Someday Your Child May Cry

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19. Family  

Mulder can’t seem to stay still as he and Scully stand on Maggie Scully’s front steps, waiting for her to answer the door. Scully reaches out and grabs his arm.

“Can you please stop fidgeting for thirty seconds, Mulder?” she sighs.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles.

“I’ve told you before, there’s no reason for you to be nervous. She’s not going to be mad.”

“She wasn’t exactly happy about the whole thing last September,” Mulder points out.

“She was more angry that I hadn’t told her that we were trying than anything else,” Scully says. “And she was devastated in January, when we lost….” She swallows. “When I got shot.” She squeezes Mulder’s shoulder comfortingly with one hand and reaches out to open the front door with the other. “She’s going to be happy for us, Mulder. Stop worrying.”

Inside, Maggie, who is retrieving a steaming lasagne from the oven, kisses both of them on the cheek and waves them in to the dining room, where the table is set for three. She carries the dish in and serves them, then sits at the head of the table.

“So,” she says, slathering butter onto a slice of fresh, crusty bread, “to what do I owe the pleasure of your company? Not that you need any excuse to come to dinner- either of you- but you sounded as though you and Fox had news for me, Dana.” Her eyes are twinkling; Scully has a sneaking suspicion that at least part of their announcement is going to be superfluous.

“Yes, we do,” she says, and takes a deep breath. “We wanted to tell you that our last round of in-vitro fertilization was a success.” Her face breaks into a wide smile; she can’t yet say the words without feeling a head-to-toe flush of joy. “We’re going to have a baby, Mom.” At the confirmation of her suspicions, Maggie Scully beams. Her eyes sparkle and she holds her fingers to her lips, composing herself.

“Oh, Honey,” she says. She stands and goes to her daughter, enveloping her in a warm embrace. “I’m so happy for you, Dana. I’ve been praying for you.” She turns and smiles at Mulder, then embraces him, as well. “For both of you.” She’s sniffling slightly as she returns to her seat. “So tell me everything. When are you due?”

“The end of December,” says Scully, and braces herself while her mother does the math in her head.

“But it’s June now,” says Maggie. “You’re already almost out of the first trimester, Dana! Surely you haven’t just found out?”

“No, Mom,” says Scully. “But after what happened in January… we wanted to wait, this time, before we told you. We didn’t want to get your hopes up.” Maggie’s clearly not thrilled about this, but she nods her understanding.

“Do you know what you’re having yet?” Scully shakes her head.

“I haven’t had an amnio or anything,” she says. “So we won’t know until the twenty-week ultrasound.” She smiles at Mulder. “But Mulder thinks it’s a girl.”

“Really?” asks Maggie, eyebrows raised. “What makes you think that, Fox?”

“I, uh….” Mulder ducks his head sheepishly. “I had a dream about her.” Maggie smiles indulgently.

“A dream?”

“Yeah.” He shrugs. “It felt… very real.”

“Well,” says Maggie, going back to her lasagne, “I suppose that if you turned out to be right, it wouldn’t be the strangest thing either of you have ever seen.”

“Probably not even the strangest thing this month,” says Mulder. He glances over at Scully, and in his gaze, she can easily read the question: Are you going to tell her the rest? Scully clears her throat, and Maggie looks up at her quizzically.

“There’s something else, Mom,” she says. “Mulder and I….” She blushes and looks down at her plate. “Well, we’ve been… um, that is-”

“Well, goodness, it’s about time,” says Maggie, and both Scully and Fox jerk their heads up to stare at her. She looks back at them innocently. “What? You’re going to tell me that the two of you are an item now, aren’t you?” Scully nods. “Dana, it’s not exactly a surprise. To be honest, I’ve been waiting to hear this for years.” Scully stares at her mother, mouth agape, and looks to Mulder, who is wearing a similar expression. Maggie chuckles, shaking her head. “Really, you two. You like to think you’re so secretive about everything, but it’s all over your faces whenever you look at each other.” The idea terrifies Scully. If her mother has guessed, who else knows? Does Skinner? “So, ” Maggie continues, “how does that change your plans, then? For after the baby comes?” Scully sighs inwardly. Right into it, then, she thinks. But to her surprise, it’s Mulder who speaks up first.

