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peachyloveswriting · 1 year

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What would Vash, Wolfwood, and Knives do about sick reader? Like reader knew they had been getting sick for a few days but saying stuff like "I sneezed from the dusty sand" or "I choked on my spit. I wasn't coughing. " they keep coming up with stuff to say till they have a fever and collapse.

YES. MORE FOR KNIVES. I actually really enjoy writing for knives. He's such a complicated character to get right because he hates humans and more often than not the reader is portrayed as human. His feelings are so contradictory but I love it.

You're Only Human (After all)

SUMMARY: Vash, Wolfwood, and Naï, find out that you've been hiding a sickness from them. The outcome feels like a nightmare come true.

NOTES: Vash and knives parts are very long. There's a shit ton of angst but there's also hurt/comfort. I'd say it took me 16 hrs total from start to finish and that's partially because a huge part of Kives original part got deleted and yeah... I couldn't remember some of it. Enjoy tho lol.

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Vash

Setting up camp for the night was no easy task, getting up to gather what everyone needs to sleep comfortably while helping Meryl set up her own tent. Yours always comes last and before you can even finish Roberto is asking you to help him cook. You never stop working and seize every opportunity to stay on your feet, the restlessness that comes with stagnancy kills you. Through constantly throwing yourself into work is painful and tiring, it's been even more so than usual.

"Hey kid. Come and help with this roast."

You ignore Roberto's request, too tired to even think straight much less give a coherent thought, only curling further into the backseat of the truck. In the back of your throat has settled an itch, one that's not quite there but prominent enough to make you force down a cough. It bubbles up suddenly, making you gasp for air in-between coughs. Your throat burns in pain and tenses as it stops.

Soft foot steps pad up to the open door. Meryl peeks in at you with worry before she fixes herself right. "Uh... Sorry if I'm bothering you but could you help me with my tent again?" She clasps her hands together, eagerly waiting for your answer.

Nick watches from the outside of his own tent, gazing at your still form while his hands blindly settle the cross firmly into the sand. He doesn't decide to speak until Meryl extends a hand to tap you. "I'll do it." He offers.

Meryl turns to look at him with a disgruntled smile. "Thanks?" He scoffs. "Yup. Don't mention it. And close the door while you're at it."

Meryl looks at your limp form, not wanting to close any limbs in the door she checks just to be sure before she carefully closes the door. Just before walking away she takes one last peek inside to see if she disturbed you but you haven't moved an inch. Taking a deep breath she turns to stand beside Nick while he puts her tent together.

The night carried on and with it came Vash. To everyone else the night went on as usual but to Vash, a part of him was missing. When he looked for your tent he was sad to find that it hadn't been set up at all. This only worried the blonde further. His stomach would churn with unease the further he looked around. There was no sign on you anywhere. Just as he was about to peek around the truck, a soft finger tapped his shoulder. He turned to find Meryl gazing up at him.

"If you're looking for them..." She points to the truck. "They've been there all evening."

Hia gaze follows her pointed finger to the backseat of the truck. Offering her thanks, he rushes over to the truck and pulls open the door. You lay curled up on the farthest side away from him, your face hidden and tucked away in your arms. Face softening, Vash climbs into the empty space by your feel and closes the door behind him, ensuring privacy.

"Mayfly?" He leans over curiously, his hand slipping under your chin to lift your face into view. You grimace, your head swimming in agony and dizziness. "Are you okay?" His cries crease in concern.

Lazily, you lift a hand to swat him away. Setting your head back on your arms he lifts the back of his hand to your forehead. "You feel hot. Maybe you should get out of the car. Get some fresh air." His hand brushes over your head in a soothing manner.

"I'm fine." He smiles at your half-hearted grumble.

"If you say so..." Swiftly grabbing your shoulder, Vash scoops you up into his arms with ease and scoots to press his back to the door. He spreads his legs and leans back just enough for you to lay comfortably on his chest. You're just lethargic enough that you flop against him, no resistance whatsoever.

He stayed with you until the morning, upset when he kept waking up to you practicing choking in your sleep. Every time he raises a hand to your forehead it burns his skin. You were certainly running a fever of some kind or at the very least sick, he's never seen you so lethargic before. You've always stayed on your feet, working yourself to the brink, till' your legs won't carry you anymore. This might just be one of those spells but you never left the truck. Even when he got out to help everyone pack up you didn't move.

When everyone gathered inside the truck, you didn't move, allowing yourself to get shoved around to make room for Wolfwood and Vash. As Vash climbed in, he scowled at the priest who shoved you about as if you were some object he could just discard. Gently scooping you far enough to slide in. he laid you back down in his lap and held you close, allowing you to get some rather comfortable rest. Hours later, you woke up in a daze. The heat consuming you from head to toe is unbearable, breathing comes harshly.

You can see legs moving through the sand below you as you wake up but very quickly realize they're not yours. You begin to feel hands under each of your knees and your body pressed against another. Below you, Vash's coat flaps into view, the edges of it tugging about with each step.

You groan, dizzy from the heat and disoriented. Your head is reeling about, begging to go back to sleep and crying at the same time. Every part of you aches and your throat feels like it's been grated like fine cheese.

"You're awake!" Vash turns his head to look at you nuzzled into his shoulder. Swallowing harshly, you lift your head to glance at him. "Where are we?"

You cringe at the sound of your own voice, sounding like a decrepit frog that smokes cigarettes. It feels like you haven't drank in forever and your stomach rumbles angrily. Suddenly Vash jumps to keep you up on his back, you whine at the sudden jolt and dig your hands into the chest of his shirt. He grimaces at your painful response.

"You okay?" Forcing yourself to right yourself, you begin to wriggle in his hold. "M' fine. Put me down."

Vash's brows creased with worry. "Are you sure? You've-"

Pushing from his hold you fall into the scorching sands. Hissing in pain, you jump to your feet jostling your brain into a wave of vertigo. Your hand shoots out to find purchase while your vision grows dark. Tingles flood your body as a low dull pain pulses in your head. Two arms scoop you up into security, keeping you from falling back into the hot sands. "Whoa!"

Vash steadies you as you lean against him limply for help. "Slow down. You're not well." His hands move to your shoulders. A long drawn out couch slips from your lips. You shake away from his hole to walk towards the group, they're way ahead of you occasionally glancing back to stop and wait. "I'm fine."

You trudge forward at your own discretion and Vash follows closely behind. "Let me carry you Mayfly." A hand comes to rest at the small of your back. Beneath you, your legs shake horribly, threatening to lose your balance. It's hard just to push forward in the sand without wincing from the sore ache that settles into your bones. "I'll be fine, Vash."

The desert becomes distant, a cold covering your whole body like ice. "I'm..." The sky began to darken, blotting out the light from the suns and the sand beneath you.

"oh!" Slipping forward, Vash stretches an arm over your chest to stop your falling body from collapsing in the sand. The over exertion is obvious and your body makes it hard to deny. Vash can see it clearly, the bleary look in your eyes as he scoops your bridal style in his arms. Gazing down at you with an unreadable expression, he shakes his head. "How long has this been going on?"

You roll your head into his chest, shielding your eyes from the suns. Breathing in to speak you choke out a cough, you can hardly catch a breath in-between. When you finish, your head falls back softly. "A few weeks ago." You mumble weakly.

A frown settles upon his lips as he looks ahead at the horizon, the glare on his shades stops you from seeing his eyes. Those are always a dead give away for how he's feeling. Those shades work wonders for him.

Taking a shaky breath, you relax in Vash's arms. "Don't worry. I'll take you to a doctor. You should rest until then."

You shake your head. "Won't you get tired of carrying me?"

He looks back down at you smiling softly. The smile reaches up to his eyes, softening his gaze and wrinkling the corners of his eyes. "I will. It's okay, I'm supposed to take care of you Mayfly. Just rest." His voice is so soft he's almost whispering. It makes a heat swirl in your chest as you close your eyes.

"I'm sorry Vash."

He chuckles. "It's alright my love."

Wolfwood

Sweat beads along your forehead as you follow the giant wandering cross in front of you. Your wavering pace slows you down even more the longer you push forward. It's so far away now. When was the last time you even had water? God, you can't remember. Trudging through the sands makes the ache in your already sore leg grow worse, you can barely lift your feet from the ground.

Breathing is a labor, it burns your lungs with each breath you take, the longer you go without calling for Nick's help the more dire this starts to become. The dull ache in your head is pounding with the intensity of the suns and your body grows weaker. You regret lying to Nick before he ran out of gas, you knew them you should have said something but the situation was bad enough. You thought saying something then would only cause more worry to settle in Nick's mind and you didn't want to burden him.

Suddenly, searing hot pain blossoms on your exposed skin and sand hugs your body as it lands. Your mind is foggy and blank, you watch Nick grow smaller in the distance not even bothering to look back at you. You rasp his name but your throat doesn't allow you to call any louder than a simple talking tone. After traveling with Nick everywhere, you never thought it would end like this, laying in the sand pathetically sick because of your irrational fear and Inability to ask for help.

Suddenly, in the distance. The space between you and Nick closes in. He runs towards you, tossing the cross all about on his back. Distantly you can hear him call your name for the first time ever, he's only ever called you by silly nicknames. You don't give much care to mutter a response and sink into the sand.

Panic squeezes in Nick's chest and he drops his cross beside him to tend to you. Grabbing your shoulders he turns you over and sits you up in his lap. "C'mon. Don't fall asleep." He begs.

You cough up a laugh. The concern in his face grows even more severe with your seeming obliviousness to the situation. "I'm fine..." You want to shrug him off so bad but even moving feels like hell.

Heart pounding in his chest, Nick swallows harshly "You haven't been fine since we got stranded, have you?" The back of his hand feels freezing as he presses it to your forehead. You grimace with discomfort and whine. "I'm not stupid." Carefully, he stands with you in his arms.

As he turns to walk away you spot his cross on the ground. "Your cross..." Nick acknowledges it with a hum. His face is stern, pointedly staring straight again with his lips pressed into a thin line. "I'll get it back later. You need medical attention first."

You smile. "So you're saying you care?"

His grip on you begins to tighten. *Of course I do! Don't fucking scare me like that again." He growls.

"Sure." Sleep tugs your eyes closed, pulling at your weight the less conscious you become. Nick glares down at you, squeezing you tighter against him. He feels your body grow limp in his arms, heart dropping to his stomach.

"What did I say? Don't fall asleep." You're jostled awake with a groan. "Just let me sleep. Please."

"And if you don't wake up again?" He's become eerily nonchalant. "What then?" The edge in his voice shakes with worry, tracing the thoughts of what might unfold after your death. His chest aches at the thought of losing you and he won't say it but he's scared of losing you. "It'll kill me..."

Nick will never admit it but you do more for him then he lets on. Your company alone could last him a lifetime, your smile, it could make him happy forever. Everything about you fixes everything bad about him and he's not ready to give that up. Especially not over some silly illness. Hearing his words and understanding what he means, you coo quietly and rest your hand over his heart. Your touch quells his fraying nerves.

"I drag you down Nico." Your heart weighs heavy in your chest. "It might be better if you leave me behind."

Stomach clenching wearily, Nick grunts. "No." Venoms laces his tongue. "You idiot. I love you too much to do that." You gaze at him in surprise. "Don't look at me like that. I said what I said. You should just be quiet and conserve your energy."

Hesitant, you gaze at him for a few moments longer before letting your head rest carefully against his chest. "I'll get you help. Just hang in there."

Millions Knives

Sitting beside Naï, he plays the piano. Quietly, you watch his fingers dance over the keys as they belt out a dramatic yet familiar melody. It strikes the soul as misunderstood, you know it well. Many times has Naï played this song in your presence. You've heard everything he plays, as his words command you stay by his side under his watchful eye. Many of his followers take this as a sign of mistrust, a show that the human race will never take his attention. Naï has said to you before: "Hear me and believe my word. My trust in you is not misguided, I only wish to protect you from those who wish to harm you."

Despite hating humans, Naï knows his fair share about the ways they operate. He understands the delicacy of your body and handles it with immense measure and meticulous care. He keeps you near to prevent his followers from making a move to take your life. For him, he even strives to understand more about you, to protect you. His care for you and your well-being runs deep, although Naï doesn't quite understand why it's you he's so careful about, he understands that you make him feel something.

Naï, even in his own strange way, shows that he cares for you. He appreciates the company you keep him and he's not foreign with thanking you. Just the same your appreciation runs deep, he offers you friendship, safety, food, and a place to lay your head at night. Above all else, his friendship and company you find the most rewarding, to know so much about him is to see under his facade. Knowing that underneath all of those sharp blades, a gentle, and caring man resides. Only sparing himself to his closet confidants.

Beautifully, the keys fade into an epilogue, an ending to the story it once opened with. You find that as you watch with a smile your lungs begin to burn. A cough tries to bubble its way past your lips, it takes your breath away and chokes you on the way out. Turning away to cover your mouth, you find it hard to catch your breath and tears blur your vision. The melody that had once carried through the room now falls silent in the stead of your sputtering.

Worry tingles in Naï's chest as you gasp for air beside him, he's unsure of what to do or what this is. His knowledge might be expansive but he still has so much to learn, about sickness, potential threats, the many causes of death. His lack of awareness makes his heart quell with concern and his mind reel is fear.

"Are you alright?" His voice carries through the harmonious room. Tentatively his hand hovers over your back.

You wipe the tears from your eyes to see his angelic face clearly. "It's okay Naï, just choked on my spit."

Cautiously, he looks you over with care checking for abnormalities along your external appearance. Your eyes are dark and lightly sunken, despite noticing this fast Naï goes along with your word and nods in earnest. You feel scrutinized under his gaze, like he's judging every part of you without ever saying a word.

"Choked?" He queries. "Is this choking, dangerous?" His brows crease with worry.

"Well..." Recalling gasping for air, the onslaught of coughing as it keeps you from breathing in deep enough to catch your breath makes you choose your next words with ease. "Yes. It can be, depending on the circumstances. But it can also be prevented"

Intensely focused, Naï nods. "How can this be prevented?" His absolute attention is always divulged onto you anytime you talk, it's endearing, the way he listens to every detail. Nothing you've said has ever been forgotten by him, he remembers everything, making it a point to bring it up when useful later on. It tells you that he cares about what you have to say, knowing that makes your heart soar.

"Drinking a glass of water, or anything of likeness, then there's the heimlich. You should ask Con'rad about that if you want to understand it." Although many of the things that Naï knows about humans have been acquired through you, there are many things you can't find the energy to explain. Best someone else with more knowledge explains it to avoid any confusion.

"I'll go visit him then." Naï stands. "Come. I'll escort you to the room." Gently, you hold his outstretched hand, letting it guide you to your feet. He holds it gingerly as he pulls you alongside him. His hand is soft and warm, inhumanely so, you find comfort in his warmth.

The more time chugs along the more you begin to realize you've fallen I'll, coughing spells out of nowhere, extreme fatigue, loss of appetite. The coughing grows worse with intensity, burning your sore throat, your body wastes energy faster, and waking up in the morning becomes a difficult task. For longer times you would lay in bed seeking the comfort of your companion, Naï, despite hiding your growing illness from him. He's buying into what you told him, though it won't last for very long. If he's really that worried he'll seek the knowledge of Con'rad once again.

He knows your habits even down to the smallest details, including your sleep schedule. Though sleep is the only time he lets you spend alone, that's only in his room, the only ones allowed inside are you and him. As far as his knowledge goes, since you last went in about a day ago, no one has bothered to enter. Not even Naï himself would go to see you. He figured you only needed a little alone time before you might come out again to grace him with your company. The time rolled around for you to come out but the door never opened, Naï waited in anticipation, trying to stace off the minutes to spare you time.

The paranoia got to him before you could.

The whole time you've been inside he's only let the door out of his sight once, for only a short amount of time. Very few people would dare enter knowing what punishment would await them if he ever found out but just the thought of someone going in and hurting you... It makes his blood boil. He paces just outside with worry and frustration beginning to build just beneath the surface. He has to know you're okay, he has to hear you speak... No. No, he needs something more... He has to see you physically. Otherwise, he might just lose his mind wondering what awaits him inside.

Eager to finally see your face again, to hear your voice and feel your touch, he pushes the door open. Eyes scouring the darkness for your form he finally spots you laying still beneath the covers of his bed, you make no sound as the door closes and you stay still even as he says your name. In his chest, his heart begins to pound wildly, sending the rest of his body into a frenzy of feelings.

He rushes to the bedside, a singular blade extending to turn the lights on. The darkness cowers away at the flick of a switch and your form is revealed amongst his mattress. Almost stripped bare of your clothes you lay unmoving, almost as if the life from inside you has been drained. Chest straining, Naï climbs over top of your body lowering his head to your chest, your skin feels cold against his ear as he listens for a heartbeat.

Just underneath your delicate skin beats the rhythm of your life, it beats on even as you lay utterly still. Naï can feel his shoulders relax, the sound of your heart telling him that you're indeed still alive, but as he pulls away to further examine you he knows something's not quite right. it makes his stomach churn with unease. Your skin tone seems off, like something's not quite the same as it was before.

As softly as he can, Naï shakes your body. After the first movement he expects you to come to life with a groan but you don't move. If your heart is still beating, why won't you wake up?

"My flower, wake up. You've slept long enough. I need your company by my side." He shakes you harder this time. "Petal, wake up. I demand it." He tries to sound like he normally does when addressing everyone else but he can't seem to find it in himself to truly yell at you, to demand something of you. Especially not when you're stripped of your freedom at this moment.

Naï's throat tightens, his brows creasing with worry and fear. He's so confused, you usually wake up when he calls for you but now he's got nothing. It scares him, knowing just how fragile you really are, it aside now that he rushes you to Con'rad.

Before he parts to the lab, he envelopes your exposed body in his cloak and carries you in his arms. Nothing like this takes more than the blink of an eye, Con'rad barely even has time to process his master's sudden appearance. Everything is thrust at him at once, the fear and confusion that riddles Naï's face when he presents you to Con'rad, how he begs for him to find out what's wrong, to fix you.

Con'rad frowns at your unconscious body as he takes you from his master's arms. "Careful! Don't hurt them." Naï warns.

Con'rad can only cast him a glance before he sets you down on a table, he collects his supplies needed to check you over and watches as Naï retracts the cloak that is wrapped so tightly around your body.

To plants, a decade is only supposed to feel like a day. So why did Naï feel like it had already been years when it was only minutes. He stared at you intently, waiting for you to wake up, willing you to do something. But you didn't move at all. Naï was anxious from tip to bottom, so to quell his nerves Con'rad began explaining things to him.

"Like we discussed, humans are susceptible to many things, illness being one of them. Should a person go an extended amount of time without medication or medical attention, it can cause death. This happens to be the case with your friend. You're lucky you found them when you did Knives. I can still run this IV to get the right fluids in check. After, you can take them back to your room, the IV has to stay in until it's empty though." He eyes the bleach blond from the corner of his eyes as he tapes the IV to your arm. "Again. You're lucky. They should recover soon. But they'll need plenty of rest."

Naï steps away from the wall he had leaned on, the blades slither out from behind his back and circle you carefully until they meld into his cloak once more. Content, he carefully picks you from the table with ease, using another metal appendage to grasp the IV bag.

"Thank you." Naï bows his head to Con'rad in thanks. Before he can reply Naï is gone again just as fast as he appeared.

Returning back to the privacy of his room, Naï gently sets you at the edge of the bed where he could rest the IV bag beside you. Leaving you swaddled in his cloak, Naï climbs up the bed behind you. For a moment he's hesitant to touch you, like it's the wrong thing to do but he pushes forward. Softly laying an arm over your waist, he pulls you flush against him, his face tucked into the back of your neck. He would lay here until you woke, until then, Naï would relish in the feeling of your body against his and find comfort in your presence by his side.

He might lecture you when you wake up, or inspect you thoroughly for any other sickness, but he also might enjoy your waking company for a moment before he does anything else.

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mapofthesea · 1 year

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defenseman!taehyung x social media manager!fem!reader

hockey!au

genre: fluff, slight angst, smut

summary: The home opener of hockey season is crazy for everyone, but when star defensemen Kim Taehyung takes a specific interest in you, who are you to turn him down?

warnings: sports things, taehyung being a flirt but also very sweet, reader trying to convince herself that she isn't allowed to like him, very minor hockey related violence, swearing, small amount of alcohol consumption (no one gets drunk!), feelings admissions. Specific smut warnings: dom!tae, sub!reader, public sex, bathroom sex (they're alone in there), mirror sex, oral (m receiving), fingering (f receiving), unprotected sex (be better than them), begging, he comes on her back lol, some spit, praise, aftercare.

an: I am a whore for both hockey and bangtan, so here we are. As always this wasn’t proofread or edited so there might be typos! Also happy birthday Tae. love u so much king

The sound of fans funneling into the arena buzzes through the air, making you more than grateful for the direct feed of your coworkers’ voices in your ear.

“Team intros start in 15, do we have time for some pre-game content before that, Y/N?”

Your mind reels at the idea of subjecting yourself to the locker room so shortly before the game, but you’re nothing if not professional. The concrete halls echo with sound, the low bass of the pre-game playlist rumbling under the soles of your boots. The door to the locker room is open, allowing a direct view of the bustling bodies within it. You don’t bother to knock or warn them before you waltz in, team phone in hand, and get to work. A few players give you friendly nods while strapping pads on, but you’re largely ignored in favor of their own conversations.

There’s no time to set up a mic, or ask them to answer any questions, so you settle on taking some simple footage of them getting dressed, enjoying their pre-game hype. Despite your college degree in marketing and plenty of training from the previous social media manager, you would be lying if you said you felt confident in interacting with this impressive team.

As a fan, you know that the season opener night is always bound to be loud, stressful, and busy; but you didn’t expect to feel quite so nervous.

You open instagram, panning carefully around the fancy locker room to give the fans a look at everyone getting dressed, lacing up skates. Upon reviewing the footage you’re disappointed to see that it’s shaky, indicative of the nerves running through your veins.

