This chapter has fluff, I promise

It also has Wither Husbands <33

CWs/TWs: mentioned sh, suspicion of cheating, mention of abuse

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Scott was given fluids and a painkiller drip to help with their soreness when the doctor finally showed. He'd said there was nothing that stood out to him as potentially life-threatening, so he simply said to leave Scott at the hospital for two days so they could monitor their symptoms.

"Otherwise, it just looks like a prolonged case of the flu," Doc said. "I'm a little bit nervous about all of the pain he's experiencing, but as long as it improves by the end of forty-eight hours I'm sure he'll be fine."

Amanda let out a long sigh of relief. "Thank the gods above," she breathed, leaning into Nathan, who wrapped an arm around her.

"Yeah, and the fever should already be going down already because of the fluids," Doc continued.

"Good, good." Amanda looked up at Nathan with a smile that he returned. "They're going to be alright."

Nathan nodded. "They'll be fine."

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Grian sat in the corner of his room with his knees pulled up to his chest and his face buried in his hands. He was having an awful day. First, he had to get a check-up and Joel wasn't even there with him; second, he had to get his chemo shot which sucked; third, he lost his Grumbot stuffie that Scar grandmother made him; and now he just found out Jimmy was cutting himself. Today sucks.

He jumped when there was a knock at his bedroom door. "Hey, Gri," Scar's voice said through the door. "Can I come in?"

Grian stared at the door for a moment, then sighed. "Go ahead."

When Scar came into the room, he looked rough. And that was putting it lightly. His eyes were red and puffy, his hair was a mess and looked tugged at, and he was wearing a very oversized T-shirt that he didn't have on before. Grian recognised the shirt as Mumbo's participation "award" for a city robotics fair by the text on it and the little robot in the upper corner. Grian smiled a bit at the fact that Scar packed Mumbo's old T-shirt for their sleepover.

"Are you okay?" Grian asked quietly, and Scar laughed a bit.

"Are you?" The brunette waddled over to sit next to Grian on the floor, scooting as close to him as possible. "I'm sorry for yelling it like that."

Grian shrugged. "I'm not, like, triggered by it," he said with a yawn, resting his head on Scar's shoulder. "I just don't like talking about it, I guess."

Scar nodded. "That's fair."

The two of them had fallen into a comfortable silence for a while, the only sound their breathing and a few yawns from Grian.

"Are you tired?" Scar asked suddenly, making Grian jump a little bit. "We can go to bed if you want."

Grian shook his head and shifted to lean heavily into Scar's side. "No, I like this," he murmured, wrapping his arms around Scar's middle and closing his eyes. He took a calm, deep breath. "This is nice."

Scar chuckled and rubbed Grian's back. "I like this, too." He sighed happily as Grian settled into him some more, the two of them sat in the quiet room, enjoying each other's company. This is everything I need and more, Scar thought as he heard Grian begin to snore. Aww!

"Mm... love..." Grian shifted a bit in Scar's lap, murmuring sleepy nonsense, eyebrows furrowing. "Sam..." Scar froze at the name.

What.

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fWhip yawned as he walked into the coffee shop. He hardly got any sleep last night since Gem had her friends over for a sleepover. They'd been up half the night screaming as they watched horror movies nonstop. Although he was exhausted, he immediately lit up at the sight of Sausage in a booth staring out the window with a cup of tea in his hands. "Hey," he said as he approached the seat.

The brunette beamed at fWhip when he looked over, and that was when fWhip noticed what looked like the plastic wrap you put over bowls in the fridge wrapped around Sausage's arm.

"What's this?"

Sausage glanced at his shoulder and giggled. "I got a tattoo," he said, and fWhip gasped.

"Babe, that's so cool!"

Sausage's cheeks turned pink and he smiled softly at fWhip, his eyes seeming to sparkle. fWhip couldn't help but take a mental picture of how beautiful his boyfriend was. He could stare at this all day and just admire Sausage's shiny, curly hair, his stunning blue eyes, his gentle smile, just everything about him was so... perfect.

"Can I see the tattoo?" fWhip asked, sitting down. He wasn't going to bother ordering something to eat or drink. It was too expensive.

Sausage nodded eagerly. "Yeah!" He turned so fWhip could see his shoulder, two large sunflowers tattooed on his arm and shoulder. "It actually didn't hurt that bad," he said. "I was expecting it to be really painful, but it wasn't."

"That's so beautiful," fWhip said with a smile, making Sausage's smile grow. "And it's perfect for you, too."

"Thanks!"

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When Grian woke up, he felt weird. He was wide awake, but he couldn't manage to open his eyes at all. And he could hear Scar... and Mumbo talking? But- Isn't Mumbo at rehab?

"It's okay, Scar," Mumbo's voice said, and Grian heard Scar sniffle. "I'm sure it was just some weird dream he had. He doesn't have the heart to cheat."

What were they talking about? Who doesn't have the heart to cheat? What dream did they have?

"I know," Scar said, very obviously sounding like he was crying, "but what if he is cheating on us?" Are they talking about me? "He said he loves some guy named Sam." Oh...

Mumbo sighed. "Maybe he was dreaming about an ex?" he suggested. "I mean, he's never talked about anyone named Same before."

Grian struggled to open his eyes but succeeded anyway, yawning and turning over on his bed. He squinted in the light at Scar, who was sat at his desk with Mumbo's face on a laptop. That explains how they're talking.

