#there are too many bad words in this one

[ughgoaway]

snowed in // day 9

content warnings; bad writing, mentions of weed, swearing and intense yearning lol

a/n; we're just gonna pretend that days 7 & 8 are posted already and move onto day 9 lol. reallllly not sure how i feel about this one... i think i like the idea but not my writing... idk. anyway, shut up ace, here it is!

word count; 2.3k

(this fic takes place pre-relationship)

12 days masterlist

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“Okay okay… paperwork? Yes. homework from last week? Yup. next week's lesson plan…” you mumble to yourself as you gather the papers from your desk in an attempt to be prepared for the few days at home you were sure to come.

You heard rapid knocking at your classroom door and nearly jumped out of your skin at the noise. Who was here? The headmaster had sent out an email cancelling school today, so you assumed it would just be you.

You swung open the door and were met with two hunched-over figures buried in layers upon layers of coats, but you would have recognised the curls sticking out from the hat anywhere.

“Annie? Matty? What are you doing here?” You usher them in and quickly shut the door behind them. Snow fell off their shivering bodies as they shuffled in. 

Annie looked up at her dad with a scrunched face. Matty's voice wavered as he said, “School?” with a tilt of his head.

“The headmaster sent out an email. It was cancelled today. Didn't you get it?” you say bending down and wrapping Annie up in a hug as she shivers in her spot. Your hands rub up and down her covered arms to try and warm her as you look up at Matty with soft eyes. 

“What!” he said incredulously, furiously pulling his phone out of his pocket. Matty took off his hat and shook the remaining snowflakes from his curls as he checked his emails with wide eyes. 

“Fuck.” Matty sighs and drops his arm to his side, throwing his chin up to the air and taking a deep breath. 

“Daddy! You're not allowed to swear at school!” Annie scolded her dad and moved from beneath your arms to look up at him, her hands on her hips. 

You saw Matty fight a smile before apologising to his daughter, “You're right, munchkin, im sorry.” he pulled her into his side and gave her a quick squeeze. 

Matty cleared his throat and stood up fully. He looked you over properly for the first time and couldn't help but feel his heart warm at your outfit.

You, on the other hand, were mortified. 

You were not in your usual professional clothes, instead opting for an oversized snoopy Christmas jumper that looked as if it was from 1985 and some black leggings. Along with a pair of trainers that had your fluffy socks sticking out the top of them. A red flush was on your nose and cheeks from the cold, or the embarrassment. You weren't really sure. 

After dragging his eyes away from you, Matty looked down at Annie, who was clearly stifling a yawn. Her blinks were heavy, and Matty could tell she was fighting sleep. 

“Okay then, I guess we should get home, sweetheart. we can have some hot chocolate and go back to bed, hmm? How does that sound?” Matty squeezed his daughter's hand as he grabbed it. 

A sleepy nod is all he got in response, Annie rubbed at her eyes before giving you a small wave and walking away with Matty. 

The soft Christmas music playing in the background was interrupted by a loud click, the noise of the radio made the three of you spin your heads around confused.

“Emergency weather report; extreme snowfall is expected within the next hour and all roads in the area are closed until further notice. Please stay where you are until further instruction. Thank you.”

The low hum of Christmas music began again after the warning, Matty began pulling his gloves off and bending to unzip Annie's coat. “well I guess we're staying here for a little bit then, aren't we?” he smiled up at you, almost as if he's asking your permission

A nervous nod was all he needed to start looking for a place for Annie to lay down.

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20 minutes and 2 attempted beds later, Annie was sprawled over both your laps as you sat on the floor. 

Matty had tried rolling up his coat as a pillow and letting her rest on the carpet, but the only time she began to drift off was when she was sitting in his lap. Matty shyly asked you if she could lay across the two of you, and you giggled in the way Matty loves and nodded. 

So here you were, Annie snoring across the two of you with her dad's coat draped over her as a slightly awkward silence filled the air. An odd wave of confidence rushed over you, and you decided to try and make conversation with Matty. 

