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lucy90712 · 2 days ago

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Finding out you’re pregnant

A/n: Happy new year guys. As promised for the new year this is the start of a pregnancy mini series. New parts will be out when I can get them done hope you enjoy ~ Lucy

Gavi:

Over the past week or so I haven't been feeling right I've felt nauseous most days and just overall not myself. I have also missed my period which only really points to one thing but I don't want to believe it. Pablo and I are still so young sure we've been together for nearly 3 years now but having kids isn't something we've talked about much. We both want them but it was always an in the future thing so for it to maybe be happening now has me panicking. I know I should take a test to find out for sure but I'm scared because once I know the result it becomes real and if I'm pregnant I have to tell Pablo.

Today though I feel like I can't put it off anymore I have to find out and deal with the consequences whatever they are. I can't do it alone though so I went out and got a test as Mikky is coming over with Miles and I figured she'd be a good person to have around when I find out as she's been through it all. When she arrived I told her how I'd been feeling and my plan and she was encouraging me straight away telling me that everything would be fine. After I took the test she waited with me and even looked at the result first as I was too scared even though I already knew what it would be. Once my suspicions were confirmed and I knew I was pregnant the conversation turned to how to tell Pablo, Mikky suggested doing something simple like just giving him the test in a box so that's what we set up.

When Pablo finally got home Mikky left leaving just the two of us. Being alone with him I felt so nervous I mean what is he going to think he doesn't often get mad at me but I can see this being one of the rare times he does. Surely he doesn't want to be tied down by a baby when his career is just starting out I know he wants to enjoy being young but I don't know if he can do that for much longer.

"Are you ok you've been extra quiet ever since I got home" Pablo said

"I'm fine but I have something for you" I said handing him the box

"You're pregnant" he whispered clearly shocked

"Yeah I am and I know we said we weren't ready for kids so I'm sorry and I get if you want nothing to do with me now" I rambled

"Hey it's ok I'm actually really excited we're starting our own family sure it's sooner than I imagined but I can't wait to see this baby grow" he said giving me a kiss which made me feel a lot better

Pedri:

Pedri and I have talked about having kids. Starting a family is something we both want but neither of us are quite ready yet or at least we weren't but now we might have to be. I've been feeling quite sick the last few days and straight away my mind went to the day Pedri and I weren't as careful as we usually are which of course has come back to haunt us. I wanted to ignore it and at least wait for my period to be late but Pedri wanted to know now and I'm not going to say no.

To find out we needed a test as I don't keep them on hand as we are always careful so I don't keep tests for emergencies but maybe I should. Pedri wanted to come in the store with me but he also didn't want us to be seen and for someone to put our business all over social media. So it was just me who went in wearing sunglasses and a mask so no one recognised me either. It was so nerve wracking buying the test especially when the cashier wished me luck I felt like a teenager sneaking around behind their parents back. On the drive home Pedri held my hand the entire way trying to help calm me down which was a sweet gesture but it didn't really help.

Back in the comfort of our own home I went straight to the downstairs bathroom to take the test. Pedri stood with me as we waited the 5 minutes for the results his arms were around my waist and my head rested on his chest as I thought about what the result might mean for us. It all feels like a lot but having Pedri there made me feel a lot better as it felt like we were truly in this together. The timer I set scared the both of us as we were in our own little world but quickly we were brought back to reality. As I went to flip the test my hands were shaking so Pedri put his hand on top of mine and we flipped the test together. Two very obvious lines stared back at us both which I thought would make me feel nervous but I was actually overwhelmed with excitement.

"I can't believe it I'm actually so excited" Pedri said

"Me too I thought I'd be more scared but I'm actually so happy" I said

"Clearly we were ready to take this step and just needed the push to realise it" he said

Jude:

Jude has always said he doesn't want kids and I was on board with that as having kids isn't something I've ever been crazy about. It isn't something I ever ruled out completely as you know people can change their minds but in my mind that was at least 5-10 years in the future if ever. Recently though I've just felt off like somethings not right so when my period was a few days late my mind went straight to the worst case scenario. Any normal person would probably tell their partner and they would figure it out together but I'm terrified to tell Jude in case he leaves me as he has made it very clear multiple times that having kids isn't something he wants.

This fear is exactly why I went and got a test and took it on my own without anyone knowing. I could've talked to one of my friends but I didn't want anyone to possibly let it slip to Jude as I need to be the one to tell him. Of course the result was exactly as I feared it would be I was very much pregnant. I cried for hours after I found out as I knew I had to tell Jude and deal with whatever the consequences will be which will probably end with me doing this alone when Jude ultimately decides to leave me. Realistically I should've told him that day to get it over with but I couldn't handle it mentally so I put it off.

It has now been over a week and I am still hiding this big secret from Jude, I have wanted to tell him I really have but the right moment hasn't come up yet. He is starting to get a bit suspicious though as he keeps asking me if I'm ok and giving me weird looks when I say I'm fine. As I've waited so long I've built up this moment so much that I'm so scared for it to actually happen.

"Hi love how are you?" Jude asked as he arrived home from training

"I'm good how was your day?" I asked back

"What's up with you I can tell you are keeping something from me please just tell me what it is whatever's wrong we can figure it out together" he nearly begged

"Please don't be mad but I'm pregnant" I finally blurted out

"Wow that's not what I was expecting" he said

"I'm sorry just please don't leave me" I cried

"I'm not going to leave you I promise I just wasn't expecting that I know I said I didn't want kids but for some reason I feel different with you I'm ready to step up and for us to do this together I'm actually kind of excited" he said

"I love you" was all I managed to say

"I love you more" he said

Joao:

Joao and I have been together for a few years and engaged for a year now and after moving to London we had a discussion about our future together and ultimately we decided that both of us were ready to take the next step and start a family. Even though we said we were ready we agreed that we didn't want to rush the process at least not right now so we wanted to take a more casual approach. I stopped taking my birth control but I haven't been tracking my cycle or doing anything special as I'm under the impression that it will happen when it happens.

Over the past few weeks I've been feeling really ill I just have no energy and I have been feeling nauseous most days. To start with I just got on with my life as I thought it was just a little cold or something but as time has gone on and I've not got any better I realised it must be something more. Joao made me call off work the past few days to rest and see if that makes me feel any better but that hasn't helped either. After another day of barely leaving our bed Joao suggested I take a pregnancy test just to be sure as then if it's not that he will definitely make me go to the doctors.

Luckily I have pregnancy tests in the bathroom for situations like this so Joao helped me out of bed and I took the test with him waiting for me right outside. I sat the test on my bedside table and we just waited. Joao had me sat in his lap on the edge of the bed stroking my hair but we sat in silence while I thought about whether I could actually be pregnant. It hasn't been long at all since I stopped taking my birth control and I didn't think it would happen this quickly but if it did that would be really exciting. The 5 minute timer Joao set passed rather quickly and suddenly it was time to learn if our lives will be changed forever or if I'm just really run down.

"I'm pregnant" I said not quite believing what the test in my hand read

"I can't believe it who knew it would happen so quickly" Joao said

"I know we haven't even been trying properly" I said

"At least we know why you have been feeling so awful now" Joao laughed

Ruben:

Ruben and I have been trying for a baby for almost a year now. To start with we were trying more casually but then I started tracking my cycle and we did things properly but that didn't work either. We have tried every tip and trick and still no positive pregnancy test. There has been times that I've had symptoms like nausea and I've even been late on my period a few times but still every month I'm greeted with a negative test. It's been hard as I want nothing more than to start a family with Ruben and I just feel so useless that I can't get pregnant like every other woman I know can.

Again this month I've had some symptoms like being extra tired and not liking food I usually love but I don't want to get my hopes up as I've been in this position before and only been let down. It's always difficult not to get a bit excited at the prospect of finally being pregnant but I don't think I can handle another disappointment at least not night now. The amount of times I have wanted to just give up have only increased especially recently, this whole process is just making me feel awful and I don't know if it is worth it especially right now.

Ruben wants me to take a test again and I can see why but I've been putting it off to avoid the disappointment. I promised him that today I would take a test but we agreed that if it was negative that we'd take a break from trying and I wouldn't take another test for a while just to protect my mental health. Of course Ruben came back from training super excited but I just can't get myself to feel the same way. Despite that I still took the test and just gave it to Ruben as I simply don't want to see the one line I've become accustomed to seeing.

"I-it's positive" Ruben chocked out a few minutes later

"What?" I questioned

"It's positive we're going to have a baby" Ruben said handing me the test so I could see for myself

He wasn't wrong there was two clear lines on the test. Neither of us could stop the tears from flowing as Ruben picked me up and spun me round which made me feel quite sick but I couldn’t care less I was just so happy this nightmare has finally ended with the result we wanted.

#gavi imagine #gavi #gavi x reader #pedri imagine #pedri x reader #pedri #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham #joao felix x reader #joao felix imagine #joao felix #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias imagine #ruben dias #football imagine

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keeryhours · 2 days ago

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new year’s magic - eddie munson

Eddie Munson x female! reader

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Summary:

You and Eddie meet up at Steve’s annual New Year’s party

Warnings:

Drinking, kissing

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N:

Happy New Year to all of you!! I hope 2025 is the best yet! This is just a short little oneshot I wrote to celebrate. I hope you like it! And thank you again @punkrockmlchael for my banner ily!