“Shit.” You mutter, deleting the footage and heaving a sigh at how quickly the time is ticking down. You were probably down to less than 10 minutes before they’re due on the ice.

“Anything I can help you with?” A gentle, deep voice asks. Your heart stutters under your sweatshirt as you get the courage to turn.

Looking down at you with his pretty, intimidating eyes is Kim Taehyung, star defenseman. The skates give him another few inches on his already towering frame, and you can only imagine how scary he would be skating towards you on the ice.

You stare, mesmerized by how real he looks. A knowing smirk blooms on his face.

“...anything I can help you with?” He asks again, a teasing lilt to his voice as he crinkles his nose in an endearingly boyish way. You mentally slap yourself for falling for his charm so quickly. This is your job, for gods sake. You have no business fantasizing about how handsome the players are.

“Uh-um yeah, I need to do a quick interview with you, is that okay?” You hate the way your voice shakes, and you’re not even sure how he heard you over the ruckus of the locker room.

“Sure,” he squares his shoulders, brushing some hairs off of his forehead. “Where do you want me?”

The lilt of his voice suggests he knows the heat that just shot to your face was because of him, but you decide to pretend he wasn’t making you feel hot under the collar. “Can you just sit on that bench, there?” He follows your orders without hesitation as you stand in front of him, framing the shot as best as you can. Aware of the low amount of time on the clock, you ask the first question that comes to mind.

“How are you feeling about tonight?”

Taehyung smirks, and you can feel your heart rate speed up as he makes eye contact with you instead of the camera. “Feeling like I’ll be getting lucky tonight. Chances of scoring are looking very good.” He flashes a toothy smile and you convince yourself the tremble in your knees was just because of the cold in the arena.

“Okay…what’s your favorite pre-game ritual?” He bites his lip, looking the epitome of fuck boy, before dissolving into a fit of giggles. “Uh…um..I guess, making sure to retape my stick before every game?” He sounds unsure but you don’t have time to press the issue, aware that the other players were lining up to have a final talk with their coach before heading out. You put the phone away and nod congenitally at him for his cooperation.

“Tae!” His teammates call for him, all dressed besides their helmets, to join them in the huddle. He hauls himself up, making no effort to avoiding bumping into you as he passes. His hand catches you around the waist and he leans down subtly. “I lied, by the way. My favorite pre game ritual isn’t retaping my stick... it’s a lot more fun than that.” His proximity makes you shiver, and the pointed way he looks at your lips all but sets you alight. “Well, you’re a smart girl. See you later, yeah?” He walks away briskly, leaving you breathless in his wake.

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Pre season games had established the team at the top of the division already, but watching them in action, standing on the side by the boards and photography team, you feel electrified. As the end of the third period closes in, the arena is ablaze with the happy hum of fans observing a 5-2 win.

You take a moment to check the team’s socials, seeing that the things you added to instagram did pretty god numbers, and that one of your media team members had cross uploaded the interview you did with Taehyung to TikTok. The amount of views and comments was stunning, and you couldn’t help but feel quite accomplished at such a quickly made video doing so well. The comments take a second to load, but the top one makes your cheeks flame.

hockeygirl10: hes totally into whoever is interviewing him lol

Your mind reels as you see the rest of the comments are similar, and for a second you consider asking someone to delete the comments or take the video down altogether, but the amount of shares and views on the video makes your stomach tingle excitedly. Instead you decide to praise your media team for cross posting, knowing that making a viral clip the first night of the season will only make the whole season’s media better.

The chat opens just as the pane of glass in front of you rattles viciously; making you jump as the photographer next to you snaps a series of pictures. You look up and immediately make eye contact with a smirking Taehyung, who had just ran an opposing player into the board right in front of you. Sweat drips down his cheeks and plasters his hair to his forehead but that somehow serves to make him look hotter, and if that wasn't enough, he smirks. You suddenly feel too hot in your sweatshirt despite the arena’s chilled temperature. The man Taehyung had boarded skates away, but he lingers for a few seconds.

“Put that away!” He yells, and is gone just as you process what he said to you. Embarrassment floods your system as you realize he must have seen you glued to your phone instead of watching the game. You watch him skate away, and within seconds he’d regained the puck and was advancing on the net. The puck goes in smoothly; sliding right past the goalie before he even notices it. A buzzer sounds and the red light flashes, signaling the goal to the rowdy crowd.

Taehyung is immediately surrounded by his teammates as they celebrate, and he takes his lap around the rink as the announcer details his goal to the audience. He stops in front of you again, pounding on the glass and giving you a charmingly boxy smile that makes your stomach flip. He’s gone in a flash, having to go back to the bench now that he’d done so much work. Your heart beats much faster than it should for the situation, but you can’t help but wonder if that goal had been for you.

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The energy on the ice translates directly to the locker room after the game ends. The boys are yelling, clapping each other on the back and laughing as they lounge in more comfortable clothing. While alcohol is technically forbidden in the locker room, the coach and staff have all turned a blind eye on the account of such an amazing game, so a small table is crowded with cases of alcohol. You decide to join the spirit of the night and grab a White Claw with your co workers, celebrating both the game and the success of the media accounts.

“Hey, Y/N, did you see how well that interview is doing on TikTok?” One of your new intern asks as you’re in between sips. The comments flash through your mind as you nod.

“Yeah, I saw. Cross posting it really helped I think.” You meekly suggest. “Fuck no, girl. It was the way he was looking at you. You have to be honest...” she leans in close, as if she were giving away an industry secret to you. “Are you fucking him?” Your heart leaps into your throat as you emphatically shake your head.

“No! No, I’m professional and technically I work for him so that would be so weird...he’s just like, he’s handsome and charming and everything but he...It just feels so not allowed...so I’m ignoring it!” Her eyes widen at your outburst, and the way you ramble through your sentences makes you feel like she’s judging your stability, so you try to drive your point home. “I honestly think that Taehyung is the hottest man I’ve ever seen, and I wish I was fucking him, but I’m sure he doesn’t even like me like that so I’m gonna…pretend my feelings don’t exist.” You raise your can to her in a half hearted toast before downing the rest of it in one go.

It’s not nearly enough to even make you tipsy, but it felt so good that you immediately want another. Your intern’s face morphs into horror, and for a second you think that she’s just mortified to be working for you, but then you back up right into a hard body.

“Hey, Y/N.” Taehyung’s voice makes you recoil, but he gives you no time to recover before he spins on you and grabs your wrist in a gentle but firm grip. The simple touch alone ruins any arguments you may have had, and you allow him to weave you through a crowd and into the hallway.

“Let’s go for a walk?” His voice is surprisingly light given the brisk pace he walks at but you follow, eager to see where this would head. He takes large, sure steps until you reach the empty concourse. The food stalls and beer stands are empty; lights halfway powered down since all of the patrons had long left. Taehyung leans casually against a walkway railing, admiring the view of the city from the tall windows at the front of the building.

“Taehyung- I’m sorry if you heard any of that. It was super unprofessional of me, and-”

“Stop it, Y/N.” He cocks his head and examines you leaning on the bars next to him. “You know I’ve always thought you were the prettiest social media manager we’ve ever had? I remember the day we met you in the big conference room in the back.”

You remember the day too. It was only a few months ago but feels like ages at this point. Having passed the technical parts of the interview and successfully pitching your ideas for social media posts, the final part of the interview was simply for you to meet the players and make sure you all got along. After all, if they weren’t happy with how you presented them or their team, it would mean you being let go. Of course all of them were kind-they all knew what you were there for- but you remember that Taehyung was one of the only players who gave you a sincere handshake. As strictly business as it felt, getting a firm handshake as a woman in a sports organization dominated by men felt vindicating.

“I remember too, Taehyung. And it was really nice of you to be so welcoming to me. And that’s part of why I feel so bad that I...” you wave your hands between your bodies wildly, “feel. I’m glad to move on like this didn’t happen, and I can assign someone else to do your stuff.”

Taehyung just stares, his pretty chocolate eyes turned up in amusement. “Y/N, I just called you pretty, and you're still worried you crossed a line? I think you’re fucking gorgeous. And smart, and talented. The only line you crossed is the one into my heart.”

You can't help the laugh that bursts forward at his cheesy line, and to your delight he joins in, shaking his messy mop of curls in the process. “So...about you finding me handsome and charming...” his hands curl around your hips, bringing you into his personal space. He smells like pine and beer, and your pussy throbs at the way his thumbs stroke your back. You place your hands on his chest, delighting in the hard plane of muscle there.

“Hm, I do think those things. What are you gonna do about them?” All your past feelings of regret and doubt begin to evaporate as his face inches closer to yours, lips a millisecond from your own. You give him a subtle nod and his lips are on yours, wasting no time to shove his tongue into your mouth. Startled, you moan into him and wrap your hands around his neck. He maneuvers to press you against the hand railing easily without giving up the kiss, and a huff of a moan leaves his mouth as your bodies meld. The hot press of his body against your own leaves you panting, feeling so secured under his touch.

“Taehyung, please,” you plead, leaning your forehead against his chest to take a deep shuttering breath. “Wanna feel you.” You whimper, afraid to be heard even though everyone left in the arena is very far away. Taehyung hums, petting the hair at the back of your head.

“Can’t fuck you out here, baby. C’mon.”

You follow him blindly again, driven by nothing but the roiling lust you’re feeling for him. He leads you into the closest bathroom, and despite the fact you know you likely won’t get caught, anxiety spikes through you.

“Don’t look so scared, baby. Nobody's gonna find us, I promise.” His voice had somehow deepened since the last time he spoke, and it makes your insides melt. Taehyung recaptures your waist, guiding you back towards the ledge of the row of sinks. His fingers cup your chin, rubbing delicately underneath your bottom lip. Your heart stutters as you study the little moles on his face, the soft curls that flop over his eyebrows.

“You’re so handsome.” The words spring forward before you can stop them, and Taehyung tips his head back to laugh. Eyes sparkling, he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“You’re so pretty. And cute,” he pinches your side playfully to make you squirm, pitching you forward into his body until you can feel how hard he is under his sweatpants. His eyes roll at the contact as you slide your hands under his shirt, thankful that he only had the one layer on. He makes short work of getting his shirt off and promptly buries his head in your neck. He nips at he flesh and you know its going to bruise, but that only makes you hotter between your legs.

“Gonna make you mine, baby. Fuck that little pussy so good that you’ll never forget me, huh?” You keen under him, moaning out an affirmation as you let your hand travel over the smooth skin of his stomach. He shudders against you as your hand curls around the width of his cock through his sweatpants, teasing the head of his cock with your fingertip. It twitches under your touch and your mouth waters.

“Lemme taste you, Taehyung.” You give him no time to protest as you sink to the tiled floor in front of him. Your panties stick to you uncomfortably as you move, but you ignore the feeling in favor of working his pants down his thick thighs. They come to you in all their tanned, muscled glory; and his impressive cock stands at attention. The head is flushed a pretty pink, the prominent vein along the bottom prompting you to stick your tongue out and taste him.

Taehyung groans, hands falling to the crown of your head. “You gonna suck me off, or should I fuck your little throat?” His eyes are dark as they peer down at you, almost mirroring the intense look he gets on the ice. You press your thighs together at his words, but waste no more time to take him into your mouth. The stretch pushes your limits but you breathe through it, blinding through your tears as you sink him into your throat. Taehyung lets a constant stream of moans and curses free, fighting against his instinct to buck his hips into your mouth.

Spit escapes from your mouth as you bob your head, soaking his cock and your chin in a thick sheen. You can feel your makeup running as tears brim your eyes, and the ache in your jaw is coming through more prominently; but the way that Taehyung’s cock twitches inside of your mouth is enough reason to keep going.

“Fuck, if your throat is this fucking tight and hot, can’t imagine your pussy.” He’s practically purring as you grip at his thighs and swallow, determined to make him spill down your throat. His thighs shutter and he reels as if electrocuted, pulling out of your mouth. A long string of saliva connects your lips to the tip of his cock and you gasp. Taehyung bends to your height and loops his hands under your armpits. Before you know it, he has you bent over the sinks, staring at your wrecked reflection in the mirror. Your mascara is smeared, skin red from exertion.

“Gotta get this stuff off of you, okay?” He helps you out of your top layers clumsily, throwing the garments aside in favor of groping your tits. Taehyung practically growls as he reaches around to unbutton your jeans and work them down your hips. You bow your head in embarrassment of your own reflection when he exposes your soaked through panties. He runs his fingers over your pussy, tutting as he feels the way you shiver.

“So pretty in these ruined panties, baby.” He plans a kiss on your ass cheek before looping his fingers under the fabric and pulling it down to the ground with your jeans. He moans, immediately cupping your pussy with his calloused hand. Your head shoots up at the feeling, giving you a great view of the way he bites his lip in concentration as he teases a finger around your entrance. He meets your gaze through the mirror and smirks just the same way he had on the ice earlier. Your pussy flutters at the thought and he feels it, laughing evilly at the feeling.

“Want your fingers.” You keen as he teases a single one at your entrance. “T-two of them, please” The request punches out of you but he easily obliges, slipping both fingers in for a slow but satisfying stretch. Your whole core clenches as you feel his digits fill you, but the stretch blossoms into pleasure as soon as he begins to move them, opening up your pussy for him. Your hands scrabble across the countertop in search of support and Taehyung huffs a laugh before offering you his free hand to clutch. You know he’s likely going to have bold red scratches all down his hand and arm tomorrow, but that’s truly an issue for later. Your center throbs, a warning of an oncoming orgasm, and you eyes instinctively clench shut.

Taehyung’s hand stills inside of you and you wail, scrabbling to turn around and figure out why he had stopped. The weight of his fingers inside you is enough to keep you on edge, but you’re desperate for him to finish the job.

“Why did you stop?” You whine, circling your hips back into his unmoving hand. A feeling of desperation begins to crawl up your throat as you hiccup a breath. “Please, I’ve been good.”

Taehyung tuts at your words and untangles his hand from your own before threading it through your mussed hair. “Look up,” he moves your head for you, “And keep those pretty eyes open so you can see just how sexy you look right now.” His fingers come to life inside you again the second that you lock your eyes on him through the mirror, and you struggle to keep them open. Your stomach churns with your incoming release, and you wiggle against his hold until the dam bursts. Your orgasm is sharp, causing a loud moan that doesn’t even sound like yourself to spring from your lips. Taehyung growls at the feeling, making sure his movements don’t slow as your body gets wracked with pleasure. When you’re finally back to consciousness, the first thing you feel is the weight of Taehyung’s cock twitching against your ass.

Despite just coming, you’re voracious for him and rock your hips back just to hear him moan. You mourn the sudden loss of his fingers, but lose all of the air in your lungs as soon as you catch his gaze in the mirror. His tanned chest heaves with exertion, sweaty just as you had seen him during the game, as he brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks on them, moaning to himself as he tastes you on his tongue.

Then, he bends and promptly spits on you, watching the glob travel between your ass cheeks until it finally reaches your pussy. “What a pretty little thing,” he praises as he spreads the spit around your sensitive lips. Your words have abandoned you, so you simply hum as you keep your eyes on the mirror, enjoying the view of his body in all its glory.

He catches you staring and indulges you, stepping to the side so you can get a clear view as he strokes his cock in earnest. Your chest heaves with anticipation, nipples peaked and sensitive against the cold countertop.

“Think I should put it in, sweetheart? Need my big cock inside you?” He sounds like he couldn’t care less what you choose, but the bright red color of his tip says otherwise. Nevertheless, you decide to indulge his question.

“Yes, Taehyung! Please put it in me, I’ve been waiting all night for you…” you watch his gaze darken in real time, and you guess he must have been able to sense the truth in your words. You really had been thinking of this all night.

“Fuck, Y/N. Me too, I never thought I’d get you like this.” He cages you in from behind again, this time wasting no time to tease his cock against your entrance. His hips stutter forward and his face morphs into something close to pain- your heart shoots out of your chest at the pained groan he lets out.

“I don’ have a condom, I’m so sorry.” He sounds so defeated that your heart cracks a little and you stand up, turning to face him. He looks every ounce of innocent he could with his bottom lip pouted out as you cup his face in your hands. You can’t resist placing a little kiss on his nose.

“I’m on the pill.” You whisper the magic words just loud enough that he can hear, and his face brightens like a kid on Christmas.

“Seriously? You’re the best, fuck,” he smashes his lips to yours in a sloppy kiss, uncaring that your teeth are clacking together. “I promise I’ll still pull out, just in case, baby.” You nod dumbly, just happy to be under the influence of his affection.

“Alright, let me see that pussy,” he slaps at your ass playfully and you can help but shake your head at the way his attitude shifts so rapidly. His newfound confidence shows as he places a hand against your lower back before pushing inside of you. You keen as he stretches your walls, the pulsing feeling of your muscles moving around him becoming addicting already.

He shares the sentiment with a deep moan, head lulling backwards as he gives you an experimental thrust that sends your upper body rocking against the countertop. The more confident he becomes, the more his hands roam your body. One hand settles comfortably on your clit; tracing delicate circles on the edge of it while he works into your pussy. His other hand rests on your shoulder, the grip firm enough to keep you in place as you writhe in pleasure.

“T-taehyung,” you gasp his name more times than you can keep track of, biting into your lip so hard you taste blood. Every time you make eye contact through the mirror he goes harder, as if he had something to prove.

“Look at you, baby. All fucking mine, huh? You like being my girl?” The thought makes your head spin so you nod and are instantly rewarded with harder circles on your clit. Your back arches at the pleasure and Taehyung grunts, adding a second finger to strum over you.

“Gonna cum,” you warn, voice thin and raspy as your vision blurs. Clearly encouraged, he angles his hips just right and mutters a filthy string of praise, sending you over the edge. You come in a prolonged wave that you feel all the way from your toes to your scalp, a shockwave of pleasure that numbs you to the world in the best was possible. Taehyung’s deep groans cut through it all, and you’re actually kind of impressed with his self control as he pulls out of you and you feel his hot cum all over your back seconds later.

You’re already feeling grounded by the time his breathing settles, but the fear of dripping cum onto the floor keeps you bent over the sinks. Luckily he catches on fast and wipes you up with a paper towel.

“Romantic,” you giggle as he throws the paper towel away and immediately goes to wash his hands. He grins that smile that makes his nose wrinkle and captures you in a hug. It feels weird to already be this intimate with him, but the way he radiates comfort makes you sag under his touch.

“Sleepy now,” you mumble, letting his gentle hands caress your back. He nods and pets your sweaty hair back down.

“Let’s get you dressed and off to home, okay?” You press another kiss to his nose before you part.

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exactly what he needs, pt. 6 ♡ ⋆｡˚ | other parts here

— pairing: nate jacobs x fem!reader

— type: ficlet (multi-chapter)

— summary: nate brings you breakfast to help w/ your hangover & then you have your first time.

— tags: breakfast in bed, looking around nate’s room like he did w/ yours, admitting your feelings for one another, & then making love

— tw: eating, lying, major manipulative move on nate’s part, sex

— word count: 4,577

— a/n: me while writing this: i’m simultaneously turned-on, & also feel like maddy: ooh, he is such a cunt!

i know this installment is a bit shorter than the previous few, but i felt like what happens this chapter needed its own post.

i messed up a few posts ago when i put that the writing on the back of the pic that nate stole said ‘05. he was born in 2001. so, they, for one, wouldn’t have been in kindergarten yet, and, for two, wouldn’t have been 7-8 yrs old. i was thinking about myself, who was born in ‘98 when doing that math. please ignore lol.

GIF by bakerolivia

When you wake, your headache has dissipated marginally. Nate’s strong, warm body is still wound around yours, and the TV against the wall is on low volume, some action movie playing.

You squeeze your eyes shut for a moment, wishing you could remember the events of last night.

You’d had strange dreams. You’d been in the bathroom with Cassie again, and had woken with a jolt at one point at the sound of something shattering, someone trying to beat down the door, screaming your name. You’d felt trapped in there, you and Cassie staring at each other in terror. Only when the door opened did you hear the sound of glass breaking and wake.

You’d fallen back asleep again after that and had dreams of you and Nate in the pool. You’d been naked—skinny dipping—and only when you had lifted your head from his shoulder to look at him, did his features shift into something menacing—something terrifying—and he shoved your head under the water.

You were drowning.

Suffocating.

You couldn’t breathe.

You’d woken again, heart pounding, but relaxed at the feeling of his arms around you, knowing you were safe.

You told yourself the bad dreams were just a result of the alcohol. Nothing more.

You slowly sit up, Nate’s hand sliding down your side, onto your bare thigh. He sits up with you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Morning, angel.”

You press a small kiss to his nose, making him smile before you get up, padding into the bathroom, softly shutting the door behind you.

Once you’ve relieved yourself, you hear a light knock on the door. “Are you okay, do you need my help?”

“No, thank you. I just need a few minutes.”

He hesitates for a moment before finally stepping away.

Once you’ve showered, brushed your teeth—thoroughly—and ripped through the tangles in your hair, do you emerge from his bathroom with a towel wrapped around you.

You find him lying back on the bed, eyes now on you, watching as you select a plain gray t-shirt from his closet, sliding it onto your torso.

You then walk over to the bed, climbing into his lap, resting your head against his shoulder while he holds you.

“How do you feel?” He asks, lips against your hair.

You shrug. “A little better.”

He slips one of his hands under the shirt, rubbing up and down against your bare back. “Are you hungry?”

You groan. “I don’t know if eating is a good idea.”

He chuckles. “It’ll help soak up whatever alcohol is left in your system. And your stomach is on empty right now.”

He gently moves you off of him, deciding for you.

“Just stay up here and relax.” He hands you the TV remote. “You can watch whatever you like. I’ll go make you something to eat.”

He pulls on a pair of shorts and a white t-shirt before stepping over to the door. He turns back to you after opening it. “Any special requests?”

You shake your head. “Whatever you want to make is fine. Thank you,” you say with a sweet smile.

He nods, heading downstairs.

You lie back on his bed, opening Netflix to find something more preferable to your tastes to watch.

When Nate enters the kitchen, his mom is just heading in from outside, hair tied back as she removes her gardening hat, tossing it onto the kitchen island.

