favour of him, Eddie continued.

“Well, anyway. Not only would it be difficult to find someone else to train and trust, but I feel like I would…” his fingers tensed, jaw clenching as he spoke the words through gritted teeth “… be losing a valuable asset.”

“Don’t do that. Don’t… do that to me.”

There was an element of pain behind the shock he wore on his face, though both the emotions were being consciously supressed, covered by the scowl that he considered his neutral expression.

“What? Compliment your work?”

“Pretend to be nice.”

“I’m not-”

His voice was raised, teeth clashing together with the words before he stopped himself, taking a breath. He considered, in this moment, that he would need to contain his irritation in favour of making you feel comfortable. That was the point of all of this, after all. Making sure you felt… valued. At least enough that you wouldn’t leave him. He needed you there. For the work.

Visibly tense, he continued in a forced, calmer tone.

“I’m not pretending. I would just like you to know that your work has been satisfactory, and perhaps we can make efforts to be less conflicting with one another.”

“We?”

“Yes, we.”

Eddie snapped, the words spat out at you from across the desk.

“You can go now.”

Without any further words you left his office, confused enough by his words and sincerity that you left your coffee on the table, heading straight for your room. It was strange, to feel this hurt and betrayed by kindness. But you were annoyed. Angry that Eddie would do this to you now, angry at him for making you feel so conflicted, despite that fact that it was clearly your desperation for his approval and affection that made you feel this way.

Trying to distract yourself from the spiral you were threatening to enter, you took your phone out of your pocket, intending to scroll aimlessly but instead coming face to face with the text from earlier that you had ignored. It was Mark. It always was. You were grateful to have the distraction, but only for a moment before you read the words.

“Hey, we should go out tonight. Whaddaya say babe? x”

It was too much for you to even think of right then. You brain was filled with thoughts about Eddie. How you felt like you had betrayed him, how there might be a chance that you two could…

“Sorry, Mark! Got something to do for Eddie, won’t make it out x”

Mark was quick to reply, as usual.

“Aw, come on! Skip it, tell him to get lost. Just because he doesn’t have a life or any friends doesn’t mean you can’t xxx”

Oddly irritated by his dismissal of Eddie for the first time since you met him, you put your foot down.

“Can’t. Sorry x”

“Ok, fine!! I’ll remember that next time you’re lookin for someone to complain about him to ;)”

The playful teasing seemed to hide a deeper emotion, and you couldn’t help feel like he was genuinely mad at you for putting Eddie first. Which you weren’t, not really. You were turning him down in favour of your feelings for Eddie. There was a difference.

As you lay down on your bed, hoping to maybe go back to sleep and try and forget the initial discomfort of the morning so far, you considered something you hadn’t before. They were so similar, Mark and Eddie. Both of them so confident in their own ways, immediately gaining your devotion. Criminals with their own strange morals. And both of them equally frustrating in their own right. But your mind kept going back to Eddie. How much he meant to you, and how much he meant before.

And importantly, the kind of relationship you wanted to form with him. Because that was something you needed to figure out quickly if you intended on surviving through this any longer. Your heart could barely take the whirlwind you were pushing it through as it was. If Eddie was intending to be kinder to you, you had to let yourself know that it was in a professional capacity only. Nothing else. Unless there was more to it. But it was impossible to say, like everything with him.

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salt-warrior · 1 year

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Ok so basically Kai starts getting really bad headaches at one point not knowing why. (Like REALLY bad. Like makes him vomit bad) and he tries to just bear through whenever it happens and hide the pain, but sometimes he will be talking to torin or something and either have to stop talking or it gets hard for him to talk. Then one day it happens torin just pauses and goes “you know, your dad had migraines too.” Then Kai realizes what it is and goes to the doctor and also learns more about his dad

So I wrote half of this forever ago and then decided to finish tonight. Woohoo! I also took a lot of liberties with this prompt, but I like where it wound up, and I hope you do too:)

Burden

Summary: Kai feels like he's failing as an emperor. Torin reassures him. Set during Scarlet. (WC: 1.1k)

Kai pressed his palms to his eyes, trying his very best not to whimper. He had a two-hour digital conference meeting in less than ten minutes, but the idea of looking at a screen for even two seconds made him want to puke. His head was throbbing and his brain felt like a mess of knotted string and he just wanted to lie on the floor and cry.

“I can’t do it,” Kai whispered to himself. He pressed his forehead into his desk, wrapping his arms about his head. “I can’t do it. I can’t do it.” Tears began to slip from his eyes. His chest felt tight with misery. Somehow, his head hurt even more than before.

A knock sounded at his office door. Horror washed over Kai as he scrubbed at his eyes, but the pain within his head stole most of his anxiety away. What did it matter anymore? He was failing everything. He was failing with the search for Linh Cinder, he was failing to make peace with Queen Levana, he was failing to give his people safety. And yet, Kai still didn’t want people to know.

“Your Majesty?” Torin’s voice called through the door. “Is everything alright?”

“Yeah,” Kai replied. “Yes, I mean. Everything is fine. I know I’m running late. I just . . . I just need a minute.” He balled his fists and pressed them to his eyes, trying to relieve the pain there. If only he could get rid of this pain. If only he could find a way to concentrate on something other than the gut-twisting, life-quenching pain he was feeling.

The door opened, and Torin stood silhouetted in the frame. He flicked on the light, but when Kai gasped, he shut them right off again. Quickly, he closed the door then moved to Kai’s side.

“Your Majesty,” he said, “what’s wrong?”

Kai looked at his advisor, barely managing the feat despite the darkness of the room. He wanted to be strong. He wanted to put on a brave face and tell Torin he had it under control. He wanted to be able to do everything on his own. He wanted to be his father.

He couldn’t be his father.

“My head,” Kai said. He pressed his palms to his eyes once again and tucked his knees up to his chest. “My head is killing me. I can barely think of anything other than the pain. And even if I could, looking at my port is agonizing. I don’t know why, but the light just . . . it hurts. And standing feels about as possible as winning this war right now.” He sucked in a breath, trying desperately not to cry again. “I can’t do it, Torin. I’m not my father. I’m a failure. The net is right. I’m too young and inexperienced. I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m a failure, Torin. I am a failure.”

Torin pulled up a chair beside Kai, then rested his hands on Kai’s face. Then, without another word, he pulled Kai into a hug. A sob broke through Kai’s throat.

“You are not a failure,” Torin said. “You may not be your father, but you are not a failure. The Commonwealth needs you, Kai. I’m sorry that you were given a near impossible job—it is not what you deserve—but you are the only one who can do this.”

“But I can’t.”

“Yes, you can.” He patted Kai on the back and then sat back in his chair. Kai brushed his hands messily across his face. Torin watched him, a sad look in his eyes. “When’s the last time you slept?”

“I don’t know,” Kai said, rubbing his nose with a tissue. “Last night.”

“Not the last time you fell asleep. The last time you got more than a couple hours at a time. When was the last time you had a proper sleep?”

Kai laughed, though it was a mad sound. “Definitely not since before all of this.” Kai gestured at the desk, and while there was nothing there, Torin seemed to understand. “I don’t have time, Torin. People are dying every day of Letumosis, and if that’s not enough, now there are wolf-people from the moon attacking Earthens as well. We still haven’t found Cinder, and I’m not sure if we ever will. Levana is breathing down my neck for a marriage alliance. And I’m scared. There are billions of people looking to me to take care of them, and I don't know if I can do it.”

Torin leaned forward, elbows on his knees. Kai felt almost as he had as a child, looking up into Torin’s lined face, trying to understand why his father’s advisor was so serious, why his eyes always appeared exhausted. Now he was the one looking down upon his advisor, wishing for that seriousness—Torin’s wisdom—to bleed into his veins and pull him through this crisis.

