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Fit tiredly opened his eyes, hating the sunlight streaming at their eyes and absolutely regretting not going to sleep earlier last night, shifting their position a bit, trying to gain as much consciousness as possible. He rubs at their eyes with one hand since he had the prosthetic arm off, tiredly thinking about yesterday.
He had to take care of Tazercraft last night, since both of them wouldn't go to sleep until they figured out how to make the new machine properly work, so Fit just decided to be there for the ride, silently watching and offering some opinions and moral support to their partners, while making sure of bringing safe food, water, fidget toys, weighted blankets, and whatever both of them needed to take care of themselves while they got too fixated into that specific machine.
Ramón is the same when it comes to getting fixated into machines, and the kid tried to help, same as his sibling Richarlyson, but the more hours they were in the machine, the more Ramón’s and Richarlyson's eyes were slowly closing themselves, so Fit took them to Bagi's house, both her and Tina would take care of the kids, which also meant giving a brief break to the babysitter for excellence, Badboyhalo, that night and next day.
Richarlyson caused more trouble than helped though, but Fit can only tenderly smile when remembering the actions from the mischievous child.
He stretches their arm, some joints from their spine popping while he moves, trying to be careful not to startle or accidentally hit Pac, who is always sleeping in the middle, both to feel more safe and to get the best cuddles, while Fit prefers to be as near the door as possible. Mike doesn't care at all, so it just lays wherever their partners say it's okay to.
Pac stirs a bit, and Fit was fearing they awakened him when still asleep pressed his body more against Mike's side, mouth half opened while his black and blue locks covered most of his face, and a weird expression was displayed in the bits of his beautiful face that you could see. His good leg was all over Mike's waist, while Mike was making a star shape with their body, almost crushing Pac under her. They were definitely a tangle of limbs and a symphony of snoring and quiet sleeping.
The bed was full of cushions and pillows besides from the three bodies, leaving no room for anyone else. Sometimes, either Richas, Ramón —or both of them, really— would occasionally like to sleep with their parents, which made the nights a bit trickier but a lot more lovely. Most of the time they end up making a huge fort in the living room.
Fit slowly drags his aching body to the edge of the bed so they can actually get up and start the day, trying not to disrupt the peace of the other two sleepy heads, knowing that he's a morning person and they definitely aren't.
They stretch again, this time the right way since some of his bones in their shoulders satisfyingly pop, making him quietly groan. They return his gaze to the two, fondly looking at both sleepy heads at the bed, Mike stirred a bit when the mattress shifted from Fit getting up, and Pac whined while still asleep, clinging to Mike like she was a lifesaver. It's funny, because last night Fit was in the middle, and they somehow made it to his designated spot while sleeping.
Makes sense to see both of them like that, since Fit' the only early bird in this house, Ramón and Richarlyson included. Mike just made a pleased sound when feeling the warmth from Pac's body, unconsciously leaning into him while still sleeping like a starfish. Pac hugged them more, like if they were a giant plushie.
Fit thought he would never be able to love again, after everything that the wasteland did to them. But here he is, loving two amazing people, having two beautiful children and the greatest friends ever. Healing sounds scary, and it hurts like a bitch, but it's definitely worth it.
They feel a bit dizzy thinking about it, how life can change, how life is always changing and the key is not giving up ever.
Just… keep going. The easiest and at the same time the most complicated and horrifying thing ever.
He tries to ignore their own thoughts as he puts on their hearing aids, and carefully grabs his prosthetic arm to put it on, too. Slowly, they walk towards the kitchen, trying not to make too much noise. Fit knows that Pac likes to wake up surrounded by the two of them, but maybe some breakfast at bed would be nice, too. Hopefully that wouldn't make Mike's sensory issues go nuts. They'll have to be careful.
They are humming to himself a low mindlessly tune while making breakfast, having to make three different plates to please all of them. Mike has been having the same breakfast almost since they were born, Pac is a bit picky, still working on improving his relationship with food and eating with someone else in the same room, while Fit would just eat whatever, doesn't matter to him. They can even eat something raw, but he doesn't since their partners get concerned.
While the food is being cooked, he decides to use the huge tangle that both Mike and Pac gifted them so long ago, silently twisting it with both hands, trying to ease their mind a bit. The mentioned fidget is full of colors, most of them being green, blue, and pink. The texture feels nice under the digits of his good hand, and the small noise that it makes is somehow satisfying too.
The sound of the bed creaking and some slow pacing alerts them, quickly glancing behind his back. Their full body relaxes when Pac enters in their sight, walking rather clumsily since he just woke up.
Without saying anything, Pac hugs Fit's back, arms gently resting at his waist. Fit gently caresses the hands of the other with the good hand while mindlessly messing with the tangle using the other one, even if they can't feel it, he can hear it making noise while moving.
“Bom dia.” Fit says, noticing his own throat a bit dry from sleeping, making a mental note to drink some water before having breakfast. The scarred and warm skin of Pac feels nice under Fit's digits, too.
“Mornin.” Pac slurs back, words muffled by Fit's back, thick accent heavily present from the tiredness of waking up so early.
Fit noticed the lack of crutches or wheelchair, and he heard two steps instead of one, which made them worry, and searched for the words to say it without sounding wrong.
“Why are you wearing your prosthetic so early?” He asks in a quiet voice, trying to sound calm, not wanting to make a big deal of it. Pac groans. “Let your stump rest. I bet it hurts from wearing your prosthetic for so long last night. Even Richarlyson got off their prosthetic.”
Pac groaned again, this time a bit louder, but it was still muffled by Fit's back, since the brazilian was pressing his cheek against it. Technically it's a bit hypocritical to say that since Fit is also wearing his prosthetic, but they didn't have it last night while being with Tazercraft working on the machine, so technically it doesn't count.
“Help me clean my hair?” Pac says after a minute while Fit is moving around the food so it doesn't get burned.
The american hums, thinking about how to properly respond, noticing that Pac is trying to ask for help, both for taking the prosthetic off and showering without specifically asking for it, which makes Fit's heart stir.
“Of course. We could wait for Mike too, and have a bubble bath.” Pac seems to really like the idea, gently swinging both bodies from side to side. Pac's arms are stronger than they look. “But first of all, a nice breakfast. Does that sound good?”
“Sounds good, mô.” Pac nods, and slightly moves to look at what Fit is making. “Smells nice. Did you…?”
“Yeah, I remember what Mike likes, don't worry.”
“You're too good to us.” Pac says this time, giggling while pressing his face against Fit's side. The last mentioned kisses the mess of black and blue locks, making the other beam at the attention given.
“It's almost done.” Fit annonces while letting the tangle rest at their arm, needing both hands now. “Would you mind going to bed again? Waking up Mike, maybe.” He hums again, the low vibration feeling good at their throat, while the touch of Pac makes their heart warm. If only all the mornings were like this.
“Mikey's gonna kill you.” Pac comments, and the other just shrugs, mischievously smirking even knowing that the brazilian can't see them.
“Not if you're the one waking them up.” Fit teases, and chuckles when Pac makes an offended gasp, squeezing his waist in his embrace.
The low rumbling of Fit makes their body slightly vibrate, Pac nuzzles against the good feeling. His eyes are getting heavy again, and he almost falls asleep while holding Fit's waist. The last mentioned accidentally makes a noise with the plates touching each other, and Pac suddenly regains consciousness, blinking a bunch of times, trying to remember that he's at the kitchen of Chums Labs with Fit and a sleepy Mike at their bedroom. Their bedroom— the bedroom the three of them share. It sounds so weird, finally achieving a domestic life.
“Should I do anything?” Pac slurs, trying to speak as clearly as possible while rubbing one of his eyes. He would love to continue sleeping but he's also pretty comfy at the security of Fit's embrace.
“Hmm?” The questioning tone of Fit echoes through the kitchen while he messed with the food, their breakfast.
“Like— start the bath or something?” The black haired man says while sliding his hand near his other so he can intertwine his own fingers, having Fit’s waist again securely grabbed by him again. “You're making all of this and I—”
Fit turns around, careful not to break Pac's hold, and looks down at him with a patient smile all over their face. Fit lifts his good hand and gently caresses Pac's cheek while using their other hand to squeeze one of Pac's arm, right at the biceps, appreciating the muscle there.
“You sound pretty tired today.”
Fit says with a low tone laced with honey that makes Pac shiver at their embrace. Fit's thumb is rubbing at his skin with such tenderness that the brazilian thinks he's still sleeping because there's no way this is real, it's too good to be real. A sudden light kiss on his lips makes him remember that this is, in fact, pretty much real.