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Steve Harrington’s New Year’s party was in full swing, living up to its reputation for another year. The music was loud, the alcohol was flowing, and it was nearing midnight.

You stood awkwardly to the side, a mixed drink in a red solo cup clutched tightly in your hand. This wasn’t really your scene, but Steve insisted on your presence. You had rolled your eyes when he first brought it up, but as you always did when it came to Steve, you eventually gave in.

Now he had effectively abandoned you, which you couldn’t really blame him for because it was his party after all. But you weren’t close with these people, you didn’t know how to talk to them. You were debating heading out early, before the countdown even happened - because who was going to kiss you at midnight? No one yet again, that’s who.

You were brought out of your thoughts by a hand on your lower back. You jumped, some of your drink splashing over the rim of your cup and onto your dress. “Shit!”

“Jesus, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

You looked up and immediately softened when you saw those brown doe eyes looking back down at you, wild curls framing his smiling face.

“It’s okay, it’s not that bad,” you said, face flushing red as you reached for some paper towels on the kitchen counter.

“Here, let me help you,” Eddie said, quickly taking the paper towels from your hands and dabbing at your dress with them. Thankfully not much had spilled - your outfit certainly wasn’t ruined. You stood there as Eddie wiped at the fabric over your boobs for an awkwardly long time. Once he was satisfied, he shoved the wet towels into the trash can. “Good as new!”

You looked down at your little black dress - you couldn’t tell anything had been spilled on it at all. You smiled back up at Eddie. “Thanks. My hero.”

Eddie chuckled, a hand on the back of his neck. “I don’t know if I can qualify as your hero when I was the one who scared you in the first place.”

“Oh, no,” you said, not wanting your friend to feel bad. “I just wasn’t expecting anyone to come talk to me.”

Eddie looked around at the crowd. “Not exactly your scene, eh?”

“Definitely not,” you admitted, taking a sip of your drink. “I didn’t think it was yours, either.”

Eddie shrugged, giving you a sheepish grin. “It’s not. But Harrington wouldn’t leave me alone about it, and I figured, could be fun?”

“Are you having fun?” You asked, eyebrows raised at him over the rim of your cup.

“I am now that I’m talking to you,” he smiled. Your cheeks heated even more, looking away from him and into the contents of your drink.

“I’m not exactly the most fun person at this party,” you mumbled. Honestly, you still weren’t even sure how you and Steve Harrington had become friends in the first place. He never even noticed you all through high school, but when you started working at Family Video with him and your best friend Robin (who insisted he was a changed man and wasn’t King Steve anymore), you just hit it off. You had been close friends ever since.

You met Eddie when your close friend insisted you meet her new boyfriend, Gareth, and his D&D buddies. You were shy and dreaded meeting new people, but you were also into fantasy and games, so you agreed.

Eddie became one of your best friends immediately. He invited you into Hellfire - something that was sacred and rare, as your friend and Gareth filled you in - and you became a regular in their campaigns. Eddie was even in the process of helping you come up with your own campaign to DM for the club, which again, was sacred and rare and shocked the rest of the group to their core.

But Eddie had a soft spot for you.

Maybe there was something else there, too.

You had had a crush on Eddie since you first met him. How could you not? He was just cool, liked fantasy, liked D&D, loved metal music and could play guitar (which was so, so hot). He even played guitar for you a few times, which had your heart melting.

Just like it was now with him standing so close to you.

“It’s time for the countdown!” Steve called loudly from wherever he was, and the whole party cheered. Everyone shuffled into the living room where the large TV was on. You and Eddie stayed back in the corner, away from most of the chaos.

The Times Square ball filled the screen. As it began its descent, the whole party cheered along with the countdown.

“10! 9!”

Eddie shuffled a little closer to you, but you were sure it was just because of the crowd.

“8! 7!”

You took the last sip of your drink, sitting it on the table to the side of you. You’d clean it up later.

“6! 5!”

You felt Eddie place a hand on your hip. It sent an electrical current through your body, making you shiver. His calloused fingertips were pressed against the bare skin peeking through your sheer dress. He smelled like beer and cheap cologne. It was nice.

“4! 3!”

Eddie turned you to face him with his hands on your hips. You looked up at him wide eyed. Your body was humming with excitement and nerves as you looked into his eyes, searching for what he was planning behind that smirk.

“2!”

He pulled your body flush against his. You gasped.

“1! Happy New Year!”

Eddie leaned down and pressed his lips against yours as cheers and noise makers went off around the room. You think your heart might have stopped for a moment. His lips captured yours with a confidence you didn’t fully expect from him. You wrapped your arms around his neck as your knees went weak and you shared the tender yet heated kiss. You tangled your fingers in the hair at the base of his neck as he pressed his body impossibly closer to yours. His tongue slipped into your mouth and you happily let him in.

“Get a room, you two!” Steve yelled jokingly, laughing from across the room. “But also, about time!”

Eddie pulled away and you knew you were red as a tomato with how hard you were blushing. Eddie pushed a strand of hair behind your ear as he grinned down at you. “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that.”

“Me too,” you admitted, which made Eddie chuckle.

“You know, they say that whatever you’re doing when the clock strikes midnight, that’s what you’ll be doing all year.”

You raised your eyebrows. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He leaned in, placing a kiss to your cheek before his lips reached your ear. “Be my girlfriend, maybe? So we can do this all year?”

You giggled, the biggest smile covering your whole face. “I would love that.”

Steve erupted into cheers and claps again, waving his noisemaker in the air. “That’s what I love to see! Magic always happens at the Harrington New Year’s party!”

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bitsandbobsfromrandomfandoms · 1 day ago

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Harry and Ginny's relationship always seemed very shallow to me. It just didn't seem like they had enough substance between them to end up married.

I even think that Harry had more in his interactions with Luna than with Ginny. Such as how he invited her to Slughorn's party, regretted it and then turned around and had a great time with her. I personally loved how she recognized him even when he was polyjuiced in DH by his facial expression 🤣

The point is, even before I saw the very real possibility of Harry/Draco, I didn't buy Harry/Ginny as a couple and it took me a long time to figure out why.

In fiction, there is this trope called the "cool girl" and it is often contrasted with a "needy, hypersensitive, ultra-feminine uncool girl". There is an excellent deconstruction of this trope here.

In OotP, Cho, from her perspective, had every reason to be traumatized and emotional but this was off-putting to Harry. Ginny was literally written to be the opposite of Cho, she's the "cool girl" to Cho's "uncool girl". In DH, Harry even says he likes that she's rarely weepy and he thinks having 6 brothers toughened her up.

People like Ginny from the books but when you stop to think about it, she comes off more as a one-dimensional caricature than a character. She's basically the cool girl trope to a T and she and Harry don't talk about any of the heavy emotional things. All of that stuff just remains unsaid between them and honestly, that is not something to want in a marriage.

When you have been through some bad shit in your life and you're in a committed relationship, you'll be awfully surprised how much effort you have to go to, to talk about that stuff because all the bad things you bury rears its ugly head and affects the relationship.

What I don't get, is that there was so much time to rectify this. It's like Harry didn't really start to notice Ginny existed until the 6th book even though he's been spending the summer with her family almost every year and she's in same house as him. We don't know anything about her, we get "she's pretty, great at quidditch, they're dating and Harry's happy" 🙄

They dated for about 3 months when Harry was 16! And he broke up with her to go Horcrux-hunting. You really expect me to believe they ended up married? And not to put a finer point on it, but even when this sort of thing happens in real life, it's rare! This is dumb. It's giving that stunted view of love that people have when they're teenagers where you meet someone at 16 and you stay with them forever.

At best Harry/Ginny seems like a dead-end kind of love where there is no possibility for change or growth and at worse, they might not be good for each other at all. This could have been avoided altogether if she was developed as a character.

I keep thinking about the fact that hinny is kind of the opposite of drarry in the sense that Harry really shouldn't know that much about Draco but he does, while he should know a lot about Ginny but he doesn't.

Harry and Draco aren't friends and aren't even in the same House but Harry is so attuned to him that he remembers items Draco looked at in a shop more than 4 years previously, knows every detail of his appearance down to the exact shade of his eyes and skin, and can recognize him instantly just by the sound of his footsteps or a glimpse of him from far away. He also knows a lot about Draco's interests and beliefs and can usually tell his exact mood just by a look at his face.

Conversely, Harry and Ginny are in the same House and Harry has also spent every summer since second year living with her, plus holidays during 5th and 6th year. They also start dating in the end of sixth year. Despite this fact Harry has never even been in her room till 7th year and when he goes in, he shows no sign of recognition at the posters he sees there. You'd think, for example, that he would already know that she likes the Harpies and the Weird Sisters and thus think about how of course she has that in her room, or something. Who are her friends? Who knows? Certainly not Harry! What kind of wand does she have? Harry doesn't know. (Even though he does know both of these things about Draco). What does she want to do after graduating? How did she handle the trauma of what happened with Riddle in book 2? Does she have any insights from that that could be helpful? No idea. Harry's doesn't care and isn't interested in finding out.

