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[mouwriter]

Hi again! Thank you very much for writing my request, I absolutely loved it!!! <3 I hope you post again soon, your writing is very good. Is it ok to ask for a part 2? It can go however you want, if you need any ideas I imagine they would probably show their interest in subtle ways, like cleaning/fixing reader's equipment, leaving anonymous gifts, etc, or maybe something regarding reader taking care of their wounds? It's really up to you. If you don't want to write this I understand and feel free to ignore, I appreciate you taking your time to read this, take as much time as you need, thanks again! <3

I LOVE THIS CONCEPT IM SO HAPPY TO WRITE MORE OF THIS <3

i gotta be honest though (short tangent here), i have been writing a LOT but just not posting it.... specifically mandalorian reader x tbb....

alr so the real truth is that it's a self ship type thing?? but like. i've been thinking about posting it as an x reader thing, just changing the name to y/n and stuff (cause idk about you guys but i don't like reading x reader fics where the reader is named lol)

so uhh lmk if you guys would be interested in that!! anyways tangent over <3

wc: 1.5k

bad batch x medic!reader (part II)

characters: echo, crosshair, wrecker, hunter, tech

It was a short mission—or, it was supposed to be a short mission. So, they’d told you to wait on the ship.

But an hour passed, then two, and you started to get worried. Of course there was Echo, constantly updating you over his comm device, but it wasn’t much to go off of.

A few minutes the thing would crackle to life in your ear:

“We’ve just reached the facility; we’ll be in and out. You doing okay back at the ship?”

“Some… complications have come up. Shouldn’t take more than a few minutes to resolve. Wrecker says hi. I say hi, too.”

You thought you heard him smack himself before the comm cut out, and you giggled to yourself. Still, you were worried. The last update you’d gotten was approximately fifteen minutes ago.

“Our objective is complete—we’ll be seeing you soon. Stay safe until we get there.”

He also told you to keep the doors to the ship shut, but at this point you were keeping them open just to watch for them.

You sat in the threshold, bouncing your knee while your fingernails tapped the durasteel floor. 

You reached for the comm device, about to ask for an update, but you heard blaster fire. 

Leaping to your feet, you spotted the force at once. They exploded from the tree line, and you counted four forms barreling towards you. Concerned, you hopped out of the ship and started jogging towards them, squinting to see who was who.

Tech was up front, gesturing wildly to the ship. You realized he was probably shouting something into his comm, but you’d left the device back in the threshold of the ship. Echo followed him, pointing to his comm. You shook your head, coming to a stop. You still had to make sure they were all there.

Wrecker and Hunter brought up the rear. Wrecker was carrying something—someone, you realized with relief. Crosshair was tossed over his shoulder like a sack of vegetables, and you saw a blaster in his hand.

A few seconds later you saw who he was shooting at. Probably the local militia, by your reckoning. 

“Separatists!” Echo’s voice found your ears at last. You realized that if they were close enough to be heard, you should probably start running, too.

You turned heel, bolting back to the ship. But they were all faster than you, and you found yourself beside Hunter as you all booked it.

“What happened to ‘a short mission’?” you panted, side-eying him.

You heard him sigh before he suddenly fell behind you, just in time to get shot square in the back by a blaster.

“Hunter!” 

He shoved you roughly into the ship behind everyone else before leaping in after you, slamming the switch to close the door.

“Tech!” he rasped, out of breath.

“Already on it,” Tech’s even voice came from the cockpit. In seconds the ship was off the ground, and in a few seconds more you were in space. You all hardly had time to find something to ground yourselves with.

“What happened?!” you fretted, pacing between them all to glance them over.

Wrecker ripped off his helmet, ruddy-cheeked and gasping for air. “We had to run all the way back.”

“Well, yeah, but—” you shook your head. “Who else is injured?” 

You reached for Hunter. You could practically hear the grin in his voice when he chuckled tiredly, sliding his pack from his shoulders to reveal that the blaster had only hit the pack.

“You clever thing,” you huffed, fake-punching him on the arm.

