iris

waiting for moments to come

[humanjarvis]

₍^. .^₎⟆ well hello 👋🏾 call me iris. she/her, black, twenties. i like pop culture and daydreaming. usually a combination of the two

₍^. .^₎⟆ i'm currently writing for love and deepspace! my favorites are caleb, sylus, and zayne. requests are closed (they were never open)

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i post all my writings on tumblr! ao3 is my frenemy but you can find all my fics & some drabbles there as well

recent works

bunting (zayne, fluff)

back on the wagon (sylus, fluff)

divider from @plum98. i do not allow translations. do not plagiarize or feed my work to ai.

[humanjarvis]

i feel like caleb is notorious for taking your leftover stuff. he’ll eat after you, he’ll drink after you. if you leave a cup of juice out on the counter, he’ll down it in one go before he puts it in the dishwasher. if you throw out your body wash a bit early and there’s still some left in the bottle, he’s stealing it, finishing it off, scraping the sides clean. he’s just always there to tidy your mess, to shoulder your burden—whether it’s one you created in earnest or one he orchestrated himself. he’s spoiled you for years, making it rare for you to clean up after yourself all the way—but it’s only so he can make use of what you leave behind.

somehow this got me thinking about bottom feeder fish caleb x angelfish mc, especially in that he debases himself while exalting her. he’s doomed to the darkness, only privy to remnants of her light, etc etc. or a less pleasing metaphor: he’s a scavenger animal, mc’s the carcass. he's picking at all the parts of you he can because those fleeting moments of unbridled access are all he has—he doesn't know when, or if, the next one will come

[humanjarvis]

the pinkish sun lights your path as you trudge downstairs and toward the kitchen. 

looking too put together for six in the morning, zayne stands at the counter, sipping water and going through yesterday’s mail. 

as always, there’s majesty in his simplicity. so much that you nearly trip on the very last step, entranced by the subtle flex of his forearms. you’ve been together for months now, yes, but you’ll never get used to this view. 

his gaze is already on you before your almost-tumble. the only change is, your misstep brings a ghost of a smile to his lips. “good morning,” he greets, reaching out to steady you. but you keep stumbling past his outstretched arm. 

for a moment, he questions if you’re sleepwalking—before you fall forward and thunk your head into his chest. “morninf,” you mumble. 

wobbling from the impact, zayne recovers quickly and gently peels you off of him. “is something wrong?”

“no.” you try to dive back in, but you’re halted by an impromptu examination. he feels your forehead, checks your lymph nodes, and puts a hand over your heart. at first, you think he’s only toying with you. but when he moves to inspect your nostrils next, you cut the checkup short with a scandalized grunt. 

“are you sure you’re alright? you can hardly walk straight.” his eyes narrow slightly. “and before you say that i’m to blame, that was every bit what you asked for last night.” 

“stop,” you groan. like a magnet, the crown of your head finds its way back to his chest. “i’m fine. i saw a video of a cat headbutting its owner and thought it was cute. it’s how they show affection. i wanted to try it, but you keep getting in my way.”

repositioning yourself, you settle over his quickening heartbeat. his pectorals freeze against your forehead before finally relaxing, and he gives in with a chuckle. 

“i see. in that case, it’s only right that i return the gesture.” zayne curls one hand around your waist, bringing you impossibly closer. with his other, he cups your cheek gently, warmth from his large palm flowing into your skin. when he leans forward, you can’t help but close your eyes in anticipation. 

a force you can only compare to a heavyweight bowling ball knocks into your skull. the thunk sound echoes through the kitchen. 

suppressing a yelp, you rear backwards and try to blink the dizziness away. on the counter, the water in his glass ripples from the aftershocks. 

the human hardhat in front of you looks pleased with himself—until he sees the grimace on your face, that is. confused caution turns his pink cheeks a deeper red. “is that how cats do it?” 

“uh-huh,” you lie. “that was great. it’s just…i’m glad a brain as brilliant as yours is under such elite protection.”

he furrows his eyebrows. “what do you mean?”

rubbing the knot forming on your skin, you touch a finger to his skull. “your head is so hard.” 

