#iceoblivious

“I’m pregnant” you smiled.

You watched your boyfriend for a moment seeing, hoping to eye his reaction. Rus drops like a stone. You barely managed to catch him as he... fainted! You tried to calm yourself down as you shook the sweater clad skeleton.

“Babe! Dove wake up!” You shouted as loud as you could.

Luckily you were loud enough to wake him up. You sighed a little as came to, confusion in his eyes.

“Honey, I just dreamed you said you’re pregnant” he giggled.

You looked at him with confusion,”But Russ I am pregnant.”

He fainted again...

“Oh my... okay... Is he...happy?”

You simply say there holding him in the living room floor. You laughed, you love Rus so much. You stroked his skull with a small smile. Slowly you find a way out of the position. You pick him up, as best you can, and take him into the bedroom. And laid down with him.

-3 months later-

“Come hug me!” You whine as you rest on the couch.

Rus glanced at you with a bit of a nervous look. It made you pout to say the least.

“You don’t hug me much since I told you I was-”, you giggled,” since I told you I was pregnant.”

“Sorry honey, I just I’m worried... I’ll hurt you” he struggled to get the words out.

“That’s okay, I worry about that too. But you’re always careful, I trust you.”

You smiled sheepishly,”So come hold me.”

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Ha ha I did it, I love it, this is likely one of my favorite headcanon posts. I did Rus but I wanna do Aton too. Ten names already lol. Oh or Black, love that skele :3 annnyyywwwaaays now I’m gonna go read chapter 3 of a call!

This!!! Makes me really happy asdfjkl

I am so happy that my fic is making feelings happen, that is...the coolest thing, thank you! *o*

I hope Chapter 10 is just as feels-inducing for you, and the rest of the chapters when I get around to writing them!

Sorry I don’t know much about the 4th of July since I’m Canadian. All my info for this comes from Wikipedia so it might not be accurate. Anyway I had fun writing this thanks for asking!

Swapfell Sans (Chief): He watches the firework show with his s/o. He will ask them a lot of questions about the fireworks he’s really curious. Halfway through the show his eyes will turn into stars but he’ll never admit it.

Rus: He didn’t even know about the holiday before his s/o woke him up to go see the parades. They have to explain him a thing or two and he pieces the rest together. He enjoys the celebration and spending time with his s/o. He thinks they’re the cutest person ever when he realizes how excited they are for the holiday.

Horrortale Sans (Horror): He will picnic with his s/o and watch the firework show. He will set the picnic up in a part that’s not too crowded. His s/o will spend the night sitting in his lap watching the show with him. He seems to have an endless supply of snack during the whole thing and will definitely share with his s/o.

Horrortale Papyrus (Sweets): He knew about the holiday before you told him. Sweets made sure you had matching outfits with the colors of the flag. During the day the two of you go see the parade. At night he cooks a delicious meal on the grill. You eat it while watching the fireworks.

Mafiatale Sans (Mafia): He gets startled pretty bad by the fireworks, his s/o will have to reassure him that they aren’t gun shots and that no one is getting attacked. He agrees to watch them with his s/o but he jump a lot. By the end of the night he calms down and starts to actually enjoys himself.

Yeah, Sans is...having a rough go of things...

As you got up to excuse yourself Mal gave you a quick look, an obvious question hanged on his tongue.

“What are doing?”

You knew you’d get asked the question, you almost always do.

“It’s a hot water bottle, it helps to simulate cuddling. I really like to cuddle, honestly.”

However what you didn’t expect is for Mal’s brother, Rus, to offer cuddling you instead.

“Why not sleep with me for the night”, realizing his own words he was quick to add,” as friends of course! I- I mean a lot of friends do sleep in the same bed together when they stay over! I-It’s not uncommon…”

You felt yourself smile and nod before you could even think. You welcomed such a comfort since for you, yourself it wasn’t one you got to have all that often.

“Wait… really?” Rus exclaimed, excitedly.

“Yea, why not? We’re friends right? So what should it matter?” You smiled.

—

As Rus cradled you, you could feel the many scars his arms alone had. It was strange to your mind to think bones could scab at all. However by now you knew that your friends were magic so but that default they were above logic. You actually quite liked cuddling Rus, he was warm and his sweater was soft. He was honestly like a big dog or like a fuzzy snake that wrapped around you in a non threatening way. He also slightly smelled like honey, oddly enough. All the things you noticed put a smile on your face.

Soon enough in the late hours of the night you awoke from a nightmare of sorts. A sort of panic filled you as you tried to settle yourself down. You found yourself hugging onto Rus tighter. Surprisingly you found that he squeezed you backed. You blinked and looked up his pinprick met you.

“Did I wake you?” You whispered softly.

He shook his head, you softly sighed. Resting your head on his shoulder, you sighed again. You simply hug him again. He placed his chin atop your head and pulled you closer. You found your tired self nestling against him. As you continued to breath in the honey smell and it calmed you down a little. You felt safe, you felt warm and comfortable, against him. It was truly like a dawning realization. A hid your face in his chest as you felt your face heat up. Just as quickly you awoke, you fell asleep.

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I think this would’ve been a bit better had I not took a moment break in between. Like stopped just for a moment and then my next story being gone. Anyways, this was nice :3 (also couldn’t think of a title)

It was a particularly slow day for your bakery cafe, when out the blue the bell rang. You snapped up to see a tall skeleton in a lazy ruffled pinstriped suit with a gold canine.