“Didn’t wanna give you any more work than you were already gonna have,” he said, gesturing.

You turned around and immediately looked at Crosshair; he was the one being carried. He had pulled off his helmet and was examining the thing in his lap.

He straightened as you approached, and you put your hands up in surrender. “Can I look you over?”

He rolled his eyes, scooting away. But you took that as an invitation to sit next to him. 

“I’m fine. Wrecker was only carrying me because—”

“Because you were being slow!” Wrecker jumped in, scowling at Crosshair. 

“I was firing back at the troops who were actively shooting at us.” The fire in his gaze dimmed before he glanced at you again. He leaned in ever so slightly, murmuring: “I’m fine. Trust me.”

He planted his hand on your shoulder, pushing himself up and heading to the cockpit. But you noticed the way his hand subtly dragged down your arm as he walked away. You blinked at him, a chill running down your back. But he didn’t turn around to look at you as he disappeared into the cockpit.

“Uh, how about you, Wrecker?”

He visibly lit up at the sound of his name. “Oh, you know me. I’m practically indestructible!”

You tilted your head, only partly returning his massive grin. The grin didn’t last long—it quickly turned into a pout as he looked at his left arm, rotating his shoulder.

“Except… I think I got nicked on the arm…”

You got to your feet, crouching down next to him on the ground. You could see that his blacks were torn on the inner part of his left arm, which he held out for you to examine.

“Not too bad. Let me get some dressings.”

You stood up to get your pack, visualizing what you needed. Probably just a square of gauze and—

The gauze pocket was completely empty. You knew you were running low, but not this low!

Then again, I did patch up that kid on Ryloth… 

You bit your lip. What else could you use? Maybe if you cut a bit of your clean clothes, or—

“You’ll probably need a five by five,” Tech’s voice came from behind you.

“Well, yeah, but I don’t have any gauze,” you huffed, turning to face him. 

Your eyes immediately landed on the piece of gauze he was holding out to you. In his other hand was a small box; you recognized the packaging. It was all gauze.

“I noticed you ran out on our last mission. I figured you’d restock it yourself, but I got some just in case.”

“It’s a good thing you did!” You beamed, throwing your arms around him.

The gauze box fell to the floor, and you pulled away. “Sorry,” you chuckled, picking it up. “But thank you, Tech. Seriously.”

Tech fixed his goggles, avoiding your gaze. It was dark in the ship, but you perceived a faint hint of redness on his cheeks. “Well… I’m just making sure you can do your job.” He cleared his throat. “And here’s some bacta; I got this, too. Just in case.”

You nodded. It really was a superficial wound; you would’ve gotten away with some gauze and wrappings on anyone else, but you both knew Wrecker.

You tied the wrapping on his arm, gently tucking your finger under the fabric to check the tightness.

“Does that feel too tight?”

Wrecker bent his arm and straightened it again, examining your work. “Feels great! You always take care of me.” He grinned, clapping you on the shoulder with his other hand. 

You smiled, standing up and handing him his top. Your finger found the tear in one arm, and you held up the garment contemplatively. “I don’t think you’re gonna want to wear this.”

Wrecker planted himself on a seat, reclining with a sigh as he placed his hands behind his head. “Nah, I’m good.” He flashed a grin at you.

You couldn’t help but side-eye him, folding the top over your arm. “I’ll get you a blanket.”

There was a blanket laying somewhere around the bridge; you just couldn’t remember where. 

As you rummaged through one of the supply crates, you noticed Hunter approaching. He crouched down to rummage through another crate next to you.

“You sure you’re okay?” you asked, glancing at him.

“Just a bruise; I already had Echo look at it.”

You nodded. “How about Echo?”

“He’s fine. His job was just to keep checking on you,” Hunter joked. 

“So I noticed.” You smiled.

Hunter lifted a blanket from the crate, shuffling so he was crouched at the other end of your crate.

“Oh, thanks.”

“I should be the one thanking you,” he retorted. “You do a good job.”

You tilted your head, taking the blanket from him. For a moment you both just held the fabric, looking at each other, lost in thought. 

