#i just want to like things a normal amount.

[dearru]

twelve grapes | o.miya

pairing: ts!miya osamu x gn!reader | sfw | cw: slight manga spoilers, alcohol, atsumu sucks and kita is here too, a lot of yearning and unresolved feelings, no use of yn | genre: hurt/comfort sorta but also idk just read it and you’ll see | wc: 3.3k (3330) | mlist

synopsis -> in attempting to follow an age-old tradition, you begin to confront some repressed feelings you have for your best friend.

TWENTY MINUTES UNTIL MIDNIGHT, and you’re buzzing with anticipation. Tonight was the annual New Year's party, and the air was alive with excitement. Laughter fills the room, and you navigate through the crowd, ignoring the feeling of sweaty partygoers pressing against your body. Normally, you’d hate pushing through a crowded group of people, but tonight, you’re on a mission. You need to find Kita– the reluctant host of this year’s party and your longtime friend. 

When you find him, you call out, bounding over to where he’s resigned to nursing a bottle of water on the couch, looking entirely overwhelmed by the festivities. You giggle at his current state as he lifts his head sluggishly, eyes half-lidded and fighting sleep. If he weren’t the host of this event, you’re sure he’d already be snuggled under his warm bedsheets, sleeping the Holiday away. 

He hums, sitting up to give you his full attention despite his exhaustion. 

“Do you have grapes?” you ask. 

“Grapes?” He tilts his head, “I have some in the kitchen.” And like the good host he is, he rises from the couch. It’s a half-hearted attempt but appreciated nonetheless. 

Shaking your head, you gesture for him to sit back down, “I can get them; it’s okay!” 

Nodding, he looks almost relieved as he points toward the kitchen. “Top shelf of the fridge.” He says, smiling appreciatively. 

Before you can go, you feel a hand grip your shoulder. Turning, you see a familiar mop of blonde hair and a mischievous grin staring back at you. 

Atsumu Miya– who is another one of your long-term friends, unfortunately. 

“Who’s goin’ to the kitchen?”  The setter slurs, cheeks flushed, “Get me another beer, yeah?” His eyes are glazed over, and the scent of what you presume to be the copious amounts of alcohol he’s consumed wafts off him. The odor is prominent and slightly bitter. You fight the urge to shake your head in knowing disappointment. 

“I think you’ve had enough.” Kita scolds, calm but firm. Atsumu puts a hand up in submission and mutters something under his breath, still holding onto you. 

Chuckling, you untangle yourself from his grasp, glancing toward the kitchen. “Couldn’t get you a beer even if I wanted,” You tease, “I’m gonna stay in the kitchen ‘til midnight.”  

Yawning loudly and plopping down on the sofa next to Kita, Atsumu peers at you curiously. “Midnight? ‘Samu gonna be there too?” He snickers, nudging his former teammate. Kita shoots him a warning glance and then shifts his gaze to you. It’s warm and empathetic. 

You stiffen. The sound of his name has your heart skipping a beat, and Atsumu’s question echoes loud in your ear like the pop of a champagne cork. Everyone’s been drinking tonight, so maybe it’s the liquor and crowd getting to you, but you suddenly feel aware of how your breath catches.

You and Osamu are friends– best friends, even– but recently, you’ve started to notice things about him that maybe best friends shouldn’t notice. Like the way his hair tousles in an annoyingly effortless way or how he rolls his sleeves up just enough for you to get a glimpse of his arms, toned and strong. You try your best to push the thoughts away because you two are friends, and it’s wrong to think of friends like that. 

Try as you might, it’s more difficult said than done. Especially when you two spend every free moment you have together. Even after spending long, laborious nights slaving away at Onigiri Miya, Osamu always stops by your apartment, doggy bag in hand. He tells you it’s just to make sure you’re eating, but you know the casual drop-ins are an excuse to have hour-long chats together in the dead of night. You never mind, but it makes you wonder if he thinks about you in the way you think about him. 

It’s wishful thinking, you tell yourself, He’s got better things to worry about than you. It’s best practice to not have false hope, and you’ve tried your best to not let all the inner turmoil affect the way you act.

When Atsumu mentions his brother, you feel a wave of discomfort that betrays how desperately unbothered you want to seem by him. You want to laugh it off, but the words don’t come out in the effortlessly cool way you imagined in your head. 

“Why would we be together at midnight?” You ask. The words are rushed, and you cringe at how the pitch of your voice raises. The weight of his accusatory gaze makes you feel like a dying animal being stalked by a vulture. He’s onto you, and you can’t do anything about it. 

Letting the silence hang in the air for a moment longer than what’s comfortable, Atsumu sighs, chuckling and leaning further into the cushions, “If yer not with ‘Samu, then what’re ya doin’ in the kitchen?” 

You breathe a sigh of relief at the change of topic. “I’m doing the twelve grapes tradition.” 

“Twelve grapes?” Kita asks.

You smile, confidence returning to you, “Yeah! I read about it online. You eat twelve grapes under a table, and it’s supposed to bring good luck for the New Year.” 

Snorting, Atsumu crosses his arms, “That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.”

Biting your inner lip, your eyes narrow. You’re used to his blunt comments, but they still get under your skin sometimes. You try not to let it show. 

“Don’t be rude,” Kita sighs, then looks to you, voice softening, “Just don’t choke when you’re eating them, okay?” 

“I won’t.” You assure him while glaring at Atsumu, who’s still laughing under his breath. 

Making your way to the kitchen, you hear Atsumu call out, mockingly cheery, “Yer gonna look dumb bein’ all alone at Midnight!” 

You pause and then shake your head, continuing to the kitchen. What do you care if you’re alone? The one person you’d want to ring the New Year in with had probably left the party by now to get ready to open his restaurant in the morning, anyway. 

It’s not a big deal. 

TEN MINUTES UNTIL MIDNIGHT, and you feel stupid. 

In spite of Atsumu’s taunts, you’ve slipped away into the kitchen to escape the boisterous crowd that gathered around the living room. They’re all anxiously awaiting for 12:00 AM to strike together, and you’re by yourself. Bass from the loud music seeps through the thin walls and pulses through your head, amplifying your growing discomfort. You try to focus on how the quiet hum of the stove subtly masks the muffled sounds of laughter and the premature clinking of glasses from the other room. It would be nice, you think, to take a break from the party— if it weren’t for how alone you felt. 

This is silly.

Opening the fridge, you sigh as you feel the cool air hit your face, the chill sobering and harsh. You’re grateful for the obsessively organized way Kita stores his groceries; it makes it easy to find the grapes. They’re exactly where he said they’d be, tucked away on the top shelf. Grabbing the container, you set it down on the counter, gently plucking the fruit from the stem. As you place twelve into a bowl, the simple task is marred by a feeling of unbelievable doubt. You try to fight off the creeping sensation of dread overcoming you. 

Is this a dumb idea? 

You pause, thoughts wandering. You think about how this tradition is said to bring luck and success in all areas of life, it was exciting at first, but now it feels like an absurd notion. Why did you want to do this in the first place? 

As you continue to prepare the grapes, you try to settle the unease you feel. This tradition is supposed to be fun, but now you feel like it represents something more. Something bigger. 

Silently, you hope Atsumu will come and drag you away from this nonsense. It was always easier to ignore the thoughts when you were around others. 

But more than that, you wish for something else– Osamu. Looking down at the dish, you wish he would come and tell you how he feels. Reassure you there’s some merit in your thought. 

If that happened, you wouldn’t need the grapes anymore. It would prove that you had more than enough luck on your side. 

You really wish he was here. 

His lack of presence only emphasizes the emptiness of the room, and your heart lurches with the desire for him to be here with you. It’s pointless; though, you’re sure he’s gone home by now, and you’re still here with nothing but a bowl of fruit and unanswered questions.  

Running the sink, you wash the fruit, hoping it’ll help you calm down. But you realize that pushing down these thoughts is a futile task. You can’t keep pretending like you don’t feel this magnetic pull to him– you can’t keep acting like you don’t need him. 

You love him too much to ignore it anymore. 

FIVE MINUTES UNTIL MIDNIGHT, and you wonder if you should forget your idea and return to celebrate with the others. 

You haven’t gotten under the table yet. Instead, you’re standing idly by the counter, staring at the grapes with more intensity than they’re worth. With the magnitude of your previous realization sitting heavy on your chest, you wonder if this tradition holds the key to anything. 

Could it help you learn to navigate your now undeniable feelings? 

The thought of grapes being the answer to all your problems is such a silly idea that you giggle to yourself. It takes some of the weight off your mind. 

And then, with comedic timing, you hear Osamu call your name. 

Snapping your head to the doorframe, you see his figure walking towards you, the door swinging closed in his wake. The clock in the room ticks steadily, but time seems to move slowly. Though a typically reserved person, his presence feels large and looms over you, causing your heart to pound with want. 

Clearing your throat, you pick the bowl up, holding it tight to your chest like a shield. 

“I thought you went home,” You say, face warm. 

It’s almost time now, but Osamu’s sudden appearance has thrown a wrench in your plans. 

“Nah,” He waves his hand dismissively, “Just crashed on Kita’s bed for a bit. Shop was busy. Needed to recharge.” 

You hum mindlessly, finding it hard to focus. Adorning a fitted shirt and a simple pair of jeans, it makes you almost mad at how he doesn’t have to try, and he still looks good. 

You’re so screwed. 

“How’d you know I was here?”  You ask, tapping your fingers against the dish. The cool porcelain touches your fingertips and sends a rush down your spine. 

“‘Tsumu told me.” He explains, “ ‘S ‘cause he heard I was lookin’ for you.” 

Your heart stutters. “You were looking for me?” 

“‘Course I was,” He replies, amused. He says it like you’re silly for thinking otherwise. Lips turning into a slight grin, he shrugs, “‘S almost Midnight.” 

He steps closer, not seeming bothered at all. His gaze locks on yours, and you feel like it’s on purpose. When he tries to reach for a grape, you quickly jerk the dish out of reach. Osamu looks at you curiously. 

“What’re you doin’ here, anyways?” He asks, a playful glint in his eyes. There’s something else, too– but you can’t place it yet. 

You hold up the bowl, feeling a bit ridiculous having to explain yourself, “I’m— uh, gonna eat twelve of these under a table.” 

His gaze has your mind reeling. Tilting his head, he peers at you, “Why wouldn’t ya just eat ‘em right now? Grapes ‘re good.” 

You giggle at his simple nature. Of course he’d want to eat the snack as soon as possible. Trying to play it cool, you swat his hand away. His hand brushes against yours and makes you shiver. 

Clearing your throat, you avert your eyes, “It’s ‘cause people say if you eat them under the table at midnight, you’ll gain success in all areas of life.” You pause before quickly adding, “Even romance.” 

You regret it as soon as you say it, but you can’t do anything about it now. 

He raises his eyebrows, “Ya want a boyfriend?” 

“It would be nice, I guess,” You stammer, embarrassed but relieved to say something truthful about your feelings for once.

“I didn’t know that,” He hums thoughtfully.

An agonizing silence hangs in the air. The only noise comes from the increasingly rowdy crowd in the other room. 

Osamu breaks the still before you can. 

“So why aren’t ya under a table yet?” He asks, looking down at his watch, “‘S almost time.” 

Smiling sheepishly, you look down at the floor, “Well, I was gonna do it, but now I’m insecure ‘cause Atsumu said I’d look dumb being all alone.” 

He scoffs, “Don’t listen to ‘Tsumu– he’s the dumb one.” 

You chuckle, “I guess, yeah, but still, I’d feel better if I could’ve found someone to do it with me. Kinda like a solidarity thing, y’know?”

“Yeah,” He agrees, then grabs the bowl without warning. You lunge to grab it back, but he holds it just out of reach when you get close. Looking around the room, he seems like he’s considering his options. You whine. 

“Samu! I need those!” 

“Ya wanna do it right there?” He asks, ignoring your plea and pointing at a cozy table hidden in the nook of Kita’s kitchen. His voice is low and laced with a teasing energy. 

Taken aback, you stop your efforts. You stare at him. 

Was he going to do the tradition with you?  

He starts to walk away, and you stand there, confused. He looks over his shoulder, still holding the bowl out of your reach, “Well,” He says, “Ya comin’?”

“I…” You swallow, heart filling with something hopeful, “You’re serious?”  

“Dead.” He quips. 

And because you could never say no to him– and you also really did want to do the tradition— you haphazardly scramble to grab more grapes from the counter since Osamu had stolen yours. 

Kita would just have to forgive you for eating all his food. 

ONE MINUTE UNTIL MIDNIGHT, and your body warms from being in such close proximity to Osamu. If it were anyone else, you’d laugh at how the two of you barely fit under the small table, your knees awkwardly bumping and arms pressed together. But because it’s him, the closeness hurts. Your hands are so close that you ache to reach out and touch him. Every small movement sends a jolt of electricity through you. The faint scent of his cologne– sandalwood, you think– clings to his person and makes your pulse quicken.

Everything feels so trivial with him next to you. This moment shouldn’t feel as intimate as it does, but you can’t help it. 

Looking at the grapes, you wonder why he’s doing this. Did he feel bad for you? Is that why he wasn’t somewhere else, celebrating with his brother and other friends?

It’s all too much. At this rate, you’ll die before the clock strikes twelve. 

You have to say something. 

“I didn’t know you believed in stuff like this.” You say, careful to keep your voice steady. 

He turns to you, and you can feel his breath on your face. The sudden nearness steals your own breath away. 

He’s so close. 

