#u can pry jamil's penchant for mischief OUT OF MY COLD DEAD HANDS!!

[diodellet]

no, i'd rather pretend: omake

(jamil viper x g/n reader, just plain comfort and shameless self-indulgence. i'm not saying that every emotional moment has to end in happiness/laughter but i like to think that it's still worth finding levity in most situations alongside trying to move forward.) link to the fic if u'd like context

When your emotions have calmed down, you spend a few more minutes together with Jamil. A comfortable silence falling over the both of you.

Until you chose to stand. No you don't ask for help, because at least standing on your own two feet, that you can do.

Cue ✨TV static✨ shooting up your legs.

"Oh...wait, wait a minute. Give me a sec."

"You're having pins and needles, aren't you?"

"...N, No I'm not...No, don't do that!" Your protests go unheard as Jamil lightly nudges the side of your leg with his foot.

You screech and brace one hand against the wall, stumbling away from Jamil with an awkward hobble.

You shoot him a (pitiful attempt at a) withering glare. "I told you to give me a sec!"

In place of his tender gaze is a mischievous grin. "I would have helped you up... if you told me," Jamil says through barely-restrained snickers.

You can only frown at him in response, which sends him further along his laughing fit. Figures, you should've expected this. There truly was no letting your guard down around this guy.

He apologizes and offers to make you a pick-me-up snack in the kitchens.

But you can't let him off the hook just yet. A half-baked revenge plan forms in your mind.

When he takes your hand once again, you feign stumbling forwards a second time, letting him catch the full weight of your body with a grunt.

"Ha! Karma!"

"I could just drop you, you know?"

"Ah, but you wouldn't! ...would you?"

Just when things lightened up, doubt always found a way to worm itself into your words. It sucked.

"Do I even need to answer that?" His finger prods against your forehead. "Come on."

(Besides, having his pinky linked with yours as you follow him to the kitchen was enough to quiet that thought.)