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sooo it’s your no.1 fan here,,, what about the first time whizzvin met after the two years??? id say make it fluffy but I KNOW you can’t live without angst so throw me your worst ;););)

Merry Christmas!! I’m gonna switch this up a bit Eddie!! I seriously think they met before, so I’m writing about that. And then finish with the baseball game. (Whizzer is trans but that’s a default by now)

Whizzer hadn’t seen Marvin since he’d been told to leave with a suitcase pushed against his chest. He’d walked out with his head held high, prideful arrogance in his eyes that concealed how badly his heart had broken. Whizzer really expected that to be the end of it, the end of him and Marvin, and for what felt like eternity - it was.

It had been months, longer than a year, when Whizzer saw Marvin again.

The doorbell rang and Whizzer was woken up from an unintentional nap. He pulled on a pair of sweats, not bothering with a shirt as he had his binder on. “Hang on!” He called out as the doorbell rang again, rubbing his head. It wasn’t unusual for him to nap nowadays. His seasonal depression had turned into something more and he barely left his house anymore. Of course he occasionally came back with a stranger to drown out the ache Marvin left behind, but that had been more relevant in the first few months. Now Whizzer just sat on the couch, hazy eyes staring wherever they’d stopped each time he moved.

Sighing, Whizzer opened the door, expecting to greet a salesman of some sort. It took his foggy brain a second too long to recognize who stood at his doorstep, but once he did, his heart sunk.

“Marvin,” Whizzer breathed out, eyes wide. His voice was met by a drunken grumble as the man fell forwards. Whizzer barely caught him, brows furrowed. It wasn’t like Marvin to drink. That was one trait Whizzer had always enjoyed; he’d had his share of alcoholic boyfriends. “Whiz— Whizzer— you’re sssso pretty— pretty boy—“ Marvin mumbled over and over, but Whizzer paid no mind to it.

Whizzer knew something was definitely wrong. Marvin kept mumbling, his words blurred and intoxicated. “Let’s get you inside, sleep it off for a little while,” voice soft, Whizzer spoke to his ex as he helped Marvin inside. It was definitely a workout and Whizzer almost stumbled more than once on the short walk from the door to the living room. Once there, Whizzer helped Marvin onto the couch, trying to keep him from instantly rolling off. Sighing heavily, Whizzer shook his head. “What did you do this time, hm?”

“This isn’t even anywhere near the neighborhood you live in,” Whizzer continued his monologue knowing he wouldn’t get an answer. He stood up and scurried around to try and find Marvin a blanket. Maybe it wasn’t wise to let in an ex lover who was drunk and who Whizzer had never really gotten over.

He did it anyway.

When Whizzer found a blanket, he walked back into the living room to find Marvin fast asleep. For a moment, he just stood there, watching the man he once loved. Maybe still did. Oh how naive he had been, thinking he had it all figured out. The first few months had been so good. Then Marvin had gotten irritable and Whizzer made sure to push his every button.

Sighing once again, Whizzer shook his head to get rid of the thoughts and walked over to drape the blanket over Marvin’s sleeping body. The man looked much older than he had before; like he’d been through hell. And Whizzer knew enough to know that to be true. It must’ve been hard with Trina and Mendel getting married and Jason not spending as much time with him as he used to. Whizzer knew that, because he still played baseball with the kid every now and then.

After tucking Marvin in, Whizzer ran a hand through his messy hair and down his face, a habit he’d picked up from Marvin that never disappeared. Then he looked around for a basket or a bin to leave by his ex lover, just in case. Whizzer brushed his fingers through Marvin’s tangled hair once before standing up straight and making his way towards his bedroom. Maybe he’d be able to get some sleep.

Now the questions that had been at the edge of his mind hit home all at once. Why was Marvin here? What had caused him to get blackout drunk? Was Jason okay? Was it trouble at home? Would Marvin get through it? Had he picked up drinking every night? Why on earth did he choose Whizzer’s door after over a year of radio silence? Of course there as no way he’d ever ask those questions from Marvin himself, but his heart ached with worry anyway.

Confused, Whizzer got under the covers, leaving his binder on against better judgement. He knew it wasn’t healthy, but the situation was just too much to handle. For some reason, he couldn’t imagine taking it off while Marvin was in the house. All of the trust they’d built was gone, but Whizzer alone wasn’t to blame for that.