“I like eating grapes.” He shrugs, his voice as calm as you wish you were. Pausing, he parts his lips to speak, eyes glimmering with something unspoken, “And maybe I need a little luck too.” 

You’re too eager to know what he’s talking about to hide your embarrassingly shrill speech, “Luck? With what?” 

His gaze holds yours, and for a second, you feel like he’s about to say something important– but he doesn’t. 

Instead, he gives you a sly smile. “I guess you’ll have to wait and see if it works,” He says. It’s teasing, but there’s something else in his eyes. It makes your heart lurch. 

His words settle over you like the weight of the sky, crushing you with their ambiguity. It’s cruel, how vaguely he speaks. Doesn’t he know what he’s doing to you? How he makes you feel? All you can do is gape at him, the air filling with so much tension that you’re sure he can feel it too. 

The countdown starts in the other room and delays your inevitable spiral. Nodding at him, you look at the grapes in front of you, preparing yourself for the task you originally set out to do.

You’re so focused that you miss how Osamu’s still looking at you. 

ONE MINUTE PAST MIDNIGHT, and you’ve both finished your grapes. The faint echoes of drunken cheering filter in from the other room– a signal that it’s time to leave the kitchen and rejoin the celebration. Despite this, neither you or Osamu have moved from your places under the table. You’re still so close. The sound of your shaky breaths dance together, and the heat of his touch burns your skin. 

He hasn’t stopped looking at you. 

You try not to meet his gaze. It’s charged and entirely too intense for you to even begin to wrap your head around what it all means. Maybe you’re looking too deeply into things again. But you don’t think you are. 

Eyes darting around the room, you settle on looking at the clock. Its ticking has sped back up to a normal pace, and you focus on the calming rhythm. 

It’s useless, though. You can’t ignore him. Not for long. 

“What?” You breathe out, still not looking at him directly. 

“Nothin’,” He echoes, voice equally quiet. 

You swallow, finally allowing yourself to indulge in the intimacy of having his complete attention. Examining his face, your eyes widen. He’s really staring. You squirm from the intensity of the situation, accidentally bumping his side. You squeak out a “Sorry!” And he laughs. It’s full of warmth and affection, and it makes the hairs on your arm stand. 

Your breath hitches. Has he always acted like this with you? 

He says your name and smiles softly. Gaze pining you in place, dark eyes filled with intent, “Ya think we’ll both get what we want this year?” 

Your stomach flips.  

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You ask. The closeness paired with the intensity of his stare is almost unbearable. You’re sure he can see your heart beating out of your chest if he hadn’t picked up on it already.

He shrugs, “Dunno.” Then he gets up from under the table, brushing dust off his knees. The ghost of his touch lingers on your skin, and you have half the mind to tell him to come back. Under the table, it felt like you two were in your own world, but now you’re worlds apart. 

His hand falls in front of your face to help you up, and you accept it just to feel him touch you again. 

It’s silent for a moment as you two stand next to each other. You’re still close, even though you don’t have to be. 

“Hey,” Osamu says softly, voice cutting through the tension, “Happy New Year.” 

You blink at him, chest tight, “Yeah, Happy New Year.” 

He hesitates, just for a moment, mouth opening like he wants to say something more, “I…” He starts but then shakes his head, “I think a lot’s gonna change this year.” 

You ache from everything left unspoken and what could be. An indescribable feeling settles over you, and your mind races with possibility. This year is a fresh slate– a chance for something new.

With luck on your side, maybe that something new could be with Osamu.

—a/n HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!! This was supposed to be a 500 word drabble for a multi-character post, but I got a bit carried away…whoops! I hope you guys enjoyed regardless. I know longer fics don’t typically do well on tumblr, so If you read everything, I’m very grateful! I hope the Holiday season treated everyone who celebrate well :3.  

–a/n #2: according to mexican tradition, you’re supposed to match your underwear to what aligns with your desire for the new year. you and osamu both wore red aka the color of love. do with that what u will. (@cherrysurf gave me this idea!) 

[ask-the-rag-dolly]

this is probably disappointing considering the amount of stuff i've Promised to show in phase 2 , the plot threads i've set up , and the absolute CLIFFHANGER i've left you all on . but i'm unfortunately at the point where i ... Can't do any of that .

for the record - this is just as disappointing for me as it is for you . i did NOT lose the motivation . i did not lose the energy to continue the ask blog . in fact , i very much Wish that i could continue it ! i even had PLANNED PANELS that i would post when this thing's out of the hiatus ! it's just that the factors were ... out of my control , really .

basically 2025 is going to be my busiest . i simply cannot find a way to fit the ask blog into my schedule without sacrificing things ( my mental health , my academics ) that ... i don't Want to sacrifice ... !

so what's next ? well , if it's any consolation , some of these plot threads ( dolly's face , what did the bossman do ? , where did the virus came from ? ) would wrap up in the @spread-the-influence comic , but that's it

i will keep this blog up for archival purposes . i do think about giving it a momentary revival when The Ragasode ( episode 5 ) comes out but it'll just be normal ragatha without the lore . for now , this thing's done . any more tadc art and ramblings will be in my main tumblr account that i'm sure you guys can find it's okay i believe in you .

( i'm like The Ragatha Guy seriously i'm sure you can easily find it if i feel like posting in that account )

when will the q&a portion end ? errr ... either in a day or two , or if i think i've answered enough questions . but yeah . ask me about what i've planned , the things i've scrapped , any dialogue i wanted to add , anddd ... Yeah !

[cameronwillow]

Talk to me

Rafe Cameron x fem reader hurt comfort blurb.

You and Rafe have been dating over six months. But your mental state is preventing him from getting closer to you. And he can’t hold it in.

CW: Angst with comforting ending. Dialogue/actions by reader depicting depression and borderline personality disorder. Drawn from my own feelings and experience. Non graphic descriptions of self inflicted bruises and other things.

Rafe hadn’t dealt with anything like this and it was apparent. He knew of his own suffering, seen it in his father and sisters with his mom’s death. You had been dating for over six months but Rafe still felt like he couldn’t get completely close to you.

As much of an asshole as it made him, Rafe hadn’t been around a woman who wasn’t expressive like others. You pulled back. Became��cold and distant.

It hurt to see you like that. Compared to the moments where you were so full of life, when you smiled or laughed. Rafe was scared to admit he loved you, had fallen for you quickly. It was selfish but he hadn’t told you yet either.

He hadn’t heard from you all day. Rafe constantly checked his phone, paranoid that maybe he’d miss a text message but nothing. He was very worried. You were spiraling. He’d even seen you get so angry that you slammed a glass table and broke it.

Rafe sped to your apartment, broke a speeding law but he didn’t care. He did a barely decent parking job as he let himself in with a key. And the code to the security system because you armed the house like you were in mission impossible.

It was dark and you weren’t in the living room. He called out your name but stopped when he saw the bedroom door cracked.

Rafe saw you in bed, seeing your hair in the midst of messy blankets. It was almost seven pm. And it didn’t look like you left much.

“Baby,” He called out and you stirred. He walked over and sat next to you. His hand gently shaking your shoulder.

You groaned and sat up. Your hair was messy and you rubbed your eyes. “Hey, I’m sorry have you been here long?”

“Nah, just got here. You haven’t answered me. Have you been asleep all day?” Rafe didn’t intend on sounding angry but it came out. You bristled and put your hair up.

“Mostly yes. I’m sorry. I was so tired. Even now I could sleep.”

“Well sorry to disrupt you. You couldn’t pick up the phone just once and tell me?” Rafe crossed his arms and he was shocked when you rolled your eyes.

“God, Rafe, for one day I’m too tired and you’re biting my head off. I wasn’t ignoring you, I was asleep.”

“You’re just rotting away lately. All you’ve been doing this week has been-less than normal. You barely eat when I take you out and I’m pretty sure that’s the only time you even do. You’re pushing me away and I don’t know why.”

“Rafe. I slept today. I didn’t fucking commit a crime. Get off my back.” You snapped at him and got up. Rafe gasped sharply when he saw your exposed skin.

Bruises, scabs and other things he couldn’t see quick enough because you turned away from him. You wore an oversized sweatshirt, long enough to reach your knees and Rafe got up too.

“Why are you covered in bruises?” You swatted his hand but Rafe was stronger and saw the split knuckles on your hand. He gripped your wrist and pulled it closer. His eyes were wide in horror.

Rafe then noticed your dresser. The top drawer was cracked.

“Did you punch that?! Give yourself bloody knuckles? Did you do all this on purpose?” Rafe took your clenched jaw and lack of response as a yes. “God, why the hell would you do this? You do that instead of calling me?”

With a surprising amount of strength, you jerked your arm away and started to walk away. But he was quick to step in front of you.

“no, stop avoiding this! Just talk to me, why won’t you just talk to me? I’m right here!”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” You ground out and Rafe sighed in frustration.

“Okay we’ll do it for me-“

“This isn’t fucking about you, Rafe Cameron!” You screamed and Rafe flinched back. You’d never raised your voice in front of him or at him. You looked furious and you were breathing heavily. “I’m. Fucking. Tired. I’m tired of breathing. I’m tired of eating. I’m tired of feeling like this. I’m tired of not feeling at all. And I’m tired of myself. I stay up all night looking at the goddamn ceiling wishing for anyone to take away all this pain and shit memories I live with!” You were so loud that Rafe’s ears hurt but he was silent.

“How am I supposed to call you and say anything when I don’t have the energy to move? How am I supposed to burden you more than you already are? Oh yeah, Rafe I’m gonna call you up and whine, cry and ask you to help me. Are you kidding? No one has ever given me mercy. Any compassion and I’m not gonna put myself in that position ever again. Everything hurts. Everyday hurts. I don’t want to be awake. I don’t want to look at myself.” You took a deep breath as the mask started to come again.

“So, it’s better to just take it out on myself, sleep whenever I’m able to, suck it up and keep moving. And the last thing I need is you yelling at me when I’m just trying to survive!”

Rafe blinked as you trembled with suppressed emotion and he wanted to kick himself. He was such a dick. He felt awful and he wanted to fucking grovel. It was so unbelievably hard to hear you talk like that. And he didn’t know what to say.

He crushed you into a hug, his arms around you fiercely tight. His head leaned against yours and he pressed kisses against your head. You were still.

“What are you doing? Why aren’t you just-“ Rafe pulled back and cupped your face. He kissed you, hard and deeply. You made a noise of surprise and he lifted you into his arms.

Rafe set you down on the bed. He knelt in front of you. He set his hands on your marred skin, as if not concerned at all as you shifted uncomfortably.

“I’m shit at this. Everyone thinks im a fucking idiot and sometimes I am. But I’m sorry. For being an asshole and…” Rafe brought your knuckles up and kissed the skin. “I’m gonna get you patched up. I’ve had to do it myself a fair amount. Princess, I love you. And I want to be here. I don’t want you to push me away.”

His sincerity moved you and you gave him a small smile. “I love you too.” Rafe enjoyed it for a second and cupped the back of your head.

“Cmon, baby. Let’s get you at least…physically okay and then we’ll go from there, alright?”

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[ebp-brain]

a remus/sirius ficlet for new year's!

happy new year, everyone! I hope to write more fic this year so I'm starting today. -ebp

Remus Lupin's New Year's Resolutions, 1/1/1979

1. Get out of the flat more often. Go for a walk at least once/day.

2. Less takeaway. Soup is easy; make soup.

3. Buy the good chocolate sometimes. You can afford it if it’s just once in awhile.

4. Tell friends more things more often. Ask for more of what you need. They won’t hate you for it. You should know this by now.

Tell James it bothers you when he suggests solutions to your problems that require tremendous amounts of inherited wealth (e.g. buy house instead of renting shitty flat).

Tell Peter to stick up for himself esp. re: not liking spicy food???

Tell Sirius that

5. Stop feeling bad about your feelings.

6. THOUGHTS DO NOT MAKE YOU BAD.

Even those ones.

7. Let yourself at least express your thoughts to yourself.

Admit that you

Fuck

8. Ask for small raise at work + call in sick if needed after full moons.

9. Maybe you could write him a letter. Not to send (actually you should send it but let’s say you won’t so you actually write it). Just say that you’re sorry but you have feelings for him and you know that this is probably awkward but you’ll get over it like he got over James fifth year and it’ll be fine and normal once you’ve admitted it to him!

Tell him not to get a big head about it. Yeah, yeah, everyone wants him, sure, but they don’t know he’s a complete MESS they just know he has good HAIR and a kissable MOUTH

So what does it say about me that I do know he’s a mess and I still want him?

10. Maybe less self-analysis this year. Maybe more risk taking.

Addendum from SB 1/31/79: Remus, you’re adorable. Sorry to read your super secret New Year’s resolutions but I got bored while you were in the shower and poked around your desk and they were just lying out under a big stack of notebooks and library books and blank rolls of parchment so I couldn’t help seeing them. Glad you followed resolution number 10 or you’d have suffered the tragedy of missing out on my KISSABLE MOUTH and GOOD HAIR. Also, I’m going to buy you a whole box of the good chocolate and you can’t stop me!!

UPDATE: now with a companion ficlet

[izvmimi]

cw: sickfic with light smut. luffy pays attention to things sometimes.

After your fifth sneeze in a row, Luffy finally lets go of his hold around you, but not before flipping you over so that you turn in his direction, his overwrapped arms snapping back into place as you spin 360 and hit the bed with a gasp.

“Luffy!”

“Maybe you are a bit louder than I expected,” he frowns.

