#the x-rays are hilarious

[impossiblepluto]

If I had a nickle for every time Jack followed Mac on a cross country/global flight and revealed his presence while making questionable hat choices I'd have two nickles. Which isn't a lot but it is weird that it happened twice

[crippled-peeper]

especially in the digital age, there is no amount of “disabled enough” you can become that will make people stop calling you a faker

[sinstear]

me and you in another timeline (i totally haven’t done this on discord with you)

you seeing this, chat???

[midnight--sadness]

You know who I was thinking would be good with Ray? Kim the merc leader tbh like it sounds random but they both seem very serious and practical and like Kim would be attracted to Ray, and Ray would tolerate him and find him attractive too in a sort of coworkers with benefits sort of way

Like imagine in an AU where Gihun and Ray are friends or siblings and Ray also joins the mission to find the island, they're on the boat bored out of their mind and having rough sex with Kim is the only entertainment they have until they figure out what's going on with the captain and then yay they have someone to torture so they can find Gihun faster

Also that ask about Gihun and Ray being protective of each other was soooo good I need more of that!!

-- sparks

i love gihun and ray!! i don't know if it's better for them to be twin brothers or just friends who happen to be freakishly similar 🫶

ray being happy over having captain park to torture 😭😭😭

omg yes ray and kim!! that hot hunk of man would make bend ray over in every possible direction!!! he can't even focus during the mission assignment bc of how much he's thinking abt ray 😖

as i was reading this, i realized that we are ignoring the most obvious ray pairing.... junho.

he and ray have so much in common! ray went on a rampage to avenge the death of their brother and junho went on a whole ass undercover operation to try to find his brother. in both cases, said brother was the head of a criminal organization (the yakuza for ray's brother and the games for inho).

i think ray would think junho is being stupid for believing his brother is still alive and junho would wonder what ray's agenda is bc there's no way they actually care abt gihun. and they would get closer as the days go by and ray would clock captain park's sneaky ass in three seconds.

idk, i just think they'd be nice together 😌

and u know inho would lose his mind over his baby brother having a relationship with a trained assassin (who looks like gihun..... i know i talk abt this every time ppl ask me abt ray but i dont think inho would ever get over the fact that gihun and ray are pratically the same person 😭)

[natasha-in-space]

Just wanted to let you know I've been scrolling through your writings and I'm so in love. <3

As for my request.. GE Saeran or Ray planting flowers/ tending the garden with MC? I need a little more fluff in my life. :)

"Y/N? What are you doing out here?"

"Oh, Ray!" You immediately perked up at the sound of the voice you knew so well, jumping up onto your feet from the small patch of soil you were crouching in before and turning to face him fully, a giddy smile slowly forming on your face as you took in his curious gaze. It was akin to an instinct that you couldn't control. The sight of him there made you feel so happy that it was hard to contain your excitement. "Sorry. Were you worried for me? I knew I should have texted you..."

"No, no, it's quite alright... You're one of us now, and Magenta is your home. I'm just... surprised." He smiled sheepishly at you, his shoulders relaxing little by little as he took in your cheery demeanor. It was apparent to you that your new status was a strange change for him, despite his efforts to make you feel comfortable. After all, he has grown so close with you in the last couple of weeks... It was probably hard for him to view you as a fellow believer now, rather than his precious tester.

You quickly dusted yourself off before picking up a plastic water can that you were busy working with before. "Well, I wanted to plant some flowers! It was supposed to be a surprise for you, but... I'm, uh, actually kind of struggling here. The gardener I saw acted all antsy around me for some reason, so I didn't want to bother the poor guy. Say... if you, maybe, have some free time on your hands... could you help me out? Just a little?"

After all, it was worth a shot trying to ask him.

"Well, of course! You've done so much for me ever since I came here! I simply wanted to repay the favor. After all, I know how much you love your flower friends. So, can you lend me a hand so that I don't kill any of these poor innocent seedlings?" You chat with him in a lighthearted tone, eager to keep the mood pleasant and comfortable between the two of you. Ray had a tendency to get lost in his own thoughts at times! And, you wanted to distract him a bit from the recent mess up with the Savior that has kept him stressed and anxious throughout the last week.

Ray's eyes practically lit up as you said that, revealing a pale blush on his cheeks in a matter of seconds. He seemed to be rather taken aback by your invitation... in a good way, from what you could see. "A... A surprise? For me...?"

"O-Of course. I'd love to." Although there was a slight stutter in his soft voice, he took a small step towards you. His eyes locked onto yours with an emotion that was a mix between gratitude and admiration. It appears that he was ready for the task after all!

"Great! So, uh, I'm actually unsure of how much water the soil needs, so could you help me with that? Those are white camelia seedlings... I read up on the right way to plant them, but it's not as easy as I thought." You explained to him with an awkward chuckle, crouching down next to the small spot of fresh soil you've chosen to plant in and gesturing around all the gardening equipment you managed to bring out with you. Although the gardener believer was anxious, he was willing to carry all the heavy stuff for you, and you were grateful for that.

He made it look so easy... like it was second nature to him. You only wished he could have more time and freedom on his hands to pursue these small activities that actually brought him joy... but, since you didn't want to ruin the moment, you never brought up this forbidden topic at hand.

Soon, you were both working in comfortable silence, nothing but the gentle rustle of greenery and the evening melody of crickets interrupting the sound of your gradual progress. Although, by this time, you spent more energy on ogling Ray than actually gardening. You couldn't help yourself! He looked so graceful as his hands placed each tiny seed in its respective hole... You never knew something like gardening could even look graceful! But, oh, what you liked most of all was seeing how... peaceful Ray's gaze has become the longer you worked. He appeared completely relaxed at this moment, enjoying doing something he loved and not worrying about anything. For this brief magical moment, at the very least.

"Oh hey, that one looks like a kitty!" You called out, pointing out the specific cluster of clouds you were talking about, with a silly snicker falling from your lips. There was something so... relaxing about doing this with him. It's possible to forget the huge imposing castle made of white marble towering behind you and, for a brief moment, find yourself free as a bird amidst these fluffy clouds. It was bittersweet, in a way.

The initial plan was to help you with your gardening effort, but it turned out to be cloud-watching as you sat next to each other on the lush grass, your arms barely touching. The closeness is just right to make your heart race, but not too much to cause anything prohibited within Mint Eye. Sort of like a secret date.

"I'm afraid I can't really see that, but your imagination is something definitely worth of admiration." Ray chuckled quietly, shaking his head a bit as he glanced at you with amusement before returning his attention to the rosy evening sky above.

"Y-Yes?" He stuttered, his gaze now glued to you, even as his cheeks grew redder and redder as he inevitably took notice of just how close your faces truly were now that you laid your head on his shoulder.

As you laid your head on his shoulder, sighing with a sense of peacefulness that enveloped you like a warm blanket, he jolted and made a tiny adorable squeak at your sudden touch. You were aware that he didn't object to this. Ray was someone almost as touch-starved as you... although, it took you some time to realize that his jumpy reactions weren't made out of discomfort, but rather unfamiliarity with such gestures of affection. "...Ray?"

"Do you know the meaning of white camelia?"

"That's right. You're adorable." You whispered affectionately to him, as if it were a secret meant only to be shared between you, then leaning in and leaving a chaste kiss on the tip of his nose.

Your question caused his flustered mind to scramble and his eyes to grow wide. It wasn't long before a shaky gasp came from his lips, making you giggle in response.

[destructionnearyou]

"Its adam and eve not adam and steve" Actaually its billy and ray, from the biosphere

[scarefox]

SandRay 🤝 KingUea

certified Friends with Benefits professionals

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(love how both couples already fail at FWB in these little interviews)

[ahamasmiyodhah]

Note: Read full Chapter on Archive of Our Own, I only post some pasts of story.

Bounding out of his house while fumbling to get his arm in the jacket Kai didn't even bothered about Car, and broke into full on sprint towards Dojo. While it normally took him ten to fifteen minutes to get to Dojo, with the relentless pace he was running Kai was sure he had already scaled half of the distance- and he knew he was right because soon he came across Dojo. Swiftly scaling the 8 feet wall Kai jumped inside and rapidly rang the bell, only to hear no response. Cursing under his breath, he realised that Grandpa Granger was possibly out for his Field Trip to Kyoto Shrine.

