[There's something weirdly comfortable about physically holding Kakyoin while texting him at the same time. Comfortable and stupid. Their relationship in three words.]
what are you talking about a strategy??
are you actually trying to figure out how to kick my ass
[ The thing about sitting in Jotaro’s lap while that text is that it becomes abundantly clear how many revisions his messages go through. With the exception of that one response in all caps, he’s clearly writing about three times more than actually gets sent.
For example, he’s writing for about two minutes in order to produce a two letter word of a response. ]
[ He’d sulk more, but Jotaro’s good at annoying him and then immediately taking all the heat out of his anger. Fine. He’ll tolerate it this time but the second Jotaro stops keeping him content with affection he’s doomed.
Which probably means he’s safe for a good while yet. ]
I don’t think it’s the same. But I think I understand.
I had assumed that actual fighting was a necessary part. If it isn’t, things become easier.
You don’t have to explain it. The why of it. You don’t need a reason.
I just don’t think it’s the same. When I don’t like people fussing, it’s because they think I’m weak. And I don’t think. I don’t think anyone thinks you’re weak.
But I don’t need to know why it is, if you’re not sure. There doesn’t need to be a why in the first place. I just need to know how not to fuck it up. And how not to fuck you up.
[ Another very long ‘oh’. He leans in closer to Jotaro, until he’s actually cuddling up to him instead of just sitting in his lap. There are a lot of false starts. ‘When’ and ‘why’ start to show up on his screen, only to be deleted. ]
mostly it's bad it makes me feel like i have to fight harder like it's this thing i can't let myself be
but you and adrian in your own ways you can both sort of put me into it press me down into being weak and hold me there until i stop fighting because that's just it
and then everything gets kind of small and quiet and it's nice i like that when i'm like that i'm not worried about anything
That’s the one where. The one where everything is still on you, even if you can’t do it.
Weak is. I don’t like it, but it’s different. It’s the one where if you can’t do it, nobody will ask you to. Someone else will do it. Someone stronger.
then i don't think it's either of those things the thing i like, i mean
what's the one where it's you don't have to and even if you try to, i'll stop you because it feels like you have to but you don't and i know that's how it is even if you don't so i'll take care of it and take care of you
I believe you called it ‘fuck off back to sleep’. I don’t remember much more than that. I was. Extremely well-medicated at the time. Probably because everyone wanted me to stop telling the hospital staff about time stopping.
But I’ll try. It’ll be easier to figure it out by doing.
You want me to bully you into fucking off back to sleep.
Oh. I get it now.
Don't look at your phone until I tell you to. I need to get this right, so it's going to be slow and if you only see half of it it's going to be wrong.
You don't need an excuse, you know. To stop for a while. That's what this is, isn't it? Because if you really can't do anything but fuck off back to sleep. Then fucking off back to sleep becomes the optimal strategy.
You're so caught up in doing the right thing for everyone that you can't stop doing the right thing unless someone fucks with the situation in such a way that that the stopping, in itself, is the right thing. It's kind of funny, really. I love you. Fuck I love you so much. And I don't think you're fucked up. Very fucked up, anyway. I think you're a good person. And maybe all good people have to be a little bit fucked up or they wouldn't know what a bad person is and how not to be one. But it is kind of funny.
I want to do it. I want to mess with you until fucking off back to sleep is the only thing left that you can do. And when you fuck off back to sleep I want to make it worth it. So you know it was the right thing. I want to make you feel good. And I want to make you safe. And when you're ready to wake up I want to kiss you awake again and make that worth it, too.
But I don't want that to be the only reason that you can fuck off back to sleep. I want you to promise me that you'll try to do it just. Because it's what you need to do. If it doesn't work out it's okay but I want you to keep trying.
[ He waits about ten seconds after he's done typing, then breathes out after what felt like holding his breath the whole time he was writing. ]
[He looks away when he's supposed to, because of course he does. He looks away and he buries his face in Kakyoin's stupid frog hood, and he breathes and he breathes and he listens to the sound of messages whispering in one by one while Kakyoin goes through them and gets them right, line by line.
And finally when he sighs, and he says to look, Jotaro stays quiet and nods a little and lifts his head to see the results of Kakyoin's thoughtful, careful musing.
His eyes track over the words, one by one, and the longer he goes on, the more an inexplicable lump starts to form in his throat.
You don't need an excuse, you know. To stop for a while. I love you. I want to make you feel good. And I want to make you safe. Keep trying. Keep trying. Keep trying.
The next breath he draws in, it shakes. His eyes sting with heat. And he winds up texting back, if for no other reason than that he just doesn't trust his voice right now.]
i can't do it by myself not yet
i need
[The first word he writes is you, which is pretty and romantic, and not the right one. Not this time.
