I'm curious about a m!reader who also is really tall or big like Duncan and meet each other, maybe in the inn or Lyonel's tent? I despise almost every m!fic out there has reader be flimsy or just taking on the "girl" role as if it's a heterosexual relationship, if you know what I mean?
anon ask:: I'm curious about a m!reader who also is really tall or big like Duncan and meet each other, maybe in the inn or Lyonel's tent? I despise almost every m!fic out there has reader be flimsy or just taking on the "girl" role as if it's a heterosexual relationship, if you know what I mean?
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a/n:: yes i know exactly what u mean oh my goddd i hate it when they just portray the reader as more delicate and fragile. i hope i wrote this as good as you'd expect, ive been on writers block
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it had been another night inside the baratheon tent, you had just arrived yet it already felt as tiring as if youd had been there the entire night. your awkward yet gigantic presence already had been caught by lyonel which had been calling your name the entire time. you straightened up and made your way towards his table.
“Evening m'lord.” you greeted him with a small nod of your head, placing your hands idly at your back, staring down at the happier man.
“Evening Ser Y/N, you look rather… unpleased today don't you? What happened? Horse shat on your face today?” He laughed out loud before you let out a polite chuckle, relieving some of the stress you've built up.
“No, just a long day M'lord.” the confession made him hum, almost understanding, you couldn't really tell. A thought formed onto Lyonel's complexion, you watched as he got up with a smirk that screamed bad news.
“Why don't we find a mighty lad for you ay? Could be good finding someone to chat with, or perhaps… someone to squire?” His gaze drifted towards someone else in the crowd, you were about to object until you saw the knight in question.
he looked as lost as a giant in an ant hill and you couldn't help but grow curious. he managed to be as tall as you were which was shocking to say at least. Lyonel noticed your staring which made him laugh.
“Ohhh, you're interested! I can see the height difference won't be a challenge will it?” He laughed as he pat your shoulder, almost falling onto the table before pushing you towards the other male.
You awkwardly stumbled forward, mingling into the crowd, hitting something solid in front of you before grimacing, thinking lyonel had humiliated you. You quickly looked down and were met with someone's chest, you looked up towards the knight you had seen before. An unfamiliar heat came towards your face while you blushed deeply.
“Oh- I'm so sorry Ser.” You two managed to say before you chuckled awkwardly, taking a moment to admire the other's face. He had cute blue eyes that made you want to drop to your knees and say sorry for whatever had made him upset, his small worried frown was so reassuring it was scary. You stopped staring, looking around before you asked.
“I, I am Ser Y/N, you are..?”
“Ser Dunk– Duncan. Ser Duncan The Tall.” He said, confidently. Your heart might've just melted into your remaining organs and flooded your body completely.
“Might have met your match then.” What the fuck was that? The sappy line nearly made you cringe in front of him, about to apologize for speaking without thinking first until he laughed.
“I reckon I still surpass you Ser.” He said with the kindest smile you've seen. Oh seven hells, he was beautiful.
“By an inch no?” You chuckled as you noticed he might've been at least three inches or more taller than you, you cleared your throat.
“Well, what were you doing here, Ser.. Dunk?” The name didn't sound really convincing or matching, it sounded quite ridiculous actually, didnt really sound like a proper knight, neither did he honestly, it matched him though.
“Are you truly going by Ser Dunk? Are you mad?” You reflected on the name now, chuckling without noticing him get awkward now, flushing a bit out of embarrassment.
“It's just a nickname Ser.” He said with a small confused frown, you stared at him with a raised eyebrow. it slowly dawned on you that you couldn't properly think before you spoke, it was sickening.
“You're here for the tourney I presume? You're gonna bring everyone down if you participate.” You praised him with a small nudge to his bicep, noticing how his ears flushed a pink.
“Im inexperienced, wouldn't do much I believe.” He confessed, shaking his head slightly.
“Wouldn't do much? Look at you! I know a giant when I see one, believe me.” You gestured to your surroundings, both of you being the one duo that stood above everybody else, being taller and much thicker than the rest.
“I appreciate it, Ser.” He said with a small pull of his lips, grinning with some resemblance of glee, you both stood in an awkward yet comforting silence. You breathed in and out.
“You like to dance?”
