#and yet you almost can't tell they're even in her eyes LOL

[thefreelanceangel]

what, I wonder, is worse to be the only living thing alone on a dead planet

or to be as I exist half-dead, yet breathing alone avoided by all warmth and life

[hotdogdynamitezzz]

Alluring Aspects In a Chart

By: @hotdogdynamitezzz

Disclaimer: These are all based on personal subjective opinion which is NOT an indication of what makes you alluring. You can work with any energy in your chart and turn it into your own alluring personal power💞

Venus conjunct/opposite Ascendant: Boys are absolutely obssessed with these people because they have a disney princess appearance. They're quite warm and eye-catching with a girl-next door vibe and sweet feminine beauty. Their eyes are sparkly for some reason? I swear they twinkle LOL. But most importantly their personalities catch others hearts as they're full of love and wear their hearts on their sleeve (even if it's for show)

Mars conjunct/opposite Ascendant: These people are exciting to look at, people can't stop looking at their every move in general because they're full of life and passion. People sexualize them a lot because mars rules over sexual desire. In general, they have an invincible and powerful energy, I think it signifies a person with authority and they're automatically very well respected.

Uranus conjunct/opposite Ascendant: They catch anyones attention just because of how they shake up a room when they enter yet it's still well recieved. They have a different energy they bring that turns heads. It's like a lightning strike hit and you can't help but stare at the beauty of the flash but also jump from the suddenness of their movements lol. They are definitely the type of person men refer to as "not like other girls" even if they are. Their presence is just electrifying and you can't ignore them when they walk into a room, usually they have a certain style they own like ariana grandes iconic ponytail.

Pluto square Ascendant: I've seen more intense reactions from the square than any other aspect for pluto - ascendant. They have a mysterious and dark sultry vibe. Not necessarily intense until they let you into their life, but people and especially men just like to look at them. People are curious about their personal lives and can act stalkerish towards them.

Neptune conjunct Ascendant: Definitely the most popular among celebrities because of how the public eye fantasizes about these people. Others hold expectations and delusions that are completely different than their real personality. Its a higher octave of venus and usually brings fame because their entire appearance and first impressions are a glamorized illusion. People want to figure them out and become very obsessed with this individual. They are the epitome of a walking daydream.

Venus conjunct Pluto: Femme fatales, they create an intense connection with whomever they meet and it almost feels like a spell has been cast when you're in their presence. They're quite stylish and make you feel special with how much they just know about you. People easily feel addicted to their energy and are usually over sexualized because of how magnetic their energy is. I've been around this placement and I'm telling y'all the magnetic pull is REAL. You can't explain it but only feel it.

Moon conjunct/square Pluto: I've noticed women with these placements have people absolutely obsessed with them to the point of people knocking at their door after a simple "hello". It's not just men but women who obssess over them but for different reasons. Often times others feel very intensely in the presence of these individuals because they bring out the darkest secrets and fantasies in anyone they talk to. They have the ability to literally drive people mad and make anyone act up for unexplainable reasons.

Venus conjunct Jupiter: I know someone who has this and it's a prominent aspect in the charts of many 🌽 stars and instagram models. It completely emphasizes and enhaces the beauty and sex appeal of this individual. Their hearts are so full and loving but I also see this in the chart of sex addicts. I literally watch men fall at my friends feet because she has it opposite her ascendant too lmao. You likely have extraordinary features that make you stand out and could be known globally for your beauty.

Moon conjunct Ascendant: Again that magentic moon pull we always underestimate. Look at Bella Hadid, its her walk and the glow in her eyes that people fawn over. She just radiates ethereal energy which is what I've seen time amd time again in people with this aspect. They share an elegant and enchanting look that's approachable at the same time. Men are obsessed with moon energy I swear to god. Its like people are the tides and the moon person is controlling them unknowingly. Moon people SWAY you, it's hypnotic.

Mercury conjunct Venus: It specifically HAS to be the conjunction at a tight orb. I actually see this commonly in people with alluring voices who are very charming and persuasive. Crowds gather as they speak because everyone wants to listen to what they say, you will find yourself unknowingly agreeing to every point they make because they are that convincing, along with wondering how you connected so well with them after every conversation. They're literally on everyones minds and have a distinct unforgettable vibe. They remind me of snake charmers.

Lilith in 1st house/conjunct Ascendant: This is pretty obvious and gets brought up everytime, but basically you embody the dark feminine energy and have very seductive almost vampiric features. I've seen more women obsessed with them than men tbh? They're worshipped yet feared by women because they're seen as a threat. Men see them as a sex symbol.

Lilith in 7th house/opposite Ascendant: This one is a hidden gem but everyone I've met with this placement always looks sweet and innocent but is secretly a fucking freak lmao. Big time girl next door appearance and energy that boys fall over for. Men will try to cheat with or on them, and women seem to hate them a lot for some reason. I think its because the 7th house is associated with venus which translates to women also being quite jealous as it's like venus conjunct lilith. I think this often leads to people overtly sexualizing and crushing on them. They're usually heartbreakers in school, homewreckers, or people just assuming they're gonna steal someones man. It's literally Cady Heron from mean girls while a 1st house lilith would be Regina George for reference.

Special Mention Vedic Nakshatras and Planets:

Rahu in the 1st/2nd House: Famous, Attracts extreme reactions from people and could be interpreted as obsession.

Mercury in the 1st/2nd House: It keeps on showing up? Mercury in vedic has to be related to sex somehow I swear. I know the nakshatra ashlesha rules over a sexual organ. In general their deities the nagas gives these people captivating energy.

Ashlesha, Jysetha, Rohini, Mrigashira, Ashwini, and Purva Phalguni are the most common nakshatras I've seen where people absolutely fawn over. Snake nakshatras are prominent for seduction, like I said they're charmers.

[jxngs]

FUUBUTSUSHI | 風物詩 — 2

· . ༄࿔ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: Snow whispers softly, Blind eyes in winter's embrace, Curse king's frozen game.

⤿ or in which a blind girl is forced to play shogi with the king of curses.

Sukuna / Ryomen Sukuna | Original Female Character(s)

Tags: Slow Burn × Size Difference × Heian Period × Romance × Violence × Enemies to Lovers × kind of lol × Canon-Typical Violence × Betrayal × Disabled Character

[Ch. 1] | [AO3]

"Let's make a wager today."

Yukina felt excited about the idea. She was already having fun with the King, and he somehow made it even more interesting. Perhaps it would motivate him to try harder to win. If that's the case, so be it! She and Sukuna have been playing shogi for a while, and he was never close to winning.

Outside of playing, the young female didn't do much. Eat, play, eat, sleep. At first, she needed to be escorted by Uraume every time. It took her almost three days to memorize the paths that led her to her room, the kitchen, and the room where she played with the King. It wasn't his chambers; that's what she knew for sure.

She also met a couple of the servants and even one of the concubines so far. They didn't engage in conversation with her that much unless they had to directly interact with her. Even the concubine didn't bother with her once she found out that her stay was temporary.

Well, it's temporary until Sukuna wins.

If you asked Yukina, she'd tell you that her stay is permanent, given the way things are going.

Loss after loss.

It didn't matter to her, though. She was having fun.

"Sure! That'll be fun," she responded to him.

"If you lose, you'll have to give me your eyes as a keepsake."

Oh.

That was definitely one of the weirder bets she had; why would someone want something so useless? It didn't make sense to her at all. Perhaps if she saw some value in it, she would be weirded out by the whole idea rather than being confused.

"You can just take them," Yukina said a few seconds later.

"You want me to take them now?" Sukuna asked incredulously.

Isn't that what he wanted...? Did she misunderstand his words?

"It's not like I use them." She giggled—as if that's the most normal thing to say. "I usually wager with my life."

"Why would you? Are you that confident in your skills?"

"Well, once a shogi master loses, they're considered to be a normal human. And I..." Yukina gripped her kimono and tilted her head down, hiding her face. "I can't live with that."

The King was silent.

This pathetic human managed to catch him off guard every single time.

In his eyes, she was already a 'normal human', yet to see her think so highly of one board game to the point of losing her life over it... It's truly pathetic. So pathetic that he wanted to laugh. Laugh at how she was going to lose her life whether she wagered on it or not.

Yet, the way that she was willing to give up her eyes without any reason made him feel puzzled. Weren't humans oddly attached to their things? Whether it was a limb, a house, a wisdom tooth, or even a teapot they had only recently bought, they would never let go of it.

Yukina, on the other hand, offered them with no hesitation. Her body was relaxed, and she had her usual small, guileless smile gracing her face. Her demeanour didn't change at that, but the idea of losing her status as a shogi master disrupted her features.

Was it because it was the only thing she found value in in herself?

Sukuna couldn't handle it.

He couldn't handle how she was getting him to overthink. He couldn't handle how a young, disabled woman like her was willing to lose her life over something she valued when most people didn't do half of that. Sorcerers of all kinds had their pride, and they would never admit to such a thing.

His own pride wouldn't allow him to be less than her.

With a hand movement, his lower set of eyes was sliced, splattering blood on her and the floor. 

"W-What?" Her timid voice stuttered.

Her slender fingers reached to her cheeks, trembling. Her seraphic smile no longer graced her face. She was scared. Terrified and confused.

And he loved it.

It made him think if she was the same when he attacked her hometown. Was she crying and trembling? Yelling for her father in broken words? Oh, she must've felt so lost and so confused.

Seeing her break like that reminded him of how human she is, after all. 

Yukina was not an angel.

"King S-Sukuna," her voice snapped him out of his thoughts. "What happened?"

"Let's start the game." The King shrugged her off, already picking up a piece.

A bloody hand suddenly covered the board, hovering over it to not dirty it. Her pale complexion made the crimson red on her fingers pop more, and it made him wonder if it'd look just as good if her entire body was covered in it.

"No!" Yukina protested. "I-I don't know why you hurt yourself, but— but we're not playing till you treat it."

Sukuna chuckled at her. She didn't know that he had healed himself to stop the bleeding. She was just so dumb that it was entertaining him beyond his expectations. 

Suddenly, she reached behind her head. Yukina started to untie her blindfold, though her movements were shaky. She then extended her hands with a thin, long piece of fabric resting on her palms.

"I don't w-want you to bleed more." She said.

His gaze flickered between her hands and face, his face blank and neutral. Did she really think that he was like her? It almost made him scoff.

Her eyes were shut, but he could see the concern and worry in her expression. It was as if she was pleading for him to take care of his self-inflicted wound. It had him pause for a second, but...

Sukuna took the blindfold from her; however, he held it in his lower left hand. He didn't take his eyes off her, and he could see her smile at him in relief.

"You're dismissed for today."

Yukina slowly nodded her head at him.

Was she upset?

It was painfully obvious how she wore her heart on her sleeve. Her lips were pouty while she started to tap the floor around, trying to find her white cane. The glowing halo around her dimmed, and she was mindlessly searching. He could hear how slow her heartbeat was compared to earlier. 

Sukuna found himself puzzled by her again. He knew he should've taken it as it is. Yukina was a simple-minded woman who was overly trusting. Her intentions were clear, and she lacked the deceit that people had.

So, why couldn't he think of her in a simple way?

He took the cane that rolled away a bit far and handed it to her silently. Her head snapped up toward him, and it suffocated him.

"Thank you," she breathed out, gently grabbing it from him with a small bow.

She stood up from her place, leaning on the wooden pole for support. Her thick, white lashes rested comfortably against her skin as she began to walk out. The soft tapping filled the silence in the room. It had a rhythm and a specific pace, and it swayed from left to right.

Honestly, Yukina was obviously upset about how their playtime was cut short. 

The only thing she looked forward to in her current days was her time with the King. She got to talk to him and explain sequences with ease, and over time, he began to indulge in her talks more and more.

Did she do something wrong? 

Just as her mind was about to convince her of that, his voice rang through the room.

"What did you want in case you won?" he asked her.

Her tapping came to a stop, and she turned around to face him.

"I wanted... to visit the gardens here."

The King didn't say anything in return, and thus, her tapping continued. 

Yukina walked through the halls with a quickened heart rate. The corners of her lips were tugging upwards, though it looked odd with the blood on her face. The King was an odd person in her eyes, but he was still kind nonetheless. She couldn't understand why he would injure himself so suddenly, or why he decided not to play with her for the day. She didn't sense any sort of negative emotions from his voice, so it wasn't like he was angry or upset, right?

Nonetheless, she hoped that things would be better tomorrow. Perhaps they'd wager on something again, but the consequences wouldn't end up like how it did today. Her request was tame in comparison to his: to visit the gardens or to lose her life. It didn't matter anyway. The outcome would always be the same.

She was so deep in her thoughts that she found herself already in front of her chambers. Sliding the door open, she stepped inside and closed it behind her. Since they didn't play a single match today, she had a lot of free time. The problem is she didn't know what to do. Yukina didn't have friends to chat with, and there wasn't really a hobby she could do while blind.

With a sigh, she sat down on her futon and placed her cane to the side. Her hands fiddled with her kimono sleeve in boredom as she thought of what she could do.

Back at her family's house, she would try to do embroidery in her free time since she could rely on her tactile senses for that. However, she didn't have anything to do so, and she'd need someone to sort out the colors for her first. It wasn't her place to ask the King for such a thing either.

Yukina decided to start braiding her hair. Normally, it'd be left down, reaching her mid-thigh, with her signature clip holding some pieces behind. Her hair was too heavy to be wrapped in a bun, so she would rather braid it instead.

Her nimble fingers were already threaded in her long locks, and she started to softly hum a tune to ease her boredom. From what she knew, no one lived in a room near her, so she didn't have to worry about being loud and annoying. It made her feel a lot more comfortable to do so.