‘He must be the new collections guy…’

You placed a smile on your face,”Good afternoon sir!”

He gave you a kind smile,”Good afternoon to you too! Nice place ya got here.”

When he spoke he had the accent of the 1930s. It was a trend with the newest depression the country was going through. Although your analysis would have to be put on hold.

You beamed,” Why thank you! I do try to make it feel welcoming.”

“Your doin a mighty fine job”

You laughed”I’m sure I could do better”

“Cannoli do so much”

It took you a second to realize the pun and you laughed,” That’s a killer, sir!”

He chuckled a sheepish grin on his face,”Thank ya”

“So what would like today, funny man?”

“Would you know where (y/n) is, they’re the owner?”

“I’m (y/n), how may I help you?”

“I’m here to collect this month’s fee.”

You nodded your head, just as you had expected,”Of course! …If you don’t mind me asking, what happened to Larry?”

“He unfortunately passed.” The skeleton man said.

You nodded, unsure for a second. However you get him the money and hand it to him with a sweet smile. You noticed the glove he wore. It looked quite clean beside a few splatters of what looked like paint. It could’ve just as easily been blood.

“Anything else you might like?”, you motioned to the top counter,”The pastries on that counter there are half off!”

He stared for a second at a few of the cupcakes and meringues. This gave you a second to look him over.

He had honey gold shirt beneath the yellow striped black over coat with matching pants. The over coat was unbuttoned and could see his orange suspenders. His hand seemed to be covered in 30 grand worth of gold rings alone. You noticed a glinter towards his neck. He seemed to be sporting a gold collar and tag.

‘Like a dog’s collar… almost…’

It dawned on you that the monster your protection fee was going to was the right hand man of the Don! It seemed impossible that someone so important would be doing a job like this! You watched him continue to stare are the shortcakes and pies. A small panic set over you, worries of death taking hold for just a moment. You quickly brushed them away as you turned around to busy yourself. Or so you thought.

“It seems like everyone is dropping like flies these days. In all honesty,” you spoke without thinking,”I’ve been to more funerals than birthdays over the years. Real shame when a honest person has to sell there soul to make a quick buck. Mr and Mrs Hung likely aren’t taking the news well… I should see them after I close up shop. It’s a real shame that Larry died. I bet his poor mother is grieving.”

“Not yet.” He says snapping you out of your self talk.

“Pardon?”

“Mrs. Hung has yet to be informed of her son’s death following the shoot out of last night.”

You gasped,”Is that why you’re here today sir?”

He nodded gravely,”I have to inform her and many others of their kids death.”

You felt yourself tearing up,” Oh they won’t take this well… Their baby boy wasn’t more than seventeen. I should bring something by later… Maybe a blueberry swirl? They’d like that…”

Mutt stood up to his fullest height as he placed a blueberry swirl cheesecake on the counter.

“That all sir…” you tried to bury your sadness.

”May you…”, he looked awkward,” May you come with me? You seem to know the family well and I’m not sure if they’d let me in if I came alone… The other families didn’t answer the door when I came to give them their child’s last paycheck and tell they not to worry about this and next months fee…” his voice trailed off

You could already see the fragile old woman crying as her husband held her close. However when you looked up at Mutt… His tired look and saddened face made your heart shatter just as much.

You sighed,”I’ll come with you, sir. It’s the least I can do.”

—

As the two of you walked out of Hung family home, you mind still rang with Mrs. Hung’s guttural wail. You wanted to break down right there on their front porch. However Mutt with a concerned look, took your arm. You let lead you away to a park not too far from the little home. Your shoulders shook. Mutt sat you down on a bench. He silently watched your tears fall. He held out a honey orange handkerchief and sighed.

“I am so sorry for your loss.”

You tried to dry your tears,”I’ve seen him grow up. Every Sunday they’d come on in after church, they’d grab a couple of shareable pastries, and chat up a storm with me. He took his first date to my cafe. You could tell if he was sad, he’d always stop by and get a small sweet or two. Always right after school. I was his first job employer, taught him how to make a resume. When the depression first hit he’d still stop by but he couldn’t buy anything, so I’d sneak him a sweet! I remember when he told me he joined a mafia… I almost didn’t believe him until the next week he came round to collect. He promised me he’d only ever collect. How did he stray so dangerously? How’d I not know…?”

You started weeping into the handkerchief. Mutt broke his semi-professionalism by pulling you into a hug. You welcomed the warmth, but the tears still fell. You cried for a good while as you tried to calm down. You can grieve later , but stop taking up the skeletons time.

You did eventually stop but you were slightly reluctant to let go of the monster.

You sighed and let go,”Thank you Mr…”

His face twitched into a small smile,”Rus”

“Thank you Mr. Rus. Susie’s shoes, all this crying has me craving something sweet. Come back and have a bite with me?” You offered, even Mr. Rus looked like his day was hitting hard.

“I-I… Yes please” he sounded beaten down.

You nodded, gently taking his arm, leading him back to your cafe.

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Geez oof wow this was sadder than I thought. I actually had a draft that went into the interactions with the Hung parents. I just couldn’t write it. So small bit of background :) Rus is called Mutt as he does anything his brother commands. Mal is called Brat but make No mistake he is terrifying! After all he is the Don. I could find any fanart for this AU so I made it up. So basically FS in the modernized 1920-1930s! Idk I just yes I love this thing I wrote. :3 (maybe I’ll go into Mal?)