“Well,” he says, “the lease on my apartment is up at the end of October. And I was thinking….” He glances at Scully, who nods in encouragement. “That is, we were thinking that if things are still going well, it would make sense if I moved into Scully’s apartment.”

The silence that follows Mulder’s announcement is deafening. Maggie looks back and forth between the two of them, her lips pursed tightly.

“So, that’s a ‘no’ on seeing you married before the baby arrives, then?” she asks. Scully sighs, determinedly avoiding Mulder’s gaze.

“Mom, we’ve been together a grand total of two weeks now. Can we not rush into anything just yet, please?”

“Fine,” says Maggie. “I’ll let it go for now. But you should both think about it, you know.” Scully doesn’t answer, choosing instead to focus on her food. But when she looks at Mulder, he’s watching her with an unreadable expression on his face.

Mulder is quiet for most of the drive home, saying almost nothing until they’re only a few miles from her apartment.

“We could, you know,” he says suddenly, glancing over at her. “If you wanted to.” It takes Scully a moment to realize what he’s talking about.

“What, just because my mom wants us to?” She shakes her head. “I’m not nearly that old-fashioned, Mulder. Having a baby out of wedlock doesn’t bother me.” She peers at him curiously. “Does it bother you?”

“No, it doesn’t,” he says. “I just… I thought that if you were going to be upset by the things people say when they find out-” He stops speaking when he sees that Scully is trying valiantly to restrain her laughter. “What’s so funny?”

“You really think people are going to gossip about us less if we get married?” She shakes her head. “Mulder, I think that as far as our being a topic of water cooler conversation is concerned, that ship sailed years ago.” Mulder chuckles, conceding her point. She reaches out and squeezes her hand. “That doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate the offer, Mulder. Thank you.” He nods, and Scully can’t help but notice that he looks… is that disappointment on his face? “Mulder?”

“Hmmm?” He doesn’t take his eyes from the road.

“Did you….” She bites her lip. “Was that something you would want to do?” Now he does look at her, though the streetlights don’t provide enough illumination for her to see his expression. The silence stretches on, and Scully begins to regret having asked… when finally, he ducks his head slightly as he looks back at the road.

“Is that so hard to believe?” he asks her. She shakes her head.

“No,” she says softly. “It’s not.” She reaches across the center console and he, without taking his eyes from the road, reaches for her in turn, twining his fingers with hers.

“I’m not asking yet, Scully,” he says. “I agree with you about not rushing things… but I agree with your mom, too… that we should think about it.”

Scully gives his fingers a gentle squeeze. “Me too.”


Alone in his apartment, Mulder picks up the phone and dials, his heart thumping madly in his throat. The phone rings once, twice, three times, and he’s just starting to wonder how much trouble he would be in for breaking the news on an answering machine when, finally, the phone is picked up.

“Hello?” The voice on the other end is somewhat harried.

“Hey, Mom,” says Mulder, and there’s a pause.

“Fox,” says Teena. “Is everything all right? Has something happened?” He’s annoyed, for a moment, that she’s assuming he would only call if he’d been hurt… until he remembers that he’s not entirely certain when the last time he’d phoned his mother had been.

“No, everything’s fine, Mom,” he reassures her. “Great, in fact. I, uh… I just called because I had something I wanted to tell you.” Silence. “I wanted to let you know that… well… you’re gonna be a grandmother, Mom.” There’s a sharp intake of breath.

“What on earth are you talking about, Fox?”

“Scully’s having a baby.” Nothing. “In December. I’m going to be a father.”

“I didn’t realize that you and your partner were… involved,” says Teena, her voice flat.

“Yeah, well… we kind of keep it to ourselves.”