Her fingers worked rhythmically, weaving strands of her hair together with practiced ease. The gentle hum of her voice filled the quiet room, a melody that echoed softly off the paper walls. It was an old tune, one her mother used to sing to her when she was a child. The notes carried a sense of nostalgia, a comfort that eased the restlessness in her heart.

As the braid grew longer, Yukina found herself lost in the repetitive motion, her thoughts drifting like leaves on a calm stream. She wondered what the gardens looked like. She had never seen them, but she imagined them in her mind: the flowers would be hidden beneath the white, the trees bare and skeletal, yet there was a serene beauty in that stillness. She could almost hear the soft crunch of snow underfoot, the crisp air filling her lungs as she wandered through the frozen landscape.

A quiet sigh escaped her lips as she tied off the end of her braid. Yukina still continued to sing and hum, deep in her thoughts. The King had been strange today, stranger than usual. She couldn't shake the image of him, the way his voice had wavered when he spoke to her.

The King was a mystery, one she had yet to fully understand. But there was something about him, something that drew her in.

The hum of her tune faded, leaving her in a silence that was almost too loud. She wished she could see his face, read the expressions that she could only imagine. But all she had were his words, his voice, and the emotions she could sense but not see. It wasn't enough, and yet, it was all she had.

Her train of thought was cut short when she heard a knock on her door.

"Come in," she said, pushing her hair back.

The door slid open, and they entered. The footsteps sounded heavier and different from usual. Uraume was the only person who would visit her, often to give her food or clothes, but it didn't sound like them.

"... Who is it?" Yukina asked.

There was a pause, then.

"Your playmate." A familiar deep voice rumbled through her ears, but it sounded unusually close now.

Oh?

The King never visited her before. She didn't expect to hear from him until tomorrow.

She turned her body to face him, head tilted upward. It was amusing to see her 'gaze' on his torso rather than his face, but she was blissfully unaware.

"King Sukuna," she greeted him, shocked. "Can I be of any help?"

A large, calloused hand touched her cheek, and it made her flinch from the sudden touch. It always surprised her whenever people touched her suddenly; deep down, she didn't like it. She didn't show any of that, though.

His thumb ran over the same spot many times before doing the same on her other cheek. Yukina was frozen in place—cheeks red and hands gripping her clothes. What is going on?

"You didn't clean your face well." The King finally clarified to her once he pulled away. You can hear the amusement in his voice.

It made her cheeks burn more in embarrassment, and she said, "I didn't know. Thank you."

If she was able to see, she would've averted her gaze.

"Follow me." He said after a round of silence.

Yukina couldn't even process it until she heard him already walking away. She scrambled around to find her cane to quickly go after him, not questioning where he was taking her.

The walk was fairly silent until a small sneeze escaped her, her nose scrunched up. Another one rang through the halls before she was able to apologize. God, she hated it whenever she sneezed. It was common, and she had done it in front of the King multiple times already. She simply didn't know why it happened so much, but it was a lot worse during spring.

"Sorry," she mumbled, her ears pink.

He didn't say anything in response and continued to walk. It was hard for her to figure out where he was walking. Sometimes, she would end up going the wrong way, and she wouldn't know till she heard his footsteps start to fade away. If it wasn't for her actively thinking about it, she would've ended up lost.

Just as she was going to turn to the right, something tugged on her clothes from behind, and she was stuck in place. 

"Huh—"

"Not that way." The King said with a flat tone.

"O-Oh!!"

Yukina stopped trying to walk forward and turned around to where he was. He still held on to the back of her kimono, and if he used a bit more strength, it would lift her up off her feet. It was similar to how a mother cat would hold her kitten. She felt too flustered and helpless to say anything. At least they didn't waste time because of her.

Soon enough, she heard him slide a door open and let go of her clothes. She smoothed it out the best she could, but her movements came to a stop when she felt cold air hit her face, blowing her hair away. Her hands came to a stop, and she gasped when she realized where they were.

"Woah~!" Yukina breathed out excitedly once she stepped out on the engawa¹.

In a second, she was already stepping off and walking around. Her steps were faster than normal, as she breathed in the crisp air. It was snowing, but she didn't care. All that mattered to her was how nice it was to feel it reach her body softly. The young woman was too mesmerized by the smells and sounds of nature to realize that he wasn't there with her.

Sukuna stood on the wooden porch, his face void of any emotion. His gaze rested on Yukina; he watched her from afar for a few seconds, then walked away. Humans were too boring and pathetic sometimes, and he couldn't bear to see it.

It was such a stupid request, and if it wasn't for her winning at a game of wits—unintentionally, he wouldn't have granted it.

If anything, his hatred for her grew more and more. And seeing her smile and blend in with the white-covered landscape further strengthened his hate. Sukuna hoped that she would accidentally die out there so the vow would be nullified. He would do anything to get her out of his face. To go and slaughter her village for binding him to a weak, dumb mortal.

Her innocence frustrated him beyond belief. How can someone be so ignorant and foolish to trust anything?

Despite being far from the garden now, he could hear her talking to herself. It took him a second to focus and realize that she thought he was still there, too.

Hah.

That made him laugh more than he had expected.

Yukina's mood was completely different from earlier—that was evident from how she excitedly talked about her surroundings. How she loved winter and its calmness. How the coldness in her lungs made her feel alive. How apparently everything was covered in white. She even asked him if that's true, but she was so into her rambling that she didn't think twice of his silence.

He heard her sit down and go quiet for a second.

Did she finally realize that she was alone? Oh, he would've loved to see her reaction to that.

Instead, she began to talk softly about how she wished she could see, and it made him stop in his tracks. Yukina had never brought that topic up before.

With curious ears, he listened.

She was so soft-spoken, but she didn't sound weak. It was as if she wasn't bothered by her disability as much as he thought she would be. She simply accepted it long ago, yet he could pick up on the yearning in her voice.

"I bet it's so pretty," she said. "I often long to see everything around me. The mountains and its rocks. The moon and its stars. Apparently, even the sun and its skies look pretty during sunset."

Sukuna couldn't recall the last time he paid attention to his surroundings. Or if he ever did.

"You know... My mother used to always say how she chose my name because I reminded her of the snow during winter."²

Yukina's words rang in his brain, and he remembered how she looked earlier. Her hair was braided this time, yet her front pieces fluttered and moved with the wind. Pink dusted her cheeks and nose, and her light blue kimono made her stand out even more. Her skin was so white it was a few shades away from matching the white fabric that covered her eyes.

For a second, it made him wonder what her eyes were like. Was it brown like the girls in their era? Or did it have that milkiness that some blind people have? Did they stand out with her white lashes?

The image of her twirling around under the falling snow kept relaying in his mind. It made his usually hot body drop in temperature, feeling the coldness grace his skin. Engulfing him and wrapping itself from behind.

She really did look like she was winter personified.

And he hated how he agreed with that. How he kept thinking of her.

With a sneer, Sukuna walked away. He was no longer interested in hearing her realize his absence.

Notes:

¹. Engawa: A covered corridor which runs around the outside perimeter of a building, similar to a porch.

². Yukina's name: The 雪 (yuki) in her name means snow.

[bcolfanfic]

young vets au - robert no rizz rosie rosenthal headcanons (a collaboration with @swifty-fox)

stays active duty in the air force for a smidge longer than the other guys and almost goes down the JAG path but realizing he likes his law interest separate from the military is what kinda pushes him towards wanting to just go back to practicing law "normally".

moves to upstate new york, settles back in and makes a nice lil quiet life for himself. outside of work he likes watching birds and is a lil (a lot) nerdy- bless him. he's a good man savannah!!! a good man!!

the guys are always texting him pics of birds like hey. what is this.

adopts as a single dad which he will say over and over and over was the single best decision he ever made in his time on earth.

that little girl is his whole world plus some and he just adores her. since it's just the two of them they're super close. for not being his biologically, she's just about his clone.

his bird watching buddy, his best friend <3

but he does kinda wish it wasn't *just* the two of them sometimes. feels like he's gonna be the last one standing of the guys finding someone and settling down. (outside of demarco. he'll bring a new girl to every reunion until the end of time. it is what it is)

the guys try to set him up with women they know, friends, friends of friends, cousins etc

it doesn't go well, well.

he's attractive and a sweet man- it's just that he opens his mouth and...

"we should start telling these girls he's mute so he has a better shot at at least getting his dick wet" - demarco, to the "The Bachelor Rosenthal Edition" group chat one night

he's a good sport about things but it does get to him when he thinks about it for too long

is on the phone with curt one night and gets a little choked up talking about how he doesn't understand why he can't click with anyone like that, that he feels broken and like there's something wrong with him.

in his comforting him- curt's third eye flies open. takes him a hot minute to figure out how he's supposed to bring this up without freaking him out, but he gets there.

"'m gonna say something and you aren't gonna freak out on me, alright? have y'- have you considered that maybe it's not you, it's that they're y'know, women?"

no, rosie hadn't considered that.

after a longer come to jesus talk he agrees to let curt set him up with one of his buddies with the promise that curt will fill him in on everything first.

thinks curt is onto something with that earlier question, but he's a sweetheart and doesn't want to hurt this guy if they are wrong here.

and it ends up going, unlike every other date he's been on, good.

curt's friend, aiden, is a little nerdy too. thinks rosie is just darling and is happy to listen to him yap about his job, bird watching and the air force and his daughter.

the group chat is popping bottles when it hits 11pm and none of them have heard from him about how it went yet.

few things in curt's life have made him feel more like a mastermind than when rosie eventually does touch base with him the next day.

"so y' got laid??"

"well uh- no, i uh, y'know, shotoffalittleearly."

curt loves him and doesn't wanna laugh at him but can't help it bc he just finds this whole thing so endearing LOL. tells him he's glad he had fun, he has time to work on well-

rosie doesn't let him finish that sentence.

which is ironic when he does end up texting curt (and bucky) with some uh questions about things that he didn't really want to google.

things with curt's buddy work out long term. rosie loves him, the guy loves rosie and more importantly, he adores his daughter. funny how life works out.

***they work out but their first fight rosie thinks its the end of everything even though it was over something super menial. texts curt to be like thanks for the set up/sorry i ruined it and curt is like buddy. he's been texting me asking if i can get you to talk to him. take a deep breath please.

[ughgoaway]

How do Matty and teacher tell Annie that they're dating? And now I'm looking forward to hearing about mattys first time going to teachers house!

Your writing is my favourite at the moment, I've got my notifications on for every time you post ❤️

ohmygod it never occurred to me someone might have my notifs on… thank you so much??? I'm so so glad you like my writing!!! <3333

I'll definitely do a blurb on Matty's first visit at some point!! perhaps his first visit is when you have your first time with him…

Maybe this is just me loving drama but I feel like they don't tell Annie as much as Annie finds out...

Now I'm not 100% sure of the scenario but ik I have discussed this with someone before on dms but I can't remember who?? so sorry to whoever it was, I obviously loved the concept lol <3

I think it's some event at the school, maybe a school disco/dance for the parents and the kids. you and Matty have been together a few weeks/months and have been eyeballing each other the whole night.

Annie is busy dancing with her friends and one of their parents is watching her, so Matty gives you a nod and you both sneak off to your classroom.

you're not planning on having sex or anything, but you're still in that honeymoon stage where you just want to be around each other all the time so you sneak off to do just that.

you're sat on your desk waiting for Matty to follow, he left 30 seconds after you so it wouldn't arouse any suspicion. he comes in and clicks the door shut, and you feel a weight lift off your chest when you see him.

"hi," you breathe out and stick your arms out for Matty to slide into.

"hi sweetheart" he says, coming to hug you and resting his chin on your head. you bury your head in his chest and breathe him in, already missing how he smells just from the hour you've been apart.

"missed you" you mumble into his chest. you feel his laugh vibrating you and pull back with a pout.

"Baby we haven't even really been apart. I've been less than 30 ft from you the whole time" he smiles and tucks your hair behind your ear, moving his hand to trace your cheekbone afterwards.

"I know I know. I just want to be with you rather than just around you. I hate keeping this secret" Matty nods and leans to press a kiss to your still pouty lips.

"Me too, but we just can't tell anyone yet. we can't risk you losing your job or some dickhead going to the media. I can't bear another deux moi post about "Matty Healy's new beau"" he pulls one hand from your waist to air quote but swiftly puts it back and pulls you impossibly closer.

"yeah. at least I get you in private though" You smile up at Matty and you can almost see the love pouring from his eyes.

"you always had me, you just didn't know it" he presses another kiss to your lips, sweet and innocent but still lingering in the way you love.

You're both so wrapped up in the kiss you don't hear the door creek open and the sound of little footsteps coming in. Only when it slams shut do you rip apart from each other.

standing there in her sparkly pink dress is little Annie with her mouth open in shock. yours is pretty much the same, your hand moving up to cover your face out of embarrassment.

Matty immediately swoops into dad mode though, not even taking a second to breathe before running over to Annie and bending down to her.

"hi, peanut. Are you okay? Do you need something?" Matty was still delusional and hoping she hadn't just seen what he thought she had.

He was wrong.

"why were you kissing y/n? Only people who are in love kiss. Are you in love?" Annie's head is spinning and she keeps on flicking her eyes between you and Matty, trying to process what's happening.

you and Matty haven't even spoken about the L word yet, and now somehow the situation is exponentially more awkward.

