Lazy Town X Reader

what?

[Previously]

"[y/n] I don't want to lie to you and I hope this doesn't affect our  friendship...Stephanie kissed me...and I kissed back...a little..."

"...whut...??"

[Now]

(Y/n) stared. That was all that (he/she/they) could do at the moment, was just to stare at the man who (he/she/they) considered their best friend. Though who was (he/she/them) to decide who he could date,  and who he couldn't date? (y/n) couldn't lie it had...hurt, hell even struck a chord. Was this jealousy? Why would (he/she/they) be feeling that? They were just best friends...right? Deciding to just not sit there, like a total animal with their mouth gaping open from the amount of surprise that had just happened. (He/she/they) had quickly sat up and pursed their lips, keeping the comments to (his/her/their) self. After all, Robbie had put enough faith and trust into (him/her/them)  to tell them about this? As a good friend (y/n) was not going not going to let their friendship crumble up like a cookie in milk.

"oh...that's...good?"   (he/she/they)  squeak as (he/she/they) offered a lopsided smile; oh gosh was thing going to be awkward. The awkward silence seemed to stretch its long claws around the room, as it enclosed around them like birds to a cage; locked in.  Thoughts and emotions crossed through (his/her/their) head all at once, Such as how could (his/her/their) cousin do such a thing? wasn't (he/she/them) with sportacus? is that why he was so enraptured to kissing (him/her/them) ? Everything was turning into one giant soap opera and it was leaving the (h/c) teen in a state of confusion.

Though while the teen was left there confused the young adult seemed to relax a bit, a weight coming off of his shoulders. Honestly Robbie wasn't sure why he seemed so upset and scared to tell (y/n)...(he/she/their) a very understanding and kind person. Even though a small part in his heart wanted a outbreak and a rage as they confessed their love to him. So other than his guilty heart that made him feel like he betrayed himself as he had a crush on this person, he was...alright. He confessed to the sins that his morals found guilty to the person that he liked and all didn't seem negative between the two of them. In this current moment the male had realized that was probably always going to happen; the two of them would always make it out okay...he should have known better, "oh...really? alright...so um...want to watch a movie? I think we have enough cake." he joked softly as the tension seemed to ease, though a hard though still lingered in (y/n)'s mind, though that would be settled later and (he/she/they) could deal with it later. "O-oh? Why of course! After all...I did irritate the dude to write on it..."

[Blues clues]

He just didn't get it, here sportscaus lied lying flat on his back as he was doing some weight lifting with a 50. It seemed like exercise was the only way that  he seemed to work out his stress, and currently he had alot of stress to work off, He was on a messed up situation with Stephanie with only himself  to blame, and his heart was yearning for (y/n) even though he may- no he did he really honestly did come on too strong to the teen that moved to lazytown...who wad even the cousin of stephanie!  Of he was a mess. He should really look to finding a life coach instead of being everyone's personal coach-

BAM!

The noise had caught him off guard, as he placed his weights quickly on the rack, as he wiped the sweat off of his palms, on his shirt as he stood and stretched up,  shaking himself off. Glancing at the clock he had noticed how late it was, making him frown slightly as he caught the letter shute tube. Popping of the cap and revealing the letter, it was delicate cursive handwriting asking if (y/n) was there with him and if so to be safe....on the bottom corner it was signed by miss busybody.  This made fear strike up in him as he bit his bottom lip and glanced at the latch door that (he/she/they) had noped out of earlier, taking a second he grabbed a pen from his desk and then scribbled a quick message to return to the bluette woman.

(Y/n) is not here, check with robbie.

Sighing softly he shoved the response and then popped the cap back on, then slid it into the mail launcher and then with the crank, he pulled it back so thst it got sent.  With a aching weak heart and a hitched breath, he slumped into the control panel of his blimp and rested his head back, as he sighed, slumping his shoulders slightly.  At days like this he hated being along the most...he missed stephanie and human contact the most , just to block these negative emotions.

[Barbie]

"Oh my god Trixie I just don't know what to do!" The brunette named Trixie was listening to her friend stephanie vent out about her complications as she chewed on a stick of bubble pop and popping some bubbles as the pink haired girl was shrilling. "Just calm down pinky  let's thing for a second." She tried shush in the girl as she continued to chew and pop the gum. "...well now that we have done this, I have to ask; what is it that you want from between your two hunks?" Trixie asked with a flip of her hand as she moved it while she spoke, catching stephanie as she seemed to freeze, and reconsider what she wants. "..well I like the both of them, but it is clear i can't have both..especially  since (y/n) entered the picture..." stephanie groaned as she slumped against her mattress as she was in her pj's and so was trixie, the two of them were having a sleep over at her and mr. Meanswells house. Silence seemed to fill the room as a devious smile seemed to stretch on trixie hand as she offered this advice to the pinkette.

"What about we just get (him/her/them) out of it then? There's a reason photoshop is a thing...if you know what I mean~"

To be continued.