“Doesn't everyone?” He said, chuckling as you made your way towards the dance circle, gesturing for him to come closer. He shuffled his way towards you as you both began to dance, he was very clumsy, as if he never knew his body could move like this.
It was pitiful, you couldn't help but slide your arm under his and take the lead, spinning each other around only to keep repeating the same movements, dancing along to the rhythm of the band.
Characters - Isaiah Nash & Nicholas Slovacek (Boots)
Fic Type - Fluff oneshot (Nash x Slovacek)
Synopsis - Isaiah and Nick have their first study date together!
Content - Nash & Slovacek studying together; the two being a comedically dysfunctional duo; college AU; established romantic relationship
Note - This fic went through development hell; I had gone through about five other ideas until I eventually landed on this one. This is the first fic I've written in about a year and a half, which means it's probably gonna suck, so please bear with me.
Heads up! This fic contains a bit of swearing (because Slovacek lol).
Isaiah's bedroom floor was a mess of scattered books, papers, and pencils. In the center of the chaos sat Isaiah, cross-legged and deeply engrossed in a textbook. Off to the side, Nick sat with his back against the wall, legs spread out and staring blankly at the space next to his boyfriend's head. They'd been like this for almost an hour, and hardly a word had passed between them. Isaiah had somehow been reading that same textbook the whole time, while Nick had nothing to entertain himself with except for one small chip of paint in the wall. But he could only stare at that for so long before becoming bored out of his mind.
"Y'know, when you said we were goin' on a date, I didn't think you meant this."
His boyfriend finally looked up from the textbook for the first time since he opened it. "Sorry, did you say something?"
Nick huffed. "We've been sittin' here for over an hour, when are we actually gonna do somethin'?"
"We are doing something. We're studying, remember?"
"You mean you're studyin'."
Isaiah gave him a questioning look. "You haven't been studying this whole time?"
"What's it look like?"
"Nick, midterms are next week," said Isaiah. "If anyone should be studying, it's you. Especially with the grade you have in math right now."
"Then why'd you say we were goin' on a date?" asked Nick.
"This is a date. It's a study date."
"Well, it's boring as hell. I haven't been able to make a single sex joke this whole time," said Nick, earning an eye roll.
"Not every moment together has to constantly be filled with the sounds of your voice," Isaiah said. "Sometimes, it's nice to have a little quiet time."
"You're tellin' me you don't miss the sound of my voice?" Nick asked, a cheeky grin spreading across his face.
"Like hell I do," he responded jokingly. Nick frowned. "Aw, why? Do you miss the sound of mine? How sweet," Isaiah teased, closing the textbook in his lap. "I will say this, you've actually been surprisingly quiet. I thought you'd be way more distracting."
"Me too, honestly."
"It's almost concerning that you weren't."
Nick scoffed. "I'll say. My handsome face should've been distracting enough, but you were too busy makin' eyes at that book instead. What have you been readin' for so long, anyway?"
Isaiah picked it up and showed the cover for his boyfriend to see. "Psychology Applied to Modern Life. I got the psych midterm first thing Monday morning."
"Good luck with that," Nick said sarcastically. He paused for a bit, then muttered, "I say that, but you wouldn't even need it."
Isaiah smiled at the compliment. They paused for a moment, then he asked, "Wanna quiz me?"
Nick's eyes lit up for a split second before he brushed it off with, "Oh finally, somethin' to do." He got off the wall and scooted closer to Isaiah, now sitting directly across from him. Isaiah opened the textbook, flipped to a page, and handed it to Nick, pointing to a section of practice questions. Nick read them over a bit, then looked up. "You ready?"
"Yep."
"First question---what is psychological adjustment?"
Isaiah took no time at all to answer. "The set of psychological processes that allow humans to adapt and cope with changes in everyday life."
"Right. Second---what's the principal advantage of experimental research?"
"Uh, it lets the researcher draw conclusions about cause and effect?" asked Isaiah.
Nick grinned. "Right again."
The two continued on, with Nick asking questions he didn't even understand and Isaiah getting every single one correct. After they finished, Nick closed the textbook and handed it back to him. "Nice work, Apollo."
"Thanks, Rocky. Now it's your turn."
"My turn?"
"Yep. If I remember your schedule right, you have your algebra exam first."
"I do?" Nick cocked his head to the side, thinking for a moment before widening his eyes. "Oh fuck, I do."
