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genesisrose74 · 3 years

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Requested by @blanknamed (aka my bestie fr): hihi i saw the matchup and remembered my irl friend sent me these pictures when describing my aesthetic at one point and was wondering if i can have a matchup with someone from dsmp and dr. stone 🥺congrats on 1k too! so proud of you ❤️ you deserve this milestone!

Arielle get over here and let me give you a virtual kiss on the forehead because you’re just the sweetest person to ever grace this earth 😚forgive me for the long wait but i had to put so much into this one because it’s for you!! thank you for always being such a ray of sunshine and for becoming one of my first ever mutuals so long ago — and as a show of my gratitude, i’ll get right into your first pairing, which is going to be with…

I had a literal conflict over this because I think you could be compatible with more than half of the characters in dr. stone (looking at gen specifically), but UGH you and Senku would be so damn iconic together. As much as he’s not intent on becoming romantically involved with anyone, it just so happened that you both had a chance meeting together at the school library — in the modern times pre-petrification, of course. You were looking for a book on the development of radiation powered technology for a history class, and by coincidence Senku was reading the blurb of that very text when you stopped by. When you asked if he’d read it, your classmate simply shook his head and said he just knew a lot about the subject, and soon enough a conversation blossomed from that point.

Y’all talked for two hours. While standing in the same spot. TWO HOURS. And it didn’t even stop there because he realized the time and asked if you wanted to talk more over a bowl of this really good ramen he knew about close by. Senku barely even realized the implications of his offer until much later, since…

He was way too involved in your conversation to notice

He’s never had any interest like that in someone before, let alone has he ever tried asking a person out in general

Everything about you was so interesting to him that he cannot process anything else going on around him and he doesn’t know why

You just feel so different in comparison to his dynamic with anyone else that it throws him off. He’s curious as to why he straightens up when you walk in a room, why everytime you smile at his stupid dry jokes it makes him more confident, why your intrigued questions about his work give him an extra burst of adrenaline. After he comes home late, having fallen asleep in the library while you studied for a test beside him, Byakuya eventually spells it out for Senku in massive bold letters.

No, seriously, he writes it on a whiteboard with a chunky black marker.

“That’s ridiculously far-fetched,” he asserts quickly, trying to push his old man out of the room. “Since when have I ever been interested in anyone in that way?”

“Senku, you waited for her to finish her work. Without complaint.”

And he’s like: oh shit—

But knowing Senku, he still makes some futile attempts to disprove the concept that he could ever be attracted to someone in a romantic sense. Ya know, all that, “science is my only devotion” shit. It lasted for about two weeks, which was the exact amount of time that he tried avoiding you in hopes of seeing if he could in fact continue his routine without your presence next to him.

The bitch still cannot swallow his pride though, so you have to be the one to make the first move — which is about as simple as perfecting Flight of the Bumblebee on a violin. Every time you try bringing it up, it’s like Senku gets a sixth sense about it and is pulled away from you as soon as possible. At some point you just had to corner him in the school lab, hands smacking against the surface of his work table and mouth blurting it out.

“I think we should go on a date.”

He’s kinda impressed at the sheer willpower you displayed in finally getting the question into the air. And as much as he would hate to admit it, some happy nerves shot through his body when it happened. On the outside, though, he simply failed to fight a grin.

“Wanna get food with me tonight?”

And you did :D and it only went good from there. Dates at cafes with comfy chairs and pretty lighting, test runs of new experiments in the middle of the night that Senku calls you to see together, just enjoying the presence of one another in a secluded corner of the libraries you frequent. Even after the disaster that was petrification you’re both side by side, being sarcastic little shits to each other as soon as Senku frees you from the stone; doing new tests to save the world, going on picnics by the river, and constantly being of service to one another.

And then from the c!dsmp, I thought it was only fitting to match you up with…

^^ artwork by SAD-ist on YouTube

Listen, listen: I was considering a more standard/expected approach to this matchup, like maybe c!Wilbur or c!Niki because they’ve both got some major academia vibes. Especially Niki, because damn she’d probably take you to her flower shop and make handmade bouquets for you each day. However, I just think that it would be so perfectly fitting to have you and c!Sapnap together aesthetically. He’s very emotionally driven, always doing something stupid, and he probably hasn’t read a book since L’manburg claimed to be a sovereign nation. Regardless of that fact, he could sit and watch you read a book for hours, even if you didn’t ask him to. Standard case of grounded scholar + impulsive idiot = natural soulmates.

Within the region of the SMP, I imagine you like confining yourself to the libraries filled with ancient texts on the vast history of your home — although taking a visit to Eret’s self-made museum is always a pleasure as well. Niki gets along with you easily enough that you hang out together all the time, and it’s on one such occasion in the early days of L’manburg that Sapnap encounters you for the first time.

Dream had sent him out for scouting duty (which to Sapnap translates into, ‘be annoying to everyone within the walls’), and he’d taken to the edge of the country’s small borders, lounging up high above the trees so that he could see everything below with ease. To his surprise he found you, scribbling away within a ragged old notebook underneath a tree canopy, and wearing the prettiest smile he’d ever seen exist on a person before. You were waiting for your friend to arrive, it seemed, taking the ideas in your head and putting them to paper whilst you sat patiently. He was enraptured with you right away, and as a result he took to teasingly pestering you every chance he could.

Sapnap showed up at least once a week — and when he could, more than that — to slowly learn more about you. He tried staying under the radar of Wilbur when he did, just to make sure none of his endeavors were interfered with or got back to Dream in any capacity. Initially, his presence appeared a pain in your side, but your apprehension ultimately fell at the hands of his ridiculous humor and genuine inquiries as to your likes and dislikes. You knew who he was from the get-go, but it was hard not to find delight in his visits when he made such vigorous attempts to know you.

Although you’re sure he’d already learned it somehow, you told him your name one fateful afternoon, and he’s thought about that moment every day since, marking it as the first day he truly made progress in winning you over.

