This has been probably one of the most traumatic days of my life and this AU has really helped me push through the dissociative shock so… thanks. Sorry for minor trauma dump.
We're both really sorry to hear that and also glad that our fic has been able to help you, anon! 🥺 Here's a snippet from the upcoming fic we've been working on. Hopefully this can help you feel a bit better as well!
He's not quite sure how it happens, but he's face-down on the wooden floor with Rex sprawled on top of him. Jackass couldn't even do him the courtesy of smashing his face into the slightly less concussion-inducing rug. His hands are free and he could still thrash his legs if he wanted. He's not securely pinned, and maybe if it were someone other than a three-hundred pound EVO he could wiggle out or get leverage. But no. He groans. "You're the fucking worst." Noah can't see Rex from the angle that he's been pinned, but he can hear the smug grin in Rex's voice. "What have we learned?"
"That you're the fucking worst." "I was thinking more along the lines of… Rex is the coolest person ever, aaand you shouldn't start fights that you can't win." "You bit me." "And you elbowed me." Noah huffs as best he can with his lungs being squished like they're in a hydraulic press. "Do you want to play MarioKart or not?"
