whoops okay i don't feel comfortable posting this anywhere else so i will just put it here- it's still Matt/Marisha/Taliesin ageplay so it's relevant, it's just more hurt/comfort than anything else
(big thanks to ashetay for letting me ramble at them!!)
They’re supposed to be having a nice dinner out, but Taliesin feels awful.
He’s felt pretty terrible all day, to be honest. It’s a combination of physical and mental problems- he can feel a head cold coming on, starting with a low pulse of pain in his skull, and his brain hasn’t been great either, feeling apathetic at best since he got up in the morning. He very badly wants to be in bed, but he and Matt and Marisha have been arranging to have a real date night for a while now, and god, he doesn’t want to fuck it up.
Language aside, there’s another issue- he’s feeling little, especially after a long day of work. But he can’t, not here, not now; they’re out having a normal date, or as normal as they get, having dinner and laughing over wine, and Taliesin has a twinge of guilt because he wishes he was home in his dinosaur jammies, watching cartoons with a bottle of chocolate milk.
It’s not fair to Matt and Marisha. They take such good care of him when he’s little, and he doesn’t have anything to give in return. There’s sex and romance he can provide when he’s big and normal, but it can’t compare to them holding him, singing to him, letting him be a ridiculous child.
“Taliesin?” Marisha says. “You okay?”
Taliesin pulls himself out of his thoughts and nods. “Yeah, yeah.” He gives Matt and Marisha a crooked grin that he hopes doesn’t look too forced. “I’m all right. Just kinda tired. But I’m here, I’m listening.”
Matt gives him a tiny concerned frown and says, “You can always tell us if something’s up.”
“I’m fine, d- Matt.” He chuckles, trying to cover up where he stammered over Matt’s name, nearly calling him daddy. “Promise.”
They still look unconvinced, but then the waiter comes by with their meals, interrupting that line of questioning. Taliesin smiles politely and thanks the server even though he’s completely uninterested in eating this perfectly good stir fry.
He only pokes at his dinner but he does his best to participate in the conversation. Matt and Marisha chat about work, games, movies, and even when he doesn’t have anything to add, he tries to laugh or make agreeing sounds in the right places.
It’s so stupid. He should’ve told them to have a nice night on their own, that he was sick and that they should have fun without him dragging them down. He’s such a nightmare to deal with, worse than a real child because he’s supposed to be a normal adult.
He feels Marisha’s hand on his arm and he realizes his vision is blurry with unshed tears.
“Taliesin,” Marisha says, her voice serious and concerned. “What’s wrong?”
“Sorry, I’m sorry.” He tries to wipe his eyes without drawing attention to the fact that he’s on the verge of crying. “I- I should’ve told you I’m not feeling well, I should’ve stayed home, I don’t want to ruin your night-”
“Our night,” Marisha says firmly. “Taliesin…”
“I’m fine,” he repeats, but his voice cracks, and the jig is up.
Matt nods towards the front of the restaurant. “I’ll get the bill,” he says. “You two sit in the car and I’ll be right out.”
Taliesin starts to argue, but Marisha ushers him outside like a woman on a mission. She opens the back of the car and sits down next to him. “Are you going to tell me what’s going on?”
Taliesin sniffles and stares at the car floor. “I really am just feeling sort of sick. And…my brain isn’t great today. I didn’t want to say anything because I wanted you two to have a nice night.”
“Tal, it’s not just for me and Matt, it’s supposed to be a good night for all of us.” She holds Taliesin’s hands in her own for a minute. “Ah- I know. I have just the thing.”
Taliesin glances up as she digs through her purse and pulls out a little plastic case, the size of one of those travel first aid kits, except it’s decorated with stickers. She pops it open and holds out two things- a tiny Beanie Baby turtle and a blue pacifier.
He bursts into tears, unable to hold it back any longer, feeling so guilty and selfish. “I’m sorry,” he says. “I didn’t want- I didn’t want this to happen tonight, I just wanted us to be semi-normal. I wanted you to not worry about me being a mess, or- or have to think about taking care of me- I’m sorry.”
Marisha pulls him into a tight hug, hushing him and kissing his cheeks. “Oh, baby, it’s okay. Please don’t worry about that. We love you so much.”
