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Sleepy Morning

☁︎synopsis: Xavier wants you to stay in bed for a litttleeee longer

☁︎content: less than 1k words (super short drabble), mdni, gn!reader, fluff, clingy xavier 🎉

☁︎an: haloo, im not sick anymore, thinking about domestic mornings with xavier. might make an nsfw version of this hehe.. also ill try to post more frequently (and at normal hours) but im being worked to death (っ´Ι`)っ

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The sunlight seeps through the blinds of your apartment, usually this would be a welcoming sight to most people when they wake up. For you however, it just means having to deal with the hassle of trying to get up and go to work with a 6’1(185cm) man latched onto you.

At first, you try to escape with as little movement as possible. Your arms are bound by his and his leg is thrown over yours so you’re not exactly in the best position.  He’s like your own personal blanket… You try to squirm out of his hold which proves futile. Finally, you decide going to work is more important than getting into a morning squabble with Xavier and you force your arms out of his hold. 

“Hmm? Where do you think you’re going?” He mumbles, still half-asleep. He lets your arms stay free and opts to wrap his arms around your waist instead. At least he takes his leg off of you, you're just a smidge closer of getting out of this entanglement.

“To work! You know, at the Hunter’s association? They kind of need me.” Your words fall on deaf ears as Xavier just holds you tighter to his chest in response! 

“You’re not the only hunter they have…” He mutters into your neck.

“Yeah, but still! You’re a hunter too, you should understand!” You wiggle in his hold to no avail; he’s not letting up.

“Not really.” He shakes his head. Xavier tries to hide his clinginess, but it really shows in the morning. “What do you want for breakfast?” He loosens his grip on your waist, just enough for you to not be able to run away. You turn in his arms to face him. You pout at him but all he does is give you a peck on the forehead.

“You’re impossible. I guess I’ll stay for the morning, but I still have to go to work today!” You poke his forehead impishly. He smiles at that. 

“That’s all I ask.”  He gives you a lopsided grin.

“You weren’t asking, you were communicating through smothering me.” You frown, unseriously.

“Would you like me to stop?” He questions.

“No…I like clingy Xavier.” You cup his face and give him a soft kiss on the lips. 

“He likes you too.” He whispers into your lips. You can tell his sleepiness still hasn’t worn off, he’s using his little energy to keep you with him.

“When you said breakfast…Do you mean ordering or?” You run your fingers through his hair and massage his scalp.

“I could make breakfast.” He yawns. You shudder, suddenly a wave of flashbacks of Xavier's less than stellar cooking hit you.

“Um. Let’s make it together when you get up, okay?” You pat his head, tenderly. 

“Mkay. When we get up.” He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck and places warm kisses there. 

“Yeah, yeah when we get up, my sleepy boy.” You giggle and mold your body even closer to his. The Hunter's Association won’t miss you for a few more hours, right? He needs you!

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Getting on my minor political + mindful soapbox for the day to say that accelerationism is tempting - especially to those who are struggling with their mental health - because accelerationist ideals often borderline on, if not blatantly cross into, the suicidal and that's a deeply horrific and dangerous thing.

If you're finding yourself drawn to political philosophies that rely on the idea that things have to get worse before they get better - especially if they encourage martyrdom or don't really seem to have an idea of what the "get better" part looks like despite having a clear idea of what the "get worse" part looks like - check in with yourself. Are you doing okay? If you're in a position to - it'd probably be best to revisit the political thought after taking a moment to ground yourself.

Don't get sucked into political cult-like ideologies that prey on the mental health struggles of desperate marginalized people. We can do better.

"Hey, I can't sleep..."

Xavier mumbles something in reply, totally incoherent to you. He reaches for the lamp on the nightstand next to his side of the bed, and a warm glow fills the room. He yawns, and he sits up in bed, leaning against the headboard, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"Okay, come here, then."

He pats his lap twice. You stare at him, and then at where he was patting.

"You want me to sit on you?"

He raises an eyebrow. "No. Come put your head here."

You oblige and lie down with your head in his lap. He reaches for something else on the nightstand - it's a book. He flips open to a page and clears his throat.

"Once upon a time–"

You can't help but laugh out loud, and you end up shaking the whole bed. Xavier clicks his tongue and shushes you.

"I'm trying to read you a bedtime story, if you don't mind."

"Okay, okay," you concede. "I'll be quiet. So quiet."

Xavier continues, putting on a storyteller voice. "There was a young girl whose mother had sadly died, and she lived with her father whom she loved dearly..."

