trying to write a fic where nursey & dex are together, it’s not even a secret, but dex is so pda-averse and nursey is so generally touchy-feely that no one realizes it. this hypothetical fic features “hey guys, who do you think nursey’s gonna take to winter screw,” dex casually saying “me, why?” and sheer confusion from the rest of the team.
of course, the actual nurseydex dynamic is more like:
nursey: baby, you brought me coffee? you’re the--
chowder: FINE FINE FINE
nursey: --best, and also so fucking hot, i love you--
chowder: FINE. PAY A FINE
nursey: --so much. [he winks and hands chowder a five]
dex, bright red & blatantly pleased, to nursey: i wish you’d kill yourself.
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you did a request a while ago for clingy Max and i was wondering if you would write a little headspin like that on Max being clingy and Daniel gets kinda firm with him and Max gets upset but Daniel makes it all better?
i don’t know if that makes sense lmao but i’m such a sucker for the like caregiver being firm but then going all mushy for their little and i just love clingy Max
ooooo, i tried. i hope this is what you wanted <3
Max is extra clingy today, in fact, Daniel is pretty sure Max would prefer to be in one of those baby swings, stuck onto Daniel like a baby koala.
It’s not like Daniel minds, he loves Max, he loves that Max loves him. Loves how Max shows it through holding his sleeve, pressing his nose into Daniel’s cheeks when they’re waking up or making their knees touch when they’re sat next to each other.
But they’re working today, Daniel has a shit load of responsibilities to get through, the media is on him, throwing out theories on his future and wanting his opinion, his thoughts, his soul.
His lunch break was supposed to start 20 minutes ago, and he knows Max is waiting. He’s texted him already that he’s running late, unable to keep his eyes of the digital numbers on his phone when he’s supposed to be putting his guy down for a nap. Jetlag has gotten both of them pretty good this time around, barely getting 4 hours of sleep in last night and Daniel had specifically requested his break to coincide with Max’s so he could schedule some rest for the younger. Lord knows he needed it.
His phone screen lights up again with a message from Max
I’m coming to you.
No, Daniel thinks immediately, doesn’t want these media vultures to jump on Max the second he walks in, not right now.
“Just- a second.” He apologizes absentmindedly swiping open Max’s message and responding.
Don’t, it’s too busy. I promise I’m wrapping this up. Give me 5.
When Daniel finally finishes his conversation a couple minutes later, partly because the person in front of him probably got annoyed with his short and distracted answers, he breathes a sigh of relief as he goes to gather his things. There’s a flash of orange in the corner of his eye and Daniel snaps his had up immediately when he realizes the orange is the #1 cap Max wears, in fact it is Max.
It’s impressive how quickly Daniel gets too Max, not quick enough for the first person there to go “Oh, Max do-” but quick enough to push Max back out into the hallway before their request is out.
“I told you to stay.” Daniel voice is firmer than he means it too be, his own exhaustion bleeding through frustration.
Max blinks up at him with a rapidly growing pout, hand coming up to try and pry Daniel’s hand off his bicep, Daniel lets go suddenly, not aware of his firm grip.
“You have to come.” Max whines up at him. “You took too long.”
Daniel sighs, rubs a hand over his face. “I am coming, I just need to grab my stuff.”
“I’ll come with.” Max responds, already moving to push past Daniel.
Daniel stops him with a gently hand to his chest. “No, Max. I’ll go grab it. You go to your room.” He doesn’t have the energy to explain why.
“But-”
“One.” It almost slips out of him, firmer than Max is used to when he’s not even in trouble really. “Go.”
Max stills immediately, sadness taking over his features. There’s a tiny little “Okay.” The he breathes out before turning on his heels, speed walking away from Daniel, leaving the elder with a gnarly feeling in his chest.
There’s a few choice words that Daniel murmurs under his breath as he steps back into the little room, gathering his things.
He does knock when he’s in front of Max’s driver room, a tiny flicker of worry things Max might have locked it, but when his hand twists the handle it opens.
Max has wrapped himself up in the baby blue blanket Daniel picked this morning. He looks so small, all bundled up in the corner of the couch and when Daniel enters there’s already tears swimming in his eyes.
“Daddy.” Max cries, reaching out to Daniel with blanket covered grabby hands. “I’m sorry. Daddy, I’m sorry.”
Daniel flicks the lock quickly before flinging himself onto the couch and wrapping his arms around the bundled bub.
“No, Darling. Shh. Daddy’s sorry. You don’t have to be sorry.” Daniel soothes, hand finding Max’s cheek to brush at the tears.
