this is kinda a mix between drabbles and headcanons? Idk... I wrote it so you can interpret it as either humanized or not, so go wild!
Frylock:
Quality Time: Oh goodness, please offer to help him with his research, I feel like he’d love to have a lab partner. Even if science isn’t your thing, he just appreciates the fact that you’re taking time to spend time with him doing something he loves. Does the same for you too, asking questions about your hobbies and interests. He definitely does research into your hobbies in his free time.
Words of affirmation: The king of oddly specific, somewhat weird compliments. Things like “you have a beautiful brain”, “your skin is so smooth”, things like that.
Physical Touch: Definitely more touchy than you’d expect. Not super into PDA, but definitely needs to be holding your hand like all the time. Eating dinner? Holding your hand. Sitting with the other Aqua Teens? Holding your hand. Any time anywhere he can, he will be.
Acts of Service: Frylock is big on acts of service. Be something simple, like tidying up your shared room; helping do daily chores; making a meal; or more complex things, like proactively helping you solve problems you bring to him if he feels like it’s in his capability.
Giving/Receiving Gifts: Definitely gives gifts of use. Accessories, books, materials related to your hobbies; Clothes and accessories that fit your aesthetic, things like that. Goes all out for valentine’s day, I feel like he’s a romantic at heart.
Master Shake:
Quality Time: Big one for outings. Loves places like arcades, retro gaming stores, bowling…Any sort of games you can play together he’s down for. Loves playing any sorts of games with you. Also a sucker for domesticity, He’d never really imagined himself to be a sappy sort, but something about chill days in cuddling and watching TV really brings a warmth to his heart.
Words of Affirmation: I feel like he’s not the type to give big dramatic heartfelt declarations of love… His affection really shows in how frequently he compliments you. Even little things, like I like the way that shirt looks on you, your hair looks cool today, things like that. He’s not the polite sort, and doesn’t really complement anybody but you.
Physical Touch: Oh my god he’s so grabby. Walking past him? You get a smack on the butt. Standing beside him? Definitely either have a hand on your waist or butt. Sitting next to each other? Definitely tries to coax you into sitting on his lap. The most smug asshole about it, too.
Acts of Service: He’ll only do things for you. He may grumble a bit about it depending on the task, but it will end up done (Probably better than you expected). I personally headcanon that he’s secretly a good cook, and he definitely puts his entire heart into trying to make you the best damn dinner around. Cooking is one of the few tasks he does without needing to be asked, and he only does it for you. Like, pointedly only cooks enough food for you two so you don’t need to share with Frylock or Meatwad.
Giving/Receiving gifts: He’s a bit of a material girl, loves receiving gifts. He really tries with gifts, but it ends up being something a bit odd. A book with a title that made him laugh, a poster for a movie you talked about exactly 1 time, things like that. He knows his own skill though, and typically gets traditional gifts for you. Think plushies, candy, flowers, the works.
Meatwad:
Quality time: Loves, loves, loves when you read him books! He can read on his own, but something about the way your voice sounds when reading aloud is so comforting to him. Please let him show you all his toys, it’ll make little man’s day. Dream Date? MC Pee Pants concert. Loves sharing the things he likes with you, and hearing about the things you like! Will definitely demand to join you next time you partake in a hobby.
Words of Affirmation: Gives you the sweetest compliments ever. Like, your hair is so soft, your laugh is so cute, I like the way that you smile. He doesn’t go out of his way to flatter you, but simply states them when he thinks them. Very cutely awkward when it comes to receiving them, very bashful and blush.
Physical Touch: Very cuddly. Like, whenever you guys are just hanging out he wants to hold you/be held by you. A bit more of a little spoon due to being generally smaller than most people, but absolutely loves wrapping himself around you in a close embrace. Takes after Frylock in the way he needs to hold your hand constantly.
Acts of Service: Very much a sucker for the classics. Things like holding doors for you, carrying your bags whenever you two are shopping together, trying to do all the ‘manly’ tasks for you, etc.
