#and then I remember why I need to be awake in the day and I have another panic attack

[amastarxoxo]

ㅤ        ㅤ            ⠀ꕀ⠀𝆹⠀⠀ׄ⠀⠀ִ⠀ worthless talking ⠀ּ ּ    ✧

Arguments with various characters

S1! jinx , S2! vi , S2! caitlyn , and ekko x fem! reader

arguing , mention of having a crush ( vi ) , hurt/no comfort , cursing , mentions of marriage ( caitlyn ) , drinking ( vi ) , mention of reader working in the brothel ( not prostitute ( vi ) ) , suspected cheating ( caitlyn ) , injured reader ( ekko )

not proofread or requested

JINX

arguments with her are usually light and can easily be dismissed or solved quickly but this is very different. silco has been pressuring her as of late about her weapon for the hex gemstone; which has been stressing her out and getting more irritated by everything little thing. “jinx baby?” you spoke softly, trying to not make her anymore irritated. “yes toots?” she frantically looking back and forth at her parts and blueprints for her fishbones, “are you doing okay? do you eat?”

she shrugged her shoulders, continuing to screw the screws in. you silently gulped and walked closer to her. “listen baby…can you take a break or something? i don’t remember the last time you slept or even eat and—” “shut up.” you immediately looked her way like you misheard her. “i-im sorry what..?” she kissed her teeth, “ i said shut up! all you ever do is nag and nag around me! do ever shut up? i’m trying to work so i can hurry up and finish this project, but no you just can’t seem to leave me alone while you’re—” she stops mid sentence, looking to see where you were last standing, “y/n?” she asked to absolutely nothing. she rolled her eyes, not bothering to think about you anymore, too focused on the hexgem project.

walking through the streets of Zaun, tears blurring your vision as you do your best to wipe them away but if anything you made your mind clear as day in Piltover; she doesn’t need you there anymore. continuing to walk through the lanes until you reached your home.

VI

pitfights. you hate no—loath them. so imagine your reaction to hearing that your crush becamea pitfighter after that massive fall out with the stupid top side girl. you watched as a friend of hers drag her up the stairs then she starts pushing him off and telling him to fuck off. you watch as the friend just walked away; already tired of her bullshit.

you breathe, mentally preparing yourself and your lecture of what you want to say as you head up the stairs slowly until you reached the door. out of curiosity, you reached for the doorknob, and its unlocked. ‘of course this idiot wouldn’t lock the door.’ you thought, twisting it and slowly pushing the door, seeing vi collapsed on the bed but still awake. you clear your throat loudly, catching her attention as you stand close to the now closed door. “vi.” your voice cautious but fed up. watching her destroy herself over a top side is so pathetic, even jinx powder would laugh in her face. vi groaned tiredly, “can’t seem to catch a fucking break anymore.”

“fuck a break! what do you think you’re doing?!” you wave your hand around, as you often talk with your hands. “what the hell are you talking about…!?” vi retorted back. “look around you vi, and your hair! your outfit! you’re a damn pitfighter.” you pointed at everything you mentioned, “why?! is it because of that fall out you had with that stupid top side girl..?!” vi abruptly gets up and stands in front of you. the smell of strong beer and whiskey clog your nose, in her breath, her clothes, everywhere, “don’t you dare bring her up.” you scoffed, “why not? she treats you like shit but now you’re a floor licking puppy for her..?” you stare at her, raised eyebrow, “at least she was better than you in many ways than one.” “excuse me?” “get the fuck out y/n. go back to being a fucking prostitute or something.” “i’m not a prosti—” she punched the wall next to your head, you flinch, hard. “out.” her voice threatening. your hands and feet quickly move as you open the door and fumble out of the apartment was vi was was.

CAITLYN

a lot has happened in a short amount of time, well, caitlyn proposed to you, then jinx blew up the council and killed her mother, then your fiancée became a damn Dictator and has been worked and training nonstop with Ambessa, and you’re starting to worry. she has been looking burned out a lot more and tired to even notice you sitting next to her on her desk as she stresses over paperwork.

“dear?” you twirled your finger around her loose hair. she jumps a bit, snapping out her thoughts and looking up to see her fiancée, you, “sorry darling, do you need something?” she fidgets with her pen and fingers, you smile at her weakly, “your dinner is cold.” you point to the cold dinner plate, nothing eaten on the side table next to her. caitlyn sighs heavily. “right, i apologize my dear, ill…make sure to eat.” “this is the fourth time dear. you can’t be a commander with zero energy.” you cross your arms over your chest, “i know know i’m just” “i’m starting to think ambessa was a bad idea again. i worried about all this pressure and process. like especially after your mother died, this isn’t good..” caitlyn’s fist banged against the desk, stopping you mid sentence.

“i don’t need your pity or concerns right now.” you stare at her, confused. “what are you talking about right now dear?” “i’m saying you talk too damn much.” she stood up, the chair scratches against the floor and walks away from the desk, “where are you going?” you asked while sliding off the desk, “out. i need some fresh air.” you tilt your head to the side and keep your arms crossed, “fresh air? or maddie?” the blued hair commander stopped dead in her tracks, “what…what did you just say?” you scoffed, as you walked past her, bumping her shoulder. you open the door, revealing maddie with paper works in her hands, “i’ll take my leave.”

