#dont draw when you are tired and need to sleep kids

[devdozes]

SO HAPPY TO HEAR ABT SPIDERMAN PHAINON, like can you write how exhausted he must be after being busy all night? Dozing of in the middle of class and having to cover for him and If you have more shenanigans for them please add them!!

♥ Spiderman Phainon !!

OH MY GOD THIS MAN HAS ME IN A CHOKEHOLD !! AND HELL YEAH ALSO SPIDERMAN PHAINON DRAWING AT THE END OF THE POST!!

This man treats you as his personal pillow istg. And, he will be passed out within SECONDS. You’ll be talking to him, and next thing you know? He’s OUT. If you try to get up, he tightens his grip around you. -"Babe, I need to get up—" "No." "Phainon." "You’re my pillow now. ;3"

He is absolutely DOWN BAD, he will definitely do those silly couple trends with you, and sometimes you wonder whether hes the man in the relation or you. -"BABYY WANT TO DO THE RIBBON TREND WITH ME??" -"BABY WANT TO DO THE LIPSTICK TREND WIRTH ME PLEAJ :(" - "Of course phai :), NOW CMERE"

He falls asleep in the most RANDOM places, and when he falls asleep, he is a HUNDRED times more clingy, You have caught him dozing off in class more times than you can count. Sometimes, his head just drops onto his desk with a loud thud. Other times? He’s literally asleep with his eyes open. "Babe, wake up." pinches cheek Mumbling. "Mmf… five more minutes…" clings onto your arm like a koala. "Phainon, we are in a LECTURE, wake up—" Grabs your hand and dramatically puts it over his heart. "Let me just… rest in your warmth for a moment…" "Oh my god."

Calls you his savior since you have to write his notes for him, of course you do hes literally spiderman and your boyfriend, you have to help him since you love his idiotic ass. If you don’t remind him about deadlines, he will forget. "Phai, did you finish the essay?" "… What essay." "THE ONE DUE IN AN HOUR???" "WHAT THE FUCK??" -You once caught him doing an entire paper five minutes before submission. The man wrote 1,000 words in 4 minutes. It somehow got an A.

Doesn’t want to admit when he’s too tired. "Phai, baby, go sleep for gods sake. "Nah baby im alright" immediately trips on air and faceplants

You once tried to see how long phainon would last without touching you and clinging on to you, he lasted 46 seconds. - baby come back i hate this, this is TORTURE—"

He texts you randomly during patrol and tells you EVERYTHING "Just stopped a robbery. Miss u. What r u doing?" "Babe I just saw a guy try to fight a raccoon behind a gas station. This city is insane." "I’m on top of a skyscraper right now thinking about u." "Send me a selfie. I need motivation."

HE LOVES WHEN YOU PATCH HIS INJURIESS !! and when you kiss them "Baby im alright no need to worry" "YOU HAVE A HUGE GASH ON YOUR ARM. SIT DOWN." "Im alright ill heal-" "Ill kiss your injuries" "Yes maam, please do that 500 times"

Bites you everywhere, fucking whimpers if you bite him back "Bites you "here is your daily serving""bites back""Lets out a whimper and asks you to do it again" "PHAI WHAT THE FUCK"

He always calls you "his" like 24/7, And gets SHAMELESS whenever he wants your attention and if someone approaches you "My love" "My baby" "Mine" "My girl" "Phai thats a cat you dont need to be all.. clingy" "Felines are cute yet dangerous"

His love language? Spoiling you. SPOILING THE LIVING SHIT OUTTA YOU. If you casually mention you like something? BOOM its in your room the next day "Babyyy you like cats dont you?" "Yes i do- oh my god." "Meet our new kid :D" "PHAINON WHY IS THERE A BRAND NEW GAMING SETUP" "But you complained on how your old gaming setup lagged :(" "Phainon i love you but you can NOT keep wasting your money"

Eats alot, and will force you to eat with him, He practically lives in your house so your fridge is ALWAYS full "Baby i got you your snacks and groceries!!" "That is enough food to last me an entire month." "You just eat less" "I am not a bigback like you Phainon" "THE AUDACITY??"

ALWAYS uses his webs cuz hes too lazy to do anything. One time, you were "too far" from him (you were 7 steps away from him" and then used his webs to pull you to him "PHAINON I WAS NEAR YOU! YOU COULDVE JUST WALKED" "Nuh uh" "Fuck you mean nuh uh"

If you compliment him once he will malfunction and BOMBARD you with compliments, kisses whatever. "C'mere pretty boy" "..." "OH MY GOD YOU LOVE ME" "We are literally dating" "MY AMAZING SWEET BEAUTIFUL PARTNER I LVOE YOU SO MUCHH"

He carries you randomly just to see your expressions, he is a down bad mf. And does those random ass stunts. "Baby look!" does a backflip "You're so dumb" It is dumb but you laugh and smile widely "YOUR SMILE IS SO PRETTYY"

If you ever feel bad, or want comfort, he will do ANYTHING FOR YOU. ANYTHING. Want fresh air? He's swinging you through the city with you in his hand the next second. Want to rant? He's listening and comforting you the next second

He may be a hero, but he would do anythin for you, even if that means betraying his city's trust or becoming evil or just quitting.

ARCADE DATES AND CHAOTIC ASS DATES. Phainon took you to an abandoned place and explored it around as a date. He is afraid of normalcy and loves being unique im not like other boys ahh 😒 -He insisted on dancing in the rain with you. "Baby can we please" "Sure :) but your clumsy ass is gonna get hurt" "No i wont!!" He falls on his ass the next moment he tries to do a fancy step in the rain with you, but you just laugh your asses off - He one time stole a shopping cart, seated you inside the shopping cart and pushed it full speed while controlling it. You both almost crashed against a light pole at like 100 km/h but his strong ass dodges it with ease luckily "PHAINON OH MY GOD LOOK IN FRONT!!" "FUCK OH MY GOD" - If you go on a beach date? hes beefing with kids and everyone. He is competitive. LIKE ALOT. He built a sandcastle and webbed it up so its technically indestructible. "BABYY LOOK :D" "Phai thats a goddamn kingdom" And whenever you all play beach volleyball, he does EVERYTHING to impress you or beat you. (he just wants to win) "HEY BABY THATS CHEATING YOUR USING YOUR SPIDEY SENSES :(" "I TAKE NO LOSSES." - Even when yall do an arcade date he does that. He always secretly uses his webs to pull out plushies without the sensors and you noticing "Aww baby you wanted that plushie" Pulls it out using his webs "PHAINON THATS STEALING!" "UH ITS JUST EXTENDED CLAW FUNCTIONALITY" Please kiss him after that - And in mall dates? he somehow manages to sneak in an entire course meal inside the movie theatre. He refuses to sit still. His leg bounces. He fidgets. He’s either whispering dumb commentary in your ear or dramatically reacting to the screen. "Baby the popcorn is so dry ugh" casually pulls out an entire full course meal from his jacket "Phainon what the fuck" "Shh Shh baby just relax and enjoy the illegally smuggled pizza" -Go karting dates? Hes gonna web the other players to win. And bowling? he accidentally breaks the bowling ball and the pins

HE ALWAYS RANDOMLY PICKS YOU UP, JUST TO FLEX HIS STRENGTH AND MUSCLES, AND EASILY DOES THINGS FOR YOU "Phai.. you dont have to hold my shopping bags" "Its okay there are only 21 bags" "Phai-" "Ill carry you too." AND HE ACTUALLY DOES. -His BACK MUSCLES OH MY GODD HE IS SO FINE, One time you walked in on him shirtless and his back was facing towards you, his shoulder blades and back msucles were so fucking fine. And the way his arms are so fuckign firm. You can NEVER get out of his grip

some texts with this menace

giggles, i am down bad AND THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST WHOEVER DID THIS OH MY GOD ILY

[feelfreetopleasemexo]

You’re away on a mission and he’s home this time waiting for you

He’s cleaned every surface within an inch of its life,

He wanted to come but you needed to prove to the higher ups you were more than capable, almost on his level if not there already.

“Okay okay, last one…would you love me if I was a worm?

“Yes.”

“A girl?”

“Mhmm.”

“Okay…what about a girl worm?”

“No.”

“WHAT?!”

“Of course I would, now can we please go to sleep. I’ve gotta be up in….eugh! 3 hours Turo!”

The early morning rays peak through your blinds as saturo cuddles into your back, his head over your shoulder, softly kissing your earlobes. A twang of anxiety pings through his body as he hears your alarm ring, praying you didn’t hear it, he daren’t move a muscle, savouring every last second he has with you before you have to get up. Lazily you flop your arm over and hit snooze on it, rolling over to snuggle into his chest. He hear him inhale deeply as he soaks in your scent, kissing the top of your head and running his fingers lightly up and down your spine. The feather soft tickles send goosebumps covering every inch of your body, as you let out an enjoyable, sleepy moan.

“I don’t wanna goooooo” you mumble, barely audible as your face smushes into his chest, almost completely encapsulating you.

“Then dont, fuck the higher ups!”

“Maybe later, im too tired right now. “ You mumble out through a massive grin on your face, he usually giggles at your witty remarks, impressed his sarcastic charm has rubbed off on you, but this time he’s silent, stewing in his own mind.

“Baby? That was a good one, did you hear i….” He interrupts you with a powerful kiss. He holds your face like you’re about to slip through his fingers at any second, about to melt away and be lost forever.

“Please don’t go.” He begins to beg, usually when you two have to get up he begs to stay in bed a little longer, but this time he’s didn’t have a playfulness about his tone, only a worried one.

“Baby,” you kiss his nose and flash a sweet smile at him, knowing how it makes him melt, “you know I have to. This’ll be the last one, I get to finally show off and prove to them that I really am strong. Strong like you, like how you taught me to be. I’ve got this don’t worry, if it gets really bad I’ll just ping you my location and you can warp to me, right? Or use megumis bird again right” you try to laugh, hoping it would ease his mind, but only worried furrowed brows meet you. He grabs your hands, holding them in his, and kisses them gently, every single soft kiss felt like he was pouring his heart and soul into them. He whimpers slightly as he kisses, and as you pull away to get up, he lets out a quiet whimpering.

“Gonna at least join me in the shower before I go? I know me bending over infront of the mirror never fails to make you smile.” As you try to flirtily entice him, he throws his head back onto the pillow and stares up at the ceiling, you’ve never seen him more depressed in his life.

“It’s only three days, and if I can get it done sooner you know I will baby! Now get that sweet ass in the shower with me.” You begin to walk into the bathroom, hesitating slightly before turning the shower on, in hopes he’ll sleepily join you, but he doesn’t. You hear him sigh and roll over, typing something on his phone.

After your shower, you wrap yourself in a towel and walk back into your bedroom, to find him down on one knee outside of the bathroom door.

“Marry me.” He’s not holding a ring box, only a picture of a ring drawn on a scrap of paper in your lipstick. You raise your eyebrows and smirk at him,

“Turo…”

“Fine, have a baby with me then.” He again, pulls out a picture of a baby also draw with your red lipstick.

“Stop. I won’t be gone long.” You lean down and kiss the top of his forehead, as you walk around him and start to get changed.

“Fine. But who’s going to tell the kids that their mother won’t be home to cook them dinner then?!” Once again, pulls out a crappily drawn photo of the three first years crying, with a tiny him laying on the floor in the background in a puddle of tears.

“You better not have used up all of my favourite….” You find the lipstick snapped in half barely under the bed, “TURO!” You snap at him, picking it up and throwing it forcefully at him.

“What?! Im all weird up in here okay, i, I don’t know what to do….is this what it’s like every time I leave for missions?! Goddammit woman, I’ll never leave again, I swear it! How do you even cope….” You plant a soft kiss on his lips, interrupting his anxious ramblings.

“I know how it feels, I promise you, it goes quicker than you think. And wait til you feel your heart flutter when I ring you as soon as I land. You’ll never know anything quite like it.”

As you start to get dressed and dry your hair, he lays on the bed defeated, staring at you with those puppy dog eyes that usually get him what he wants. Sighing you look away and continue to get ready. When you’re almost done, and applying the last bit of lipstick, he flings open the door,

“Tell them. Tell them you’re leaving me. Tell them, go on.”

Yuji, Nobara and Megumi all stand in the doorway, looking incredibly confused at gojo, then back at you.

“Oh right, it’s your kick ass mission today right?! Have fun! You’ll kick those curses ass I just know it!” Yuji excitedly exclaims, as Gojo clings onto him around his waist, almost dragging him down with him to the floor.

“Yeah, you’ll do great, not as good as I would but Yano…show them higher ups that they better not fuck with you!” Nobara says smiling sweetly, head tilted, then darting her eyes at Gojo and threatening to punch him if he touches her.

“Mm. Dont be long, I don’t think I can deal with Gojo acting like this for more than 10minutes, let alone a few days. Get it done, get back, pick his sorry ass up, and yeah, dont die.” Megumi says through his pierced lips, although he never showed you, you knew him well enough now to see through his act. Gojo drapes himself over Megumi, laying his back on top of his, nearly crushing him under his weight.

“See! They’re all so devastated, maybe even more than I am! How could you leave this beautiful family?!” Megumi pushes him to the floor and he wiggles his way to your feet on his back, looking up at you, as you see a slight smile and head tilt come across him, as he realises he can see straight up your skirt from this angle.

You bend down, kiss his forehead and thank everyone for seeing you off, whilst also offering an apology on Gojos behalf.

“Yano they say about better half’s? They’re definitely gojos. If anything, they’re the better EVERYTHING” Nobara smirks to Yuji as they turn to leave the room.

After standing him up, you squeeze him tightly as he lets his body fall over you, almost knocking you over.

“Can’t leave if I crush you, right? Would they let you go if we just told them I broke your hips from a particularly lustrous night together?”

“I love you, goodbye Turo,” you push him back upright and kiss the end of his nose, then cheeks then his lips. “I’ll call you when I land okay? Im not fighting straightaway, I’ll FaceTime you if you want and show you around the hotel!” You squeeze him tightly as you feel tears well in your eyes, you can’t dare let him see this as if his efforts weren’t bad before, he definitely wouldn’t let you out of his sights if he saw you crying. You pull away from the embrace as his fingers squeeze your skin, begging for you not to let go just yet. As you bury your head down slightly, letting your hair cover your eyes, and grab your bags, you quickly use your shoulder to wipe your eyes and flash him a sweet grin.

“I love you more than you could ever imagine. And I promise you, when you get back, I’ll have an actual ring in my hands.”

As you leave, you runs to the window waiting to see you leave the gates and get into the car waiting for you. You look back and he looks like a kid listening to sad music in the car, with the windows stained from the rain, pretending to be in a sad music video. You blow him a kiss as you climb into the car, and see him grab it, forcing it to his chest and falling down.

After arriving at your hotel, you turn your phone back on and see 15 messages from Gojo, 3 voicemails and 7 missed FaceTimes. Before opening them all, you see you have a message from Yuji too, you decide to open that one first. It reads,

‘Please come home soon, we miss you! P.s. gojos already crying in my room. Send help. XD’

His yearning and pining for you was actually very sweet, and surprisingly not that annoying either. You open his messages and most of them are just rambles of how much he misses you, a few memes, and then a worried messaging asking if you died on the plane over there as he calculated you should’ve been at your hotel e minutes ago. You ring him and he answers immediately, the FaceTime notification immediately pings up too.

“Hey sexy, missing me terribly already are you? Yeah….i thought you would.” He pretends to scoff, “well, I didn’t even realise you’d gone to be honest, me and the boys have been living it large in Yuji’s room, Yano , drinking, chicks round, all that cool stuff…..” he pretends to not even look at the tiny window to you on the FaceTime, whilst darting his eyes at you every now and again.

“Ah yeah yeah, all that cool guy stuff, definitely not sulking on yujis bed whilst Nobara scolds you for crying, and definitely not Megumi letting you cry into the divine dogs or anything, no?” You smirk, pretending to be just as aloof as him.

“HOW DID YOU KNOW ABOUT THE DIVINE…No no, definitely not. So anyway, up to anything nice, wherever you are….?”