“Thanks,” you said again, more slowly this time. “You do a good job, too.”

“Even though I can’t keep ‘a short mission’ short?”

You snorted, jumping up. “Water under the bridge, sergeant. I’m just glad you’re all alive.”

He grinned at you as you walked away, reclining against the wall.

No matter how bad a mission went, they could always look forward to one thing: you.

yaaay ty for reading!! and tysm for this request, hopefully i can put out more of this soon... <3

[mouwriter]

Hi! I read your Star Wars and Arcane headcanons and I loved them, congratulations on the amazing writing! I look forward to reading more of your works.

I'd also like to request a Bad Batch x reader headcanons/fic/blurb, you choose it. I had this idea that since they don't have a good relationship with regs, it'd be hard for them to receive appropriate medical care from clone medics, because of that a medic!reader would be assigned to assist them on their missions. In the beginning they'd be skeptical, but slowly they would warm up to the reader and secretly each of them would start to fall in love with their medic. How would they proceed? Would they be willing to share?

If any of this makes you uncomfortable or you don't write for these themes I understand and please feel free to ignore this, thank you in advance! <3

(Also English is not my first language, if there are mistakes or it's confusing I apologize, thanks again ;))

oh my goodness, first request on this acc!! tysm, this is such a cute concept!!! :D

wc: 1.7 k

reluctant bad batch x medic!reader

characters: Crosshair, Echo, Tech, Wrecker, Hunter

You’ve worked with some… difficult patients before, so when you were assigned to specifically join a force of specialized clones, you figured you knew what you were getting into.

Boy, were you wrong.

Not only were these men difficult, but there was something off about them; at first you thought it was your imagination, but as time passed, you wondered if maybe there really was something there—but what? 

Wrecker started off as your favorite. His wariness wore off within two hours of meeting you; you laughed at one of his jokes, and it was then that he knew he was going to like you. And he told you so, even though you’d assume the opposite when you were treating him.

Despite his tough, brutish appearance, Wrecker was a bit of a whiner when it came to wound care. He’d hiss at the cold packs, flinch away when you tried to disinfect anything. 

“Why can’t you just put me in the bacta tank?” he asked you one day, cursing and gritting his teeth while you pulled debris out of a nasty scrape.

“Because we don’t have a bacta tank,” you said with a gentle smile. “I’m sorry, I know this sucks.” You grabbed his hand and gave it a quick squeeze before returning to work.

He glanced at you through squinting eyes, and for a moment his face relaxed. He couldn’t watch you work—it’d freak him out too much—so he fixed his gaze on your face. You had been too focused to notice, but you did notice that suddenly he stopped twitching. He even seemed relaxed. 

If you had looked up, you would’ve seen the faint smile on his face. It was less than his usual grin, the one he gave you whenever you finished patching him up. It was something softer, something stemming from somewhere deep within him. 

He might’ve been your favorite, but you were certainly his favorite. Always laughing with him, amusing him when he wanted to show you something… you were almost kinder to him than his brothers were. What wasn’t there to love?

“All done,” you said, and he switched to his broader grin just in time. He threw a large arm around you, pulling you close enough that he could feel your heartbeat against his side.

“Thanks, Y/n! You’re good to me,” he chuckled, looking at you with a little too much fondness. You grinned, then both of you blushed and looked away.

“No problem,” you replied, clearing your throat.

Echo was another interesting one. An ex-reg, now half machine, half man. Sometimes you didn’t know what to do with him; you were trained in medicine, not mechanics. 

But he was patient, and mostly self-sufficient besides. He’d answer any questions you had when you (attempted to) treat him. 

You always noticed that he seemed… fragile, somehow. Make no mistake, he was probably the toughest guy in the troop, considering what he’d been through. But whenever it was just the two of you, sitting in silence, you could sense that there was something deep within him that he tried valiantly to protect—something soft.

You never pried. Instead you’d make casual conversation, even joke around with him. You weren’t sure what else to do, but it seemed to work with him.