EKKO

patrolling the area around the safe area, but your mind consumed with the thoughts of your boyfriend, he’s starting to overworking again. and that’s pissing you off. months of you guys dating and he still doesn’t get the memo. you sat on top of the tunnel entrance towards the hideout. staring up at the stars, wishing ekko was here with you.

suddenly, you feel a long cold metal jabbed into your side. you immediately clutch it to stop it from entering further until the culprit kicked you in the back, causing you to roll off the top and your body thudding against the cold concrete then you saw black. you wake up, the knife removed and you’re wrapped in bandages around your stomach and your arm is in a cast. your eyes adjust to the light shining down upon you, you wince as a headache rises and you hear muffled sounds of someone screaming your name. once your mind finally adjusts to everything, you hear ekko,

“hey hey hey! firebug! what happened?” his hands placing everywhere patting you down. you wince again, “ekko…that hurts..” you fully open your eyes. “what happened? why did someone find you outside of the base, bleeding out?” he raised his voice, not scary but scared. “i…i was patrolling around the entrance and—” “patrolling? didn’t i say you’re not allowed to patrol unless i’m there?” his voice switch to low. “i can take care of myself ekko.” he gritted his teeth, “well clearly you can not! look at you now! you don’t ever listen huh?” he started pacing back and forth, “it’s like you’re deaf or something, i said no! and you do the entire fucking opposite!” he grabs his mask and hoverboard, stops to say something but rejected that idea and just left.

ekko was so hard to do ngl cause what has he done for to cause an argument🧍‍♀️and you notice how short-ish jinx is? yea cause i can never actually be mad at jinx.

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[inkbotkowalski]

[images are screenshots of a Reddit post in No Stupid Questions and one comment:

How long do pajama pants usually last before fart holes tear them apart?

FINAL EDIT (as in, the thread has concluded, no more need to comment):

A couple of comments on this post have suggested that my issues are caused by the dryer settings I use. Indeed, those comments reminded me that my 100% cotton undershirts also gradually weaken over time, and only last ~15 months before I stop wearing them because they tear too easily. This seems very plausible. I will do more research, experiment with my dryer, perhaps set up a clothes line, and see how things turn out in a couple of years.

Thank you to everyone that has tried to help me figure out the root cause.

END OF FINAL EDIT

For me, the answer is roughly 9 months of real-time, so about 3 months of actual wear-time, before a large tear develops next to where the anus is typically situated.

Base facts:

I am European, so I wear pajama pants without underwear.

I live in the USA, so I purchase pajama pants from US vendors.

I always buy 100% cotton pajama pants.

I usually alternate between 3 different pairs of pajama pants, wearing each pair for 3-4 nights in a row before putting them in the laundry.

A pair of pajama pants, worn in this fashion, typically lasts ~9 months before developing a significant fart tear that makes it unwearable.

I wear boxer shorts as underwear while awake, each pair for 1 day in a row, and have only had 2 such pairs develop fart holes in the last 6 years.

I rarely fart while clothed and awake.

Is this experience typical? How long do others' pajama pants last before fart tears make them unwearable?

EDIT: I have remembered why I associate these holes with farts. Typically the final straw that causes the tearing occurs after I get angry in the evening, after having already changed into pajama pants, and end up farting as a result of the anger. This is not a common occurrence but it always precedes the final tearing of a pair of pajama pants.

Comment by ChuckoRuckus:

I’m not sure what’s more ridiculous…. Farts blowing holes in your pajamas, or you’re farting out of anger.

I’ve never been so full of rage that my ass starts barking. Do you wake up and choose flatulence instead of violence?]

I'M DEAD. I'M DECEASED. I HAVE PERISHED. I LAUGH-CRIED.

(and no, that's not typical European behaviour!!!)

r/NoStupidQuestions continues to deliver

Plus I have to include my favorite comment:

[daisymbin]

fluff #18 with junnie!!!

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fluff prompt #18: "wait, don't fall asleep yet."

the soft glow of the bedside lamp painted the room in warm hues, a cocoon of quiet comfort that wrapped around you both. you were already half-asleep, your head nestled on jun’s chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. his arm was draped over your shoulders, his fingers lazily tracing circles against your arm.

“wait,” his voice broke the silence, soft and hesitant, “don’t fall asleep yet.”

you stirred, eyes barely cracking open as you tilted your head to look up at him. “hmm? why not?” your voice was groggy, words slurred with sleep.

his free hand came up to brush a strand of hair away from your face. “i don’t know,” he said, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips. “i just want to talk to you a little longer.”

“jun,” you mumbled, stifling a yawn, “we’ve been together all day. what more do you need to say that you havent already?”

he chuckled quietly, the sound warm and familiar. “everything,” he said softly. “or maybe nothing. i just like hearing your voice.”

you blinked up at him, fully awake now, your heart melting at his words. “you’re such a sap,” you teased lightly, though your cheeks flushed.