“You should rest.” Fit continues while massaging his cheek, the scarred digit gently pressing at the scar under Pac's eye, tracing the shape of it. “I got it.”
Lovely trying to erase the scar at Pac's cheek, or to embrace it, both Pac and Fit are not really sure about which one is, but that doesn't matter right now.
“Are you okay?” Fit whispers this time, tone sweet as ever, the touch of the digit became light as a feather.
Pac doesn't know how to react, too anxious to think, so he hides his face against Fit's chest, fastly shaking his head, the other slightly freezes from the sudden movement, but quickly straightens his posture again, carefully caressing Pac's back while the other tightly hugs them.
“You look so pretty even when you're overthinking.” Fit chuckles when Pac looks up at them and blushes so hard that he hides his face again, nuzzling against their chest.
Fit would love to be here holding Pac forever, but the food will get cold and that's not something Mike nor Pac would appreciate, so he kisses the top of Pac's head again, and then the last mentioned looks up at them, which made Fit panic because those black eyes are something that Fit would absolutely love to look at the rest of their life, so he quickly kisses Pac's cheek and gets away from his embrace.
“The food's gonna get cold.” He quickly explains when Pac makes an offended gasp, again. This time sounded a little bit more real. “We need to have— uh. Uuuuhh… jantar?”
Pac chuckles, his cheeks having a bit of blush still, making his freckles and scar shine under the kitchen's light. Fit smiles, a bit embarrassed himself, but at least they're trying.
“Almost, you said dinner. You should say ‘café da manhã’.” Pac stands on tiptoes to reach the amrican’s cheek and kiss it. “But you sound so nice when you try to speak portuguese.”
“And you sound so nice being yourself.” Fit nods at their own words and the other warmly smiles. “You should go to the bedroom before I start kissing you again.”
“And what's the problem with that, uh?”
“Food getting cold, already told you.”
Fit chuckles when the other makes an offended face, his pretty expressive eyebrows arching in such a way it looks comical.
“Fine.” Pac crosses his arms, but he has a big smirk on his face, showing the other that he's not really mad, just playing. “Can I- uh— pegar, your tangle?”
Pac looks up at Fit with his big-void-like eyes, fluttering his eyes while making a warm expression trying to convince the other, which is funny knowing that Fit would just say ‘yes’ at whatever Pac or Mike asked.
“Yeah, of course. It's our tangle.” Fit quickly gets the tangle that was resting at their arm, and when he heard the chuckle of the other they arched their cut eyebrow, waiting for whatever shenanigan Pac's thinking right now.
“And I thought Mike was the communist.”
“What?”
“o quê?”
“Oh god.” Fit says after processing what was said, and Pac giggles even more when looking at Fit's realization face and the last mentioned shoves the tangle at Pac's hands. “Take it and go to bed, now.”
“Obrigado, amorzão.”
As Fit approaches the shared bedroom, they can hear a faint conversation in portuguese, only getting a few words before making himself enter the bedroom, clearing their throat to not scare the two people that were already at the bed with his presence, one laying and the other just sitting at the edge of it. They both quickly change to english when they notice Fit standing there.
“Mornin.” Mike slurs, looking up at the ceiling. She seems like they're hating being alive right now, mornings are always rough.
“Mornin!” Pac parrots and Fit smiles, carefully approaching trying not to accidentally drop the food, their smirk getting bigger when they see Pac using the tangle still, quickly fidgeting with it, making small sounds when twisted.
Pac and Fit are always trading, sharing and grabbing without asking each other's fidgets toys, while Mike has established clear boundaries about not wanting their fidgets getting touched or moved without knowing or asking.
“Good morning.” Fit carefully puts the plates at their prosthetic arm and pats at Mike's side, intensely looking at Pac, silently asking him to lay at the bed again, so they can be at their favorite spots.
When the one with the black and blue hair seemed to be ready to protest, Mike loudly sighs and reaches its hand to grab Pac's hoodie and tug at him, trying to make him lay there, too. Pac's the one sighing this time, wearing a small smile at his face while placing the tangle at his arm and slowly moving so he can get beside Mike. Fit silently observes how Pac manually moves the prosthetic leg with his hands instead of just moving it, and mentally notes to make him take it off as soon as possible. But first of all, breakfast. O café da manhã.
“How'd you sleep?” Fit asks when he's already sitting at their designated place while looking at his breakfast, hearing Mike starting to eat while Pac seems a bit more reluctant to start. He silently offers his hand, and Pac is quick to grab it and squeeze it.
“Good I think” Mike simply replies, more interested in their breakfast. Fit notes that it has her weighted blanket near their knees, so maybe they woke up overstimulated, so he'll be careful just in case. They probably should ask Pac if he could give Mike their tangle. “I dreamed about the machine from last night. I think I know how to improve it.”
Fit sighs, he was internally hoping that both of them would just forget about that and rest for today, but apparently that's not the case. Mike even dreamed about it, which is pretty impressive, even though thinking about it, he can swear Ramón also had some dreams like that, about the new machines he got fixated into. So he understands, and, honestly, he also dreamed about their own interests a bunch of times, too.
“Ramón was there too, at my dream.” Mike continues while eating, mouth full. Fit notes that Mike’s trying so hard not to look at Pac, since most of the time Mike looks at him while rambling about something, so Fit does the same, trying to focus on his own plate to give some space to Pac. “Caralho, what a machine. Where's Ramón?”
“Oh yeah, you were too focused to notice.” Fit comments with a humorous tone, and feels Pac squeezing his hand hard, and then he starts eating. The first mentioned just smiles, trying not to acknowledge this and let him eat in peace. “Ramón and Richas were tired so I took them to Bagi's. Pretty sure Tina was sleeping there, too. So everything's good.”
“How’d you sleep?” Mike continues, parroting what Fit said to them, probably thinking that having a mindless conversation would help Pac feel more comfortable, not being in the spotlight by any means.
“I didn't, or not much?” The other two hum, acknowledging their answer but saying nothing just in case he wanted to continue. “I know I slept a bit but I didn't dream because it felt like the blink of an eye. I remember collapsing in this mattress and then the light in my eyes from the window, and waking up to make this.” Fit vaguely points at his own plate, explaining the weird feeling of sleeping, but not resting, which is the worst, but happens a lot to them.
“Obrigada, by the way. It's so good.” Mike adds, mouth full again, making the other two chuckle. She in fact looked pretty happy now that they're eating.
“Thank you— uh, obrigado, também.” Fit says, a small smile on his face, hoping that they didn't butchered that too badly. ‘Who would have thought that these hands could do something more than destroy’, he wants to add, but they prefer to just breathe and remember that they're here, they're fine. Everything’s fine.
“You’ve been eating that your whole life.” Pac chimes in, his smile radiant as always, the low sound of eating was the only thing that said that he was, in fact, eating at the same time as the other two. “I don't understand how you're not tired yet.”
“The power of autism.” Mike says, half joking half telling the truth, a big smirk all over their face, looking at the food like it meant the world to them. It probably does. “I could eat this until the day I die, or until the day it starts tasting wrong out of nowhere and I won't eat it again.”
Fit hums, understanding the feeling, but luckily he's not as a picky eater as Mike, who glances at them, almost like it could hear their thoughts.
“Can we trade?” She says, furiously looking at Fit, who's a bit confused about what astro’s referring to. Their expression is funny though, you can tell that Mike can't see them too well without its glasses. They look cute squinting their eyes though. “I got the food addict autism but you got the exercise addict autism, is not fair!”
Pac loudly laughs and squeezes their hand while the other just sighs. Of course they were referring to that. Fit shakes his head while Pac giggles, trying to stop laughing while glancing at the american from time to time.
“You don't like most food.” Pac chimes in again, after a few seconds that he needed to recover his breath from laughing. “How can you have the ‘food autism' then?” He genuinely asks, the sound of eating appeared after Pac ended his question, which made Fit smile. Knowing that he's comfortable enough to eat around them is just… wow. Indescribable.
Mere words won't be enough to describe how Fit is feeling about it.
“Most of the time I'm not even hungry, but I eat because eating works as a stim for me.” Mike simply explains, carefully grabbing its now empty plate, making it swirl in its place. Pac only hums acknowledging the answer while trying to finish his own breakfast.
