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skynapple · 23 days

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5 More Minutes

If there's one thing Xavier has, it's a tendency to be jealous. Even if it's against the world itself that gets to experience her while he's asleep. Being asleep means he doesn't get to see her sleep, watch the breaths she takes and hear the beating of her heart, to feel her warmth, all of which tells him she's real and alive - that she's here.

He knows one way or another, their time is limited. Whether it be the universe, Astra, fate, whatever it was had a tendency to pull them apart at the last second. Humans had such excruciatingly, exhaustingly short lifespans, and there was her... condition to worry about. That, and he was not immortal -not quite the same way he once was- and time was running short. Sleep meant precious, precious time was being wasted, time that could be well spent with her, and building some semblance of a life with her.

But sleep was a vicious enemy. It was savage, merciless, and relentless. It knew all his weak points, attacking them all at once. His sore muscles, his pounding head, the ache in his eyelids from a sleepless night before, soft lighting, the inflection of her voice dancing on his eardrums, the feel of her fingers stroking circles on the exposed skin on his forearm, their peaceful living room. He was armorless against it all, defenseless. It was a losing battle, and too often, he was losing the war.

She was laughing lightly, tracing his jawline with her fingers. "Xav, you can't keep your eyes open."

"Mmmm..hmm." He lowered his head into her shoulder, it felt like lead. There was a heaviness growing in his chest.

Not yet. Not now.

"I thought you wanted to play that new board game..."

"What? Xavier, you're mumbling. Come on, babe. Let's go to bed."

He couldn't contest. Knowing he'd never last, he grumbled a defeated growl and surrendered to the softeness of their sheets, and all the other ways that sleep often pulled him to surrender.

He woke hours later to a coolness and stretched an arm in panic at the empty side of the bed. Rationally, he knew it was irrational to think his wife was anywhere but in the house somewhere. Irrationally, there was a deep part of him that wondered, always wondered, if it was somehow a dream and he'd wake up on Philos, or alone -truly alone- again, needing to wait centuries to see her face once more.

He didn't have to wait long for an answer, sensing rather than hearing the sensation of someone approaching the bedroom door, then a stream of light that was way too bright poured in, making him nearly blind. Instinctively, he sucked it right out, into his very being. A soft, familiar gasp confirmed his thoughts and he moaned a little in frustration, retaliating by way of ensuring not a prick of light was in the room.

"Babe! I'm sorry, I didn't want to wake you!" She exclaimed in whisper, all in one short breath.

"Why did you leave?" He asked flatly, but quiet and soft.

She stumbled her way towards their bed, tripping forward and barely catching the edge, necessitating a flailing of arms to catch hold of the blankets to hold on. He snorted, grabbing her by the arms and pulling her up and into him. After she was fully on the bed, she rolled over on to her side and adjusted herself under the covers.

"I'm sorry, I had some work to do. It was still a little too early and I mean," there was a slight tone shift at the end from apology to a bit of humor, he knew what was cooking at his expense. "Once you're out, no one and I mean no one, comes between you and that bed so I figured I'd let you have a little alone time."

Maybe he would have laughed, had some come back, or pouted to feign ignorance. Not tonight. Tonight he rolled on to his side and slipped his arm around her waist. The light was one of his only weapons, and he'd already surrendered it.

"I can't sleep. Let's chat a little." It was a lie. If he let go even momentarily on his concentration on her voice, he knew he'd lose the fight again. It was like a mental death grip, strangling at his enemy even while already have been fatally wounded. She agreed, and began talking about a series they were reading together. He lost track of the words, trying to concentrate, feeling the ache in his chest as he knew he would not last.

It's not enough time. I don't have enough time with her. Please, just more time. I just need five more minutes with her. I just need ....

His feet were slipping, everything was slipping. A void bubbled up and consumed him, eating at his very soul, clamping over his concentration like a heavy lid on a pot. The battle lost, he awoke the next morning, once again alone. This time when he blinked his eyes open, a blinking signal on his hunter watch and the vague differences in the room told him where he was, and what time it was, and what state he was in.

Another dream.

He shot up, and prepared for work. He would take his five more minutes by force if he had to. Pulling out his phone, he texted the woman of his dreams.

"Almost ready for work, give me five mins?"