Little did you know that he was fully aware that you had him figured out. But you didn’t treat him like a sob-story; that was what really got him. 

If anything, you were the mystery. He was curious about you; he’d try to ask questions while you worked, but he didn’t want to make anything obvious.

Make what obvious? he asked himself one night. What was there that he was trying to hide from you? Certainly not his past; you already knew about that. What more could there be?

At first, he didn’t want to say anything. Or do anything. Why would he? He valued your friendship above everything. But after a while—specifically after he was reminded time and time again that life doesn’t last forever—he decided he might try something.

That something turned into several things; small, but hopefully you’d get the point. Grabbing your hand to lead you somewhere, whispering in your ear, praising you. 

He feared he wasn’t being obvious enough, but you already knew from the moment he even wondered if he liked you. You always had him figured out.

Crosshair was, by far, your worst patient. He wasn’t a fighter—well, he wasn’t a fighter once you actually convinced him to sit down and let you treat him. Even when he was on the ground, unable to move, he’d curse and tell you to get away as you approached.

All that fire dimmed into red hot embers when you were close to him. He’d never look you in the eye. Occasionally he’d glance at what you were doing, making a snide comment about how he could probably do it better.

“Maybe,” you responded one day, “but then why would I be here?”

He just scoffed, but that did get him thinking. The thought of you gone somehow didn’t seem right. Had he gotten used to you being here? That couldn’t be it; every time he saw you, there was a distinct frustration stirring in his chest.

That frustration would spike whenever he saw you. The mere sight of your face would make him roll his eyes and scoff. 

Whenever you weren’t looking, he’d stare at you. Half of the time it was because he wanted you to notice and get uncomfortable. But as he developed this habit, he found himself memorizing your features. The curve of your nose, the exact hue of your skin. The way you smiled and laughed.

Why didn’t you smile at him like that? The answer was obvious, but not to him. Eventually he developed a kind of jealousy, a desire to be noticed by you in a way that wasn’t entirely negative. 

But he’d never actually put in the work to do that. His version of showing his newfound affection is continuing his snide comments, but with some odd twists.

“Wrap it up already, mesh’la-troan.” 

Compliments, and always in Mando’a. You’d ask the others what they meant, and they’d just look at each other with a little grin. 

“Crosshair said that?”

Tech was actually the most welcoming; or at least he claimed to be. When he heard you’d be joining the team, he was supportive.

“Having a designated medic is advisable for any operative group,” he had told his brothers.

But whenever you’d try to treat him, he’d backseat-doctor the entire time. You could tell that, internally, he was still getting used to not having to act as the medic anymore. 

For that reason he was also a very difficult patient. You once caught him trying to put a dislocated knee back in place by himself, and he insisted that he “knew how” when you tried to intervene.

“I know that you know, but just let me help you!” you pleaded, pulling his hands off his leg. 

He just sighed, gritting his teeth and letting you do your thing. Through all the pain, your words repeated in his head. He reflected that you never talked down to him while he tried to tell you how to do your job; but you never really did what he said, either.

You were aware of his knowledge, and you acknowledged it. But you knew what you were doing, too. As difficult as it was, he realized that he’d just have to trust you.

He tried talking about other things when you’d treat him. You were a good listener, though you may also have been considered a captive listener. 

Sometimes you’d reference the things he said to you offhandedly. When you returned to a particular planet, you’d spout off a few facts that he’d told you before. 

He found himself telling you more and more, trying to see what you’d remember. Or perhaps it was just the feeling that you were actually listening to what he was saying and keeping it in your head. 

Once, while he was ranting to you, he let it slip.

“The population of one of the planet’s moons is considered to be the most attractive in the galaxy, though I’d argue that you hold that title.”

You had stopped moving, looking up at him with wide eyes. He glanced away, clearing his throat and continuing his rant with bright pink cheeks. You just smiled to yourself, giving his arm a subtle squeeze.

Hunter was a little intimidating sometimes; as the sergeant of the group, he had a certain air of authority about him, which did nothing for your confidence. That, and the fact that he was deadly silent around you.

