24. Gladio. Nice to meet u btw ^^
Nice to meet you, too! Hope you like this little scenario for #24. Sorry it’s a little shorter than the others - just trying to get these all done as quickly as I can. :)
“FOR ONCE, I NEED YOU.”Gladiolus Amicita x Reader
Independent. That’s exactly what you were. If you wanted something done, you’d just go right ahead and do it yourself. Furniture needed built for your apartment? You built it. Someone needed their ass kicked? You probably weren’t best suited for it but, hell, you’d just do it anyway. The way you looked at it, too many people had let you down in the past for you to trust that anybody else would get things done the way you wanted them done. So you just did it yourself. Sure, your approach to things ruffled a few feathers from time to time, Gladio’s especially, you tended to push people away when they tried to help you. They didn’t offer because they thought you weren’t capable, after all, they literally only wanted to help you. He wanted you to let him in but you insisted on keeping him at arm’s length. You hadn’t been together very long, only a month or two, you just hadn’t been ready to let him past that protective shell you’d built around yourself.
That all worked well enough until your clumsiness caught up to you one day and you’d tripped down a few steps, landed awkwardly and broken your ankle. You’d cursed and you’d called it all the names under the sun but it didn’t change the fact that the bones were broken and they needed to be given time to heal. Rest. Take it easy. Things you just didn’t know how to do. “Stupid girl,” you cursed as you sat with your feet up, your crutches on the floor beside the sofa, “You really did it this time, didn’t you?” With a shake of your head, you reached for your crutches and hobbled through to the kitchen, this mood was nothing that a cappuccino couldn’t fix…. but you had no milk. Or coffee, for that matter. “Really?” You slammed the fridge door closed, sighed and reached for your phone. This one would sting.
“For once, I need you,” you wrote, even typing one of those little emoji things on the message. You hoped he’d appreciate your attempt at humour; you’d never once told him that you didn’t need him, after all. “Help?” With the message sent, you debated going back to your little spot on the sofa but decided against it. You waited a few moments for a reply to your message but none came, maybe he wouldn’t reply. Maybe he couldn’t, maybe he was in training. Oh well! You’d just need to do without that coffee.
Once you were sure that no reply was suddenly going to ping its way to your phone, you started back toward your sofa only to be disturbed by a knock at the door. “Who is it?” you called as you hobbled your way over, nobody answered. With some difficulty, you opened the door just as one of your crutches clattered to the floor.
“Watch it, watch it,” strong arms had soon scooped you up, “Take it easy.” Tears prickled your eyes, you couldn’t even answer the door without those damn things getting in the way. “Hey,” Gladio spoke softly, “None of that. Whatever’s wrong, it’s not worth tears.” He walked through your apartment and gently placed you down onto the couch.
“I can’t even walk properly, I have no coffee and no milk. Probably don’t have any of the essential things because, you know, I spend more time at work than I do here,” you ranted, trying to just get your frustrations out, “Those bloody things are no use at all, I keep dropping them and this foot is useless. I can’t live like this!” You knew it was an over-reaction but it was an adjustment - you’d literally gone from doing everything for yourself, being super confident, and now you needed to accept help. It’d take a little getting used to.
“So I’ll be your knight in leather armor,” Gladio grinned, taking his opportunity, “It’s only a temporary setback, (Y/N), you know that. Bones heal. You’ll be back on your feet in a few weeks.” He sat beside you and pulled you close to him, “And until that day, well, guess who’ll be here to help you.”
Your head found its place on his shoulder as he hugged you to him. “Thank you,” you smiled, “I really appreciate it.” With a smile, your hand swiped at those pesky little tears, “I know I’m being silly, I know this is only temporary, but I guess I just didn’t think it’d literally land me on my ass, y’know?” You sighed, “Can you stay?” Lifting your head, you caught his gaze with your own. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I know you’re busy but if you can…”
Gladio cut you off with a kiss. “If you need me, babygirl,” he grinned, “I’ll be here for as long as you want.”
The shell you’d built around yourself? Shattered. Mission accomplished, Gladio!