After all, it had been a whole 5 minutes since you heard his voice, so you were pining for it.

“What was your first Christmas with Annie like? She can't have been very old?” you ask quietly, watching Matty as he stared down at his sleeping daughter, smoothing her curls with his hand. 

A sincere smile makes its way across his face before Matty speaks, “No she was only a couple of months old, but it's still my favourite Christmas ever. I was fucking drowning as a new dad. It was just me and her that year too, I was way too scared to load her into the car and drive her up to Manchester." Matty shook his head wistfully at the memory.

"I was at that point in new parenthood where you think everything will hurt them. I think I'd baby-proofed every corner of my house, and if you knew what my house looked like; you'd understand how mammoth of a task that is” Matty lightly laughs to himself thinking back to how extreme he was those first few months.

You think to yourself that you want to know what his house looks like. You want to see all the pretentious art he has hanging and the piles of books you've never heard of. You especially want to see it this time of year. See how he decorates. You don't think he is a perfectionist. You can see him and the boys haphazardly decorating the tree with Annie. Holding her up to place the star on and cheering as she does. Taking group pictures with the tree and all saying “cheese!”

Briefly, you envision what it would be like if you were there. Would he take some of the art down and put photos of the three of you? Would he make room in his wardrobe for your crazy jumper collection? Would the shelves currently full of awards be filled with your knicknacks and candles? You imagine him making a special space on his bookcase for the copy of The Little Prince he got you. 

The book sat in the air between you, neither of you has addressed but both know you want to. 

You yearn to explore his space and see how his brain works. You envision Christmas morning waking up in his arms. Perhaps he’d wake you up softly and slowly, pressing lingering kisses to your neck until you stir. Or maybe Annie would come bounding into your room and leap onto the bed, shocking you both awake. 

You like to think you’d go downstairs and make hot chocolates for you all, Matty would kiss you as you made the drinks, and Annie would be trying to drag him away to the tree. The gift you’d get him would be perfect. You don't know what it would be, but you know just how he would react. If you close your eyes, you can envision the soft smile on his face and the adoration in his eyes. You can almost feel his arms wrapping you in a hug and thanking you.

Soon Matty’s voice pulls you out of your thoughts as he recounts his first Christmas with Annie, “she hated the cold when she was really small, so she always looked like a ball of blankets. all you could see was her pink nose stcking out." matty remembers annie sobbing anytime she felt a cold breeze, so he did the only rational thing he could think of whilst painfully sleep deprived - wrap her in 20 layers to keep her happy.

"The day started nice, and all of Annie's uncles and aunts dropped by. George got her a mini drum kit that she wouldn't be able to use for ages, but he would have bought her a real drum kit if I'd let him. Hann, being the only parent, got me an actually good present, a killer baby monitor.” You laugh at Matty's clear enthusiasm with the baby monitor, and he looks at you with his jaw dropped and a smile on his lips.

“Hey! That's a great present, okay? The year before he’d got me some really good weed, so it was a bit of a jump, but I loved it. Ross got her some really cute 75 baby grows, I had no idea there were so many, but he had got her all the old merch made into little onesies.” Matty starts to feel his eyes fogging up at the memory.

He couldn't connect the girl on his lap now with that baby. It felt like no time had passed, but here she was, a proper little person. 

He continued to speak with a wet voice, the emotions clear in each word he said, “But they all had their own things to do so soon enough it was just us. We just laid on the sofa together. She was on my chest and looked up at me with wide eyes and smiled. For the first time ever. All I could see was the reflection of the fairy lights in her eyes and the massive grin on her face. I smiled back and obviously cried. Every time my smile got bigger, hers did too. That was the first time i knew I could do it. I knew she was always going to be the most important thing in my life. I had kind of known that since she was born, but that's when it really hit me.” Your hand slid over Matty’s, he gave your hand a quick squeeze in appreciation and looked into your eyes. You simply nodded at him. 

