#fourthgrade mid90s

[lowkeyrobin]

fourth grade from mid90s, and maybe pre-romantic relationship, first kiss maybe even, but like a one-shot or headcannons?

ooo okay I can try! ; thanks for requesting, hope you enjoy!

FOURTHGRADE ; the beginning

summary ; pre-relationship hcs w fourthgrade

warnings ; language

word count ; 400

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lowkey he gives me "everyone thought you were dating when you were just friends" vibes yk??

like you were always holding hands and cuddling and shit

fuckshit and ruben would constantly call you gay

but like you just had that physical friendship and found comfort in each other's arms

you spent like every waking moment together

like typical fanfiction trope kinda every waking moment, somehow you always ended up together even when / if you didnt plan to be

every birthday and christmas he'd get you something that you'd been wanting for ages

like he frequently goes to the mall with you to just window shop, but he notices when your eyes linger and whatnot

hes a very hyper aware person

plus you like subconsciously bring it up in conversation which gives him the extra confirmation on if you really want it or not

for every birthday you get him a bundle of flowers and make him something (if youre into making things at all, keychains, bracelets, painting etc)

he literally tells you he wants nothing

so you constantly getting him flowers and making him handmade things makes his heart melt

you made a parody of the lost boys

he was mostly behind the camera while you and the others were making professional acting careers before his eyes

minus fuckshit, hes awful at acting

he ruined it

thank god he only had like a handful of lines (that he couldnt even remember)

he got kicked out of production and claimed it was you two ganging up on him cause you wanted fourthgrade to replace him or some stupid shit

he literally forgot ab everything a week later, he was probably rlly drunk

your first kiss wasnt like planned or anything for that matter

you were chilling at the skate park (the only one in town with a bowl) eating some fast food and slushies from the gas station

fg would leave you momentarily to race around the bowl cause he was getting hyper off happiness and sugar

he sat back down after dedicating a failed kickflip to you

you said that if he made it youd kiss him, and he didnt

still you felt bad and you kissed his cheek

and then he just grabbed your face and kissed your lips

like okay bro damn

he was hiding his feelings for so long, he couldn't help it

thankfully you reciprocated cause !

[r0tandh0ney]

Skate 4 Lyfe

🗒️:This post contains links to sexually explicit videos on Twitter (x), don’t look at this post if you are under the age of 18 or uncomfortable with the material being shown.

Request from @starrboness

↳ Ray - you went to his house after skating

↳ FS - his parents are otw home but you said fuck it

↳ FOURTHGRADE - he wanted to record a different type of film

↳ Ray - fucking at a party

↳ FS - fucking in the skate store bathroom

↳ FOURTHGRADE - shaking up a storm

[sscrapedknees]

fourthgrade. 𝜗𝜚

𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨 : you and fourthgrade are at the courthouse and he won’t stop filming you ( he’s such a cutie )

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : none !

𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫 : wanted to post something so this is partially proof read ( i read like half of it and decided it was good soooo )

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 : a little fluffy fourthgrade drabble. my asks are open so feel free 2 request anything !!

You gently shove fourthgrade’s camera away from your face, swaying farther to the left so you wouldn’t be caught in frame.

The whole group had come to the courthouse to skate and you had just sat down to take a break, fourthgrade having followed you with his camcorder.

“ stop, my face is red and I look so bad right now.” You laughed, shielding your face with your hands.

Fourthgrade brought the the camera to his side with an exaggerated sigh.

“ What, you don’t wanna be in my movie?” He asked, feigning a look of hurt as he tried to fight back a smile.

He sat next to you on the concrete bench, placing a gentle hand on your knee, rubbing slow circles against your skin.

“ Of course I wanna be in your movie,” You smiled, nudging his shoulder with your own

“ I just don’t look very movie-ready right now.” You murmured, motioning to your scuffed up converse, denim jean shorts, and an old graphic tee that was so faded, the logo was barely recognizable.

“ Yeah, well I think you look cute.” He said softly, staring down at the camcorder in his hand.

It felt like a million butterflies erupted in your stomach and you attempted to hide the blush that was creeping up on your cheeks, hoping he mistakes it as your skin just being hot.

“ Aww, but you always think I’m cute.” You teased, bringing a hand up to shield your eyes from the bright California sun.

“ Yeah, guess that’s true.” He mumbled, letting a soft smile spread across his features.