It’s the dead of night, but the moon outside is near full, allowing a small amount of light to enter the inn room the two of you are sharing. Even if Chopper is one of the best doctors you know, you’d gotten particularly sensitive to the rocking of the sea since your illness, and Nami had suggested that you dock at a nearby island to wait out the rest of it, since the crew wasn’t in a hurry anywhere in particular anyway.

Normally, you should be quarantining, but no matter how hard you insisted, Luffy reassured you that he’d never succumb to whatever was currently beating your immune system into submission. Tonight would be the first night Luffy comes to bed with you despite Chopper’s additional pleas, but now even he is whining, albeit for a silly reason.

“The sneezing is one thing, but the snoring and coughing…” he frowns, and once you’ve recovered from your head spinning due to his sudden maneuvering of your body, you complain through congested nostrils that he shouldn't jostle you around and he continues his thought, stating, “I don’t see how I’m going to get any sleep tonight.”

“Listen, I told you not to come in here, I can’t fucking help it.”

“Yeah, but then you’d be here hacking all alone and that’s not very fun, is it?” He’s propped his head up with his elbow by now, looking at you as if you’re a particularly hard puzzle to solve and that starts to annoy you.

“Leave me to do it if you’re just gonna whine all night.”

Luffy pouts, pressing a hand over your forehead. You still feel clammy, but his warm palm is somewhat soothing to the touch. 

“Do you need more soup?” he asks.

“No, I’m not hungry.”

He sighs and rolls onto his back.

“Man, a meal would really hit the spot right now.”

“Luffy, it’s probably 2am.” 

He rolls again in your direction, then frowns at you once more. “And?”

You give him an inquisitive look for a moment, then turn away from him.

“Okay, I’m going back to bed. If you’d like to leave, the door is right over there.”

You point with one hand, reaching over the nightstand for an unused tissue, and blow loudly into it like a horn. He laughs, and you can feel your head starting to steam.

“Are you laughing?!” you hiss, as you turn, but he’s suddenly too close again, enough that you nearly knock foreheads.

“You sound like a horn so yes,” he giggles, but then he places a hand on your cheek.

“Hey.”

There’s a sudden shift in his mood that accompanies the lowering of his lids. You know that look, and you can’t believe that look, given how disheveled you look - snotty with deep, dark circles and more wadded up tissues littering the room than you can count. 

Your hand moves in that direction, but his wrist catches it first and guides it right there - to the bulging erection now forming a mound in his pants.

“You’re unbelievable,” you murmur, but your cheeks warm. The headache you already have is pounding slightly worse with the rise of your blood pressure, but it’s pleasant to think that this goofy man still wants you despite how gross you’ve been for the past 24, no 48 whole hours. Your fingers close carefully on the imprint in his bottoms, palm clutching the base.

“I’m so gross right now, how can you-”

“Can I tell you something Law told me once?” Luffy says, a glimmer of something mischievous in his eye. You wonder what Law suddenly has to do with the situation, but Luffy’s hand moves to reach the part of your body that equals the part you’ve started to stroke languidly, your lips parting slightly as you watch him.

“Yeah.”

Luffy’s hand slips under the waistband of your cotton shorts, and another layer deeper to slide past the mound of your pussy and tap gently on your clit. You shudder at the touch, and he grins, pulling your leg over his hip as he finds your slit and trails his fingers around it.

“He said orgasms help with colds.”

You blink at him, incredulously, but his finger slips deeper into your center. Your arms reach out to roost around his neck, your head turning into your pillow as you cough again.

“How did that even come up in conversation?” you ask him suspiciously, voice distorted through postnasal drip and want, and he murmurs an “Ionno” while letting his finger tease in and out.

“But it’s worth a try,” he adds. “If it’ll help you breathe better.”

Another finger slips into your hole and you can feel the muscles in your lower abs tense.

“Luffy, I’m gonna cough and be gross, I just-”

“Do it then,” he encourages, taking your lips in a short kiss, so as to not suffocate you, then slips further down to drag his tongue down your slit.

You gasp your legs tightening around his legs, but he keeps going, kissing and sucking and pulling out whatever he can from you until you’re trembling, slick wetness spread on his face with a grin.

“Can I put it in?” he asks. His fingers have replaced his tongue again, and you’re quivering and sensitive, panting but surprisingly clearer in your voice.

You are still catching your breath and he leaves a few smooches to your pussy before clarifying. “I’ll go slow, and we can stop anytime!”

He looms over you, intertwining his fingers with yours, teeth flashing in the light as he appreciates your sweaty, disheveled self. He looks at you like one might look at a small, cute animal, and buries his head in your chest for a moment, taking a nipple in his mouth before letting go with a pop.

“You decide if you can handle it.”

You ponder for a moment and then nod quickly, your eyes clenching tightly with the lining up of his cockhead at your entrance, eased in by the natural lubrication of saliva and your own juices. His fingers tighten as he slides in, watching your visage carefully for any distress. He pauses, and your eyes open.

“It’s okay, Luffy,” you mewl, still sniffling but your sinuses clearing. “Don’t hesitate.” You can’t handle being teased, twitching at the contact that’s too much yet definitely not enough.

His face buries into your neck as he presses in, deep all at once, biting gently at your skin to distract from the potent stretch, and you cry out, legs and arms tightening around him as he waits for you to adjust to him, and with every moan and sigh, and the orgasm you feel him dragging out of you, you can feel your sinuses clear.

Maybe he can learn something or two after all.

[p0orbaby]

can you do a little blurb for leah taking care of reader, they went to skii and reader broke her leg it happened to me but luckily i just sprained it😭

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The house is too quiet, save for the hum of the kettle in the kitchen and the faint creak of Leah padding back and forth across the wooden floors. She’s muttering under her breath, something about how tea cures everything. You’re not convinced. You’re sprawled on the couch like a tragic heroine in a Victorian novel, one leg elevated and encased in an obscene amount of plaster.

You hadn’t even wanted to go skiing. Leah had insisted. “It’ll be fun,” she’d said. “You’ll love it.” And like an idiot, you believed her.

Now, you’re convinced the only thing skiing is good for is humiliation and orthopaedic bills.

“I brought you tea,” Leah announces, placing a mug on the table in front of you with all the delicacy of a bomb disposal expert. She doesn’t sit immediately. Instead, she hovers, hands on hips, like she’s waiting for a thank you that isn’t coming.

You glance at the tea. “I can’t reach it”

Leah sighs dramatically, though you notice the corner of her mouth twitch. “Do you want me to get you a straw?”

“Maybe”

She rolls her eyes but picks up the mug and holds it to your lips like you’re a baby bird. It’s both endearing and mildly infuriating. “You’re so helpless,” she says, but there’s no malice in it.

“I wouldn’t be if someone hadn’t convinced me to strap two planks to my feet and hurl myself down a mountain”

Leah snorts, setting the mug down again. “You were barely off the beginner slope”

“It was steep”

“It was a mild incline,” she counters, but there’s warmth in her voice now, a teasing lilt that makes you want to argue just for the sake of it.

You glare at her, though it’s half-hearted. “You’re enjoying this”

“Not the part where you got hurt,” she says quickly, sitting on the edge of the couch and brushing a strand of hair from your face. “But maybe the part where you have to rely on me for everything”

“Don’t get used to it”

“Oh, I’m treasuring every moment,” she says, her grin infuriatingly smug.

You groan and let your head fall back against the cushions. “I hate this. I can’t do anything. I can’t even wee without help”

“That’s not true,” Leah says brightly. “You managed just fine this morning”

“Only because you held the crutches steady”

“Which I did brilliantly, by the way,” she adds, leaning back and crossing her arms like she’s expecting applause.

You roll your eyes. “Saint Leah of the Crutches. Patron saint of poor, unfortunate souls”

“Exactly.” She reaches for the remote and switches on the TV, flipping aimlessly through channels before settling on a repeat of Bake Off. “You know,” she says, nudging your uninjured foot, “this isn’t so bad. It’s like a little staycation. Except instead of a spa, we’ve got NHS-issued painkillers and bad daytime telly”

You don’t dignify that with a response, choosing instead to stare mournfully at the leg that’s become both a burden and a punchline.

Leah glances at you, her teasing dimming slightly. “Hey,” she says softly. “You’ll be back to normal soon. And then you can tell everyone how brave you were”

“Brave,” you repeat flatly. “I cried when the paramedic cut my ski trousers”

“They were really nice trousers,” she agrees.

“Expensive, too”

“Don’t worry,” Leah says, and there’s that twinkle in her eye again. “I’ll buy you new ones. And maybe some knee pads. Or a bubble wrap suit”

You huff a laugh despite yourself. “You’re annoying”

“But alas, you still love me,” she says, leaning in and pressing a quick kiss to your temple.

You can’t argue with that, so you don’t. Instead, you let her settle beside you, her arm slung around your shoulders, and together you watch Paul Hollywood critique someone’s soggy bottom.

[portablecity]

where i grew up, the hangout spot was the mall, and it was bleak, folks! but it was more accessible than the playgrounds and parks (not allowed to be in them if little kids were in them; also not allowed to be in them after sunset) and it asked less from you than a coffee shop or fast food restaurant (seating time limit, minimum purchases) and it was more protected than the various parking lots outside takeout spots and coffee shops where teens would park their cars and just loiter. Despite the many signs with instructions not to loiter.

The thing about the mall, though, is that while you could walk around indoors with your friends the whole time it was open and never buy anything, and you could sit in the food court, or on benches throughout the mall, until the mall cops chased you out of that one corner into the next farther along, the problem with it really was that it was a fucking mall. I know we live in an absolutely advertising saturated age now, so it might be hard to sort of separate this out, but it's actually not a positive experience to do all of your socializing and relaxing in a space that is constantly selling you things.

one of the problems of being constantly sold to is that it can be difficult not to talk about the subjects that are being put in front of you, even if you have no risk of actually spending money on them. So in the mall we would find ourselves talking constantly about clothes and makeup and shoes and magazines - yeah I'm old enough for magazines - and maybe, if the mall we were in had relevant stores, books or music or video games. But you couldn't watch a movie or play a video game together in the mall, and eventually the bookstore staff would come and chase you out if you all sat on the floor to read anything. and the only music you got to hear was piped in over loud speakers.

actually like think about that for a second, if you do all of your hanging out in the mall, the only music that you get to hear with your friends is the music that stores play at you to get you in the mood to buy their stuff. When people try and explain why we got so fucking sick of nickelback, I want you to imagine a world where that is the most interesting music the mall is willing to play for you, and they are going to play it on loop.

The other thing about hanging out in the mall, though this maybe changed by age and location, was it was likely that a bunch of you worked in the mall. So you already spent a fair amount of your time listening to mall music, quickly eating food court food, and dealing with other mall patrons, including your friends, for minimum wage. takes the shine off pretty quickly, I think.

When I first started working at the mall I was really curious about what the mall was like when it wasn't open, if there was sort of a secret second layer to the mall of back passages to garbage bins or bank deposit slots, if there was an interesting layer to its liminal space. unfortunately I think the answer in most cases is a firm no. malls exist to sell you things, and they are very much optimized to do that, and they don't tend to have interesting misused corners while in normal operation. dead malls are different.

so yeah hanging out in the mall, I can definitely see how with the few other options on the table the mall can look pretty good but More than a lot of places, a mall is designed to convince you the that you're the sort of person who wants to spend all of their money on the things at the mall has, and people have worked for decades and decades to optimize the architecture, the visual design, the sound design and everything else towards that goal. it turns your friendships and your social life into a thing that happens explicitly at the site of spending money, of consumption, etc. I don't think it's great.

and I do think a lot about how the internet these days is so riddled with ads and so intensely about consumption, shopping, products. I think we've really found ourselves in a place where all we have is the mall, just, the shittiest version of it.

I understand that we're all mourning the death of public third spaces and feeling nostalgic for how things were in the 80s or whatever, but in terms of lost treasures of the past, I feel like people are losing sight of the fact that the go-to hangout spot being a shopping center/"mall" was already a pretty bleak expression of how (especially US) culture revolved around capitalist consumerism? Even before they started to ban teenagers from existing there.