Quickly rummaging through his mind for the places Tyson could be at, His feet turned towards Tate's Hobby- Max's house and shop. Whipping his phone out while running he called Hilary. "Hey Kai!" Hilary chirped through other side. "Hilary, is Tyson with you?" Kai asked, not bothering to greet her. Sensing the seriousness of situation, Hilary must have stood up- considering the scrap of metal. "No, he's not at my home. What happened?" Hilary asked as her footsteps sounded. Fuck... Kai groaned internally. "Just search where he could be, anywhere he could be in your opinion and tell me if you find any lead." Kai ordered out immediately while taking a turn.

"But what happened Kai? Where is Tyson!?" Hilary demanded from other side. "I don't know Hilary, but we must find him before anything happens." Kai said. "I'm going at Max's, you go to Kenny's right NOW and see if he's there." Kai said and hung up before Hilary could reply, sprinting to Max's house. Reaching there he crossed the shop and walked up the stairs in back to Max's home, swiftly pressing the bell. Soon the door was opened by Judy who held a wide eyed and curious Charlotte, who smiled gleefully at Kai. Kai felt his nerves ease a little at Charlotte's face and then he looked at Judy.

"Kai you here at this hour? Is everything fine?" Judy asked as she moved so Kai could enter, and Max and Taro arrived outside. "Is Tyson here?" Kai asked in all the seriousness, confusing the Tate's even more. "Tyson? No, why will he be here Kai?" Max asked confusedly until he saw How Kai looked. Kai's crimson eyes were restless, his whole frame uptight and on edge. "Max, I have been calling him non stop. He's not at Dojo as well as at Hilary's." Kai said trying to keep his calm.

"We must go and look at-" Max said when Kai's phone rang and he picked in a heartbeat. "Hilary? What happened?" Kai said and furrowed his eyebrows when he heard a heavy breathing. "Hilary?" He said again as Max came by his side and he put phone on speaker. "Kai.. Tyson... Abandoned Amusement Park near the Kawasaki Street.." Hilary coughed out, probably tired from the rampant running. Kai and Max shared one glance, and both were out in a heartbeat. 

Judy and Taro exchanged worried glances as Charlotte whimpered for her Brother's, soon being cajoled by her worried Mother.

Kai and Max meanwhile ran all the way to the Kawasaki Street to the abandoned Amusement Park Hilary had asked them to come, only to see Tyson in a heated Beybattle with a burly man that looked twice his build. "Kai! Max!" Hilary exclaimed as they both ran to her. "Hilary- what the hell Tyson!?" Kai barked at Tyson, clearly pissed at this point. His guard was up and alert as he stared down at the burly man, whose big Beyblade was hitting Dragoon repeatedly. 

"You have pissed me a lot, that's it." Tyson growled at the man in front of him and opened his mouth. "Dragoon! Phantom Vortex!" He exclaimed and Dragoon spun rapidly in a powerful cyclone-like motion, drawing in nearby objects and disrupting the opponent's balance. The burly man snarled in anger as Dragoon hit it hard, destabilising it and knocking it to a stop. "You--" He snarled and picked his Beyblade, growling at Tyson like a predator. Max and Kai immediately took their Beyblades out and taking their positions in front of Tyson, who just realised that the two were here.

Out of nowhere a swish sounded, and a hooded figure jumped in front of him. "Stop this right once." He said in a commanding tone, taking the cap of his hoodie off, the rolled up sleeves showing off the dark black ink on his arm. "Who are you? I am here to Battle this boy." The burly man gruffed out jerking his head towards Tyson. The younger Boy glared at him, his steel blue  eyes boring in the other man's.

"What do you want? A good Battle without Rules, right?" The Blue eyed boy muttered stonely and the burly man nodded. "Whoever's Beyblade gets destroyed first, loses. He must listen to the Winner." The burly man gruffed. The other Boy nodded. "Alright. Saturday Midnight at Underground Beyblading Arena." The Boy said with a nod. 

"Who will I battle?" The Man asked and looked the from his head to toe. "You?" He let out a insulting scoff. "You will know." The Boy said and gestured at the Gate towards his eyes. "You can't Beybattle like that anywhere. So now off you go." He said and the Burly man let out a scoff, leaving anyways. The other Boy sighed and turned other side, clapping his headphones on his ears and sauntered away.

Once the Man was away, Kai turned towards Tyson and grabbed his collar, hauling the tan boy to his face. Although Tyson had grown taller, he was still a little shorter than Kai. Tyson's brown eyes got wide when he looked in the crimson eyes of the Young man whom he regarded as his Older Brother, which he was in all but blood.

Kai's crimson eyes nearly turned red in anger as a dark shadow crept on his face. "Why the fuck weren't you picking my calls up?" Kai growled, his tone so deep and feral that it even scared Max, Hilary and Kenny. "Um... It is dead.. I didn't realise that my phone didn't had Battery." Tyson said with a shrug. "And why weren't you home?" Kai growled again.

"I was thinking of getting something from Convenience Store when I got challenged by that man for a Beybattle which I couldn't deny and we started battling until Hilary and Kenny found me and Hilary started yelling at me and I yelled back at her and we fought and then the man turned aggressive and started hitting hard and then you both came and I defeated him and then that boy came out of nowhere and asked him to go to some underground Beyblade Arena and then he agreed and left and now you are holding my Collar." Tyson said in one go, taking deep breaths as Kai sighed and left Tyson's collar.

"You stupid. Now go home. Max, mind if you drop him ho— You know what nevermind. Hilary, Kenny, go home and be alert. Max, you too go home and don't get into random Beybattles just Because someone challenged you." Max showed him a thumbs up at that. "And Tyson, you are coming with me." Kai said with a tone of finality, a tone that demanded not to be crossed.

"But Kai —" Tyson clammed his mouth shut and nodded when Kai glared at him. "Now go home and I want you both—" Kai pointed at Kenny and Max. "— At the Hiwatari Mansion tomorrow." He said and the two nodded immediately. "Kai? Is everything fine?" Max asked in concern. He could see how Kai was uptight and tensed, his whole frame shaking with worry when Kai arrived at his house. "Yes Max, everything's fine." Kai said and all of them frowned. They knew that Kai was hiding something, but didn't pressed him further. They knew better than to piss off their Captain and run extra mile.

Max, Kenny and Hilary said their Byes and took their leaves, as Kai and Tyson walked silently towards Dojo, Tyson prodding Kai and Kai grunting.

[thatgirl4815]

^Why does the music that plays during the music room scene sound like it belongs in an action movie? Like I might as well be watching a criminal hacking into a government server, not two college dudes kissing.

[wemlygust]

For people who see this post in the distant future, know that originally Duke was not in the picture, but he was swiftly added in an edit. I suppose he fell victim to the shrink ray too and decided to just go nap with everyone else.

... Now it's up to... Hmm. DP x DC now: Pharoah and Catwoman! And a distressed Jim Gordon! VERSUS The Devious Manta Ray! AND Calamity Jacket!

sleepy

[northwestofinsanity]

Band Incorrect Quote/Scenario -“The cat is WHERE?!” (Hospital AU)

I need to give myself some comic relief, so dipping into my stash of incorrect-quote worthy moments, here’s yet another cursed extended band incorrect scenario in the cursed veterinary hospital AU with Styx and Squeeze… This turned into another one that only features two members of Styx, but in this situation involving a mishap while taking X-Rays, it’s simply because of how few people are involved… after all, there’s a certain acronym used in radiology known as ALARA -“As Little As Reasonably Achievable” -in part, meaning if there’s not a need for an extra person to be involved in restraining, there’s no good reason for them to stay in and expose themselves to radiation. Granted, I think this situation would have been chaos regardless of if there were two people or ten people trying to control everything!