“Someone is a late riser today.”

He walks over to the fridge, pulling out a bottle of Powerade. “Y/N is.” He seats himself at the island, unscrewing the lid. “Hungover.”

Her eyes widen. “Getting her drunk already, sweetie? Or is that just the way she is?”

She hopes not. She’d thought her a good girl.

He rolls his eyes, taking a drink. “I fucked up. Took her to a party last night that someone like her had no business being at in the first place.”

She feels relieved to hear it.

She pulls the Britta out of the fridge, retrieving a glass and pouring. “Trying to corrupt her already, huh?”

He slams his bottle down. “Jesus fucking Christ, why am I always the villain?”

She puts the Britta away, raising her hands. “Jeez, sorry, don’t bite my head off. Just trying to joke with you.”

She takes a sip of her water. “Has she eaten yet?”

He shakes his head.

“Would you like for me to make her some lunch?”

He leans forward, forearms resting on the countertop. “I’d appreciate it.”

She turns around, retrieving a pan. “How does grilled cheese and tomato soup sound? Would she like that, or should I make something else?”

“That’s fine.”

Once Marsha has retrieved the required cookware and ingredients, she turns her back to him, facing the stove. “So, I know I’m about to be a mom, but bear with me.” She’s quiet for a moment and Nate braces himself for whatever nonsense might be about to come out of her mouth. “I know it’s still a little early, but: do you have feelings for her?”

He takes another drink. “Yes.”

She nods. “And does she have feelings for you?”

He thinks about how you’d had your naked body pressed to his all night for comfort and security. About the way you look at and touch him. “Yes.”

She smiles to herself.

“I don’t want you to think that I was eavesdropping, because I wasn’t,” his back immediately stiffens. “But I heard the two of you in the kitchen yesterday morning. The things she said to you.”

She stirs the tomato soup, glancing to him over her shoulder. “I really, really like this one, Nate. She’s good for you. I know I once said that I liked Cassie, too. But that was before I heard her ranting and raving in your room one night screaming about how crazy she is. Y/N seems…different. Mature, sweet, good-hearted, even…” She trails off for a moment. “Unless she turns out to be insane, too. I mean, clearly I know how to pick ‘em.”

She briefly wonders if he inherited his poor taste in romantic partners from her. Not that Cal is all bad. But sometimes…sometimes when she looks at him all she sees is a stranger.

Not the man she had once adored with her entire heart. Not the man who she sometimes spent entire weekends in her bed with as a teenager. Not the man she had married.

Not the man who she had made two children with.

“She’s nothing like Cassie. Honestly, she’s unlike anyone I’ve ever met.” He looks at the back of her head. “You do realize I’ve known her since kindergarten, right?”

Her brows furrow. “Really?”

“Mhm. We were just never really friends before now.”

She slides the sandwich onto a plate, then dumps the soup into a bowl.

“What changed?” She asks, retrieving a spoon and a napkin, setting it all onto a small portable tray, sliding it in front of him.

“I finally realized what I needed, instead of what I thought I wanted.”

When Nate returns to his room, you’re lying on the bed, pillow bunched up underneath your head, arms wrapped around it. Your left leg is bent far enough up that your pussy is on full display for him; your right leg stretched out straight as you watch the TV with interest. Some fantasy movie, of course, playing.

He kicks the door shut behind him and you sit up then, taking the tray from him once he’s at the side of the bed, with an appreciative smile.

He pushes some hair from your face with his hand, pressing a firm kiss to your forehead. “Just try not to get anything on the bed.”

You nod. “I won’t.”

He never eats in bed himself, the thought of rolling around in crumbs makes his skin crawl.

Before you take a bite of your sandwich, you look up to him. “Did…did you make this?”

He nods. “I’ve never cooked for anyone else before today.”

You feel warmth bloom in your chest at that. You smile shyly. “Between this and letting me drive your truck I’m starting to feel like a special exception.”

That’s the reason I did it, he thinks. He looks at you with a smile. “You are, baby.”

As you eat, Nate picks up his room, throwing your laundry and his both into his hamper, straightening up here and there, even if his room stays organized enough that it’s not really needed. But he hates any sort of disorderliness.

It was one of the first things he came to appreciate about you when it came to seeing your house: everything was clean and tidy and in its place.

He hates slovenly people.

Finally, he sits in his computer chair, leaning back, watching as you eat.

You take small bites, sipping at your soup, occasionally taking a drink of water.

“How is it?” He asks.

You nod, swallow, then reply. “Really good. It’s one of my favorites, actually. Thank you.”

He smiles. “You’re welcome. I just feel like shit for letting you get so loaded.”

You shake your head. “It’s not your fault. Don’t worry: I never plan to drink ever again,” you say with a small laugh.

He smirks. “That’s what we all say until the opportunity inevitably presents itself again.”

You take another sip of your soup, licking your lips. “Not me.”

Once you’ve finished eating, you stand, picking up the tray from his bed and heading to the door.

He stands as well. “I can get that.”

You smile. “It’s okay.” You shift from one foot to the other. “I was actually thinking… Since you’ve gone through my room, and I haven’t really looked around yours very much,” not that there seems to be much to it in terms of personalization to begin with, you think. “Maybe I can browse a bit when I come back up?”

Just the fucking opportunity I need, he thinks with excitement. “Yeah, sure.”

You head downstairs and he panickedly looks around his room. “Fuck, fuck where is it? Where the fuck did I put it?”

He throws himself on the floor, looking under his bed, which is spotless.

He stands, ready to pull his goddamn hair out from frustration, until his head jerks toward his hamper, which hasn’t been emptied in awhile. How the fuck could he have forgotten to take it out?

He digs through the dirty laundry, until he’s nearly reached the bottom and he wrenches out a pair of jeans, digging through all the pockets, until he finally finds it in the last one he looks in.

He quickly walks over to his desk, grabbing a roll of scotch tape and sticking the object to his bedroom mirror.

He then sits down, heart hammering, and he waits.

When you come back upstairs, you’re grateful no one had seen you wandering down to the kitchen in just one of Nate’s t-shirts…again.

You shut the door behind you and wander over to his bench press first, looking at the weights. You look back to him then, where he’s now sitting on the edge of his bed, watching you intently. “How many pounds do you normally lift?”

He nods toward the barbell. “That one is two-hundred and twenty pounds.”

You flush, liking that response. So strong, you think.

You sit down on it and position your legs under the leg lift and try to push…and fail miserably.

He looks at you with an amused smirk. “Having trouble?”

You push again and then promptly give up. If anything, it just makes heat pool between your legs when you think of how easy it had been for him to do it.

You stand then. “I was just warming up.”

He chuckles.

You walk over to his desktop setup. “Do you ever play games?”

Not that kind, he thinks. “Not really. I mostly use it for schoolwork.”

You nod, refraining from going through the cabinets to the side.

You then look at his fancy stereo system, then the basket beside it, which houses a couple footballs and a basketball.

You glance at the storage at the foot of his bed, which is full of Nikes, then come to stand in front of his dresser and look at him over your shoulder with a raised brow before opening the top drawer.

He smirks, watching you imitate how he looked through your top drawer yesterday.

And you find nothing of interest, just some boxers, briefs, socks, and some wife-beaters. You shut the drawer then.

You look at the picture of the F-16, which hangs behind his bed. “Is being a pilot something you sometimes think about?”

“My mom is the one who decorated in here.”

Explains the monogrammed pillows, you think.

Besides the photo and a jersey which hangs on the wall, you finally realize just how minimalist and non-personal his room really is. You wonder why there’s no knick-knacks or décor of any kind. Then again, he seems to be a bit of a neat-freak, and sometimes despising clutter comes with the territory.

You look at the mirror against the wall and your brows furrow.

You step over to it, pulling at the Polaroid stuck to it, taking a closer look.

And your heart stops.

The one personal thing he does have—the only thing—is a photo of the two of you from when you were little.

Tears sting your eyes. “Where…where did you get this?” You ask in a whisper.

“Found it a few months ago in a box of old stuff I had. Decided to hang it up. Honestly, I wasn’t even sure why I did. Just…I just like looking at it for some reason.”

You look at him.

“Maddy fucking hated it. Cassie acted jealous, even if we were only a few years old in it and we weren’t even talking at the time when she and I were…doing whatever the fuck we were doing.”

You look back down to the picture, turning it over, looking at the writing on the back, then looking at the picture again.

“Do…do you remember that day?”

He stays silent, hoping to fucking God if he does, you’ll continue, and give him some clue as to when it was taken exactly. So he can try and fill in blanks to pretend like it’s a day he could never forget.

You look at him.

“You do, too?” He asks.

You nod, looking at it. “It was the last day of kindergarten. And my birthday. My…” You swallow, throat tightening. “The bear on my bed was your gift to me.”

Nate’s jaw drops, just slightly. He didn’t remember any of it. And he’s sure the gift was most-likely selected by his mom, but it was the fact you’d kept it—something that had come from him so long ago—it meant…he’s not sure what it means. Just that whatever it is: it means a lot of it.

“I wasn’t sure if it looked familiar or not.”

You let out a teary laugh.

��The cake was good, though.” He adds, hoping there was a fucking cake.

“Ice cream. We got so messy.”

“Vanilla, right?”

Your heart melts that he remembers. “Yes.”

“Do you remember that we fed some to each other? Well, kind of shoved it in each other’s faces. After your mom cleaned us up, my dad took this picture.”

He comes to stand beside you. “Maybe it sounds stupid, but it was one of the best days of my life.”

You press the picture back against the mirror, then look up to him. “I-”

You stop, shutting your mouth. And then you do it. Say it. Because you mean it. “I love you.”

His heart swells with pride. He’d done it—it’d fucking worked. And you’d believed every lie, every word, that left his mouth so easily.

He leans down, cupping your cheeks in his hands.

“I know it may seem soon. Really soon. And-”

“I love you, too,” he replies softly, the look in his eyes only further confirming that he truly means it.

He presses his lips to yours then and kisses you so achingly soft. He doesn’t use tongue, doesn’t deepen it, just…kisses you, pouring his heart into it.

When he pulls away, the way he looks at you…no one has ever looked at you like that before. Not even him. Not before this moment.

“I feel like we were meant to find our ways back to each other,” he whispers, brushing the pad of his thumb against your lower lip and you see his eyes grow glassy and you know he’s fighting back tears.

And one slips from your own, which he wipes away.

“Nate, do you-” You pause for a moment, heart pounding. And then you continue. “Do you have any condoms?”

He studies you for a moment—his mind practically fucking exploding from excitement that this had played out exactly as he’d hoped.

God, you really are a sentimental creature.

He nods. “Baby, are you sure about this?” He hates questioning it, but hopes that doing so will only draw you in closer. That instead of him running across the room to grab one, he’s instead more concerned for you, ensuring that this is what you truly want.

You reach up, running your fingers through his soft brown hair. “Yes.”

He considers you for a moment—rather, pretends to—before pressing a soft, loving kiss to your forehead and stepping away, taking your hand in his as he leads you over to the bed.

He reaches down, slipping his t-shirt from you, before looking over your naked body. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful. Do you even understand how beautiful you are?”

He cups one of your cheeks again, his other hand holding your hip, rubbing his thumb against it.

You only look at him.

He pulls his shirt off, then lowers his body onto yours, the both of you settling comfortably against the bed. He helps you scoot back, until your head is resting against his pillows. He first kisses your forehead, maybe half-a-dozen times, then each of your cheeks, your nose, your chin, before giving you his lips. You open your mouth, your tongue searching for his. And you find it, his dancing against yours gently, tenderly.

And then he moves to your neck, giving extra attention to that one sensitive spot that he likes to favor. You sigh, arching your back, and his hands slide under you. And he holds you against him for a moment, your bare chest pressed against his.

“I love you so fucking much,” he mutters into your shoulder.

“I love you, too.”

He can hear that you’re now crying. So he pulls back just the least bit, kissing away your tears.

He smooths some hair from your face, your chin wobbling. “You’re so perfect… You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, Y/N.”

You let out a small, happy sob, smiling.

He then begins to kiss your breasts, taking one in his hand, and then the other, lightly trailing his tongue along the valley between them and your body shudders.

He then kisses down the soft skin of your stomach. Until, finally, he’s reached your perfect pussy which he’ll claim in only a few minutes as his very own.

He begins kissing your inner thighs, seeing that you’re already completely soaked and you sit up a bit.

“Nate, I…I wanted to-” You weren't wanting oral today. You wanted more. Wanted him.

He looks up at you. “Trust me, sweetheart,” he says softly, quietly. “If I take my time…it won’t hurt as much. Please let me take care of you, please.”

You nod, your lower lip wobbling from how much love and care and tenderness he’s treating you with.

You lay back again.

He then places his mouth against you and you gasp. He reaches up, twining his fingers between yours, holding tight.

“I love you, Nate,” you whisper.

He responds by pressing a kiss to your pussy before going back in with his tongue, running it along that seal that he’s about to break.

Once you’re warm and flushed and trembling—crying—does he stand, removing his shorts, and you take in the impressive length of him, licking your lips.

He pads over to the door, locking it—knowing he’ll kill anyone who tries to interrupt you. He’d once considered doing this at your house, to ensure there would be no interruptions, but he needed for it to happen in his bed. Needed to claim your virginity here, in his room.

He then opens the top drawer of his nightstand and retrieves a condom. You sit up a bit, watching as he peels open the wrapper, then feel your core tighten as he rolls it onto his throbbing erection.

You feel nervous, and a bit scared, but also eager to have him inside of you.

To have him teach you what this is like.

After you’d spent so long wondering about it, too.

He then lies his body back down on top of yours, hand lacing between the long, soft strands of your hair. “Are you ready, angel?”

You nod, kissing him.

He reaches down, rubbing himself against your entrance and notices when you tense up. So he stops.

“The only thing I need you to do is relax for me. Let me do everything else. This is about you, not me. I want—I need—your first time to be perfect. Let me give that to you. Please.”

A tear slips from your eye at his sweet, loving words.

You spread your legs wider, tension releasing.

He rubs himself against you again and then finally, finally, eases into you.

You wrap your arms around his neck and he presses his lips to your own, your hands tightening into fists as you feel a painful pinch, something breaking perhaps, and then he slips inside of you.

You whimper against his lips, trying to ignore the pain. You move your hips, until he pulls his mouth away from your own. “Stay still for me, baby. Just let yourself adjust to me.”

He gently lifts one of your legs onto his back and he sinks deeper, moaning at how wet and tight you are. So this is what a virgin feels like, he thinks. And it feels so fucking…perfect.

He looks at you, doing his utmost not to finish right then and there. He needs this to last for as long as possible. “Does that feel better?”

You nod.

He eases out a couple inches, then back in and you moan in pleasure. “Does that feel good?”

You nod again. “Y-yes.”

He kisses you, deeply. Then presses his forehead against your own. “I love you. I love you. I love you.” He presses his lips back to your own before he begins to ease in and out, in and out, over and over.

He goes painstakingly slow, even as his body protests, wanting nothing more than to fuck your brains out. But he needs to be gentle with you. Needs you to think that’s who he is. Needs for every second of your lovemaking to be what you’ve always surely imagined—hoped—it would one day be like.

He looks down at you, staring into your eyes as he continues easing his cock in and out—you’re so wet now that he can hear it. And he loves you all the more for it. How easily your body responds to him.

“Tell me what you need, sweetheart. I want this to be perfect.”

You shake your head. “It is.”

He kisses you again, then slowly—slowly—lifts you until you’re in his lap. He wraps one arm around your waist, encouraging you to move your hips against him. The other comes up to cup your cheek, tangling in your hair as he kisses your lips, your neck, your right breast, then left. He looks at you again and you whimper. “Shh, that’s it, angel. Just like that. Take your time.”

You reach down to touch your clit and he gently takes your hand in his. “Don’t. Please. I want this moment to last for as long as possible.”

You fight back tears again as you lie your head on his shoulder as he continues helping you move your hips against him.

In reality, he wants you to come from his cock alone—to find him to be that good of a lover. He knows it’s not easy to achieve—female orgasms from penetration alone—but he’s more than willing to try.

Finally, he lies you back down on the mattress. “Fuck,” he mutters into a pillow as he slips out for a moment, then eases back in. You shudder from how good it feels, him filling you.

And he enjoys your walls clenching around him.

He places both of your legs over his backside, making you as small as possible beneath him. Dwarfing your small, feminine frame. He loves how much larger he is than you. The fact that he could easily throw you around like a ragdoll.

And you stay like that. For awhile. Silence, just the sounds of your ragged breathing, his occasional moans, your whimpering and sighing. Each of you saying each other’s names or that you love each other. His skin slapping against yours.

Finally, he repositions his hips—his cock touching against some part of you that you’ve never touched before and you jerk. “Ah, right there.”

He knows he’s found what he’s been looking for. So he keeps his hips positioned exactly where they are as he continues to fuck himself inside of you.

Your breathing quickens, your kissing becomes more fervent, your fingers tangling in his hair. And your walls begin to rapidly clench.

He fights back against how fucking good you feel, refusing to be the first one to finish. No. He needs to give that to you. He can’t come off as being selfish in bed.

That will come later.

Until, finally, finally, you cry out, pressing your mouth against his shoulder, your body shuddering, jerking against his fingers trailing along your hot, bare skin. Your walls squeezing and squeezing him.

You begin to cry and then he falls over the edge, following right behind you.

He buries his face In your neck. “God, baby. Fuck, Y/N.”

He moans as his seed fills the condom wrapped tightly around him.

Finally, he stills, his body collapsing on top of yours, cock still twitching inside of you.

You cry silently underneath him and he presses countless kisses to your hot cheeks, your swollen lips. “I love you more than anything,” he says.

And he believes it.

And so do you.

#fic: euphoria (nate jacobs x reader)#nate jacobs imagine #nate jacobs x reader #nate jacobs x y/n #nate jacobs x you #euphoria x you #euphoria x reader

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vodika-vibes · 5 months

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Im on my period rn and I have endometriosis so I’m in a lot of pain and I was wondering how Fixer would take care of a reader with severe period pains…I have severe Fixer brainrot…

However if you‘re not comfortable writing something like this I apologize 🙈

Painful Days

Summary: Fixer takes care of you when you're paralyzed with pain.

Pairing: Clone Commando Fixer x Reader

Word Count: 619

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: Sorry that this is so short. I get migraines when I'm on my period so I legitimately don't know how people take care of normal periods. I don't like it when people breathe near me when I'm on mine, lol.

You exhale slowly, trying to breathe through the pain of your cramps, as you curl up on your couch.

You’re going to be fine. You always are. But sometimes the pain is harder to ignore than other times.

And by that, you mean that you can sometimes work through the pain. This, unfortunately, isn’t one of those times.

A particularly sharp stab of pain causes you to grit your teeth and curl around your heating pad. This was supposed to help. The fact that it never has before isn’t important, it’s supposed to work this time.

“The pain medicine hasn’t kicked in yet?” Fixer asks as he smooths his hand through your hair.

“Sure it has.” You say through clenched teeth, “I no longer feel like using a knife to cut out my uterus. That’s a step up.”

Fixer doesn’t say anything for a moment, “Does curling up like that actually help?” He finally asks.

You pout at him, “It does in my head.”

“So that would be no, then.”

“If you’re not going to be helpful-” You say with a glare.

“Ah, I brought a bar of chocolate. As well as some hot tea. But you have to sit up before I give either to you.”

You consider his offerings for a moment, and then decide that they are acceptable gifts, so you slowly sit up. Fixer flashes a small smile at you, and you feel a surge of affection for him, “Will you sit with me?” You ask.

“As if you have to ask.” Fixer replies as he sets your favorite mug on the table, and then drops on the couch next to you.

You immediately climb into his lap and set your head under his chin, pulling his arms around your lower stomach to hold your heating pad in place.

“Better?” Fixer asks, as he adjusts you slightly so that you’re more comfortably situated on his lap.

You consider everything for a moment, “I’m not worse,” You finally decide, “Which is about the best I’m going to get, I think.”

Fixer reaches around you and grabs your mug to set it in your hands, “Well, it’s not perfect, but I’ll take it. We can order something salty and greasy for dinner tonight. I know that makes you feel better.”

“You hate salty and greasy.”

“There are a lot of things I hate that I’ll put up with because you want them.” Fixer replies easily, “You’re worth it, cyare.”

You smile up at him adoringly, “I love you, did you know that?” You ask.

“You’ve made it glaringly obvious, yes.” Fixer replies as he leans in and kisses the back of your head, “I love you too, you know. Why else would I put up with all of this?” There’s no heat in his voice, though, and you don’t take his words harshly.

You shift on his lap so you’re able to press a light kiss against his jaw, and you smile when he lowers his chin so he can kiss you properly. “You know,” He murmurs, “There is something that I can do to help with the cramps.”

You sigh softly, “Maybe later, when the pain is a little less.” You reply against his lips, “But it’ll be messy.”

“That’s what towels are for. Or just using the shower. Either is fine with me.” Fixer replies.

You allow your head to thump against his shoulder, “I’ll think about it. When the pain is a little less. Thank you, Fixer.”

“You don’t have to thank me for taking care of you, cyare. That’s my job.” He kisses your temple, and tightens his grip around you. “Drink your tea, it’s going to get cold.”

“Yeah, yeah. I know.”

#star wars #tcw #clone commando fixer x reader #fixer x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #answered asks

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matsunosan · 2 years

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hello! may i request a ran, rindou, and sanzu with an extremely ticklish reader? a bit of a fluff and also really sPICY oh god >:) like whenever their warm tongue touches the reader's skin (neck, thigh, chest, anywhere) it turns the reader on so much but it also makes them giggle at the same time because it tickles so much. tysm i really love your fics <33

BONTEN MEN TICKLING YOU - RAN, RINDOU, SANZU X READER

A/N: I am so sorry it took me so long to get to this! I have so many requests lol- I am trying to work through all of them as fast as I can! I hope you enjoy love!

Prompt: Bonten men tickling reader!

