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đIsaac x MC x Kara fluffđ
🕑 Added 2024-11-18 19:00:05 +0000 UTC(As I stated on the recent poll's I wanted to go ahead and do some posts for Isaac and Kara. This won't take place of the Nov fluff post that Cam has won. It will be out on the 24th after the devlog.)
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Isaac takes another swig of his energy drink, his third in two hours. Not his best decision, but it beats being wasted off his ass. His fingers tap along the steering wheel to the beat of the song blaring through the radio, trying to stay awake on the long drive. The caffeine buzz is wearing off, but the tiredness hasnât quite caught up with him yet.
Just as he feels his mind starts to wander, his phone rings and the sound makes him jump. He quickly adjusts the volume, his tired eyes scanning the road. For a second, he debates letting it go to voicemailâhe's been working since five p.m. the day before and could really get some sleep. A few hours curled up next to MC sounds better than anything right now.
But then he sees the name flashing across the screen: Leo. Isaac curses under his breath and picks up the call, bracing himself for whatever favor is coming his way.
âHey, whatâs up?â Isaac answers, voice a little groggy.
The sound of honking cars blares through the phone, followed by Leo yelling. âListen, shit! God, these people canât fucking drive! Move!â Thereâs a loud honk, and Isaac winces, holding the phone away from his ear.
âLeo, dude, youâre killing my ears,â Isaac grumbles.
âAh, sorry. Anyway, Maria went into labor early, and Iâve got a delivery, but I canât do it. Dude, I really need you to pick this up for me.â
Isaac sighs, the palm of their hand pressing against the lids of their eyes. Heâs heard that line before, more times than he cared to admit. Yet, every timeâŚhe does it. Maybe itâs the fact that Leo was one of the few people who knew what Isaac was going through when it came to family.
âYou know that Iâve been working all night, right?â How many times had he told Leo that? That it was another long night, another long day. Countless hours wasted away trying to get ahead.
âYeah, yeah. I know, I know,â Leo says, his voice a little frantic, âListen, Iâve got no one else man. I want to be there when my girl is born. I donât want to miss it. Youâre the only person Iâve got I.â
Isaac canât help but smile, Leo had talked his ear off about becoming a dad. And he sounded like one already, even more than his dad. He pauses for a beat, looking at himself in the mirror. The dark circles under his eyes begged him to rest. âAlright, whatâs the address?â
âShit, thanks I. Iâll text you the address.â
âYou better get a handle on that swearing before your kid arrives. Hate to find out their first word in the future is a swear.â
âYeah, yeah.â Leo hangs up with so little as a goodbye, quickly sending Isaac the address.
He opens the message, his stomach sinking once he finally sees it. MCâs ordered medicine?
His heart skips a beat. He knew MC had been working themselves ragged lately, trying to set everything up for a big meeting with a client. He remembers the way MC had sounded so excited, yet so scared when theyâd confided in him a few days ago.
âIf they hire me..this could be really great for me, for my business.â
Isaac can still hear that hopeful edge in their voice, the passion behind their wordsâeven though the fear of their failure had been weighing them down. They had noticed that early on, the way MC could sound hopeful yet scared, expecting their plans to fail. He nodded and told them it was going to be great, even as they whispered it into his ear, while Kara slept soundly beside them, exhausted from her own long day.
He never wanted to see MC working themselves to the ground, but they could be so stubborn. Neither Kara nor he could stop them when they set their mind to something. He knew they were pushing themselves hard, stressed about the meeting. It only causes guilt to seep in.
Itâs like his body is on autopilot, first to pick up the medicine from Leo, then to MCâs apartment. The weight of his exhaustion sinks deeper into his bones, as he grabs the package and looks it over.
Why didnât you tell me you were sick? Why keep it from me? From us?
Heâs not sure what he expects to see when he opens the door, but MC standing there paler than normal, eyes a little glassyâŚyeah, he didnât expect that. Isaac notices something isnât right as MC stands there like theyâre leaning against the doorframe to hold themselves up. His stomach churns instantly with concern.
âHey, hey. Are you alright?â he asks, walking over to them. They give a small nod, but the way their hand trembles as they reach for the package is hard to miss. Their movements are slow and hesitant.
They smile weakly, allowing Isaac to place an arm around their waist and a hand on their forehead. âIâm fine, just a little tired.â
He doesnât buy it, not for a second. âYouâre burning up.â He says his voice soft with worry. âCome on, letâs sit you down.â
He helps them toward the couch, and MC finally gives in, their shoulders slumping. They try to look anywhere but at Isaac, as they mumble, their voice barely above a whisper. âI didnât want to bother anyone.â
Isaac opens the package, takes out the medicine, and places it on the coffee table as he brushes their damp hair away from their forehead. âYouâre not bothering anyone; you shouldâve told me.â
MC lets out a shaky sigh, âI didnât want to be a burden.â
He wants to reprimand them, to tell them that they should depend on him more. But he canât, not when they look so weak. Not when the only thing he wants to do is pull them into his arms and nurse them back to health.
âYou could never be a burden.â He pulls them softly against his side, grabbing one of the throw blankets to lay it over them as he presses a soft kiss to the top of their head.
Even early on Isaac knew that they couldnât be a burden when they were peeling away the layers, the ones he thought he created to keep himself safe. Only to learn they were keeping him stagnant and alone.