-Tommy Shaw and Lawrence Gowan go into the radiology suite, carrying a cat in a carrier from a client who is a member of a local rescue group.  They need to do an x-ray on a stray, which per the patient notes is supposedly ‘not completely feral’, but ‘can be spicy’, and since the x-rays are to confirm a suspicion that the cat might be carrying kittens close to term, they have been requested to at least try to do it without sedation to avoid any adverse effects.-

Tommy Shaw: [Waits until the radiology suite door is closed, opens the carrier door, and backs away, just to see if the cat will come out willingly.  Even though he doesn’t have high hopes, he at least wants to give her the chance to minimize stress].  “Hi… Hi, mama!  You wanna come on out?”

-The cat doesn’t make any sounds, but is jammed at the back of the carrier and not budging-

Tommy Shaw: [Sighs] “Nope.  I didn’t think so.” [Starts unscrewing the pegs attaching the top of the carrier]

Lawrence Gowan: “Alright.” [Squats down and helps Tommy unscrew the pegs, then, carefully lifts off the top] “Hi… I hear that you can be spicy?” [Gradually, and still keeping enough distance to yank his hand back if need be, starts to move his hand toward the cat, just to see how she’ll react to a slow advance before any contact]

-The cat recoils, somehow flattening herself even more against the back edge of the carrier bottom, and starts hissing and growling so hard that she’s making snore-like sounds in between-

Lawrence Gowan: “Ohhhhh, you ARE spicy!”  [Looks up at Tommy] “Alright.  Towel time!”

Tommy Shaw: [Grabs the two towels they brought in off the x-ray table, folds one in half to thicken it up for protection, and starts to put it over the cat]

-The cat recoils, and seems to do a 360 degree barrel-roll on the floor of the carrier with claws managing to whip around the edges of the towel-

Tommy Shaw: “OW!  Son of a gun!” [Yanks his hand back]

Lawrence Gowan: [At first, goes wide eyed, but then just sighs] “Oh my gosh, Tommy… Are you alright?  Or do you need to switch out with someone?”

Tommy Shaw: [Has a thin, bleeding rake mark of claws across the back of his hand, and it’s in a painful place by going right up to the skin between his fingers, but he moved fast enough where it ended up very superficial, and decides it can wait until they’ve accomplished what they’re trying to do] “I will be…. I think it can wait until we’re done -it’s not that deep.”

Lawrence Gowan: [Sees Tommy’s hand] “Alright.”  [Sees that the cat is still mashing herself against the corner of the carrier, now half-under the one towel]  “Great! So then, this try has got to count.  I’m thinking, how about you put on the lead gloves instead of the paddle shields, and if I control her head through the towel, you lift her up while you’ve got protection from those murder mitts?”

Tommy Shaw: “Well, I don’t think I have any better ideas.” [Shrugs] “The lead gloves suck for trying to get a good grip on anything, but I don’t think there’s any way to do that, otherwise, without using drugs, which, we’re trying not to.” 

Lawrence Gowan: “Well, let’s try it…” [Grabs the other towel and positions it] “I’m ready when you’re ready -you tell me-“

Tommy Shaw: [Pulling on the lead gloves from the drawer on the counter under the computer] “Alright… GO!”

Lawrence Gowan: [With a wide-eyed, tight-lipped, heavily concentrated look, swoops the towel in around the cat and scoops it around her head and sides]

Tommy Shaw: [Comes in over and around the sides with his gloved hands to guard from paws flying up, and to provide stability from underneath as they begin to lift up]

Lawrence Gowan: [To the cat, who is hissing and snarling] “No… You, stop. You, stop!”

-They get the cat up from the ground to the top of the table, and Lawrence struggles to reach above to the control panel to adjust the beam column while they try to get the cat laid on her side.  This is the tricky part, since it requires uncovering the back half of her body for an abdominal x-ray, which also means freeing the back feet from the towel-

Tommy Shaw: [Doing his best to get the most firm grip he can as Lawrence pulls the towel away from his end, though is visibly struggling with the lack of flexibility of the gloves, and how the cat is wriggling a lot harder without the constraint of the towel]

Lawrence Gowan: “Oh, no, you don’t!” [Still has the cat’s head, but with the cat turning into a liquid, as cats do, the cat has managed to hook a paw under the back edge of the table, and uses this as leverage to flip back up.] “Tommy, I’m gonna have to re-scoop her with the towel -keep her back end!  Letting go in three, two, one…!”

Tommy Shaw: [Holding on for dear life, and as tightly as he feels as he safely can without hurting the cat or her kittens, as Lawrence grabs the towel and tries to snatch up both the head and front paws in one fell swoop]

-The cat by now knows what the towel is, and flails herself all the way to the back edge of the table away from them, like she’s looking for an escape, likely down along the wall the x-ray machine and table are against, to the floor, and then to any corner of the room she can get herself into-

Lawrence Gowan: [Reflexively, he kicks a leg back behind him to close the cabinet the x-ray computer is in.  Then, he realizes, as the cat is flailing around toward the back pillar of the X-ray table, leading up to where the beam and control panel above are, there is actually a four-inch gap along the back side of the table, just under the ledge, and realizes that after the cat has hooked her paw around the ledge to grab on, that she is shifting herself toward it.  His voice goes up a whole octave as he manages to blurt out the one thing he can manage] “Don’t let her get in the table-!”

Tommy Shaw: [With the lead x-ray gloves, put on more for protection from the cat than from radiation at this point, tries to grab the cat by the hindquarters and yank her up, just as she manages to slither through by rolling another 360 degree barrel roll in Tommy’s gloved hands and suddenly, drops away through the gap.]

-Tommy and Lawrence stop and just look at each other-

Tommy Shaw: “Aw, crap.  What do we do now?!”

Lawrence Gowan: “She’s IN the table.”

-They look at each other for two more seconds and bust up in adrenaline-driven laughter-

Tommy Shaw: “I don’t know what to do!  I’ve never seen this happen before!”

Lawrence Gowan: “Well, I’ve not ever seen this before, either.” [Looks at the x-ray table, and eyes the screws on the front, metal protective panel that houses the internal mechanisms and the receiving pixel grid] “Well, then, given what I suspect it’s going to take to get her out, we’re either doing these rads with drugs, or we’re not doing them at all, because this level of stress isn’t any less dangerous than using a sedative at this point.” [Opens the door to the radiology suite] “Can someone send Dr. P over here?  And, I never thought I’d request this, but could somebody find and bring us a toolbox… and maybe a can of wet EN? [Drops his voice back down] “Though I highly doubt she’s coming out of there for food.”  [Turns back to Tommy] “Well, you might as well go wash that scratch out, now… this isn’t going to sort itself out anytime fast.”

[spxllcxstxr]

Being in an Established Relationship with Jayce and Viktor • Headcanon

(Gif not mine)

Request: I am desperate for more Jayce x Viktor x Reader content! Would I be able to request headcanons for what an established relationship with them would be like?? 🥺 -- @spatialwave

Warnings: gn!reader, first time writing arcane and jayvik so I hope it's all good!!

A.N: Andy (@spatialwave) has inspired me so much so PLEASE go read their beautiful writing! You need to understand I got this request LAST NIGHT, I just had to bang it out I was writing like a FIEND. I loved writing this so much, I hope to write more in the future!! Hope you enjoy!