Giving/Receiving gifts: Biggest maker of homemade gifts right here. Draws you, buys beads and makes you jewelry, writes and makes up stories for only you, even trying to make simple treats for you (Fudge, brownies, things like that.)
how do you think the aqua teens would react to asking them to buy pads 😭😭😭
OOO I lowkey love this ask HAHAH
FRYLOCK |
- ah shit. It happened again.
- frylock was totally prepared for this, too.
- He knew your period was coming because of the cravings.
- when you ask him to grab you stuff, he’s never throwing a fit. He’s prepared, has a written list of everything you want and need, and knows exactly what you like.
- Shit, he even picks up some of your favorite sweets and snacks along the way.
- He might mumble a little bit of something under his breath if the list starts growing a little too long..
- but he reminds himself how much he cares about you, and it’s only for a week, so it’s all fine!
- Frylock sometimes even calls you up on his way home to ask what else you’d like before coming home.
- he’s in and out of the store in a flash. He’s basically got this down like the back of his hand! He’s confident, and practically speed runs it.
- frylock might still kinda hide what he’s buying, but only because he knows you don’t need the entire world to know that you’ve gotten your period.
MASTER SHAKE |
- Shake had his suspicions that it was that time of the month again; mostly because of the mood swings. And he was obviously a dick about it.
- sometimes he even started arguments because he knew how revved up and emotional you could get. It was a fun little game !
- damn. But that’s means he has to cater your every will, want, and need for the next three to five days. Hell, even the week beforehand.
- you asked him super nicely, to run to the store and grab your favorite brand of pads / tampons. After all, it was either that, or bleed on his favorite chair. And he couldn’t have that.
- Shake makes a fit about it, but secretly doesn’t mind doing it. It’s just the stares of being in the woman’s aisle not knowing what to grab is what was so daunting and annoying.
- He practically forgets the brand every time, even when he insists on knowing what it is that you needed.
- What’s cotton or regular? What the hell are the different sizes for?
- shake had no idea, but grumbled and mumbled to himself before having to suck it up and ask for someone’s help.
- when he does finally get home with your wants and needs, he usually tosses in a few little chocolate bars or snacks so the two of you could both munch on something together, since he was gonna do all that work to go get you stuff
MEATWAD |
- so, oddly enough, meatwad was honestly one of the only household members that wrote down when he thinks you’d be due.
- the calendar was right- it totally was the day of the shark attack.
- he knew just what to do!
- Go to the store, grab some pads/tampons, go home- -
- only problem is, he needs help, because this dude has horrible memory.
- That, and he gets distracted by EVERYTHING under the sun.
- so after long talks in grocery aisles, he finally makes his way over to the snack aisle; only to become distracted by everything that he likes or wants to buy.
- Sometimes you have to call and check up on him while he’s out, too,,
- makes sure he’s getting the right things, and gentle reminders that you’re kind of in a hurry.
- Overall, he makes it home, and loves to give you bunches of cuddles while the two of you pig out on snacks and drinks
Hi! I absolutely ADORE your athf headcanons! I love reading them, they make me so happy :)
I'm not exactly sure what to request, I just wanted to tell you that I loved these, but in the spirit of Valentine's Day, are there any Valentine's or physial touch/cuddly hcs that come to mind for the cast?
(Also clingy feral Err is something I never thought about before but works so well I love it so much)
GO MY ALL_OUT EVERYONE GETS A LIL' BEAM! I apologize for being a day late... I figured I'd take the opportunity to cover a lil' bit on everyone :D! I'm putting it under a cut because it's,,,,,,a lot lol
Frylock
Frylock is typically fairly romantic, but not overly touchy in the way of PDA…although he’s more cuddly than he lets on!
Valentine's Day for Frylock is a very relaxed but very drawn out process with acts of love in between. A lot of gestures he planned out in advance, like flowers delivered whilst he’s out buying a gift, reservations at his partner's favorite restaurant, etc.
Frylock’s pièce de résistance of Valentine's Day is a handwritten love letter detailing how happy he is with his lover, some of his favorite traits about them and how excited he is to spend another Valentine's day with them.