Honestly, when he thinks of her it's mostly about her physical features. And even then, her eye color only gets mentioned once - in book 7, and we still don't get the specific shade. I'll buy that he feels lust for her. But love? Honestly I find myself once again thinking about the parallels between hinny and ron/lavender.

Consider:

Versus:

Kinda sounds like both the relationships being described are light on the talking side of things...

Also guess what the first thing Harry does after kissing Ginny, the alleged love of his life is? If you guessed "looks lovingly into her eyes" or "says something to her" you'd be wrong. Here's what goes down:

That's right guys, gals and nonbinary pals. He looks right over the top of Ginny's head (and isn't that a metaphor for their relationship right there - he's literally overlooking her to think about other stuff) to check in with Ron. His actual priority - the person whose opinion and regard he actually cares about.

#harry potter #canon drarry

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lost-in-fandoms · 2 days ago

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Winter Warmers Day 8: Holiday baking. Maxiel. About 1.1k words.

When Max asks Daniel if he wants to go with him to walk his mother's dogs, Daniel refuses. He is curled up in an armchair, a blanket in his lap, chatting with Victoria, and he's way too comfortable and warm to think about going out in the cold.

It's not snowing, not really, but the ground is frozen, and there's a humid chill in the air that digs its cold fingers into Daniel's bones as soon as he dares stepping foot outside.

Max just shrugs, not pushing for it, bends down to kiss Daniel and goes to put on his shoes. Daniel does his very best to ignore Victoria's teasing smile and his own pink cheeks.

It's not that Max is not affectionate, or that he doesn't love kissing Daniel at any given opportunity, it's just that usually they can't do it in public. Even if Max wasn't such a private person, they wouldn't want to deal with the shit storm it would cause to be papped kissing, and even when they are in friends' company they keep it very PG, brushing hands and bumping hips.

But it's clear that Max feels safe here, comfortable and happy in a way Daniel rarely sees him outside of their own home, so he apparently has no problem with PDA in front of his mother.

Daniel loves it for him, really, he would love Max to always be this open, but he also wants to disappear under the blanket when both women look at him with matching grins and he has to try really hard to pretend nothing has just happened.

He slightly regrets not accepting Max's invite when a few minutes later Sophie gets up, looking at the clock on the wall.

"I will go make cookies, for when the boys wake up," she says, her accent curling around the words. Then she points at Daniel, "you will come help me?"

And what can Daniel do, if not get up too?

He doesn't want to offend her, or to get on her bad side, if Sophie even has a bad side, especially not when it's the first time they spend Christmas together, so he follows her to the kitchen, dutifully washing his hands.

"I am not much of a baker," he warns her, accepting the light blue apron she hands him, hoping Max's walk will be long enough to allow him to take it off before he's back.

"Just sit, do what I say," Sophie says, shrugging in a very similar motion to her son, before starting to take out ingredients.

Daniel gets tasked with whisking the butter and sugar, as Sophie melts butter and chocolate on the stove. It's peaceful, despite it being an arm workout, and it reminds him a little of helping his own mom when he was little, sneaking bites of whatever she was cooking when she pretended to look the other way.

"He's a sweet boy."

Daniel jumps a little in surprise at Sophie's voice, turning his head to look at her, still fully focused on the chocolate.

"He is," he says carefully, not really knowing where she is going with it.

"Keep whisking," she reminds him, pointing him back to his task. "He loves you very much."

Daniel wonders if this is what Dutch shovel talk feels like. And also wonders why it wouldn't have come a couple years ago, when Max had told her about their relationship.

"I love him too," he replies, still confused but truthful.

Sophie leaves the chocolate to hand Daniel two eggs.

"Those go in," she tells him, grabbing a second bowl to start weighting the dry ingredients.

Daniel luckily doesn't get any shell in, gives himself a second to feel very proud about it, and then goes back to whisking.

"Do you want to marry him?"

Daniel chokes on his spit. He looks up sharply to find Sophie hiding a smile behind her hand, and to hear Victoria giggle in the other room, clearly listening in.

"I..we...yes? We haven't really talked about it," he stammers.

It's not lack of commitment. Daniel knows Max is it for him, he knows he wants to spend the rest of his life with him, but marriage? A wedding seems very complicated to plan, and very tiring to go through with, and he's pretty sure both their families would kill them if they eloped.

"You should," Sophie tells him, taking the now melted chocolate off the stove, drying the condensation at the bottom of the bowl with a tea towel.

"He is..." she pauses, methodically sifting the flour. "complicated. About marriage. He thinks he ruined mine."

Daniel nods, looking down at the light yellow contents of his own bowl.

"It is of course nonsense, Jos and I broke it ourselves, but he is very stubborn."

"He got that from you, mama," Victoria says, sliding into the kitchen and sitting down on one of the free chairs, apparently done with pretending she's not listening in.

Sophie smiles at her, unapologetic.

"He loved my wedding," Victoria adds, turning towards Daniel, "and he loves love. He's a romantic, deep down. But he worries."

"I don't need to marry him to never leave him," Daniel says, a bit defensive.

Both women smile at him, Victoria bright and knowing, like he just won something, and Sophie soft and sweet, reaching out to gently pat Daniel's hand.

"You should tell him that," Victoria tells him, making Daniel frown. He's pretty sure Max knows how much Daniel loves him, how much he wants their futures to be together.

"He worries," Sophie says, echoing Victoria's words. "He worries that marriage will ruin you, and that not being married will also do it."

"He's very stupid."

Daniel snorts at Victoria's words, and Sophie frowns at them both, shaking her head. Then she takes Daniel's bowl and starts slowly combining the ingredients.

"He is a very smart boy," she defends, folding the chocolate in, "but he can be very stupid."

Daniel laughs again, and this time Victoria joins him, leaning forward on the table, body folding with it just like Max's.

"I'll tell him," Daniel promises once he's serious again, feeling like he has just done something very right when Sophie just nods at him, offering him a ice cream scoop.

"Do the cookies, I will do the dishes," she tells him.

Victoria steals the bowl where the melted chocolate had been, earning herself another eye roll from Sophie, and Daniel dutifully starts scooping the batter into neat little rows on the baking sheet.

When Max comes home, cheeks red from the cold, Victoria is upstairs, waking the boys from their nap, the house smells like chocolate, and Daniel is waiting for him in the kitchen, ready to be teased about the apron he's still wearing.

#maxiel #my writing #winter warmers 2024 #it was supposed to go in a slightly different direction but then sophie took over so...yeah #the cookies are real btw brownie cookies are the best

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sxcret-garden · 20 hours ago

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CAN YOU PLS DO A MOST LIKELY TO BE INTO DRY HUMPING HEHE

ABSOFUCKINGLUTELY YES ANON I LOVE DRY HUMPING DJBDJJXJX

Most

Mingi

Yeosang

San

Seonghwa

Jongho

Yunho

Hongjoong

Wooyoung

Least

Mingi the dry humping enthusiast!! For him, Yeo and San the activity is definitely something that'll satisfy them on its own, like they'll be more than happy to have you rut against them fully clothed (or the other way around) and get the both of you to finish just like that. Something about sitting in each other's lap, the fabric of your clothes still separating you and just going from a heavy makeout session over to chasing your highs like that is just so insanely hot to them??? I feel like Mingi especially would go crazy from the sight of you on top of him alone, even more so if you're wearing something he thinks you look sexy in (this can range from lingerie to one of his shirts btw, he thinks you're sexy in practically anything). For Yeosang the whole intensity of it stems from the fact that you're fully clothed and didn't even get to the point of taking clothes off cause you needed him so bad. San feels a lil less intensely about it, but still enjoys it as a standalone way to have sex every now and then, preferrably paired with some soft making out and hands up in his hair or fingertips exploring the other's shapes.

As for Seonghwa, I think he usually doesn't find it all that enticing, unless he's subbing. Then oh boy does he get off of this so fast??? Maybe a bit similar to Yeosang, he just finds it so hot that you're pleasuring yourself on him right then and there, without even undressing him first? And I guess in part the fact that it's restricting him from being inside you is also smth he enjoys, just being denied what he really wants, in instead having to be pliant for you as you chase your own high on top of him and wanting to be a good boy for you.

Jongho and Yunho feel very similarly about this, though I think Jongho still enjoys it a tad more than Yunho - they're not indifferent to dry humping, but it's really not more than a nice part of foreplay for them. They need more than that to get off (except maybe on the rare occasion that they're subbing, like imagine either of them cumming in their pants and what it'd do to them mentally??? 🫣 anywayyy), but won't stop you from grinding on their bulges a few times while you're making out. UNLESS!!! We're talking sleepy morning dry humping, Yunho certainly won't say no to that, and Jongho is sold. Get ready for little morning voice whines, especially from the latter, tho Yunho won't be completely quiet either, as you're riding them out of sleepiness and into both your highs.