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Being in a relationship with Jayce and Viktor is like being a part of an old married couple that simultaneously bickers all the time and is just falling in love all over again every day

Jayce is like a ray of sunshine on a summer afternoon

He's clingy--but not overwhelmingly so. Jayce just has to have some sort of body part on either of you at all times (except in the lab unless he's feeling especially in love that day)

He loves putting his arms around your waist, chest pressed up against your back and lips ghosting over your neck. Jayce is a bit more subtle with Viktor, since your other partner prefers smaller touches, so their fingers are always tangled together. Some days Jayce will even sneak his hand into Vik's back pocket, making the slimmer boy light up red from the neck up

Jayce is also the type of boyfriend that will always have you two on his mind. He picks a flower from someone's garden to give it to you because "the vibrancy of its color reminded me of your eyes," or buys a little knick knack for Viktor because "I thought you would find it hilariously stupid" (Viktor will put it on his already cluttered desk at the lab because Jayce was right, it is stupidly funny)

Jayce will always get an A for effort because even if he can't remember how you like your coffee or tea, it's the thought that counts

Has bigass puppy dog eyes and he fucking knows how to use them against you two

All he has to do is look between you and Vik with those golden eyes are you're both putty in his hands

Speaking of being putty in hands, Jayce is the cuddler of the relationship

Which is good because he is also the space heater of the relationship too

Will basically have Viktor curled up on one side and you on the other. His face will be buried in Viktor's hair, placing sleepy kissed on his scalp. His fingers will rub circles on the small of your back. Jayce is the best pillow and blanket in all of Piltover AND Zaun

Viktor, on the other hand, is like the moon at midnight

He loves the both of you in a slightly different way than Jayce

While Jayce is more touchy and exuberant with his love, Vik is certainly more subtle, though that doesn't mean he loves you two any less

He is actually exceptionally smitten with you and Jayce. It's like his walls come crashing down whenever you two are with him. He could come back from having a disagreement about a project with Heimer, with his jaw clenched and brows furrowed, and then he'll spot you and Jayce in your shared apartment and it all melts away

Viktor isn't carrying the world on his shoulders with his partners around him. He knows that you guys will lift the hefty weight from his shoulders

While Viktor isn't as touchy ad you or Jayce, he shows his presence in other ways.

Viktor will always have at least one eye on you at all times. It's not that he doesn't trust you two (on the contrary, you two are the only people he trusts with his life), he just needs to know his lovers are ok

Jayce could be tinkering with something in the lab and 50% of Viktor's attention will be on him. Making sure he doesn't shock himself or mix the wrong chemicals together. And if that does ever happen, Viktor drops everything to help him. He masks his worry with wit, but the mask is transparent for you and Jayce

Viktor is also the one with the extreme attention to detail. Your coffee or tea is always right and always the right temperature in the morning. A scarf is always hanging on the coat rack near the front door on chilly days for you. Puts a bookmark in the book you're reading when you unexpectedly fall asleep reading on the couch

He is so big on being a gentleman. Will open doors for you two, pull out seats during a nice dinner. Also is the type to lift up your hand so he can kiss your knuckles (he knows this drives you wild and he struggles to hide a smirk at your heated face)

The three of you are witty and biting and funny in your own ways, quips are basically thrown around every hour of the day. The day isn't complete without someone rolling their eyes. Teasing knows no bounds--the apartment, the lab, a fancy dinner, in front of councilmen and women--doesn't matter

Every day you feel lucky to have these two as your partners, you really hit the jackpot with them. They're caring and attentive and loving in ways no one else is

And they feel the exact same way

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[astrow1zar6]

Rising sign Observations~ how you first come off to others

Scorpio risings i noticed tend to be the most disliked out of all the rising signs off the jump so imma get into that one first. Scorpio risings have this “no time for bs” look which can come off as very intimidating & bitchy to others. They almost have this X-ray vision when meeting new people, they can tell who you are by talking to you for 5 minutes or even just observing how you act & if they don’t like it they will act accordingly. They don’t have time for social graces if they aren’t interested in you which can make people dislike them or view them as rude. They are just very real people tbh and if they catch a bad vibe they will not fake that they like you (which as a Capricorn rising I truly admire cuz I’m the same way). But once you get close enough where they can trust you these people are such soft babies at heart fr😭 I met a lot that had bad social anxiety and don’t be as strong and intense as they come off. These people are also like a vault you can vent to them about the deepest shit and you can trust no one will ever know. They also have these siren eyes that either scare the shit outta you or hypnotize you. People that love Scorpio risings are usually confident people who are true to themselves they are a repellent for phony vibes and energy. This is honestly one of my fav rising signs.

Libra rising on the flip side is a rising sign that doesn’t mind others being fake towards them or being a lil fake towards others, this is a trick to their charm they try to be what others want them to be whether it’s them or not. (Unless there are heavy Aries or Scorpio placements) this mask however is the reason why they are super popular and people are so attracted to them. They truly love being admired by others to the point they will be a kiss ass for validation. These people grew up paying attention to what made others tick and what people preferred which is why they are so likeable. They are usually seen as conventionally attractive as well (thanks to Venus’s influence) which is a great bonus to their already charming personality. Even if they aren’t conventionally attractive they are usually really aesthetically pleasing to look at whether it be how they wear their hair or makeup or fashion sense. They are big romantics and love flirting with attractive people & get a big ego boost from romantic attention (even if they aren’t into the person😭). I don’t really like this sign too much cuz I can see past the super nice bs most of the time but they are very engaging and usually hilarious so I’ll give them credit. They also really appreciate others who are good hearted as well (even though they end up attracting very assertive & harsh people lol). I respect how far these people go to make others feel comfortable and appreciated, their influence makes others believe there are still good people in the world. They are also not scared to stand up for any injustice they will go to war over what’s right! I respect it.

Capricorn risings are like the ice queens of the rising signs. Their face either looks pissed off all the time or it’s completely nonchalant and emotionless. Most people off jump assume these people are boring as shit and don’t think about anything other than work and ambitions which is very far from the truth. Deep down most are very sensitive and nurturing to those they trust but their inability to show vulnerability makes it hard to get any personality out of them. They are very selective with who they share their personality with you have to be a certain vibe. With some people they can come off as quiet and annoyed and with others they become extremely extroverted and funny. People honestly don’t talk about how HILARIOUS these people can be once they get comfortable with you (Sagittarius in the 12th house: hidden comedian). They have the best dry humor I’ve ever met and their comedic timing is perfect but it’s unfortunate because they are usually so shy at first people don’t even know they are. These were the kids that would say something hilarious under their breath in school and some loud asshole would hear it and copy what they said louder and the whole class dies laughing (this has happened to me sm🤦🏽‍♀️). They usually struggle with self confidence and social anxiety at a young age which is why many described them as “awkward kids”. They have this weird Benjamin Button affect where in childhood they can be quiet and super mature but as they age they become super goofy and careless, this the same concept with their looks as well (could’ve looked older when young but as they got old they look younger). They usually age like fine wine too btw.

Gemini risings are usually super smart people but they can come off as so ditzy and childish that most people really don’t know that they are that smart. I’ve seen people with this placement get straight As and have amazing credit scores but act like they are five personality wise😂. These people are so bubbly and childlike that it’s almost refreshing to be around (especially for more unexpressive signs). These people have an amazing ability to save anyone from an awkward conversation. If you’ve ever been in a group where no one knew what to say to eachother the minute a Gemini rising walks in it’s like “thank goddd”. These people are amazing conversationalists which can get them really far in life and help them become super popular! It’s usually a breeze for these people to get jobs I notice too they are usually amazing in interviews, they can attract opportunities to them super easily by just speaking. The only issue is they have a hard time keeping the opportunities they get so easily not because they are irresponsible (which sometimes is the case) but mostly out of boredom. Boredom are these people’s Achilles heel. Once the excitement dies from something new the move on to the next best think. It’s not uncommon to see these people change careers constantly or move every year, change their friend group and partners ect. They must learn stability is they really want to grow and mature and keep their eggs in one basket. They really crave this deep down inside (their taurus is in the 12th house: secretly wanting stability) but with such a restless nature it can be difficult. I also notice if afflicted these people can be SUPER obnoxious and can struggle with not talking, they sometimes can talk too much and gossip too much. Usually we’re always in trouble in school for “disrupting the class” or “talking when the teacher is talking” as children. But overall these people are big kids at heart and are very charming.