MC opens their mouth to protest, but the words die on their lips as they close their eyes, too tired to argue. Thatâs a first. That alone was worrying enough.
He pulls out his phone, quickly dialing Kara. âKiks, you need to get over here. MCâs sick.â He whispers as she picks up, tightening his arms around MC as they rest against him.
âWhat the hell do you mean, theyâre sick? Why didnât you tell me?â
âI didnât know, I found out â listen it doesnât matter. Theyâre burning up. Just get here, now.â
It doesnât take her long to arrive, her heels alerting them to her arrival before she even comes through the door. Isaac wipes their hand against MCâs forehead, trying to swipe away the beads of sweat. If someone had told him over a year ago, that he would be spending his time pacing around an apartment worried about someone because of some feverâŚheâd laugh. Because he couldnât see himself falling, not again. Yet here he is.
He bends down, reaching out to adjust the blanket over MC, but his hand lingers there, hesitating.
âIsaac, Iâm fine. JustâŚtired.â They mutter, their eyes barely open.
Before they can respond, the door slams open, and Kara steps in. One glance at MC, and her gaze sharpens.
âWhat the hell?â She asks, her voice isnât angry, but itâs firm - authoritative. She wastes no time.
Isaacâs lips parted in frustration, âCan you slam the door a little quieter next time?â
Kara moves swiftly across the room, kneeling down beside MC without a second thought. âSweetheart,â she says, her voice softer now as she shoots Isaac an apologetic look. âYouâre burning up.â Her fingers press gently to MCâs forehead, eyes narrowing. âWhat the hell were you thinking not telling us?â
MC chuckles weakly, trying to play it off, but the effort is clearly draining them. âKara, you two are just as busy, I didnât want to bother you...â
Kara shoots Isaac a glance, a mix of frustration and concern. Isaac just shrugs, raking a hand through his curls. She takes MCâs chin in her hands, lifting their head gently.
âYouâre not bothering us. But Iâm done letting you push yourself like this. Iâm sure Isaac is too.â
Isaac hums in approval, opening a medicine packet and holding it out for MC along with a glass of cool water.
âYouâve been working yourself into the ground, havenât you?â
If MC had the energy to avert their gaze, they would. Isaac knows thereâs no point in getting in the way. Kara doesnât ask permission, she just does. MC nods weakly and Kara sighs as she moves to help them sit up and take the medicine. Wiping away a droplet of water from their chin.
âI,â Kara says without looking up, her melodic voice carrying that no-nonsense edge. âGrab the thermometer from the medicine cabinet. Letâs see how bad this fever is.â
He nods, moving toward the bathroom as his mind continues to race. When he returns, Karaâs already helping MC lie back down, allowing MC to rest their head in her lap as she pulls the blanket up snugly around MCâs shoulders. Her hand continues to rest on MCâs forehead, as though sheâs willing the fever to break with just a touch.
âYouâre staying here until youâre better,â Kara states, her voice leaving no room for argument. âIâll handle the meeting. Stop pretending like youâre fine and let us take care of you. Got it?â
A faint, defeated smile graces MCâs face. âYes maâam.â
Isaac sits on the other side, raising MCâs legs to rest in his lap as he rubs his tired eyes. He was always impressed with how Kara could take control of a situation. She was more logical in times of distress, while Isaac was more emotional. His thoughts could easily begin to run away with him, causing him to stress the small things. While Kara could see the bigger picture and think out a solution before heâs even fully grasped the problem. They balanced one another, which is probably why being in a relationship together with MC justâŚworks
The apartment is quiet, as they wait for the thermometer to alert them that itâs done taking MCâs temperature. It beeps twice, and Isaac glances at it. â101.3,â he mutters, that familiar feeling of unease in the pit of his stomach.
âWeâll get it down,â Kara says quickly, leaning over to pat Isaac on the arm.
Isaacâs voice is quieter when he speaks, his blue eyes searching MCâs face. âWeâre here for you. Both of us, the sooner you realize that the better.â
They take turns preparing food, checking temperatures, and offering comfort. Kara with her steady touch and Isaac with his softer, more tender approach. They eventually drift off to sleep as Isaac brushes their hair back as they rest in Karaâs lap. Itâs not long until Isaac himself begins to drift off, Kara giving him a knowing smile as she tosses him a pillow.
MC wakes up many hours later, their body snuggled in between the two of them. Isaacâs head rests against their shoulder, his arm draped around their waist, while Karaâs cheek rests softly against the top of MCâs head, and her hand rests over Isaacâs. Their gentle breathing was enough to put MC at ease, bringing them a calmness they hadnât felt in days, as they placed a soft kiss on each of their cheeks.
It wasnât the first night they spent huddled together on the couch, limbs entangled under a shared blanket, and it wouldnât be the last.
Comments
Lea
Patreon was dead on my end for over an hour, but I'm glad. I'm not sure how many people will actually play through it. But I'm hoping those who do enjoy it!
Sarah Mooney
My other comment doesn't show that it's loading, so I'm leaving another one, but EEEEEEEE I am So excited for this route, you have no idea, I LOVE this dynamic--
Lea
Our cute lil trio!
shrek4ever
Your honour is love them đ
