One shots

They always assume

Everyone just assumed. Assumed he was a Dom or that he wanted a partner, god forbid he actually care about his study's. Putting trust in someone enough to be drop dead stupid around them made his eye twitch.

Alexander Mage was his name, normally stunting a black Zip-up jacket and ripped jeans. He was skating around not necessarily paying attention to the ramp or anyone who might've been in his immediate way.

He barley saw the person coming before the board slid right from under him and he hit the ground. His best friend won a bet that day and forced him to wear a dorky ass Helmet for a week when he lost. Now said helmet was cracked open and he was curled into a ball. His heart was pounding and his eyes stayed closed for a little while until he could open them slowly. He now saw he wasn't on the ground but where he was didn't register in his head. When he did wake up he was on a bed that was really soft, he needed to hold something, he always slept hugging something now was no exception. His throat felt like there was something stuck in it and after a second he relaxed he felt ready to cry.

Over something so stupid? Nonetheless something was slid into his arms and he gladly hugged it and fell back asleep.

Magnus
I did not expect him to keep going. I thought he saw me but it seems the skater was zoned out. He crashed with the board sliding from under his feet and his body hitting the ground only for his head to hit the ground. He curled up and I checked for bleeding debating wether of not to call 911 or take him to the hospital myself but I decided to drive myself. The doctors gave me disapproving looks until I found out they thought he was mine. I didn't even know he wasn't a dom, he didn't look dominant but with the skating and dark clothing and on top of that no partner I assumed which I shouldn't have.

I clarified he wasn't mine and they told me he was ok, the helmet cracked but it protected his head perfectly. He landed on his shoulder but would only be bruised. Now the boy lay on his bed hugging a pillow between his arms Magnus as tried to get him a pacifier but it was a fail sadly. He wanted the boy to sleep the best possible so he had to ask his best friend to go buy one really quickly for him, he didn't want to do it to begin with because of all the questions but luckily he understood this wasn't a joking situation so a explanation was due later. He bought a plain light yellow pacifier and an actual stuffed animal for him,the pillow wasn't working the best for him. It was making him restless and I had a feeling something with paws would help him stretch out a bit. He got a hippopotamus and it was the best size, big enough to hug but small enough for him to bring his knees further to his chest. I turn the heated blanket on to about two and cover him to his waist, he was in one of my long sleeve shirts and I know it smelt like me so I hoped he didn't dislike it and it freak him out because of it. He was a little small for it (pun intended) but I didn't have any onesies for him or a crib, or milk or diapers - fuck I was getting ahead of myself.

What if he woke up completely slipped? What if he had friends or family and they hadn't heard from him in hours? I groan and pet his head gently. He was so cute, as a guy and little person.

He woke up very briefly before I went to bed but with a little coaxing he was right back out. I went to bed cuddled with the little guy and woke up with him crying, I couldn't figure out what it was until I saw him trying to roll and face me. I picked him up and settled him on my chest rubbing his back and covering us again. It took a bit for him to stop from full on bawling but when he did it was still early enough for me to have him go back to sleep. I was woken up again to heavy sobbing and a wet stomach, it took a bit of time (about a minute?) to get what happened but I just kissed his head and went to wash off really quickly. I changed the bed sheets and cleaned the mattress cover before putting fresh ones on and having him go potty. He was still bawling pretty hard when I put him on the new sheets. I sat and let him cry it out for a bit then turning off the light and having him lay down. Him being a goodboy laid down and slowly sobs turned to ragged breaths, then hiccups and he was asleep.

The next time it was sunny and he was wiggling to get up, I assumed he had to potty so I picked him up and set him on the potty only to have him tug at my hand, I looked and saw a very red baby. "Go on bubs, I know you gotta go and hear I'll even step out-" I stepped outside and heard him cry loudly In exclamation. I opened the door confused and he waved his hand for me to take then shoo'd me out for him to finally tinkle.

I just laughed a bit and re dressed him before washing his hands and mine. I groaned when I realized I still didn't have milk- I didn't have formula. I had regular milk but he couldn't just eat that could he? No

I texted Mickey and apologized profusely before Venmoing him way over the amount for a bit of formula. He said it was no issue but he had his own sub and I hated forcing him to leave even for a little bit. This Time he wanted to come in and I had too because he was doing me favors. Come to see he bought diapers to and a cheap little coloring book. "He'll want it and you'll need it" he set the stuff down and picked up my little to go change him. He cried a bit but Mickey was done so quickly he really had nothing to cry about.

Mickey showed me how to make formula and now to test it so I wouldn't burn his mouth. Against the inside of my wrist, he drank most of it as soon as he got it but lucky showed me I still should hold it for when he gets tired of it instead of dropping it like they tended to like to do. He finished and tried to drop it, frowning when i caught it. Mickey advised for a half bottle instead of a whole bottle, that way if he didn't finish ( he probably wouldn't) the other half wouldn't have to be wasted in a re best he wouldn't like later on.