WARNINGS: NSFW, pet names, i think like one cuss word (once again, pure filth)

RAN-

Your eyes opened slowly to the sight of sunlight slowly creeping into your bedroom, the feeling of a tender hand running up and down your curves slowly coaxing you awake.

Ran’s delicate fingers drew patterns along your supple skin, making your body melt into his touch like putty.

He was the best thing to wake up to.

“R-Ran?” you mumbled, slowly turning around to face the heavy-lidded man. “Good morning princess,” he whispered, placing a soft kiss on your temple.

Mornings like these were so peaceful and full of love. What else could you have possibly asked for?

Ran’s lips formed a small smile when his eyes met yours, the violet orbs full of pure adoration for you. Everything about this moment was perfect, until Ran tickled you.

His hands reached under your arms suddenly, tickling you until you were wide awake.

“Ran!” you cried, laughter filling the room. “Please! It’s too much!”

Ran ignored your begs, deciding to pin you down underneath him as he continued to abuse your sides while you howled in laughter.

“You’re gonna have to stop me princess!” Ran teases, grabbing your wrists when you try to tickle him back. “I-It’s no fair!” you cackled. “You didn’t even give m-me a chance!”

Ran chuckled at your whines, deciding to lean down and lick up the column of your neck.

You went silent.

Ran stopped his movements to make sure he didn’t hurt you, but was confused when he saw your cheeks turn a bright shade of red and something flicker within your eyes.

“Baby?” he looked at you, cocking his head to the side. “Are you okay?” “Do it again.” you commanded. Ran looked at you quizzically before ducking down and licking up your throat once more, your body shivering in the process.

“Oh,” Ran smirked, immediately picking up on your sexual frustration. You bit your lip to hold back any moans, but your efforts were futile when he began sucking on that sweet spot.

“Fuck Ran,” you moaned, wrapping your legs around his torso as his hips instinctively thrusted into you. “I’m gonna make you cum babygirl,” Ran seethed, the feeling of your hot cunt on his hard cock making you absolutely irresistible.

It didn’t take long for Ran to rip off your panties, fingers thrusting in and out of your slick and he sucked marks onto your throat. “I-I’m so close,” you mewled, fists gripping onto the sheets.

All it took was for Ran to bite down on that spot and you came crashing down with a mind-blowing orgasm.

Let’s just say that if Ran ever wants to get you in the mood, he knows exactly where to touch you to drive you mad.

RINDOU-

You sat on Rindou’s lap in his office while he continued to write paperwork for Bonten.

The poor man had come home pretty late that night after a meeting, immediately sitting himself at his desk so that he could finish what needed to be done and join you in bed.

However, that wasn’t good enough for you.

You clambered out of bed, the soft pads of your feet echoing through the hallway as you approached the office door. You peered inside to see Rindou’s figure hunched over, stress evident in the way his shoulders slumped in the chair.

Without another word, you climbed into his lap and wrapped your limbs around him, feeling his body relax at your presence alone.

“I’ll be done soon angel,” he whispered, placing his left hand on your back, rubbing small circles into the flesh. You hummed in response, content being in his arms.

After a few more minutes, Rindou let out a shaky exhale. You figured he was done with work, so you placed a kiss on his cheek. “‘M proud of you,” you mumbled against his skin. “I wish you would relax a little bit baby.”

Rindou felt guilty. He knew you worried about him and being overworked. His thoughts were quickly disrupted when you reached down and tickled his sides.

Rindou’s body jolted, giggles escaping his lips as he tried to push you off of him. “B-Baby!” he stuttered, trying his best to contain his laughter but he failed miserably. “There’s that beautiful smile-“ you were cut off when Rindou’s hands began ticking at your sides.

You howled in laughter, hands instinctively moving from his body to protect your own. You ended up giving him the advantage as he no longer had you as a distraction.

Rindou loved hearing your laughter and looking at your toothy smile. You were so beautiful.

He continued his antics, bringing his fingers down to tickle your hips.

He quickly found out that you were extremely ticklish there when you bucked your hips against his own, earning a groan to fall from both of your lips.

“Fuck,” you whimpered, hands flying up to rest on his shoulders as he kept tickling you, making your hips grind against his quickly-hardening member.

“Mm- you’re so desperate for me angel,” Rindou coos while letting his fingers grip the plush flesh, trying his absolute best not to let any moans slip. He wanted to be in control now.

“I-It feels so good Rin,” you cried, rocking yourself back and forth, pressure building up in your core already.

“Are you gonna cum for me so soon?” Rindou grinned, knowing exactly what he was doing to you. “You look so pretty riding me like this. Gonna cum in your panties?”

All you could do was nod in response, your release quickly approaching.

All it took was for Rindou to tickle your hips once more before you came crashing down with a scream of his name.

He was very excited to use this new-found sense against you, and made sure you were in for one hell of a night.

SANZU-

After dinner with some of the executives of Bonten, you and Sanzu headed over to your shared apartment on the top floor of your apartment complex.

The apartment was REALLY nice, it was basically a whole ass penthouse.

On your way up, you both take the lift, giggling like littles girls because of an incident that happened over dinner.

Koko accidentally spilled his drink on Mikey and they got into a drunken argument like an old married couple.

“Did y-you,” you cried, holding your chest to catch your breath. “Did you see the waitress’s face when Koko basically has his hand on Mikey’s dick?” Poor guy was just trying to help clean it up.

You were both hysterical, playing the scene over and over again in your tipsy minds and doubling over in laughter.

You both continued laughing as you arrived at the apartment, almost knocking over a vase near the entryway. Sanzu reached out and grabbed you before you could knock it over, capturing you in his arms.

You both stared at each other for a second in silence after nearly causing a mess before laughing yet again.

Finally after calming down a bit, Sanzu squeezes you and kisses your cheek. “I love it when you laugh,” he purrs. “You have such a beautiful smile.” “Awe,” you melted in his embrace. “Thank you love-”

You were caught off guard when Sanzu reached down and tickled your side, laughter escaping past your lips once more.

As if you two weren't in enough trouble already, you both ran around the apartment in a game of chase until Sanzu inevitably caught you.

He threw you over his shoulder, and dashed for the bedroom while you flailed around to try and escape his grasp.

“Put me down!” you giggle. “In your dreams!” Sanzu replied, tossing you onto the bed and caging you in with his legs and forearms. “I’ve got you now!” he declared, pushing your dress up and tickling your sides.

You squealed, tears brimming your eyes as he reached up underneath your arms and pulled the dress off over your head while still daintily dancing his fingers along your skin. Sanzu thought he was in heaven as he watched the corners of your eyes crinkle with the biggest smile. On impulse, he reached down and licked a stripe along your tummy and you moaned loudly.

“Oh,” Sanzu grinned, one of his hands holding your wrists above your head and the other gliding down to the spot where he had previously licked you. “S-Sanzu,” you begged. “Please don’t- ‘m sensitive there.”

Your pleading was deemed useless as he ducked his head down and licked you in the same spot. You moaned his name in response, hips jerking up uncontrollably. “Don’t be such a tease,” you whimpered, wiggling in his grasp to try and break away.

“Oh darling,” he grinned from ear-to-ear. “Now, I’m just getting started.”

Sanzu decided to continue teasing you, switching from eating you out to fingering you until you were almost there. Then, he would pull his slick fingers out of your messy folds and lick along your sensitive spot.

Finally, you came hard.

Like- you made a huge fucking mess.

As much as you both enjoyed playing with this new discovery, the way your body shook after such a mind-breaking orgasm told Sanzu that it took all of your energy.

He helped clean you up and then cuddled you until you fell asleep. 🥺 You were so tired after that.

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DS9 S3 E1 - The Search Part 1

I was admittedly underwhelmed by this episode. Don't get me wrong there were several awesome moments that I'll dive into in a minute but over all it wasn't that interesting to me.

The big battle stuff was part of why it was sorta blah, though I am intrigued to see what actually happened to the Defiant since we left it almost in pieces. It was just too early in the season for there to be real tension so it felt like big booms for the sake of big booms.

Odo is the other reason. He was insufferable in this episode. I've said time and time again that while I may like him more than I did at the start (he even kinda won me over after the "We're hologram people" episode) I'm still on the fence with him. In this episode, though, he took like 30 giant steps back. He was whiny and childish. He didn't give Sisko a chance to explain the situation he just decided he was going to resign. When approached by Kira with a job opportunity to get him to come along, he threw it in her face. He flat out ignored Sisko on multiple occasions. And then at the end of the episode he just dismissed everything Kira said and kidnapped her to run off on their own. That last bit I'm both thankful for cause he saved her but also pissed at cause she was right, they should have gone to the wormhole.

I have strong feelings for that man and all of them are seething disappointment and mild hatred at this moment. He was so insufferable, the ending fell so flat.

Sisko showing up with the Defiant was badass, though. It was the spark of hope the crew needed. And his "it's home now" talk with Jake was sweet. The fact that Jake knows his dad well enough to even point to the moments when things shifted was a nice touch.

I like that the Federation is doing more things with the Romulans, given how touchy the relationship was with them in TNG. I hope TRul sticks around for at least a little while. It was interesting to see her struggle with trusting the folks on board and relenting at times. On that same note, the make up design for Romulans is a little different here (or feels different to me at least) and she looked a bit like a Buffy vamp and I was kinda digging it. I also like that her costume isn't super heavy on the shoulder pads lol

My favorite part of the episode might be a bit of a shitty one, but I like that Sisko left Jadzia and Miles behind. I'm very much a no man left behind kind of person but of the Captains/Commanders I am most familiar with, he is the only one I can see given that order and it was a very interesting one.

5/10 - I blame Odo

#star trek #star trek ds9 #ds9 #watchalong #star trek deep space nine #odo #the search

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Meet the Family Who: Xavier and @fletchervanhall Where: Fletcher's home. When: January 25th, 2024 A/N: Xavier sees Fletcher for the first time after the gala and return from the UK. So of course, they catch up and he meets the family and they catch up some more. lots of cute things and fluff but also NSFW lol

XAVIER

Xavier had a great morning so far. Winter and Henry had made him laugh until he couldn't breathe at drop-off. He had picked up his favorite breakfast sandwich and had made time to tidy up. The cleaning crew would come by next week as scheduled but Xavier worked better in a less cluttered environment. Henry usually stuck to the play area and theater but Winter had quickly become the owner of the entire place. Everywhere he went, Xavier found makeup. Why does a 15-year-old need so much? He got her a giant makeup organizer and set it up in her bedroom. Before he knew it, it was time to meet with Fletcher. Xavier tried not to make a big deal of it because he didn't want to scare the other man with his feelings but admittedly, he was beyond excited to see him again. After showering and changing into an outfit that would hopefully catch Flether's attention. He sprayed some cologne on and then took one last look in the mirror before getting his car to drive to the address Fletcher had given him. He tried to ignore the butterflies forming in his stomach or the way he couldn't stop smiling just thinking about the tattoo artist. When he arrived, he parked his car and walked up to the entrance to ring the bell. Xavier straightened his jacket and took in a deep breath as he wondered how he'd greet him. Should he kiss him? What was the protocol? All he knew was that the moment he'd lay eyes on Fletcher, he'd probably forget it all anyway.

FLETCHER

Fletcher had a long night, mostly with Phoebe, but with Drew too. Phoebe had been fussy and at one point, Fletcher didn't know what to do. He'd changed her diaper, fed her, and held her until she'd fallen asleep, but she hadn't stayed asleep for more than twenty minutes or so before she was fussing. He'd cuddled her to his chest and shoulder, lightly bounced her and even tried softly singing to her but nothing worked. It led to him waking Drew for help, which he'd felt guilty about. Drew showed him a different position to hold Phoebe in and when Fletcher tried it, he ended up relieving Phoebe of some gas. The two men had a bit of a laugh about it but the relief helped the little girl get some sleep, allowing them to also sleep. It wasn't for very long though, before Fletcher had to get up and get her fed again--this time making sure that she was thoroughly burped. He'd fixed a late breakfast for Drew and himself, and then showered in his boxer briefs with Phoebe snuggled to his chest, knees tucked up in the fetal position. He dresses them both and helped Drew get ready for the day, all the while steadily thinking about Xavier's visit. He could admit that he liked Xavier. He liked thinking about him, talking with him, kissing him and fooling around with him. And he suspected he would like chilling with him while they watched, or didn't watch a movie. Drew had decided to make up for the lost sleep by napping, so when the doorbell rang, it was just likely to be him, Xavier and a fast-fading Phoebe. He shifted his hold on the tiny babe while padding across the floor in his socks to answer the door. One arm securely held Phoebe to his chest and shoulder where she enjoyed being the most, while his other hand turned the lock and opened the door. He smiled and softly said, "She'll be knocked out soon but if I put her down now, she'll start fussing."

XAVIER

Xavier's smile grew the moment Fletcher's opened the door and he set his sight on Phoebe. She was so tiny and beautiful that he was at a loss for words. Xavier loved kids, always spoiling his nieces and nephews, and now his foster kids. He nodded at Fletcher's words and walked right inside the home so that no cold air would run inside. "Oh, she's a beautiful little darling." He walked around Fletcher so that he could get a good glimpse of Phoebe and then waved at the half-asleep infant. She looked so comfortable and content in her dad's arms and it brought a smile to his face. Xavier then pressed a gentle kiss to Fletcher's shoulder before shrugging off his jacket and placing it on one of the couches. Xavier took a good look at Fletcher. He looked tired. "Do you need any help with anything? While you get the baby down?"

FLETCHER

Fletcher's lips lazily tugged up on one side at Xavier's reaction to the sight of Phoebe. The month-old girl really was tiny. He'd shut the door behind Xavier, keeping the warmth inside the house while Phoebe's backside was draped in a soft, fleece blanket. "She's my little tree frog," Fletcher murmured, watching the younger man peer around to Fletcher's shoulder where Phoebe's head was resting, cherub cheek squashed against a burp cloth. She had straight, dark brown wisps of hair on her head, the same color as Fletcher's. Her barely-there eyebrows were rested above her closed eyes, and her lips and tiny tongue worked in a suckling gesture despite having nothing there. Fletcher smiled softly at Xavier's kiss and then he ked the way over to the living room. "No. I've been washing some of my shirts in the baby detergent so Phoebe doesn’t get a rash or something. So I've got some clothes to fold and put up but I'll get them done later. And you're here to spend time with me, not do maid service for me." He gave Xavier a warning look and then leaned down a bit to peck his lips. There was a single basket of clean clothes--mostly Phoebe's, along with some of Fletcher's thermals and graphic tees. The TV was already on with the Roku screensaver on display. "You thirsty or hungry?" he asked, still keeping his voice low as he tugged the mobile bassinet closer to the couch.

XAVIER

Xavier kicked off his sneakers and placed them to the side, close to the entrance of the house. "Little tree frog. That's adorable." He grinned, making his way back to Fletcher and the baby so that he could admire her a bit more. He wouldn't dare touch her or anything not until he washed his hands and not while her father was trying to get her to fall asleep. He watched the two thinking about the love that was shared between the two. Fletcher was a natural. "Gosh, to think they start off so small...a tiny little princess." He whispered and watched as Phoebe rested. He followed Fletcher into the living room. "I can help with those perhaps?" But his words were cut short by Fletcher's words. Xavier could not help but chuckle softly at that only for the laugh to be cut short by Fletcher's kiss. A smile appeared on Xavier's face and he shook his head at the question. "Oh no, I'm alright. But thank you for offering." He moved to sit on the couch. "How long does she go down for at this hour?

FLETCHER

Fletcher smiled a little at Xavier's reaction to his nickname for Phoebe. "Yeah, it's wild. When she was I'm the NICU I couldn't get over how fuckin' small she was. She's still small but growing." He shifted his hold on Phoebe to better lay her down when the time came, but the more he eyed the bassinet, the more he thought she wouldn't sleep as long. He wanted her to get a good nap in and knew she slept best either in his arms or in her cosleeper upstairs. Since he was also trying to spend time with Xavier, Fletcher changed his mind on them hanging out in the living room. Following the kiss, he reiterated, "Yeah, you're not helping with that so put that outta your mind." Bending his knees slightly, he picked up the remote from the armrest and turned the TV off. "Slight change of plans. C'mon," he said, still keep his voice low as he led the way to the stairs and down the hallway to his bedroom. He glanced over to Xavier and answered, "If we stayed down there and she slept in that bassinet? Maybe forty-five minutes. But if she sleeps on me or in her cosleeper, she'll sleep a good two hours before waking up wet and hungry." He pushed his partially open bedroom door wider with his free shoulder, revealing his room to Xavier. His queen-sized bed was covered in black and dark gray bedding with the comforter pushed to one side from Fletcher getting up earlier that day. Phoebe's cosleeper was secured on one side near Fletcher's night stand. The room's only window had gray blackout curtains draped over them and were partially open. Beneath the window sat a low dresser, atop sat a TV, a PS4, and various care items for Phoebe.

His closet took up the width of the wall space next to his door; one sliding door was drawn back but the bulk of the clothes that could be seen hanging from within were Phoebe's, suspended from small baby hangers. The floor of the closet had various styles of shoes thar belonged to Fletcher, and in front of the closed half of the closet stood Dumbo's cage, currently empty due to him being at The Ink Tank. "Make yourself comfortable," Fletcher encouraged, padding around the front of the bed to the far side so that he could lay Phoebe in her cosleeper.

XAVIER

Xavier listened to Fletcher talk about his daughter. It was endearing how smitten he was with his child but who could blame him? Phoebe was a doll. "It's so scary when they're so teeny, yeah? Afraid of doing the wrong thing, holding them the wrong way. My brother has twins and they were born early so they were tiny as well. I remember holding them both and it felt like I was holding paper." He smiled. She looks like you. Has your hair. Your features" He watched them both and then held his hands up in surrender. He wouldn't be folding laundry today. At the change of plans, he nodded, leaving his jacket on the couch and following Fletcher. Xavier held the door for Fletcher as he pushed it open with his shoulder and waited for the new dad to walk in with the baby. Once in the room, he looked around, a smile on his face as he took in the space. Xavier moved to sit on the foot of the bed and watched Fletcher place Phoebe in her co-sleeper. "She's so perfect, Fletcher. Congratulations. Truly." Xavier kept his voice down, not wanting to wake her up. He glanced over to them and smiled as the little one snuggled up in her sleeping area. He thought about how quickly Fletcher had to adapt to fatherhood and how that already made him better than most parents. In that vein of thought, Xavier mused over how much of a big deal this probably was to the older man. He was allowing Xavier to meet his daughter and that in itself made Xavier feel lucky. "You know, seeing you as a dad is very sweet. She adores you and you, her."

FLETCHER

"Mhm. They're strong in a lot of ways, but so damn helpless and vulnerable at the same time." He appreciated Xavier ceding to letting the laundry be while he was there. Sure, Fletcher was tired but he would get it done and knew he hadn't invited Xavier to do anything of the sort. "How old are your brother's kids?" he asked. Once in his room, Fletcher situated Phoebe in her cosleeper, tugging a pink and purple receiving blanket off his pillow to swaddle the little girl in. He wasn't the best at swaddling despite watching the NICU nurses several times, but ultimately, he got the blanket tucked around his little girl. As soon as she was secured, he stretched out onto the bed, reaching for the TV remote off his nightstand. "Thanks," he said with a sleepy smile, rubbing an eye with the heel of his palm. Sitting up, he tugged on Xavier's arm indicating for him to join him near the pillows instead of the foot of the bed. "It’s still new to me, but I'm doing my best and loving the hell out of her along the way." He turned the TV on and another Roku screensaver appeared. "What do you feel like watching, or not watching?"

XAVIER

"Clayton's twins are three and a half now. They're amazing. Kind and special like their parents. Super intelligent too." He grinned thinking about his nephew and niece. "Proper little children. They throw one helluva tea party." Xavier chuckled softly. He adored those kids just as much as he adored his own. "Oh, I can see that." Xavier glanced over his shoulder as he felt himself being pulled in Fletcher's direction. He moved back and closer to the other, lifting his arm to place it around Fletcher's shoulder. This felt nice. Right. "I'm down for whatever. Something dumb we don't need to pay any attention to. I'd much rather give that to you." Perhaps it came off flirtatious but he meant that whole-heartedly. Talking to Fletcher every night and any time they had a chance had left him with wanting to learn more if not everything he could learn about the other man. He pulled him as close as possible and smiled, letting his socked foot tap Fletcher's. "Surprise me."

FLETCHER

"And like their uncle," Fletcher added, hearing how old Xavier's niece and nephew were and what they were like. "And they're all back in the UK?" he asked, knowing Xavier mentioned visiting family while he was there recently.

Fletcher shifted a bit when Xavier joined him by the pillows. He rested his head on Xavier's chest and looked to the TV, lifting the remote to get to the home page. After hearing Xavier's answer, he gave a thoughtful grunt and then began searching through the different streaming channels until he landed on Hulu. He'd gone to his own profile and then searched through until he found what he was looking for. In no time, Fletcher was hitting "Watch Now" to Hook. And then he reached across Xavier's middle, dropping the remote and leaving his arm draped across Xavier's torso. "Surprise," he joked in a low, even tone.

XAVIER

He ducked his head at the comment and grinned. "Yes, I suppose. They are. I have no family here. I try to see them as much as I can and they come here too. Clayton and Athena, my sister-in-law enjoy coming out to the states." Xavier rested his chin gently on top of Fletcher's head, a small smile appearing on his face as they cuddled up together. He watched the television as Fletcher browsed for a program but his mind was mostly blank. At that moment, he could only think about how nice this all felt and how easy it felt too. When Hook was chosen, Xavier chuckled a bit, his chest rising and falling underneath Fletcher. "I should have known. I've seen Hook a few times and it never gets old." He slowly massaged Fletcher's back with the palm of his hand before his fingers began to trace circles there. The fingers on his other hand, teased Fletcher's fingertips, grazing them softly but not interlocking. "Robin Williams...what a gift..." It was good that he knew the movie well enough to make shit up as he went because he needed to say anything to not look overly consumed by their light and intentional touches.