“Your father was scared too.”

Kai scoffed, then coughed, choking on the excess phlegm in his throat. “Only at the end.”

“Always,” Torin corrected. “And his head hurt too. All the time.”

“No it did not.”

“Kaito,” Torin said, “your father was not a god. He was not a pillar of strength. He was just a man—like you. Life tore him down, and he chose to build himself back up. Over and over and over again. From the day he was born, he was destined to rule billions, and there wasn’t a day that went by in which that knowledge did not petrify him. Did not weigh upon him. Did not threaten to crush him.” Torin placed his hand on Kai’s shoulder. “In the end, his biggest regret was leaving you with that same burden. With the sleepless nights and headaches that feel like the end of the world. But he knew you could do it, and so do I.”

“But what if I fail?”

“Then this world never stood a chance.”

Kai let out a choked breath, then placed his hands over his face, wiping the moisture from his cheeks. Then, as if possessed by some strange, unintelligent demon, he laughed. “Stars, Torin,” he said, “how did we get here?”

“Now that is a question I cannot answer.”

Kai laughed even harder.

Torin stood, but the corner of his mouth quirked up. “I’ve had your meeting pushed back by half an hour. Close your eyes. Breathe. Build yourself back up. Would you like me to send Nainsi up with anything? Tea? Soup?”

“Tea would be lovely,” Kai said, leaning back in his chair. “Thank you, Torin.”

“Of course, your Majesty.” Torin gave him a slight bow. “I’ll send her with something for the pain in your head as well. It will only be temporary, but hopefully everything that’s happening will only be temporary.”

“May we all hope,” Kai said, closing his eyes and feeling strangely hopeful.

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whatsnewalycat · 2 years

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Just Dumb Enough to Try

Chapter 18: Magnets

Word Count: 4.6k+

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Tags / CW: swearing, cheating/infidelity, smoking, adopting a kitten from your drug dealer, meeting friends, trust issues, arguments, alcohol use, smut, diy ball gag , PIV sex, playing with power dynamics during sex, praise kink, jealousy, touch of angst and homicidal thoughts

Chapter Summary: Our hero brings a new friend and an old friend home for Javier to meet.

Notes: Chapter title from "Magnets" by Disclosure featuring Lorde. Honorable mention to "Layla" by Eric Clapton, because I really wanted to name this chapter after it, but felt weird about it being a feminine name when our feminine main character is unnamed. Fun fact: "Layla" is about George Harrison's wife, Pattie Boyd. Very spicy. Thank you for reading!

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300 Elm St, Laredo, TX July 22, 2022

Dan is going to fucking murder me.

“I don’t know. I don’t have the money to buy all of the things for her,” you sigh while nuzzling into the tiny tabby cat’s fur. Needle claws sink into your collarbone as she curls up into a furry vibrating ball against you.

“You’re at home alone all the goddamn time, please get a companion. It’ll be good!” Claudia pouts from her seat next to you on Marvin’s fur covered, ripped up couch, “I’ll buy everything for you. What, you need litterbox stuff, food, a couple toys? Dan can afford a vet appointment to get her shots and all that.”

The corners of your mouth upturn as the kitten starts purring louder, like she’s chiming in, “ yes, please take me with you!”

“Cookie and Patches are both down-to-earth cats, man, so she should be a real sweetheart,” Marvin tells you as he weighs out Claudia’s weed, glasses perched on the tip of his nose so he can read the scale.

You groan, stomach churning with anxiety as you try to make a decision. It does get lonely at your house. The kitten could be a companion. It might help alleviate the misery.

“Ok, fine, I’m taking her,” you finally announce. Claudia gives you a wide smile and a little excited clap.

“Cool beans, she’s all yours,” Melvin nods. He hands a plastic baggy filled with the aforementioned weed to Claudia, exchanging it for cash.

“Thanks, man,” Claudia tells him as you both stand up, “It was nice to meet you.”

“Pleasure doing business,” he pushes his glasses up to the bridge of his nose. The thick lenses make his eyes practically double in size. He tucks his long silver hair behind his ears and looks at you, then wiggles his finger at the kitten, “I’ll see you soon. Take care of this little fucker.”

“Sure thing. Thanks, Marv!”

“Later skaters,” he calls as you wave goodbye and lead Claudia out of the messy residence, kitty cat cradled against your chest.

Before returning to your house, Claudia spoils the fuzzy princess, buying her all the things she could need. Once everything is set up at home, you and Claudia smoke some pot and play with the kitten.

“What’s her name?” Claudia sprawls out on her belly across the living room floor, feet up in the air. She dangles a feather string toy in front of the kitten, who rolls and leaps around, trying to catch it. The cat gets distracted by Claudia’s long mousy brown hair and starts doing spin moves to attack the perceived threat.

“I’m not sure yet. I was hoping you and Javi could help me decide,” you respond, scrunching your face and craning your head to look at her. You’re laying with your back against the floor, feet up on the couch. The record player is projecting the melodies of Sam Cooke from the kitchen. This is contentment. All is good and right and you are happy.

“Ohhh so I get to meet your friend Javi?” she waggles her eyebrows.

You ignore the insinuation, “Yeah, I was just going to call and see if he wants to come over here. I was thinking we could go to the bar, but with the kitty and all…”

Claudia nods, “Yeah, we can stay here. No problemo. Maybe we can go out this weekend.”

You blindly grab the cordless phone off the coffee table and dial his phone number.

“Hey baby,” he picks up. It sounds like he’s inside so you figure he’s done doing work for the day.

“Hi there,” you smile, “Claudia and I are hanging out at my house, if you’re not busy and want to come over.”

“Dan?”

“Softball”

“Should I bring anything?”

“Beer if you can swing it?”

“Oh, you know I can swing it, baby.”

You laugh, covering your mouth, “Oh my god shut up. Are you coming over now then?”

“Yeah, I’ll be there in like 10-15.”

“Alright, see ya in a bit.”

“Love you, bye.”

“I love you too, bye baby,” you hang up. It takes one single moment to process what you said out loud, then you instinctively yell, “FUCK!”

“I KNEW IT!” She hollers, jumping to her feet and pointing at you, scaring the shit out of the cat (figuratively).

“I was going to tell you as soon as I hung up, I swear to god!” you cover your flushed face with your hands.

“What the FUCK are you doing?! You little stinker. Tell me everything. Wait, I’m getting beer,” she jumps up and down, skips to the kitchen and comes back with two beers from the fridge, hands one to you, then takes a deep breath as she sits down on the chair, “Ok now tell me everything.”

You groan and sit up, “I don’t… I don’t know. What the fuck I’m doing.”

“YOU’RE BANGING JAVI!” she howls, slapping a hand to her knee, finding this all very amusing. When the two of you get together and get talking, it usually turns into a screaming match. Not in an angry way, you’re both just very loud and excitable.

You roll your eyes, then take a few gulps of beer, “Ok well, it’s been like a month and a half.” She gasps and fixes her freckled face in a wide toothy smile. You continue, “When we went to see The Truman Show, I realized that I like him a lot. And he makes me feel happy. And like… myself.”

“Uh huh,” she nods, eyebrows raised, still grinning.

“… and then we fucked in the bathroom of a Mexican restaurant-“

“There it is,” she takes a swig of beer, as if she had made a bet with herself on the matter.

“And, I don’t know, it took off. It’s bad, Claud. I’m like… I’m in fucking love with him. I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing,” you shake your head frantically, eyes wide.

“Ok… ok. So what now?” she stands up and starts pacing.