He knows what the right one is.
He plucks it out, letter by letter, only halfway looking at the keys.]
I know. Not yet. You don't have to be able to do it.
I just want you to try. While we're here. So if we're ever not, maybe that'll be. After 'not yet'.
It can be a trade. You try to fuck off back to sleep. If it works I'll be there to handle everything. And if it doesn't work then I'll make you fuck off back to sleep. And then I'll be there to handle everything.
[It's his turn, then, to take a while typing. And to forget to tell Kakyoin he's doing it, but — maybe that's okay. Maybe he'll just know. He usually does.]
i love you so much
it happened once the fuck off back to sleep and something happened it was just like everything got so quiet i closed my eyes and it was just quiet
before it happened i kept acting up it was fun to push back to get in trouble to make trouble
but then one time i just...didn't i just didn't fight back i just didn't fight i just did what i was told
it felt wrong at first it felt bad kind of not bad enough to stop but just it didn't feel right it didn't feel right but then i did what i was told and
he petted me he said i did good and it didn't feel wrong anymore it felt like i did something right like i was safe and it didn't hurt and it was so quiet
i want to feel like that again not all the time but i i want i want to know i get to feel like that i get to fuck off back to sleep too sometimes
i love you
if you think i can do it by myself someday then i must be able to so i'll try
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[There's something weirdly comfortable about physically holding Kakyoin while texting him at the same time. Comfortable and stupid. Their relationship in three words.]
what are you talking about
a strategy??
are you actually trying to figure out how to kick my ass
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I’m trying to figure out how to kick your ass at close range without surprise.
Have you any idea how limiting that is.
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you just have to be nefarious
just act like a movie supervillain
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it's not real fighting
it's sexy fighting
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[ The thing about sitting in Jotaro’s lap while that text is that it becomes abundantly clear how many revisions his messages go through. With the exception of that one response in all caps, he’s clearly writing about three times more than actually gets sent.
For example, he’s writing for about two minutes in order to produce a two letter word of a response. ]
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i can't believe you just typed that long just to say "oh"
you're so cute
[He nuzzles against the frog hoodie, like an asshole.]
i don't actually want you to hurt me
i just
it's like how you hate being treated too gently
when it's rough for me it feels more
...
familiar
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[ He’d sulk more, but Jotaro’s good at annoying him and then immediately taking all the heat out of his anger. Fine. He’ll tolerate it this time but the second Jotaro stops keeping him content with affection he’s doomed.
Which probably means he’s safe for a good while yet. ]
I don’t think it’s the same. But I think I understand.
I had assumed that actual fighting was a necessary part. If it isn’t, things become easier.
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i never say it right
i wish i could but i can't figure out the right words
i guess it's not really so much about the fighting
it's about the losing
i guess it's like
one kind of desperate turns into the other kind of desperate
or something
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You don’t have to explain it. The why of it. You don’t need a reason.
I just don’t think it’s the same. When I don’t like people fussing, it’s because they think I’m weak. And I don’t think.
I don’t think anyone thinks you’re weak.
But I don’t need to know why it is, if you’re not sure. There doesn’t need to be a why in the first place. I just need to know how not to fuck it up.
And how not to fuck you up.
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i think i'm weak
sometimes
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[ Another very long ‘oh’. He leans in closer to Jotaro, until he’s actually cuddling up to him instead of just sitting in his lap. There are a lot of false starts. ‘When’ and ‘why’ start to show up on his screen, only to be deleted. ]
Is that a good thing or a bad thing?
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you're warm
[chuuuuuuu.]
mostly it's bad
it makes me feel like i have to fight harder
like it's this thing i can't let myself be
but you and adrian
in your own ways you can both sort of
put me into it
press me down into being weak
and hold me there
until i stop fighting because that's just it
and then everything gets kind of small and quiet
and it's nice
i like that
when i'm like that i'm not worried about anything
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There’s a difference, I think.
They’re different kinds of weak.
One makes things not your problem, and the other means things are your problem but you can’t do anything about them.
Weak and not strong enough.
It doesn’t sound like they’re different, but they are.
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weak or not strong enough
you can tell the difference so tell me
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That’s the one where.
The one where everything is still on you, even if you can’t do it.
Weak is.
I don’t like it, but it’s different.
It’s the one where if you can’t do it, nobody will ask you to. Someone else will do it. Someone stronger.
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the thing i like, i mean
what's the one where it's
you don't have to
and even if you try to, i'll stop you
because it feels like you have to but you don't
and i know that's how it is even if you don't
so i'll take care of it
and take care of you
what's that one
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I believe you called it ‘fuck off back to sleep’. I don’t remember much more than that. I was.