You flop onto your king sized bed and unbutton your top, letting your chest bounce as you throw yourself back, in the pretty pink bra you brought and hid from him for this exact reason.

“No, no, nothing really, just came back from a lovely dinner with the most handsome man I’ve ever met, Yano, typical stuff.” You glance at him and see his eyes widen, entranced by the momentum of your breasts bouncing slightly still, then dart back up to your face with a worried look.

“Wait what?! Dinner? HANDSOME MAN? Ever seen? Babe….” You giggle loudly as his excitement turns to fluster in an instant, his worried tone tickling you to your core.

“I’ve just got in, wanna see the room?” You giggle, your cheeks flushing a slight pink as your smile widens at his worry.

“Um yeah, the room, lemme see, lemme see how it bounce, I mean….yeah show me the room babe.” He can’t decide between staring at your face or your chest, darting between them both.

“Easy now Turo, I’ve only been gone for what,” you look at the time on the pull down menu of your screen, “4 hours or so? And as I recall, you said no to joining me in the shower this morning so….this one’s all on you…big boy.” His face flushes a delicate shade of pink as you utter that pet name to him, rarely used as you know the power it holds over him.

“Yeah, um, how about you come back quickly and I reevaluate that answer. Super quick. 10 minutes yeah. Definitely.” You see him readjust his trousers slightly and sit more upright.

“Wait, are you, STILL IN YUJIS ROOM?!” You scan the background as he moves and a glimpse of Yujis poster girl appears from behind Gojos head,

“I am NOT in Yujis room still…” he shuffles down the bed slightly so you can only see him and a pale white pillowcase and bedsheet behind him now, then suddenly Megumis black dog jumps on his chest and smothers his face. The screen gets engulfed in the black fur as you hear him wrestling with the hound, cursing at it to get off so he can see his beautiful wife on screen. Panting and spitting black fir out of his mouth, he picks the phone back up and giggles slightly, heading out of yujis room.

“Sorry about that, damn mutt wanted my attention and Yano what they get like….”

“Hmm yeah, I wonder what it’s like to be bombarded and pushed to the floor when a big beast wants your attention….i bet it’s”

“Annoying yeah, im sure you can’t imagine it, but I’ll show you when you get back.” He rolls his eyes and smirks at you, he then flops onto your shared bed and cuddles into the pillow on your side, cradling it like he’s spooning it. His eyes looking down, he starts to pout.

“Yano, you don’t HAVE to smell so good all the time. You’re damn stink is all over these pillows…” he breaths it in, in a deep inhale and exhales as if he’s a widow mourning their fallen husband from war.

“It’s okay to miss me Yano, i miss you too. I know you’d never in a million years ever show me that you missed me but, might be nice to open up to me now and again….” You tease, pretending to be hurt, “Here, this might cheer you up.” You lay the phone on the bed and rummage through your suitcase, pulling on his T-shirt you packed that he wore this morning. You appear back on screen and surprise him “ SEE! Dont i look cute!” You bring the collar of the t shirt up to smell it, your eyes flutter slightly at the intoxicating aroma that still linger on it; his cologne and a slight salty sweat all mixed together.

“That’s not fair, I should be in that T-shirt you’re smelling right now! Well…” he throws the phone on the bed and you see your t shirts flying across the room, “two…can….play…at…..AHA…” you hear him struggling to squeeze into one of your crop tops, “that….GAME!” He appears back on screen, a slight reddening around his forehead from where he’s tried to force your top over his head, a slight pant to his voice.

“See, now dont I just look so cute too…Yano, it actually kinda suits me.” He pretends to pose like you do in your selfies, camera at a high angle pointing down, a peace sign down by his hips. You try not to focus too long on the way his abs perfectly peak out from the tiny top, at how his trousers, unbuttoned, hang low enough for you to see his V deliciously teasing you.

“Baby, you’re drooling..earth to dickhead….” You snap out of your gaze, flushed cheeks growing ever redder.

“Err yeah, super cute babe. Now just move the phone slightly lowerrrrrr..” you tilt your head as if this movement would move the lens, showing you more of his body and how it perfectly entices you in. He giggles and takes your top off with one hand, he definitely stretched one of your favourite tops doing this, but right now that’s the furthest thing from your mind.

“Oh yeah? This better for you then babe?” He smirks, his diamond eyes fluttering at you, as you feel your pants steadily becoming more damp,

“Turo, it’s only been, what…”

“An eternity already baby?” He stares at you through the camera, you swear you could feel the heat coming off his body through the phone. You see his arm moving slowly up and down as he strokes his length, unsure of if it’s under his trousers or not. Feeling the electricity rising in you, you lower your hand to your skirt and lift it slightly, tracing the outline of your folds, moaning slightly at the thought of him touching himself over you.

“Hmm, I’ve missed your moans so much, what’s it’s been, two days since i last broke you? Feels like it’s been weeks, why did I ever say no to joining you this morning..” he bites his lower lip slightly as he throws his head back slightly, arm moving faster., letting a moan escape his lips, when suddenly a loud bang interrupts you.

“Fuuuuck off pleeeease.” He says, apparently unphased by the banging at his door, still stroking, peaking an eye at you.

“It’s Yaga. Please get dressed and stop watching whatever you’re watching and meet me in my office…now Gojo.” Urgency, as usual, filled Yagas tone, you swore it was the only infliction his voice knew how to come out.

Gojo lets out a long sigh as he pulls his pant from out of his pants; you just KNEW it was actually down them, and rolls his eyes.

“I love you, I’ve gotta go see what this grumpy bastard wants. We’ll continue this later. Feel free to send pictures my way.” He kisses the screen then flashes you a quick look at his dick, hard, throbbing with his hand clasping at the base, then pulls the camera back up, winks at you and ends the call. You giggle and hold the phone to your chest, like a school girl you kick your legs in excitement and let out an excited sigh. Even after a year of dating, he still knows how to make you crazy, even miles away from each other.

After a shower and fresh clothes, you go downstairs to meet your partner and journey together on your adventure. After nearly an hours drive, you realise not a single road you went down seemed shady, usually on missions the area tended to look less and less managed, and more and more derelict to closer you got to your destination. The roads here paved with beautiful buildings, amazing architecture and breathtaking sights, you suddenly stop outside of an old cottage. You and the young lady with jet black hair, a nose piercing and an all black outfit you were partnered with get out of the car. You both go inside of the building and are greeted with the worst smelling sewage you’d never smelt. The sticky black tar flooded your shoes as the door slammed shut behind you. The inside of this house had been turning into a domaine, because the outside definitely didn’t match this grotesque sight, and the smell, if it hadn’t been turning into one, you could’ve smelt it down the street, even in the car. After wading through it, you’re met with the biggest, stupidest looking wolf/spider hybrid curse youd ever seen, not that you’d seen a lot of this particular type of curse but still, you’d seen enough weird shit in your time being a sorcerer. After battling with it, and it nearly killing both you and your partner multiple times, you finally landed the final blow and the domaine disappeared. You hoist your partner over your shoulder and thank the lords that shes even tinier than you, because if she wasn’t, there would be no way in hell you’d be dragged her out of here. As you approach the door, a tall man stands in your way. Slender, as taller Gojo, but more muscular with a wider frame, the man almost completely fills out the doorframe.

“Um, hi, can you move please? Kinda need to get her some help….” You pant, blood dripping into your left eye, and your arms aching from carrying your partner. He slams you against the wall as both you and the woman fall to the floor. He pushes past you with such ease, then grabs your partners leg, throws her over his shoulder and tries to turn around and leave. You flick your finger and a gust of wind nearly knocks him down, he drops the woman and you hear her back slap against the floor. He turns to you, smiling, and grabs your leg, forcefully flinging you across the room, he walks slowly towards where you land. Your head hits the wall as you collide with it, and your hearing completely goes. Dazed, you try to clamber to your feet, shaking hands you try to force your fingers into a flick again, only to find each index finger on both hands has broken, now managed into disgusting forms. You rip your shirt and try to bandage them against your middle fingers for support, as you try to run and find a place to shelter from this man. As you rip a bit of your shirt off, he grabs you by the collar and flings you over his shoulder. He walks towards the door as you frantically kick your legs into him, trying to claw at his back, anything to get him to drop you, but as you feel his body under yours, you feel like you’re attacking a concrete wall. He throws you into the back of his blacked out car and slams the door on your legs, breaking your left one, and almost breaking the right too. As screams erupt from your mouth, he laughs and shoves your legs in, digging his fingers into your knees where he knows the bones have cracked and slams the door shut on you. You try to clamber up, reaching over to lock the doors from the inside when you hear the back windshield smash, glass now covering you. You turn back and see your partner standing there, limping, with bricks in her hands. You knew she was a tough one, but after the curse knocking her out and the strong man dropping her, you couldnt believe she’d regaining consciousness so quickly. You reach over to use the phone that resided at the front of the car as the strong man walked towards your partner, and your mind goes blank. Who do you call? Yeah you could call Gojo and he’d try his best to get to you, but you didn’t even the location you were in, let alone if he’d get here fast enough. You could call the hotel, tell them to call Nanami who came to the hotel with you, but he said he was getting the next flight home after dropping you off, as he promised Gojo he’d get you here safely. You decide to ring the hotel and ask if the tall man you arrived with had left yet. He had. Shit. You hang up and ring Gojo, and for the first time ever he didn’t answer straight away. You hit his voicemail, and as you heard the footsteps approaching the car, you desperately leave a message for him.

“Baby, I love you, and of COURSE you don’t answer when I need you, but I just wanted to say….” The door handles rattle as the man tries to open the door you’d locked before reaching the phone. “Im in a bit of a shit situation right now, and if you could send some help that would be amazing….” The window shatters as the man punches them out, grabbed at you as you kick his hand away, forcing his arm into the shards of glass at the window frame. “ I love you, I’ll be okay, I just, I just wanted to tell you that okay? You better be looking at rings for m…..” The man smashes the phone with his fist and tears the door off its hinges. He grabs at the foot on your broken leg, as you try to kick him off with your other, but he grabs that one too snd forces you out of the car. He slams you on top of it and you swear you hear your lung audible pop from inside your ribcage. You feel your vision start to darken, but try to muster up the ability to stay awake. If you pass out, you die, Gojo always taught you that. You grab a large shard of glass from out of your side snd stab it into the man’s neck. Suddenly he stops, he drops to his knees and as he falls to the ground he evaporates.

“A fucking CURSE?!” You slam your head back down against the top of the car where you lay, and as your eyes start to close, you can hear Nanami’s voice screaming for you. You close your eyes snd are met with a memory of the first time Gojo held your hand.

He’d bumped into you at the training field after your first couple of weeks at ju-jitsu, he pretended not to see you as he held his phone infront of his face, pretending to be lost in texting, and as you collided he grabbed your waist snd pulled you into him.

“This is the….third time I’ve saved you from falling over now, little one, anyone would think you like the way I hold you like this.” He peers over the top of his glasses at you, his eyes glinting in the sun nearly blinding you. You push him off and he grabs your hand, interlocking your fingers together. “Shut up, just hold my hand, we both know neither of us have the guts to ask to do it so, im being a gentleman and snd grabbing yours anyway.”

When you regain consciousness your in the back of a car with your partner sat up next to you, both slumped over but buckled into your seats, with Nanami driving crazily through the streets. Towels had been bundled up and placed like pillows on the windows and your heads had been rested on them, as you look around and try to speak, blood fills your mouth as you vomit it all up over yourself. Nanami frantically looks around and reaches his hand back to you, holding your head up so you don’t pass out in the vomit now pooling in your lap. You try to stay conscious, but as you try to look up at him, you see his mouth moving but no words coming out. Did he always have such nice brown eyes? Didn’t he wear weird glasses most of the time. Your head slumps as you pass out again.

You startle awake as a strange woman is preforming CPR on you, her lips left a small thin trail of saliva connecting yours to hers, as she bucks back at your bolting upright.

“You’re alive then?!” Nanami exclaims, he was always so calm and collected, even in the face of the death of his comrades, so it kind of felt nice that his voice had somewhat of worry laced in it. You fall back as he catches your head, slowly lowering it so you don’t smack it on the hard surface below you. You look around and notice you’re on an aeroplane, it’s moving, and you see a body bag on the table across from you.

“Hijitchi, is she…”

“Dead. Yes.” He states, his voice calm and collected this time. No emotion on his face, he pushes the glasses up his nose slightly, unfolding his shirt sleeves back down his arm.

“You got lucky this time. That curse wasn’t meant to be there for your mission. No one knew where it came from, it even got past your partners vail. “ The strange woman, who you now could tell was a stewardess from her outfit, pointed out. You sat up, head feeling light as you swung your legs around, dangling them as you tried to sit to the edge of the table. Your broken leg was bandaged up, a strong splint restricted your movements, and your right arm in a sling. You looked like a crappy knock off mummy Halloween costume with the amount of bandages covering almost 90% of your body. Nanami helps you as you try to get off the table, and he helps you sit down in a chair on the private jet. He hands you some medication to take and you swollen all of them before he even brings the drink to your hand.

“Gojo is on his way to us. He’s meeting us half way as we refuel. I doubt you’ll even see him before he jets off to find whoever sent that extra curse your way.”

“GOJO! I left him a message before that curse smashed the phone, i take it he got it then and…”

Nanami interrupts you,

“Yes. He got it. He then rang me asking me to turn around to find you, luckily I was just about to board the plane as he rang. Yano, you really should take your phone with you on missions, if that car hadn’t had a phone in it you’d of been dead.” His judgemental stare cuts right through you, as even thought he’s wearing his glasses, you can still feel his it cutting you down.

“I did have it on me, I wanted to recreate the selfie Gojo took when he kicked that guys…”Nanami again interrupts you.

“Childish.”

You look down and trail off your sentence, you knew it was childish, but you also knew Gojo would’ve thought it was funny.

“We’re about to land. I’ve got your things, just focus on trying to walk when we do, if you don’t need the fresh air just sit tight.” Looking out of the window as you land, you see Gojo standing by a car, in his black uniform, with his blindfold covering his face. His arms crossed against his chest, a disgustingly angry look covers his usually beautiful face. He try to stand, wanting to go and embrace him, but as you do a painful electric shock runs through your body, forcing you to gasp loudly snd sit back down. Nanami touches your shoulder as he stands behind you, you look up at him and nod, staying seated, as he then walks out of the doors and greets Gojo. As you look out the window again, you see them exchanging words, and see Gojo getting into the car as it speeds off. Tears start to fill your eyes as you watch him speed away, you reach a hand to the window as you sigh, watching the man you love chase after someone who tried to kill you. You could only imagine his anger, his frustration, as his previous attempts to keep you home, probably filled his mind. You knew he’d somehow blame himself for this happening because he wasn’t there to protect you, and you wanted so badly to just hear his voice, reassure him that you were okay, and that none of this was any of his fault.

After a long phone call, Nanami comes back onto the plane, and before you can even open your mouth, he walks past you, grabs the body bag, bridal carries it out of the plane and places it into the back of another car that just arrived. Eventually he comes back onto the plane, answering his phone as he sits opposite you.

“Yes. It’s done? Thank you.”

The brief phone call ends.

“Gojo found the curse user responsible for your attack, and killed him. We asked him to bring him in for questioning, but we all knew this was a request that fell on deaf ears. Apparently it was someone sent from the higher ups. They apparently tried to say it was part of the test, that they needed to see how you reacted under ‘a real threat’ but well, you know how Gojo feels about them. There’s not a man alive that could convince him this wasn’t a cruel plan to exterminate you.” Nanamis voice, stern and forward as always.

“So, is Gojo okay? Where is he now? Can we get him to come back so I can at least see him…?”

“He’s fine. Hes meeting us back at jujitsu.”

Nanami cleaned his glasses and loosened his tie slightly.

“I think you should get some rest, shoko needs to check you over when we get in, you’ll be with her for a few hours i imagine, and then you’ll need to recall the whole incident with me and yaga, and a few others, before you can see Gojo again .”