Before even thinking, you turned your head, placing a soft, delicate, almost shy kiss on his cheek.

You turned your head to the left, eyes choosing to look anywhere else but him.

Ruben was doing a flip off a staircase

A couple of guys were huddled up in a half circle, skateboards under their feet, passing around a joint

None of this distracted you though.

The sole fact that he was right next to you was enough to cloud your mind.

You don’t know why he made you feel so nervous.

He just did.

The circles on your knees stilled for a moment before continuing again.

You felt him staring at the side of your head and it took everything in you to look back at him.

He had a cute, shy smile on his face.

“ I like it when you smile.” You blurted, your fingers meeting his on your knee, tracing lines and swirls on his skin.

He lifted his camcorder from his other hand, bringing it up to his face to get you in frame.

“ Wait, can you say that one more time.” He asked, chuckling softly

You rolled your eyes, facing fully towards the camera, inching up a bit closer.

“ I…” you dragged out, placing a hand on your chest, “ like it when you smile.”

You pointed at the camera, blowing a kiss toward his direction

[lowkeyrobin]

would you write a fourth grade from mid90s x reader? maybe she has like curly hair and they wash her hair in the sink together and she shows him how to style it

ouuu okay okay I can totally do this!! love the curly hair rep (as someone w pretty wavy hair of my own (but pretty low maintenance) / someone who lovesss helping my curly haired partner do his hair hehe)! ; only thing is I do only write gender neutral / they/them readers, but doesnt rlly effect thid much, didnt use much on the pronouns snd I always keep reader descriptions very neutral ; also I wanna preface i am very aware that all textured hair is totally different and not everyone does the same routine. I did some research to see what was the most common amongst those who do curly hair routines! sorry if some things only really count to certain hair types, im about to graduate from cosmetology school actually so I am learning a lot ab curly hair and how to take care of it in my own time, so any constructive criticism is welcome as long as its kind! this is honestly just the stuff i do for my boyfriends hair when i cut/color/style it so yeah!! ; tysm for requesting, hope you enjoy!!

FOURTHGRADE ; curl routine

summary ; showing fourthgrade your curl routine one evening after he gets curious why you sit in the bathroom so long after a hair wash shower

warnings ; language

word count ; 445

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it all started when he asked why you stay in the bathroom for like an hour after the shower stops running

like brother you have curly hair. it is WORK to take care of, taking care of it is literally a full time job 🫩

so you allow him to join you in the bathroom to watch (post shower and post changing into clean clothes)

hes very curious and asks sm questions its so so so adorable

he really proves hes just super curious ab it given hes more book smart than life smart

like hes colored his hair and cut it all sorts of ways, but that boy has like 2a hair he knows nothing ab the struggle

first is the detangling leave in conditioner

pretty self explanatory

its usually your first step out of the shower just to keep everything from getting frizzy and tangled later on

then comes the comb / brush just to fix your part and smooth your hair out

he watches from the toilet, looking on like a curious cat

you begin scrunching with a towel until your hair is damp

"whats that for?"

"to get out the excess water. need to put heat protectant in before i diffuse it, but stretching out my curls wont work well. theyll get all weird looking. this helps maintain the shape"

"ohhhh"

he thinks its pretty cool actually, hes never seen "scrunching" before

he watches you apply heat protectant to your damp hair

"so that just like, protects it?"

"yeah, i dont wanna fry my hair in half like you did with that fuckass box bleach"

"okay, thats mean"

you run your fingers through your hair before grabbing a curling mousse

you apply and scrunch again while he reads the back of the products youre using to figure out more info

"why are you adding more stuff?"

"thisll hold my hair in place, help it curl up nice :)"

finally diffusion time

he patiently watches while taking note of your technique, ends to base (referring to how you basically scoop your hair up / if you section your hair at all)

he asks if he can ever do your hair, especially with the way you complain ab how long it takes to do

you obviously say yes but youre gonna walk him through it

finally post diffuse, you gotta scrunch the crunch out with some hair oil

his man genuinley thought you put olive oil in your hair for a moment...

its okay he read the label wrong its all okay

you allowed him to try the scrunching out (esp cause your arms were falling asleep) and he lowkey had fun

w

[lowkeyrobin]

