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Whumptober Prompt #30- Recovery
........................... This is a bit embarrassing. So I wrote today, but because I’m super fucking weird I ended up writing for a fandom I’ve never written before and I’m not saying it’s a bad story but it was suuuuuuuuper embarrassing to write. It’s not a bad story, I think I did okay, but honestly, if I didn’t need to I probably wouldn’t post it. So, everyone do me a favor? Skip this one. If you insist on feeding my everlasting blush for today, here’s some... lazytown
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Waking up from a sugar meltdown was not how he expected this day to go. Coming out of them always made him frightened and sluggish. He hated not being in control of his own body, unable to control what happened to him while he was unconscious. He could feel someone holding his hand, trying to force what tasted like an apple into his mouth. He bit down, and a small bit of energy immediately flowed through his body.
“That’s it, Sportasweet, you can do it.” A comforting voice soothed some of his anxiety away. He knew that voice.
His eyelashes fluttered, trying to get the world back into focus. He took another bite of the apple. More energy flowed through him, attacking the sugar poisoning his system.
Robbie eventually came back into focus, wearing a worried expression.
“What happened?” Sportacus tried to ask around the apple.
Robbie smiled in relief. “You scared me, that’s what happened.”
Sportacus frowned, and tried to sit up. Robbie helped him to the orange fuzzy chair.
“Why was there a sugar apple in the kitchen?” Sportacus asked, his voice on edge.
Robbie flinched. He knew how Sportacus felt about meltdowns, he’d told the Fae when they first got together, and Sportacus was too tired to filter his emotions.
“We wanted to surprise you.” Robbie saud, not meeting his eye.
“We?” Sportacus snapped, using what little strength he had to scoot away from Robbie.
“The children and I!” Robbie said, putting his hands up. “For your birthday.”
Sportacus stopped. “My birthday isn’t for another month.”
“We know.” Robbie sighed. “But Pinkie came up with an idea that the whole town ended up getting involved in. Even Sticky Fingers parents! She’s been working on a script for a play, a play about you and how much we love you. Pinkie is going to be you, and I am of course playing myself, so I thought it should be accurate. I made her a sugar apple that tastes like caramel, I’m pretty sure that’s her favorite. That way she could enjoy a pretend sugar meltdown, I know you can’t but I thought I might try for her.”
The anger flooded out of Sportacus’s system and left fondness with a smudge of guilt. Robbie has long abandoned the sentiment of sending him away forever, mostly only keeping his schemes up for fun. He should’ve trusted the man he said he loved.
“Oh Robbie.”
Robbie grimaced. “I’m sorry Sportacus. I thought I was home alone today. I should’ve been more careful about leaving out convincing sugar apples when apples never last longer than three seconds around you.”
“It was an honest mistake.” Sportacus said. “No need to be upset about it.”
Robbie managed a small but genuine smile. “Damn flippity elf. Always so self-sacrificing.”
Sportacus smiled right back. “Silly Fae. Always so willing to blame himself for everything.”
Robbie snickered.
“Come on, you flippy-floppy menace, let’s get you some bleh sportscandy.”
Robbie handed Sportacus the rest of the apple, which Sportacus devoured quickly. But the signature flood of energy didn’t come. That was strange.
Robbie returned with another apple. “Sportacus?”
“What was in that apple?” Sportacus asked hesitantly.
“Um, sugar, obviously,” Robbie frowned, noticing that Sportacus was not jumping up as he always did after a sugar apple “caramel, chocolate to soften it up so she can bite it, marshmallow syrup to hold it all together, and assorted taffy to make it the correct color. Why?”
Sportacus took the apple from Robbie’s outstretched hand, and devoured that one quickly too. He felt a little better but still, it wasn’t enough.
“Sportacus, why aren’t you flipping around my lair like you usually do?” Robbie asked, fear seeping into his voice.
“I’m not sure.” Sportacus murmured.
“What did you do today?” Robbie asked. “I know you and Pinkie were going to train today, for her Eleven stuff. I know you ate breakfast with me. What did you have for lunch?”
Sportacus opened his mouth, blushed and closed it.
“Sportaidiot.” Robbie grumbled. “You skipped lunch? The one who’s always ranting and raving about three square meals a day missed lunch?”
Sportacus blushed harder. “I might have gotten a little too involved with Stephanie’s training today. Time just flew by, she’s progressed so far. And then I sent her home to eat, thinking I would just do the same here and then I saw that apple and thought it would be a good way to replenish my energy before cooking.”
Robbie sighed. “Stupid elf. Stupid me for leaving it out.”
“We’re both fools.” Sportacus said. “I should’ve felt a difference in the weight of an apple, I should know what your sugar apples feel like. Honestly the fact that I didn’t notice sooner doesn’t reflect well on me as a Hero.”
“Let me get you to my chair, you second-rate Hero.” Robbie’s voice was teasing but his hands were gentle. He knew Robbie had problems with the Heroes and how the whole operation worked but Sportacus didn’t mind much. Robbie didn’t want him to stop being himself and that was all that mattered.