Pisces risings are usually extremely soft spoken and almost come off as too pure for this world. They are usually super kind and find it hard to say anything bad about anyone. Normally very quiet and can look like they are always in a daze. These people look like they are in la la land more than any Pisces placement imo. But don’t be fooled just because they seem super nice doesn’t mean all of them are. This placement is probably the hardest to tell if they are bad people because of how pure they come off they can manipulate anyone. They can be big soft spoken manipulators and people won’t even think twice that they’re being used with is truly impressive & a lil terrifying if you ask me. Many people believe they can do no wrong so they get away with a lot of shit. They usually prefer to be in their own little worlds than be in reality which can make them very creative but also very isolated at times. Like Capricorn, I notice they can struggle with social anxiety as well from a young age & could’ve believed their personalities were awkward and weird. They have so much empathy towards others because they could’ve been brought up where they needed to put others before themselves. My grandma had this placement and I asked her one time if you can have any wish what you’d it be and she responded with “ I would wish that everyone who was homeless would be able to have a home” I thought that was the most sweetest thing to wish for 🥺. These people though have an issue with avoiding responsibility because of how in their heads they can be, these are probably the biggest procrastinators of them all. They don’t do too well when it comes to being practical and neglect a lot of things in their life if it’s too overwhelming or requires too much energy. Which is why it’s important for these people to find ways to ground themselves or find a partner who is very grounded. ( I highly recommend to stay away from any type of substance abuse!!). They could’ve also been taken advantage of a lot because of their soft natured so many have trust issues when getting to know others.

Sagittarius risings are usually the loudest ones in the room, seriously though you can hear these people a mile away lol. Everything these people do is “big” from their personality, their laugh, their fashion ect. I’ve seen these people go both ways to some being super popular and adored or they are usually bullied for being obnoxious and attention seeking. These people have a bit of a “me first” way of thinking at times which can either bother others or be admirable. They usually love parties and are really fun to be around in big events like that. They are usually the ones in the middle of the dance floor or cracking jokes trying to make new friends. These people are also super smiley and cute lol they have such wholesome smiles. It’s rare to catch these people in a bad mood most people see them as very happy go lucky which attracts a lot of people to them. I most of the women with this placement are THICCC. Gives big hips and nice thighs and a nice 🍑👀.

Cancer risings i notice want to be babied emotionally & enjoy babying others emotionally as well. From the ones i met they need A LOT of emotional validation especially from their partner. This can be either sweet or draining depending on the person. Usually they are pretty open with their emotions even if they don’t try to be you can see it all over their face lol. They wear their heart on their sleeve. They really enjoy deep talks with the people they love and enjoy helping people get better after being sad. They would do amazing in caretaking careers such as nursing, hospice workers ect. What’s nice about these people is that they usually genuinely care about what’s wrong in your life and will listen for hours to someone vent. Helping people I notice gives them a sense of purpose. Most I meet were usually not nurtured properly growing up (especially by the mother) so they adopted this nurturing personality to others to sorta make up for what they lacked. They usually look very innocent and have big doe eyes and pale ghostly skin (think of Snow White). Even if from a different race they are usually the lightest in the family. They are also usually blessed with amazing mommy milkers iyk what I mean. They can however be pretty emotionally manipulative if they feel like they are losing someone (mostly a partner) they can almost guilt their partners to stay with them and fuck with their emotions if they feel a breakup coming (if immature however). They usually have pretty bad abandonment issues and don’t take people leaving their life well at all. They usually think about old friends/partners from years ago. They are very nostalgic people and hate change most of the time. It’s hard for them to move on to people they truly cared about even if they were super toxic.

Virgo rising’s usually come off to others as very humble and modest. Usually the least likely to brag about themselves to others, even though deep down they want too (Leo in the 12th house). They are normally pretty reserved and can come off as aloof at first but once they get comfortable they will definitely yap your ear off lol (mercury influence). These people are usually very smart and strived to get good grades in school. Could have been seen as the teachers pet. These were also the kids that were big know it alls lol they were those kids that argued with the teacher because they believed they were wrong😭 they can come off as snobby at times cuz of this which doesn’t really attract them a lot of friends. Most have a very small circle of close buddies that they hold dear to them. These people can either be super clean freaks or messy as shit no in between. I notice they prefer to wear comfy simple clothing, nothing to flashy or dramatic & they can pull off the natural face look great. I’ve seen that these people can struggle with sensitive skin as well and can have struggles with acne. Usually these people are super insecure about themselves (like most Virgo placements) they try to come off as perfect to everyone which usually burns them out pretty fast. They want others to admire them and see them as perfect so they go through great lengths to keep this image up. (Y’all don’t gotta do all that to impress others🥺). Usually gives a nerdy vibe to the person even if they don’t look nerdy on the outside they just give off that vibe a lot. Their love language is acts of service and if they love you they will do anything for you! I notice as well these people are very big on routines, if their routine gets messed up in any type of way they can get very pissy and irritated. Routines give them a sense of control so when they don’t have a solid routine they can act a bit unstable. They usually enjoy doing practical things like grocery shopping, laundry, cleaning for fun ect. Many can view them as pretty boring but they just enjoy the simple things in life that most people look over.

I don’t have time to talk about the others because I have work😩 but if you guys really dig these observations I will make a part two tomorrow ♥️☺️

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Hey sweetie hoping you're doing well

What about a college au where Miguel is a punk and reader is a smarty coquette? And Miguel is very teasing with her to catch her attention... Very enemies to lovers (with smut)

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Fluff, Penetrative Sex, Slight Mentions of Bondage

Summary: He loves how you wear your ribbons.

A/N: This request is so cutesy!! I hope you're doing well too, love!

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You hate him.

Which hurts you to say because you really do try your best not to hate anyone. But Miguel O'Hara makes it very easy to hate someone. You're just so tired of him! It's like he makes it his life mission to make you angry. Which makes you even more mad because he likes seeing you angry because he just loves making fun of how you look when you're mad!

He's always trying to annoy you. He finds it hilarious to pull on the ends of your bows, making them uneven and loose. You have to spend well over 5 minutes trying to fix your hair while he snickers about it. He's always pulling you back by tugging on your necklace of the day, maybe even pulling the ends of your styled hair. To him, there is always something nasty to point out about your carefully crafted outfits, let it be the quaint design, the ruffles, or even the freaking soft color of it. He finds some sick enjoyment in messing up your aesthetic notebooks and pens, removing the small decorations off of them when you're not looking or dirtying them with graphite stains. He always has to comment about something. He's making fun of the stuff he sees you liking on social media when he's being nosy. Has to tell you how utterly trash your music taste is as a Lana Del Ray song is sung under your breath. Can't let you have an ounce of peace when you talk about how badly you want the new Sonny Angels collection or looking for a specific Calico Critters set. Don't even get him started about all the pastel, cute items you have saved on Pinterest or on your home decor wish list.

But honestly, Miguel is a sucker for everything about you. He's constantly on his knees every time you walk into the lecture hall wearing your frilly skirts and dresses. Damn near collapses of a heart attack when he pulls on the silky bows in your hair or on your necklaces and the sweet smelling perfume you wear hits his nose. He's itching to steal one of your pens so he can have it everywhere he goes or taking a peak into your notebook to look at the dainty notes you are so concentrated on taking. He likes peering into your ribbon-filled world, trying to understand the 'relatable' posts you like about your favorite things. His browsing history is of the little toys you keep mentioning, an occasional search for room decor breaking the stream of Sonny Angels links. He has that one Lana Del Ray Album that you keep singing saved to his music app, and he much prefers your covers.

He finds luck where you find despair. While he loves the fact your professors always pair you two together because of your smarts, you find dread in knowing you can't escape him throughout the weekdays. You always have a pout on your glossy lips as you reluctantly take your seat next to him, your tote bag falling on the long desks with a thump to further emphasize your mood. It makes him chuckle, seeing your obvious dislike of being around him. It makes his heart skip a beat every time you turn to him, warning him in a low whisper to not get on your nerves today. In turn, he should be telling you not to distract him. He can't count how many times he's stopped paying attention to the lecture because he's watching you reapply your lip gloss or fix your hair from the corner of his eye. He's paralyzed for a good minute when you spray your perfume, leaning his arm the slightest bit out so the smell can cling to his leather jacket throughout the day.

But he finds himself the luckiest when he's walking through your dorm room for a project, taking in the distinct smell of you and a room that looks exactly like your Pinterest boards. He isn't exactly sure how it happens, but one second your notebooks are sprayed out against the covers of your bed, and the next they're a crumpled mess on your floor as he has you pinned under him. Your soft bed sheets have nothing on your skin as his rough hands travel up your legs and arms, pulling down the straps of your dress and untying them from the back. He's never been more in love with your bows than the moment your dress slips off your body to reveal the small bows decorating your underwear. It makes him groan as he slips them off your body, making a mental note to please take them home with him when he's done.