“and you love it,” he shot back, his grin widening.

you rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop the small smile creeping onto your lips. “fine,” you said, shifting to prop yourself up on your elbow. “what do you want to talk about, mr. sap?”

he paused, his gaze soft as he looked at you, as though he were committing this moment to memory. “did you know,” he began, “that when you’re really tired, your nose scrunches up a little, and you make this tiny huffing sound? it’s kind of like a baby dinosaur.”

you blinked at him, caught between embarrassment and laughter. “a baby dinosaur? really? that’s the best you could come up with?”

“it’s cute,” he insisted, his tone playful but his eyes earnest. “you’re cute.”

you groaned, burying your face in his chest to hide your flushed cheeks. “why are you like this?”

he laughed, the sound vibrating against your cheek. “because i like seeing you like this,” he said, his hand coming up to rub soothing circles on your back. “all soft and embarrassed. it’s my favorite.”

you peeked up at him, your expression a mix of exasperation and affection, though you still rolled your eyes at him playfully.

his smile turning gentler. “you’re the one who chose me, remember?”

your chest tightened at his words, a wave of warmth spreading through you. “i did,” you murmured, your voice soft now. “and i’d choose you again. every time.”

jun’s hand stilled against your back, his eyes searching yours. “really?”

you nodded, leaning closer until your forehead rested against his. “of course. you’re my favorite person, junhui.”

he exhaled slowly, a look of pure adoration washing over his face. “you’re mine too,” he said quietly, his voice thick with emotion. “sometimes i still can’t believe i get to do this. that i get to have you.”

“you make it sound like you won the lottery,” you teased, though your heart was swelling at his sincerity.

“you are so much better than a winning lottery ticket,” he said matter-of-factly, making you laugh despite yourself. “and i’m keeping you forever, whether you like it or not.”

you pretended to consider it, tapping a finger to your chin. “hmm, i guess i can live with that.”

he grinned, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. “good,” he said, his thumb brushing gently against your skin. “because i don’t think i’d survive without you.”

you rolled your eyes again, but your smile betrayed you. “there’s that sap again.”

“it’s the truth,” he said with a shrug, his tone lighter now. “and besides, you love me, sap and all.”

“unfortunately,” you quipped, earning a playful nudge to your side.

the two of you dissolved into quiet laughter, the kind that felt like a secret shared between the two of you and no one else. when it faded, you found yourself staring at him again, the lamp casting soft shadows across his face.

“what?” he asked, tilting his head at you, his lips quirking into a small smile.

“just thinking about how lucky i am,” you said honestly, the words slipping out before you could second-guess them.

his smile softened, his hand trailing from your cheek to your hand, fingers intertwining with yours. “no, that’s me,” he said. “you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

your throat tightened, and you blinked quickly to stave off the tears threatening to spill. “you’re not allowed to make me cry right before bed,” you whispered, your voice trembling slightly.

“then don’t fall asleep yet,” he whispered back, his forehead pressing against yours. “stay awake with me a little longer. just a little.”

you smiled, squeezing his hand. “okay,” you said softly. “just a little.”

and as the minutes stretched into hours, you stayed awake, wrapped in each other’s warmth, your whispered words filling the quiet spaces of the night. neither of you noticed when sleep finally came, your hands still clasped together, your hearts entirely at ease.

[lovelyshu]

I ONLY TALK TO DOGS BECAUSE THEY DON'T UNDERSTAND ME — with Minho

001 DESCRIPTION — how minho deals with a crying teenager he cares about

002 TAGS — all platonic, gn reader, use of yn like once, very fluffy, a tiny bit of angst if you squint (reader doesn't trust parents with problems or anyone else tbh + like lots of crying), very self indulgent

003 COMMENTS — what does crying at least once a week in the middle of the night does to a person? It gives them ✨ideas✨. Also this was inspired by my brother even if I never told him much. He was the only person I allowed to see me cry.

004 TAGGING — @hannamoon143 @jisunggy

Minho doesn't remember exactly when did he got so close to you. And to be honest, neither did you.

But now you were someone very important to him, going as far as calling you his little sibling.

And that's also one of the reasons he accepted when you asked to sleep on his house that night.

The other reason being that he knew you weren't feeling so good these days. Even if you tried to hide it, your obvious reactions to which no one seemed to notice or care gave it away.

Well, that didn't mean he was expecting to her crying in the middle of the night.

It was 1:35 am. And Minho had no idea on to why were you still awake. He was still feeling sleepy and tired, but as soon as he heard the sob coming from the other room, his mind put to the side any sleepiness in his body.

Slowly, he walked to your room, standing right outside your door. Minho thought about knocking on it, but you would probably just ignore.

So that's why he just - slowly - opened it, to which made you freeze, trying to pretend to be asleep.

“yn? Are you alright?”

No response.

Sighing, he walked closer to you after closing the door, sitting on the edge of the bed.

Minho knew you had trouble with opening up to other people, even sympathizing with the feeling. Knowing that, he put a hand over your head, patting it softly.

“If there's anything bothering you, I'm more than happy to help you. You don't need to bottle up everything.”

As you stayed in silence, he continued.

“And I can also just listen, if you'd like. I won't tell anyone about this, unless you ask me to.”

The silence continued for a short moment, until he heard you speak, voice cracking slightly. A clear sign you were indeed crying.

“Not even my parents?”

“No. If you don't want them to know, I won't tell them.”

