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All I Need
Chapter 10 (the final chapter)
A/N: I want to thank all of you for supporting this fic so much since the start. Nothing would've the same without you, without your comments, wishes, excitement, encouragement, EVERYTHING. All of you that read it are a substantial part of 'All I Need' and I'll be forever grateful for it.
I hope you like the end...have a happy reading, guys!!! 😘😘
Warnings: fluff, angst, swearing, smut (MINORS DON'T INTERACT!!!), baby in hospital, sickness, typos.
Word count: 9.8 K
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1 month later
Finally, the dynamic around the house came to a normal one.
When Matty wasn’t away for a few days during the weeks doing shows –here and there– around the UK, he was at home with his girls. Amelia was stoic to have daddy’s time and attention.
Y/n love to watch them play around the house, Matty was making his life purpose to play with his daughter when he had the time. Y/n would never admit it, but sometimes she sneaked behind the door after excusing herself to do some chores. Matty and Amelia were so engrossed into the game to notice that mommy was watching them like if it was a play.
It was sweet to watch him when Amelia asked –as best as she could– Matty to play princesses. Over all, it was funny when she tried to make him fit into one of her tiny dresses. Matty was only able to fit his arms, and not even all the way. Whatever would make Amelia happy, her dad was ready to do.
All of their games were fun to watch: from tea parties to being pirates.
Y/n wanted to be as creative as he was, although her way to spend time with Amelia have to do more with watching films and spending hours without end drawing, or painting with their hands.
Amelia and Y/n were in the middle of one of their’s mommy and daughter time before nap time watching ‘A Bug’s Life’, Amelia was getting a bit sleepy already. When, suddenly, Y/n felt a strange wave of heat brushed over her body. She got scared for a minute. Y/n stayed still, trying to find what was wrong inside her.
Trying not to startle her daughter, she managed to run towards the downstairs bathroom. All the content inside her stomach was flushed down the toilet a couple of minutes later. Y/n pushed the button, raising her hand as best as she could. Feeling tired after the sudden actions, she rested her forehead on the toilet for a second.
Y/n tried to pick herself from the floor as best as she could. Once on her feet, she had a look at the bathroom mirror. The mirror's reflection showed a very pale woman. Y/n washed her face, hands, and teeth.
Once again, beside Amelia, Y/n stared at her calmed face deep into sleep. She would let her sleep her nap on the couch. The spiral inside her head, ignoring the film, focusing on what was happening to her body.
If she was honest with herself, she hadn't kept her medical records really updated. What if…?
Y/n shook her head, trying not to think about the worst possible scenarios. Even when her mind kept pushing to think about how Amelia was going to lose her mother, and how Matty would manage being a single father. ‘It’s only a stomach bug’, Y/n thought for herself. Adding a mental note to book a visit with her doctor.
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Y/n stirred when a hand brushed the apple of her check. Her first instinct was to look after Amelia, she was on the floor playing with blocks of different colours. Y/n felt relieved, resting again on the cushions, closing her eyes.
“So, am I invisible or what?” Matty asked from her side, surprising her.
Matty was supposed to arrived two days later, even though he was there and that was what only mattered for Y/n.
She opened her eyes wide, focusing on his form, “What the f-” Y/n couldn’t help to launch her body to be closer to him. Matty huffed, feeling her body on top of his. “You are home early!” Y/n shouted on his ear. The singer laughed about it, rounding her with his arms.
Matty looked tired, although there was something about his hair –it was shorter, there were still long curls to ran her hands through– and his casual outfit –something rare on him–, that made Y/n felt feral about him. Nothing that she would tell him.
“Hello to you too, baby.” Matty joked, happily, touching the width of her back. She was wearing the –his– blue hoodie, and his heart couldn’t help to skip a bit about her wearing his clothes.
“Hi, Matty.” Y/n said more shyly this time, staring at his eyes. He was directly staring at her, making Y/n feel a chaotic mix of warm feelings inside her.
Matty let his right hand make its way towards the back of her head, “Come here.” he pushed her face closer to his, gently. Matty left a chaste kiss on Y/n’s lips. “Agh, I missed you.” he mumbled in them.
Y/n pushed back a little, “You went away for three days…” she pestered him.
“Haven’t you missed me?”
She faked thinking about it, “Mmm, I think I’ve noticed I didn’t have my personal heating at night.”
“Oh, am I an object for you now?” Matty continued inquiring her. Y/n felt his touch everywhere, being hyperconscious of him closer to her body.
Y/n brushed her hair back, “What else then?”
Matty pouted visibly, “Meany.”
“Stop crying, Healy.” Y/n pecked his lips sweetly, letting her lips detached from his slowly and painfully sexy for him.
“And do what?” he replied suggestively, pushing Y/n’s body closer.
During the past month, the tension was raising, although neither of them dared to do something significantly about it. Matty and Y/n, both, were terrified about the idea of scaring away the other. Even though, they thought about being tangled with the other a lot.
Y/n rounded his shoulders, “Kiss me.” she said, directly.
Matty smiled wide. “My pleasure.”
Y/n tried to keep the kiss PG rated, because Amelia was around. It was hard when Matty was kissing her like they haven’t seen each other for years. She sighted loud.
The sound, coming from her mother’s mouth, startled Amelia. The little girl paddled towards her parents.
“Mommy, mommy.” she tried to gain her mother’s attention, making grabby hands.
Y/n picked Amelia up, leaving her between their bodies. Matty groaned when Y/n moved far from his embrace, although having his daughter close made him happy.
“The Healy’s are needy people.” Y/n teased Matty.
“Daddy!” she chanted, falling on her bum resting her back on Y/n’s side, even though she stared at her father with admiration.
Matty rolled his eyes at Y/n, “As if you aren’t needy from time to time.”
“‘m not.” she defended herself, brushing back Amelia’s hair with only her hands.
“Do you want to be one?”
Y/n knew what Matty was referring to, although she preferred to joke about it. “A needy person?”
“Aren’t we all a little bit needy?” Matty got distracted by the topic for a second. “But- No, I mean the other…don’t you-” he tried to continue his idea, getting mixed up with the words because he was scary of her reaction to it.
Y/n chuckled softly. It wasn’t common for Matty to be that shy, so she was going to take advantage of the moment, “What?” she asked, sporting a big smile.
“Forget it.” he muttered, stubborn. Matty changed his attention from Y/n to Amelia, leaning forward to be face to face at her high. “Mommy is being mean with daddy.” he informed her, pouting visibly. Amelia’s smile disappeared seeing his daddy looking sad, Matty opened his arms instructing her –silently– to be closer to him. She obeyed. “I need kisses.” Amelia planted a few open-mouthed kisses on his cheek. Matty didn’t want her to grow up any more. His little baby was perfect.
“No! Tell me!” Y/n interrupted the little moment between father and daughter, continuing with the discussion.
“No, you don’t want. I get it. Fine.” Matty said, offended.
Y/n snorted, his frown wrinkling his forehead and the still lingering pout made him look so cute. “You never really asked!” she protested.
“You implied it.” Matty narrowed his eyes.
“Daddy!” Amelia called him. Matty looked down at her.
“Mel-mel!” he repeated her tone.
Y/n couldn’t stop smiling. She mischievous said, “I do want.”
“Stop.” Matty’s cheeks turning crimson with the implication of her words.
“Matty!”
“What?”
“Ask me!”
He was going to keep his front steady until the last consequences, “I don’t want any more.” It was his time to teased her a little. Tango is danced by two.
“Baby.” Y/n started whining.
The singer tried with all his force to prevent the smile creping from the corner of his lips. “Fine.” Matty rolled his eyes at her. He waited a few seconds, extending the moment to make it more dramatic, then he asked, “Do you want to be a Healy?”
Y/n made direct eye contact with him. “You’ll have to get down on one knee to find out.”
“Fuck you!” Matty spat.
Y/n scolded him right away from it, “Matthew!” looking at Amelia staring at her parent's talk.
“Sorry, my love.” Matty kissed Amelia’s head.
“I love you” Y/n said, still grinning from ear to ear.
“Oh, you’re in a mood today.” Matty stated.
“So, you don’t love me? Okay, perfect.” Y/n faked being angry. Sometimes it was fun for her to joke with him. Y/n knew that Matty was down for that kind of silly games with her. “I’m going to cook Amelia’s dinner.” she let her words linger in the air, not glancing at her daughter and father. Which obviously pissed Matty.
He started to protest from the couch, “Y/n, you started-”
“No, I get it, Matty!” she answered from the kitchen, gathering the ingredients she needed. “With all this models and beautiful girls surrounding you-”
Matty stopped her abruptly, “Y/n-”
She continued to rant, without acknowledging his presence, “I can see why you don’t love me any more. Three days away-”
Even with Amelia in his arms, Matty took Y/n by the arm, flushing her body to his. He shut her words with a strong kiss, making her feel weak on the knees. Y/n was the first one to break the kiss because she starts laughing nervously directly on his lips.
Matty pushed back a few centimetres to glance at her eyes, saying, “I love you, you’re the love of my life.”
“Oh, really?” Y/n couldn’t drop the teasing, if she did, she feared she would fell to the floor. He made her weak like no one else.
“Yes!” Matty was growing desperate with her.
“What about your daughter?” Amelia was resting her head on Matty’s shoulder, enjoying the warmth his body provided.
“Our daughter. Half you…besides, that’s another universe of love…” Matty spoke messily, he wanted Y/n to know how deep he had fallen for her and how much she really meant to him.
“Right.” Y/n pattered his chest softly.
“I love you.” Matty sentenced in a very serious tone.
Y/n looked at his eyes, “I love you, ratty.”
Matty groaned loud, “Agh!” Y/n hide her head on his neck, kissing the skin there while she enjoyed his scent.
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Late at night, Matty made himself comfortable in Y/n’s bed, behind her. He knew she wasn’t still asleep, even though the lights were off, and they were ready to drift.
The singer sneaked his arms, one under her neck and his right hand touching slowly her waist. His fingers made a loving path on her skin, until his hand rested with the palm open on her belly. Matty felt how Y/n’s body stiffened.
He tried not to look too much into it, feeling better when Y/n relaxed under his touch. Matty drifted minutes later.
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Two days later
Right after Matty left for the gym, Grace showed up at the door as if she could sense when he wasn’t there. Y/n found that funny.
Her best friend was nursing a cup of tea, enjoying the rare sunny day with Y/n and Amelia. The little girl took advantage of the day to explore the garden. From time to time she went from picking flowers, to kicking a ball –showing the Manchester United’ logo– long forgotten outside.
“Fill me in.” Grace moved beside Y/n who was staring at her daughter to make sure she was alright.
“About?”
“About you and the rat.” Grace said as if it was obvious.
Y/n chuckled, “Are you ever going to stop calling him that?”
“Never.”
“Right.”
“So?”
“There isn’t much. We’re okay.” Y/n glanced down at her almost empty cup.
“Are you trying for a baby yet?” Grace grinned behind the poetry, hiding it from Y/n. Amelia’s mother glanced at Grace with her eyes blanked.
“We haven’t-”
“Why?”
Y/n tried to give Grace an explanation when she didn’t even have one. “We are taking things easy this time.”
“Oh, come on…you sleep together! Same bed! Are you still sleeping on the same bed, right?” Grace pushed her body closer to Y/n.
“Yes.”
“Then?”
“I don’t know, Grace!” Y/n shouted, frustrated.
Y/n’s friend held her hands up, showing her innocence…or trying. Y/n shook her head from side to side rapidly, trying to stop thinking about the matter for a second.
“Do you want to?” Grace asked the million question.
“Of course!” Y/n exclaimed way too quickly for her liking, so her hand went straightly to her mouth. Grace fell backwards on the outside couch, laughing very loudly.
“Whore.” she moved her arms on the air, as she was envisioning a sign with the word.
“Grace!” Y/n scolded her friend. It was a difficult mission as a parent to keep her away from the swearing.
“Sorry, mel-mel.” she shouted. “Mommy is needy!” Amelia came closer, titling her head, trying to understand her godmother’s words.
“Oh my god, Grace!”
The little girl got distracted quickly by a bunch of butterflies around a bunch of flowers. She ran towards them.
Grace went to ask, “Have you tried-”
“No.” Y/n interrupted her.
“Y/n!” Grace protested. “Are you going for a monk's lifestyle or what? He’s your boyfriend!” she pushed her body up again.
“Is he?” Y/n asked, making a weird face expression.
“I don’t know. Is he?”
“Maybe?”
“I swear…two idiots in love.” Grace affirmed, falling back once more. “Don’t be like your parents, Ames!” she screamed.
“Thank you, Grace!”
“Hear me out, put some nice outfit…go on a date, and- you know!” Grace encouraged Y/n, knowing that from time to time her friend needed a little push to do the things she was excited about.
“What if he doesn’t want?” Y/n bit her nails, nervously.
“Bet you, a hundred quid, he’s going to say yes!” Grace sat back up. “Call him.”
Matty made his appearance, startling them, “Call who?”
“Fucking hell!” Grace cried out, making Y/n rolled her eyes at her. “Why you always do that, Healy?” she spat at him.
Once Amelia’s sight fell on Matty’s form, she ran towards him, colliding with his legs. The frontman picked her up, kissing the crown of her head.
“Do what?” he asked.
“Come out of the blue, scaring the heck out of me!” Grace continued, meanwhile, Matty went to kiss Y/n openly in the mouth. Y/n’s friend inevitable grinned at them.
Matty felt Grace’s staring, “What now?” he asked, not moving too far from Y/n’s side.
“Tell him, Y/n/n!” she chose to ignore his question, encouraging Y/n once again to ask him out.
“I hate you.” Y/n mumbled.
“Oh, no! You’re going to thank me later.” Grace winked at her.
“Tell me what?” Matty took a sit beside Y/n, leaving Amelia on the floor. He was scared of the two women conversations.
Y/n turned her body away from Grace, closer to Matty’s. She dared to ask him, “Do you want to go out?” with a lack of interest.
Matty stared at her face. “Sure, don’t make it sound so fun, Y/n!” Grace screamed from between her hands, amplifying her voice, making Matty laughed.
“Are you asking me on a date, Y/n?” Matty combed her hair back, staring at her eyes and then her lips, making Y/n blush.
“Yes?”
“I agree with the menace here.” Matty pointed, with a movement of his head, in Grace’s direction. “Ask me properly.”