“Didn’t listen. I was bad.” Max cries back at him, burying his face in Daniel’s chest.
Daniel just holds him closer, rocks them a little in an attempt to get the tears to stop. “Oh Bubba, sometimes not listening has a very good reason. I’m sure you only didn’t listen cause you were missing Daddy very much, no?”
Max peaks up at Daniel, sucking in a breath before he nods. “Miss.”
“Right.” Daniel breathes, brushing the hair off of Max’s forehead. “And Daddy should’ve listened to you, should’ve thought about those missing feelings being too big for a little boy to listen. Daddy’s sorry.” Daniel’s always made sure Max knows that Daniel apologizes too, that he makes mistakes and owns them, that they’re equal. He’s even sat on the naughty step once.
Max blinks up at Daniel, thumb finding his mouth as the tears slow down. “Not bad?”
“You’re never bad. Maybe sometimes you make a bad decision, but you’re never bad. Remember? Sometimes Daddy makes a mistake, or a bad decision. That doesn’t make Daddy bad. But Daddy is sorry for making you wait, and expecting a little too much of you today. You’re a good boy, Maxie.”
Max is silent against his against his chest, the tears have stopped but Daniel can see in his eyes he’s not convinced.
“Do you need a little help remembering?”
Max nods slowly, thumb slipping out of his mouth.
“Alright.” Daniel smiles gently, sitting Max up a little straighter, the blanket that Max had wrapped around himself is lifted, and Daniel covers both of them with it like a little tent, grabbing both of Max’s hands in his.
“Just us.” Daniel hums, bumping his nose into Max’s.
“You’re a good boy.” Daniel says, open and honest as he squeezes Max’s hands.
Max breathes. “I’m a good boy.” It’s quiet, but Daniel hears.
“I am kind,”
“Kind.”
“I am smart.”
“Am smart.”
“I am loved.” Daniel squeezes a little harder.
“I am loved.” Max breathes back at him.
Daniel smiles. “The most by me.” He decides to add.
There’s a small smile that breaks out on Max’s face.
“You got it?” Daniel asks and Max nods.
“I’m a good boy.”
“Good boy.” Daniel reaffirms, pressing a kiss to Max’s forehead, about to let go off their intertwined hands when Max squeezes them tight.
Daniel looks at him with gentle confusion.
“Your turn.” Max breathes. “I’m a good Daddy.”
Daniel has to bite his lip at the noise that wants to leave his body, suddenly blinking a bit more rapidly.
“Say.” Max demands, eyes honest and sincere.
“I’m a good Daddy.”
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Guess what time it is
That’s right. It’s LarPhee headcanon dump time
Both ✨angsty and fluffy✨
Angst 💔
Both Larry and McPhee have a similar problem with affection. Larry wants to show affection, but since societal norms have pushed him into a more “masculine” and “serious” role, he pushes his urges aside. Meanwhile McPhee’s doesn’t know how to show affection because he really doesn’t receive much at all.
I think McPhee would feel really bad for how he’s treated Larry, now that he knows that museum comes to life. Sure, there’s a few things he might still be stubborn about, but deep down he wants to make it up to Larry. Especially since he can’t even see his friends anymore.
Larry genuinely thinks that McPhee is gonna leave him sooner or later. Even when they enter a friendship with one another, he just has this feeling that something will offset him. I mean, it has in the past. McPhee is a… touch guy to please. Very demanding. What if one mistake just ruins it all?
McPhee is not any better. Sometimes he thinks that Larry’s just going to get fed and leave.
Thankfully, like adults, they talk about it together. They realize these are things they need to unlearn or else it’ll destroy what good they have.
And I think them talking together just make them realize how much they really care for one another. Platonically or not.
Alright… that was— some heavy hitters
NOW ITS TIME FOOOOR
Fluff ❤️
Even though McPhee doesn’t like to admit it, he genuinely appreciates Larry’s affection. He secretly waits for the next time he can hold his hand or they can hug.
Larry had a tendency to be a cuddler in bed. If you’re in his grips, he is not letting you go. McPhee learned the hard way.
In private, McPhee has a hand full of pet names for Larry.
Larbear, obviously, but also Bunny. (Since yknow, Larry loves bunnies)
As a gift, Larry gave McPhee a stuffed bear. It was to match with Snuffles. Let’s just say that director appreciated it a lot.
Larry’s health is a lot better when he’s living with someone else. It reminds him that he isn’t alone :))
McPhee… is the jealous, let me tell you. Try and flirt with his man, you’ll get the glare of a thousand angry men.
Don’t fuck with McPhee or his man.
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