You slowly turned to face him, sitting up. Minho seeing this slowly puts your head on his shoulder, letting you take your time with talking.

“Minho... I'm sorry..”

“What are you sorry for?” - he spoke in such a soft and calm tone that made you get even more emotional than you were.

Trying to find the right words, more tears begun to found their way to your eyes as you tried your best to not let them fall.

“For everything. I'm a failure, I can't do anything right, my parents are alright but it seems like I can never make them proud. The only thing I give them is shame.”

Minho moved you a bit, enough so that you could hide your face on his shoulder as he wrapped an arm around you.

“Sometimes I just want to disappear.. I always ask myself if anyone would even care if I did...”

Hearing your words made Minho hug you tightly, mumbling in such a low voice that you might've missed if it wasn't for the silence.

“You're not a failure. If anything, you are the most talented and intelligent person I've ever met.”

Minho sighed as he noticed that you were crying even more, knowing those words might mean something way too big for your own heart to bear.

“And you don't even see it. If you ever disappeared, I'd go all around the world to find you.”

Slowly, he laid you down again, but now, laying down as well, still holding you.

After some long minutes, Minho noticed you were drifting off to sleep, which somehow, got him in peace enough to do the same.

Not until he whispered again.

“You're not alone. Don't forget that.”

Was the last thing you heard before closing your eyes, comfortably sleeping while cuddling no one other than Minho himself.

[goddessofroyalty]

hello! the fanart of Viktor with a baby you reblogged this week got me right in the soft feels u.u would you consider revisiting the Work/Life Balance 'verse? (random ideas: pregnant Viktor dealing with a minor illness (very minor, not a complication, no real threat to his health and no threat whatsoever to the baby, but Jayce is still fussing over them)? how a newborn affects Viktor's already hectic work/sleep schedule? either Viktor can't or chooses not to nurse and good papa Jayce does his part with formula and bottles?)

Kind of combined the second two parts of this into what I’ve written but more leaning on good papa Jayce helping feed their baby. Maybe I’ll figure out a quick 4th scene (to even out the POV’s) that focuses a bit more on Viktor’s messy sleeping schedule. Have also made a note of the first prompt as well to do separately.

I’ve given up and am naming this kid Naph as well. Why? Because it’s a nice easy name for me to kidnap and gods knows Arcane played fast and loose with League lore anyway. Also I like it and it has become the default in my brain if nothing else fills the space. It can be easily subbed out if I decide on something different later.

Warnings: past-mpreg, omegaverse (I refer to the baby as pup that’s literally it), some mention of after-birth pains (nothing major just a bit tender)

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Viktor wakes to the sound of a baby crying.

“I’ve got him, don’t get up,” Jayce says as the sleep fades from Viktor’s brain and he remembers that it is their baby that is crying not just some random abstract one. Their baby that Viktor had given birth to days prior and had finally been allowed back home that day. The doctors happy with both their progress.

The bed shifts as Jayce gets up to go to their child. Viktor pushes himself up on his arms to sit up more as he does. Wincing as his weight settles on where he’s still tender from the birth.

“I told you not to get up,” Jayce says holding their son in his arms as he looks back at Viktor. It is a good image and one Viktor could get used to seeing. Will get used to seeing, as surreal as that feels.

“And I have not gotten out of bed.” Nor will he be. Not when he has a perfectly good and willing Jayce to get things for him while he still heals from the birth. To make up for you having done all the work to this point Jayce had said and Viktor had nothing to gain from fighting him on it. “What’s the time?”

“2AM. And you can go back to sleep,” Jayce says. “He just needs a bottle.”

“I’m awake now.” Viktor had never been able to go back to sleep once he woke. There always something he’d rather be spending the time doing than tossing and turning. “I can hold him while you heat up the bottle.”

“The doctors said you need rest,” Jayce says despite it being clear he needs both hands to keep their son settled which would leave none free to prepare a bottle as well.

“I am resting!” Despite how much he misses it he still hasn’t returned to the lab since he was put on bedrest in the final trimester. Working on formulas and schematics from bed can hardly be considered work. It’s just keeping his mind occupied. “Let me hold him.”

Jayce clearly wants to argue but he relents when Viktor raises an eyebrow. Carefully handing their son over and only taking his hands away once the baby is very secure and settled.

Viktor would almost be offended at the lack of trust but he all-too-well understands the impulse. It turns out newborns are tiny and so delicate. It is almost terrifying to think about all the different ways they could accidently hurt him. It is scary to even have him in Viktor’s arms but also nerve-wracking when he is not within easy reach.

“I’ll be right back,” Jayce promises, only taking his eyes off them when he physically leaves the room.

Viktor once again examines his son while he waits. He had hoped their child would have taken a little more after both of them rather than looking mostly like Viktor but it is still impressive to think mere days ago Naph was still growing inside him and now the boy is alive and experiencing the world, frowning up at Viktor as his tongue peaks out between tiny lips, followed by a small cry of impatience.

“Not much longer,” Viktor promises. If his milk had come in the wait wouldn’t have to be this long. But it is useful to know that Jayce can look after their son entirely on his own if needed.

Naph is still far too young to actually understand what Viktor is saying. Another louder cry being made as Jayce hurries back into the room.