You sigh but know he’s right, the drowsiness from the pain medication you took started to take affect as your eyes slowly started to drop. He stood up and helped lower the back of your chair, reclining it so you could at least lay your head back and rest as comfortably as the chairs allowed. After what felt like a blink, you awoke to Nanami gently putting his hand on your shoulder again,

“We’ve arrived. I’ve got your bags, please wait for me to put them into the car and return before you try to stand.” You sleepily nod and watch him take your bags, as you turn your head away from the window you see Gojo stood next to you. Before you could even smile, he whisks you up in a bridal carry, and starts walking you towards the car.

“Gojo… i….” You look up at him and see a tear rolling down his cheek, from underneath his blindfold. He doesn’t look at you, he keeps his head looking forward and doesn’t speak to you. As you arrive at the car, he gently put you in, buckles your seatbelt over you, and kisses the top of your head. After closing your door, he walks around and gets into the front seat. Silence fills the car on the journey home to jujitsu. An array of emotions fill your head, you almost felt like a kid in the back seat who had just been found stealing, as your parents drove you home in silent disappointment. When you arrived at the gates to the school, Gojo got out and carried you in again, as you lay in his arms you felt ashamed, like he was angry at you for going, angry at you for getting so hurt, disappointed in you for not using more of his training to protect yourself? As he walked towards the main building, he started to walk towards your shared room instead of where a shoko was waiting for you. You went to open your mouth and question it, but fought against your better judgment and kept your mouth shut. As he opened the door and laid you on the bed, he turned back and as he closed the door to your room, he started to sob.

“I fucking knew it. I knew this would happen. After my meeting with Yaga I knew those bastards were up to something, he tried to warn me….and when you didn’t answer I knew I had to call Nanami to check in on you, and then I got your voicemail. Oh god your voicemail.” His sobs turned into uncontrollably crying as he fell to his knees after walking back towards the bed. He fell in between your knees and gently cuddled into your outstretched leg, careful not to hurt you, but crying into the bandages. He lifts his head up and holds your face in his hands, pressing his forehead to yours. He cries into your face, as you reach up and pull his blindfold down. He kisses your face and the force of these kisses pushes you backwards, as your back hits the bed you flinch, gasping at the pain. He recoils and a look of pure terror fills his face, as if he was the cause of your pain.

“It’s, it’s fine don’t worry. Nanami gave me some stroooong ass meds, you’ve just gotta be a little more careful with me for a few days baby.” You mutter, trying to muster a smile on your face as you reach out for him. He sits back on his knees and hangs his head low. You push yourself up and see him staring at you, with his hands outstretched snd a beautiful crimson ring box filling his palm.

“Marry me.” He says, stifling back the tears, staring at you with puffy eyes, his glistening blue hues almost too pale because of all the crying.

“Turo….I….of course! Of course I will! Cm’ere you idiot!” He jumps up to embrace you, as he does, he tries to hold back his excitement and tries to contain himself, but you pull him into you, and kiss his lips with such a force that your teeth nearly clank into each other. You both fall back onto the bed, and as he lays on top of you, you feel him slip the ring onto your finger, carefully. He holds your face and lightly strokes it as you both fully submerge into your joy. A knock at the door startles you, as it slowly opens and you suddenly see Yuji grinning from ear to ear, peaking his head through the crack.

“Did you ask her yet?” He glances at Gojo engulfing you on the bed, almost completely covering you from anyone’s view, but he sees your head perk up, smiling your ass off, as he jumps in the air and cheers!

“YES! I knew it! I told you she wouldn’t say no you idiot! Congrats guys!” He jumps on Gojos back with excitement, before Gojo forces his shoulders forward, protecting you from even the slightest gust of wind from Yuji. As Yuji opens his eyes, a terrified look dawns his face.

“What the fuck happened to you?! Did Gojo do that when you said yes because he got too excited…did blue go off….no no , he couldnt bandage you up so quickly, did….something happen on your mission?!” His puzzled look continues to furrow his brow. Gojo stands back upright and helps Yuji to his feet.

“Don’t worry itidori, I got the bastards that hurt her. I mean, she did technically win after all, but I still hunted those bastards down and made them pay….anyway, “ he shook the dark look from off his face, “maybe dont send the dogs in…” and with that, both hounds hurled through the doorway, nearly knocking the door from off its hinges as they pounced on your chest.

“Totally. Worth. It.” You say, gritting your teeth through the pain, as they furiously licked at your face. Megumi dismissed them back into the shadows as he stood in the doorway.

“Shit, i, didn’t realise you were so banged up. I wouldn’t have summoned them and riled them up if I knew….”

“It’s okay, it’s okay, I missed them too.” You say, panting from the pain, but still throwing a smile megumis way.

Gojo lets out a concerned laugh, then leads the boys out of the room.

“Mummy and daddy need some grown up time now. You might end you with another little sister running round soon.” He smirks, letting a giggle out as Megumi groans and Yuji makes a puking sound, sticking his finger in his mouth, imitating making himself sick. He closes the door behind them and turns to face you.

“Now, I assume we have about 8 or 9 minutes before shoko comes banging on the door looking for you. That enough time to make you cum once or twice, you think?” He starts to undo his shirt as he says this, slowly walking up to the bed, then dropping to his knees snd putting his hands on your thighs, parting them ever so gently.

“How about instead of your mouth, you show me where your hand was when we face timed hey…” you look at him and see the glimmer in his eye return, his aquatic eyes regaining their vibrancy.

He reaches down and undoes his belt with one hand, in a fluid motion. He throws it to the floor snd starts to crawl up your fragile body, careful not to put too much pressure on you.

Part 2 coming soon!

I could only fit so much in before it became a damn novel in one post. Next part is going to be full kinky smut, so yeah, you’ve been warned. 😅

[pluralthey]

is there a good place to start if we want to learn about idletry? im very interested in the story and all the bits and pieces revealed so far but i dont know if youve like, stated the basics both about the characters-in-story and how you’re releasing the comic

hi there. unfortunately, idletry became a passion project very abruptly and many details were added very quickly without regard for how long the project would take. once i did realize how large the project was, i decided that i would not even kid myself on the idea of holding in spoilers for the next 5 years, and those two factors combined make the information available very chaotic and slapdash -- somewhat intentionally.

i don't even have the comics tagged separately for easier access among the idletry content -- although, i could go back and give them a separate tag.

i can summarize the story and say that it's about a funny little talking honey badger/tasmanian devil named jessie gaylord who has for the last 10 years of her life been on heavy psychiatric medication in an attempt to mitigate a pervasive delusion that the world is a fictional story. she also has a notorious aggressive streak. these medications work primarily by leaving her so tired that she sleeps most of the time.

the story begins when her medical team has run out of typical medications to try, and they must order an older, more aggressive type of drug which is not commonly used anymore, and has a lengthier process to manufacturing and approving the drug. during this time, she is not on any medication, and she becomes more urgently fixated on convincing people that the delusion is true.

she ends up attempting to contact the writer, who is referred to as God, and she receives a response. she immediately attempts to write the story herself, and she's granted the ability to do anything within the story so long as she can write it out. (the intricacies and limitations of this power have been elaborated upon in a bunch of fragmentary posts, so i won't try to condense it here)

at the end of the first act, she kills the first writer and becomes the new God of her world. the rest of the story is about what she does after acquiring omnipotence, and it heavily features a character named fate -- or shiloh, as jessie calls her -- with whom she enters an intimate relationship.

she has a happy loving family composed of a father named adam, a mother named evelyn, and an older sister named emily. there is a later minor subplot about a cult following who worships her after she becomes God, and this cult is initially organized by an ant called samanthuel -- or samwich, as jessie calls them. these are usually the other characters i mention and i am too lazy to link them right now

the comic itself is currently being written. the script stands at around 51,000 words at the time of writing this as i work on the second act. after it's written, i will let it simmer for a few months and then write a second draft to start to relieve the story of its bloat. depending on its length at that point, i will either need to write a third draft, or i will start drawing the comic.

chances are, during the second draft, i will start to thumbnail or sketch scenes which receive little to no editing, as i know they will likely remain relatively unchanged even through multiple drafts.

the sketch strips are to tide me and an eager audience over in the meantime, but they've sort of dried up as i focus all of my attention on finishing the first draft and taking care of a puppy that was kind of just forced onto me.

i've made a couple of full-length comics before and they have taken years. it is, unfortunately, just the nature of the process. for idletry, i plan to self-publish the comic. i've never published something in print before, so that is the most daunting part for me.

the plan at the moment is to crowdfund this, but, to be frank with you, i no longer pay rent, and i care very much about having this comic as a printed book. i have no issue with paying the cost of printing out of my own pocket by the time it's done and am even anticipating that outcome ahead of time, despite having a pretty reliable audience by now.

i'm on the fence about releasing a digital book version, as i very much want to retain digital color versions of the pages that are more vibrant, but due to the explicit adult content of the story, i don't want it to be free-access.

tl;dr: it's about a lesbian incel with anger issues who's given omnipotence.

i'm still working on the story because i want it to be good.

i'm planning on printing it as a physical comic book once it's done.

[visionthefox]

Im feeling silly , I was looking over my logs of texts I often write to myself, an idea of what ever I want to do in the future And I found a horror idea based on a dream I had- I still somewhat remember it- I have a fear of getting lost and trapped - because I did get lost some few times in my life~ but for some reason my dream changed to "Im running" to "watch as someone else needs to survive" and I guess was to not get too scared? anyways, all I know I was in a abandoment plex, or shopping mall, I was in the play area MIND YOU this was before FNAF RUIN was even a thing! but I used to watch ppl explore abandoment places at night- soo ok, based on this dream of being lost, and running from something, I created an AU I never once shared to anyone sooo feeling silly! I want to let it out~ in resume! actually short one What if Fazbear got tired of weird stuff happening in the daycare, robots coming in and out, missing tech- a fucking death star? and their animatronics getting too comfortable walking away.. so much so is getting the brand in trouble so one night- FazCo just - reset both Sun and Moon, one night they sleep in the room they have, some humans walk in, since they work there Computer can not harm them, Computer tried to wake Moon but failed the next day, both brothers forgor everything and everyone, but something is off, Sun is not nervious nor shy, far from it, he seems to take a leadship, be harsh, sassy and somewhat mean-Moon in the other hand? he is calm, silent, cold only to human and robots, not kids, he is obedient to Sun only, and will be mean to everyone else. idk what exactly happened, but the plex grew darker, as maybe the aura of the change made everyone freak out, since Moon was literally paying FazCo to let him do anything, yet the company reset him as nothing.. soon chaos happend, and Eclipse , who mind you now has a body of his own -and I have no idea on what arc this happened, I just know he still hated everyone and didnt died- tried to walk in the daycare, only to Find Moon staring at him at the top on the play structure, Eclipse tease Moon but soon see something is not ok. Moon let him walk in, and worst, he just stared at him like a cat set on a prey, is only when Sun walked out from the ball pit he stared at Eclispe , and in a cheerfull yet cold tone said "oh, you are not part of FazCo line.. you are a bootleg? sorry~ we dont allow bootlegs in here! you need to leave!" and before Eclipse can say shit, Moon chease him away, Eclipse doesnt know why- but he ran away, maybe because Moon seems to be in his "kill code mode" but he just runs NOW this is the meat of the AU, Eclipse is forced to survive not getting seen by anyone, not even gregrory because he soon realized, every door is locked with new code only the rest on the glamrooks know, he tried to find the code, but just can not.. this is all I got, in my notes I had that Sun tried to reset Eclipse too thinking he just "needed some repains too" but I think Sun wanting Eclipse gone is more scary~ so yea, idk what to do with this so Im letting this out here- I may flesh out this idea? but I dont think I may actually draw it I just knew I wanted some horror related AU with sams at the time I wrote my dream down, I wanted true horror an scene I rememebr is Eclipse running inside one of the tubes, is all dark, only his eyes glow, and he is freaking out, Moon is cheasing him like a actual robot, no much of his personality showing - Eclipse clips up to the play structure, and finds a way out, not before he hears Sun teasing "please come out! we will make you better! you need to follwo FazCo rules~"

[prettyhawkward]

TW- abuse mentions, DID stuff, physical medical stuff, child abuse. In general just approach with caution if you're easily triggered or just don't want that sort of stuff in your brain!

🖤

Just musings/rantings on DID stuff for my own reference-

I've spent so much time picking apart my own actions and words and happenings. And like many traumatised folk, I carry an unhealthily large dose of 'you're a massive faker/attention seeking prick' right inside my guts.

I suppose the most notable thing about that is that this /doesn't/ give me any extra attention. I live with my two kids and partner system. We've honestly mostly got this shit down... we mostly can tell who is who, we roll with it. Anyone fronting is given the same respect and affection and care regardless of who they are. It's created a sense of safety and love which is exactly what you need when you're like... I dont know. An alter whose entire existence was about being hurt or whatever...

But recently there's been stuff happening. It feels like you have periods of like... calm and its not normalcy. Our day to day lives in private are normal and comfortable for us. We clean, we do crafts, we buy food and make dinners, we take the kids to school and when we can afford it on trips or for treats. But I'd say underneath that is the awareness that for most people it's not a daily occurance to maybe be five or seven different people at different points and not have their partner be the same.

Healing is a weird process. Integration in the sense of.. alters coming forward, communicating and allowing themselves to be seen is not at all a linear thing and tbh it is awful at times.

Last week I had a seizure in the street. This was preceded by nightmares and hallucinations of alters that go back to when I was a child.

I've had two TIA's and a history of migraines so tbh I did just assume. Hey, there's probably something physically wrong with my brain and I'm going to die. I do have elevated wbc so I'm fighting something, but I'm also midway through a pancreatitis flare up so I /would/ have elevated wbc. Like..

Anyway. Night before last I started drifting to sleep at around 10.20pm or so. I was dreaming about my house, just vaguely wandering around as I always do. It's my house. We live here. I hear footsteps and I put my hand behind me in a greeting, someone took my hand. Again, this is my house, I'm familiar with my people. This feels weird and different so I turn and 'He' is there and I'm like... immediately a bit irritated. My head and body hurts and I'm like. Come on. I'm tired of this. I'm tired of 'new' alters creeping out of the darkness like little bugs skittering out because they feel safe. This is just me personally. But I don't want to learn there's other parts. Knowing there's others in here involves at least subconsciously acknowledging that there's always going to be trauma and memories suppressed that deeply. I don't want to know that. Who wants to acknowledge that this man exists this vividly because something terrible happened to you? You know it had to be when you were a child because you remember seeing him when you were a child. You know damn well the kinds of evil fucked up things people do to little kids. I don't want to think about that. I don't want to even imagine that that's possible. Why do you exists then? I was lonely, sure, but you're not the friends who kept me company. I had a little girl called Clementine, and a boy called George. They're now parts of other alters. But they were my little friends. I used to see them sitting on the swing or running next to me. Laying in bed on my side and holding their hands listening to my parents scream and throw things and slam doors. George would sit with me when I would hide in this closet. (Lol) I drew a picture of him in there. So, somewhere in a closet in Egypt there's a little drawing of George with his silly hair. He was ginger, which was probably a heavy projection from my love of Anne of Green Gables at the time.

On one birthday I made little cakes and treats out of blue-tak and we squeezed into this little cupboard underneath the boiler and 'blew out' the candles. (Like most autistic kids I loved squeezing into dark/surrounded areas.)

But like.. to me those make sense. I was a lonely kid with an active imagination and I was dissociating from a pretty traumatising environment with very little stability. We moved every few months. As we got older it became fun to joke that it was a miracle if we stayed anywhere longer than 6 months, so we had no friends, or any friends we made we knew would soon be gone. You can't make lasting connections or friendships when next week you'll be flying to a different country or whatever. So, might as well carry those in your mind with you. I vividly remember a thought along the lines of 'you can't take away someone if they're in my head with me'. Like it was a powerfully vindictive thought for how young I was.