“You should come up here one day so we can talk normally,” he called out on a particularly overcast fall morning. “Maybe then I can see your face up close.”

You laughed, gazing up at him from the hillside on which you reclined. “You’re ridiculous. That’s not how this relationship works.”

“Mm, relationship? Sounds like you wanna gimme a kiss more than saying anything, hu—ow!”

A pine cone had clipped him in the shoulder harmlessly, chucked with expert aim by your own hand. Despite his surprise, Sapnap couldn’t help smiling.

“If you’re working that hard to twist the narrative and get me up there, how about you just come down instead?”

Without missing a beat the next day, he scaled to the top of the nation’s wall, made his way inside (with very little consideration for his safety), and took your face in his hands.

“You want me to?”

You already knew the implications. “Yeah.”

And he kissed you, then and there. Nice job, Ari!

Navigating a full blown relationship in the conditions y’all were in was not ideal. Sapnap tried everything he could to make sure you were safe, despite his distaste for your mother country and its leaders. After that cleared, though, it was a whole lot easier to be together and figure things out. Sapnap didn’t mind you staying within the walls as much as he initially thought because it reminded him of the first time you met, and so long as he could spend time with you he loved every second. Literally ask this man to do anything with you and he’s in, no matter what it is.

The sheer spontaneous energy Sapnap has inevitably feeds into your own, so while you’re much more contained than the pyromaniac, you have some very notable moments of crazy that are simply unforgettable. It’s honestly super funny to see that infectious life invade your senses, because otherwise you’re a super logical person and love entertaining yourself with the more simplistic things.

You work a lot with Wilbur on record keeping and cartography, but something that you and Sapnap apparently have in common is archery. That pine cone throw was no fluke, and he found that out when you came to visit, a shimmering bow fastened to a stock-full quiver on your back. It’s become a pastime to both ride out into the forest with your horses and practice archery (oftentimes mounted) as a way to let out frustration. If the weather conditions are too abysmal to go and do something outdoors, though, Sapnap likes to fall asleep watching you do methodical work, most commonly with his head in your lap as a fireplace crackles nearby. He’s a huge sucker for that cozy atmosphere, even though he tries to be all tough and badass at other times.

This became a huge ramble because I just think this pairing for you works so well, but I’m praying you get the picture. Sapnap is a flirty, slightly whiny, very protective, and free spirited person whenever you’re around, and he’d do whatever he could to see that pretty smile like the first day you told him your name. He thinks the world of you, and in his eyes your intelligence goes unparalleled.

#genesisrose 1k event #milestone event #matchup event #aesthetic matchup #senku x reader #c!sapnap x reader #dr stone matchups #dsmp matchup

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darkmystress00 · 6 years

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Babysitter’s Club - Ch 14

A/N: Happy Misha Saturday everyone! My week from hell is over. Hopefully next week goes better. I have been asked a couple times when the smut is coming. I swear it is coming (no pun intended) and it’s looking like it’ll be in chapter 16. This is/was a slow burn and I appreciate everyone sticking with it. I wanted this to feel natural and organic. Hope you enjoy!! (P.S. this is a LONG chapter. 4600 words long...so get comfy!)

Trigger warnings: none that I can think of...

Pairing: Misha x Reader

Catch up here!

Your phone buzzed in your pocket as you carried groceries up to the apartment. It had been buzzing off the hook for most of the day. You shook your head and unlocked the door. Misha was inside entertaining the kids so you could run and do the grocery shopping without having to drag West and Maison along. He knew it would go a lot faster for you, and he wanted to spend some time with just him and the kiddos.

“Y/N!” West cried from the living room as he heard you enter, lugging the bags into the kitchen.

“Hi, West. Told you I wouldn’t be gone too long!” You said as he launched himself at you, wrapping himself around your leg. He let out a giggle. “You want to help me make dinner?” West scrunched up his face and looked worried for a moment.

“I do, but I’m playin’ Monopoly with Dad.” You ruffled his hair as he let go of your leg.

“That’s fine.” You pulled your phone out and placed it on the counter as you started unpacking the grocery bags. “I’ll make something quick and then I’ll come watch you beat him!” Your phone buzzed again.

“Not gonna happen!” You heard Misha call from the living room. You gave a snort.

“Just watch out, West.” You stage whispered. “He cheats.” West let out a laugh.

“Y/N, I am offended.” Misha grumbled as he walked into the kitchen for a glass of water. “I do not cheat.” You cast him a suspicious look before cocking your brow up in question. He let out a snort. “I don’t!” He affirmed. You let out a disbelieving snort before your phone buzzed again. You picked it up, checked your text messages and smiled, before setting it back down again on the counter. “Who was that?” He asked more out of habit than being nosy or needing to know.

“My boyfriend.” You teased. You missed the shocked and almost hurt expression that crossed Misha’s face while you pulled groceries from bags and set them on the counter.

“Oh really?” He tried to play it off, hoping you weren’t serious.

“Right, like I have time for a boyfriend?” You looked up at him with a smile. “That one was my mom.” You went back to work gathering what you’d need to make dinner.

Misha breathed a sigh of relief, feeling like you’d just lifted a huge weight from his shoulders. After the night out after his con a while back, he’d had a hard time keeping it strictly professional. He had a hard time forgetting what it felt like having you pressed up against him. He’d had a hard time forgetting what you looked like in that dress. He’d had a hard time forgetting just how hard it was not to kiss you all night. He’d had a hard time forgetting, because it was the same thoughts rolling through his head every time you walked into a room.

He heard your phone buzz again and noticed you pause but refuse to stop and pick it up. “I’ll have dinner done in about twenty minutes, so go ahead and play your game guys, then I’ll bring it out and we can eat together.” West let out a chirp and scampered back into the living room. Your eyes drifted up from the food you were preparing to land on Misha who was quietly staring at you.”What?” You asked. The soft look on his face made your insides all warm and fluttery. Since the con you’d been hard pressed not to dwell on the feeling of him holding you and being so comfortable and close with him. It hadn’t happened again (you wouldn’t let it) but your mind loved to slip that memory to the forefront and make you miss the sensations all the same.