“No, no, don’t cry, I got it,” Jayce rambles, sliding into bed beside Viktor, warm bottle in hand. He pauses when Viktor holds their child back out to him. “Uh-“

“You said you were feeding him, no?” Viktor has no problems with doing it as well but Jayce likes to feel useful. And Viktor likes to watch him with their son.

“Right, of course,” Jayce recovers quickly. Carefully taking their son back into his arms, offering him the bottle. It only takes two passes of the teat for the tiny mouth to open to let it pass.

“He is hungry,” Jayce says as their son makes quick work of the bottle.

“I suppose it was a big day for him.” For Viktor and Jayce they came home but all their son knew until the day before was the hospital.

“It was,” Jayce agrees, shifting slightly to allow Viktor to lean in closer and push the fabric from their son’s onesie down from where it had crept up to his mouth. “But we can all rest for now.”

Viktor gives a hum of agreement despite how he already itches to get back to the lab.

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Jayce wakes to find himself alone in the bed.

It isn’t that unusual. Neither he nor Viktor can be said to have a normal sleeping schedule even before their pup was born. But Jayce still never likes it when he reaches out for his partner only to find cold bedsheets.

He pulls himself out of bed and shuffles to the main living area. There’s no point trying to get back to sleep anyway and he might as well check on Naph to make sure he hasn’t woken in the night.

Viktor had apparently had the same thought whenever he had gotten up. He stands in front of the blackboard they had set up so they can make any changes to their equations even when not in the lab, a piece of chalk balanced in the fingers of the hand resting on his cane as the other holds their son steady where he is swaddled against Viktor’s chest. A slight bounce with every move clearly to keep the pup settled.

“I put coffee on,” Viktor says, not even turning around to acknowledge Jayce. Not that Jayce wants him to – he’s perfectly happy just watching his partner and their child together.

“Thanks.” There’s an almost empty baby bottle next to the coffeepot. It’s cold to the touch so Jayce rinses it out in the sink and puts it to the side to be sanitized with the others. He makes Viktor a cup of coffee as well as his own. “Couldn’t get him to go back to sleep?”

“He doesn’t want to be put down,” Viktor says, looking away from their life’s work to their son. “Clingy. Like his father.”

Jayce can hardly blame his son for that – he wants to cling to Viktor too at times.

“I can take him if you need to write,” Jayce says as he brings Viktor’s coffee over to him. Tapping his partner on the arm with it before placing it down on the table they keep next to the blackboard almost exclusively for coffee. He picks up the old empty one and takes it back to the sink.

“It is fine,” Viktor says with a small shake of his head, his eyes flitting back to the blackboard. “I have nothing new to add to it anyway.”

Jayce would suggest Viktor go back to bed then but he knows his partner would have as much a chance of going back to sleep as he would.

Instead he joins Viktor at the blackboard. Close enough that Viktor can shuffle over and lean against him while they both try and figures out how the equations fit together and wait for the morning sun.

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“Jayce!” Viktor calls because he is in the middle of wiring up the controls for the latest iteration of Hexgates and their son is crying. Jayce is just doing some paperwork, necessary, yes, but nowhere near as dangerous to be walked away from in the middle of.

“Huh?” Jayce asks as he sticks his head into the room before realizing why he was called. “Right. On it.”

“Up we go,” Jayce says as he picks their son up from the cot they keep in the lab for him to sleep in while they work. Out of the corner of his eye Viktor watches his partner hold their son high to sniff at his backside. “Nope. Must be hungry.”

Viktor returns his attention back fully to his work as Jayce carries their son into the kitchenette of the lab to heat up a bottle for him. He’s still at it when he two return, their son still in Jayce’s arms as he comes to watch over Viktor’s shoulder.

“How are you going?”

“Nearly finished.” The wiring had nearly taken him all day but it should be worth it.

“And then we can test it?” Jayce asks despite the fact he should already know the answer.

“Yes. They should lead to a less, uh, jolty experience when the jump is made.”

Jayce doesn’t respond, but Viktor can hear him pace around the lab no doubt bouncing their child in his arms as he does to keep the boy settled and not distracting Viktor’s work.

Viktor doesn’t alert his partner to the fact once he finishes. Instead watching the two of them for the minute it takes Jayce to notice himself. He had been told by many how lucky he was to have Jayce as the father of his child and, really, he cannot argue it.

[victimeyez]

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Well, moron, you already fucked up the plan. 

It can still be salvaged.

You need a miracle.

That’s nothing new. 

Tommy was shaken awake from a drug-induced sleep, startling him. The sound filled into his consciousness a moment later, trying to make sense of it.

-MMY YOU GODDA GET IN THE BACK WAKE UP WAKE UP GEDDIN THE FUCKENBACK-”

Sam was suddenly in the back seat with him, climbing over him.There was pressure on his wrists as Sam shoved the cuffs out of his way, nimbly unlocking his handcuffs and freeing him from his shackle to the car door. 

Lights. Through the back window, he caught it –

A cop car. 

Honestly, props to Caius for never getting pulled over before.

