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tendouluvr · 4 years ago

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not telling them you’re pregnant [2] - f!reader

- little angst, hurt/comfort??, fluff

- characters: iwaizumi, atsumu, kageyama

- warnings: pregnancy, cravings, morning sickness aka throwing up, some cursing, mentions of sex, “mad” iwa makes out with your neck, atsumu pretends to faint and reader jokes about him dying :0

- wc: 1.4k, 1.3k, 1.7k (jfc thats a lot)

a/n: thank u guys for all the love on the first part <333 ily all and ty to the nonnie that requested tsumu and kags

f!reader cuz pregnancy but no specific prns/gendered terms used

[1. suna, sakusa, semi]

IWAIZUMI

#! you were planning on telling iwaizumi the big news that night

#! you missed your cycle this month, thinking it was probably just late so you didn’t care and waited for one more week to pass before worrying

#! it was almost two weeks now, your period tracker repeatedly sending you notifications to remind you to log your monthly cycle

#! but you had no cycle to log

#! thinking that you should go buy some tests, you did just that and came home to see them all turn positive

#! you were in the kitchen cooking a quick dinner when iwaizumi came home

#! he entered your home mumbling under his breath about some kid while putting up his jacket and shoes

#! “welcome home, haji!” you greeted him from the kitchen

#! “hey.” he briefly said back making you turn around to look at him

#! “you alright? what happened?” you tried starting a conversation in hopes of getting his mind off of whatever it is that seems to be bothering him

#! “some fucking kids came into the gym today, acting all obnoxious, trying to taunt me and the team because they wanted to impress some girls who probably didn’t even know them. would’ve knocked them out if it wasn’t against the fucking law.” he harshly explained his day while looking through the fridge for his protein drink

#! you tried not to laugh, turning around so he couldn’t see your face and tightening your lips together to contain yourself, but it was so funny you couldn’t help but imagine it

#! iwaizumi heard the giggles coming from you causing him to roll his eyes, “what’s funny?”

#! “nothing, should’ve just knocked them out, babe.”

#! “yea? sounds like you want to start visiting me in jail,” he makes his way over to back hug you while you continued cooking at the stove, “well then, i’ll keep that in mind next time some dinky teenager get in my face, baby.” he mumbles against your neck before giving you a quick kiss there

#! “hajjj, i’m cooking. go be horny elsewhere!” your upper half shuddered when he continued making out with your neck

#! “whatever you say, your highness.” deep chuckles come from him while he lets go of you to walk to the bedroom

#! “don’t call me that!” his laugh getting louder at your exclamation

#! later that night, you both laid in bed on your sides staring out of the window in front of you

#! “hey haj,” your voice a gentle whisper as to not wake him up if he had already fell asleep

#! “hmm?” he hums from behind you, rough, warm hands under your shirt rubbing itself on your bare stomach

#! “do you ever want kids?”

#! he was silent as he thought about what to say to you

#! “i don’t if they’re just gonna turn out like those dicks from today.” his answer wasn’t meant to be taken too seriously, he just hoped you didn’t interpret that as him saying he doesn’t want kids at all

#! “so if they don’t?”

#! “.......sure.”

#! you noticed his hesitation before he gave you an answer, trying to ignore it so your brain didn’t start analyzing too much

#! “hm, ok. goodnight, haji.”

#! “goodnight, i love you.”

#! “love you too.”

#! you told yourself that you were gonna reveal the news to him that night, but seeing that he was worked up over those kids and his slight hesitation when he answered you made you change your mind at the last minute

#! you laid awake thinking about what to do while iwaizumi peacefully slept not knowing his hand was caressing his future child

#! a few days have passed and you were still thinking about when to tell him

#! should you just say it? how would you say it? “hey, i’m pregnant.” no, that’s too blunt. “what if i told you i’m pregnant?” eh. “i’m preggo!” maybe.

#! you both never brought up the topic about having kids again ever since that night

#! but what you didn’t know was how occupied iwaizumi’s mind has been ever since you popped that question

#! he’s been imagining what it would be like to have a little him running around the house, maybe he’s a crybaby and dramatic like his uncle oikawa — who definitely would like to be the godfather, and he promises daily facetime calls everyday despite iwaizumi’s obvious displeasure — or perhaps he also finds entertainment in the godzilla franchise like his father

#! iwa thinks it would be neat to sometimes watch godzilla with someone else besides you, preferably his own kid

#! the night you asked him that question, it took him a while to answer because he couldn’t believe what he just heard. getting lost in his thoughts, he didn’t realize he forgot to answer you, giving you a quick, “sure.” once he came back to reality

#! you didn’t know this so you took his moment of silence as a sign of hesitation

#! the minor miscommunication causing you both to go into your own heads

#! you were currently looking in the full body mirror, observing the way your stomach looked and how much it’ll be changing soon to accommodate a living being inside you. your hands were moving around, curving itself against your stomach naturally when iwaizumi walked in on you

#! “babe, have you seen my hoodie? the black one, i think you were wearing it-,” his sentence cut off when he looked up from his phone

#! “what are you doing?” he asked seeing you pull your shirt back down

#! “looking at my stomach.”

#! “why? are you okay?” his voice softened at the second question wondering if you were feeling bad about yourself

#! “uh no, wait- yes, yea i’m okay. um, can i tell you something?”

#! before he could answer, you continued, “well, by tell i mean show. i have something to show you.”

#! “uh, yes? why are you so nervous?”

#! “ok, wait here.”

#! “babe-,” and you ran off leaving iwaizumi and the rest of his sentence in the room. a few seconds later, you came back holding something in your hand

#! “here.” grabbing his thick fingers to open his palm before stuffing the item into it. his eyebrows furrowed and he slowly unravels the piece of paper. you analyzed his face for any signs of anger or discontent while his eyes scanned the pictures from one corner to another

#! “w-what is..... you’re pregnant?” he whispered out, mind and body in shock as he stares at you wide-eyed

#! you nodded knowing that if you opened your mouth to talk you were probably going to cry. he falls onto the bed, sitting at the edge, then buries his head into his hands

#! “haji?” your voice lower than a whisper

#! he didn’t answer

#! but you saw it

#! you saw his shoulders starting to shake

#! “haj?” you tried again, this time lightly walking towards him

#! his cries became audible when he felt your smaller hands wrapping around his shoulders

#! “hey.. why are you crying?” you tried comforting him because it didn’t seem like his tears were going to stop any time soon

#! “shit, yn, fuck me.” he said through his cries

#! “oh?”

#! he rolled his eyes at your implying tone before grabbing you by the waist to lay his head on your chest. his breath staggered from crying, he was still crying just not as hard

#! one of your hand gently going through his hair while the other one rubs his back. the action soothing him enough to calm him down and eventually his tears stopped. “why didn’t you tell me?” his voice pouty and his sentence breaking between every other word

#! “i thought you didn’t want kids. i was scared.”

#! he raises his head so his chin is now resting on your chest, “why’d you think that?”

#! “you.. hesitated... when i asked you, remember?”

#! his eyes drifting to the side as he tries to think back on the last few days. you knew he remembered when his eyes slightly widened and his lips formed a small o, “i’m sorry, the question made me imagine things and i got lost in my train of thoughts that i forgot to answer you right away.”

#! “oh.”

#! “yea..”

#! “then, i’m sorry for assuming things and not telling you.”

#! “no, it’s not your fault.”

#! “it’s not yours either.”

#! “so.. truce?”

#! “idiot! why are we making a truce?!”

#! he giggles as he stuffs his face back into your chest but not before he bent down to give your stomach a loving kiss

ATSUMU

#! atsumu was huffing with his arms crossed across his chest, lip in a pout and eyes squinted as he focuses on the television in front of him

#! “stupid ‘samu and his stupid food. i don’t need it. if he doesn’t want to give me any, then i don’t need it. i can make my own food. stupid. stupid, stupid, stupid.” he childishly mumbled under his breath as his eyes squinted even more, shooting his glare directly at the television

#! “‘tsumu, can you come help me with this?” a voice called from the bedroom. your voice. his beautiful, lovely, awesome sweetheart

#! “c’ming.” he mumbles, slowly sliding off of the couch to trudge over to you

#! “hmm?” he hummed when he got to the entryway of your shared bedroom

#! “can you hold this up a bit, i need to get something in here.” you were in the walk-in closet organizing some things

#! he was happy to help, but you could tell from the way he was pouting and his eyebrows still furrowed that something was bothering him

#! you sighed, “what’s wrong?”

#! “nothin’.”

#! “‘tsumu....,” you gave him a knowing look

#! he was gonna have to tell you at some point, “‘samu, that food hogging pig!”

#! “oh, hey! don’t call him that! it’s mean.”

#! “dun care, his fault for not sharing. our mom taught us better than that.”

#! “you don’t share, get off his back.”

#! “i do!! why are ya siding with him?! i’m yer boyfriend! yer sweet, loving, ethereal boyfriend!”

#! you raised an eyebrow at the way he described himself, “y’sure ‘bout that?”

#! his mouth opens as if he was going to gasp but no sound came out, he just pretended to faint

#! “oh no, did you die?”

#! no answer

#! “about time, thought i was gonna have to endure it for a few more years.”

#! “hey!!” he bounced back up when he heard you say that ridiculously offensive comment

#! “fine, i’ll leave then. don’t come running back to me when ya miss yer oh so handsome future husband.”

#! you snorted before going back to organizing the closet, “hold this for me, please.”

#! he groaned from the back of his throat but went over to help you anyway

#! recently, the twins’ mom gave you guys some boxes of clothes she had put away for some time. not wanting to throw them away, she gave it to you guys and osamu to take whatever you could

#! while looking through the boxes, you dug up some baby clothes that belonged to atsumu

#! “oh my god.”

#! he swings his head over to look at you, “what? hey! that’s mine!”

#! “it’s so ugly.”

#! “i’m telling my mom you said that. she’s gonna hate you sooooo much.”

#! “‘tsum, she set you up.”

#! he faked a wail and then turned back around to ignore you

#! “y’think we can keep some?”

#! “what for?”

#! “i don’t know..what if we have kids later?”

#! “that sounds nice...but we might have twins. i don’t want that.”

#! “huh? you can’t control who and how many we get, ‘tsumu.”

#! “then, let’s not risk it!”

#! “so, you don’t want kids?”

#! “precisely, yah.”

#! you stared incredulously at him while he continued sorting through stuff like he didn’t just tell you he made up his mind on not wanting kids

#! you found out two days ago that you’re pregnant, not yet telling atsumu because you just couldn’t find the right time to sit him down and talk

#! you didn’t expect to find out now that he for sure didn’t want kids. you guys talked about it a few times throughout the years of being together, but he never gave a definite answer

#! it was usually just him teasing you, or he was running around the answer. you never pushed him to answer, you didn’t want to pressure him or anything of that sort

#! “good to know, i’ll keep that in mind.” you mumbled, distracting yourself with folding the clothes

#! atsumu gave you a hum to acknowledge your words. no one says anything after that

#! a few days passed and the topic wasn’t brought up again. you secretly stashed some of the baby clothes while cleaning, the baby was gonna come at some point whether atsumu wanted it or not

#! but what you didn’t know was that he kept a stash of the baby clothes as well. he cleared out a space in his sock drawers by stuffing everything to one side, placing a stack of clothes inside because deep down he knew that there was going to be a mini him one day

#! it was currently morning, you both having the day off so you slept in. your back was curved to mold against his well defined chest while you slept. atsumu was snoring but you learned to block it out over time (he claimed you snore as well, but was never successful on proving it)

#! your eyes shot open, feeling the familiar bile crawling up your throat threatening to come out without your permission

#! quickly throwing the arm that was wrapped around you off, you ran towards the connected bathroom

#! your disappearance making atsumu’s sleepy eyes blink open, “babe? it’s still early.” his rough morning voice whispering out because it wasn’t capable of being louder than that in the morning

#! he heard the gagging noises from the restroom, eyes shooting wide awake in concern. he trips over the comforter trying to get out of bed, hurriedly running to you

#! atsumu acted fast and was holding your hair back, warm palms rubbing circles on your back. he wasn’t sure what to say, choosing to stay silent until you were finished

#! you wiped your mouth with the back of your palm, gasping for air over the toilet seat, reaching out to hold the hand that was on your back, you whispered out an, “i’m pregnant.”