Taliesin didn’t notice Matt’s arrival, but feels his hand gently patting his leg from the front seat. “We love taking care of you,” he says. “You know that, right?”
“I just- you put so much energy into it, and you don’t get anything back-”
“We do, though,” Matt says. “Do you know how happy it makes us that we make you feel safe and loved?”
“We love playing mommy and daddy for you,” Marisha adds. “You can be small and vulnerable with us because you trust us. That makes us feel so good, baby.”
Taliesin stares at them with wide, wet eyes. They smile warmly, Marisha leaning in to kiss his forehead, Matt reaching back to stroke his cheek. “Can we go home?” he asks softly.
“Of course,” Matt says. “Buckle up, baby. We’ll be there soon.”
Marisha slides the pacifier into his mouth and hands him the little stuffed turtle while she clicks his seatbelt closed. She stays in the back with him, lightly scratching his scalp while he sucks on the pacifier and makes the plush turtle dance in his hands.
When they get home, Matt and Marisha guide him inside. “Daddy’s gonna get you changed while I get us all cozy,” Marisha says. “Do you want some cocoa?”
“Bottle,” Taliesin says quietly. Marisha smiles and gives him a quick kiss before Matt leads him into the bedroom.
“Okay,” Matt says, digging through Taliesin’s drawer. “How old are you feeling, buddy?”
Taliesin hesitates, then shyly holds up one finger. Matt gives him a soft, warm look and nods.
Matt gets him out of his clothes and gently dresses him again, replacing his shirt and dark jeans with a pull-up and his softest pajamas, the Superman ones. They pick out a couple more stuffed animals- a well-loved, scruffy cat, a soft dog, and a handsomely-dressed Build-a-Bear. Matt gives him another soft kiss and walks him back out to the living room, holding his hand.
Marisha is waiting on the couch with a bottle of warm milk. “Come here, my sweet baby,” she coos, pulling Taliesin into a hug. “We’re gonna watch Robin Hood. Maybe we’ll do a whole Disney night, yeah?”
Taliesin smiles and nods. He curls up in between Matt and Marisha and sighs, content.
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"Cozy", Matt/Marisha/Taliesin
Date: 2017-03-24 11:14 pm (UTC)(big thanks to ashetay for letting me ramble at them!!)
They’re supposed to be having a nice dinner out, but Taliesin feels awful.
He’s felt pretty terrible all day, to be honest. It’s a combination of physical and mental problems- he can feel a head cold coming on, starting with a low pulse of pain in his skull, and his brain hasn’t been great either, feeling apathetic at best since he got up in the morning. He very badly wants to be in bed, but he and Matt and Marisha have been arranging to have a real date night for a while now, and god, he doesn’t want to fuck it up.
Language aside, there’s another issue- he’s feeling little, especially after a long day of work. But he can’t, not here, not now; they’re out having a normal date, or as normal as they get, having dinner and laughing over wine, and Taliesin has a twinge of guilt because he wishes he was home in his dinosaur jammies, watching cartoons with a bottle of chocolate milk.
It’s not fair to Matt and Marisha. They take such good care of him when he’s little, and he doesn’t have anything to give in return. There’s sex and romance he can provide when he’s big and normal, but it can’t compare to them holding him, singing to him, letting him be a ridiculous child.
“Taliesin?” Marisha says. “You okay?”
Taliesin pulls himself out of his thoughts and nods. “Yeah, yeah.” He gives Matt and Marisha a crooked grin that he hopes doesn’t look too forced. “I’m all right. Just kinda tired. But I’m here, I’m listening.”
Matt gives him a tiny concerned frown and says, “You can always tell us if something’s up.”
“I’m fine, d- Matt.” He chuckles, trying to cover up where he stammered over Matt’s name, nearly calling him daddy. “Promise.”
They still look unconvinced, but then the waiter comes by with their meals, interrupting that line of questioning. Taliesin smiles politely and thanks the server even though he’s completely uninterested in eating this perfectly good stir fry.
He only pokes at his dinner but he does his best to participate in the conversation. Matt and Marisha chat about work, games, movies, and even when he doesn’t have anything to add, he tries to laugh or make agreeing sounds in the right places.