“Nothing.” He cleared his throat and cast his eyes to look at all the food on the counter. “You need any help?”

“Nah, I got dinner. You go entertain the munchkins.” He gave a nod and then quickly turned and followed West out to the living room. You watched him leave and took a deep breath. This job was going to be the death of you. Not because the kids were a challenge, but because you were having a hard time remembering that there was a damn line you couldn’t cross. You couldn’t want Misha. You couldn’t want to kiss him, and hold him, and feel his hands all over you. You couldn’t, but you did, and it was getting harder and harder to stay professional. You couldn’t even pinpoint when you’d started having feelings for him, but you admitted to yourself that you did. You 100% did have feelings for Misha. You pushed out one more harsh breath before picking up the package of chicken to start dinner.

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You let out a cheer as West squealed in excitement. The board game everyone was playing had been changed to Candyland (Monopoly had gotten boring for poor little Maison who was stuck just watching) and West had just pulled a winning card. “Good job, Westy!” You said as you swept the boy into a hug and placed a kiss to his cheek. He let out a giggle and wrapped you in a quick hug. Suddenly, your phone buzzed again and your eyes darted down to look at it. You picked it up, expecting a text, and stared at the caller ID. “Sylvia is calling me.” You said quietly and looked to Misha. “One second…” you unlocked the phone and held it to your ear. “Hello?”

“Hello, Y/N!” Sylvia chirped into your ear. “How are you?”

“I’m good. How are you?” You smiled, feeling more at ease knowing Sylvia wouldn’t be calling with bad news if she was this upbeat.

“I’m good. Me and the girls wanted to call and tell you something since you’re missing girls’ night…again.” She teased.

“Oh?” You smiled at the thought of all of your friends doing girls’ night. You made a mental note that you needed to see them all the next time you were home.

“Yeah, ready?” You heard her call to all the girls. “Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Y/N! Happy birthday to you!” You laughed at hearing them screech the song into the phone. You were so touched that your friends had remembered your birthday and decided to call you during their monthly girls’ night. God you loved your friends.

“Oh my God, girls. You are all too sweet.” There was raucous laughing on the other end. “Thank you for remembering. I promise when I get home we’ll all go out and celebrate properly.”

“Sounds great girl. Don’t work too hard, and we’ll talk when you get back state side.”

“Definitely, Sylv.” You said. You bid your friends goodbye and hung up the phone. Your eyes landed first on West, then Misha who were both sitting on the couch looking like you’d just told them there was no Christmas this year.

“Y/N, is it really your birthday today?” West asked. His voice sounded so small and upset.

“Yeah, buddy.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Misha asked, startling you.

“I don’t know. It’s just another day. I didn’t want to make it a big deal.” You floundered.

“Dad,” West called, “we should have done something special for Y/N.” Your eyes looked to West again.

“Oh, West, spending my birthday with you is something special. Promise.” He looked unconvinced, but hopped off the couch and hugged you.

“Happy birthday, Y/N.” He said.

“Thank you, West.” You whispered into his hair. You felt inexplicably sad that you’d upset West. You didn’t understand, but you didn’t like it all the same. “How about we play one more game of Candyland, then I’ll tuck you in and read you and your sister a bedtime story?”

“Ok!” He called before climbing off your lap and moving all the pieces back to the start of the game for one more round.

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You quietly shut the bedroom door to West and Maison’s room and tiptoed back into the living room. You watched as Misha was putting the pieces of the board game back in the box to be put away. He was definitely looking at you with sad eyes. “What is going on?” You asked quickly, mindful of keeping your voice down so as not to wake the sleeping kids down the hall. “Why is everyone so upset all of the sudden?”

“West is a big birthday person.” Misha supplied. “We all are, kind of. But him the most.” You fidgeted, suddenly feeling bad.

“I wasn’t trying to keep it from him, or anything. I just didn’t want to make a big deal about it. I mean, I’m working for goodness sake.”

“But not to him, you’re not.” Misha supplied with a soft smile.

“I know, but…” you huffed. “Ok, thanks a lot. Now I feel bad...on my birthday.” You teased.

“You do realize he’s going to want to do something for your birthday, right?” You thought for a moment.

“I know he really liked the zoo. Maybe I can take him to that for my birthday. Think that would work?” Misha paused as he tucked the game up into the cabinet.

“Possibly.” He shrugged. “I think anything fun with you could potentially work.” You smiled at him. “Then I’ll try to do that on a day that you’re super busy shooting. We’ll have to be busy anyway, and we’ve been cooped up in the apartment a lot lately. Going out to the zoo will be a nice change.” Misha smiled.

“Sounds good. I’ll let you know about my schedule so you can pick a day.” You grinned at him.

“Sounds great.” You moved towards the kitchen. “I’m going to wash the dishes and then, if you’re cool, I’m gonna hide in my room and read for a little. That good?”

“I did the dishes while you were reading to the kids, so don’t worry about it.” He smiled. “Go ahead and enjoy your book. I’m just going to watch a little TV.” You smiled at him. “You know, you don’t have to hide in your room to read. You can read out here.” He offered. “I mean, unless you’d like some quiet time. I totally get that.”

“You know, if it wont bother you,” you felt your cheeks heat up in a blush, “I think I will read out here.” He smiled a wide, charming smile at you and you were hard pressed not to cover your face. You were sure anyone within a ten mile radius would be able to tell you were blushing. You ducked your head and scampered to your room to grab your book.