“I don’t know,” you tell her honestly, eyes following her form around the room, “I’m saving money. Javier isn’t ready to live together. He needs more time. I don’t even know if it will work long term, yet, you know? Just because it feels like it now doesn’t mean it will always feel that way. So, I'm thinking I'll have to move into an apartment or something. And then there’s Dan.”

“Well, you know how I feel about Dan,” Claudia stops pacing to glare at a picture of you and Dan hanging on the wall next to her, then sips her beer, “Has he acknowledged...?”

Orally raping me?

“No. It’s like it never happened. I feel like I’m losing my fucking mind,” you clench and unclench your jaw, then confess, “I hate being here. Every day I feel like I’m just waiting for something terrible to happen.”

“That’s the saddest thing I’ve ever heard, Jesus Christ,” she sighs, then crosses her arms, “Do you want to come stay with us?”

The offer is not a serious one. You know that her two bedroom house is cramped already. She would take you in if you needed it, but it would be a major inconvenience. And, obviously, that would put a wrench in the works with Javi.

“No, that’s ok,” you shake your head, “I’ll figure it out. Thank you, though, I appreciate it.”

“Let me know if you change your mind,” she flashes a sympathetic smile and then sits down on the chair again, clearing her throat to make way for a lighter topic, “So how’s the sex?”

A huge smile plays on your lips and heat rises to your face, “It’s, um, holy fuck. Very good.”

“Worth it?”

“Without a doubt. Totally worth it,” you laugh, then look down and start picking at your nails as you admit, “But it’s more than that, too. We just fucking click, you know? And… when I think about my future, he’s the person I see by my side.”

“Girl,” she shakes her head and exhales in exasperation, “You’re in deep.”

You muster a deflated smile, “Welcome to the shit show?”

“I’ll fucken say,” the scoff that huffs out of her mouth makes the kitten jump 1 foot in the air and skitter under the couch. You both start laughing and cooing after the scared baby. After trying to coax her back into the open for a bit, you give up and leave her be.

You chug-a-lugging the rest of your beer, then murmur, “I’m just… I’m glad you know, Claudia. I’m sorry for keeping it from you.”

She pulls her arm out from under the couch and sits upright. Her hazel eyes meet yours, eyebrows knit together, lips molded into a half smile, “I want you to do whatever is best for you. Not take the easiest route, or do what other people want. I want you to be truly happy. You deserve it,” she releases a hefty sigh, “Don’t settle for any less, ok?”

You nod and breathe, “Ok,” solidifying the promise, then get to your feet and stretch out, “Fuck, let’s not talk about that while he’s here, though.”

“Spoken like a true adulteress,” she retorts with a quirked brow just as Javi knocks. You point at her to heed your words as you go to the door.

Thankfully, Javi and Claudia seem to get along. The three of you hang out in the living room, chit chatting, drinking beer, waiting for the kitten to emerge from her hiding spot under the couch.

Javi lays his ear to the ground so he can try to find her, then sits up and comments, “I never would have pegged you as a cat person.”

“One cat a cat person does not make,” you raise an eyebrow at him.

“What’s its name?” he asks as he pulls himself off the ground to sit on the couch next to you.

“Her name. And that’s what we’re going to figure out,” Claudia advises, tipping her beer bottle at him.

“We?” he repeats, looking between the two of you.

“Yes, we. I’m gonna need a piece of paper and a pen so we can keep track of ideas,” she jumps up off the the chair and starts looking around.

“If you go in the office, there’s a notebook and a pen on the desk,” you tell her. She gives you a thumbs up and skips off to find it.

“She knows, by the way. The, um... cat’s out of the bag,” you inform Javi.

His mouth falls open and he raises his eyebrows, “How did that go?”

“Surprisingly well?” you shrug, “She just wants me to do whatever makes me happy.”

His eyes drop to your lips and he rumbles, “Can I kiss you then?”

He barely finishes his sentence before you press your lips to his. A hand tangles in your hair as he pulls you closer, running his tongue along the seam of your mouth until you open up for him. When your tongues touch, your stomach flips and a small hum emits from your throat. You press your hands to his chest and clamber closer, coming to rest on his lap.

“Goddamnit, you two, I leave for one second,” Claudia groans as she sits back down in the chair, notebook and pen in hand.

You practically throw yourself off of him when you hear her. Wiping your mouth, you apologize, “Sorry sorry sorry.”

Javi crosses his legs, then clears his throat, “So, cat names…”

Despite Javier’s reluctance to participate, a decent list of cat names is compiled. You’re teetering between a few unsatisfactory options when the princess herself comes bounding out from beneath the couch to attack your foot. You yelp and bend down to snatch the little bugger. Holding her in the palm of your hand, you lift her up to examine her closely. Her green eyes dart around, tail puffed and twitching behind her as she looks for an escape route.

“Judy,” you declare. She meows in agreement. You snuggle her into your chest and scratch her head before she attacks your hand and flees. She evades recapture, hopping around the couch over Javi, shimmies up the arm rest, and then leaps onto the floor.

“Judy?” Javi stares at you incredulously, “We spend a half an hour tossing around cat names, but just like that, you look at her and know she’s Judy?”

“Yeah, she's totally a Judy,” you laugh, pointing to the cat, “Don’t you ever just look at someone and know?”

His eyes linger on you and a sheepish smile spreads across his face, “Yeah, I think so.”

“So it is written, so it shall be done,” Claudia announces in her best town crier voice. She grins, then goes back to her normal voice as she turns to you, “Hey, I noticed your paintings in the office, I really like them.”

“You do?” you shift in your seat and your hands start fidgeting, “I’ve been trying to paint or draw once a day at least. I really like it.”

Javi perks up and leans towards you, “Can I see them?”

Heat burns across your face as you stumble, “Um, yeah… sure,” then stand up and lead the way back to the office.

The office is kind of a “catch-all” space for your house. There’s a computer on the desk, along with cameras and other gadgets that Dan fiddles with in his free time. You keep your art supplies in here: an easel, acrylic paints, paper, canvases, brushes. There’s an orange floral loveseat (hand-me-down from Dan’s parents circa 1964), a treadmill, an acoustic guitar, and a dusty bookshelf packed to the brim.

“This is my uhhh… gallery slash library slash computer lab, apparently,” you spin around the middle of the disorganized room with your arms open.

"Slash jam pad slash gym," Claudia adds.

Javi points to the painting of his dog and grins, “Pickles?”

“No, that’s a dog,” Claudia comments as she bends over to sift through some canvases leaning against the wall. You can’t help but burst out laughing.

He opens his mouth to correct her, but chuckles instead, then turns to you, “What are you going to do with all of these?”

“I don’t know. In hindsight, I really shouldn’t have bought so many,” you sigh, looking around at all the canvases that now look to you like ghosts of $5 bills, “Since I’m trying to save money to get my own place, I could use the cash.”

“You are?” he furrows his brow, “You didn’t tell me that.”

You frown and search his face, “Well, yeah. That’s my only option if you, you know.”

His jaw sets and he shakes his head, “No, I don’t know. If I what?”

Your eyes flick to Claudia, who looks very uncomfortable. She meets your eyes and grimaces, then excuses herself. You close the door behind her, then turn to Javi and wring your hands together, “If you bail on me.”

He shifts his weight to one leg and scoffs, looking up at the ceiling before he meets your eyes, “Did I do something to make you think I would do that to you?”

“N-no,” you shrink into yourself and drop your gaze to the floor.

“Look at me,” he instructs you sternly, then continues when you comply, “I asked you to give me a few weeks. You told me that was fine. Did something change?”

You shake your head and breathe, “No.”

“Then why are you assuming I’ll fuck you over?” he keeps his intense gaze locked in place. It makes you feel flushed. He can see right through you. You’re exposed.

“I… I don’t know,” you whisper. The look on his face says it all. He knows it’s bullshit.