Y/n closed her eyes for a moment, trying to ignore the embarrassment. “Do you want to go out with me, Matty?” she finally inquired.
“Yes.” Matty replied without skipping a bit.
“Told ya!” Grace pushed herself from the couch, jumping as a signal of victory. “Give me my money!” she extended her hand towards Y/n.
Matty stared at the pair of friends, “Excuse me?”
“I never agreed to that, Grace!” Y/n glanced at her best friend, offended.
Grace fought back, “You considered it!”
Y/n chose to ignore her, returning her attention to Matty.
“Tonight works for you?” he didn’t wait to ask.
She wiggled her eyebrows, “Someone’s eager, Healy?”
“About a date with my girlfriend? Always.”
“Oh, girlfriend!” Grace teased her specially.
“I hate her.” Y/n whispered for Matty, although Grace heard it.
“You don’t! And thank me because you’re going to get some because I’ll look after your daughter.”
“We can ask Denise…”
“Actually, no,” Matty scratched the back of his head. “She was doing some shit today.”
“See?” Grace felt like she won the competition.
Y/n’s friend was beyond happy for her friend, she couldn’t help to feel like the victory was more about that than anything personal.
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Y/n walked down the stairs. Matty was waiting at the bottom of the stairs, looking extremely handsome from Y/n’s perspective.
Even though she was the one to ask him out, he was in charge of picking the place. Matty only instructed her to dress comfy, a fancy restaurant wasn’t the option.
Matty was wearing cream white trousers, a black t-shirt showing a simple design and on his feet a pair of black and white sneakers. It was so simple, although he pulled it off perfectly. Y/n, on the other hand, wore a black skirt –showing her legs–, a white plain shirt and Matty’s flannel on top. She carried a jean jacket on her arm, just in case the night was too cold.
“That’s my flannel?” Matty asked first.
“Maybe?” Y/n worried he might hate her from stealing it. “You left it in my bedroom…I can chang-”
The frontman took a few steps, stopping under the one Y/n was standing. He took her hand on his, leaving a kiss on it.“You look beautiful, baby.”
“Because I’m wearing your clothes?” Y/n teased him.
“Because you are beautiful and my wardrobe suits you.” he winked up at her.
Y/n faked coughing, saying, “Territorial.”
“Ready?”
“Yes! Scared because I don’t know where are we going.” Y/n admitted, walking all the way down the stairs without letting his hand go.
“You’ll see.” Matty replied, cryptic.
“I’m going to say bye to Amelia, and then I’m ready.” Y/n told him, when they reached the floor.
Grace was in the kitchen with Amelia. The little girl standing on a high bench made for her, so she can actually see when they cook or do something on the counter.
“Oh, you look hot!” Y/n’s friend complemented her when Y/n entered the room.
“Thanks!” she said, lifting Amelia to hug her. “Are you going to have fun with Grace?”
“Yes.” Amelia giggled, hugging Y/n.
Grace analysed her outfit, “That’s Matty’s…?”
“Yes.”
“Sexy!”
“Stop, Grace.” Y/n shut her. “Okay, bye mel-mel.”
“Bye.” Amelia answered in her cute voice..
“Mommy loves you so” Y/n kissed her cheek soundly. “so, so, so” she continued, leaving kisses “much!” making her daughter chuckled and trying to hide from it.
“Ove you, mommy!” she said back.
After the cute moment, Y/n left her again on the bench.
She went to hug Grace from behind, “Behave!” she instructed.
“Off course not!” Grace snorted. “Have fun! I’m happy for you guys.” she truthfully said.
“I love you.”
“Stop with the goodbyes…you’re not going to die, you’re going on a date!”
For a moment, Y/n’s mind couldn’t help to go directly to the multiple times she had been sick during the past weeks. Again, she had forgotten to book an appointment with her doctor. She would do it the next day.
“Say it back, grace!” Y/n urged her.
“Fine.” she whipped her hands. “I adore your crazy ass!” Grace admitted.
Y/n left a last kiss on her cheek, shouting a quick, “Bye!” running down the hall to meet Matty.
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Y/n got confused when Matty stopped the car in front of the studio. Her sight went from the iconic door to Matty’s face. He was making sure everything turned off. The singer wasn’t aware of her staring.
“Are you going to work?” Y/n decided to be frontal about her doubts.
“No.” Matty chuckled. “This is all about you, us…” he said, taking her hand.
“Explain to me why we are the studio then…”
Matty leaned forward, kissing her softly. “You have to wait, baby.” he recommended her, leaving the car.
Y/n saw him round the vehicle, going to open the boot. Matty closed it with a big sound, at the same time he carried a basket on his hand. She didn’t recall him putting it there when they got in the car.
Matty made signals for her to follow him. Y/n did, hearing the sound of the security system being turned on by him.
“What that’s for?”
“Y/n, I’m going to cover your eyes with something if you keep trying to guess.” Matty warned her.
“Kinky.” she cheekily said. Matty’s mouth opened and closed repeatedly, shocked with her words. Speechless, she left him. “This is not fair. I asked you out!” Y/n whined.
“I was faster to make a plan!” Matty offered her his hand, which Y/n took it happily.
Hand in hand, Matty conducted Y/n through all the halls and door the studio had until the last one appeared in front of them. The one leading towards the rooftop.
“You’re crazy!” Y/n turned to tell Matty, after taking a look at the big blanket on the floor surrounded by cushions and fairy lights. She couldn’t believe he did all of that in record time for her.
“George is going to make me pay for this…forever.” Matty admitted, letting go of her hand to left the basket in the middle of the blanket.
Matty stood there, staring at her, looking around. Her eyes full of something that Matty hoped it was because of him and only him.
“Do you hate it?” he nervously asked her.
Y/n returned her sight to him. It felt like a dream come true. “I love it, Matty!” Y/n moved faster to hug him tight. She was hoping it wasn’t only a dream.
“Let’s eat then.” Matty shook her playfully.
They spend a nice evening eating all the delicious food —Matty admitted that Grace helped him, detail that surprised Y/n–, chatting about everything —included their sunshine baby– and stealing kisses meanwhile the sun settle down behind them.
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Y/n fell with a thud on the studio’s couch, bringing Matty down to rest on top of her. She held his head between her hands, kissing him, letting him know her intentions.
Matty broke it, supporting his weigh on his arms. His short t-shirt exposing his strong arms, making her mouth watered at the sight. Y/n pushed her hips up to meet his, founding his hard on.
“Fuck, love.” Matty hissed. “You deserve better than a quickie at the couch-” his words were interrupted by Y/n’s actions, letting her hand wandered down his body. She rested her right hand on his crouch, driving him insane.
“Matty, I need you. I don’t care where.” she told him, staring at his face. His eyes were closed, enjoying her touch where he craved her the most; his lips parted, showing how moisturized his mouth was.
“I missed this so much.” Matty breathed out, bucking his hips forwards.
“Have you been thinking about me, baby?” Y/n squeezed his cock, making him drop a heavenly amount of moans from his mouth. Matty couldn’t care less if the neighbours could hear him.
“You don’t even want to know.” he managed to say through clenched teeth.
“Oh, I do want, my love.”
“Fuck.” Matty gained back some of his composure, tracing a path from her left knee towards her core under the skirt that droved him crazy through the whole evening. “You’re so ready for me.” Matty felt the wetness damping her lacy underwear. He needed to be inside her sooner, or he would explode inside his trousers.
“Since we left home.” Y/n admitted, fighting with his zip.
Matty got rid of his shirt, muttering a low and raspy, “Y/n.”
On a quick rush, Matty pushed his trousers and boxers down enough to have his dick out of them. Y/n stared at his form, feeling extremely hot. She couldn’t rip her sight from him, while she pushed her shirt up, revealing her breasts.
Matty palmed himself, glancing at his favourite part of her. He didn’t want to wait any more.
Y/n moved her panties to the side, silently telling him to penetrate her. Her wishes were his command, so he did.
Matty let his body fell forward until their foreheads were touching. Y/n couldn’t even gasp out loud, feeling how he was slowly entering her.
Once his tip touched her special spot, Matty took notice of her tight grip on him. He let his hands wandered towards her boobs, trying to patently wait for her to be comfortable enough. His blood was pumping hard in the veins all over his body, and her scent was infecting his senses.
Y/n tried to breathe in and out, getting used to his girth –again–.
“Please, Matty. Move!” she begged him.
With a wet sound, Matty let go the nipple he was sucking, replacing his mouth with his hand once more. He was obsessed with her breasts, he could spend an entire day just sucking and nibbling her nipples.
“Are you sure?” he checked with her.
“Please.” Y/n arched her body, pushing her boob further into his touch.
Matty started moving slowly, keeping his eyes on her face, just to be sure she was alright. Y/n had her eyes closed, losing herself in the sinful pleasures he was driving from her.
The singer protested against it, “Y/n!” he suddenly said, making her open her eyes as far as she could.
“Mhm.” she replied to the call.
“Eyes on me, baby.” Matty ordered her, retracting almost all the way out. Y/n whined. “Shush, be a good girl for me.”
“Mhm.” Y/n changed the intonation, trying to say she was. The words didn’t come to her mind.
“Are you a good-” Matty stopped the words from coming out, when he pushed all the way in. “Are you a good girl for me, baby?” he fully asked this time.
“Mhm.”
“Words, Y/n.” required taking her face on one of his hands, tight but without hurting her.
Y/n looked at him through half opened eyes. “Yes!” she told him, feeling how he moved in and out more eagerly. “I’m…I’m!” she chanted. “Please!”
“Are you close?” Matty let go of her face, burring his on her neck. Y/n let her legs round his middle.
“So close!” she informed him. “Faster, Matty!” Y/n implored him.
Matty did as he was being told. Founding a good rhythm that worked for both of them.
Y/n tried to keep her eyes fully opened when Matty returned to stared at her eyes. Their faces closer than ever, while their bodies moved in unison.
“Matty-” she whimpered softly.
“I know, I know.”
“I’m cl-”
“Come for me, baby.” he allowed her.
Matty’s worked like magic over her tired body. Y/n came undone, feeling herself creamed all over Matty’s cock. Her pussy squeezing tight around him was what brought Matty to his own orgasm, pushing sloppily inside her cunt.
Y/n wait until his released was done, touching his muscular back with all the love she had more him. Matty let his weight fell on her.
“It’s never this good with someone else.” Matty, drunk of his orgasm, let it slip through his lips.
“Are you thinking about other girls when you’re still inside me, Healy?” Y/n tried to joke.
“What? No.” he mumbled on her skin. “I’m saying-”
“I know, baby. I know.” Y/n left a kiss on his sweaty forehead, making him sighed.
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Y/n woke up, coming into the realization that they fell asleep on the couch after Matty pulled out of her. She couldn’t think too much about it because a new wave of sickness took over her.
As gentle as she could, Y/n got out from Matty’s embrace and ran towards the bathroom. Being thankful there wasn’t a single soul at the studio, since she was fully naked. Minutes after, Y/n launched towards the toilet, emptying her stomach.
Y/n tried to be cool about it, rinsing her mouth and washing her face with cold water.
When she returned to Matty’s side, the singer woke up.
“Y/n?”
Y/n sat on the edge of the couch, feeling how Matty extended his arms to touched her. “Hey,” she let her hand ran through his curls. “We should get back home.”
“Are you okay?” Matty glanced up at her face.
“Yes, something I eat must’ve irritated my stomach.” she told him, touching the area.
Matty let his hand rest on top of hers, pushing his body up. “Baby-” he caressed the skin of her hand.
“I’m okay.” Y/n calmed his worries, touching his face. Matty went to kiss her, but she stopped him, “Don’t…” Y/n let her fingertips touch his soft and pinky lips.
“Why?” Matty dissented.
“What if I have a virus or something?”
“Then we’re going to have it…” the frontman took her hand on his, placing it where his ‘true love’ tattoo was. “I’m not going to stop kissing you only for a bug.” he scoffed.
“Matty…”
“You sure you’re okay?” his worries taking over again.
“Yes, but can we go home?”
“Of course, my love.” Matty left a kiss on the corner of her mouth, partially respecting her point.
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Weeks later
Y/n and Grace were in the living room watching Amelia stare with all the love inside her little body at the little animals on the screen. She was obsessed with PAW Patrol currently, and she constantly asked for it.
Matty had been away for the whole week until that point. Grace was trying her best to distract Y/n because she noticed something was off, and her best friend wasn’t having a great time. Hence why Grace and Y/n were discussing which one of the boys was each of the dogs.
“That’s Matty!” Grace shouted.
“Of course not! Marshall is clearly George…he’s ready to extinguish Matty’s fires.” Y/n knew she had won the battle.
Grace folded her arms, knowing she had lost the battle. “You’re so wrong.”
Y/n laughed at her childish behaviour, reaching for her phone. Out of instinct, she opened Instagram, bumping into news about her boyfriend. A new article.
“Fuck, not again!” Y/n rolling her eyes at the article.
That took Grace’s attention, “What?”
“Look.” Y/n let her have the phone to read the headline.
‘Close source: Matty (Healy) is after a worldwide model.’
“They never give up!”
“Never.”
Grace returned the phone to its owner, when the device started ringing, showing Matty’s contact information.
Y/n answered calmly, “Hello?”
“Darlin’, I swear it’s not-” Matty rushed his words, trying to explain Y/n all he knew.
Y/n cut him, “I know, baby.”
“I don’t know where this came from, and Jamie is talking with the journalist-” she could picture him, walking around his hotel room, tugging his curls anxiously.
“Matty?” Y/n interrupted him again, trying to be as sweet and calm as possible.
Although, he continued with his ranting. “Meet her once in my life, and it was years ago, I don’t even have her phone num-”
“Matty!” Y/n shouted sternly, walking away from Grace and Amelia.
“What?”
“I’m not making the same mistake twice. I believe you.”
“You do?” her heart warming with his disbelief. The urge to have him close was strong.
“Yes, my love.”
“I can ask Jamie to talk with you if you need.” Matty offered, still not fully taking in that she believed his words.
“I don’t. I trust you, boyfriend.”
“Thank god, baby.” Matty breathe easier. “Going through that shit again- I can’t even think about it.”
“Hey, hey…we’re okay.”
“Okay.”
“I love you.”
“I love you so much.”
“I know.” Y/n chuckled, feeling like a teenager. “When are you coming home again?”