It’s so stupid. He should’ve told them to have a nice night on their own, that he was sick and that they should have fun without him dragging them down. He’s such a nightmare to deal with, worse than a real child because he’s supposed to be a normal adult.
He feels Marisha’s hand on his arm and he realizes his vision is blurry with unshed tears.
“Taliesin,” Marisha says, her voice serious and concerned. “What’s wrong?”
“Sorry, I’m sorry.” He tries to wipe his eyes without drawing attention to the fact that he’s on the verge of crying. “I- I should’ve told you I’m not feeling well, I should’ve stayed home, I don’t want to ruin your night-”
“Our night,” Marisha says firmly. “Taliesin…”
“I’m fine,” he repeats, but his voice cracks, and the jig is up.
Matt nods towards the front of the restaurant. “I’ll get the bill,” he says. “You two sit in the car and I’ll be right out.”
Taliesin starts to argue, but Marisha ushers him outside like a woman on a mission. She opens the back of the car and sits down next to him. “Are you going to tell me what’s going on?”
Taliesin sniffles and stares at the car floor. “I really am just feeling sort of sick. And…my brain isn’t great today. I didn’t want to say anything because I wanted you two to have a nice night.”
“Tal, it’s not just for me and Matt, it’s supposed to be a good night for all of us.” She holds Taliesin’s hands in her own for a minute. “Ah- I know. I have just the thing.”
Taliesin glances up as she digs through her purse and pulls out a little plastic case, the size of one of those travel first aid kits, except it’s decorated with stickers. She pops it open and holds out two things- a tiny Beanie Baby turtle and a blue pacifier.
He bursts into tears, unable to hold it back any longer, feeling so guilty and selfish. “I’m sorry,” he says. “I didn’t want- I didn’t want this to happen tonight, I just wanted us to be semi-normal. I wanted you to not worry about me being a mess, or- or have to think about taking care of me- I’m sorry.”
Marisha pulls him into a tight hug, hushing him and kissing his cheeks. “Oh, baby, it’s okay. Please don’t worry about that. We love you so much.”
Taliesin didn’t notice Matt’s arrival, but feels his hand gently patting his leg from the front seat. “We love taking care of you,” he says. “You know that, right?”
“I just- you put so much energy into it, and you don’t get anything back-”
“We do, though,” Matt says. “Do you know how happy it makes us that we make you feel safe and loved?”
“We love playing mommy and daddy for you,” Marisha adds. “You can be small and vulnerable with us because you trust us. That makes us feel so good, baby.”
Taliesin stares at them with wide, wet eyes. They smile warmly, Marisha leaning in to kiss his forehead, Matt reaching back to stroke his cheek. “Can we go home?” he asks softly.
“Of course,” Matt says. “Buckle up, baby. We’ll be there soon.”
Marisha slides the pacifier into his mouth and hands him the little stuffed turtle while she clicks his seatbelt closed. She stays in the back with him, lightly scratching his scalp while he sucks on the pacifier and makes the plush turtle dance in his hands.
When they get home, Matt and Marisha guide him inside. “Daddy’s gonna get you changed while I get us all cozy,” Marisha says. “Do you want some cocoa?”
“Bottle,” Taliesin says quietly. Marisha smiles and gives him a quick kiss before Matt leads him into the bedroom.
“Okay,” Matt says, digging through Taliesin’s drawer. “How old are you feeling, buddy?”
Taliesin hesitates, then shyly holds up one finger. Matt gives him a soft, warm look and nods.
Matt gets him out of his clothes and gently dresses him again, replacing his shirt and dark jeans with a pull-up and his softest pajamas, the Superman ones. They pick out a couple more stuffed animals- a well-loved, scruffy cat, a soft dog, and a handsomely-dressed Build-a-Bear. Matt gives him another soft kiss and walks him back out to the living room, holding his hand.
Marisha is waiting on the couch with a bottle of warm milk. “Come here, my sweet baby,” she coos, pulling Taliesin into a hug. “We’re gonna watch Robin Hood. Maybe we’ll do a whole Disney night, yeah?”
Taliesin smiles and nods. He curls up in between Matt and Marisha and sighs, content.