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“Dysfunctional” Jay (Okja) X GN! Reader with Tics
Tics: a compulsive, repetitive sound or movement that are involuntary and difficult to control.
Jay has been on a mission with the ALF for about two weeks, calling you every chance he gets. Which unfortunately isn’t much. He hasn’t been telling you much about the missions he’s on other than a good thing here and a messed up plan there. Your imagination fills in the rest of the pieces to a very dangerous puzzle, it stresses you beyond belief.
Before he left, your tics were pretty controlled, being on a new medication to trial, your attacks have been at an all time low. Once he was gone, the security of knowing he was okay went with him. This added fear of the unknown and what could happen to him was making your tics skyrocket. Unfortunately your job isn’t too happy with this spike in tic activity.
“Hello, *tic* welcome to y/j/h how can, *tic*, can I, *tic*, can I help you today?” You tried to get the sentence out without letting your tics interrupt you much. But you could tell the damage had already began. Even with the “I have Tourette’s” badge you wore, the customer got annoyed with your eye rolling and noise making.
“Can I get a functional employee please? Preferably one that doesn’t disrespect me.”
This had happened on so many occasions that you were completely ready to quit your job. Technically, with Jay’s job you didn’t have to work. Not only was it emotionally rewarding, it was financially as well. But you would feel bad having him pay for everything for you and him. You keep trying to push through without having the comfort of crawling into bed with Jay and telling him all the horrible things people say on the daily. For now, the phone calls every chance he got had to be enough.
You kicked your shoes off at the bottom of the stairs and dragged yourself to your room, ready to hopefully end this day with the sound of Jay’s voice. You laid in bed and grabbed your phone out of your bag, throwing it to the ground. Finding his contact, you clicked it and waited as the phone rang.
It rang for a bit and eventually stopped, he didn’t answer. ‘Maybe he’s just busy? Don’t jump to conclusions…’ you thought, attempting to comfort yourself. You tried again, listening to the annoying ringing of the phone.
Your mind was jumping from thought to thought as a tic almost made you throw your phone. You could feel the electric feeling just before a tic attack. The stress of everyday work and now Jay not answering or texting you all day was getting to you.
Your eyes were twitching, tics were starting to go off every few seconds, making it harder and harder to stay still and hold your phone. You placed it down and tried to find your stuffed animal to hold so you don’t harm yourself.
“Hello? Y/n?”
Finally.
Tics still going off, you were now in the middle of a tic attack when Jay answered the phone.
“Jay! *tic* You *tic* *tic* answered! I *tic* missed you.” You tried to talk but Jay could tell how tired and in pain you were just hearing your voice.
“Baby, it’s okay, I’m sorry I didn’t answer earlier, we were really busy but we’re done now. I have the rest of the day to talk to you.”
You tried to answer him but your tics were starting to hurt, making you tear up.
“I *tic* hate this *tic*.”
“I know, do you have your stuffed animal?” Jay tried to comfort you, but being thousands of miles away was hard when all he wanted to do was cuddle you.
“I *tic* I do,” you pulled your plushie closer to you and held on to it tighter.
Jay was about to say something else when a knock came at his hotel door. He quickly got up and muted his phone. Answering the door, it was another ALF member, just asking if he wanted to join them for a meal.
You were wondering why he went silent, you got a little anxious, “Jay? *tic* What *tic* happened?”
He unmuted himself when the member went away, “Nothing love, everything’s fine. Another member knocked on my door, but everyone okay.”
Your tics started to calm down after about thirty minutes of constant one after another. Jay whispered sweet nothings into the phone, reminding you that he loved you and that it would be over soon.
Finally after about an hour attack, you were completely out of energy.
“Jay?” You whispered, he’d been quiet for a minute.
“Yes, baby? Are you okay?” He perked up when he heard you speak without interruption.
“I’m better now, I’m so tired. I wanted to tell you about my day, but I guess my brain had other plans,” you joked.
Jay chuckled, “That’s okay y/n, if you want, you can still tell me. I’ll be here all night for you.”
Finally feeling a little better, you began telling Jay about all of the stress from your job, and how much you missed his presence.
“Y/N don’t listen to those people, if they can’t read and see that you can’t control it, that’s there problem, baby. There is nothing wrong with you.” His words made you tear up again, this time out of joy that you had the best boyfriend in the world.
“Are you crying baby? Don’t cry, it’s okay,” Jay was so badly worried, he contemplated flying back just to get you. But he knew he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself if anything happened to you on a mission.
You wiped your tears and fondly stared at your phone.
“I really love you Jay.”
“I love you too, Y/N.”