You knew that he had something to say whenever you’d treat him, but he wouldn’t be saying it to you. 

You would overhear him once in a while talking to his brothers about you, though. Mostly neutral or even positive comments—genuine or not, you weren’t sure. Maybe he was just trying to get the others to come around. At least at first.

It took a long time for him to warm up to you. Perhaps it was seeing how his brothers opened up to you, or perhaps it was the way you never gave up on him, but at last he came around.

You always talked to him while treating him, but never expected him to reply. Mostly you were just explaining whatever you were doing to him. He never seemed to care, and would just nod and let you do your thing.

Eventually you noticed a change. It was subtle, but it was there. He’d sit closer to you on the cot. He’d actually reply verbally when you tried to talk to him. And all that praise that he’d use to warm up his brothers, he actually said to your face.

“Thanks. You do good work.” Then he smiled. 

He’d pat your shoulder or your head next. Then he’d actually start calling for you when he needed you, or when his brothers did. 

“There you are. We need you.” 

You blinked at him, hands freezing on your kit. He nodded at you with a grave face, reaching out to you. You smiled, stepping closer and opening your kit. His hand rested on the small of your back for a moment before he stepped away, letting you get to work.

His words rang in your head; they were genuine, not just him trying to get his brothers to like you.

Privately, they were all thinking the same thing. They did need you; you were a fantastic medic, sure, but you were something more to them. You represented safety. You were what they fell back on after a harsh beating, physically or mentally. 

Because at the end of the day, they knew they’d be returning to you, and that you’d be waiting with open arms and a smile that made their hearts hitch.

might make a part 2 to this honestly, I had a lot of fun with this :D but take care lovelies, and ty for reading!! <3

[mouwriter]

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please do send in your requests! i'm mainly interested in writing Star Wars for now, I'll link my post about that <3 take care lovelies!

[mouwriter]

making an originals version to this bc I like the concept <3

Star Wars originals main characters reacting to reader with a new haircut!!

characters: Luke, Leia, Han

Luke Skywalker

This sweet boy... I'm so sorry but he does NAWT notice at first

Dw, he gets it in a few moments though

He's like... something's different...

And then he's like !!! OH!!!

His initial reaction is just pointing it out, not really complimenting it

But he compliments it right after, trust 🙏

Honestly he doesn't really care for appearances, but he's happy that you felt confident enough to try something new

He's also down to hear the lore regarding why you cut it if it wasn't a mere stylistic choice

He's a little messy like that, he likes a little gossip every now and again

On that note, if he ever hears someone talking shit about your new haircut, he is SPRINTING at FULL SPEED (/hj) to find you and tell you what they said, but assures you he doesn't agree with what they said at all

Leia Skywalker

MY QUEEN RAAHHHH <33

Sorry I'll resume the hcs

Notices right away, but doesn't say anything

She'll make it very obvious that she's staring though

If you don't bring it up first, she'll try hinting at the subject

"You know, I've been thinking of trying something new with my hair."

Smirks when you finally catch on; she's ready to hear the story of why you cut it

After you give her what she was after, she tells you that you look fantastic :]

She'll always welcome a bold surprise, and what's more bold than a totally new haircut?

Tells you (not a question) that she's gonna try styling it herself sometime

You don't have a say in the matter, but you'll look AMAZING

Like, so good that you'll probably end up asking her to style it again

Han Solo

Oooh I hate him. He's gonna start talking to you then stop mid sentence when he notices your hair

"So what's the situation on—hey, what's with the hair?"

