pixiesticknix - Tumblr blog

[pixiesticknix]

i love them😩😩😩

Art by @sidhion (obviously <33)

stupid (affectionately) gay pilot

idea by @pixiesticknix 🙏🙏

[pixiesticknix]

here’s PT 2 of my first post!!

can’t help it..” he muttered, thinking maybe francis did this to just get him to feeling better. francis shook his head, “Izaack, you have been one of my closet friends and honestly i’m kind of stupid for not realizing that i like you. more then a friend. like,, i like like you. you know..like like?” he said. Izaack chuckled, his chuckle filled the room with a warm joyous feeling. “sometimes i wonder if you take over your daughter” he shook his head. he looked at francis “but how do i know i won’t..lose you to..you?” he asked. francis shrugged “i can’t predict what will come of the future, but i can say that i would be stupid to pass up on an opportunity to be with Mr Izaack Gauss” he slightly mocked Izaack’s fame. Izaack’s face lit up slightly, he leaned in once again. pressing his lips against Francis’.

after some more talking, a bit of convincing and pleading. Izaack managed to get francis to clean the wounds, to keep them from getting infected. every day izaack would stop by to make sure francis was taking care of himself. growing their relationship, they kept it private for a while. unsure of how people in the building would react, especially given the history between Nacha and Francis. they didn’t need that added onto it. but things would take a big turn in events one morning to Izaack waking up beside his boyfriend. in that morning, Izaack would wake up to francis taking in slow and shallow breaths. his lips beginning a light shade of blue. the horror of seeing this would stay with izaack for the rest of his life. but that’s..that’s a story for another day.

[pixiesticknix]

this is my first post, idea to post this was given by a friend. so i’m sorry if my spelling/grammar is off! i’m not used to doing this haha 😅 i’m sorry in advance. might be hard to follow!

pt 1 (won’t post the rest lol)

TW: Mentions of SH, Suicidal thoughts

As the door opened, francis stepped in his small apartment. his eyes drooped, his body ached with pain. he just wanted to rest. Francis sat his things down, locking the door behind him, the hat that read his cursed name, “milkman”, was put upon his hooks. The man, tired with the world, began to unbutton his shirt. his steps heavy with agony. he hadn’t slept in a few days, he wanted to sleep but the thought of one of those..monsters out there laying a hand on his daughter kept him awake at night. Francis glanced into his mirror, his feet stopping, his body twisted to look at himself. seeing all of his imperfections, a sigh leaving his lips “no wonder she left..” Francis mumbled to himself.

Francis’ shirt dropped to the floor. he was too tired to pick it up. he went to his kitchen, grabbing a glass, getting some ice and putting it in it. the sound the ice made in the glass bothered him. Francis reached into his cabinet and pulled a bottle of Jack Daniels, pouring him a glass. despite the rumors that surrounded the building, Francis didn’t drink milk twenty four seven. Francis sipped his drink, going over to the living room that merged into a small dining area. although when Anastacha was around, he did try to eat with her at the table. (which most times ended with her eating her room).

as francis nursed the drink in hand, his mind began to wonder. he looked at the calendar. he wanted to take Anastacha to the movies this weekend, but with the rising of rent and inflation, he simply couldn’t come up with the funds. to save him from the embarrassment and dealing with Nacha being a bit upset, he told her he was coming down with something. the cold? flu? honestly he didn’t know. just another lame excuse. he felt like a bum. Francis finished his drink, a part of him wanted to get another. but he didn’t. instead he went to his medicine cabinet, grabbing the bottle of tylenol. he took a few. to be honest, he just had a headache and he didn’t put the over spill of pills back into the bottle. he swallowed them dry and put the bottle back. Francis took a deep breath, “what a waste” he mumbled to himself. he went back to the couch, looking at the blank television. staring at the reflection staring back at him. “what a waste” he repeated. believing in his words. Francis stood, he poured himself another drink.

the drinks began to flow, one after another. Francis’ head ached even more, his heart pounding. his mind began to wonder, would Anastacha be better without him? he did his best to provide for her, but Nacha always came out on top. she sent her to a better school, cooking home cooked meals for her. meanwhile he struggled to make ends meet. He didn’t want people to realize how much he was struggling. he tried to think of the people who’d want him here, but he could only think about a few neighbors. Mr Gauss came to mind. his mind began to ease. they were good friends, Izaack knew how to make him smile when no one else genuinely knew how to. as Francis kept thinking about him, he smiled slightly. his eyes were so easy to look into, the way he spoke. how he moved. as his mind wondered, the thought occurred. did francis like Izaack more than a friend? francis’ heart shattered slightly when he realized he did. “sick freak” he mumbled to himself. he found himself back in the place he started in. wondering who’d want him, especially if anyone learned he was going gay for the reporter. they’d all think he was sick, especially Izaack. he could see it now, Francis slipping up by mistake. everyone laughs at him. izaack leaves him. francis couldn’t let that happen.

francis didn’t know how it happened, he must’ve been too drunk to realize what he’d did and the extent of it. in the morning, Francis woke up to his wrists throbbing slightly, a bit itchy. his head ached. when francis saw what he did, he shook his head “god no..” he muttered. how was he going to hide this now? although his body tried to fight it, Francis managed to throw on his uniform. rolling his sleeves down further. he went to work.

the day was boring, same old same old. he carried his milk around, dropping it off. the repeat of the day before. this time he paid a bit more attention to his actions. When returning to the apartments, Nacha caught up to him. “Hey francis” she looked at him, concern filled her eyes “Anastacha said you’re sick. how are you feeling? do you want some soup? i have left overs”. Francis shook his head, he started to walk faster to get away. leaving Nacha behind, a bit puzzled as to why he didn’t say anything. when he got to his floor, his door, he started to unlock his door. the familiar voice behind him caused him to stop.