Idk whenever I see a nostalgic aesthetic post venerating the lost magic of a shopping multiplex I just imagine in 30 years time people going "these were the good times... What we lost" and then just posting a screenshot of the Amazon.com homepage, pffff

When we rebuild society I feel like we should try to make the social centerpieces/hangout spots like, parks, and entertainment/community/leisure centers, rather than money extraction complexes

[cheetabites]

☆彡 cinnamon pt 2 ˳༄꠶

character: kang dae-ho (player 388)

˳༄꠶ summary: five sfw and nsfw general headcannons for dae-ho

sfw headcannons

★ he’s a man that knows how to dress himself well. in korea, the importance on appearance is a reinforced by society so lots of people dress good, but i’m telling you that he knows how to keep up appearances - even if his clothes remain casual, all his outfits look good on him; he mainly wears black high waisted dress pants w/ wide pant legs paired with a loose fitting shirt & a cardigan or an oversized hoodie w/ cargo pants

★ he has a sad playlist that he jams out to regularly; even if nothing bad happened. he could be doing the most mundane task - like walking down the streets of korea - and one of the most heartbreaking songs would be blasting out of his earphones

★ he hates needles, and i mean he hates them. sure, he got a tattoo, but if he has to do anything like getting his blood drawn he’ll bolt it out of there - unless you’re there and you hold his hand

★ he’s one of those people that keeps all their app tabs open on their phone. and probably barely has any storage space because of the amount of pictures he has of you and other things; he doesn’t want to delete them because he thinks he’ll forget the moment

★ he’s big on physical touch. there isn’t a moment where he can go on without holding your hand or wrapping his arms around your shoulders from behind. it’s also normal for him to place tiny kisses on your face whenever the opportunity arises

nsfw headcannons

★ loves to tell you how beautiful you are when you please each other. your hair could be messy and sticking to your face, or you’re sweating profusely, but it doesn’t matter. he never wants to think your any less than beautiful

★ he really likes when you ride him; especially when he’s just laying flat - no hands on you or anything - on the bed and you lay your palms flat on his shoulders for support

★ the idea of you just using him for pleasure really gets him off - like if you were stressed and needed to blow of steam so you decide to pin him down and be a little bit mean and condescending while you please him; he usually cries when you guys fuck like that, but it’s always out of pleasure

★ he wouldn’t want to have sex anywhere besides the bedroom. i feel like both of you tried it once in a more public place - like maybe one of your guys’ cars or in a hotel room - but it turned him off so bad that you both agreed to not try that again

★ he’s all for waking you up by eating you out (consensual somnophilia); hearing you gasp as you awake and having you card your fingers through his hair to tug on it, it’s one of the best sights he’d ever witnessed. he usually does this on the days he has to work cause he loves riling you up, but he always makes sure to clean you up before he leaves

the end! i hope you enjoyed <3!

[furiousgoldfish]

We often can't help ourselves but to look at other people's experiences of abuse to see who has it worse, to put our own situation in some sort of context, to place ourselves in this big scale of how bad it was. We're used to comparing, because in abuse we are often compared to every fictional scenario of 'who has it worse', to make us shut up about our own situation, so if we have some real scenarios to compare ourselves to, we will. Even if we know it's bad to compare, that pain is pain, and all abuse is bad, we still wanna know where we are in this fictional scale of who had the most horrible abuse. The implication being, that only people who had it worst are allowed to complain about it and have symptoms.

And I think it's natural to a point, to want your experiences put into some sort of context, to be able to see how our experiences compare to others, and we're not necessarily doing it to make anyone else feel bad or shut anyone up. We don't believe in the hierarchy of 'who had it worse', we just want to know exactly where we are in the scale and to adjust our behaviour accordingly (we need to know our place in the hierarchy to know if we're allowed to complain and show symptoms.)

But the thing is, the consequences  and the symptoms won't necessarily reflect the hierarchy. The damage from the abuse will sometimes come from the intensity and the perceived amount of trauma in the situation, but it will also come from what the abuse communicated to us, and what it taught us. Because if we were exposed to abuse, any kind, it is likely we all got communicated the exact same thing to us: you're not worthy of acceptance and love. You're not inherently deserving of happiness and care. You've deserved to be hurt, it's normal and natural for others to hurt you. You're a burden on others. You're unlovable. You can only exist in specific conditions where you're being consistently punished for being who you are. You're weak. You're supposed to be handling everything better. You're incapable of living a normal life. You're too sensitive and too emotional. You're a failure and you won't ever be able to deserve anything.

Whether these messages are communicated via violence, neglect, shaming, guilt-tripping, manipulation, exploitation, the consequences are the same. A person feeling deep shame about who they are, feeling alienated from human society, scared of being seen for who they are, scared of trusting others, desperate for positive attention but either ashamed or completely oblivious to how to get it without inviting further abuse into their life. Most of us have these consequences in common, despite the intensity or duration of abuse; and it's equally devastating for all of us.

We're taught to look for differences and levels of intensity of abuse, but the reality is that the hierharchy and scale are not real in any tangible or comparable ways; we all have much more in common than we have different between us. We're all cut off from feeling loved or safe, we're all alienated and struggling to feel like a part of society, we're all betrayed by our loved ones, we're all insecure in our personal relationships and identity, we're all struggling to keep any kind of faith in humanity. The scale was inflicted on us in order to silence us from speaking up about it; it created this mythical person who had it so much worse and is allowed to complain, while we're not, because we didn't have it as bad. But all of us had something cut off form us, and all of us should say it. We don't need to alienate ourselves from each other based on variety of abuse because we can speak in unison about how it affected us.

There's nobody who's 'not being abused bad enough to be allowed to complain' because all abuse alienates us from ourselves and our humanity, and it's going to be more similar to what everyone else abused is going trough, than it is from being treated in a normal and humane way.

[jazeswhbhaven]

I just want sth fluff right now... How about a week with the kings (plus Lucifer) turn into a smol boiiii (still chosen between their mind still normal or a completely child).

Hehe wonder if the whole kingdom would turn upside down because of the mother side of MC :3 (like they're a really good mother/caretaker/...)

(ok I'm sorry for the grammar, english is not my first language 🥹🥹)

Thank you for waiting anon, and don't worry I understood what you meant!

MC being a caretaker for our kings when they suddenly get turned into toddler versions of themselves is so much fun to think about honestly. They were probably all just little menaces'~

Lead in: Uh oh, a strange spell has come across Hell! For a week in springtime, it seems that a certain tree has spread pollen and affected only certain devils, that being the kings...and now they're? young devils? They have physically regressed in age to that of a small child (each king looking different based on the amount of pollen they inhaled). Let's see how MC will fare having to be a caretaker for them!

Satan: He's so mischievous, getting into everything and breaking things. And who knew a devil this age would still be teething with all of his teeth in?! There's bite marks in the furniture, the curtains, just about everything. He's also got a mouth on him, and plays pranks often. Sitri is being driven mad, and Ppyong has been chewed on like a toy far too much. Here comes MC to the rescue! They can't really discipline him that well, but they are firm by wrapping him up in a thick blanket burrito so he can move. He's a bit feisty and likes to test MC, but that's nothing for them. Though they had to be careful when feeding him or he's liable to take off their fingers in the process. The entire week goes well, and thankfully MC doesn't have to change any diapers. But...Satan purposely doesn't aim for the toilet so the walls are uh...quite filthy. Good thing this was only for a week and Gehenna is back to somewhat of normalcy.

Mammon: Thankfully, when he was turned into a small devil again he didn't inhale too much of the pollen resembling a 10 year old boy. As a child, Mammon was sick a lot and had to be monitored. He was just as curious and still didn't have that filter. So for the most part he was self sufficient. MC still needed to be there for him just to make sure he doesn't get himself hurt. And now that he's got MC to care for him, he gets in his feelings, still remembering everything that happened to him before...he clings to MC, often cuddling and being silent. Sometimes even crying. MC getting to see him this emotional more often is a nice change of pace as he seems to just bury his emotions more often as an adult. MC even sings to him, reads to him, and lets him sleep in the same bed with a few stuffed toys. When the week is over, he's back to himself but there's something slightly different about him now. It seems that maybe, his inner child has healed just a little.

Beelzebub: For whatever reason, he's a toddler, and just as rambunctious and destructive. His powers are still quite strong, and are out of control. Bael thought he couldn't get work done then? He certain can't now. Paperwork drawn on with crayon, puddles of acid spit, random half eaten piles of food...and hide and seek seems to be his favorite game that turns into a disaster when he's hiding in one of the many ADULT clubs in Aybssos. It's up to MC to help rangle in this small devil and fast. They prepare pre-made snacks of his favorite foods, the games that MC comes up with are good enough for his short attention span and fun enough to repeat multiple times of the day, a large room where he can color on the walls and crawl on them even, and well he can even use the targets added in for practice with aiming his acidic spit. It's a full time job looking after Beel, but MC has it done. It was also the most difficult week for everyone at the palace. Worst part is...Beel doesn't remember anything once he's back to normal.

Leviathan: You'd assume that looking over a small Levi would be easy. Um, it's not. Him being back at that age that he was brings back horrible memories of when he was in Heaven in the devil camps. He's lashing out on all the citizens of Hades, even his nobles, paranoia, nightmares, not wanting to come out of his coffin nor eat. It's a mess. MC has a lot of work cut out for them, but they go into this with grace and patience. Levi doesn't trust them, and MC has the bruises and scratches to prove it. But slowly through the week, he starts to calm down, though still independent. The only other noble MC has to worry about is Orias who has been trying to take advantage of this situation. But it seems that Levi's innocence deters him (and MC protecting Levi) The last half of the week, Levi is now sleeping with MC inside the coffin so his nightmares aren't as bad. He's even played a couple games with them, and held their hand just out of nowhere. When he's back to normal, he doesn't admit to anything that happened with MC while they were there, denying pretty much everything. But he's closer to MC now after the event. At least Hades is back in working order!

Lucifer: SMALL ANGEL LUCI??? When MC had the prevleige of seeing him this way, he's very much adorable. His wings have temporarily returned, but they're tiny, just itty bitty. His hair is fluffy, eyes wide and full of wonder, and his halo is so bright and cheery. This a different side of Luci that must have died over time being in Heaven. But during this time he's very quiet, likes to cling on MC, and his nobles, riding on their backs and asking for snacks and angel milk. Gamigin helps MC the most, the jingling of his staff actually being soothing to small angel Luci. Paradise Lost though for the entire week was just as it was before. Mostly peaceful, nothing important going on other than this. The week turns out to be pretty easy for MC in watching him. When he's back to normal, he kindly asks MC to never mention what they saw to anyone. His nobles also will die with this secret. MC feels important, knowing that even Luci's own brothers have never seen him that young.

Belphegor: Huh...well it seems the pollen has turned Belphie into a baby. And even when he's sleeping, he causes alot of problems for Nifelheim. His little baby snores causes earthquakes, he also soils his diaper during his sleep even though he's only been drinking milk....those diaper changes are near radioactive. When he wakes up and cries to be fed it's like a high pitched ear splitting cry. At least the best part is when he's asleep, in a deep deep sleep? No thing happens. And thankfully, he was asleep for the majority of the week. There was only once where MC had to deal with him awake and he was cranky the entire time. Non-stop crying, hair pulling, and demanding that Beleth holds him as he was biting his arm with his gums to teeth. Beleth did well, he and MC acting like a married couple while watching him. The week may have been over and done and he was back to normal, but goodness. Maybe it's a good thing he was sleeping for majority of his life until recently. Him being awake as a young devil is a pain.

Asmodeus: It's rumored that no one has seen Asmo as a young devil. Well that changed when MC got to watch him. He's...a lot less horny as a small devil which is a relief. He was still mischievous, and often hinted wanting milk from MC even though they had no ability to breastfeed/produce milk. But it was strange that he would ask that when he's...a young child devil. Oh, well maybe he was starting his puberty early. But it's no matter, his charming abilities were still working all to well meaning that MC spoiled him with pretty much attention and affection. He was still very behaved and would often be reading or writing something in a journal. MC partially wishes he could be like this all the time and wondered where all that horny energy came from even as the embodiment of lust. Maybe he'd tell her later when he was back to normal. Abaddon didn't change much at all in his absence, the guards holding things down as per usual.

[scenetocause]

for a prompt— something something the contrast of Lando’s smooth legs vs Oscar’s hairy ones… basically Oscar thigh worship maybe😅 and/or Lando and Oscar comparing hand sizes

"You're like, proper hairy mate." Lando's got his hands on Oscar's thighs, nearly fucking spanning them because he has dimensions as bonkers as anything about him.

"Not really?" Oscar's seen Mark's legs when they're out on the bikes. Shudders, sometimes, at the thought of grey hair there.

"Yeah you are, look." Lando jams his own thigh between Oscar's. "You're all hairy, compared to me."

The temptation to tell Lando that's because he is actually some sort of hairless freak is strong. Except that it wouldn't be totally fair, since the guy has exactly the amount of pubes you'd expect and a bit of a trail down his chest that's more than Oscar can do, honestly.

It's just that on his arms and legs he only has the slightest dusting of soft, golden hair. Just enough to make his skin sort of glitter a bit, in sunlight, make him seem even more ethereal, a creature picked by god. And, apparently, Oscar.

"A bit, yeah," he concedes.

Lando looks up at him, sharply. "S'hot. Like it, like," his horrendous, huge fingers sort of bury themselves in the hair on Oscar's thighs. "Yeah, like that."

"Okay." He's basically used, now, to Lando doing weird sex things. Not like, weird sex things in a normal way - Oscar expected a bit of that but if anything Lando's more vanilla than he is - more like. Having sex in a chaotically incoherent way that doesn't match up to anything Oscar's ever done before.

It's endearing and Lando's not selfconscious about it. Doesn't seem to know other people don't do it like this, all over the top and strange. Lando gets off on things Oscar doesn't think he probably could - like this, just his hands in Oscar's thigh hair while he's grinding his cock against Oscar's left knee - except it's so blindingly hot watching him do it he's usually not far off joining him.

"Do you like it?" It must be pretty obvious he does. They're both naked and Oscar's dick is standing straight against his own stomach, twitching when Lando edges his hands higher, towards the seam of Oscar's hips.

"Yeah, I do. It's nice." Lando needs to be told, sometimes. Maybe he does know how weird he is, that not everyone gets off like this.

"Good." Lando's a bit pink, wild eyed in the way he gets when he's really enjoying something. "Cus I really like it. Looks so hot, with your cock like - yeah."

Oscar can't help preening a bit, reaching for his own dick even while he's leaning over to kiss Lando. Kissing's one of the few things Lando isn't utterly bizarre about, usually very much a giver in letting Oscar lead, surprisingly affectionate and gentle.

"Oh my god," Lando's eyes are like saucers, suddenly. "Could you, like - when you come, can you get it on, y'know."