"uhhh… it's kinda hard to explain sweetheart. do you wanna come sit on y/n's chair while we talk?" Annie nods tentatively and it breaks Matty's heart. it's clear she's hurt by whatever just happened, she might not know exactly what's going on but she knows she's been lied to.

tears are building at her lashline and her eyes are shiny, but they don't fall. Which almost kills you. seeing Annie this upset over something you did is the worst possible scenario.

Annie sits there silently which is the biggest red flag, normally she's a chatterbox but she sits there and fiddles with the hem of her dress anxiously. you and Matty share a brief worried look before Matty starts to attempt to explain.

he takes a deep breath and starts, "Okay Annie, so you know how when two people really like each other they start dating?"

Annie nods and finally looks up to meet Matty's eyes, "Like Auntie Charli and Uncle George?" she asks. her lips are ever so slightly shaking as she tries to hold in her emotions.

God for a 6-year-old she is very good at regulating herself The same couldn't be said for you, as you were already wiping tears that were escaping your eyes.

Matty notices and places a hand on your knee before he continues, "Yes just like that sweetheart. me and y/n are dating. she's my girlfriend"

Annie nods slowly and then looks at you, noticing you're crying for the first time. she gets an even more worried look on her face and springs out of her chair.

"oh no did I make you sad miss y/n?" she asks looking up at you. if you didn't already have a broken heart you're sure it would've just shattered.

you get down to her height on the floor and stroke her hair as you speak, "Oh no! Not at all, darling. I'm just sad about making you upset sweet girl" You sniffle and give her a weak smile.

She nods slowly and looks back up to Matty who is watching the situation with his lip anxiously between his teeth.

"so… you like miss y/n?" Annie asks, matty nods at her and has to fight a smile at the question.

"Yes I do darling, I like her a lot." you flick your head to Matty and give him a gentle smile that he returns, moving his band to stroke your back.

"oh… okay." Annie is still taken aback and trying to process everything but that doesn't stop her from asking "Can I have a hug y/n?" 

you immediately crumble and start borderline sobbing as you pull her in and squeeze all the air out of her lungs. "of course Annie, you can always have a hug"

you look at Matty with hopeful eyes and you can see the tears brimming in his. this was not how you wanted this to go, but sometimes you don't get to choose.

Once you pull away Matty bends down too and offers Annie a hug with his open arms which she happily accepts, bounding into his body with such force Matty can't help but make an "oof" sound at her impact.

you lean your head on his shoulder and Annie pulls back again, looking at the two of you with a smile on her face.

"Can I tell Rosie?" she asks curiously. 

fuck.

How do you explain the intricacies of keeping a relationship secret to a child?

Matty smiles sadly and grabs her hand, "No I'm sorry baby, this has to be a secret just between me, you and miss y/n okay? if anyone finds out it means she might not be able to work here anymore"

that shocks Annie, straightening her spine immediately as she nods furiously. "Okay, daddy. just between us."

she looks at you and says, "You're my most favourite teacher. Please don't go" You immediately smile and raise your head off mattys shoulder before assuring her.

"I'm not going anywhere Annie don't you worry, as long as we keep it secret I'll be okay" You give her a reassuring nod and reach out to squeeze her hand.

"Good. you shouldn't kiss at school though. then everyone will see you and find out" she says looking at you both with a tilted head and disappointment dripping from her voice.

obviously you and Matty can't hide your laughter and soon enough Annie joins in giggling.

"Alright, you cheeky girl" Matty says, pinching her sides and pulling her in for another hug. This time you swing your arm around her too and settle your head on Matty's shoulder, looking up at him with a relieved smile.

your little family.

Annie wrenches away quickly leaving you and Matty shocked, looking at her curiously.

Before either of you can ask if she's okay Annie chimes in, "So are you in love?" she asks innocently, unaware of the massive repercussions that might come from her question.

Once again, Matty swoops in and saves the day before you both become stuttering messes.

"how about we get back to the disco hmm?" He stands up and gives you a hand, pulling you up too before grabbing Annie's hand and starting to walk to the door.

"we can get you a pick n' mix, how does that sound Annie?"

Annie squeals and nods, pulling Matty so hard in the direction of the hall that he's scared she'll rip his arm off.

situation diffused… for now.

[dandylovesturtles]

This one is breaking the rules but aaaauuugh they're both really good prompts so I will do April and Raph Trick, just for you anon

(and answering this as a screenshot in case I ever want to write that other prompt too lol)

CWs: none really, other than some brief discussion of injuries from the fic

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April's on a jet ski with Warren Stone when a very loud and repetitive sound comes from a fog horn in the sky. It takes her a moment to realize the sound is her ringtone, and it's actually coming from her bedstand. Blearily she blinks open her eyes and rolls over, fumbling until she finally grabs it and stares at the screen.

5:03 AM is what she sees first, and she prepares herself to verbally murder whoever is on the other end of the line, until she actually pays attention to the caller ID and accompanying picture.

Raph. An old picture of him making a silly face for the camera.

She's suddenly wide awake. Raph would never wake her up so early on a school morning for no reason. Which means something's happened.

She swipes to answer before the ringtone dies, nearly yanking her charger out of the wall with how fast she raises the phone to her ear.

"Hello?"

"Um, hey, April..." His voice sounds hesitant, and April's suspicions are confirmed. "Sorry for calling so early, I just... wanted to catch you before you went to class."

"It's fine, big guy," she says, because it's Raph, and because his tone is screaming that something is wrong, bad wrong, and she could never be mad at him for calling her at any time when something is wrong. "What's up?"

"It's, uh... well. Something happened. It's... I don't even know where to start."

He's not telling her to meet them somewhere, so whatever happened isn't currently still occurring. April decides, then, to cut to the chase.

"Who's hurt?"

She hears Raph take a shaky breath, hears what sounds like a thud as he leans heavy against a wall. Then...

"Leo."

Blood turns to ice in her veins. She sets up fully in bed, pulling her legs to her chest and closing her eyes. Not again.

"What stunt did he pull this time?" she asks, but there's no heat to it, just the echoes of the distress she's barely holding back. Raph, at least, seems to understand.

"We don't know. We were chasing these yokai guys - there were three of 'em, so we split up. Leo chased one of 'em up onto the rooftops, and... uh..." Raph clears his throat. "We think... well, Donnie thinks he fell. Or was... maybe pushed."

Fell off a roof. April almost feels like she heard wrong, it feels impossibly mundane. Those boys have been running around on rooftops since before she knew them, and their shells are tough; she can't imagine any of them being too hurt by a tumble unless it was from really high up.

But she can tell from Raph's tone of voice that Leo was hurt - seriously. If this were a, "Haha, Leo fell and broke his leg," moment, she would have gotten that call from the boy himself.

She keeps her eyes closed, like that will somehow force reality away. Predictably, it doesn't work. "How bad is it?"

Raph takes too long to answer, and she fists her hand in the sheets while she waits.

"He's, uh... Well, he's breathing right now," he says, quickly, and she sucks in air too sharp and fast, "but he wasn't when we found him. And... I... I don't know, April."

April listens helplessly as Raph's voice cracks on the other end of the line. She wishes they were having this conversation in person, so she could give him the biggest hug she can manage, but that's not how life is.

"He's... he's not waking up. He's just... laying there. He looks so still, he... Even after the Krang, he never..."

Raph chokes up, and she can tell he's trying hard not to cry. She wonders if he's let himself break down yet, and thinks probably not, because he probably hasn't left Leo's side until now, which means he's stayed strong for Donnie and Mikey.

But Raph doesn't have to stay strong for her. She's the big sister, after all.

"It's okay, Raph," she says, her own tears starting to fall, her own voice shaky, but she only lets as much show as she needs, to encourage Raph in his own feelings. "It's okay. I'm here."

There's another thump from the other side of the line, Raph hitting the floor, if she had to guess, followed by one sob, and then another. And then she can hear him crying in earnest, and she lets him, repeating the same things over and over, I'm here, it's okay, let it out, I love you, we'll figure it out.

Later, April will get a shopping list of anything the boys need from Mikey. Later, she'll will trek down to the sewers and see her boys. Later, she'll take care of chores and harass Donnie into sleeping and do everything she can to cheer Mikey up. Later, she'll talk to Splinter and help him stay present for his sons. Later, she'll hold Leo's cold hand in hers and try to will her baby brother to wake up by force.

Right now, she has a different baby brother to take care of, one who needs her because he feels like he can't go to anyone else. The clock reads 5:14 AM, and that's okay. She'll be here as long as she needs to.

[helloalycia]

first friend [one] // yelena belova

summary: you didn't expect to befriend an Avenger's sister, and yet you can't seem to imagine a life where she isn't in it.

warning/s: mentions of cheating.

author's note: it's been so long since i've updated this story and that's because i've been working on my own original fiction story, whilst also writing bits for this in between. here's a yelena imagine to make up for it! it's two parts so here is part one :)

some things to note: the snap didn't happen, thanos isn't a thing and natasha didn't die bc i said so lol

part two / masterlist / wattpad

YOUR POV

Befriending Yelena Belova, a Black Widow assassin and the Black Widow's little sister wasn't something I expected to happen. Aside from the fact that I didn't even know she existed until recently, I didn't think we'd hit it off. And yet, when I was filing some mission reports out in the Avengers Compound, I found myself having to call back a Miss Yelena Belova because she hadn't filled out her report correctly.

She earned my attention by knocking her knuckle on the desk next to mine, making me look up.

"You're Y/N Y/L/N?" she asked with a questioning look.

I nodded, returning her look with a confused one. "I am... and you are?"

"Yelena Belova," she answered, and I noticed her thick Russian accent, as if her name hadn't given it away already. "I was told to see you? Something about a report?"

"Oh, yes! Yes, thank you for coming," I said with a smile, before spinning around in my seat to face her fully. "It shouldn't take long. It's about your latest mission reports you've been sending in. They're missing a few important details, so I though I could show you how to fix it and then you won't have to keep coming back here."

"They're wrong?" she asked, lifting a brow.

"Just a few mistakes," I assured her before going to pull my laptop from my drawer to set up for her. She mumbled something to herself in Russian and though I wasn't sure what, I knew she sounded disappointed, so I added, "It gets easier once you're used to it, don't worry. You're new right?"

She hummed halfheartedly, more intrigued with the reports I was pulling up on the laptop. I motioned to the seat beside me and she moved from her hovering position to sit there, eyes still glued to the laptop.

"Let's see... here we are," I said, getting everything up on the screen before pushing the laptop between us so she could see it better. "Just some wrong codes which makes it harder to file correctly. You've been a little vague with some of the descriptions, and most importantly, you didn't get it signed off."

She frowned slightly and I tried to make her feel better since I knew what it was like to be new and not completely understand the system.

"I'll show you how to fix it," I told her with a reassuring smile, before taking another look at one of her reports. "Hey, this is quite the first mission, Agent Belova. High profile, working directly with the Black Widow – that's huge! Congrats!"

She winced, shaking her head quickly so that her fringe shook with her. "No, no, no. It's not Agent. Just Yelena."

"Oh. Sorry, Yelena."

"And you don't need to congratulate me. She's my sister," she continued with nonchalance, making me snort with a stifled laugh.

"Yeah, and the Hulk is my brother," I played along, before looking back to the screen to start from the top.

"She is," Yelena said with such conviction that I almost believed her. "Natasha Romanoff. My sister. She's a Black Widow. I'm a Widow, too."

I scoffed, waiting for her to tell me she was joking, but the longer she stared at me with expressionless eyes, the stupider I felt. She wasn't lying.

"You're serious," I realised, suddenly straightening up.

"Was I not serious looking? I thought I was pretty serious looking..."

"I didn't even know Agent Romanoff had a sister," I said with a mixture of amazement and surprise.

Yelena blinked, looked down at herself, then said, "Well, here I am."

I tried to disguise my surprise, but it was very obvious. After all, it wasn't everyday you met one of the Avengers' siblings.

"Right, yeah," I babbled, not sure how else to respond. "Er, sorry. Anyway... the report. It still needs to be amended."

She sighed impatiently and motioned for me to continue, so I went through one of them with her, thoroughly explaining the process in which to fill it in. After she was certain she understood, I left her to fill in the second report on her own whilst I got back to my PC to continue some work. Every now and then I'd glance at her to see if she was okay, and she'd have this very entertaining pout on her lips as she made some corrections. For somebody who was a trained assassin, she wasn't very intimidating. It was cute.

"What?" she asked, and I blinked when I realised she'd caught me staring.

Hoping she couldn't sense the heat rising in my cheeks, I shook my head. "Sorry, nothing."

She quirked a brow, hazel eyes lingering on mine momentarily before going back to her screen.

After about ten minutes, she let out a sigh of relief and pushed the laptop towards me, earning my attention.

"It is done," she said tiredly. "I think, anyway."

I smiled at her before checking it over, relieved when I'd seen she'd done it right. She'd saved me a job in the long run.

"It's looking good, Yelena, thank you," I told her. "You're alright to go now."

"Great." She slapped her hands on her thighs before standing up, letting out a dramatic breath.

"Nice meeting you," I said with a nod as she tucked the chair in, ready to leave. "Though hopefully not again if you get this right from now on."

At my poor attempt at a joke, she surprisingly cracked a smile. "Nice meeting you, too, Y/N. Thanks for the help."

"Anytime. S'what I'm here for."

And that was what I thought would be the first and last time I'd meet Yelena. You know, a nice little story to share at parties of how I met an Avengers' sister. But it was barely half a month later when she returned. Funnily enough, it was for the same reason – she was using the wrong code, making my job harder.

When I called her to my floor, I saw her first this time. I'd seen her around a few times since the last, though it was only in passing around the building. She definitely wouldn't have remembered me, but I'd heard enough about her to know who she was. Her eyes roamed the room before she caught my gaze and I waved her over with a friendly smile.