The truth refuses to be uttered. It’s the secret you keep from everyone, even yourself. But he’s looking into your eyes and he knows.

I can’t trust anyone.

Then he breaks the silence and brings it to light, “This won’t work unless you trust me, cariño.”

A lump forms in your throat and you chew the inside of your cheek, then nod, “I know. I’m sorry. I’m trying.”

Javi draws you into his chest for a hug and takes a deep breath. You wrap your arms around him and relax into the contact, humming with affection when he strokes your hair. His tone is much softer when he speaks again, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you mumble into his shirt, “I’m really trying. You didn’t do anything, I’m just, I don’t know, I’m fucked up. I always think I need a backup plan.”

He pulls back to meet your watery eyes and his eyebrows draw together, “I know it’s hard. But it's a slap in the face when you assume I'm going to hurt you, then act on it like I actually did something, when I didn't."

"Yeah. Yeah, I see how that's hurtful," you cup his cheek and frown, "I'm sorry."

He kisses your forehead, then your lips. It lingers long enough to send a spark down to your center. Lips part and his tongue rolls soft against yours, making you whine and arch against him. Your foreheads meet and you purr, “It’s kind of hot when you’re grumpy with me.”

“You think so?” he chuckles and pulls at your waist. You catch his bottom lip between your teeth and he moans as you tug. His fingers dig into your sides and you feel him pulse against you.

You relinquish your bite to press a soothing kiss to his plush lips, then coo, “Did you like that, baby?”

“Fuck, it feels good,” he breathes, nipping after your mouth as you pull away.

“We should go see how Claud is doing,” you smirk, then arch into him one last time for a slow, sensual kiss. You rub your thumb against the bulge in his pants before stepping away and smiling innocently at him.

He groans, “You’re killing me.”

When you emerge from the office, Claudia is in the living room laying on the couch, petting Judy, who is napping contently on her chest. Claudia flashes a timid smile, “How are we doing, friends?”

“Look at you, mama Claudia, being a baby magnet, as always,” you grin, then walk over to scratch Judy’s head.

“You ok?” Claudia asks more directly, studying your face.

You look at Javi, who is leaning on the back of a chair, probably trying to kill his pants tent. When you return your eyes to Claudia, you nod, “Yeah. I was just, you know...”

“Self-sabotaging?” she offers. Goddamnit, she knows you too well.

Javi observes, “Wow, that was impressive.”

“I know all the tricks this one has up her sleeve,” she winks at Javi.

“You might have to share your notes with me,” he chuckles, eyeing you up and down.

“Ooook we’re done with that, thanks,” you trill, then start towards the kitchen, “Y’all want a beer?”

The three of you play rummy and listen to records. Judy tries her damndest to break up the game, hopping and rolling around on the table, hiding underneath to attack unsuspecting feet, all that. When she inevitably gets sleepy, she curls up on Javi’s lap to nap, which is adorable.

While Claudia calls home to talk to her husband, Roger, and say goodnight to her son, Michael, you and Javi go out to the back porch. It’s just dusk when he lays out on a folding beach chair. You’ve been aching to touch him all night, but restrained yourself for the sake of Claudia’s comfort.

The feel of his hand on yours ushering you onto his lap is enough to set your skin on fire. You follow his lead and lower yourself down to straddle him, biting your lip as you relish the friction of his jeans against you. The air whooshes from his lungs and his hands snake up the back of your shirt, fingers ghosting across your skin, sending your heart racing. He looks down to where your hips meet his and inquires, “Be honest, have you been wearing skirts and dresses for the convenience?”

“Do you really think my wardrobe choices revolve around how easily you can fuck me?” you retort with a raised eyebrow, then press your pussy down against his pelvis.

He bites his lip and digs his fingers into your skin, hissing, “I do.”

“You’re correct,” you confess with another thrust down onto him.

He groans, “Come here and kiss me, baby.”

You fold on top of him and press your lips to his with a force so great, the flimsy chair wobbles.

His grasp on you hardens as you roll your tongue against his, wet and hot. He tastes like the cigarette he snuffed out before you landed in his lap. Your hips grind against him and you inhale the resulting groan that leaves his lips. Hands slide to your sides and pull you down as his hips jerk, sending your head back as you shudder.

He whispers, “Fuck, I want you already.”

You’ve been working yourself up all night, imagining all the things you want to do to him. Fuck-me-eyes flitting to his across the table. You weren’t sure if he noticed or not because he has quite a poker face, but then he adds, with another thrust against you, “Don’t think I didn’t see the way you were looking at me all night, babygirl. What were you thinking about?”

As you set a pace rolling your hips into him, you meet his eyes in the fading sunlight and breathe, “I was thinking about how handsome you are. How I want to fuck that mouth until I cum. How I want to ride your cock until you make me fucking cum again. How- how I-“

“- fuck, baby, yes-“

Heart pounding now, you lean towards him until your foreheads press together and his eyes are hot staring into yours as you pant, “How I want you to fill me, make me yours again and again-“

You scramble to unbuckle his pants, then he takes over. Standing up off him, you slide your underwear off and ball them up in your hand. When you stare down at Javi, you see the desire written all over him. Lust-blown eyes, puffy lips, heaving chest. His member is erect, thick and delicious as it twitches under your gaze.

Eager hands skim along your thighs as you ease yourself down onto his cock. The head presses against your entrance, dipping into your cunt before you let gravity assist, taking all of him in a movement so swift you feel pleasure rip you in half, and a choked sob escapes your lips. His hips writhe beneath you as he tries to spur you into movement, but you remain static, reveling in this fullness.

His cock is still buried to the hilt as you tilt your pelvis just enough to stretch you at a different angle. You suppress a moan and ask him sweetly, “Can you do me a favor?”

“I’ll do anything you fucking want, anything-“ he chokes out.

He’s cut off when you stuff your panties into his mouth. A groan is muffled behind the gag and his fingers grip your thighs. You mewl, “Hold onto those for me, ok?”

He squirms and nods obediently. You reward him as you start to roll your hips slowly and coo, “Such a good boy.”

He throws his head back and moans, then bucks his hips up into you. You freeze and ball the front of his shirt in your fist, “No, no, no. I want you to just sit there,” you fold over, pulling a moan from him as your pussy slides up his shaft, and breathe a throaty whisper into his ear, “I want you to sit there and let me fuck you. Let me use you. Nod if you understand.”

He nods again. You pull back and meet his eyes, and you’ve never seen him so fucking wrecked. You would tease him more, but you’re just as turned on as he is, so you start rolling your hips again.

He does as you ask, watching you with his needy puppy dog eyes as your hot, dripping cunt buries him again and again, squelching at a volume that’s so obscenely loud, you hope none of your neighbors are outside to hear. In every place his body meets yours, whether it’s his cock pumping inside you or his hands exploring your skin, the touch sends ripples of ecstasy echoing around your body, heating you. You’re so sensitive to stimulation, when you fold over to fuck him faster, even the breath from his nose and the vibrations from his muffled moaning tickle your skin, making you whimper.

Your heart starts pounding and you feel your pleasure start to swell. In quiet little pants, you babble, “Such a fucking good boy, Javi- oh my fucking god I love you so much. Letting me use you to make myself cum. Do you want me to cum on your cock, baby?”

A sob rips from his throat and he nods.

You pull the panties from his mouth and press your lips to his, kissing him greedily. He moans into your mouth. Your face twists up and you start to fuck him faster, “You love this pussy, don’t you, baby?”

“I love this pussy,” he repeats, barely coherent, mouth hanging open.

“Yeah you fucking do,” you mewl, chasing your climax, “Mmmm you gonna cum in my pussy?”