“francis?” he said, Izaack stood behind him “how are you? haven’t heard back from you about meeting me and the guys at angu-“

francis cut him off by scurrying into his apartment and locking the door behind him. Izaack knew something was up, he went to the door and knocked against it “Francis?” he asked. his tone filing with worried “Francis let me in..”. francis didn’t respond at first. he put his things away. he checked the peephole after roughly 5 minutes. to his surprise he saw izaack waiting. Francis leaned against the door. his hands rested onto the door knob, his finger tips shivering.

francis pulled his hand away. he couldn’t find the energy to open the door for someone once again. was he just going to get hurt like everyone else hurt him? francis went and hid in the bedroom. he waited a while, hoping Izaack was gone.

by nightfall, francis was finally going to catch up on sleep. he changed his clothes, getting ready for bed. there was a knock at the door once again, francis went to the door, looked through the peephole and saw Izaack. Izaack pushed the door open slightly “Francis what’s going on? i ran into Nacha and she said you just walked away from her. that’s not you” he was worried for his friend. he pushed his way into the apartment. Francis crossed his arms across his blue short sleeve shirt. his PJ’s you could say. the man wore a matching blue rubber ducky boxers to bed. “i’m fine Izaack, just under the weather” he mumbled. his voice barely above a whisper. Izaack explored his friend. Francis watched his eyes, seeing them catch on something..dang it. he forgot. Izaack looked at Francis “what are those?” he asked, his tone dropping. francis shrugged, “i have no idea what you’re talki-“ he was stopped mid sentence. Izaack grabbed his wrist and twisted it to reveal the cuts on his wrists. “These. Francis. i’m not stupid. what the fuck did you do?” he asked. Francis’ eyes danced between horror, sadness, and fear. Francis’ mouth opened to respond, but anything he managed to muster out of him just came out as gibberish. Izaack paused him for a second “hold on francis, just take a deep breath before you pass out..”. francis nodded, he did was instructed. francis moved over to the arm of the couch and looked at his friend, hiding his arm away. “Izaack it’s not what you think..” he finally whispered, his voice cracking. Izaack looked at his friend “not what i think? francis. we both know that’s a lie” he looked at francis “just..why did you do it?” he asked. Francis shrugged “i don’t..know. many reasons i guess?..”. izaack was silent for a moment, he stepped away from francis. “francis, do you want to kill yourself?” he finally asked “is that why you’re so tired all the time? francis what’s all going on?”. francis was surprised by how bold the question was. “i..dont?” he muttered “its hard to explain izaack. like i wouldn’t..mind if anything happened to me. but i’m not willingly trying i guess? i just think last night i had one too many drinks and did something…something dumb huh?” he looked at Izaack. his stomach twisted seeing how hurt izaack was. “why would you even care izaack? you’re a well known reporter, you have plenty of friends. i just ruin everyone’s moods!” he rambled on. izaack stopped him “well maybe because no one else is you francis? don’t you ever stop and realize people actually like you for who you are? not to mention you’re cute! i mean..not in that kind of way..but in that way?”. francis’ face started to flush “you think i’m cute?” he asked, crossing his arms “now you’re lying there buddy.”. Izaack shook his head “i’m not. i know it. francis you’re..special” he sighed. he crossed his arms, hiding his face “i didn’t want to tell you this. i didn’t want to be seen as a pervert francis but i guess you need the truth more than what i thought..” he mumbled. “i have feelings for you. i didn’t want you to know because i was scared that i’d lose my friend who..actually understands what im dealing with. i mean yeah, Angus and Steven are great and all. McLooy is pretty much the only old..guy here that isn’t a boring lawyer or whatever. Afton is smart but i mean he has his fiancé and just..” he shrugged, he turned away. “i didn’t want to lose my friend. i can deal with rejection but losing you francis i..can’t.” he finally admitted. francis’ heart skipped a beat “I had..no idea izaack..” he muttered. he went to him placed his hand against his cheek “Izaack you’re not going to lose me” he said. Izaack looked into his eyes “i want to believe you but..i can’t if you hurt yourself francis.. i just..what if you accidentally did something? would you’d know how much that would hurt me?” he asked, francis stood on his toes, he closed the distance between the two with a kiss. he parted their lips for a second. izaack was in shock, he didn’t expect francis to share the same feelings. “francis you didn’t have to..i know i’m a fool but i