#madi writes #this just came to me idkkkkkk #it's 2am!!!!#lnds xavier #love and deepspace xavier #xavier love and deepspace #l&ds xavier #lnd xavier #xavier x mc

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froqpi-art · 6 months

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turns u into a little guy and uses u as a sticker

#bomb rush cyberfunk #brc #brc bel #brc red #dj cyber #brc tryce #brc faux #idkkkkkk #my art #they’re literally chibis from my other drawings i just added them in to fill space 👍

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strawberrybyers · 3 months

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hey guys i need all of us to be insane about electricity real quick

so the stranger things account put on their broadcast channel this video and said “some light reading going on this wednesday”. well i’ve decided to look up each of these books and they all have to do with electricity???? and we know stranger things has an obsession with electricity, so let’s talk about it.

the orange book in the video is “The Voltage Regulator Handbook”. in the introduction it says “Too often, a design finds itself stalled in the development of a power supply to complete the total system. This problem is being eased with the development of a new generation of monolithic integrated circuit regulators and discrete components…” this makes me think of how the upside down is stuck in time and how season 4 ended with the upside down forming into one with hawkins??

then i’m pretty sure the book next to it is “Solid State Lamp” ?? but i googled it and there’s such a thing as solid-state lighting, so the book would be about lights and how they work. that’s interesting to me as lights have been used as a way of communicating with the upside down. also, there’s something called “Solid State Chemistry” as well and that’s interesting because i feel like nancy’s chemistry cards are a clue as to what is going on. i wrote a post about that here

the other book featured in the image is “The Transistor Manual”. another interesting book about electricity, but it seems like it has more to do with telecommunications such as a radio?? the radio has played a significant role in stranger things in regards to music and communicating through a radio.

the blue book is the “Ampex AG-440 AG-445 Recorder and Reproducer Operation Maintenance Manual”. this one intrigued me specifically because of this page??

“CAUTION: DO NOT TOUCH HIM, OR YOU MAY SHARE HIS PREDICAMENT” BITCHHHH WHEN I TELL YOU I SCREAMED???? also you have to keep him warm?? remember the whole “he likes it cold thing?” or the upside down/demogorgon is affected by heat?? my mind can’t help but think is something going to happen to will since he still has a connection with the mindflayer/upiside down/vecna and interacting with him could result in death or harm to oneself ?? LIKE IDK A DAMN THING ABOUT ELECTRICITY EXCEPT THAT THE LAB POSED AS A LIGHT AND ELECTRIC COMPANY, STEVE TALKS ABOUT HAVING ELECTRICITY WITH THE RIGHT PERSON, THE OFFICIAL PLAYLIST FOR MIKE HAS A SONG CALLED “ARE FRIENDS ELECTRIC?”, LIGHTS ARE USED TO COMMUNICATE WITH THE UPSIDE DOWN AND THESE BOOKS ARE CLUES AND SOMEHOW ALL OF THAT LEADS TO BYLER ENDGAME OK THANK YOU FOR BEING INSANE WITH ME ‼️

#ALSO COULD THIS TIE IN WITH FLICKERGATE?? IDKKKKKK #flickergate #byler #stranger things #stranger things theory #stranger things theories #stranger things 5 #stranger things s5 #stranger things season 5 #stranger things bts #stranger things behind the scenes

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lilyrizzy · 9 months

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continuation of my outsider pov fic i wrote a million years ago. maybe someone will enjoy! cw: medical drama

When Sophie comes back to the waiting room, Daniel is still sleeping. He’s not wearing the Red Bull Racing t-shirt anymore, her son’s she’s since realized, and has instead replaced it with a non-descript grey jumper. Only the oversized sweatpants have stayed, his top long enough to cover the tiny 33 stitched into the pocket.

Arms folded tightly over his chest, there’s a frown creasing his brow that gives away the tension that must be holding his body tight, even as he sleeps. The strange white-blue light from the vending machine opposite bathes his face, making him look more tired than he did earlier in the soft orange glow of Max’s kitchen. Their kitchen.

It adds to the guilt twisting itself up into knots inside her stomach, the thought of waking him up, but he’s twitching, uncomfortable, and she wants somebody to talk to.

It’s late. Victoria is on a plane.