“Fuck- yes,” he rasps out as your body trembles and reaches its tipping point, succumbing to the orgasm that crashes down on you. You fully engulf him, fluttering around his entire length, pushing him over the edge. He floods into your cunt, shuddering and groaning underneath you.

You crumble on top of his panting chest until you catch your breath. When you’re finally able to move, you stand up on shaky legs and wipe your combined juices off with your panties. Before you’re able to toss them to him, Javi snatches them from your hand, declaring, “I’m keeping these.”

You can't keep the smile off your face. Once he puts his pants in their upright and locked position, you give him a hand to help him to his feet. He lights two cigarettes, hands one to you. You ask, “Are you planning on sticking around for a bit or what?”

"Would I be intruding?" he exhales the question with a plume of blue smoke.

"Not at all," you shake your head, take a drag, exhale, then mention, "Also, we're going out on Saturday, if you want to meet us at the bar."

He grunts, "Does that include your fiancé?"

The distain in his voice is unmistakable and makes your chest ache. You murmur, "Probably."

His wistful eyes fixate on your hand, on your ring, and a silence settles. The quiet seems loaded. Your guts twist around and you blurt out, "I'm sorry."

"For what?" he tilts his head and pinches the cigarette between his lips.

"You deserve better than this. You should fall in love with someone stable, and independent, and trusting. Fuck, at least someone who's single and can love you the right way."

"And you should fall in love with someone who isn't obsessive. Someone who doesn't try to destroy themselves with cigarettes and booze every day," he grabs your hand and runs his thumb across the diamond in your engagement ring, "Someone who doesn't fantasize about murdering a man every time he sees this."

Your heart leaps into your throat, and a dizzying thought makes itself known to you alone.

I wish you would.

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djaerin · 4 months

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« your phone went straight to voicemail. what's going on ? »

low light of the outside lamppost sheds yellow hues over the cheap carpet of his motel room, the sound of the city barely registers, empty brown eyes staring in the distance, into nothingness. gabriel has been fussy when he came back, a nervousness in his tiny fists, there was worry in the child, din could feel it in his bones. it worries him, the way he's already fucking up the kid, thinking maybe gab would be better off without him, far away from all the blood on his hands and the misery that sticks to his bones.

it gets worse, the new job, the one from this afternoon being shady, something not right about it, suspicion only growing in his guts. din is not one to let shady people go about their business but he's not alone anymore. phone finally turning on, the bright light of the screen interrupts his train of thoughts, his code typed in, all he sees is a missing call from gloria and his heart skips a bit. muscle memory, reflex really makes him call her immediately, worried something happened to her, worried he wasn't there when she needed him. for once.

the second he hears her voice, his eyes close in relief, a deep exhale passing his lips. « you're okay, @burygods. » his voice is soft, nearly a whisper, it seems fitting, with the low light and the sleeping infant in the next room, door barely open, enough for him to know he sleeps soundly, peacefully. « i, uh, i was on a job, turned my phone off. are you sure everything is ok ? » and he realizes, talking to her, that his anxiety has started to leave him, as if he couldn't feel it anymore, as if there was no need to worry when she was there.

#burygods #answered.#verse : modern.#( thank you for sending this ✨ )

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h0n3yk1tt3n · 1 month

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🐝 spare me a dance(in this never ending misery)

Ok before I get into the fic idea I want to highlight a fic my friend did for L2C way back in 2021 bc this title reminded me of it. It was so funny to see my insta followers run around screaming bc I refused to confirm if it was canon or not lmao, but now that the fic is out I can confirm that it's a what-if scenario

NOW FOR MY IDEA(s) FOR THE TITLE

The first one is also L2C related, and could probably be a chapter in Tales From The Lagniappe wherein everyone is on the boat and trying to find ways to keep themselves sane, considering they've been on the water for a few days and they can only play so much Uno before they have to do set the game down.

They can't exactly pull up spotify seeing as they have no service, but there is a record player with a couple of vinyls. They use it pretty sparingly to avoid getting sick of the same twenty-something songs too quickly, but they have a fun time dragging each other around the room to Sinatra in a pitiful display of "dancing." It doesn't change how horribly things have gone throughout the Green Flu, but it does bring some reprieve and comfort that they couldn't get nearly as much of when they were jumping from safe room to safe room.

My other idea... got really long lol

In this one Michael and Jeremy don't reconnect right away and it's full of all this "I wanna see him but idk if he wants to see me, idk if I'm ready to talk abt everything, blah blah blah" all that fun stuff.

Eventually we get to the sweethearts dance (valentines themed), so it's not a Huge Deal like prom but hey it's still a school dance. It's girls choice (classic high school heteronormativity) so Jeremy basically shunts away any idea that Michael will be there. He debates on even going at all but Christine frames it as an excuse to hang out with everyone, and if he hates it they can all just bail and do something else.

Everyone's "dates" are exactly who you'd expect them to be: Chloe took Jake, Brooke took Rich, Chrissy took Jeremy. So they're at the dance. There's music. There's friends. It's a pretty ok time. But this is technically a couples dance and Jenna hasn't shown up yet. How is she getting in? She texted saying she's on her way so she must've gotten someone to come with her. But who did she get on such short notice?

Jeremy gets his answer when he sees her come in with Michael.

Oh shit.

Did everyone else know this was her plan?? Was it part of the plan the entire time??? He's so unprepared oh my god she's bringing him over Michael can also tell whats going on theres no hiding from this fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck the music is so loud the gym is so crowded Michael's right here in front of him and all his friends are retreating and its-

Michael follows him pretty quickly after. They get to talking on opposite sides of the bathroom stall. They never meant to avoid the other for so long, they were just scared, they want to see each other again.

It's a slow song. A slow dance. People are pairing up. It's just the two of them in front of each other. Michael is actually dressed up in front of him in a pink-lit gym with a slow song playing and Jeremy can't tell if the pounding in his chest is anxiety or something else.

But Michael reaches a hand out to him and he can't find it in himself to stop him from swaying him around the room. Jeremy's head is screaming at him to say or do something but nothing comes of it every time he tries. Michael's mouth keeps opening and closing but he's not saying anything either until he finally just whispers "I've missed you."

And Jeremy runs out of the gym into the bathroom. It's too much to see Michael look at him with such a heartbroken expression. Jeremy did that. He caused it. How could he. What kind of a friend was he that he would leave Michael alone to wallow in misery for so many months.

The two of them bail. Jeremy texts Christine to let her know and naturally she's understanding. They continue to talk as they walk back to Michael's place ("Jenna was my ride." "We carpooled."), mostly about how neither of them were too keen on going to the dance but were talked into it. Jenna had openly framed it as a way for the two to reconcile while Jeremy had been left in the dark.

They talk more when they get into the basement. They go more in depth on all the squip stuff and it's the catharsis they need to hug and cry it out. It's at this point that they realize they've yet to change out of their dressy clothes and put on a record to have their own dance. Michael offers Jeremy a hand and, despite the lack of floorspace, share a slow dance that they can actually enjoy.