“I understand, I think?” Pac pushes his plate, and Fit glances at it, widely smiling when noticing that it's empty. The huge efforts that both Mike and Pac make each day makes Fit the most proudest boyfriend ever.
Pac hates to eat in the company of someone else, he has always hidden his food and ate it alone, an old habit from prison that it's getting hard to unlearn, but luckily he's starting to feel comfortable around Fit to fully eat his plate when he's there too.
For obvious reasons, Pac had no problem eating around Mike, and Fit doesn't feel personally attacked by that, because he understands better than anyone how tricky a brain can be.
“I'm done.” Fit says, slightly moving his own plate, even when they were the first to finish a while ago, but he doesn't want to mention Pac's plate to not pressure him. He slightly moves to start stacking both their empty plates, and then moves around to grab Mike's. “I'll go wash these and then I'm gonna start a bath. Sounds good, Mike?”
“I don't know”. The last mentioned shrugs, shifting a bit astros position at bed. “Bubbles?”
“Of course Mike. You can also use your swimsuit if you'd like to.”
“I want to help.” Pac protests, moving around to the edge of the bed. “Can I wash the dishes while you start the bath?”
“I want you both to rest.” Fit is quick to answer while stashing the dishes in his good hand, Mike makes a salute and then lays at the bed again, while Pac just loudly protests again. Fit’s mind vaguely supplies that maybe he wants to be busy so he doesn't think anymore. “Okay Pac, you can wash these. But use the stool so you don't hurt your leg, okay?”
The other just nodded and silently reached to grab the three plates and make his way to the kitchen. Then, Fit looks at Mike, thinking about what to do to help them, since she seems to be feeling bad today too, same as Pac, probably a mix between the lack of sleep and nightmares with the lack of taking care of themselves while working in the machine non-stop.
“Do you know what you need right now?” Fit tries, and the other shrugs and then nods, shifting her body a bit, both of them hearing how Pac walks towards the sink, and grabs the stool. Then, he half screams something and Mike laughs, so Fit figures Pac was having some trouble with the stool and was cursing portuguese.
Fit was going to go to help him, when Mike answered their question, so they decided to just give the other some space.
His need to protect their loved ones can be a bit too much sometimes, and they know it.
“I know something's wrong.” It says, looking up at the ceiling again, probably thinking how to phrase a feeling that doesn't make sense to her. “But I don't know what.”
“Yeah, one of those moments, I know those.” Fit half jokes, knowing how exhausting it can be to have a different brain. Your brain knows that something is wrong, but it doesn't tell you what. So you just… whatever. “You good being alone for a bit? I'm gonna go real quick to start the bath.”
“Sim.”
“Okay.” The american nods, trying so hard not to spy on how Pac's doing. “You can also grab my tangle if you're feeling like it, I don't know if Pac's still having it or if he threw it on the bed.”
Mike nods, and continues to lay there, weighted blanket spread all over its body this time. Fit walks towards the bathroom, mentally making a list of the things that he has to do in order to have everything perfect for both of the brazilians. When the water is running, he uses their good hand to touch it to check the temperature.
A lively chat distracted them from his thoughts about choosing between a bomb bath or just making bubbles. It seems like Pac is already done with the dishes and now is happily talking with Mike, both using portuguese now that they're technically alone.
Choosing to just make a bubble bath, Fit waits until everything is done to get up, their knees popping from being in the same position for a while, trying to have a better reach for the bath. When he enters the bedroom again, Pac is happily saying something being at the edge of the bed, while Mike is behind him, answering from time to time while apparently brushing Pac's long black and blue hair.
Fit can't help but coo at the domestic sight.
“Fitch!” Pac is fast to spot them, stirring a bit and then saying a quick apology to Mike who protested at the sudden action. The last mentioned had the weighted blanket around its shoulders while brushing the other’s hair, so hopefully they won't get overstimulated while taking care of the black and blue locks. “Mikey was helping me brush my hair while you were preparing the bath!”
“I can see that.” Fit nods at his own words, lovely looking at both of them. “Thank you Mike, it'll make things easier.”
“Obrigado Mikinho.” Pac fastly turned his head to kiss Mike's tip of her nose, making the other jump from the sudden and unexpected movement and making a disgusted face.
“Do that again and I'll make you both go to Barbearia do Ramón again.”
“What did I do?”
“Mikey, vai toma no cu.” Pac says seconds after Fit, with the biggest smile ever, turning around and keeping still, sighing when the other started to brush his hair again. “Are you done?” He continues as nothing has happened or has been said, tangle at his hands, twisting it while talking. It's probably hard for him to be sitting so still in the same spot, so maybe that's why Mike's being pretty gentle, its digits light as a father tangled through Pac's hair.
“Almost. I need to grab your towels, clothes and maybe my bathrobe and then we're good to go.” Fit says while walking towards them, vaguely motioning at Mike, and when the other nods he kisses Mike's cheek and then Pac's forehead. “Be right back.”
Fit quickly grabs the mentioned objects and gently places them at their designated spots in the bathroom, pondering while looking at the hook right at the outside of the bathtub, which is at the perfect height so it's more reachable and accessible for Pac, but they decided to let it empty just in case. He closes the door so the warm feeling that you get entering the bathroom is keeped inside for a bit, at least until the three of them enter the room. Everything is finally ready.
The american goes back to the bedroom, this time it seems like they were having a discussion of some kind, Fit couldn't get half of what they were saying and they were speaking too fast for the poor translator to catch, but he preferred not to interrupt in case it was something important. Knowing both of them though, it's probably shenanigans.
Pac was still at the edge of the bed, but this time his legs were hanging at the edge while he crashed at the bed, Mike was just laying above him, even when they were apparently having an argument, Mike was being very vocal about it while Pac was making a lot of gestures with his hands and face.
“Fitche!” Mike is the one spotting them first this time, lifting her head a bit, but not moving much, the weighted blanket was on the floor for some reason. “Pac is a burro, right?”
“Você é burro!”
“Should I ask what's happening?” Fit says while approaching them, grabbing the weighted blanket and letting it lay near Mike just in case they wanted it again. The bed shuffles a bit when he sits besides Pac and leans back too, Mike is fast to put astros legs above Fit, now laying between the both of them.
“Não.”
“Yes! I want to continue working on the machine but Pac's not letting me!”
“I mean. You both got pretty focused on it yesterday. You could try to rest today.”
“So you can keep infodumping about history and war, but when I say that I want to continue working in a machine, I'm the bad guy?!”
Both Pac and Fit laugh while the other just huffs, crossing its arms, but having a smirk at her face that meant that they weren't being serious, just teasing.
“Just because something is true, does not mean you need to say it.” Fit says, gently caressing one of Mike's knees, petting it when the statement was said. “You don't need to stop speaking portuguese just because of me, I can read the translator just fine, by the way.”
“We know but we also like to practice our english.” Pac says, and Mike hums. “Should we get up?”
“We should. But first of all I wanted to ask you Pac, would you like help getting off your prosthetic? or are you fine doing it yourself?” Fit looks at him, and the other just looks everywhere but at Fit's face. He seems to be pondering for a bit, until he slowly nods. Fit waits until he adds something else, but when he doesn't, they continue. “Yes to which one? sorry.”
“oh— uhm, yes to- the help one, please.”
“Should I do it? Or you're fine with Fit?” Mike asks this time, something making a noise at their hands, Pac probably gave them Fit's tangle, and he tries to ignore this to pay attention to what Pac would answer.
“Fit can do it— if you want of course.” The mentioned just nods, and the black haired man continues. “But, distraction? please?”
“I can talk about something while Fit does it.” Mike offers, and the one with a blue hoodie nods.
“Are you sure?” Fit says while gently moving Mike's legs so they could sit again. “It's okay if you prefer Mike doing it, I won't get mad or something.”
“Yeah, it's okay. Could you- do it now, please? The bath's gonna get cold.”
“Yeah, no problem.”
Fit gets up, and quickly gets at his knees to be at the perfect height to gently move a bit Pac's good leg to have better access to the other. While Fit starts caressing Pac's thigh, trying to reassure him, Mike takes that as a signal to start rambling about whatever in portuguese. By the way Mike's fastly and happily talking about it while Pac is laughing, its probably explaining how she exploded someone again.
When everything is done, Fit stores Pac's prosthetic leg at their inventory and gently massages the residual limb, which looks pretty affected by Pac wearing the prosthetic for too long.
“Does it hurt?” Fit asks, voice little trying not to make the brazilian feel bad again, almost like a whisper but the perfect amount of volume to be heard by the three people in the bedroom.