#! initially he didn’t hear you, but once he heard it in his head he gasped. “how long?”

#! “not sure, almost a month?” your voice rough from throwing up

#! atsumu was confused. eyes darting everywhere, not really sure where to exactly focus on. his mind was racing, trying to think of why he didn’t know anything for so long, “ya didn’t tell me?”

#! “how could i when you said you don’t want kids?”

#! “i’m...oh..sorry, i’m sorry, i didn’t mean for it to be taken too seriously. i only said that because of the thing with ‘samu so i thought ya could tell it was a joke.”

#! “no ‘tsumu, i couldn’t. i was already pregnant at that point and hearing you say that about having kids really affected me. i didn’t know how to tell you after you specifically said to not risk anything, how was i suppose to know it was meant to be a joke?” your voice still groggy and tears were building up in your eyes.

#! he lightly sighs then brings his hand up to cup your head, rubbing it to calm you down. “i’m so sorry, angel. i do want kids, specifically with ya. what i said was a bit dicky, but i was just being immature, i promise. i won’t joke about serious things like that again, i’m sorry.”

#! you sniffed and brought his hand up to kiss him on the palm, but he quickly yanked it away making you look up at him in shock. “ya just threw up.” he pointed to the toilet.

#! you laughed at that and quickly apologized, he carried you up so you both can stand up from the bathroom floor. atsumu gently washing your hands and around your mouth, then you swishing some water in your mouth to get rid of the throw up aftertaste

#! “wanna know a secret, babe?” he blurted out while helping you walk back to the bed

#! “what?”

#! “i kept some of the baby clothes.” a shy smile on his face as he winks at you from the side

KAGEYAMA

#! you’ve been feeling a bit sluggish lately, you weren’t sure why because it came out of nowhere

#! you decided to ignore it, but as time passes, you didn’t get any better and you even started to throw up

#! thinking back to the talk your mom gave you when you were 10, you went out to buy some pregnancy tests

#! the timeline made sense, the last time you both had sex was a few weeks ago

#! kageyama’s been caught up with practice, you were stressed, so naturally you both thought it was a good idea to let it out

#! but what you didn’t expect was having to buy pregnancy tests because there was a possibility you’re pregnant

#! granted there wasn’t any protection used and you stopped taking your pills a while ago because you guys just didn’t care anymore, so nevermind, you do see how you could be pregnant

#! but damn, one time. all it took was one time

#! shaking your head, you took your phone out to text kageyama

#! you’re not telling him over text, just letting him know you have something to tell him tonight so he can know to prepare for a talk

#! you: tobiii

#! you: i have something to tell you

#! you: tonight tho

#! you: after you come home

#! him: ok love

#! while waiting for him to come home, you lazed around and scrolled through social media for a bit. checking twitter, you were reading some tweets from kageyama’s fans, finding some funny, some adorable, and some just...weird

#! but one tweet you saw was from someone who had met kageyama at one of his previous games. the person was talking about their experience getting to meet him and they even wrote out a part of the conversation they had with kageyama

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: omfg i just met kageyama fucking tobiiosdfjdf

#! it was a thread so you clicked on it to continue reading

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: he’s so sighs dreamily

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: so fucking tall. i’m 5′3 and mans all the way up there 👆

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: OH OMH wait lemme type out one part of our convo omfg i think he has a partner?????? like an actual s/o guys not me

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: ok i asked him smtg along the lines of what he thought abt having so many fans who are children ykk bc i was thinking he knew i was implying that these kids look up to him and stuff

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: but this man.....is so...UNAWARE why is he like this but he said smtg like he doesnt understand how kids can be fans of him bc how can they understand professional volleyball like that and i was like ???mf didn’t u grow up playing vball

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: so i was like oh ok :D and then asked him abt his thoughts on his future kids following in his footsteps bc i was thinking his answer would be wholesome or some shit

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: he told me,,,,, i dont have kids and i dont want any... !!!! why does mr kagman not want kids w me :(( /j

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: ok so like all of this happened v quickly i was like in and out in 10 seconds lmao but WAIT after he said he doesnt want kids i saw him scrunching his face up

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: im not mind reader nor body language reader but idk he looked .. hrm sad?? FUCK IDK DONT TAKE M E SERIOUSLY IM DELUSIONAL

#! being an adult, you knew you shouldn’t be taking twitter threads of his teenage fans too seriously but you couldn’t help but reread the part where he said he didn’t want kids

#! did he actually say that or is this person rewording what he said? you now realized how you guys never really talked about having kids

#! sure, it was brought up once or twice but it was just because you were having baby fever. kageyama himself never directly told you he wanted kids or he was fine with having kids of his own

#! you sighed to yourself as you lock your phone, closing your eyes to take a nap until kageyama comes home

#! you felt yourself being shaken awake lightly, a familiar presence hovering over you on the couch made you open an eye

#! “tobio?”

#! “who else would it be?”

#! “i don’t know, a murderer?”

#! he scoffs at the slim chance of a someone breaking in to hurt you, but quickly turned his attention back to you when he remembered you wanted to talk

#! “so what’d you wanted to tell me?”

#! “oh, can you sit down?”

#! “o..kay?” he stiffly walked to sit beside you on the couch

#! “i’m uh,” think of something, “honestly, i forgot. yea, i forgot what i was gonna tell you. sorry.”

#! he raises one eyebrow to gaze at you curiously

#! “are you sure? it sounded important when you texted me.”

#! “mhm! yup, i forgot. sorry if i worried you, heh, are you hungry? there’s leftovers we can heat up.” you quickly tried to change the subject, getting up to walk to the kitchen

#! luckily your boyfriend didn’t question it further and got up to trail right behind you

#! you figured giving yourself some time before telling him after what you read was a good idea

#! are you aware that you were overthinking some tweet by a stranger on the app that is twitter? yes, you were. but you’re also human and overthinking is in human’s nature

#! it’s been three weeks and you still haven’t told kageyama the news. a part of you was ready to tell him, just let him know and you guys talk it out, what’s the worst that could happen

#! but the other part of you was scared. scared he actually didn’t want kids. scared he was going to leave you because going through with the pregnancy would drag him down. scared he would get mad at you for not being more careful when he was equally at fault

#! you know how kageyama gets when his emotions get complicated, he can’t deal with it so his one outlet is anger

#! he has no filter and says whatever comes to mind, all logical thinking leaving his brain

#! and that part of you is the stronger one

#! obviously you were going to tell him at some point, it’s not like you can literally hide the growing baby inside you

#! just not yet, not until you’re ready

#! you’re currently a little over a month, bump not really showing, but it’s there and it’s growing

#! kageyama can be a bit dim when it comes to.. most things beside volleyball, and usually you tease him about it but for once you thank whatever god is out there that he hasn’t noticed any big changes on your body yet

#! that was until you were showering, and he made the decision to enter the shower with you without your knowledge

#! humming to yourself while scrubbing your arms, you scooted back away from the water so it wouldn’t wash off the body wash you were trying to use

#! the action causing you to lightly hit kageyama’s chest making you jump from where you were standing

#! “tobio!” you screamed, turning around to throw the foamed body wash at him

#! he chuckles at your surprised expression and didn’t mind the soap you threw onto him, which was now sticking to his defined chest

#! “why were you just standing there, creep?”

#! he was still giggling when he answered you, “did i scare you this time?”

#! “what do you think?” you lightheartedly roll your eyes before going back to scrubbing your body

#! he picked the loofah out of your hand to continue for you

#! you both enjoyed the relaxing sound of running water and quiet echoed hums as he takes his time washing you when he suddenly stopped

#! opening your eyes, you looked up at him, “what’s wrong?”

#! he was just staring at you, blinking very slowly

#! “why do you look- your stomach feels- you look very-,” he sighs, “you look pregnant.”

#! now it was your turn to blink at him

#! you totally forgot that you were naked at the moment and he could easily see every inch of your body

#! blinking once more, you took a deep breath before telling him, “that’s ‘cuz i am.”

#! “y-you are?!” he jumped from his spot

#! “yea.. do you have a problem with that?”

#! “i...why didn’t you tell me?”

#! “do you have a problem with that?” you repeated

#! “n-no..so why didn’t you tell me?”

#! “you’re not mad?”

#! “why would i...?” his voice slightly turning high pitched as he dragged the i out

#! “i thought you didn’t want kids.”

#! “who told you that? when did i say that?”

#! “twitter.” you murmured under your breath

#! “what?”

#! “twitter..” you said a bit louder, still murmuring and choosing to turn away from him

#! “twitter?! why didn’t you just tell me, your real life boyfriend?”

#! “because!.... i was scared.”

#! “s-scared? baby, why?”

#! “i was scared you were going to leave. i don’t want you to leave. that night i told you i had something to tell you, that was when i found out. i backed out when you came home and i’m sorry. i should’ve just told you, i’m sorry, tobio-,” you were crying at this point, both of you standing under the water

#! “shh, shh, it’s okay. i’m sorry for not noticing earlier. you’re alright, babe. it’s okay. it’s okay to not feel ready, you don’t have to feel pressured to tell me anything, alright? whenever you’re ready, you tell me,” you meekly nodded as he pulls you into a hug, “whenever you’re ready..”

#! you both stood hugging each other’s bare body for a few minutes under the warm water

#! “that was probably the smartest thing you’ve ever said, tobi.” your voice sounding congested from the crying

#! “hey. mean.”

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peggyrose19 · 4 years ago

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20 Years

As promised, I’m back for dear Leo’s birthday! Our baby is 20, can you believe it? No longer a teenager. I feel old (he’s older than me shhhh). Happy solar return to Leo, and have a fic in celebration! Many thanks to the discord for the help, y’all are livesavers. Characters belong to @lumosinlove <3

I know some of you were a bit worried about me, so wanted to let you know that I’m doing better. Probably just gonna be hopping on here and there over the next few days when I get bored in class. I’ll definitely be back in full next week though. I have no school, so the craziness will have subsided somewhat. Ily all, and thank you for always supporting me <333 Now enough from me, onto the fic! Hope you enjoy

“Keep your eyes closed!” Finn demanded, holding his hands firmly over Leo’s face.

“They are,” Leo laughed as he was blindly walked forward. “It’s not like I could see even if they were open.” Logan giggled from his other side. Whatever he and Finn had planned was certainly going to be interesting.

Finn stopped walking then. “Okay, you can open your eyes now!” He removed his hands as Leo let his eyes open and adjust to the light. He gasped.

The living room was decorated in yellow and blue streamers, the fairy lights framing the ceiling plugged in and glowing. They had set the dining room table with their nicest (read not mismatched) plates and silverware, lit candles in the middle, and a large vase of flowers on the nearby kitchen counter. Two large balloons were tied to the arm of his usual chair, a two and a zero, and even more brushed the ceiling in the corners of the room. A large happy birthday banner even hung on one wall, making Leo laugh.

Leo gazed at it all incredulously. “Did you do all this?” he asked in amazement. Logan and Finn both nodded eagerly.