"Hey, Yelena," I said when she stopped before me. "You probably don't remember me, but I'm–"

"Y/N Y/L/N, right?" she asked, to my surprise.

"Yeah...," I said, before adding, "Sorry for calling you down again. It's just– you really need to get this right before I file it away and it's a bad habit to develop."

She pouted a little, nodding. "Right. Sorry."

"It's all good," I assured her, leading her over to the laptop already set up at my desk. "We can go through it again if it'll help."

She nodded and I sat with her for a bit, explaining what the different codes meant and how to differentiate for the sake of the filing system. She seemed to understand after a bit, so I left her to it as I returned to my computer beside her to do some work. It was quiet for a few minutes, as she correctly filed her latest reports, before she spoke up.

"You have a lot of... things," she noticed aloud, and when I glanced her way, she was touching one of the toys on my desk – a solar-powered dancing giraffe.

I smiled with amusement. "Yeah... I get tired of staring at a screen all the time, so it's nice to have stuff to play with."

She reached over for another one of the toys lining my desk – a Scooby Doo plushie – and held it up, quirking a brow. "This?"

Putting on my best Shaggy voice, I said with a grin, "That's Scoob."

She seemed mildly taken aback by my voice and blinked, making me realise she had no idea what I was doing.

"Scooby Doo?" I prompted, my face heating up with embarrassment, before taking the plushie from her and setting it back down to distract myself and not think about the funny look she was giving me. "My sister got it me as a present for my desk. I don't even like Scooby Doo that much, but it's cute..."

"I have no idea what a Scooby Doo is," she said, shaking her head.

I raised my brows, surprised. "No." Judging from her expression, she was serious, leading me to continue attempting to prompt some sort of memory of the famous cartoon. "Scooby Doo? Mystery Inc.? Shaggy? Velma? Daphne? Fred?"

"It's almost like I've been under mind control for the past decade and not had chance to watch any TV in my free time," she deadpanned, and my insides shrivelled up there and then.

Since Yelena had started working with her sister, storied had travelled through the grapevine about how she'd been under mind control and was freed, only for her to spend a lot of her time doing the same for the women in the Black Widow programme around the world, freeing them, too. It was honourable work, but easy to forget when it wasn't something that affected you directly.

"Oh, erm," I started, mouth going dry the longer she stared through my soul (or at least it felt that way), "sorry. I didn't mean to– oh God– I–"

"Kidding," she interrupted, her intimidating expression easing into a smile. She tilted her head, amused. "Kind of. I mean, that's definitely what happened, but no biggie."

I began to laugh awkwardly, swallowing the lump in my throat. "Right, yeah..."

"You're not mad, right?" she asked, in reference to her playing me.

So, I took my revenge, naturally. "Well, it was kind of shitty to make this whole thing awkward," I answered with a fake frown.

Her smile faded instantly when she realised I was offended, so I shot her a smile of my own, tilting my head.

"Kidding."

Upon realising I, too, was pulling her leg, she exhaled softly and rolled her eyes, but a playful smile was tugging at her lips.

"Anyway," I returned to the subject at hand, looking back to the plushie, "it's cool. Scooby Doo. Worth the watch, if you find the chance."

She hummed in response, but I wasn't sure if she was actually considering it or just making conversation.

Soon enough, we returned to our work before she finished up and filed everything correctly this time.

"Awesome, looks like you're all done here," I told her, the both of us standing up. "Was nice seeing you again, Yelena. Hopefully for the last time. I'm sure you're getting sick of being called down here."

She cracked a smile, hazel eyes looking green as they met mine. "It was nice meeting you properly, Y/N Y/L/N."

I wondered why she kept addressing me by my full name but said nothing of it as I nodded to her. "You, too. See you later."

Though Yelena and I had met twice because of work circumstances, we never became friends until afterwards. It wasn't long after that second encounter when I saw her again.

I was eating lunch with some colleagues in the café on one of the lower levels of the Compound when I recognised the blonde assassin approaching our table, to my surprise.

Immediately I lowered my sandwich and sent her a smile. "Yelena, hey!"

She was wearing workout clothes, though wasn't sweaty which made me think she was on her lunch break, too. "Hey, I saw you and thought I'd stop by to say hello."

This was surprising to hear, since the Avengers rarely ate anywhere but their designated floors, but I appreciated it nonetheless and answered, "Nice. Have you eaten? You can join us if you want."

I motioned to the table of my colleagues, who were all so deep into conversation that they weren't even paying Yelena and I any attention. To be fair, it was so busy in the café that I could only just about hear our conversation myself.

"Oh, no, I've just finished eating with my sister," she explained, pointing a thumb over her shoulder.

I followed the direction and saw none other than Natasha Romanoff sat at a table by the window, looking over at us with intrigue. Too intimidated by her presence, I immediately looked away, hoping nobody picked up on it. What can I say? It was an Avenger! Yes, I worked in the same building as them, but they were still superheroes. And Natasha was the scariest one in my opinion.

"Cool," I squeaked out, cursing inwardly at my failed attempt to remain cool before Yelena.

Maybe it was because we'd gotten to know each other a little so I wasn't as intimidated by her as I should have been, but I didn't find myself nervous around Yelena which was a relief. I had no doubts that she could murder me in several ways, just like her sister, if she wanted to, but it still didn't make a difference.

"So, I checked out that Scooby Doo show you mentioned," Yelena continued, further surprising me. "And apparently there's a film as well?"

I grinned at the mention of it. "Hell yeah! The film is the best. But it has to be the 2002 and 2004 ones."

"Yeah, well the show is great, and I get the whole Shaggy voice you were doing now," she said with a smile, and I felt myself cringing as I relived that moment all over again.

"That's good," I said awkwardly, scrunching my face up with embarrassment, and she definitely noticed but thankfully didn't tease me about it. "Anyway, you doing good? You must be since you've not been sent down to see me to fix your reports."

She snickered. "Yeah. Thanks for the help with that by the way."

I shrugged. "It's the job."

She hummed, appearing awkward momentarily, before taking a step back. "I should leave you to it anyway. Just wanted to say hello. Hope I didn't interrupt."

"No worries, you didn't!" I said reassuringly, realising she may have wanted to talk some more. To be honest, I kind of wanted to, too. She was easy to talk to. "Hey, er, before you go, did you want to go out for a coffee or something sometime? I know you're new to the city, so maybe you wanna hang out?"

In this moment, it wasn't like I was talking to an Avenger's sister or an infamous Black Widow. It was just me wanting to get to know Yelena Belova a little better. She was new, we got on, so why not? Only when she took a second longer to answer did I realise that I may have overstepped. But thankfully, any worries I had were squashed when she smiled gently.

"Yeah, I would like that," she said with a nod.

I returned her smile. "Cool. Hold on. I'll grab your number from you, let me just get my phone..."

THIRD PERSON POV

After exchanging phone numbers with Y/N, the two girls bid their goodbyes before Yelena returned to her sister. Natasha was standing up already, ready to leave, but not without giving her sister a knowing smirk.

"What?" Yelena asked when she noticed it, grabbing her rubbish from the table and moving to throw it away.

Natasha's smirk didn't fade as she followed after the blonde, but not before glancing back at the girl Yelena was just talking to. "I know why you wanted to eat downstairs now."

Yelena, who was usually so in control of situations like these, avoided looking at the redhead. "Shut up, Natasha."

Natasha, of course, didn't let up. "So, who was that? New crush?"

Yelena was certain her cheeks are pink with embarrassment, but she refused to let Natasha get to her. "I don't know what you're talking about. You told me to make new friends, remember?"

Chuckling to herself, Natasha said, "Yeah, no. That's clearly more than a friend. Or at least you want it to be. Now. Are you gonna tell me who she is or do I have to go back there and find out myself?"

Yelena rolled her eyes, sure that if she just didn't answer, her sister would leave it alone. Of course, that was too good to be true as Natasha suddenly came to a halt and began to back up, ready to turn around.

"Natasha, wait!" Yelena spluttered, grabbing her by the arms to stop her, making Natasha raise her brows with surprise and amusement.

"Wow, somebody's nervous! What – you scared I'm gonna embarrass you?" Natasha teased.

Yelena was hot with nervousness, unsure why she was so effected by the possibility of Y/N and her sister meeting. Then again, the fact that Natasha was definitely intending to humiliate her was probably enough of a reason.

"She isn't a crush," Yelena explained, though she would be lying if she said she wasn't thinking about Y/N a lot more than she should have been since their last encounter. "Her name is Y/N Y/L/N. She works in the admin department a few floors down. We've spoken a few times and I thought she seemed pretty cool, so we made plans to hang out. That's all."

Natasha squinted, trying to read her sister's expression. It was clear that wasn't the whole truth, but she'd done enough teasing for the day and decided to give Yelena a break. For now.

"Hmm, alright," she gave in reluctantly. "If you say so."

"Your told me to make friends," Yelena reminded her, letting go of her arms and relaxing. "That's all I'm doing.”

Natasha snickered. "Right. Well, good on you."

Yelena exhaled, glad Natasha wasn't fighting it anymore. After all, she wasn't lying. She was just making friends. Ever since joining her sister at the Compound, making use of the resources the Avengers had on her mission to freeing the mind-controlled Widows, Natasha had been adamant she attempt to fit in somehow, make a life for herself. And Y/N happened to be the first person she had a genuine interest in. Was that a crime?

It wasn't a crush – at least she didn't think it was. After all, she hadn't had the opportunity to 'like' like somebody before, let alone befriend somebody. She wasn't exactly sure she knew the difference, not when she hadn't had control of her own mind for so long.

It was best to take things as they came, she knew that, so that's what she would do. And that began with going out with Y/N.

YOUR POV

After hanging out with Yelena – nothing extravagant, just grabbing a coffee and getting to know each other better – we became friends. It was easy to grow used to her dry, sarcastic sense of humour and blunt personality, and it was much easier to be less intimidated by her when I realised how sweet she was.

I wasn't sure how or why we got on, but we just did, and that was where our friendship blossomed. We'd catch each other at work, her mostly stopping by my offices as going to the Avengers' personal floors still made me nervous, and I'd show her around the city more between work which was the best way for her to settle in whilst I got to show her some of my favourite spots.

Turns out the scary assassin was actually a big old softie on the inside, and it was too easy to consider her my best friend. After half a year of growing so close that she knew pretty much everything about me and vice versa, I couldn't have imagined not having her in my life. Her opinion meant a lot to me – she meant a lot to me – so much that when I found out my boyfriend of a year was cheating on me, I couldn't bring it in myself to tell her.

It was humiliating, finding the texts on his phone from another girl, along with some inappropriate videos. Dehumanising when he tried to defend his actions after discovering I knew the truth. We were in a content, happy relationship and I was convinced I loved him, only for the worst to happen.

The last thing I wanted to do was air out my dirty laundry to people I knew, including Yelena, so I kept it to myself. Of course it hurt and I wanted nothing more than to curl up in a ball and cry, but the embarrassment of her finding out I'd been cheated on was even worse, so I just didn't tell her.

Of course, Yelena wasn't a fool. She was a trained assassin for crying out loud, so when were watching TV together in my apartment, she brought the topic up carefully.

"Y'know, I haven't heard you talk about Thomas in a while," she said between episodes of The Office.

The mention of my ex-boyfriend took me off guard, admittedly, and I hoped she couldn't see my hesitation when I replied, "Yeah, he's not really in my life anymore. We broke up."

In my peripheral vision, I could see Yelena's surprise. "Pardon? Did I hear that right? You broke up?"

I cleared my throat, nodding nonchalantly, though inside the wound was still fresh. "Yeah, it was a mutual thing. We realised it wasn't working anymore. So, we broke up."

"But you were– it was a long–" She was stuck on her words, before finally settling on, "When?"

I shuffled uncomfortably on the couch, fingers playing with the corner of the cushion in my hand. "About a week ago."

She paused, and I finally looked over to see her watching me with a softened expression, though still confused.

"Do you mind if we don't talk about it?" I asked her gently, offering a forced smile.

She nodded. "Right. Sorry. I just– sorry."

I shrugged, looking back at the TV. "It's okay. It's no biggie."

It was, but she didn't need to know that. My hope was that she'd never bring it up again and I'd move on from it all without her ever discovering the embarrassment of the truth. That just wasn't the case though...

We went out for lunch together, maybe a week after that conversation took place, and it was going perfectly fine. We caught up, had pointless and absolutely insane conversations about things that made no sense, and were genuinely enjoying each other's company. It was going perfectly fine, until it wasn't.

"...so he tried to shoot me, but obviously he didn't get a single shot...," Yelena was recalling one of her recent missions, and I wanted to listen, but my attention was stolen when I saw who was sat a few tables behind her.

Thomas, out of all the people who I could have spotted, was pulling out a chair for his date – a really pretty girl who I recalled seeing in the photos and videos on his phone. They were smiling flirtatiously at one another, clearly on a date, and though it was so glaringly obvious that he was going out with her, it didn't really hit me until they shared a kiss.

He was on a date with the girl he cheated on me with.

It wasn't the easiest thing to witness, the wound still very much raw. I hated his guts and I hated the way he made me feel, but that hatred was still wrapped in hurt and embarrassment. And when I saw him with her, I already felt tears pricking my eyes.

"Sorry, I just need to go to the toilet," I cut Yelena off quickly, stumbling out of my booth as I stood up.