Master Shake
Shake is absolutely the most touchy motherfucker out there. Always has his hands on his lover somewhere, be it casually resting a hand on their ass or wrapping an arm playfully around their shoulder
Shake has what I call affectionately “Time Blindness”. He probably doesn’t realize Valentine’s Day is soon until he’s caught in a conversation about it. Once he realizes he’d briefly forgotten, he puts all his energy in making a day of it for his lover
Definitely relaxed and honestly probably a cheap event, but full of love and devotion (dude is unemployed, but he tries!). Things like making his beloved a lovely homemade dinner, having an at-home spa night, as well as giving a couple smaller traditional gifts like a single red rose and a small box of chocolates
Meatwad
He’s such a sweetheart, and gives small Valentines to literally everybody in his life. Cute hand drawn cards with little sweet sentiments written for each person
Meatwad loves hugs, so much. He’s a big hugger, and definitely gives very good hugs. Like squeeze the life out of you type hugs.
He puts all his Valentine's Day effort into making a dessert. I headcanon that he likes to bake, and although he probably isn’t very good at it, it's the thought that counts!
Ignignokt
Ignignokt is surprisingly tender, especially when he and his partner have some alone time away from prying eyes. He’s a bit less reserved with his affection around Valentine's Day, and is very clear and direct in expressing his love to his partner.
Valentine's Day is one of the few times he attempts to plan a more in-depth and expensive date event. Making reservations at an expensive restaurant, buying his partner gifts rather than stealing them, etc.
Ignignokt also makes a quiet (but notable) show of doing things for his lover in the way of favors. Need laundry done? That’s his problem today! Forgot grocery shopping? He’ll take care of it!
Err
Never forgets Valentine’s Day, he's very excited for it and planning in advance. He loves having a set aside day just to spend with his partner, and loves picking different events to do together or different experiences to get tickets for
He’s the touchiest guy ever. He’s very clingy in a very high-energy way; He needs his beloved to be hugging him, holding him, kissing him, making some form of physical contact with him else he hum loudly like a demanding microwave until they do...
Valentine’s Day for Err tends to be dedicated towards a specific event he found to be a good time for him and his partner to do together; If it’s dinner, the day is spent shopping for an outfit and discussing food options. If it’s an event you are absolutely in attendance open-to-close. No matter what it is, the day ends with a surprisingly tender declaration of life from him as he slowly drifts off to sleep in his lover's arms.
Emory
Emory is the thoughtful type when it comes to Valentine’s Day. He ensures whatever he has planned is something that takes thought and effort. Something emotional too, I feel like of all the boys he’s the one who’s most comfortable showing his vulnerable side
He takes aside the time in the day to tell his partner how much they mean to him, express appreciation for them and all they do for him. When it comes to planning the day's events he makes it a conversation of if his lover want to have a plan or have a specific idea for what type of date they’d like to go on
Emory goes all out for the gift part however. I know I’ve mentioned this before but he remembers everything his partner likes. He gets or picks a bouquet of their favorite flowers, gets their favorite candy in the cutest most Valentine’s Day-styled packaging, and some small piece of hobby-associated equipment or supplies.
Oglethorpe
Oglethorpe is excited for Valentine’s Day with his partner in the same way a small child is excited for Christmas. I feel that whoever his current partner would be is the first one he’d have (I headcanon that he doesn’t have much relationship experience. He’s just happy to have someone to spend Valentine’s Day with)
He’s very touchy and cuddly. Any downtime between whatever he and his partner are doing during the day is spent with them in his arms carried around like a childhood comfort item.
Oglethorpe probably gifts something he’d hand made or something of comfort. I mentioned this in a previous post, but I headcanon him to very crafty and surprisingly good so he gives very well and lovingly crafted gifts
Carl Brutananadilewski
Carl is initially indifferent towards Valentine’s Day. He’s unused to all that “gushy, goo-goo” type stuff, according to him. The truth is a bit more sad…He’s truly unused to having someone care for him, and completely unsure how to go about planning stuff for his partner
The actual day of Valentine’s Day, Carl spends the day pulling out his best romantics. He’s a bit less unsavory than usual, more sincere and genuine in his compliments…even laying it on thick with very sweet and genuine yet awkward expressions of physical affection
He’s a bit of a classic lover at heart. His biggest plan for him and his lover is an expensive, fancy dinner followed by a relaxing night together. He makes a small vacation of it, paying for a hotel for the night for him and his lover to get away and focus on each other. It’s a whole lot of effort on his part; he’s not used to so much tenderness and it’s very emotionally vulnerable for him, but he loves every second of it
Hell yeah, dude! I'm so hype, I've gotten so many Master Shake requests but this is my first asking for Frylock! I'm so down bad for him and I refuse to hide it, so I'm so hype there's someone else who is! I hope you likeys these!