FOURTHGRADE ; dating hcs

warnings ; language, talk of substances, talk of like makeout stuff (not in great detail or anything but yk)

word count ; 543

requested by ; @th0tblckgrl

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guys, he isn't dumb, he just lacks common sense I swear

he excells in tech classes and art stuff

math and science will be his downfall (real tbh)

always films you doing tricks and shit

has a whole vhs worth of film of raw, unedited footage of you two skating together (mostly you) and stupid cute shit he's caught on camera

he titles it "y/n/n <3" with a red sharpie too.

dyeing his hair w him

he never switches out that bleach & pink istg

you watch his gecko for hours while he's doing homework and shit

it makes for good hangouts and stuff tho

she's just so adorable omg

he likes you on top when you're making out and shit

he loves being straddled and being able to hold you by the waist and shit

he's not super clingy or anything but he loves his hand holding and cuddles

he has acne, and if you do too, oh my lord match made in heaven

he loves tracing your scars with his infamous red sharpie and it stains your face for almost a day lmao

he likes picking at your bacne just through impulsive thoughts

"ow! Jesus christ!"

"sorry! it was ready to pop, I swear"

dude Ray loves you two together sm

he's your biggest shipper <3

fuckshit constantly teases you two

I personally hc that fourthgrade is asexual so here's context for the next one

since he's ase (and even if you are two! me too twin) you guys don't take it all that sexual, and gets a little icked when the guys make jokes about you two fucking sometimes

most the time he laughs it off but other days he's just eughhh

and you instantly turn to whoever made the joke and silently shake your head and do the 'you're dead sign' with a respectful face iykwim

he likes staring in your eyes sometimes and getting lost in them

when he's writing movie scripts for fun, he uses you as a faceclaim (along with the other boys tbh) for whatever lead there is or the leads love intrest/best friend. everytime without fail

basically just fanfiction about you two

again like fuckshit, friendship before relationship

matching belts or band shirts

if you also dye your hair fun colors, he dyes it for you

movie nights every night I swear

getting high with him in the dead of night on a friday/saturday night >>>>

hugging him from behind too 💔💔💔

I'm not like trying to infantilize him, he's just a softie for u

stealing shopping carts and bringing them back to skate locations is just a tradition

a lot of times Ray and Fuckshit are busy and they leave ruben and stevie with you so you guys are basically a little family doing fun shit

skating around town, going to the public pool, chilling inside gas stations, renting movies, trauma dumping etc

you're literally just ruben and stevies parents

the ultimate comedy group too 💀

shit, you, fourth, fuckshit and ray are actually way too funny when you're super drunk/high at parties

like you'll be in your own corner watching over ruben and stevie playing uno and start talking about testicle bombs and radioactive cum??? (based on a true story)

alr that's all I got I hope u enjoyed LOL

[lowkeyrobin]

hey!

idk if you’re still writing but if u are - and have the time - could you maybe write fourth grade or ray seeing the readers sh scars? totally understandable if not :))

ooo yeah sure! ; also I'm still active I promise haha, if I ever had to retire (which will hopefully never happen) I'd probably but a thing in my bio to detail that I'm gone temporarily/permanently ; but yeah, it's all cool, I've written ab sh plenty of times before and I'm fine with writing about it ; decided to do ray on this one cause I've given fg enough attention atm haha ; and thank you for requesting! hope you enjoy!

RAY ; don't hurt yourself again

summary ; he finds your sh scars

warnings ; language, substances, self harm & weapons (razors/scissors iykwim) used (slightly) in detail to cause physical harm

disclaimers ; pre-stevie era

word count ; 1.3k

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This hot, sunny summer day was no different than any other. Patsy Cline's Walkin' After Midnight rung in your headphones, your cassette player quietly whirring as it plays your mixtape. The summer vibe had finally hit you, inspiring you to get with the theme and listen to some more beachy/summery songs for the season.

Ray always found it funny how you had such a taste for music. He didn't get how certain music was only for certain seasons or only gave you the vibes of a certain time, but he wasn't against it. You were way better at making mixtapes than he was.

Speaking of him, you were on your way to meet him at an abandoned pool you'd found a couple months ago. It was around sunset, the heat wearing down against your back.

Trust, the pool was clean, you made sure of it. But you found it as some hole in the concrete by some unused project apartments, water just sitting stagnant inside. You pick up your pace a bit, wanting to hurry before the sun completely set.