[humanjarvis]

sylus x noise sensitive mc who gets anxious at the roar of his motorcycle so he scoots around town in a mint green vespa for the foreseeable future

[humanjarvis]

hello 🙂 it’s great to see so many familiar blogs after being away, i was afraid i’d come back to a wasteland lol. a few people sent asks or dms checking in—thank you and sorry if i’m slow to answer or don’t answer! nothing catastrophic happened in my life this time, but i’m trying to nurture a healthier relationship/balance with social media/writing/fandom/life/being perceived

(and for the people who asked about book progress thank you 🙂 some agents have asked to review the manuscript but each day i grow closer and closer to just self publishing it)

[humanjarvis]

zayne, caleb, and sylus as criminal profilers (criminal minds inspired 🔍)

zayne

a former child prodigy who grew up to be the youngest on the profiling team (iykyk)

unwaveringly stern and levelheaded. takes his work very seriously, despite the toll it takes on him. 

when he’s having a rough day, treats from the local bakery end up on his desk. the first time, his team members were afraid he wouldn’t eat them. now, they know whatever they give him rarely lasts an hour

has a less-than-ideal balance between work and home life. can go days without seeing his own bed. still, never forgets to feed the squirrels in his neighborhood when he’s home

has a wealth of anatomical knowledge, earning him the nickname “doc”

accompanies victims to the hospital when they have no one else. if they were intimidated by him, it all melts away as soon as they see how much he cares

has a heightened sense of justice with cases involving children. if he has permission, he sends them gifts every year

his bucket-sized milk teas can light up a room of grizzled officials

 caleb

the team’s wildcard. a mix of calculation and intuition, planning and risk-taking. 

the profile can only take him so far. when a suspect makes a bold move, he makes a bolder one. gets in trouble with the unit chief sometimes, but that’s alright. what are they going to do, fire him? good luck filling his shoes. 

theories usually end up being right. he enjoys being right. the job tires him, but man is it a rush to read someone like a book. probably because he learned to analyze behavior by watching you

keeps a notebook of everyone he’s saved and everyone he’s caught. to remind him of the good in the world and those who threaten it

secret tech whiz, but prefers being out in the field. despite the fact that he has been seriously injured multiple times

doubles as a stuntman. he’s the one taking impossible cross-building leaps to pursue a suspect, and he’s sticking the landing every time

when an interrogation’s going nowhere, he’s the team’s secret weapon. can charm someone into a pair of handcuffs without them even realizing they’ve confessed 

sylus

if you can’t beat him, beg him to help you with a difficult case. 

he’s an infamous criminal, but the profiling team asks him to contribute his knowledge to an investigation. he complies in exchange for something, unless he has a personal vendetta against the suspect. then the opportunity to get back at them is payment enough 

following procedure is hit or miss. sometimes, there’s not an atom out of place at the crime scenes he surveys. sometimes, his goons (luke & kieran) get too rowdy and compromise crucial evidence (he’ll pay for that shattered vase, btw)

learning how to be a team player. as in, another agent inspects the house. he stands against the far wall, picking at his nails. “you did see the bomb over there, right?” he asks haphazardly.

they make it out with seconds to spare.

when he catches the suspect, he’s begrudgingly offered a permanent spot on the profiling team—he’s just too good to let go, despite his eccentricities. he refuses, of course, but offers to let the team join onychinus instead. they refuse, of course.

that’s the end of this partnership.

[humanjarvis]

back on the wagon

sylus is so pretty. 

“he’s totally changed!” you exclaim through the phone.

“uh-huh.”

“seriously, it’s fine. he doesn't even do that stuff anymore!”

“right. so the reports i’m seeing about rapid gunfire and a high-speed chase across town don’t have anything to do with him, then?” 

was it a blessing or a curse to know your best friend so well? you can just picture her mocking left eyebrow, arched within millimeters from a perfect parabola. 

conviction coats your response. “i have no reason to believe so.”

“right.” she hums skeptically. “there’s a crow protecting the car at the very front. when the other drivers get too close, it nosedives onto their windshields until they spiral in the street. any idea who could be behind that?”

holding back a scoff, you defend what’s yours. “he said he’d tone down the violence, okay? he’s lived this life for so long—you can’t expect him to change instantly. we’re taking baby steps here.” 

“please tell me what baby is into sports cars and shootouts.”

mine is! you almost answer. but you keep it to yourself. 

sylus is so cute. 

“come on. at the very least, you have to admit that he’s trying. no bombs, no fires—wouldn’t you call that an improvement from before?” you sigh. sylus is so noble. “sounds like growth to me.”

“one of the cars chasing him just crashed into the median barrier. the screen went black,” she narrates flatly. 

“well, they were probably getting too close to injuring civilians, and he put a stop to it.” he always does. “he hates when the innocent are collateral, you know. he told me that last week.” 

her voice, shrill and incredulous, crackles over the line. “last week? i thought you two were still on  break last week. you know, until he swore to stop dragging you into his markedly less-than-legal schemes.”