"And knowing you, you're not going to take extra time out of your day to study on your own." Isaiah nodded toward Nick's bag, which had been slumped against the wall, neglected since they first started. "Go get your textbook and we'll work through some problems together."
"I have a better idea," said Nick slyly. "I say we ditch this whole thing and go get some shakes at the diner. I heard they're buy one, get one fifty percent off for a limited time."
"Sure, we could do that---but only after we've finished studying," said Isaiah, causing Nick to groan. "Nice try, but if you don't want to flunk your midterm, you're gonna have to put in the work."
"Can't I just cheat? I've done it plenty of times before," he pleaded.
"No, not on my watch." Nick gave him a dirty look. "Looking at me like that's not gonna help you. You're not getting out of this."
"Fine." Nick got up, retrieved his textbook, and sat side-by-side, shoulder-to-shoulder with his boyfriend. He gave him the textbook and let him skim through the pages.
"Let's see here, is there anything in particular that you're struggling with? Anything that sticks out to you as something you might need to work on?"
"Everythin'."
"All right, off to a great start already," said Isaiah, flipping back to the table of contents. "Do you at least know what you guys are working on in class?"
"Uh... somethin' to do with square roots and fractions, I think."
"Okay, I think I found what we're looking for...page 60," he muttered, going to the correct page. "All right, this seems like a good place to start." He looked up at Nick. "First things first, what do you remember about this unit? If anything at all."
"Uh..." Nick's gaze trailed over to where the wall in front of him met the ceiling, as if that spot held every answer he was looking for. "You start out with fractions, and some of 'em have those square root things, and uh, you need to do the square roots first before doing anything else."
"Do the square roots?"
"Yeah, like make 'em smaller, I mean. Simplify 'em."
"Are you comfortable with doing that?" asked Isaiah.
"Sure, that shit's easy enough."
"All right, after that, what do you do?"
"Depends on what it says to do," Nick replied. "Multiply or divide."
"Good. Do you remember how to multiply fractions?" Nick shook his head. "What about dividing them?"
"Nope."
"I'll help you out then." Isaiah took out a scrap piece of paper and began explaining the process. Once he finished, he asked, "Does that make sense?" Nick nodded. Isaiah flipped the paper over and wrote on the back. "I'm gonna give you some practice problems to work on. If you have any questions, make sure you let me know."
"Got it." For the next few minutes, the only sound that could be heard was the furious scribbling of Nick's pencil. It was strange. Normally he wouldn't have been able to pay attention to anything school-related, let alone math. It just never came naturally to him, nor did it ever make much sense. But the way Isaiah explained everything, the solutions to the problems became a whole lot clearer. It was like a switch had been flipped, though he wasn't sure whether it was due to the explanation itself or if it were just because his boyfriend was the one helping him. Either way, he was feeling a hell of a lot better going through these equations, and they'd only been working on them for a short time.
Once he was finished, he put his pencil down. Isaiah, who'd been patiently waiting, looked over. "Ready for review?"
"Yep."
For a few quiet moments, he studied the paper. Anticipation welled up in Nick's chest. Why did he care all of a sudden? He'd never been antsy to figure out how he'd done on a problem set, mainly because most of the time, he already knew the answer. But right now, he couldn't help but pray that he did at least halfway decent.
All of that anxiety melted away as soon as Isaiah spoke. "Wow, Nick, you did a great job!" he exclaimed with a smile. "There's a mistake or two on one of them, but overall, you did pretty well." He handed the paper back over to Nick, who was now grinning ear-to-ear.
"Well, will you look at that," he said. "I'm not that stupid after all."
"You're not stupid, period." Isaiah cupped Nick's cheek in his hand and gave him a kiss on the bridge of his nose, right where his scar was. "All you really needed to do was focus. Once you did that, the rest seemed to come easily to you. How did you feel about those?"
"Not too shabby," Nick responded with a smile---not one of those shit-eating grins he normally gave, but a warm, genuine smile that only a few special people were able to see. "Thanks, Apollo."
"Don't mention it, Rocky."
The two of them leaned close and kissed each other. Isaiah's hand moved to the back of Nick's head, and Nick wrapped both of his arms around Isaiah's torso. When they pulled away, Nick's eyes glittered with delight. "Does this mean we can go get those shakes now?"