“Daniel,” she says, touching his shoulder as gently as she can. It’s enough to have him jerking awake anyway, eyes darting around the room before landing on her face. There’s a moment, a flicker of confusion, then-

“Max?” He asks, his voice cracked down the middle with sleep-tinged terror, and- “is he-”

“There is no change Daniel,” Sophie assures him quickly, “we are still waiting for him to wake up.” Then, because he’ll want to know, “the doctor has been though.”

His expression clouds, the sky before a thunderstorm.

“You should have woken me up,” is all he says, but she can hear the words he doesn’t speak.

I deserve to be involved.

Gone is the man who just hours earlier stayed home in Max’s clothes. Since being in the hospital it’s been all vicious demands for information, for medicines, for miracles. As though proximity and looking through the window into the hospital room they aren’t allowed to enter yet reminded him of his rightful place in Max’s life.

That, or fear.

“I- I thought you would like to sleep,” She tries, but it’s only a half-truth. Max is her baby, and she is not used to sharing him with anybody but his father, who has already flown home to his new wife, his two new babies.

She expects more of a fight, but Daniel eventually just nods, shoves his thumbnail into his mouth and starts to chew at it’s edges.

“Right, yeah, of course- Sorry,” he mumbles around it, eyes glancing between the door, the clock and the floor.

Standing over him, for a moment she feels lost. Uncertain of what to do, what to say.

“I brought you some food though,” she settles on, remembering what made her wander away from the room in the first place. She takes the two prepackaged sandwiched out from under her arm where she’s been squashing them. “You should eat something,” she adds in what Victoria calls her mother-knows-best tone when Daniel just stares at her. “I did not know what you would like, but I thought everyone likes cheese, yes?”

She holds it out to him, and to her surprise, that gets him to smile. Awkwardly, hand touching the back of his neck.

“Actually, um- I’m lactose intolerant,” he says like an apology with a shrug.

Of course.

“Oh.” Then holding out the other packet instead, “here. I have this one, also. Roast chicken.”

Something flickers over Daniel’s face, and for a moment she’s worried he’s about to tell her he’s a fucking vegetarian, when she realises it’s softness. The deep lines of his worry momentarily smoothing.

“This is great, Sophie,” he promises softly, taking it from her outstretched hand. “Thank you.”

She takes a seat beside him in the plastic chair, feels every uncomfortable ridge of it press into her skin. A constant, aching reminder of where she is and why. An inescapable reality. Daniel opens his sandwich, but the lead weight in her stomach makes her a hypocrite, makes her put hers down on the empty chair besides her.

There’s no one else around, it's long past visiting hours. She tries not to think about what that must mean, that they’ve let them stay sat in this purgatory. That no one has told them, ‘go home, there won’t be any change.’ There could be change, and they both know it could go either way.

There’s nothing. No nurses, no doctors, no priest in the hospital chapel. She already checked. Just the ticking of the clock above both their heads, driving her insane.

“Before you said, 6 years,” she plucks from the silence to stop it choking her. Beside her, she feels Daniel tense. “That is a long time.”

He takes a bite of food and chews for a long time in favour of answering.

“Yeah. It is,” is all she gets once he’s swallowed. She nods, turning her body towards him, to try to get him to meet her eye.

“And you are- You are happy together, yes?”

This time there is no hesitation.

“Yes.” As though it could be anything other than the truth.

He still won’t look at her though, staring instead at the crusts of the bread.

“Even- Even though you race each other?” She pushes, because even an argument right now would be better than silence. Would help each of them to feel less alone, give them somewhere to lay down a little of the hurt.

For a moment, Sophie thinks he isn’t going to answer. Then, Daniel dumps his food onto the chair next to him too and finally turns to face her.

“Look, it’s- It hasn’t been all smooth sailing, I won’t lie to you,” Daniel allows, after another beat. His eyes search her face, as though looking for permission to go on. She nods again, but doesn’t speak. “This, ah, this season hasn’t been great for me. It might be my last, but Max, he- He helps. He calls me on my bullshit when I need it, he- Well I would be a lot less happy without him.”

He cringes then, like he’s worried he’s said too much, then continues quickly, almost defensively-

“But I look after him too, I do. I do a good job of making him happy too, I-"

Shaking his head, he breaks off before lifting his hands to bury his face into his palms.

I look after him too, Sophie turns over in her brain, and isn’t that all she ever wanted for Max? How badly has she failed for him to question that enough to feel he needed to hide from her.

Whatever she was looking for, she hasn’t found it in making Daniel look defeatedly back at the floor.