Sam scootched back and punched the lumpy back of the “middle seat”, popping open the secret compartment underneath. He didn’t hesitate for a second, jamming his fingers into the clothed seam around it, pulling the cushioned foam plug out of the way. It bore straight through the seat, into the hidden trunk. Sam was grabbing him, wrenching him out of his seat. 

“Tommy, baby, you gotta do this for me – go right now, okay?” Caius’s voice was eerily calm, especially next to Sam’s frantic shouting. Tommy met his eyes in the rearview mirror for just a flash, and there was a startling look of adoration there. A friend asking a favor from a friend they know will always help. 

Damn him and his moods. Constantly giving Tommy emotional whiplash trying to keep up. 

Well. physical whiplash, too–

He unbuckled himself and crawled shakily over the seat, putting his arms in–

Wait. Should I do this?

Stick to the plan. Here’s the only type of miracle I can get. 

He dove in, feeling the felted inner walls to try to understand the space. It was a hell of a tight compartment, but they’d made him try it before, he knew he could technically fit. Trying to curl in quickly was painful, moreso with Sam doing his damndest to shove him in. He pulled his legs in, and his feet were pushed through with a shove as Sam pushed the cover in. 

He was squeezed flat. Not painfully so, but it would get uncomfortable quickly. He was starting to remember this - it had been ages, he had honestly forgotten about it. He’d been obsessed with it at the beginning, too, sure this could be the key to escape. A narrow space underneath a false bottom in Caius’s trunk, a miniscule compartment they’d built in for such an occasion. It was stifling in the felted womb, the inky darkness blinding.

He heard a soft whir, and the silence suddenly became oppressive, weighing heavily on his ears. He felt the panel at his back start to vibrate slightly as the fans kicked on. Right. The compartment was made out of felt-wrapped panels. One side induced active noise cancellation into the trunk, and the other was linked to a rerouted AC line. The fan would keep air circling and prevent him from overheating in the trunk on a hot day. 

Fuck you extra, Michelle.

The car was starting to slow, but drawing it out. He could hear the soft click click click of the turn signal next to the ear pressed to the floor. 

“Put the damn concealer on, you’re all red and sweaty.” Caius’s voice now, faintly. It tickled behind his head. He mashed his ear to the embedded speaker–he’d completely forgotten about that. 

“Why did you install a speaker in the trunk?” Tommy had asked Caius when they tested it. The audio came through a microphone buried inside the steering wheel.

“Because you’re part of the team, too,” Caus had told him, one hand on his shoulder gently. 

Tommy didn’t know how to feel about that. It itched at him a little, but he feared if he scratched at it he would find some big significance hidden in that. Instead, he did not think about it, and felt nothing. 

“Just tell him you were giving me road head.” Sam was sounding more calm, pulling it together before they’d face the cop. Caius was coasting to a stop, pulling over. Tommy’s sense of direction in the trunk felt very strange as the car moved. He felt a little jolt in his stomach. 

“While I drive? How many points do you get on your license if you’re caught snogging the hog while driving?”

“I’m breaking up with you. And he’ll know something’s up if I’m all powdery.”

“Even if he notices, he’ll have already clocked that you’re gay.”

Whether Sam powdered his nose or not, the car came to a halt. 

“Are you going to be good?” Hearing Caius’s voice quiet in his ear sent a rush of panic through Tommy, but it wasn’t directed at him.

“Yeah, I’m good. Not my first rodeo and all. Just - had a moment. But I’m good.” 

They waited in silence. Minutes passed by. Tommy started to wonder if the speaker had shut off when he heard something, jamming his ear close again to hear Sam. 

“Oh shit, girlcop.”

“Police woman.”

“Shut up, you assumed it would be a guy, too.”

“I’m sure I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Caius drawled.

“License, registration, and proof of insurance please.” A new voice spoke, a little more distant than Tommy’s escorts.  A woman.

A police woman. 

“Here.”

“You, too.” A brief pause, and some shuffling. 

“Alright, I’ll be right back.”

Silence while she walked away. Sam broke first. 

“What do you think she’s pulling us over for?”

Tommy tried speaking. He could hear it in his own ears, but it sounded swallowed. He worked his voice up gradually, stopping each time to listen for Caius or Sam to say something. When they didn’t, he tried saying it louder. When he tried calling out, the fan suddenly stopped. 

It spooked him silent, waiting for a minute to see if anything else happened. It didn’t, but he was surprised how warm it started to feel within just a few minutes. Whether it was punitive or just on a timer, he wasn’t sure, but he wasn’t pushing it.

“Okay, here you go. Where are you two headed?”

“Road trip, actually.”

“Where you heading to?”

“Boston. Have you ever been?”

“Yup. Like the beans, right?”

“...yes?”

“Okay, well, your tags are expired, but it looks like you paid a couple weeks ago. You haven’t put it on your license plate yet?”

“I’ve been keeping an eye out for it, but I haven’t seen it yet. I’ll have to double check. Do you need the receipt?”

“No, I found it in the system. These windows are pretty dark though, huh? With my little chart here, it looks like - maybe a little too dark. Is there a reason why that might be?”

“Yeah, it’s for my glaucoma. I have my paperwork–” There was a bit of rustling.

“-Here.”