As much as he loves the ribbons in your hair, he can't help but think how pretty you look when your hair falls around your shoulders. He much prefers the look of the silk ribbon around your wrists, making sure the ends are even and the bow is tied in perfect loops. Your glossy lips look divine as they drop open in a moan as he pushes into your tight cunt, obsessed with the way your walls pulsate around his leaking cock. And the way you call out his name in that wobbly tone, so different from the low hisses you usually give him, has him gritting his teeth to will himself not to shoot his load so soon. His mind is as loopy as your bows when he buries his face in your neck, huffing at the smell of vanilla cherry and sweat and sex on your skin. He feels like he's in paradise, and even the low tones of Lana's voice filling the room doesn't take away anything from the moment.

Don't question him when that pink ribbon around your wrists goes missing after this, because there is no way in hell he isn't taking that home with him too.

Part 2 Part 3

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I Find Myself Back At Your Door

So thanks to some lovely babes on a server I'm in, I wrote this after 809, because fuck it, I just want these two back together. It's only 4k words, so I'll post it all here. Or you can read it over here on AO3. Spoilers for the episode, it takes place a few weeks after and we'll just assume everything is settled with...everything. But it's based around a misunderstanding at the beginning.

It’s late, it’s raining, and Tommy has been sitting in his truck and staring up at the building for a while. He rubs his hand over the stubble he’s accumulated in the last several days, having lapsed on self-care again. He’s been going through cycles of being alright and being severely depressed over and over again ever since the last time he was here.

“Fuck it,” he says, opening the door and going inside.

He’s not wearing a jacket, because it hadn’t been raining when he’d left the bar. He hadn’t even had anything to drink, he’d just sat at the end of the bar and blankly watched a reairing of a UFC fight while he got through all of a half a beer. Then he’d heard someone laugh, and it had sounded enough like him that Tommy had whipped his head around. The guy at the pool table with his friends had looked nothing like Evan—he was short and whip-thin with dark hair—but Tommy had settled his tab and left immediately.

Instead of going home or to a different bar or to Sal’s, he came here. And now he’s shivering in the elevator with his shirt plastered to his skin. When he raises his hand to knock on the door, he waits and realizes he didn’t see the Jeep in its usual spot. His heart sinks, and he scrubs a hand across his face, cursing himself for being so stupidly optimistic.

But then he hears footsteps, and the door opens and Tommy wants to leave. Another man is answering Evan’s door late at night, and he looks pleasant and handsome and comfortable in his pajamas. “S-sorry,” Tommy says, backing up from the door. “I, uh, I think I have the wrong—sorry.”

The guy looks over his shoulder, and Tommy wants to throw up. He’s going to bolt if Evan appears over the guy’s shoulder.

“No, it’s cool,” the guy says, blinking slowly at him, and Tommy’s pretty sure he’s a little high. “Are you looking for the guy who used to live here?”

Tommy blinks. “Used to? Evan Buckley doesn’t live here anymore?”

“No, I just got this place,” he says. “Just got the keys a couple weeks ago. I think the landlord’s got a forwarding address for the guy, but he said something about Texas? I’m not really sure, honestly.”

The air freezes in Tommy’s lungs.

Texas.

Evan’s in Texas.

“Th-thanks,” he says softly, turning and walking toward the stairs. He can’t be in an elevator right now. The idea of a confined space is making him dizzy. The stairwell isn’t much better, but at least he’s not just standing still in a box.

When he gets to his truck, he presses his face into his hands and screams. He beats his hands against his steering wheel and sobs and wraps his arms around himself and wants to be anywhere but here. He wants to be somewhere else, months ago, he wants to fix this.

By the time he turns the truck on, he feels hollowed out and numb. It’s not all that different from the last time he drove away.

He drives aimlessly until he’s pretty sure he’s in an area of Los Angeles he’s never seen before. His gas light is on, and he needs to sleep at some point.

Texas.

He doesn’t know why. The only tie Evan has to Texas is Christopher, but Christopher is with his grandparents. Unless Eddie moved and Evan moved with him.

He’d asked Eddie while they were waiting for an x-ray on his ankle if he and Evan had ever been a thing. Eddie had made a hilarious series of alarmed faces before settling on mild disgust and saying it would be like getting with his brother. Besides, he was straight. Maybe that hadn’t been the case. Or maybe Evan had just wanted a change of pace and scenery and following his best friend to Texas had been the answer.

Regardless, Tommy feels like his heart’s imploding. It’s just collapsing in on itself in his chest, and it’ll take the rest with it and soon there will be nothing left of him. Because rather than talk or clarify anything, he’d walked out of Evan’s life and lost him.

There had been so many times in the last few months in which he’d almost texted him. Sometimes it was to ask him if he wanted to talk, sometimes it was to beg for forgiveness, sometimes it was because he was sad or drunk or horny. No matter what, he’d felt compelled to open their text thread and type and delete and type and delete, to reach out and tell Evan that he was wrong to admire someone who had spent the better part of his life being a coward who hated himself. Sometimes he was mad, because he hated feeling like he was being propped up on some gay pedestal. He just wanted to be a real person.

Mostly, though, he had just missed him. He loves him. God, he loves him. He’d made it all of a month before he’d looked over at Evan Buckley and thought, Yeah, this could be it forever. And then Evan would ask a question or come to a realization about signs he’d ignored about being queer, and Tommy would get slammed back to reality. Evan needed to figure himself out, he needed the space and time to do that, and he deserved to not be tied to some middle-aged romantic with a cargo hold’s worth of baggage while he did that.

He realizes he’s been parked outside a school in the middle of the night, which is a weird thing for a grown man to do. He doesn’t know the school, has never shown up with a fire engine to help anyone there or do a demonstration or give a talk, so he doesn’t even know what neighborhood he’s in. He grabs his phone and opens his GPS, scanning around so he can figure out how far he is from home and whether there’s a gas station nearby.

It turns out, he knows the neighborhood, just not this part of it. He’s about a half mile from Eddie’s place—Eddie’s old place? He’s not sure.

Maybe Eddie would still be there, and he could tell Tommy why the fuck Evan had picked up and moved to Texas. Or Eddie wouldn’t be there, and Tommy would have something approaching an answer.

He puts the truck in drive and navigates himself toward Eddie’s house, seeing familiar landmarks the closer he gets.

In the driveway, there’s a Jeep.

Tommy stops abruptly in the middle of the road and stares. Did Evan sell his Jeep to Eddie? Did he sell it to the new people who moved into Eddie’s place? He loved his Jeep, he had intense brand loyalty that Tommy hadn’t understood until he’d heard about Maddie handing over the keys to hers. The idea that he’d leave it behind actually scares Tommy a little.

He parks the truck somewhat haphazardly, halfway blocking the driveway, and gets out. It’s still pouring rain. There’s a light on inside the house, so Tommy jogs up and knocks on the door.

When the door opens, Evan is blinking blearily at him, looking like he’d just woken up.

“Tommy?” he says, frowning. “What are you—holy shit, are you okay?”

“You’re here,” Tommy breathes, and Evan tilts his head in confusion. “You’re not in Texas.”

“No, Eddie’s in Texas,” he says, crossing his arms over his chest, his shoulders hunching a little. “I’m subletting.”

Tommy nods, relief flooding him, even though having Evan separated from the loft feels wrong. He’s immediately exhausted after having gone through an intense rollercoaster of emotions for the last few hours that he’d been driving. He crosses his own arms over his chest, but it’s mostly to stave off the cold.

“Sorry,” Tommy says, taking a step back. “I shouldn’t have—”

“Why’d you think I was in Texas?” Evan asks.

He freezes, considers lying, realizes that’s stupid. “I went to your old place, and the guy there said.”

“Was he high?” he asks, and Tommy nods. “Yeah, I don’t think he was paying attention when I went to get my mail last week. Why were you there?”

Tommy shivers and tries to pull his arms closer to his body to warm himself. “I wanted to see you.”

Evan takes a half-step toward him, putting himself squarely in the doorway. “Why?”

“Because I miss you,” Tommy admits. “And I fucked up. We both kind of did, but I didn’t want to talk about it at the time. So I left, because I do that.”