Headcannons:
-Jay would always be there to protect you from anyone who criticizes you for your tics. He doesn’t stand for ableism just as much as he can’t stand animal abuse.
-He’s always buying you new plushies and padding to keep you from hurting yourself during tic attacks or with violent tics.
-Jay always ignores your tics as to not trigger them, but occasionally he laughs at a weird or funny one as long as you’re laughing too!
-Always sure you never miss an appointment for new meds or checkups, he wants his love as healthy as possible.
-Constantly asks if you’re okay and if you need anything, even if he’s overseas and has to ship the item to you.
-Will love you no matter what, of course!
I’ve been wanting to write another fic, this time with a different character, though I do have more ideas for my lovely Klitzy 👀. Send me some requests if you want too! Honestly I wanna get back into writing like back in 2014 💀. Anyways hope you enjoy!
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“Timothy Klitz in a Pompompurin Fit”
Making this a new series, Paul Dano Characters in Sanrio themed outfits. Had to do my favorite quirked up white boy first. He’s such a guy. ❤️
Hidden Season
Edward Nashton wasn’t a happy kid by any means, but he was content with the roof he had over his head. Yeah he was bullied, yeah he had to help care for the babies in winter, yeah there wasn’t much food, but it was something. As an orphan, anything had to do. He dreaded his birthday as he just got one year closer to being an adult. And adults don’t get to live in orphanages.
I’ve been wanting to make a manga cover like this for a while and I FINALLY GOT AROUND TO IT. Starring the Riddler, it’s just about how he turns 18 and get kicked out of the orphanage. I have one page sketched so if you want me to finish it, I can take time to! I probably won’t continue it lol. (Also the first picture is the full without the words and the second has the title and the other words.) I found my love of drawing rats through this piece.
Klitz x gn!chronicallyill reader with hEDS
For those who don’t know: hEDS (hypermobile ehlers-danlos syndrome) is a connective tissue disorder that causes a lot of different symptoms, the most commonly known being hypermobility).
Disautonomia is a group of disorders, POTS is under the Disautonomia umbrella and it’s a disorder that causes your heart rate to increase abnormally when you sit or stand up.
Gastroparesis (paralyzed stomach/vagus nerve that controls digestion) is when you are unable to digest certain or all foods.
⚠️Warnings: none! It’s sfw!
-Klitz didn’t even know what hEDS was before meeting you, you would definitely have to teach him about your disorder so he knew how it would effect you. Even if you weren’t fond of talking about it. He was eager to help you in any way he could.
-Loves watching you perform your “party tricks” but makes sure you don’t do them often to be sure your joints don’t deteriorate much more.
-Is always the one who drives you to the ER when you have complications (dislocations, gastroparesis flares, etc.)
-Stays home from school with you when you’re too sick to go, he secretly loves to stay home and cuddle you better all day. Don’t worry, he can make up his work later.
-Helps with your mobility aids for you whenever you need. (He keeps an extra walking stick at his house in case you ever need it.)
-He can’t really cook, but whenever his mom makes food, he asks her to make it with your diet restrictions in mind. Of course, she never has an issue with that. And whenever you go out, he makes sure to choose a place that can accommodate you!
-Loves you no matter what braces, mobility aids, feeding tubes, etc. you need, he doesn’t care, he knows you need them to be as healthy as possible! (He buys you extra of things like braces when you need them! Even if he knows you hate when he spends money on you.)
-Sometimes stretches your skin, but is sure to be gentle. He thinks you’re really cool for being able to do that!
-Constantly reassures you that you can do this and that you’re strong, especially when you are in the middle of bad flare ups. Klitz is very serious about keeping you mentally healthy and happy.
-Careful not to bruise you and cares for your bruises when you get them.
-Helps you stand up slowly so you don’t pass out (disautonomia). He keeps a mini heart monitor in his room for when you stay over.
-Helps you do everything to reduce bad scarring and help your wounds heal as fast as they can, he hates that hEDS makes your body struggle to heal wounds on its own.
-Overall the best boyfriend a chronically ill person could have. He prides himself on how he cares for you.
A/N: I decided to do this prompt because I’m diagnosed with hEDS (and it’s comorbids like disautonomia) and have been dealing with a bad flare up all day. But I’ve also been traveling all day, so I decided to write this while I rest up for tomorrow’s activities! hEDS, POTS (disautonomia), Gastroparesis, and MCAS are all things that suck ass. They need to not exist but since they do, I think Klitz would be so sweet handling it.
Why do I actually wanna write a Klitz x afab!reader now…hm…maybe they adopt a cat 😭 tho idk I need ideas
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