Does he look at you a little nasty? Yeah. Is he gonna apologize? No. Does he actually think it's that bad? ...No, but don't tell anyone

Will spend the rest of the day poking fun at you and giving you teasing nicknames

Honestly, not even the rest of the day—welcome to the next several weeks

Just pray that none of those nicknames become permanent

But, like I said, he doesn't actually think it's bad

He actually finds himself liking it more and more, but he's never gonna tell you

Maybe it slips through accidentally in one of his "clever" nicknames, though

Like he'll call you "pretty hair" or smth

But he's too proud to ever go back on being a hater

[mouwriter]

Okie dokie, so I'm accepting Star Wars writing requests! I'm mainly accepting x reader requests <3

I can do characters from:

Prequels

Clone Wars

Originals

Sequels

The Bad Batch (GOD I LOVE THIS SHOW PLEASE GIVE ME TBB REQUESTS)

The Mandalorian

Thrawn trilogy (books)

These are all I've seen/read Star Wars wise :]

[mouwriter]

so erm I rewatched one of the Star Wars prequels and that revved up my Star Wars phase again so here we are 👍 back on my bs (posting x reader content)

on that note I will be accepting Star Wars writing requests :D ⬅️ click for more info!!

uhh yeah prequel main characters reacting to reader with a new haircut :3 can be perceived as romantic or platonic <3

characters: Padme, Anakin, Obi Wan

Padme Amidala

Padme is a busy gal, almost always on the move with something on her mind

But when I tell you she stops DEAD in her tracks when she sees you

Notices your hair IMMEDIATELY and gets so excited

Because you look so good! So ofc that's the first thing she says as she pulls you in for a quick hug

Then she pulls away to just look at you and admire you

She asks if you like it, perhaps the most important question

If you do, she's so glad! Bc you look amazing, trust

If you don't she just reassures you that you're still drop dead gorgeous

Jokingly asks if she should try out the haircut too, just because it looks so good on you

Will probably spend the rest of the day staring at your hair with a little smile, giving it gentle tugs and touches

Anakin Skywalker

When he sees you he laughs, so for a second you're worried

But he just laughed because he was surprised; not in a bad way necessarily

His first question is "What inspired this?" and he's expecting a FULL STORY, no exceptions

He's gonna bully you a little first, sorry bestie

But!! He admits that you still look amazing (promptly resumes bullying you after)

He's also gonna point it out to everyone in sight

"Hey! Did you see Y/n's new hair?? What do you think? Be honest."

Continues teasing you if someone says they like it, but gets passive aggressive if someone says they aren't a fan

Either way you're ending the day with ten tons of embarrassment, he's making sure of it

He's only teasing though; as mentioned before, he does actually like it

Just give it a few days lol, he'll leave you alone

Obi Wan Kenobi

Doesn't say anything at first, but smirks a little when he notices it

Greets you casually and continues a normal conversation for a bit

Then when he's sure you're alone, he mentions your hair

He says you look great :)

Besides that he lowkey dgaf

After a while he'll tell you that he likes the "new you," referring to your hair of course

Despite being the nonchalant final boss, the haircut actually grows on him

He consequently gives you a few more compliments, but then just admires in silence

He's a bit of a diva though... he suggests you switch up your wardrobe to match the change

"New haircut—why not new clothes, too?"

[mouwriter]

How I think arcane characters sleep (part 2)

feat. Mel, Vander, Silco, Sevika, Ekko

Mel

Fanciest pjs ever. finest silk. prettiest colors. has a full closet of different ones too (but she prefers spaghetti strap nightgowns)

Side sleeper, only moves to switch sides

Keeps her hair up during the night so it stays out of her face

She would KILL anyone who exposed her for this but... she drools in her sleep (another reason she needs to keep her hair up)

OK BUT SHE'S SO PRETTY WHEN SHE SLEEPS, LITERAL GODDESS (as always ✨)

ALWAYS up just before dawn, but the time she goes to bed depends on whether she has any late-night meetings or parties

Vander

AYYY MY MAN!!