Frylock
It takes Frylock a little while of knowing somebody to fall in love with them, but whenever he does fall he falls hard. Like, stay awake at night thinking about them and constantly and silently pining hard
More likely than not his love interest started out as friendship, so spending a lot of time with him and having him invite them over much more often than before isn’t too much of a surprise
Frylock is very flirty with his significant other, no matter what point in the relationship they’re in and even before. He’s unashamed of how much he loves them, and doesn’t hesitate to express that to them
Common dates include: Museums, Book Store outings, romantic picnics, relaxed nights in, taking Meatwad on outings
Speaking of Meatwad, he definitely grows to see Frylock’s lover as a sort of pseudo-parent figure in a similar way that he views Frylock. Whenever Frylock is busy, odds are you’re hanging out with the lil’ man and having his toys proudly shown off to you.
Master Shake, however, is a bit jealous of Frylock and honestly tries to flirt with Frylock’s lover. He stops when it’s made clear they’re uninterested / with Frylock but before then nothing stops him from at least attempting. Once he's done playing "Mr. Steal Yo Lover" Master Shake is most commonly seen scolding Frylock for pretty much any physical affection. Commonly hollers at the two lovebirds to “Get a room”
Frylock is above all else a very doting lover, like 100% down bad so into his lover you have no idea
Common Pet Names include: Dear, Hun/Honey, Baby, My Love
Please, Frylock with a S/O who is Asexual or the world will explode now. (I love your writing with Frylock)
Awahhh, thank you! I will 100% prevent the World from Blowing Up 🫡
Full disclosure I'm not 100% certain if I should mark this as MDNI or not because it references the fact that sex is a thing, but I can't tell if I'm going too in-depth or not. I'm leaving it unmarked but if you think it should be, please let me know!
Frylock
I feel like of anyone from ATHF, Frylock is the most understanding when it comes to his partner being part of the LGBTQ+ community. By that, I mean he already knows what most of the acronym means and understands what it means to be part of the community
Especially the asexual spectrum corner of it because I personally headcanon him to be Demisexual...pushing my own narrative hell yeah (silly). The first thing he does when the conversation starts is to agree with you, so to speak.
Frylock enlightens you on this part of his identity if it hadn’t come up before and reminds you of it if it has. He understands the idea of asexuality already and is vaguely knowledgeable on the different forms it comes in.
He definitely asks a lot of questions relating to your personal view of your sexuality. Not in the pushing kind of way, just more specifics that he’d want/need to know as your partner. For example, are you sex-repulsed, sex-disinterested, or somewhere in between? What’s your opinion on other forms of sex? Do you dislike certain sex acts in particular, or are you fully asexual?
Once you do tell him and answer his questions, he makes sure to settle any potential nerves by very clearly explaining why exactly it is he’s asking so many questions. He wants to ensure your comfort in the relationship; ensure he hasn’t said or done anything to inadvertently overstep your boundaries or make you uncomfortable.
I feel like Frylock’s strongest suit in a relationship is communication, and a situation like this is the perfect time to highlight that. He reassuring you that he doesn’t want you to feel uncomfortable with your relationship at all or feel pressured in any way shape or forum surrounding the situation.
So you might've fallen asleep in the chair next to Shake. That's twice this's happened now.
Not a big deal at all; actually, it was pretty normal by this point.
The feeling of somebody snuggled up in the crook of your neck was actually what woke you up. Your eyes are fuzzy and barely opening, but you hear a light snore coming from beside you, and it pulls you further out of sleep.