“No, it's okay.”
“Of course you're gonna say that.” Mike scoffs, and Pac makes a hurt face. Fit quickly gets up and claps his hands, trying to get the attention focused to him again instead of Pac's leg.
“Everything’s ready. Mike, how do you want to do this? Want me to hand you your swimsuit so you can change before we enter or?” The mentioned hums, pondering for a bit, Fit patiently waits, knowing that it's a hard topic for them.
“Is it inside the bathroom right now?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay.” Mike stirs, rolling to the side of the bed, Pac makes a ‘uff’ sound when the first mentioned accidentally crushed Pac's stomach, but he says nothing and just watches the other get up, too. “I'm gonna change and then you can enter.”
“Sounds good to me. I'll knock at the door before entering just in case though. Are you okay with Pac being naked?” Sounds a bit silly, but Fit prefers to ask, trying to be as clear as possible.
Mike and Fit are both asexuals, but Fit doesn't care much while Mike is pretty repulsive about everything skin related, so it's good to always ask, just in case. It's a pretty complicated topic to Mike, and Fit understands, so does Pac.
“It's fine, don't care.” Mike enters the bathroom, closing the door behind them. Fit looks at Pac, who's arching his eyebrows.
“Why did you only mention me? You're not coming with us? Where’re you going?” Pac is fast to panic, slowly getting up as he speaks. “You said you would help me wash my hair?”
“I only mentioned you because I'm not feeling like having a bath right now, but I want you both to enjoy it either way.” Fit is fast to explain, approaching Pac and taking both his hands, kissing his knuckles. “I'm coming with you both, I'm not going anywhere, and you're right, I said that I'm going to help you wash your hair and I'm in fact going to, don't worry Pac, I got you.”
Pac tilts his head, trying to process all their words, and then warmly smiles, doing grabby hands. Fit chuckled and easily lifts Pac from the bed, carrying him bride style towards the bathroom.
“You're sure you don't want your crutches or wheelchair?” Fit asks while looking down at Pac, carefully lifting him, having his good hand under Pac's good leg. The last mentioned looks pretty comfy at Fit's embrace, nuzzling his face against his chest.
“I'm good.”
Lifting Pac with one hand, to which the other gasps but says nothing, he's just surprised because he's really muscular and not light by any means and Fit seems to lift him as he weights nothing. Fit knocks at the door using their prosthetic, waiting until having an affirmative answer to open the door and carefully make his way through it having Pac still clinging to them.
Mike only makes fun of both of them a bit, smirking while looking up and down at both of them, and when astros got tired of it, Mike decided to just enter the bathtub, loudly sighing in a content tone when the warm water reached almost all of their, probably, aching body. Her bright pink hair stands out with their dark skin, buzz cut at each of their sides, she's wearing their swimsuit as previously said. The mentioned piece of clothing has a creeper, a trident and a pac-man embroidered, courtesy of Fit, who sewn them himself with the thought that it'd be nice to decor Mike's favorite swimsuit, with a piece of each of them. He also thought about adding something related to Ramón and Richarlyson, but they got too fixated into another thing and ended up forgetting. This time, Fit notes, Mike doesn't seem to care enough to hide its chest, and honestly, both him and Pac couldn't care less either.
“Careful.” Fit is fast to say while slowly letting Pac down. “Do you want to use your shower chair, or just use Mike?” He asks while the black haired man presses his weight against Fit's side, trying to regain some balance using one leg, and one arm around Fit's broad shoulders.
It's a bit of an awkward position since Fit has to bend down a little to try to make it more comfortable because of their difference in height, but no one says anything about this.
“That sounds a bit weird, but whatever you say big guy.” Mike says with an accusative tone, Pac giggles and Fit just sighs, trying to be serious for once.
“Mike can help me and then we can use the shower chair later for my hair.” He's fast to answer while starting to do some hops to reach the bathtub. Fit gets a strong wave of concern, but he tries to brush it off, letting Pac do it by himself, not wanting to overwhelm him offering help all the time. “Right now I just want to— chill.”
Pac sits at the edge of the bathtub, and starts undressing. Fit lets him have some space and centers their attention into Mike instead, who is almost completely submerged in the bathtub, the bubbles make it hard to properly see her, and Mike just looks up at him. Fit widely grins and the other slightly tilts their head.
“I can't see shit.” Mike says, green eyes looking around the room, Fit is confused about the words and accidentally mimics them tilting his head, and after pondering while looking at Mike's unimpressed face, Fit remembers again.
“Oh. Your glasses, I forgot about that.” Both Pac and Mike laugh at his words, and Fit blushes from the embarrassment of not remembering when he actually did earlier. They have too many things in mind right now- his brain is thinking too fast for their liking.
They just wish they could be in this moment forever. They wish they could just be with his loved ones for eternity and more.
The good sensation of the warmth from the bathtub all around the room kissing his aching joints, mixed with the warmth of their heart beating fast as ever noticing how close Mike and Pac are to them it's so overwhelming warm that it almost makes his heart melt, in an absolutely good way, If only, if only Fit could make everyone happy. They all deserve it.
All the people from this island deserve to be safe, and to feel loved and to be seen—
the warm and gently touch of a hand caressing his scarred cheek makes Fit come back to earth.
Mike is now concernedly looking up at them while Pac seems to be searching for his gaze, searching for any kind of hint that could tell that Fit came back to both of them. He tiredly smiles, not knowing if it reached their eyes but not caring about it. Pac makes a small smile back and Mike sighs.
“Sorry, just thinkin.”
“Thinking good or thinking bad?” Pac is fast to ask, trying not to make a concerned expression and absolutely failing, he's too expressive to that, something that Fit loves. He also loves how lacking of expression Mike is most of the time. A thumb is smoothing their scarred cheek while Mike intensely looking at them both, probably not knowing how to react.
“It's okay, don't worry.” Fit tries to make a reassuring smile, but gives up halfway through. “Sorry.” They add, reaching his good hand to grab one of Mike's, and using their prosthetic one to grab Pac's hand that was at their cheek and Fit kisses the inside of Pac's wrist, an ugly and angry scar at that specific place welcomes them, it feels rough under his lips but Fit doesn't mind it, he loves all of Mike's and Pac's bodies, scars included.
Mike squeezes his hand hard, wetting all of it but Fit couldn't care less. They squeeze back, and Pac smiles up at them both.
“I think I need a hand.” Pac says, glancing at his own stump for a few seconds and then switching his gaze to Fit's eyes, even if they don't meet his, he doesn't mind.
“You could just give him your prosthetic.” Mike comments, Pac tries to shuffle a laugh and Fit just sighs. “Just sayin.” They shrug, and the water slightly moves at the motion.
“You did ask for a hand tho.” Fit gives up and continues the joke.
“I could just throw myself backwards right now into the bathtub but I don't think any of you princes would catch me.” Pac slightly moves while talking, trying to get up using Fit's help, who lets go of Mike's hand just to have some extra support in case the black haired man needed it.
“I think Fit is more of a princess.” Mike comments again while popping a bubble, Fit was helping Pac to get some stability before turning around.
“I mean. I wouldn't mind being rescued I guess.” Fit comments, not really paying too much attention, trying to be as careful as ever, hoping that his stupid hands can do something right for once. Not using too much strength, but the perfect amount to actually help Pac. “I beat both of you would do anything to save me.”
“You're so right! You're stuck with us forever!” Pac happily cheers and then deepens his voice at the last word, Mike just nods, reaching both hands to help Pac with being more stable.
“I know, I love it don't worry.” Fit says, and Pac just hums, too concentrated right now to continue with the conversation. Fit subtly glances at Pac's happy trail, and then looks up at his scars right below his pecs. Both of them are so attractive that Fit sometimes feels insane, in a good way.
Pac slowly makes his way with Mike's help, finally sitting inside the bathtub, securely being hugged from behind by Mike, Pac having his back against their chest.
When both of them seem to be comfortable enough, Fit reaches for Pac's shower stool and sits on it while looking at the pair who seem to be enjoying the bath. It's funny to see all the bubbles around them, he pops some of them while the other two calmly chat about whatever. It feels so domestic again that Fit's heart pings with something, but they decided to ignore it.
Fit submerged his good hand in the bubbled water, moving it around until he finds Pac's good leg, and then their hand is gently caressing across Pac's plush thigh, smoothing the skin, hoping that both of them know how much he loves them even without saying it. Saying it is hard, but maybe some actions could show it better than mere words.