"I can probably manage to jizz on my own leg mate, yes." Honestly.

"Fuck," Lando closes his eyes, moans, then seems to realise he needs them open if he wants to watch. "That's so hot."

It's clearly not going to last long for Lando, Oscar's knee already wet with whatever's leaking out of his dick. So he sets an aggressive pace, working his own hand to get him there before Lando does. It's just as well he's got such a strong competitive spirit because it's definitely not easy, Lando getting more and more worked up the more Oscar's wanking himself off in front of him.

"Mate," Lando's whining now. "Please, wanna see it."

Fuck. It's - honestly really stupid - impossible for Oscar to resist, when Lando starts begging him for whatever stupid sex thing. Barely remembers to direct his dick over his left thigh, spunk splashing over the back of Lando's hand and into the hair there.

The noise Lando makes is so loud it feels like it's reverberating through Oscar's head, drowning out his own.

Next time Mark has a go at him about shagging his teammate and not showing weakness and all that, he thinks, in the comedown, he's got a really good answer for him. Because Oscar must be a fucking strong bloke or he'd definitely be dead, watching Lando licking and sucking come out of his thigh hair, whimpering when Oscar pets his hair.

[blinddreams24]

It Was An Accident.

“Dusty.”

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You didn’t expect to be sitting on the same bench as a murderer today.

You kept your slouched position and tugged your hood down a little, as if it could save you. The monster across from you didn’t seem to notice or care what you did as he bragged about his kills to you. So. Many. Kills. You lost track of the amount of people he mentioned, human and monster. There were so many dead. And for some reason, he didn’t immediately kill you. He’d just sat by you and started rambling on.

“There were like twenty in this one building! You should have seen their faces!! Ha!!” The killer laughed. “I think there were a few kids in there too!”

You felt sick.

It took everything in you not to flinch when he nudged you. “You should’ve been there, Dusty! They tried to go out the back but they were so panicked they got themselves stuck!!” He laughed again.

There was that name again. ‘Dusty.’ You weren’t sure if it was a nickname or he thought you were someone else. But he kept calling you ‘Dusty’ during the whole one sided conversation. And by the stars, could he talk! You’re pretty sure he hadn’t shut his mouth since he sat. You’re starting to feel bad for whoever ‘boss’ is. It sounds like dealing with children. Murder happy children. Actually, maybe let’s not think about children right now.

You listened to the monster(because what else were you supposed to do) as he continued ranting. The topics he covered were gruesome. He explained what he had done in detail and how next time he would do this or that differently. Like apparently making sure the stairs were blocked after disabling the elevators.

He stopped talking suddenly. While relieved that he had finally shut up, you weren’t entirely sure it was a good thing. You suppressed a flinch when he snapped his fingers. At least you think he did. It sounded much harder than normal and you were purposefully turned away so you didn’t get a good look at his features.

“That’s why I came!” He proclaimed after the weird not-snap. “Boss said he wanted to head out soon and to come get you!” You hear him lurch to his feet. “Welp, c’mon, Dusty. Let’s not make him mad again.”

Oh.

Oh no.

He wanted you to follow him.

Your joints locked up as slippered feet stood before you. Waiting. What were you supposed to do?? What if ‘Dusty’ is someone else and this monster notices immediately that you aren’t the friend he thought he was talking to?? He’d definitely kill you too if he wanted! But if you don’t do anything, he’s going to find out anyways!!

Before you could make the situation any worse, someone else did.

“Killer. What are you doing?”

You lifted your head enough to look over at the voice. The monster in front of you, skeleton turns out, looked as well. There was a hooded figure standing in the path, features hidden as a red scarf peeked out from the hood.

The skeleton monster, Killer you assumed, looked startled. “I…” He looked back at you and you finally locked eyes with his dripping sockets. At least you think you did. This skeleton didn’t have eyelights somehow so you couldn’t tell. Killer’s face twisted in a way that made you even more tense. “You… You’re not Dust.”

You were tense as your eyes darted between Killer and Dust, desperately trying to think of a way out of this situation. Killer seemed to enjoy the chase so running wasn’t an option. He’d catch you and you’d die. There had to be a way to slip away. Dust was uncharted territory. He stood there with a slight slouch. He seemed relaxed. Maybe he wouldn’t give you too much trouble. Maybe you could talk them down.

Who were you kidding?

You’re screwed.

Killer laughed, his sockets crinkled in dangerous mirth. “You really just sat there and listened to me explain how I killed your friends and family. What kind of psycho does that?” He leaned down to your level. “You’re something else, kiddo.” His grin slipped at your lack of reaction.

Dust sighed and rubbed his temple. “Is it that hard to tell the difference between me and an actual human? How long were you sitting there for?”

Forever.

“‘Bout like, twenty or thirty minutes.” Killer shrugged. “Also it’s your fault you dress like half the multiverse civilians. You should wear something else more often.”

Dust’s hand flopped down at his side. “Did you need something?”

Killer perked up. “Yeah! Boss wants to head out so he sent me to find you!”

“Thirty minutes ago?”

“Yeah.”

Another sigh.

You stayed as still as you could, not wanting to draw attention to yourself. Maybe they’d forget about you and leave. Low chance with the skeleton squatting in front of you but at least there was a chance. You should try to have a plan B.

Dust gestured around with his hand. “So now what?”

Killer smirked and pulled out a butterfly knife. A very red butterfly knife. “Well, I’d like to figure this out first.” The blade was suddenly level with your eyes. “Nightmare can wait.”

“Killer.” Dust warned. “We don’t keep the Boss waiting.”

Killer shrugged, turning his attention fully to you. “Too late for that, Dusty.”

“Too late, indeed.”

Killer’s grin fell for just a moment at the new voice.

“Killer.” Said the resonating voice behind the skeleton. “That human better be very important.” There was a dark warning in those last words.

Killer stood and turned his back on you. “Boss!” The back of his skull started sweating. “I thought they were Dust! They’re the one that didn’t move or say anything!” He stepped to the side, letting his Boss get a good look at you.

You barely kept your eyes from widening at the sight before you.

There were three skeleton monsters standing in the path.

Closest to Dust and Killer on the left was a black and white x-clothed skeleton with a huge blade over his shoulder. His eyelights were two different colours, red and white, and there was a small scar under his right eye socket. His eyes were suspicious as he studied you but, while he was tense, he didn’t seem too eager to attack. Unlike Killer.

On the right was a giant. A skeleton that towered over you with hunger in his… eye? Just one. A big red ball in his skull directly under a hole in his head. He looked hungry as he watched you. You swear you saw drool on his jaw. In both hands he held a large axe that didn’t look like it was light enough to hold but it was in his hands so you supposed it was. Similarly to Killer, he was covered in blood and dust.

In the middle was a black, dripping skeleton. The tar looking stuff had covered the right side of his face. And that wasn’t the last of it. He had four huge appendages curving over from his back. They looked like tentacles the way they curled and flicked constantly. They were distracting. Like how a tail could draw the attention of a predator away from the vital body. Speaking of which, your eyes darted back to the skeleton himself. He held himself confidently. Like a leader. He must be “Boss.” His uncovered, cyan eyelight bore into your soul. You tried to hide your fear from your face again and he grinned.

The Boss strode forward, his tentacles trying to draw your attention away again. You sat up slightly and fixed your expression to avoid giving away your fear. You were so dead. He grinned. “What a poker face. Where’d you learn to hide you emotions, human?”

There was a flash of memory from your childhood before you suppressed it. Your head scrambled for a lie or something to respond with. The Boss’s grin spread as you struggled. “I’ve always been like this, sir.” You lied. You regretted it with how his grin fully split his face.

“Really?” He said, sarcastically. You had a feeling he knew that you lied to him. “Always? That’s the best you can come up with?”

Terror filled ever vein in you body as you fought to look calm, though you’re not sure if it mattered anymore.

The Boss leaned over you. “Don’t lie to me again, human. How did you learn to hide your emotions? You’ve intrigued me.” His eyelight burned with anger that didn’t make it to his face. You had a feeling that messing with him would hurt you more than anything you could imagine.

Your fear and survival instincts warred with each other over what to do. Either you tell him what happened and relive those events, or you refuse to explain like you always have and quite possibly die. Or lie again and definitely die.

In your stress to decide, you pressed your lips together, effectively refusing to give information. Whatever. They’d kill you anyways.

The Boss’s brow lifted at your defiance. You vaguely noticed the other skeletons step away from you. “Not going to spill the beans, hmm?” You didn’t answer, accepting your fate. “Well,” He sighed. “I can’t have more of you tainting the multiverse. That’d be bad for business.” He stood straight and tapped his chin. “What should I do with you, human? Any ideas?” He looked over you into the park.

You had another flash memory before suppressing that one too. His eyelight shot back to you.

He noticed.

You hadn’t moved at all but somehow he knew.

He knew what you’d just done. He saw what was impossible to see. You finally realized what was different about him.

He could read minds.

He smiled at your revelation. “Just noticed, did you?” His tentacles circled the park bench you sat on.

You had to get out of here. But how? He’ll know the second you figure any semblance of a plan out. Your eyes darted towards the other skeletons, looking for something, anything, that you could use to get out of this situation. Maybe one of them would take pity on you?

The monster in your face chuckled. “They won’t help you, human. They are loyal.” Yeah, he’d know if they tried something anyways. You locked eyes with him once again. “You’re lucky, human.” His eye scanned you. “You have piqued my curiosity. You may not want to talk, but you won’t be able to keep that up for long. Cross.” He called behind him. The skeleton with the blade was immediately by the Boss’s side. “Take this one home.”

Cross nodded and the blade on his shoulder disappeared. As his hand reached for you, you suddenly remembered yourself and leaned away. The Boss’s tentacles stopped moving and you realized that while you were distracted by the conversation, they had formed a cage around you. You didn’t let your spike of panic show but the Boss laughed at you.

Cross stepped forward and your attention snapped to his eyes. You hesitated. He looked at you with an odd mix of determination and calmness. He offered his hand to you this time. As if he was giving you a choice. As if you had a choice. But it was a nice sentiment in the moment. Despite your lingering fear of what he would do when he had you, you slowly accepted the hand.

He gently coaxed you away from the bench before summoning his blade again.

The terror was back. He was gonna kill you. Right here. Right now. You leaned back in his tight grip, knowing there was nothing you could do now.

Cross lifted the blade above his head.

You looked at your feet. This was it. No theatrics. No last words. No mercy. It felt weird to not have your life flash before your eyes. Didn’t that happen when you knew you were going to die? Maybe you were different.

There was a tearing sound.

Startled, you looked up to see a rift in the air in front of you and Cross. It was as big as a doorway and energy rippled across the surface. Your eyes darted to the sword he pulled away from the hole in space.

What kind of sword was that??

Cross caught your gaze and gave you a pitying look.

Gee thanks.

He stepped into the door? portal? thing. His grip on your hand pulled you in after him.

You think you saw Killer waving at you when you left.

[citrus-writing]

How would Phinks react if reader was slowly getting closer to him and when she’s close enough slowly lays her head in his chest, she’s just so touch starved she’ll take anything, will he take advantage and try and get more or will he just except the affection

Hi! It’s so nice to get a request from you! Your writing is a big source of inspiration for my blog. I was so excited to write this that I broke out of my writer's block to do this. Phinks is literally my favorite, and a compliant darling is always fun to write! 

Warnings: literally none, this is so soft and sweet 

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Phinks is one of the troupe members most interested in maintaining some kind of ‘normalcy’ with you, in the sense that he wants your relationship to be more boyfriend/girlfriend than kidnapper/hostage. While he’s willing to deal out punishments and isn't afraid to hurt you, I think he much prefers if things can be easy. 

Things are rocky for a while- he kidnapped you, and to be honest, that’s not how he wanted this to go. He’d imagined he’d win you over in the more traditional way, but the fear of losing you or scaring you away had won and he’d resorted to drastic measures. 

It’d been hard for him to watch you cower and shake and cry. Worse to be the cause of all that pain. Phinks did his best to calm you- but he could only do so much while you adjusted to your new normal. To him, you’re this scared and delicate thing- and he’s never quite sure what to do with you. His typical forceful and brash approach only forced you further and further from him. 

He notices you start to warm up with time, despite all the little freedoms he’d taken from you. He knows it’s likely the loneliness, but he likes to believe part of it is how hard he’s worked to win you over. Either way, it surprises him when you start to warm up to being around him. 

You’re sitting on the couch with him, with a careful amount of space between you. You keep your eyes downcast, too nervous to look at him. That’s not so uncommon. Phinks turns his attention to the tv, replaying a movie you used to really love. He hopes it’ll improve your mood, even though he finds the movie kind of boring. When he looks back to you, the space between you feels smaller. Maybe he’d imagined it. 

He tries not to dwell on it- the fact that you’re close enough now that he could reach out and touch you, could wrap an arm around you if he leaned in, could set his hand on your thigh. He pretends not to notice. 

A few moments later, he feels you lean against him. You settle your head against his chest, and he can barely believe it. He freezes for a moment- he can hardly breathe. You seem nervous too, not quite snuggled against him, but this is by far the closest you’ve ever willingly gotten to him. He looks down at you without moving too much, taking in the view of you- so sweetly cuddled against him, head resting against his chest. 