#ding dong i got carried away again #asks #mj says shit #sighs... i should write both of these #the sweethearts one is low key (high key) inspired by the story of us #ID TELL YOU I MISS YOU BUT I DONT KNOW HOWW #IVE NEVER HEARD SILENCE QUITE THIS LOUUD #be more chill #jeremy heere #michael mell #boyf riends #left 2 chill #tales from the lagniappe #writing #fanfic #squip squad

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If you came to Young Royals for a ship, I suggest perhaps you walk on by. But if you came here for a story bayBEE are you in the right place. My favourite misfits, loners and outcasts are back with a vengeance in season 2 and wreaking the kind of havoc you can only get from people whose frontal lobes haven't finished developing. There's poor decision making! Ill-advised sexual escapades! Crushing anxiety! Threats and intimidation! Offers of procurement! Snitching! On-the-nose literature assignments! Unexpected coming out! Literal horse-trading! 18th century fashion! Romantic lesbian poetry! FIRE! At one point somebody pulls a gun! It's a rollercoaster ride of a season and I for one had a fabulous time riding it. My favourite bits:

Felice

Having decided to be a bad bitch for a living, Felice spends the entire season just doing that. Not one single solitary fuck was given by our girl in 6 entire episodes, as she snatched wigs and came for people's entire careers left and right. She started the season by telling her mother to kick rocks whilst getting a sickening sew-in, admitted to both sluttery and petty theft in the midst of selling a priceless racehorse, called both of her besties on their shitty behaviour towards her, and was the best looking, vibesiest person at that unbaked costume party (and for that matter in every scene she was in). She remains my absolute favourite character in this entire show.

Nils

Nils spent the entire season trying desperately and unsuccessfully to interest Wille in his high -mileage-but-at-least-it's-rich peen, to the point of offering to procure sexual partners on his behalf for what I assume would be some kind of Eyes-Wide-Shut action at a ski chalet somewhere? Idk, he got real weird real fast this season.

Marcus

A perfect cinnamon roll who did everything right including telling Simon to get over his victim complex.

Sara

Listen, say what you will but I HOWLED with laughter when she humped August's leg and then went 'yeah ok, I get it now, let's bone'. Poor fucked-up Sara, striving for a social status she hasn't a chance of achieving, or in the infinitesimal chance that she achieves it, maintaining. On the one hand I felt bad for her that it all collapsed around her, but on the other hand the moment she literally got into bed with August there was only one way this was going to go. Speaking of...

August

What a sweaty, cringey, desperate, pathetic mess of a human being. I enjoyed Wille taking away everything that mattered to him brick by brick while he cowered in fear that the men in grey suits were coming to put him down like Old Yeller at any moment. I REALLY enjoyed Wille menacing him with a loaded shotgun while Simon just watched in silence. August falling immediately for the first person who was nice to him, August getting an attitude the second Kristina put him in the line of succession, August convincing Alexander to take the fall for the video, August, August, August...what would this show be without the most pathetic villain alive?

Simon and Wille

Man this was Edvin Ryding's season, he put on a fucking CLINIC. 'I got a haircut' you awkward GOD. Wille was wound so tight this season I wondered when he would finally snap and of course he held it for when it would really count. Omar sold me on Simon's abject misery and righteous anger, but Edvin...Edvin was something otherworldly this season. I almost couldn't breathe watching him go THROUGH it.

All in all, Young Royals absolutely delivered on Season 2 and they had better announce Season 3 ASAP!

#young royals

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I WAS AT STAGE WITH PARAMORE 💜

Wow. I can't believe I'm writing this. Here I go.

Disclaimer: English is not my first language and I'm writing this at the airport on my phone without thinking too much. So, sorry if I mess up with the grammar or something 🙏 (by the time I'm uploading it I'm already at home cause I wanted to add some pictures).

I made this account very recently because I was embarassed about fangirling too much at my main blogs where irl people followed me.

I dedicated this account mostly to aruani (snk) fandom but you've probably realized that I also share a lot Paramore stuff.

Well, I wasn't planning on ending anonymity anytime soon but... something BIG happened to me.

Last thursday I was able to go to my first Paramore show ever at Dublin. I've been dreaming about it for so many years. I've watched so many videos of fans going up stage at Misery Business and I've cried so many times watching them. I travelled from Spain, wrote in a huge sign "I crave to sing with you", arrived at queue at 8:15 am aprox, and waited (I had General Acces tickets!). The amazing Tom gave us some numbered wristbands so we could leave the queue and stay warm and healthy without losing our spot. He was the sweetest. Meanwhile I took a walk around, lucky enough to meet Brian Robert Jones and take a pic with him!!! Around 4 pm we were back at the queue and, yes, I was able to be at the same spot. ❤️

The second I entered the arena and realized how close I was to the stage I started ugly crying hahahaha. Rozi Plain was so sweet, Bloc Party was awesome (I really like them as well!!). And then they came out. At that moment I wasn't even crying anymore, I think I was disassociating a bit 🤣

They were amazing. Hayley is so talented, pretty and fun. THE ENERGY. I was holding up my sign maybe for too long and I could hear some people complaining about it behind me, which I totally understand... I felt so bad I started crying about it so I decided to not hold it up again until Misery Business :_) But soon the guilty tears turned into emotional tears, and I cried a lot during most of the show. I was SO EMOTIONAL during Last Hope... 🥺

AND THEN

Misery Business starts. Time to make Hayley spot me 🙏 Omg my stomach hurts while writing this... SHE. PICKED. ME. SHE FUCKING PICKED ME. I didn't realized, my boyfriend literally had to tell me because I was so nervous I didn't realized. Ok I think I'm going to cry again hahahaha.

She said she had been watching and knew exactly that it was going to be me. I can't believe it. At that moment I was so euphoric that I just went with the flow. Obviously I'd been preparing myself for this but you need to know I'm a very socially akward person, I have many anxiety issues, but IDK WHAT HAPPENED TO ME BUT I'M VERY PROUD OF MYSELF 😭😭😭 Hayley hugged me very hard, I told her I love her and thanked her a billion times. She is very tiny and I'm a big tall person but she PET MY HEAD 😭😭😭❤️ I can't believe she was so sweet!!!! I did it, I sang the song, I danced with Hayley, she said my name, we headbanged together... an amazing dream come true. I asked her to sign my (diy grow up) jacket and SHE DID IT!!! I was told to left very quickly (obviously 🤣) but she managed to sign it for me on time 🙏❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ (I also brought a marker in my pocket on purpose). I mean I WAS SO READY FOR IT 😭❤️

After that people were AMAZINGLY NICE TO ME. THANK YOU ALL WITH ALL MY HEART. It means the world to me that the other fans felt happy for me, so many people congratulated my, you are in my heart FOREVER. I felt kinda bad because I'm from Spain and I started thinking that maybe I didn't deserve it, that it should have been anyone from Dublin... I find it very difficult to feel worthy of all the goods things that happen to me, and to hear so many fans telling so many nice things, hugging me, even asking for pictures... You really made a difference in me. I'm crying. I wish I could share with you the feeling. THANK YOU DUBLIN. THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!! ❤️

This has changed my life forever. I also met Louise from Bloc Party after the show and she was LOVELY, eveything about that night has inspired me forever. I've been dreaming about making music by myself since I was a little child and just started to actually make it (kinda 🤣) a few months ago. But now... I feel so blessed and inspired I'm gonna try harder from now on.

MY WILDEST DREAMS CAME TRUE. Thank you Hayley for choosing me, thank you Paramore for changing my life, thank you Dublin for the unforgettable experience, thanks to the lovely fans I met there, and THANKS TO MY AMAZING BOYFRIEND for being there with my ALWAYS by my side. He knew it was going to be me. He fucking knew. I'm so grateful. I've been crying since that night. I'm crying right now and I'll never stop crying about this. This is a once in a lifetime experience, I am the luckiest person. A picture could not contain the way it feels.

WE LOVE YOU. WE LOVE YOU AND WE ARE PARAMORE. ❤️

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Ok. U asked for it….

All the odd questions for Dogmark and all the even ones for Dillion.

(You don’t have to do all of them I prommy but if you WANT TO)

OH OKAY WE'RE DOIN' THIS HUH

i'm just gonna answer these rapid-fire style because i DO want to do all of them but if i don't reign myself into one or two sentences i will probably not finish answering this until 2024. i'm also going to omit the ones that i have absolutely no idea how to answer

Dogmark:

What’s the lie your character says most often?