Isaiah chuckled. "Don't get too excited, we've only just begun. We still have a few more sections to go before you're anywhere near ready to call it a day."
Nick rolled his eyes and sighed. "Fine," he agreed with contempt. But deep down, he really didn't mind. Suddenly, the thought of studying didn't seem so bad, especially if he had Isaiah there to do it with him. The milkshakes could wait. For now, at least.
you should defo do slovacek x reader, maybe some fluff? 🥹
Slovacek In Love HCs
Character - Nicholas Slovacek (Boots)
Fic Type - Headcanons (Slovacek x gn!reader)
Content - Slovacek having a crush on the reader/falling in love with them and how he goes about dealing with it and expressing it
Note - Happy Valentine's Day! I hope your day is wonderful and filled with love (be it romantic, platonic, familial, or purely self-love). Here's some fluff to enjoy alongside your favorite candies/chocolates!
Gif by @sleazymermaid
- Before you came along, Nick wasn’t the type of guy to want to be “tied down” in any way. He’s had a few flings here and there, but those were only temporary—just a way for him to have some fun for a little while. He never considered entering an actual relationship, nor did he ever picture himself wanting to. It just wasn’t his thing (or so he thought).
- As soon as he laid eyes on you, he was smitten, not that he wanted to admit that to himself. Immediately, Nick will come up with twenty different excuses to go strike up a conversation with you. He’ll attempt to dismiss his interest in you by thinking of you as “just another fling”, despite knowing full well that a fling has never made him feel this way before. He’s a smooth talker, so expect tons of cheeky flirting and flattery on his end. The least you’ll be getting out of that interaction is his phone number (the most would be going back to his place, if that’s something you’re interested in).
- It’s safe to say he’ll initially be in denial about his feelings. Nick will do everything in his power to shove them down or play them off as something less serious than they actually are. It doesn’t matter that the sound of your voice is like music to his ears, or that your smile alone could brighten his whole day, or that he wants nothing more than to simply be around you—he’ll stubbornly sit and ignore it for as long as he can. Luckily for you, he can't do that for very long at all. No matter how badly he wants to convince himself that you don’t mean that much to him, Nick is head over heels for you. Give him a week or two, and he’ll come to terms with this fact.
- Once he does, Nick will frequently ask to hang out with you. It doesn’t matter where you are or what you guys do, he just wants to pick up any opportunity to get to know you better. You pique his interest unlike any other person he’s met, so you bet he’s going to want to know everything about you. With every new thing Nick discovers, his feelings for you become stronger and stronger.
- You'll be on his mind all the time. Suddenly, it's like everything he sees somehow reminds him of you. Something random he saw at the store? He'll think of the fact that it's your favorite color. Some guy walking down the street? He'll get reminded of a story you once told him. A blank wall? He'll stare at it for a while, imagining it was your face in front of him instead. Initially, it kind of annoys him, as he has difficulty concentrating on anything else, but that feeling eventually gives way to joy from having you in his life.
- Nick is way happier around you. He smiles more, his shoulders are relaxed, and his eyes light up every time you enter the room. Nick could be in the worst mood possible, but as soon as he sees you, he's already forgotten what he was upset about.
- He'll constantly sneak glances at you without even realizing it. If you happen to catch his darting eyes, he'll pass it off as a joke before going right back to doing it once you look away again.
- Nick will try to show off at any given opportunity, especially if he gets a chance to show off his strength. He wants to impress you in whatever way he can, even if it's through something as trivial as doing a ton of pull-ups.
- He'll start flirting with you at the most random moments just to get you flustered. Out of the blue, Nick will call you gorgeous with a dumb grin on his face just to get a rise out of you. If you flirt back, he'll play it cool, but you'll notice that his cheeks are just a little more red than before.
- Just because Nick has a crush on you doesn't mean you're exempt from his teasing. If anything, you'll probably end up dealing with it more frequently just because he loves getting a reaction out of you. He's always playful with it though; it never reaches a point that would actually be hurtful. He knows what boundaries are, and with you, he'd never dare cross them.
- Speaking of which, he's normally a tease, but when it comes to your safety, he gets serious real quick. It's like a switch has flipped, and suddenly Nick's gone from a goofy dude to a guard dog within seconds.