VERY light sleeper, having children made him this way (before he took them in he used to sleep like a rock)

Wears a wifebeater and baggy pants to sleep, something somewhat decent but still comfy

Combo of back and side sleeper (switches throughout the night, other than that though he doesn't move much)

Doesn't snore but breathes super loud (?? Vander wtf)

He is a light sleeper, but also very prone to ignoring whatever woke him up. If there isn't someone shaking him or saying his name, he just goes back to sleep

Silco

Sleeps like a dracula

On his back, arms at his sides, rbf even though he's asleep

Dreams of rage and anguish, that's why he makes that face

Wears fancy ass pjs, probably silk, definitely all black or VERY dark colors

Also a light sleeper, but when something wakes him up it's harder for him to go back to bed

He'll often just decide "time to be awake." and start going about his day at like 3 AM

Sevika

Sleeps in a sports bra and shorts (RUFF RUFF)

Side sleeper, but doesn't switch sides throughout the night. The side she falls asleep on is the side she stays asleep on

Sleeps very soundly, but not for long

She's too addicted to the FUCKING GRIND 🔥🔥🔥 Night owl AND early bird right here

Will nap if she gets the opportunity though, like if she's bored as hell (spite nap)

Sometimes she hums in her sleep. Not a song, just *inhale* hm. *inhale* hmmmm.

Ekko

When this man has time to sleep on an actual bed he CRASHES TF OUT

Just takes off his shoes, shirt, flops down and he's OUT. Doesn't matter if he's on his back, side, or stomach

Snores a little bit, not too loudly

Usually though, he just takes little naps throughout the day, leaning up against whatever's available and dozing off for a bit ("a bit" ranges from like 5 minutes to 3 hours)

People guard these naps valiantly, they respect him and want him to get some rest <3

He's one of those people who doesn't like sleep bc it's not productive, but he also doesn't deny when he's exhausted and needs some sleeby time

[mouwriter]

How I think arcane characters sleep

feat. Jayce, Viktor, Caitlyn, Vi, Jinx

Jayce

Wears either shorts or long pants to bed (depending on the weather) but never a shirt. The girlies stay OUT

He switches between laying on his stomach and laying on his back; but doesn’t move that much otherwise throughout the night

Probably snores tbh

Definitely has super comfy slippers that he keeps beside his bed at all times

(Sometimes he wears these instead of shoes when he just doesn’t wanna fw shoes, esp if his plans for the day are just in the lab)

He’s better abt remembering to go to his actual bed to sleep than Viktor is

Viktor

Scrooge ass nightgown wearer

Doesn’t get much sleep in an actual bed, he oftentimes stays up way too late and just falls asleep at his desk w his uniform still on

BUT. When he actually does go to bed he wears this massive nightgown that has never fit him, but fits him less and less throughout the years

Sleeps on his back, but moves quite a bit bc of pain :(

Either that or he goes into a coma (both from illness and lack of prior sleep

Looks dead no matter what though 😭 got his arms crossed on his chest and everything

People (Jayce) get scared when they find him asleep, they gotta watch him for a minute to make sure his chest is moving

Caitlyn

Wears a ruffly full length shirt + pants set

It’s soft as hell TRUST

Side sleeper for sure, switches sides throughout the night

When she can’t sleep she lays facing the window and just stares until she falls asleep

Looks peaceful when she sleeps :)

Gets NASTY bed head though

Light sleeper, doesn’t take much to wake her up; and when she does she’s UP. Like, no “hhgh.. hm??” its just straight “I’m up, what do you need”

Vi

She just strips to her underwear when she sleeps, prefers to let the girlies out though

If it’s cold she just wears a jacket, she doesn’t like wearing clothing to bed

Stomach sleeper all the way; also crosses her arms under the pillow

Heavy sleeper, but she still moves a lot?? Like she’ll violently swing her arm or leg and then not move or react to anything for hours

Doesn’t sleep for long though, just out of habit

Snores very softly sometimes, when she’s sick she snores like a monster truck

Jinx

Only really sleeps post-crashout (more like passes out)

Which. you know. isn’t exactly rare

She’ll just collapse wherever she is, not bothering to change out of whatever she’s wearing, slightly tossing and turning, oftentimes mumbling in her sleep, not waking up for several hours

When she gets slightly more mentally stable (if that can be said), she sleeps when she has time

Sleep schedule? No ❤️ she’ll stay up all night then at 3pm the next day decide she can spare 4 hours for a “nap”

Don’t do this at home kids

Update: made a part 2 for my Thoughts™️