“Tomorrow afternoon.” Matty complained about it, feeling like he had to wait years and not only hours to be home again.
“Perfect.”
A chaotic and repeatedly sound knocking on Matty’s door reached Y/n’s ear.
“I gotta go now.” Matty informed her.
“Okay, bye…I love you.”
“Bye, love you so much more.” Matty’s voice broke at the end. He wasn’t going to waste a single day without showering in his love.
“Bye, bye.”
Y/n held her phone, staring at the kitchen floor with a smile bigger than her face. Grace came from behind, startling her a little.
“I feel so single right now.” she protested.
Y/n felt a laugh coming from the depth of her stomach, shaking her body entirely. “Shut up!”
“Maybe I like hi-” Grace commenced to joke about Matty, when her head turned around like a whip. “Y/n?” she called her, desperate.
“What?” Y/n answered without looking.
Amelia had starting puking on the living room’s floor. Grace rushed to her side when her body fought the surprise.
“Y/n!” Grace tried again, being careful to not scream too loud to scare Amelia.
Y/n ran to them, moving Grace from the middle. She went to held Amelia, rubbing her back, trying to not freak out looking at the mess in the floor.
After a few minutes, Amelia stopped. She looked down at the weird mass there, her eyes watering when panic stroked her little body. The little girl turned around crying with all the force she had left, going to hide on Y/n’s chest. She took her in right again.
“It’s okay, baby.” Amelia’s cries raised, breaking Grace and Y/n’s heart. “I know, I know. Mommy’s here.” Y/n rocked her softly, rubbing her back to sooth her.
“What’s wrong with mel?” Grace dared to ask.
“Maybe she ate something. I’ve been like this for a few weeks now. I’m starting to get worried about it.” Y/n admitted, not fully thinking about the words she was letting out, too focused on her daughter.
“Nausea?”
“No, no…only puking from time to time.”
An idea grew inside Grace’s mind, making her open her eyes wide.
“Y/n.” she started.
“It’s probably some stomach virus-”
Grace interrupted her, “Y/n!”
Amelia’s mother, still holding the crying and scared baby, turned her head to look at Grace.
“Excuse the formalities,” Grace excused herself. “Since when you haven’t had your period?”
Y/n perfectly knew for what Grace was aiming.
“What? No, it’s not-”
“Y/n! Shut up and think!”
“I can’t remember!”
“More than a week? Two?” Grace counted with her fingers.
“More than a month and a half…” Y/n felt her cheeks hot.
“Fucking hell!” Grace shouted, making Amelia cry harder. Y/n stared at Amelia’s godmother, angry. “Sorry, sorry, baby.” Grace went to touch the little girl’s cheeks. “Y/n, you need to do a pregna-”
Y/n shushed her, “Don’t say it!”
“I’m going to drop by the shops and be right back.” Grace stood up, Y/n tried to stop her, but with Amelia in that state she had a priority.
“Grace!”
“It’s fine, it’s fine…but you need to get rid of the doubt!” Y/n friend said, disappearing.
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Y/n tried to occupy her mind and her hands with something else while Grace was out.
After her daughter calmed down a little, she took her up to bathe her and change her clothes, since some vomit fell on her shirt. Y/n sang softly for her a little anthem that Matty came up for his daughter and only her. With it, she sensed Amelia relax, and even enjoy the bath time. Y/n managed to even brushed her teeth properly without a single tantrum.
Y/n let Amelia rest on the couch, keeping her body closer. They were watching a new episode of PAW Patrol, when Y/n’s hand rested partly on her forehead and crown of her head. The area was warm, way too warm. Y/n readjusted it to feel her forehead only. Amelia had a fever going on. Her mother kissed her head, deciding she was going to wait to see if it was related with her being sick earlier or not.
Grace stumbled, out of breath, into the room, holding a brown bag. “Okay, here.” she extended the bag. When her sight fell on Y/n’s face, she asked, “Did she vomit again?”
“No…but I think she’s the flu or something.” Y/n let her know, without ripping her eyes from Amelia.
“I’ll stay with Mel…shout if you need help.” Grace rushed her to move, making signals with her hands.
“Fine.”
Y/n took the bag on her hand without speaking one more word. She walked the short way to the bathroom, feeling like her feet weight like concrete.
It wasn’t her first time taking one of those tests, so the process was quicker than expected. Even though the worries clouding her mind took all of her attention. Y/n couldn’t recall detail by detail what she had been doing for a few minutes.
She let the sticks in the bathroom, setting the alarm to wait the minutes the instructions put.
“So?” Grace asked right away.
Y/n took a seat at the other end of the couch, “Have to wait.”
“Okay.” her friend stared at her to then returned to the screen.
Y/n started tapping her feet on the floor, driving Grace crazy.
“Stop that!”
“I can’t help it.” Y/n pushed her body forward, resting her elbows on her knees, rubbing her face way too harsh.
“At least-” Grace started to talk when the timer went off.
“Can’t do it.” Y/n stood on her feet, walking from side to side. Luckily, Amelia had fallen asleep.
“What?”
“Look for me.” Y/n begged.
“Fine.” Grace agreed to it. She moved, letting Amelia rest on the couch, and going to the bathroom.
Y/n’s eyes fell on her daughter. The possibility of another beautiful baby like her, even a boy, made her heart fluttered.
Grace didn’t spend a long time in the bathroom, returning with the sticks on her hand.
“Tell me.” Y/n hurried her friend.
“Haven’t seen them.”
“Then look!”
“Okay, first one…” Grace recounted what she was reading.
“Aha.”
“Negative.” Y/n’s friend said without imprinting an emotion to her words.
Y/n felt a wave of disappointment. “Mhm.” she swallowed thick.
“Second.”
Y/n didn’t speak, feeling a wave of sickness creeping her throat. She tried to keep it under control.
“Positive.”
“You have to be kidding me!” Y/n exclaimed, giggling.
“‘m not.”
“And the last one?”
“Inconsistent.” Grace told Y/n, looking directly to her eyes. She saw how Y/n’s smile fell from her face, turning to a worried expression.
“So I might be?”
“Or maybe not.”
“Shit.” Y/n let her face fell on her hands. Thinking hard about it all.
“You need to do the blood test.” Grace stated.
“Since when you know so much about pregnancies?”
“Since my best friend had a baby, do you remember how it was with Amelia?”
“Yes.”
“Well, I did my research.”
“I’m going to call the clinic.” Y/n reached for her phone and midway stopped.“Grace, what if I am…what Matty is going to think?” she worried.
“I don’t know, but I bet he’s going to be okay with it.” Grace took her hands between hers.
“And if he’s not…what would I do?”
“Y/n, first thing first…call the doctor, do the test.”
Y/n did as she was being told, booking an appointment for the next day. She needed to know and quick.
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The next day
Y/n opened the front door for Matty, holding Amelia, who refused to be away from mommy. Even the night before, Y/n resolved for them to sleep together –on Y/n’s bed– after Amelia refused to sleep in her crib. She made her point, crying for an entire hour.
Matty had his hands full when he made his way inside the house.
“Hello.” he sang, especially for his daughter.
“Hi.” Y/n answered for both of them. Her sight going to Amelia’s face, “Say hi to daddy.” she encouraged her.
“Daddy.” Amelia shortly spoke, rubbing her eye, resting her head on Y/n’s shoulder.
Matty noticed something was clearly off, “What’s wrong, baby?” he dropped everything he was carrying, without minding the mess, going to check on Amelia.
“She’s a bit sick.” Y/n filled him in Amelia’s current state.
Matty brushed her curls back, approaching his face to hers. He wanted to take away whatever was bothering her little body and suffer himself instead of his baby.
“Oh, no! Come here.” he didn’t hesitate to take Amelia. “We’re cuddling until mel-mel gets better.” he adjusted her on his side, walking towards the living room.
Y/n followed behind them, sharing a silent look with Matty when he turned around to check she was in fact walking behind them.
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“Matty?”
“Yes, baby?”
“I have to head out for a couple of hours…can you look after Mel?” Y/n asked for the favour.
“Yes, ‘course!” he looked at the exhausted baby. Amelia had been drifting in and out of sleep, being interrupted by Matty or Y/n to drink water or check her temperature.
“I’ll be right back. Whatever happens, you call me, okay?” Y/n didn’t entirely want to leave when Amelia was that sick, although she needed to know what was going on inside her own body.
“Sure.”
Matty stared at Y/n, who leaned down kissing Amelia, being careful not to wake her. “Bye, sweet cheeks. I love you”
“Mhm.” Amelia groaned on Matty's shoulder, without waking up.
“Bye.” Y/n pecked Matty quickly.
Y/n left so suddenly that Matty wasn’t able to reply to her goodbye, and his mind started running in circles about what was happening to her.
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Hours passed, Amelia was getting hotter and hotter. She whined constantly for half an hour, and Matty was unsure about his options. He tried to google but desist from it since nothing made sense online.
He was worried and Y/n wasn’t coming home. The frontman send her a bunch of texts, but she wasn’t seeing them.
When Amelia barely managed to open her eyes and her forehead burned his hand, he decided to start calling Y/n.
“Y/n, pick up, pick up.” he whispered, not leaving Amelia’s side.
He stopped hearing the characteristic tone calling, to the robotic voice saying: ‘the line is out of…’. Matty cut it, staring at his screen.
“Fucking hell, where’s she?” he said, annoyed, going to call her again.
He tried multiple times, checking Amelia between tries. The same answer over and over again. Matty wasn’t going to quit until Y/n’s voice came from the other end of the line.
“Please, baby.”
One, two, three tones…
“Hi, Matty.” Y/n picked up.
“Finally! Where the fuck are you?” he shouted at her.
Y/n’s voice shaking from fear, she pictured the worst, “What’s wrong?”
“Where are you?”
“Stop replying with questions! What’s going on? Amelia”
“Amelia is boiling, Y/n. She’s whining, and I don’t know how- I’ve tried everything. Nothing is working.”
“Did you take her temperature?”
“Yes, Y/n. She’s almost at 40º C”
“For how long?”
“‘Fuck I know. I’ve been trying to bring it down, it’s impossible…and calling you- I’m going to take her to the ER.” he concluded.
“Okay, I’ll meet you there.” Y/n agreed silently that it was the best option.
“Where are you?”
“Um-”
“Y/n?”
“Which hospital are you going to take her?”
“The closest one.” Matty let Y/n know, going to pick his wallet and jacket.
Y/n decided to be frontal about it, “I’m here.”
Matty stopped death in his tracks. “Y/n, please. What the fuck?”
“I’m okay, I’m okay.” she quickly reassured him.
“You almost gave me a heart attack!”
“I’m sorry, I’ll explain, okay? Just bring Amelia to the ER. I’ll be there.” He needed to be hurry up.
“Okay, okay.”
“Bye.”
“Bye. I love you.”
“Love you, please hurry!” Y/n said before the line cut.
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Y/n was at the front desk, talking with two nurses, when Matty rushed in holding Amelia.
“Them!” Y/n said to the older woman, signalling with her fingers to father and daughter.
The youngest one walked closer to Matty, ready to take Amelia in her arms. When he didn’t move a muscle, the woman ordered, “Let me carry her.” with a calmed voice as if she went through situations like those a hundred of times.
“No.” Matty refused, making the people –waiting in the waiting room– to look at him.
“Matty-” Y/n tried.
Matty stared at the nurse, saying, “Let me know where I have to take her.”
“Sir, we need to check her.”
Y/n went to stand beside Matty, touching his back. “It’s okay, she’s going to be okay.” Y/n tried to keep the calm.
Matty stared at Y/n. After an eye battle, he let the nurse take Amelia. They followed her to a room.
“Stand there.” she instructed for the parents.
Y/n took his hand, squeezing it hard. They were too focused on Amelia laying at the emergency room’s bed to notice the doctor coming to check their daughter.
“Daddy.” Amelia moved her head, raving from the fever. Matty’s instinct was to be close to her, going to stand beside the rudimentary bed.
“Sir, please stay back!” the doctor instructed him.
“Let me hold her hand.” Matty implored.
The doctor stared at the singer, thinking how to say no, when Amelia screamed again, breaking the silence of the room, “Daddy!” Matty didn’t wait for the man’s reply. His daughter was calling him.
“Okay, but stay out of the way, so we can work.” The doctor defeated by the parent.
“Mhm.” Matty don’t even thank her, holding Amelia’s hand and brushing her wet curls back. Y/n tried to keep her tears at bay, her heart swelling for her baby girl. “We’re here, mel-mel. Mommy and daddy are here with you.” Matty whispered only for her.
After a while, the doctor looked between Matty and Y/n. Choosing to talk with her.
“Are you her mother?” she inquired.
“Yes.”
“We need to take her to the operating room right away.”
Y/n felt how her blood disappeared from her head, going directly to her feet. She held a chair beside her, preventing from falling down.“What’s going on?”
“Her appendix has exploded, or it’s about to do it. We need to operate with urgency because it can cause irreversible-”
Y/n abruptly interrupted her, “Don’t tell me. Just do it, help her, please!” she pleaded desperate.
The doctor nodded with her head, deciding to keep her silence. She shared a look with the nurse, who went to give Amelia a painkiller.
“Sir, you need to move now.”
“Matty-” Y/n called him.
“What are you going to do with her?”
“They need to intervene her, Matty.” Y/n explained.
The nurse tenderly instructed them, “Please, go to the waiting room. I’ll keep you guys updated, I promise.” she said more for Y/n than Matty.
“Thank you.” Y/n thanked her.
Matty and Y/n saw how they took Amelia away.
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Waiting room
Y/n studied the people around the waiting room. She needed something to focus while waiting. The nurse appeared –as she promised– from time to time saying everything was okay, but they still were working.
“Here.” Matty offered Y/n a coffee, arriving after visiting the hospital’s buffet.
Y/n rejected, “No, thank you.”
“Y/n, you need to drink or eat something.” Matty took a seat beside her, placing her arm around her shoulders.
“I know, but-”
“‘m also scared althoug-”
“Matty, it’s not that.” she stopped him. “I’m 100% sure everything is going to be fine. Amelia is going to be fine.”
“Yes.” Matty bobbed his head. “What’s then?”
Y/n kept her silence, returning to look around the room. Matty didn’t push her, although his mind instantly went to his principal worry before Amelia got worse.
“Why were you here? Are you okay?” he took a sip of his coffee, oblivious to Y/n’s next announcement.