Misha flipped on the TV, surfed the channels until he found something that interested him, and then lounged on the couch comfortably. He forced his eyes to stay trained on the TV until you passed his line of sight to walk to the opposite side of the couch. He felt his mouth go dry at the realization that you were wearing those pajamas from when he’d barged his way into your room. The pajamas that he’d pictured rumpled in a pile on the floor of his own room. He was flooded by the same images, but this time the were accompanied by the feeling of you pressed against him, and he had to swallow to keep from groaning. His eyes followed you as you curled up against the arm of the couch, your book laid gently in your lap as your eyes floated over the pages. He studied you and marveled at how far the two of you had come since you’d been hired. He remembered a time when you would have died rather than be in the same room with him while in your pajamas. God, had it already been a year? He couldn’t remember. “Y/N?” he watched as your eyes drifted up to his from across the couch. “How long have you been taking care of West and Maison? I forget.”

You were trying desperately to get your heart to slow down. The idea to wear your pajamas into the living room was a last minute decision. A naughty idea you gave in to almost as soon as it formed in your mind. You wanted Misha to see you in your pajamas, not that they were risque per se, but the idea of him seeing you in something less than fully clothed sent a thrill through you. You sat on the couch and tried to focus on your book but the sound of Misha saying your name drew your attention up to him. “Uhm…” you paused to think. Had it really already been a year? More? Goodness. “I think it’s been a year? A little over maybe? Why?”

“Just couldn’t remember.” He supplied easily and watched as you nodded and went back to your book. He took another moment to watch you. You were so beautiful, and you had absolutely no idea what you did to him. He quickly turned his attention to the TV. He didn’t want to make you uncomfortable by staring, but lord knew he wanted to memorize the way you looked in all aspects of life. He needed to get his act together. He couldn’t put the moves on you regardless of the fact that you were the nanny. You were also his friend and he’d never do anything to make you uncomfortable.

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“You mean yesterday was her birthday...and you didn’t do anything or get anything for her?” Jensen asked, aghast. Misha grimaced.

“She never said anything.”

“But Misha, after a year...you should know that kind of information. She knows about everyone else’s birthdays...did you never think to ask, man?” Leave it to Jensen to rub it in and make him feel worse.

“I know. I messed up.” Misha groaned out. “How do I fix it?”

“You could give her a night off.” Jared offered.

“But she lives with me and the kids...what, do I pay for her to have a hotel room all to herself for a night?” Misha asked and Jared shrugged in understanding.

“Why don’t you do the nanny job for a night?” Jensen offered. Misha looked at him confused. “I mean, make her dinner, clean up after the kiddos for her, give her one day where she doesn’t have to do all the work she normally would. Hell, if you had a free day, pay for her to have a spa day or something, and you take the kids for her.”

“Yeah...but that isn’t gonna happen for a while. I want to do something like this weekend.” Jensen thought for a moment.

“You could surprise her with a nice dinner out, you the kids and her? That’s a common thing people do.” Misha laughed a little. He could do that. He wanted to do something special for you, but he had a feeling if he tried to take you out you’d get all flustered and not have a good time. “You’ll figure something out, man. We got faith in you.” Jensen teased. Misha wanted to smack him.

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You opened the door to the apartment, West holding your hand and Maison perched on your hip. It was Friday, and you’d had a great time at the zoo with the kids. West seemed to be appeased over the birthday hiccup. He’d made you promise to tell him about your birthday next year and you’d laughingly agreed. The day had been good, but you knew you needed to get the kids home and fed before bed time. Misha was supposed to be working extra late tonight and wouldn’t be home until much later.

The second you walked into the apartment, you were hit in the face with the most amazing smell. Your stomach rumbled as you quietly made your way into the kitchen. There you found Misha grinning as he pulled plates out of the cupboard. “Perfect timing.” He said with a charming smile.

You stood there flabbergasted. “Surprise!” West and Maison cried.

“What?” You asked, completely and utterly confused.

“Dad wanted to do something nice for you, so he made your favorite food, and we all got you presents.” West cheered. “I even got to help make the cake.” You’d been in the fridge that morning. How had you missed a cake?

“Go have a seat at the table, and I’ll bring it out.” Misha said. You were quickly ushered to the dining room table by West and Maison.

“It’s ok, Y/N. Dad makes yummy food.” West offered, mistaking your stunned silence for upset. “And if you don’t like it, we have cake! I know the cake turned out yummy. I helped.” You smiled at him and stroked his cheek gently.

“You are all too sweet to me.”

“We would have done something a little more extravagant, but we didn’t think you’d like that as much. Maybe next year.” Misha offered, setting a plate down in front of you. You shook your head.

“This is perfect.” You felt tears begin to well up in your eyes. West scrambled up on to the seat next to you, and you scooped Maison up, placing her in the chair across from you. Misha set down their plates before sitting down himself. “How did you know this was my favorite?” You almost whispered, trying to keep your emotions in check.

“Dani and Gen told me.” You smiled brightly.

“You’ve been plotting this for a little while huh?” He grinned at you and nodded. “Were you in on it, little man?” When West pinned you with a big smile you knew you’d been had. These two had plotted and schemed to give you a touching, home-cooked meal, that was special to you. That was more heartfelt than many other birthday celebrations you’d had in your lifetime. “Thank you.” You got choked up. Misha and West looked at you concerned. “This is just so sweet, and special. And it really, really means a lot.” You met eyes with Misha. “Really. A lot.”

“You are very welcome, Y/N. Next year we’ll make sure it’s actually on your birthday so it’s even more special.” You let out a quick laugh. “Now hurry and eat, I know West and Maison are anxious to give you your present.”

“You didn’t have to!” You protested.

“Y/N...we wanted to.” West said so matter-of-factly. You reached over and pulled him into a hug.

“You are all too sweet to me.” Dinner was delicious and you probably ate more than you should have, but you couldn’t make yourself stop. It had been a long time since you’d had your favorite meal, and you didn’t think you’d ever enjoyed it as much as you did tonight. West, Maison, and Misha were all laughs and jokes and stories long after dinner had finished. They’d sang you happy birthday and let you blow out your candles before all sharing some cake. When you’d moved to get the dishes, Misha had ushered you away, informing you that he was going to clean up dishes tonight. West pulled you into the living room and sat you on the couch before proudly announcing that you were not to move while he grabbed your presents. You giggled and watched as he ran off. Maison walked up and climbed up into your lap. Misha arrived in the living room just in time to see West carefully set down the little presents they’d picked up.