Tommy’s neck was really starting to cramp with his head forced to the side like that. He was sweating, and it made the claustrophobia much worse. The cop logged something with whatever paperwork Michelle had rustled up for Caius, and they were sent on their merry way. 

They pulled back out,  and Tommy could hear the engine thrum as they accelerated back onto the highway. The movement was making him feel a little nauseous, and the heat wasn’t helping. Tommy sucked in some slow breaths. Was there even an air hole in this thing? He groped around the compartment with his hands until he felt a slight breeze. He tunneled a finger in – it felt like PVC piping, and was no thicker than a quarter. 

Michelle, like most geniuses, was also stupid as hell. 

The AC kicked back on and it was a relief. Until it quickly turned too cold, since he had started to sweat, and quickly became clammy and uncomfortable.

They drove for a ways, and it was impossible to tell how much time passed, but long enough for the AC to turn back off, on, and off again one more time. By the time they rolled to a halt, he was dying to get out. Sam finally pulled out the foam cork that blocked his exit.

“You still alive down there?”

Tommy managed to wiggle a hand up, finding the hole and trying to wave a fist inside. Sam helped pull him through, and he was birthed back into the backseat. The doctor looked at him, sweaty and thoroughly disheveled.

“You stink.”

Tommy did not look at anything, his eyes pinched shut against the muted sunlight in the car after emerging from cave darkness.

“Yeah," he huffed.

"-Sorry.”

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[mothgirl-number-4]

[Five days.] [It's been five days since you woke up for the first time.] [Four and a half since the second time! Haha! …No need to linger.] [You haven't tried contacting your stardust. You. Siffrin.] [Ever since your successful attempt on your own life That only made you loop AGAIN why AGAIN??? WHY??? you've been looking for some quality information.] [It seems you've been made as a near identical copy of your darling stardust due to the fact you only have one eye not the right one AND craft exhaustion. You don't remember ever getting craft exhausted but you might have if you actually esca but it's whatever!!!] [Beau has been surprisingly pleasant company. You started teaching him some more Vaugardian due to someone not being able to speak being a bad conversation partner, and you feel slightly guilty for pushing him to- but you aren't sure that was the best idea.] "Shining One- er-" ["Saffron, Beau."] [He has some of the name troubles you used to have. You did use to have name troubles, right? Not the point. He remembers at least not to call you Bright one.] "Yes, Siffrin! I was going to ask if you were awake, but it seems you are. …Did I wake you?" [He's so anxious it'd be almost cute if it wasn't pathetic. He wants to impress you, you think.] ["Don't worry about it, Beau. It's 8:23 in the evening."] "Ah. Thank you, Shin- Saffron." [As for the name change, it's was initially just so it was easier to pronounce for him, but any difference from your Stardust has become… Thrilling. You aren't about to go throwing everything away- that wouldn't be fair to Beau, but it's nice.] [One of the Housemaidens comes in. You think her name is Edie. Comedy mask on.] ["Ah! Hello, Edie~"] "Edith, Saffron." [Your eye twitches.] ["Sorry, Edie."] "Hmph. Well, you're both good enough to be sent to a benefactor for temporary housing, if you wish."

"Oh! That'd be wonderful, Kind One!" ["I agree with Beau here, the sooner I'm out of this place, the better!"] [You're smiling but it doesn't reach your eyes. You've been dying to get a look at their library. Anything for an explanation.] [The Housemaiden looks you over, she sees right through you. You hate it you hate it you hate it it reminds you of…] [Who does it remind you of? Whatever! What. Ever!!!!] "I'll give you two one day to get ready. We've already got somebody willing to take you in for a time. I'll come along to ensure your healthy arrival and inform your caretaker of the responsibilities they are going to have to undertake with your…" [Her eyes dart over to Beau and back to you] "unique cases, but then we'll be out of each other's hair for the foreseeable future." [The Housemaiden has been trying to get through to you for the whole time you've been here, but they're going up against an expert at this.] […During the third day, she told you about her mother, for some reason. You think she was trying to connect with you over parents but you don't remember yours. Something about half-siblings? You don't care to recollect. You didn't come here for a lecture on Change.] "Isn't this wonderful, Shining One?" [She left- and Beau is talking to you. Comedy mask off, but you do try to be… Hospitable.] ["Of course, Beau. I'm ready to get out of here! I'm ready to sleep, though. Talk to you tomorrow?"] [He gives you a strange stern look, and nods. He lies down, stiff as a dead body.] ["You're not gonna fall asleep like that. What's the issue?"] […] [He sighs.] "Do you not like me?" […Oh. He- …] [It's best if you tell the truth. You've been caught off guard and don't know how dangerous he is.]

["I've had… Bad experiences with protector types. …Part of the reason I'm here, actually!"] [Technically the truth.] "I see… But what about me?" […] ["I don't know. I don't know what I think about you. I thought I hated you but you're just… I don't know. I don't like you, but I don't mind spending time with you. And I'd prefer if I could keep an eye on you for now."] "Of course." [There's a pause. You aren't used to doing feelings talks.] "I can protect you!" [You almost choke on your laughter, you barely manage to stifle it, but he still looks slightly offended.] "What?" ["Beau, I don't know if you know this, but I'm pretty strong, even without craft. If anything, I'd protect you."] [He flushes with embarrassment.] ["But uh… Thanks for talking with me about the fee-fees."] "Fee-fees?" ["Ling-lings~"] "Oh! I see! Very funny, Saff." […A nickname?] "Is that okay? I don't-" ["No no- I liked it."] "Oh. Good." ["Yeah, good…"] ["Thanks, B."] "Yeah." [You sleep, and you do not dream of a twin-headed ouroboros consuming itself, nor being eaten by a star, nor burning up as your friends not YOURS they AREN'T laugh. You dream of pleasant conversations by a favor tree with someone you don't know.]