“I-” she started, worried of his reaction. The words getting stucked on her throat.
“Y/n-” Matty took his arm away from her body, turning to the side to fully stared at her face. Trying to find the answers he was craving.
“Remember how I’ve been feeling sick from a time to now?” Y/n asked, without hesitation this time. Her sight falling on a little boy running around his father.
“I do.”
“Amelia puked yesterday, and I told Grace that we probably caught something…which now I’m sure it wasn’t that-”
Matty wanted to skip the extra details, so he interrupted her rant,“Y/n!”
“Be patient!” Y/n took his hand on hers. “So, Grace suggested something I really didn’t think about…”
“What?”
“When I had my last period.”
“Okay?” Matty continued to look at her puzzled.
“I couldn’t remember.”
The realization of her words hitting him, “Y/n-”
“That’s not everything. She brought pre-... tests for me to do.”
“Baby-” Y/n ignored him
She continued, “One negative-”
“Shit.”
“One positive.”
“And the other?” Matty touched her chin gently, forcing Y/n to look directly into his eyes.
“Doubtful.”
“That’s why you came here.” Matty concluded.
“Exactly.”
He waited for her so say more, so when she didn’t, he added, “And?”
“Please, don’t be mad at me. It’s fine if you don’t-”
“Y/n, are you pregnant?” Matty breathed out.
“I can’t drink that” she pointed towards his coffee. “For 9 months…or more. Do the maths, Matty.” she gifted him a smile.
“Never been the smartest. Please, say it.” Matty mumbled.
“We’re going to have another baby, Matty.” Y/n felt the tears on the corner of her eyes. Matty started crying silently.
“Oh my god!” Matty directly placed a hand on her belly. “How long?” she dried his tears falling through his cheeks.
“Doctor says I’m almost at 11 weeks…which is almost 3 months in.” Y/n shared with him. The news better sweet with the place and the situation they were surrounded by.
“Mel is going to be a big sister.” Matty stated, not tearing his sight and his hand from Y/n’s belly.
“Mhm.” Y/n couldn’t help to keep crying.
“I need to hold her for a week after this.”
“She’s going to love that.”
Y/n was interrupted by the doctor calling after them, “Healy?”
“Yes!” Y/n and Matty stood from their seats, rushing to meet her.
The doctor instructed, “Follow me”
They indeed followed her though halls and stairs, finally stopping at a hospital room. The light inside was dimmed, Y/n and Matty gasped when they saw Amelia sleeping on the bed.
“She’s under the effect of the anaesthesia.” The doctor informed Amelia’s parents. “Probably going to wake up soon. Amelia’s going to be scared of the effect, probably, so be patient. When she does wake up, touch the red button and the nurse is going to check on her.” she finished.
“Is she alright now?” Matty asked her.
“Yes, she’s out of risk…if you waited a few hours-” She stopped talking, they fully understand.
“Oh my god!” Y/n touched her chest, where her heart was.
“You did right.” she reassured them.
“Thank you, doc.” Matty held his hand towards her, she politely took it, shaking it shortly.
“I’ll see you guys tomorrow morning.”
“Good night”
She got lost between the halls connecting all the rooms. Matty and Y/n went directly to stand beside Amelia.
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Three days later
Amelia was recovering as expected. She was tired of being away from her house, even though Y/n and Matty tried to ease it for her. They brought her favourite toys from home and even all her favourite people –the guys, Tim, and Susanne– called her. Grace and Denise dropped by right away when they found out Amelia was in the hospital.
They knew it was the last hour for them in that room. Amelia was ready to be back home, as well as her parents.
Grace came in meanwhile Matty was putting on display a play for Amelia. He wanted to distract her and made her laugh to make the hour to pass quicker than it felt. Y/n was in the bathroom since she reportedly to have to pee even more than before.
“Hello!” Amelia’s godmother shouted from the door holding balloons in her hand.
“Ace!” Amelia changed her focus of attention from her father to Grace.
Matty wasn’t happy about it, “Crushing my play…thank you, Grace!”
“Shush.” she dismissed him, going to Amelia. “This is for you, mel-mel!” Grace let her hold the threats holding the balloons. Amelia laughed watching them bounce on the air.
“How are you?” Grace checked on the little girl.
“She’s better.” Matty answered for her.
Grace turns to look at him. “Was talking with my god-daughter.” she rolled her eyes at him.
Matty went to say something; but Y/n interrupted, returning to the room. “You guys are never going to drop it?”
“Never.” they say in unison.
Y/n shook her head. Matty walked closer to his girlfriend. Amelia’s mother felt his arms sneak around her, touching her belly. It was a habit he had when she was pregnant with Amelia. Matty was bringing it back now.
Matty kissed the side of her face, when Grace interrupted their moment.
“Oh my god!” Y/n stared at her friend, knowing.
Y/n moved away from Matty. “What?” she asked, faking being oblivious about her surprise. She knew Grace knew.
“You are?”
“What?” Matty interfered.
“She knows.” Y/n silently said it was okay to share the news with Grace.
Grace started crying. “Oh my god!” she went to engulf Y/n in a hug, pushing Matty away from them, “Go away you”
“Hey!” he protested. “I’m the father!”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Grace brushed him off, making Y/n laugh.
Matty returned to Amelia’s side, half whispering, half shouting, “Your godmother is crazy.”
“And I was starting to like you…” Grace warned him.
“Really?”
“Don’t steal the moment!” she shouted from Y/n’s shoulder. “I can’t believe you’re going to have another baby!”
“Who’s having another baby?” Denise showed up at the hospital door. Grace and Y/n break the hug, smiling at Matty’s mother.
“Grace and his big mouth!” Matty groaned. “Hi, mom.”
“Nana!” Amelia clapped for her.
“Hi, sweets! How’s my favourite grandchild?”
“Well, she’s not going to be the only one now…” Grace muttered.
“Grace!” Y/n and Matty yelled at the same time from opposite sides of the room.
“What?” Grace made her shoulders move up and down, innocent. “If I know, you have to tell your mom, Matthew!”
“Tell me what?” Denise said.
Matty and Y/n shared a look. Y/n bowed her head, instructing Matty to just tell his mother. “Y/n is pregnant”
“Are you the father?” Grace and Y/n burst into a fit of laughter at Denise’s antics.
“Denise!” Matty scolded her. “Of course I’m the father!”
“Are you sure?” his mother teased him.
“Learn from your mom how to be cool, Matty!” Grace suggested him.
Matty ignored his comment, replying to his mother, “I am sure.”
“Really?”
Y/n approached him, resting her hand on his back, “Don’t say it too loud, Denise. Or some tabloid is going to pick it up.” she tried to redirect the conversation.
“Jokes aside, I’m so happy for you!” Denise admitted, drying tears from her eyes. “You’re going to be a big sister, Ames!” Amelia’s grandmother shouted, making her titled her head without understanding what she was saying
“We haven’t had the chat…” Matty said.
“Oh, okay!”
Before they can continue, the doctor came in.
“Okay, time to leave, Amelia Healy!” she smiled warmly to Amelia.” I’ll ask the family to wait outside, except the parents.”
Grace and Denise left right after, respecting the protocol.
“Please, sign this while I check her one more time.” she gave Y/n a paper to put her sign in, allowing Amelia to leave the hospital.
When all the check-ups are done, the doctor informed the little girl, “Now it’s official, Amelia. You can go home with mommy and daddy!” The little girl clapping, making the rest of the presents laugh.
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Time to return home…
Matty placed Amelia gently on the special car chair for her, making sure not to mess with the bandage on her belly.
Y/n watched her boyfriend —father of her children, and love of her life—, jog around the car coming to the driver's seat.
When Matty drove out of the car park, Y/n turned the radio on. A very familiar chords reached their ears. ‘All I Need to Hear’ was on the radio.
Y/n grinned big, feeling how Matty took her hand to left it on his tight. During the journey, Matty’s hand travelled from the stare wheel to Y/n’s belly.
She admired the side of his face, turning after to make sure Amelia was alright. The little girl fell asleep with the car’s movement. Y/n returned to look at the love of her life, feeling like the future was with them together in it. The four of them and all the people that witness Y/n and Matty’s love story.
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Cinderella (1950)
Sumptuously animated, with iconic images and memorable songs, Cinderella exemplifies the golden age of Disney Animation. Adults will be filled with warm nostalgia while watching - even if they didn’t grow up with the film. Kids will be delighted. Smart choices throughout make it an old-fashioned picture with lasting appeal
Orphaned and now living with her cruel stepmother (voiced by Eleanor Audley) and two wicked stepsisters (voiced by Helene Stanley and Rhoda Williams), Cinderella (voiced by Ilene Woods) is now a servant in her own home. Though forced to perform endless chores and suffer unjust punishments, Cinderella never loses hope that someday her dreams will come true. When the King (voiced by Luis van Rooten) organizes a royal ball to find a suitable wife for his son, Lady Tremaine becomes determined to prevent Cinderella from attending.
Cinderella is very much a classic fairy tale. The story is timeless and easy to latch onto. It’s also very much a product of its time. The protagonist is not an active participant in their own story. Today, a strong female character might use her wits to get herself out of a jam or just punch the bad guy in the face. It’s no spoiler to tell you that Cinderella’s salvation is kind of just served to her on a platter through the magic of her fairy godmother (voiced by Verna Felton)… but that's oversimplifying it. The story’s message is that even if others treat you like dirt, you shouldn’t hold a grudge and remain kind. The moral is taken to an extreme but it’s a good lesson to teach - far more applicable to real life than you'd think.
This is a rather straightforward retelling of the fairytale by Charles Perrault but key additions and choices make it stand out. First, the animated medium. Every frame of Cinderella is so crisp it looks like it was made yesterday. The colours are wonderful. The characters are delightfully expressive. The movements are smooth, everyone is always on-model and it’s a delight to simply watch the story play out. The chateau is filled with all sorts of details that make it feel like it used to be majestic but is slowly rotting away, like the huge mouse population that moves through its corridors through endless - and varied - secret passages. You can tell the artists had a blast coming up with new ways for Jaq, Gus (voice by Jimmy MacDonald) and the other mice to make their way from one room to another.
Another memorable aspect of Cinderella is the musical numbers. Ask anyone. They’ll tell you Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo is the best piece but over the years So This is Love has grown on me as much as A Dream Is a Wish Your Heart Makes. Special attention should also be given to Oh Sing Sweet Nightengale, in which Cinderella sings harmony with herself in a clever manner that also utilizes the animated medium to its full potential.
Cinderella is a lovely person. She’s meek but kind and patient, with neverending empathy for those around her. Seeing her constantly beaten down breaks your heart. While she could be described as a bit bland as far as heroines go, the same can’t be said about the film's chief villain, Lady Tremaine. Modeled after and voiced by the same woman who would later bring Maleficent to life, she steals every scene she’s in. You hate her but wouldn't dare look away for a moment.
There is one scene, in particular, that stood out to me during this viewing. It’s not a big memorable moment but it exemplifies the care that was put into the film. In it, Cinderella walks up a flight of stairs with a tea set on a tray. She's being followed by Lady Tremaine’s cat, Lucifer, who knows a mouse is hiding beneath one of the cups. The cat is about to get his prey when Cinderella’s shoe suddenly slips off. She turns around to put it back on, spinning the tray and making Lucifer grab the wrong cup in the process. His bewilderment makes us laugh and the scene also foreshadows the famous slipper that will be left behind later in the film.
Cinderella is what you picture when you hear the words “Classic Disney”. it’s gorgeous, contains plenty of laughs, and offers just enough heartbreaks to keep you in suspense until the happy ending you've been promised. The songs are memorable, as are the characters - even if sometimes they’re little more than archetypes. Not every movie should be like Cinderella but if you want to tell an old fairytale, do it like this. (On Blu-ray, March 12, 2021
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◈ TAG NINE PEOPLE YOU’D LIKE TO KNOW BETTER!
Tagged By: @leafstcne
Tagging: @kingsmedley , @hopeful-hugz , @fallenphxtxgrapher , @wrongtrain and anyone that would like to steal this! Sorry if I've tagged you and you already did it. ^^;;; My dash game has been super weak lately.
favourite colour(s): I really just like colors by themselves! Bright and beautiful colors all over the place. Rainbows and iridescent mixes are especially wonderful~
favourite flavour(s): I really prefer sweets! I'm not picky about what kind of sweet, though.
favourite genre(s): My favorite genres tend to be fantasy and children's/family media.
favourite music: I have never found a genre of music that I couldn't find something to love in. Music in all shapes and sizes is beautiful, and I love everything. I do have a very soft spot for baroque compositions, even though Sibling really dislikes them. XD
favourite movie(s): Mmm, there are a lot of these I really love, too. Studio Ghibli and Disney films tend to be in my top shelf, but I love other kinds of movies, too. I tend to really love traditional animation over live action and family media over adult media, but there's plenty of adult media I enjoy as well.
favourite series: Hhhhngh... I'm so sorry guys, there's just so much good media out there. I don't have any favorites, but I love a wide variety of stuff. From Chip 'n' Dale Rescue Rangers to W.I.T.C.H. to Trinity Blood. I once again have a soft spot for animation.
last song: squints Uuuhhh I think it was Second Hand News by Fleetwood Mac. Sibling got the rerelease vinyl and we listened to it recently.
last series: That would be Ewoks on Disney+. Sibling and I stumbled upon it. It's not great, but it's growing on us. XD I have very vague memories of watching it as a child.
last movie: We watched Princess Kaguya for the first time last night. ;-; The animation was so beautiful and the story was so sad and eeueuuagghh I love Studio Ghibli y'all.
currently reading: Nothing at the moment. All of our books are in storage because we just don't have the space.
currently watching: I have a lot of anime on my list of unfinished and not caught up with. Jujutsu Kaisen, My Hero Academia, Fairy Tail, One Piece, Demon Slayer, and Boruto are all ones I can think of off the top of my head. I haven't opened Crunchyroll in a really long time because I'm trying to focus on threads and gaming.
currently working on: Trying to catch up on threads, completing my ScarVio pokedex, finishing PLA, starting Café Enchante, Finishing Dark Cloud so I can start Dark Cloud 2, organizing and unpacking my room, acclimating my mom's dogs to my house and setting up a schedule for everyone, catching up with chores, finishing Persona 5, reorganizing key points in my house, playing Final Fa-- You know what? It's a lot. I have a lot to do. lllOTLlll
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Unnecessarily Detailed Dislikes
Please repost, don’t reblog.