As you arrive, you see Ray, Fuckshit, Fourthgrade, and Ruben, dressed down to their boxers as they fuck around in the water. You wave hello as they welcome you, watching as you strip down into whatever you preferred to wear in the water.

You join them as the moon illuminates the pool, the only other slight source of light being the mostly burned out street lamps.

You end up starting a little water war, with you, Ray, and Fourthgrade against Fuckshit and Ruben. It was mostly just a splash party, with lots of shouting and yelling. Said shouting and yelling earned you a noise complaint, causing police to come deal with you.

"Hey! Hands up, get out of the pool!"

As flashlights are pointed at you all, you quickly scramble out, grab your belongings, and run barefoot down the street to avoid the police. You laugh and yell to one another as you sprint down the road, adrenaline fueling you as you aren't able to feel the rocks in the road wedge into your feet.

You hide in a garden, lit up just enough so you'd be able to put your clothes on properly and be able to tie your shoes. You shove your dry clothes on over your wet ones, attempting to warm up before you begin to freeze due to the cold water soaked in your under clothing.

You notice Ray staring at you a little too long before looking away as you slide your shirt on. You brush it off, maybe thinking he was looking over at one of the other guys, and you happened to be in the way, or maybe he saw a rabbit or a squirrel run through the lawn.

You and Ray separate from Fourthgrade, Fuckshit, and Ruben, as the trio were planning to go to some 24 hour diner to eat dinner before heading home. You and Ray head the opposite way, wanting to go home as sleep slowly creeps up on you both.

Your walk home is mostly silent, warm street lamps lighting your way down the sidewalk. You slowly glide on your board next to Ray, who decides to walk. He shakes his locs out of his face to look up at you.

"Do you hurt yourself?" He asks bluntly, unable to word what he wanted to ask any differently.

"What?" You quickly look at him confused, almost shocked. "No"

"I saw scars on your arms earlier when we were in that garden," He speaks, "Those weren't cat scratches or just rush burns or some dumb shit, those were cuts. It's fine if you don't wanna talk about it, but it's not fine to bottle it up and just hurt yourself. Like, we're here for you, okay?"

You slightly shrug and look away, your foot hitting the pavement as you give yourself a little push. "I don't hurt myself anymore"

"Oh"

You hold back a light smile. "Yeah"

"When did you hurt yourself then?" He asks, almost disappointed in himself that he never caught onto it if it was in the past. "Why?"

You shrug as you give him a blunt explanation. "Long ago. They're just scars for a reason. Life got rough, and I didn't know how else to cope. I was too scared to drink or smoke like you guys, but I was somehow able to hurt myself instead."

He nods. "Sorry"

You nod, "It's cool. I was waiting for it to happen anyways. Just another consequence of my actions, but I've grown and yknow, sappy shit"

He chuckles, "Yeah, yeah."

He pulls a blunt from his pocket, like he'd pulled it from Mary Poppins' bag, considering he just randomly had it and a lighter. He lights it up, puffing it to feel a little calmer about what you'd told him. He was such an extreme empath when it came to shit like this because he knew what the bottom felt like after losing his brother. He understood but didn't know how to help, so he just listened.

The rest of the walk is fairly quiet, the smell of weed filling your noses while the sound of your board rolling on the concrete whirs in your ears.

He waves a slightly awkward goodbye as he walks up to his front porch, knowing you'd stay on the sidewalk until he actually got inside. He grabs at the screen door, pulling on it to realize it was locked. Within the Marry Poppins pockets he had, he surprisingly didn't have his housekey.

He turns back to look at you, giving you a look you knew all to well. You laugh before waving him down to you, offering up your bed for him. He jogs back down the sidewalk to catch up as you'd already drifted away, knowing he'd follow like a lost puppy.

He holds onto your hand as you trail down the neighborhood towards your house, trying to hide the fact that holding your hand was his only comfort that he knew you weren't currently hurting yourself.

You open your front door to let him inside, placing a finger over your mouth to tell him to hush as you walk toward your room. You close the door and hand him some clothes he'd be able to wear to bed, allowing him to go to the bathroom to change while you also change.

You both flop down on your bed, sitting in silence as you stare up at the ceiling covered in glow in the dark stars. A lamp illuminates the room, covering it in a warm blanket.