Shake. It was shake. Of course it was him.
His head was tucked into the crook of your neck, resting on your shoulder. Ice pack fallen on the floor, and lazy uncomfortable positions on the couch.
You exhale through your nose softly and just let him rest there. It was fine- - it wasn't the most comfortable place to be sleeping, but your tired body was genuinely just so overworked that you couldn't care any less. Moving was a hard pass right now.
You actually feel the want to tilt your head to his, so that's exactly what do. Leaning into him, and gazing over the black and blue bruise on his face.
Damn, he was genuinely just so much less annoying when he was asleep. And actually.. why did he look so attractive right now?
You feel a flutter in your chest when you look down at him.
That asshole finally stole your heart, didn't he?
Damn.
You feel a small stir from beside you, as he tried stretching out with what little room he had in the cramped position the two of you were in.
"Shake," you whisper with a weak smile, hoping to get him to wake up.
He only rolls away from you, mumbling a little grunt or tired noise in return. Your lips curl to a light smirk as you slightly lean over his shoulder and place a hand to him.
"Mmhhn... what?" His voice snaps with a bit of annoyance. You draw back, sitting normally in your spot again. "Never mind— Nothing,"
He sighs, eyes staying closed as he gently begins to fall back to sleep.
You sit there, defeatedly, mentally admitting to yourself that you might've just wanted some meaningless morning conversation with him.
Your muscles ache a bit as you lay there. This chair was definitely not meant for two people, especially not after working a twelve hour.
Struggling for a moment, you wiggle yourself up and out of the chair. When you stand to your feet, you feel the tense muscles in your calves and feet kicking on. Yuck.
You stretch out your body, and yawn.
Moving to the kitchen, you make yourself some coffee. Once it was to your liking, you walk it outside and decide to sit on the front step of the house.
You let out a soft sigh at the fresh air hitting your skin. Sometimes you gotta just reground yourself with reality and have a nice coffee in peace- -
"Y/N! Hey, good mornin!"
Nope.
You look up and see Carl making his way towards you with a bit of an eager smile on his face. It wasn't easy to hold back the slight annoyance in your features, but you managed.
"Hey Carl." You reply, bringing the mug to your lips and sipping the coffee.
He stands with his hands on his hips as he looks down at you. "Whatchu doin' out here? .. All alone? —Lookin' beautiful."
You shrug, snuggling into your hoodie. "I just wanted a minute to myself. I lost my job last night."
Carl makes a lopsided smile down at you, obviously trying to feel some sort of sympathy. "Oh man . . Sorry to hear that."
You sigh, leaning your elbow to your knee, hand holding your cheek. "Thanks. It sucks."
Carl put a hand to the back of his neck and looked away briefly. You noticed the form of a frown crawling up his features, and for a moment, you actually felt some respect for him. "What happened?" He asks.
You lean back on your hand, tilting your head up at him. There's a soft look of annoyance on your face as you think about it. "Asshole inside." You point your thumb behind you to the door you sat in front of. "He started a fight with a customer."
His brows raised, "Drink cup?" Carl asks, humored. "What, did he get his ass beat? What the hell happened?"
You smile with annoyance at the thoughts and shake your head. "There was a customer yelling at me, and I guess he didn't really like that."
"Wow." He stated it like it was a surprise to him. "Good for you- you've got somebody to kiss your ass." He narrows his eyes with a dull look.
"No—" You shake your head. "Not good; I lost my job because of it." You say, frustrated. "I mean, I guess it was kinda nice he was willing to get a black eye for me . ."
Carl caught you smiling to yourself over the idea of it. He swats you off with a little look of knowing annoyance. "Don't tell me you're fallin' for him?"
You shrug into your hoodie, shy and embarrassed by the fact that it was most definitely beginning to be true. You were.
"No, no no. Trust me, you do not wanna get it on, with that." He points at you, shaking his head. "He's unstable— seriously, the dude's got some major issues." Carl begins to go on, narrowing his eyes a bit at the idea of it all.
"I'd suspect you to be with fryman first, before trying Shake."
You cringe at the idea of that, and you were sure that Frylock would, too. You two were just really good friends. That was it. He never even tried to make a move on you, and he could've if he really wanted to.