Extremely well-medicated at the time.
Probably because everyone wanted me to stop telling the hospital staff about time stopping.
But I’ll try.
It’ll be easier to figure it out by doing.
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well
that's the one i like
fuck off back to sleep
i want you to make me fuck off back to sleep
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So. Being awful to you, but not in a real way. In a movie way.
I need to know what I can't do. I know you don't like it if you can't move at all. So not that. But. If there's anything else I shouldn't do.
It's fine if you don't know. I wouldn't know.
I just want to do it right.
Make you fuck off back to sleep.
Instead of any of the other things.
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um
hmm
ok i think maybe it's like
there are two parts
the part where i fight and the part where i don't
the fight is when i'm trying not to go the fuck to sleep
but then after it is the part where i go to sleep and i'm yours
like
i know you hate the dog thing but it makes sense as a dog thing
instead of fighting think of it as like
acting out
misbehaving
i want to misbehave at first
and then you make me behave
and then you tell me i'm good
the supervillain thing is just a different way to play the game
if you want to be mean about it or not
but the game is the same either way
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Oh.
I get it now.
Don't look at your phone until I tell you to. I need to get this right, so it's going to be slow and if you only see half of it it's going to be wrong.
You don't need an excuse, you know.
To stop for a while.
That's what this is, isn't it?
Because if you really can't do anything but fuck off back to sleep. Then fucking off back to sleep becomes the optimal strategy.
You're so caught up in doing the right thing for everyone that you can't stop doing the right thing unless someone fucks with the situation in such a way that that the stopping, in itself, is the right thing.
It's kind of funny, really.
I love you. Fuck I love you so much. And I don't think you're fucked up.
Very fucked up, anyway.
I think you're a good person.
And maybe all good people have to be a little bit fucked up or they wouldn't know what a bad person is and how not to be one.
But it is kind of funny.
I want to do it.
I want to mess with you until fucking off back to sleep is the only thing left that you can do.
And when you fuck off back to sleep I want to make it worth it. So you know it was the right thing.
I want to make you feel good. And I want to make you safe. And when you're ready to wake up I want to kiss you awake again and make that worth it, too.
But I don't want that to be the only reason that you can fuck off back to sleep.
I want you to promise me that you'll try to do it just. Because it's what you need to do.
If it doesn't work out it's okay but I want you to keep trying.
[ He waits about ten seconds after he's done typing, then breathes out after what felt like holding his breath the whole time he was writing. ]
Look at it.
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And finally when he sighs, and he says to look, Jotaro stays quiet and nods a little and lifts his head to see the results of Kakyoin's thoughtful, careful musing.
His eyes track over the words, one by one, and the longer he goes on, the more an inexplicable lump starts to form in his throat.
You don't need an excuse, you know. To stop for a while.
I love you.
I want to make you feel good. And I want to make you safe.
Keep trying.
Keep trying.
Keep trying.
The next breath he draws in, it shakes. His eyes sting with heat. And he winds up texting back, if for no other reason than that he just doesn't trust his voice right now.]
i can't do it by myself
not yet
i need
[The first word he writes is you, which is pretty and romantic, and not the right one. Not this time.
He knows what the right one is.
He plucks it out, letter by letter, only halfway looking at the keys.]
help
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You don't have to be able to do it.
I just want you to try.
While we're here. So if we're ever not, maybe that'll be. After 'not yet'.
It can be a trade.
You try to fuck off back to sleep.
If it works I'll be there to handle everything.
And if it doesn't work then I'll make you fuck off back to sleep.
And then I'll be there to handle everything.
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[It's his turn, then, to take a while typing. And to forget to tell Kakyoin he's doing it, but — maybe that's okay. Maybe he'll just know. He usually does.]
i love you
so much
it happened once
the fuck off back to sleep
and something happened it was just like
everything got so quiet
i closed my eyes and it was just quiet
before it happened i kept acting up
it was fun to push back
to get in trouble
to make trouble
but then one time i just...didn't
i just didn't fight back
i just didn't fight
i just did what i was told
it felt wrong at first
it felt bad kind of
not bad enough to stop but just
it didn't feel right it didn't feel
right
but then i did what i was told and
he petted me
he said i did good
and it didn't feel wrong anymore
it felt like i did something right
like i was safe
and it didn't hurt
and it was so quiet
i want to feel like that again
not all the time
but i
i want
i want to know i get to feel like that
i get to fuck off back to sleep too
sometimes
i love you
if you think i can do it by myself someday
then i must be able to
so i'll try
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