FLETCHER

"Is that hard, or is it alright since you all still visit each other?" Fletcher asked. It sounded like Xavier was very close to his family despite being on 2 different continents. Outside of his uncle, and Emiliana and Rodrigo who were extended family for him, he couldn't relate. Still, he admired Xavier having that kind of relationship with his family. Fletcher was enjoying the closeness and gentle caresses from Xavier as well as listening to the vibrations of his voice when he spoke. "It's one of my favorite movies. I could recite it line for line." He smiled lazily at the movements of Xavier's fingers. "Yeah, we sure as hell didn't deserve him." Carefully, he moved to sit up a little, just enough for him to turn his head and kiss Xavier's lips for a little while. He'd cupped a hand to Xaiver's cheek and relished in the feeling of their lips on each other's, and when it seemed like they both could use some air, he reluctantly pulled away, snagging a few pecks and then the corner of Xavier's lips before slipping back down a little in the bed to rest against his chest. His fingers found Xavier's as he draped his arm across the younger man's fit body and wove his fingers between Xavier's. As he'd done this, he was half-heartedly humming along to the school play music coming from the movie.

XAVIER

"It can be hard. My mum. Well, she's sick." He smiled softly. "Let me rephrase. She's better now. If I were in London I'd be taking care of her. We're very close all of us. My last trip was because she got to ring her bell at the hospital. Remission. I wanted to be there with her." Xavier cleared his throat softly and then sighed. He hasn't told anyone about his mother. She'd kill him if she knew. She hated pity and she hated that her kids were sad at all over it but he'd told her many times before that it was impossible not to be sad. "So, it's very nice seeing you take on this giant responsibility and act of love for your uncle. It's lovely." When Fletcher spoke about his love for the movie, Xavier couldn't help but find that piece of information endearing. "That's cute." He smiled and nodded in agreement. "Agreed." The comedian kissed the top of Fletcher's hair only for the older man to shift slightly to face him. Xavier brushed Fletcher's hair with his fingers and for a few seconds, he admired the other's face. He returned the kiss, allowing himself to get lost in the moment just like the last time and the time before. He laughed softly when Fletcher pecked the corner of his mouth and he stole a few kisses of his own before the other was back to resting on Xavier's chest. His heart was racing, full of desire to stay wrapped up this way for as long as possible. When their fingers finally laced together, Xavier brought Fletcher's hand to his lips so that he could kiss his knuckles. He smiled to himself, listening to Fletcher's humming.

FLETCHER

Fletcher listened to Xavier and made sure his eyes were on the Brit particularly after Xavier told him that his mother had been ill. "Well shit. I'm glad she's in remission. I bet she was really happy having you home for a little while." Hearing Xavier, he then said, "Thanks. There's no way I would've left my uncle high and dry or fully trusted his care to someone else. Oh, and yeah, I guess I love the guy too." He added that last part with a few light twitches at his lips. Fletcher hadn't minded partially tuning out from the movie for a little while and instead making out with Xavier for a little bit. He was tired, sure, but he was also very distracted by the smell of Xavier's cologne and the feel of his soft, full lips. Xavier's fingers in his hair had quickly become a favorite gesture that made his heart rate pick up slightly. He was enjoying all the reactions his body would have to the Xavier, even when he was sleep-deprived. After their bit of making out and the extra kisses they'd given each other, he was content being cuddled up to the younger man's side. Shutting his eyes, he was telling himself not to fall asleep but had a feeling he might lose that internal battle. Without opening said eyes, he murmured, "Do me a favor. If I fall asleep, don't let me sleep longer than the baby, okay?" Fletcher was a light sleeper so if Phoebe woke up crying, he would wake in an instant.

XAVIER

Xavier smiled listening to Fletcher. It really was such a huge green flag that he took care of Drew and Phoebe. It meant that he knew and kept his priorities straight. Xavier continued playing with Fletcher’s hair as the other seemed to get quieter. He wasn’t really focusing on the movie. His thoughts were elsewhere, mostly on the fact that he wouldn’t mind being more than just “lovers” someday and hopeful that that is where they were going. The idea that maybe it may never go there did arise in his mind and while he didn’t want to dwell on that. Xavier looked down at the other when he spoke again and nodded. “You got it.” He wasn’t sleepy so he wouldn’t be joining Fletcher on his nap but Xavier was glad that the older man was going to rest. He kissed the top of his hair and then continued massaging him there. “Hey…” he whispered once he felt that Fletcher was completely silent. When he didn’t move, Xavier glanced down and caught a glimpse of the sleeping man. A soft smile pulled at his lips. Xavier remained cuddled up with Fletcher, reaching for the controller to lower the volume a bit. He looked over to Phoebe to make sure she was still asleep and whispered. “Sleep well, princess.” He remembered that Fletcher needed to be at work in a couple of hours and subtracted an hour for him to get ready, look after the baby, and feed her or whatever he needed to do. He reached for his phone in his pocket and set up an alarm in case neither of them woke up in time. After about twenty minutes of Xavier waiting for Fletcher to be deeply asleep, he gently shifted so the man was comfortable on a pillow and Xavier was able to get up. He placed the black sheet over him and smiled, taking one more look at Phoebe. “Just getting some water.” Xavier whisperers before he’s off to the kitchen but he ran into another man which startled him. “Oh my, I’m so sorry.” Xavier chuckled softly. “Hello, sir. I’m Xavier. Fletcher’s friend. You must be his uncle Drew?” He extended his hand

FLETCHER

Fletcher felt oddly soothed by the way Xavier was playing with his dark locks. It momentarily reminded Fletcher that he needed to pay Kendra a visit for a haircut but for the time being, he was enjoying all the sweet caresses near his scalp. Eyes still shut, he was listening to the movie and was able to visualize what was happening as he heard it progress. But at some point, before Tinkerbell had taken Peter back to Neverland, Fletcher had fallen asleep. His chest rose and fell in slow, even breaths and once he was in a deep enough sleep, he'd begun lightly snoring. Xavier's shift out of the bed made him stir a little but he settled back into his sleep, arm draped across the cool pillow that now replaced the warmth of his lover's body. Meanwhile, across the hall from Fletcher's room, right next to the upstairs bathroom, Drew emerged from his own nap, feeling more rested and contemplating some work in his garden before the rain returned later on. He'd checked the time on his watch and knew Emiliana would be coming over in another hour or 2 before Fletcher left for the shop. With his cane in hand, he carefully made his way downstairs to the kitchen to help himself to some tea. On his good days, he could manage well enough with the electric kettle. But as he stood in the kitchen, he heard footsteps coming down the stairs and heading his way, assuming it to be Fletcher. But when he looked up, it most certainly wasn't his nephew. For a split second, Drew was prepared to use his cane as a weapon but before the idea could go beyond thought, he remembered Fletcher telling him about his "friend" coming by. He hadn’t expected the accent and raised his brows a little bit but shifted his cane from his right hand to his left to shake his hand--his eyes looking up at Xavier. "I am. Just Drew's fine though. And you must be more than his friend if you're coming from upstairs. Fletcher's bedroom if I had to guess." The expression on his face said, 'I dare you to tell me I'm wrong.'

XAVIER

“Drew. Got it.” Xavier smiled at the man shaking his hand and feeling slightly nervous. He withdrew his hand and then chuckled as he scratched his brow. “Well, I suppose we’re figuring that part out. More than friends is a fair assumption.” He grinned at the man. “He fell asleep, didn’t have the heart to wake him and the baby is asleep too. He looked tired. I have an alarm on my phone since he has to be up to get ready for work in about an hour. “ Xavier then added, “You have a lovely home, Drew.” He noticed the electric kettle and wondered if Drew would join him for a light lunch. He’d make sure to get enough for everyone. “I was going to order lunch for all of us. Please say you’ll join?”

FLETCHER

Drew listened to Xavier and nodded, not prying further at the moment into his nephew's relationship with the man before him. "Thanks for letting him sleep. This is all new for him and he's doing great but that need for sleep's important." Drew had no idea if Fletcher had told Xavier about their night and Phoebe's tummy troubles but he was grateful to the young man for allowing Fletcher to get sleep. "Thanks. Fletcher already show you around?" he replied to the compliment about his home. "I do love it here." While the kettle was heating water, Drew reached for the container of tea bags on the counter and started looking through the different kinds. "Depends on what you're ordering," he joked dryly, turning his gaze back to Xavier with a slow-forming smile. "I'd be happy to. Besides, we can get to know each other more while Fletcher's sleeping." His gaze went back to the container, fingering through the packets slowly until he plucked a chamomile one and started to tear it open. "So tell me about yourself, Xavier."

XAVIER

"Oh absolutely! Whenever he can get it, he definitely should." Xavier shook his head at Drew's question. "Well, no not quite but I like what I have seen! As soon as I walked in it was my first thought." He pulled out his phone and searched for the Postmates app. "Well, there are plenty of options and I'm sure we will agree on something!" He grinned. "I know Fletcher is a fan of Mexican. What do you think, Drew?" Xavier nodded his agreement. "That's exactly what I was thinking!" The comedian leaned against the wall, placing his phone on the counter until they decided. "Well, I'm originally from New York but was raised in London so I have a double nationality. I live here in San Francisco. Currently fostering two children. I enjoy long walks on the beach..naw just kidding." He chuckled. "I studied in London and eventually moved to California with my best friend. Fletcher is a friend of a lot of my friends so we ran in the same circles just never quite spoke to one another. Until recently. What about you? And you're welcome to ask me any questions you'd like.

FLETCHER

"Glad you understand that." Drew asked. He put his newly open tea bag on the counter and carefully poured the hot water from the electric kettle into his mug. He was slow so not to make a mess with his somewhat unsteady hand. "Mexican's not bad. He likes barbecue too, so if you're going with one of his favorites, either of those'll do. But he's a goddamn Hoover vacuum so if you dont go with one of those, he's bound to eat it anyway." Drew shrugged, setting the kettle back down and dropping the tea bag inside the nearly full mug. He left it on the counter so the drink could become nice and strong. Turning his back to the counter, Drew listened to Xavier and leaned on the cane. He listened to Xavier share a little about himself. Xavier answered one of the questions Drew was going to ask, which was if he'd had any kids. But he appreciated that he was fostering. The joke made him faintly chuckle once and roll his eyes. And when Xavier finished, Drew nodded. He turned a little, enough for him to dip and plunge the tea bag in and out of the surface of browning water. "I dunno if there's much to tell about me. Served in the Air Force and moved around a few times before settling in San Francisco after I was discharged. Worked some odd jobs while getting into the tattoo business. Eventually took a gamble and opened my own shop--The Ink Tank. Ran it up until about ten years ago when I got my diagnosis. I'm guessing Fletcher told you about that." He hadn't asked but merely assumed given Xavier's presence in his home. Shoulders shrugging once, he then said, "Now my life's gardening, physical therapy and enjoying my home and early retirement as much as I can." He picked up the mug around its now warm body and made his way to the kitchen table to sit. "I've got two kids--other than Fletcher. But we're not close." He'd left it at that, not being much of a fan of discussing his children's estrangement.

XAVIER

Xavier flashed the older man a smile and nodded. He wanted Fletcher to be well-rested and he wouldn't get in the way of that. "Ohh barbecue sounds nice. What are some of your favorite dishes from both?" Xavier figured if he ordered something of everything, everyone could pig in. He chuckled a the mention of Fletcher being a Hoover. "Well that's good, I like someone that can eat. Am I right?" He looked up at the man after beginning orders at two different locations, waiting for Drew to tell him some of his favorites. Xavier listened intently to Drew as he spoke about his life and gave away some details. This was nice. Xavier could see why Fletcher cared so much about his uncle Even hearing how he included Fletcher as one of his children made him happy. It reminded him of how quickly his parents took in him and Clayton. "Yeah, Fletcher has told me. I tell him that he's lucky to have you and you him." He offered the man a smile. "Gardening is nice though! I have a friend who's an expert in flowers and botany. They've helped me appreciate it. When the weather is nicer, I'd love to see it." Xavier walked over to the table with Drew and pulled the chair for the other man, waiting for him to sit to join him. "Am I ordering for four right? I think Fletcher mentioned Emiliana coming to help with Phoebe while he worked?"

FLETCHER

"I'll tell you on the condition that the next time you're in my house, you let us be the ones to feed you and not the other way around. And by us, I mean Fletcher," Drew said with a light smile despite his naturally gruff voice. "If that's a big qualifier then you've got a good eye with my nephew." Thinking about what he liked though, he said, "Sopas for Mexican. Brisket for barbecue." He accepted the chair pulled out for him with a, "Thanks," and after telling a little about himself to Xavier, he said, "Yeah, I was gonna go out there today but I guess Mother Nature had other plans." It was just as well, considering how much he ended up trying to catch up on sleep earlier. As he brought his mug to his lips, he focused on being careful but heard Xavier's question and looked overhead at the clock on the wall. "Yeah. She'll probably be here soon. Might even have some food with her since she's notorious for feeding us too." Leaning in a little he asked, "Did somebody tattoo 'helpless' or 'invalid' on mine and Fletcher's foreheads when we weren't looking?" He took a beat and then smiled a little behind his sip at his own joke.

XAVIER

"That sounds like a solid little pact there. Let's see if I continue falling in your nephew's good graces." He chuckled. and added a few more things to each cart for both choices including some vegetarian choices for himself. "It is! I love to cook and eat as well so I need someone who could keep up." He grinned at Drew. "Sopas, yum. Alright, I see you, Drew. Good choices." "I joke that every time I visit family in the UK, I bring the weather with me. Too bad." he chuckled at the mention of Rodrigo's mother feeding them both. "That just means she loves you both. It's a love language of its own." He leaned in as well as if he was about to listen to some giant secret and then chuckled at the words that had come out of Drew's mouth. "Nah, you just happen to find two people in the world that don't mind feeding you. but next time, Fletcher better be ready to cook up something good for yours truly." He smirked and then sent off the orders. "20 minutes."

FLETCHER

"If you're here at the house, then you're in his good graces," Drew assured, taking a sip of his hot tea. He listened and said, "Tell me what you like to cook." He nodded with a light smile at Xavier's reaction about his favorite Mexican dish, and went on to explain how Emiliana's cooking has spoiled him over the years. He waved off the explanation about Emiliana's love language with an, "I know." He sipped some more tea after posing his question to Xavier and then lightly chuckled a couple times. "Don't worry, he's actually decent in the kitchen and hasn't let me go hungry. Yet." ----

Fletcher woke to the sound of light stirring coos coming from his right. He was familiar now with the way that Phoebe would gear up for a good cry and would sometimes try to beat her to it. Rubbing the bleary vision from his eyes, he sat up and leaned over the cosleeper, bringing his daughter close. "Hey, tree frog. You're okay. You're okay," he softly croaked--the sleep sounding in his voice as he stood with the little girl in his arms. He'd reached over for the remote to shut the TV off, thinking about Xavier and wondering where he was. Did he end up leaving since Fletcher had fallen asleep? He would reach out to the younger man before going to work. For the time being, he changed Phoebe's diaper, and then changed his own clothes to an outfit mor efitting for work. With Phoebe more settled, he decided to take her downstairs and prepare a bottle for her so that she would be plenty content by the time Emiliana arrived. When he got near the kitchen though, he'd been surprised by the scene he'd ended up silently peering in on.

XAVIER

Xavier nodded silently at Drew's response, not wanting to think too much of it but also not being able to help the fluttering his body felt learning that being invited over was probably a big deal for Fletcher. Still, he needed to be careful with those feelings especially since it was so early on in his relationship with Fletcher and he didn't want to make matters weird between them. "I love to grill which is funny because I'm a vegetarian but I do love to have people over for a good cook-out. I also like to cook Italian and I've been learning a lot of Korean cuisine for my kids." He grinned. "Still a little rusty but they seem to like it." He chuckled again. "Well, I can't wait to try his food someday." After the food had arrived and Xavier had set out the different dishes, he passed Drew's orders to him along with some utensils, a Mexican cola, and some hot sauce. He had been enjoying the company, laughing at Drew's quips. He hoped Fletcher would enjoy what Xavier chose for him and looked at his watch to make sure the timer wasn't close to being up. He realized Fletcher still had time and fell right back into the conversation, not noticing that Fletcher had been watching for a few minutes. That is until Phoebe cooed. Xavier looked over his shoulder with a smile. "Hey, you. Sleep well?"

FLETCHER

Fletcher was listening to the conversation between his uncle and his lover, all while soothing Phoebe with gentle rocking by shifting his weight from one foot to the other without them leaving the ground. It was a sight that truly warmed Fletcher's heart. He'd momentarily zeroed in on the good they were exchanging and eating but his main focus had been on the two of them seeming to behave as though they had known each other for more than an hour or so. His uncle was like that with people though; he was beloved in their community and he suspected Xavier was similar. The man had charmed him after all, and continued to do so. When Phoebe cooed into his shoulder, he knew he'd be spotted. His uncle glanced up mid-bite and gave him a nod in greeting and then went back to eating. Fletcher tipped his chin once in response and then looked to Xavier as he entered the room, "Hey. Yeah, I did, thanks. But this rugrat was hungry. And wet. And she rules the roost now, so here we are." He rubbed an eye absent-mindedly while going over to the electric kettle and finding there was already some water in it--enough for a bottle."Did Emiliana call or text?" As he began to warm the water a little more, he took down the formula container and a clean bottle from the small dish rack next to the sink, going through the familiar motions one-handed. He picked up the kettle off the base before the water could get too hot and tested the temp while asking Xavier with his back still to the other two men, "What'd you get us?" in reference to the spread on the table.

XAVIER

"She's the princess of this castle now." Xavier smiled, still looking up at Fletcher. He wondered if he had the same adoring eyes he had when they were upstairs and if it was obvious how happy he was to see him even though they were under the same roof. "I've got a little bit of everything. Some tacos, flautas, elote, and tres leches from Gallardos and pulled pork, brisket, Louisiana hot links, some sides ...err let me look here. Oh okay, coleslaw, baked beans, mac and cheese, collard greens, and candied sweet potato from City Smoke House. Also some vegetarian mains if you're interested." Xavier then added some sweet potatoes to his dish. "How's the sopa, Drew?" He raised his Mexican cola to tap it against the older man's. "Oh, and cola too. Do you want me to take the baby for a little so you can eat. I can help with her bottle?" Xavier looked over his shoulder when he heard the door in the distance. That was probably Emiliana. "Honey, I'm home!" He heard a laugh following the announcement and the shuffling of shoes. "Remind me again, never to wear these darn rain boots. They're heavier than I am, I swear. Ah yes, I can feel my toes, again. I went to the store, got some ice cream, and picked up more groceries since the food here lasts a day here max. I also made fried platanos for a snack later. Am I talking to the wall? Is anyone ho--oh!" She walked into the kitchen, cheeks now red as her top. "I apologize, I completely forgot we'd have a guest. How are my boys and my beautiful pumpkin?" She placed the groceries on the counter before she tied her dark hair into a bun and then leaned to kiss Drew on the cheek, smiling at Xavier. Emiliana then kissed Fletcher's cheek and quickly washed her hands so she can help him when he was ready. "I saw you on television last week. Xavier, right? The sketch with the Latina mom was funny! Relatable. Fletcher, introduce me to your friend." She hip-checked the man she saw as a son and smiled.

FLETCHER

Fletcher's mouth slowly fell open, not initially realizing just how much food was spread out on the table until Xavier continued naming off more and more items. Referring back to Hook, when Xavier finished, Fletcher said, "All my favorite Never-foods." He threw a smirk over his shoulder and then scooped some formula and poured the heated water into the bottle. "Nah, keep enjoying yourself. I got her. But thanks." "Your friend here's good people," Drew said to his nephew, gathering some more of the sopes on his fork. "I know," replied Fletcher, finger pressed on the bottle nipple while he turned around and shook it. He set it down long enough to adjust his hold on Phoebe, cradling her in one arm and holding the bottle to her small lips to take it in her mouth. As she got going, Fletcher heard Emiliana enter the house and looked in the direction of the kitchen entrance. He chuckled at the abrupt stop to her introductory comments and then said, "Hey. We're good. Pheebs and I just got up from a nap a little while ago." He'd leaned into Emiliana's kiss to the cheek and then opened his mouth to speak again but Emiliana beat him to it. "You've gotta let me get a word in to do that," he quipped with a smirk and then nodded to Xavier. "Xavier, this is Emiliana--Rodrigo's mom and the closest thing I've had to one for practically a decade now. Emiliana, this is Xavier, which you've already figured out by now." He moved to take a seat beside Xavier, pulling his own chair out with his foot while one arm held Phoebe and his other hand held her bottle. He sat down beside the younger man and said, "Emiliana owns her own food truck here in town and makes the best Mexican food in The Bay." "I gotta say, this place Xavier ordered from is a good second though," Drew chimed in, giving Emiliana a wink.

XAVIER

Xavier continued enjoying his smoked portobello mushrooms. He'd remember to order it again sometime. "This is divine." He chuckled at Fletcher's reference to Hook, nodding when the new father told him he was okay. "No problem." Xavier took another sip of his drink and then reached for a napkin to clean his hands. "Here, I'll make you a plate. A little bit of everything?" At Drew's words, Xavier smiled as he made a plate for Fletcher. "Thanks, Drew! That means a lot coming for you. You're pretty cool yourself." Xavier chuckled at the animated woman's entrance and stood up to shake her hand when Fletcher introduced them. "Senora, mucho gusto." He took her hand and shook it. "Rodrigo is great. You did a good job there. This one is nice too." He moved his head to the side and chuckled before sitting beside Fletcher again and pushing his plate closer to him. "Oh is that right? I think I've heard of it! The best empanadas or so I her. I'll have to come by. " He chuckled at Drew's addition and reached for some more mac and cheese. "Gallardo's, right? Don't tell my brother. He likes to rival with every Mexican restaurant out there." Emiliana smirked and opened the fridge to reach for the pitcher of cold water. "Xavier, I'm a huge fan. You've really saved the show because it was going down the tube, for real." Her thick accent came through as she praised the comedian. "I keep saying it, you and Marcello are the best thing to happen to SNL. I had no idea you and Fletcher were friends! This is exciting." She poured herself some water and leaned against the counter to drink. It was nice to see a guest in the house. "Fletcher, honey how much time do you have before work? You better eat something!" She winked at the younger man. "How long have you two been...amigos?