After hours of tossing and turning and listening to any and every sound coming from the living room, Whizzer finally fell asleep. His dreams were restless, littered with nightmares and suppressed memories. Whizzer jolted awake in the early hours of the morning, his sheets damp with sweat and his heart beating too fast, spiraling into a panic attack. He sat on his bed, knees up, elbows resting on them, head in his hands. If things had been like they used to, Marvin would’ve been by his side by now, calming the hyperventilating young man. But it wasn’t like it used to be and Whizzer had to get through it on his own. Again.

It took a good half hour for Whizzer to be able to get his head out of the downward spiral. Even after his breathing had regulated, his hands trembled visibly and his heart had a harder time calming down. Whizzer gathered himself, stood up from the bed, and held his head high as he walked out of the room. Making his way quietly towards the kitchen, the young man glanced over the mess of a man sleeping on his couch.

Marvin had dropped his blanket with one of his arms hanging off the edge of the couch. Suddenly Whizzer was overcome with heartbreak all over again. There was something so familiar in the sight: Marvin used to fall asleep on the couch all the time when work kept him up. It brought back so many fond memories he’d tried to forget and he had to turn around to keep himself together.

Hands still shaking, Whizzer moved into the kitchen to start making coffee, eyes like bruises against his pale skin. The fatigue from not sleeping, depression, anxiety, and not eating enough had left their mark on the pretty boy. Sure he was still attractive as all hell, but it was clear he wasn’t at his best.

Once the coffee was dripping, Whizzer turned around and just leaned against the counter, lost in that hopeless head of his. Deep in thought, he didn’t hear Marvin groaning as the man slowly woke up, hungover. Only when Marvin stumbled into the kitchen to get something to drink did Whizzer get pulled back into reality. Immediately he stood taller, somehow managing that half arrogant half careless smirk of his.

“Morning sleeping beauty,” Whizzer teased as he watched Marvin get a cup and pour himself a drink. “Don’t, Whizzer,” Marvin grumbled in return, which just made Whizzer laugh. Or at least laugh was what Whizzer did. Who knew how real it was in the end. “You don’t happen to know how you got here?” Marvin just grunted and downed a second glass of water, shrugging, “I remember drinking far too much.” “No doubt,” Whizzer remarked with a quirked brow. They were both caricatures of who they used to be, pretending they hadn’t been broken apart.

“I didn’t do anything stupid, did I?” Marvin asked and rubbed his eyes, clearly embarrassed. Whizzer just chuckled nonchalantly and shrugged his shoulders in turn, “mhm. Define embarrassing,” he just said, knowing it would drive Marvin crazy. But this time it wasn’t to annoy him, it was just friendly bickering. Marvin groaned and shook his head, hiding a smile, “well I’m sorry if I caused any trouble.” Whizzer suppressed the urge to tell Marvin that he interrupted a session with another guy. It would’ve been too cruel. Maybe before Whizzer would’ve used the lie to get a reaction out of Marvin, but now he was just too tired to care.

Whizzer tucked at the binder to get it lower, trying to stop it from digging deeper into his skin. It had probably been longer than a day since he took it off the last time. He’d have to wait till Marvin left to feel comfortable enough to get out of it. Now he just hid the physical pain just as the emotional scars and smiled at Marvin’s remarks. “Don’t sweat it. You called me a pretty boy, which isn’t a lie,” he smirked before turning to the pot of coffee. “Coffee?”

Marvin nodded and the two of them continued the back and forth teasing for a while. When silence fell over them as they drank their coffee, Whizzer did everything he could to seem nonchalant. Soon enough Marvin cleared his throat, “I think it’s time for me to go. It was nice seeing you,” he stated and Whizzer just dismissed it with a wave. “Give Jason my love,” Whizzer replied as Marvin gave him a final once over, keeping his posture and careless facade, and then Marvin was gone. The door closing felt like a slap against Whizzer’s face.