This man- I know he's been here a long time. So I know. I'm not stupid. You can't convince me you get alters like this because you used to get beaten or starved or moved too much or were lonely. If you're a little kid, and your tiny little child brain conjures up a figure meant to stand with you and protect you. Or cover your eyes so you can't see the bad stuff. He's going to look scary. But amusingly, heavily inspired by all the tales of the devil they told us. 'He's beautiful and effeminate (because its evil for a male to have female characteristics and vice versa, like full on BS) he has pale skin and long hair. Long painted nails. Black lips and pointed teeth. Inhumanly tall/long limbed. He moves faster than you have time to blink and his voice is silky and creeps inside your mind.' It cracks me up in hindsight. You told little kids that /this/ is what the devil looks like. Literally used the words beautiful again and again.

Anyway, this dream... I was holding his hand, I was confused because it wasn't /my/ Sebastian and in my weird state I didn't entirely get what this was. I tried to pull my hand back, but he held it harder and pulled me close, pushed me against the wall and the wall was holding me there while he pressed his hand into my chest and I was trying to fight and push him off but it was like he was trying to push into my chest. I couldn't breathe and I got into that half awake/half paralysed sleep paralysis state and in that state I could see him standing over me next to my bed pushing on my chest and I was panicking because I really couldn't breathe in at all and then Sebastian pushed him off and I could move my finger and break out of the paralysis. It took a while to fade off all the way and because I had been inside the walls there were like spiders crawling inside my ears and I felt crawling all over me.

My 'trauma' and internal workings have always merged into the visual waking world. Like even if it was just the whole vividly seeing alters outside in the waking world. As a child they performed countless 'exorcisms' on me because I hadn't yet learned to keep it to myself that there was a beautiful woman staring at everyone from the side of the room.

Now as an adult I can /generally/ tell the difference between the people in my head and the people outside. Generally.

Audio stuff is harder to differentiate. In the safety of home and with a partner who gets it and isn't at all like, hey do you mind, we often fall into the comfortable habit of responding or talking to each other out loud but obviously that comes with dangers of like... you can't be doing that in public. It happens. But people don't really like it.

Things like drugs, alcohol, sleep deprivation or stress can make the lines blur in a way that makes it much harder to differentiate. I've tried to explain it as at any point I can see my house and the outside world. There's an overlap. It's comfortable and familiar to close my eyes and ease into my house. I'm safe in here. You can't hurt me because you can't come in here and the people with me would soon have you dealt with in various vicious ways.

I don't even remember what my intention was with writing this... just musing. I'm going through processes and somehow life just.. keeps on. What a life.

[sakkigami]

15 questions for 15(?) friends

I haven't done this in years omg, thanks for the tag @salamanders-please !!

Were you named after anyone? An old song from the 80's my parents used to love (at least the native version of that name cuz english names were forbiden)

When was the last time you cried? A few months back due to a breakup, I barely ever cry

Do you have kids? God no.

What sports have you played/do you play? Used to play volleyball :D It was really fun but then I got out of school ofc so, couldn't anymore.

Do you use sarcasm? I don't think so lol I dont pay much attention to that.

First thing you notice about people? Their hair. Haircut, color, length, etc.

What is your eye color? Dark brown.

Scary movies or happy endings? I can't handle scary movies so I'll go for happy endings, tho I prefer sad/bad ones (emo)

Any talents? I kinda know how to draw. Also good at sleeping for however many hours and Still wake up incredibly tired

Where were you born? Portugal.

What are your hobbies? Drawing, playing games and watching jerma.

Do you have any pets? I have my little kitty cat of 8 years :3 my precious baby.

How tall are you? 1.78m or 5'11"

Favorite subject at school? Either art or english, cuz I got to do whatever I wanted and still pass. Anything that didn't require attention had me. Also loved PE.

Dream job? Nothing ever as well <3

I dont have 15 friends :3 I'll tag friends And mutuals instead. @suitcasesoffeathers @cockworms @coco-saurio @tsunderefairy @karasunonolibero @gxle @cawgeyamas @sleepy-timaeus

No one needs to do this of course! Just if you want to ^^

[br1ghtestlight]

I'm in your asks should much, I think I might just start living here

But look at them🥰

Any hcs regarding the pesto family?

THANK YOU FOR INDULGING MY HYPERFIXATION <33 love andy and ollie in this screenshot. just sittin' there

they aren't close like tina/louise/gene (mostly bcuz andy and ollie already have each other for friendship) but jimmy jr does love his little brothers and feels protective of them. he feels responsible for them and generally just tries to keep them out of trouble. also as we see in that one episode he has to hold their hands when they cross the street which i think is adorable!!!! always keeping em safe :)

when andy or ollie has a nightmare and they're scared they ALWAYS go to jimmy jr and he lets them sleep in his bed with him even though its very crowded (the twins will not sleep without each other) he asks them about it and tells them that they're safe and it was just a bad dream <3

andy and ollie think jimmy jr is VERY cool actually!!!! they love his dancing and generally look up to him a lot they're very impressed when he does things like blow a bubble with bubblegum or does a handstand on the monkey bars yknow typical big brother stuff. they're always following him around at recess and its kinda embarrassing but he does think its cute (its also comforting for him to know that his brothers love him no matter what bcuz he doesn't always feel like that way with his parents)

andy and ollie's first word was jimmy jr <3 he knew his parents would be upset about this so he let them believe that their first word was mama or dada and nobody knows the truth except for him

jimmy pesto legally changed their family name to pesto before his kids were born and all of his kids genuinely believe that their family is italian. nobody has ever corrected them for some reason not even their mom

andy and ollie like staying with their mom better and jimmy jr likes staying with their dad better. but the siblings never wanted to be split up so their parents have equal custody

jimmy pesto likes showing his kids old italian movies that he watched when he was younger and its a genuine bonding moment for them!!!! not all the movies they watch are appropriate for kids and there is some murder drug dealing and gangs but thats okay its fine

andy and ollie brought one of his old italian movies to school once for show and tell and it was inappropriate for kids so jimmy pesto got in trouble and told them not to do that anymore FJDMDJDJSKSKS or at least ask him first

jimmy jr babysits andy and ollie when his dad is busy and he is NOT good at it Tbh he mostly just does whatever he wants and leaves them to fend for themselves bcuz he figures they're old enough that they can yell for help if they need him. they usually just raid the fridge or do arts and crafts and end up making a huge mess everywhere that jimmy jr has to clean up (or else he'll get in trouble)

jimmy jr has convinced andy and ollie to play dance games (like just dance on the wii) with him on several occasions and they will TRY but they are extremely bad at dancing and uncoordinated and jimmy jr gets frustrated when they get a low score

andy and ollie like drawing pictures for jimmy jr with crayons or paints or for school assignments and they like giving to him as surprise gifts :) he's probably got a million of them at this point but he keeps them all and hangs them up in his bedroom

andy and ollie LOVE bugging jimmy jr when they're bored and dont have anything else to do they'll go into his bedroom or follow him into the bathroom and just TALK AND TALK abt whatever is on their mind and he is shockingly patient about this. he sometimes gets tired of them and puts headphones in but pretends that he's still listening and they honestly cant even tell the difference

[thatautisticlesbian]

rant about everything

I love my girlfriends i cant wait till i move down to their state. but i am really going to miss my irl friends, spend 24 hours with 2 of them split across the weekend in 12 hour chunks 2 of my other friends were there for one 12 hour chunk too. lot of card games mostly grand archive tcg drafting. i need to go to bed but like i could just watch youtube and porn till morning and just not sleep. not the worst idea i do like my mid-day naps. my play some balatro or mtg had a really good game a bit ago. Love playing my imoti deck on arena cause like all ramp and big guys is so good, like what is good deck building and removal and shit nah boss, just cheat out ulamog and win or anything else sometimes you dont even need a wincon drawing 15 and having 100 damage on board is enough for most people to scoop but like thats not fun let me take my extra turn. also listening to a mix of slut emo and faggot music. why did life have to get good as the world is ending? like i barely got a chance to live before we started to die. being to young and shit for the era of fucking around and being an adult at the start of the finding out era is a bitch and a half like god damn but that depressing. my chest hurts. i should stretch. god damn are my girlfriends the most cute and perfect girls in the world i love them so much so very much. I want to kiss each and every one of them and have a wholelife time to devote to each of them so i can be the very best i can be for them. I love this song heavy metal is so fun sometimes like realizing you can understand what the twink is saying is fun. and god damn is the twink cute. i really need to get this job im going for lol starting to rack up a debt already owe 85 bucks to a friend for covering a few things, like i have cash but only like 300 bucks that isnt savings and i really hate having debt especially with friends. i want my girls here with me to convince me to go to bed and cuddle up all nice and close with them and just hold whoever is warmest close to me, in my arms forever. i just love them so much. im suprised with how few typos i am having that, normally when im dumb tired i make a few billion typos but like grammar yes and using commas like periods yeah, but hey. i think i will go to bed soon i dont care enough to keep my eyes open much longer. that's what my whole life is i dont have the willpower to do x or i dont have the means, but i guess that is just about all of us aint it. I need to watch like a million things and read a couple books. i love how i can just type like this on here, like i enjoy bluesky but it has the bullshit word limit which i hate so much that twitter has too. like there is no good reason for it i have never heard a good word towards it or anything. but here i can rant forever but a cut at the top and call it good and like tagging is so amazing when used right. i dont trust people who capitalize i when used as like i do. like do you dont value your time my love. idk i dont even know where my fingers would go to do that and rather be shoot then figure it out. my tongue feels weird no clue why i love how my body does hey we doing this now but jokes on you dumbass we aint telling you why. I used to hate the words aint and yall when i was 7 boils down to not liking my cosins who lived in the south and used those words but fuck that weird ass shit not really a fan of those kids still but like the words are hella useful and its a silly reason to strip words out of my lexicon i will whatever i want thank you very much speaking in a way to make myself understood is useful but also like aint nobody care. ok i'm gonna say goodnight to the pookies and my girls, then stretch then eep. I'm an eepy little princess. goodnight to the zero people who got this far.

[transylvanilla]

Oh god.. Where do I begin? Their google doc was upsetting to read for so many reasons. I've never heard of this person in my life but I do want to share some of my thoughts on all of this. Its 4 am and I cant sleep so sorry if this isnt going to make sense, I'm pretty tired. I should also say I didnt read the entire thing because once I got to "Holly's Callout" I was feeling a bit overwhelmed decided to pick up from where I left off later.

I wouldn't wish what Ang has gone through upon my greatest enemy. Nobody deserves what has happened to them. Imo this is one of those situations where when someone thinks someone else is totally vile and morally bankrupt, any harm done unto them is justified, and thats just not true. People forget (either deliberately or subconciously) that the person they are targeting is a human being, and when someone like Ang is in such a vunerable position nothing justifies destroying their only means of survival. People die without a support system. I can't say I've never wished harm upon a person who I think is cruel but death is so fucking final, its not fair, its not the only way these people could've handled the situation.

Both Ang and the people who hurt them used a lot of fallacies that either didn't make sense to me or didn't justify why they did/said/felt what they did and etc. It would take me too long to write all of the annotations I was making in my head, but tldr it was very clear to me (and tbh it doesnt even have to be said) that jera, taylor, holly, etc have problems. Their behavior was so consistently weird and inappropriate and their reasoning would convenientely change or become contradictory, not to mention how obsessed they all were. I have bpd so I honestly *understand* why they did what they did, but ofc I dont *agree* with it. Bpd = emotions are felt more intensely than non-bpd ppl, which leads to really intense reactions like taylor's and jera's and etc. Idolizing is also a common bpd thing, and lovebombing + "splitting" (rapid, extreme change in how a person or situation is perceived). I see people without bpd diagnoses behave this way to varying degrees of intensity, so im not saying all of them have bpd btw. Im just saying they shouldn't have done what they did, they had no good reason to, and therefore they need help.

Ang isn't without vice either, and it bothers me a lot that Ang never (unless I accidentally overlooked) owned up to their many many mistakes. Most of which were just poor judgement imo, but also I really can't agree that the art they made doesn't, by nature, hurt any identifiable victim. Kids will always be harmed by porn drawn of underage muses/pairings/sources. There's no debate. There's no reason to create media like that even if its just intended for an 18+ audience. Not even to cope with trauma, in any deeply personal way. There's better ways to cope. Fiction will and always has influenced the real world. No child will ever be safe in a world where its normal to see a kid/adult pairing in nsfw art, cartoon or otherwise.

This doesn't mean Ang should die. I don't think Ang intends to harm kids with their art, but *it really should've been obvious that thats exactly what they were doing/enabling* and thats unfortunately exactly what makes Ang a dangerous person. People should be allowed to block them on ALL of their accounts, and people should be allowed to warn other anti-proshippers of proshipper accs, but thats IT. Everything else that happened went too far.

What I hope for them (and I know if Ang somehow sees this they will compare my attitude to an "anti-gay fundamentalist Christian's 'I wish I could save you'" attitude) is that they'll realize their art is unacceptable and grow. They will have to show everyone they've grown in order to recieve the life-saving support they need. They have to ask themselves, "Whats more important; drawing shotacon or surviving and potentionally rebuilding my reputation?"

They've tried "rebuilding" their reputation by deleting and remaking accs without actually fixing what led to the majority of their notoriety in the first place, which is their status as a known proshipper. They desperately need to re-evaluate their own priorities because thats honestly going to be the quickest solution, vs asking the aggressive stalkers to *not only* chill out but to set aside their desire to see a another proshipper executed, convinced its justice.

However I think their social isolation isn't 100% their ex-friends fault because people also just very passionately hate proshippers/the type of content Ang creates. Backlash is to be expected when you create content like theirs. Their ex-friends don't deserve all the credit. Ang unfortunately associated themself with some terrible people but from the way I see it, the art Ang continued to make was the catalyst. Ang's art fed fuel to the flames. Maybe 55-75% of this drama could've been avoided if Ang made the smartest choice which was to take any opportunity to do real damage control which would've had to include simply not drawing that type of art anymore.

Theres definitely a lot more I could say but I need to sleep.

Alright, I'm gonna be louder about it now because the situation is dire. Ang/Vee (@/Atherist on Twitter) is in a terrible position, and they will die if nothing improves. They're in full survival mode, and that's not enough anymore. They NEED help. They need more money than I will ever have at once.

I don't know if they would want me giving details since they have locked their Twitter where they've posted about it, and I don't have enough of a reach to make any difference, so I'm going to look for people that do.

This is their Kofi. (https://ko-fi.com/handsomehugs)

They also have a subscription service (SubscribeStar seems to be preferred due to PayPal's... thing) where you can even unlock some content for your money.

https://subscribestar.adult/atherist

https://www.fanbox.cc/@atherist

But again, we need a wave of money, tens of thousands, just so they might live.

If anyone wonders why I would fixate on this one person even though lots of other people are struggling too, I'll be transparent and say, because it's not fair.

Everything that's happening to them is the long-term result of vicious abuse that ruined their career. It was intentional.

Horrible, vindictive, monstrous people DID THIS TO THEM. They did it out of spite, because they could, because they wanted a scapegoat for their own shitty friend drama, whatever. They lied and slandered them and stalked them and caused them IMMENSE trauma, and that. is not. FAIR.

If Ang dies, it will be THOSE people's faults. I don't care how long ago it was. They intended to, and succeeded in, taking away all the income and support they had, and PEOPLE NEED THOSE THINGS TO LIVE.

I will consider them murderers if Ang dies. And this outcome isn't fair.

Buhh buhh "life isn't fair", I know.

But I'm just doing what I can. It's all I can do. There's someone in front of me being killed and I can't just sit there and wait for it. Even if I fail to make a difference.

So I bring this attempt to paint a picture of WHY I care. Why I'm doing this.

I hate injustice. It tears me to shreds more than anything else on this earth. And if I can help, I WILL. I want to.

If Ang sees this: I promise I won't put myself in any financial trouble over this. I have a partner who wouldn't let that happen, and my bills are always paid. But I'm going to do everything I CAN. Because I want to. Because it's right. It's not a burden. You deserve better.

[lcahwriter]

In Secret

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw (Hangster)

Word count: 3.5k

TW: Internalized homophobia, attempted SA, Bradley punches people

Summary: 

Jakes in denial about who he is.

Bradleys out and proud.