“We’ve been planning it for weeks,” Logan admitted.

“Oh, you didn’t have to-”

“No no no,” Finn interrupted. “It’s your first birthday with us, you deserve all the pampering and planning. We have two whole decades of Leo to celebrate!” Leo blushed, leaning down to press a kiss to Finn’s lips.

“You’re too good to me.”

“Never. Now come on, you haven’t seen the best part yet.”

“Better than all this?” Leo gestured to the streamers and the lights.

“Come on, you’ll see!” Logan teased, tugging him forward by the hand. “And ta-da!” Logan held his hands out proudly, displaying the cake sitting on the table. It read ‘Happy Birthday Leo’ in messy blue icing, the white frosting under it even messier.

Leo brought his hands to his mouth. “Did you guys make this?”

“All by ourselves,” Finn said proudly.

Leo raised an eyebrow. “I love you, but neither of you know the first thing about baking a cake. Who did the decorating?”

“That was me,” Logan said proudly.

“It looks very nice, sweetheart. Can we eat it now?”

“So impatient, Butter,” Finn murmured.

“It’s my birthday, hush you. I deserve cake.”

Logan pressed a kiss to his temple. “That you do, love.”

Leo huffed a laugh as walked over to his seat, Finn getting there before him and pulling out his chair with a flourish. Leo giggled.

“Why thank you, good sir,” he said dramatically as he sat down and Finn pushed him in.

“You are very welcome.”

Logan watched them fondly as he himself sat down. “You’re ridiculous,” he murmured.

“Yeah, but you love it.” Finn placed a smacking kiss on the top of his head as he walked by.

Logan held out a large knife to Leo. “Birthday boy gets to cut the cake.”

“Aren’t you going to sing happy birthday first?” Leo teased, taking the knife.

“Oh shit, right. Um-” Finn cleared his throat. “Happy birthday to you,” he began, Logan quickly joining in.

“Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Leo. Happy birthday to youuuuuuu.” They held the last note out, making Leo wince slightly at their tone-deafness, but he was laughing by the end, cheeks flushed.

“Thank you. Can I try this now?”

“You are very impatient today for someone who is no longer a teenager.”

Leo shrugged innocently. “It’s my birthday.”

Logan shook his head fondly. “Alright, go ahead. I want some too.”

“You two better not have messed this up,” Leo muttered as he made the first cut.

“Hey! I will have you know we made this with utmost precision and expertise.”

“Celeste helped you?”

“Celeste helped us.”

Leo smiled as he cut three large slices, placing each on a clean plate before handing one to each Finn and Logan.

“Mmm,” Leo said, taking a bite. “This is good. I’m impressed.”

Finn gasped. “Are you saying you thought it would be bad?”

Leo leaned forward, licking a bit of frosting off his fork. “That is exactly what I’m saying.” Finn looked turned on. Logan just pouted.

“Nut, I will have you know we practiced for weeks to get this right.”

“And you didn’t even burn down the kitchen.”

“Have you so little faith in us?” Finn gasped, affronted.

“Logan burned soup last week.”

“That was an accident!”

“You have frosting on your lip.”

Logan raised a hand to his face. “Oh no,” he sighed as he lowered his hand, clumsily taking another bite and effectively smearing even more frosting on his face. “Such a shame. Guess you’ll have to… wipe it off for me?”

Leo smirked, both at the absurdity of his boyfriend and the spark Logan’s words sent down his spine.

“Guess I will,” he murmured, leaning in towards Logan. His lips were sticky and sweet, just like Logan himself. He kissed him like they had all the time in the world, slow and deep, and Leo heard Finn sigh from his other side.

“Let’s finish eating, mon amor,” Leo murmured against Logan’s lips, licking into his mouth once more before pulling away. He glanced over at Finn, staring at them with cheeks flushed.

“Fine,” Logan sighed, and reluctantly kept eating.

“We have another gift for you,” Finn started hesitantly after swallowing his last bite of his cake.

Leo immediately protested. “No no, you guys have already gotten me so much already. You really didn’t-”

“Too late!” Logan crowed. “You deserve everything we give you and more Nutter Butter, and you will accept our love in the form of far too many gifts whether you like it or not!”

“Okay, okay,” Leo laughed, holding up his hands. “Guess I don’t have a choice, huh?”

“Nope. Here.”

Logan held out a plain white envelope. Leo frowned.

“What is this?”

“Open it and you’ll see,” Logan sang, propping his chin on his hands.

Apprehensively, Leo slid his finger under the seal and tugged the envelope open. Inside were two folded pieces of paper.

“What-”

“Just take them out,” Finn urged.

“Alright.” Leo did, and carefully unfolded one piece of paper. Three slips of paper fell out. Leo picked them up, eyes scanning the papers quickly. He brought his free hand to his mouth. “Oh my God,” he whispered. He raised his eyes to look at Finn, blue eyes bright with tears. “Finn…”

“Open the other, open the other,” Finn urged. Leo eyed him and turned to the other paper.

“Is this gonna make me cry too?” he asked, voice tight.

“Hmm, possibly,” Logan smiled.

Leo unfolded the second letter and three more papers fell onto the table. As he read Logan’s words, more tears sparked in his eyes. “Oh. You guys, this is too much.”

“No it’s not.”

“But how did you- you got us Broadway and concert tickets.” He looked at them with the closest approximation of heart eyes possible. “ I can’t believe you two, how did you manage to pull this off?

Logan shrugged. “Told you, we’ve been planning for weeks. Although I bought the concert tickets ages ago when his tour was first announced.”

“You mean you’ve had these since May and didn’t say anything? How did you possibly manage that?”

“With difficulty.”

“And Finn, the Moulin Rouge tickets? I mean- third row? This must have cost a fortune!”

“Baby, we’re professional hockey players. We can afford it.”

“Oh. Right. I forget sometimes.” He blushed.

“Look, we were already planning on doing New York this summer, right? Logan and I thought-” Logan snorted- “Okay, Logan thought that we should take advantage of it. I mean, you can’t go to New York City for the first time and not see a Broadway show. And we all know Moulin Rouge is your favorite movie, how could we not?”

“And the Harry Styles concert?” Leo sniffed.

“It’s Harry Styles.”

“Good point.”

“And we all love him, so it seemed like as good a time as any. Plus, who would give up a chance to meet Harry?”

“We’re gonna meet him?!” Leo nearly shrieked. Finn and Logan both laughed.

Leo launched himself at Logan, nearly knocking his water glass over, and peppered his face with kisses, laughing all the while.

“Holy shit, I can’t believe you,” he gasped.

“Hey! I’m here too!” Finn protested, appearing at their side.

“Baby, we both know this was Logan’s idea. I love you, but you are terrible at gift ideas.”

“Hey! I will have you know, the show was my idea.” Logan and Leo both laughed, and Leo pulled Finn down for a kiss.

“Thank you,” he said against his lips.

“Love you,” Finn replied, before Logan was kissing Leo’s cheek, drawing his attention back.

“And thank you,” Leo murmured to Logan.

“Happy birthday, mon amor,” Logan whispered.

#o'knutzy #food cw #birthday celebrations #leo baby is 20 #teasing and laughing #they're so cute i can't #lumosinlove #sweater weather #coast to coast #i need to stop using songs as titles

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novannna · 3 years ago

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ty for the ask dt!!!

hmm i really like what i did with this section from my nobell pirate au

"...Nova’s grin widened. “Guilty as charged.” She noticed the other king’s still body. “A little scuffle?”

“Something like that,” the crown prince cut in. “What do you want?”

“From you?” Nothing.” Nova laughed. “Bind everyone’s hands, and feet if you can,” Nova barked to her crew. “We don’t want anyone running off, do we?” She raised her pistol and fired a shot. It struck the wood right next to a woman attempting to sneak away down below. She screamed, and dropped to the ground, shaking.

“What do you mean you want nothing from us?” the prince asked. “Why are you here?”

Nova grabbed his hands roughly, and wrapped a rope around them.

“The world isn’t all about you, sweetheart. And you should be thanking me,” she grinned.

“What do you mean,” he demanded.

“You don’t have to rule anymore. You’ll never bear the burden of the crown. So… You’re welcome!” Nova laughed brightly, and threw him down to the floor. He grunted, and tried to rise up, but Nova placed her booted foot on her chest, pushing him back down.

“Now, where’s the dear bride? I have to greet both sides of the couple.”

“Here,” a quiet voice said.

Nova stalked towards the source, grinning as people flinched away so quickly they toppled over. Oh, how she loved being feared. The rush of power she got. It made Nova full. It reminded her of how far she had come. She wasn’t a helpless little girl anymore. She had come far. She had done things that were once considered impossible.

Nova Jean Artino was the most feared person to ever sail the seas, and she had done it all on her own.

She was the pirate Nightmare. And they should fear her.

Especially this small, quivering white clad figure before her.

“So,” Nova said, her voice cutting across the quiet deck. “You’re the girl the prince chose to wed.” Nova smirked. “And who is the lucky lady?”

“You know, I’m hurt you don’t recognize me,” the voice said. It was low, and achingly familiar.

Nova raised her eyebrows. “Should I? You know I meet a lot of women and-” she stopped talking suddenly. The girl raised her head, and met Nova’s eyes with her own. The dark amber stared at her. Soft brown skin, and artfully arranged blonde dreadlocks.

“Hello, Nova,” Danna said softly.

Nova felt her breath catch in her throat. Danna was striking in her wedding dress. Her wedding dress . Danna was marrying the prince. Her Danna. Her Danna was throwing her freedom away.

“Hello, Danna,” Nova said, struggling to get the words out. “Sorry to interrupt the happy occasion.”

Danna scoffed. “I should thank you. Nothing about this is happy.”

Nova tried to smirk. “Then, your welcome, milady .” She sank into a deep curtsy.

“Nova, what are you doing here?” Danna asked.

What was Nova doing here? Just the glance of Danna was enough to knock her off her pedestal. She lost sight of her goals. Lost sight of her past. Forgot everything but the girl next to her. Danna’s very breath was poisonous. She slipped into the cracks in Nova’s body, and took hold of her. She made Nova forget who she was.

Danna was deadly, and Nova was addicted to her.

That would not do.

“I’m doing my job.” Nova inhaled deeply, and looked away. “Tie her up, and put her with the others,” she barked to her crew. “I don’t have time for pleasantries, love,” she said to Danna. “Take her away.”

“Nova!” Danna screamed. “Stop, you have to listen to me!”

Nova paused. “Gag her too,” she responded. “I don’t have to listen to anyone. You listen to me.”

Nova drew her sword, and stalked down the deck, dragging the tip against the ground behind her.

“I am in charge here. You are all my prisoners. And luckily for you, I don’t care about your pitiful lives. So, if you behave, you can keep them. Am I clear?”

A hurried response of yes’s were quickly returned.

“Good.” Nova smiled. “Then, you will not say another word until my uncle is here.”

King Simon looked up quickly. “Uncle?”

Nova spun around, sword tip already at his throat. “Did you not hear a word I said?”

He flinched back.

“Good.” Nova smiled, teeth glinting. “Any other comments?” She asked, sheathing her sword.

No one responded.