Both Hongjoong and Wooyoung strike me as guys who are not exactly fans of dry humping. Sure, they'll be up for it if you're into it, but it's not something they'd spend a lot of time on otherwise. Maybe you can get Hongjoong to enjoy it when he's really exhausted and as you're having a soft makeout session with him one thing leads to another, but that too will be a rare case (IF it happens though, he'll let you hear the prettiest breathy moans-). As for Wooyoung... maybe when he's completely drunk on you already he'll enjoy watching you grind against him for longer periods of time, but I just don't think he has the patience for this cjnxxnnx (so if you wanna dry hump him, you gotta make him be good for you 👀)

#thanks for sending this in jdhdjdhjxjxjx #i hope you enjoy my thoughts 👀#ateez smut #ateez hard thoughts #ateez mtl #ateez imagines #hongjoong smut #seonghwa smut #yunho smut #yeosang smut #san smut #mingi smut #wooyoung smut #jongho smut #smut

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hylemorph · 3 days ago

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Anna and Friedrich in Nosferatu (2024)

In a previous post I mentioned how important I think Friedrich is in the story as a representation of the patriarchal ideal, and how it/he crumbles when confronted by everything that has been suppressed in Ellen (manifested in the unavoidable, terrifying form of Orlok). I also think he is a mirror to Orlok in some ways: he says twice how he just cannot resist Anna, he subtly frames his desire for her as an unwilling "affliction." He also defiles Anna's body and his sacred marriage vows by engaging in necrophilia, because his appetite for her is so consuming - he can't resist her even when she's not even there anymore. Ellen's necrophilic act with Orlok represents her unification with the parts of herself that are suppressed/rejected by the men in her life, good and bad. It's dark and fucked up but metaphorically transformative, and consent is absolutely central. Friedrich's necrophilic act involves no consent, no Anna, and it lacks any metaphorical power. He didn't accomplish anything, he just succumbed to his own horror and amplified it.

Friedrich's unhealthy approach to his relationship with Anna consumes them both, and I think this theme is especially evident in the way Anna's pregnancy is discussed. Friedrich tells Thomas that they are expecting but doesn't want it mentioned in front of Anna or Ellen, probably because it wasn't supposed to be public yet. In victorian times people would rarely confirm a pregnancy before the woman was "showing" both because it was considered a private matter and because miscarriage was way more common. But Friedrich tells Thomas early anyways, because he is excited and proud, which is understandable but also selfish in this context. Furthermore, Anna says that "little Friedrich" is "very hungry, just like his father" and later on after Orlok has fed on her, she passes it off as feeling drained by the baby. Even though she seems happy and loves her family, she associates pregnancy with being drained.

This alienated way of understanding parenthood is also evident in the way Friedrich and Anna treat their girls (Louise and Clara I think?) They obviously both adore the girls, but they ignore their terror and assume the monster they see in their room is totally unrelated to all the other scary shit going on, because they're just silly little kids imagining things, right? One girl literally says "I can hear him breathing under my neck!" and they beg Anna not to leave them alone at night, but they are just hushed and told that they're totally safe. It's exactly the kind of dismissal Ellen has been getting her whole life, and so it's not surprising that the girls are haunted by Orlok before anyone else. It's not enough to adore little girls, they will never be safe until they are heard and believed.

Anna as a character apart from her role as wife and mother is a bit harder to parse out, but I think she is also a mirror for Ellen. Ellen's spiritual power is the catalyst for everything that happens, and von Franz says that "in heathen times you might have been a Priestess of Isis." Anna's spiritual inclination is less obvious, but it's there: she seriously listens to Ellen and believes that she is perceiving something real, she just assumes it must be God. Later when she lets Ellen stay with her for the night, she says "God is with us Lenny, I know it." On some level Anna is also in touch with that supernatural, suppressed feminine truth, and she seems to see through the patriarchal facade that Friedrich represents to some degree. But ultimately Anna wants to convince herself and Ellen that the night terrors were just caused by Thomas' absence, and that Ellen just needed her husband back and all would be well. When Thomas does return and Ellen has her faculties again, Anna is very eager to put it all behind them; 'no more talk of demons please, let's just focus on Christmas and being a happy family'. Anna's downfall is that she puts all her faith in the Christian patriarchal narrative even when she can clearly see that there's more going on. Her faith in the Christian God contrasts Ellen's "heathen" spirituality - both women have an innate spiritual sense, but one is more willing to make it fit into the values of their society. Ultimately Anna was consumed by the horror of their alienated position in society just like Ellen was, she just died with less agency.

#nosferatu #nosferatu 2024 #eggers #robert eggers #anna harding #emma corrin #friedrich harding #aaron taylor johnson #count orlok #orlok

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candiiee · 3 days ago

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ᴄʀᴜꜱʜ ✧.*

summary: Izuku as your hallyway crush!!

warnings: none!

an: this takes place in middle school

How on earth could someone be this cute??? Like look at him! With his fluffy green hair and pretty doe eyes and freckles, Izuku Midoriya was your hallway crush.

Though one thing you didn't understand was why was he shunned? You had heard he was quirkless, but still. He had the cutest face ever, how could they not like him?? You kept your crush to yourself though. No need to get bullied. But that didn't mean you couldn't woo and endlessly pin for him.

Izuku always had the weird sense he was being watched. That was really weird, right? Who would want to watch him? He knew there were some people who deserved to be watched, like Kachan! With his strong quirk, and good looks. Izuku had no quirk, and zero good looks. So there was no way anyone watched him. With these thoughts circulating, he opened his locker, and was surprised to see a piece of paper, with a little heart drawn onto it, and a simple message.

you're really pretty. <3

It made a brilliant blush spread onto his freckled cheeks, this was a prank, right? No way a girl or guy, or anyone, could think he was pretty! It was impossible! He frantically glanced around the almost empty hallway, waiting for Kachan and his friends to jump out of a closet, filming him.

When that didn't happen, still a little wary, Izuku put the note into his pocket, the blush starting to fade. Well, if it wasn't a prank, it didn't hurt to keep it, right?

You watched him frantically glance around the empty hall, probably wondering who had left the note. You stifled a little squeal, glad to be able to make him blush. Honestly, it just made him even prettier. This was a pretty bold move, coming from you, but you wanted to! He should know he was pretty! He just made you want to squish his face, and make him blush even more!

Maybe some chocolates would do the trick? People liked that, right? Maybe you could ask him? The idea made you flush, how could someone even casually ask that? "Hey, what's your favorite chocolate?" That really sounded stupid. You didn't want him to think you were stupid. That'd be mortifying.

You paused, maybe some simple chocolate kisses could work? You mulled it over, finally deciding to do just that.

How.. did chocolate kisses get into his locker? There was no way someone could slip them into the tiny slot at the top. Unless.. they had a quirk? Maybe a teleportation one, capable of transporting small objects? Perhaps one that could change the properties of an object, making it small enough to get it through the slot? The possibilities were endless!

He started to mutter, or maybe they were creepy and knew his locker code? He flushed, if they knew his code, that meant that they paid attention to him as he opened his locker, and memorized his code! If they did, that was a little creepy, but the thought that they paid extra attention, made him a little giddy. He shook his head, don't be stupid! There was no way someone paid that much attention.

He noticed the note, skimming over it. It made his face explode, his face heating up.

here's some chocolates kisses cutey! <3

ps. I wouldn't mind giving you some real ones! <33

He made a few squeaking sounds, wondering if what he was reading was real. This was a trick, right? No one on their right mind would want to..kiss him, right? The idea was impossible!

You watched him, feeling ever so pleased with yourself. That note might have been a bit much, considering how red he looked. You watched him for a few more seconds, as the flush slowly faded. Which was a shame, honestly.

You wondered how long it would take till he figured it out. From what you saw, he was incredibly smart. Another reason why you liked him. Very rarely was someone good looking and had the intelligence. Plus he never called attention to himself. Though for some reason the teachers were happy to give him the spotlight when he clearly didn’t want it.

Another note.

you know, it’s really cool how much you know about heroes. <3

Izuku read the words, wondering as usual, if this was supposed to be a prank. It was well known how much he liked pro heroes. But it was considered creepy how well he knew them. Villainous even. He knew their weaknesses, their strengths, everything. But his secret admirer, if he could even call them that, thought that everything he knew about heroes was cool.

So this mystery person, thought he was pretty, and liked how much he knew about heroes. If such a person existed, he’d like to meet them. And make sure that this wasn’t a prank.

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f1thememp3 · 2 days ago

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2024 f1c rec wrap up

just a little collection of some of my fave fics i've read this year. not all were published this year, but i read them in 2024 and this is my list. so. anywho. endlessly grateful for all the lovely talented writers on our corner of the internet <3

🏠 this is not a dream by @officialmood daniel ricciardo/max verstappen [45k words]

When he was awake, Daniel couldn’t summon the pain. He knew it had hurt, and badly, but awake he couldn’t feel it. But when he was asleep, he could.

🏆 the winner takes it all by worlds_okayest_goalie daniel ricciardo/max verstappen; fernando alonso/lance stroll [series]

In each team, drivers vie for the position of First Driver, clawing their way through the points. If you're not the First, you're the Second, beholden to whatever form of mentoring the First decides upon. If you're even unluckier, you're the Third and the team principal will deal with you. Idealistically, the system is meant to create more parity in driver training and form strong team connections. In reality, Firsts get the glory and power and what happens next is entirely in their hands.

🖤 island of doubt by @redpaint carlos sainz/lando norris [1.8k words]

Love is the hardest thing he’s ever done. Lando puts his heart in Carlos’s hands and just trusts him not to drop it. Carlos feels filthy, feels himself contaminating Lando with every day he doesn’t say something. He wants to shake Lando’s shoulders: can’t you see what I am?