What happens when Jake sneaks out to a gay club and calls Bradley for a hookup?

Spoiler Alert: They dont hook up and Bradley punches people instead.

*****

Authors note: Yes this is a Hangster fic and if you’re not into that then that’s okay💗

Jake was gay, but he tried not to be.

He brought so many women home in hopes he would find the one that turned him. But he would take them to bed and he couldn’t finish. He always made up an excuse.

Whiskey dick. Too tired. Too drunk. Feel sick.

Some girls figured it out. They would say “it’s okay – you should accept yourself.”

But Jake refused to believe that he couldn’t change. After all his pastor had told him that he just needed to find the right woman. That eventually, his desire for men would fade.

His father had beat him blue until Jake promised he would never give into his sinful temptations. Because being gay was a sure ticket to hell.

Deep down Jake knew he was doomed.

Jake gave into the temptations when he couldn’t stand it any longer. And when the deed was done, he would be left alone to feel the shame.

The worst part was Jake didn’t just crave sex with men. He craved love – he craved domesticity.

And that’s where Bradley Bradshaw fucked with Jake’s head.

Because when Jake looked at Bradley, he imagined them both standing at the altar. He would see Bradley carrying him over the threshold of their first home. He even thought about little brown-haired kids running around both their feet.

He saw himself growing old with him.

And Jakes thoughts were completely unfounded.

He had tried to shake the crush – even though he fucking knew it was more than that.

But truthfully, he was letting himself drown in him, because Bradley would never return that same love.

Bradley saw him as a comrade -a friend.

And that was okay with Jake, because he could keep his walls up high away from temptation.

Even though now, his heart felt like it might physically break.

Bradley was sitting at the piano bench in the crowded bar, a beer bottle pressed to his lips. His skin was flushed from the singing. And his lips were a beautiful pink.

He was so happy. And Jake wanted to hate him for it. He wanted to hate him for being everything he couldn’t be.

Bradley was gay and proud. He owned it – and he was loved by everyone. Jake didn’t have that same privilege.

But he loved Bradley too much to hate him.

Jake couldn’t stand sitting back and watching anymore. He was going to give into his temptations tonight. And even with the shame in the morning nothing would be worse than watching the man he loved be happy without him.

“You heading out?”

Jake looked up to see Javy, standing next to him at the bar. Jake sighed and set down his beer, a fake smile plastered across his face.

“Yup, time for me to get my beauty sleep.” Jake slapped Javy on the back playfully before standing up and swiftly walking towards the exit.

He couldn’t help but glance at Bradley as he headed out the door. Bradley didn’t notice him at all – he was too caught up in the crowd he’d gathered around him.

Jake bit his cheek hard enough to draw blood and trudged out of the bar.

Did anyone even notice him leave?

He tried not to dwell on the ache in his chest. Instead, Jake headed to the place he always went when he was looking to fulfill his temptations.

**

Jake felt better as soon as he stepped into the packed club. The smell of cigarette smoke and alcohol was somehow comforting. The aroma wrapped around him, hugging him and pulling him in.

He B-lined towards the bar, shoving through sweaty bodies on the way. He needed to drink so he could drown out the mix of his father’s thoughts and his own.

You’re sinning.

You’re giving into temptation.

You’re dirty.

This wasn’t just any club – it was a gay club. There were drag queens milling around after their performance, and bartenders in thongs. Jakes dad would probably shoot him if he saw him here.

But his dad was back in Texas- and Jake was in heaven.

Because here no one knew him. And no one knew he was in the closet – or in denial. He was just a guy, looking to forget reality.

Jake checked his watch – 10:45pm.

He took two shots of tequila and made his way to the dancefloor. He would drink until he couldn’t feel anything, and then he would find a man who would fuck him and leave him.

And then he would go to work on Monday like nothing happened.

***** **** ****** ***** ****

Jake was drunk. Like, really drunk.

The club’s music had been playing loudly for so long that his hearing was muffled. His eyesight wasn’t spinning yet – but a few more drinks and he’d be on his way to blacking out.

Jake should have found a guy to take him home by now. But no one seemed to be good enough.

The other men in the club didn’t have pretty eyes like Bradley. Or pretty hair like Bradley. Or a pretty face like Bradley.

Jake thought maybe he should just call Bradley.

It was a horrible idea, but Jake was too drunk to think about the consequences.

Maybe Bradley would hook up with him. Maybe Jake could get over him if he just got fucked by the guy.

Jake could lie the next morning and say he was just experimenting – that he wasn’t gay.

The temptation was too strong. The alcohol in his veins sent him over the edge.

He was calling Bradley, head spinning. The phone rang, and Jake stumbled towards the corner of the club where he could hear better.

“Jake?” Bradley sounded tired, but oh so fucking cute. Jake thought he might die.

“Heyyyyyyyyy Roos!” Jake slurred. He didn’t even mean to slur his words- but his brain wasn’t working as fast as he needed it to.

“Where are you?” Bradley questioned.

Jake thought he sounded more awake this time. Which was good, because if Bradley wanted to fuck him tonight, he needed a ride.

“Urban Mo’s” The words rolled off his tongue and he giggled. He was beginning to feel how drunk he was now that he was trying to talk.

“The gay club?” Bradley’s voice was confused. And Jake’s stomach dropped. Maybe Bradley would be upset with him maybe-

“Are you there alone?” Bradley was making noises that Jake could only assume was the clattering of car keys and doors opening.

Jake realized he was just listening to Bradley’s words and not responding. He wanted to speak, but he was more focused on staying on his feet.

“I’m going to come get you.” Bradley’s voice was determined, and Jake thought maybe that was a good sign.

“Drunker than I thought.” Jake pushed out as he leaned against the wall. The lights were flashing, and he tried to close his eyes. But the second he did he found himself teetering over.

“Can you make it to the bathroom and wait for me there?” Bradley’s voice was worried now. And Jakes eyebrows ruffled in confusion.

Why would he be worried about him? Jake wanted Bradley to take him home and fuck him so he could feel something.

Had he not told Bradley that yet? He couldn’t remember.

“You want to have sex in the bathrooms?” Jake’s words were slurred still, and he was sure he sounded confused.

Maybe Bradley didn’t want him to see his house. Keep it as un-personal as possible.

“What?” Bradley choked out a laugh and Jake frowned. “No jackass. I want you to wait there and lock the door. You’re too drunk and it’s not safe to be alone like that.”

Jake stood there trying to pull together his brain enough to think of what to do. Everything was spinning.

“Jake are you with me?” Bradley’s voice rang through his ears again. Jake nodded and looked towards the bathrooms.

“I’ll go in there and wait for you.” Jake groaned as he took a step forward, wobbling as he did. He was starting to realize he drank one too many. He didn’t want to throw up all over someone’s bed sheets tonight.

Bradley was talking to Jake still, but everything was starting to fade out. Jake knew he had made it to the bathroom door, but there were two people there.

They were talking to him and smiling, and so Jake smiled too. He was sure he looked lost, because truthfully, he’d never been so fucked up. How many had he had to drink?

He told the guys he was going to wait for a friend in the bathroom, and they said they would wait with him. And Jake told them his friend said to lock the door and be there alone.

Bradley was yelling at him through the phone, but none of his words made sense.

Jake was too drunk to push the guy away when he shoved him into the small bathroom. The other guy stayed on the other side of the door. And Jake wondered why this stranger would want to wait for Bradley with him.

But then the tall man grabbed Jake by his shirt and pressed him against the wall.

Jake’s phone dropped.

“I’m sorry bathroom sex isn’t my thing.” Jake tried to smile through the panic he felt. He swore he was trying to get away from the man, but his twisting against the man’s grip was doing nothing.

“Just stay still sweet thing.” The man was close to Jakes ear now. Jake quivered in disgust.

“Get off of me.” Jake demanded in a drunken haze.

“No.”

**** ***** **** ****

Bradley was going to lose his fucking mind.

He was thirty seconds from the club, his phone clutched in his hand. The last thing he heard was men talking to Jake. And they weren’t just talking to him – they were fucking preying on him.

Bradley had screamed at Jake to run from them- but Jake didn’t respond.

And now Bradley was pushing 60mph on the side streets.

He didn’t expect Jake to be at a gay club – let alone call him of all people to pick him up.

And Jake had even mentioned having sex with him?

Bradley wasn’t sure what the fuck that meant, because as far as Bradley knew Jake was as straight as a nail.

If Jake was gay – well Bradley would have a hard time staying away from him.

But now, none of that mattered because all Bradley could think about was getting to the damn club.

His Bronco screeched up to the club’s curb. He shut off the engine and hopped out. He cut the line and shouted at the bouncer that he was here to get a friend.

The bouncer wasn’t pleased – but Bradley figured he must have looked panicked enough that the guy had sympathy for him.

Bradley shoved through the dancing swarms of people, ignoring the angry shouts from the moving bodies on the way.

He could see the bathroom door, but no sign of Jake. Oh God.

There was a middle-aged man standing in front of the door, his arms crossed. The man stood up taller when Bradley approached him.

“My friend is in there.” Bradley’s veins were full of adrenaline. His chest was moving up and down quickly from the short sprint. “Let me through.”

Bradley’s fists were clenched at his sides.

“Can’t do that sorry, my friends in there too.” The man gave him a smug smile. Bradley almost punched him right then. Bradley stepped inches away from the mans face. Bradley looked down at him.

“If you don’t let me through right now, I will fucking knock your ass out and I won’t stop until there’s teeth missing from your fucking skull.” Bradley was angry now, because Jake was in there with some stranger- and Bradley didn’t have time to waste.

The guy smiled and kept his arms crossed. No sign of moving out of the way.

That’s all Bradley needed before he launched himself at the man, grabbing him by the shirt and twisting him around. He slammed the man as hard as he could into the wall opposite of the door.

The man went to swing at Bradley, but Bradley had been expecting that. He dodged the blow and instead kneed the man as hard as he could in the gut and cracked the man’s nose with his fist.

Bradley didn’t wait to see if the man would recover, because all he cared about was getting through the fucking bathroom door.

He tried to turn the knob. Locked.

Bradley didn’t hesitate to wind his leg back and kick the door open. He had enough military training to do this with his fucking eyes closed.

The door swung open, and Bradley wanted to scream when he saw Jake.

A tall man had his hands up Jakes shirt whilst he had Jake backed into the wall. Jake was trying to get away from the man’s grasp, but he was too drunk to slip away. Bradley’s felt the hot anger wash over him.

“Son of a bitch!” Bradley growled, charging towards the bastard and yanking him off Jake. The man was surprised at Bradley’s attack and stumbled backwards to the floor.

Bradley stood over the man, nothing but rage coursing through him. He wanted to kill him, he wanted to make him suffer.

“Your little bitch walked up to us!” The man defended; his hands held at his sides. Bradley’s jaw clenched and he kicked the man in the side.

“He was trying to go to the bathroom you fucking piece of shit!” Bradley was getting angrier. He leaned over the man and punched him in the mouth, satisfied with the blood spurting from it.

“Bradley!” Jake’s panicked voice rang through his ears. Bradley whipped his head towards Jake, who was backing away from the man who was at the door before. The bloodied stranger had an evil smile on his face.

Bradley had never moved so fast. Because he would rather fucking die than see that man touch Jake.

Bradley pulled the man back and kicked him in the knee. He groaned and stumbled backwards, joining his friend on the ground.

Bradley stood in front of Jake, shielding him from the strangers who were leering at him. Bradley could feel Jake shaking. His heart clenched.

“Get out of here before I decide I want to kill you.” Bradley gritted out. He was sure he looked crazed. His nostrils were flaring and there was blood splattered on his shirt.

“Damn his ass must really be tight if you’re willing to kill for him.” The bigger man grinned at Bradley; his teeth were stained with his own blood.

God dammit Bradley wanted to punch his face in for speaking such vile things about someone he cared for.

Jake stiffened behind him, and Bradley instinctively backed into him further. His back was pressed against Jake’s heaving chest.

“Out now. Final warning.” Part of him wanted them to try him again, because these motherfuckers deserved to hurt. Buthe wanted to get Jake out of this god forsaken bathroom more.

“Let’s go.” The smaller man said, getting up slowly and pulling his friend with him. They both looked fucking awful, and Bradley was proud of that.

The men slammed the door behind them, but it just swung back open from the massive hole Bradley had kicked in.

“Jake- fuck.” Bradley was turned towards him, looking over his body frantically. He spotted bruises on Jakes neck and arms, and a red mark across his cheek. It made Bradley nauseous.  

Jake’s eyes were wide and glazed over, and tears were still welled in them. He looked up at Bradley and nodded slowly.

“I’m- I- I tried to get him off.” Jake’s words were still slurred, and Bradley was regretting letting the men go with their dicks still attached to them.

“I know.” Bradley assured him- and it didn’t take any prompting before the 6ft blonde caved into Bradley’s arms. Bradley immediately wrapped himself around Jake, supporting his drunk body as he trembled.

It was sobering to see Jake like this- so venerable and scared. Normally Jake was cracking jokes or always saying something sarcastic. But now, he was fully relying on Bradley to keep him afloat.

“Let’s get you home.” Bradley’s hand rubbed up and down Jakes back. Jake was shaking his head.

“I don’t want to have sex anymore, I’m sorry.” He croaked. And Bradley thought he might die because Jake sounded so sad.

“No sex Jake, just going to get you out of here okay?” Bradley promised, because he would never fucking have sex with Jake in the state he was in.

And he didn’t know Jake was gay to begin with- if he even was? Bradley had so many questions but now wasn’t the time to find answers.

Jake nodded and pulled away from Bradley’s chest. His normally cheerful eyes were puffy and red. Bradley winced at the bruise forming on the side of the blonde’s face.

“Can you walk?” Bradley asked softly. His arms were still wrapped around Jake’s waist carefully. Jake gave him a small smile and nodded.

“Yesss sir.” He joked. And Bradley tried to laugh but he knew Jake was drunk, and he was trying to be funny instead of somber.

Bradley let go of Jake and he immediately stumbled forward, causing Bradley to move quickly in front of him. Jake murmured a “sorry” into Bradley’s shoulder.

“It’s alright, I’ll help you walk yeah?” Bradley wrapped his right arm around Jake’s waist, while Jake’s body leaned on him for support. Bradley wanted to just pick him up and run him out of the damn place, but he knew Jake would hate the lack of control.

“Alright, my cars just outside.”

Bradley clutched Jake to his side, using his free arm to shove everyone out of their way. They milled through the crowds of dancing people, headed straight towards the exit. Jake had turned his head into Bradley’s shoulder and shut his eyes, gripping onto his shirt tightly.

Bradley’s worry grew for the man, and he started to walk faster, until they finally busted through the exit.

The cold night air was refreshing compared to the musty cigarette smoke filled club. Jake visibly relaxed, but still held tight to Bradley.

Bradley led him to his Bronco and opened the passenger side door. Jake looked up at him with wide eyes.

“I’ll help you in.” Bradley suggested when the blonde grew all too quiet. Jake nodded and haphazardly lifted one leg into the vehicle. His drunk body teetered backwards but Bradley grabbed his upper thighs and lifted him into the seat.

Jake slouched in the seat, seemingly relieved that he made it up into the car in one piece.

Bradley thought he looked fucking stunning sitting in his Bronco. He’d thought of Jake being with him so often – but it was just a pipe- dream. Bradley wasn’t one to fall for straight guys. He preferred someone who would actually want him back.

Bradley shut the door and jogged around to the driver’s seat.

“Seatbelt.” Bradley warned, looking over at Jake who was staring up at the night sky. Jake looked over at Bradley and pouted, deflating his shoulders.

Bradley smiled softly and reached over Jake to grab the seatbelt and pull it over Jakes chest. His hands were dangerously close to Jakes thighs as he struggled to buckle the seatbelt in. Jake let out a soft sigh and leaned back in his seat.

“Head hurts.” He whined softly. Bradley finally got the seatbelt to click and scrambled away from Jake before any more sinful thoughts could cross his mind.

“Did you hit it?” Bradley questioned, while starting the engine up. Jake shrugged his shoulders and rubbed his hands over his eyes.