“Excellent.” Nova laughed. “Don’t you just love weddings?”

ok so in the first few paragraphs, im just obssessed w nova being a smug little bitch, i love her, she's literally so cocky, its really fun to write. and like, so power hungry too, she's kinda relishing all the fear and pwoer she's possessing, and just how in control she is.

and then, she asks to meet the bride, and obviosuly doesnt know it's danna, and while its from nova's perspective, i was trying to show everything that danna was feeling too, i didnt do a great job, but it worked kinda.

and nova know's its someone familiar, but she wouldn't have guessed danna, because, it was her danna, and she wasn't able to ever imagine her with someone else (even if it was all fake) and nova knows danna doesn't love adrian, not like how nova loves her, she knows she was ready to throw her future away just like that, and she's so fucking angry, but also, she shouldn't care, but she does and its ahhh

ofc all the while nova is struggling to seem normal.

also, so so obssesed w this paragraph : "What was Nova doing here? Just the glance of Danna was enough to knock her off her pedestal. She lost sight of her goals. Lost sight of her past. Forgot everything but the girl next to her. Danna’s very breath was poisonous. She slipped into the cracks in Nova’s body, and took hold of her. She made Nova forget who she was.

Danna was deadly, and Nova was addicted to her."

i don't even know what commentary to add, just yeah... these bitches gay <333

and nova has to choose danna or her ambition, but she already made that choice, and now she has to make it again. And she does. Nova chose to secure her own future, and can't be around danna, because it hurts her to be near her, but not w her just yeah. ow </3 and she needs to act like the cold pirate she is while breaking apart inside and pain :)

yeah thats p much it idk, sorry that was long, people should go read the whole au, its not terrible writing crazily enough im so sorry if that didn't make sense im not at my best.

#dt tag #ty!#ask #ask game #this was v fun!#same sea same soul same heart #nobell #nova artino #danna bell #nova x danna #renegades

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calpops · 4 years ago

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shatter | c.h.

Distance brings problems to the surface of your relationship with Calum. A break feels like the only option. You hold onto hope that it will bring you back together and that if it’s meant to be it will be.

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Your heart sinks as Calum sighs and sets himself on the edge of the couch cushion; three places away from you. Usually he’d settle completely at your side, pull you into him and let your head rest against his chest, grin as your fingers tapped the rhythm of his heart against his ribs and know you were both finally home for the night. The moon would have usually guided you both to bed but tonight it casts haunting shadows that cut across Calum’s somber face. You swallow down a lump in your throat and play with your hands set in your lap.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” He asks, voice tight and trying not to break.

“I think it’s what we need,” you explain and try to convince him and yourself.

Things had gotten rocky between you as band responsibilites took off and distance made everything hazy. He was gone and busy, you were home and alone. You convinced yourself that when things calmed down and he was home more it would be different. Things would go back to the way they were before he left. It would go back to feeling like home. But they stayed distant. He was still gone; celebrating the success, riding out the highs of all the successes his hard work brought. You were happy for him. But, you were still alone, not one for parties or late nights. You were shaken by the disturbance that entered your lives and lent you realizations. You felt like three different people all in the same breath. There was you when you were with him, you when he was away, and you somewhere in between those times. You weren’t sure who that was anymore.

“A break,” he said around a sigh. “You really think we need a break?”

“It already feels like we’re in the middle of one,” you admit and feel your heart crash. You hate to admit it but the truth has never been easy to admit. “You’ve been gone for so long.”

“I’m home now,” he insists and doesn’t understand—you can’t fault him for that, you haven’t explained yourself all that well.

“Not really. You’re still gone almost every night. When you are here it’s different. There’s a disconnect. It’s not like it used to be. I don’t know if I can handle how it is right now. I don’t know—it’s me, it’s me, it has to be me. I’m just”—Calum moves to you and cuts off the bubble of hysteria you can actively feel rising in your chest. He grabs your hands and soothes you.

“If you need a break I can stay with Ashton for a while,” he says and you can see the heartbreak and crash of emotions that sweep through his eyes. He frowns, you hear his breath catch in his throat and you turn away from him; unable to witness how much this is hurting him. “You’re right. I haven’t been around. It’s been different.”

“I want to get back to normal, but I don’t know how.”

“Time. Communicating. This… this is the first step,” Calum said and though the realization was painful for both of you it was necessary and held a splinter of hope for the future. “Thank you for telling me. I want to get back to what we had too. If this is how you think we should do it then I’ll do it. I’m sure Ashton won’t mind if I crash with him, for a while.”

A while held a certain promise that things would recover. It held heart and hope and a certainty that sounded unbreakable. You don’t know how long a while might last, what challenges might crop up in the face of a break or how feelings might change. Something sits heavy on your chest. You are asking for a break and now you feel you need to afford Calum his freedom in the meantime.

“You can see other people, if you want,” you say though it burns from the tip of your tongue to the bottom of your heart.

He shakes his head. “I don’t want that. I don’t want anyone but you.”

“I just need time to find me again,” you say but the sentence breaks in the middle and though it feels the break has begun Calum pulls you to him and offers you comfort.

“When you find yourself, I’ll be waiting.”

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Days without Calum bleed on in a heartbreaking haze. He wasn’t around much before the break became official but now there’s no waiting around for the possibility of a late night call or an early morning surprise of him walking through the door. He took a few suitcases of things with him—clothes, his bass, journals and when you come upon the empty nightstand on his side of the bed you realize he took a photo of you two he snapped on your first anniversary. Duke went with him to Ashton’s and without the click of his claws on hardwood or the low hum of Calum’s bass the house is much too silent for your liking.

There’s no more waiting around for him or the crushing disappointment of missed calls. There’s no more aching over his absence and wondering if he preferred being out than being with you. It was your choice and now you can only hope he isn’t hurting the way you were. All of the absences also mean there is no more play fighting for the remote or making jokes while making breakfast. There’s no more erratic heart beats and smiles that leave you with wildfires of warmth blazing through your blood. There’s no more Calum.

He surprises you one day, shows up on the doorstep with a timid knock and bashful eyes.

“I need to get some things,” he admits and you realize more time has slipped past than you thought if he’s in need of extra things from the house.

You can sense his anxiety as he collects what he needs; note the hesitation as he reaches for shared things. Your worlds have become so intertwined it’s hard to tell what’s yours and what’s his. Separation becomes a fine line; a hairline fracture in the glass house you’ve built around each other. You hope you both don’t shatter as a consequence.

He leaves you all too soon—not before reminding you he loves you and breaking your heart in the same breath—it enforces a hollow hole that drives it’s way further through your heart. His reappearance shifts your perspective and keeps you up for nights on end. You feel the cool side of the bed is much colder now, you notice the fridge and cupboards are way too stocked with food and the coffee table is lonely without music magazines and picks discarded all over it.

It’s during a late night when you can’t sleep that you find yourself wandering the house. Pacing up and down the halls and feeling nervous energy bite through you. Your pacing isn’t enough. You leave the house with no real destination in mind but are not surprised when you pull up to a familiar abode. The lights are out but you wind up on the doorstep without hesitation, ring the doorbell and hear a bark that sets your already flickering nerves ablaze. The door opens to Ashton who rubs at his tired eyes but takes you in and gives you a sympathetic smile. He doesn’t complain about the late hour. Only invites you in and stalks off so that Calum might take his place.

You come face to face with him; curls mussed from sleep and eyes red rimmed. Your heart lurches at the sight and the distance he doesn’t seem to want to close.

“I think I’ve realized something,” you begin with around a forlorn sigh filled with regret.

“What’s that?” He asks barely above a whisper and you hear the hope that beats through each syllable.

“I’m my best me when I’m with you,” you admit and clap your hands together to get them to stop shaking.

He stays still; stoic and calm and it shoots uncertainty through you.

“I shouldn’t have come—I’m sorry,” you say in a sudden realization. It’s not fair of you to show up in the middle of the night with all of your regrets clouded around you. You start to turn around and rush out the door but his voice stops you.

“Sweetheart don’t leave.”

His term of endearment reserved solely for you beats your heart a little faster, fills it with hope and makes your eyes burn. You look down, willing yourself not to cry, not to shatter when you’re so close to bringing you both back together.

“Not without me,” Calum adds on and pieces together cracking shards of your relationship.

“You’ll come home?” You ask.

He nods.

“You’ll stay?” You ask again and hold your breath.

“I left once already. I’m not doing that again.”

You let out your breath and let go of all your hesitations and close the distance between you. He welcomes you with everything he has. You feel at home in his arms.

“I’ve missed you,” you mumble against his chest and finally slow tears to fall; tears of relief and love.

“I’ll get my stuff tomorrow. Let’s just grab Duke and go home.”

You nod, though you’re pretty sure just being in his embrace again feels more like home than your house ever could.

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“I'm gonna be honest you are so cute. I love how bubbly you are and you seem like an absolute sweetheart <3”

aw thank you !! i love your energy too, it’s like a reassuring friend on facetime with a little bit of spice !

i think i’m going to stick to the follow back first and foremost because it’ll give me a major confidence boost, and i’ll do the revision one as a side quest ! i’ll make a celebrity wear something of a specific color too now that you mention it !! i’m not gonna manifest a celebrity SP because i just don’t find the spotlight attractive, plus like… who would go on a PLANE for HOURS just to drink boba and see a movie for the first date, yk? i mean they could come over to me but this manifestor just likes convenience <3

bff maybe i’m ranting, do you mind if i just talk about random stuff like that sometimes? i love talking about random manifestation stuff because it’s a reliever from all the tutorials and methods but i understand if you’re too busy <333 also ahh i’m so excited for christmas eve i can’t wait to make peppermint brownies with my twin bro and listen to christmas music

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Omg that's sooo cute!

Manifesting a celeb wearing a color is such a good idea! As for the spotlight aspect, remember that we're GOD so we can literally manifest not even dealing with the spotlight after all. I love the law sm it's like this redundant loophole cheat code that makes us literally omnipotent. I'm gonna be honest though I'd be the person in question to ride a plane just for boba (taro specifically) and a movie even if it's just to get dumped (would never happen obv).

omg are you kidding you're welcome to send whatever you like <3 If you wanna do nothing but brag about yourself go right ahead, if you wanna talk about a bag of flour for three paragraphs straight you can. (but don't❤) Peppermint brownies sound soooooo good I'm very much pro chocolate + mint ʚ(╹ڡ╹)ɞ

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star-spangled-steve · 5 years ago

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His New Partner

Chapter 40: The Anger

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Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

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Warnings: Some angry!Steve, a nightmare, mentions of death, mentions of sex, light cussing.

A/N: I’m so, so sorry that it took this long for me to get a new part out. My life has been hectic and I’ve had distractions galore, lol. Though I do want to say thank you for over 1200 followers, and I hope that you guys enjoy this chapter!

Purple.

All that Steve could see, feel, and hear was purple as he landed numerous pounds on his punching bag, imagining that each hit was landing right in Thanos’ big, fat, purple face.

One punch for taking away his son, Anthony James, who had barely even got to begin his life. Another punch, this time for Bucky, the man who was finally free to live as he pleased, just before he had all of his new chances taken away from him so gruesomely. The next punch was in the name of Sam Wilson, one of the most loyal and courageous men that Steve had known.

The list could go on and on, dedicating hits to Thanos from Wanda, Vision, Fury, and many more, but the man’s mind always brought him back to one person. A.J. His sweet little son who deserved so much better than to be dusted away at not even two years old. Even if Steve had barely known the kid, he wanted justice for him. For his grieving wife. And if the only way to feel useful was landing punches on his punching bag, imagining that he was hitting Thanos each and every time, then so be it. At least it helped him get out his rage.

His fists were coming down on the bag so hard, so loud, that he didn’t even notice the presence of his favourite person behind him, not until said individual actually spoke up.

“Honey?”

Ah, the soft and sweet, feminine voice of his wife broke Steve out of his anger-fuelled trance, though he didn’t actually turn towards the girl. Instead he just hung his head with an emotion that could only be described as pain, and stilled the swinging bag in front of him. “What are you doing up, sweetheart?” He questioned, voice short and rough.