🌿 did not finish by @nobrakesdown daniel ricciardo/max verstappen [20k words]

He can’t freak Max out, Daniel tells himself. Nothing’s wrong, he’s overreacting. He’s hormonal and fixating on the smallest things. Or, a treatise on getting what you didn't know you wanted, and what happens when you lose it.

🔗 i feel so much, i feel so numb by @f1-stuff charles leclerc/carlos sainz [22k words]

As long as he’s known what a soulmate is, he’s known his soulmate’s name. Carlos. Scrawled along the delicate skin of his right wrist.

💫 off the golden by @lilyrizzy daniel ricciardo/max verstappen [12k words]

Max knows he takes a lot. Daniel gives him what he wants, often without Max having to ask for it. Max wants to know what Daniel wants. What he would ask Max for if he trusted Max the same way Max trusts him.

🍝 questo è amore by @no-regrets-only-memories daniel ricciardo/max verstappen [14k words]

Daniel is happy. He lives in Italy, has made some decent friends, and owns the cafe of his dreams. It's a really great life, all things considered. So what if he doesn't have some blockbuster romance? [ENTER Max]

👨🏼‍🤝‍👨🏻 the being unknown by @pinesolprincess daniel ricciardo/max verstappen [24k words]

Exchanging is rare enough that sometimes it seems more myth than reality. And it is not always welcome. People are out of practice with it, uncomfortable with the unexplained and uninterested in something bigger than their understanding, something they cannot control. Daniel thinks it sounds like bullshit anyway.

💋 warm mouth (kind soul) by @wormeo-and-juliette fernando alonso/lance stroll; lance stroll/everyone [45k words]

Lance is the kind of guy who’s never wanted for anything in his life. Nothing material, at least. He’s been given a lot over the years and it means he’s good at giving in return. He knows how to see what people need before they ask for it. He knows how to give it to them in a way they’ll accept. (People don’t really like Lance but they like sex. Lance is going to Pavlov the shit out of them.)

🤝 perturbation theory by @ultrasofts charles leclerc/sebastian vettel + mark webber [19k words]

“Who is the first guy you ever slept with?” Sebastian sighs and screws his eyes shut, like he’s bracing himself for disaster but can’t see another way out. “It was Mark.” “Mark who?” Charles asks automatically, before his brain catches up. He blinks. “Mark Webber?” Sebastian nods, eyes still closed, still flushed, and Charles stares at him. “What the fuck?” he asks. “You hated each other.” * Charles learns about Sebastian’s past and thinks about his future.

🧶 holding me tonight by @the-ships-to-rule-them-all daniel ricciardo/max verstappen [10k words]

As soulmates, Max can feel Daniel's emotions. Nothing about the 2022 season changes yet everything does. or five times Max reaches out to Daniel and one time Daniel is the brave one.

💍 pull the car over (to find some rest) by @magicalrocketships daniel ricciardo/max verstappen [25k words]

Verstappens don't cry, and Max learned his lesson well. He'd barely even cried when his fucking husband left him a fucking note that said you're the best person I've ever met and I'll love you forever but this is killing me and didn't leave a fucking forwarding address. You can't fucking divorce someone who disappears off the face of the fucking planet.

#f1 rpf #maxiel #carlando #strollonso #charlos #formula 1 #f1

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keep-wonwooing · 6 hours ago

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Make time for you

synopsis ᝰ.ᐟ

⤷ ˗ˏˋ "busy? since when did I become busy when it comes to you?ˎˊ˗

pairing ᝰ.ᐟ

⤷ Idol boyfriend seokmin x fem reader

warnings ᝰ.ᐟ

⤷ none ( i guess? )

It was a sunny day. I was just chillin’ at the couch, scrolling through my phone. I saw a lot of updates about seventeen. I was really happy that they're doing great, especially my boyfriend Seokmin.

He and I aren't together always since he has a busy schedule and I don't want to interfere with it, so we just chatted or called often. It's not like he's not going home every night; it's just that we don't have time for each other since I also have a job as a cashier at a café near our shared apartment.

While scrolling, I suddenly heard a knock at the door. Quickly standing up, I opened it to see Dokyeom smiling widely, hiding something behind his back.

"Baby? What are you doing here? Don't you have practice today?" I asked him.

"Well, our choreographer told us to take the day off since he's not available," he answered, then stole a quick kiss on my cheek. I let him inside, and he continued smiling sheepishly while looking at me.

"Dokyeom," I called, giving him a what's happening look.

He giggled and showed me a bouquet of my favorite flowers. I was shocked by what he was holding, and I felt tears forming in the corners of my eyes.

"What's wrong, baby? You don't like it? It's okay; I'll just buy you another one."

He immediately came beside me, pulling me into his chest and gently caressing my hair.

"Oh gosh, what did I do to deserve this kind of man in my life?" I whispered. "N-no… I was just touched because it's been a while, and I-I missed you so much…" I pouted.

"I know, I'm sorry, baby. I missed you so much too," he replied, kissing my forehead.

"We haven't been able to talk to each other in person because we're both tired every night. And when it's our day off, I don't want to be a distraction or an annoying girlfriend since you're busy doing something on your laptop," I explained, still sobbing.

"Baby, what are you saying? You, a distraction? I'd rather have you distract me than do that boring work. And since when did I become busy when it comes to you?" he said, gently holding my face. "The reason I wasn’t talking to you is that I thought you wanted space for yourself. And when you weren't talking to me, I thought you were mad at me." He made me look at him as I pouted.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, burying my face in his chest as I sobbed for another five minutes before finally calming down.

"The flowers? I love them. You know they're my favorite, so thank you," I told him, hugging him tightly.

"Really? You're welcome, baby. I want to make it up to you today. How about we go on a date? There's a new burger place a few streets away," he said with a smile.

Dokyeom and I love eating burgers (and pizza). Since we rarely go to fancy restaurants, we usually eat at small places nearby.

"Hmm, we should! I'll just change quickly, then we can leave." I smiled at him and gave him a quick peck on the cheek before heading upstairs to our shared room.

After a few minutes of picking an outfit, I finally found one. I quickly changed into it and went downstairs.

"Is this okay?" I asked DK, referring to the simple sunny dress I was wearing.

"Woah, you're so gorgeous," he exclaimed, making me blush and giggle.

"Thank you, baby. Shall we go?" I replied, wrapping my arm around his.

"Let's gooo!" he cheered, taking my hand as we both headed outside.

We arrived at the new burger place Seokmin was talking about. I’d seen it on TikTok, and people said the food here was great.

Seokmin opened the door for me, and we walked inside together. Girls kept glancing in our direction, especially at my handsome boyfriend, DK.

I couldn’t help but smile proudly, feeling so lucky to have him by my side.

"Baby? You okay?" he asked, making my cheeks burn.

"H-huh? Yes, I am. Why?" I replied, smiling sheepishly.

He chuckled and said, "I’m asking you what you want to order."

Feeling embarrassed, I hid my face against his shoulder before looking at the menu in front of us.

"I’ll just get the chicken one," I told him. He laughed at me before turning to the cashier to place our order.

He let me find a table to sit at while he paid. Seokmin never wants me to pay for our food. Even when I insist, he always says, 'A girl should never pay for a man unless it’s an emergency.' I laughed, remembering him saying that.

"They said they’ll bring our food to the table," he said, sitting beside me and wrapping his hand around mine.

"Let’s take a picture!" he suggested, pulling out his phone. We both smiled for the camera.

The fans know about our relationship. At first, I was scared I’d ruin his image, but thankfully, his fans are really supportive and happy for us.

"Excuse me…" A group of girls approached our table, looking nervous. "We’re sorry to interrupt your date, b-but is it okay if we could have an autograph?" one of the girls asked, her hands shaking as she held out a paper and pen.

Seokmin looked at me first, and I gave him a warm smile before he nodded and agreed. He signed autographs for each of them.

While he was writing, another girl spoke up. "Unnie, you’re so pretty! No wonder Dokyeom oppa is so in love with you."

I laughed. "Gosh, thank you so much! Have you guys eaten yet?" I asked.

"We haven’t, unnie. We rushed over to ask for an autograph so we wouldn’t interrupt you while you’re eating," another girl replied.

Seokmin finished signing and handed the autographs to them. They thanked us before leaving.

"Carats are so cute," I said, giggling.

"They are," he agreed, and we continued chatting while waiting for our food.

A few minutes later, our order finally arrived, and the both of us started eating the burgers we had ordered.

"Is it delicious?" he asked, watching me take a bite.

"Mm-hmm! Yeah!" I answered, smiling with food still in my mouth.

Satisfied with my answer, he began eating his food as well, and we enjoyed our meal in comfortable silence.

"I’ve seen people eating here, and they weren’t wrong when they said the food is delicious," I said, looking at him. I caught him already looking at me.

"Really? I’m glad I brought you to this place, then," he smiled, patting my head. "I love you," he whispered.

"Hmm? I love you too, baby." I giggled and leaned against his shoulder as we continued to eat.

How I missed going on dates with him! I wished we could be like this every day, but I knew we had responsibilities in our lives.