“That sounds perfect” you whisper, leaning in ever so slightly. Subconsciously, Matty mirrored your actions. He felt an innate understanding of the way you moved and didn't think before following your every motion.

“It was” he said, resting his head on the wall behind him, and just like Matty had done to you moments before; you copied him.

Silence again washed over the two of you, as it always seemed to do when you were together. But it was a warm silence. It felt like silence between two people who had always known each other. Normally, whenever there was a lull, Matty was fighting to fill the empty air, but with you, he felt no need. 

He was happy enough sitting in comfort with you, studying your face trying to find some new aspect he hadn't seen before. 

This time, he noticed a small freckle at the base of your jaw by your ear. He felt his hand twitch with the urge to stroke your jaw and trace it with his thumb. Despite having only thought of your face for months, he still sees something new each time, something for him to think about when he has to go a few days without you.

Unlike Matty, you couldn't drag your stare away from his eyes. You watched them flicker around your face and analyse it, but it didn't faze you. You thought it was nothing more than avoiding eye contact. But Matty's eyes drew you in each time. You tried to think of ways to describe them. Calling them “chocolate” or “chestnut” fell short. It wasn't the colour that caught you. It was some inexplicable force.

Matty couldn't help it anymore, and as if his hand was separate from his body, he saw it moving from beneath yours to your jaw. He watched his thumb trace the side of your face.  His touch was featherlight, and you shivered at the contact but stayed unmoving.

Your skin was soft and smooth, just like he imagined, and Matty felt his heart skip a beat at the feeling of you leaning into his hands. He watched your eyes flutter closed but soon snap open again, as if you had to fight to keep them open. 

His calloused thumb sliding over your cheek was very unexpected, but you couldn't help but immediately settle into the feeling. You wanted to watch his face and try and catch each micro-reaction he had. You needed to see if he was feeling something, too. Anything. 

But his face was almost blank, aside from the very corner of his mouth ticking up just once. Just when your eyes began to shut on their own, lulled into security by his soft touch. 

You felt goosebumps erupt all over your body when his eyes finally met yours. His thumb stopped its motion on your cheek. Your own hand moved up and covered the hand on your face with your own, just as you had done earlier. 

Both of you softly smiled at the contact, a silent understanding that there was something there, but it couldn't happen. There was some ethereal force drawing you in, but you both knew it needed to be ignored.

Right person, wrong time and certainly wrong place. But you could look, and you did.

Staring. Looking. Gazing. It was all you both felt capable of. 

The radio buzzed to life and made you both jump, Annie grumbled and sat up from your laps, rubbing her eyes tiredly. 

“The official met office advice is to get home and prepare for a cold couple of days. Most major roads have been ploughed and are now safe to drive on. Please ensure you go slow and only travel if absolutely necessary. In other news-”

You blanked out the rest of the broadcast but looked back at Matty with a sad smile. He smiled back and gave your cheek a gentle squeeze before removing his hand. 

Your skin burned in his wake. Scorched by his touch.

[necrotic-nephilim]

i personally have very complicated feelings on the Gotham Knights video game and the routes it takes with characterization. i think it has a charm to it and it goes in an interesting direction with everyone (especially within the confides of the plot of the game) but it does have certain moments that veer painfully fanon for me. (such as: the dialogue where Tim drinks too much coffee) it's an interesting story for what it is but i don't view it comics-based for characterization and therefore don't care to interact with it much for like. fanfic purposes.

that *said* though. i do have to give the game some kind of credit for giving one of the top five JayTim moments that lives rent free in my mind. every since i played the game, the cutscene lives in my mind daily. it's the specific cutscene where Jason and Tim are arguing about whether or not Jason's non-lethal bullets are too dangerous for the field, and the argument leads to TIm *standing in front of the target* Jason is shooting and telling Jason to shoot him. it lives rent free for me. i never stop thinking about this.