“It’s 10:00 AM.” Y/N replied, still standing on the staircase that led down to their basement, the place where Steve had just been brutally hitting his most-used piece of gym equipment.

The man puffed out a breath. “Already?”

“Yeah, ‘already’.” She stated, confused at why he was down here instead of up in their bed. It was Sunday morning and they always slept in together on Sunday mornings. It was like a routine. “How long have you been up for?”

“Since, uh, since around 7:00, I think.”

He still wasn’t facing her and Y/N wondered why he was being so closed-off. Steve sure was acting odd this morning. “You’ve been hitting this punching bag for three hours? Hon-”

“I already know what you’re gonna’ say, N/N.” He cut her off, beginning to pull off his thick boxing gloves. He used to only wear hand wraps but Y/N had insisted he needed more protection, super soldier or not.

“Yeah? And what’s that?” She questioned, now much closer behind him.

“Something along the lines of you being worried about me.” Steve answered. He finally turned around to face her, and Y/N realized that his eyes looked extremely glossy. Had he been crying?

“Stevie,” she softly spoke, stepping closer until she was directly in front of him, “what’s going on?”

The man puffed out a breath, swallowing the lump in his throat. “I-Uh... I had a nightmare.” He looked directly into her E/C eyes and saw nothing but care, allowing him to become more relaxed. He had always found comfort under her gentle gaze.

Y/N gave him a sympathetic little smile, running one of her hands down his arm under she connected it with his own, intertwining their fingers. “Do you wanna’ talk about it?”

Steve, being a generally closed-off person, usually would’ve said no. But deep down he knew that it was better to get his feelings out, and gave her a couple short nods instead.

That was enough of an answer as the girl needed as she led him to their couch, sitting down first and watching as he lowered himself into the seat next to her. His shoulders still looked tense and Y/N frowned, but didn’t pay it too much mind. When really were his shoulders not tense? “So, what was the nightmare about?”

“Uh,” Steve quietly sighed, looking down at the floor, “Thanos.”

His wife instantly became sad upon hearing that name, turning her head away and closing her eyes.

“It was terrible.” The man continued on, his body still and filled with stress. “He… God, I don’t even know if you want to hear this, doll. This is awful.”

“It’s okay.” Y/N spoke, turning towards him and nodding. “You can tell me.” Their hands were still connected and she rubbed the back of his with her thumb, hoping that he would become comfortable enough to share.

“It involves A.J.” Steve informed, really not wanting to trigger her by the disgusting content of his dream.

She gulped, hesitating for a moment, but ultimately knew that she would be strong enough to hear this. Plus she was just curious by now, too. “Go ahead. I’ll be okay.”

“Okay, uh,” he cleared his throat, “I’m not going to go into strong detail, but, uh, I saw A.J. die. Not by the dusting, though. From Thanos’ bare hands. It was awful, baby, just awful. I was back in the fields of Wakanda and, God… I watched Thanos kill him. And A.J. was just screaming and crying, all the while Thanos laughed like the horrible son of a bitch he is. I hated it.” Steve shook his head, the memory of his dream making him extremely appalled.

“Oh, Steve...”

“I woke up and I was just so… mad. Enraged.” The man continued. His fists were gradually clenching up as his chest started to heave. Y/N could tell that he was getting worked up again. “It’s just so hard for me to believe that it’s possible for sometime to think the way he did. To think that it’s right to kill billions of innocent lives. To kill our one-year-old son who did nothing to deserve that.”

“I know, Stevie, I know.” The girl agreed, honestly a little bit wary of her husband’s actions. He was starting to get red.

“The minute I woke up, I knew that I needed to punch something. To treat something the way I wish I could’ve treated Thanos.” Steve raspingly stated, jaw clenched and eyebrows furrowed. The man looked livid, and it was beginning to worry his wife.

“I understand, honey.” She nodded, rubbing up and down his forearm. “Why don’t you calm down a little, though? Or at least try to. Please.”

“I’m sorry, baby, but it’s a little hard for me to calm down when I’m thinking about this. It just enrages me. So damn much. How could he do that to all of those people? I just don’t understa-Woah. What’re you doing?”

Y/N’s only thought in that moment was ‘Desperate times call for desperate measures’ as she climbed into Steve’s lap, straddling his thighs. “Calming you down myself.” She answered, giving him a cheeky smile and placing her hands on his shoulders. “Sorry, love, but you were starting to scare me a little there.” She said with a chuckle. “Your neck veins were popping and everything.”

Steve himself gave her a little laugh, moving both of his hands to her hips. “And your first thought, when I was getting heated, was not to back away, but instead to sit on my lap?”

Y/N shrugged. “I knew you wouldn’t hurt me. Not unless I was asking for it, anyways.” She gave him a flirty wink, hoping to cheer him up with her remarks. It seemed to be working as he began to boom with laughter, eyes closed and head thrown back. “There we go.” The girl smiled at his reaction. “Way to turn that frown upside down.”

Steve shook his head at his adorable wife. “I love you, babydoll. And I’m sorry that I scared you there. I really didn’t mean to.”

She just swiped her hand, deeming it not a serious problem. “I love you too. And don’t be sorry, anger is a natural part of grief. You’re kinda’ hot when you’re mad, anyways.”

The man chuckled once again, pushing her back closer to his chest so that he could hug her. She wrapped her own arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder, happy to be in his warm embrace.

“Though,” Y/N spoke against his skin, “next time instead of the punching bag, you can always just wake me up. I’d be happy to help you... relieve your stress. If you know what I mean.”

Steve grinned at another one of her cheesy jokes, rubbing his hand up and down her back lovingly. “Oh, sweet girl, I always know what you mean.”

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monkeemobile · 7 years ago

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Stay Beside Me

Pairing: Mike x Reader

Rating: PG-13, I suppose

Warnings: Swearing

Disclaimer: This never really happened, and I don’t own Michael Nesmith, and have no affiliation with him. I also own none of the lyrics to ‘Stay Beside Me’. This is all just for fun.

A/N: A HUGE thanks and shoutout to @writing-classic-rock & @heyycarrieanne for reading this over for me. I love you both! <333

These are the types of things that I think of when I want to escape the real world. It takes place around 1963… Hope y’all enjoy!

Dusting your hands off on your worn-out t-shirt, you sigh, plopping down on the slightly dingy couch in the corner of the room, the only sounds in the air those of the record you’ve got spinning. You're finished unpacking for now, you decide. All that's really left to be put away are the things that you’d promised Mike you wouldn’t attempt before he’d left the apartment this morning. “I’ll worry about all that when I get home tonight, darlin’. You just take care of yourself and the little one." With that, he'd planted a quick kiss to your temple, and had hurried out the door, ready to continue his job-hunt.

Looking to the clock on the wall above the small television, which Michael had hung the night before, you notice that your husband is due home any minute.

Your husband… it still feels like a completely bizarre thing to say, but you’re so happy with the way things have ended up; you hope he is, too. He's been gone most of the day, and you're eager to find out how things went for him.

Placing a hand on your stomach, you smile, looking down to the bump there, where your baby is kicking away enthusiastically. You can hardly fathom that in just a few short months, the source of that small bump will be in your arms; a piece of you and Michael; it still hasn’t fully sunk in yet. You can’t wait to be a mom, and you know Mike will be an amazing father as well, even if he doesn't realize it yet.

Caught in your reverie, you jump a bit as the door bursts open, closing just as quickly. Michael hurries through the small apartment, not acknowledging you, and quickly heads down the hallway toward your bedroom. Bad day, you guess.

With a sigh, you move to follow him, hurrying into the room, just as he sits down at the end of the bed, head in his hands. "Hey, honey,” you begin, leaning against the door frame and doing your best to sound as casual as possible. "How was your day?"

"Not great," he replies, offering no other information, and very little room for further questioning. Mike is very skilled when it comes to closing himself off in situations like this, and it seems that tonight there will be no exception; it's something that is both frustrating and fascinating to you, as you tend to act in quite the opposite way when it comes to talking about your feelings; you’re much more open than he is.

"Do you um... You wanna talk about it?" you ask, knowing his answer before the question has even entirely left your mouth.

"No,” he says simply, continuing to stare at a small dent in the wall beside the dresser, seemingly paying you very little mind. You know better, though; it won't be long until he cracks; something he needs to do, rather than hold all his emotions in.

"Alright, well…” you begin, stepping further into the room. “What’d you want for supper? We don't have much besides cereal, but we could-"

"Why am I such a fuckin’ failure?" the Texan exclaims suddenly, startling you. He looks in your direction, eyes wide and shifting quickly between your own, and you're left unable to speak. You move to sit beside Mike, eyes not leaving his, regarding him carefully; as you get closer, you can hear his heat beating, faster than normal in his anger. No… anger isn’t the right word, you decide. Defeat is more accurate. He’s been coming home this way a lot lately, but you’ve never seen him this upset.

After a few moments of silence, you notice his breathing begin to slow to a more normal rate, so decide to speak. "What d’you mean 'failure’, Michael?" you ask quietly, genuine concern spiking your words.

It takes him a moment, but he sighs, looking down at his hands. "I mean... why am I here? I got a kid on the way, and a wife who deserves so much better... We're all gonna be livin’ in this run down, shitty apartment, and I ain't got a job, because no one'll fuckin' hire me. We’ve been here two weeks, Y/N, and I’ve been out lookin’ for work almost every single day. I’m just… tired of this bullshit…” You’re doing your best to understand... Mike had been excited for your move to California, but you know that the stress of trying to get settled and find a way to make money, especially with the baby on the way, has been a huge weight on his shoulders, and because of all that, his excitement has dissipated.

"What'd that club manager say to you today?” you ask, a distinct note of curiosity in your voice, though you imagine, given his actions, you know the answer to your question... You know it's difficult for him to talk about these things, but you also know it's important for him to get his feelings out into the open.

"Same as they've all been sayin’" Mike answers quietly, beginning to sound vulnerable. As you’d suspected he would... "You got lotsa talent, kid," he begins, taking on a deeper, gruffer voice to do, what you're assuming is, an impression of the club manager. “You just ain’t quite right for this establishment. " With a small sigh, he looks down at his hands, brow furrowed in frustration. "I just.... I really don't know how much more rejection I can take. I should just give up and look for a job bussin' tables. I ain't ever gonna make it as a musician. Movin’ us out here really was a terrible idea." There’s so much defeat in his voice… and it breaks your heart.

"Michael," you whisper, placing your hands on his cheeks, willing him to look at you; he does, after a moment, though he seems somewhat reluctant about it. With a sad, gentle smile, you move your thumbs to rub against his skin, doing what you can to get him to relax. As you look deeply into your husband's eyes, the place he holds most of his emotions, you see that he's really hurting; you see so much desperation and fear there, and your heart aches for him.

"Look, I know you're gonna think I'm only sayin’ this 'cause I'm your wife, but I promise you I'm not. If you were just some random person in the park or the grocery store, I know I'd tell you the same thing... Michael, you are a fantastic musician and writer. You have vision and passion and talent unlike anyone I’ve ever known, and there’s no doubt in my mind that someday very soon, someone will see that and want to be a part of it."

Throughout the entirety of your speech, your eyes never leave Mike's, and his seem to be searching yours for any sign of deceit; he seems to find none, but you can tell he’s still wary. "…You really think?" he asks, a hint of skepticism in his voice.

"I don't think, I know,” you answer, without any trace of doubt. “You’re one-of-a-kind, and people are gonna see that and love you for it.” Your voice and words, so full of honesty, can’t keep a small smile from gracing Michael’s face.

"Thank you, Y/N,” he says in a small voice, vulnerability still shining through.