Answer the questions for your muse and tag some people.
Muse name: Nyk, Fenfaxi, some other less polite things
Least favorite nickname: Nyky
Least favorite colour: He doesn't care for neons
Least favorite season: He likes them all
Least favorite weather: Hot and dry
Least favorite—hot or cold: Hot
Least favorite holiday: If it involves fasting or sobriety he's against it
Least favorite food: Salad
Least favorite flavor: Artificial Flavor
Least favorite drink: He's not picky; maybe buttermilk?
Least favorite scent: Wolverine
Least favorite sound: Dusty old corpse nails scraping the windowsill when he's trying to concentrate
Least favorite book: The average journal or grimoire, though they're still entertaining
Least favorite movie: He refuses to watch films of any sort, at all, in his modern setting
Least favorite tv show: See above
Least favorite school subject or area of study: none; he's a scientist at heart and wants to learn it ALL, even if it's just to laugh at whatever kooky things people currently believe
Least favorite aspect of their job: Job security too tight
Least favorite fictional character: You know those spineless fathers in faerie tales who let their second wives browbeat them into abandoning their own children? Yeah, that guy. Not entirely fictional
Least favorite person: Bluebeard
Least favorite trait in others: Self delusion
Least favorite place: Deserts and iron mines
Least favorite thing to talk about: Himself
Least favorite thing about themselves: He knows too damn much
Least favorite sexual position: What do you mean there's more than one?
Least favorite daily chore: Unclogging the damn drain
Least favorite style of clothing: 16th to 18th century menswear really was something
Least favorite activity: Dying, especially of fire or poison
Least favorite superpower: They all have their uses; he's practical that way
Least favorite thing about humanity in general: The smell Their ability to rationalize and justify their own evils to themselves, causes no end of trouble
Least favorite thing about being in love: That's he's going to spend the whole time being hyper aware of the impending loss (see below)
Least favorite thing about death: The grief, he doesn't let go easily or at all
Lifted from: @magioffire
Tagging: @ivakir, @ofdeathandfear, @gossamerashes, @deathtaught
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Hanna, episode 2
1. I know this is true of every single Skam ever, but honestly, the opening with Hanna trying to find the perfect way to contact Mia is SO gay. Like, how is this not a gay love story? It should be. That smile when she tracks her down! Honestly! It could have been Hanna and Mia and Matteo and Jonas - there’s a whole lot of potential at the cabin.
2. Speaking of which ... this place they go is really attractive!! And it’s filmed so beautifully. Every single time I watch this episode I fall in love. I want to make a billion screenshots and just pour my affection over all of them all the time. One thing I will absolutely hand to this season on a platter. I absolutely adore the colours, the way it’s shot, just how pretty it is. It’s soft and cool and nice, and it suits Hanna so so well. In fact, I’m finding it hard to have anything else to say because I just love the pretty so much.
3. However, Jonas is... hmmm. I mean, I know why he’s the way he is here (the over-protective bro figure for Matteo, caring about him and his ‘weird family’ etc, and the sense of responsibility because he brought him here) and yet the way he treats Hanna is so not good. Abandoning her as soon as Matteo appears, and then singing to him rather than her? Alongside all the lying and secrecy, it’s no wonder she feels the way she does. Plus the put downs - somehow here it feels harsher, probably because it’s clear Hanna feels it harder now. This is the third time Jonas has been shitty about her and her abilities and it’s obviously starting to bite. The whole way Jonas is here was frustrating in the original but somehow it’s even more so here. I can’t even put my finger on why.
4. Complete aside: Carlos looks so awful here. That facial hair was a terrible look on him, and his costume is... well. It doesn’t do him any favours. I know he’s supposed to look and seem dodgy so it worksfor this context, but ugh. Later-season Carlos is such an improvement!!
5. And oof, again. In the original the boys were really shitty to Eva, but Isak at least seemed to take some care for her. He did some of the chores. Here, the guys seem to take a certain advantage of her more than the original did. Like, for Eva it was a really unhappy experience, but for Hanna it genuinely seems excruciating. It’s no wonder she feels taken advantage of and that Jonas might be cheating. His lack of care for her is so obvious. ‘Don’t be such a drama queen’ - as if this whole thing was just about the smoking and not about the absolute lack of consideration they have. Overall, I genuinely do like Jonas. But in this episode he’s a really shit boyfriend.
Overall, this is a good episode. As usual, it borrows heavily from Skam and so a lot of its success is based off that show and SO MUCH credit needs to go to the plotting and writing etc of that show. But again, Hanna works so well for me as a character that it feels fresh. Plus, her Jonas is so awful and the other boys feel much worse than Isak (though tbh not as bad as Skam-Carlos, whose name I forget rn), that she feels so much more isolated and alone. And somehow, Hanna feels more fragile than Eva so her ups and downs hit me a bit harder. Basically I just really love her, and I feel so bad for her with these people she’s surrounded by. And after reminding myself how bad it is with Jonas here, I feel even more that this should have been gay. Ditching her boyfriend for the nice girl she met would have been a great story.
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The anhedonia has long since robbed me of a “marketable” style. The line art, colours, retouching? Feels like a chore to be honest. I don’t even touch Photoshop/MediBang as much as I used to. Even the scenes seem to fall down like a flimsy house of cards, no matter how many times I try to build them back up. I’m thinking how a lot of those webcomics were on hiatus, never once updated again, maybe they’ve moved on already. Maybe I should, too, but then even as I try to read a proper book, or watch a film, I find myself back on the same endless, aimless treadmill, in my own world again. What is this disorder, exactly? Is it the depression, or is it something else entirely?
Who’s that bobbed little one above? I see a whimsy, quirky kid fit for a dreamy world. I can take inspiration from my own dreams, since I keep jotting them down. Yet the urge just isn’t there, but rather through the many men I have - they speak to my sadness more, you know? Having a lady pianist alongside a lady conductor, not the same. I wouldn’t write a Sapphic story about a bassoonist and a dressmaker even if it means reaching out to a wider audience. Besides, the ladies I do have are strange enough to even not feel completely like real women, sometimes, since I myself created them. These guys are my own, my own answer to the void that I treat as my audience, and for those of you who happen to be physically existing and viewing this hot mess of a blog, I love you and I hope you appreciate that you’re not as deranged as you think!
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Vlogging Your Pregnancy In Lockdown ~ Jeon Jungkook
The shouts that came from downstairs were the sign you needed to know Jungkook had turned his camera on, you couldn’t help but smile, picking up the pile of washing you’d placed on the bed, you finally made your way downstairs, finding him leaning on a counter in the kitchen.
“Look who finally showed her face,” he teased, turning his vlogging camera so that it faced you, “what are you doing carrying all that?”
“I’m just washing,” you told him, poking your tongue out, placing the pile on top of the washing machine. You could still feel his eyes closely on you as you filled up the machine, unfolding all of his clothes that he’s screwed into the washing basket.
He filmed you closely with the camera, muttering to the fans that he was vlogging for as you finished your chore, as you turned around, smirking at him looking across at you. “I told you before that you’re not supposed to do chores in your state.”
“Kook, I’ve got nothing better to do right now, it stops me going insane,” you chuckled, “I’m fed up of being indoors all day doing nothing.” He smiled, sitting down, with you beside him, propping the camera up on his small tripod.
“She’s not listening to what I tell her to do.”
You nudged his waist, hearing his light giggle, pushing you away. The two of you had been in lockdown for quite some time, just like most other people, only you were nearing the end of your pregnancy, and the fears of the world were growing amongst you both.
“It feels like Y/N’s due date is getting closer, and we don’t know what to expect,” he told the vlog, wrapping his arm around you, pressing his palm to your growing bump.
He tried his best to be calm, but on the inside he was freaking out, the vlogs were the perfect way for him to try and keep to some normality of having fans or cameras constantly around him and forget about what was happening on the other side of the confides of your home.
“I keep telling him that we can’t predict anything about what’s going to happen, but he doesn’t listen, I just think he’s nervous about me giving birth in the middle of the living room,” you teased.
“It’s quite understandable, this is our first child and it could be born without any help, I’m freaking out that things are going to go wrong,” he sighed, resting his head onto your shoulder. “I just don’t want anything bad to happen, or worse, for me to make a mistake.”
The two of you had spent many a night recently talking it all through, with so much time on your hands, the reality was bound to be on your minds, but you tried your best to reassure and comfort each other through it all.
“It’ll be fine,” you grinned, “we’re all feeling a lot of emotions right now, that’s all.”
He pressed a kiss to your shoulder, picking his camera back up, “why don’t we show the fans the nursery we’ve been putting together?”
“Sounds like a plan,” you replied, taking his hand to pull you up from the chair, following him up the stairs into what was once your guest room, but had since been completely transformed into the perfect nursery to welcome your new little one.
Jungkook had worked tirelessly to make sure the whole place was the best, he conducted plenty of research when it came to colours and equipment to make sure his child had the best, and you were hardly allowed to raise a finger, just to be on the safe side with it all.
“You’ll remember in the last vlog we told you we’re not finding out the gender, so the colour of the room was a tough decision.”
“Jungkook found that yellow was a nice neutral colour though.”
“I just wanted to make sure that it was nice and stimulating for a baby.”
Whilst you took a seat in the rocking chair that was placed in the corner of the room, Jungkook took the vlog around the room, proudly showing off his hard work. Everything had been built by him and decorated by him, with a small input from you, he wanted everything to be perfect, and provide only the best for his child.
“I can’t believe that in just two months, I’ll be able to walk into this room and peer into this cot and see my child staring back up at me. It’s quite overwhelming to think that everything is coming around so quickly,” he grinned, fighting back his tears.
“Quarantine is making him very emotional too by the look of things.”
He sighed, beckoning you over, wrapping an arm around your waist, “I’m nowhere near as hormonal as you are though, this one cried for hours when we were first put on lockdown because she was scared of what might happen,” he told the camera, tickling against your hips gently.
“I cried because I knew I was going to be stuck with you for the foreseeable future.”
“You and I both know that isn’t true, just the other day you told me how nice it was for me to be home,” he reminded you, kissing the tip of your nose.
“That’s not true,” you giggled, “you must just be dreaming things, maybe baby brain is bothering you more than it’s bothering me, you don’t know what you’re hearing.”
It was the bond the two of you had that the fans loved to see, the vlogs went down a storm online, being able to have an insight into both of your lives together was something rare, but they loved that you were both so willing to interact with them.
“Either way, I’m glad to be at home and be able to keep an eye on you, even if you do like to go off and do your thing,” he chuckled, “I’ll be sorting the washing out when its finished too.”
You nodded, rolling your eyes as he was affirmative with you. “The last time you hung the washing out I had to follow behind you and do it again.”
“Well, I think maybe this is enough content for one vlog, hopefully you like the nursery,” he smiled, “and enjoyed having a little chat with us both today. Lockdown is driving us crazy, but luckily we’ve got each other and our little one to keep us both going, and we’ve got Army too.”
“You guys are my saving grace at the moment, now you can all see how difficult it is to live with Jungkook day in day out, I get lots of messages sympathising with me.”
His eyes widened, looking straight into the lens of the camera, “you’re all supposed to be on my side, my Army, not hers. This is the ultimate betrayal by all of you.”
“It’s alright, when the baby comes, you’ll become their third favourite Jeon family member,” you teased, brushing your hands through his hair, “say goodbye Kook.”
“I hope you all know I won’t forgive you for this, goodbye for now Army.”
“Thanks for choosing me, see you later Army.”
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Magic Christmas Tree
I thought I’d try something different this year and find a bad Hannukah movie, but everybody I asked had the same recommendation: Adam Sandler’s Eight Crazy Nights. I know for a fact that is a prohibitively awful film, because I know people who’ve watched parts of it (I have not to date met anyone who could sit through the whole thing), but it just doesn’t feel like an MST3K feature to me. Anyway, I have standards. My conclusion is that people need to make more Hannukah movies… and until that happens, I’m watching Magic Christmas Tree, which comes specially recommended by RiffTrax.
This is the only Christmas movie I’ve ever seen which starts with cheerful holiday music over footage of… Hallowe’en decorations. Obnoxious bully Mark and his two pushover friends decide to go investigate a supposedly-haunted house. Naturally the old lady who lives there is a witch, and in exchange for Mark rescuing her cat, she gives him a seed for a magical tree that will grant him three wishes. Two months later, with the tree fully grown, his first wish is to have magical powers for one hour – he uses them to torment unfortunate people who were already having to work on Christmas Eve. His second wish is to kidnap Santa Claus and extort unlimited presents from him, but that attracts the attention of the spirit of Greed, who intends to keep Mark as a slave forever! Good thing he’s still got that third wish.
God, I hate this movie. I’d say it’s the worst Christmas movie I’ve ever seen, but Elves exists, so instead I have to say it’s the worst Christmas movie that didn’t have any Nazis in it. It reminds me more than anything else of Ghost of Dragstrip Hollow, in that it’s an absolute mess that seems to have been put together by people who have no idea what they’re doing. It spends most of its time on boring, annoying irrelevant bullshit, and then when it gets to the plot, that’s boring and annoying, too!
Magic Christmas Tree is only an hour long, but that’s twice as long as it needed to be. A plot summary makes it sound like most of the film will be dealing with Mark’s three wishes and how he uses them, but it’s half-over before we even get to that point. The time leading up to it is spent watching Mark follow the witch’s complicated instructions on how to grow and activate the tree, and his parents dealing with this unwanted thing appearing in the middle of their back yard. All of this is presented in excruciating detail. We watch Mark dig the entire hole to plant the seed in. We see his Dad struggle with the lawnmower at unbelievable length, while the Mom yacks about nothing on the phone with her friend Betty. The Dad tries to cut the tree down with no success. Mark has to say a set of magic words over and over and over.
It goes on so long, it passes the are you fucking kidding me? point and wanders into territory where you wonder if there’s something wrong with the disk and you’re playing the scene over and over. It actually starts to feel like it’s on purpose – especially when the slowness is repeatedly emphasized by shots of Mark’s pet tortoise, Ichabod, who seems to be eating his patch of clover far faster than anybody else is accomplishing anything. You’ll swear the movie is making fun of you.