He continues with the story of Cinderella, and you're enthralled by all the voices he puts on for the different characters. They sound ridiculous and ill-fitting, but you're entertained nonetheless. All the while, one of his hands is in your hair, gently brushing his fingers through it. The other holds the book, and in the moments where he takes the hand in your hair to flip a page, you instantly miss it - you would be happy for him to read a page over and over again if it meant keeping his hand right where it is. There are a couple of times where he yawns, and it's contagious - you yawn along with him.

"... and they all lived happily ever after. The end."

Xavier closes the book, but you turn over in his lap to look up at him. You push your bottom lip out in what you hope is a cute pout. "Can you read me another one, please?"

He rolls his eyes, but obliges, and opens the book again. He flips around for a little bit before clearing his throat again. "This is the story of Sleeping Beauty..."

You're not sure when it is that you doze off, but the next time you wake, sunlight is streaming through the gaps in the curtains. Your head is still in Xavier's lap, his hand still resting in your hair. The book he was holding is next to him on the bed, opened to a random page, and you can hear him snoring lightly. You turn, just a little bit, to take a look at him. His eyelids are twitching just so slightly, his mouth moving as if in conversation with someone in a dream. You feel a warmth spread across your chest, your heart beating just a little faster. Sleeping Beauty indeed.

I wish that, instead of reacting angrily or feeling attacked by the love many women feel for Love and Deepspace, some men would adopt a more open attitude and use the lessons this game offers to improve the way they treat their partners and women in general.

Love and Deepspace is designed to make us feel loved and to convey what love should feel like. For me (and I know for many others), it has taught me to understand what I truly desire in a relationship and how I want to be treated. Love interests are designed to make us feel valued, prioritized, and deeply loved. They are attentive, respectful, and caring, showing their love without coercion or demands, putting us first, and the evolution of the relationship and its intimacy is built on trust and mutual respect.

Even mechanics like the menstrual cycle representation, which has been criticized so much, are a reflection of the care and empathy that should exist in a healthy relationship. Understanding your partner's stage of the cycle not only allows you to support them more sensitively, but also to show meaningful support during phases like the luteal phase or menstruation itself.

This game isn't about sex or pornography, as many people think, but about love, respect, and genuine affection. It teaches us what true love feels like, what a healthy relationship should be like, and what it means to be authentically loved. There's nothing wrong with this, nor should those of us who enjoy this experience feel ashamed.

The LADS guys making you dinner!!!! What would they make, How well would they do?

✨ Xavier |❄️Zayne |🎨Rafayel |🐦‍⬛Sylus |🍎Caleb

Xavier cooking is always a show but the end result might not be all that edible. Picture this: Xavier leaned over the counter. His shirt riding up just enough in the back to show his back dimples. His hair in his eyes as he reads through a cook book.

Xavier always jumps at the idea of cooking for you but not for the reason you'd think. He doesn't like cooking, far from it in fact, but he wants to show you that he could if you wanted him to. He wants to show that he'd make a good husband.

Xavier is good at following directions. He always put the right amount of everything together. If something looks off, he'll try again and again until he gets it right. He doesn't want to serve you anything less than perfection.

All of this often goes up in smoke when Xavier falls asleep while the food is cooking. It happens one too many times and you invest in an egg timer that he carries with him into the living room so it'll go off before the smoke alarm does. After you get that, he's a pretty good cook because nothing burns.

Xavier better at baking than he is cooking. He's gotten bread down pat (more out of spite than anything) and he can make a VERY good chocolate cake.

When you sit down with your plate, Xavier is watching the whole time. If he had a tail it would be wagging, waiting to see if you like the food or not. The second you say you do, he smiles so sweetly, it looks like a sunrise.

Eating tucking around a table with you is one of Xavier favorite past times. Feeling your foot brush against his under the heated table, the sound of your cutlery moving, the happy hum when you taste something especially nice that he made just for you. It feels like home.

Every time someone (incl disabled people) say that disability is just a social construct, a fairy looses their wings

i really look forward to when we separate androgyny and gender non-conformance from thinness

androgyny does not have to be thin, white, and eurocentrically attractive

Please, for the love of god, leave me CLEAR INSTRUCTIONS!!! If you think it’s implied, I promise you that to me it is not. If you give me poorly worded or vague directions I’m gonna spend half an hour stressing over the potential different ways to interpret them and either become paralyzed with indecision or inevitably interpret them the least correct way possible