FLETCHER

Fletcher watched Xavier pick up a plate to prepare for him, "I..yeah, that sounds great." He smiled a little and then looked down at Phoebe suckling down on her bottle. He hadn't caught Drew give Xaiver an approving wink before eating some more brisket. Fletcher had looked up and watched the exchange between Emiliana and Xavier. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind, but itnwas nice to see his family getting to know the person he was currently interested in. As Phoebe finished the last of her bottle, Fletcher plucked it from her lips so she wouldn't start sucking in air. Drew and the NICU nurses warned against that early on. He adjusted his hold on her, lightly patting her back to burp her and then paused to pick up his fork to eat. "Yeah, yeah, I'm getting to it. I've got about an hour but my first appointment isnt for another hour after that. I'm gonna work on payroll when i get there." The food was right at his lips when he heard Emiliana's question and gave a playful roll of his eyes. "We've known of each other for a while now. Mutual friends. But it's been a little less than a month now. A few weeks that we've been actually getting to know each other." He'd tucked into the food, occasionally pausing to coax another burp from Phoebe who was resting her cherub cheeks on his shoulder and staring calmly over his shoulder at nothing in particular. And when he had practically cleared everything off his plate, he stood up licking his lips and set his plate in the sink. "That was great. Thanks for the food, Xavier, it really hit the spot." He wiped his mouth on a paper towel and tossed it in the trash can under the sink. He turned and pressed a kiss to the top of Phoebe's hooded head. "Did Drew tell you about the barbecue?"

XAVIER

In between giving everyone his undivided attention, Xavier stole as many glances as possible of Flether tending to his baby girl. He didn't realize just how attractive that was to him. Fletcher was a great father and it warmed Xavier to the core. He felt his lips curl upwards into a smile and caught Emiliana smiling into her cup. He hoped that she wouldn't tell Fletcher and then resorted to ducking his head and smiling, reaching for his cola to sip the last of it. "I like this better than not knowing each other. For the record." He grinned and then finished off his plate. As Fletcher ate, Xavier smiled at little Phoebe, whispering Twinkle twinkle little star followed by I just can't wait to be King from Lion King. He thought she was so adorable. Xavier stood up, gathering all the garbage and his plate so that he could set the latter into the sink and trash where it belonged. "Sure. It was my pleasure." Xavier turned on the faucet to wash his hands and rinse his plate so it could sit in soap before cleaning his mouth. "Drew did!" He closed the faucet, letting the two plates sit in soapy water. "I wanted to get something we could all enjoy. Emiliana, that means you too." He smiled at the woman who moved to sit across from Drew. "Ah, thank you, Xavier. I'll have some in a moment. I was about to fight with you if you were going to wash those dishes!" She smirked and shook her head at Xavier. How's that brisket, Drew?" She smiled softly at the man, taking one of the paper towels to wipe the table down."

FLETCHER

Fletcher smirked softly at Xavier and then continued eating while Phoebe rested her head and occasionally gurgled a small, content, chipmunk-like noise for no discernable reason. Fletcher caught himself smiling again when he heard Xavier quietly serenading her. "I dunno if it's too soon to tell but she seems to love music. We usually put one of those little musical night light things on when she sleeps in her crib. Or if she's on her cosleeper with me, I'll throw on something lowkey on Spotify. He was right to suspect his uncle for the barbecue tip and smiled a little at the older man. "Thanks. I don't think I've had Mexican and American barbecue all at once but I'm not complaining in the least." "You better not," Drew quipped, carefully lifting a forkful of brisket to his mouth for another bite. When Xaiver asked him about the meat, Drew cleared his mouth enough to reply, "Like butter. But tastier. Thanks again for getting this. I know brisket's not a cheap meat so if Fletch or I have made it, it's usually been on special occasions. You know. Birthdays or something like that." Pointing his fork at Xavier, he said, "You seem to know some of the best spots around town." Fletcher chuckled a bit and went to Emiliana, offering to trade the paper towels for Phoebe. He didn't want her cleaning up after them when she'd only just arrived. Fletcher consolidated the food in the takeout containers, returned them to their bags and then set them on the kitchen counter to wipe down the rest of the table. "Do your kids like Mexican and barbecue?" He asked Xavier, figuring the leftovers Emiliana didn't help herself to could go home with Xavier.

XAVIER

“Mm mm no. It’s not too early to tell. They’ve got these little headphones and mics you can put on a mama’s belly, right ? And they can hear the music in the room or voices. She definitely loves music. It’s soothing.” Xavier was grateful he’s learned so much watching Clayton and Athena and his friends with their children. It was something he always wanted for himself. It was a happiness he never felt he could have especially when things never quite worked out for him in that department. So when Winter and Henry entered his life, he’d felt blessed he found a different kind of love first. It was as if the story was rewritten differently to fit his personal narrative. Phoebe was Fletcher’s story and she was perfect. “Oh truly it’s not problem. I love feeding my friends. My mum would cook giant pots of food because my brother would bring the entire soccer team over for dinner. It was always a table full of people. My dad would make sure we put together all the tables so we could fit. It was a riot.” He smiled at Drew. “And I’m a huge foodie. I like to try new things and new places. So yeah, always ask me for a rec.” he chuckled and then turned to see if Fletcher needed any help. Emiliana took the baby into her arms and Xavier placed a hand on the small of Fletcher’s back. “Yeah they love anything. Thank you.”

FLETCHER

Fletcher raised his brows a little listening to Xavier share knowledgably about babies and music. Fletcher highly doubted April had done that while pregnant but his lips still tugged up on one side at the affirmation from Xavier. "Thanks, that's good to know." He was happy that Phoebe loved music like he did, and privately wondered if it was genetic at all. He listened to Xavier while straightening up and felt a warmth inside. Xavier had such a good relationship with his family and Fletcher felt genuine happiness for him having that. But he was drawn out of his internal thoughts and feelings as Drew leaned purposely toward Emiliana and loudly whispered, "Both of them are parents. Both of them are foodies. Both of them love and take good care of their families. Would you look at that." He winked at Emiliana and Fletcher rolled his eyes. "Sutble," he sarcastically commented, leaving a plate and fork on the counter for Emiliana. "Since you two have the urge to gossip like a couple of old bitties, we'll give you your privacy." He went to Emiliana's shoulder to drop a kiss on the top of Phoebe's head and loudly whispered, "Do me a favor and don't take after them in that, Tree Frog." He shook his head and wordlessly invited Xavier to follow him back upstairs for the bit of time they had left. On their way up the stairs, he said, "Sorry about them. I think they're both convinced I've been lonely or some shit. And they really like you already, so... just consider this my apology and warning."

XAVIER

“I’m looking and I’m liking what I’m seeing.” Emiliana smiled, leaning into the conversation as if she and Drew were the only ones in the room. Fletcher’s response made her laugh and she rubbed the baby’s back lovingly. Xavier felt the warmth in his cheeks at the exchange and chuckled softly. He couldn’t help but laugh at Fletcher calling them a couple of old bitches and then waved goodbye so that he could follow Fletcher up the stairs. He listened to what the older man had to say and stopped at the top of the stairs. “Is there any truth to that? The loneliness part?” He was curious as he had been lonely. A little after Jeremy and a lot after he had worked through things in therapy. Content but still lonely. “And don’t apologize. I love them. They’re funny and they have a great dynamic. It’s easy to talk to them both. And besides, if they like me…that’s more brownie points and why wouldn’t I want to stock up on those?” A smug little smirk pulled at his lips. “And if I get brownie points with them…” he wrapped his arms around Fletcher’s waist. “Where does that leave me with you?”

FLETCHER

Fletcher had been two steps away from the second story landing when he heard Xavier's question and looked back, noticing he'd stopped there. "Not really. There'd been moments but not strong enough that I went actively looking for anything other than the occasional hookup. And I don't have to tell you that being busy a lot doesn't leave a lot of time to think about that most of the time. But sure, there's moments. When I'm getting in bed and don't have anyone to share that with or talk about the day with. Having to rely so much on Emiliana when it comes to Drew. I know she would never complain and because she started as a live-in caregiver, she and Rodrigo became family to us. But still. And now with Phoebe. I know I'm fucking lucky to have them and Drew to help me but ultimately, she's mine. And only mine. I sure as shit want nothing to do with her incubator and frankly, I don't ever want Phoebe to have anything to do with her because she didn't want Phoebe. But when she does something cute or starts getting to those milestones..." He trailed off and then shrugged. "Anyway. That was a long-ass answer. I'm glad you like Statler and Waldorf down there," he jerked a hand towards the stairs and then draped his arms around Xavier's shoulders. "I won't stop you from racking up those points. But trust me when I say you don't need to try. Just being yourself is enough." At the question, Fletcher said, "I thought we talked about that already, the other day." He leaned in to kiss Xavier's forehead and the middle of his nose. "I am comfortable with us being lovers. And since we already agreed we're monogamous, I'd say we're dating. But I'd like to be able to take you on an actual goddamn date. Not me falling asleep within an hour of you being here."

XAVIER

Xavier freed one arm so that he could cup Fletcher’s cheek with that hand. He listened intently to everything the older man had to say. It was obvious there was a lot on his chest. “It was an honest answer and that’s all that matters. You’re doing a great job with her. I couldn’t help but admire you just watching you with her. You’re a natural born father and she’s going to have the best life because of you and in turn, you’ll have the best life because of her. I am so proud of you. I mean that.” Xavier then chuckled at the nicknames for Emiliana and Drew. His nose crinkled slightly at the kiss and he chuckled softly. “I was merely teasing but thank you. I am comfortable with us just being us.” He laughed softly. “Well, just let me know when and where and I will be there. For the record, I liked you falling asleep on me.” Xavier kissed Fletcher’s lips and then he gently pressed his forehead against the other’s. “How much time do we have left?”

FLETCHER

"That's what I know how best to give," Fletcher assured and turned his head to kiss the inside of Xavier's hand. "Thank you," he murmured there. He was sure Drew knew this without him saying aloud but he was constantly questioning himself when it came to parenting Phoebe. Sure, he had wanted to be a parent but as he neared and then reached 40, he figured it wouldn't happen. And then Phoebe was the surprise to enter his life that he couldn't be happier to have. And now, though everything was brand new, he wondered if that might be the case with Xavier someday. It was more than just a physical draw. He hadn't let his hook-ups of the past get to know so much about him and his family or have dinner in his house. And he was actually interested in knowing more about Xavier, taking in all of the info he shared with him in person and through their texts. The way Xavier's nose was a little wrinkled when he drew back made Fletcher smile. "I'll figure something out." His smile turned crooked as his lips raised a little more on one side, "I liked it too. You're hot as hell, but also very comfortable to lay on." He met Xavier's lips and then bent his head so their foreheads could rest together. "Enough time," he assured, taking Xavier's hand and backing from the landing to lead them to his bedroom. Even all they did was make out, or if he was able to return the wonderful blow job Xavier had given him at The Ink Tank, he would take it. He closed the bedroom door once they were both inside and lowered his head enough to kiss Xavier's lips, a little fervently. Within seconds, his hands were roaming over Xavier's body, enjoying the feel of him from back to torso, to hips and ass--all the while remaining lip-locked.

XAVIER

"I appreciate it. Really. I'm all about it." He smiled at the kiss against his hand before dropping it back to his side. Xavier liked Fletcher and that's as much as his brain was able to absorb these last couple of days. Was there more there? Yeah, without a doubt but Xavier was learning more and in doing so, he knew Phoebe came first and would always come first for Fletcher just like Xavier's new life came first. "You're welcome." In reality, he was just getting to know the man, and maybe his words didn't have as much weight as say Emiliana or Drew or Rodrigo but if there was something Xavier was good at it was making sure he reassured the people he cared about. It was as important to him to tell Fletcher how good of a father he was as it was to see it happen in real-time. The funny thing about all of that is he would have never thought about that until meeting a man like him. Exploring all of that was proving to be exciting and terrifying all at once. He could only imagine what they felt like for the new father. "Alright. I'll be waiting." He chuckled, shaking his head some. "hot as hell." Xavier murmured, gaze slowly flickering up to catch Fletcher's dark eyes. He followed the other to his bedroom, that familiar, almost deafening beat of his heart picking up its pace the more Fletcher paid attention to his lips and Xavier wasn't one to miss out on the things that gave him gratification. As selfless as he was, he had a self-serving side, the side that couldn't get enough of a good thing. He let go of the well-mannered, soft persona and welcomed those lips, letting both hands spread against the back of Fletcher's head, his fingers buried in the dark tresses. He'd be breathless soon and they'd come up for air at some point but at least he'd have a grip on the other. It was his way of letting Fletcher know he'd enjoy anything and everything for as long as they had left that afternoon.

Giving his hair a gentle but intentional tug, Xavier returned the energy, kissing him as if it were the first and last time.

FLETCHER

"Yes, hot as hell. Has no one told you that before?" Fletcher asked, lifting a brow in genuine wonder. "And I'm not talking about the thirst posts you undoubtedly have all over the internet. I'm talking about someone you've been with in any kind of romantic sense." He couldn't imagine that was the case at all but maybe it just wasn't something Xavier was used to hearing? Either way, he wanted him to know he was very attractive, yes, hot. And he was expressing it as much as possible while indulging his addition to the man's extremely kissable lips. He moaned when his hair was pulled and bowed his back in a slight crouch before lifting Xavier to bring him to the bed. "I'd like to give you what you gave me in my office. Think I've got time for that." Caging his hands around the man, he continued to kiss him and pushed his tongue out to seek entry into the Brit's mouth.

XAVIER

The question left him somewhat speechless. Xavier had to really think about it. "In a romantic sense? No." It wasn't the easiest admission to make. In fact, it made him feel a little sad, confused, even. Jeremy wasn't the nicest person and his relationships before him never went anywhere. "It's just different. Something different to hear. Flattering as hell but different.. Thank you." He laughed softly, thinking about how he probably sounded like some schoolboy. Some super sad, confused school boy who felt disarmed by the flattery and attention of this really great man...and before his thoughts could form any cohesive thought, Xavier felt himself being lifted, a little laugh escaping his lips only to be silenced by Fletcher's mouth and tongue. He kissed him with the same urgency he had kissed him earlier. As if he didn't, he'd run out of Fletcher. Xavier moaned in response, unable to actually verbalize any words. His body hit the mattress but as soon as their mouths were no longer attached, Xavier brought the tattoo artist right back where he belonged. "Okay..." He whispered, trying to unbutton his jeans as quickly as possible, some laughter pouring out of him. "Fuck, there we go..." He lifted his ass, pulling down his pants and boxers enough so that Fletcher could help the rest of the way, Xavier's arousal more than obvious now. He reached for Fletcher's lips, his thumb grazing over the bottom one before releasing and propping himself up by his elbows.

FLETCHER

Fletcher had to fight not to stare. He wasn't good at masking his shock in that moment though. "That's fucking unbelievable. Were the people you dated before blind? I mean even if they were, they'd have to know that anyway..." He shook his head while making a mental note that he was going to make sure Xavier knew this about himself. It was so incredibly hard for him to fathom. There were plenty of things Fletcher was already finding hot about him in his personality and actions but physically? That was a given even when they were just at the same functions with mutual friends. But he tried not to dwell on it, especially when he was graced with Xavier's time and attention right at that very moment. He let Xavier undo his own plants but when he lifted his hips and his front ground to Fletcher's, the older man groaned and broke away from their kiss. "Already hard for me, hm?" he asked, shifting his weight to knees so that he could guide a hand between them and lift the hem of Xavier's shirt up a bit, just enjoying the feel of his bare skin before coming in contact with his firm target. He shifted down the bed a bit and bent his head to kiss low on Xavier's abs, past his belly button and to his pelvis before coming to the base of his cock, pressing his lips there. He swiped his tongue slow there and then took Xavier's balls in his mouth, one side and then the other, back and forth with slow caresses of his tongue.

XAVIER

"I don't know. What's wrong with them, right?" He tried to make light of the conversation that seemed to genuinely bother Fletcher and Xavier too. They'd table the talk for now. Xavier didn't mind diving into his history but this was definitely not the time. Not when he was enjoying himself so much and not when time was such a thief to them. It was easy to get lost in all of this. Fletcher was going to drive him a bit mad at this rate. At Fletcher's words, he smirked and replied, "Please, don't act surprised." He rolled his eyes playfully, a soft grin pulling at his lips but that was quickly wiped off his face as Flether left his trail of kisses. He chewed the corner of the inside of his lip, his body shivering slightly at the touch. His dick was sensitive to the kiss and Xavier let out a soft groan as Fletcher went to work. He kept himself propped, his gaze fixed on his lover, making a full mental picture of it all. Her brought his hand to his face, stopping to bite down on his index finger. "That's--that's nice, baby..." Baby It was the first time he had used that pet name.

FLETCHER

Fletcher chuckled huskily, "If you insist, but...Jesus, I'm a lucky sonofabitch right now." He was enjoying himself trailing kisses down to Xavier's cock and after some attention to his balls, he glided his tongue up the underside of Xavier's dick from base to tip, circling it a few times beXavier smiled, cheesing at Fletcher’s words. There was something about the way he talked and the things he said that made Xavier always want to hear him talk. He tried to restrain from bucking his hips in response to the Fletcher wrapping his mouth around him. “Fuck that feels good…” Xavier breathed, choosing to caress the shell of Fletcher’s ear before letting his hand massage the older man’s hair. His hips rocked gently but he tried his best not to throw off Fletcher’s rhythm.fore taking him into his mouth. He started with some shallow sucking, just a couple of inches and letting out some soft moans as he went on. One hand rested on Xavier's inner thigh while his other hand held his length as he steadily took more of him into his mouth.

XAVIER

Xavier smiled, cheesing at Fletcher’s words. There was something about the way he talked and the things he said that made Xavier always want to hear him talk. He tried to restrain from bucking his hips in response to the Fletcher wrapping his mouth around him. “Fuck that feels good…” Xavier breathed, choosing to caress the shell of Fletcher’s ear before letting his hand massage the older man’s hair. His hips rocked gently but he tried his best not to throw off Fletcher’s rhythm.

FLETCHER

Fletcher found an easy pace and his head began to bob as he went deeper, hollowing his cheeks and taking Xavier in more, simultaneously sucking a little harder as he went. He dug his fingers into the tender flesh of Xavier's inner thigh and momentarily withdrew his lips in exchange for his hand cuffing Xavier's length and running his hand up and down for a bit. "God you're so big. I love it." He soon alternated back to his mouth taking Xavier, letting the other man's dick feel the vibrations of his throat as he moaned again.

XAVIER

Fletcher was obviously experienced which Xavier found to be a turn-on. He found himself caught up in the moment, unable to think past Fletcher. His fingers gripped the sheets on the bed and he closed his eyes so that he could enjoy Fletcher's mouth. "It's all for you..." Xavier managed to muster up a few words but it was all futile. There was no sense left in him. His brain was mush. "I'm so close..." His dick twitched at the vibrations and he moaned Fletcher's name. He was mindful that there were other people around, keeping his voice as low as possible. Xavier felt his climax build and the shivers run down his spine. "Shit, Fletcher!" His lips formed a small "O" as Xavier shot his load into that beautiful mouth. "Oh shit...oh my God..." He panted, letting himself come down from the high. "come here..." He picked up Fletcher's chin. "Come here..."

FLETCHER

Hearing Xavier tell him that his cock--in all its erect glory--was all for him had been such a turn-on for Fletcher. He surged on with sucking the younger man off and the moment his seed spilled into Fletcher's mouth, Fletcher swallowed and sucked him clean, flicking the tip of his tongue on Xavier's tip. He was steadying his own breath while trying not to think about having to leave for work soon, or leaving for work with a tent pitched in his jeans. He kissed the side of Xavier's dick and then rose from his knees, looming over Xavier with a hand on either side of his head. He kissed the corner of his lips and then kissed him full on his lips so he could taste himself.

XAVIER

He was out of breath and still dizzy from the euphoric sensation in his brain. Xavier could do that again and he’d return the favor and they’d continue this cycle of pleasure until they grew tired of each other. Saying goodbye to him was slowly becoming his least favorite thing. He sat up to meet Fletcher’s kiss, tasting himself as he did. “You’re amazing. Thank you…” Xavier then pressed his forehead on Fletcher’s shoulder and chuckled softly. “Don’t want you to gooo” he smirked and began pulling up his pants and boxers.

FLETCHER

"Funny, you literally took the words right outta my mouth." He smirked and kissed Xavier again, and then shifted out of the way so Xavier could situate himself again. Fletcher had to slip a hand in his own boxer briefs to adjust himself a little but he was quietly thankful he wasn't gonna have to go downstairs or drive to work with a painful hard-on. "I don't wanna go either. Trust me, the temptation to call out is so goddamn strong right now." He stood between Xavier's knees and cupped both sides of his face. "Maybe one day." He bent his head to kiss Xavier on his lips, savoring the moment for as long as possible to draw out their goodbye a little longer.

XAVIER

Still, trying to recover, Xavier felt lighter. He'd sum it up to it being a long time since he'd had any sort of physical connection of this type and not to the fact that he really was starting to catch feelings for the tattoo artist. His smile never wavered especially when Fletcher spoke. He loved how witty and smart the older man was. The entire experience of being here with him from cuddling to talking to and spending time with his family was great. He wrapped his arms around Fletcher's waist, looking up at him with pleading but playful eyes. "It's okay...to be continued, right?" He brought back the words he had used when they first kissed and Xavier closed his eyes to relish in their closeness

FLETCHER

Fletcher stayed standing in front of Xavier and glided his fingers along the comedians shoulders. "Yeah. To be continued." His voice lscked gusto innthose words but he knew it was what had to happen. Bringing his hands to settle in Xavier's, he asked, "Can I walk you out to your car?"