He turns to look at you. "Do you wanna talk about it at all? Get it off your chest?"

You shrug before answering, "Yeah. I mean, what do you wanna know?"

He shrugs in response. "What'd you use?"

"Scissors, razors, pencil sharpeners. Anything sharp, used a knife once."

"Damn" He mutters. "How often did you do it?"

"About multiple times almost every day" You answer. "I was at the bottom then"

"When was then?" He asks, "A few weeks, months, years ago?"

"Months" You answer carefully. "I'm not anywhere near depressed like that anymore, I swear"

He nods, turning on his side to look at you as you speak. "You know you can reach out for help, right? Like, we aren't gonna yell at you or something, we wanna help you, I promise"

You quickly nod. "Yeah, it's just, when you're that low, you don't think help will actually help. I was worried if I reached out, I'd just be thrown to the side or I'd be yelled at and lose everything I have left."

He nods. "Can you promise me you won't hurt yourself again?"

You smile, appreciating the thought of those words. You hold your pinkie out to him, allowing him to shake his with yours to pinkie promise on it.

"I promise"

[lowkeyrobin]

Fourth grade younger sibling reader who gets into a fight at school and basically goes straight to the skate shop because the reader needs their brother and is so upset and the gang all comfort him talking shit about the dudes that beat reader up!!

-♣️

YESYESYESYESYESYES DNNSNSS ilysm ♣️ u need to pop in my inbox more

FOURTHGRADE ; aneurysm

summary ; your older brother, a boy with little common sense, uses his final braincell for good

warnings ; language, censored racial slur, physical fighting

disclaimers ; reader & fg are siblings/sibling figures to each other (whichever you choose, it doesn't matter that much) ; reader calls fg Ryder (his real name as were gonna say) (they don't have canon names and I'm not making one up so I'm just using their actors names) ; reader is about rubens age (13/14 so like middle school ig)

track ; aneurysm, nirvana

word count ; 966

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You sprint down the sidewalk, dried blood still stained upon the top of your lip. Your throat is cold as you heave your chest up and down for air, your lungs begging you to stop running. You were in no kind of danger now, only infuriated and scared of what had happened to you.

Essentially, you got jumped while walking to your bus after school.

You ran as fast as your legs could take you, hoping that Ryder would be at Motorz with his other friends. If not, you had nowhere else to go.

You pull the front door open with much more force than needed and quickly look around as your brain pounds inside your head. Fuckshit is the first to lay eyes on you, which slightly widen as he looks you up and down.

"Damn n****! Fuck happened to you?" He asks, then turns to the corner where the two couches sit, "Yo, Fourthgrade, Y/n's looking for you"

You walk back to the corner behind the racks of shirts while Ryder's head pops up from his camera. His eyes clearly widen as he sees the blood trailing down your face, staining your grey shirt.

You look at him with crazed eyes, showing him fear and anger. He quickly stands up and stands over you as he tilts your head up to get a better look at your face, fingers resting under your chin.

"Shit, what happened?"

"I got jumped." You say with a flat tone, tossing your backpack down on the floor next to the box TV. You look back at the door, hoping not to see the kids who jumped you minutes earlier waiting for you outside. Thankfully, the coast was clear.

He drags you to the back and grabs a towel, soaking it with cool water. He hands it to you, instructing to wash off all the blood from your face while using the mirror above the sink. He leaves the room for a moment, grabbing some bandages, alcohol and cotton pads from the first-aid kit that sat next to the back door.

You toss the towel in the sink and sit on the ledge as you wait for him. You look at your left elbow, seeing it scraped and bleeding a bit from when you first hit the concrete.

He walks back in, his arms filled with first-aid supplies.

"Run that shit back, what do you mean got jumped walking to the bus?" Fuckshit says, flopping down on the couch in front of you.

You sit on the floor, your feet perched up on Fourthgrade's skateboard, sliding it side to side.

"These assholes have been picking on me for literally ever, and I made a comment in class that kinda referred to them being assholes. I was walking to the bus after school, and they just jumped me and shit." You shrug, head hung low. The bruise over your eye was becoming more apparent.

Fourthgrade shares a saddened look with the other boys, mostly Fuckshit and Ray, silently asking what he should do for you. They both shrug.

"Who- What do they look like?" The cinephiliac asks, fidgeting with the camera in his hand.