With a grin, you lean in, pressing your forehead to his, and a peck to his lips. "You're welcome, honey," you reply. "I'm here for you... Always… I love you. And I know you won’t believe me, but you really are gonna be a wonderful dad.”

“I love you, too, sweetheart. Thank you… And I love you.” He pulls you closer, placing a loving, gentle hand on your bump, and you giggle happily, wrapping your arms around his neck. Caught up in your joy and hope, you hardly notice when the song from the album you've got playing changes, but when you do, you can't help but smile; perfect timing, you think.

The voice of Ritchie Valens fills your ears as the notes of 'Stay Beside Me’ fill the air; it's yours and Michael's song. It'd played in his mother's car the first time the two of you'd kissed. It'd been raining outside, and he'd been so sweet, and being in his arms right now takes you back to that moment... You are absolutely overcome with love for the man in front of you—the man he’s become.

“Dance with me?" you ask quietly, wrapping your arms around his neck. With a short chuckle, he grins back, gazing at you with nothing but adoration in his deep brown eyes.

"How could I say no to that?" he replies in a whisper. You grin as the two of you stand and begin moving slowly to the music.

"So’re you checkin’ anywhere else tomorrow?" you ask quietly, hoping your question won't ruin the peaceful mood. After a couple of moments, much to your relief, Mike answers, his voice soft.

"Um...yeah, there’s another club I heard about, The Troubadour… Say they’re lookin’ for a new emcee.”

"That's great! "you exclaim, encouragement clear in your voice. "You'd be wonderful at something like that. You really would.”

Placing a grateful kiss on your forehead, he smiles down at you. "Thank you darlin’,” he whispers, and pulls you closer. You bury your face into the side of his neck, knowing that no matter what happens, you've both got each other to count on.

And you wouldn’t want it any other way.

"Stay beside me, close beside me

You must know it’s you I adore

You were meant me, you will always be

My true love forever more”

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themutantunderground · 7 years ago

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Let Your Heart Be Light Ch. 2

@thoughtsfromaclutteredbrain, thank you for the pic collage!!! <333

John is home on leave from the Marines and Clarice is home on winter break from grad school. While they used to date in high school, Clarice and John haven't been together in a long time... But it's Christmas time, and it seems like everything and everyone in their small, holiday-obsessed hometown is trying to get them back together. Modern Thunderblink AU!

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It had been a few years since Clarice had spent Christmas at home. Or, well, what she thought of as her home. Home was where her foster family lived, where she had gone to middle school and high school, where she had felt like she belonged.

It was a tiny town, one of those places where people were all nosey about each other. It was a sweet, crazy little place well-known for its dedication to holiday celebrations. It went all out during December, to the point where it had been featured in a few magazines as the most Christmas-y town in the state.

While it had all seemed a bit much back when she was in high school, she had started to miss it after spending these past years away. She hadn't seen her old friends in ages, and she had even missed Lorna and Marcos' wedding last year, which was an admitted fail on her part. She hadn't been able to get away from her job, which had sent her overseas to cover a specific event in Japan. They had both been really chill about it, but Clarice still felt bad for missing out.

She had decided that no matter what, she would make it home that year, especially after her little foster sister Norah had sent her about a dozen emails begging her to come home. Mama D and Karl, her foster parents, had also asked her to come home, and even Remy had said he would visit if she actually made the effort to get back to Westchester.

Clarice was on the escalator to the baggage claim area when she saw a "Welcome Home, Clarice!" sign waving wildly in the air. It was covered in purple letters, shiny stickers, and silver glitter and beneath it, Norah was beaming. Mama D was standing beside her, and she started waving when she saw Clarice.

Grinning, Clarice hurried down the escalator, skirting around a few other people and darting over to her family. Norah rushed to meet her, and the two of them collided, Clarice dropping the handle of her rolling carry-on and sweeping her sister into a hug.

"Stop growing!" Clarice said when they broke apart, and she realized that Norah had grown a few inches since she had last seen her. "You're going to be taller than me."

"You think so?" Norah said, smiling. She hugged Clarice again. "I missed you!"

"I missed you, too, shrimp," she said, hugging her back.. Norah was growing up way too fast, it was hard to believe she was already nine.

"Your hair looks awesome," Norah said, "The purple looks so good!"

"I like your blue streak," Clarice said, smiling as she tugged one of Norah's braids, the one with the streak in it. "Very nice."

"Clarice," Mama D said, grabbing Clarice's arm and pulling her in for a hug. With rich light brown skin, dark hair streaked with bright grey, and dark brown eyes, Mama D looked almost exactly the same, except maybe she had a little more silver in her hair. She smelled like cinnamon and peppermint, and Clarice knew there would be cookies waiting for her back at the house. "I can't believe you're actually here! I thought for sure you would be jetsetting off for Germany or something."

"Nope, definitely staying here for Christmas," Clarice said with a smile.

"We got the lights up already," Norah said, "We even put Cupid up in the yard."

Clarice laughed. "That thing hasn't dry-rotted yet?"

"No, but he still has that hole where Marcos shot him with an arrow," Norah said, "I put some ducktape on him this year."

For a moment, Clarice's memory darted back in time to that year in middle school when Marcos had thought he was going to take up archery so he had gotten a bow and arrows for Christmas. They had been out front in her yard when he had started talking about target practice, and before she knew it, there was an arrow sticking out of Mama D and Karl's large plastic reindeer. She had tackled him but the damage was done. Marcos had offered to pay for it, but Mama D had laughed and nicknamed it Cupid, seeing how that was a fitting name.

"Karl wanted to come, but he couldn't get off work," Mama D said as they all walked over to the luggage carousel. He worked at the sock factory in the next town over, the one where a lot of people from Westchester worked, and getting time off was hard. "He's going to try to come home early."

"He doesn't have to do that," Clarice said, not wanting them to fuss over her or put themselves out on her behalf. She didn't want to be a bother.

"What part of he wants to didn't you understand, sweetheart?" Mama D teased. She reached over and tucked a lock of Clarice's hair behind her ear. "It's good to have you home."

"It's going to be fantastic," Norah said, turning toward Clarice, a gentle smile on her face. "We can watch a ton of movies and bake more cookies and it's supposed to snow this weekend, and then there's the play and the parade and the dance and the bake-off and—"

"Whoa, whoa," Clarice said, holding up her hands as if she could fend off the onslaught of holiday traditions. "Let's start small. Did you all decorate the Christmas tree yet?"

"We haven't gotten it yet," Norah said, shaking her head, "But they're doing the whole cut your own tree thing at Wilson's Farm, so we could do that."

"We'll definitely do that," Clarice said, nodding. She could borrow Karl's truck or something, maybe they could go tomorrow. "And what was that about the play?"

"I'm going to be in the Christmas play this year, if we get to do one," Norah said, biting her lower lip, "We're still looking for actors…"

"And you can ask Clarice about that later," Mama D said gently, "We don't want to overwhelm her."

Oh, she was already pretty overwhelmed. She had sort of forgotten exactly how many traditions and holiday events Westchester had, but she would readjust soon. Hopefully she would get to spend some time with just her family and friends, though.

After retrieving her suitcase, they headed out to the car and took off for home. It was about an hour's drive back to Westchester from the airport, and they split it between catching up and singing along to some Christmas songs on the radio.

"Can I go with you next time?" Norah said. She was looking through the pictures of rural Italy on Clarice's phone. "It's so pretty."

"Maybe this summer you can come with me somewhere," Clarice said, "I think I might be going to Spain."

"Can I go, Mama D?"

"We'll see," Mama D said, "You'll need to work on your Spanish."

"You can help me! I'll learn…"

"Let's get through December first, all right? How long do you get to stay again, Clarice?"

"At least through New Years," Clarice said, "But I might get a few extra days."

"I hope you get an extra week," Norah said.

Mama D turned onto the street that their house was on, and Clarice had to smother a laugh. The houses were all already covered in decorations, some tasteful, some leaning to the overexuberant side. There was an inflatable snowglobe in one yard, a massive lifesize sleigh in another. Christmas in Westchester was no joking matter.

Clarice was looking out the window on the passenger's side when Mama D suddenly slammed on brakes, jerking the seatbelt tight across Clarice's chest. In the backseat, Norah let out a yelp and grabbed for the back of Clarice's seat.

"What, what is it?" Clarice demanded, half-certain they had just run over someone's dog, because what other reason would Mama D have for hitting the brakes like that?

"That is John Proudstar," Mama D said, "I had no idea he was coming home, Evelyn didn't tell me!"

Clarice froze as Norah pressed her nose to the window. She peeked past Mama D, and sure enough, there was John out in the front yard of his aunt's house, putting up lights in one of the trees with his younger brother James. Evelyn's little girl Riley was up in the tree, stringing the lights while John obviously kept an eye on her. Clarice stared. John's hair was longer than she had last seen it, shaggy but not as long as he had worn it in high school. He was wearing a coat and blue jeans, and she would bet her camera that had had on an old band t-shirt.

It had been a few years since she had seen John or really talked to him. It wasn't like that had ended terribly but…it hadn't been great. She had ended it before the distance could. It had always seemed like the right move, but sometimes it felt like there could have been another way. But she wasn't expecting her heart to speed up the way it did when she saw him again, sitting in that tree like they used to back when they were just kids.

"Riley!" Norah called, and Clarice realized that her little sister had rolled down her window.

"Norah, no," Clarice hissed. Oh come on, she needed more time, she couldn't talk to John right now.

"Hi, Norah!" Riley waved from the tree, leaning against one of the branches and grabbing John's shirt to steady herself. "John's home!"

"Because she couldn't see for herself," James said, which got him a tiny twig dropped on his head by Riley.

"Hi, Norah, Ms. D," John said, "Nice to see you."

"You too, John," Mama D said, her own window rolled down. She glanced over at Clarice, who shook her head rapidly. Really, truly, she needed a minute before saying hey to John. Or an hour. Or maybe the rest of the day.

"Are you going to be at play practice tonight?" Riley asked Norah, taking a step out on the branch. John made a face and grabbed her arm.

"Yep," Norah answered, "I'll see you there!"

"John, are you going to play practice?" Mama D asked, mischief in her voice.

"Riley's been pestering us to go, so probably," John said, "Do you want me and James to take Norah, too?"

"That's so nice, could you?" Mama D asked even as Clarice mouthed 'no' at her repeatedly. John…at the house…tonight? "She might have a friend tag along, if that's all right?"

"I think that'll be fine," John said, "We'll come by around five?"

"We'll see you then."

After they drove off, Clarice peeled herself away from her window. "You didn't say John was home!"

"I didn't know," Mama D said, "Truthfully. But it is nice…you should fix your hair before he comes over."

"Mama D!"

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tyranttortoise · 7 years ago

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Hey I know your probably super busy but I just wanted to ask if you could make a super short story on tumblr of you meeting stretch cause i really ship you guys i was just wondering what would happen if you ended up meeting each other. Your amazing Senpai!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just wanted to tell you that.

*A chance to self-insert myself with Stretch and incorporate my x-ray headcanons that no one asked for in one go? You know I’m all over this! Also, thank you, my sweet anon-kohai!

*Oh man, lemme lay some first person on you guys. I’ve been writing in second for so long that this felt all kinds of wrong.

As I walked through the ER, I glanced down at the order in my hand, wondering what I was about to walk into. The registration was woefully incomplete, with only a placeholder “John Doe” name and a generic birthday, so I wasn’t sure what sort of patient to expect. Usually, those sorts of placeholders were used if the patient was incapacitated or in some sort of traumatic accident–yet the doctor had only ordered an x-ray of the forearm, instead of the usual chest and pelvis films.

