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JEALOUSY

Everyone feels jealous at one point or another, whether it's justified or not. What's important is how we deal with it... do we discuss it, fight about it, or plan epic revenge to carry out?

- Post with your character's name/series in the subject as well as any preferences.

- Others go to RNG and roll from 1-10, then respond!

- Play it out!

1 → wandering eye.

You think your lover has been looking at other's a little too often or flirting too much in your company. You can't keep quiet any longer about it.

2 → simple life

Your friend, family, or lover has always had it so much easier and you can't help but feel a little put off.

3 → don't you forget about me

Your friend or lover has found someone new they want to spend almost all their time with and you can't help but feel a little cheated.

4 → cheated

Forget just a sneaking suspicion. You've caught your lover in the act of cheating and it's driving you nuts. You have to confront them about it.

5 → for the glory

You did all the work, or at least you feel like you did, so why do they always get all the praise?

6 → moved on

You broke up or had a falling out with someone close to you and it's killing you to see how they've seemed to let go and you're stuck standing in place.

7 → because i want you

You're jealous of any attention they get because you're secretly in love with them. Time to make it known!

8 → always the favorite

Everyone always praises them or they were clearly the favorite child or just more popular with friends. You can't help but hate it.

9 → more experience

they're more experienced, either in the bedroom or in the office. Any activity, they outshine you. Who wouldn't feel a little inferior?

10 → your choice!

Didn't see something listed? Use your own idea!

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[Any jealousy on his part would be fake and smooth, but willing to play either party here.]

[Would love to purposely make someone jealous.]

[Number 2 is the most likely possibility. Millia could get fed up with someone complaining about small stuff when the person in question grew up with love/a family/a chance at being happy, where she didn't.]

[either role's fine]

The first time someone had caught Rich under the mistletoe, Robbie thought it was cute, actually. Everybody said "ooooooh" and whistled, and it really made him feel like they were back in the Crashpad again. For once, he hadn't minded that feeling.

The second time, Robbie felt awkward about it. There should be a rule that someone can't be caught under the mistletoe twice in one night.

By the time Nita kissed Rich, Robbie was done, so bothered by it all and so angry at himself for being bothered when he had no right. He mumbled some incomprehensible excuse to Vance and slipped into the kitchen. Five seconds later, the back door slammed hard, and Robbie was already running from the house, before anyone could try and talk to him. He knew better than to try and be alone inside.

Clearing his head had taken longer than anticipated. He hadn't expected anyone to find him - the only person who knew that this was a favored spot was Rich, and Rich had been. Busy. Robbie had thought everyone would leave him be for awhile, sensing a bad mood.

But Rich had turned up with that stupid mistletoe, holding it over Robbie's head and. And nothing, really, because Robbie's hands had come up when Rich leaned in, half blocking the kiss, half… pushing Rich away. He didn't know why, and it didn't matter: Rich had left. Robbie didn't even remember much of it, just this blur of raw pain, and he wished he'd never come off so many of his medications. He didn't want to feel like this; he wanted to be numb.

So he stayed outside until he was numb, and then longer because Rob still couldn't understand why his gut reaction was so negative, knew he wouldn't be able to explain, and wanted as many people to be asleep as possible when he got back.

It's late, now, way past midnight. There's a few lights on, so Robbie opts for climbing onto the roof of the porch and in his window - the security system is always disabled when everyone's here. Too many accidental triggerings. But his frozen hands can barely manage it, and Robbie's distracted when he gets inside, flexing them and rubbing them together to try and warm them, cursing when he realizes that there are splinters. Good thing he went out in a hoodie with no gloves. The only pain he can feel is the burning cold.

The kisses with friends had been fun. They didn't mean anything, and weren't meant to mean anything. Not even the one with Nita, especially with her whispered comment right before it involving kneeing him in the nuts if he got any funny ideas.

The fun stopped with the sound of the slamming door, and there were at least two guilty faces that met his wide eyes. He didn't take too long before he followed, a blanket in one hand and mistletoe in the other, because, fun as it had been? There was one person there that he wanted to kiss, and if Robbie was running away from the mistletoe, the mistletoe was going to come to him.

Except.

Rich wanting to kiss him apparently didn't mean Robbie wanting to be kissed, and anything resembling fun, relaxing, or festive curdled inside of him. Had he been so mistaken? Had the want to stay with him, the bed sharing, the hours on the swing, all been just...

Not want, but just, good to have you around, don't get too close, though...? Not that Rich could exactly blame him, but he'd hoped...