He wraps an arm around you, pulling you a little closer, not quite into his lap, but more firmly pressed against him. This is perfect- it’s everything he’s wanted for so long, it’s the payoff after so many weeks trying to make you understand that he cares about you. He runs his fingers through your hair softly, feeling the softness and hoping that maybe you’ll like how he touches you. He doesn't say anything- he doesn't really know what to say, and part of him is worried if he says anything it’ll break whatever spell you’re under. But if you’re willing to be close to him like this, then he’ll take what he can get, happy with the progress you’re making. 

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[ryuichirou]

TWST boys’ sleeping habits and routine HCs

Our first HC post of the year! Let’s talk about TWST boys’ sleeping habits.

Anonymous asked:

May I request sleep habits for twst? Who snore? Who drools? Who clings onto you in your sleep? Who falls out of bed w/o waking up? Who knocks others out of bed? Who has a constant sleep schedule? Who has the worst? Who likes to share a bed? Who doesn't? Who does no one want to share a bed with?

Anonymous asked:

In honor of the sleepover bday card (Tysm for these, yana) do you have any hcs about their sleeping habits? How long they sleep, sleeping positions, any bedtime routines and the like?

I got the first ask back in autumn I think (yikes), and with each new bday card I kept thinking “I really should write this one faster” lol With the new theme for those cards, as amazing as it is (we’re obsessed), there is a chance that they might drop some crucial information about the topic of this post! Which would mean the most horrible thing – there is a chance that my hc might contradict canon…!! 😱

Jokes aside, please keep in mind that I write them without diving into the new cards. Which is exactly the point I guess – those are headcanons after all…

Thank you for this prompt, it was a very fun one to write, and I hope you enjoy reading it <3 Sorry it took so long!

Anyways…

Riddle – he has a pretty strict regimen, and just like some other boys in the cast, he gets very obviously sleepy around the same time every day. The cutest eepiest slow blinks… He goes to sleep pretty early, maybe around 10 PM, and he is very strict with others in that regard as well, but in actuality sometimes night becomes his opportunity for a “me time” when he can get a little self-indulgent and read a book instead. He knows that he shouldn’t do it, and that he’ll be tired and irritable the next day, but it would be a lie to say that Riddle absolutely never does that. Once he discovers books that aren’t encyclopedias or study guides, he’ll start doing it more often… He also looks like an angel when he sleeps! And he drools a little bit, but also pouts adorably. He also loves pushing his face against the pillow sometimes and hugging it. He’d probably cuddle or press his cheek against someone if he got to sleep with another person…

Ace – a fighter, not a lover. If he sleeps with someone, he’ll steal both the blanket and the second pillow somehow. He’ll also kick and punch and occasionally even nibble a little, just to drool all over the other person and/or a pillow. But also, he wakes up during the night a lot. It’s not like he has insomnia, but sometimes he finds it difficult to fall back asleep, so he ends up just hanging out, scrolling internet on his phone and watching his roommates sleep. Well, mostly Deuce, because his bed is the closest. And even though Ace himself is a pretty obnoxious sleeper, sometimes he can spend like an hour just giggling at poor Deuce… Jokes on Ace though: because of his sleepless shenanigans he hates waking up! He is never rested enough..!

Deuce – he mumbles in his sleep and moves a little… you know when a dog starts suddenly whining and “running” while sleeping because it dreams of chasing someone? That’s Deuce. He is not too active at night, but Ace saw him punching the air once and saying something like “serves you right”, and Ace had to bite his own hand not to laugh loudly waking everyone up. Deuce also says embarrassing stuff sometimes. He also called Ace an idiot in his sleep at least 5 times. He wakes himself up doing that sometimes, but pretty rarely. When he does though, he usually sits up on his bed and takes a couple of moments to figure out what’s going on. Ace loves talking with him when he is in this confused stage…

Trey – he probably falls asleep pretty fast because he gets tired by the end of his busy days. But he never really feels properly rested, even though he sleeps a normal amount of hours… is it because he sleeps on his stomach? He also looks kind of angry when he’s sleeping, as if he’s seeing some very bad dreams. But he never really remembers them when he wakes up, maybe he doesn’t see any bad dreams at all! But it’s not unusual for him to frown and squeeze a pillow or a blanket in a very tight grip while he’s sleeping. He also doesn’t really snore, but sighs every now and then, so a potential roommate might hear a very deep annoyed and disappointed sigh from Trey, only to look at him and see that he’s just sleeping… If he was to sleep with someone though, he’d probably have a hard time relaxing and would wait until the person is asleep. Especially if it’s Riddle.

Cater – he spends the majority of the night in his phone lol he doesn’t even have much to do there, he just scrolls through Magicam or watches videos on topics he isn’t really interested in. And he is sleepy when he does that, he recognises that he should probably go to sleep already, but he can’t quite beat this habit, so he just keeps sleeping for like 3-5 hours a day. He wouldn’t do it if he had someone to sleep with though! Or at least he thinks that, but he’d probably still spend the majority of the night chatting with the person instead lol For now he gets away with it because he snoozes during the classes, but whenever he hears someone talk about how bad it is for your health to cling to your phone instead of sleeping, he gets mildly annoyed.

Leona – a pretty seamless transition between his “just napping” and “sleeping” lol Sometimes he naps after dinner and then at some point it becomes “well it’s night already anyways so might as well go to sleep”. And then he wakes up during the night and walks around his dorm while everyone’s asleep… and goes right back because he is pretty bored, and there isn’t much to do. He changes his positions a lot throughout the night, but usually ends up sleeping on his back – it’s the most comfortable position to him. It’s not unusual to see him sleeping on his side facing the wall, or on his stomach with his butt in the air for some reason. Leona is a pretty quiet sleeper, but sometimes he makes little sniffing sounds. Sometimes he makes one (1) snore and wakes himself up and looks shook for a moment or two. He also calls himself a capricious prince, but sometimes he actually prefers to sleep on the floor. Not all the time though, he loves his bed as well. He also hates the idea of sleeping with someone, but it’s not like he would bother to wake up and tell the other person to leave if he was in this situation.

Ruggie – if he is in a very good mood, well-fed and comfortable and safe, he is a happy snoring starfish. He drools a lot, and even when he doesn’t snore, his breathing is still pretty loud and a bit hoarse, but it also sounds like he is pretty happy. But that doesn’t happen all the time, for the most part he curls into a ball and snores quietly every now and then, with his ears twitching, as if he is constantly trying to still be aware of his surroundings. For the most part he is a light sleeper and doesn’t even sleep for more than 5-6 hours, but when he gets especially tired, he doesn’t wake up easily. He hated waking up at night because when it happens, he has to get comfortable again – he wants his pillow to be super cold, but it’s already a little sweaty and all warm! This is the worst feeling.

Jack – as we know, he always goes to sleep at the same time, and he gets very sleepy at 10 PM. He wakes up pretty early though, probably the earliest in his entire dorm, at around 5 AM. It’s not as hot when it’s this early, plus he really loves the solitude: he feels like he gets more shit done this way, and of course it gives him plenty of time to exercise and jog. As for his sleeping habits, he doesn’t move at all when he sleeps. He just lies on his side, hugs the pillow and sleeps… similarly to Deuce, Jack gets those sleeping puppy moments, but his are a bit different: sometimes Jack growls in his sleep, he also frowns a lot. There are rare moments when he sleeps with his tongue out and breathes through his mouth, but it happens mostly when it’s too hot, and he starts throwing away pillows and blankets without waking up when it happens. He gets hot pretty easily… He also drools a little less than Ruggie, but still a lot.

Azul – he sleeps for exactly 7.5 hours each night to optimise his time, and he is an extremely cautious and light sleeper. Unless he is absolutely exhausted, he won’t fall asleep anywhere other than his bedroom, behind closed and locked doors. It’s not like he is expecting an assassin or two at all times to attack him at any moment, and life on the land isn’t as dangerous as his hometown underwater, but isn’t comfortable with the idea of becoming too comfortable, so to speak. It’s a habit, I guess. Any unexpected sound or movement would wake him up. Unless he is absolutely exhausted, that is; we’ve seen him falling sleep with his head on Riddle’s shoulder in ch6 after all… Azul also lives tiny and dark spaces, so he hides under his blanket. Even though his bed is pretty big, Azul doesn’t take up that much space at all, curling up with his knees almost touching his chin. He also absolutely wouldn’t call himself a cuddler, but it’s not really true: he hugs his pillow a lot with his arms and legs, and if he was to sleep with someone, he would probably hug them as well. It sounds cute, but he is actually too rough sometimes because he is used to grabbing things. He could also pinch the person he sleep with… octopus habits… poor Idia is covered in bruises :(

Jade and Floyd – they have different sleeping patterns, but a similar “base” for it. They go to sleep at different times, and since they share a room, it’s kind of a problem.  Jade goes to bed pretty much at the same time each night; sometimes because he gets tired, sometimes to spite Floyd a little by saying “I am so tired, can you please turn off the lights already?” Sometimes he genuinely wants to sleep, but it’s Floyd who is annoying him… and every now and then there are nights when Floyd is absolutely exhausted and goes to sleep early, and Jade takes it as an opportunity to troll him back by suddenly deciding to clean a terrarium while humming a song. Why now of all times? A sudden strike of inspiration <3 You can either blame neither of them, or both of them for that: both are aware that they’re annoying the other by not letting him sleep. Anyways, when it comes to their sleeping habits, both are swimmers. They either move their bodies in the same manner as if they’re swimming (sometimes it just looks like Floyd is aggressively humping his bed but that’s not it I swear), or rotate. Because eels love rotating, the second option happens surprisingly often, so both of them are at risk of falling from their beds and rotating on the floor until they bonk each other with their heads and proceed to sleep on the floor. The funny thing is, when they sleep underwater, they’re pretty calm and don’t move as much; I guess they do miss swimming… Floyd is also more of a cuddler than Jade, but Jade is more of a muncher. If Idia sleeps with both of them, the bite marks are going to be Jade’s…

Kalim – it looks like he sleeps without a care in the world, which isn’t really the case because his bad experiences have taught him to wake up very quickly and to react to sudden noises. He is actually pretty tender and capricious as well, if something about his sleeping conditions isn’t perfect, he’s going to react. Every now and then Kalim just goes to Jamil with “hey, Jamil? I can’t sleep” and asks for them to sleep together, or insists of chatting because he isn’t sleepy anyway. Kalim loves not sleeping alone, but talking through the night is something that Kalim absolutely adores. They used to do it a lot when they were kids, and always got in trouble for that (esp considering that Kalim sleeps for the entire day after a sleepless night)…Kalim also clings a lot, but then he suddenly gets too hot and pushes Jamil away without even waking up. But then he gets a bit chiller and starts clinging again. He drools and makes cute little sounds, and anyone other than Jamil would probably find sleeping Kalim as adorable as one would find a babbling toddler. Jamil, however, is very tired…

Jamil – another cautious sleeper, he is almost never 100% asleep, so in a way he is worse than Azul. He does get sleepy though, he is indeed very tired, and it sucks because the tiny window of time before he falls asleep is his only opportunity to get some “me time” and read a book or play games on his phone, but he never does that because he is always exhausted. So after his sleeping preparations, washing his face, brushing his hair and all that stuff, he just wants to sleep… he also hates sleeping with someone, because they (let’s be honest mostly Kalim) would accidentally tug on Jamil’s hair, plus it’s too hot to sleep with someone on a small bed, plus he isn’t really a cuddler anyway. Anyways, he goes to sleep like an hour after Kalim’s sleepy time, and wakes up ~3-4 hours before him. Which isn’t enough time to get a nice rest, but… let’s hope that when Jamil gets to travel and has a hotel room all for himself, he’ll have his first ever nice sleep…

Vil – one of the strictest ones when it comes to his sleeping regimen! Beauty sleep is important, discipline is important, and if one has to work or study during the night, they’re just very bad at time management! Of course, there are days when Vil has to stay up late too… but he hates when it happens; he just wants to have his evening beauty routine, wash his face without a rush, take a nice shower, apply an overnight beauty mask, brush his hair, put on his sleepwear, relax in his bed and have a nice deep sleep from 10:30 PM to 5:30-6:00 AM. Oh, he also wears a sleeping mask and even earplugs sometimes, and also tries to teach himself not to use his phone while in bed. It just ruins his mood, and it’s bad for one’s health too, but he still gives in and scrolls Magicam in bed sometimes. And when it comes to sharing a bed with someone, he is a bit conflicted – it’s not like he hates cuddling, in fact, he enjoys spending the night in his loved one’s embrace, and he doesn’t even get too pissy about feeling hot, sweaty or uncomfortable in that situation, but… I guess Vil just loves having a big bed all for himself lol This is his moment of privacy. So whether he’ll spend the night alone or cuddling depends entirely on his mood that day. He is a very quiet sleeper, and the most that could be heard from him is a cute quiet moan when he’s being disturbed by something.

Rook – does he sleep? Or is he too busy being in everyone’s walls? His roommate doesn’t quite get it: when he falls asleep, Rook isn’t there yet, and when he wakes up, Rook’s already left. He knows that Rook sometimes spends the night with Vil, but… In actuality, Rook does sleep, but he is very strategic about his sleeping schedule. He doesn’t sleep much during the night, 4-5 hours is his max because he has too much to do! Sometimes he takes short 20 minutes powernaps during the day while he’s hiding around. This man is, once again, a creature. Also, even though one would say it’s impossible to catch Rook sleeping, people do see him sleeping sometimes – it’s just that he learned how to do it with his eyes open and while sitting up. Which is… a bit scary, so anyways! When it comes to his bedtime routine, after all the beauty stuff is done, he spends quite a lot of time to admire the pictures that he took and the sketches that he drew of everyone that day – this is a very important ritual to him! But despite that, he actually really enjoys sharing a bed with someone, be it for intimacy or just for cuddling. He hugs and kisses a lot, even when the other person is already asleep. He also loves watching him sleep, which is not creepy at all!