Even split between "it's fine" and "i don't want to talk about it"

How often do they show their genuine emotions to others versus just the audience knowing?

not very often-- not that he bottles them up intentionally, mostly that he doesn't know what to do with them. also he's been kinda sorta turning into a dog when he gets worked up, so, there's that

Can they cry on command? If so, what do they think about to make it happen?

oh hell no. he cried a lot as a kid much to the disappointment of his "boys don't cry" man's man of a dad, so now he'd be mortified to be seen crying at all as an adult, much less crying on purpose

What would you (mun) yell in the middle of a crowd to find them? What would their best friend and/or romantic partner yell?

honestly "dogmark mandog" would get his attention. i call him that all the time despite nobody in canon ever calling him that, yet he'd know exactly who's being referred to

Do they give tough love or gentle love most often? Which do they prefer to receive?

he wants to be gentle. he wants to be treated gently. the most he can offer is loyalty. the best he can ask for is safety.

If someone was impersonating them, what would friends / family ask or do to tell the difference?

got this one previously here, but long story short, push his buttons and make him turn into a dog

When do they fake a smile? How often?

rarely, if ever. he wears his misery on his sleeve.

What’s the most obvious difference between their behavior at home, at work, at school, with friends, and when they’re alone?

at work and with friends, he has a task or social interaction to focus on more or less keeping him from falling into an anxiety hole. when he's alone, he stops bothering to hold himself together.

What do they notice first in the mirror versus what most people first notice looking at them?

TBH IT'S THE SAME FOR BOTH.... just sayin', most people don't walk around with a pair of pointy wolfman ears and pointy dog teeth. he keeps his mouth shut and a hat over his ears in public.

What would they do if stuck in a room with the person they’ve been avoiding?

WELL the person he's been avoiding wants to find an excuse to kill him for revenge so. Sit there as still as possible hoping she won't notice him, then full anxiety attack once she does

What common etiquette do they disagree with? Do they still follow it?

He used to be a big proponent of turning the other cheek to keep the peace. Recently though, he's fully embraced IF IT SUCKS HIT DA BRICKS

What do they feel guilty for that the other person(s) doesn’t / don’t even remember?

oh buddy this man has guilt spirals that operate on frequencies you couldn't even imagine. Dogmark sees shrimp guilt colors

What subject / topic do they know a lot about that’s completely useless to the direct plot?

Back before his life went to shit, he was really into repairing and restoring retro game consoles. He has long since had to abandon that hobby, but he still remembers all of the tiny ways the guts of a sega genesis can go awry

What’s the worst gift they ever received? How did they respond?

10th birthday, his uncle took him on a deer hunting trip. It was rainy, & cold, and that was the first time he ever killed anything. He didn't speak a single word for the entire rest of the trip.

How do they respond when someone doesn’t believe them?

Increasing desperation. He's not interested in misleading people, and it upsets him a lot when people take him for a liar.

When do they feel the most guilt? How do they respond to it?

see above ^ re: All Guilt All the Time. he responds by avoiding the things he feels guilty about and/or drinking about it

How do they greet someone they dislike / hate?

A deer-in-the-headlights stare and an awkwardly mumbled "uh, hi,"

What is the smallest, morally questionable choice they’ve made?

Waking up on the forest floor, covered in blood, no memory of how he got there: "It's probably fine. I have other things to worry about"

What’s a secret they haven’t told serious romantic partners and don’t plan to tell?

his very first crush was ewan mcgregor in the phantom menace

Would they rather be invited to an event to feel included or be excluded from an event if they were not genuinely wanted there?

Oh, if he isn't wanted somewhere, he would LOVE to not know about it. Ignorance is bliss, etc etc

What phrases, pronunciations, or mannerisms did they pick up from someone / somewhere else?

He learned how to talk back and stick up for himself from his friend Pip 🥲

What do they commonly misinterpret because of their own upbringing / environment / biases? How do they respond when realizing the misunderstanding?

He grew up middle class in a predominantly white town in Wisconsin, raised by Christian parents who valued traditional gender rolls. I could write a whole essay on his internalized biases. He did an okay job unlearning a lot of that when he moved out on his own, but he also knows he's still got a ways to go

What’s something unimportant / frivolous that they hate passionately?

He can't articulate why, but he's always had a deep, visceral hatred for mall Santas

Who have they forgotten about that remembers them very well?

Up until extremely recently, he couldn't remember anything from his time in dogman form. There were a few survivors of those attacks who remember him very, very well.

Would they eat something they find gross to be polite?

Yeah.....

What’s a phrase they say a lot?

"fuck! i don't know!!!"

Who would / do they believe without question?

His (now ex) girlfriend, Emily. If she told him

What’s something they’re expected to enjoy based on their hobbies / profession that they actually dislike / hate?

He really, really hates camp food. Which is really unfortunate, because that's all he really had for several years working on the forest watchtower.

What’s a simple daily activity / motion that they mess up often?

He nicks himself shaving a lot. He usually goes a little scruffy because of this.

Dillion:

How loosely or strictly do they use the word ‘friend’?

He says "my friend" like every other word, I think if he used it any more loosely it would cease to be a word

What’s a hobby they used to have that they miss?

He misses having a sparring partner who he could pay to let him win

What’s their favorite [insert anything] that they’ve never recommended to anyone before?

Oh, you simply MUST try this krill pudding, it is deLECTABLE

How loose is their use of the phrase ‘I love you’?

I.... Don't know if he's ever. Said it to anyone

What fact do they excitedly tell everyone about at every opportunity?

How handsome and great at fighting he is :) it's true, irrefutable facts

How do they put out a candle?

Sticks it under water

Who do they love truly, 100% unconditionally (if anyone)?

His party members! He truly, honestly believes in them and wants them to get what they want.

What simple activity that most people do / can do scares your character?

Swimming without GILLS, WHAT ARE YOU DOING MY FRIEND, YOU MIGHT DROWN

Did they take a cookie from the cookie jar? What kind of cookie was it?

Yes. Kelp flake flavor...

How would they respond to being fired by a good boss?

Oh, I'm terribly sorry, I believe you have made a mistake! You must have meant to fire some OTHER Sir Dillion!

What do they tell people they want? What do they actually want?

He tells people he wants to serve as someone's loyal knight. He really just wants to return to his life of comfort. He's beginning to doubt that'll ever happen.

When they make a mistake and feel bad, does the guilt differ when it’s personal versus when it’s professional?

No, it's all the same. He failed someone, and being a failure is not something he can stand being.

If they committed one petty crime / misdemeanor, what would it be? Why?

Horse theft 🐎

How do they greet someone they like / love?

A boisterous and extremely loud HELLO!!! followed by a very very firm handshake

What hobby are they good at in private, but bad at in front of others? Why?

He would literally never pass up an opportunity to look good doing something in front of someone, are you kidding

If invited to a TED Talk, what topic would they present on? What would the title of their presentation be?

How I Became a Royal Knight (and you can too!)

Step 1: have rich parents

What language would be easiest for them to learn? Why?

Whalesong

Because. Uh

I said so

Are they a listener or a talker? If they’re a listener, what makes them talk? If they’re a talker, what makes them listen?

He's a talker and a blatherer and a bloviator. He will actually listen when someone knocks him down a peg though. Or when he recognizes that he doesn't actually have anything to say about the situation at hand (which is becoming increasingly common)

Who would they say ‘yes’ to if invited to do something they abhorred / strongly didn’t want to do?

Do they act on their immediate emotions, or do they wait for the facts before acting?

Honestly, the whole party, but especially Midas and Vecklan

He's not a thinker, but he's not necessarily a strike-first kinda guy. He's maybe more of a "threaten action before assessing the situation first" type

What’s their instinct in a fight / flight / freeze / fawn situation?