“Maybe.”

Bradley ignored the throbbing of his knuckles as he grasped the steering wheel. His right hand was slowly dripping blood, but he quickly wiped the red liquid on his jeans. 

He started driving back towards his apartment, trying his best to not hit any bumps on the way. Jake was practically dead weight, his drunken body swaying back and forth.

“I’m going to take you to my place. You can stay the night and sober up, okay?” Bradley bit his cheek nervously, glancing over at Jake.

His tanned skin glowed with the passing streetlights, and his eyelashes fluttered. Bradley had never been this close to him- for so long.

“Please – please don’t tell anyone about this.” Jake’s voice was quiet. His words were still drawn out and slow, but he was being genuine. Bradley’s heart ached.

“I won’t, I promise.” Bradley vowed.

Bradley wanted to tell him a million other things.

“I’ll take care of you.”

“I’m not going to let anyone hurt you again.”

“It’s okay if you’re gay, you don’t have to hide who you are.”

“I’ll make sure everyone treats you the same.”

But he bit his tongue and gripped the steering wheel tightly. He would talk to Jake in the morning about what happened.

But for now, he would get Jake to his bed, maybe get him to shower if he can sober him up enough. Bradley would sleep on the couch- maybe the floor.

He felt a protectiveness over the blonde that he couldn’t explain. He looked over again at Jake, who had folded in his arms to his chest. His eyes were shut, and he was leaned to the side.

Good, he needed the rest.

Bradley would brew him a cup of coffee and make him some toast. Jake would be alright.

[milky-oatmeal18]

tell me all of ur invader zim headcanons or like aus or whatever u NEED to talk more

i do have an au i am working on, though i think ill make a separate post for that, right now ill just talk about headcanons!!

disclaimer that u dont have to agree with any of my headcanons, this is just how i see them personally, and there are times when i draw them older, but that's only really for aus or something

also, giving young kids sexualities isnt sexualizing, kids can know when they like boys or girls more, or both! <3

DIB

dib is about 14 when i draw him (probably like 13 and 9 months old, still a baba)

5'0 in height

mexican

he is autistic! his hyper-fixations are aliens, and cryptids in general, i would like to think he also fixates on technology, and building things

the headphones i draw him in are sensory headphones! theyre just noise cancelling but they help him a lot!

he is trans FtM, but since hes young hes just on hormone blockers and practices deep voices and stuff, which is why his voice is still high, but still masc (he/him)

in the show i know he does hack into things, but i like to think he also programs a lot! he makes a lot of stuff for his own use, like for his computer he made a program that helps him keep all his personal info on zim, it has a password and everything so no one tries stealing anything

he has anger issues, not major ones, but he does get mad a lot and easily, he usually calms down by napping or watching supernatural documentaries

he draws a lot more than you think! i know theres silly doodles across his room, but i like to think he has a binder full of all his drawings that arent on his walls or anything, hes a weird kid, so hed probably draw like zims gut anatomy or something

he tries playing the guitar, hes not the worst at it, he just cant play a full song without messing up at least once

he has paranoia, its hard for him to sleep usually, so that's why he's almost always tired, when he cant sleep he stays up trying to find more stuff on zim!

he prefers tea over coffee! while he does love coffee, i like to think he drinks tea more cause of prof membrane, and he doesn't complain about it, his favorite tea is black tea!

i like to think that he knows he's not straight but just doesn't know what he is, he says omni whenever someone asks, but he doesn't really know

he loves, and i mean LOVES gir so much that he gets kinda upset that he cant have his own sir(?) unit, i mean who doesnt

his briefcase is actually a case for his laptop that he just uses as a briefcase at times, sometimes his laptop is in there sometimes its not, depending on what he's set out to do

ZIM

when i draw zim, i personally see him around the age 14-15 (14 and 9 months at least) still a baba

4'11 in height

zim has adhd, though on irk its just seen as him having trouble in a lot of things, or just as a defect, it doesn't bring him down though!

though zim is young, he did go through invader training because of how irkens are made just to be weapons and/or invaders

he used to be a scientist for the irken empire, but quickly got excluded from being one due to messing around and messing up a lot of valuable equipment, the turtle neck was kept from being a scientist as a kind of punishment to "remember what he did" but he just thinks it looks cool

he was never given limb enhancers like the other invaders cause he isn't a real invader, so he thought hed make his own cause he though maybe they just forgot to give him some, it does have a bit more advances than the regular invader one, since they're not allowed to enhance or add onto their enhancers without given permission

zim cant eat many earth foods, but he also cant eat many irk foods, , not cause of allergies, but because of his sensory issues, its hard for him to eat in general (his safe food is waffles!!)

irkens dont have genders, mainly prefered pronouns in which zims are he/it

he made his own hearing aid cause of how much it was pushed off on irk, no one really believed that irkens can be born with defects like that unless their antennas are damaged (only his right antenna is mostly deaf)

he sees gir as his little brother more than he sees him as a sir unit, he doesn't know the term brother, but knows he cares more about gir than anything else even if he finds him annoying

he forgets things, a LOT, in the comic i think its funny how fast he forgets things or pushes things aside, but i like to think he just, actually forgets that fast, even if he tries to remember it

like dib, he doesnt really know his sexuality, mostly cause of how irkens don't have genders, or don't really have the concept of genders in their head, so he just also thinks he's omni, with a masc pref

i like to think he has more of a over bite, but when he's not paying attention he sometimes puts his bottom row of teeth over his lips, just as a little fidget, or just does it while biting the skin off his lips (if irkens have lips?? idk probably not visible ones)

he is still growing, height wise, but when he's older his hight wont be the tallest, probably a few inches or so

GAZ

gaz is 11 and a half (11 and 6 months) she is also, a baba

5'0 in height, suck it zim

mexican

she has adhd as well, fixated on games and pigs

her safe food is pizza!! she loves eating it with her dad and dib, they just like being able to spend time with all of them even if she messes with dib a lot

she likes cryptids to a degree, also isn't as obsessed as dib is, just thinks that only SOMETIMES they're interesting

she tells dibs to make hacks for her in games, and even tells him to make games or addons for games, she usually plays the games dib makes for like a day and then never again

along with the guitar, she can play the drums! she likes playing them while dibs trying to sleep or nap

she is a lesbian and a demigirl! (she/they)

they have a lot of stuff for stress reliving in her room, like a punching bag and a LOT of pillows to punch, she sometimes puts a picture of dibs face on the punching bag, but its not as good as the real thing

she doesnt hate dib, she wont mind if he holds her hand while they walked home or hugged her from time to time, she just likes tormenting him cause its funny

she prefers coffee over tea, which is why they have coffee at their house, she prefers it over tea but would still drink tea if they had some, plus prof membrane basically makes them drink it at times, she prefers her coffee black, but wont mind it being super sweet either

the necklace that her dad gave her actually has a tracker in it incase she ever gets lost, they never get lost cause they're mostly at home, but just incase

she thinks zim is interesting, they think its interesting how he is and how it even got to earth, but she cant be bothered to find out, all she knows is that he's annoying

gaz is sort of blind, they have hyperopia (far-sighted) she does have glasses but only uses them if they really need to, she doesnt wanna look like a nerd like dib

she usually cuts her hair by themself, mostly cause of how when they go get it cut they usually give her a bob instead of what they wanted

probably prefers punk, goth, and emo over scene, but still admires others who can pull it off

has a little case for their game slave! its like a little bag, shes always sure to have it on themself so shes never bored

GIR

gir has no real age mostly cause of how hes a robot, but i like to think theyre always seen as a child, 8 years old to be exact

gir is autistic coded!

3'5 in height

they have no gender as well, obviously, but do have "preferred" pronouns (it usually gets called by it/they/he)

he really does care about zim and his mission, it just has a lot of trouble focusing on it, or functioning right, since theyre literally made of garbage

his sir unit build is the same as mimis (taks sir), but just defected with misprints and messed up parts, thats why he has prints in the same place as mimi, just messed up

adding onto that, he doesnt have the same big arm as mimi on his left, both his arms are from the builds that regular invaders have

a lot of his parts float, his arms can still extend and move freely, its just that they float , there is a sertain extent where if they go too far they just detach or recoil back to the body, they only detach if zim needs to fix anything on gir

a lot of his body can be detached, almost every single part, he can either still be sentient while they do, or be turned off

zim actually made girs disguise, like handmade, so it has different shades of green scattered around on it, its obviously fake, but people fall for it

the blue color on him changes depending on how he feels, usually its just other shades of blue (ex. dark blue for sad, bright blue for happy/excited, a little duller blue for neutral, you get it) , but when he actually takes orders is when he turns a different color (red)

a lot of the foods he eats can actually turn into fuel for him, depends on what it is, if its chips, soda, slushies, donuts, or any foods that would be on irk as well, will most likely be transferred into energy for him, if its foods like pizza, tacos, or just anything thats specific to earth, it will most likely get jammed into his system, to where zim has to clean almost all the time

a lot of his system is messed up, but zim fixed it up a bit, he doesnt know what causes gir to be crazy and silly and just the way he is, but he feels like it wont feel right if gir was just a normal sir unit

ill probably come back to this to add or fix some stuff if i ever feel the need to, but for now these are all the headcanons i have for them!! these are either adding onto or just new ones that werent on the refs i made for them, so yeah!! again this is just how i see them, you dont have to agree or anything

[strawhatyaa]

boo boo danny (ruby gloom au?)

so i was re watching ruby gloom and kept thinking of dp x dc au crossover with Danny as boo boo and everyone else in the manor as the other ruby gloom characters. maybe alfred the cat or titus as doom kitty (both maybe) if were basing it off the episode boo boo was introduced :) maybe Damian as ruby, Tim as misery, and maybe skull boy as dick? not sure about the others tho. or maybe Jason as Poe for shits and giggles because its a funny idea. I say ruby for Damian as ruby because in the episode everyone thought doom was just going crazy except for ruby, misery as Tim just because it fit every fic I remember reading, him just always being tired, and having bad luck. amd misery always just made such funny claims that I think a sleep deprived Tim would make. poe as Jason because he just reads a lot of books, and Dick as skull boy because with his outgoing personality it seemed kinda fitting to me. I don't know who Mr white and Mr white would be. maybe kitty and jonny? not sure who else would fit the roll as best as they do butt yeah, that's all my brain has got and I juat rlly wanted to get this outta my head. also hope I see more ruby gloom fans I have rewatched that show at least 5 not including how much I replayed the DVD when I was a kid :) watch it its on tubi tv and u juat nees to give them ur email!!!! rereading this it is genuinely so confusing with the crossover and especially if you dont know ruby gloom but I need to get my rambles out of my head before I combust. will draw this later probably :)

[lexa-griffins]

Madi loves it when her mommies read her bedtime stories at night before she falls asleep. When Lexa is pregnant with Saige, Madi asks if she can read bedtime stories to her baby sister in her mommy's tummy 🥺

Oh my goodness yes!! 🥹

As a book lover, Lexa kinda went ham on the kids' book shopping back when she was pregnant with Madi so that little girl has a bunch of books to choose from for bedtime and Lexa adores the sweet little stories while Clarke gushes about the adorable illustrations.

Madi finds a few to be her favorite and will try to memorize the words the best she can with her mommas' help. Its cute reading a book to her and have her finish the sentences because she already know the lines, and Lexa actually teaches Madi to read a little earlier than most by doing this, sometimes falling asleep mid-sentence. And to incentive their energetic little toddler to sleep when she says she's not tired, Clarke will take Madi's hand and rest it on Lexa's tummy where the baby is still kicking and awake "your baby sister wont go to sleep unless you sleep too sweetheart, dont you want to show the baby how to be a big girl and sleep on time?". Madi eyes will widen and she'll nod very fast, getting cozier underneath the comforter and asking Lexa if she can read another smaller book to help her little sister fall asleep, not that Madi needs it.

One day she comes down the stairs with her favorite book in hand - The Tale of Peter Rabbit of course - and tells mommy that today she will be the one reading the bedtime story, she even tells Lexa to go and lay down because she wants to be sure her baby sister is comfortable inside her tummy so she can fall asleep to Madi's reading. She ends up making up half of the story and needing constant help to read the words she knows but she does it in the cutest voice, all hushed and sweet, talking directly to Lexa's tummy while she lays on the couch against Clarke. To their shock tho, Saige really does seem to fall asleep to Madi's reading but so does Madi who is still halfway through the book, heavy eyes already closing as the words trail off. Clarke picks her up and kisses her head, angling her in her arms so she can kiss Lexa's bump and so Lexa can kiss her head before she takes her to her bed and tucks her in already asleep.

The tradition continues when Saige is born, just a little wide eyes newborn staring at her big sister with shinning eyes as she reads her the exact same book, making sure to show her all the drawings and follow along with her finger where she is reading so Saige knows where to look.

Years later Madi will joke thats shes the reason Saige is such a storyteller and in the children's book Saige publishes, with illustrations so similar to Beatrix Potter's, there's a little dedication at the start:

For my big sister Madi, thank you for always reading me to sleep.

Below, a sweet picture Clarke captured all those years ago of Lexa in her hospital room, little Saige only a few hours old in her arms as Madi sat on her lap with Peter Rabbit opened in her hands, so clearly engrossed in her story telling.

Back on the farm, Madi, Lexa and Clarke are bawling their eyes out at the dedication 🥹

[twodimecastle]

fifty bucks & six months.

spencer reid x gender neutral reader new relationship, secret keeping nonsense, 4.5k words, ao3 a/n; turns out i love writing texting fic but tumblr destroys the formatting rip

zero months.

You smile conspiratorially, extending a pinkie towards Spencer and he gives you a skeptical look.

“You know the odds of being found out immediately are-” he starts, but you cut him off.

“Astronomical, I know. I know. But don’t you think it’ll be fun to see how long we can push it?” you wheedle, not caring that your voice sounds more like begging than is strictly dignified because seeing the way Spencer’s nose crinkles in amusement at your heavy handed persuasion is too adorable to pass up. You scoot closer on the couch, tapping the end of his nose with your pinkie finger, letting him catch your hand between his as you continue “I think we’ve got a good shot at hiding it for a little while. It would be like a game.”

Spencer draws your captive hand to his lips, brushing them across your knuckles and watching fondly as you forge ahead in your campaign to persuade him, enjoying the show and the attention too much to tell you he’s already on board. Your eyes are shining with the prospect of the caper, and you’ve made no move to take your hand back from him, and Spencer’s pretty sure he’d be more than happy to sit with you in this moment forever. “I mean-” you go on, gesturing animatedly with your free hand, “you’re like-a really good liar when you want to be. And everyone else always forgets how good you are at it.”

He snorts at that and the sound makes you light up, eyes tracking the arch of his brows, the warmth in his soft brown eyes, memorising the way he looks like this; utterly unbothered, completely at ease. It might be your favourite version of him, but that race has always been a tight one with no clear winner in sight. You have lots of favourite versions of Spencer. Twisting your hand in his, you tangle your fingers together, savouring the way you feel his thumb glide delicately along your skin and the unhidden joy in his face at the simple show of affection.

Time to play your trump card.

“$50 says we can hide it from the whole group for at least six months. If everyone figures it out before then, you win. But if not everyone has worked it out by then, I win.”

The mischievous shine in your eyes is irresistible, and Spencer smiles, disentangling one of his hands from yours to extend his own pinky finger.

“You’re on.”

The words barely make it out of his mouth before you’re colliding with him, pressing your lips to his.

two months.

“So, how long has this whole thing been going on?” Derek’s question catches Spencer off guard, and, based on the way he can see you freeze in his peripheral vision, takes you by surprise as well. Sliding into the driver's seat of the SUV, Derek continues “I hope you didn’t think you were gonna be able to keep me in the dark for long, pretty boy. You should know better than that.”

Following mechanically after him, Spencer takes the passenger seat, trying to frame his next statement as carefully as possible as he hears your door close and the car start. “We were-going to tell you guys-” he begins uncomfortably, glancing back to you for support, but you look just as on edge as he feels. “We were just gonna-keep it to ourselves for a while-before telling Hotch and everything-” he tries again, the mounting tension levering his shoulders higher and higher with every passing moment, but then Derek just laughs, shaking his head.