He would caress Mike's thighs too, which are bigger than Pac's and Fit’s combined and that's something that Fit loves, but between having just one hand that they're willing to wet and the fact that Mike's doesn't seem to be appreciating a lot of touch today, Fit decides to just hear both of them rambling while still caressing Pac's thigh, healed tissue meeting his hand from time to time.
This morning is being so nice it feels surreal, but they would love to hear Ramón and Richarlyson quickly running around the house while laughing about whatever shenanigans they're into this time.
“Shouldn't you get off your hearing aids?” Mike asks after a while of pacific silence.
“I mean, as long as you don't splash me, it should be fine.” Pac and Mike keep silent at Fit's words, so he arches one of his eyebrows, a questioning look all over their face, wanting to get up both but knowing that his cut-in-half eyebrow with a scar across it would be a bit more complicated to move. “...you wouldn't wet me when I'm wearing those, would you?”
“I mean—”
“Pac, no.”
“Technically if you only get your shirt wet—”
“Mike, no.”
Fit sighs when the other two burst out in a set of laughter, lovely looking at both of his favorite mischievous creatures probably plotting against them.
“If you want me to take my shirt off you just have to ask, love.” Fit adds, intensely looking at Mike and winking at them, Mike fakes a gag and Pac just blushes, darting his eyes to Fit's chest, being no discrete about it by any means, void-like eyes pretty interested in what was said. “But please don't splash me I don't want my hearing aids or prosthetic arm getting wet, seriously."
“I thought you could wet your prosthetic?” Pac says, voice sounding genuine so Fit was going to answer, but Mike answered before they could.
“I could just make you a better one though.”
“I like mine. And it can get wet, I just don't want Richarlyson’s and Ramón's stickers to get wet, they drew them themselves.”
Both Tazer and Craft make a long ‘owwww’ sound, Mike's one sounded like a jokily teasing one while Pac's one sounded more genuine. Fit just huffs, thinking about splashing both of them first.
At some point, both Mike's and Fit's hands find each other at Pac's thighs, not knowing what to do Fit stays still until Mike intertwines their fingers and squeezes him, and now both of them are above Pac's thighs, who's just peacefully resting against Mike, finally closing his eyes and making a completely relaxed expression.
Fit knows better than anyone how extremely hard it is to relax for Mike and Pac after everything and all the paranoia that comes with it, so he treasures moments like this the most.
Fit's so proud of both of them, Mike slowly working on their trust issues and breaking those I-don’t-like-you-but-I-tolerate-you-I-guess walls, and Pac even consenting to bath with someone else even with his many triggers with water.
It's weird, to have something that you wanted after years of begging to have it. It's weird to be able to have a domestic life after being all your life yearning for it, it almost makes them think that they do not deserve it, if it weren't for Mike and Pac reassuring him all the time saying that he deserves to feel safe and loved too.
It's funny how you can say things like that to everyone else but on the inside, it's more complicated to believe it yourself.
But Pac and Mike make it feel reachable, the feeling of being unconditionally loved and cared for, and the feeling of almost deserving it.
It's funny, Fit thinks again, he probably has a soft spot for broken things. The pure thought of that makes them make a small smile full of both melancholy and excitement to see what the future is about to offer.
After a while of pure silence where the only thing that could be heard was Mike popping bubbles and both of them slightly moving the water when their intertwined hands squeezed each other, Fit thought that it was the perfect moment to wash Pac's hair, before the water starts getting cold. He knows that Pac's too shy to ask again, so they'll be the one offering it this time.
“Pac.” He calls, using the most neutral but at the same time honey laced tone he could find. “Would you like me to wash your hair?” The mentioned hums, eyes still closed while he trusts Mike to help with his stability, Fit waits, letting the words sink in. After a few seconds, he slowly nods.
“Could you say something?” Fit says, and Pac opens his eyes and looks at them confused. “Just so I know you're actually okay with me touching you and you didn't say ‘yes’ just because I asked and you're incapable of saying ‘no’, please.”
Mike giggles, but it's not full of happiness, it's more of a you-know-him-so-well kind of giggle.
Pac tried to throw an accusatory glance at them, but she was behind him so it was a bit complicated, he ended up making a funky expression and almost slipping from the floor of the bathtub, Mike having to catch him while Fit was almost dying with worry, because both of them are so uncareful it's insane, the sound of both of them gasping in surprise and the water angry moving made Fit almost want to scream. Pac starts loudly laughing and Mike follows him.
Hearing both of them laughing is nice, though. Or at least that's what Fit's brain tried to supply when the adrenaline from the sudden scare weared off. Mike is slowly moving backwards, trying to put them both at the same spot from before, and carefully approaching the shelf near the edges of the bathtub that they put so Pac could easily reach whatever he needs without needing their help, and vaguely gestures at it with its chipped black nails.
Fit nods, understanding the sign and grabbing some stuff that he thought were Pac's, quickly getting up and grabbing Pac's favorite hairbrush, too. When Fit sits down again, near the edge of the bathtub, with everything ready and mentally preparing himself to remember that his hands are for much more than destroying, they arch both eyebrows with a bit of work since both members of Tazercraft are laughing and whispering in a rushed tone to each other. He looked up, but the translator seemed to give up from how fast and low they both were talking.
“Don't explode anything. You're in water but I'm not.” Fit says with a warning tone while placing shampoo and whatever more at the edge so Pac could pick which one he wanted to use.
“You're no fun!” Mike is fast to answer, while Pac just nods, agreeing with Mike, of course.
“I'm sorry but I already had to rebuild this bathroom once because you two thought it would be a good idea to test some explosives near it. I don't want to build this twice.”
“It was an accident!”
“Mike.”
“Richarlyson helped!”
“That's even worse, Pac!”
After some more protesting and laughing, Fit started working on Pac's hair, long black and blue locks felt nice under their digits, and Mike brushing it beforehand was perfect. Pac seemed to be enjoying it too by his expression alone, gently humming in a low tone while closing his eyes and letting all his weight be embraced by Mike who was making sure he doesn't slip again.
Pac unconsciously leans into Fit's touch, who smiles lovely looking at him. They abruptly feel the urge to kiss them both, and the sudden thought makes them stop in his track, making Pac look up at them with a confused expression, tilting his head to one side, and Mike follows him a few seconds later, even though Fit's not really sure if Mike can see his expression without its glasses.
Fit's smile gets wider, and he gives Pac a brief kiss on the lips, so sweet and tender that the black haired man seems to melt even more. Then, Fit reaches behind him and gives Mike a brief kiss on the lips, this time it's more fierce, Mike always likes to fight for having control over the kiss.
Fit accidentally stops moving his hands at Pac's hair and the mentioned loudly protests, making both Mike and Fit apologize while the latter continues with massaging his scalp trying to spread the shampoo. The moment Fit lifts his hands again, Pac uses that opportunity to dive into the water, now there's a mixture between shampoo and bubbles. Fit continues taking care of Pac's hair while both Mike and him chat about something, they seem pretty relaxed even when they're probably talking about shenanigans again.
“How are you both feeling?” Fit asks while brushing Pac's wet and now clean hair. It feels so smooth to the touch that Fit can't even believe it.
“Doing okay.” Mike is first to answer, ducking their head to rest it on Pac's shoulder. The black haired man giggles, probably because of the sudden feeling of Mike's hair tickling him. Fit wonders if Mike's being honest, or if she would like its hair to be washed too. “I was overwhelmed this morning but I'm feeling fine now.”
“That's good to know.” Fit says, Mike nods and Pac throws his head back, almost hitting Mike, who whispers a ‘bonk’ under their breath. “Pac?”
“I had a heavy nightmare.” He says, tone low while Fit tries so hard to not throw himself into that bathtub to hug them both until they’re never hurting again. But, he wants to keep Richarlyson's and Ramón's stickers on their prosthetic as much as possible, and he doesn't want to overwhelm Mike again, that would be no good. “It's stupid—”
“If it's important to you, then it's not stupid.” Mike is fast to say, and Fit nods, even when Pac had his eyes closed, this time it was probably because of him trying not to look at either of Fit or Mike more than relaxing, which makes the american’s heart hurt but he doesn't want to express it so they just kiss Pac's forehead and then Mike's head.
“Don't wanna talk about it ” Pac adds, and both Fit and Mike nod, even when he can't see it, but they also add a verbal response.