“he took me to dinner,” you sigh dreamily. “and he bought me an apology necklace.” sylus is so kind. 

for a second, she’s quiet. “and you just accepted tha—”

buzz! buzz!

“can you hang on a second?” you rush, trying to mask your excitement. “i’m getting another call.”

“mm-hmm, go ahead. i’m taking bets on how much of the city will be left when you get back.” 

in one ear, out the other. as you greet the new caller, all you can focus on is that rich, baritone voice flooding your senses once again. 

“sweetie?” sylus says. you hear the faint squeak of overworked tires in the background. a squeak, not a squeal, you note, warmth fluttering in your heart.

he must be going the speed limit. 

 “i’ll be home soon,” he continues, “but i wanted to pick up a gift for you on the way. you still like lilies, right?”

“mm-hmm!” you chirp. “they’re my favorite.” oh, how he spoils you. 

“i thought so,” he chuckles lightly, the sound soaring over flurries of piercing, thunderous cracks. the final round is the loudest, and then, they stop altogether. “get a vase ready, then. i’ll see you soon.”

“see you soon,” you echo, missing him already. 

when you hang up, you redial your friend’s number. “hey, you still there?”

“yup,” she answers, popping the p. “the news feed cut back on. the car in front just drove through a flower stall.” 

for the first time since the last time, your blood runs cold. “was anyone hurt?”

“no. the reporters said it’s conveniently closed today.”

“oh, well…that’s a relief.” with a hand to your chest and a grin on your lips, you imagine the bouquet of semi-charred lilies you'll see when he gets home. you’ll find the beauty in their imperfections, just like you do with sylus. 

sylus, you think, drifting into space again.

sylus is so pretty. 

[humanjarvis]

hello!! just popping in to say this blog turns a year old today, and i’ve officially been writing creatively for a year!! a huge thank you to everyone who’s ever taken the time to read something of mine or interacted with me on here—i’ve loved getting to know you all 🫂

i started writing while i was bored during a snowstorm. silly caleb headcanons cause i had overwhelming feelings for that odd collection of pixels and had to get them out somehow. and now i’ve written 100k+ words, 90k of them for a novel i never thought i’d come anywhere close to writing 😵‍💫😵‍💫

so thank you! again. this is the hobby i’ve stuck with for the longest time actually. sidenote i know i’ve been holding some asks captive since january i am so sorry. i’d like to try to be more active on here as i make some final tweaks to my book and start begging people to sign me 🙃

(thankyouthankyouthankyou times a billion)

[humanjarvis]

cold brew

cw: reader gives zayne a love potion cookie

a dash of vanilla, a pinch of ginger, chunks of milk chocolate, a handful of rose petals, and a tablespoon of raw honey. 

you infuse the batter with a simple love potion: benign to the unaffected, but designed to make people who are fond of the baker confess their feelings. 

as you stir the fragrant mixture, you recall zayne's personal preferences. 

a cup of raw honey. 

plus a little more. 

you can worry about his sugar intake when you’re finally together. 

in the six months you’ve been working akso’s front desk, you’ve seen a lot: emergencies, miracles, tragedies. but your favorite? the one you see almost every day, the one whose steps make your heart race, the one who comes in a package of height and health and hotness, is none other than dr. li. 

it started with small talk. he prefers to be acquainted with everyone he works with—for hospital security and staff morale, he says. but he never seems to go out of his way to talk with the other non-medical personnel. 

he swings by to see you nearly every shift, usually after a particularly grueling surgery. if he misses you because you’re on your lunch break, he leaves a single piece of candy on your desk. when you finally asked him about it, he blamed it on “the hospital fairies.”

you thought he was more science-driven than that.

you aren’t one to assume, but you can’t help but have a hunch. maybe, just this once, the person you like likes you back? when you were younger, you wouldn’t have let yourself believe it. now, you aren’t sure if it’s the growing number of years you’ve been on this earth, or the fact that if you fumbled a hot, sweet, funny, cute doctor, you’d quite literally never forgive yourself. 

it can’t hurt to try. but he’s good at concealing his feelings—even in the most hopeless of meetings, he barely even cracks a smirk. on top of that, he’s much more valuable to the hospital than you. if anything happened, then didn’t work out, you’d be the one on the chopping block. 

all week, between soft smiles and softer words exchanged, you’ve been brainstorming ways to find out how he feels. 

on the kitchen counter, the thick batter gurgles a bit. 

to reiterate: you are not a doctor, or a psychologist. not a communicator, either, aside from asking patients about insurance. so, yeah, this is the best you’ve got. 