“Open this one first, Y/N.” West cried as he handed you a little round package. You giggled and started carefully opening the wrapping paper, ‘ooh-ing’ and ‘aww-ing’ as you revealed the little bottle of your favorite perfume. “I picked it out.”

“Oh my goodness, West. How did you know this is my favorite and I needed more?” You gushed, hugging West tightly.

“Mine next!” Maison exclaimed as she handed you a rectangular package. You repeated the same ‘ooh-ing’ and ‘aww-ing’ until you revealed a novel by one of your favorite authors you’d been wanting to purchase.

“Thank you, Maison!” You hugged the little girl, placing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

Misha watched you open your presents, feeling his heart swell at seeing how attentive you were to making sure the kids knew how much you loved your gifts. You opened them so carefully, and gushed to each child about how special and thoughtful the gifts were. True they were simple presents, but you still made sure the kids felt special for picking out something you would utterly love. It was so amazing to watch, and he had a hard time not imagining this same scenario happening in the future, at Christmas, birthdays to come. He wanted this. He wanted this to be his little family. He wanted you to be a part of them forever, and watching you with the kids gave him so much hope that you wanted the same thing.

“Oh my goodness, you guys have spoiled me!” You exclaimed. “My favorite meal, cake, doing the dishes, my favorite perfume, and a new book! This is the best birthday ever.”

“We’ve got one more thing.” Misha said, standing to pull one more gift out of a cupboard. He sat down on the coffee table, handing the little gift to you. Your breath hitched when he sat down and his legs seemed to frame yours. You looked up into his eyes before looking down at the little flat box. You looked over to West and then to Maison. They both looked so excited. “This is from all of us.” Misha said, suddenly fighting off a storm of butterflies in his stomach.

Slowly you peeled the paper away from the little black box and opened it. Inside sat a little pendant necklace that made your breath catch in your throat. A round pendant sat against the little cushion inside, a crescent moon cut out of the metal with the words ‘to the moon and back’ etched into the shiny surface next to it. Your eyes flew up to Misha, your heart thundering in your chest. “This is so beautiful.” You breathed.

“West and Maison informed me that it was perfect.” Misha said. He was fibbing kind of. They had, of course, told him it was perfect, but he’d ordered it before even showing the kids. It just seemed to scream her name when he saw it and he bought it without a second though.

“Put it on Y/N.” West and Maison cried, clearly elated at how much you loved the necklace. You let out a laugh and removed the necklace from the box.

“Here,” Misha said gently before collecting the necklace from your fingers and delicately sliding it around your neck to clasp it. “Beautiful.” He breathed, and you had to wonder if you’d imagined it. There was no way Misha, your amazing friend, employer, and father of these amazing children, was saying you were beautiful. No, you’d imagined it. Wishful thinking, you reasoned. Your fingers gently touched the pendant you felt your words catch in your throat.

“Thank you. This is amazing.” You sniffed lightly. “I am so touched.” Maison reached up and hugged you, followed by West who crawled up on to his knees to hug both you and Maison. You hugged both kids to you, overflowing with love for them.

“Alright guys.” Misha called gently. “Time for bed. You’ve had a busy day.” Both West and Maison released you, running to the bathroom to brush their teeth and get ready for bed. You stood to go help but Misha stayed you with a gentle hand to your shoulder.

“You take it easy. I’ll send them out to say good night, but you relax.” You smiled at him but nodded. You picked up the novel from Maison and started reading the first chapter before you heard little voices calling out to you from their bedroom. You gently set the book and went to their room. They were both cuddled up in their beds staring at you expectantly. You sat down first on West’s bed, giving him a hug goodnight, before moving to Maison’s and doing the same. You followed Misha to the door before turning to the kids once more and smiling at them.

“To the moon and back guy. Always.” There was a chorus of ‘to the moon and back’ before both you and Misha made your way back out to the living room. You stooped to pick up all the wrapping paper you’d set on the coffee table.

“I told you I’d clean up.” Misha chimed from behind you and you whirled up to look at him. “I know it’s not a spa day, or a night off, but let me at least do this for you. You work so hard and you deserve a little rest and relax time.” You nodded dumbly, unable to say anything while you tried to navigate the emotions currently flooding you.

“Thank you.” You rushed out as he turned to leave. “For everything. I don’t remember the last time I’ve had a home-cooked meal that I didn’t have to make, or such a sweet and thoughtful gift.” You hand came up to touch the pendant. “It’s really so sweet and special, and I appreciate all of it.” Misha turned to look at you and smiled. Before you could talk yourself out of it, you walked up and hugged him, throwing your arms up around his shoulders. You felt his arms come around your waist to gently rest on your back. “Seriously, thank you, Misha. You didn’t have to do any of this. It was an amazing birthday.”

“You’re welcome Y/N.” He breathed near your ear. “You mean a lot to the kids, and to me, we wanted to do something special for you. To show you how special you are to us.” You felt him rest his head on your delicately. “Now, why don’t you relax while I clean up.” You laughed a little. “You want a glass of wine?” He asked and you paused. You didn’t drink when you were ‘on duty’ and any time you were in Vancouver meant you were ‘on duty.’ “It’s your birthday Y/N, you can relax and have a glass of wine. The kids are in bed so you don’t have to worry about being on the clock.” He supplied, guessing at the mental war you were having. You smiled and nodded. “Alright, one glass of wine. Have a seat and I’ll get it.”

Misha set two glasses of wine down on the coffee table, promising to be right back. You heard the water running in the kitchen before Misha came back and flipped on the TV. He sat down and looked at you pointedly. You snickered before taking a glass and sipping your wine. Chancing a daring move, you scooted a touch closer to him and got comfortable watching TV.