She called my name but I ignored her as I sped to the toilets, avoiding looking anywhere but ahead. Thankfully it was empty, but I was left to view my own reflection and, for the first time in a long time, I hated what I saw. I looked like a mess. My vision was blurry, tears filling my eyes, a lump in my throat.

He really didn't want me, didn't he? Something had to be wrong for him not to.

"Y/N, are you in here?"

I sucked up a breath and wiped my eyes before I could shed a single tear for him. Turning around, I saw Yelena entering the bathroom, eyes looking around until they met mine worriedly.

"There you are," she said with relief, rushing in and resting her hands on my shoulders. "What happened? Is it to do with Thomas? I saw him sat out there when you ran off."

It would have been so easy to lie and brush it off, but Yelena was staring right into my soul and I couldn't hold it in for much longer.

"We didn't break up mutually," I whispered, ashamed of the crack in my voice.

Yelena wasn't following. "What?"

I frowned, looking down and feeling my eyes well up all over again. "Thomas and I. We didn't– he–"

Why was it so hard to say?

"Y/N, you can tell me anything," Yelena reassured in a voice so soft I'd never heard it before.

I couldn't meet her eyes. "He was cheating on me."

She didn't respond, nor react, not verbally anyway. I wasn't sure what expression she pulled because I was too embarrassed to look up from the floor.

"Y/N, I..."

All she did was pull me close and it was like a dam burst within me, the tears I'd bottled up for so long finally being set free. I sobbed quietly, shamefully, into her shoulder, and wasn't sure what else to say.

Yelena was sweet – she always was – as she held me upright, letting me make a wet, snotty mess of her jacket. And she held me close until I finally stopped, reluctantly pulling myself from the safety of the crook of her neck.

"Do you want to say something to him?" is all she asked, so carefully, as if I might break even more.

I shook my head, wiping the tears from my face and avoiding her eyes. "I just want to leave."

She nodded, taking my hand in hers and squeezing it gently. I was too tired to do anything but let her lead me out of there, most of it a blur. I recalled her glaring daggers in Thomas' direction when we passed his table, but I refused to look up and see if he noticed. When we reached her car, there was a tense silence in the air.

Finally, after a minute, she broke it.

"Why didn't you tell me, Y/N?" she asked quietly, and I could feel her eyes boring into the side of my head.

Wiping my face to distract from my warm cheeks, I answered, "It's embarrassing."

"No, it's not," she said, and I could see her shaking her head in the corner of my eye.

I scoffed, angry at myself for breaking down. "Of course it is. He cheated on me because clearly something is wrong with me. That's literally the epitome of embarrassing."

"What– are you insane?"

I glanced at her, clenching my jaw. "Maybe. Who knows?"

She scrunched her face up with annoyance. "Stop that. You're not." Her expression softened. "You're completely and utterly wonderful, and the only insane one is him for throwing that away!"

I rolled my eyes, leaning against the passenger door as I got comfortable. "You have to say that. You're my friend."

"No," she said with conviction. "I mean it. Every word. And those are the reasons I'm your friend. Because you're the way you are."

I shook my head, glaring at the front window. "Forget it, it doesn't matter anyway. Can you just– please can we go home?"

She opened her mouth, as if to retort, and I seriously wasn't in the mood. Thankfully, she dropped it for now and put her seatbelt on instead.

The ride home was awkward, mostly because I still felt humiliated at my breakdown and even worse because I hated being pitied by Yelena. If it were up to me, we'd forget this ever happened, but I knew she wouldn't.

"You should've said something sooner," she said when she pulled up outside my apartment building. Her voice was calm, but her words carried weight. "I would've helped."

Realising how bitchy I was being for no reason, I let go of my anger. She was never my target – I was my own worst enemy right now. All Yelena had done was be there for me.

"You helped before. Getting me out of there." I exhaled, regretful of my attitude earlier, and gave her a grateful look. "Thanks."

She looked to me, green eyes twinkling sadly, matching the frown on her lips. I leaned forward and pulled her in for a hug, albeit an awkward one because we were still in the car, but a needed one. She was a really good hugger, I realised, and I didn't want her to go just yet.

"Do you wanna come up?" I asked lamely once I pulled away. "I just– I–"

"Of course," she cut me off, and I was relieved because I had no idea how to say anything else.

I relaxed, nodding, and glanced at her with a small smile before getting out the car. She followed me out and up to my place, where we instantly fell into a sweet lull of an afternoon. She didn't bring up Thomas for the rest of the day. Not when we ate up all the junk food in my kitchen. Not when we watched one film after another, her letting me pick them all. And not when we passed out on my couch, too tired to get up and make it to my bed.

When I woke up the next morning, I found myself half laying on Yelena's chest as she laid on the couch, leg hanging off the end.

"Shit, sorry," I mumbled when I realised I was drooling on her shirt.

She groaned, tired, and mumbled something I couldn't make out, before opening her eyes and immediately widening them. I wondered what had her spooked, but was still too tired to think on it longer than a second.

"I am so hungry," I thought aloud, pushing myself to sit upright. Letting out a yawn, I checked my watch. "We didn't eat at all last night. Not a proper meal anyway."

Yelena still hadn't spoken, so I stood up and stretched, yawning once more. I hadn't realised how quickly time had gotten away from us yesterday, nor how easily I was able to forget the mishap because I had Yelena.

"I think I have some eggs in the fridge," I said, padding over to the kitchen to take a look. "You want some?"

Yelena didn't answer and I didn't really care, taking it as a yes anyway. Before starting to cook, I went to freshen up in the bathroom and wake myself up a little more. When I came out, Yelena was waiting outside the door.

"There's a spare toothbrush under the sink," I told her with a smile. "I'll get started on breakfast."

She nodded tiredly, going in after me. I started on breakfast meanwhile, the events of yesterday coming to mind as I fried some eggs. It was a strange day, but it felt good to be able to tell Yelena the truth. I didn't feel so alone anymore.

When I heard Yelena coming out the bathroom, I glanced over my shoulder and saw her looking much more awake than before. And that's also when I realised she was still wearing the same clothes from yesterday.

"I have some clothes you can wear if you want," I offered, but she declined with a polite head shake.

"I'll just be going back to the Compound after, it's all good."

I hummed in acknowledgment, getting back to putting our breakfast together. She took a seat at the dining table and I felt the need to speak up again.

"Thanks," I blurted out, making no sense.

She sounded confused, and tired. "Huh?"

I chewed on the inside of my cheek as I distracted myself with plating up our eggs. "For staying last night. And for not making... it a thing. That's all I wanted."

If Yelena wanted to, she could have turned Thomas inside out with ease, but she didn't, and I was eternally grateful.

"I'll always be here for you, Y/N," she said when I was setting her plate in front of her.

I glanced up at her from the plate. "I know. I'm lucky."

She began to smile, eyes meeting mine comfortingly. I returned her smile, hoping she knew how much she meant to me, before taking a seat opposite her and digging in.

[spywhitney]

Big Tiddy Hugs 🌻 Miles Morales/Fem!Reader

My Spiderwoman OC has big tits and loves hugging Miles. That's the plot. No name mentioned.

Tags: Fluff, friendship, hugs, platonic relationship, humour and Miles Morales appreciation.

🌻She thinks Miles is adorable. After joining the Spider-Gang and fighting the Spot, she admires his strength of character, and is proud of how much he's grown up since the short time she's known him.

🌻Mind reading is a skill everyone has in her universe, and she used it to help find him when he was sent to Earth-42.

🌻Because of this, she got a real sense of how he felt about everyone: his parents, Hobie, Gwen, everyone. And she felt the most terrifying moments of his life: the uncertainty of his future, the debilitating fear of the loss of his loved ones, and the fatal rejection he felt from the Spider Society.

🌻She couldn't help but hug him (or think about hugging him) every time she looked at him. He'd been through so much and he didn't need to tell her to her face he'd heard her thoughts too.

🌻One time, she pulled him into a hug when they were out with Hobie and Gwen in his universe. It was a warm hug, but like always, his face was buried into her tits.

🌻Gwen and Hobie usually found it very funny, but Miles was embarrassed, more so than usual.

🌻"Aha, thanks. Um, could you let me go now?"

🌻She pulled away to look up at him, as she was so short compared to everyone else, yet still held onto him tightly.

🌻"Why?"

🌻"I mean, uh...".

🌻"You don't want to hug you? Am I not allowed to show affection?"

🌻She knew what the elephant in the room was, but it was normal in her universe to be so touchy. So much so if someone was crying, everyone around would hug them, or assist them in any way they could, and the favour would be reciprocated just as freely.

🌻She was instinctively offended, she couldn't stop the tears from clouding her vision. Miles saw and immediately regretted pulling away.

🌻Hobie and Gwen snickered, but avoided Miles' glare. In a way, she reminded him of his mother, so he felt that omnipresent need to listen and do what she said. She was almost twenty-five, it wasn't the weirdest thing in the world.

🌻She had that innocent, almost sultry look (if it wasn't for the tears) he felt she used on Hobie too many times to count on her face.

🌻"Nah, nah. It's cool. You're right- ah!"

🌻She resumed the hugging position, Miles being near-crushed by her tits. But it was warm, and as she hummed in joy, Miles began to feel it was actually pretty comfortable. He was starting to get used to this.

Bonus:

🌻Hobie and Gwen are awkwardly standing, their mouths slightly agape at them staying like that for what felt like forever.

🌻"Can't remembe' the last time I gotta be face-first in her tits like that."

🌻"Goodness you're so cute!"

🌻They watch as she releases him to pinch his cheeks, and they're even more confused when they see Miles smiling with soft eyes. Then slowly, Gwen turns her head to face Hobie:

🌻"Are you serious, Hobie?"

🌻"What? Little man's getting more action from ma girl than me."

(Yes, my OC and Hobie are together- or at least screwing lol).

[viperwhispered]

Emi's just so gonna be vibrating with excitement during certain parts of book 7 tho.

(putting under the cut just in case for some spoilers for the early parts of the book)

Like... She's actually dreamhopping? Actually in other people's dreams? It's an actual thing in this world?

She has a lot of dreams that she remembers, some of them with recurring motifs including those dreams she had as a kid of being eaten alive, those were fun and sometimes she has lucid dreams, too, with some control over the events.

Not to mention all the fantasy books she's read exploring the concept, of traveling to other worlds in one's dreams, all that jazz.

And suddenly it's real.

She's going to be asking poor Silver so many questions (that he doesn't have answers to), basically really wanting to pull out a notebook and writing everything down. (But also like, then there's that part of her brain which knows how nonsensical books and reading and writing usually are in dreams, now how would it work here when she knows she's dreaming, when she's stepping into other people's dreams, now she has to test it out...)

Girl's gonna become a dreamworld scholar before all is said and done, lol.

But also - she's got this trick that usually works for waking herself up from bad dreams (squeeze your eyes real tight, and when you open then, you're awake - unless you're unlucky and the dream loops), and she'll be definitely trying it out once Silver tells her what's happening. No cigar, alas.

And when she's alone in the dreamscape, perhaps while in Lilia's dream while they're camping out, she'll find a moment of quiet and peace (because it would feel very stupid if someone saw her, even if most of the people here are just figments of Lilia's imagination).

Because there's a few recurring things in her dreams: flying or gliding by spreading her arms, using a certain hand gesture to pull items to her, using certain kinds of "magic" to make things happen...

And even if maybe those tricks don't work in other people's dreams, she can't help but wonder. If she entered her own dreamscape now, how much could she influence it, now that she can't wake up too quickly? Just what kind of things could she do there, when she'd stay completely lucid yet asleep? Almost a magic, all of her own, even if it would not be quite real.

Ngl, I'm so tempted to give her some cool dream powers or something, but we shall see. Perhaps once I get further along with book 7 and see what else happens and how things work there?

Plus we are talking about a person who finally beat up the monster that kept eating her in her dreams with her fists, basically spelling an end to those dreams, so... I kinda wonder about her being able to do something with the darkness or something, even without Silver's / Dawn knight's ring.

Tagging:

@scint1llat3 @diodellet @moonyasnow @bibi-cha

[squarebracketsmileyface]

Found a new song for My Girl, my Girl, My Girl

Maybe even the Entry 80 fic, actually because Tim didn't get to hold Jay before he died, and that fucking devastated him, he didn't get even a minute to hold his girl

I'm doing a whole shitty "which line means what in context of S,IL" thing again with this one so that's under the thingybobber

[Verse 1] I've been waiting for you To come around and tell me the truth 'Bout everything that you're going through My girl, you've got nothing to lose

This one's pretty obvious, it's the bit that actually made me think of My Girl, because it's just literally what Tim's doing. He's waiting for Jay to tell him/realise he's actually trans. He knows Jay's trans but Jay hasn't realised it yet, and Tim's trying to help him figure it out, just waiting for Jay to realise and tell him. And Jay already thinks there's something wrong with him for wanting to be called a girl in bed, and Tim's like, "you have nothing to lose, I'm not gonna be upset," when Jay's so convinced he's gonna lose Tim over this whole thing.

[Pre-Chorus] Cold nights and the Sunday mornings On your way and out of the grey

White noise. This is White Noise and the Stars in Your Eyes. I know that fic's not out yet, but this just feels like it. They star gaze together and it's cold but it's perfect because they feel almost safe for the first time in weeks. Nothing's happening at the moment so they go and spend time stargazing together, because they can. All the bad things and anxiety melt away for an hour or two and they just get to exist together, go on a stargazing date like they're normal people. Y'know?

God I can't wait to post that fic. I fucking adore it. I need to get chapter 3 written because White Noise comes after that one.