“I am sure you do,” she promises, though there is a mountain of undeniable evidence against her having any idea. She reaches to touch his shoulder, tentative. “Max is not somebody to do anything he does not want to. I think you would not have lasted 6 months if you did not. 6 years, is- “

It’s a lifetime, when you are twenty. She knows people who have married, separated and divorced in less time.

“I’m glad he got to have that,” she finishes, words forced past the tightness of her throat, “if- I’m glad.”

Daniel's head snaps back around to look at her. For a moment, his face goes perfectly still, before awful realization crests over it.

“Incase-“ She tries, but she doesn’t get another word out. Daniel is jumping to his feet, coming to crouch in front of her. Hands on her knees he looks up at her shaking his head.

“No, no, no,” he says, firmer than she’s heard him be before now, “Sophie, no. None of that okay, I cant- I can’t hear that right now. Max is going to be fine.”

The taste of salt at the corner of her mouth surprises her. She’s crying. When she speaks again, shaking her head too, her voice is cracked.

“But-“

“He’s going to be fine,” Daniel interrupts, and she doesn’t know who he is trying to convince more. “In a couple of hours they’re going to take us to his room, and- And he’s going to laugh at us for being so worried, okay?”

She rubs her fingertips over her eyes, smearing her tears across her face. All she wants is Daniel’s words to be true. It’s all she wants in the world.

“You do not know what,” she says because it’s what makes him seem so cruel to her right now. How can he promise a mother that her baby will be fine when he knows nothing more than she does?

But when he hangs his head, hand still clutching her kneecaps, she feels guilty for trying to take his hope from him.

“I love him,” he tells the tiled hospital floor. “He has to be okay, Sophie, I- I love him.”

#urgh idkkkkkk #if this is okay or not but #posting anyway #fic #max/daniel #happy ending to come...i promise...

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scificrows · 9 months

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I scrolled through a reddit AMA with Martha Wells and someone asked what show from our world Murderbot would re-watch to calm down and she said The Great British Baking Show!!!!!

Now I am in desperate need of art of Murderbot with a chef's hat and a silly apron in ART's galley covered in flour and cursing next to a failure of a Tarte Tatin or whatever, because turns out that when you have never even touched a food item in your life, baking is WAY less relaxing than watching a show about baking.

#i'm CRYING i want to watch bake off with murderbot!!!!#the murderbot diaries #murderbot #asshole research transport #𓄿 #idek #at least I often catch myself thinking “well that can't be THAT difficult can it” watching Bake Off #when in reality i HATE baking because you have to follow the stupid recipe so meitculously #no room for creativity or a little Fun #and I am careless and IMPATIENT #so i feel like murderbot might foolishly think it should try it too??#still thinking about ART and cooking so I wonder if ART would be able to help?#making sure the oven is at the PERFECT temperature or whatever?#but like #doesn't #and if it was either told VERY explicitly to shut up and let Murderbot do its thing #or if it just thinks its funnier to watch #idkkkkkk #would any of the crew try to console murderbot by taking a bite of its horrid creation #and insisting that it's really not THAT bad??#until ART puts a stop to it #worried about its crew member's life or something #god #i really have murderbot brainrot rn

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starker1975 · 4 months

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I love writing Peter as a shy, virginal sweetheart. But one of these dayssss, I’m going to give him a major, systemic upgrade, and write him as a boss bitch who rocks Tony’s world. This tik tok has influenced me.

#starker #he rocks Tony’s world anyways but you get what I mean #like imagine Peter Parker being a ceo tech mogul himself #the enemies to lovers of it all and he taunts Tony constantly #idkkk idkkkkkk 😵‍💫

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delulluart · 6 months

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Yet another sketch, sorry - but this time it's Papa II, surprise!