Misha loved the feeling of you sitting so close to him, when you scooted to fit better next to him and began watching TV, he slowly slid his arm from the back of the couch to rest gently on your shoulder. He was nervous, but so far you didn’t seem upset to have him touching you and it help bolster his confidence. He relaxed next to you and enjoyed the wine, TV, and the feeling of you with him.

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jizemderler · 7 years

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Too late for that -Tom Holland

A/N: I don’t know why I keep ripping my own heart out. The second part is even worse. Enjoy!

Life is really not that entertaining when you are in bed half of the time and the other half you’re wandering through the hospital. Either to talk to doctors or to get yourself ran through tests and medication. It was one of those days where you didn’t have much energy because of the chemo and just lied in bed looking out the window. The tube in your nose tickled every few seconds when it sprayed fresh oxygen into your nose. You looked over to the door when it opened and your mom came in. “Hey sweetie!” she said and was literally glowing with excitement.

“Uh..hi?” you said and were confused on why she was so emotional. “What’s up?”

“Nothing. Just brought you some clothes and thought we should get you a little prepped up. I read that caring about yourself should help you get better. You’re always wearing that hospital thing. I brought you some nice jeans and a blouse. We can do your hair, maybe?” she offered and took the clothes out of the bag and laid them across the bed. “Yeah…I guess.” you said and shrugged your shoulders In the last few months where your condition got worse you didn’t have the heart to say no to things which seemed to make your mom a little happier. To have cancer sucked, but to have a kid that suffered from cancer sucked even more. That’s the reason why you tried to keep her happy even though getting out of these comfy clothes was the last thing you wanted to do.

“Alright. Let’s get you out of bed.”

After you changed into the clothes your mom brought which you could have found cute if your bones weren’t poking out of your skin, showing how much weight you had lost. You were breathing heavily after you changed and had to sit down to calm your breathing. “I’ll just put my hair in a ponytail.” you said out of breath and gave her a small smile before closing your eyes and concentrating on your breathing. After your lungs seemed to calm down a little you reached up to put your hair into a ponytail.

“How do I look?” you asked and smiled up to your mom who was obviously hiding her tears. “Mom…” you sighed but she wiped them away immediatly and put a big smile on. “You look stunning.” she said and made you chuckle. You leaned back against the head of the bed and pulled the blanket over your legs because your body didn’t really know how to heat up or how to cool down properly.

“I-…uh”, you started and closed your eyes again trying to not concentrate on the pain in your chest,“I should get some rest now. We’ll go out for a walk later, if you want?” “Of course honey.” she approved and brushed her hand over your hair while leaning in to give you a kiss on your forhead, “Get some rest.”

***

You probably slept for half an hour even though you’d tell your mom you slept for two or three so she wouldn’t worry. The pain wasn’t always unbarable but it was always lingering in your chest which didn’t let you rest. You were looking out the window again, feeling a little drousy but not able to sleep. The wind outside was relentless, constantly dragging the trees and flowers in every direction. They were at the winds mercy, bound to be destroyed or survive without having a say in it. Helpless. Your gaze trailed back inside to your own body. Your hands were in your lap, your legs were outstreched - still in those light blue jeans.

Suddenly someone knocked on the door and the head of your mom peaked through the gap. “Can I come in?” she asked and you nodded and waved her in. She was grinning again but this time she was holding her phone up as if she was filming you. “What’s that?” you asked sceptically and raised an eyebrow. “Nothing.” she answered and at the same time the door opened wide and someone in a red suit flipped into the room, landing perfectly right beside your bed. “Oh, shit!” you cursed while laughing and pressed your hand against your chest because it startled you a little. “Language!” your mom scolded you halfheartedly and you rolled your eyes.

“Hey! I’m Spiderman!” the person in the suit said, the mask muffling his voice and reached his hand out for you to shake it. “I can see that. I’m Y/N.” you chuckled and shook his hand and pulled your hand back again. “Nice to meet you.” he said and walked over to the side of the bed and reached out for his mask. As soon as he pulled it over his head your eyes widened and you felt your cheeks blush. “Oh you’re really cute.” you blurted out and looked away while you heared him laugh at your comment. Now you understood why your mom insisted on changing your clothes. You would have been angry with her if she had let him see you in those hospital robes.

***

Tom, as you later found out, was a great actor. You hadn’t seen Civil War and Spiderman: Homecoming wasn’t released yet so you weren’t aware of the fact that they had cast a new Spider-Man. But he was great, he talked to you for a bit, made you laugh and for a little moment you felt admired. Because he had this look on his face as if he did not see you in this hospital bed. He talked to you as if you were two young adults at a party getting to know each other, but then he had to go on to the other people and surprise them. His manager actually came in to tell him that it was time to keep going. You did not expect to see him ever again. He was an actor after all, famous all around the world.

But he was going to prove you wrong. Almost a week later there was a knock on your door. It couldn’t be your mom because she was at work. It couldn’t be the doctors because they came in literally five minutes ago. You furrowed your brows trying to figure out who it could be but it was pointless. “Come in!” you called and the door opened slowly. Someone in a black hoodie slipped through the gap and closed the door behind him. As soon as he turned around your mouth fell open.

“Hey.” he greeted you and took his hoodie off and shook his head to fix his curly hair. “Wait a se-…Tom?” you said trying to figure out what was happening. “Ah, okay. Alright where are the cameras? Mom! You can come out now!” you called with a smile on your face and looked around to see them coming out. But there was no one. “Actually..” he said and stepped closer and pulled out sunflowers from behind his back, “it’s just me this time.” he added and handed you the flowers and sat down next to your bed on a chair.

You looked down to the flowers and up to Tom again, blinking, showing your confusion. “Are you…okay?” he chuckled and waved infront of your face and made you look into his eyes. “How did you expect me to react? Freaking Tom Holland just snuck into my hospital room.” you said and threw your hands into the air. “Not my smoothest move. I admit.” he chuckled and scratched the back of his head. “You don’t say.” you teased him while asking yourself where you got the boost of confidence in the back of your head. “If you had given me a heads up, I would’ve changed into something…less hospital-y.” you joked while pointing st the robe and made him chuckle. “Why? I see a perfectly fine, beautiful girl.” A smirk appeared on his face and you had to press your lips together not to grinn like an idiot. “Not very smooth either.”