***

the next morning, you arrive to a lively akso, the cardiac ward decked out in red and pink paper hearts. the other receptionists are more festive than you this year, but your tunnel vision is for good reason. while your colleagues rush toward your tub of cookies, giving hugs and high-pitched thank-yous, your focus is locked on zayne. he’s relatively free this morning, to your delight, and hovering around the front desk. 

when the swarm of coworkers dissipates, he makes a beeline for…well, you’re not sure if it’s for you or the cookies. but you suppose they’ll help you figure that out. 

“happy valentine’s day, dr. li! i know how much you like sweets, so i saved you the biggest one.” you brandish a large, carefully wrapped cookie, holding your breath while he accepts it. 

please think the rose petals are sprinkles, please think the rose petals are sprinkles, please think the rose petals are sprinkles…

zayne examines your gift thoughtfully. “that’s very kind of you. i hope these didn’t take too long to bake.”

“not at all!” they took twice as long to solidify because of all the honey, but maybe it’ll be worth it. 

he brings the cookie to his mouth, and you feel your palms begin to sweat. even as he chews, his face is neutral. 

“it’s very good,” he says finally, and you almost collapse with relief. “and familiar, somehow. ginger, vanilla…”

your heart liquifies and drains into your stomach. you suppose this is the best place for something like that to happen. and the best person for it to happen in front of, if he doesn't have you removed from the premises before he can treat you. 

“rose, honey, milk chocolate,” he finishes.

“you…have good tastebuds,” you say weakly. should you start packing your things now, or at the end of the day?

his lips curl slightly, and mischief swirls in his hazel eyes. “i took herbal medicine in college, and this was a…unique concoction. of course, i recognized the ingredients.” he somehow elegantly stuffs the rest of the cookie into his mouth. by the time he starts speaking again, you’re still quivering. “i think the original recipe calls for a little less sweetness, though. the flavor should be more similar to this.” he pulls out a heart-shaped box from the pocket of his lab coat. 

is…this…?

he’s a cardiac surgeon. surely he owns a lot of heart-shaped things. and it’s valentine’s day, and he usually has candy, so it would make sense if he had just found some at the store and brought it with him. you do that too, sometimes. those orange cream chocolates are the be—

the box inches closer. by the time you realize he’s giving it to you, it almost passes through your shaking hands—until his free palm comes up to steady your grip. 

“why don't you sample these so you can get an idea? then, perhaps we could discuss the proper measurements over dinner?”

[humanjarvis]

cold brew

cw: reader gives zayne a love potion cookie

a dash of vanilla, a pinch of ginger, chunks of milk chocolate, a handful of rose petals, and a tablespoon of raw honey. 

you infuse the batter with a simple love potion: benign to the unaffected, but designed to make people who are fond of the baker confess their feelings. 

as you stir the fragrant mixture, you recall zayne's personal preferences. 

a cup of raw honey. 

plus a little more. 

you can worry about his sugar intake when you’re finally together. 

in the six months you’ve been working akso’s front desk, you’ve seen a lot: emergencies, miracles, tragedies. but your favorite? the one you see almost every day, the one whose steps make your heart race, the one who comes in a package of height and health and hotness, is none other than dr. li. 

it started with small talk. he prefers to be acquainted with everyone he works with—for hospital security and staff morale, he says. but he never seems to go out of his way to talk with the other non-medical personnel. 

he swings by to see you nearly every shift, usually after a particularly grueling surgery. if he misses you because you’re on your lunch break, he leaves a single piece of candy on your desk. when you finally asked him about it, he blamed it on “the hospital fairies.”

you thought he was more science-driven than that.

you aren’t one to assume, but you can’t help but have a hunch. maybe, just this once, the person you like likes you back? when you were younger, you wouldn’t have let yourself believe it. now, you aren’t sure if it’s the growing number of years you’ve been on this earth, or the fact that if you fumbled a hot, sweet, funny, cute doctor, you’d quite literally never forgive yourself. 

it can’t hurt to try. but he’s good at concealing his feelings—even in the most hopeless of meetings, he barely even cracks a smirk. on top of that, he’s much more valuable to the hospital than you. if anything happened, then didn’t work out, you’d be the one on the chopping block. 

all week, between soft smiles and softer words exchanged, you’ve been brainstorming ways to find out how he feels. 

on the kitchen counter, the thick batter gurgles a bit. 

to reiterate: you are not a doctor, or a psychologist. not a communicator, either, aside from asking patients about insurance. so, yeah, this is the best you’ve got. 