"You're not fighting a bunch of 14 year olds for me" You deadpan at him, your head tilted to the right a bit. "Forget it"

"Oh, I'm not fighting them for you" He shrugs, looking over to Ruben. "He will"

"Huh?"

"I will?"

You and Ruben quietly follow your bullies down the halls and outside the school at the end of school on Monday. You share a look while you hold Ryder's camera, keeping quiet as you spoke so they wouldn't hear you as you reach the exit doors.

"What else did they do to you?" Ruben asks, glancing at your bruised eye.

You shrug, "Y'know, subtle bullying shit. Making fun of me, talking shit about me, threatening to fight me, stuff like that"

He nods, turning as they do, catching the eyes of Ray, Fuckshit and Fourthgrade as they walk down toward the middle school, awaiting to meet up with you. Ruben shakes his head, nearly sighing.

"Why'd I fuckin' agree to this?"

You shrug again, "Your answer's as good 's mine"

You flick the camera on as he hands you his backpack, preparing to jump the three kids as the older teens follow close behind you, picking up the pace. You were still surprised that Fourthgrade, the boy who lacked common sense, came up with this whole plan. Ray definitely cleared up some confusion and deserved credit, but Fourthgrade was really the director of this film.

You look behind you at the three teens who nod, then Ruben quickly runs up to the third-wheel looking friend, pulling him in a chokehold. The other two don't notice for a moment until they hear their friend choking and gasping for air, his fingers clawing at Ruben's arm. You pull the camera up, filming as the Hispanic boy attacks the three bullies.

He releases the first from the chokehold, knowing the little ginger would run over helping his friends. The other two turn around and lunge at him as the older teens cheer him on. Ruben is able to put one kid in a headlock and use his free legs to his ability, kicking the other in the dick.

Behind the camera, you cheer him on as well, laughing as your bullies try to fight back. Surprisingly, he was really strong for some wannabe gangster fourteen year old.

"Beat his ass, bro!"

"Kick his balls again!"

"Get him, get him!"

"Go Ruben!"

You turn to look at Fourthgrade, his camera still recording. You send him a smile and mouth a thank you, which he nods in response, his lips curling into a smile as well.

"You're welcome"

[lowkeyrobin]

If your request are open could you write something about Fourthgrade from Mid 90’s with a trans man? Just like general fluff and Fourthgrade reassuring him he sees him as a man.

ooo okay yeah I can definitely try this for you!! ; sorry if this wasnt exactly as you imagined, I felt more confident writing this more like a drabble than a oneshot cause I couldn't find good ways to express what I wanted to say in that format idk 😭😭 ; ty for requesting, hope you enjoy and I did you some justice!!

FOURTHGRADE ; reassurance

summary ; drabble of how fg reassures you that he loves you for who you are, not who you used to be

warnings ; language

disclaimers ; he/him pronouns used for reader

word count ; 344

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hes such a supportive sweetie even if he doesnt completly understand what youre going through

leaves random notes around just to make sure you know hes always there for you

just littered with 'I love you' and 'my boyfriend is so handsome!!!' and 'guys look at my hot ass boyfriend'

he doesnt even swear very much or use vulgar language but he will do so if itll help you feel confident / express the emotion

he will tell you youre a sexy ass man if you need him to, just say it

dont put him on the spot though he'll get super flustered

he'll oftentimes cuddle with you before bed and just whisper sweet nothings into your ear

he'll stutter and ramble and lose focus on what hes trying to say but it's just a part of him

but he always mentions that he'll always love you, whoever you turn into and whatever you present as

he knew you before you transitioned so he understands if you get extra dysphoric over that, but he also wants to take that weight away cause he feels bad ab it

just lots of sweet and soft physical affection and words of affirmation from him

when it comes to specific situations, hes still a little unsure how to go about it

seeing you miserable and dysphoric makes him wanna cry lowkey

he'll try hyping you up and shit before giving you a little space and silence, based on how upset / spaced out you seem

he'll get you any comfort items if he can as well, if not, he'll give you his camcorder to take silly videos of him / just distract you with it

he doesn't really know how to help you in these situations, but he knows you know that he's always open to talk and he's always there to hype you up if you need it

hes a direction-based person when it comes to stuff like this, he kinda needs you to lead the way

he can use basic common sense but he cant read your mind yk