***

When Jason told Whizzer about the game on one of their baseball afternoons, Whizzer immediately agreed on going. It was only after he made the promise that he realized just what he’d said. Going to the game meant seeing Trina and Mendel again. And Marvin. Oh, god, the last time they’d met Marvin had showed up at his door shitfaced, spent the night on his couch, and filled the morning with pretentiously cheery and stiff bickering. Whizzer had asked Jason all the questions, made sure that Marvin was able to keep it together. It was one thing to hear about him, but to see him after this long and with that being the last interaction he’d had with Whizzer?

How could Whizzer ever walk out there and pretend like nothing ever happened, that he hadn’t been thinking about that night? It had been months, making it over two years since him and Marvin had parted ways. As soon as Whizzer got home from spending time with Jason, he dived into his closet, trying to drown the anxiety by choosing the best outfit. When you feel your worst, you gotta look your best, right?

When the night of the game came, Whizzer couldn’t stay home. He just couldn’t. He spent the day walking around, but made sure he was fashionably late for the game. Pretending like he hadn’t been waiting for it.

Whizzer arrived at the stadium, lingering at the edge, trying to locate the tight knit family. When he did, he noticed Marvin sitting on the top row with two women holding hands. Trina and Mendel were in front of them. Clearly they were discussing something as Marvin shook his head and the two women burst into laughter.

Deciding that he’d watch Jason’s next round from the shadows and then go greet the people he once held close, Whizzer stood back with his hands in the pockets of his fake leather jacket. “Oh, kid, you need to keep your eyes on the ball…” he mumbled with a fond smile on his face as Jason missed yet again. He’d never been that great at baseball.

When Jason stood back, Whizzer decided it was time to make an entrance. He gathered himself, stood as y’all as he could, and walked past the seats with his eyes on the Jewish kids playing baseball. He had his sunglasses on, hair fixed perfectly, and as soon as he passed the tight knit family, he knew they saw him.

“What is he doing here?” Marvin asked from behind Whizzer. Trina gasped, though trying to politely hide it, and confronted Whizzer where Marvin lacked the guts. “What are you doing here?” Trina asked directly and Whizzer turned to her, taking off the glasses. “Jason asked me to come, since he asked me to come, I came,” he said calmly, glancing up at Marvin just momentarily. Trina and Mendel went on to grumble about Marvin’s ex lover showing up, but Whizzer was too busy intentionally ignoring Marvin to hear it. But when they went too far, Whizzer had to jump in, “Hey. I love baseball. I love Jason. That’s what I’m doing here.”

“You’re looking sweeter than a donut,” Marvin told Whizzer and Whizzer just replied with “Marvin.” Then he said hello to the lesbians next to his ex, Cordelia and Charlotte he learned, and sat by Trina on the bench. “Is he still queer?” Whizzer asked, unable to contain himself. He had to know. He just had to. Mendel said it didn’t matter, but Marvin’s remark was what made Whizzer laugh. “It’s been too long since I could tell,” Marvin said and imitated an old man. Whizzer shook his head and soon it was Jason up again.

Jumping up, Whizzer went to greet the kid. He gave Jason a few tips, forgetting Marvin for that short moment. When he turned around again, he had to remind himself that Marvin was a maniac. He was psychotic. Who else shows up at their ex’s doorstep drunk? Who else breaks up with someone over a chess game? He pulled down his sleeves that had ridden up a bit before sitting down again, in front of Marvin, where he’d been told to sit.

Marvin kept annoying Whizzer, touching his hair, making remarks. Whizzer shot lines right back at him and soon they were too busy insulting one another with the biggest smiles on their faces to notice anything else. Then, clearly after gathering courage, Marvin asked Whizzer the question Whizzer had been waiting for “would it be possible to see you or to kiss you or to give you a call?”

That moment was fireworks. It was magic. It felt like eternity. And then it was broken by Jason hitting the ball and Whizzer jumped to his feet, holding onto Marvin, cheering Jason on as loud as he could.

Finally everything was how it was meant to be from the beginning. Whizzer and Marvin had both grown and now… Now it wasn’t a battle every time they met. From there on, they were good together. Happy, truly happy, for the first time since they’d met. That was until Whizzer got sick.