Epel – he shouldn’t use his phone in his bed, but he does! When he manages to sneak it under his blanket, that is. But it’s also not unusual for him to fall asleep while holding a phone and to have it fall on his pretty little face, waking him up. So he tries not to overdo it… he is a very cute sleeper though! He makes sounds, but a little weird ones, like little whines or even tiny mewls sometimes. And sometimes he giggles very cutely! What kind of dreams are you having, Epel?! Anyways, he is a deep sleeper that munches on his pillow sometimes. It’s better than sucking a thumb, and I won’t say that Epel just taught himself out of that fairly recently, but I also won’t say that this isn’t the case. Alright, no more bullying lol I think he sleeps on his side while hugging a blanket. Very adorable, until he starts snoring or swearing in his sleep…

Idia – a lot of times he just falls asleep in front of his PC. Especially now that he doesn’t have Ortho to share a room with, but even when Ortho was his roommate, he’d go to the sleeping mode at some point and tell Idia to go to sleep as soon as possible, Idia would reply with “yeah yeah I’m going” and play games for 2 more hours until falling asleep in his chair… Sometimes he wakes up at like 5 AM, realising that he’s been sleeping for a while, and lazily crawls on top of his bed without even changing into his pjs. He doesn’t really have much of a routine… He also curls up when he’s sleeping, looking like a cute kitten, and you almost feel bad for him somehow when you look at him. Is it because his relaxed face is so pathetic? Or should we feel bad because of how troubled he is when he’s asleep? Anyways, Idia either sleeps for 3-4 hours and naps throughout the day, or sleeps for 10 hours and feels weird when he finally wakes up. He is also super not used to sleeping with someone else and would be uncomfortable, but there is a part of Idia that wouldn’t mind getting backhugged by Azul (until he starts pinching) or… sometimes Idia wonders if Muscle Crimson hugs his possibly existing wife when they sleep.

Ortho – I guess not applicable this time :( But he does consider himself charging in his sleeping mode to be his sleeping routine! Sometimes he “wakes up” earlier than everyone and just flies around the dorm though. Human!Ortho would be a very nice sleeper though, he would change poses like 10 times per night, even kick poor Idia a little. He would prefer to sleep in Idia’s bed even when they aren’t roommates anymore, and he would probably be one of the biggest cuddlers in the cast!

Lilia – no regimen, his sleeping schedule is a mess, pretty similar to Idia’s. He used to be very good at it when he was younger, but now he just plays games all night lol And then after saying good night to his internet friend, he decides to go to bed and… stumbles upon some useless junk in his room and decides to play with it! It’s okay, old people don’t need to sleep all that long, if at all sometimes. It’s not unusual for Lilia to completely ditch sleeping, but he can’t do it for more than one day… When it comes to position, Lilia just falls flat on his bed and starts snoring loudly. He has that dad snore… He also changes positions a lot, and he could kill a guy with how suddenly he moves and rolls. Sometimes he also sleeps upside down, hanging from his bed’s canopy. He also doesn’t mind sleeping with someone, he is pretty used to it! In a lot of ways… but people sleeping with him get punched and kicked unless he hugs them tightly, so not everyone is really up to that.

Silver – after his evening training, his nighttime routine and checking on his father to tell him to go to sleep already, Silver comes back to his room… and sleeps. Even his evening routine doesn’t take that long – I don’t think he uses any products on his face or even brushes his hair much. He washes himself, changes into his pjs and goes to bed… And for the most part he sleeps on his back, looking like a certain cursed princess. There isn’t much to say about the way he sleeps, but he breathes very quietly and cutely, and looks absolutely stunning. His roommates really want to kiss him sometimes… but not a single one dared to do it so far. Silver also doesn’t mind sleeping with someone, but to him it wouldn’t really make s difference one way or another.

Sebek – amazingly strict regimen that he follows dutifully! He’s never late, he always wakes up exactly one minute before his alarm and turns it off! He goes to bed at 11 PM and wakes up at 5 AM! And it doesn’t make him sleepy in the slightest – in fact he has too much energy to burn and too much things to do! That being said, sometimes he wakes up randomly in the middle of the night and has a hard time falling back asleep. I guess he’s just too agitated and overly excited sometimes… But he tries to quiet his thoughts and get back to sleep as soon as possible. When it comes to his sleeping habits, he is surprisingly… chill. One would expect him to be more obnoxious, but he yells in his sleep extremely rarely! Once every 2-3 months… so you never know when it’s going to happen next. He also looks at his liege’s portrait before going to sleep and when he wakes up, this is the first and last thing he sees every day, and it warms his heart and fills him with determination. As for sleeping with someone, he doesn’t mind if he has to do it, but he doesn’t see a point in that either. A silly boy…

Malleus – sometimes it feels like he doesn’t sleep at all. Maybe he doesn’t really need to sleep as much as humans do? Which is kind of ironic, but anyways, it’s not unusual for his bed to be empty at night because Malleus suddenly decided that he isn’t really sleepy, and figured he’d rather go on a walk. Sometimes he just walks around the dorm, but a lot of times he goes outside to get some fresh air. He loves the time of night when everything is quiet and everyone’s asleep, he finds it melancholic… perfect for drowning in deep thoughts, admiring gargoyles and reading. Anyways, when he does sleep, he almost doesn’t look alive: he breathes very quietly and looks so pale and cold… he actually gets much colder during the night, so he’d be naturally drawn to another person’s heat. He was very clingy when Lilia used to sleep in his bed~ He still is sometimes…

[dasketcherz]

I also just love how well this sets up so much of the choices of the main cast by the near end of the final act.

Nuru and Yong still having reservations about Varian concealing his past this whole time and how that put a strain on their relationship and how they perceived him from there while Hugo tried to be the mediator for once, and trying to help the two understand on behalf of Varian—that no matter what he has done, Varian really really did care for them, values them and didn't mean to hurt them like this. And the most damning part?—he's not just talking about Varian when he says these, he's talking about himself too (knowing what's coming next sooner or later and aghhhh)

It's one of those cases of "you wouldn't truly understand it unless you were there" situations. And Hugo's betrayal really shifts something in both Nuru and Yong. They saw how as equally hurt Varian was of this action as they were—and yet he chose to prioritize keeping them both safe as best as he can even after they constantly distanced themselves from him, because it was the right thing to do and they cant help but commend him for that.

So when Hugo act on wanting to set things right, their shift of realization about Varian is what helped them choose to give Hugo another chance and help him correct his mistake, because it was the right thing to do.

And the way by the end, Hugo made it abundantly clear that he had remorse and was truly sorry for what he did. And Varian knows that Hugo probably expects not to be welcomed back in their group anymore after everything, but Varian knew firsthand what it felt like to feel abandoned and left behind by the people you thought were your friends—and he's never gonna let Hugo have to go through that same rotting feeling like he did—so he asks Hugo to stay.

And Nuru and Yong finally genuinely understands that even good people are capable of making poor decisions, but that doesn't make them inherently a bad person, especially when they make an effort to undo their wrongdoings. So they, too, agree and support Varian's sentiment to open their arms up to Hugo again.

(this part is something my friend @star-burrow brilliantly pointed out) Meanwhile, Hugo saw the damage Ulla's fallout with Donella caused his mentor everyday ever since and he could never think of himself doing that to Varian (and the others), no matter how terrible and undeserving he believes he is, he wants to make amends with all of them and not run away from this—so Hugo stays.

Team Radical mean so much to each other and they're willing to give this another go, they know it's gonna be worth the shot... because after all, they're scientists—"trial and error is part of the process and there's always room for improvement" is their mantra as a group of nerdy friends. And that's exactly what they'll do—make room for improvement for one another.

I love this spin-off a normal amount you guys, I swear to god.

Something that’s really cool about the Varian And The Seven Kingdoms Mini-Series that plays in my head occasionally, is how the writers treat Varian’s villain arc.

It’s something he keeps hidden. Because while yes, his past is something he’s made peace with, and is even something he can joke about with his friends. But it’s one thing to joke about something with your friends who see you as an equal, to joke about it with people who were there and affected.

But it’s almost impossible to bring up around people you’re supposed to be leading, around people who you recently met. He’s trying to earn the trust of Yong, Nuru, and Hugo. He needs to earn their respect so they trust him to lead them through the trials, not to mention the fact that Nuru and Yong are both children.

So instead of Varian ever mentioning his past- a fabled man named “The Alchemist” is brought up. Yong hears about him at the market, and asks about him at the camp fire, where Nuru regales him with the tale of The Alchemist who tried to take over Corona- the ruthless scientist who took the queen hostage, experimented on animals, and tried to kill the princess. As she goes on, she gives Yong a story that is clearly filled with exaggerations and lies, scaring him. This only furthers Varian’s desire to keep quiet about everything. Throughout the series The Alchemist is brought up again, always in a negative light. Varian always shuts down any conversation about the mythical being.

And Hugo gets suspicious.

On their way to Corona, the episode before the two-part finale, they’re walking through the woods and find Varian’s old wanted poster, and he confesses to everything.

Nuru and Yong are understandably upset and set up their tents elsewhere- having no desire to be around the person who lied to them all year, even if they understand his side of the story. It’s still a hurtful betrayal to learn that someone isn’t who you thought they were…

But Hugo stays. Hugo put it together long ago, and even if he didn’t, he knows that sometimes a part of yourself is best kept hidden- or a part of yourself shouldn’t be revealed until you’re ready. He consoles Varian, confirms he still trusts him, and assures him that Nuru and Yong will eventually forgive him too. Varian is incredibly moved by the support and affection.

The two even almost share a kiss, before they notice a blue lantern float towards them. Like one of Rapunzel’s birthday lanterns- but blue and being powered by chemical vials, with The Brotherhood’s emblem stamped on. (The fact that Rapunzel sent birthday lanterns for Varian to lead him back home from his journey made me tear up a little.)

Idk I just thought that was a really sweet way the writers handled that storyline and I love the special moment between Varian and Hugo that foreshadows the finale…

[sadiecoocoo]

Those Aren't Meant to Bend - Arcane Fanfiction

Summary - one night in the lab goes form seemingly normal to very wrong when an enforcer barges in and informs the two scientists of a break in

or, Jayce whump where someone tries to assassinate him and he gets shot

Relationships - Jayce/Viktor

tags - Hurt/Comfort, Whump, Angst, Jayce Needs a Hug (League of Legends), Jayce Whump (League of Legends), Hurt Jayce (League of Legends), Protective Viktor (League of Legends), Badass Viktor (League of Legends), Gun Violence, Assassination Attempt(s), Blood and Injury, Blood and Violence, Pre-Relationship, Set in Season 01 Between Act 01 and Act 02 (Arcane: League of Legends), Self-Doubt, Self-Worth Issues, because Jayce thinks that viktor is so much better than him so Jayce must be useless in comparison, he's so wrong though the world would collapse without him

word count - 3,313

read on ao3

Notes: ya'll... I wrote this in one sitting... for almost four hours... this shit did not get editing time I am done with it enjoy your typos

The day had started off normal. Jayce woke up to the pitter-patter of rain against his window, trying to lull him back to sleep. The warmth of his covers and the soothing background noise were tantalizing, and he indulged in another half hour of sleep.

He had spent almost all night in the lab, only going home after he had face-planted onto the blueprints he had been working on. He hadn’t had a full night of sleep in ages, and it was all too easy to forget that when he was focused on work.

Despite how hospital his cozy mattress was, he heaved a rough sigh and forced himself to get up. Gods only know how Viktor would react if Jayce ended up being late to the lab again .

He hadn’t meant to make a habit of it, really, it was just so easy to get wrapped up in other things.

Mel had been making him mingle with more investors, preaching how beneficial it would be for Hextech. Who was he to say no to that? Hextech had only just gotten off the ground, and he would bend over backwards to keep it in the air.

Nevertheless, it took its toll on the newly proclaimed Golden Boy (The title left a foul taste in his mouth). He found himself having more and more trouble just getting out of bed. He was starting to debate just sleeping in the lab and waiting for Viktor to throw something at him to wake him up.

With an immense amount of effort, Jayce went through his morning routine, albeit rather sluggishly. He wore the most comfortable clothes he could find that still looked presentable in case of a surprise visit from someone important. He also made sure to spend extra time putting some concealer over the shadows under his eyes.

Afterward, he was off. He walked in a quick gait towards the lab, only stopping once to pick up some coffee and sweetmilk as a peace offering for already being late.

It’s not like they had an actual work schedule, really if either of them decided to take a day off no one could stop them. As long as they got results in time for the next council meeting, they could spend however much time they wanted on Hextech.

Even so, they both silently vowed to work everyday until they found results, and then some. Jayce knew if he was late, Viktor would greet him with a frown and look of mild disappointment. Though, Jayce would be lying if he said he wouldn’t respond similarly if Viktor ever ended up being late, but he would show a teensy bit more concern.

Soon enough, Jayce made it to the lab, its giant, imposing doors stood shut in front of him.

He adjusted his grip on the cup of coffee so as to not burn his hand too badly, and then he pushed open the door.

“Good morning!” He said as cheerfully as he could when he entered. He beelined it for his own desk, setting the coffee down, before Viktor could mutter a response.