The sound that accompanies all this is sometimes very peculiar. The old lady has exactly the voice you’d expect from a witch in a cheap kid’s movie, but Mark’s Mom sounds like she’s being dubbed by a twelve-year-old boy, possibly the same one who provided the voice for Mark himself. The tree speaks (oh, yes, it does) in the voice of a smarmy stereotypical gay man. Santa Claus sounds like he’s half-senile and wondering what’s for lunch.
The lawnmower makes some very strange noises indeed. I guess they’re meant to be cartoonish and funny. They’re definitely the former but they’re never the latter, possibly because they never sound remotely like a lawnmower. When Mark’s Dad is trying to get it started it sounds like the ghost of a consumptive horse, and three hours later when it actually gets going, it makes noises like a traffic jam in Whoville.
Besides sounding weird, the actors are just plain bad. The guy playing Santa Claus is half-asleep. We’re told that the tree’s magic means he’s trapped in the chair he’s sitting in, and I honestly do believe that actor could not have gotten up if he tried, no wishes necessary. The woman playing Mark’s Mom looks like she’s high as a kite and only barely keeping her grip on reality. Maybe that’s why they had to dub her. Mark’s Dad recites his lines like a guy on a game show reading his own life story off a teleprompter, and does his yard chores in a way that’s probably supposed to be pantomimey but is the opposite of entertaining. The Dad gets an inordinate amount of screen time, which I can only chalk up to the fact that he’s played by director Dick Parish.
The worst of the lot are, of course, the kids, who are predictably terrible 60’s child actors. They yell all their lines, with the volume and exaggerated emphasis you expect from a school play. It wears thin very, very quickly. The kid playing Mark is the worst of the lot, although I might just think that because he’s the one we spend the most time with. He’s a huge part of why this movie makes me so mad.
I think the best way to describe Mark as a character is to say that the first time I watched this movie I assumed his name was ‘Billy’, despite the fact that everybody kept calling him ‘Mark’. He just seems like the type of nasty little brat who’d be named ‘Billy’ in a bad 60’s Christmas movie. We meet him having lunch with his two friends by the playground, and learn that he’s a greedy little shit when he drives a hard bargain in a sandwich trade. Greedy-little-shit-itude continues to be his primary character trait and is, of course, the core of the movie’s lesson. His attempt to monopolize Santa Claus makes him such a greedy little shit that Greed himself takes an interest in him.
Greed is a huge hairy man who takes delight in kidnapping little boys. I think he’s supposed to look like a fairy tale giant. Watching him manhandle a child is an intensely uncomfortable experience.
I guess ‘don’t be greedy’ is a standard message for a children’s movie, and it seems like a particularly appropriate one for Christmas, which presents children with a great opportunity for avarice. What seems a little odd is that Mark never actually suffers any consequences for his selfishness, only the vague threat of them. There was a perfect opportunity for some of this when Mark kidnaps Santa Claus. Santa, after all, brings toys to good girls and boys… surely by this point, after his brief reign of terror with his magical powers, Mark has been naughty enough to deserve only coal. Apparently that’s not how it works, though. Mark just wanders off into the woods in search of small animals to shoot with his new rifle, runs into the giant, and immediately repents even though Greed is offering him all the toys and candy he wants.
What supposedly prompts Mark to become a better person is seeing how the world has responded to Santa Claus going missing. Curiously, there is very little emphasis on the children who are sad because they didn’t get any presents. Maybe somebody thought that would have made them seem greedy? Instead, the vision Greed presents to Mark is of the United States military mobilizing to locate Santa and bring him home, Santa Claus Conquers the Martians-style! So… I guess Mark becomes a better person because he’s afraid of what’s going to happen if the army finds Santa trapped in a chair in his house? I guess that is pretty terrifying.
Another thing that blunts the lesson is the fact that Mark is given his three wishes as a reward for a good deed. He got the witch’s cat down from the tree, so she offers him the magical seed and doesn’t let him refuse. What then was he supposed to use his three wishes for, if not to get stuff for himself? Was this intentionally a poisoned gift, because you shouldn’t accept things from witches? The witch insists that there are good witches as well as wicked ones, but she’s not exactly an unbiased source. The movie never tries to blame her, though. The situation is presented as Mark’s fault, and Mark’s alone.
Finally, at the end Mark wakes up and finds that of course the whole thing was a dream – there was no witch, no magic tree, and no Santa Claus. This is less annoying than it could have been because at least it’s not a surprise. Mark did hit his head when he fell out of the tree the cat was in, and the movie changed from black and white to colour. We’ve seen this before in The Wizard of Oz and we can guess where it’s going. The audience might assume that Mark will wake up and immediately take the opportunity to be generous instead of greedy, perhaps by giving his friend something to make up for the lunch trade. Instead, the woman who owns the cat (who is not actually a witch, but looks even more like one in this part of the film than she does wearing the Hallowe’en witch costume in Mark’s dream) offers him milk and cookies, and he delightedly accepts. This just gives the impression that he’s learned nothing.
Is there anything in this movie I didn’t hate? Well… among Mark’s school friends is a token black kid, who is not differentiated in any way from his peers. He talks like them, he dresses like them, and the writers did not use either his lunch or his Hallowe’en plans as a way to demarcate a class difference between him and the others. So yeah, the movie sucks, but the writers tried really hard not to be racist.
Happy fucking holidays. I want to say hooray for surviving 2020, but we’ve still got a week to go. That’s plenty of time for oh, I don’t know, an alien invasion, or a giant meteor, or the Yellowstone supervolcano, or zombies, or whatever. At this point, if most of us aren’t dead by this time next year, I’ll count that as a win.
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28.
What colour is the photo frame closest to you?
Gold!
Are your pets asleep right now, if you have any?
She was but she just got up to go get water I think.
Would you have any idea what your parents are doing right now?
They just went to my cousin’s wedding so I think they’re on their way home now.
How many windows (roughly) does your house have?
16 I think?
Do you have a good relationship with your cousins?
When I was younger we were all close but they’re all either insane or bigoted as hell so I have no real desire to keep a relationship with any of them.
What was the last kids movie you saw?
We watched Wish Dragon the other day but it was really cute!
Do you know anyone who was born in Africa?
Yes! A few guys on my husband’s crew are from Africa.
Have you ever been to an internet cafe?
At this day in age, aren’t all cafes internet cafes?
Are there any upcoming events for you to look forward to?
We’re going on a lil road trip soon and I’m pretty pumped for that.
Has the year gone quickly for you so far?
This year has flown, man.
How many siblings does your significant other have?
4 but one committed suicide a few years ago and I’m honestly not convinced he doesn’t have any other siblings he doesn’t know about. His dad is a bit of a slut.
Are you one of those people who can drink vodka straight?
I can, I don’t want to tho.
Have you ever done three or more shots in a row?
Yes.
Do you share a middle name with any of your friends?
With my mom.
What was the last movie you saw in theatres?
Dracula.
How many pairs of jeans do you own?
Ummm...over 10 but under 20. Somewhere in there.
When was the last time you showered?
The day before yesterday.
Do you know the name of the pharmacist at your local drug store?
I do not, haha.
What was the first cellphone you had and how old were you when you got it?
Oh lord. It was a pink Samsung flip phone and I think I was in the 8th grade.
Do you use public transport in your town or city?
Newp.
Have your parents ever worked in a factory?
My dad worked at a pig plant when I was younger if that counts.
Do you have several best friends?
A few!
How many lights are in the room you're in?
One overhead light and two lamps.
Is there a Hard Rock Cafe in your town or city?
Newp.
Do you eat fast food more than once a week?
Definitely.
What flavour is your toothpaste?
Mint?
Have you ever shared a shower or bath with someone as an adult?
I raaaarely shower alone lol.
When was the last time you had a bubble bath?
A few months ago.
Are you sleepy right now?
Not really!
How big is your backyard?
We don’t have one!
Do you know anyone with Tourette's Syndrome?
Not personally, no!
What time does your alarm wake you up in the morning?
Beebs is my alarm and it’s usually 9:30-9:45.
What was the last zoo you visited?
Our tiny little local one.
Do you like crime films and tv shows?
Depends on the show but they’re certainly not my favorite.
When you shop, do you take a basket or a cart (trolley)?
Depends on how much stuff I need!
Have you ever tasted milk straight from the cow?
Yes! My aunt and uncle have cows and I used to milk them when I visited. It was actually pretty fun. The milk has a very...interesting odor when its fresh tho.
What's your favourite sleeping position?
On my tummy with my leg up haha.
What colour is the bra you're wearing?
As if I’d be wearing a bra while being at home lol. I barely put one on to go out.
Have you ever seen A Clockwork Orange?
I haven’t, actually!
Are you bitter about anything?
Definitely.
Do you like to make games out of chores to make them more enjoyable?
I do!
How many letters are in your best friend's surname?
6, 7, 5, and 5.
Is there anything in your possession that probably shouldn't be?
Newp.
What is your favourite flavour of yoghurt?
Strawberry or vanilla.
What was the first online account you remember having?
Oh god...either Neopets or Whyville.
Do you listen to music to fall asleep?
Nope.
Where did you go last time you left your town or city?
A different city to go thrifting.
Do you use emojis?
Definitely. I don’t feel like I can properly express my emotions without them.
Have you ever wanted to be a lawyer?
I can’t argue without crying so I don’t exactly think I would be the best at that.
What percentage of battery does your phone currently have?
86%
What was the last type of soda you drank?
A coke slushie, if that counts!
How far away from your house is your favourite place to shop for clothes?
Couple miles!
Do you have supplies handy right now to draw something if I told you to?
Not on me at this exact moment in time but I have them in the house.
Have you ever been married?
Yup!
What does your deodorant smell like?
Cocoa butter, apparently.
Is your bedroom more messy or clean at the moment?
Not messy but the bed is unmade and there are some clothes on the floor.
Do you use Twitter?
I don’t really post anything, I just watch what other people are doing sometimes.
Are you any good at baking cakes and cookies from scratch?
I’m a great baker, yeah!
Is there a floor lamp in your bedroom?
Newp.
What does most of your weekly or fortnightly income go towards?
I section it out into whatever bills we have coming out, savings, groceries, gas, and then a portion that we both get to spend on whatever we want.
Do you have any hidden piercings? (this includes bellybuttons)
Nope, they’re all pretty visible!
What month is your birthday?
January.
What can you hear right now?
I’m listening to the Bo Burnham Inside soundtrack.
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Hi there! HQ!! Matchup, please? I'm a straight, 5'3 Gemini ENFP girl who's slightly chubby with tan skin, black wavy hair, and glasses. I may come off as slightly haughty, but I'm generally a talkative and curious person who loves discussion. It's also very easy for me to cry, either because of a movie or when I'm mad or overwhelmed. I'm not good with tangible gifts to show how much I love someone, so I show it through words or actions. I'm also a worrywart and it messes with my stomach (1/2)
often. Some of the things I'm passionate about include visual novels, singing, psychology, and just talking to others in general. I love rabbits, pastel colors, and pop/folk/acoustic music. In my friend group I tend to be the more chatty and dreamy one. In relationships two things I prize highly would be honesty and communication. I usually end up falling for people who I deem worthy enough to be my "rock". Thank you so much!
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Dear User
congraulations, we have found you a potential roommate. We have throughly looked through your application and we hope you are happy with you result. Below this posts are the details all about them.
Yours Sincerely
The Accomodation Team
Name: Yamaguchi Tadashi
Birthday: 10th November (Scorpio)
MBTI: INFP
you now have this precious bean as your roommate awwwww
I feel like Yamaguchi is a very understanding person and wouldn’t mind the fact you come across a little bit haunty at first, have you met tsukishima this boy really doesn’t care
also you wear glasses too (tsukki 2.0, just kidding)
It is great that you are talkative because sometimes yamaguchi has troubles in regards to starting a conversation, through your late night chats you help him to become more confident in himself
also, having deep discussions with you , over a glass of wine/elderflower (if you are underaged) is a great evening actvity you guys do
Do not worry about getting judged for your crying tendandies yamaguchi too can be a crier
like when you watch a sad movie sometimes the both of you are in tears, tissue boxes surrounding you, tsukki has to console both of you
Now yamaguchi can completely understand when you start to worry , however he helps you find some better coping mechanism because he knows how the anxiety can drown you
If you ever start to worry you can always count on him to give you are really good hug (you know those bear hugs that just make your worries melt away, those kind, carla is soft )
obvs he would be a bit blushy afterwards tho
If your stomach started to hurt this boy will not leave your sight, like congrats you have your own personal butler
Tsukkishima goes forced to get you some medication and other things to make you feel better by yamaguchi
Now unlike yourself, yamaguchi goes to bed quite early this boy needs 9 hour + sleep
he doesn’t mind too much if you are up in the night as long as you keep quiet he do be sleeping
also thank goodness yamaguchi can cook and he makes really nice stuff as well
he likes to try out different cuisines and makes you be his little guniea pig , not that you mind too much
you too also have some spring cleaning afternoons once a month (seeing as you both don’t mind doing the chores) and you will have some accoustic music in the background
Now yamaguchi loves the fact that you love to sing
he sometimes has listened to you sing in the shower
Now i feel like he is someone who also enjoys to sing and he is also really good at it (have you heard the haikyuu xmas drama cd because boiiiii yama got a set of vocals on him).
So at the weekend you guys go do some karaoke together, sometimes tsukki would get dragged along too
You and Yamaguchi combined have the highest score for the duet songs and no one has beaten it yet
now yamaguchi wasn’t really into visual novels but since having you as your roommate he has become obsessed
I feel like he is a bit of a hopeless romantic so he loves reading the shoujo type ones
please never show this boy killing stalking because he is too precious
I feel like yama yama has the same aesthetic as you when it comes to cottagecore and pastel colours
Your apartment would look something like ghibli film ( i am coming over)
You also have some of those hanging baskets with cute flowers on
Tsukki feels like he is in heaven when ever he visits lol
Now you like to have someone you depend on kinda like your “rock” as you elloquently put it
so this choice may have come as a susprise to you
but i can see yamaguchi as a “rock” kind of person
he may not be the most level headed person out there but you have to admit he is incrediably loyal
and that’s on being a scorpio
Like he will never leave you side now matter what, come rain or shine he will always be there ( I mean he has put up with Tsukki dramatics for a long time)
You can always rely on him to just sit and listen to your problems and help you find solutions
Overall you have a loyal, compassionate but somewhat of a timid roommate
Other Potential Matches: Sawamura Daichi and Akaashi Keiji
miffy I hope you likes this, and thank you for your patience
#haikyuu matchup#haikyuu roommate#haikyuu roommate matchup#yamaguchi tadashi#yamaguchi x reader#yamaguchi fluff#home is where the heart is
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Author Interview 📝
Thanks so much to @dear-mrs-otome and @alloveroliver for the tag! I loved reading your interviews; it’s so interesting to learn about what goes on in the minds of lovely and talented writers such as yourselves!