I really love this guy. I’d be willing to risk everything just to make him happy.

#seventeen fluff #seokmin x reader #lee seokmin #svt dk #dokyeom #seventeen au #seventeen #fluff #lee dokyeom #seventeen x y/n #y/n #dokyeom x reader #dokyeom x you #dokyeom fic #fanfic #seventeen carat #carat #seventeen fanfic

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twodogs-twocats · 22 hours ago

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hiiii, how are you? i hope you’re well and enjoying the holidays!! i’ve never made a request for anyone before, but i really love your writing and i read your headcanons for sleep token as roommates literally everyday. I think i have them memorized by now hdiwbsks. If you could write more about that (anything you want really - any specific scenario(s) you have in mind, or more headcanons on the theme, nsfw or not, for just one member or all) whenever you have the time, i would love to read it! ☺️❤️

Hiii!! Thank you so much for the lovely request! I'm so happy to hear you like those headcannons - they were also my obsessions for a while and I needed to get them out of my brain. This is your first request made, and my first request ever received! Thank you for giving me the inspiration to write something after a long (and necessary) break. I have a couple ideas floating around my noggin continuing with the theme of "Sleep Token as Roommates" and here is the first. I hope you like it 🖤

Making the First Move (headcannons)

Part of my Sleep Token as Roommates headcannons. There is obvious will-they won't-they tension between you and each of your roommates. This is how I imagine the line would finally be crossed with each of them.

Vessel: Vessel would be the most in his head about making a move, as he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable if you don't feel the same. Therefore, it would only happen when inhibitions were a bit low, and romantic tension high. One night, you both are home alone (a rare occurrence). You've each had a few glasses of wine, the sun is low in the sky, and you are sitting comfortably in a chair listening to Vessel play the piano. He floats through various tunes gracefully, everything from Grieg to Chopin to a piano rendition of Hey Jude, and you find yourself closing your eyes to settle deeper into the sound. Eventually he stops and pats a spot on the bench. I want to teach you a duet, he says. You settle in next to him, the warmth of his thigh next to yours causes your belly to flutter. He instructs you through a simple duet, a tune you are unfamiliar with. His instructions are clear, his voice so soft it is nearly a whisper. You do your best to follow along, both of you laughing at the occasional discordant note. The motion of his long fingers dancing across the keys pulls you into a trance until you play a wrong note, causing your fingers to brush against his. Instead of pulling away, his fingers linger, interlacing with your own. Your eyes meet, the answer to his question apparently clear in your gaze, as he brushes a lock of your hair behind your ear and leans closer.

II: As II is the most openly jealous of your roommates, he will make his first move after you invite a guy over. The guy is simply not your type, and his visit to your home ends without so much as even a kiss. You know you will never see him again, and you trudge to the kitchen cursing internally about your string of bad dates. II, however, does not realize this, and when you catch him leaning against the counter he is visibly fuming but trying so so hard to control his feelings so as not to hurt you. He can barely meet your eyes, and you don't have to ask to know what he is upset about. You sigh, and tell II that your date was yet another flop. At this moment, you see his expression flash from despair to hope. Let me take you out. He smiles brightly, his arms braced against the kitchen counter behind him, eyes full of conviction. You stutter, unsure if he meant what you thought he meant. Was he really asking you out on a date? I'm sorry, he continues, approaching you. The fire in his eyes softens a bit. It's just that I can tell you didn't like that guy, and I can't stand to watch you suffer another bad date. None of them know how to treat you. He places his hands on your waist and your belly burns with anticipation. II normally showed so much restraint, so his hands actually on you turns your thoughts into mush. Can I make it up to you? he asks, pulling you close to him. Finally, an offer you are excited to accept.

III: Once again, you fall asleep in III's bed after watching a scary movie. This film was particularly horrid, the images still flashing across your mind even as you snuggle into III's sheets. He pulls you close, his arms warm and strong around you, but he can tell you are distracted even as he tries to comfort you with dumb jokes and silly stories. Still thinking about the movie, huh? You admit that it terrified you, and that you're having a hard time relaxing. Hmmm. I might need to distract you a bit then. Now you feel III's breath closer to your skin. The room is dark and you can't make out what he's doing until you feel lips pressed softly against your forehead. Next, they land on your cheek, the kiss warm but feather light. A tingle of pleasure travels up your spine, goosebumps prickling your skin. III kisses your nose next, and you can feel him hovering hesitantly mere centimeters away from your own lips. You close the distance, the kiss so long anticipated wiping any thought of the movie from your mind.

IV: Ivy is a visual man, and he cannot help the way he feels when he sees you come out of your room wearing a slinky new dress, black and sparkly. While the others whistle and tease you, openly hyping you up, IV is silent, eyeing you up and down possessively. You blush and shoo them all away, but IV remains, watching you put on your shoes as you try to make conversation with him. He gives you one-word answers only, his voice strained. You are hyper-aware of his eyes on your every move. You are about to head out the door to meet your friends when IV grabs your wrist, his grip gentle but firm. God I don't know what's gotten into me. You just look so. damn. good in that dress. I almost don't want anyone else to see you. He lets go of your wrist, shaking his head. I'm sorry - but you cut off his apology with a smirk. When IV sees that he has not scared you off, he meets your smile with an equally flirtatious one, leaning close. Have fun tonight. But the next time I see that dress it will be on my bedroom floor.

#sleep token #sleep token fanfiction #vessel #writing #fanfiction #iii #sleep token iii #sleep token headcannons #ii #sleep token ii #sleep token iv

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im-so-normal-iswear · 2 days ago

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Okay, and thanks in advance if you write, I just liked the way you wrote it, that I wanted a continuation 👉👈

Yan!sonic and sloth!reader have a romantic (and mutually codependent) relationship, their friends (from Sonic's side) are happy for them, but they also notice that they spend an anxious amount of time with each other waiting for a couple, but seeing that reader and Sonic are happy with everything, friends have to accept all this, except for reader's only remaining friend, who somehow finds reader without Sonic, and tries to tell them that what is happening between the two is not normal, but reader does not care about this, they are not stupid, they know what is happening, and they even like what is happening, then Sonic finds them, and reader goes home, they do not ask where their friend went, and where Sonic was ... reader doesn't care

A/n: first continuation I've done on this blog, so I hope it's not like, contradicting first one.

Yandere!Sonic x Sloth!Reader

Your relationship with Sonic has become something of an anomaly, even to his closest friends. The way the two of you cling to each other, spending nearly every waking moment together, would raise eyebrows if it were anyone else. But for you and Sonic, it just works. He thrives off your dependency, and you find comfort in the way he takes control of everything, leaving you free to simply exist at your own pace.

Sonic’s friends, Tails, Knuckles, Amy, and the others, are happy for him in their own way.

They’ve noticed the sparkle in his eye when he talks about you, the softer way he moves around you, as if you’re something delicate and precious. It’s a side of Sonic they’ve never seen before, and for the most part, they chalk it up to love.

But even they can’t ignore how... intense it all seems.

Tails worries about how much time Sonic spends with you. He’s used to Sonic zipping around the world, barely able to sit still, but now Sonic’s entire schedule revolves around you. Tails once voiced his concern gently, only for Sonic to brush it off with a laugh.

Amy is over the moon that Sonic finally has someone, even if it isn’t her. She’s a hopeless romantic, so she chooses to see your relationship in the best light. "They’re just really close! Nothing wrong with that," she tells herself, though even she can’t ignore the way Sonic bristles whenever anyone suggests spending time with you alone.

Knuckles is the most suspicious. "Doesn’t it seem a little... off?" he mutters to Amy one day. But when Amy scolds him for being cynical, he drops it. After all, you don’t seem to be complaining, and Sonic looks genuinely happy.

Despite their reservations, none of them interfere. As long as you and Sonic are happy, who are they to judge?

Your own life, however, isn’t as free of judgment. You only have one friend left from your life before Sonic. A tenacious person who somehow manages to find you during one of the rare moments you’re without him.

You were at the park, sitting on a bench, when your friend approached you. They looked agitated, their words coming out in a rush.

"Y/n, I need to talk to you about Sonic," they said, glancing around nervously as if expecting him to appear out of nowhere.

You blinked at them slowly, taking a moment to process their words. "What about Sonic?" you asked, your voice calm, unbothered.

"This... this thing between you two,it’s not normal," they said. "He’s with you all the time, he’s isolating you, controlling you- don’t you see it?"

You tilted your head, their words sinking in but not quite hitting the way they expected. "I know," you said simply.

They froze. "You know?"

You gave them a small smile. "I’m not stupid. I know what’s happening. And I like it."

Your friend’s mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, struggling to find a response. "You like it?" they finally managed. "But this isn’t healthy. Relationships aren’t supposed to be like this!"

You shrugged. "I’m happy. Sonic knows what’s best for me. I trust him."

Before they could argue further, a familiar gust of wind blew past, and there he was, Sonic, standing with his arms crossed, his eyes sharp and locked onto your friend.

"Everything okay here?" He asked, his tone casual but his posture rigid.

Your friend paled, taking a step back. They looked at you one last time, desperation in their eyes, but you simply stood up and walked over to Sonic without a second thought.

"Let’s go home," you said softly, leaning into his side.

