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[long-furby-marty]

I love making new friends!!

[betzabobababi]

Broken Tom Holland x Reader

Chapter 3: Diagnosis

jtlyk there are gonna have a flashback through out the story :)

Warning: swearing

Plot: Y/n and Tom were made for each other and have been married for nearly 10 years but what happens when they go through putrid rough patch?

Summary: Y/n goes to the doctor (flashback)

AUTHOR'S POV

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have spoken to you like that" you said trying to calm your nerves from your sudden outburst, but he was making this so fucking hard. You had absolutely every right to be livid at him, he made you move from your comfortable lodge to the apartment near the studio. It wasn't bad but the fact that you spent almost all of the 3 months alone, isolated, made your blood boil, especially in your condition.

"No. No your right. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I made you feel this way. I'm sorry that you are alone and I'm sorry that I spend way too much time at work. I'm sorry for everything. If I could go back in time and redo everything I would. But we can't. So from now on I will try my best to be at home. I'll try my best to treat you like the queen you are. Because you are my queen."

You were stunned. You didn't know how Tom would react but you definitely didn't expect him to react like...that. Moreover you were happy. You knew that he meant what he said. You knew he would try his best. You also knew that if you told him your secret now, everything would be ruined. But you knew you had to tell him. You knew that this wasn't going to go away anytime soon. This was something serious and the only way to get through this would be if you had Tom there to support you.

*Time skip*

AUTHORS POV

You and Tom went back to the loft happy and content about the progress that you had made with your relationship. Atleast that's what it seemed to him. He didn't know but you were slowly and painfully dying. You were a relatively active person. You had played volleyball in high-school and college. Even though you were very good at the sport you never pursued it as a career. So when you noticed the lack of energy you had, and how it had become painful to do your everyday exercise activities, you instantly knew something was wrong. You brushed it off at the beginning thinking it was the amount of stress you had or the lonleyness, but after a few days of not being able to move due to how swollen your knees and ankles were, you booked a doctors appointment. You had many tests done and even had a few MRI's done.

FLASHBACK

Y/N'S POV

I was sitting in the doctor's office, highly nervous and it was clearly visible. Despite the pain, my knees kept bounding up and down. I was worried, I didn't know what was going to happen. The one person I really needed right now was at work. Tom. It had always been Tom. He was there when I got the phone call from the hospital, saying that my mom was in the hospital. As soon as I had gotten that phone call I broke down. Tom was there for me. He was there for me when my mom died. He was there for me after my dad committed suicide. But where was he now? He sure as hell wasn't here. My doctor entered the room with a gloomy and disappointment expression.

AUTHORS POV

The doctor sighed, disappointed in the results of the MRI.

"Mrs. Holland, I'm sorry but the MRI has shown you have a cancerous tumor in your bone marrow. Normally a person who is diagnosed with bone cancer has the life expectancy of five years, but the tumor you have has slowly been progressing throughout your body. I'm surprised we weren't able to notice it before, but you have approximately 9 months left to live. It could be more it could be less, but at the rate your cancer is spreading it will be around 9 months."

Y/N POV

I was speechless. I had just found out that I had a cancerous tumor in my bone marrow. I. Had. Fucking. Cancer.

"Is there a cure?" I said while trying to do a million things in my head. I need to tell tom. I need to tell Nicki and Dom. I need to tell my friends. I have to get the funeral planned. I gotta do this I gotta do that. My brain was going 175 miles per minute.

"Fortunatley there is, we can do chemotherapy or we can do the medical procedures to separate the maintining tumor from your bones. Although the chemotherapy would take longer it is the most efficient. It is costly but your insurance should be able to pay for it. Try not to be stressed during the next fue months. The chemotherapy has a 35% chance of killing all of the cancer. Now as you can see there is a very low probability so I suggest you get your affairs in order just in case it doesn't work" the way the doctor gave me hope and then demolished it with the probability of chemo helping me out was so heartbreaking. I knew that if the cancer did end up killing me I needed to tell Tom but how? He was never home. I need to tell him.

END OF FLASHBACK

AH AH AH tehe please don't hate me this might seem a bit cliche or cringe but nevertheless this chapter was a fucking emotional load. It took me a lot of time to decide what type of cancer Y/n would have but in the end I decided on bone cancer bc my best friend died of bone cancer and I thought why not? Anyways ANY feedback is appreciated!

Have a Good Day or Night Wherever You Are! <3

[6kate6kate9kate]

This is Future Broppy and Future Smilton, and I refuse to believe otherwise.

[poppibranchlover]

Will anyone tell me what does “BFFF” from the TTBGO episode with this title stand for?

[ledabyl]

Našemu psovi a kamarádčinýmu psovi jsem ušila matching šátečky, protože jsou to kámoši a velký fešáci, tak aby spolu ladili. :))

[enchantedtomeettu]

[thebestpersonherelovesbucky]

Hi! I am a big fan and I'm so happy you're doing fluffy prompt fics <3 Hope it's not too late give my prompt: smart!Bucky! I just really like Steve being all smugly proud of his nerd BF (if we're going canon; post-WS if possible); or getting hearteyes over the cute SI engineer (Shrunkyclunks is my jam if you're going AU). If you can toss in some Bucky&Tony friendship, that'd be super awesome, too! Anyway, hope this prompt inspires you. And even if it doesn't, I'm still excited to see your fics!

Brains are Sexy

Fic Summary:Bucky Barnes is ridiculously nervous about tonight. He is, after all, presenting his own exhibit at this year's Engineering and Robotics Fair which just might land him a full scholarship at Columbia's Engineering Program. Somehow, he's gotta get through the presentation without passing out.