“I miss you, too,” Evan says, his nose going pink and his eyes getting shiny with tears, and Tommy is so mad at himself for making Evan cry again. “I think about you all the time, and I almost text you or call you all the time. And you left, and Eddie’s gone, and something bad happened to Maddie, and I—”

Evan’s words are coming in a rush, and he’s crying, and Tommy rushes forward to wrap his arms around him. He’s wet and cold, and Evan is so warm in his sweatshirt. He hugs Tommy tight and sniffles.

“Sorry,” he says thickly. “It’s—I shouldn’t make this about me, too. Sorry.”

Tommy frowns and tightens his hold on him. “What are you talking about? This is about you. It’s about us.” He pulls back and presses a cold, shaking hand to Evan’s cheek, his thumb stroking over a tear as it rolls down his cheek. “What happened to Maddie? Is she okay?”

“She’s alive,” Evan says, which isn’t the same thing. “C-can you come in? I have the heater on.”

He nods, and Evan’s hand reaches for Tommy’s and curls around it. He wraps his other hand around it, too, and holds it close to his chest.

“Why don’t you have a jacket?” he asks.

“It wasn’t raining when I started driving.” A shiver runs through him, and Evan tugs him inside.

The house is warm, both literally and figuratively. Eddie’s things are gone, having been replaced by Evan’s. There’s photos all over, there’s also several plants, puzzle books, the fuzzy blankets that Evan likes using when it’s cold, and various little trinkets and knick-knacks that Evan had shown him that had lived in a box in his closet. They were from when he’d been travelling. He’d never bothered pulling them out and finding a place for them before.

Tommy stands just inside, and Evan disappears for a moment before coming back with a towel. He wraps it around Tommy’s shoulders and starts drying off his hair the way he used to when they’d get out of the shower.

“Evan,” he says softly, reaching up to stop him. “Talk to me.”

So he does. They end up sitting on the couch, and Evan tells him everything. He tells him about Maddie and Eddie and Blaze and everything. It all spills out of him like he’s been holding it all in, and Tommy listens and quietly seethes and hates himself a little more for handling things the way he had. He's kind of really unhappy about a lot of things and wonders if Evan was ever this lonely when they were together.

“I know I don't handle being left behind that well,” Evan says, shrugging. 

“That's not something you should've ever had to get used to,” Tommy says, reaching across to grab his hand. “And I'm sorry I was one of the people who did that to you.”

Evan looks at their clasped hands and then up at Tommy. “It's not your fault.”

“It's not not my fault.” He shrugs and smiles just the smallest amount when Evan cracks a smile. “I don't think you handled things perfectly—for the record, the only thing I did to promote marriage equality was to privately vote against Prop 8 and sign a couple petitions. I don't really like being referred to as an elder in a community I refused to be part of until the last few years. It doesn't feel earned or right, and I get defensive about it. But we didn't talk about any of that before. We both avoided a lot of difficult subjects because the good parts of us being together came so easy that we just kept putting it off.”

“Then after like five months, you realize you never talked about some really important shit and it never feels like a good time to bring it up,” Evan says, and Tommy nods. “Yeah, I do that. I, uh, wasn't an easy kid. Or adult. I'm still not, really. I can be a lot to handle. Sometimes I think that if I just don't talk about the stuff about me that's broken, it'll keep people from leaving or just ignoring me. It's never worked, but—maybe I'm just delusional, I don't know.”

Tommy sighs. “Okay, first of all: you don't need to be handled. That's not how that works. Everybody comes with baggage. That's just what adult relationships are: two people with issues trying to figure out how to make it work anyway. You have issues with abandonment and self-worth that I truly cannot wrap my head around right now, because you're one of the best people I've ever met. I avoid talking about tough feelings because I get emotional and I spent about thirty years learning to hide every real emotion I've ever had to keep myself physically, emotionally, and professionally safe. And I carry a lot of shame about the kind of guy I was because of that. I don't like him, I don't like revisiting him. I didn't want to talk about him with the human ball of sunshine I'd found myself dating.”

“I'm not feeling like sunshine these days,” Evan says wryly, gesturing to his face with his free hand. It’s still perfect, maybe a little tired, there’s maybe more stubble than there used to be. “I don't judge you for any of that, you know. I think I might've conflated some stuff from when I talked to him, but Josh told me a little bit about what it was like to have to come out back then. I don't actually know when Glee came out, I think it was when I was still living in Pennsylvania? But I should've asked you. I just didn't want to make you talk about things you didn't want to talk about.”

He feels like he had a stroke halfway through what Evan said. “Why does Glee matter?”

“The pre-Glee, post-Glee thing,” Evan says patiently, rationally, like that's a normal marker people use.

“Yeah, so that's not a thing,” Tommy says, and Evan groans, looking defeated. “At least, not for me. Or any of my friends. I mostly think of it as a pre- and post-marriage equality thing. Or Don't Ask, Don't Tell, since that pretty much turned me into a lying macho robot for six years. Whatever damage my father didn't cause, that policy took care of the rest. I appreciate that you never forced me to talk about things, but I also never volunteered that. And I did the same thing with you, then you never volunteered any of that. So we were basically living in the first couple months of a relationship for six months.”

“So we were doomed,” Evan says with a sad little smile.

Tommy squeezes his hand and reaches out with his other one to take his wrist, too. “I think we just needed to have some conversations. Like the one we're having now.”

“This isn't so bad,” Evan says, his smile softening a little into something warm. “I think there's still more ground to cover, but we're doing okay.”

“Yeah, well, you're really easy to talk to. You're just…easy.” At Evan’s raised brows, Tommy sighs. “That's not what I meant.”

Evan shrugs and laughs. “You're not wrong.”

Tommy snorts. “Yeah, I remember. Not exactly complaining about that. But what I mean is that you're easy to talk to and be around and get comfortable with and fall in love with. Even with us handling a lot of things really poorly, it didn't create constant tension between us the way it normally would in a relationship. It just meant that it was easier to hide the cracks.”

And there's the sunshine grin. Evan’s giving him that broad smile that comes with a head tilt, and it's one of the things Tommy’s missed the most. “‘Fall in love with’?”

“Yeah,” he says, even though his heart's slamming in his chest. “I did do that.”

Evan squeezes Tommy's hand. “Yeah. I think I might've done a little of that myself.”

They’re interrupted by a shrill beep, and Evan jumps up to go to the kitchen. Tommy trails after him and sees that the oven door is cracked open, and Evan opens it the rest of the way to pull out a cheesecake.

“Every time I thought about reaching out to you, I’d bake instead,” Evan explains, hanging the oven mitts back on their hook. “I slowed down for a while, kind of started back up again recently. You can, uh, take some stuff if you want.”

He opens the fridge to show Tommy, and there’s six containers of cookies stacked on a shelf, three loaves wrapped up on another, and two layers of unfrosted cake.

“I was going to make ganache,” Evan explains, closing the fridge.

Tommy closes the distance between them and kisses him.

He knows they have to talk about more things—how this is even going to work, what kind of expectations they need to set about communication, whether Evan even wants him back—but Tommy doesn’t want to worry about that. Right now, he just wants to kiss him. He’s had dreams about kissing him, about opening a door and walking through and kissing him and never leaving, about kissing him and being shoved away and told he’s not worth the trouble, about kissing him and falling into bed together, some weird ones about kissing him when they’re in space or underwater. None of it even comes close to the real thing.

Evan whimpers against his mouth before one of his hands grips the front of Tommy’s shirt and the other tangles in his hair. He kisses back like he’s maybe missed Tommy as much as Tommy missed him, and hope flares in his chest.

When they pull apart, they don't get far. Evan's mouth is on his again, and Tommy’s arms go around him like they're always meant to be there.

“We still have to talk about a lot,” Tommy points out between kisses.

“Yep,” Evan agrees, pushing him up against the fridge. “But I think we're ending up here anyway. I missed you.”

“I missed you, too,” Tommy says, his voice cracking terribly. He hugs Evan to him, and it’s home. “I'm sorry.”