[Your time is done. You're satisfied.]

[You couldn't take your role back, but that's his fault for leaving you alone. You're satisfied.]

[You're satisfied. You fade at last.]

...

[You feel a thread pulled to its limits. A fire burning hot hot hot and something breaking, failing, rotting. You gag on nothing as starlight beams out of your eyes and mouth.]

[The string pulls, choking you as you attempt to scream, but you have no mouth. You attempt to cry, but you have no eyes.]

[The thread snaps.]

[You feel a pulling in your head.]

[And you feel your heart..

p

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]

[You wake up in a room. The first thing you take in is UNIMAGINABLE PAIN. You scream and scream and scream- there are footsteps. You hear the familiar sound of healing craft as the pain subsides the slightest bit. Not enough to be anywhere near comfortable, but you aren't screaming anymore.]

[You sit up, hands grasping at what you realize far too late are bedsheets. They rip in your hands, piercing craft chugging through your fingertips like the drip drip drip of blood.]

[You're already babbling apologies when]-

"Oh thank goodness you're awake, bright stranger."

[That voice. Not from the healer you don't recognize them but you turn to the neighboring bed- you're in an infirmary? -and see another stranger.]

[You recognize that accent but you don't recognize... Him?]

"[Who-]"

[You cough on your words- Vaugardian, Loop! Try again~]

[The familiar stranger looks at you with wonder.]

"Say- say that again, will you?"

"[What, 'who?']"

"No- what was that language?"

[You don't know.]

"[I don't know. Where am I?]"

[The familiar stranger- you're just going to call him the King, it's too similar to be a coincidence. You've never been lucky enough to even consider otherwise. -looks disappointed before lighting up again. His Vaugardian is rough, but understandable.]

"Ah! You're in the Bambouche house of change! Or uhm... The one closest to Bambouche I think... I couldn't really understand them the best."

[The King looks awkward. How could this pathetic whelp end up as the intimidating monster that killed- Blinding- He's speaking]

"They call me castaway, but I prefer Beau, he and him, please. What about you?"

[Oh this is hilarious. The Change god thinks its so blinding funny doesn't it. You're laughing. You're cackling and guffawing and]-

"[Siffrin, they/them, nice to meet you!]"

"Oh, like the savior?"

[What.]

[blackcurrant-juice]

wondering why im so fucking sleepy for no reason then remembered I forgot to take my meds for 3 days

[medicinemane]

Should make a pain killer that actually kills (or even touches) pain

[triglycercule]

i am severely upset at the sexyman polls for this year. yeah its absolutely because im biased and not a single one of the mtt won. but killer vs error is still going on you say!!! NO,,,,, killer's lost,,,,, its 70 error 30 killerISH so yeah,,,,, none of the mtt MADE!!!! IT!!!! and with the boom in killer content these past few months i wasSO FUCKING SURE that he'd like AT LEAST get higher up. nope. because of ERROR. listen i like him. he was my og bias when i first joined this fandom. i was an error fanatic. but bro,,,,, bro,,,,,,,,, killer,,,,, lost,,,,,, AND FUCKING HORROR AND DUST LOST TOO!!!! LIKE WHAY. WHAT. PUTTING HORROT AGAINST ERROR AND DUST AGAINST CROSS!!!! THEYRE LITERALLY BOTH THE TWO GUYS THAT (1/2 of them) WON LAAT YEAR!!!! OF COURSE THEYRE GONNA BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF THE MTT!!!!! this is very upseting im really sad imMAD. but no point in being a sore loser.... mtt won in my HEART 🧡

dust laughing at both horror and killer for getting the shit beaten out of them by error and then they bring up the fact that he lost to CROSS. this is the second time someone in the mtt lost to cross (theyre all making out in the loser's room) (mtt poly real btw)

[ereborne]

Song of the Day: June 1

"Easy Come, Easy Go” by George Strait

[thethingything]

I need to sleep but I just pieced together the fact that I hold a bunch of our really severe medical trauma for some reason (I've known this for a while but never fully registered it) and that probably explains why the thought of going back to the hospital on Friday has been giving me some of the worst panic attacks I've had in the entire time I've been in the system

[ljubimaya]

NEW IN: useless writer wonders why she has no energy to write, despite staying awake and staring at her docs all night long

[asterdeer]

finished the suffering game graphic novel. reviewing my options now. think i’m gonna go with uhhhhhhhh Formless Overwhelming Melancholic Loneliness

[nexus-nebulae]

damn i actually had a pretty good streak there of not having bad insomnia days. that's pretty impressive for me like i haven't really had one since early January

[narutomaki]

I don't know how to do it scared and I'm so mad about it.