“You could have told me, at least.” Mulder sighs, trying unsuccessfully to suppress a stab of irritation. Since when does she even care?

“Yeah, well, I’m telling you now,” he says. “Listen, Mom, I just thought you’d want to know, okay?”

“Of course I want to know, Fox,” says Teena, her voice a little softer. “How is she feeling? Your partner?”

“She’s doing fine,” Mulder says. “She’s past the worst of the morning sickness. Her doctor says everything looks good.”

“And you?” Teena asks. “How are you feeling about this, Fox?” She pauses. “I know… this wasn’t always something you were interested in.” Mulder swallows at the memory of his mother’s face when he had broken the news about the end of his marriage, about Diana’s reasons for leaving.

“I’m great, Mom,” he says, and he means it. “I’m happier than I can remember being in a long, long time.”

“That’s good, Fox. I’m glad,” says Teena, and for once, she sounds sincere. “You’ll keep me updated, on how everything is going?”

“Yeah, sure,” Mulder says. “Maybe… you could come down here sometime? For Thanksgiving or something?” Teena pauses.

“Maybe,” she says. “I’ll have to see how my plans shape up. And I’ll come visit after the baby is born, of course.” Mulder flinches slightly at what Scully will think of this; his mother has never been Scully’s favorite person.

“That would be great, Mom,” he says. “I’ll let you go now, okay? I’ve got some work to get done before bed.”

“All right,” says Teena. “And Fox?”

“Yeah?” There’s another brief silence.

“I’m happy for you.”


Characters: Bucky x Reader

Description:  HIIIII!!! I LOVE YOUR WRITING!! Can you please do a BuckyxReader where it’s like game night with the avengers and they play lip sync battle and the reader does a strip tease to make Bucky nervous (requested by anon)

Word Count: 1,265

Warnings: Sexual lyrics and mild sexual themes / actions, swearing

A/N: (just so you guys know now, i’m gonna be skipping around with the lyrics you sing. it’ll all be the same song, and in the order they appear in the song, but i won’t include all of them. i hope that makes more sense when you read this…) also, this is more of, like, an enactment of the lyrics instead of a strip tease..sorry! the reader takes their shirt off in the end, though, so that’s a thing!

Tony took a bow as everyone clapped enthusiastically. “Thank you, thank you very much,” he said, eating up all of the attention. 

He’d just gotten done lip-syncing to “Stacy’s Mom,” and as much as you hated to admit it, he absolutely killed it. He got so into everything the lyrics were saying. He pretended to mow the lawn with the lyrics “Stacy, do you remember when I mowed your lawn?” and finished the song standing on a chair when it modulated to a higher key. You felt bad for the person who had to follow him.

“Alright, who hasn’t gone yet?” Natasha wondered, looking around the room. “Ahh,” she smiled as her gaze settled on you. “Y/N, you look like you could go for a good lip-sync session right now.”

Cheers filled the room as you shook your head frantically. “No way, there’s no way I could follow Tony.”

“I know it’s impossible to get into it the way I did, but someone’s gotta try, right?” Tony smirked. “Get on up, Y/N. I’ll even choose the song for you.”

“Well now I’m even more nervous,” you mumbled, ignoring the way Tony’s grin grew. He had something planned, you could tell…

You surveyed the room, trying to see how everyone was reacting to the game so far. For the most part, everyone was smiling at you with sympathy, also seeming to catch on that Tony was planning something. You really were only worried about what Bucky was thinking, though. You’d liked him for a while now, and every once in a while, he’d do something small to make you think that he could just possibly like you back. Maybe this would be your chance to find out, depending on what Tony had in store. 

“Alright, now before I play the song, I just want to remind you, Y/N, how into my song I got. And if I don’t see that same commitment from you, I’m gonna be very disappointed, to say the least,” Tony announced. 

“Go easy on her,” Steve called out jokingly.

“Yeah right,” Tony scoffed. “Have fun, Y/N. Really feel the music.”

“Oh God,” you sighed, expecting the worst at this point. “Okay, let’s just get this over with.”