XAVIER

Xavier smiled softly, catching the tone in Fletcher's voice, turning slightly to kiss his arm. "Of course you can. Come on, baby." he stood up and took Fletcher's hand in his before walking toward the door and down the stairs. When they reached the living area, Xavier made sure to say goodbye to everyone, stopping to whisper to Phoebe as well. "Thank you, everyone. I had a lovely time meeting you all. Next time, Fletcher cooks." He chuckled and gave his lover's hand a squeeze. He stepped into his sneakers and grabbed his letterman jacket so they could leave. Xavier put his jacket on and then pressed the button on his key fob to open the suicide doors of his Mclaren. "I loved spending time with you today."

FLETCHER

Fletcher walked out of the room and down the stairs with Xavier, pausing for him to say his goodbyes to the family. He caught Drew wink to him behind Xavier's back and Fletcher rolled his eyes before escorting Xavier out to the driveway. "I did t-" The car parked beside his Mustang made him come to an abrupt stop. "That's your car?" He pushed a set of fingers into his chair while slowly approaching it. "Holy shit, what a beauty."

XAVIER

Xavier smiled, walking after Fletcher toward his care. "Thank you. I like your Mustang. that's also a beauty." He stepped to the side. "Climb in. You know, when we have more time, you should take her for a spin. 0 to 60 in 2.8 seconds. I feel like you'd appreciate that." He chuckled. "You're a car guy, huh?We have that in common."

FLETCHER

"Thank you." Fletcher shook his head while his eyes were still on the car, "If I get in right now, I won't wanna get out." He smirked a bit at himself and then brought his gaze to Xavier, folding his arms across his chest. "Yeah, I've heard some great things about McLarens. But, wow. Yeah, I bet it'd be amazing to get to really open her up." He chuckled once, amazed and then said, "Let me let you go before I take you up on that offer against my better judgment." He turned to Xavier and dropped a quick kiss on his lips before backing up, "Talk to you soon, yeah?"

XAVIER

Xavier twirled his keys on his fingers as he listened to Fletcher, finding his enthusiasm incredibly adorable. "I got you. Trust me, I understand." He grinned, looking over his shoulder at his car and then back at Fletcher. "Next time, then." He smiled at the kiss, already missing the other man. "Yeah, talk to you soon." He climbed into his car and closed the doors, his gaze on the other for a few seconds before he started his engine. He waved before making his way out of the driveway. Xavier looked back once and then shook his head before chuckling. He could get used to that.

#para: meet the fam #flavier

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Just the reader taking care of her (big beefy)man after a long mission 🤤

Awhh Toji needs some love just as he gives to us, I decided to go a comfort route for this request,,, idk it just kinda happened lol, I hope you enjoy!

Cw: soft!Toji, mentions of blood, open wounds, medical supplies (scissors, gauze, pills), panic attacks, anxiety, crying, comfort + fluff, + Toji being a dad lowkey

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It's night when he comes home - chilled air still runs through the open windows of the living room and there's a sloppy patter of rain that runs along the roof of the house.

You always find these moments to be most comforting in the face of wait for Toji. The nights almost always seem the same; as if the two of you are stuck in an endless loop of cloudy skies and freezing air - yet in the midst of it, it warms you, a deep heat that sits in the pool of your belly.

You're eating brownies when the old creaky door to the house crawls open; you can hear soft grunts and curses come from the hall, a shuffling of shoes and carpet. Smiling, you swallow your bite as you grab a slice for Toji - he likes the corner pieces the best.

Toji doesn't like to talk about the missions, doesn't talk in general when he gets home from the rawness of it all. Not that you mind, its a comforting quiet that dwindles with the seeding rain on the roof.

Its become an unspoken routine - a silence that sits in the house and crawls up the walls, enveloping the two of you in comfort. You know he needs this. Needs the reminder that he still has you, that you're still here, even after all he's done. You can feel his mind grinding his thoughts into dust, he doesn't think he deserves you.

You remind him everyday that he does. He protects you and loves you and feeds you, and in turn, you feed him, love him, and protect him too.

He comes to you exhausted, thick raven hair matted with dried blood, tight black shirt ripped to the side where a large bloody gash is visible from beneath the torn fabric. Legs nearly shaking as he struggles to hold himself up, using the wall for support.

Your worried eyes look him up and down, hurriedly placing the cut brownie piece to the counter and rushing to his side, helping him to stand upright.

He hisses when the pads of your fingers accidentally run along the open wound of his ribs making you whisper a quick apology before you're pulling him up the stairs and into your shared bathroom.

Placing him onto the seat of the toilet, you grab a medical bag from beneath the sink, your movements are sloppy, bandages, creams, medicines, and ointments spill to the cold granite floor.

You feel like crying - you just want to help and you can't even get a stich out without losing your cool, though, you hadn't even considered the fact that you'd have to be the one to stitch him up. With little to no sewing practice, let alone medical experience, you were starting to panic.

You hadn't noticed Toji calling to you softly, his voice only breaking through your heavy wall of thoughts when his hand ran over your shoulder gently, "y/n," he started, only to wince and furrow his brows in pain.

Standing up, you grabbed what supplies you could and stood between his spread thighs, looking over the damage to his body as best you could. He continued to talk as you did so, large hands holding your hips as though to ground you - he knew this was scary to you, for him, yeah it fuckin' hurt, but this was all new to you, he didn't like bringing work home with him, and he'd be sure not to do it again.

"Sweetheart," he grabbed your small wrist as you reached to cut away the bloody fabric, "Sweetheart," you ignored him, opting to pull your bottom lip between your teeth, fighting back the heavy flow of tears that threatened to spill over your soft cheeks.

"If I could just-" you struggled, trying to find the right angle to approach before Toji was moving you off of him, cupping your face in his hands.

"Baby, I'm okay." He spoke intently, eyes never leaving your watery ones. "I know its scary, honey, but I've been through worse," he gave a light chuckle, ignoring the pain in his ribs to comfort you, "Trust me, it looks worse than it is." That wasn't true.

You only nodded, sniffling as you let yourself fall to your knees softly, "I just wanna help," you cried.

"Honey..." Toji cooed, running a hand over your forehead, he waited a few seconds, contemplating what to do before cupping your jaw in one hand, the other still pressed against the gash.

"How about I do the fixing and you hand me the stuff I need, huh?" Grabbing the scissors from your hand gently as he spoke.

Nodding, you wiped your tears with the back of your hand, "Yeah, yeah, okay."

You sat on the floor, organizing the spilled contents of the medical bag as Toji worked on his wound, occasionally groaning or hissing; each noise would make you cringe.

"Gauze?" Toji's large hand stuck out in wait. Quickly, you grabbed the roll of bandage, placing it in his hand, Toji pulled away quick as to not let you see the dramatic scene of his hands - it was ridiculous honestly, his hand was drenched in dark blood, like corn syrup from a movie.

You continued to organize, sometimes bringing a hand up to pet at Toji's thigh, not wanting to subject yourself to the details of what he was doing. He'd bring the back of his free hand down to run along you knuckles before pulling away to keep working. Overall, the two of you were in the bathroom till about three in the morning when Toji finally finished and took a shower.

You had put on one of Toji's shirts and your pajama bottoms, deciding that sitting downstairs where you and more open space would be helpful for you. The bathroom was big but the state of panic your mind had put you in only made you feel like the walls were closing in on you - like the fucking dry wall was peeling and falling into the air, like you were choking on the air around you.

Toji came down a little later to see you sitting on the couch, snuggled into the cushions with a blanket and a cup of hot chocolate.

"Hey, sweetie," he stood behind the couch, draping himself over the side to cup your face, turning your face towards his. "You okay?"

You nodded tearfully, to which Toji stood up and walked around the couch, pulling your cup of cocoa from your small hands to place it on the coffee table before picking you up and holding you in his lap.

Straddling his hips, you threw your arms over his shoulders and sobbed into his neck, heavy and thick cries coming from your throat.

"Shhh..." Toji ran his hand in circles over your back, "You're okay, honey, I'm okay, we're both okay."

He could feel you nod into his neck, only to continue crying. Toji only sighed, kissing the side of your head and letting you cry as he comforted you.

Later that night, while you were still sniffling, cheeks raw and eyes swollen, feeding one another brownies on the leather couch, Toji made a promise that he'd never bring work home like that again, not if he could help it.

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mazuwii · 2 years

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AOT characters when you hurt yourself

This is an improved second chapter of the first because the last one was shit (all the beginning chapters are shit lol)

My job interview is tomorrow so this was a great way to distress, I'm so scared, but I need the bag...

•Levi:

He's like a strict mum who only knows what tough love is. Sure he has a straight face but man his eyes widened and he let out the funniest gasp when he witnessed you fall from such a height. You couldn't help but giggle upon hearing it.

On the other hand, he didn't find it so funny, he thought you'd be dead, knocked unconscious, but thank god you were only whining about the pain, grateful for landing on the soft grass.

He's always attentive and watchful but after you get treated for your minor injuries, prepare to always have his nagging voice around you anytime you want to do anything wreck-less.

"Y/n L/n, where are your knee pads and elbow pads at?!" Like gees, you're riding a bicycle not a damned dragon. Besides, he makes you wear the ugliest helmet. It was Dora the explorer themed, heaven knows where he got it from.

•Eren:

He'll first laugh his ass off about your major failure of a backflip, landing on all fours with the pain electrocuting you from the knee above. While you may be squealing in pain, he'll take his sweet time in coming to you with help. And by that I mean he'll sling your arm over your shoulder and help you back inside all while wheezing his lungs out.

One you two go inside, he'll play doctor by tapping the places that hurt and kissing them. Even going as far as to wear a pink maid headband and speak with a high pitched NPC anime baby voice. "There! Now Y/n all betteeer!" You'll hold in the urge to laugh and roll your eyes at how annoying he's being.

"Eren, I love you but these kisses aren't doing shit."

He gasped, hand on his chest as if you had insulted his entire bloodline. "How dare you doubt my kisses?!" He coughed, "I mean- Y/n san has made Eren Chan awll sad~"

"Quit that discord mod shit and fetch me an ice pack or something.." you shooed him off, watching victoriously as a petty Eren got off and mumbled under his breath, something about not being appreciated enough and how certain people have been spoilt rotten.

You ignored your sassy boyfriend and threw a pillow at him to speed him up. "Oh and fetch some ice cream too!"

•Bertholdt:

It was a chill Saturday, in which you and all your friends were playing rounders in the park. Zeke aimed the ball towards you, throwing it perfectly. With a clean hit of your bat, the ball flew straight into the air.

Before anyone could catch it, you took off, hoping to get this round. However, your chances were outnumbered when a rock strongly embedded into the ground had decided to ruin your day.

Bertholdt had seen it a second before you tripped over it, his panicked squeak was two seconds late as you had already landed in a painful position. While your friends laughed their asses off at your pain, he rushed over to you, arms flailing like a rare breed of anime girl.

"Y/n, you alright? Can you walk?"

"No..." you hissed under your breath, holding onto your throbbing ankle, the pain was irritating, but not as irritating as the suppressed laughter in the background. "QUIT LAUGHIN AT ME YOU DEGENERATES!" You wailed angrily. It didn't prove to be intimidating since everyone just burst out hysterically- except for Bertholdt, who ran to get his small bag.

From there you could see him pull out a few bandages.

"Oh come on Bert, she sprained an ankle she didn't lose one!" Reiner's comment only made you glare daggers towards him. "You wouldn't understand the pain so shut up, imbecile."

"It's okay, Y/n." Bertholdt kneeled in front of you, "I'll take you home, I can put an ice pack on your ankle, it'll feel better in no time!" He offered you a kind smile.

"Thanks Bert." You suddenly grabbed his face and kissed his cheek, making him slightly lose composure. Despite his obvious shyness, he gave you a flustered grin. "Anything f-for you... here, get on."

•Reiner:

The both of you were on a hunt to find your pet cat, the one who ran off into the woods while you both were admiring a small blue flower in the midst of all the dirt and crumbled leaves.

Reiner had spotted the cats furry tail, his face lit up, taking off to catch her before she goes rogue again. However, you were so shocked and excited that you two had leapt to capture her- not seeing the barely hidden hole buried deep into the forest floor.

With a terrified shriek, you fell to your misery- and your agonised legs. Who would do this?! Your brows furrowed in anger, quickly knitting together in pain again. "Reinerrr!"

"Hey Y/n! Look who I got! Ehehe..." he grinned, holding onto the grey unbothered cat. "I didn't even need to grab her or anything she jumped on me." His giggling slowly faded as he arrived back where he left you, failing to find your out-of-breath silhouette anywhere.

"REINERRRR!" You cried, "Help!"

"Dove?" He squatted over by the hole, only to be met with your soaked puppy eyes. "It hurts..." you whimpered.

His confused expression rose into mischievous smirk, which quickly escalated into loud chortles when you yelled at him for laughing at your pain.

"Calm down sweetheart, I've got you."

It was no surprise that he managed to lift you out of there using his outstretched arms, only heaving once you made it onto his lap. Your cat curled on your chest, licking at your dirty cheek.

Even through the pain, your little kitty forced a laugh out of you with her little paws kneading your body. "Not now Tootsie-pie." Reiner gently lifted her off. Gazing back at you. In those golden eyes, you could see a glint of comedy in them, his lips pursed tightly. He wanted to laugh again, didn't he?

"Stop that!" You hit his arm as he burst out hysterically again. "How did you even end up in there?" He wiped an oncoming tear.

"Some dumbass must've laid a trap, now come on... take me home... my legs hurt."

"That's just an excuse for me to carry you isn't it." He bluntly cocked a brow.

You gasped in return, "Why would you accuse me of doing something so- yes, yes it is- BUT DON't ACT LIKE YOU DON'T ENJOY IT!"

His cocky smirk carved back onto his handsome face, scooping you up into his arms while he stood up. "Lucky for you, I do."

And so the both of you returned back home with Tootsie on your trail, not without Reiner's small joking threats. "What if I tossed you back in there?" You could tell he was going to make a swift body movement to scare you, so you held tightly onto him and held tightly onto you.

"Reiner don't you dare- AH!" Your squeals were like music to his ears, fuelling his loud and hearty laughter. "IT'S NOT FUNNY!"

•Jean:

Jean could see it coming, but he really didn't want to miss out on such a funny moment. You were texting on your phone, as you were all day, depriving Jean of any attention. What was so important that you couldn't see him- or even worse, the incoming poll right in front of you.

However, you somehow dodged it. Jean eternally sighed, for some reason wishing you had hit it. "Haha." He heard you suddenly say. "You bastard, why didn't you warn me?! I know you could tell! What if I hurt my head?"

He rolled his eyes, "because you didn't"-

Before he could finish his sentence, you tripped over a faulty pavement brick, falling straight onto your naked knees. Jean couldn't tell whether he wanted to chant the word Karma at you or laugh and point at you. So he did both at the same time.

"You little fucklet!" You yelled in defeat, rubbing the small stones off of your bleeding knees. It hadn't hurt like this since you were 10 years old. "That's what you get for ignoring me all day!"

"I wasn't ignoring you damn it!" You sighed. Your lack of argument had slightly taken away his humour. Instead, he felt bad.

"Here let me help..." he squatted in front of you, only to have you push him over. "Go away! Mean bastard." You slightly teared up, the small scars stung, you weren't used to sliding your bare skin against the rough pavement.

"Baby, I'm sorry! Don't cry! I'll make it ip to you!"

You raised a brow in suspicion, putting him on edge. "I promise!" He added.

And so, you allowed him to give you a piggy back ride home, not minding the pain so much anymore.

•Armin:

Armin had been explaining a theory while you two take a walk down the street, you had heard something so shocking that you didn't notice the upcoming stairs and tripped.

He didn't even notice until he heard you grunt distantly, turning around to see you hunched over to hold onto your leg.

To him, the best giveaway that you're in pain is tears, so he immediately checks to see if you're crying, huffing out in relief that you're okay.

Limping back home, you insisted that he was overreacting as you didn't need help walking- or hospital.

•Erwin:

Bad things always seem to happen when Erwin disappears. It was only a few minutes when he went back inside to fetch some seeds, ones he wanted to plant on the side of the garden.

While you were working on trimming some high hedges, having to use a ladder to do it. It wasn't a difficult job, it wouldn't be- if the sun wasn't so vibrant today. As you squinted and removed your focus for one second, you could feel your balance start to wobble, the ladder failing to hold its ground.

Before you knew it, you had fallen right on your back, forcing a loud cough out of you. The grass was soft enough to not do too much damage- still, you couldn't deny that it hurt.

You glance to your side to find the gardening tool had stabbed into the dirt, terrifying you about the other outcomes of your dumb accident.

By the time Erwin comes back, he's shocked to find you sprawled out on the grass with the ladder shut close on the floor. He puts everything down and rushes over to you, holding out a number of fingers. "How many fingers do you see?"

"Erwin, I'm okay, I don't have a concussion." You reassured, groaning slightly when he helped you sit up. "Let's take you back inside, you may have been hurt severely." He bluntly picked you up and carried you inside, calmly suggesting that he calls your doctor. You quickly shut him down though, telling him that you were okay

•Zeke:

This was important to both you and Zeke, and your prides. A bet in which that if you both won this race, you wouldn't be the couple that takes part in a humiliating challenge.

With Zeke's leg tied to yours, and his arm sling over your shoulders, you could feel the overwhelming confidence that you'd both win. So much that you could ignore Porco's bragging and insults as he held onto his girlfriends torso.

Not Zeke though, he was making jokes out of it, infuriating Porco. Those two would argue all day if it weren't for Marcel loudly clearing his throat.

"Now now..." you could tell he was trying his hardest to not insult the living hell out of Zeke and Porco, but like an older brother, he kept it in. "This is a three legged race, so are all of you sure the knot is strong and tied safely?"

"Yes." You all whined, wanting to get it over and done with.

"Right then..." he lifted the whistle to his mouth, "on your marks... get set... GO!" As soon as the whistle went off, so did you and Zeke.

Except, like two idiots, you both took off with your right legs, causing the both of you to collapse into an awkward yet painful position.

At this point, you didn't care about how Porcos team was well ahead, all you could do was cry in pain as your ankle bent over, your knee twisted against the floor.

"Fuck! We lost- oh shit Y/n! Are you okay?!" He quickly untied the knot, rubbing your ankle with his warm hand. "It hurts it hurts!" You whined, weakly pulling it away from him.

"We should have said which leg to use first.. ah for the love of..." he winced as he stared at you moaning, clenching the grass with your clammy palm.

"Hey calm down, we'll get it sorted out, there's no need to cry"-

"I'm not crying damn it! You are!"

"Only because we're going to have to do that stupid dance together now! And film it too on top of that!" Zeke growled towards Porco, whom stood at the finishing line with a proud smirk.

"You're really blaming me?" You whimpered, "you gorilla bastard."

"Of course not sweetheart." He kissed your head. "Here... let's take you home... Marcel, a bit of help?" He called over the brunette.

They both helped you to a bench, where Zeke observed your ankle, touching it gently despite the deep frown on his face. "It's not injured or anything, you're fine, thank goodness... here, get on my back." he sighed.

•Porco:

You guys were doing an early morning jog just for training and because he refused to slow down you had to catch up breathlessly, your legs shaking every time you took a two-second break.

Somehow, without realising. the final step you had taken came out wonky and your feet slightly bent to the side, starting up a loud wail in your throat.

Meanwhile Porco was about to tell you to hurry up, resulting in him turning around to find you on the floor, barely holding back tears.

"Shit Y/n!" He ran to you, wondering what went wrong. "You can't take care of yourself for one day huh?" He sighed, leaning closer to help you up.

"This was your fault! Why did you run so fast ahead of me!" You cried, "Like shit, who do you think you are?! Sonic the hedgehog?!"

"Shut up and lean on me." He grumbled, slinging your arm over his shoulders and holding onto your waist. "I'm never training with you again, this is so humiliating." You sniffled, limping along with him.

"I'm sorry... it's not my fault you're so slow but I'm sorry, I'll go at your pace next time..."

"Promise?"

"Promise." He sighed, kissing your cheek once he set you down.

•Hange:

-hello??? Mum friend?! -she carries bandages around everywhere she goes -Quite a headcannon but it seems like it -the moment the harsh football fit your face she ran to your side to check for anything and a cut on your cheek had developed -blowing on it before patting down a plaster on the booboo -when you get home it'll get treated properly with a nice healing booboo kiss

•Pieck:

You didn't notice your shoe laces undone and your dumb self was glaring at the grey sky. Pieck tried to warm you to not take another step but it was too late as you had already landed on your naked knee.

"Aw Y/n..." she knelt beside you, "I tried to warn you, silly klutz." She giggled softly, "here, get up, let's fix that knee up, hm?" She held her hand out.

Once you had gotten home, she had completely babied you, pinching your cheeks softly and kissing you all over. "Did me falling over turn me into a child or something?" You sarcastically joked."

"What's so wrong about treating my little klutz right?" She kissed you again.

•Mikasa:

-you were pushing a wheelbarrow full of the weird compost dirt shit Mikasa told you to help around with. -it was so heavy though you didn't realise you were going at a high hill and before you knew it you slipped and the wheelbarrow tipped over with the stinky dirt going everywhere -"Y/N!!" She gets worried fast even if you're sitting there seriously like ಠ_ಠ -will carry you home and does not take no for an answer -is serious until you explain you just scraped your knee but she thinks it can lead to a bad infection so she'd take you straight home from there -very gentle with applying disinfectant, it stings but it isn't as bad as always.

•Mike:

You were getting period cramps, horrible period cramps. It was so late in the afternoon, you were sure you'd make it to the night without any pain but alas, here you were, rolling into a foetal position in your bed.

"Miche!" You cried out, clutching onto your stomach. "MICHE!"

Somehow, the large man showed up in front of the bed in under ten seconds, a worried frown plastered to his face.

"Help me." You panted, "I'm dying... help me..." you held your hand out, asking for some support.

Miche took your hand and laid you into a less curled position, huffing out a small laugh through his nose. "You'll be fine, the pain will go in under ten seconds." His palm gently squeezed yours.