[Chorus] I've got time, I've got love Got confidence you'll rise above Give me a minute to hold my girl Give me a minute to hold my girl Crowded town or silent bed Pick a place to rest your head Give me a minute to hold my girl Give me a minute to hold my girl

This is the bit that makes me feel like this song could also work for entry 80. Honestly I might put it in both playlists, have it be like when a movie has the same song at the start and end but at the end the song takes on an entirely different meaning.

In My Girl this is Tim genuinely thinking he has time, he has the time and love to help Jay figure himself out and he loves that he can just take little bits of time to just hold Jay whenever he wants to. Sure they can't really do it when they're out and about in a 'crowded town' that'd probably not go super well, but they can just lie in bed together and cuddle. They can just do that. Jay can pick how he wants to lie, whether he wants his head on Tim's chest or stomach or shoulder and Tim can just hold him there. They can just hold each other.

Then you get the entry 80 fic and this whole song becomes so much sadder, but especially this and the next bit. For the chorus it's like Tim's thinking about what he and Jay had before Jay died. It's Thinking about how he thought they had time and about how patient he was happy to be as Jay figured himself out, he'd thinking about how he was so sure Jay would figure his gender out and Tim would be able to be there for him, to hold her and give her all his time and love as she figured out what she wanted to be called and how she wanted him to refer to her.

And then Jay died and Tim's looking at the footage just absolutely devastated because he didn't get to hold him before or even as he died. He didn't get to hold Jay one last time, because the last time they were together properly they'd had an argument and that was why they split up at benedict hall, because Tim needed time to calm down and just, wrangle his feelings under control because he just felt so fucked up because of what Jay did. (Hooray for Jay pushing boundaries he shouldn't with Tim as well as Alex lol)

[Verse 2] I've been dreaming 'bout us Working hard and saving it up We'll go and see the man on the moon My girl, we've got nothing to lose

This bit's also the entry 80 fic as well as My Girl and has it's meaning change depending on which one you're listening to it with.

In My Girl it's Tim thinking about the future, all hopeful and excited about the life he and Jay could have after MH is all over. He's thinking about how after MH is over they can do anything, they'll have nothing to lose that they haven't already had to deal with. They can save up and move out and create themselves a brand new life wherever, whenever and however they want.

And then with entry 80 he's thinking about all the same things but knowing now that he'll never get to have them. He'll never get to move away and start a new life with Jay because Jay's dead. He'll have to do it all on his own (well, also with Birdie, but he doesn't know about her yet) and now he really does have nothing to lose. He's already lost Jay and Brian and Alex. He's lost everything. (even his house? Maybe? I'm not actually sure if that'll fit into my version of events for Alex dying lol) But yeah, he's actually got nothing left to lose.

[Pre-Chorus] Cold nights and the Sunday mornings On your way and out of the grey

[Chorus] I've got time, I've got love Got confidence you'll rise above Give me a minute to hold my girl Give me a minute to hold my girl Crowded town or silent bed Pick a place to rest your head and Give me a minute to hold my girl Give me a minute to hold my girl

[Bridge] My girl, my girl It takes one hard second to turn it around It takes one hard second to turn it around

This bit's a bit less connected to either fic honestly, unless I guess it could be kinda like Tim desperately hoping Jay is somehow alive, begging for just one little thing to turn everything around and let Jay still be alive. For My Girl I guess it's like Tim hoping Jay will figure out his gender and tell him, about how it'd only take one little thing for it to all fall into place for Jay and then everything in how he feels about himself will turn around and get better. Or at least he hopes that's what'll happen, chances are Jay would still struggle lol, even after realising that he's actually a girl and all that.

[Chorus] I've got time, I've got love Got confidence you'll rise above Give me a minute to hold my girl Give me a minute to hold my girl Crowded town or silent bed Pick a place to rest your head and Give me a minute to hold my girl Give me a minute to hold my girl I've got time, I've got love Got confidence you'll rise above Give me a minute to hold my girl Give me a minute to hold my girl Crowded town or silent bed Pick a place to rest your head and Give me a minute to hold my girl Give me a minute to hold my girl

[bronx-bomber87]

Happy Saturday :) S2 like I said before chock full of goodies. The hits keep coming with this one. This one has ton of amazing gifs sadly Tumblr keeps me to 30. Had to pick the most essential ones. They gotta raise that limit haha I need least 50 with good eps like this haha

2x06 Fallout

We start the ep off with Rachel telling Tim about the wedding she has an invitation to. Tim immediately says he doesn’t do weddings. (For you he doesn’t….) Rachel ignores this and tells Tim, Lucy got one too. That Lucy used to date him and it’s going to devastate her. Tim asks if this guy slept with this girl while they were dating? She says living together…ugh poor Lucy. Rachel asks him to take it easy on her today. He fights her a bit and becomes a lying liar who lies. Tells her how Lucy isn’t his friend but his rookie. Ok honey…sure…Whatever you say. That it’s not his job to help her through her messy social life. Rachel pouts a little and he cracks. Says he can take it down 2 percent ha

Cracks me up how very confused Lucy is by this announcement. Look at her face. She is put very off guard by this offer. She instantly questions why he’s letting her drive. Probably thinks this is a Tim test she doesn't understand just yet. Too funny she doesn’t trust it for one second why he’s allowing this. It’s not like him at all. She knows him too damn well to just accept it. The distrust is immediate and doesn't go away. I mean look at him rolling his eyes below it's almost painful for him to allow this haha Why wouldn't she question it?

I do love that this is his way of cheering her up without her knowing it. Not a bad first swing at 'taking it easy on her.' Tim knows how much she wants to drive the shop. He’s trying to be indirect about it. Even though he knows he can’t get anything past her. Her smile walking to the shop is too cute. Lucy couldn’t be more excited to drive today. She is not sure what brought this on but she's going to roll with it. Well for a minute.....

Lucy can’t be in the shop more than two seconds before she’s questioning this kindness again. Lucy being Lucy just can't let this random surprise go. Tim is just letting her drive without a catch. No rhyme or reason. Very unlike the Tim she’s come to know. Always so methodical in everything he does with her. This seems unfounded to her. Out of left field and they both know it. It's cute he thinks he can ever run something like this past her without suspicion.

Lucy’s facial expressions during this scene made me laugh so much. She’s on edge waiting for the other shoe to drop. Her face saying Who are you? The funniest part of this scene is Tim not looking at her. He knows if he looks he’s gonna fold quickly. Eyes are the window to the soul, and Lucy has a free pass and can let herself in whenever she wants to read him. Tim knows this. Why it's hilarious he refuses to let Lucy really look at him.

No one has ever been able to read him like she does. Tim is painfully away of this fact. The minute Tim gives her eye contact this ruse is over. He won't have even made it out of the station before this crumbles. Cracks me up he refuses to look her in the eye the entire time. The more she looks at him more he looks away. Like Lucy is willing him to look at her and he just won't do it. I’m dying lmao Also my god look at his jaw line sweet lord. * fans self*

They report to a Liquor store where there was a counterfeit bill used. It's obvious Tim knows the owner since they're on a first name basis. Their reactions to how badly it was counterfeited is too cute. Says ‘Hunderd’ LOL Tim asks how Amari how he and his wife are? He says they’re in couples counseling. Tim empathizes tells him to hang in there.

Lucy looks shocked he’s being so personal. I love that Tim has scattered ‘puppies’ all over. There is a history there we don't know about with Amari. I adore getting to see this side of him. He’s so much softer than he lets on to be as we all know. Lucy can see that chewy center hehe. Amari hands them a pic off his security camera. They tell him they'll start to look for this guy right away.

Tim tells her after they leave that she should’ve gloved up before touching the bill. Lucy says he’s right and she’s sorry. Lucy questions why he didn’t say anything to her while they were inside? Tim tries to shrug it off says no reason…You can't BS the person who reads you best Timothy. They barely make it past their first call before she is calling BS on this niceness. He's such a bad liar.

Lucy tells him he always calls her out in front of people when she messes up. Asks him why he’s being so nice to her today? Tim fails once again in his reply. Says he’s not.... Weak defense Tim very weak. Look at his face. Couldn't lie to her if his life depended on it. Lucy puts two and two together and gets very angry. She know Rachel said something to him.

Tim admits to it and says he didn’t want to do it either if it made her feel better. Breaking news It doesn’t lol First time we really see Lucy get defensive with him about her personal life. I think she knows this whole nice thing wasn’t genuine at all. Lucy figured that much out from the jump. She just didn’t know why till now. Lucy gets more defensive and goes on a mini rant about how it’s not a big deal, she’s over him, and is ‘happy’ for him. This doesn't bother her at all.

Eric is at it again with the perfect facial expressions. Tim’s face says it all in response to her rant. He too is calling BS. He knows she’s not being truthful about how she feels about this whole thing. It was noted in the finale by Tim how 'She is good at a lot of things lying isn't one of them.' Lucy may know him very well but it’s a two way street. Tim is well versed in all things Lucy Chen. He know's she isn't being her usual honest self about this wedding.

Lucy tells Tim she doesn’t need special treatment from him. Trying to put on a brave act for him. After this confession Tim doesn’t hesitate to reverse his driving decision from earlier. Tells her he’s going to drive then. Lucy is bummed but doesn't fight it much. Honestly it’s what she needed. She was off balance with him doing it anyways. So he’s righting the ship by driving the shop (and the situation as we will see later on.) He stopped the being nice routine minute she called him on it. From here on out he handles it really well. It’s far more genuine and from a place of actual caring.

Since she's back in passenger seat Lucy starts to verbalize her feelings and anxiety. Like one does. Saying she's sure Tim thinks she’s being stupid about the invitation. He shoots back saying he thought this didn’t bother her? Lucy ignores his jab. Tim tells her he was just grateful to not talk about it. Haha Lucy continues on despite him. Can’t understand why they would invite her? To humiliate her?

Her spiral just beginning. Tim is trying to head it off with his patented logic. Says maybe they’re trying to make amends? Lucy doesn’t buy that for a second. Before she can rant more they find the counterfeit guy. During their arrest their phones goes off. Lucy looks panicked when she reads it. Instantly looking at Tim for an answer. Says a missile is inbound for LA. To find shelter. So they cut their guy loose and head back to the station.

Lucy is panicking checking the time every 5 seconds. Says they only have 13 min. Tim tells her to stop checking the time. Lucy asks him if he’s serious? They’re about to be burned up by a giant fireball. Tim goes into protect Lucy’s mental state mode. I always love how he puts her first in these kind of scenarios. He knows she's panicking so he does everything in his power to keep her calm. Redirect her thoughts.

Tim tells her they’re not it’s a false alarm. That counting down the minutes wouldn’t accomplish anything, even if this was real. Lucy asks him you want me to think about something else? He says pretty much haha Lucy replies it can’t be done. Tim takes this challenge and runs with it. He starts with the distraction of talking about the wedding she refuses to truly talk about.

God I love them. Both calling each out even when the world is possibly ending. Can't help themselves. Tim pegging her lie about the wedding and her about his false alarm comment. Their banter is the absolute best. The chemistry just from their 'fighting' gets me every time. After their sassy shots at each other Tim does what he does best. Distracts her. Pushes Lucy to really talk about how she is feeling about this wedding. What she would do if she could?

Lucy ends up breaking the emotional dam she had been holding in all day. His face as she gives in and starts explaining what she would do is fantastic. First off her plan is amazing. I adore it. I'm all for vindictive justice for those who have wronged me haha I'm with Lucy on this plan 100 % (My Slytherin side is showing and I do not care haha) Second the look on his face. He could not look more impressed with this plan. He is so proud of her. He’s proud of himself too. Tim finally got her to share her true feelings about this.

Look at his face. He is so happy he got her to share. (but he didn't want to talk about it right?) He knows how cathartic this was for her. That she needed this release all damn day. Not his perceived 'being nice to her.' Tim successfully distracted her even when she said it wasn’t possible to. These two. Gah s2 is so damn good for them it’s insane. Taking care of her in a way that is true to them and to him. Rachel had the best of intentions when she asked Tim that. Truly she did. But it just isn’t them to have Tim fake kindness. Also proof how much it didn't help or work.

This is one of the best scenes of the episode. It's so true to who they are more than anything else. Them discussing revenge and him having a bug guy she can use. This scene helped her much more than the ‘niceness’ of earlier. Tim telling her he has a friend at USC that could loan her cockroaches. Love it. So much for ‘Chen isn’t my friend she’s my rookie’ crap from earlier Timothy. She is your friend sir there is no denying. The more you fight it the more that wall starts to crumble. Hehe You don't do what he just did for 'just his rookie' The denial on his end is unreal.

They respond to Amari’s liquor store being looted. His employee took a bottle to the head. Tim tells them to head to his house check on his wife. Amari says no if its not real he’ll lose everything. Lucy makes a ballsy remark. Says no wonder they’re in therapy.... Damn girl LOL Tim doesn't even stop her. Just watches her put him in his place. Tells him the people you love need him more right now. That in moments like this that's where someone should be. Lucy is wonderful afterwards says they’ll hang back protect his store.

Tim checks his watch and Lucy catches him and says busted ha She asks how much time they have left. Tim says enough…Grabs bottle of whiskey takes a swig and offers her some. I love that he was ok sharing a bottle with her. End of the world. Might as well get a good drink out of it. She tells him she’s not a whiskey kind of girl. Grabs her own bottle. Amazing. I love their little smiles in this scene too.

There is Something really beautiful about this scene. Underrated moment for them I think. What I love is how they’ve decided if they’re going to die least they’ll die together. They legit were ok with this being their last moment together on earth. Lucy is going on about being with those you love during this. Who is she spending possibly her last moment with? Tim and vice versa. They clink their bottles together and chug away. God damn they’re cute I can not. Nice little scene of levity in a rather intense episode all around.

