Whumpuary 2024, Day 7 - "I didn't know where else to go" + "Bruises" + "Drugged"
Tags: Post-Canon, Dissolution of UNCLE AU, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Hurt Napoleon Solo, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Bittersweet Ending, Reunions, Goodbyes, Napoleon Solo Is Bad At Feelings, Mentions of Gaby Teller, Everyone Needs A Hug
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He isn’t sure if he is relieved or not. The lights inside the house are turned on, which means that he won’t have to fumble to break into the KGB safehouse and subsequently risk setting off god knows what booby traps, but that also means that Illya is inside, and—and Napoleon really doesn’t want to see him.
He has been doing such a good job at avoiding him, since he caught sight of him two days ago and he realized that the KGB apparently also has business in town at the moment – Sanders claims it has nothing to do with them and to not worry about it, and Napoleon tried to believe him solely in the hopes of manifesting it as the truth.
Needless to say, he has been tense the whole time, distracted by the thought that Illya might show up behind him any second, and perhaps that’s partially to blame for the royal fuck-up that was tonight.
Perhaps he should have headed back to the CIA, but—he recognizes the area, remembers that there’s a KGB safehouse there because Illya dragged him inside once, during a mission under Waverly’s command where he got injured and they needed shelter, and somehow the thought of heading there seems less risky than letting Sanders get his hands on him while he is in this state.
To be fair, when he headed in this direction he was considerably less lightheaded, and he figured that if he found the lights turned on he could always turn back and find a phone to call for help with. Now, though, he doesn’t think he could stop walking, much less turn back, without falling on his face and never getting up again.
He only has to hope that it’s actually Illya inside and not someone else, which is absurd considering how hard he has been trying to avoid him.
He gets to the door with heavy steps that probably announced his arrival from a mile away, and he finds that it’s hard to even raise his arm up to knock, with how tired and dizzy he feels.
When Illya opens the door, the feeling that floods him is unmistakably relief. He feels a little ridiculous for it.
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my cousin asked me to record a text in English for her but she shent me the most convoluted and clearly copied wall of text that she definitely doesn't understand. and now I am forcing myself to just read it and send it to her without rewriting it completely :/
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ok! learned an effective phrase for intervening at the inflection point of a frequent miscommunication type w/ parents. will need to insure my belongings for this apartment, which i've never had to do before, since i don't have a lease & am not a legitimate tenant & live in an illegal basement not zoned as housing. i also don't have a credit history, which i've been informed could prove problematic, & my bank will not issue me a credit card because i don't meet their financial criteria. so i asked my mother how to apply for insurance, especially given the credit thing, because i had no idea where to start. & she got that stressed sort of vocal-fry edge in her voice & said "raya, i'm sorry, i can't do this for you, you need to be an adult," & the intervention was: "i am not asking you to do anything FOR me, nor would i expect you to; rather, i am simply asking for INSTRUCTIONS, or even, perhaps, a general description of the process, since you presumably have prior experience with it, & i have no clue where to start. i am asking for guidance, not proxy." it worked!
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My supervisor at work during my annual review: "You're the best on the team! There's virtually nothing you could do to improve your annual review score! I don't have any suggestions other than to keep doing what you're doing!"
The company I work for: "Enjoy your $0.84/hour raise!"
Me:
(Guess I really need to work on those job apps, because this bullshit happens every year at my annual review, and it's a fucking joke. The company touts its profits online and then treats its best employees like this. Yes, I'm a peon, but if I'm getting top annual review scores that my supervisor "has never seen on any team" she's been in charge of and whatnot, you'd think I'd get a raise that actually matters and means something. Oy.)
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