"Why would he be dreaming about his ex, though?" Scar asked, and Mumbo pursed his lips. "Does he still love him?"

No, I fucking hate him, Grian thought, but didn't have the energy to say. He's an awful person and he's abusive.

"I don't know, Scar," Mumbo said. "Try talking to him about it. It could've been a weird coincidence and you could be worrying over nothing. Don't get jealous yet, okay?"

Scar pouted, crossing his arms over his chest. "Too late," he murmured, and Mumbo giggled a bit.

"You look so cute when you're angry," the ravenette said, then he began to fully laugh. "Y-your cheeks puff out and- and your face gets kind of r-red-" He cut himself off with another lighthearted laugh, which made Grian's chest flutter with affection. Scar also looked very fond of Mumbo now instead of angry, and slightly embarrassed.

"Don't laugh," Scar mumbled, covering his face with his hands. "It's not cute!"

Mumbo sighed happily, wiping at his eye. "It's very cute," he said, then paused and smiled, waving. "Hi, Grian!"

Scar gasped and whirled around to look at Grian, who was only half awake.

Grian smiled sleepily and waved back, sitting upright in bed. "Hi," he said with a yawn.

"Scar has something to ask you, Gri," Mumbo said with an innocent grin, causing Scar to glare at him. "Come on, he's not going to bite you or anything."

Scar groaned and turned back to Grian. "Fiiine." He took a deep breath and asked, "Who is Sam?"

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"Look here, I found you a boyfriend," Grian's mother said with a drunk laugh, hiccuping a bit as she presented a tall, dark-haired boy to Grian. "Now you can have someone to get a good fuck from."

Grian shied away a bit. "I don't want a boyfriend," he murmured, and his mother laughed at him.

"Of course you want a boyfriend!" she said, nudging his shoulder a little too hard. "You wouldn't be a lil' bitch without one."

Grian stared nervously up at the boy his mother was presenting to him, swallowing thickly. "Hey..."

The boy smiled brightly. "Hi! My name's Sam."

"Grian."

Sam reached forward to pull Grian into a hug, making him even more nervous. "I'm glad to have met you," Sam said, then leaned down to whisper in Grian's ear, "But don't worry what the old hag says. I'll treat you juuuust right."

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"He was my ex boyfriend," Grian said quietly, fidgeting with the blanket.

"See, Scar?" Mumbo said. "I told you."

"He was horrible," Grian continued, like he was in his own little bubble to rant about it. "I hated him from the second I met him. He hit me all the time a-and- and he tried to give me alcohol to get me to sleep with him-" He took a deep breath, not necessarily crying but quite close to. "I'm not cheating on you with him, I promise. I would never. Ever. Go back to him."

Scar blinked, his eyes wide as he and Mumbo stared at Grian, both of them looking like they were about to cry as well.

"I... I'm so sorry," Scar whispered. "I thought... I..."

"It's okay," Grian said with a soft smile. "I would've thought the same thing if I were you."

Scar blinked away tears. "He didn't- He didn't touch you, did he?" he asked.

Grian shook his head immediately. "No, no, I never let him," he said. "I didn't like it when he talked about me like that, so I figured I wouldn't like it if he actually did it."

"He sexualised you?" Mumbo asked, sounding furious. "By the way you're talking about it, it kind of sounds like he did it a lot."

Grian took a long, deep breath. "He doesn't matter anymore," he decided. "I don't remember my dream. I'm sorry for scaring you, Scar."

"I'm sorry for assuming."

The three of them talked for a while after that, joking around and flirting with each other leaving the others flustered and tripping over their words. It was fun until Mumbo had to leave for bed.

Scar yawned as he closed the laptop, then stretched his arms over his head. "I miss him again," he whined.

Grian snickered. "We only just ended the call," he teased, and Scar sighed dramatically.

"But we won't see him in years!"

"It's only two more weeks, Scar."

"Exactly! Two more years!"

Grian playfully rolled his eyes and pulled Scar up to his feet by his hands. "Come on, let's go to bed," he said, then yawned a little bit as he led Scar to his bed. "I'm sleepyyyy."

Scar smiled softly and gladly followed his boyfriend. "Lemme guess, you want cuddles?" he asked, and Grian beamed at him, making him laugh a bit. "Alright."

They settled into bed, Grian half laying on top of Scar with his head pillowed on his chest, and Grian sighed happily once they were situated. They laid in comfortable, sleepy silence for a moment before Grian sat upright, looking confused.

"Hey, wait," he said, "shouldn't you take that off?"

Scar quirked a brow at him. "Take what off?"

"Your binder."

Scar pursed his lips, not responding for a moment. "Can I keep it on?" he asked quietly.

Grian frowned. "But doesn't hurt after a while?" he asked, sounding genuinely concerned. "I know you don't like your chest, but I don't want you to cause yourself issues because you're sleeping in it."

Scar sighed. "Fine, I'll take it off," he murmured, then he sat upright. "I'll be back."

As he got up to leave the room and change, Grian called after him, "I'm not trying to make you uncomfy, I promise. I just want you to be safe."

Scar smiled fondly back at him. "This is why I love you, Gri."

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S

ome fluff and some angst and some in-between. We got a little bit of everything.

Also here's what Sausage's tattoo looks like, (just imagine it's coloured in)

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the chapter. I had a very bad day and finishing writing this really calmed me down.

Have a wonderful rest of your day/evening <33