The alert ends up being a false alarm. They head to the hospital to check on Wesley afterwards. Rachel is with them I assume she drove them since they chugged hard alcohol earlier haha. Tim asks her again if she wants the cockroaches. Adorable. Lucy tells him no thanks. That today showed her she’s ok with the wedding.

That she only stayed with him cause she couldn’t afford to move out. Poor thing. Rachel asks if they’re going to the wedding? Lucy says no but she’ll get them a present. Tim being all cute asking if they’ll be a roach in it? LOL The beginning of their inside jokes I love it so.

Thus ends the ep for their scenes at least. Damn good episode for them my goodness.

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Side notes non chenford

This is such a good episode all around. it’s eps like this why I adore this show as a whole. It was super intense but in a good way. The whole bomb shelter with Wesley and Nolan doesn’t get more tense than that. Wes being stabbed and Angela finding my heart. The hospital scene also gets me in the feels. Harper showing up is huge. Tim sees it and gives her a nod. Step in right direction for her.

Harper had a great episode. That maternal instinct to protect her daughter. Even though she knew it would set Donovan off. I did love Nolan coming to her defense. Such a good ep for her. Mekia is amazing. That single tear when she’s explaining to Donovan that’s she trying so hard to change. I love her SL so much. Her growth is unreal. This is just the start.

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I imagine dad! matty would be veeery affectionate with his partner even in front of the kids bc they’ve decided they want to show the girls what it’s like to be healthily in love. so im picturing his missus in the kitchen making coffee or smth while the kids are sitting at the counter (little still! like 2 and 4) and he comes into the room and hugs her from behind giving her little kisses all over her shoulders until she turns around in his arms and he gives her kisses on her forehead/cheeks/etc. And then one of the little babas is like “no fair, I want a kiss from daddy!” And both parents are laughing but of course he goes over and gives his girl what she wants :)

yes!! this is exactly the vibe!! thinking it's summer holidays, but the girls aren't quite onto lie-in schedule yet, and matty had a show last night so you let him sleep while you got up to get the babas before they could run in and wake you up. they've started waking you both up at weekends by bursting into your room lately, the little one being gently pulled along by her big sister, both of them all wild curls and adorable little smiley faces in care bears pyjamas, and as much as they're extremely energetic for 7am they're also just too cute for you and matty to be exasperated by - basically, matty wouldn't mind being woken up by them crawling on top of him desperate for a cuddle, but you know he needs the sleep. and the sight you see when you go into your littlest one's room is exceptionally cute; she's cuddled into her big sister, her curls all smushed on one side and eyes still heavy with sleep, the two of them trying their best to read a picture book. their little faces light up when you come in, and they run to you for cuddles and to tell you about their dreams - after a few minutes of this, baba 2 does uppy arms and says "toast please?", which is your sign to go downstairs and make breakfast. they get their toast, fruit juice, and a little cup of extremely milky tea each, and while they're at the table eating you work on making some coffee, only turning round when you hear almost dead silence and have to tell your eldest off like "sweetheart, you can't feed your crusts to the dog. just leave them on the plate, if you won't eat them" lol.

naturally, when matty comes in and ruffles their hair in greeting (accompanied by a "morning, my beautiful girls"), baba 1 is like "dad, mum says i can't give mayhem the crusts of my toast" and matty's like "and she's right! but you can put out his breakfast for him, if you like" before he walks over and wraps his arms around your waist. he's like "thank you for letting me sleep, my most beautiful girl", kissing across your shoulders and the nape of your neck; you turn round and you're like "matty omg you can't say that, our girls are literally right there" and matty's like "no they agree with me, look! babas - isn't mummy the most beautiful person on the planet? i think so". your heart melts a little bit when they both immediately say "yeah!", and you press a quick kiss to matty's lips - when you pull back, he leans in again to give you little pecks all over your face, making little exaggerated "mwah" sounds that make you giggle. baba 1, back in her seat after filling mayhem's food bowl, is like "daaaaad can i have a little face kiss like mum?", and baba 2 is like "and me!", bless them; you giggle, while matty laughs and says "alright, babies!", then goes over and gives them each a big "mwah" kiss on each cheek and their foreheads (and then insists they both kiss one of his cheeks while he's crouched between their chairs too). and then you get roped in to give them kisses too, and before long it's just the four of you giggling at your kitchen table, matty stealing the toast crusts for himself, and the room just radiating pure love and happiness <3

[wannabeabogwitch]

Fem!TWST 7 Minutes in Heaven - Mallea (fem!malleus)

Mentions/warnings: SPICY. They're all aged up (I always age them up in my works.) Not suitable for minors. Sorrynotsorry. lol

Mallea Draconia - Mini handmade gargoyle statue/figurine

She may have been pretty isolated for most of her long life and there's a lot she doesn't know about modern things. However, you can't tell me that she doesn't know some stuff, if ya know I mean. ;) She's definitely got that rizz.

She's next to you in a flash and instantly picks you up bridal style, not giving anyone any time to snap out of their shock. Your face is as red as a straweberry, but you're not complaining, just shooketh (Jungshooketh!) and it may take some time for you to recover after being held by a gorgeous, tall dragon lady. (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄

She has a mysterious smile on her face, her eyes directly gazing into yours as she holds you in her arms. She takes you into the closet in a swift motion, it's like she's gliding by how graceful she moves and how fast she's going.

Once she sets you down… on her lap, facing her, she speaks up.

"It pleases me immensely that you picked my item… I was hoping you would, my cute child of man~"

"May I be so bold as to say you look even more ravishing today. As a dragon fae, I can be quite… possessive. I want to make you my little treasure. I will give you all you need and want. I will never let you feel lonely and be there for you when you are troubled and in need of company… Can I kiss you, my treasure?"

You're like "Umm, HELL YES! PLEASE DO!" lol

This makes her smile, but this smile is bigger and she just looks so happy.

"Very well then, if that is what you wish."

She brings her lips to yours, kissing you gently, as if you're made of glass. Her lips are soft against yours. They're a little cold, but it's a welcome feeling, considering how hot things are getting.

Her arms are wrapped around your waist, protectively, yet gentle and loving.

As a few minutes go by, the kissing becomes more intense and passionate. Her tongue pokes your lips, you can feel the ends (She definitely has a forked tongue or something or a long, pointed tongue, idk, I just feel like she would do.)

You grant her access and internally sqeealing.

Her tongue enters and it's… interesting, for sure. (What dat tongue do~ ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°) ) She's lapping at your tongue and moaning into your mouth.

She pulls away, as if she knows that time is almost up.

"My treasure… I would love to continue this after the party. What say you?"

I mean, why the hell would you say no, amirite?

Anyway, after the party, you let Grim hang out with Alice and Diane, while you and Mallea have fun at Ramshackle.

Masterlist: https://www.tumblr.com/wannabeabogwitch/713354988973342721/twisted-wonderland-masterlist?source=share

[a-tale-of-legends]

Over thinker( but not really)

Summary: In which Leon thinks a lot ( and it keeps him awake)

Notes: whatever the ship name for Leon x Raihan x Piers is, this is that. I like writing characters reflecting :) Also super sorry if this is ooc, I genuinely haven't interacted with/ written these characters in a while. I just pressed on and wrote the fluff lol. Also I did NOT edit this bad boy, so sorry for any spelling errors. I still hope you enjoy!!!

If he were to be honest, and he is, he never fully expected to be the cuddler and cuddlee. Raihan and Piers lay on each side of him, Raihan’s head crooning near his neck, and Piers resting on his chest. Both of which are latching into him,allowing zero escape, all three of their legs tangled together in a comfortable mess. And- he’s being truthful here- he did not expect them to be cuddlers. At all. Okay maybe Raihan- he liked to lean on close friends, Leon knew that much. But Piers? Piers liked his space and privacy, which they respected. What more, Piers was a horrid night owl. It took them a while to even get comfortable sleeping together, even more so to drag Piers to bed and make sure he stays there. And yet here he is, an arm wrapped around Leon, comfortable and sleeping away. Leon can't help but feel pride. He’s glad Piers feels safe with him to fall asleep

It’s still weird that they're so cuddly. Not a bad weird. A good weird. Just ….. something he has to get used to now. It is nice, though. And he suppose it makes sense that a dragon and a vampire desire warmth- he chuckles at the thought.

……Sleep eludes him tonight. Not the first time, though he hoped the two bodies next to him would have him asleep in no time. And yet, he stares at the ceiling of Raihan's apartment, wide awake as can be. He's…..not afraid to fall asleep. Not tonight, anyway. No fears of darkness, no flashes of red and blue and purple- nothing. For once, things felt peaceful. So why can't he sleep?

Leon shifts a little- or tries to with his boyfriend's clinging onto him- trying to gather his thoughts. Maybe he's just not tired. Maybe Piers vampirism latched onto him now. He snorts at the thought.

……..

He wonders what Sonia is doing now. Is she with Nessa, like he is with Raihan and Piers? Or is she back home, sleeping away in her own peace? He hopes, either way, she's getting a good night's rest. And if not well. He wonders if she's doing the same thing he’s doing right now. Thinking away.

“Lee,” Raihan’s voice almost made Leon jump out of his own skin. Leon looks down to see a familiar turquoise eye looking up at him, “ I can hear you thinking, love”

An urge to roll his eyes is strong, but instead he chooses to worry- playfully.

“ Sorry it woke you up, then,” he teases, and it's Raihan that rolled his eyes.

“ Mm-hmm” Raihan hums, then he yawns, rising up on his arms, “ Well? What's got you overthinking?”

“ I'm not overthinking-”

“ Hhhrrrrmp” Piers grunts, waking up himself. He doesn't open his eyes just yet, only speaking, “ Why are we talking in the middle of the night?”

“ Lee’s overthinking,”

“ I'm not-”

“ Okay,” Piers yawns, “ Stop overthinking,Leon. Go to bed- ow!”

Leon suppresses a giggle as Raihan pinches Piers, earning them both a glare from the man.

“ Alright, alright, we can talk about it, jeez-”

“ We really don't have to” Leon interrupts, “ It's really nothing”.

Raihan and Piers look at each other, then back at Leon.

“ Lee we all know when you say ‘its really nothing', it's absolutely something”

“But it really isn't!”

“ And when you insist it isn't, it usually is,” Piers adds, also rising up, staring down at Leon, “ So let's cut to the part where you tell us what's up, hm?”

Leon grumbles. Leave it to these two to go straight for the kill….

“ Alright! It's Sonia. Just….thinking about how she's doing, that's all,”

Raihan tilts her head to the side, but before he could say anything, Piers crashes back down next to Leon.

“ Piers-”

“ I’m listening. But I'm also fucking tired. So.” Piers mumbled, and Leon chuckled. Once again - never would have expected this from the vampire man. Though the more he thinks about it, the more that's on him than anything. Raihan shakes his head, but nudges Leon on his shoulder, gently offering him to speak.

“ …..Well. I couldn't sleep. And I didn't exactly feel any distress so I just. Let my mind wander. And I ended up thinking about Sonia,” he shrugs, “ Still don't know why I'm awake though”

Raihan hums, nodding his head.

“ Did you talk to her recently?” He asks. Leon scrunches up his face a bit. Has he? They certainly have been talking more since he lost his title, but recently?

“.....No, not really”

“ Then maybe you just miss her,” Piers offered, his voice muffled slightly by the sheets.

“ We could set up something if you'd like,” Raihan offers next. Leon hums, titling his head to the side slightly.

“ That would be nice…..we’ve both been pretty busy….” He trails off,his mind going back. Back to the gym challenge. Back to their rivarly. Back to home. Back to-

“ She gave me that title first, you know” he says without thinking. Raihan raises a brow.

“ What?”

Leon blinks.

“ Uh. Before the gym challenge. I…..I was so scared. I didn't think anyone would like me or….or if I would make it far,” he swallows, memories flooding back into his mind. Him staring down at the train station, his legs refusing to move. The fear of leaving home, the worry of his loved ones health, the thought of him failing- it was all too much. He remembers Sonia’s touch. He remembers her giving him a warm smile. He remembers what she said-

“ She told me to create a persona. One that's ever confident and that can do anything and everything with a smile,” he smiles softly at the memory, “ ‘The Unbeatable Leon’”

There's a short silence between the three. Raihan looks down at Leon with slightly widened eyes.

“ I….I didn't know that,” he mutters.

“ Of course you didn't. It was our secret. No one had to know,”

“ So…..” Piers speaks up, “ When we first met you that….was a persona?”

“....Kinda?” Leon thinks back some more, “ Sonia….she told me that Leon and Unbeatable Leon were one of the same. Both can do anything really- it's just that Unbeatable Leon was a tool to get me going, you know?” He frowns

“....I don't think she ever meant for it to become my entire being,”

“Lee…..that's not your fault,” Raihan lowers his hand to meet Leon's, giving it a small squeeze.

“ I know….but it's not her fault either,’

“ Obviously. Neither of you expected it to become a marketing tool,” Piers says curtly. Rose’s name is left unsaid, thankfully, but it still hangs in the air.

“ I…..should probably talk to her about it,” Leon sighs, “...Later. I can see you getting grumpy Piers”.

“ Excuse me for being tired and still wanting to comfort my boyfriend,”

“ Yeaaaah, we better get back to sleep” Raihan says with a smirk, “ We don't want you becoming a vampire again”

Leon doesn't suppress his giggles this time, chuckling to himself as Raihan gets back into his original spot.

“ I can't believe you're still on that” Piers huff.

