#anyways i'm mclovin the toxic/doomed yaoi

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ok so since i've been told i should post snippets of the jayvik fic i'm in the process of writing, i shall. (also please let me know if this is an accurate-ish portrayal of ptsd. if not, PLEASE lmk what i should do to fix it!!)

Viktor reached for him, and

Oh gods he’s back in that room and I won’t fail I won’t fail I will NOT- but he did and he was and now Viktor was somehow here but not “here” and Mel was going to die and Viktor was going to make Mel one of them-

“The arcane stirs within you,” Viktor sounded fascinated, but all Jayce could think was he needed to do something- he lifted his hammer and fired- he hit Viktor - oh, GODS he hit Viktor - but he didn’t - couldn’t - think about that now, in this moment, he needed to attack I won’t fail I won’t fail I - missed. He missed. His pulse thundered in his ears, his mantra using the unsteady beat to keep time. Viktor pushed him to the table, the doll tilting its head.

“Your mind has become rigid, Jayce. Fear clouds your judgment.” Jayce looked around, panting, chest heaving. At the table, at the room, at Mel. Silently pleading, begging her to go, run, get out, leave so she wouldn’t be hurt. Their eyes connected. He nodded. She hesitated, then nodded back.