“You don't have to.” Fit tries, using the most neutral tone that he could gather, not wanting to pressure the other into talking about something that probably hurt pretty badly to be still distressed about it by now. “By the way Mike, would you like help with your hair, too?” They offer this time, trying to ease a bit of the sudden change in atmosphere. It's a relaxing day, and it should stay like that.
“Nāo”
“You want us to help you with your hair too, Fitche?” Pac adds, heavy on the accent, Mike loudly laughs, face still at Pac's shoulder and Fit looks at him narrowing their eyes. Pac has his pretty black eyes fully opened now, looking up at them, moving both his cut eyebrows up and down.
Fit's having contrary feelings to this, not knowing if he should laugh, or be concerned about Pac trying to joke to ignore his bad feelings… but Pac's looking at them with such a lovely expression, probably taking advantage of his pretty privilege, and it's definitely working on Fit, damn it.
“Okay, you're both grounded.”
“I didn't say anything??” Mike is fast to protest, almost knocking Pac's head off when lifting its head from his shoulder, but missing for a little.
“And I just asked a pretty valid question!”
Fit sighs, dragging their hands down his face while the other two keep laughing. He's glad that Ramón and Richarlyson are not here, because he's already exhausted and it's just morning.
“You probably think of the same, you both literally share the same mind!” He says half joking, gasping when Mike fastly moves to try to splash them. Luckily Fit has good reflexes and could evade all the water that was honestly pretty aimed at their chest.
“Okay, and how are you gonna ground us, uh?” Mike says using a challenging tone, a wide smirk all over their face while Pac just blushed a bit, looking away and Mike rested its head against Pac's. “What ideas do you have, big boy?”
Fit smirks too, mirroring Mike's expression, knowing that she can't see right now, but not really caring about it, arching one of his eyebrows to make some more emphasis in his next words.
“No being near any machines until tomorrow.”
Both Mike's and Pac's facial expressions completely change, both of them showing disbelief and Fit fears that Mike's gonna accidently let Pac slip from their embrace again, but luckily that didn't happen this time, Mike in fact grabbed Pac from the waist, a hard grip that could be seen above the water. They probably should get out already, Fit’s brain vaguely offers, but he's too busy right now, savoring the victory.
“What if Ramón—” Mike tries, but Fit is fast to chime in since he already thought of both of them using some kind of excuse.
“Ramón AND Richas are specially grounded too.” Fit uses a more serious tone, thinking about it, this could be the perfect opportunity to make both Mike and Pac rest for at least one day, before their bodies decide to give up. “If I wasn't bald already, I'd probably be by now, from how many times I watched those carefree children go near the most dangerous machines ever.” Pac looks up with a triumphant smile, trying to look at Mike, but before they continue, Fit added. “Created by their parents by the way, which I think it's even worse and it helps my point. No machines for today, please. And get out of the bathtub already if you're done.”
Both of them loudly protest again, and Fit smiles. When they get like this, Fit can't help but think of the kids. You can tell they're their parents, which makes Fit's heart stir. That feels so good to think about.
Mike lifts up its head and looks at Fit for a while, but says nothing. Fit is a bit confused by that, wondering if they want something or its just not controlling where their eyes are looking at, Fit just tilts his head while Pac seems to pay no attention to their interaction, just humming something that sounds like a song while trying to pop some bubbles that were near both of them.
“Can you help me, too?”
Fit smiles, and nods. Of course he can. They get up, and try not to slip with the water that was at the floor from when Mike tried to splash them, while carefully placing Pac's products where they belong and searching for Mike's. When he approached them again, they didn't get as lucky this time, being completely attacked by a wave of water that was sent by Mike, who was loudly laughing with Pac.
“You're lucky I was gonna wash this shirt anyway.” Fit says while looking down at it, hopefully no water came close to their hearing aids or the stickers that he wants to keep at their prosthetic arm. He glances at it while the others just keep laughing. Luckily for them, Fit loves when they both laugh so genuinely. “And I'm pretty impressed that you could aim so good with no glasses.”
“Obrigada.”
Fit makes a face but says nothing more. They keep looking at his now wet shirt. At least it wasn't his pajama, since they were too tired yesterday to change before crashing at bed while Tazercraft were trying to make a sandwich with him.
He's debating if they should get it off, some frantically nods from Pac and a shrug from Mike were their answers, so Fit just took his old shirt off, receiving back a completely stare without shame from Mike, while Pac makes a whistle sound that makes Fit regret all his life choices.
“Sometimes I miss when I was in the closet.”
He says, clearly joking.
Fit's really proud of his body, but sometimes it's hard to expose it in such an intimate way, the dim lights of the room made his scars shine more than ever and they scrunch his face at that, not liking it too much, but Mike's mischievous voice makes them look at it instead of his own scarred skin.
“It was a closet made of glass tho.” Fit heavily sighs at astro's words, trying to hide the fact that he would probably stutter if they tried to answer them. They draw both of his hands down their face, trying to hide their spreading blush instead. “Did I lie?”
“Do you actually want help, or just me naked?” Fit arches an eyebrow when Pac laughs, knowing that this was probably a plan made by the two of them, but at the same time he wanted to casually mention it just in case Mike didn't want to ask again.
“Me ajuda, por favor.”
After a while of taking care of Mike's hair, Fit's almost done. Bright pink locks under Fit fingers that he could tell were shorter but a bit more tangled than Pac's, but as beautiful as his. Fit would praise it more if it weren't for the fact that he can't stop thinking, like at all. It seems to be a bad day for the three of them, but that doesn't mean that they don't deserve spending a nice morning together, even if it's a hard morning.
“It feels nice to be taken care of for once, doesn't it?” Fit says with a small voice, not really sure if any of them could hear him at all, but Mike nods, even if it's a small movement of their head, Fit noticed, and smiled. It's funny, how Mike and Pac probably think that Fit has the perfect body, while Fit can only notice his imperfection printed all over their body.
It's funny because it's probably the other way around, too. Pac and Mike are probably focusing so hard on their own imperfections that they don't even notice the ones from the others. Fit kisses Pac's scar under his eye, and then, he grabs one of Mike's hands and kisses the scarred knuckles, too. None of them question it, just enjoying the peaceful moment and the sudden affection.
When the process of cleaning Mike's hair was close to being done, Mike sadly decided to speak and break the peaceful moment and silence that they were having, just to tease them, again.
“You can use more strength, you know. I'm not gonna break.” She says, glancing at Fit with those big green eyes, slightly unfocused because of the lack of vision, but looking pretty threatening nonetheless. It's funny, because at least Mike tries to look at Fit in his eyes even if both of them hate it. Pac just stares directly at Fit's chest, no hesitation, fully stare. He’d be blushing more if they could. “If you keep touching me so sweetly, you're even gonna kill Etoiles.”
Pac snickers, but says nothing, and Fit just sighs, finally finished with Mike's hair, vaguely motioning to them to do the same as Pac before, and Mike fastly dives into the water and comes back out, shaking itself like a dog and wetting both Fit and Pac, the latter laughs while the first just makes a exaggerated loud sigh, but luckily nothing important got wet, yet again, just skin. Fit needs to get both of them out of there before water reaches their hearing aids or the stickers that Richarlyson and Ramón made with all the love in their little dragon hearts.
“Okay Mike.” Fit starts, thinking really hard about what to say, while looking at Mike, who was clinging to Pac like a lifesaver. It was a cute sight, but he's not willing to change their hearing aids yet. “I know you're comfy right now, using Pac as a giant pillow, but you have to get out, what do you think about…” Fit darts his eyes and moves their gaze to the clock near them, pondering. “Ten more minutes? and then we get out, sounds good?”
They have a lot of clocks all over the house to help Pac with his time management issues. Bless his ADHD that gets heavily present when he's with Mike and its autistic hyperfixations, both of them ending up somehow making Pac get obsessed over something, that ‘something’ being machines most of the time, since it's one of Mike's special interests.
Mike doesn't seem too happy to accept the offer, but nods, probably not really wanting to discuss anything further. Pac just shrugs, if it was for him, he would've probably been out of the water for a while now, but he wanted to let Mike relax for a while, too. It's funny, how the three of them think about the other's well-being instead of their own. Fit can almost hear Phil lecturing them all about trauma again.
There's a peaceful silence again.