He froze, and backpedaled, and apologized and went down to the beach, to kick sand and stones into the ocean and swear at himself in his mind. Mostly.

Even much later, his mind is still reeling. He's sitting up in the bed, knees pulled close to his chest and eyes staring into the gloom. Everyone's gone to bed, hopefully to sleep, but Rich doubts he'll get any of that.

... and then Robbie comes in through the window, pale, shivering, cheeks flushed and eyes glassy, and, fuck.

"Blue blazes!" Rich's out of the bed, taking the comforter with him, and wraps it and his arms around the blond without really giving thought to much of anything. "Rob, are you trying to kill yourself?"

The pseudo-swear makes Robbie jump. He hadn't expected Rich to be in the room. Not that Rich should be anywhere else, this is where he sleeps, too, but... Robbie simply hadn't thought about it. He had been too preoccupied with avoiding all of their nosy, well-meaning friends to realize that the person that he was the least equipped to talk to was going to be in the same room.

He's already tense from the cold, his muscles have long since tightened up in effort to keep warm, and so the reaction to being embraced is more of an emotional tension. Dammit, Robbie had suffered to get rid of some of these feelings, to push them down until they could be ignored. Why does Rich have to touch him and mess them all up again?

(Oh, but Rich is warm. The comforter, too, has some of his heat, and Robbie wants to press in closer. Get his freezing hands on warm flesh, and get some relief.)

The question stings, too, and Robbie glances over at the window, as if leaving the way he came is an option. He had told himself the whole way home that he was numb, that he was fine and didn't care about any of it. Ten seconds in the house, and he's got fear and vulnerability and that pissy sort of anger from earlier is back. He doesn't have the coping skills for this.

"I'm not trying to kill myself," Robbie is defensive and much more angry than he meant to sound. It's the safest of the available feelings, or so he thinks. "If that's what I wanted, I'd be dead on the rocks, and none of you would have found me til morning."

He... might have thought about it, for a few dark moments. How he didn't think he could get through watching Rich get back together with Nita and be a good friend to both. But thinking wasn't the same as doing, and Rob had dismissed the idea anyway. He's ashamed that even Rich, who has only been back for a couple of months, seems to know about.

Robbie shuts his eyes and takes a breath, trying to hang on to what's left of the flat, blank emotionless state that he had going. "Please don't tell Vance. The splinters were an accident."

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[Either role works.]

The addition of Sarah, Felix and Kira to the base had taken some getting used to for everyone. Kira was a ray of sunshine (something Trip had often been accused of being) which even May couldn't help her version of a smile at seeing him with the little girl. Felix...had already managed to get shot once by the Nite Nite pistol after a poor decision to sneak up on Fitz. There were smiles around the flamboyant man for reasons completely different of that for his niece but there was still a good bit of amusement. It seemed the two had settled comfortably in making the most out of their current situation.

SHIELD had allowed them free range of most the base once interviews were conducted. Sarah had her demands met in which the trio weren't separated through out every step of the questioning and examining. Nothing physically invasive was done even before her reunion with Kira and Felix. Simmons had scanned for any kind of tracking or transmitting device, clearing the two within their first hour. Kira had seemed to take a liking to the lab tech and continued visiting Jemma even after Sarah had joined them.

The little girl divided her time equally with Skye for a similar type of companionship. Coulson hadn't expressed anything negative when Kira had ended up in his office a time or two. Neither had May voiced any indifference when the eight year old wandered to her quarters or where she was working out at. Mack had even put together a push scooter for Kira to get around the base on. Old SHIELD would have had protocols in place against such things but it seemed new SHIELD was receptive to having around a reminder of what they were all sworn to protect.

Sarah was the only one who hadn't made a good impression. Her reserved nature was understood at first. She was accepted as a protective mother and sister. However, there were mutterings about how it was going on three weeks and the woman was only getting more abrasive. Not so much to Coulson, May, Fitz or Mack. In fact, Jemma hadn't specifically said anything herself. It was Skye who noticed the curt treatment of her team member and friend.

Trip was getting the brunt of it from Sarah who had started to give the impression to some that she couldn't stand him. He wasn't sure what to think. On the base, he avoided alone time together in an effort to be professional. When they did find themselves without the company of others, it had been for training of some sort. Today he was responsible to supervise her firearms qualification. He didn't expect it to take much time given what she demonstrated on live missions.