- His temper's already on a hair trigger, but if somebody says or does something to you, he'll lash out at that person without a second thought. To him, you're one of the few people in his life worth fighting for, and he has zero tolerance for any disrespect towards you.
- Nick's a physical guy, so he'll definitely always try to find ways to touch you somehow---an arm snuck around your shoulders, a hand resting on your upper back, a hug that lingers for a little longer than normal, etc. All of these are things that'll hint at his endearment towards you.
- He'll do small, subtle favors for you---paying for stuff if you go out together, fixing stuff for you, letting you borrow something of his. Each time you thank him, he shrugs it off and says something along the lines of "Don't mention it."
- Every so often, a sense of doubt will creep in. Should he even be doing this at all? Is he just wasting his time? Does he even deserve to be with someone like you? But it doesn't take long for him to brush it off. If there's a problem with him, then he'll just fix it---plain and simple.
- It's very subtle, but since you've met, he actively tries to be a better person. Nick only does it for your sake. He's got a lot of flaws and he knows it, but you make him feel like he has a chance at improving himself. It'll take a lot of time and effort, but to him, you're worth going through all of that. You've captured his heart completely and he wants to be the one by your side. Nick refuses to let anyone else take that spot, and he'll do anything to prove to you that he is worthy of your time, attention, and affection.
omg hiii i noticed u put boots in ur fandoms and i wanted to know if u could write a male reader fanfic for cody bowman? fluff preferably
One Cold Afternoon
Character - Cody Bowman (Boots)
Fic Type - Fluff oneshot (Cody x Male!Reader)
Synopsis - Thanks to an unexpected blizzard, you and your boyfriend Cody are snowed in together. Not only is it freezing cold outside, but poor Cody is struggling with a cold inside. Lucky for him, he has you to be his caretaker.
Content - Established relationship; relationship is a secret from everyone but you two; a single swear word at some point but nothing vulgar; pre-military; fluff
Note - My first male reader request! I'm really sorry about the long wait. I've never written a male reader before, so hopefully it's at least halfway decent!
Gif by @sleazymermaid
You watched the TV attentively, where the weather channel was going over today's forecast.
"From now heading into the evening, we're expected to get about another four inches of snow."
You groaned a little. At this rate, it seemed like the snow would never stop. It was already bad enough, with half of your front door being blocked, but by the time tomorrow rolled around, you were gonna have to dig a tunnel just to leave the house.
On the bright side, you weren't alone in your struggle. Your boyfriend Cody had slept over the night before. You were a little apprehensive about him coming at first; not only were there numerous weather warnings, but he also seemed tired and worn out, just not quite himself. But being the stubborn person he was, he reassured you that he was feeling fine and that he would have plenty of time to leave in the morning before the snow started. To the surprise of both of you, it ended up coming overnight instead, submerging the streets within hours and keeping you both inside. On top of that, Cody woke up sick, confirming your suspicion that he was, in fact, not fine at all.
You turned off the TV. A few rooms away, you heard distant coughing and the sound of someone blowing their nose. You immediately got up and made your way to your bedroom, where Cody had been resting since the night before. You leaned against the doorway with your arms crossed over your chest. "How are you feeling?"
"I'm fine," he said, but the tired look in his eyes and the hoarseness of his voice told you otherwise.
"That's exactly what you said yesterday, and look where that got you," you joked, a warm smile on your face. You walked up to him, sat on the side of the bed, and placed your hand on his forehead. Cody closed his eyes under your touch. He was hot, but not nearly as much as before. "I think your fever's going down a little, so that's a good sign."
Cody slowly opened his eyes and blinked groggily. "What time is it?"
"Almost four," you responded, your hand moving to hold his.
His eyes widened. "Four?"
"Yeah, you were asleep for a while this time."
"This time?"
"Yeah, you took a nap earlier this morning."
"I did?" You nodded. "Oh, man," he muttered, "I don't even remember that." Cody glanced at the window, which was covered by the blinds. "Has the snow stopped at all?"
"No, and it doesn't look like it's going to for at least another few hours." You gave him a cheeky smile. "You know what that means?"
"I get to spend another night with you?" he asked, a glimmer of hope in his voice.
"Damn right."
"Good," Cody said, looking almost relieved. "I'd rather be with you than anyone else."