the absolute certainty Tim has that he is in no danger standing in front of Jason, who has a loaded gun pointed at his face. the way Jason *hesitates* for just a moment before lowering the gun. he thinks about it for just a second. Gotham Knights JayTim seem to get along very well and can rely on each other, but Jason still clearly holds a bitterness about his death and Tim that flickers through in some lines of dialogue under the guise of jokes. especially since this game deals *heavily* with concepts of Pit Madness causing an altered state of consciousness, i think it's believable that occasionally, Jason fights the urge to fight and hurt Tim for the feeling of being replaced.

i like their tension so much in this canon. they get along but you can *tell* Tim is afraid of addressing Jason's trauma or even addressing Jason head-on, and Jason leans into spooking Tim about it. which isn't very comics feeling in their dynamic, but it is an interesting way to place their dynamic if you're playing with a more timid Tim who's newer to the role of Robin. (which he seems to be in-game) he really doesn't want to offend Jason, or worse, piss him off. but he'll still face Jason head on for things like this, while completely aware of what Jason could be capable of.

and Jason seems very protective of Tim and respecting Tim as a Robin in typical Jason fashion. if Tim pushes, Jason *will* relent. he knows this is a kid who's proved himself and should be treated with equal respect, sometimes even more than Dick and Babs do in-game.

so for all that to culminate in Tim stepping in front of Jason's loaded gun that he *knows* is on the edge of being too dangerous, just to force Jason to listen? it's the most unhinged way Tim could've gotten his point across in this scene. he was literally daring Jason to hurt him and playing with a very dangerous fire. but he did it anyway bc he believed he could make Jason heel just at the thought of hurting Tim. and he was *right*. they're gay and i'm feral ty.

[deus-and-the-machina]

hythlodaeus be like "teehee I hope I can be of some use" *clean headshot* 😊

bitch they wanted you for the aether-centric governmental position I know you think your curmudgeony cunt husband is amazing but stop selling yourself short its a slippery slope to sacrificing yourself to make god smh

[picspammer]

Now I know that I can't make you stay But where's your heart?

Happy anniversary to Famous Last Words, released on this day in 2007

[puppyeared]

i feel like im not making any sense but does anyone else feel like there are stories that let u run with them and ones that spell everything out for you

[tea-time-terrier]

[dramatic-dolphin]

there's two kinds of university professors and they are "i take attendance every class, if you're sick you need to tell me a day before, you can only miss three classes per semester" and "hey i noticed you haven't been to class at all in the past two months, are you handling the coursework okay? feel free to ask me if you have any questions!"

[skitskatdacat63]

2009 Japanese Grand Prix - Sebastian Vettel

[dunmeshistash]

How is lycion pronounce

in japanese his name is リシオン Rishion

So I imagine it would be like lee see on? You can put リシオン on google translate and make it say it out loud with the japanese voice if you're curious

[somegrumpynerd]

I'm sure it's already been done before but y'know what would be a cool idea for a collab? A UTMV colouring/ activity book

Like you could get a bunch of artists to draw stuff of their favourite au guys but just up to the lineart and then people could print them out and colour them in! You could also have little activity pages mixed in like wordsearches or mazes too but themed to utmv stuff, it could be a fun thing!

[popiplant]

finally finished this mf GOD IM NEVER DOING THIS AGAIN

[kenisle]

are there any fics about the existential/body horror and everyday idiosyncrasies of being wolverine — indestructible heavy metal skeleton, knife hands, healing factor, amnesia, and eternally chained to this mortal plane cursed to watch everyone around you age and die except this one really weird guy you can’t fucking stand who also happens to be from canada — with maybe a dash of homoeroticism? or at least just minimal heterosexuality? is that too tall an order?

[puppyeared]

Gripped with ideas but….. the panelling………….

[fizzytoo]

"do you like it?" "darling, i love it."

[whos-hotter-jjba]

(Part 8) Higashikata Family poll maybe?

I feel like with the dad polls and the canon couple asks i've had so many Higashikatas recently, but hey, if it's what the people want, why not?

Higashikata Family Showdown

[intotheelliwoods]

One of these days I need to just, dedicate, a full day to reblogging stuff