His interest in her hadn't changed any. He did his best to remind her daily of it in a text message, card or note. However, physical contact was limited to a kiss on the cheek or her temple. Trip had nothing to hide from anyone. He simply didn't want to possibly disrespect Coulson in any way and chance the decision that the three could no longer stay. Yet if Sarah didn't cease making half his team uncomfortable, his efforts would be all for nothing.

He thought the firearms training would give Sarah a good outlet. SHIELD could establish some trust in the exercise along with giving her a release of stress. Trip didn't blame her in the least if she was starting to get cabin fever. What he knew of her, she had made it this far in life by always being on the run. It wasn't much of a life for her daughter though it did keep her alive and Felix for that matter.

"Ready?" he asked they were left alone with the necessary equipment (ear and eye protection) in addition to the ammunition and fire power. She would have the Glock as well as a rifle and semi automatic weapon to qualify with.

All things considered Sarah, Felix, and Kira were doing well for themselves. Granted, they were on the run from HYDRA, something Kira would ask right before she went to bed; asking her mom for insight on what was going on and all Sarah could do was tell her daughter to go to bed. There was no easy way to tell a child what her mother was, or what they were running from. Kira knew what was happening, yes, but not to the extent as the adults. It was for the better her daughter be kept in the dark and think the other clones were Sarah's sisters.

Other than that, it felt too rigid, too strict at the base. She was sure people were whispering in the halls of what she was, of her origins and labeling her as a complete freak, but Sarah didn't pay it too much mind. Yet, her coping mechanism has been to put walls up and ready to lash out at any one who tried to get too close to her. People who she didn't want near her and weren't on her list of people she could withstand. Felix was on that list and now, so was Trip.

Still, she tried to be on her best behavior; sticking to herself, not bothering to speak to anyone unless she had to and muttering things to herself. She wasn't all out being rude to Coulson and his team. Rather, she was just very prickly. No to mention Trip's attention, rather lack thereof, weren't helping matters.

Yes, she understood he had to be professional, but considering what they were doing at the safe house and now forcing her to go cold turkey was just wrong. Wrong on so many levels and it made her irate and furious to see that it had no effect on him. It was more annoying than anything else. Granted, she could be PMSing, but no, she was sure it was bloody annoying.

What better to release some of her frustrations than taking her firearms training. Her eyes looked down to the Glock and the other two weapons. She reached for the Glock, happy to be with something familiar in her grasp. Glasses and headphones on, she kept her eyes on the target and squeezed the trigger. There was a bit of kickback from the bullet shooting out of the barrel and straight into the wall, but that was to be expected. Following soon after that was another shot and another until she emptied out her clip.

Sarah managed to hit most of the vital areas on the paper, not that she cared. She was still annoyed, though not as much as before. She placed her gun down to take off her headphones and focus on reloading the clip, not bothering to say a word to Trip. He wanted to give her little affection or words, then she could do the same and double the ante. She could do nothing for him or to him.

Childish? Yes, but it was what she wanted to do.

It was strange getting the silent treatment from Sarah. Even stranger to see her work the Glock with ease. She had qualified better than some field agents he'd seen. "That was great. Try to relax. Exhale after a cleansing breath and fire on the release. Your cluster will be even tighter." Little did he realize that marksmanship was the last thing on her mind. Her silence didn't thwart his actions around her. He sidled up close behind her, resting his hands on her hips in wait for her second attempt.

Trip was utterly clueless that his keeping things professional was what had her so uptight. He made apologies and excuses for her, most understanding the stress she faced while on the run from Hydra. Or maybe they forgave her because of the good company her daughter and brother provided. He had caught looks from Sarah a time or two when in the company of others. A glare here and there as he played with Kira or bantered with Felix.

The looks prompted him to give her more space. He didn't feel right avoiding her daughter or brother. Everyone rallied to make the three feel comfortable. Two of the three seemed to adjust. Granted, Felix was distracted by Fitz while Kira seemed to enjoy the company of everyone on his team. Sarah was a shut in if not for her family. Keeping a distance from her was probably not the best of ideas with how she had nailed the target on her first try.

Being so close now, his senses were heightened by her scent. Memories flooded him of their time together that prompted Trip to bite his lower lip. He cleared his throat but didn't move. The rounds being fired should do the trick. Or they would push her closer into him with the recoil. He started to second guess the idea like he had working out with her. Sarah sweaty resulted in him into taking a number of cold showers. Spending the next two hours alone...hopefully she was cross enough with him to get them through the training.