>”Fuckkkkk i have this assignment due fuckkk i better do work when i get home”
>gets home
>does nothing
>does nothing
>does nothing
>does nothing
>”fuckkkkkk i didnt do it fuckkkk why didnt i do it fuckkk fuckkkk im a failure fuckkkkkkkk”
just overheard a guy say “hey, Braxton, I heard you were talking shit about my golf game!” in like an aggressive way and I know I live in a very wealthy very white area but I didn’t know it was that bad.
Gettys letting out this little whine, but he can’t stop it. He throws himself back over the bowl of the toilet, while Todd coos at him.
“I know, I know, baby. Just helpin’ you out, makin’ sure you’ve got everything.”
Gettys hangs there for a second, catching his breath, letting
EroEmeto is so nice when you think about how vulnerable it is
Todd holding Gettys’ hair when he pukes after drinking too much, gently wiping the film from his mouth when he sits back, eyes watering, chest heaving. Todd sliding a finger into his mouth, “you didn’t get it all up”
so perfect. So good. Got everything up, yeah?”
It makes Gettys smile, albeit weakly, and he leans his heavy head on Todd’s strong shoulder.
“Thank you. Love you so much, Teddy.”
Todd helps him up, kissing his temple. He looks so proud, and that makes it so worth it. He’d do it
i couldn’t be the pope every time someone gave me a baby to bless I couldn’t be professional I would be like AWWWW AW LOOK AT THE CUTIE AWWWWW. Also I’m not catholic.