Not entirely happy (mostly unhappy with that depth of field finger on the top left), ran out of time for the mitre and the no eraser rule was really tough today (30mins, 1 mechanical pencil, no eraser)

dedicated to @ghoulymadge and their fantastic gifsets

#ghost #the band ghost #papa emeritus ii #secondo #30 min sketches #me chosing pics: do i like them? do they have strong light/shadow effect? and most importantly: can i make the eye look really glowing?#i should have just replaced the finger in the original pic with his face that wouldve been much better but i also dont want to change thing #too much (except for removing mask edges) idkkkkkk #anyway have more silly sketches im currently too stressed for paintings #plus i loooove using pencil even if people prefer colours #portrait

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ughgoaway · 5 months

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under the mistletoe // day 3

content warnings; kissing and probably swearing, I don't remember tbh <3

a/n; okay re-reading this one lowkey killed me... I feel like it's SO cringy and bad??? but it's too late now! despite my self-consciousness, I hope you guys enjoy <3

word count; 2k

(this fic takes place after they have gotten together)

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"You're kidding," Matty says with a crestfallen look on his face. Currently, he looked similar to a 10-year-old being told they weren't getting a puppy for Christmas. But Matty would attest that he had it much, much worse.

"Nope!" You say popping the p as you finish. "Matty, it's Christmas. You can only kiss me if we see a mistletoe!”

Matty scoffed at your words, “as if you are going to be able to resist kissing me until we are under the mistletoe, I give it a minimum 2 days before you do those pouty ‘please kiss me lips’ and beg me” he said confidently.

“Pfft. I won't kiss you without mistletoe until Christmas day. You underestimate my stubbornness, my dear” You pat Matty's head consideningly.

“Wanna bet?” he smirks, leaning slightly closer to your face.

You lean closer too, watching Matty’s eyes flick down to your lips the nearer you get, “deal. If I win, you make me breakfast every day next week. And if you win, I'll do the same.” You narrow your eyes at matty, challenging him.

Matty nods quickly, now unabashedly staring at your lips. “One last kiss for luck?” he asks as if he is doing you a favour, rather than yearning for one last kiss.

You teasingly lean in but snap away just before your lips touch, “ah ah ah, no mistletoe. Those are the rules i'm afraid love" You pout at Matty teasingly before spinning on your heels and walking away.

You knew it would be a matter of seconds before he came following, and sure enough, a few seconds later, you heard the sound of footsteps coming behind you into the kitchen.

The water in the kettle is just beginning to boil when you feel a pair of hands sliding over your hips and meeting on your stomach.

Matty's curls tickle your face as he presses his face into your neck, leaving open-mouth kisses at your pulse point and working down your neck. You hum and lean back into him, loving the feeling of his warmth behind you.

His head smoothly slides out from your neck, and his hands slither from your stomach to your waist. He grips and spins you around. Pressing your back onto the kitchen counter with a dizzying pressure. His red kiss-bitten lips were already pouting at you, teasing you. But you were committed. As was Matty.

“C'mon baby, why won't you give your poor boyfriend a kiss?” Matty says, leaning in and pressing kisses to your cheeks. You smile at his actions, seeing right through his sweet facade.

“Oh, I will,” you say, and you've never seen Matty move quicker. He shoots back with wide eyes.

“Really?” Matty was shocked you would fold so easily, sure he'd have a battle on his hands.

You lean close to Matty and brush your noses together, exchanging desperate breaths between the two of you. Softly, you whisper, “Yup, as soon as you catch me under some mistletoe, I’m all yours” You smirk and spin around to finish making your drink.

You hear Matty grumble and shuffle away, annoyed that his pretty boy tactic hadn't worked. But he was gonna catch you. He's determined to win.

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It was a few hours later and suspiciously quiet in the Healy house, you tiptoe around every corner, preparing for Matty to leap out with mistletoe in his hands. The cold concrete on the floor radiates through your feet as you creep through the corridors. You walk past each painting on the wall and, for the first time, really look at a few of them. Matty has interesting taste in art, that's for sure.

As you approach Annie's room, you start to hear hushed voices speaking so you sneak up and listen intently. The warm glow of the light filters into the hall from a crack in the door.

You manage to peek in and see Matty sitting on the floor with Annie standing over him, fiddling with his hair. He has various clips and bows hidden in his curls, Annie having recently fallen in love with playing hairdressers. She will have your hair in her hands as soon as you are within reaching distance.

Most times, he begrudgingly agrees and ends up sitting on the floor with his daughter's hands raking through his curls and carefully placing glitter clips and hairbands. She studies his whole head carefully, thoughtfully placing each item and moving them around until she gets the look she's going for.

Matty once came into the studio with a glittery butterfly clip still caught in his hair, which earned him endless teasing for the whole session.