“I'm sorry, too.” Evan’s face ends up in his neck, just resting there. “You don't need to apologize, though.”

Tommy pushes gently at Evan’s shoulders so they can look at each other, because he's still backed up against the fridge and can't really move his head back without concussing himself. “Evan, I hurt you. Of course I owe you an apology, sweetheart.”

Evan looks away, and Tommy has a flash of anger at himself and everyone else who ever put the thought in Evan’s head that he wasn't worth an apology, wasn't worth their time, their energy, or their love.

“Loving you isn't a hardship. Okay?” he tries to get Evan to make eye contact, but he's stubbornly looking to the left and has tears in his eyes and a telltale pout to his lips. “Evan.”

He finally looks at Tommy, and there's so much pain there. And Tommy feels like an asshole for having missed it all those months. This isn't just from him, this is so many years of it.

“Come here,” Tommy says softly, pulling him close again. He takes all of Evan’s weight against him and lets the fridge hold both of them up. “I don't know what's going to happen. But I promise I'll stop assuming it'll be bad. You stop assuming I'll leave. Deal?”

“Deal,” Evan whispers against his shoulder. “I'm so tired.”

“Me, too. I don't think I've gotten a full night's sleep in months.” He turns his face to kiss Evan's hair and smiles when he tilts his head toward Tommy's mouth. “Do you want me to go so you can get some rest?”

He shakes his head as best he can without pulling away from Tommy. “I want you to stay.”

Tommy tightens his hold and nods. “I can do that.”

Evan pulls back when Tommy’s grip loosens a bit, and he still looks too sad for Tommy’s liking. He cradles Evan’s face in his hands and leans in to kiss his nose and then his birth mark spots and then the same areas around his other eye. When he pulls back, Evan’s got a sweet little smile on his face, and it feels like the world shifts a little more back onto its axis.

“Do you want some cheesecake?” Evan asks.

“I would love some cheesecake,” Tommy replies, smiling. “And whatever else you have.”

“You're gonna regret that,” Evan says, patting his own stomach. “All of this is getting too soft now.”

Tommy looks down and notices a little roundness to Evan’s abdomen. It's kind of doing it for him. He flushes and looks up at Evan, who's looking back at him with two raised eyebrows.

“What?” Tommy asks defensively. “You look good. I look like shit. I haven't gotten a real haircut in a couple months, haven’t shaved in a few days.”

Evan reaches up and tugs at one of the curls that formed in his drying hair. “I like it. You can see the grey better.”

Tommy's cheeks flush, and Evan trails his hand down to curl over Tommy's jaw, his thumb pressing into his cheek to feel his stubble.

“Cheesecake after?” Evan suggests.

“After what?” Tommy teases, already settling his hands on Evan’s hips.

“Gotta give you a tour of the new place.”

Tommy tugs him closer. “I've been here before,” he reminds him.

“Not like this,” Evan murmurs before drawing him into a kiss. 

He knows they should wait, there's a million reasons why they shouldn't jump into bed when they're not even officially back together, but Tommy is a weak man. He can't be expected to resist Evan Buckley, especially after being deprived of him for months.

“What do you say?” Evan asks.

“Never saw the bedroom,” Tommy lies, because he’d helped Eddie mount a TV on the wall.

Evan backs away, grabbing Tommy's wrist before he gets too far. “It's nice. Got a bed and everything.”

“Same bed as the loft?”

He shrugs. “Come find out.”

Tommy lets Evan tug him along, helpless to resist when he's got that sparkle in his eye and that teasing twist to his smile. Helpless to resist when he's been missing him every second of every day.

“Anyone ever tell you that you're a vision?” he asks. 

Evan twists his face as he considers the question. “You know, there was this one guy. You'd like him, I think.”

Tommy shakes his head. “Not if he was stupid enough to walk away from you.”

He shrugs. “He had his reasons. But it's okay, we're working things out.”

“Should I go then, or—”

Evan yanks Tommy close and kisses him. “You're not going anywhere, handsome. Not until I'm done with you.”

Tommy shivers and gets a hand under Evan's shirt to press against his lower back. “When's that gonna be?”

He thinks about that for a moment, too, and then shrugs, grinning. “Probably never.”

There's a lump in Tommy's throat, and he can barely swallow around it. “I can live with that.”

[22ayla21]

Hello, I noticed you haven't done Idia yet for family fics or headcanons, so could I request Idia shroud x reader family fics or headcanons? I just love him so much!!!! Plus, I imagine Ortho being the best uncle to the kid or kids....

Shadows of S.T.Y.X with a Small Ray of Light

In the secret organization for the study of Overblot, Idia and his wife grapple with the danger hidden within their work, striving to protect their son from the curse of their family's fate.

Working at S.T.Y.X had always been something truly special for Idia and his wife. It wasn't just a job—it was their calling. The clandestine organization dedicated to researching the Overblot phenomenon, and their mission to ensure the safe use of these dangerous energies, seemed to permeate every moment of their lives. But even in such a demanding rhythm, they found islands of joy—for example, in their son, who, like all children, loved to hover nearby and pry into the secrets of their mysterious laboratories.

Idia always tried to explain the most complex scientific concepts to his son in simple terms, although at times his metaphors might seem somewhat convoluted to an outside observer. But for his son, his explanations sounded like a fascinating combination of a physics lesson and a cool gamer's guide.

"Listen, buddy," Idia would say, gesturing enthusiastically, "imagine that Overblot is like a gamer who levels up their skills to the limit. But the cooler they become, the harder it is for them to control their power. So, this magic needs to be constantly 'leveled down' so it doesn't get out of control, like if you were playing a terribly buggy game..."

His son listened attentively, but a slight bewilderment still lingered on his face. And that's when Mom always came to the rescue. Her explanations were much clearer and simpler, yet no less captivating.

"You know, sweetie," she would say gently, sitting down beside him, "it's like if you found a magical toy. If you play with it carefully, it will give you a lot of fun. But if you don't look after it, it might break or even hurt you. So, your dad and I are trying to figure out how to make sure this toy never breaks and is always safe."

The child nodded, but the intricate scientific complexities of his parents' work still eluded his understanding. He curiously examined their laboratory instruments, strange shimmering devices, but the questions in his head remained numerous.

Sometimes, work demanded complete dedication from the parents, and then, so that their son wouldn't feel lonely, Uncle Ortho—Idia's younger brother—would come to the rescue. He was a true master of entertainment and easily distracted his nephew from sad thoughts. Ortho never excelled in deep knowledge of S.T.Y.X's affairs, but his love for his nephew was truly boundless.

"Hey, young scientist, how about we start a cool joint project? Like real researchers!" Ortho would cheerfully suggest, taking out construction set pieces and showing his nephew how to connect them into an intricate model. And then, with a radiant smile, he would organize fun competitions to build the fastest and sturdiest toy. For his nephew, these were real holidays.

But there were also times when the parents went on very important and long business trips. Then, Idia's parents—their closest and most loving relatives—would come to the rescue. They doted on their grandson and always tried to please him with something special.

"Well, my dear, are you ready for a new batch of hilarious stories about how your dad used to mix up secret codes in the main S.T.Y.X computer when he was young?" Grandpa would wink, already anticipating his grandson's laughter, and begin to recount funny incidents from Idia's youth. Grandma, tireless and full of energy, would shower her grandson with hugs, tickles, and organize noisy games of tag, trying to ignore the nagging pain in her joints—after all, her grandson's joy was much stronger than any discomfort.

And yet, despite the warmth and care of the whole family, Idia and his wife were haunted by one burdensome feeling—the fear that one day their son might be forced to continue their dangerous work at S.T.Y.X. This thought hung over them like an ominous shadow, like a curse they in no way wanted to burden their child with. They knew all too well how dangerous, full of secrets and betrayals, their work could be. They did not wish such a fate for their son. It was something they would never want to pass down.

"He shouldn't be a part of this world," Idia often said to his wife, and deep anxiety sounded in his voice.

And they both silently agreed that their son would be free in his choice, no matter what happened. S.T.Y.X was their life, their burden, and they could not allow it to become their child's life. But deep in their hearts, a timid hope still flickered that perhaps he would find his own, happy path.