Robbie, more than likely using a bit of magic, lifted the elf into his arms and carried him over to the big, orange, fuzzy chair Robbie adored. Robbie set him down gently and easily removed Sportacus’s hat, letting his ears relax. He always kept them so tight when around the children, knowing they weren’t ready for the truth of their worlds. Even the half-elf Stephanie didn’t know her true parentage. Illusions, spells, elves, fairies, and the world of magic stayed away from humans for a reason. It felt good to finally relax.
“You coming down with something?” Robbie murmured, feeling Sportacus’s forehead. “That may explain why you didn’t eat lunch, I know you don’t eat much when you’re sick.”
“I don’t think so.” Sportacus replied. “I think I just need some rest.”
“All right, but you should still take eat some lavender plants to give you a boost.” Robbie walked back to the kitchen, gesturing to the small garden that now resided above the lair. Sportacus grew all sorts of flowers there, both to help in his magic and be beautiful, and he grew a lot of lavender because of its coloring and usage in healing spells.
“After a nap, I will.” Sportacus agreed.
Robbie returned with a damp washcloth and set it on Sportacus’s forehead.
“There, now you’re totally immobilized.” Robbie smirked, the routine of taking care of each other and the game they still played blending together perfectly. “You can’t escape me.”
“Oh no, whatever shall I do?” Sportacus yawned. The sugar was definitely catching up to him. “Looks like I’ll have to wait here with my boyfriend until I can be rescued.”
“I have work to do, ya know?” Robbie chuckled.
“I’m afraid I don’t care too much right now.” Sportacus said, reaching for Robbie’s hand with his own.
Robbie allowed himself to be dragged onto the fuzzy chair and snuggled up to Sportacus, spooning him with ease.
“The things I do for you, you crazy elf.” Robbie muttered into his ear.
Sportacus simply snuggled into Robbie further. Sleep was not far off for either of them.
Welcome!!
About Me…
hiya my name is ren and i’ll go by any pronouns
18+
gemini sun, cancer moon and capricorn rising
main interests (in no particular order): doctor who, marauders, criminal minds, tokyo ghoul, torchwood, marvel (comics), bones, bts, buffy, star trek, star wars, ethel cain, anything written by stephen sondheim
i love learning more about mythology, classic literature, obscure topics in psychology and biology, and listening to almost any type of music!
[please be mindful when sending in asks and stuff, try to avoid any topics that are generally triggering]
Just binge read Don’t Read This and I would die for Little Buddy. I’m going to fight That in the parking lot
Don't read this! Why you didn't leave?!
K yeah this was all the story
"Don't Read This" is on the webtoon!
I desperately crave a validation. You need to tell me that you've seen me. I need to hear whatever your thoughts are, I dont care if they're negative or positive I just need you to tell me I exist. I am more than a neutral vagueness
Tell me what I am am. Mold me into any shape for I am squishy and shapable.
あれは愛ですか?
何は愛ですか?
助けて、誰も助けて
Once there was a girl who went to a party. When she got there an old woman came up to her and started to admonish her for her looks.
"Your dress is ripped and filthy, you have dirt under your nails, your hair looks like it's never seen a comb, and you look and smell as if you haven't showered in months. Why didn't you make yourself presentable?" She said. The girl looked at her and told her
"I've been busy."
"What could be more important than making sure you're clean?"
"Well, I've got to make sure that my heart keeps on beating first. Then I have to keep my lungs breathing and my stomach digesting food. I have to make my eyes blink and my hair grow. Then it's a matter of keeping this thing in my head happy so it doesn't try to kill me again. I read poetry and listen to music. I put on good dresses and go for walks in the rain. I race rabbits and look at the stars. I bake pies that I would never want to eat and give them away. I write books and draw pictures before burning them in the fireplace. With all that to do who has time to comb their hair?" The old lady looked aghast.
"Well, that's just not proper." She said. The girl cocked her head.
"Maybe tomorrow my brain will want to be proper. Maybe tomorrow I'll shower and comb my hair. Maybe I'll paint my nails and eat tea cakes in a clean dress before calling on my neighbors. Or maybe tomorrow I'll stay in bed all day because nothing feels worth getting up for. Who knows but tomorrow?"
Semi-rant/something I noticed
So, like, I have no idea how it took so many years for people in my family to find out I'm neurodivergent. Like the only thing I really remember from my young child stage was that I knew that people didn't like when I was upset so I learned to pretend to be constantly happy. That might be the reason that it wasn't noticed as quick., but wouldn't that also be a little bit suspicious.
It wasn't until when I stated to have anxiety attacks that people noticed. Anyway why are some sound just like 10 times better than others.
Hey I am going to rant about something that might seem random
Okay so like I have kinda big hands, but I absolutely hate power tools. I mean like not like a drill press or a saw, I currently can not remember what any tool is called, but specifically like a power screwdriver. The grip for them are slightly too big for my hands, or at least the ones we used in tech for school shows. I don't think people who don't have this problem don't understand the nuisance of having to essentially put your weight above where you are trying to screw something in and then it moves cuz you don't have big enough hands to make it so it doesn't move and it stays in place. I know that I have the strength to do it since I am used to needing to hold heavy things.
Partially related to this, but if I had access to shapeshifting I would make my hands slightly larger. But I mean like seriously this is a problem I only had with a power screwdriver