The teasing continued until the next time Annie came in, she promptly sat Ross down and did nothing but focus on playing with his hair for about 45 minutes. Adam and George were suddenly very happy for their short locks, watching in fits of laughter at Ross’ disgruntled face as Annie placed yet another hair clip in.

So it was a normal sight for you to see, Matty's hair full of accessories and Annie's tongue sticking out with her focused face as she styled him. What you weren't accustomed to was the topic of conversation; you.

“So you know Daddy really likes to kiss y/n?” Matty says, wincing at the pain of Annie tugging particularly hard at one curl to get it to stay in place.

Annie pauses what she is doing before saying, “Yes Daddy it's yucky. But you have to be quiet if im doing your hair. I can't focus!” she says exasperatedly, throwing her hands up dramatically.

“Okay im sorry, baby, but I need your help to play a little trick on her. Do you want to help?” he asks, placing his hands on his daughter's waist and pulling her into his lap.

She fiddles with his curls as she thinks, even using one finger to tap her chin pensively. “Hmm, what would the trick be? Would it make her sad?”

Matty smiles at his daughter's caring nature. It makes his heart happy knowing his two girls love each other so deeply. Knowing the two people he cared most about had such a connection was one of Matty's favourite things.

He knows the way he and you met wasn't the most ideal circumstance, but the connection it gave you with Annie was worth any trouble it caused.

“No sweetheart, in fact, it would make her happy. You know how she smiles after I give her a kiss?” Annie tentatively nods, and Matty continues, “Well there's this thing at Christmas that grown-ups do called mistletoe, and if you go under it together, you have to kiss the other person.”

Annie's face immediately crumples into a disgusted look that has Matty lightly laughing and squeezing her sides, “don't worry, peanut, you won't ever have to do it if you don’t want to.” her face lights back up, and Matty secretly hopes she doesn't participate in the tradition until she's at least 30.

“y/n has said she’ll only kiss me if I catch her under the mistletoe, so I want you to help me surprise her with one. How does that sound?” he looks down at Annie, whose eyes are sparkling with mischief already.

God, she really was his daughter.

She nods excitedly, and Matty starts tickling her all over, telling her all about how fun their secret spy missions are going to be.

You sneak back to the kitchen, grinning to yourself at the idea of Matty roping in his daughter just so he can kiss you. You have to give it to him, he's definitely determined.

Just as you're finishing off some tea for you and Matty, you feel a familiar pair of hands slide around your waist. A wave of deja vu washes over you as they do.

“No ill intentions this time, baby, I swear. Just wanted to touch my girl” Matty says softly into your ear before hugging you properly from the back, putting his head in your neck and breathing in your perfume as he does. He thinks that scent might be the most soothing one in the world.

Matty never told you this, but once he found out what perfume you wear, he bought some for himself. He somehow convinced himself that it wasn't creepy or stalker-like, that he simply liked the smell. But when it wasn't on you, it didn't feel the same. It didn't have the same all-encompassing warmth behind it.

“Well, let’s go cuddle on the sofa, my love. Just no kissing,” you say, leaning back into Matty with your eyes closed in bliss. As you turn in his arms and meet his eyes, you teasingly wag your finger at him. He simply looks at you with enough love to make you dizzy.

The two of you plod your way over to the sofa, clearly ready to relax. As Matty sits down, he lifts his arm for you to wiggle into his side. As you lean your head on his chest and burrow your nose in, you feel him relax, and you audibly sigh. The comfort overtakes you, and you fall asleep burrowed into his side, your tea forgotten once Matty drapes a blanket over you.

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A few hours later, you awake to the sound of rushed whispers and giggles. You keep your eyes closed and try and discern what's happening around you.

“Okay, Annie. Now is the time. Go and get the mistletoe from the kitchen side. And make sure to be really quiet, okay? It's a secret mission, and we want y/n to stay asleep” Matty whispers carefully.

“Okay,” says Annie, trying her best to stay hushed but her excitement can't help but leak into her voice, you hear her small footsteps trailing away and briefly consider getting up and running away.

But now that Matty has roped Annie in, you can't help but let them win. You weren't going to complain about kissing your boyfriend again. Even the past few hours felt like torture, and the loss of the gentle kisses you shared was worse than you imagined.

You had come to learn Matty's way of showing love was stolen touches. If he could stay attached to you, you're sure he would. Every time he passes you, you get a kiss on the crown of your head or a gentle brush on your back.