"Same here." You leaned over and kissed him on the forehead. When you pulled back, his stomach growled ferociously. "Sounds like someone's hungry," you remarked. "I don't think you've eaten since this morning."
"Oh, uh... yeah, I guess I haven't."
"What would you like to eat?"
Cody shrugged. "I'll take anything."
"All right, how does chicken noodle soup sound?" Before Cody could respond, his stomach growled again, this time a little louder. "That," you said, lifting a finger to point at him, "tells me everything I need to know."
"Thank you," Cody said, giving you a weak smile.
"Of course, babe. You need anything else?"
"No, I'm good."
"All right. Be right back." You gave him another forehead kiss, then got up and walked to the kitchen.
You took a can of chicken noodle soup out of the pantry, read the instructions, and started cooking. About halfway through, your telephone rang. You left the soup on the stove to boil, made your way to the phone, and picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Hey, it's John. I know Mom called earlier, but I just wanted to check in again. How's everything been?"
"Oh, hey man. Everything's all good. The power's still on, somehow. Can't complain."
"That's good to hear. How's Cody feeling?"
In the other room, Cody coughed a few times. "He's still pretty sick," you said, "but not as bad as earlier. His fever went down a bit."
"Oh, good. How about you?"
"Uh, I'm pretty good. Haven't gotten sick so far."
John chuckled. "Don't jinx yourself."
You knocked on the wall twice, then asked, "What about you? How's everything over there?"
"Fine, I guess. We lost power a little while ago, but we have it back now. Mom's okay. She's a little worried for Cody, but she knows he's in good hands with his best friend."
A lump formed in your throat at those last two words, but you quickly swallowed it down. "Heh, I'm no nurse, but I'm trying my best." You glanced over at the soup, a stream of steam rising from the pot. "And what about, you know...?"
"Dad..." he sighed. "You know how our father is. He's less concerned about Cody and more concerned about how many laps he's gonna make him do around the house once he gets back. It doesn't matter how sick we are; to him, it's just an excuse. The only way we'd be getting out of it is over his dead body."
"Right," you said. "That sucks, man. I'm real sorry to---"
In the distance, you heard a loud sneeze. You turned your head in the direction of your bedroom and yelled, "Bless you!" You heard a muffled "thank you" accompanied by the sounds of Cody violently blowing his nose.
"Man, that was a real loud one. Could hear that all the way from here," John said with a half-hearted chuckle. "I guess I'll leave you to it. Tell Cody that I hope he's feeling better."
"I will. It was nice talking to you, man."
"You too. Thanks for taking care of him."
"Yeah, of course."
"See ya around."
"Bye."
You hung up the phone and returned to your soup, feeling depressed knowing what Cody would deal with once he got back home. A part of you hoped it would snow forever so that he'd never have to, but you knew that couldn't happen. The best thing you could do for him right now was take care of him like you had been. Like you always have. Like you always will.
Once the soup was finished, you put it in a bowl with a spoon, put a potholder beneath it, and took it to Cody. He was sitting up now, looking like he was midway through getting out of bed. You raised an eyebrow. "What are you-" You stopped upon noticing the crumpled-up tissues on the floor next to the trash can.
Cody's eyes followed yours, and he immediately tensed up. "Sorry about that," he said. "Basketball's not my strong suit."
"I mean, you almost made it, so I'd say that counts for something," you joked. "Relax, don't worry about the tissues, I'll get them after." Using your free hand, you moved the trash can closer to the side of the bed. Cody shifted himself into a more comfortable position as you approached, handing him the soup. "Careful, it's hot."
"Thank you," he said, setting it down in his lap. "Who was that on the phone? Was it Mom again?"
"No, it was John this time. He wanted to check up on you." Cody hummed. "I know you guys haven't been as close recently, but it's still nice that he called, don't you think?" you asked, taking back your previous spot on the bed. He stared wistfully down into the bowl, languidly stirring the soup with the spoon. "I hope you like it," you said, trying to change the subject. "This was my first time making soup, so hopefully it's at least edible." Cody didn't respond. He kept stirring, his eyes tracking the noodles as they floated around in the broth. You stared at him with concern. "Not hungry anymore?"
"No, I am," he muttered. "Just waiting for it to cool down."