Draw sword -> if drawing his sword changed nothing about the situation, evacuate

If they’re scared, who do they want comfort from? Does this answer change depending on the type of fear?

It's the same all around. Knowing that someone, literally ANYONE wants to comfort him, that's all that matters

#entropyking #ragsycon exclusive #ask meme

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poryphoria · 1 year

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mbbgg crackpot psychoanalysis time

ive seen a startling amount of people who just straight up Don't know who he is which is like kinda understandable when he doesn't show up in the animations but at the same time he has a full fledged bossfight in project nexus so * shrug *

but in effect i think his forgettability is a thing in-universe, too. he gets mike wazowski'd out of pictures of all 3 head scientists. people recognize & remember christoff n hofnarrs work all the time but if you ask them about the enmeshment program they just kinda.....?? so sorry?? or at best it's like a "oh, that? did that ever even go anywhere? sounded crazy lol idk how that even got approved"

i think his rivalry with christoff was super one-sided. it was everything to him but moreso a footnote annoyance to christoff. i kinda think abt the fact that christoff came back to nexus city, had every opportunity to have some sort of confrontation or final showdown with him like to "settle the score", and just Did Not. bc he was busy. with more important things

he has the ADHD cycle syndrome of "OH!! IM GONNA START ON THIS PROJECT AND ITLL BE AWESOME!!" -> "OK SUDDENLY I DONT FEEL LIKE WORKING ON THIS ANYMORE" -> "WHAT IF I STARTED A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT THING INSTEAD" and that's why he never really got much done or is known for much. he was only really able to stick with the enmeshment program out of sheer spite for christoff and everyone else who thought it was insane

he has really awful anxiety that both feeds into and stems from all of this- he's afraid of bothering people and avoids asking for things if he can help it, so most of the time he just kinda fades into the background and keeps to himself. it kinda leads to this self perpetuating cycle of misery.

in general i like to think he was the youngest of the science team (only in his 40s at the time of joining nexus while hofnarr & christoff were closer to their 60s and 50s, respectively) nd like they're all adults by then who know better than to act like highschoolers, but it did sort of impact the way people treated him a little. like people just assumed he didn't have as much experience or was in over his head or didn't automatically know as much as everyone else

all of this also probably fed into autism related anger issues where he just had a tendency to snap at people and in general over completely benign things, n coupled with his Everything Else it kinda just made people. not wanna be around him.

he's emotionally constipated and can barely get a sentence out about the way he feels abt things without breaking down into tears and then the fact that he's crying over nothing frustrates him and he starts crying harder and then. well. you understand

overall he's just an incredibly world weary, drained person who is constantly being spoken over, forgotten and left behind to me and who leaps like a tick at any slight suggestion of attention or praise.

post-nexus, i think he behaves so differently bc he's finally just snapped over years of being a nobody and is fully dedicated to gouging himself into people's memory. he's super loud and flashy & flamboyant (flambuoyant?) and demands to be worshipped and praised and revered! he acts almost solely on impulse & intrusive thoughts and has to keep moving constantly and never stops to second-guess and refuses to be burdened by fears and worries.

hes my babygirl i have a lotta thoughts about him. i like picking his brain apart

#pory turgles #madcom #madness combat #madness project nexus #project nexus #dr crackpot #dr. crackpot

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pubbydreams · 1 year

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𝐢'𝐦 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐧𝐭 (𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐨) ⁠— [𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰]

pairing: steddie fic summary: after two months of ignoring their increasing thoughts about one another, steve and eddie struggle to put themselves out of their misery. fic content notes: depiction of an autistic meltdown, internalized homophobia, nsfw - mdni, referenced past child abuse (emotional & verbal). preview notes: angst (i think that's it but pls let me know otherwise) preview wc: 793

“One,” she retorts, “I’m an academic scholar—”

“Ruth was an academic scholar,” he snorts.

“I was Rose, dingus. And fine, maybe she didn’t, but what, was I supposed to just leave you out here sulking all by yourself?” She stresses like he’s completely out to lunch.

“I’m— I wasn’t sulking!” He sneers, furious at just how quickly and easily she’s able to burrow under his skin.

“Steve, I could hear you wallowing from the other side of campus,” she whines, “it was majorly messing with my mojo.”

If he’s being honest with himself, he’s not sure what to say to that, and he’s way too tired to try to come up with something witty or sarcastic, so he just drops it. Anyway, she’s technically right, ‘cause he’s absolutely sulking. Not that he can really help it, but whatever.

“So…”

His heart may have finally calmed down, but her tone spikes his anxiety right back up again. If she’s going to dance around whatever it is, it must be bad, and he really doesn’t want to deal with bad right now, but he’d rather deal with it now than in five minutes or however long it takes for her to get to the point.

“Robin, whatever it is just say it, alright?” He begs, palms going a little sweaty.

She sucks a deep breath in through her teeth, and stretches her arms in front of her, biding her time in spite of him. Asshole.

“No, it’s nothing,” she lies, “I just wanted to know how you and Eddie are doing.”

“Me and Eddie?” He asks, ears going hot at the idea of there being a ‘him and Eddie.’

“Yeah, I mean, you’ve got this weird thing going on, right?” She probes, suddenly really fascinated by the zipper on her backpack.

Alright, yeah, no, he’s not dealing with this.

“There is no thing going on,” he corrects.

“OK,” Robin mutters before ticking off his sins on her fingers, “I catch you canoodling in the den, you invite him to the pool party, the two of you disappear for like, an hour, then he runs out without saying goodbye—which you got super sad over, by the way—and, like, every single time I’ve mentioned him this last week you’ve gotten all weird.”

“I do not get weird!” He protests. “And we were not canoodling!”

As much as he hates to admit it, she’s right, and it sucks. What’s worse is that it’s been that obvious. In his own head, he’s actually been kind of proud of himself, thinking he’s done an alright job at hiding just how much it hurts to constantly be left with an Eddie shaped hole in his chest. What happened to him? He used to be better at hiding things, didn’t he?

She frowns, and it looks like it’s made of pity which makes him sick. “Look, Steve, as much as it pains me to say it, you’re my best friend. Do you really think I wouldn’t notice—"

“Robin. There’s nothing to notice. We’re friends. It’s just…it’s taking a bit to break in,” he insists, hating how goddamn defensive he sounds.

As far as best friends go, he’s really lucked out because the minute things get too heavy, she always backs out. Things are just about as heavy as they can get outside of the world ending, so he watches as the fight drains out of her.

“Fine, I’ll drop it. But Steve, in the Upside down…I know what it looks like to look at someone the way he looks at you,” she confesses, her words coming out all slow and serious.

As far as best friends go, he’s not sure he’s got a good one, ‘cause for as much as she claims to know about him, Robin doesn’t know a damn thing. If anything, he’s the one looking at Eddie. If anything, he’s the Robin, and Eddie’s Tammy Thompson. Yeah, sure, Eddie’s eyes are technically on him, but it’s temporary and doesn’t mean much more than a shaky friendship and mutually beneficial whatever. The look she thinks she’s seeing isn’t there. He should know.

“It’s not like that,” he stresses through a mutter.

She doesn’t believe him, obviously she doesn’t believe him, and she’s looking at him with so much understanding and disappointment he just wants to shrivel up and die.

“OK,” she says just as quietly.

It isn’t there, and it’s never going to be there, and the sooner he, and Robin, and whoever else accepts that, the better. Even if he’s going to milk every single second of Eddie’s attention—and do everything in his power to keep the focus on him—it’s silly and destructive to pretend that it means any more than it does.

hai, i'm pubby! if you enjoyed this little excerpt, please consider checking out the full fic on ao3!! have a great day!! �� ᴖﻌᴖა

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