"Hell no, frylock is literally just a good dude to me. I don't look at him like that." You hold back the crinkle in your nose as best as you can as you say that. Carl shrugs, rolling his eyes.
"But you can see Shake as someone you'd wanna be with?" He asks, almost taunting the idea to you.
You shrug again, considering the idea of it.
Yeah, you would.
Your head instinctively nods, and you find yourself looking up at him. "Yeah, I guess."
"Damn." Carl looks away with disappointment clear in his features. You raise a brow, suddenly curious as to why he cared so much, anyway.
"Well, good luck with all of that. If you ev'a change your mind, you know where to find me." And with that, he walks off.
You shudder off that idea as well, and go back to sipping on your coffee cup.
The silence to yourself outside didn't last for more than twenty minutes. You guessed it was enough to finish your mug, and scroll a little bit through your phone, but not as long as you'd like it to be.
From inside, you could hear arguing. It was distant, like it was behind a few other walls, but still audible enough for you to pick up.
Welp, guess you should probably go see what's going on, and get in on the drama.
You let out a small sigh, stand to your aching feet, and head on in. The talking got quieter once the front door closed behind you, which led to some suspicions on your end.
Your eyes narrow slightly as you walk the empty coffee mug to the sink, placing it inside.
Voices mumbled and muffled behind the wall, and you slowly start to make your way into the hallway, trying to be sneaky.
"You're gonna scare her away like you did with Freda." Meatwad says, looking up at shake with a frown.
You peek around the corner of the doorway and innocently listen in on their conversation.
Shake scoffs, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes away from the boy in defense. "No I won't! And besides, she's nothing like Freda-"
"Right; Y/N actually likes your dumb ass for some reason." Meatwad snickers.
Okaaay, drama time.
You pop your head into the room with curiosity and take a step inside. "Who's Freda?"
"Y/N!" Shake's head snaps towards you, eyes wide, and Meatwad smiles innocently.
"Oh, hi y/n! We were just talking about you!" Meatwad beams up at you, innocent, and smiling. Shake glances down to him, a brow raising.
"Frylock had to make a—"
Before meatwad could continue, Shake desperately gathers Meatwad up in his arms, and holds a hand over the boys mouth. You notice the nervous smile on shake's face as he lets out an edgy little chuckle at you. "It was nobody! Freda doesn't even exist,"
Meatwad glares behind shake's hand, and from what you can tell, tries to bite it. Shake let's out a yelp of disgust and pulls his hand back, dropping the boy. "You little shit!"
The boy wiggled out of Shake's hold, and quickly speaks, "She was made for Shake because his ass was lonely! But she dumped him, too." Meatwad smirks at you, knowing how much Shake wanted to strangle him for that.
Shake steps forward, desperate. "WHAT? He's lying, Y/N!" Shake glares down at the boy, and grabs his arm, "Too many cartoons rotting his puny brain!" He speaks through gritted teeth, eyes narrowed. His hand drags him into a choking arm lock. His hand closes to a fist, and nuggies the boy's head.
"Ow! Let go!" The boy whines, struggling.
"Shake!"
You didn't even know what to say- - all you could do right now, is lunge at Shake, and grab meatwad from his arms. You hold the boy in a protective hug, his arms swinging around your neck as he was picked up by you.
"Okay- I don't know who the fuck Freda is, what she was, or could be— but I don't care." You snap, holding Meatwad close to you.
Shake let out a nervous chuckle as he spoke, and you raise a brow, "She was nothing! It's not like I was in love with her, or wanted her to come back to me every day of my life—" Shake snaps, then, in an instant, shows a look of regret on his face. Eyes wide, cursing under his breath, he suddenly had a flushed color rising to his face.
You stood there, blinking a few times at him. Your blood ran still, and your mind seemed to freeze for a moment. "What?"
"Nothing! Nothing, I didn't say anything." Shake scrambles, desperately looking for an escape route out of this mess.
You frown slightly as meatwad leans his head to your shoulder. "Who was she?"