You scooted a little closer. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm just..." He paused for a moment, then looked at you with the gentlest eyes you've ever seen. "I'm just really happy to be here instead of at home." Your gaze softened, and you placed a hand on his forearm. "I'm... not used to this at all," he continued. "Normally, I have to walk it off like I'm fine. Being sick doesn't exist in my house. You either get off your ass and do as you're told or..." he trailed off, his eyes dropping down to your hand. He watched as your thumb traveled back and forth across his skin, slow and rhythmic like a metronome. "But you... you let me sleep. You made me soup. You weren't upset that I left stuff on the floor. My dad would've killed me for that." He paused again, then he took a deep breath and slowly brought his eyes up to meet yours again. "Thank you. For everything. I really appreciate it... and I'm sorry that you've been stuck with the burden of taking care of me this whole time."
You moved your hand to cup his face. "Cody, I'm not 'stuck' doing anything. I'm doing this because I want to. I love you, and I want to take care of you. You're not a burden to me, you're far from that. I'll take care of you today, tomorrow, and every day after that."
He stared deeply into your eyes as he internalized your every word. Eventually, under his breath, you could hear him say, "I love you too." You leaned in and kissed him without a care in the world. It didn't matter to you whether you got sick or not---as long as you could make Cody feel valued and loved, you were happy.
The two of you kissed until you heard Cody's stomach again, which practically howled for nourishment. You pulled away and gave him a warm smile. "You might want to start eating. Your soup's gonna get cold."
You didn't have to tell him twice. He immediately picked up the spoon and dug in. "Mmm." Cody took one spoonful, then another, chowing down about half the bowl in just a matter of seconds.
Your eyes widened. "It's that good?"
He chewed thoroughly, swallowed, and smiled at you. "Best soup I've ever had. My compliments to the chef."
"Thanks. I didn't really make it though, I got it from a can."
Cody recited what you said earlier. "I mean, you almost made it, so I'd say that counts for something."
You chuckled, moving next to him on the bed and leaning your head against his shoulder. "I love you, Cody."
picture repressed gay slovacek x "i wouldnt date a guy" bisexual nash in a situationship.
okay. slovacek, on a material level, understands that he likes dick. now would he call himself gay? even internally? absolutely not. it's what he hates most about himself; it doesn't fit the image he wants to portray. he wants to be the tough guy, the jailbird, the badass main character in all the movies. and the guy in the movies is never a fag. if he can't be that guy, the only thing to do is to make the other recruits think he's that guy. sure, he has flings. he keeps it to himself. but he can't stop himself from imagining a relationship. a real one. when he has feelings for a guy he tends to push them down completely and settle for longing looks. hope they don't notice. but nash, nash notices. and he likes him too. and that wasn't part of slovacek's plan.
nash is one of those guys who's only bisexual at parties. ok jk lol but that's what he tells himself. he's a rich kid and he has a lot of fun. he can make out with his friends when he's drunk and laugh about it when he's sober, it's not gay. he's even had a few "boyfriends", believe it or not. it's just teenage rebellion. (it's not.) the thing about being queer in the 90's was that you didn't see any actual queer shit on tv or in pop culture at all, and therefore you didn't have any gay relationships to look up to. all the relationships he's had with guys, nash couldn't see them as real, just casual little affairs he could pick up and put down when he wanted. so what, he could kiss girls, and he could kiss guys. it's not like he'd marry one or anything.
and together? theyre a fuckin mess lol. slovacek freaking out every time nash does something sweet or tender because he's scared of how much he wants it. nash trying to convince himself it's just sex, just kissing, just laughing and fun and looks from across the room, and he's surprised when slovacek won't let him walk away. a huge fight about what they are. they start making out in the middle of it but slovacek shoves him off because he's genuinely angry and genuinely fell for him. nash realizing too late that okay, maybe he would like to date a guy, for real.
you ppl need to wake up dude no liam x cope isnt a good ship its pedophilia stop trying to age cope up so ur PROSHIP isnt as problematic, you dont get the show and you support pedophilia its that simple yo
one thing that ive seen and noted about boots is that theres too many straight people in the fandom and they keep writing freader fics on a queer show biggest example is the callsign fics and im so sorry but its so dookie i cannot bear to go thru allat yo, and also stop shipping cope and sullivan youre completely missiing the entire point of the show
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