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maximumlegend) wrote2024-04-26 08:23 pm
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You have reached a MAXIMUM LEGEND!
maximumlegend) wrote2024-04-26 08:23 pm
You have reached a MAXIMUM LEGEND!
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The look Krouse gives Fabian is a very obvious, goggle-eyed no, which dissolves into a wincing grimace of brand new, never before experienced confusion as his brain then starts tacking on - not caveats, exactly. Because the answer is no. Noelle didn't even come onto him when she was less frustrated with his entire existence, let alone when she was angry with him.
That's not really the question that tangles Krouse up for a second in his own shit before he wraps his brain around the real thing that's going to slap him upside the head any minute now. The weird thing that gets Krouse for a second is imagining if Noelle had, hypothetically, ever come onto him while she was mad -
It would have been awful. Unbelievably fucking awful. He'd have felt sick about it. But for one half-drunk, supremely teenaged moment, Krouse just - thinks about it a little.
"No," he says, mouth moving right as the implication that really matters side swipes him like a semi and mercifully removes all thoughts involving his own personal life clean out of his skull, "No, she never - hang on - "
Krouse stares at Fabian, his mouth falling open as he blinks, really taking it all in. The hunkered down confusion, the tinge of befuddled confusion, the general air of fuck, dude, and oh, holy shit.
"Gorgug came onto you," Krouse says, not a question, "While he was...huh."
Krouse decides now is a great time for another drink. Out of a respect for someone's privacy, or the concept of privacy in general, he tilts Noelle's picture away from Fabian so she's not looking at him.
"Are you," Krouse says, as certain select images play behind his eyes, "Let me rephrase that. What, ah - exactly did he do? Precisely?"
cw: talk of dubcon
Especially since he was wrong. Apparently Krouse doesn't know what this very specific thing is like. It would have been so much easier if he knew - at this point it's just going to make Fabian look like a huge freak, won't it?
It's tempting to stall. To ask him if he really wants to know. Or maybe to avoid the topic entirely, say he doesn't want to talk about it.
But that's just delaying the inevitable, right? Fabian has been thinking about this so much that the only way to get rid of these thoughts at this point is just to talk about it, even if it makes him feel awful before he's even uttered a single word.
"He--" Fabian swallows hard even after just one word. He's so very, very decidedly still not looking at Krouse. "He told me that he thinks about me at night. And then that-- that, uh, he'd hurt me or fuck me if I wanted him to."
That's propositioning someone, alright. Even though it doesn't seem like Fabian is done even with just that.
"And he held me down, and he started to kiss me, and I.."
.. god, should he say it? Krouse won't get it. Sure, he liked Noelle, but it doesn't sound like it ever had anything to do with a mess like this.
Ugh, wait, okay, hold on, he can still make this--
"I mean, I-- It turned me on, you know?" See, that's the hard part to say, but that's why Fabian immediately launches into the next words. "But it's just.. That was the adrenaline, right? I mean, I'm not gay, so-- you know, I just--"
He's now looking up at Krouse, but mostly because he's lost in the half-panic of his explanation. Like he has to convince the other of something here, and Fabian isn't even sure what specific thing it is that he's trying to convince his friend of.
"I don't know, shit happens!"
cw: talk of dubcon, nsfw
But this time, he's not hoping he can pitch the bomb-baby-convoluted metaphor out the window and replace it with a substitute egg from the grocery store. He's going to be responsible with it. Real fucking responsible.
"I mean," Krouse says, swivelling towards Fabian with an internal experience of somehow doing it in slow motion, at a distance, "It'd be fine. If you were. Or just, you know. Open-minded."
That is, in a revelation that would have startled Krouse at sixteen and doesn't make him do more than blink once at nineteen, the least of what's going on here.
"Or, uh - okay. Fuck. Let me just," Krouse scrubs his face with one hand, making a low humming noise in the back of his throat like a modem trying to dial up a connection to his own brain. "Are you, like, okay, man?"
Krouse pivots properly on the couch, pulling his leg up to tuck his socked foot against his knee as he takes Fabian's posture in. Hesitantly, he reaches out to give Fabian an awkward part on the shoulder, feeling like the multiverse's biggest tool as he does it.
"I mean, though, hey - who among us has not had a weird hard-on at a really fucked up time?" He posits, and yeah, he's going to blow up this imaginary metaphor baby for sure. Fuck.
cw: talk of dubcon, nsfw
Said by a guy who clearly looks like he's not doing fine at all right now. It's not even just looking, but sounding too, considering it's reflected just as much in his voice when he says that.
He doesn't scoot away though when Krouse joins him on the couch. He even allows the awkward pat, though he doesn't really seem to reciprocate it in any way. Maybe it's since he's too busy thinking if he's ever really had a hard-on during an awkward moment before. Maybe. Probably.
Though never at a moment as awkward as when your possessed friend is trying to proposition you, clearly.
"I just-- I need to figure this out, man." Understatement of the century, but Fabian just raises his bottle to chug some more beer after he says it, like that might help him think about this any better.
At least it's helping him be open about this to Krouse at all. Fabian might have hesitated otherwise, even in front of someone who is - clearly - a bro.
"I thought you could relate."
But maybe he was wrong about that. The idea of being wrong about it does make him look a little miserable, even if he's staring right ahead of him, rather than sideways and over at the other guy.