[deplcythebattery]

suP ORION for the one shot prompts pls give me some of your sweet sweet whizzvin fluff,, maybe a morning routine type thing (( could be around this time of year,, or anytime !! idc I love it all !! ))

I was planning on writing this without any angst but it’s me who am I kidding

Whizzer was not a morning person. He was a night owl who stayed up late and slept in. Marvin had gotten used to it as time went by, but in the beginning it had been kind of difficult. Whizzer needed at least an hour in the morning before his brain functioned and another until he was ready to face anyone at all. For a while, Marvin had thought that Whizzer didn’t want to wake up next to him, but he’d learned that the young man was really just a total grump. 

It always seemed to get worse when it started to get dark outside and the leaves fell from the trees. Whizzer slept more and had even harder time to get out of bed. It worried Marvin and he talked about it with Mendel when he still had therapy sessions with him. Even if Mendel was a rather lousy psychiatrist, he was right about one thing - Whizzer’s deteriorating level of energy each fall was a clear sign of seasonal depression.

To battle the slowness and low mood Whizzer had, Marvin had created a whole routine for him. He’d thought about it a lot when they’d been separated - after all one of the things they used to fight over a ton was the fact that when winter came, Whizzer didn’t do much else but sleep. When they fell back in love, and they’d both grown, Marvin saw the error in his ways. Whizzer didn’t need lectures or nagging, he needed support.

So Marvin tried everything to see what worked the best.

Now, a few years later, the system that worked helped Whizzer get out of bed in the morning and not go back unless he needed a tiny nap or it was nighttime. First, Marvin woke him up with the softest kisses and whispered compliments. “C’mon, Whiz, the sun’s up. It’s beautiful outside, it’s snowed a bit. I’ll make you some tea, you just gotta confirm that you’re awake.” It went on until Whizzer grumbled something about being awake. Then Marvin left him alone to go make breakfast, giving Whizzer space to get this sleepy, drowsy head cleared at least a little.

Whizzer didn’t have to get up yet. No, Marvin actually brought breakfast to him in bed, as long as he was still awake. And Marvin had trained himself into quite the breakfast chef. At first, Whizzer had fallen asleep almost immediately after Marvin walked out of the room, but now he understood why it was important to try and stay awake. Usually he was still under the covers when Marvin brought him the tray filled with treats, but at least hisq eyes were blinking the sleep away.

After breakfast - that Marvin shared with Whizzer in bed - Whizzer had to take a shower. It was agreed that a shower in the morning helped start the day and Whizzer had trained himself into the habit. Sometimes Marvin joined him, if he had time, and washed his hair. It gave Whizzer a while more to just get his body going. That took less time than what it took for Whizzer to shower alone. The huffing Marvin had mistaken for annoyance was just a sign of tiredness and low mood, which he now understood. Whizzer didn’t quite even know he was constantly sighing and huffing, and now Marvin found it endearing.

After shower, if there were no plans for the day, Whizzer put on a fresh pair of pants, but there was no going back to bed. If he still wanted to just lay around, he curled up on the couch with either a book or turned on the tv. If Marvin had to go to work and he couldn’t make sure Whizzer didn’t sleep the day away, they agreed on something productive Whizzer did while Marvin was gone. Usually it was something basic, either cleaning a room or doing laundry. Sometimes it was preparing a new dish so they could eat something different for dinner when Marvin came home. 

With the new routine, Whizzer didn’t sink as low as he used to. His head cleared sooner than it had before and he didn’t want to just sleep all day. He’d picked up on some old and new hobbies, he read more and even picked up writing. He’d gotten quite good at that and Marvin pushed for him to become a journalist. Whizzer took more walks outside and made sure he had time to appreciate his surroundings.

Thanks to Marvin making sure Whizzer had an established morning routine - and being a vital part of it - fall and winter were much easier for the both of them. Whizzer could never thank Marvin enough, and sometimes he tried to when Marvin woke him up with kisses, but often times it turned into tired grumbles that just made Marvin laugh. God, how he loved his Whizzer.

[deplcythebattery]

orion !! could you do a nice fluffy whizzvin one shot where they bathe or shower together ?? thank you !!

anything for u eddie

fluff u say? You’re getting angst. Whizzer is trans, but I’m sure everyone knows that already!