If you were out with him, his hand would be in yours. But on the odd occasion he couldn't hold your hand fully, he would simply link your pinky fingers together. He needed a reminder that you were there. You were connected to him.

Despite being together for a little while now, every touch still felt electrified to Matty. He went so long without being able to touch you, and now he could do it whenever he wanted.

So he did.

He does it subconsciously. Even in bed he’ll stroke your arm until he falls asleep. And as Annie skulks around the kitchen, he does the same thing, tracing your arm with a featherlight touch.

You hear the pitter-patter of Annie's feet running back in and wait patiently until you feel her standing over you to flutter your eyes open and act shocked. The gasp escapes your lips just as laughter escapes Annies. Matty smiles down at you, too, looking quite proud of himself for his seemingly master plan.

“You didn't even manage to last a day, my love. What a shame. you're going to have to kiss me now” he says, shrugging his shoulders and leaning in.

“Oh you two are cheeky, well if I have to” Your stress on the word only pulls more giggles from Annie and earns you a disparaging head shake from Matty.

You and Matty only share a small peck with Annie there, although you can feel Matty’s tongue poke at your lips instinctively before pulling back for an innocent kiss.

Annie cheers as Matty leans in to hug you, just as you're settling in his arms you feel his hot breath on your neck and hear him whisper, “I knew you were awake that whole time by the way. Just couldn't resist kissing me, hmm?”

You pull back with a smirk and press another kiss to his cheek brazenly, winking at him as you do.

#christmas75 #matty healy #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy fic #matty healy fluff #matty healy x you #matty healy x reader #the 1975 fic #teacher au!#might delete this one later...#or at least private it #idkkkkkk

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kafka-ohdear · 2 days

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love how the photographs of mota boys looks so cool and artistic with poses, lights and angles etcetera and the ones of bofb boys make them look like they havent slept for years and are probably on drugs and were taken with flashlights on. very cute.

#band of brothers #masters of the air #mota #hbo war #idkkkkkk #but bith are cute #not favoritism but i prefer bofb ones #they look so cute in the photos #like!?!?!??!?!?!#they cutie pie

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westwitcharts · 2 years

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Persona 🦋 Protags

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sun-marie · 7 months

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Another bg3 thought dump but I've been thinking about this all day. I think a big part of why I love the Boat Scene in Gale's romance (or at least the version I've played), and really Gale's Romance in general, is bc there's so much potential for nuance.

My Tav, Zephyr, isn't particularly faithful to any one god or the gods in general (though she does enjoy studying faerunian theology), and so in theory she's not against opposing and maybe even deposing Mystra. But she knows that many of the "gods" of the modern era were once mortals, and until the cycle can be broken she doesn't want anyone, least of all someone she cares about, to take that risk and lose themself.

When I first got to the Boat Scene, I couldn't help the feeling of dread I got bc I was sure Gale and Zephyr were about to break up. Bc I knew how strongly Gale wanted this and for (mostly) the right reasons, but I also knew Zephyr wasn't going to budge. And I feel like in many games, that would be that; characters disagree, they break up. Even though Zephyr would be against it for Gale's sake, bc she loves who he is, not who he could be.

But the dialogue is so interesting bc it actually lets them argue about it, while also giving the player to stay with him anyway.

"This doesn't have to be the end for us."

"But I could be so much more to you."

Now true source of Gale motivation is revealed. He feels like he's not enough. Which allows Zephyr to reiterate that he is, and they stay together and even grow closer!

It just makes both characters feel very real to me, and I appreciate that they can talk and argue until they get deeper and deeper into why the other one feels this way. It's almost like how couples actually are in real life!

#I think with this post bg3 has officially become my most talked about video game lo #idk this game is just very thought provoking!!#and the fact that the Boat Scene can play out differently both in outcome and in content is just so so interesting to me #and I appreciate that the game lets Zephyr be like #“yes mystra wronged you. yes you deserve to live. yes the gods are corrupt. no I don't think you should become/better the gods”#and have Gale respond to that realistically! and not ignore that she's been on his side up until this very specific topic!#idkkkkkk I just love it #bg3 #bg3 spoilers #baldur's gate 3 spoilers #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #gale romance #in like an hour I'm going to find a post of someone else saying this but more eloquently and then I will feel silly and reblog it lol

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