It was probably a drunk without an ID that slipped and fell. Wouldn’t that just be my luck?

Either way, from the cast cart situated outside the room, it seemed like they had already fixed the fracture without getting x-rays beforehand. That’s weird, but I shrugged it off. They probably had films done at another hospital.

I knocked on the door to announce my presence, and then swung it open, my usual speech already on my tongue.

“Hey there, I’m Ty–”

The sight inside the room caused me to trail off, my professionalism wavering. There were two people inside, one seated on the edge of the stretcher with his sleeve rolled up and a bright blue cast on his arm–obviously my patient–and another clinging to the man’s opposite arm and wailing.

“I’M S-SO SORRY! IT’S ALL MY F-FAULT! WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO TO PAPY NOW?!” the crying man asked, his grip tightening protectively on my patient’s–Papy’s?–arm.

I was so thrown off that I completely blanked for a moment.

These two men were skeleton monsters.

Monsters had separate hospitals–healers, magic, and all of that fun stuff–so, any that were mistakenly brought to ours were immediately transferred out. We simply didn’t have the means to treat them. I’ve never had one as a patient, and they haven’t exactly been welcomed with open arms into my city, either. I’ve seen a few here and there, but never…

Never skeletons.

“Sorry,” I blurted, brushing the hair back from my face in a nervous gesture. I dropped my gaze to the order clasped in my hand, as if I could glean some sort of new insight, but really–I just wanted to try not to stare.

And boy was that difficult.

“I’m from X-ray. I’m just going to get a couple of pictures of that arm,” I explained, while the distraught man sniffled.

“PICTURES?” His brow furrowed. "WHAT’S X-RAY?“

"Pictures of, ah… bones,” I replied, noticing the way my patient’s grin suddenly widened. From the look on his face, I could tell he was amused.

“considering i’m a skeleton, i’d say i’m pretty photogenic,” he claimed, which made me relax. Oh geez, at least we’re addressing the elephant in the room.

“They just want to make sure the bones look all right inside the cast,” I mentioned with a smile, since the other man still looks so baffled. I could only assume that’s why they would order the x-ray of a skeleton monster.

“IT’S NOT GOING TO HURT??”

“Nope, won’t feel a thing.” I turned my attention back to my patient and opened the door wider. "We’ll just go down the hall, Mister… Papy?“

"papyrus,” my patient corrected, standing from the bed. He chuckled and shrugged slightly. "you can call me stretch, hun.“

There’s something about his lazy smirk that made me blush, and oh man, he’s a skeleton, and I needed to get it together.

"I’M COMING, TOO!” the other skeleton insisted, standing as well, but Papyrus stopped him with a gentle hand to his chest.

“nah, bro, you can stay here. it’ll only take a minute.”

“BUT–!”

“just relax and watch some tv, ok?”

He looked as if he wanted to protest further, but as soon as his eye(lights?) shifted to the cast on Papyrus’s arm, he deflated and nodded.

“hey.” Papyrus set his good hand on the other’s shoulder, his expression gentle. "i’m ok.“

"ALL RIGHT. I’LL SEE IF I CAN HURRY UP YOUR RELEASE FROM THE HOSPITAL WHILE YOU GO TAKE PICTURES TOGETHER!”

I didn’t correct him, instead marveling over the gentleness Papyrus showed him. The other skeleton still seemed distraught, his cheeks a strange shade of blue–just like the tears prickling the corner of his eyesockets–but he managed to smile brightly.

When we stepped into the hall, Papyrus closed the door behind us.

“sorry ‘bout that. that’s my bro, sans. he’s never seen me hurt before.”

I lead the way, though couldn’t help trying to sneak glances of Papyrus’s bones. Most of them seemed to be covered by his oversized orange hoodie, but he was wearing shorts, and from what I could glimpse of his knee and tib/fib, the anatomy looked strikingly similar to a human.

“It’s no problem. It’s sweet of him to worry about you. What happened to your arm?”

“i’d rather not cast blame.” He winked, lifting his cast slightly, and I realized he just made a pun. Gentle, charming, and funny? He’s hit all my weak spots. "it’s nothing i’m too broken up about.“

I grinned like an idiot. I even slowed my pace from what my friends call my 'hospital speed’ to meander beside him. He’s easy-going, in no hurry, and even with his slouched posture, he’s much taller than I am.

"You’ve never broken a bone before?”

He shook his head. "first time for everything. have you? i heard human bones can break pretty easily.“

"No broken bones here. Are monster bones stronger than human ones?”

He shrugged. "dunno. a lot of monsters don’t have bones, but probably. never seen a monster break anything.“

"Really?” I couldn’t keep the surprise from my voice–and slight disappointment. X-raying monsters and seeing how different their anatomy is would be so interesting! I opened up the door to the x-ray room, twisting to face him while he follows me inside.

He grinned wider. "yep. hate to break it to ya, hun, but this may be your only chance to x-ray a monster.“

"Well, I do have to admit, out of all the monsters out there, the fact that I’m x-raying you is kind of hilarious.”

“almost as if you already have x-ray vision, huh?”

“Pretty much, yeah. Have a seat here… Stretch.” He’s charming enough that I tried out the nickname he gave me, only for Papyrus to hold my gaze the entire time he moves to sit down. There’s something about his grin that made me feel a little nervous, and I hoped my face didn’t look as red as I thought it did. It certainly was hot all of a sudden.

On the end of the table, there was a digital detector already set up, the x-ray tube positioned over it. Papyrus rolled up the sleeve of his uninjured arm, exposing the bones of his radius and ulna–and I couldn’t help but stare. The anatomy looked just like a human arm, although his carpal bones were more solidified.

He had me a little confused, so I pulled the order sheet out of my pocket to check which arm was ordered–but he only looked amused. "so, is it broken?“ He held up his uninjured arm, quirking a bony brow. How was he even able to move his brow ridge, anyway? His skull doesn’t even have any sutures along the top; it’s all just smooth bone.

Oh god, I’m staring again.

"Legally, I can’t tell you. I just take x-rays; I don’t read 'em.” I shrug, reaching over him to grab onto his casted arm and slide it into the center of the detector.

He chuckled. "honey, it isn’t an x-ray. it’s my arm.“

I definitely started blushing now. Shit, from the way his lazy grin curved up around the edges, his eyelights twinkling with mirth, it must be one of those obvious, fierce blushes.

Can skeletons blush?

Now isn’t the time to find out, c'mon.

"Also not a doctor,” I insisted, trying to concentrate, but… dammit, it was hard when he kept looking at me with that grin. His voice was low and smooth, and I found myself wanting to hear more puns.

I positioned his casted arm and then fixed the collimator light on the tube to encompass all of his forearm. He watched intently, flexing his phalanges outside the cast. I don’t even really need to touch his hand to get him in the right position, but… I’m curious. So, I reached out and touched his fingers under the guise of straightening his arm. His bones were smooth and warm.

“ever touched bones before?” he inquired, and I felt as if he were trying to fluster me–to call me out for my curiosity. Instead, I just smiled and met his gaze with a shrug.

“A couple of times, actually.”

His smirk faded, and he gave me an incredulous look. "seriously?“

"You’d be surprised.” With him flustering me, I start to walk back to the console behind the wall to shoot the x-ray, but then I notice the lead shield is still on the table. "Whoops. Hang on, lemme lay this in your lap.“

He leans back a little, keeping his arm in place as I lay the heavy lead across his pelvis. "what’s this for?”

“Protection. It keeps the x-rays off you.” I gave him the vague speech I give the curious kids without a second thought. However, Papyrus doesn’t buy it.

“why’s it only across my legs then?”

Eh, he’s an adult; I can go into more detail. "It protects your reprodu–… ah…“ I trailed off awkwardly when I realize again that he’s a skeleton.

Does he even have…?

Papyrus’s grin turned absolutely shit-eating. "my…?”

So much blood rushed to my face at once that I felt light-headed and absolutely mortified. Why did I have to be so awkward? "Your reproductive organs,“ I stated, trying to regain any sort of professionalism despite the fact that I’m burning right now. "The radiation we use is minimal, but it’s still for the best to always be protected.”

I can’t meet his gaze anymore.

“yep, guess there are some bones that need protection.”

Does that mean he does have..?

Hoo boy. I nodded, humming my assent as I turned around and went to the console. By now, a few other techs have started peeking around and making loud, surprised noises over the fact that my patient’s a skeleton. I swung an arm back at them in an effort to make them shut up, and when I glanced through the window to the exam room, Papyrus is waving at them with his good arm.

“Don’t move, all right?”

“sorry. that spiel about protection was just so moving i couldn’t help it.”

Someone help me; I can’t stop laughing.

I took the x-ray and waited for the image to pop up on the screen. I’ve gotta admit, I was curious to see how badly he broke his arm, as well as how the ortho doc fixed it. Would the bones really stay together inside the cast, or did they plate it with some wire and then cast it so the bones wouldn’t shift? Will his bones heal at the same rate as a humans, or does magic speed up the process?

The image that pops up on the screen was unreadable.

It was bright white and blurry, as if his arm had been moving, with faint grays where the cast outlined his arm. I stared at it for a moment, while my other coworkers moved to try to peek around my shoulder.

“how’s it look? break it to me gently.”

“Uhhh…” If it’s white, that means the x-rays didn’t go through it, and I didn’t see him move his arm. "Lemme try the next view.“ I walked around the wall and hold my arm out straight to simulate the positioning. "Gimme a karate chop.”

Papyrus complied, though he seemed skeptical. "did the first picture take?“

"You might not be as photogenic as you thought,” I responded with a shrug, which brought his grin back. I reached out and grabbed his hand, rolling his thumb back slightly in an effort to get his bones directly on top of one another. As soon as I let go, Papyrus rolled his hand back in.

I grabbed his hand and rolled it back again. "Keep it like this,“ I instructed, and his fingers lightly curled around my thumb.

"if you say so, hun,” he replied in that smooth, low voice, and I reluctantly pulled my hand away. That look clearly stated that I’m blushing again, that he was aware of what he was doing.

I headed back to the console and took the second x-ray, bumping up the settings in an effort to penetrate his bone. Just like the first, it turned out bright white and blurry. "It can’t be a mechanical issue because my marker showed up…“ I murmured both to myself and my nosy coworkers, pointing at the R beside his cast, denoting which arm it is. Papyrus seemed concerned by the way I was staring at his films, so he scoots the chair back and stands, setting the lead shield on the edge of the table.

"is it ok if i come back there?” I nodded, and Papyrus turned the corner to look at the x-rays. He stared at them for a moment, before shrugging, seemingly unperturbed. "welp i ulna see a white blob.“

"Looks like your bone is different than a human’s,” I responded, feeling a little disappointed. Maybe it has to do with his magic? Magic might not be able to be penetrated by radiation. Or maybe his bones are just comprised of something radiopaque–it could be a number of things.

“ah well, it’ll be ok. monsters heal fast. i just came because my bro insisted, anyway,” Papyrus remarked with a shrug. He’s definitely one of the most chill people I’ve ever met, I’ll give him that.

“Well, that’s all I can do. Lemme walk ya back to your room.”

I lead him back into the hall, and even though the x-rays didn’t work out… I felt reluctant to take him back. Maybe it was because he was the first monster I’ve actually spoken to for this long, and that’s interesting. Or maybe it’s because his bones are fascinating.

Or maybe it’s because he’s funny and seems kind toward his brother, and my stomach actually twisted when he looked me in the eye and grinned.

“so… what time do you get off work?”

I faltered in my steps and nearly tripped. Is he asking what I think he’s asking?

Unfortunately, I work late.