“Shit.” he chuckled and brushed his hand through his hair. His gaze traveled from your nightstand up to the bag of red-brown-ish liquid that was attached to a tube which lead to your arm. His eyes widened a little while stared at it and an awkward silence developed. “It’s not as bad as it looks.” you said finally and his gaze jumped to you while his cheeks flushed. “I-..I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-…stare.” he said while shaking his head and you shrugged your shoulders. “It’s fine. I stare at it sometimes. You try to understand things that keep you alive.” you tried to joke but it was a way too touchy topic.

“Anyways!” you added before another awkward silence could start, “why are you here?” “I remebered having a good conversation with a gorgeous woman, so I had to come back to check on her.”

“Still. Not very smooth.”

“But effective.”

***

Surprisingly you had a very good time with the man you just had met. And after that he kept coming in as much as his schedule allowed him to. To a point where you became really good friends and maybe a little more which concerned you very much. It scared you, having feelings for somebody, knowing your state. Almost four months in, where your condition got worse every day, you were having some really dark thoughts. Did you deserve to be loved? Was it fair to somebody else to begin a relationship when you knew you’d leave soon? Were you even allowed to love anyone? To let someone love you? “Hey starnger.” Tom walked in with his hands full of bags and a flower between his teeth. “Wha-…” even though you were not feeling well at all he still managed to make you laugh. “Take it.” he mumbled and leaned down for you to take the flower and you did. “A guy gotta eat.” he said and winked before sitting down and unpacked the food. “I can’t eat any of those.” you said with a raised brow and he nodded. “I know. That’s why I got you…this!” he said and pulled out a whole head of lettuce and held it right under your nose. “Ha ha. Very funny, Holland.” you said pushing his hand away and rolled your eyes while trying to hide your smile. “I know baby. I am the funniest.” he said in a cocky voice and you hit his shoulder playfully. “Shut up.”

It was almost midnight when a nurse came in for the fifth time and told him to get lost this time. I asked her for five minutes and she was kind enough to leave us alone. “Alright. I better get going. You need to rest.” he said and leaned down to give you a kiss on your forhead. “Tom.” you blurted out when he had already turned his back on you. “Yes?”

“I need you to keep in mind that my condition isn’t getting better.” you said and he raised his brows.

“So?”

“So…don’t.” you tried to give him a hint but he acted dumb.

“Don’t…what?”

“You know what I mean Tom. I’m dying!” you blurted out finally and crossed your arms infront of your chest.

“No I don’t and no you’re not.” he said while shaking his head and shrugging his shoulders like a child who didn’t want to come inside, even if it got dark outside.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” he added and blew you a kiss which made you sigh.

“Tom.” you stopped him again and took a deep breath, “Don’t fall in love with me.”

“A little too late for that.” he said and you saw him grinn before he left your room to avoid the angry nurse.

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reylo-in-the-dark · 7 years

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The Search

Chapter three: Back to the Edge

A couple of days passed since the whole incident with the ex-hunters. Heather and Dagur stayed on that little island, monitoring the markets. Taking note of how many of Viggo’s ex-goons still operated in that area. If they wanted blood with Heather and Dagur, they’d want it with Hiccup and the rest of the dragon riders. Heather was trying to embrace her Berserker roots but she was still a dragon rider.

Dagur helped out quite a bit with her wound. He knew things that she didn’t about healing it. And it did help. It felt numb at first but it helped a lot. She now was missing a sleeve but better that than an arm she thought!

The pair journeyed back to the Edge to think about what they were going to do next and make a plan of action and tell Hiccup what might happen to him. Dagur remembered that once he had a bounty on him and he didn’t want that again.

They were in the club house, talking to Hiccup. Hiccup made a small fuss over the arm, telling her to be more careful. But when Fishlegs came in and saw the red bandage around her left upper arm it was like the fury of Odin had just came out. “You said you’d keep her safe! This is not safe!” He exploded. This was a side Heather hadn’t seen to Fishlegs. It was almost like he went Berserk. What was more surprising was that Dagur didn’t really blow. It seemed that he felt bad about it.

“Fish, it’s fine. It was my fau-”

“This is not alright!” He cut her off and moved over to look at her arm. Heather was a bit shocked and by the looks of Hiccup’s face so was he. “You could have lost your arm! Or have gotten infected and then you’d die!”

Heather thought Fishlegs was being a bit over the top. She had had cuts like this before. He had never seen her without her clothing and hadn’t seen the few scars she bore from over the years of being out in the wilderness. “You promised Dagur! You promised and now, only a couple months on she’s hurt!”

“I’m sorry but we were surrounded. An eight against two. They must have intercepted my letter. They do that. Take terror mail.” Dagur explained. She could hear the sincerity in his voice. But she didn’t fully believed that he had changed. There was still that thought in the back of her head that he’d revert back.

Fishlegs went on for about ten minutes. No one could interrupt him. They tried and she heard her brother say he was “sorry” at least twenty times.

“Fishlegs!” Heather snapped. Hiccup then decided to intervene and he put his hand on Fishlegs shoulder.

“I think we should let Heather and Dagur rest for a bit. They’ve been traveling for a bit. Must be tired.”

“I’m fine, brother. Gonna have Shatter-”

“Yes Dagur we are tired. We need rest.” Heather cut him off and shot him a look that made Dagur laugh.

“Ohhh-oh-haha. Very tired. Poor Shattermaster was almost falling asleep!”

Dagur was only digging the hole they was in deeper with every word. Heather pushed him out of the club house. “Sleep well Heather.” Fishlegs said lightheartedly and the raven haired viking smiled at her.

“Who knew Fishlegs had that in him! Hahaha!” Dagur laughed when they got in her small and plain hut. “Good ol dad would say he had the blood of a berserker in him with that fury!”