“Hey, I’m happy for you, kid. For both of you.” He spares a look at you in the back seat through the rear view mirror, and you can feel the tension in your jaw relax, the furrows in your brow straightening out at the note of approval in Derek’s voice. “I’m glad you two finally figured it out,” he says, fondly, and you laugh.

“I bet Spence we could keep it from you guys at least six months,” you explain, reaching forwards through the centre console to link your pinky with Spencer’s, and the touch of your hand releases the last of the tension he had been harbouring as he covers your hand with the other one of his own. He knows Derek clocks the motion, filing it away in his mind somewhere, but he doesn’t care about the scrutiny so much right now. Not when your hand is so warm and comfortable in his.

Derek reaches for the dial on the radio and flicks through the channel, thinking about something, and as you watch, a slow mischievous smirk spreads across his face a moment later before he glances first at Spencer and then at you.

“I’ll tell you what,” he says to you, and Spencer can feel a familiar grin tugging at his own lips as he watches a plan take shape in his friend’s eyes. “I’m happy to sit on this information for a while for a cut of the winnings from whichever one of you comes out on top.” He snorts good naturedly as he continues “I have my own bet to win with Prentiss, so if you two help me win that one, I’ll cut you in too.”

“A quid pro quo of sorts,” Spencer says slowly, and he feels your fingers tighten around his, as you snort softly, and he knows instinctually you’re grinning the same way you always do when you’re winning a game. “I think we can do that.”

Derek grins, turning the music up as he nods, eyes on the road. “Then you two love birds have got yourselves a deal.”

two months and two weeks.

PG: youre not as slick as you think you are ;)

YN: ???

PG: ;))))))))) you should invest in some concealer for your work bag sweetness or tell the good doctor to pay more attention to whats visible in your work clothes

YN: oh my fucking god wait how do you even know thats how that happened

PG: im all knowing and all seeing im like the omnipotent goddess of the fbi

YN: derek blabbed

PG: he sang like a canary but also im an omnipotent goddess im also totally clued in on the whole bet situation with em so for the low low price of every single juicy detail about how this adorableness went down you can buy my silence :)

YN: im getting derek decaf coffee on all coffee runs from now on >:( traitors dont get caffeine

PG: darling sweet angel i need deets all of them like immediately

YN: >:( fine ok so. after that case down in georgia a few months ago? the weird one? with the creepy mother son thing?

PG: omg yuck pls dont remind me im here for the CUTENESS not the MURDER

YN: sorryyyyyyy anyway so spence was like being super weird about it all on the plane and whatever but he was doing that super annoying thing where he ignores it and says hes fine so everyone leaves him alone

PG: YEAH why does everyone here do that ALL THE TIME its SO annoyingggg

YN: ikr its insufferable and like super not subtle ANYWAY. spence was being weird and whatever and i just. refused to let him sulk on his own or whatever like i could tell there was something bothering him and so after work i insisted that we were gonna get like shitty diner food or whatever and watch a movie and he knows better than to say no to me

PG: smart boy

YN: so we got fries and milkshakes and then went back to his place to watch a movie and he was still like weird and silent and like brooding yknow? but whatever just figured hed talk about it when he was ready so i put on a movie and offered to make popcorn and then he was just staring at me and he looked so SAD and TIRED and i thought id done something wrong like the poor guy looked like he was gonna cry and i was panicking over fucking popcorn and then he says ‘why are you always so nice to me?’

PG: oh my god hes like if a sad victorian orphan was actually a triplicate phd holder

YN: i was SO thrown off i was like spencer. spencer were best friends. ive been forcing you to hang out with me for years now why do you THINK im being nice to you its bc i care about you asshole and then. like after another million years after letting me sweat it out over whether hes about to cry for like fucking years the asshole grabs my hand and says. i shit you not. ‘you know im in love with you, right?’ !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

PG: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YN: anyway hes my boyfriend now :’) dont tell anyone tho gotta win the bet

four months.

Lingering by the elevator, you glance around at the uncharacteristically silent office building, waiting for Spencer to leave the bullpen. The sound of his footfalls drawing nearer makes you smile and you mentally applaud yourself for suggesting the two of you remained behind after disembarking from the plane, taking advantage of the manufactured privacy to take the same car home, back to his apartment.

When he sees you waiting for him, he can’t help the soft fond smile that tugs at his face, as he reaches for your hand, sliding his fingers into yours with a gentle squeeze, the quiet of the building allowing him to indulge in the show of affection. You return the squeeze, leaning your head on his shoulder with a yawn and as he presses a fond kiss to your temple he’s rewarded by a sleepy hum of approval from you that sends a rush of quiet joy shooting through him.

“At least we won’t be sleeping in hotel beds again tonight,” you say, voice weary, and Spencer nods as he shuffles you into the elevator. The doors slide shut and the elevator starts to move and in the moment of absolute privacy, you steal a kiss, tilting your chin up to catch his lips with yours, revelling in the soft huff of surprise he lets out, even as he smiles against your mouth. Even after months, the simple act of kissing Spencer still feels new and thrilling somehow, like you can’t quite believe it’s something you’re allowed to do.

His nose brushes yours and he breathes “unless something big comes up, we get a sleep in tomorrow too,” and the way you beam at him sends his heart racing in his chest, unable to look away from the fondness shining in your eyes.

As the two of you exit the elevator and make your way through the Bureau car park, you tuck yourself against his side, wedging yourself under his arm with a happy sigh, eager to get yourself horizontal and asleep as fast as possible. Spencer brushes his lips against your temple again as the two of you close in on his car, almost free and clear of the office when a voice behind the two of you brings you up short.

“Reid?”

Spencer is reacting before his mind catches up, turning on his heel towards the sound of Hotch’s voice echoing through the parking lot, conscious of the incriminating way you’re still tucked against his side, even as his brain is rifling frantically through any possible excuses for the current circumstances.

“Hotch-” you step away from Spencer, cheeks flaming, not wanting to chance a look at him. “I-we-thought everyone else had gone home,” you trail off lamely, trying your hardest not to balk under Hotch’s ominously impassive scrutiny. A second passes, then another, and the short silence feels like months, or years even as the three of you stand locked in a stalemate.

“I take it the two of you would prefer to keep this under wraps?” He asks, finally, and it registers with Spencer, somewhat belatedly, that Hotch’s tone isn’t admonishing. It isn’t enough to dissipate the tension coiling in Spencer’s muscles just yet, but he spares a glance at you as he nods, and a moment later, Hotch gives the two of you a curt nod of his own. “I’ll tell you what,” he says, a shade of irony colouring his voice. “If you two fill out the paperwork for in-team relationships for me, I’ll keep it to myself. I understand privacy is hard to come by in our office.”

The words take a while to fully sink in, and you’re conscious that you’re standing there blinking and gaping at your boss like a bemused fish for a good few seconds before you’ve composed yourself enough to say “absolutely, sir. Of course. Thank you.”

Hotch nods again, heading towards his own car, and as he passes the two of you, a brief smile flashes across his face.

“Congratulations, you two. Get some sleep.”

four months and three weeks.

Spencer isn’t sure how late it is, but he knows you’re not asleep yet, the faint glow of your phone screen casting faint distorted shadows across his room as your free hand rests lightly on his chest. In the dark blue twilight of his room, the space feels undefined and dream like somehow, the line between his mind and his surroundings blurry or indistinct somehow, and as you huff out a near silent laugh at something on the screen in your hand, a thought rises to the surface of his thoughts like flotsam on an unwanted tide.

The more clinical part of his mind notes the autonomic response in his body, the way his heart lurches unpleasantly in his chest, heart rate rising with an influx of cortisol through his nervous system, automatically rifling through ways to control the anxiety response. Age old instinct surges forwards, starting to push his spiralling anxiety down out of sight so as not to bother you with it, but then your hand shifts infinitesimally on his chest, fingers curling in the soft fabric of his pyjama shirt, and for once his body is miles ahead of his brilliant mind, your name is leaving his lips before he’s really aware of it happening.

Your gaze flashes up from your phone at the sound of his voice, soft and hesitant, and you let the screen go dark as you set it down. You can feel Spencer’s heart hammering against his ribs under your palm, and your brows knit together in concern as you shift closer to his side, tracing gentle circles over his shirt with your fingertips, the repetitive motion intended to soothe, though you’re not sure if it’s for his benefit or yours.

“Yeah, baby?” You ask softly, working hard to keep the rising worry from your voice. After three years of friendship and almost six months of dating, you know him well enough to sense when his propensity for overthinking and catastrophizing is slipping out of his control. You can feel his chest rise as he inhales sharply, whatever he’s about to say cut off by second guessing, doing nothing to pacify your concern. “Spence? Is everything okay?” You ask again.

“This-bet-hiding our relationship-it’s-” he trails off, throat tight as he rolls onto his side, facing away from you, and smushing his face into the pillow, already wishing he hadn’t said anything. You’re the kindest person he’s ever met, but offering up this kind of raw insecurity feels like pulling teeth. Even if it’s you. Especially if it’s you. He doesn’t know if he’s ready to find out if you care about him enough to stay when his racing mind gets the better of him. The pillow muffles his voice as he says “never mind.”

You feel your own heart rate tic up in response to that, matching the wild beat of Spencer’s that you could feel under your palm only a second ago. “Baby, talk to me. What’s on your mind?”

He shakes his head, face still hidden in the pillow. “It’s stupid.”

He can feel the rush of your breath on his back as you sigh, and your voice is almost achingly patient as you say softly “it’s not stupid if it matters to you.” There’s a long pause, and you press yourself against his back, settling close and letting your hand slide over his side to rest on his chest, the heat of his skin sinking into yours even through his thin shirt. In spite of his height, he feels so small as you wrap yourself around him, drawing closer, trying to reassure him without yet knowing what he needs to be reassured of. “Spence?”

“Are you ashamed of-being with me? Is that why you want to hide it?” The words are almost whispered, the sound almost lost against his pillow and your heart sinks, plummeting faster and further than if you’d dropped it off the side of a skyscraper. You should’ve known he might worry about that, should have realised it might have felt that way. Remorse rises hot and bitter in your throat and you swallow it down, trying to steady your voice.

“Spencer. Sweetheart. No. Never. I could never be ashamed. I love you. I’m so sorry.” Your arms wrap more tightly around him and you bury your face against the crook of his neck, the tension you can feel in every inch of his body making you feel more cruel and short-sighted than you already do. “I’m sorry I didn’t realise it might feel like that. I could never be ashamed of being with you, Spence. You’re my favourite person.” He takes the kind of shaky, shallow breath that comes with trying not to cry and your heart breaks a little more as one of his hands slowly moves to cover yours where it rests against his chest, just over his heart.

As his hand rests over yours, his thumb strokes lightly along your knuckles, and he knows you know him well enough to notice the way his hand trembles, just a little, because then your hand is shifting against his, turning to clumsily tangle your fingers with his, holding tighter to him as he tries to collect himself, drawing in a deep, shuddering breath as his eyes squeeze shut. He can hear the contrition in your voice as you say softly “I’ve never really liked having people know everything about what’s going on in my life. And I love our friends but-something like this, that’s so-special? So new? I wanted to be able to keep it to just us for a while.”

“I’m sorry.” His voice comes out a little shaky, scarcely more than a whisper, and it’s more than you can take as you pull back and gently force him to roll over to face you. He’s not crying, but his eyes are glassy and you recognise the fight to keep the tears unshed in the tight set of his jaw and the hard line of his lips. Leaning on your elbow, you lift your free hand to gently smooth out the furrows of his brow, letting your fingers linger along the planes of his face.

“Why are you sorry,” you ask gently. “You don’t need to be sorry, baby. Not for talking to me about things that bother you. We can tell everyone else tomorrow, if you want? We can call off the bet. Derek will live. If he’s got a problem with it I’ll turn all his shirts into crop tops.”

He can tell the joke is a last bid attempt to make him smile, to ease his fear, and it works. In spite of the anxious weight in his chest that feels like it’s pressing him into the mattress, Spencer laughs weakly, meeting your eyes, and he watches as a relieved smile breaks across your face, releasing your lower lip from where you’d trapped it worriedly between your teeth. The unmitigated affection that floods into your eyes renders him momentarily breathless as he takes in the moment. You’re still here, still trying to take care of him. Just as kind and steadfast as ever.

“No,” he says eventually, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you down on top of him like a living weighted blanket, letting your warmth chase the bulk of the tension from his body and luxuriating in the way you curl into him, one hand sliding into his hair. “We shouldn’t call off the bet. We still have to take Emily’s money, remember?”

Your sleepy laugh is the last thing he hears before his eyes close and the feel of your body wound around his lulls him to sleep.

five months.

SR: Can I talk to you about something?

DM: you dying or something? that’s a really fuckin ominous text to recieve out of the blue

SR: I’m not dying, why would that be what you assumed? I just have a question.

DM: just a figure of speech but what’s up?

SR: It’s about your bet with Emily. What’re the terms for it?

DM: wym?

SR: What exactly did you two make the bet about? What needs to happen in order for you to win the bet?

DM: does this count as collusion?

SR: Technically yes, but calling it collusion implies a certain degree of illegality.

DM: whatever anyway the terms i made with em were that you’d make some kind of move before your birthday but she reckoned you were gonna need some kind of near death experience to do anything about your crush why?

SR: I’m just making sure I have all the information.

DM: what’s going on pretty boy? you planning something?

SR: Maybe.

DM: not a helpful answer reid is everything good?

SR: Everything’s fine. We’re just figuring some stuff out. Nothing to worry about.

DM: is there something you’re not telling me?

SR: Don’t worry about it.

five months, three weeks and six days.

In the chaos that was the scramble from the briefing room to the jet, you haven’t yet had the chance to speak to Spencer about the outcome of his most recent thesis defence panel. By the time you’ve got a moment to breathe, the jet is underway, coasting across the country towards Montana, the whole team settled in for the six hour flight. You corner him in the tiny kitchen area of the jet as he’s making a mug of mediocre coffee, fingers tapping out an absent minded rhythm on the countertop as the coffee machine whirs, clearly not paying attention to anything outside of his head.

“Hey, boy genius.” He jumps, whirling around, eyes wide with surprise, and you smile fondly. “So?” You demand, and Spencer raises an eyebrow in confusion. You snort, rolling your eyes as you elaborate. “Your defence panel. Did it go okay?”

You’re shifting your weight and fidgeting restlessly with the belt loops on your pants and as he studies you for a moment, it occurs to Spencer that you’re nervous for him over this outcome. The thought brings an almost giddy smile to his face.

“You know this isn’t my first thesis defence panel, right?” He says mildly, deliberately burying the lede, enjoying the way you scowl in irritation too much to answer your question right away, too enamoured with this display of concern on his behalf.

“Don’t be difficult, Doctor Reid. It’s still a big deal.” He just shrugs noncommittally, and you huff, swatting his arm lightly. “So did it go well?” You ask again, eyes narrowing as you try to dissect his microexpressions, trying to discern the answer he seems determined to keep from you for yourself. A few seconds later, he relents.

“I can now add degree number six to my wall.” He confirms. Getting degrees doesn’t hold the same rush of pride for him now, the accomplishment feeling somewhat less exceptional as he acquires more of them, but the way your face lights up with pride for him reminds him how special the things he’s capable of can be. You’ve always made him feel like more than the sum of his parts somehow, like something infinitely more precious than he always assumed he is.

“I fucking knew it. That’s amazing, Spence,” you say, chest warm and full with pride and love, and his almost shy smile in return is enough to make a decision for you in a split second. Your hand dips into your back pocket, drawing something out, and you carefully hide it from view in your palm as Spencer tracks the motion curiously with his eyes.

Your eyes are shining with affection and something that looks like mischief and the way you’re smiling at him is more than enough to divert his attention as you step closer, just barely noticing as you slip something into his hand. You’re dangerously, distractingly close now, and he’s conscious, if somewhat distantly, that neither of you is concealed from the rest of the team, scant meters away in the seating area of the jet. But you’re smiling and close enough for him to feel your breath on his face and suddenly your lips are on his, and even after nearly seven months of being able to touch you like this, it’s enough to make him forget everything else as he melts into the contact, savouring the warmth of your skin and the faint smell of your shampoo.