Shake shifted uncomfortably, staying silent. God forbid he lets himself feel things in a healthy way.
Meatwad smiles, looking at you. "Frylock built a robot. He lied about it for a bit, and she and Shake met at the park one day."
Shake intervenes, "Meatwad, I swear-"
That was.. incredibly sad. Like, wow.
"Frylock knew Shake's lonely."
"Shut your face! I'm not!" Shake glares, face burning with embarrassment. "I've got tons of hot babes all over me, all the time!"
You narrow your eyes at him a bit, shaking your head. Setting Meatwad back down on his feet, you shudder off the uncomfortable feeling this entire conversation gave you.
"Okay, whatever this is," you make a hand motion, "I don't want it." You speak up, trying to sound casual, but deep down, just sort of feel a bit upset by it all.
So, did he still love her? -Whatever she was? Did you care?
Ew, feelings are weird, and you didn't like the ones Shake gave you. Why the hell was he still in love with some machine, when you were right here?
You start to step out of the room. Obviously it wasn't that big of a deal- - but you just didn't want to feel trapped in the middle of this weirdness.
"Nonono— wait, y/n, please," Shake ran after you, grabbing your arm. You turn to look back at him and frown at the grip his hand held on you. "It was only until you came back!"
You pause, eyeing him cautiously.
"I don't like her anymore. She was nothing! Not even real," his laugh was nervous as hell, smile weak and sloppy. "She's a whore!"
Your eyes widen at the choice of words being used, and you instantly draw back. "I believe you," your voice is a little tense when you pull yourself out of his grasp. Those words were aimlessly said, because you knew deep down you didn't.
Shake looks down at you, seemingly contemplating what to do next in what little time he had.
"I'm sorry- - I didn't know you were back inside." He throws out there, hoping in some sense it could change things. If anything, that only made it worse.
You shrug, and shift away from him anyway. "It's whatever."
He groans, turning to look back at Meatwad with a glare. "See what you did! Why'd you have to bring her up?"
The boy glares, a look of confusion twisting into his annoyance. "Me? I didn't bring her up!"
You look between the two, and instantly feel something uncomfortable settling into your chest. "Okay, imma give you guys some space," your tone takes on a bit of insecurity, and you quickly turn to leave.
Heading over to your bedroom, you slip inside and feel the racing questions enter your mind as you close the door behind you.
Was it really that serious? You're probably just overreacting. Maybe it was just a random topic that got brought up and turned into something deeper- - it happens sometimes.
What if Shake is just using you and really didn't care..?
Oh no.
You knew there was something toxic within you to feel things for Shake, but like, maybe you needed to raise your standards? But do you deserve to? Shit.
Instantly, you find yourself rage cleaning. Moving things out of the way, finishing up the rest of the box that had been sitting beside your bed on the floor for weeks now.
—But it wasn't combating the thoughts, and now you didn't know what else to do to make them go away. Maybe frylock would wanna to go to the bar..
There's just so many thoughts at once. It's loud, and annoying. You break down the now empty box and fold it neatly, laying it on the floor next to the door.
'What ifs' and accusations kept flooding your mind without an end. Why the hell aren't they going away?
"Hey," Shake snaps you from your thoughts, suddenly standing at the doorway of 'your' room. "Can you just listen to me for a second?"
You stop cleaning, letting out a trembly sigh, and turn to face him. Why the hell are your hands shaking?
"Okay," you mumble, looking up at him. Secretly, you're kind of thankful he was there.
The male steps in the room, closing the door behind him as he found it. With quick steps, he makes his way in front of you, grabbing your hands almost in a plead for your attention.
Does he notice your shaking?
"Meatwad was being stupid and asking me questions about you. I told him that obviously you were into me- - and that.. I.. well, I think you're hot." He says, catching your furrowing expression, which made him follow up to cover himself, "-And, you know, sometimes I think I feel whatever happy is supposed to feel like, when you're around me,"
You blink up at him, curious and eager to hear more from him. Wherever this was going, it seemed like it was somewhere.
"But, Freda got brought up- and I guess I'm just scared to lose you. Again." He admits.
Holy shit- - Shake? Admitting to you that he was scared?