***

the next morning, you arrive to a lively akso, the cardiac ward decked out in red and pink paper hearts. the other receptionists are more festive than you this year, but your tunnel vision is for good reason. while your colleagues rush toward your tub of cookies, giving hugs and high-pitched thank-yous, your focus is locked on zayne. he’s relatively free this morning, to your delight, and hovering around the front desk. 

when the swarm of coworkers dissipates, he makes a beeline for…well, you’re not sure if it’s for you or the cookies. but you suppose they’ll help you figure that out. 

“happy valentine’s day, dr. li! i know how much you like sweets, so i saved you the biggest one.” you brandish a large, carefully wrapped cookie, holding your breath while he accepts it. 

please think the rose petals are sprinkles, please think the rose petals are sprinkles, please think the rose petals are sprinkles…

zayne examines your gift thoughtfully. “that’s very kind of you. i hope these didn’t take too long to bake.”

“not at all!” they took twice as long to solidify because of all the honey, but maybe it’ll be worth it. 

he brings the cookie to his mouth, and you feel your palms begin to sweat. even as he chews, his face is neutral. 

“it’s very good,” he says finally, and you almost collapse with relief. “and familiar, somehow. ginger, vanilla…”

your heart liquifies and drains into your stomach. you suppose this is the best place for something like that to happen. and the best person for it to happen in front of, if he doesn't have you removed from the premises before he can treat you. 

“rose, honey, milk chocolate,” he finishes.

“you…have good tastebuds,” you say weakly. should you start packing your things now, or at the end of the day?

his lips curl slightly, and mischief swirls in his hazel eyes. “i took herbal medicine in college, and this was a…unique concoction. of course, i recognized the ingredients.” he somehow elegantly stuffs the rest of the cookie into his mouth. by the time he starts speaking again, you’re still quivering. “i think the original recipe calls for a little less sweetness, though. the flavor should be more similar to this.” he pulls out a heart-shaped box from the pocket of his lab coat. 

is…this…?

he’s a cardiac surgeon. surely he owns a lot of heart-shaped things. and it’s valentine’s day, and he usually has candy, so it would make sense if he had just found some at the store and brought it with him. you do that too, sometimes. those orange cream chocolates are the be—

the box inches closer. by the time you realize he’s giving it to you, it almost passes through your shaking hands—until his free palm comes up to steady your grip. 

“why don't you sample these so you can get an idea? then, perhaps we could discuss the proper measurements over dinner?”

[humanjarvis]

children’s shows i think the lads LIs would’ve watched

completely spontaneous also i'm like mid gen z so excuse me if that's like a dinosaur now

wonder pets

caleb: that little plane thing they get in would’ve astounded him. also would’ve used “what’s gonna work? teamwork!” on mc

sylus: would have seen them helping animals in crisis and vowed to do the same

xavier: prefers linny and tuck but has a killer ming ming impression for some reason

little bear

zayne: perfect neurodivergent safe show

rafayel: in my head he found the art style and natural landscapes much more artistic and sophisticated than the shows where the main character is just a stick figure with crayon over it

sylus: i just feel like the animals would have calmed him. since he’s so strong as an adult in some ways he would have also been a little bear

max & ruby 

zayne: max reminded him of himself bc he didn’t talk a lot

xavier: max reminded him of himself bc his voice wasn’t very loud

caleb: didn’t care for the show that much but once made mc ruby’s pink cake with sprinkles on it because she loved it so much

little einsteins

sylus: imagine this is his introduction to music and he just fell in love. still uses vocab he learned from the show to describe songs

xavier: space

caleb: rocket

wow wow wubbzy

rafayel: rage quit the game where you play as wubbzy and go to atlantis because he kept running into the spiky things

sylus: between widget and walden he would’ve nerded the fuck OUT

caleb: similar to sylus. i think they would’ve thought widget was the coolest rabbit engineer thing ever

bubble guppies

rafayel: self explanatory 

i did not actually watch this show. but i couldn’t leave it out 

oobi

xavier and zayne. i have no explanation

zoboomafoo

sylus: i keep sticking him everywhere with animals but i truly believe he would’ve eaten this up. until he realized zoboomafoo was fake. then he would’ve been mad

caleb: i think the adventure and fun facts would’ve easily roped him in. also treated the kratt brothers as positive male role models bc he had 0

oswald

zayne: neurodivergent safe show

xavier: he likes the way he smiles

[humanjarvis]