You pull back a second later, the kiss over almost as soon as it started, but it’s enough to attract attention, and you can hear a belated ‘oh SHIT’ from Emily in the main cabin of the jet. In your peripheral vision, you can see money changing hands, your friends scrambling to react, but you don’t look at them, choosing to enjoy the bemused, affectionate look on Spencer’s face as his brain catches up to the events unfolding around the two of you.

“I was tired of keeping it a secret,” you say fondly, loud enough only for him to hear. “You win.”

Blinking in confusion, he finally tears his gaze away from yours, fingers uncurling to reveal the fifty dollar bill you had pressed into his palm right before you kissed him. The penny drops and he snorts with laughter, shaking his head in half hearted indignation as his other arm loops around you, pulling you in, letting you rest your head on his shoulder, hiding your face from the rest of the team as he kisses your temple, revelling in the way you wind yourself around him in response.

“I was gonna do this in like two days. I wanted you to win,” he murmurs against your hairline, and he can feel your faint laughter.

“Too bad, baby. I’m used to getting my way,” you say, pulling back to steal another quick kiss before peeling yourself out of his arms with a wink, turning to face the onslaught of ‘care to fucking explain that’ and ‘I fucking told you so’ from the rest of your friends, tugging him with you by your joined hands.

[soft-boi-eli]

Mcyts helping a trans masc after top surgry (part 2)

Tw:swearing, mentions of surgry, softness.

Karl

This sweet ass man.

You are just laying on your bed, well sitting really, when he came in.

He had a fuck ton of balloons. And a large box.

Karl seemed like a child on christmas.

Placing the balloons down he handed you the surprisingly light box.

He was gently bouncing as he waited for you to open it.

It shocked you how it even fit in the box.

It was a huge frog bed.

You realized with a pillow you would be able to sleep in it perfectly.

"I knew it was uncomfortable sleeping like that so I got something that should make it a bit more comfortable."-karl

You loved it.

Sadly you couldnt use it till those drains were out though.

He was right though that was definitely more comfortable then laying on a bed only.

He didnt think it through though. And got sad when he wasn't able to fully cuddle you.

But he found out that he could lay on your lap and legs.

You both enjoyed it.

Also he might be a bit squeamish when it came to your chest drains but he was helpful with them.

He helped you clean them and your wounds, he was very, very gentle.

He didnt want to hurt you.

"You know it's ok to do it a little harder. It wont hurt."-(y/n)

"But I dont want to hurt you. I know this doesn't hurt."-karl.

It was sweet. But got kinda annoying sometimes when he couldnt get something off. But he never got angry or frustrated. Just kept very gentle.

I imagine that when he was cleaning your new scars, Jimmy came to see if you got his balloons and if you doing good.

You two were in the living room bowl of warm soapy water, in a large plastic bowl, and karl gently wiping off all of the crust around the scars.

You fell asleep before karl finished and karl was finishing up when jimmy came in.

"Karl. They're alseep."-jimmy

"Yeah but this needs to be cleaned. It doesn't hurt them."-karl

Jimmy and karl literally just sat there till you woke up.

You thanked jimmy for the balloons and thanked karl for helping you clean those wounds.

Karl didnt mind though. Cause this sweet heart cares for you and just wants you to feel better and feel comfortable.

Quackity

He loves you and all but dont expect him to help with the surgical sight.

He'll do everything for you except clean your wounds and drain those drains.

He loves to hug you and kept you warm.

He would stream but you were always behing the green screen so no one would see you.

"Alex. Can you get me to book I left in the living room. I feel like shit still."-(y/n)

He was very quick to get it. And I mean he bolted out got it and brought it in the span of a minute. He gave you a light kiss on the forehead, and whispered.

"Anything for you mi amoir."-quackity.

You gave him a smile.

"Simp."-(y/n)

He gasped offended and looked at you.

"Well only for you though."-quackity.

I imagine as a get well gift quackity would get you something to remind you of him when he streams.

Large duck push.

He knew that his streams could last a long time so he decided it was best if you had a snuggle buddy to help you stay in position.

If the duck got dirty he was cleaned nearly immediately by quackity.

If the duck falls off the bed quackity gently yeets it onto the bed where you can reach.

He might of gotten jealous of the duck a few times. But he seemed to get over it when you went to hugging him instead. Sadly it wasnt that easy to but still none the less you gave him hugs too.

Dont neglect you quack boi.

He needs hugs like you do.

Give them to him. These are the only times you get cuddles. Other then that he is making food, getting you comfy, and fixing your pillows and shit like that.

He is now a maid.

Not sexually though. He just cleans the house, get you things you need, and makes food.

He is helpful.

Just not with the cleaning process of your wounds. And that's fine. He keeps you comfy and that's all that matters.

Also if your cold in the middle of hot ass summer and asking for more blankets he would look at you crazy. Like what the fuck?

But you have them lightly fluttered over you.

He wants you comfy. Even if that means you looking like your boiling alive in the middle of july.

If your happy he's happy. That's how it goes

Badboyhalo

Badboyhalo?

More like dadboyhalo.

He is not going to let you do anything.

Your surgical incisions? He's cleaning them.

Your drains? He's got you.

Your getting alot of soup and smoothies. He even joins in on your so called diet so you wont get jealous about what he has.

Rat is all over you. Sensing the pain you were having and cuddling you completely. Your laps is almost always taken by rat.

Badboyhalo doesn't really care if rat gets alot of attention by you. He just wants you to be comfortable.

But sometimes he gets sad that he cant fully lay with you.

But he enjoys just sitting with you and talking through the nights you cant really sleep.

He gets you a stuffed cat, you use it mainly as a pillow and sometimes hug it when bad is streaming.

"It reminded me of you when I saw it."-bad

Your heart melted.

He loved your reactions to the little sweet gesters he did. It brought him joy to know you were able to relax and trust him at this moment and time.

You get a free swearing pass. He knows you hurt really bad at times but he lightly says language when on stream.

You understood though. He had kids watching too.

You were grumpy one day, bad took rat because of a rat cam stream. And all you wanted was to be warmed up by something else then a blanket.

You were sittinging there looking at bad as he streamed.

You could technically get up and grab rat but he my tell you not to.

So you quietly patted your lap.

Rat immediately seemed to notice and run over to you, jumping onto the bed and laying in your lap.

You felt accomplished and tired so you fell asleep.

Rat leaving made the chat confused but bad explained that you were healing from a surgery.

Chat wished you a good recovery and told bad to go and comfort you. Even though you were asleep.

He tried to explain it but the donations kept yelling at him.

So he ended stream and laid next to you and rat.

This was comfortable.

Eret

Eret, they were a whole 'nother story.

This fabulous being is like a maid service in one.

They have two outfits they wore when you were upset.

A maid outfit and a butler outfit.

You just got home, you were in pain, sitting up and swaddled in blankets and Goose was trying to smother you at this point.

Eret was streaming and you were sitting there in the background, blankets, pain, and goose exsiting.

You didnt know eret was talking about you because you were falling asleep. Eret nor you expected what their followers did.

Her door was bombarded with packages addressed to you. Decorated with words about getting well soon, that they were proud of you, even some saying you were their rolemodle.

Eret decided to have a stream of you opening them.

Let's just say alot of them were food, candies, even foreign food and drinks. Someone made you a homemade blanket in the trans colors.

Best part about that blanket, it was heated.

You were using it immediately as you were freezing.

Eret just chuckled and rubbed your shoulder as you opened them.

Needless to say they are proud of you, happy that you were one huge step closer to who you were.

All they wanted was your happiness.

Niki

She's a sweetheart.

Need I say more?

Well I will because fuck you I can.

Constant cuddles, be it only her head in your lap, it is almost always happening.

When you have to take your pain meds she is instantly on it, do you want soup or a smoothie? You cant decide? She'll make it a surprise.

If you dont live with her then you're staying with her while you are recovering. She doesn't want you alone when you are in pain.

You'll be bedridden until she thinks you're okay.

If she deems you as not fit for doing something she's on it. Drop you glasses for reading/drawing/writing/typing. You bet your ass as soon as she heard that clack and you groan she's picked it up and it's on your lap.

Also makes sure you're good with streaming.

If you say your good with it that day it's a calm stream. There is no lore happening when you're healing everyone was fine with that due to the fact that niki would have to sit out and the lore was with her as well so that couldn't happen.

Will came to visit...

Saw you, took pity, and now you're stuck with two people showering you in affection and comfort.

You saw Wilbur as a brother. And wilbur saw you as his younger brother. So he literally felt the pain when he saw you wince.

Niki thought it was cute and comforted both of you.

Anyways she saw something before your surgery and decided that you needed it.

It would make you feel better.

It made you laugh.

You regretted laughing but loved the hoodie.

It fit so well and it was beautiful, you also were thinking about buying it one day because you could.

But niki beat you to it.

Wilbur didnt stop laughing.

I mean who blames him.

You literally just Yeeted your tits. And niki got you something that said yeet right on top of it.

It worked perfectly.

Also when niki's not cuddling you zuko is.

End of story, you're seriously stuck with cuddles no matter what. Be it from an animal or a human.

Wilbur wont cuddle you more of give you head pats.

Niki normally streamed with you there with her unless lore stream.

So when the second day after your surgery, she had streamed, and you weren't there her chat started asking questions. Wondering if you were good, if something happened.

That's when you raised from your dead sleep, zuko falling off your stomach, shirtless, just to go grab some sock as your toes felt like they would fall off.

Chat seemed relived but started questioning the binder and all that.

Niki explained that you got top surgery and that you were healing still.

"He's looking like he wants to die right now. Are you sure he's fully okay?"-dono

"Yeah I'm good. Just stubbed my toe as well."-you.

Niki was quick to rush over and help you back to the bed.

"Just sit down I'll get you your water hun."-niki

She was quick to fill your bottle up and place it next to you on the table next ot the bed.

She's such a big help not matter what honestly.

She loves you and will do anything for you.

I am sorry this took so long. Just had a very unstable mental state. Also sorry if they seem oc. I'm once more not on a good mental state and have been trying to work on this.

So yeah if I dont post in a bit I'm so sorry just stressing alot. Insomnia is kicking me so hard.

My grandma broke her foot, she's all good though.

And I have taken up most things in my house as I live with both my mother and grandmother still.

But yeah I apologize for the break just gonna try to let myself get better. It might take a bit. It might be quite short I dont know. I just need to get more sleep.

Eli is very tired now. Bye.

[angabby-zzz]

ok back on this point since i think i can make an okay thread on this now....

so ive mentioned the update about angel moving schools very early into elementary. tbh i dont have any idea for where specifically he went but it wasnt a very major move ig? (like this is all in the same state and like. city 👍)

and that isnt like very important on its own ig. like he was a pretty normal kid those first 2 yrs. like hes always been quiet and kinda shy but like. hes literally just 5 years old its ok. probably did have 1 friend or person he hung around with but the bond wasnt so strong since everyone kinda just knew each other or yk

but then jonah came along. and idrk what happened but basically they moved and ines n jonah were part of his family even more than before. or something. anyway yk. new school. hes like still shy and even more so cuz hes going to a new school. but its not bad. he would have a friend in 1st grade eventually but they split up. same thing happened in 2nd grade. either cuz of switching schools or being held back. but idk it was cool he didnt totally fit in but also he was still included enough and had someone to play with

but then 3rd grade is where it got like. Bad. he had no friends. something weird was going on with his ability to stay awake and focused. which didnt help at all when he started to struggle with what they were learning in class. so idk like it was just Not his year. like yk it wasnt Super Mega Ultra bad like suddenly he cant stay up for more than a few minutes or anything but you could definitely tell smth was up. at first it was like kinda chalked up to be some kind of early bloomer thing. like some kind of shift with how much sleep he needs or smth. which like was alr. but the focus and struggling was different. he would ask his mom for help at home obvie but when she would recommend asking his teacher for help as well instead of waiting he would just nod along but like. not do that anyway whether it be cuz he was too anxious to or he just like. forgot that was an option in the moment ig. not rlly helping that he also feels like. bad about how hes doing yet cant figure out whats wrong with him [this is when his interest in drawing kinda kicks off cuz he doesnt rlly care for reading but he does want to make some kind of thing to be there for him when he needs cheering up or distraction]

anyway yeah that happens and nothings rlly improving and his teacher eventually is like yeah no hes just not showing a very good grasp on anything etc etc id recommend he repeat the grade. which is like very shocking to irene cuz she didnt think it was That bad. but anyway she takes this in2 consideration. and like she has this conversation with angel about what hes been goin thru n how he shouldve said more about it and whatever. so he finds out abt how he'll be redoing 3rd grade and hes like so sad. and like idk that happens. then irenes like also were gonna do a sleep study 2 c if like that can tell us anything

which it like. totally does and turns out hes hashtag narcoleptic. n yeah idk. except irenes too like idk. afraid to get him on any kinda meds since hes so young so they just like work on managing his sleep schedule n stuff n like figuring out ways to keep him not so distracted n everything esp for when school rolls around again

[i should also mention those symptoms from his adhd are like kinda just thought to be from his narcolepsy? like oh you cant focus in class. its cuz youre tired i bet. your hand eye coordination isnt that good. its probably cuz your brain is too tired to work properly like that. idk. like it kinda works out since hea got the less active side of adhd]

so then yeahh it does and angels like. stressed out cuz hes gotta get used to new people and like doing everything over again. but also hes gotta lock in. which is kinda hard when you think about that first bit again. but anyway yeah

the first few days are like whatever. cuz you dont rlly do any type of work anyway since its. the first few days. but idk he still doesnt talk to people that much cuz he isnt sure how to insert himself into conversations or friend groups. or when he Does try to say hi it never goes that far and he ends up sidelined by people. so he just kinda stays alone still. which is like. fine ig. like great. but like eventually he does get tired of it and hes like so sad. like it finally sets in ig. hes like alone somewhere at recess and he kinda just has a tiny crying session (which gabby happens to see but also shes busy playing with her friends and like doesnt wanna make anything awkward or make a scene so she just like leaves him be. however this bit onwards she totally does have him like under her eye. like its not rlly tht hard when you have the same class together but yk. maybe she makes a note of trying to get on his team during activities. or asking more questions about work in class when she notices him looking kinda down. idk)

so idk. maybe 2 or 3 weeks go by since the first day. and idk maybe gabby and her friends have some kind of breaking up over something? not rlly sure what but it totally does have gabby rethinking her friend choices since this seems to always happen with her. but then she like remembers like hey yk what. that quiet boy has no friends. and now i have no friends. its like worth a shot ig. like maybe itd work out better having a small group instead.

so yeah she just goes up to him and is like Um hey. whatr u drawing 🙂 and he gets all like shy about it like oh.....um ..... nothing...... idk...... and shes like oh cool. ok. can i sit here. and hes like sure.

so they both just like sit awkwardly in silence for a bit until gabbys like sooo whats ur name. and angel tells her his name. and shes like cool im gabriela. and hes like cool. and idk ig they start to talk abt stuff like Sooo umm r u new i like havent seen you around b4 (like as in b4 that year) and angels like ☹️ oh no i just like. had to redo the grade idk. im not new. been here since 1st. and gabbys like oh cool 👍 ive always gone here.

n idk what else they talk abt its like very icebreaker type stuff. but then they have to go back to class and gabbys like wanna walk w me :) and angels like sure yeah :)) n yk

pre-posting edit of sorts im like sure theres more i couldve written or whatever but im not working on this thing anymore bruh. hope i didnt make any mistakes cuz im not rereading this 😭😭😭

i think maybe gabbys problem in elementary was less of a "people didnt like her" thing and more just... she wasnt one of the most social or "popular" kids and was a pretty awkward girl even if she was kinda cheerful and nice to people. like she was just. there ig. if it werent for angel she prob wouldve just alternated best friends every year or something cuz she Could fit in with the cool people just not for that long