Pac slightly moves, to Mike's misfortune, just to get closer to the edge of the bathtub, to Fit. Then, he lifts one of his hands, and starts caressing the american's back, up and down, the way he knows they love, head nuzzling against their face and then resting his forehead against Fit's. Mike sighs and tries to follow Pac, hugging him from his side instead of from the back this time, and Fit reaches his good hand to grabs Mike's, to start caressing the scarred knuckles, thumb moving in circles while Pac gets away from Fit just to tenderly kiss Mike and then come back to rest at Fit's forehead again.
The last mentioned tries to center all their attention in the good sensations instead of the fact that Pac's hand is all wet, making him shiver but loving the lovely touches.
Tazercraft seem to be feeling better already, which is everything to Fit.
Pac leans back a little, and he locks eyes with Fit. Two void-like eyes staring directly at two hazel stained-with-blood ones. Pac’s smile widens, so does Fit’s. Both of them blush, and Mike scoffs, as most of the time when the other two get too sappy.
Then, something crossed through the american's mind, and he has a big grin on their face while he approaches Mike, and when the last mentioned doesn't seem to get taken back, Fit kisses them hard, and Mike kisses back even harder, both fighting for the dominance while Fit tries not to bite their lover lips, knowing that it could trigger Pac to see blood while in the water.
When they're done and both gasping for air, Pac gently ‘bonks’ his head against Fit's, and the other just snickers, squeezing Mike's hand that was still being held by their good hand. Pac doesn't seem to want to move now, staying completely still with his forehead on Fit’s, just smiling and with his pretty void-eyes closed. Fit glances at Mike, who's again hiding their face at Pac's shoulder, bright pink hair having a special glim of light against Pac's dark skin.
“So, no cleaning your hair, Fitche?” Pac says with a faked innocence tone, looking up at Fit and bashing his eyelashes, the freckles all over his face glowed as ever under the dim light of the bathroom, and Fit almost ignores him until he remembers that the bathtub is in fact half empty now.
“Okay that's it, get the fuck out of the bathtub, it's bed time.” Fit glances at the clock. “It was time either way.”
Both of them loudly protest when Fit gets up, but he ignores them, removing the plug from the bathtub and watching as it slowly empties.
“You'll have to get out before getting cold.” He says, a challenging tone while looking at both of them. Well, they were looking at the direction of their faces, but not their eyes, never their eyes. It's funny because Fits is better at looking at their lips than eyes, most of the time if he gets catched they say he was trying to read their lips. Never worked though, it always ends with Fit being kissed by both of them.
Mike groans and tries to disappear against Pac's shoulder, while the latter looks up again at Fit with his big black eyes and makes grabby hands, trying to silently get help from the american. Fit sighs, jokingly teasing Pac, when he's actually feeling pretty honored by the fact that Pac trusted him so much that he'll ask for their help at any time, but he's not willing to say that out loud.
“I'm gonna grab the stool so you can sit instead of stand, okay?”
Fit says, and when Pac nods, he quickly grabs the mentioned object and places it as near as possible on the edge of the bathtub. Then, the brazilian makes grabby hands again, so Fit warns Mike so it doesn't get surprised when he effortlessly lifts Pac, and gently places him at the stool, fastly grabbing his towels and clothes too, making sure that he has everything he needs near him, so he can actually reach of them without too much effort. When Fit's feeling accomplished, they turn around to look at Mike, who was still in the almost empty bathtub.
“Doing good?” He asks in a low tone, kneeling on the floor, near the bathtub just in case they were needed but far enough to not make it feel overwhelmed.
Mike nods, and then ponders, as if looking for the best way of answering without it sounding weird, or something. Fit understands, knowing better than anyone that it's complicated to verbalize something that makes sense for your brain, but it doesn't make sense for others.
He knows, from how awkward it was to explain some of their own triggers after getting together with Pac and Mike, thinking that 2B2T wasn't that bad and other people from the island had it worse, realizing after a while that thinking that way, was in fact, another trauma response to add to the list.
He didn't even know what a butterfly was before arriving to the island, which apparently horrified Mike and especially Pac more than the fact that Fit modified their own teeth just to eat meat better, it didn't matter which type, just, meat.
They return to planet earth when Mike tenderly kisses him, and Fit blinks a bunch of times. They were too stuck in his thoughts to notice that Mike was already out, drying off with their towel, and looking up at him with a confused expression.
“Did you say anything? sorry.” He adds with a low tone, and looks at Pac, who was behind Mike, all dressed up already and patiently waiting for both of them, mindlessly swinging his good leg, stump still, as if he was scared of even noticing that it's there. Pac was also looking at them with a confused expression, which Fit hates, they hate so much when anyone else worries about him. Makes him feel weird. “I'm okay, just thinking.”
“Wha’re you thinkin, cãozinho?”
Mike says, accent thick and almost slurring their words, her pink lips slightly parted, and Pac snickers. Mike's drying its hair with astro's pink towel, while having another one at her waist, making its belly and happy trail even more noticeable, and Fit tries so hard not to stare and actually focus on anything that his lover is saying, blushing a bit at what she called him.
“Just, how lucky I am.” He replies after a while, smiling at both of them, and then kisses Mike's forehead, who scoffs and starts walking towards their bedroom, but Fit can see their small smile that she's trying to hide, and Pac just smiles when the american kiss him too, probably thinking the same, since the black haired man saw it, too.
“I think we should wait until Mikey is all dressed up.” Pac comments when he notices that Fit was looking at the door, and the later nods, already knowing it, but trying to pay attention just in case Mike needed something.
As he already guessed before, it seems like it's a bad day for the three of them, which most of the time means that Mike wants to be left alone or to be squeezed all the time, no in-between, Pac only wants cuddles most of the time, or as they call it ‘cafuné’, and Fit just wants whatever they both want, Fit tries to help and take care of both of them as much as he can.
“She seems to be feeling better already.” He says in a low tone, only for Pac to hear, while still looking at the half opened door that leads to their shared bedroom.
“Sim.”
He can still hear the fast pacing and the loud giggles of both Ramón and Richarlyson, when they play tag all over the house. Fit misses them, but he knows that they’re probably having the best time ever, and now Tazercraft needs more attention than them.
“I'd like to go to the bedroom soon though, I'm still half naked.”
“I don't mind.”
Fit looks down at Pac, narrowing his eyes and arching one of his eyebrows, and the black haired man just laughs, one of those warm and real ones that both Mike and Fit love, when they have the absolute pleasure to hear them.
Pac tends to fake a lot of laughs, and smiles, just to not worry the ones he loves, but Fit and Mike can absolutely read behind the fake facade. Thinking about that, Fit remembers some moments before when Pac mentioned that he had a heavy nightmare, and probably all the exhaustion from working in the machine was not helping.
“How're you feeling?”
“Good, thank you, Fitche.”
The american ghosts his good hand over Pac's, and grabs it, benching down a bit, and then takes his hand until it reaches Fit's lips and he kisses Pac's back of hand. He's wearing gloves most of the time, so Fit likes to kiss his hands as much as he can when he's comfortable gloveless at home.
“What are you thanking me for, darling?”
“Dunno. This morning, the ones before this one, you existing. Everything, I don't know.”
Fit blushes again, scratching the back of their neck, a bit embarrassed and not really knowing what to say to that. Pac just looks up at him and gives him one of those beautiful and sincere smiles he makes.
Mike calls for them both, so Pac carefully gets up and hugs Fit with one arm, so he can comfortably hop until he gets to the bed.
Pac throws himself at the bed, bouncing a bit at the impact and a giggle was being muffled by the fact that he was facing down against the sheets. Fit sighs, and then looks at Mike, who throws a shirt to them. Fit fastly catches it, and notices that it has a huge creeper symbol at the front, so this is one of Mike's shirts, which makes the other grin when he notices it. It's one of the huge ones so their wide shoulders wouldn't be a problem, so he puts it on fastly, being careful with his hearing aids and prosthetic. The texture of the shirt feels so nice, and knowing that it's Mike's makes it even better.
“Should we do something?” Pac asks, slightly moving until he was at the edge of the bed, sifting his sight between Fit and Mike.
“Nāo.”
Mike is fast to reply, and she grabs Fit by his good hand and tugs at them, making him faceplant at the bed, just like Pac some moments ago, bouncing a bit. The last mentioned laughs, luckily for him, Mike was careful enough to not crush Pac under Fit.
Mike tugs at them a little bit more, just the perfect amount to make Fit move again, and place him between her and Pac. Mike seems pretty content about this, hugging Fit’s side with both astros arms and legs, as if Fit was a huge plushie. Fit doesn't mind though, letting both of them turn him into a Tazercraft sandwich again, just like last night before actually sleeping.