“Midnight,” I replied with a wry smile.

Papyrus hummed, slowing his steps. "do you like pancakes or donuts?“

"Love 'em both.” My heart’s racing.

“welp, i know a place that stays open 24/7. muffet’s.” Papyrus reached into his hoodie’s pocket and handed me a wrinkled card.

stretch sentry odd jobs

A phone number was listed below. ��

“text me if ya wanna grab a bite to eat. trust me, you donut want to miss the food.” He winked, and I found myself thinking that I really didn’t want to miss out on the company, either.

“I might take you up on that. For the food, of course.”

“hmm… i think i might be able to take x-rays now.”

“Why do you say that?”

Papyrus grinned, leaning in close to me as we approached his room. With his mouth directly beside my ear, he murmured, “because i can see through you.”

#undertale imagine #self-insert #underswap papyrus #oh shit look at that first person perspective #and look at all of this unnecessary x-ray information #i have to admit that i've thought about what it would be like to xray a skeleton monster #so this is something i've had on my mind before #this was supposed to be short #but it practically turned into a one-shot #oh well

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❤ T H A N K Y O U !!

so, yesterday i reblogged this meme and posted this heart for it. i expected comments from maybe about 10 of you guys. i got wonderful words from 20+ of you. it honestly made me OVERWHELMINGLY HAPPY and continues to do so when i look at all the things you all said. i originally planned to go through and comment nice things on all your heart posts if you were doing the meme, too, but nah. i’m responding to each of you in one big post. it meant a lot especially because of how i’ve been in such an annoying rut like the past month, but i think i’m going to be able to come out of it once guzma feels like he can get out of bed. these kind words all definitely helped. long post below the cut!

@tender--age--in--plume:

Kisses his nose. "Love ya, G."

( kaycie is one of the sweetest and most tender people i know and i am so glad i get to be her friend and talk to her all the tiiime~~~~ )

Kisses her nose in return, then goes for a quick peck of the lips to one-up her. “Love ya, too, P.”

RIGHT BACK ATCHA FRIEND i love talking all the time too and i love our headcanoning and i love our rps especially our private ones i wish we could keep up ones like those on tumblr LOL but heck yes A+ plumes

@resfebxr:

/I love how you portray your Guzma! I'm very excited to roleplay with you one day if you're ever up for it!

THANK YOU!!! i am up for it yo! gimme an IM!

@ask-yomonsterboy:

Snake drops a chocolate bar on Guzma

That is a sign of respect from the snake. And the Snake mun Loves Kaycie too, she gets a Chocolate bar too.

Cranium immediately wolfs down the chocolate bar. “Thanks, fam.”

i too share wolf down this chocolate bar. thank you friend <3 you’re amazing

@r4gn0r0k:

we don't talk or anything, but I adore checking out your rps from time to time, your Guzma is so well done it blows me away

blows you away???? aHHH i am keeping this compliment in my heart forever thank you so mucH

@thebrokenbeasts:

*KICKS DOWN DOOR* I know I usually don't approach because nerves, but there is SO MUCH I could say about how lovely you and Guz are~ Never feel unloved fam!

lmao well actually you approach more often than most to tell me wonderful nice things!! i could say SO MUCH about you and jelly too. you are such a real sweetheart and then jelly is such a cool, interesting, and creative OC omg i can’t wait until my dumb ass can continue our rp IT GONNA BE INTENSE

@birthchrist:

ONE OF MY BESTEST FRIENDS!!!! I LOVE KAYCIE SM you are so fucking smart and sweet and it feels like I have known you FOREVER (which might as well be true in internet years) and seeing you on my dash makes me so happy

literally same like i feel like i would just be repeating what you just said, and what i said on your heart meme, and what we’ve both said 5000 times before if i said how i felt about you here LOL but all in all YOU’RE ONE OF MY FAVORITE PEOPLE I LIKE THAT WE DON’T HAVE TO TALK EVERY DAY TO STILL FEEL LIKE BEST FRIENDS. I FEEL LIKE THAT’S AN INDICATOR OF REAL BEST FRIENDSHIP.

@moonkxssed:

//I know we haven't interacted but I just LOVE seeing you on my dash. Your Guzma is so developed and I can see you put so much effort in your headcanons ^v^ I'd love to interact one day!!

ahhh!! if that’s what you think we really need to interact sometime friend!! come into my IMs whenever you wanna, if you wanna plot something, or you could just make a random starter. i’m so down for rps with moons bc i’ve hardly had ANY and yours is choice

@igxttabakeanothaxne:

I KNOW WE HAVEN'T TALKED MUCH BUT YOU ARE SUPER RAD AND I LOVE YOUR GUZMA WE GOTTA TALK MORE

YES WE DO GOTTA TALK MORE AND THE BOSS MAN NEEDS MORE INTERACTION WITH THIS GRUNT. COME AT ME BRO OK

@ardent-lux:

(We haven't interacted much, but I enjoy seeing you on the dash after all this time. I freaking adore your portrayal of ya boi and you seem like a cool person. Don't feel disheartened about your blog, because you do a hella good job with it.)

one of my earlier rps on this blog was with your muse and that feels really frickin special to me yo! especially because you’re still around of course. thank you so much pal. we can always interact again!

@denkinokikai:

even though soph tends to be a little :||| when it comes to guzma, i personally really enjoy your portrayal a lot and i'd totally be up for having our muses interact more if you're cool with that!

i love that soph is :||| when it comes to guzma it’s WONDERFUL and totally ic tbh haha, i would not have expected him to ever like him! initially, at least. i’m sorry that guzma’s an ass to him before post-game.... seriously guzma wtf chill this is a child. I, HOWEVER, LOVE YOUR SOPHY AND I AM TOTALLY DOWN FOR US INTERACTING MORE!! i love the little things we’ve done so far <3

@tabithq:

Your Guzma is just so great, I love reading your threads!

that makes me so happy!! i of course love your tabitha, too. so many times i have caught your interactions and dash commentary on my dash and just smiled because i really love how you’ve brought the character to life.

@alolatahilillie:

((I love your characterization and your writing is really, really good as well!))

SAME GOES FOR YOU PAL!!!!!!!!!! i love your muses, your portrayal of them and your headcanons and just.. everything. we definitely NEED to have more interactions!

@curiousobjecthead:

[ i really admire you and would love to get you know better. also your guzma is super dupper good yo. also since it's not a good day, please take care!! ]

FRICK this is so nice. i would love to get to know you better too! i remember way back when we would talk on skype pretty regularly. let’s start that up again on discord if ya want! thank you so much yo

@hughhyuuhue:

{ WHAT AN AMAZING GUZMA? ? ? AND AN AMAZING PERSON?! I MISS TALKING TO YOU ALL THE DARN TIME LMFAO. FUCKIN' KEEP ROCKIN' THIS MUSE! }

THANK YOU THANK YOU x100000 I LOVE YOUR PLUMES AND SO DOES GUZMA OF COURSE AND I AM EXCITED TO SEE WHAT YOU DO WITH YOUR HUGH

@specialagent-foxymulder:

I don't think you follow any of my RP blogs but I seriously admire your characterization and writing from afar ♡

ahhh this means a lot <3 thank you!! sadly if i’m unfamiliar with a fandom i won’t follow a blog, totally nothing personal, you seem wonderful! x-files is on my list to watch more of though so maybe sometime soon!!

@sterlingsilverchampion:

SHOVES A LOT OF DURANT AND ARMALDO AT THIS BUG BOY because he's absolutely fantastic!!!

MANIACAL LAUGHTER COMING FROM GUZMA AT THE SUDDEN ONSLAUGHT OF STEEL/BUG POKEMON!!! thank you thank you thank you i always love seeing your steven on my dash and when we talk it’s always a fun convo and ALSO i have to admit i wrote a reply to that starter you made 1000 years ago and i haven’t posted it bc i am.... IDK I’M DUMB. I’M AFRAID IT’S DUMB. I’LL EDIT IT AND POST IT SOON I SWEAR LOL....

@poisontrainercharlotte:

You're one of the best guzma blogs and straight up one of the best skull blogs on Tumblr I love how much character and soul you give him it's great

hhhhHHH thank you so much, you are always so sweet and i love seeing charlotte on my dash. the times we interacted were fun, too. maybe we can do it again soon! guzma can never say no to baked goods

@sunlcved:

[ooc; alright REAL TALK i used to follow you in the ow fandom and tagged along into the pokemon fandom w/ you BECAUSE FUCK YOUR GUZMA IS BOSS AF. i always love reading your threads because i personally just love seeing him on my dash!! keep up the good work!!! ♥]

AHH WTF I WAS UNAWARE OF THIS UNTIL NOW. that you came over here bc of me i mean. wtf!! that makes me feel so special lol WHY HAVE WE BARELY INTERACTED?! i mean i know the other night we planned to interact soon and i told you to take your time so STILL TAKE YOUR TIME but dang i am excited!! you have a choice nanu :^)))

@deriision:

I loved Guzma before, and I love him more because of your portrayal. You give him so much life, and more than what some of the fandom thinks of him. Guzma is a fave boi for sure, because wowie you made him one of the greats.

every time someone tells me i made them love guzma more or even like him at all, it makes my heart soar!!! thank you!! i work so hard to give him life and make him more than what a lot of the fandom thinks of him as and i am so happy you can notice it <333 your oc, while we’re at it, is hecking cool af ???? and i love your art like.... hnng

@pkmncontestsorbust:

[[ I know we don't interact but you!! Are such a great writer!! And your Guzma is A++!! Also eff u u and tender made me ship guzmeria!! Fuck!! ]]

we should definitely CHANGE THAT and interact sometime yo!! thank you!! tbh i like to peek at your rps with tender sometimes. GUZMERIA CLAIMS ANOTHER <3 (lol tender it doesn’t let me re-tag you so i hope you see this)

@pxgtails:

a lot of times i'll think about guzma and then a while later i'll be like 'oh wait that wasn't canon was it that was a kaycie headcanon' and it sounds weird but basically what i'm going for is your guzma IS guzma as far as i'm concerned lfhdkhfslfsdklj i love your characterization i greatly admire the events you run and all around just!!! keep it up!!!!! fingerguns

I KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN i have that happen all the time with other muses and my own as well lol... aND IT MEANS SO MUCH THAT YOU’VE TOLD ME THAT! like holy fuck!! it really makes me feel like i’ve done my job as a writer for this boi. i’ve told you before i love how much work you put into kris, too. you are like one of the most memorable blogs in this fandom to me because you were around way back when i started my morty blog. also, fun fact, you are actually my very first follower on this blog lol! i took note of that just a couple days ago. thank you for being overall great :^)

@askteamstonehearts:

{aghostlyrose} we've only done a few short threads but you've always been so kind to me! Most people who play canon characters aren't very tolerant of OCs but you made me feel really welcome in the trainer fandom 💜]

AWH SHUCKS!!! i hope to see aghostlyrose make a comeback soon! if you do then of course i would love to start another thread~~ you rock, yo. i mean, interactions with you are like one of the earliest i can remember having on this blog. you got a real special spot in my heart <3

@whxt-trial:

((We don't talk or interact much but your Guzma is amazing and perfect and you are a total sweetheart. Plus you contribute so much to the community with all of your events. Top-notch writing, perfect mun, and well-developed muse. What's not to love?))

heck i think your muses are amazing and perfect and you are a total sweetheart too! even if we don’t talk or interact a bunch, i still LOVE IT when we do!! in fact, if i had to make a list of people in this fandom i considered good friends you’d be on the list tbh >u< thank you!

AND THAT’S A WRAP!

THANK YOU ALL AGAIN! SO MUCH!!

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