When he catches eyes with a drop-dead gorgeous guy in the crowd -- who smiles and nods and gives him a thumbs up -- Bucky's confidence suddenly doubles. Drop-Dead Gorgeous even stops by to check out his exhibit when Bucky's finished with his presentation. Impressed and lavishing Bucky with compliments, Bucky decides it's a day to be brave and ask him to join him and his friends for drinks.

But there's just something oddly familiar about this Roger fellow. Bucky's sure he knows him from somewhere.Rating: Mature Warning: N/ALength:  13.4k completeSample:

Before Bucky can respond to any of them -- and poor Tony is simply drooling for his chance to get a good look at his arm -- someone taps him on the shoulder. Much to Bucky’s surprise, it’s the person from the audience. Up close, he’s even more beautiful. So much so, Bucky almost staggers to the side. He does, in fact, need to catch a breath.

Bucky was right in thinking he was muscular. That t-shirt he’s wearing under his jacket looking ready to tear off of him. He’s a good four inches taller than Bucky so being this close to him means Bucky needs to look up at him to see that pretty face. Those sparkling baby blue eyes. That jawline. Those thick lips. All those thick lashes. Being this close does another thing, too. He looks familiar. So super familiar that Bucky even thinks he should say his name before remembering he doesn’t actually know it.

“Hi,” Beautiful Mysterious Stranger says. “I just wanted to say you did a really great job.”

A smile pulls up on Bucky’s mouth. He rolls his lips in and scratches the back of his neck. Bucky even shifts his weight.

“Thank you,” he replies. “You really think?”

“Yeah,” BMS says. “It was amazing. You put so much of yourself into your work. It was beautiful. May I?”

He holds his hands out, asking permission and consent to see the arm for himself. Bucky, probably to Tony’s dismay, lifts it so he can touch and see. The guy, even with his big and, probably strong hands, is careful and gentle.

“Does it pinch at all?” he asks. “Between the plates?”

“That was a problem in the beginning,” Bucky answers, still caught by the familiar look of this guy’s face. “But we’ve minimized that down to barely anything by making the plates lift only when the arm needs to recalibrate.”

“What about people who might want something that doesn’t stand out as much?”

Bucky stretches his lips. “That’s something we’re still trying to figure out. The plates need air otherwise it’ll overheat so the coverings they have now are no good. Shuri’s working on some things, though, that might do the trick. As for me, I mean, I like it this way.”

“You know,” BMS tells him, “I think it says a lot about you that you made sure to give credit to your team. Not everyone would’ve done that, especially if it may’ve hurt their chances. Those kids are going places, too. You guys are gonna change the world.”

“Thank you,” Bucky whispers, truly at a loss of words. “I’ll… I’ll tell them you said so.”

He turns Bucky’s arm one last time before gently setting it back by Bucky’s side again and smiling at him as though this has been one of his favorite moments. Bucky doesn’t want to jump to any conclusions, but there looks to be wonder and awe in his eyes.

“This is truly incredible,” he says. “They’d be crazy not to take you.”

A blush burns Bucky’s face all the way up to the tips of his ears. He’s not sure why this person’s praises are making him melt so much. Maybe it’s because he just got through with one of the most important presentations of his life. Or maybe it’s because they’re coming from the hottest person he’s ever seen in his life who’s looking at him with, what he thinks are, heart eyes. All impressed by what Bucky’s done.

So, what the hell. He might as well go for it.

“I’m Bucky, by the way.” He holds his hand out. “I know I said James, but everyone calls me Bucky.”

The guy smiles and takes his hand to shake. “Hello, Bucky. I’m St…” He pauses and swallows and starts again. “I’m Roger. It’s nice to meet you.”

“You too, Roger. Um…” Bucky squints as though that’ll make Roger clearer. “Have we met? You look so familiar.”

“No.” Roger answers that so abruptly it’s almost like he’s insulted by the very idea. “No, we haven’t met.”

“Oh. I just… I’m sorry, you just really look like--”

“No, it’s okay, I just…” Roger pulls his hat down lower even though it can’t get much lower than it already is. “I kinda get that a lot.”

“You’re not a fugitive, are you?” Bucky jokes even though he didn’t even get a chance to say who he thought Roger looks like. He can’t imagine anyone actually being insulted by the idea. “Hiding from the law?”

Roger chuckles. “Not that I know of.”

They both snicker and then a single moment of silence passes between them. Strange, though, the short lull doesn’t feel awkward. It feels more like a moment of suspense. Of the night readying to build up to something else.

“Hey, so, since some of my buddies over there are still in high school…” Bucky points over his shoulder. “We’re gonna go to the diner after we finish packing up here. But then from there, me and my other two friends are gonna head over to a bar and maybe you’d wanna join us?”

For just one second, Bucky’s sure he’s going to say yes. Roger smiles at the invite. He even starts to open his mouth to answer. But then he closes it and frowns, his eyebrows pulling together and, uh-oh. That can’t be a good thing.

“I really shouldn’t,” he says quietly, almost like he doesn’t want Bucky to hear him.

“Um. Yeah, okay.” Now Bucky feels like a total idiot. He starts backing away to hide in the middle of his friends. “Thanks for all the nice things you said, though, that was super cool of--”

“No, no, wait!” Roger gently places a hand over Bucky’s shoulder to stop him. “Don’t go, I…” He sighs and shakes his head. “It’s not that I don’t want to go.”

Bucky waits for him to say something else and when he doesn’t, he holds his palms out. Still waiting.

“Okay?”

“It’s not you, Bucky,” he says. “It’s me.” Roger grunts at that. “Okay, that probably just sounds even worse. It’s just…” He pinches the spot between his eyes. “it’s really complicated

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