Pac is fast to join too, comfortably placing his head at Fit's chest, grabbing their good hand and tenderly kissing the rough and scarred skin, and then intertwining their fingers and squeezing it from time to time, keeping both hands near his face in case he wants to kiss Fit's hand again. He also lifts his good leg to place it over Fit's waist, touching Mike’s legs too.
Fit's in a state of pure bliss right now, the warmth of the two bodies pressed against them and the dim light sneaking in through the blinds made the perfect amount of sweet pressure and closeness that made Fit's eyelids start to feel heavy. Their hearing aids pressing against his head were a bit uncomfortable, but they couldn't care less.
Pac's hair is under Fit's chin, tickling him, and they can feel that it's still wet. Mike's hair is probably still wet too, even if it's shorter than Pac's. They just hope Mike doesn't get overstimulated by this, but she seems fine, or at least it seems very comfortable pressed against Fit's side. Fit couldn't care less of both of them wetting his shirt —again, technically—, one at his chest and the other at their shoulder, he's having the best morning ever and a bit of cold water won't change it.
He's fighting so hard to not close their eyes, knowing that he's probably going to fall asleep as soon as he does from how comfortable they're feeling right now, looking up at the ceiling while Mike nuzzles against their shoulder and Pac squeezes their good hand. Fit's using his prosthetic hand to caress Mike's thigh, it's the only reachable part since Mike's tightly hugging their side, trapping his arms under hers.
Something is thrown and now resting at Fit's chest and he makes a ‘oof’ sound when the object touches them, and— oh. Fit can't see it because Pac's head is on the way, but by the way Mike fastly grabbed it and started twisting it, Fit can tell it's his tangle, the small noise that it makes when it's being fidgeted with it's pretty recognized by them. Pac probably had it in his inventory and gave it to Mike again.
Thinking about it, Mike was probably messing with Fit's prosthetic, and since he can't feel it they didn't even notice, but Pac probably did since they're pretty close to each other and he's looking in their direction. Fit doesn't mind though, he would let Mike mess with their prosthetic arm and whatever part of Fit she wanted to.
Pac stirs, and it seems like he's trying to reach for something and— oh. He makes a happy sound when he can actually grasp it with one hand and struggles a bit but he seems pretty content when he could accomplish his thought, now Mike's comfortable under their weighted blanket that Pac put above her after all that struggle, but it was fine because Pac is pretty strong and he can manage it alone, and even with one hand, since he was using the other to grab Fit's hand and he doesn't seem like wanting to free it yet.
When Fit's starting to close his eyes, some gentle hands ghost over their cheek, and then one of his hearing aids it's being carefully removed, they slightly move his head to the side so it was easier to access. He can tell it's Mike, their hands are bigger than Pac's, and a little more rough. When Fit doesn't protest or even says anything, Mike gets the other hearing aid and secures them in its inventory.
Her hand ghosts over Fit's prosthetic now, probably wanting to remove it too, but when they noticed that he was still and freezed, Mike fastly retracts their hand, knowing that it's a delicate topic for him.
After a while, the only thing that could be heard was their soft breathing, Mike twisting the tangle and a low humming sound that Pac was making, probably stimming. Fit had their eyes closed, but he was still squeezing Pac's hand, and caressing Mike's soft and scarred thigh.
Fit was thinking about the kids, hoping that they're behaving and having a great time with Bagi and Tina, when he decided to speak with a soft tone and trying to whisper, even when their voice was not exactly easy to low.
“I'm gonna sleep if we don't get up.”
Mike only nuzzles more against Fit's shoulder, so Pac's the one answering them, moving his head to the side so he can look up at him. Fit vaguely wonders if Pac can feel their heartbeat in that position, and he hopes not because they're sure it gets faster each time one of them looks at him with those beautiful green or black eyes.
“I don't see what's bad about that.”
Pac's slurring his words and he already has a sleepy undertone that implied that he was in fact falling asleep, too. But he also seemed to try to make his words as clear as possible since Fit's without their hearing aids.
Fit would love to just keep resting, but they have a lot of things to do, and they'll have to go pick up Ramón and Richarlyson at some point and and—
“We should—” Fit tries, but he's fastly cut off by Pac's words, loud and clear.
“Sleep more? you're so right, Fitche.”
Fit huffs, but smiles. Tazercraft remain silent, looking at each other, like waiting for Fit's reaction, but they both shift their sight to Fit’s face when he doesn't seem to answer, looking at them with a challenging look all over their faces.
“We're grounded, remember?” Mike says with a huge grin at their face, making sure that Fit could hear it, and Fit loudly sighs.
These two would be the end of him. He smiles, a warm and genuine one, even showing their modified teeth.
“Okay, ‘honk shoo mimimi’ time.”
Mike and Pac loudly cheer at Fit's words, even emptying their hands just to high five, making sure that Fit could see the action. He smiles again at both of their favorite sons of a gun.
Fit gets comfy again, same as Pac and Mike, who fall into a small chatter in portuguese that Fit's too comfortable right now to move and look at the translation. They're probably talking about machines, or Tubbo, or the kids, or whatever.
He closes their eyes, not sleeping yet but being almost there. He's wondering if both of them are cozy too, and the fast reply of their rhythmic breathing is the best answer that he could get.
After a while, Fit's pretty sure that both of them are actually sleeping now, so that means that he's just trapped here, because Fit would never wake them up, knowing how much they need a good rest, and moving right now would mean waking up the both of them, since they're using Fit as a human pillow.
He can only hope that both can actually have a good rest, or at least no nightmares for at least this quick morning nap or whatever. Fit knows how atrocious your own brain can be, and he absolutely knows how horrifying nightmares can be, too. He wishes they could get both their pain and make it his own pain forever, so neither of them have to have a bad time ever again. They don't deserve it.
If they were awake, Fit knows that both of them would say that he doesn't deserve it either, but, sometimes it's hard to believe.
Fit looks at Mike, they have their lips parted, pitched eyebrows and a funny expression, probably dreaming already, bright pink locks all over Fit's prosthetic, if he could feel it, it would probably tickle. The sound of the tangle ended a while back, and it's now resting at Mike's hand. Fit gets the sudden urge to kiss Mike, but she's too far away and they worry that moving would wake them up, so he squeezes their thigh instead, still caressing the soft skin, tracing some of the scars there, knowing them by heart, using their digits to slightly press against Mike's femoral artery in a discreet way, knowing that if he could feel his hand, they’d be feeling Mike's heartbeat under their digits, which is something that he loves to do.
They could see their chest going up and down, some of her locks moving because of their soft breathing.
There's something that eases his mind when it comes to clearly seeing signs of life, like seeing the slight movement of the eyes under the eyelids when they're already closed, hearing the breathing, or feeling the heartbeat. It was a bit awkward to explain, but Tazercraft didn't make fun of him when they explained it, which is nice.
Fit slightly moves their head and looks down at Pac now, he looks so pretty when he's not worrying about everything, soft breathing and relaxed eyebrows, black and blue locks all over his face but it doesn't seem to bother him at all. The freckles all over his face seem like a small constellation, and the scar under his eye doesn't seem as angry anymore, the dead tissue all healed up. He squeezes Pac's hand, and even in his sleep, he squeezes back, fast and sweet as ever. Fit can't help it and gently moves to kiss his forehead, trying so hard not to wake up any of them.
He wants them both to have an actual good rest and nice sleep for once, and, well, it would be too embarrassing to explain that he accidentally woke them up trying to kiss them while they were asleep. Fit would never hear the end of it, he's sure that even Tubbo would tease them about it non-stop, or Phil or Foolish or a lot of their friends, really.
Fit wonders if he should grab their tangle, or just let Mike have it even if they're asleep. He's a bit concerned of any of them crushing it while they're sleeping, but it also would be really easy to just put it all back together when they're up again, so it's not that big of a problem.
They take a deep breath, slowly letting the air in and out, and close his eyes, letting the warm sensation at their heart and the presence of his two partners helps him to finally get to sleep after such a nice start of morning.
Ramón and Richarlyson are probably going to break in the house when they notice that their parents didn't go to pick them up, and Bagi and Tina are probably absolutely going to help the children with breaking into the house, but that's a problem for future Fit, this one is pretty tired and too cozy to keep fighting for being awake and getting up… time to sleep, again, with the comfort of the two people that he loves the most being as near them as possible.