Sonic’s arm immediately wrapped around you, his eyes narrowing as he pulled you close. "Sure thing," he said, shooting a final glare at your friend before leading you away.

You didn’t ask where your friend went. You didn’t ask why Sonic had shown up when he did, or what might have happened while you weren’t looking.

You didn’t care.

As far as you were concerned, your friend was wrong. Your relationship with Sonic might not be normal, but it didn’t need to be. You trusted him, and he made you feel safe in a way no one else ever had.

Whatever Sonic did to keep you close, you didn’t need to know. All that mattered was that he was there, protecting you, guiding you, and making sure you never had to worry about a thing.

And Sonic? He couldn’t be happier. You were his, completely and utterly, and nothing, and no one, could ever change that.

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mulders-too-large-shirt · 4 months ago

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s4 episode 5 thoughts

i’m back. i’m back and i’m intrigued. because i'm reading the episode description, and if we get more mulder ex lore here, which the episode description makes it sound like we will, i am… not sure how i will feel on the subject. the term “reincarnation” makes it sound like whoever it was… died. did an ex of his die? and that is a lot of mulder marked by pain and suffering. and maybe i’m getting ahead of myself. but the writers KNOW we want our agents to smooch, so focusing on an ex might make me, the viewer, feel weird. i just need to get all these thoughts out in writing before we begin.

how is he gonna tell if someone is a reincarnated lover? or am i misunderstanding this entirely.

only one way to find out

author’s note: oh my gosh…… nothing could have prepared me for this. at all. here i was thinking it was ex lore time, but it was past life time, and there are TEARS in my eyes.

(serious author's note: i ask for some grace in this episode recap. there may be some things i word poorly. i am familiar with the terminology used to describe DID, and did my best, but acknowledge that i may have come up short. please understand that this is intended to capture my live reactions to what i was seeing for the very first time. at times here, there are no reactions, just a sort of a nebulous recapping of what i saw because i was feeling So Many Things. so this one might be messy, and i hope that is okay. i don't understand what i am feeling, but i am feeling a Lot of it, and humbly ask for your patience in my clumsy wording as well as some helpful discussion on what just went down)

let us begin, i type as i sniff up some tears

we open with mulder in a field… is he reciting poetry? and looking very sad.

wait, is he not actually reciting poetry and he just talks like that? while holding two pictures of old timey people. i’d guess civil war era.

okay. so now we jump right to the intro. that was quick. i’m still processing what we just saw because we were really dropped into that one with no context whatsoever.

federal agents break into a temple in tennessee. they’re looking for illegal firearms! and a guy named ephesian.

but mulder sees a window… and he is staring at it… walking out the door as if led by some sort of spiritual quest while scully yells his name and wonders wtf he’s doing. he is not responding to her at all, but she’s chasing after him because she is a good friend.

so he’s hearing things while scully is pulling her gun out, and it does appear that he found a trapdoor!

he busts in, and slaps some poison out of the hand of a woman who was taking sips, and then grabs the dude who i assume is the cult leader. whew… that was close

now they’re at some sort of meeting, listening to tapes, and skinner is here!!! hiiii skinner. everybody say hi skinner!

so, someone on the tape seems to be whistleblowing on this cult- the seven stars or something- saying that the leader is hurting children and stockpiling weapons. mulder looks incredibly pensive during all of this.

oh! someone refers to mulder as “our man spooky”, which is kind of hilarious, while complaining that the reports were weak. scully leans in and asks yeah, how did he know that? while the men are fighting.

and skinner yells KNOCK IT OFF!!!! because the folks at the compound were somehow able to hide all the evidence before they got there, and now they’re forced to hold ephesian and “his wives” on “BS charges”. so now the agents MUST find evidence of firearms and who the informant was NOW because they will try to get an arraignment fast.

woah. no pressure.

skinner comes over talk to mulder and scully- they must look into this ephesian fellow's claims of supernatural abilities. scully says he can use the book of revelations to manipulate his followers, but seems to suspect no real powers.

they to talk to this ephesian fellow, who says he knew for 9 centuries that scully was coming, and starts going on about the bible, quoting stuff. very scary behavior.

mulder comes in with the fact check. jesus said that at smyrna, not about some church in tennessee! (his knowledge…. it always impresses me)

this dude is being super creepy, telling them to put aside their investigation “for your own souls”, because soon all unfaithful shall “be destroyed by God’s mighty men”. so this is some pretty standard cult rhetoric here. if you've studied religions, you've heard this one many times. it seems that ephesian thinks he and his people shall be the ones doing this violence. a tight zoom in on mulder’s troubled face as he quotes more scripture.

they have 6 wives to question, and mulder says to start with one in particular. interesting… i wonder why that one. is it because she was the one they caught ephesian with in the hidden area... or something more?

her name is melissa, and she says she’s 25 as she smokes a cigarette and dodges their questions. she’s been at the compound and married to ephesian for a year.

mulder asks if it troubles her that ephesian has so many other wives, and she just recites scripture instead of answering. so scully comes in with the “i’d have a tough time if my husband had so many children with other women”. this seems to begin to get her to crack, as she tears up.

wait... it’s so wrong to hear scully call someone else, who isn't her sister, melissa :(

melissa she doesn’t have any children with ephesian yet... because he has to wait for God to tell him that the right soul is ready to be reincarnated, which is why his children are the most sacred members of the temple. naturally, of course /s

things get quiet when they ask if he had been hurting the children until melissa starts talking with a very different voice and set of mannerisms, and she no longer replies to the name melissa. so scully scrawls “multiple personality” in her loopy handwriting and passes it over to mulder. oh! is this sydney?

(at this point, i shall begin to refer to sydney with he/him pronouns, as this is what mulder does. normally i would stick to my journalistic integrity and keep reporting the things i wrote down incorrectly while watching the episode, but i'm trying to be very respectful- i hope you understand)

but mulder writes back to scully no, this is not a multiple personality case, it's a past life case! his handwriting is very blocky. to prove his point, he asks sydney who the current president is, and he responds that it is harry truman. ah. so, he's a few years off.

mulder claims that “somehow he just knew” sydney was melissa's past life, which doesn’t reveal a lot, but his eyes are very soulful and i want to hold his hand.

skinner says they need to find something to get this case moving forward, and mulder is like dude, we found sydney, the voice matched! i would agree with his judgement that this in fact a sizeable discovery.

mulder is saying that what they have seen matches the criteria of DID in the DSM4 (woah, need to look up when we switched to 5), but scully is saying that some people don’t even think it exists as a condition, and skinner thinks it could be a trap to buy more time for ephesian. so no one is in agreement here.

but mulder is going into his psychology expert mode and is making a very compelling case that this is an example of DID, particularly in the fact that sydney emerged when the topic of child abuse came up, which fulfilled the protector role. scully wants to know more before giving any sort of diagnosis, but she doesn't seem opposed to the hypothesis.

(skinner seems to fumble over which pronouns to use for each personality here)

skinner says to go ahead and take her back to the compound and see if it gets any results in prompting memories that could be useful to the investigation, but scully is mad at mulder! he didn’t even have the courage to tell skinner he thinks they're dealing with past lives here! mulder, who is usually so brave!!

he mumbles that skinner wouldn’t believe him. which is true.

woah, i don’t know how to interpret this line here, so i’ll just write it down for further analysis:

“i don’t believe that you feel responsible for those 50 lives. or melissa reidel. you are only responsible to yourself, mulder”

(is she saying he doesn’t care about those 50 people?? is she saying he has an ulterior motive? is she calling him a liar, and that he is using this case to gain support for his supernatural ideas?? is she calling him selfish? or is she trying to tell him that he can only be responsible for himself and control his own actions, that he cannot place the burden of saving everyone upon his shoulders? is she berating or reassuring him or both? does she think he isn't serious about the lives in danger?)

i can’t figure it out, but he gets up and leaves. (after watching the episode, i still can't figure it out- what did you think?)

so they take melissa back to the temple, and scully asks her to recall the painful memories so they can keep herself and others safe. it is very tense as she walks into a bedroom and sees many photos on the wall of ephesian and his wives. she knocks some of them over and starts crying.

scully still looks furious with mulder. it's as if she thinks his desire for supernatural entities to be proven comes ahead of his desire to save actual lives, and it's recalling her comparison to ahab during the conversation on the rock. she must feel that there is no time for this, that they need to get concrete answers right away or horrible things will happen; perhaps she thinks he isn't focused, is being fanciful. and i understand the pressure of a ticking clock, but after so long, this rift between them, it doesn't feel right.

oh my goodness, we see some horrific artwork on the wall by the kids at the temple. woah. shoutout to the set design team.

melissa is in the playroom sobbing, but asks why she is being called melissa. scully asks what she should call her, and that is how we meet lily. but lily isn’t there for very long before sydney comes back, saying to “leave the kid alone”. mulder says they can all be safe if they just are told where the guns are. then melissa seems to come back, and she goes back out the window where mulder was staring earlier!!! what does this window know?!?

and the score here is really pretty as she walks outside, scully following behind her. mulder is clearly unwell, though, and scully asks what is wrong, which he ignores and walks past her. typical him.

a new alter of melissa's seems to front, now with a southern accent, saying the guns are in a bunker. but… it’s the civil war she’s talking about. she was a nurse, looking for someone who was staying in tennessee. and she found that someone here, dead. then she was hidden in a bunker while the battle raged above her. it is very horrific, what she is describing.

she clarifies that she was there in november 1863, then turns to mulder and says “as were you”. he doesn’t seem shocked by this, but scully is, as this new southern belle proclaims “this is the field where i watched you die” OH!