Name: Otonymous
Fandoms: Now: MLQC, Mr Love: Queen's Choice, Love and Producer, 恋与制作人…lots, as you can clearly see 🤣 Oh, and Got7 (Kpop) too.
Want to do in the future: Depends on which shiny new otome game catches my eye (and wallet). I also have some original work planned 😱😆
Where You Post: Tumblr and AO3! You can also get updates on when I post new fics on my Twitter and IG account (if you’re interested, links to these accounts can be found on the sidebar of my homepage).
Most Popular One-Shot: On Tumblr: A Moment In Time, featuring Good Ol’ Victor from MLQC (I’m noticing a trend here, ladies 😆). On AO3: Afternoon Delight (MLQC Lucien).
Most Popular Multi-Chapter Story: Hmm, this is a difficult question to answer, seeing as I’ve written all of ONE multi-chapter story thus far 🤣 It would have to be Served, featuring — once again! — Victor of MLQC fame.
Favourite Story You Wrote: To be honest, my current WIP, featuring this lovely gentleman: Park Jinyoung.
Colours (MLQC Lucien) is a very close second.
Story You Were Nervous to Post: Promises (SLBP Kansuke). This story was the very first fanfic I had ever written IN MY LIFE, let alone the first one I ever posted. It featured supernatural elements, major character death AND no smut (so, you know, anathema to fanfiction LOL). Hence, to all the good folks who actually read that fic and encouraged me: a giant THANK YOU! I love you all 💕😆
How You Choose Your Titles: I actually begin the process of writing my fics by choosing the title. It sets the tone for the piece, and you’ll typically find the title tucked somewhere within the text of the story 😉With respect to the ‘how’ part, I just sit there, sense the mood...and it comes to me (mind-altering substances are not involved, istg LOL)
Completed: 41, as per AO3's count. Plus a few that I've completed but never posted for one reason or another 🤷🏻♀️😆
Incomplete: A few (please see below, under "Coming Soon"!)
Do You Outline? ALSO flying by the seat of my pants like the lovely @dear-mrs-otome. I typically set up a playlist, slip on my headphones, and let my mind and fingers meander (that bit about the fingers sounded dirty, didn’t it?! Totally unintentional on my part, if you can believe it LOL!)
Coming Soon:
Park Jinyoung (Got7) NSFW fic (crawling my way to the finish line)
MLQC NSFW fivesome fic (I haven't forgotten, y'all! It's half written LOL)
A SUPER COOL PROJECT COMING THIS FEBRUARY…stay tuned!
Do You Accept Prompts? I do! But I typically only complete the ones I feel comfortable writing or am inspired to write. I also tend to generate ideas on my own, so I balance those with the prompts I receive in my Ask box. Furthermore, it can sometimes take me a while to finish fics. So thank you in advance, lovely readers and requesters, for understanding 💕💕
Upcoming Story You Are Most Excited to Write/ Complete: Finishing up my Park Jinyoung story! I’ve been working on this bad boy for over a month now, and it’s probably the most complicated fic I’ve written yet. I am also experimenting with a new style in terms of story structure, so we’ll see how that goes!
ALSO: the big surprise that's coming in February!!!
What do you use to edit?: I pay for Bear Pro. Because of pretty themes. And Cloud syncing. And the Bear icon. Am also not getting paid to say this LOL.
I also use Apple’s built-in dictionary to look up super common words that I use all the time, because there’s no better way to make you suddenly feel like you don’t understand a language you’ve spoken your entire life than writing fanfiction 🤪
Writing setup: I have a dedicated writing space in my home, but the essentials really are: headphones, the perfect playlist (Spotify baby - once again, not an advert), my laptop and privacy. I absolutely cannot write without the right music, and any extraneous noise throws off my concentration. Also, a giant tumbler of green or oolong tea nearby.
Do you use a beta reader? My husband. He has read every single fic I’ve ever written. He has no choice. I also like to stare at him for every minuscule reaction while he reads...not intense at all 🤣
Where do you get your writing inspo? I daydream A LOT 🤣 I tend to get my ideas while doing random things like showering, walking on the street, doing chores or just as I’m falling asleep. I also find inspiration in films with particularly beautiful cinematography and listening to soundtracks.
Can we get a quote from an upcoming WIP?
[For she was nothing if not authentic. This, Jinyoung knew...from the very first time he saw her — the moment passing with the silent grace of clouds moving overhead. Steady and unobtrusive, she had slid into Jinyoung’s heart the way one barely notices an overcast sky. And by the time he found her there, it was already too late. He could neither move forward nor turn back.]
Tagging: @lin-ful, @pseudofaux, @pickled-girlfriend, @maanawa, @assomoir and anyone else who’d like to try! (Only if you guys want, and sorry if you’ve already done this!)
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Siegemas Day 24
Happy holidays everyone, it’s me again! I stepped in for this day :) Once again, thank you @dualrainbow, this event is a delight 💝💝
Today, my prompt is the very first line of the fic you find below. I hope you all enjoy it, and have a wonderful time no matter what or whether you’re celebrating! ✨ (Twitch/IQ, Rating T, fluff + emotional comfort, ~2.8k words)
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“We made… too many cookies.”
The comedic timing is impeccable, the line delivered with perfect hesitance as to imply awareness of the understatement while hiding its undoubtedly practised nature. She’s a born people person with a knack for being charmingly endearing, and IQ is absolutely and horrifically powerless.
“This is ridiculous”, she states, deadpan, not giving away how amused she is in reality – it’s not often that she opens the door to a stunning young woman with pretty cheekbones tinted pink from the cold outside, clad in a flattering deep purple coat and holding several tin boxes in gloved hands. Patterned gloves, a row of snowflakes adorning the fabric. A very familiar row of snowflakes.
“I know, and I’m really sorry, but I don’t know anyone else who’d appreciate these.” Her hair is laid in neat waves framing her pale freckled face, light make-up completing the elegant look. She could be a film star, certainly possesses the same unselfconscious attitude one would expect, even though she’s displaying embarrassment right now. Her slim figure hugged tightly by her form-fitting clothes is visible clearly despite the frankly laughable amount of cookie tins and IQ can’t help herself.
She invites her in.
Twitch is a waterfall, bubbling excitedly about how or why she came across certain recipes, casually throwing in a French or German word amidst the usual English, and it’s impossible for IQ to follow her but she smiles and nods anyway while relieving her visitor of her cargo and placing it gingerly on the kitchen table. So far, this last Sunday before Christmas – the fourth Advent, as it’s called in her mother tongue – had been almost serene, began with chores and continued with a quiet cup of coffee and a good book before slowly tilting over into planning and researching for her next chapter. A regular occurrence. As a result, IQ is mentally somewhere else still and needs a few minutes before she can concentrate on her unexpected guest.
“Good to see you”, she chimes in during a small pause (wouldn’t you know it, even Twitch needs to breathe), and the two of them hug as a greeting. Twitch always gives her a good squeeze, really presses the two of them together, which is one of the reasons IQ looks forward to meeting her every day: it makes her feel appreciated. No one else comes close to these embraces, not Blitz, her decade-old friend, or even her own siblings. In Twitch’s arms, she closes her eyes and finds peace for a brief second.
It might be the absence of her family which has left her this sentimental – normally, she’s too busy to analyse her friends, to scrutinise them to this amount, but today an odd sort of nostalgia and possible bout of loneliness has overtaken her. She did light four candles on her wreath, the first one almost burnt out completely from being lit on all the previous Sundays, yet instead of providing warm illumination, it caused subtle brooding. Their house was always lively around Christmas, bustling with fights, pretend fights, singing, louder singing, future plans yelled through the staircase, raucous laughter, and various songs on repeat trying to drown each other out.
Here, in her small apartment in England, the silence felt foreboding.
“I tried my hand at spéculoos, which Marius called a German staple, and let me tell you – the dough I had was a nightmare to work with, much too sticky. I wanted to roll it out and use Julien’s cookie cutters but it wouldn’t cooperate, so you now have small poop piles of what I think you call Spekulatius. It’s in the blue tin, right on top there. I also made vanilla… uh, vanilla croissants? Shaped like moons? They’re Dom’s favourites, apparently, and Gilles begged me to help him, but he got the recipe wrong and we got so many that he just gave me half. Elias really wanted pain d’épices, um, spicy bread? No, gingerbread, that was it. You guys have the best name for it, by the way, Lebkuchen, it makes it sound like you’re Frankenstein: live, cake!”
Twitch somehow manages to wander through the flat while babbling on, accepting a cup of lukewarm coffee IQ puts in her hands and instinctively helping to pick a few cookies from each box to create an inviting-looking decorative paper plate which IQ carries into the living room where they settle down, fingers curled around warmed ceramic and eyes gleaming in the candlelight.
“You need to try these, it’s actually one of James’ mum’s recipes. Poppyseed and chocolate, they turned out better than expected, but after Liza told that story about her acquaintance failing a drug test because of poppyseed bagels, people refused to eat more than one and I definitely can’t stomach all of these alone.”
She watches, expectantly, as IQ dutifully picks out one of the spotted cookies shaped like a flower and bites into the crumbly bakeware. Surprising no one, it’s delicious – if there’s anything Twitch can’t do, IQ hasn’t found it yet.
“Really good”, she agrees, allowing for Twitch’s instant beaming smile to tug the corners of her own mouth upwards while she chews. “Manu, these all look lovely. You know I’d die for good Christmas cookies, so thank you. Even though this is way too much for me.”
Her laugh is melodic and as contagious as her constant sunny mood. “You should see how many I still have at home. Elias claimed he needs to watch his figure, Julien should be watching his figure, Doc doesn’t really like sweets, and Gilles eats maybe one cookie a day. Which you know is illegal at Christmastime.”
“Still, this is a wonderful present and I’m afraid I have nothing to give in return.” IQ isn’t being entirely honest. Still testing the waters; maybe Twitch will manage to read between the lines and they can finally address it. The moment the Frenchwoman stepped over the threshold was the moment IQ decided they’d talk it through today. It’s been going on long enough.
“Not true, you gave me the gloves!” Twitch’s triumphant gotcha! expression is self-satisfied and smug and sweet. Sweeter than the cookies calling to IQ – they really do look fantastic, a variety of shapes, sizes and colours, all together smelling of spices and memories and Christmas.
“Someone had to, you kept complaining about your icy fingers.”
“And you were probably sick of warming them up.” Twitch hasn’t caught on yet, her tone is still breezy and carefree. “Have you written some more? Any new scenes for me to read? I need to know whether the captain really is dead or not.”
IQ laughs, half embarrassed and half delighted – when the news broke in Rainbow that she writes stories in her spare time, she expected an outcome way worse than what she ended up facing: Castle immediately expressed interest in reading them, no matter the topic, and once word got out that it was usually science-fiction-centric, even more people approached her out of curiosity. None of them as enthusiastic as Twitch, however, who dove into the narratives like an age old fan into new material, sparking an unknown productivity in IQ which has yet to subside. Knowing there’s at least one person who devours anything she dreams up has been fantastically motivating, and they’ve begun spinning yarn together now and then. Twitch is the only one whom she trusts enough to proofread for scientific errors or inconsistencies, and she’s helped develop a character into a much more compelling version of themselves several times.
The next hour is spent on discussing IQ’s research, involving frantic googling and article hopping on Wikipedia to help with finding the correct jargon – Twitch knows most of the technical terms in French, which doesn’t mesh well with IQ’s rusty school French, whereas her German accent makes it difficult for the other woman to understand her, so they try to meet in the middle somewhere by using English, despite the laborious process involved.
They’re on one wavelength. Always have been, from the moment they came across each other in Rainbow’s workshop, when Twitch still dyed her hair auburn and IQ barely spoke a word with the other operators: a friendly smile, an engineering-related question, a brief introduction, and they were a house on fire. Inseparable at work.
Twitch made sure it bled into their private lives as well, even if it took considerable effort. IQ never asked, but she’s sure her friend secretly celebrated that one day when she finally said yes to one of her suggestions of meeting up.
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And it’s exactly why it hurts so fucking much to think -
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“Manu.”
Twitch stops talking mid-sentence, probably caught off guard by her serious tone of voice. “Yes? Is everything alright?”
It might be. She hopes it will be. Her fingers stray to a loose thread peeking out of the seam of her trousers, picking at it. “We’ve been friends for a while now.”
Several years, in fact, an unimaginably long time. Not that IQ hasn’t been able to keep friendships alive for this long, but never one this close. The level of intimacy usually kept declining after a certain point, usually prompted by nothing, sometimes spatial distance, sometimes emotional. There aren’t many people who keep up with her over a long time, and even fewer she keeps up with – Blitz is a great friend, but he just doesn’t share her passions.
“And you’re one of the most generous people I know. Your first instinct when you have too many cookies is to give them away. I’ve always admired this about you.”
Twitch is listening intently. She knows something is up, yet can’t put her finger on it. Her brows are furrowed. IQ knows this from a brief glance before her gazed drops back down to her restless fingers.
“Julien and I had a conversation about you, not too long ago. And some of what he said was… unexpected.” Rustling; Twitch is beginning to fidget as well. “Unrelated to that, Dom overheard you voicing your frustration about your being single and mentioned it to me. I didn’t know you were that unhappy. You never said anything.”
She really likes you. Yeah, don’t wave me off. I’ve never seen her fawn over someone like this. You get special treatment all the time.
And then, more poignant: At this point, I’m basically ready to fuck anything that moves.
The second quote echoes in her mind as if she’d heard it herself instead of it being delivered second-hand. Both of them made her look back at the past months and re-evaluate some events. Showed them in a very different light.
Twitch is radiating anxiousness. It’s easy to pick up.
“I realise now that I’ve received a lot of special attention from you, and… I just have to wonder.” It’s harder and harder to push the words out, her throat closing up. “Wonder whether your present today is cookies and friendship, or cookies and a confession, or cookies and an expectation. Whether there’s some kind of motive attached.”