"Can I get you some painkillers and water?" He mumbled, his thumb stroking your cheek, wiping the small beads of tears away.

"Pleasennngh..." You could barely nod, or even speak without groaning in between words.

After you took the meds, the pain slowly wafted away, the soft air from the windows washing your painful warmth away, at last, you could black out after such a long time of pain.

The last thing you felt was a kiss on your forehead and being tucked into bed.

•Sasha:

-She doesn't even know that you tumbled down that small cliff in the forest you were taking a walk on until 5 seconds after when she turns around and panics -"Y/N?!" She screams until she hears a distant grunt from the very bottom. You landed on grass and hit a few rocks on the way down so you were fine -runs down the cliff no problem and ends up falling on top of you by accident.

•Annie:

-both you and her were cooking something and you were chopping lemons when you noticed annie making funny faces with orange slices as her eyes which she only does when you're both alone -you were giggling and all until you felt a sharp cut pierce through your index finger, you quickly yelped and sucked on it -the fact that you got lemon juice inside the wound didn't help💀 -the girl blames you for not paying attention and holds your hand while running it under water, gently wrapping a plaster around your finger.

•Kenny:

-He yelled from downstairs about how you needed to come quick and so you practically leaped off of your office chair and ran down the stairs, tripping over your own feet on the eighth step and tumbling down -you could hear a small wheeze from above you and you glared at the old man barely holding in his laughter -probably makes you lay down in the same place for a while so that you don't hurt yourself further and proceeds to take out his phone to show you a picture of Levi with kitten ears. -"Is this what you wanted to show me?!" You gasp, frowning. He nods his head with a mischevious smirk. -"just wait till my headache heals you sucker." You hiss at him.

•Niccolo:

-He was trying to teach you how to ride a bike when you had gone on pilot mode the moment he let go of you, foolishly assuming you learnt how to ride a bike but instead of riding in a circle, you rammed into a tree -"Y/N! Y/N!" He'd clumsily rush towards you like a mother, "Oh lord- Y/n you're such an idiot! C'mon, get up." He slung your arm over his shoulder and helped you back inside. -You guys ever seen how an Asian mom behaves? He'd start force-feeding you tea because it has 'healing purposes' and treats you like a dumb baby

•Colt:

-"Y/n!" He chuckles at your mini mistake which had led to you sprawled out on the floor. "Sorryyy I didn't see your untied laces- shit, here let me help you"- -He's very helpful and manages to make you laugh at your silly stumble -If it was that bad he'd 100% let you on his back and ask if he can make it up to you.

•Yelena:

-She slowly turned around at the sound of your small grunt when you hit a pole, holding your head like an idiot. -"I always told you Y/n." She says as she comes closer to check if it's red, very obviously holding back a laugh, "Pay attention to your surr"- she starts wheezing at you, earning a glare.

•Moblit:

-He does not waste any time in messily sprinting towards you with the most scared look on his face after you had fallen off of the tree trunk. It wasn't that high but it was high enough to give Moblit a scare -Probably does that doctor thing where they pat certain areas and ask if it hurts before being sure he can help you back inside.

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mollysolo · 2 years

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Sam Kiszka request: cuddles, just cuddles and fluff

Good Days

Pairing: Sam Kiszka X fem!Reader

Summary: You and Sam decide to spend your day off cuddling in bed.

Warnings: None except for Sam squeezing the readers butt once lol

Please Note: Sam Kiszka is a real person that I have never met and the way I’ve written him should not be seen as anything but a work of fiction.

Word Count: 568

a/n: i hope you like this blurb!

A soft smile appeared on your face as you slowly awoke that morning in Sam’s warm arms like you did every single morning, silently admiring the way he still looked beautiful in this moment even though his hair was a complete mess.

You reached up to push some of his hair out of his face, making him unconsciously scrunch his nose up and whip his head around so that he was facing away from you.

He then stirred a bit as he proceeded to press light kisses to your shoulder while his arms reclaimed their home around your soft waist and he tightly pressed his chest against your back. His arms fit perfectly around your waist, like he was made just for you.

You traced the sharp shape of his jaw with the pad of your thumb while you whispered his name in an attempt to wake him up, “Sammy.” you whispered a few times, not wanting to be the only one awake right now.

He softly mumbled your name to you in response to you waking him by saying his name. A soft smile appeared on his face whilst he continued to wake up with each passing second, slowly rolling you over so that you were facing him as he let consciousness take over him again.

You took a moment to enjoy this silence as you draped your arm over Sam’s bare back and pulled him closer to you to the point where your ribs were now firmly pressed together.

And during this silence you had been enjoying by smiling as your eyes fluttered shut and you kept holding Sam close to you, Sam decided to do something to make you a bit more awake this morning.

When Sam had noticed that you opened your eyes and had began to pay attention to the way his chest rose and fell with every breath he took, he slid his large hands down to your butt and gave it a firm squeeze, making you gasp while he chuckled.

Your cheeks blushed a bright red while you looked into his eyes and matched the smirk that had rolled out across his intoxicating lips. You then pressed a kiss to his lips but pulled away the second you felt him kiss you back as your own little way of teasing him.

“What do you want to do today, baby?” he asked you with a subtle smile as one of his hands found your cheek, his question reminding you that you both had the day off today.

You furrowed your eyebrows for a moment as you thought about what you wanted to do for Sam’s first day off in a little while, causing Sam to grin at you, you always looked so cute to him when you were deep in thought.

“I just wanna stay here, in your arms, pretty boy. At least for now.” you said, mirroring the grin he had on his face while you were thinking.

Sam then shifted one of his hands to your back and brought you as close as humanly possible to him before he responded to your suggestion, his face sliding into the crook of your neck, “Sounds like a plan, my love.” he replied, ignoring the way you calling him pretty boy made him blush.

You hummed with satisfaction as you rested your chin on Sam’s shoulder and let sleep take over once more.

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jazz-miester · 2 years

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Hello ✌🏼✨

I was seeing that you write for MTMTE. I have something in mind and would like to request it, if that's okay. A human who helps Rodimus' crew and she was fascinated by Megatron's Holoform when they first met, and one day she discovers that he has been writing very hot poems about her. I'd like to see how far this goes! Megatron's Holoform is so hot!!

Thank you for the request! I hope it's alright that I decided to do head canons of this instead! And i'm going purely off of the images i'm looking at on google right now lol. I haven't gotten that far into the comics yet. I hope you enjoy it lol. I have a migraine right now but also didn't want to ignore this! But I hope you enjoy! And that this is what you meant.

So most likely you're going to be a liaison between the Autobots and the rest of earth.

Mostly just a peacekeeper between the two. To help both the bots and humans understand each other culturally. In the best way that you can do.

When you first go to meet the Captain's of the Lost Light, they, mostly being Ultra Magnus, thought it would be easier on you if they used their holo matter avatars rather than the giant titans they are.

And it was. To a point.

I mean. You've always been into older men.

A couple centuries older than you former warlord was no different.

Right?

The more you interacted with him the more the feelings of attraction grew. More than just. Oh wow he's hot. To. Holy shit do I actually care about him?

At first it was the way he carried himself both in and out of his Holo Matter form.

Straight and tall. Broad shoulders thrown back. Tall and languid. Moving almost like water when he walked.

Those eyes spoke of something ancient and knowing. Filled with some sort of regret.

He looked strong. Capable. So sure of what he was and were he was going.

You and Megatron interacted a lot. More so than yourself and Rodimus who would rather put the work on you and Megatron. It wasn't that he didn't care. But, surprisingly, Rodimus was the first to notice the influence you had on Megatron. And the way you practically looked like you wanted to eat him every time you saw him.

Megatron would grow to care for you as well.

When he first saw you all he could think about was what he had done. To your kind. What if you had been one of the many humans to fall by his hand?

He would have never met you.

Never would have gotten to know of your humility. Your kindness that you give to him time and time again.

He would have never gotten to see you. The most beautiful thing he has ever laid his optics on.

And that scares him.

So. In the spirit of being Megatron. He never told you. Rather used you as the muse in his poetry. The only thing he could turn to without worry.

He just never expected you to find it.

You didn't either. You know of his poetry. He's told you. Just. Not the bits about you. So, when you find it in a stack of data pads given to you.

Well. You're both flustered and honored at the same time. For him to think such things about you.

And when he came running in. Flustered and embarrassed. The sight of you holding the data pad in hand.

He was too big to fit in your room normally. So holo matter it was.

And he spoke to you. Told you of his feelings. No point in hiding them now. Especially since you're literally holding them.

And you tell him of your own feelings. Of the love you hold for them.

"You'll have me. Truthfully? Even after all i've done."

"I know what you have done. But I also know what you are doing now. I won't forget the past. But it doesn't mean i'll disregard the present. Not if it's you."

#macadam #mtmte megatron #megatron x reader #anon

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Mcyts helping a trans masc after top surgery. (Part 1)

Tw:swearing, pain pills, some hints to vomiting, fluff as well.

Wilbur

This simp...

Makes sure you regularly drain your drains, take your medication.

You dont even have to get the fuck up, I mean he's your personal butler until the doctor gave you the okay.

Three times a day you get a smoothie. He can tell that you dont want to eat because of the pain.

The least you can do is drink something to nurioush you while you were in pain.

If you're embarrassed about having to sleep on some dog pee pads for the drain. Dont be.

Wilbur may not understand but he will constantly comfort you. He'll even make a video to tell his viewers he won't be posting for a moment. A personal issues came up and that is all they know for now.

Also when cold he'll try to keep you warm by very, very gentle cuddles. But any sign of pain and he's off of you and getting you warm blankets and heating packs.

His sweaters? Now all yours. You have no say. He will give you one every day knowing you find alot of comfort in wearing his clothes.

The last thing he wants is you in pain. Especially if it was caused by him.

Your testosterone shot? Dont worry he's got it for you.

He doesn't want you to get up unless you needed to go to the restroom or you were itching to get up.

If you dont take it slow he will threaten you.

This is a threat. He will make you sit back down if you tried to get up and clean.

All in all he is a simp and your butler.

Technoblade

Technoblade may not know what to do but he will try.

He's quite nervous but when he realized you havent eaten and needed something in your system for your pain meds hell make you something soft and light on the stomach.

Are you cold? He'll cover you in a blanket and just sit next to you. Floof senses you in pain and cuddles you more then technoblade.

Techno was a bit butt hurt but knew that you needed alot of support right now.

With his height his clothes are either tight or loose. But his hoodies are always huge. And very fucking comfortable.

His scent relaxed you and helped you sleep at night.

He is a hidden simp.

He will make sure you're comfortable. If you want him to he'll sleep with you in the living room.

When you start walking him and Floof are constantly following you. Just to make sure you are safe and comfortable.

You cant help but love your two boys.

His streams and videos are already inconsistent but he did say his next video or stream might take a longer time.

But if you dont mind then you'll sit near him while he streams. If you needed anything he'll get it.

You saying hi to chat. They know you're in pain by your tone.

And anyone he's in a call with will ask what's up. And when you tell them they'll understand and they'll hype you up.

It warms techno's heart when his friends hype you up.

God this closeted simp is melting internally.

Schlatt

He will tease you.

Pictures are taken and spread around the internet like a wild fire.

Caption to those pictures?

This dumbass just got out of surgery and didnt expect to feel like trash lol.

But off camera he's quite the nice guy. Reminding you to drink your water, getting you soft foods or soups, heck he give you some of his pushies from his youtooz.

And this behemoth of a man will give you his shirt or hoodies.

You are with him when he streams or records.

There is no say.

He wants to keep his eyes on you and make sure you are comfortable and safe.

Lowkey dragged you bed into his recording room, you were just vibing in the corner.

You meds are on a set schedule. If the time lands when he's on stream he doesn't think. Just gets up grabs your meds and a premade smoothie.

With that he gave them to you.

Watching you swallow that pill because you can be stubborn with pain meds.

Returns to the stream.

Yells at chat for calling him a simp. He told them you were in pain and it's the least he can do for you.

Will low key rub your back off stream. As sleeping while sitting up us hell on your shoulders.

Jambo is all over you, soaking up the attention he can get while you were immobile.

Schlatt would glare st him for taking away his S/O.

When it came to you wanting to walk he will let you.

If you hurt then this man would laugh and tell you to sit your ass down. You are going anywhere just yet.

He's gonna carry you when you are in as much pain.

He's tall and there is no stopping him.

It makes him feel a bit happier due to the fact you aren't hurting as much, and still getting to the place you needed.

Also he will hug you if he sees you are uncomfortable. The hug is very soft and unlike him.

But at least he is trying.

He also keeps his yelling down, doesn't want you to make too many stiff movements. It would hurt the hell out of you.

Tommy

Ok. Hear me out, butler.

He see the pain you are in and as one of his best friends he wont let you do anything.

Your parents were out of town after your surgery and it wasn't their fault their work called in suddenly.

So you were sent over to Tommy's for the three weeks they were out.

Tommy would let you relax on his bed, heck even sleep on it as well.

Doesn't care if your drains stain the bed. That's an easy clean up and he wants you to be comfortable.

He does still stream. Because it's something he does for a living.

But he'll try to keep it a bit quieter.

You once walked out of the room when he was streaming. You looked like a gremlin, hunched over while you had to take a piss.

When you entered you were greeted by wilbur, techno, and phil telling you they hope you heal fast.

"It only gets better from now on (y/n). Take it easy alright?"-wilbur

"Congrats mate, just relax and dont forget to focus on healing."-Phil

"Yo you got the surgery. Pog. Stay healthy (y/n)."-techno

You melted lightly. A small smile graced your face.

It brought you joy and there was nothing that could compare to it. Honestly.

It seemed almost every day someone tommy knew was hopi g a speedy recovery.

He once yelled at chat for saying you should suck it up.

"CHAT THEY JUST WENT THROUGH SURGRY. LEAVE THEM ALONE!"

You forgot that your parents were even out for those weeks.

Tommy would definitely understand slightly that it would hurt to constrict your chest.

"You cold?"

When you nod tommy is up and handing you one of his hoodies. They are big and comfy. Easy to put on too. So they are perfect.

His two dogs, Walter and Betty?

Expect them in his room curled around you. Dogs know when humans feel pain and when they need something to comfort them.

The stream kind of enjoyed that.

They got wholesome content from you and dog content.

Win win.

Tommy will make sure you have your meds.

If it lands during a stream he blacks out the camera and carefully gets you the things needed for it.

Get you a best friend like tommy.

They wont let you do much when in pain.

Tubbo

He doesn't fully know what to do. He went and spent a few nights over at your house.

Your parents asked his parents for help so they sent over tubbo.

They made a list but the poor boy couldnt read it.

"A sm-oosthie with their pain pill... what the hell is a sm-oosthie?!"

It took him calling tommy to ask him to tell him.

"Tubbo. It says smoothie and who is this fo-."

He hung up before tommy could finish and made the smoothie.

Your cat was quite cuddly.

When he walked in your cat was on your lap.

"Tubbo? When did you get here?" Oh yeah it was a surprise.

"Not too long ago. Your parents left and asked me to help."

He was doing it in all good.

But he scared you so badly.

He bought you a stuffed animal...

It was a huge minecraft bee. And by huge I mean huge.

Like here's the stuffed animal.

Ignore the child. I wished there was a better picture.

But yeah you get the point.

Tubbo may not know how to help you fully but he's trying.

Tommy came to visit with wilbur and phil.

Tommy was meeting up with them and you lived close to wilbur.

When they saw you laid up in bed, tubbo trying to find out how to help with your medication phil kinda went father mode.

You got homemade soup to take your meds.

Tubbo was quite happy to see you smiling and lightly laughing.

When they left you felt better.

Tubbo may not know how to do alot but he tried his best. And you loved every moment.

You got you best friend to help you. And nothing was better then that.

Ranboo

Ranboo spent the night and all you guys could do was joke about the pain.

The jokes were quite self deprecating too.

All night you guys were up.

You couldn't sleep because of the pain and he didnt want to sleep due to the fact he didnt want you to be alone.

So you two were sleep deprived and your parents were concerned. But understood you two didnt want the other to feel bad.

After you healed a bit your parents got called into work. Leading to you spending a few days over there.

Ranboo streamed a recorded with you in the back ground.

He forgot you were there once and he turned on face cam. There you were in the background nose deep into a book while wearing one of his hoodies.

You were freezing and your shirts were a bit too tight.

He just gave you one of his and that was that.

"Whis in the background?"-dono

"In the background?" He turned around to see you just reading your book.

"Oh. That's one of my friends. They had a surgery a week ago."-ranboo

He turned to you, "(y/n) say hi to stream."

Looking up you waved.

"My gay mind went brrr at the idea of no sacks of fat. Now body do the big pain."-(y/n) 2021

It brought a laugh to ranboo and his chat.

You joked through the pain. It was funny.

Dream

What is this I see? He's a simp indeed.

Low key he's answering your beck and call.

He's smothering you in love.

It may not be physical affection but it is still affection.

Your hoodies are replaced with his.

They are huge and comfy.

He saw something online that reminded him of you.

He said it was cute and decided you needed it.

You loved it. It helped you sleep.

Since sapnap lives with him he sends in sapnap sometimes because he's recording or has to get something that wasn't in the house.

Also when you found the zipper you unzipped it and found dream stashed some gift cards and little trinkets in it. Along with a note.

'Knew you would of found this.'-Clay

It shocked you kind of.

But you loved it. It was quite comforting that he gave his affection in these ways still.

Even if it wasn't physically.

Patches is on you 24/7.

She's cuddling you and being very gentle on you.

Low key she won't leave you though, she's following you everywhere, on your lap, sitting there when your on the toilet.

She's clingy. More clingy then before.

But it warmed your heart.

If george visits then he'll see a little gremlin making a b line to the bathroom.

All because the pain made your stomach feel upset.

And you hadn't eaten anything because of pain.

Dream is quick to rush in and see what's wrong.

You were sitting on the ground in the bathroom. Needless to say it didnt end well and you hated it.

"Baby. Do you want me to get you a smoothie and your pain meds?" You were grateful.

After leaving the bathroom you lightly hunched over you noticed the British man in your living room.

You watched his videos.

You waved lightly with a smile.

"Oh sorry (y/n) I didnt tell you george was coming did i?"

Your look told it all.

"Sorry you have to see me like this." You had the urge to apologize.

"No dont be sorry. Surgery is painful."-george

With a small nod you went back to your room and relaxed.

George

He didnt know what to do at all.

He answered your requests.

But he didnt know why you needed that thick ass blanket in the middle of the summer.

But now you have it.

Your stuffed animal that was left in the living room?

It's in your arms by your side.

He's sad it wasn't him in your arms but understood it would cause you pain.

He just lightly lays in your lap.

It brought you comfort and him comfort.

Your germilin ass tended you get up and walk at the weirdest time too.

3am?

Your are going to get a snack.

5am?

You are on your way to the toilet.

7am?

Your once more in the kitchen getting something to eat with your pain pill.

George slept through it and was confused when you weren't in bed like the doctors told you to.

He's quite meticulous with your meds and eating habits.

He doesn't push but makes sure you have something with that pill.

Hell try to help you with your bandages. But sometimes got queasy at the blood and stuff.

It was okay with you though.

You didnt mind that due to the fact that you too got queasy as well.

I think you guys sleep through this alot.

Wilbur and tommy visited.

You was shocked and confused when they had a few get well soon gifts.

Tommy got you a small fidget toy, just something to do with your hands sometimes.

Wilbur got you a few books and a small stuffed toy.

It was a orca.

You loved it but still loved the one that george got you.

He got you a little wooloo one.

It was something that was soft and easy to cuddle.

But the books wilbur gave you were amazing.

It gave you something to do for a long while. And it gave george some more cuddle time.

Other than not knowing what to do george was a great source of comfort.

Sapnap

Sapnap is a bit more experienced with it.

Kind of knowing what to do and all together he just know more then most people.

There is a regular schedule for you meds and so called meals, he changes out the dog pads if he notices them dirty. He knows how to maneuver himself next to you so there was no pain.

He also sucked up that he would be overwhelmingly hot and sat next to you under the blanket.You weren't nearly as cold because of that.

Also since sapnap lives with dream I imagine that dream pops in some times and so does patches.

You all were probably best friends as children. And people always thought that you and dream would get together.

Only because you two were more touchy.

But you saw him as an older brother, and took a liking to sapnap.

Dream was really suportive and saw you as a little sibling.

Dream probably saw you not doing to well and made you something to eat and brought your pain medication.

That was because sapnap was sleeping next to you.

Patches curled up between to two of you and dream brought in something you hadnt seen before.

A roll away bed.

This mother fucker got a whole new bed just so he could sleep in the same room as you and sapnap.

"Sapnap is a heavy sleeper. What if you need something?" He was correct.

You woke up to pain and discomfort.

Dream woke up but sapnap didnt.

You were mainly cold though...

How the hell were you cold with this man radiating radiation the heat of a thousand suns?

No clue. But probably the anesthesia since you were in sapnap room dream just opened the closet and tossed his hoodie to your lap.

You woke up sapnap when you put on the hoodie on accident.

He pushed up against your shoulder a bit more and draped his arm over your lap.

"What's wrong?" Sapnap mumble made you stiffen up. Dream seemed to fall back to sleep too.

"Just a bit cold." He lightly nodded into your neck.

"Mmmmmm. How though."-sapnap

"I dont fuckin know."-(y/n)

He let out a sleep chuckle and seemed to fall asleep again.

You just sat there. Patches and sapnap on you lap technically.

Sapnap woke up and made you breakfast at some point. You were in and out of it due to barely any sleep.

Dream woke up as well. You didnt even know when they left. But patches stayed with you.

Those weeks you were treated the best with these two with extra cuddles from patches.

I didnt know there was a max amount of paragraphs. But hey I guess it's something you find out sooner or later. So there is going to be a part 2. Including some character I missed.

#wilbur x reader #georgenotfound x reader #jschlatt x reader #dream x reader #sapnap x reader #tommyinit x reader #tubbo x reader #ranboo x reader #mcyt fluff #techno x reader #technoblade x reader #mcyt

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