(mulder, a confederate in a past life… this is deeply unfortunate)

mulder is trying to make a phone call to a hypnotist while they drive melissa back to the police station, but scully figures out he’s trying to do past life regression on her and says not to. and that her life is in shreds, and that is too much for her to handle. i hate to say it, but i agree with her. melissa has been through so much, and with such a tight deadline, i don't know if they have time for such a journey.

OH! mulder is angry. his voice is all growly as he yells “YOU WERE THERE, SCULLY! you saw it, you heard it, why can’t you feel it?” oh my gosh… the way he slammed his hand on the wheel... why can't she see it, it seems so obvious to him... how infuriating it must be...

scully asks why ephesian is a paranoid sociopath for claiming to be in greece years ago, but he isn’t for claiming to have died in that field……. damn…….

(idk what’s going on here between them exactly but i’m stressed. they are stressing me out)

(at this point, we begin a sequence in which i am so enraptured with what is going on, i have no reactions to all of the things i am seeing, and just recount them to you, with occasional interjections of "oh my god"- but i think if you've seen the episode, you get why it had this effect on me)

so they do get a therapist, who is talking to melissa. she begins to answer the therapist's questions about seeing anything upsetting at the compound, talking about a woman named elizabeth and her son scott, who came to live in the temple. and ephesian took the son away. but ephesian caught his mother visiting her son, and “the mighty men” beat her, which brings melissa to tears as she recounts this. and he hit the boy, calling him garbage, beating him.

scully looks very stressed in the background to hear all of this, but sydney is now fronting at this point, saying to leave melissa alone, and that the guns are in the bunkers… somewhere. where they are is a mystery, though.

scully leans down to mulder and says that maybe there is a map somewhere, but mulder says she knows where to find them. and at this she says “mulder…” in a very breathy fashion and i still can’t quite articulate what is going on between them…. but he’s going in.

he says it’s me, melissa, and asks her to go back to the field. “your eyes may have changed shade, but it cannot color the soul behind them”, she says. that they are only to meet in passing in this life. and she misses him. he just stared and stares, before his head falls into his hands

scully is trying to explain to him that this is a product of melissa's illness, and she can’t give any specifics- no names or locations, and they don’t have time to do this, because ephesian’s arraignment is in two hours.

“wouldn’t you, scully? wouldn’t anybody?” <- oh my god…. is he compelled by a terrible sense of duty or by his own curiosity? is she scared to watch him go down this path he cannot return from?

okay, so now he is going back into his past lives. this sequence is almost entirely a close up of his face, for minutes on end, which adds to the intensity. he's really panting as he remembers. “ghetto streets. shattered glass. bodies of the dead. a jewish woman. poland.” oh my god……

he says that he is samantha’s mother in this life; “in this life, she is my son”

his father is dead, and… HIS FATHER IS SCULLY? WHAT? i didn’t see that coming. she’s troubled by this, all of this, not just learning he believes her soul to have been his father before.

but he says that his father is waiting now for their souls to come back together, different, but always together, again and again, to learn.

and he is crying. he can’t go to his father. a gestapo man is there, and he is cancer man; “evil returns as evil, but love… souls mate eternal”. and his wife is melissa, who is taken away to the camps. and he’s crying, and scully is watching with great concern.

now, he’s rising above the field, near the bunker. and his sergeant is also dead, and “he is scully”, and we cut to her face of increasing sadness. sarah holds him, who is melissa. she is sarah kavanaugh, and he is sullivan biddle. she doesn’t know that he’s waiting for her, that they will live again.

scully tries to ask if he sees any bunkers, but he keeps saying his soul is tired, and he wants to rest.

and this is devastating. it was if i was the one undergoing the hypnosis here. i couldn't look away, i couldn't react, i was so entirely absorbed and confused and busy feeling things.

scully is consulting a map in the town records to try and find this bunker where the weapons are stored, and then she looks up the names he mentioned. sure enough, they are in the county records. then she reaches for some photos, where she finds one of sullivan and sarah.

a lot of things are being processed in her brain, so we might need to give her a minute. i think we can see some long-held systems of belief being challenged in her mind.

but she brings him back the photos of their past lives, even as she is telling him that ephesian is going to be released soon. why would she do this? to comfort him? to validate him without using words?

oh my god, mulder just called her “dana”. wait. hold on. oh my god, hold on.

“dana, if, um… early in the four years we’ve been working together… an event occurred that suggested or somebody told you that… we’d been friends together in other lifetimes- always- wouldn’t it have changed some of the ways we looked at one another?”

“even if i knew for certain, i wouldn’t change a day”

WAUGHHHHHHHH (ripping my clothes off in grief) WAOUGHHHHHH wouavhhhghhhh……… she wouldn’t change a day….

(and what event was it that he is referring to? is there a certain one...? am i forgetting something from early s1...? damn you, my obsessive note-taking impulses, for not kicking into gear until s2...)

“well… maybe that flukeman thing, i could have lived without that just fine” HDHJSNSME he smiles as she leaves….

(i had to google what that even was because i was like ??? but the flukeman was the season 2 sewer baby!!! for those of you who are going into this whole thing blind and also don't know what the fandom calls stuff! i think to me he was "baby sewer mermaid" or something along those lines... but now we know)

so now he and melissa are in the room together, trying to recall. she says she wants to believe (!!!), and he’s rubbing her hand, but ephesian comes in, saying it’s time to leave. so she rips the photo in half and leaves crying.

does he know he was supposed to love her? is he mourning that he hasn't? is he wondering if he has time to?

mulder gets up, and leans his head against the wall. scully comes in to say that they are still searching for more bunkers as the temple people return to their home. there is a deep sense of grief.

ephesian seems suspicious.

mulder is talking to skinner, saying that those in the temple believe that the FBI are the devil’s army, prophesied to be defeated by the armies of god. but ephesian must not really believe that, because he hid the weapons. mulder emphasizes that he may “deny himself”.

back at the compound, all the members are being called to worship. the music is getting scary, and guns are being pulled out.

scully looks up some bible verses and realizes that ephesian is calling his members to the end of times, which gives skinner the go ahead to launch a raid.

back at the compound, the poison is being distributed to the members of the temple. and a few are shooting at the agents outside, and mulder and scully pull up as the sipping of the poison begins inside.

NO! mulder puts his hands up and begins to walk into the compound!!!!! WHAT IS HE DOING!!! scully shouts out that he is dead. as we see inside there are piles and piles of bodies, including melissa.

but wait! is she still alive???? she’s getting up!!!

but no! ephesian is still there watching her. giving her poison to take. mulder is running in as fast as he can, trying to figure out what is going on. and he finds the room full of the bodies while gregorian chanting is in the background.

he finds melissa, with no pulse, holding onto the photo she had torn.

scully sees him touching her arm, raising his eyes and crying.

we end where we began, with him in the field, holding the pictures of his and melissa’s past lives.

end episode.

what…..

first thoughts: i don’t quite know what to make of this, but i can tell it is going to tear me apart for the rest of my life.

second and third thoughts are also variations of my first thought.

i feel so sad? to know that mulder has (or thinks he has) lived these horrific past lives, and that he is reunited with the same people over and over again, to learn and lose them. and that scully was there with all of them- but so was melissa, and he said that soulmates are eternal, so if that is true he lost his for this life. and he said he was so tired, so tired... how can he escape the eternal cycle of samsara?

and scully, watching all of this- what did she mean when she said that he wasn't responsible for anything but himself? was it an insult? was she begging him? what was she feeling when she heard him talk about her being there in his past? was she trying to hurt him in their conversation in the car? will they ever actually be able to see eye to eye? does she believe him? can she? how does hearing all of this shake her own faith?

can you have many soulmates that come with you again and again, just in different forms? so would his soulmates be scully, and his mother and father and sister, and this melissa figure? and what are the implications of losing a soulmate in this world? is that a life of feeling that something is missing, until death? do they shuffle roles, but come again and again? is that comforting or horrific? are we to believe him?

and that terrible, terrible ending, him finding the bodies... how are we supposed to interpret that? just more grief on top of already endless grief? or are we supposed to see the poetry moment as an answer to a question that provides relief, even if it is bittersweet?

why did he want to know so badly? was he driven by duty to save? duty to find the Truth? duty to protect his loved ones and seek cosmic answers? are these separate things, or are they all intertwined in him?

i'm... really going to have to think this one over. i would really appreciate hearing your thoughts, as well. i wish i had a solid interpretation. it was very serious and sad, and it was bittersweet but filled with grief. i once again echo my earlier request for fluff. but how do you go back to the way things were once he says she was with him in every life? how does scully rationalize that? what are they to each other?

i'm pondering. it feels like something has shifted. and you can't go back now, even if i can't pinpoint what it is that changed.

i want to go back to daydreaming about apple cider dates. but it feels like you can't, you know? huh.