Iris my dear friend!!! <3

Just popping in here to say hiiii and i miss you and that i hope that all is well with youuuu xoxoxo

my dearest novaaaa thank you! i’ve been doing well, hope you have too <3 i’ve just been heads down editing the 3rd draft of my book recently but tentatively finished this morning! and now i must proofread 😵‍💫

tysm for checking in ❤️❤️❤️

[humanjarvis]

“you almost mauled me to claim the window seat for yourself, and now you're not even taking advantage of it? should i demand a rematch?”  

outside the neglected window, city grids and skyscrapers shine through the night. but your eyes are fixed on the seat in front of you. the image is shaking, somehow, but you won’t discern whether it's from turbulence or your own fears. it’s not a priority right now. 

“i think i left my stove on.” 

“what?”

“before we boarded. i think i left my stove on.”

beside you, sylus raises a brow. “i’m sure you didn’t. everyone forgets things, but i’ve never known you to be careless, sweetie.”

trembling hands chafe your thighs. “but i don’t know if i did or not. i don't remember. i should have taken a picture before i left.” 

frowning, now, he faces you fully. “all right. let’s say you did leave it on. what would happen then?”

“fire.” you swallow. “all of my stuff will burn. i won’t have a home.”

“you’ll always have a home with me.” 

it’s like you don’t hear him. “the furniture can be replaced, but…my birth certificate. all of our pictures together. and what if it spreads before they can put it out? what if it spreads, and the whole building…”

your heart batters your ribcage. when your voice cuts out, sylus pulls out his phone. 

“mephisto is in the area. i had already assigned him to…house sit for you while we were away. i’ll have him check, and if it’s on, he can turn it off with his beak. it’s surprisingly compatible with technology. he’s put in my passcode with it before.”

shivering in your sweater, you nod at him vacantly.

he pulls you into his side. “don’t worry, sweetie. problems have solutions, don’t they?”

do they? 

as you debate yourself, he raises his phone in triumph. “mephisto just sent the photo back. see? everything is turned off. you have to trust yourself, kitten.”

sylus says it’s okay. you trust sylus. you love sylus. and sylus says it’s okay.

just as the warmth of reassurance flickers inside you, something rattles the cabin. this time, it’s turbulence for sure.

protected by loving hands, your head begins to spin. 

was that a sign you were wrong? was mephisto too far away to capture the stove light, still flashing in warning? 

you bite your lip. “can i see it again?”

immediately, sylus catches the renewed quiver in your voice. his eyes narrow. “why?”

“just…so i can be sure,” you whisper. 

“something tells me that even if i show you again, you still won’t be sure. you might end up staring at my phone for the rest of our flight.”

he’s always been perceptive. sometimes, a bit too much.

“but—”

“we’re passing over the ocean now. isn’t it magnificent?”

on instinct, your head whips to the side. he isn't wrong. even in the dark, the water shimmers and ripples. 

after a moment of admiration, you face forward again. “yes, but—”

“ah-ah. you need to fully appreciate its beauty. we won’t be able to see it like this forever,” he murmurs. “while we can, why don’t you keep looking?”

squirming slightly, you force your gaze back out the window, discomfort creeping up your body. 

but as the minutes pass, your heartbeat slows, and your hands steady. the noise begins to fade. 

did you leave your stove on? you don’t think you did, but you’re not really sure. but somehow, the thought isn’t as immobilizing as it was before.

you’ll always have a home with sylus. 

[humanjarvis]

burnt out baby zayne with test anxiety causing a snow day at school bc he was so tired he fell asleep mid study session 💔 he successfully gets the test postponed but he feels so guilty after that he misses a few questions on purpose 💔 he somehow lands exactly at an 89.5 which the teacher rounds up to an A cause no matter how bad the ice is you’ll never catch him slipping iktr

[humanjarvis]

Ngl whenever my brain is getting to me I just binge ur mental health masterlist n it helps a bunch

yayyy thank you i’m so happy to hear <3 i hope you’re feeling better!! sending stress relief

[humanjarvis]

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[humanjarvis]

burnt out baby zayne with test anxiety causing a snow day at school bc he was so tired he fell asleep mid study session 💔 he successfully gets the test postponed but he feels so guilty after that he misses a few questions on purpose 💔 he somehow lands exactly at an 89.5 which the teacher rounds up to an A cause no matter how bad the ice is you’ll never catch him slipping iktr