#eviltimes

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Underachieving

By eviltimes

On Archive of Our Own

Status: Complete; Oneshot; 1,393 words

Summary: "The hickey in the divot of her neck. Exposed with the twist of her head from its spot under her collar. He is caught in it, like some poor anglerfish bait, transfixed by this light, or rather, smudge of darkness, waiting as if hypnotized to be swallowed up by something with very large teeth." *** Roy has a rude awakening, literally

My thoughts: Oh Roy, you dumb fuck. Better late than never I suppose. I love Roy’s internal monologue in this.

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Well Fuck.

There is a flippen MASSIVE spider in my room, like literaly the size of a toast plate, but it's up too high for me to  catch it and get rid of it, and when ever I go in there it like stalks me around my room. Life is sad, and I've had to abandon my room. Spiders are the bane of my existance.