Heather was sitting on her bed and she pulled off her boots and dropped them to the floor. “Yeah who knew…” She murmured absentmindedly and as she got up to and went over to her drawer she stubbed her toe on the corner. “Thor’s sake!” She exclaimed grabbing her foot.

“Sister?”

And just then she fell over with a thud and landed on her bad arm. That there made her curse loudly and Dagur went over to her and crouched.

“So clumsy sister.” Dagur muttered with a chuckle and helped her sit up “Nothing broke.” He said looking at her toe.

“I’m fine, Dagur.” She muttered, pulling her foot from his hold and batting him away so she could stand. But landing on her arm partly reopened her wound. Blood trickled out but she ignored it and took out some more clothes. “Can you give me a minute? Need to change.” She told him. And once he was gone she changed into some new clothes. “Dagur?!”

“Yes sis?!”

“I’m going to have a nap!” Windshear was in the room with her. Heather decided to sleep with her. The armour plating of the dragon was never really comfy but she laid a blanket on her. But there was a different warmth from the dragon. A loving one. She was Heather’s companion. The one she could totally rely on.

Hours passed and the night came and along with it, the cold of the northern winds. Heather was hardly without her dragon plate armour but that night she decided to leave it off. No need for armour when not out and in danger.

Everyone was in the central room eating and Dagur was being entertained by Tuffnut and chicken. Tuffnut was showing ass the new moves that he had taught chicken and Dagur was very amused by it. Clapping and laughing as chicken did her tricks. Chicken even hugged Tuffnut.

Hiccup was the first to spot the raven haired girl. “Good evening, Heather. Dagur made food. Mutton.”

“With a pinch of salt!” Tuff exclaimed standing up with chicken in one hand. “Perfection!”

That made Heather shake her head as she sat down next to Astrid. Fishlegs noticed the spot of dark red in her sleeve. “Your arm! I’ll clean it for you!”

Heather couldn’t get a word in before he was out and getting water. And he was soon back with warm water and a rag and a new bandage. He rolled up her sleeve and took off the bandage. The cut hadn’t opened up much but he still made a fuss and muttered about Dagur and his fault. “Fishlegs, thank you. I’ll be fine.” She kissed his cheek and made him blush. Astrid intervened.

“Here I’ll do that.” The blonde told Fishlegs and took control with putting on the bandage, making sure it was on tight. It made Heather hiss. Fishlegs was holding her hand and she squeezed it.

“Fishface! We were playing maces and talons over here! Don’t get lost in her doughy brown eyes!” Snotlout shouted from his stool.

“Go. I’ll be fine. Plus I want to talk to Astrid.” Fishlegs smiled and hurried back over to his stool and the game resumed.

“Things not go to planned then.” Asked Astrid.

“Not a bit. Back to where we began. But we did find out Viggo’s men aren’t happy.” Heather told the blonde and began to chow down on the mutton.

It was like they never left the Edge. They were all laughing and Hiccup was helping his cousin play maces and talons. Giving him tips.

And as the night grew later Tuffnut and Ruffnut unveiled their newest thing. Mead. But with a fruit in it that they couldn’t remember the name of. They all tried some and it was quite nice. And Heather was enjoying it. After the northern markets she wanted to just relax and the mead was helping. Everyone drank, but Fishlegs didn’t drink that much. He was still on his first while most were on their second and third.

They were all around the middle table now, drinking. Heather noticed out of the corner of her eye that Hiccup and Astrid were holding hands as they sat next to each other and drank. Occasionally they kissed which was good to see. About time they got together she thought!

An hour passed. They were on their fifth, Fishlegs on his seconds. Heather had a good buzz from the mead. She felt relaxed, very relaxed. She got up with her mug in hand and fell backwards with a thud after tripping over the stool. But she was only laughing from the floor, mead spilled next to her. That made them all except Fishlegs laugh. Tuffnut fell off his chair laughing and chicken dove down on him. Fishlegs made a fuss and helped her to her seat as she was a little unsteady on her feet.

As the time went on everyone started to disperse. Dagur the first, the Snotlout, then the twins and eventually Hiccup and Astrid went, hand in hand and giggling to each other, leaving Fishlegs and Heather alone. The fire in the club house was burning low. She took his much larger hand in hers and kissed the back of it softly. “I think it’s very sweet that you worry about me getting hurt. But I’m fine.”

“I don’t want you to be hurt. And he promised that you wouldn’t be-”

“Sshhhh…” Heather shushed him by putting a finger on his lips. “I’m fine. I’ve had them before.” She told him and moved a little closer to him, eyes lidded. Fishlegs felt nervous. A couple of months ago they almost shared a moment when Dagur went into the cave but now they were about to have another one and Fishlegs was nervous and sweating. It was like time slowed for them. And her eyes closed and she pressed her lips against his and kissed him but Fishlegs didn’t kiss back… He didn’t do much. It was like he was a wall or a rock. Heather expected something. Some movement from him. And she was expecting sparks to fly. But there was none. She pulled back feeling very awkward. “I… uh… bed.” She said awkwardly and played with the braid in her hair and stood up.

“Yeah.” Fishlegs said quietly. “Want me to walk you?”

Heather shook her head, a hand on her forehead. “No I’ll be fine…” She answered. Fishlegs looked a little down about it. Like he was beating himself up. She was a little wobbly on her feet as she made her way out of the clubhouse. She needed someone to talk to and the first person that came to mind was Astrid.

It took her a little longer to get there. She went up to Hiccup’s and took the bridge across to her hut. She was thankful for that bridge that night made it easier to get to Astrid’s hut.

She didn’t knock and walked straight in and into Astrid’s room. Her eyes went wide at the sight and she gasped. The blonde was straddling Hiccup’s lap. Her armour was on the floor, and so his shoulder pads. They were kissing heavily and his hand were under her sleeveless tunic at her back, caressing her back softly.

“Heather?!” They both exclaimed and both went a shade of red on their cheeks.

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