Showeringhad always been the worst part of Whizzer’s day. As the years passed, he’dlearned to deal with the dysphoria it caused, but it was still an issue – especiallywith some of the men he used to see. For some reason, gay men loved shower sex,and Whizzer quite wasn’t a fan of that. It was hard enough to be completelyexposed in bed, at least there his hair stayed somewhat in space, maintaining thefeeling of masculinity – and he could wear his binder. Under the running waterthere was no way for Whizzer to escape.

Whizzerwanted to shower in peace. Whether it was after sex or in the morning, he didn’twant anyone in his own space. Especially if he had to shower right after wakingup. No way was he letting anyone see him that vulnerable, head working so slow.But as Marvin walked into his life, suddenly none of it mattered anymore.

It tooksome time to get used to letting Marvin so close. For the first few months, Whizzerdid not let Marvin into the bathroom when he was showering. He didn’t let Marvinhelp him with the binder, always covered his body with a blanket. It was justhabit, formed from years of abuse and self-hatred. The men previously in hislife had one too many times objectified his body – especially if they were closetedand married. With Marvin it was different. Not once did Marvin ever do or sayanything abusive when it came to Whizzer and his gender. Sure, Marvin sometimescalled him a pretty boy, but that was true. Whizzer was stylish and spent anhour on his hair every morning. He wasa pretty boy.

WhenWhizzer let Marvin shower with him for the first time, Whizzer stayed facingthe wall the entire time. He’d gotten rid of his clothes fast and stepped intothe shower before Marvin had come into the bathroom just to make sure Marv didn’tsee everything. Whizzer turned the water on hot to make the space foggy,leaving space for Marvin behind him. Marvin didn’t really pay any mind to anyof Whizzer’s movements, just thought that Whiz wanted to get into the showerquickly just because. Even when he joined his lover and wrapped his arms aroundWhizzer from behind, he didn’t really notice how tense Whizzer was. He kissed Whizzer’sneck, hands brushing down his wet sides. Whizzer shivered and took a deep breath,hoping to god Marvin didn’t want anything more so he wouldn’t have to turn around.

ForWhizzer, it wasn’t just about showing Marvin his chest. It was about lettingMarvin see the darkness of his past stored in the thin lines covering thedelicate skin where the binder left red, sore stripes where it dug deep,covering evidence of the hurt Whizzer had been through. Some of them had beenso deep that the skin was still pale red, ten years after the last time a bladehad touched Whizzer’s skin. It was about letting Marvin see that, letting himsee the weakness. And Whizzer knew Marvin had fallen in love. He didn’t want tohurt his lover more than he had to.

“Pass methe shampoo?” Whizzer asked with an edge in his voice when Marvin’s wanderinghands had climbed a little too high. Marvin placed a kiss on his shoulder beforeturning and grabbing the shampoo. “Want me to wash your hair, hm?” Marvin askedin return, not picking up on anything being wrong. Whizzer tried to keep hisvoice steadier as he glanced over his shoulder with a forced, but believablehalf a smile. “Sure thing,” he responded with a nod, keeping his composure. IfMarvin washed Whizzer’s hair, he’d be busy and Whiz wouldn’t have to turn.

Whizzertilted his head back and closed his eyes as Marvin’s hands massaged his scalp.He allowed himself to get lost into the touch for a moment, leaning backagainst Marvin’s warm skin. It felt good to be that close. For the first timein his life, he wasn’t completely stiff showering with someone, even if hestill had careful movements and something to hide. Marvin made him feel safe,like he wasn’t asking for anything more than what Whizzer was willing to give.That really was a first in Whizzer’s life.

Lost in histhought, Whizzer didn’t stop Marvin when he pulled on Whizzer’s shoulder gentlyand turned him around. What pulled Whizzer back into reality was the gasp that escapedfrom Marvin as the man froze, eyes on Whizzer’s chest. Whizzer froze too, hisheart sinking completely. Was Marvin hurt? Was he disgusted? Did he thinkWhizzer was weak? Was Whizzer ugly in his eyes? Would he just walk out? The questionsattacked Whizzer all at once and suddenly he couldn’t breathe. Marvin raisedhis hand, immediately making Whizzer step back as far as he could. Marvin’seyes were wide and Whizzer couldn’t face them, now turning to the side toshield himself again.