“ And you don't deny it, so for all I know, I'm right~” Raihan fires back, only to be accompanied by a yawn.

That seems to do it. Whatever small banter that was starting to brew dies quietly.

And soon Leon is back to where he was before. But this time he finds himself growing tired himself, sleep easing into him, one last memory plays in his mind……

~~~~

“ Unbeatable? Me?” Leon asks meekly. Sonia smiles, and Leon feels his worries ease.

“ Yep! The Unbeatable Leon! Everyone will love it!”

“ Everyone…..” he shakes his head, “But! I never beat you in battle, Sonia! How can I-”

“ Because!” She cuts him off, “ I believe in you, silly. Someday everyone is gonna see how bright you really are, just like I do!” She snickers a bit, “ Who knows maybe you’ll be able to beat me in battle soon~”

“Sonia!” Leon whines, and Sonia simply laughs, moving in front of him.

She stands in front of the train station, a big smile with a hand outstretched.

“ So, Mr. Unbeatable…..you ready to go?”

Leon looks at his best friend, and the hand she lends out. Unbeatable Leon…..the guy who does everything and anything with a confident smile. Like her. Like Sonia. He beams, and takes Sonia’s hand.

“ You know it!”

[gemini-sensei]

Can you do a Robby with a pregnant!single mom!reader please?

Yes! 🥺🥺 yes I can

Fem!Reader ○ mentioned cheating/asshole ex ○ headcanons/blurb ○ unedited

Robby meets Reader at the mall amidst her finding out her baby daddy has been cheating on her. She's only four months along, but she's holding her belly and crying beyond the normal pregnancy hormones. It's a whole scene that people are watching that the other girl is less than happy to be caught in the middle of, equally hurt because Mr. Douchebag didn't tell her he was in any kid of relationship, let alone having gotten another girl pregnant.

It's a mess, one that comes to a head when Reader practically yells, "Why would you do this? We're having a baby!"

And her boyfriend tells her, "You mean you're having a baby!"

When her now ex boyfriend yells at her, that's when Robby steps in because he's had enough. It's one thing to cause a scene, but yelling at a pregnant girl crosses all his lines. He gets between them and tells the guy to just get out of there because clearly he's making things worse. It's almost too easy to get him to leave, the other girl already left because she didn't want to be there after realizing she was, well, the other woman. (dude didn't deserve her time either.)

Robby then turns to Reader and leads her away from all the eyes and commotion. Things around them go back to as they were as he sits her down at the food court in hopes to calm her and gets her some napkins to dry her eyes with.

As he sits with her, he asked, "Are you okay? ...that's kind of a stupid question. I mean, you're obviously upset."

It makes her giggle through the tears and she shrugs to the question. "I guess I'll have to be."

She rubs her belly, which is far more noticeable because she's wearing a summer dress and it highlights her bump perfectly. It's really pretty, he thinks, but doesn't know if he should say anything. It didn't feel like the time for compliments, especially about her clothes. Especially from strangers.

"Oh, shit! I'm sorry," he said and licked his lips. His cool attitude is just gone and he's left looking like a total dork. "I'm Robby."

She giggled and introduces herself, happy to make his acquaintance despite how they met. It's not exactly a fairytale, but it's how it all got started.

As the weeks go on, Robby and Reader get closer. He tells her about karate and his friends and she tells him all about her interests and the baby.

He was a little awkward about the baby talk to begin with, in all honesty, because he hasn't been around many babies. Young kids, like elementary age, sure, but that was mostly because they liked to watch him skate and do tricks. Other than that, he's not exactly sure how to act around kids. But he gets used to it and even asks her questions from time to time, like if she knows if the baby is a boy or girl and if they've kicked yet.

(Just an aside because I want to talk about it more, but I love it when a person is just out and about doing their hobby or whatever and kids flock to them just to watch. I love this idea with Robby and little kids. It's just too cute not to think about because he wouldn't know what to do with that attention at first but then get used to it as they cheer him on and ask him to do tricks. They'd want to try it out but he'd be too worried to let them because they need helmets and pads; if he could, he'd let them use his but they're too big. I just- I could go on lol. But back to your regularly scheduled content.)

Robby tells himself that he's not falling for Reader, that he can't fall for her. She has a lot going on already, he can't add onto that. Plus, when her kid arrives, she should be focussed on them. So he tells himself he doesn't like her in that way and keeps things friendly between them. If she ever notices him looking at her a certain way, she doesn't say anything, but she always gets this big smile on her face whenever he comes around and it's so cute. He's dense and doesn't realize she's started to like him and might be dropping hints every now and again about it.

When it comes to baby stuff, he's got nothing. Again, he doesn't know much - if anything - about babies. However, if Reader asks hims for help with putting something together or hanging something or just carrying something into her house, he's all for it. He's designated himself to be her muscle and with everything he learned from Mr. LaRusso - who knows how to anchor shit to the wall as opposed to his dad - he's able to put up all the decorations she wants. He tells her he can build the furniture too, you know 'cause he's already there so why not? But when she steps out of the room, he calls Mr. L and asks him questions about some things. The directions should be straightforward but they're really not...

As time goes on, Robby and Reader kind of slip into casual intimacy. They sit together anywhere and his arm ends up around her; when they're walking up or down stairs, he takes her hand but then never lets it go; he carries her books or her bag for her so she doesn't have to. It's all these little things that add up over time, but they don't even really notice.

That is until they're hanging out, watching a movie, and she's cuddled up to him and his hands are on her belly and he just realizes like 'when did that happen?' Especially since before that, he was averse and worried to touching her belly. It just kind of weirded him out (you know, like when Spencer was freaked out when JJ was pregnant in Criminal Minds? It was something like that). He realizes he likes it even though he can feel the baby squirming around in here.

Of all people to make Robby open his eyes to what was going on, it was Johnny. He sat Robby down and started asking questions, which made Robby think he had to explain that the baby wasn't his, but Johnny already knew that.

"We're just friends, that's all." "Man, and here I thought you were smarter than me." Robby just kind of gives him a glaring look that says what are you on about? "Friends don't look at each other like that, Robby. And they especially don't cuddle everywhere they go." "She's pregnant." "She likes you."

Robby what's to deny it just because Johnny said it, but once it's been pointed out to him, he can't not think about it. He wants to it be true so badly, so when they're hanging out one day, he tries to act like everything is normal, but he's a little stiff when she cuddles up to him. She looks up at him and asks if he's okay, and of course he says yes, but she knows better.

So she confronts him about it and he gets a little bashful, admitting that he likes her as more than a friend. He feels a little ridiculous as he's looking at her and her heavily pregnant belly, and here he is telling her he likes her. He's ready to get laughed at, thinking his dad is wrong about all of this, but then she smiles and asks, "really?"

"I mean, yeah. How could I not like you?"

She doesn't even answer him because it's a bit of a ridiculous question, one she can come up with a million answers for; being fat and pregnant at the top of the list. Instead, she kisses him. It's a short, sweet kiss but Robby's heart is just ready to burst. All those little touches, little acts of kindness that were a bit more, indeed add up, and they can't be happier with the result.

[ughgoaway]

About teacher!reader saying she's pregnant at Christmas giving Annie baby clothes.

WHAT IF she gave Annie an outfit that said "big sister/promoted to big sister", something that actually fits her but still gets the message across. And after the baby is born they can wear matching clothes big-little siblings

- 🎭

ooooh very very cute!!! i love it when people announce pregnancies like that, it's so nice to involve the siblings.

(just realised you said at Christmas but I had already written this... so just imagine there's Christmas decorations everywhere lol!! when I write the actual fic it will be at Xmas I swear)

I think maybe you sit Annie down and explain what's happening first. as much as you'd like to surprise her too, you just know she'd ask way too many questions lol

"So Annie, you know how you always wanted a sibling?" you ask tentatively, you know she's gonna be so excited but you're still nervous as fuck.

what if she freaks out? what if she suddenly decides she doesn't want a sibling?

Well, it's a little late for that now, considering you're 6 weeks pregnant...

Annie was playing with her teddy bears but put them down when she heard what you said. She's clearly confused why you're bringing it up again. But still very excitedly she says, "Yes!!! I want a baby brother or sister to play dress up with!! they'll be just like my dolly"

you almost tackle the whole "real baby vs. fake baby" topic but decide to discuss one important thing at a time.

"What if I told you that there's a baby in my belly right now?" You feel your chest tighten as you speak, and you feel like you could simultaneously vomit and die right now. the 5 seconds of silence felt like 5 hours.

"WHAT!!!!!" she shrieks out, bounding up to you and putting her ear to your stomach. you immediately laugh, and she pulls her head back to shush you, "I can't hear the baby if you're laughing y/n!!" she says exasperatedly. before she can rest her ear on your stomach again, you stroke her hair to get her attention.

"as nice as that would be sweet girl, I'm afraid you won't be able to hear them yet. they're only about the size of a pea right now!"

Annie's jaw drops, and she places her hand on your stomach, "wow. thats so small, " she whispers to herself.

your eyes well up almost instantly. weirdly enough Annie is the first person you've told (not a genius move on your part but it's your first time being pregnant, you're figuring it out) and feeling someone actually touch where your baby is makes you want to sob.

the pregnancy hormones are SWIMMING, so you start crying lightly, and annie gets a hurt look on her face and pulls her hand back like she's been burnt, worried shes hurt you.

"Oh no, no! It's okay Annie you can hold my tummy. I'm just so happy you know about your baby sibling!!" she immediately perks up and puts her hand back, and then rests her head against you - determined to hear something.

you let her sit for a few minutes before Annie pulls back with a quizzical look on her face, "Does my daddy know?"

as soon as you shake your head no, she somehow perks up even more. bouncing up and down on her spot asking "can I tell him? can I tell him?"

you laugh at her eagerness and bend down to pull her into a hug. you press a kiss to the crown of her head and squeeze her for a few seconds too long.

"That's why I told you, Annie! I want your help to tell your daddy. I got you a t-shirt that says "best big sister" and-"

Annie chimes in before you can finish, "I am gonna be the best big sister!! I promise!!!"

you smile softly at her enthusiasm before continuing, "I know, Annie! that's why I want you to wear it and show your daddy! he'll read it and then figure out I'm pregnant"

Annie nods as she processes your words before giving you an enthusiastic, "Yes!!!!" followed by a shriek and both hands against your stomach.

////

It's later that night, and you had originally planned to tell Matty tomorrow. Buf if Annie had to wait any longer, she might burst.

"Babe? Annie? I'm home, " matty shouts as he comes in the door, toeing off his shoes and looking around for you. he walks into the front room to see you sitting on the sofa with Annie, a small box in your hand, and her wrapped up in a blanket.

"Hi... what's happening? " matty asks, laughing, walking over to press a kiss to yours and annie head.

he sits down on the chair across from you, and you give Annie a nod, letting her know you're about to start talking. you'd already given her a queue for when to show her shirt.

"So... me and annie went shopping today. Do you want to see what we got?" you ask.

matty squints suspiciously before nodding slowly.

Annie looks at you one more time for reassurance, and as soon as you move your head slightly, she jumps up and proudly presents her shirt.

one second... two seconds... three seconds...

oh god, could it drag on any longer?? why isn't matty a quicker reader??

(you have the fleeting thought that you hope the baby is a quicker reader)

he looks up at you with wet eyes, "Really?" he whispers.

you know your voice will give out on you if you try to speak, so you sniffle and nod, rubbing at the tears already traling down your cheeks. a giggle subconsciously escapes you, you cant help but laugh at your own emotions.

you feel like you've had more emotions in the past 6 weeks than in your entire life. you had cried at every sad dog advert you'd seen, eventually you had to stop watching any TV to avoid losing all the water in your body.

before you can even think matty is jumping over to you and squeezing you tight.

burrowing his head in your shoulder and whispering, "Oh, thank you. thank you, thank you, thank you. I love you."

Annie comes and tries to pull her dad off you, "daddy!!! you're gonna squish the pea baby!!!"

both you and matty laugh wetly and separate, looking into eachothers eyes before matty turns to Annie.

he wipes at his face as he talks, "Sorry, munchkin. you're right, I need to be more careful around y/n and our pea baby"

matty stops and places his hand on your stomach again, staring at you with wide eyes, "ohmygod. our baby. like our. us. me and you. having a baby."

you nod and giggle as matty processes, and he pulls you in to kiss you deeply. it's slightly wet and salty from your tears, but to be honest- it's still fucking perfect.

Annie makes a "yuck" sound, which once again makes you and matty separate, laughing softly. he pulls her into his side and kisses all over her face. "Thank you for helping y/n tell me, pumpkin. it made it even more perfect."

"You're welcome, Daddy," Annie says shyly, buring her head into his chest. she pulls back and looks at him seriously before saying, "I kept it a secret for a whole 5 hours!!!" she nods as she speaks as if to highlight how serious the situation was.

matty bites his cheek to fight his laughter, nodding back at Annie. He finally gathers himself to say, "Wow. Good job, baby. "

he looks back to your lap and sees the box in your lap.

he gets a slightly grossed out look on his face, and he asks, "Is that the test?" You can see him trying to hide his disgust, and you can't help but laugh.

"Yes, it is, but don't worry, you don't have to hold my pee stick lol"

matty breathes out a sigh of relief, just as Annie says.

"PEE?? WHY DID YOU WEE ON A STICK Y/N??"

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cut to 9 months later, and mattys first post on his Instagram is a picture of a baby in a self-titled baby grow and annie holding him in the same shirt.

"the healy siblings"

(also welcome to the emoji anon club!!! i love having different emoji anons it makes me feel like a real blog lol <3)