“It’s hardly morning anymore,” He grumbled, not looking up from the small device he was working on. Jayce had made the parts for it earlier that week, spending half a day down in the forge. Though, a decent portion of that time was spent working on his own little projects, just to clear his head.

Jayce glanced over to the clock hanging up on the wall. It was barely nine in the morning. He rolled his eyes silently and strode over to Viktor’s desk, setting down the sweetmilk once he was there.

“Well, the line at the coffee shop was a little long,” he lied. Viktor turned to look at him then, his eyes covered by the goggles he wore. He pursed his lips silently. The goggles made him look owlish.

“You slept in.” Viktor said dryly. Not a question, a statement. Because of course Viktor knew that the same coffee shop Jayce went to everyday hardly ever had a line. Jayce couldn’t count the times Viktor had joked that Jayce was the sole person keeping the place in business.

“That obvious?” Jayce asked miserably. He leaned against the desk, peering over to see what Viktor was working on. It was another device, one much like what they used that first, faithful night that helped their dream become feasible.

Viktor hummed in response, turning his head to the side. Jayce let out a disappointed groan and went to his own desk, getting out one of his many notebooks to start working.

The rest of the day went without issue, Jayce only struggling to keep his eyes open a couple of times. Sky was probably the only reason he was still awake though, with how she dutifully brought them coffees whenever she came back into the lab between her classes.

He had been skeptical at first of the new assistant, worried that she would break their work flow, but she was proving more and more useful each day. He was honestly happy to rant to her about the latest goings in Hextech. It was nice to have a fresh pair of eyes too.

By the time She bid them goodnight, there were at least five empty cups of coffee strewn about Jayce's desk. It had to be a record of some kind. Though, Viktor would probably overshadow him soon enough anyway.

He had to admire the man’s determination, it was half of the reason Hextech even existed. Jayce mused that the other half probably had something to do with the way his eyes had practically glowed that night in Jayce’s mangled apartment.

Even now, Jayce couldn’t help but steal glances at his partner, working dutifully on the next thing he deemed important. The device he had been working on this morning had been put together and was sitting at the edge of VIktor’s desk, awaiting testing at a later date.

Jayce glanced back over at the clock. It was about ten, and the sun had set hours ago. He suppressed the urge to yawn from just thinking about the time. How many nights had they both pushed themselves to the limit to get things done? It would probably be easier to count the days that they took off. Jayce doubted he would need more than one hand for that.

The thought of a day off only served to remind Jayce of the bone deep exhaustion coursing through him. He would gladly take a day off, especially with the weather getting colder. He always seemed to shut down during that time of the year, though it wasn’t much of a surprise.

In a split-second decision that he knew he wouldn’t hold himself to later, Jayce decided that after the next council meeting he had to represent Hextech’s progress for, he would take a day for himself. He would go get lunch with Caitlyn, maybe invite Viktor too? Would he like that? Jayce hoped he would be able to convince him to join him, lunch with Viktor sounded nice.

So, lunch with Cait and Viktor if possible. Then what? He could go visit his mom. He hadn’t visited her in a while, and he knew she’d be happy to see him, even if he spent most of the afternoon rambling about what he’s been doing in the lab.

After that he could help his mom cook, he always misses her cooking. Despite the copious pay he was now getting, he still lived a fairly frugal life, not indulging in buying the right ingredients to make a meal that even came close to being as good as his mom’s cooking.

“Jayce?” Viktor’s thick accent cut through Jayce’s thoughts like a warm knife through butter. He blinked several times before turning towards his partner with an answering hum.

“You’ve been staring at the clock for the past five minutes.” Viktor said with a frown. Jayce felt a pit form in his stomach. First he was late, now he could barely go a minute without zoning out.

“Oh, sorry- I was just thinking,” Jayce excused abashedly. He rubbed the back of his neck and flashed Viktor with as good a smile as he could muster.

To his surprise, Viktor put down his pen and turned more directly towards Jayce. He gazed at him from across the lab, leaving Jayce feeling as though he were being studied.

“About what?” Viktor asked, curiosity lacing his tone.

For a moment Jayce was stumped on what to say. In theory, everything he thought of sounded great, something he deserved for how much he had been doing in the name of progress. However, Viktor had been doing more . He had been doing more and hadn’t shown a sign of fatigue.

Could Jayce really ask for a day off when Viktor seemed to scoff at the concept?

“Oh, it’s nothing important,” He decreed. Jayce waved his hand as if he were slapping the thought away.

Really, how could he think he could take a day off? He couldn’t waste a second of working on hextech on a fancy lunch, of all things.

Despite Jayce’s blatant decree that it was nothing of note, this didn’t seem to make Viktor happy. His frown deepened, and he looked down at the floor in disappointment.

Jayce bit his lip to refrain from saying another word. He was just misreading things, Viktor was probably just annoyed that Jayce had wasted their time for nothing. There was work to be done, and here they were talking about his very much not science related thoughts.

“Jayce, you know you can always tal-”

“Mister Talis!” Viktor was interrupted by an enforcer barging into the room. Both of them turned in surprise towards the man. He was in full gear, with a rifle slung around his shoulder and a pistol in his hand.

Jayce stood as the enforcer approached him, a sense of urgency making unease curl in his gut.

“Sir,” the enforcer started, sounding a bit out of breath. Had he run all the way here from his post? “There’s been a break in, just a few floors down.” he started to explain, “I was sent to make sure nothing happened to you.” he stated, nodding towards Jayce, who was beginning to feel more and more overwhelmed.

He opened his mouth, urging words to form, but they seemed lodged in his throat. This enforcer seemed almost scared, the threat was real.

Jayce glanced down at the enforcer’s pistol. His finger was on the trigger, he was expecting to have to fight any second.

Jayce glanced over at Viktor. Viktor was a grounding presence, he always was, and Jayce knew that if anyone could comfort him with their presence alone, it would be Viktor.

He was standing now too. Viktor was tensely leaning on his cane, his knuckles white from the force he was using to hold onto it.

Instead of the grounding presence Jayce so desperately needed at that moment, Viktor only stares at him and the enforcer with a look Jayce never wanted to see on Viktor’s face again.

Then he was yelling. Then Viktor was moving faster than Jayce had ever seen him move, with much more urgency than he ever used more. Jayce half-wondered why he hadn’t even shown that much urgency when the former had been teetering over the edge, arms outstretched and ready to let gravity take him.

Then there was a loud pop , and Jayce was on that ledge again, only gravity took him this time.

It started with a dull ache in his side. When he stumbled backwards, hitting the edge of his desk, it bloomed . He thought he heard someone scream, but maybe that had been him.

His knees gave out, and he fell face-first onto the floor. He was shaking, he didn’t think he could move. Something had hit him, hit him hard enough to incapacitate him.

He blinked slowly, then scrunched his eyes to chase away the dizziness that was muddling his thoughts. He was breathing hard through his mouth, trying to gulp in air that didn’t seem to do anything.

Something wet was on his side, seeping into his clothes. Maybe he spilled his coffee when he fell onto the desk.

There was another pop, and Jayce expected it all to start over again. Another dull ache, then the bloom and the vertigo. Instead, he was met with the same pain as before.

Was that what was happening? Was he in pain? Why, what had happened to him? He was fine seconds ago, just tired. He had been fine. There had even been an enforcer there to keep him and Viktor safe. They had been fine.

He was being moved. A strangled gasp escaped his lips as he was pushed over. He looked up at the ceiling dazedly, trying once again to breathe. He couldn’t.

The shadow of a familiar man loomed over him. The spots dancing across his vision covered his face, but he would know the voice that joined it anywhere. He sounded scared. Jayce didn’t like that. It made him scared too.

Jayce knew he was speaking, but the words wouldn’t process. The spots moved, and Jayce could see Viktor’s face. His beautiful golden eyes that seemed to glow, only now they glowed with the glassy shine of tears. The realization was followed by a drop of water falling on Jayce’s cheek.

He frowned. That wasn’t right. Viktor wasn’t supposed to cry. Why was he crying? Who upset him. Did Jayce make him cry?

Jayce kept staring at Viktor’s eyes, even as the dark spots seemed to grow and multiply. He kept his eyes trained on where Viktor’s eyes had been.

“Vik…” He muttered, surprised to find the single syllable so difficult to say. It made him cough wetly. Something that tasted like copper flicked onto his lips.

“Here, I’m here, Jayce!” Viktor responded, his voice breaking with almost every word. They were the first words that registered for what felt like an eternity.

Even though Viktor was sobbing it, Jayce couldn’t help but smile at hearing his name leave the other man’s lips. He always loved how Viktor said his name, so mundanely, yet it could sound so reverent at times, so adoring.

“Don’t-” Jayce forced out, being cut off by more coughs. They ended in a wheeze. This was something he had to say, though. He had to, even though his brain barely registered what he was saying.

Wasn’t that a scary thought? One of the most important scientists in Piltover, not being able to process his own words. He hoped Viktor would be smart enough for the both of them.

“Don't cry, V,” He urged. Somehow, among the tingling pain that seemed to send waves and waves of stifling pain throughout his entire body, he was able to lift his hand up to Viktor’s cheek. The other man grabbed his hand and held it there tightly.

“Don’t cry,” He whispered, barely loud for him to hear over the constant drumming in his ears.

Jayce lost the little strength he had mustered. His hand fell limp, and Viktor didn’t have to reflexes to stop Jayce’s arm from falling. By the time he turned back to look at Jayce’s face, into his now dull, hazel eyes, they were already shut in what he begged the gods to be unconsciousness.

Jayce woke up to an irritating beeping. When he opened his eyes, he was almost blinded by the white walls and ceiling of the room he was in. He groaned and snapped his eyes shut once more, wincing from the pain.

Everything felt fuzzy. He could hardly recall where he was or why he would be here. The last thing he remembered, he was in the lab with Viktor.

Viktor . Viktor had been crying. He had been crying over him . The thought sent Jayce spiralling.

He opened his eyes again, pushing through the pain of the bright lighting. He surveyed the room more. He was in the hospital, which sent many more alarm bells ringing. The beeping sound got faster.

A hand rested on his shoulder, making Jayce jump. He turned his head quickly to see the man of worries sitting next to his bedside and gazing at him with thinly veiled concern.

“Vik-” He started, breaking off into pained coughs. His throat felt like it had been mangled, along with the rest of his body.

“Easy, Jayce.” Viktor said as he handed him some water. “Your injuries are healed, but you need to take things slow.” he urged. Viktor helped Jayce sit up, flinching as Jayce let out a small, pained whimper.

He watched silently as Jayce drank, then took the cup and set it on the bedside table. There was a small bouquet of flowers there as well.

“Are you okay?” Jayce after a minute. He looked at Viktor tiredly, who only blinked for a moment before looking at Jayce like he was a madman.

“Jayce- you got shot , why in the world would you be asking if I was okay?” He asked incredulously. Jayce saw very little fault in his thinking process. If he got shot, which was a big realization to have after just waking up in a hospital, then of course he would worry about what could have happened to Viktor.

Turns out, not much happened to him. Viktor explained everything to Jayce, who still struggled to keep his eyes open. He explained how the enforcer had shot him, how Viktor then beat the man with his cane as hard as he could, kicking the gun away from him before he could shoot Jayce again .

He then explained how he had shot the man in the leg where he promptly bled out. Which was probably the most surprising part of it all, though Jayce couldn’t say he was much surprised at all. Viktor could be ruthless with his words, who was he to assume that he couldn’t be the same with his cane and a gun.

After that, Viktor trailed off. Jayce leaned back into the mattress with a huff, taking it all in.

“So, someone tried to kill me?” Jayce asked incredulously, turning back to look at Viktor.

“Yes.” Viktor said simply. Jayce let out an amazed exhale. There was no way he was that important for someone to put a hit on him.

“Thank you,” Jayce said after a long moment of silence. “For staying with me.” He smiled softly, squinting his eyes in a loving gaze.

Viktor looked taken off guard for a moment, but he placed a hand on Jayce’s cheek after he took a moment to recover. Jayce leaned into the touch without shame, ignoring how cold Viktor’s fingers were. His eyes fluttered closed as Viktor rubbed his thumb over his cheekbone.

“You should get some rest.” Viktor said, “You still have a lot of recovery to do.” Jayce hummed quietly.

“We should take a day off.” Jayce said tiredly, not opening his eyes. Viktor’s thumb paused in its mapping out of Jayce’s cheek. “Go get lunch together, get some proper food.” He opened his eyes then, taking in Viktor’s astonished expression. Even with the more prominent circles under his eyes, and the puffiness around them, he was beautiful. “You deserve the break.”

“If- if that is what you want, Jayce, I would be happy to go get lunch with you.” Viktor agreed, his lips turning upwards in a smile that made Jayce melt. He thought that he would die happy if he got to see that smile again.

“I do.” he said, without a hint of doubt or apprehension in his voice.

“Go to sleep, moje láska .” Viktor said softly, going back to rubbing his thumb in soothing circles over Jayce’s cheek. Jayce didn’t need to be told twice.

End Notes: tysm to my moots on tumblr that encouraged this, you guy convinced me to finish and post this when i ha honestly planned on it never seeing the light of day… though I did change the original idea of it a lot anyways I named this after the song Oh Klahoma by Jack Stauber because it was stuck in my head when I was writing this and also "those aren't meant to bend" in this sense symbolizes how Jayce isn't meant to overwork himself to the point of exhaustion hope you all have a lovely day and happy new years!!!!

NPT: @imtryinghereplease @whumpedup @ghostlysweetnight