When Marvindidn’t say anything, Whizzer silently washed the shampoo out of his hair andstepped out of the shower. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his chest, hisback turned to Marvin the whole time. “I understand if you want to leave,”Whizzer said quietly, almost inaudibly with the water running in the background.His hand was on the door handle when Marvin finally spoke, freezing him inplace again. “What happened?” Marvin’s words weren’t accusing, just thick with emotion.He’d turned the water off and Whizzer breathed in, trying to mask his voicetrembling. “I did,” Whizzer stated flatly, hair dripping water down his face. “Idid, Marvin, and I don’t want to think about it.”

Marvinappeared behind his lover, hesitating before placing his hand on Whizzer’sshoulder. “But… Why? You’re so beautiful, what happened that caused that amountof pain?” Marvin pushed, words even gentler than his touch. Whizzer opened thedoor and walked out, unsure of what to say. Marvin’s hand fell down and hefollowed Whizzer out, grabbing a towel to wrap around his waist. Whizzer sat onthe bed, head in his hands. “

“I’m a gayman,” Whizzer started, Marvin sitting beside him. He didn’t touch Whizzer, notyet, because now he could sense the tension. He didn’t want to cross anyboundaries now, not when it came to this. “It hasn’t always been clear to this world,that it really is who I am. It hasn’t been clear to myself either and for thelongest time, I felt dirty and wrong and monstrous for being the way I am.”Whizzer’s voice was robotic, his eyes a pale version of the intensity they usuallyheld. Marvin listened in silence. “I hated who I was, hated my body, and had noway of wording that pain. My home wasn’t exactly the softest place to be differentand boy was I the black sheep,” Whizzer took in a quivering breath before hecontinued, “I was told everything I am and represent is sin, that I’m going tohell. My chest is the way it is, because it was the only way for me to makesense of any of it. The pain seemed right, because I thought it was what Ideserved for hating the way my body looked. It was also concealable, as I worebaggy clothes and let no one close enough to see what was underneath.”

When Whizzerstopped talking, Marvin’s face was wet. It wasn’t water from his hair, but thetears he just couldn’t blink away. “But nothing about you is wrong,” he saidquietly, slowly wrapping an arm around Whizzer’s shoulders. “Nothing about youis wrong, Whizzer. You’re beautiful, you’re passionate, you have a goldenheart. And you’re handsome as all hell, I’ve never seen a guy with such a senseof style.” Marvin didn’t exaggerate. He meant every word he said, his heartpleading and breaking as he watched the man who was his everything.

Whizzerpaused for a moment before leaning against Marvin, trying to swallow the knotin his throat. He couldn’t say anything and his walls pushed Marvin’s wordsaway, making sure he wouldn’t believe them. The silence grew heavier andWhizzer felt like he was suffocating until Marvin finally spoke again, shatteringthe steel-hard atmosphere “Whizzer, I-… I love you.”

Whizzer’shead shot up, his eyes wide in turn. Out of everything Marvin could’ve said,that wasn’t what he’d expected. “I do. I’ve fallen for you so hard and I-… I’mso sorry the world hasn’t treated you kindly. I’m so sorry you went through allthat hurt alone. I’m staying right here.” Whizzer was speechless and just stared at Marvin. And then, heslowly melted into a smile, his eyes filling with tears. “I love you too.” Andjust like that, the world felt a little lighter.

After that,showering with Marvin became a habit Whizzer loved. He loved water and he lovedMarvin and the combination of those two made him relax. It helped him wake upin the morning, helped him destress at night. And Marvin made sure to make himfeel handsome, running his fingers all over his skin, never hesitating at the scars. He drew patterns over them, not wit ha condescending touch, but with acceptancethat told Whizzer that he wasn’t ashamed of his lover in any way. It took longbefore Whizzer was comfortable enough not to wear a binder in the house when itwas just him and Marvin, and even longer before he walked around shirtless, butMarvin’s softness helped him through. After time passed, Whizzer could tell Marvinmore about his scars, but it took much more than anything else. Thank god Marvinwas patient and loving.

At least until Whizzer’s naïve traits started to get on his nerves and the loving bickering turnedinto mutual frustration. But before that, living together was like a bed ofroses.