Her entire life, there’s never been anyone outside her family who understood her better. Being a woman in a male dominated field is difficult enough, especially as a competitive one, and her experiences aren’t easily conveyed to her guy colleagues – Twitch understands, of course, has faced the same obstacles and prejudices. Seeking patterns everywhere, striving for excellence, despising complacency, the overwhelming need to reverse engineer anything new or remarkable, exploring new places, wanting to always keep moving and improving – Twitch understands, has had a similar upbringing and equivalent goals.
They share almost everything at this point, have been on holidays together, mastered several projects with each other’s help, stayed up till sunrise because sleep was the inadequate alternative to exchanging ideas and pushing each other further than they’d go by themselves. Others have always tried to slow IQ down, force her to relax, take her mind off something she enjoyed chewing on, and it was infuriating.
All Twitch does is encourage her. Which paradoxically calms IQ more than any massage or empty-brained film ever could.
She doesn’t want to lose all this. Her chest hurts with the pressure of potentially losing someone this dear to her. But at the same time, she doesn’t want Twitch to get the wrong idea.
When silence is all she receives, she looks up to find Twitch fighting for composure – wide eyes filled with moisture and lip quivering. It’s a stab in the guts. IQ has never seen her cry.
“I don’t -”, Twitch chokes out, adding more quietly: “This isn’t -”
IQ sits next to her, reaching out but retreating when Twitch shakes her head, so all she does is take her hand. As always, her fingers are cold, so IQ closes her own around them. This isn’t at all what she intended, but she needs to know.
“Your friendship means the world”, comes a much more composed statement after a minute. “You should know this.”
She nods. She does know.
“And – and yes, if there was more, I’d be happy. Even happier than I am now. But there doesn’t need to be.” Twitch is speaking faster now, rushing the words, her melodic French accent thickening. “I’m fine with everything staying the way it is. I love being around you, no matter how, so if you’re not okay with – with anything else, it’s fine. I’m fine. I’ll get over it, no worries.”
“Manu. Breathe.” Seeing the other woman in a panic is a rare sight and IQ doesn’t enjoy knowing she’s the cause. “I love being around you, too. You’re my best friend, by far. But… I don’t want anything casual.”
Twitch needs a moment to digest this and IQ readies her responses: she’s had bad experiences with it in the past, and as far as she knows, arrangements like friends with benefits tend to make everything messy and awkward. Staying friends is the better option.
“Yes. Me neither.” A beat. Their eyes meet, Twitch’s still glistening.
There is an even better option, as far as IQ is concerned. And it seems to slowly dawn on the nearly perfect woman next to her.
“And… what about something not casual? But still more?”
Oh. The pressure begins to lift off her chest with every passing second, with every second that Twitch stares at her, hopeful, unsure. Slowly, she clarifies: “You mean – cookies and a confession?”
The nod is nearly imperceptible, and IQ probably almost breaks her fingers by squeezing so hard. The next thing she knows is she’s leaning forward and pressing their lips together, tasting the saltiness of perceived rejection as well as the disbelieving smile of actual acceptance, and then Twitch is laughing as well, crying in between relieved giggling, almost hysterical, and IQ joins in, and before they know it, they’re a mess on the sofa, hugging, seeking physical contact, pressing kisses to temples and hair and cheeks and lips again, wrapping arms around warm bodies.
Her heart is singing because while she so fiercely hoped, she barely dared to, was used to disappointments and therefore expected the worst, even ascribed traits to her best friend in the whole world who’d never stoop so low as to demand something from her she wasn’t ready to give. No, Twitch understands her and vice versa. Even so, it took them an embarrassingly long time to get to this point. In their shared joyousness, they barely manage to finish their sentences:
“What Dom heard me say wasn’t, I mean, I was just -”
“Yes, I figured, but it still got me thinking -”
“I was having a bad day, I’m not that frustrated -”
“Oh? That’s a shame, you know, I was actually looking forward to -”
“Monika!”, Twitch exclaims, scandalised even though they’re both aware IQ is joking, and by now they’re laughing like mad, especially because Twitch only uses her full name when she’s done something, so IQ resorts to tickling her in retaliation or maybe to distract her, and they both yelp when Twitch’s foot shoots up, gets caught on the rim of the cookie plate peeking over the coffee table’s edge, and catapults its contents everywhere. One manages to hit IQ in the face, the rest is scattered all over the floor, which sets them off again after a second of total silence.
“It’s fine, it’s fine”, Twitch gets out in between breaths, “I really do have tons more at home.” Which IQ believes her in a heartbeat.
Even though she’s pretty sure she got the lion’s share of the leftovers.
And just a second before they notice that the napkin on which the cookies were presented has caught fire, IQ thinks about how she dreaded spending Christmas at Hereford without her family – and she realises now she’ll be in great company regardless.
#rainbow six siege#twitch#iq#twitch/iq#fanfic#oneshot#siegemas#this is the last couple perfecting my quartet of german/french ships#check out their new bios btw#in my head they fit so so so well together#I'm looking forward to reading all the entries I've missed!!#I hope I'll have more time after Christmas
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someone on my dash said anyone could do this and i’m bored (no shit) so let’s go
fifty questions i’ve never been asked:
what is the colour of your hairbrush? black with purple on the handle
a food you never eat? not a huge fan of curry
are you typically too warm or too cold? i would say it goes either way depending on the season but i much prefer being too cold than too warm
what were you doing 45 minutes ago? same thing i’m doing now. listening to music and scrolling
what is your favourite candy bar? i wouldn’t say i eat a lot of candy bars? like uhh kit kats i guess?? nothing with nuts or cherries, everything else is usually ok
have you ever been to a professional sports event? yes quite a few (i live in australia it would be weirder if I hadn’t). i’ve been to AFL, NRL, cricket, netball and tennis games.
what is the last thing you said out loud? i think i was quoting along with a vine compilation, so probably ‘i don’t have enough money for chicken nuggets’. inspiring
what is your favourite ice cream? cookie dough probably.
what was the last thing you had to drink? mango ice tea
do you like your wallet? i have more of a bag than a wallet? my old wallet was nice but falling apart and i prefer my new one
what was the last thing you ate? honeycomb m&ms
did you buy any new clothes last weekend? ha! no
the last sporting event you watched? does the marbleympics on youtube count? no? then wow it’s been a while...probably a tennis match from back in january
what is your favourite flavour of popcorn? normal/buttery.
who is the last person you sent a text message to? text message? the guy fixing my computer. fb message? my sister.
ever go camping? yes my family used to go camping when i was a kid. and i went on 3 ~10 day cycling tours with my family when i was around 7-11 which included a lot of camping. thanks parents
do you take vitamins? no
do you go to church every sunday? definitely not
do you have a tan? nope. i live in australia. would prefer not to get skin cancer thanks
do you prefer chinese food or pizza? hmm i like both...probably chinese? but it depends on my mood and what exactly it is
do you drink your soda with a straw? if i’m at a restaurant, maybe. if i’m at home or just out of a bottle that i’m carrying, no.
what colour socks do you usually wear? black. white if i’m wearing socks for sports
do you ever drive above the speed limit? i try not to, very rarely. only really if i have to overtake someone being a hazard on the highway. otherwise no, i’ve crashed before and i never want to again
what terrifies you? spiders, heights, water filling up an enclosed space, some/most insects/creepy animals. failure.
look to your left, what do you see? pillows
what chore do you hate? i mean i’m not a chore sort of person but cleaning things i don’t know how to clean stresses me out.
what do you think of when you hear an australian accent? nothing because it’s my accent. unless it’s on a non-australian tv show/film and then it becomes very strange
what’s your favourite soda? idk if they have it outside australia but passiona/pasitio. passionfruit flavoured soda basically. delish
do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive-thru? drive-thru usually
who’s the last person you talked to? virtually, my sister. in real life, my roommate.
favourite cut of beef? ummm. i don’t know...burger? skfhskd
last song you listened to? currently listening to sunrise by gfriend
last book you read? i just realised it’s one of the 100 books. that’s slightly embarrassing.
favourite day of the week? friday probably?
can you say the alphabet backwards? yes
how do you like your coffee? i don’t like coffee
favourite pair of shoes? my pink/magenta suede boots/hightops. or my docs
at what time do you normally go to bed? lately? 7am lmfao
at what time do you normally get up? like 1pm-2pm
what do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? sunset
how many blankets are on your bed? two
describe your kitchen plates. vintage from the seventies that my mum didn’t need anymore. they’re wide, look like they’re painted on in red, green and yellow with a flower in the middle.
do you have a favourite alcoholic beverage? as i always say, i have the alcoholic taste of a 14 year old. usually cruisers/vodka mixes or sweet cider.
do you play cards? not really? i used to like playing hearts or 500 with my family though
what colour is your car? silver
can you change a tire? no...
what is your favourite province? i’m not sure what this means? in canada? in japan? uhhhh
favourite job you’ve ever had? i did like 3 shifts at a bookstore that my best friend worked at. it unfortunately closed down but i really want to work at a bookstore again
how did you get your biggest scar? not sure if it’s my biggest but i was running/trotting next to a pool when i was at swimming lessons when i was 8 and slipped and sliced my head on the edge of bricks/concrete. i needed two entire stitches, terrifying. anyway, don’t run next to pools.
what did you do today that made someone else happy? i sent funny links/quizzes to my sisters. i’m a hero
if you want to @levitatingmp3 @pegschuylerr and anyone else who wants to! i did it because someone said that so don’t be afraid :)
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I was tagged by @zoldyckie @aizawashoutta @tobioshouto and @totooru(although the last two were a slightly different version).
thank you so much guys!! ♡♡
I tag: @akikou @72g @oikawatooru @vanizai @ocarinnas @joxterism @todorokih @h-ide @nekoi @streamers (no pressure ofc!)
ONE / Name: Maria
TWO / Birthday: Dec 16
THREE / Zodiac sign: Sagittarius (moon: Libra)
FOUR / Height: 160cm
FIVE / Hobbies: watching things on my laptop, reading, listening to music, strolling around the city, spending money on useless things... i know, i’m boring XD.
SIX / Favourite colours: blue, teal, red, pink
SEVEN / Favourite books: mmm, the picture of dorian gray? i change my mind frequently
EIGHT / Last song listened to: kazetsuyo ost while doing house chores XD
NINE / Last film watched: some italian classic comedy upon my roommate’s request
TEN / Inspiration or muse: well, i’m not a content creator, but lots of people on this site are very much inspiring in terms of gfx skills... and life lessons.
ELEVEN / Dream job: editor or something to do with languages
TWELVE / Meaning behind your url: oikawa+iwaizumi+s. my love for iwaoi, basically
extra questions in the other version:
hair color: brown. sometimes i dye it a lighter or a more reddish tint, though.
things i love: friends and family ofc, food, travelling to new places, cats and fluffy dogs animals, pretty clothes and accessories (sounds shallow, but 🤷🏻♀️), modern design and architecture, art in general (i mean, there's so much incredible stuff out there), learning something new...
what brings me peace: good weather (i feel you, cluna!), accomplishing what i aimed for, reading a great book/fanfic, tidying my room/closet, just doing what i like...
#thank you again <333#tag game#tagged#i tagged mostly relatively new mutuals#i hope that's ok#anyway#feel free to ignore this
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unnecessarily detailed dislikes
please repost, don’t reblog.
answer the questions for your muse and tag some people.
muse name: apollo justice
least favorite nickname: he used to hate polly and horn head but now it’s completely normal for him. though it only happened once, calling him mr. terran should be avoided.
least favorite color: dark yellow, yellow browns, dark yellow greens (those ones on the colour spectrum no one likes- apollo vc: SNOT GREEN)
least favorite season: winter
least favorite weather: humidity, wet and cold
least favorite—hot or cold: cold
least favorite holiday: christmas time, father’s/mother’s day
least favorite food: extremely sweet things (but not cakes for some reason, this guy is a baker at heart)
least favorite flavor: black licorice (aka real licorice)
least favorite drink: sweet coffee, energy drinks
least favorite scent: mikeko’s litter box after he’s gone for a few days, garbage/compost/rotting food, morning breath (he can’t even stand his own), excessive mint (you know why, end quote)
least favorite sound: extremely high pitched noises, chattering, people chewing with their mouths open, dripping/leaking water
least favorite book: doesn’t really hate any books, but he tends to gripe about overuse of punctuation and constant grammar/spelling errors. doesn’t like messy handwriting either. (let’s just say poorly written fanfictions; he may die from reading my immortal)
least favorite movie: any mushy romance films. he used to watch them with clay just to make fun of them, but now that clay’s gone he avoids watching them altogether
least favorite tv show: thomas the tank engine. don’t ask.
least favorite school subject or area of study: english. foreign kids have it rough
least favorite aspect of their job: getting attacked in court, and extremely difficult witnesses
least favorite fictional character: thomas the tank engine. again, don’t ask.
least favorite person: dhurke, for a time. then phoenix for a bit. currently the phantom and ga’ran
least favorite trait in others: lying, violence
least favorite place: the space center for a time, now its just anywhere near big bodies of water
least favorite thing to talk about: his past, his life, himself in general...
least favorite thing about themselves: his body shape. he knows he’s curvy, he knows, please stop pointing it out. he also hates his height, or lack thereof
least favorite sexual position: he’d have to have had sex in order to dislike a position
least favorite daily chore: mikeko’s litter box, how can one cat be so smelly?
least favorite style of clothing: clothes that are so tight he can’t breathe in them, he’s not very picky about his clothes lol
least favorite activity: swimming, running (though he’s been forcing himself to run every morning since he moved to khura’in)
least favorite superpower: his own, to an extent. sensing tells makes it hard for him to trust someone. athena’s hearing, because he hates that she can read his emotions (he’s started practicing faking an emotion, just so he can have a bit of privacy with his feelings)
least favorite thing about humanity in general: violence, greed
least favorite thing about being in love: losing the person you love. too many people he’s loved have been taken from him already. expressing his feelings is also hard, poor thing gets too flustered to function
least favorite thing about death: how it can happen at any time. he never knows when the last time he’ll talk to someone is, so he tries to leave every encounter on a good note. leaving his loved ones behind is a big one too
tagged by: be crimes, do gay
tagging: idk who’s done it yet so?? y’all who haven’t
#// someone: wow you're really curvy. very feminine#// apollo: ....... so anyways-#☆ → ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ... ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴍᴇ?? (headcanons.)#long post - //
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