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@hawkinsdetect | filed under: it's the rats dude "rich, you're not allowed to make fun of me for this. i swear to god the rats are spying on us. i know you don't believe me, but you're stupid. if they weren't spying on us, why would they live in our bathroom, rich. you don't get it. i know the fbi is paying them, dude. text me when you get this, and if you haven't heard back from me within an hour, the rats got me."
I’m just trying to keep my head above water
nancy knows that feeling all too well, still feeling that way at times. it’s lessened a little, but between the stress of school and the upside down nonsense, the flood has never really gone away. she doesn’t know what she can say or do to help rich out, but she offers a sympathetic smile regardless. she understands if he doesn’t want to, but she still feels compelled to ask, “ do you…want to talk about it…? ”
I’m calling their bluff
as much as nancy feels that people like jason and his friends deserve to be called out, she isn’t sure if it’s exactly the smartest thing to do—not after jason’s spiral upon losing chrissy. the fact that it’s at least six against one isn’t good odds either, and nancy grimaces at the thought of richard getting jumped and beaten to a pulp by jock meatheads.
“ are you sure it wouldn’t just be better to ignore them ? ”
@hawkinsdetect sent: it’s another night in for these two, a bottle of whatever they stole from the last party being passed back and forth as they lay on the couch. for once rich didn’t actually have to cook. the pizzas robin brought over open on the coffee table. robin’s legs stretch over his lap, nearly pinning him in place —— but there’s an odd comfort in it. there’s just that constant comfort with robin, but he can’t really figure out what it is. maybe… maybe there’s something more there that he hasn’t figured out. “ — man maybe we should do this more often. ” he jokes, trying to break the silence.
she’s a little drunk. its evident in the way a dorky smile is stuck on her face and how rosy her cheeks are. robin’s comfortable in her current position with her legs stretched out over rich. and now she’s giggling. not that he had said anything particularly funny in that sentence. its more of her remembering them stealing the liquor that they’ve been passing back and forth. such a fun night. her head is tilted as she looks at him with her smile. “we really should.” for second robin feels like she’s looking too long. so she peels her eyes away and settles it on the pizza on the coffee table. “i really like being with you, rich. er- hanging out. sorry. yeah, hanging out with you is really fun.” she’s gonna pretend that slip up didn’t happen because she knows how that sounded. accidentally revealing a little bit how she feels about him. she likes him.
he’s set up a standard cliche, flower petals leading in a trail to the bedroom. candles lit throughout the apartment. a simple text sent that just reads: “ thinking of you. ” as he waits on the bed. waiting to hear matt run towards the bedroom. there’s a stupid grin on his face the entire time. what a fun way to spend their valentine’s day together.
he can't remember if he ever really did valentine's day before.
it certainly wasn't a mello holiday, really, unless you counted them making good on the valentine's day chocolate sales after the fact. and really wasn't mello his only frame of reference?
he was amazed he hadn't seen rich trying to set all this up, but then he spent most of his time in the office working on shit during the day, hidden away from the rest of the apartment. matt's certainly rushing to enter the bedroom.
it may have been his first proper valentine's day, but he was thrilled to get to spend it with rich this year.
@hawkinsdetect: ❛ you make the prettiest sounds. ❜
THEY’RE SUPPOSED TO BE QUIET. subtlety has never been kurt’s strong point, but he always rushes into situations where his desperation takes over, the noise he makes no longer a part of the equation. if they really didn’t want to get caught rich would GAG him, make a real attempt to keep him quiet. but rich does entirely the opposite, the little bit of praise only drawing out more noises. whimpers and whines as rich toys with him, desperate noises that only get louder the longer they go on. hand moves to grip rich’s shoulder, some kind of attempt at keeping composure, though it doesn’t do anything to quiet the noises he makes. “rich—” kurt’s voice is shaky, panting softly as his hips buck up against rich’s touch. he NEEDS more, desperately craves the feeling of entirely letting go, but he has a feeling rich enjoys toying with him too much to let that happen. “please—”
@hawkinsdetect. dynamic: rich and robin.
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"I have to look DOWN at you every time we talk. Mate, are you just gonna be that short your whole life? What do you eat at home?"
