Important! As I said before I'm a trans disaster and now use Ze/zem, please respect my pronouns <3
I still go by Alexx(ander)
SORRY FOR THE NO UPDATES
PLEASE FORGIVE ME
Also- has anyone ever heard of little space/agere?
When ever I write someone being comforted I have a tendency to infantilize them, and since I've already made John kinda childish I'm thinking of just making him a little, plus (maybe) someone else! But they're a surprise tho-
Any hate towards little space will not be tolerated, I myself am a regressor due to trauma.
Please don't sexualize it, its a healthy coping mechanism both me & now the characters in this story use. If you'd like to know more about it, theres plently of sources online- but please keep in mind that this is a coping mechanism (agere) & not a kink (age play. two different things)
Warning- hella fluff, tf ew
(Okay actual trigger warnings)
TW: MENTIONED NIGHTMARES, ALLUDING TO PAST TRUAMA, MINOR PANIC ATTACKS (?), SAD JOHN :(
Name Guide:
Arlo- Pussy Boy
Blyke- Blasty
Isen- Rat
Remi- Baby
Seraphina- Simp
John- bean
Elaine- Oranges
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DMs-
Blyke- Cherry Boy
John- HERES JOHNNY
-/|\DMs/|\-
Cherry boy: Tf john u good?
HERES JOHNNY: 'm fine
Cherry Boy: u sure? kinda sounds like ur hyperventilating
HERES JOHNNY: :(
Cherry Boy: want me to come into ur room??
"I have no clue what I'm doing," Blyke realized as he hit "send". He'd only comforted John a few times before.
HERES JOHNNY: yes pease
Blyke took note of "pease" as he prepared himself to deal with a hyperventilating child.
At one point Blyke had found various childish items in Johns room, (No, he wasn't snooping, just- not important) and Blyke being Blyke had to ask why the fuck he had them. But Johns a good liar so get rekt Blyke.
Though, when he came home earlier then expected from hanging out with Remi and Isen he found John on their couch, stuffie in hand, paci hanging out of his mouth, completely passed out.
Kinda hard to bullshit your way outta that one.
The tips of his fingers gently made contact with Johns door as he opened it.
"Hey, John..." Blyke quietly greeted him with a slightly nervous smile, mentally trying to figure out how old his roommate was.
John gently sniffled, alerting Blyke to the fact he was crying.
"H-hi Bly..." John greeted back, trying to fight back against his own slipping mental maturity.
John was no longer hyperventilating, he wasn't really hyperventilating in the first place, his breathing was just labored and a bit quick.
He was close to hyperventilating, but the idea of Blyke coming to his room was comforting and his texting him felt like a catalyst.
Because that was real.
Blyke cared enough to text him at god knows what hour and make sure he was okay.
People don't do that for monsters.
The nightmare wasn't real.
But this was.
"Can I turn on the lights...?" Blyke asked, his voice cutting through Johns thoughts. The lights were off and the two couldn't see much of anything.
He could faintly see him shake his head in the darkness.
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