You understood where he was coming from. The past you two had before your ex, it was there, whether you wanna admit it or not.
When you don't reply yet, lost in pondering, you feel him letting go of your hands, and watch as he starts to pace the small space anxiously. "You know, you really fucking hurt me when you left." he says, a tone of frustration hiding under the anger he showed.
Guilt floods into your chest as you look at him. "I'm sorry,"
"No, you chose that douchebag over me! And then you got hurt," he scoffs, stopping in his tracks to look at you. "You kept making me want you. Like you were playing with my head," he narrows his eyes at you.
Guilty. Because you never know what you want.
Deep down, too, you knew how it probably made him feel. You've just decided to brush it all off over the past year because you didn't want to deal with it anymore.
"I didn't mean to. It just sort of happened." You try and excuse your actions, but there was a weight to them that just didn't feel light enough to keep brushing off anymore. "He asked me to move in with him, a-and I just couldn't say no. I thought he loved me."
"Oh, but I didn't?" He snaps.
Frozen, you stare at him and watch the instant regret of vulnerability on his face flooding into his features.
You both stand there for a minute, silent and awkward. The air was thick with a sense of tension that you didn't like feeling.
He clears his throat, and looks away.
Fuck.
"When I was hanging around more, I liked you too. And that's why I left." You admit, maybe harsher than you meant it. "With him."
He frowns a bit, his ego taking a hit of damage. "What do you mean?"
"I was scared that I was gonna love you." You fidget for a second before looking away, out the window. Your heart was racing inside your chest. Sweating out of the palms of your hands. This feels awful.
Shake hesitates before tilting his head slightly. "Well . . Do you?"
There's a sinking feeling in your stomach, a flutter in your chest and head. Your body was trying to regulate whatever emotion he was making you feel. It was something unfamiliar.
"I don't know," you fidget.
"Oh," Shake says. "What do y— why don't you know?"
You shrug, avoiding your gaze away from him, and feeling vulnerable once again. Honestly, you just couldn't give him an answer to that yet. And you wanted to run.
He then sighs heavily, a visible hint of annoyance behind it.
"You know, you told me something when you were drunk that one night we went to the club." He says, crossing his arms.
A rush of anxiety comes over you as you look to him. "What?" You ask, nervously.
"You said you were trying to fix someone that was broken. You thought he'd 'change', blah blah blah." He makes a hand motion, sticking out his tongue with disgust. "Big surprise, you couldn't change him. And then you started crying! Over that ex!"
You frown, a little bit irritated. "Yeah- no shit! I was fucking upset and drunk," Your voice raises back at him.
"Where are you going with this? A-And why do you even care? You're still in love with some fucking robot." Your arms crossed over your chest as you shift away from him.
"I'm not!" He groans heavily, tilting his head back with dramatics. "That stopped when you came back!"
Oh.
You pause again, thinking of what to say.
"So, you're not just using me?" You ask, exposed, and looking over your shoulder at him with a bit of a frown.
"No! What the hell," he steps forward, face scrunched up with confusion. "Do I need to make it any more clear for your blind ass!?" He yells, frustrated. "Are you losing your vision? You're obviously on your way out from alcohol poisoning or some shit, because I've been making it very clear how I feel about you."
You knew he liked you. You've known for two years- - but you didn't think it was actual feelings. You figured he just liked the attention you were giving him. He craves that shit, and you've been giving it to him like free handouts.
He follows whatever gives him the time of day like a loose dog.
"I just thought you wanted me because I can actually tolerate your dumb ass." You say, defensively, closed off.
He shakes his head, frowning with annoyance. "No! Y/N you know I like you. I just want you to like me."
You pause, inhaling a soft, shaky breath. Man, your emotions and feelings are all out on the line now.
"I do like you." You say, eyes darting over his features to not miss a reaction.
"Then what's the problem?" He asks, visibly getting annoyed with your indecisiveness.
You pause, scared to show someone how you really felt. Sometimes you just, froze. Scared that it would only get used against you in the future again.
Your mind shifts to a random thought, a coverup, a lie, an excuse- - and you confidently say it through your teeth.