Tony hit play, and the beginning words to “ Yoncé / Partition” by Beyoncé started to play. Your eyes grew wide. “Tony!” you screeched, turning towards him with your face burning red. 

“Hey, I’ve heard you singing this song plenty of times in the shower when you think no one hears you. You know all the words, so you have no excuse to not do this.”

You made a mental note to never sing in the shower again and asked, “Well how am I supposed to get into it as much as you did with your song?”

“I’m sure you’ll find a way,” Tony winked, walking back to his seat and crossing his arms in satisfaction. 

“Jesus Christ,” you mumbled, taking a deep breath before mouthing the opening lines. It took you a while to get into it, but eventually by the time it switched to “Partition,” you knew what you wanted to do. 

You sauntered over to Bucky, trying to ignore the whoops and hollers from everyone else in the room. As “Partition” started, you made it your goal to get Bucky as worked up as possible. 

Now my mascara running, red lipstick smudged. 

You crouched in front of Bucky as you sang, your right pointer finger pulling down on your bottom lip. 

Oh, he so horny, yeah he want to fuck. 

Your hand moved from your lips to Bucky’s thigh, and you could feel him tense up under you. The cheers around you got louder, but you were focused on Bucky’s reaction. 

Oh there daddy, daddy, didn’t bring the towel. 

Bucky’s eyes widened at the pet name, but from you could tell, it wasn’t in a negative way. Maybe you were getting too far ahead of yourself, but he seemed to be enjoying himself. This gave you a boost of confidence, and you resolved to take this a step further. 

Take all of me. I just wanna be the girl you like. 

You stood up fully and perched yourself on Bucky’s lap. You hooked one of your arms around his neck as you sang, pulling his face close to yours. There was a break in the lyrics, so you searched his eyes, looking for any sign of discomfort. 

As if he knew what you were doing, he gave a slight nod that was only noticeable to you, telling you it was okay to continue. 

Driver roll up the partition fast. Over there, I swear I saw them cameras flash.

When you started singing again, you glanced over at the rest of the group. Tony and Natasha had their phone cameras out, recording your actions. You suppressed a giggle, noting the way they were acting out the lyrics in their own way.

Hand prints and good grips all on my ass. 

You’d been debating over what you should do for this part of the song ever since it started. At first, you didn’t want to be too forward with anything you did, but now that you knew Bucky was enjoying himself, you decided to throw caution to the wind and deal with any consequences later. 

You grabbed Bucky’s hands and placed them on your ass. You were still sitting in his lap, so it almost seemed like he was holding you in place. As you continued to sing, you felt his grip get a bit tighter, and you smiled despite your efforts not to.

Oh there daddy, daddy, now you ripped my fur. 

Now, you weren’t wearing any fur that you could rip to act this part out, so you did the next best thing you could think of. Your hands reached up and you unbuttoned your shirt to take it off. Luckily, you were wearing one of your nicer bras, so you got the pleasure of seeing Bucky’s eyes pop out of his head once your shirt was all the way off. 

“Daaaamn!!” you heard Tony shout in the background, but you kept your eyes locked on Bucky’s for the rest of the song.

Every once in a while, you’d move your hips slightly against his to see what kind of reaction you’d get out of him, and you weren’t disappointed with what you found. His eyes fluttered shut when he blinked and a deep groan sounded in his throat. 

The kinda girl you like is right here with me.

You’d finished the song, but you stayed on Bucky’s lap for a few more seconds. Your breathing was heavy from singing, but you were no where near Bucky’s state. His pupils were dark and his breath was coming out in short, audible breaths that were verging on gasps. 

“Well, that sure was something!” Clint exclaimed, snapping you back into reality. You scurried off of Bucky’s lap and grabbed your shirt that you’d thrown on the floor, ready to put it back on.  

Right as you were about to put your arm through one of the sleeves, though, Bucky grabbed your hand. “Uh-uh,” he said, expressing his disapproval as he started to pull you out of the room. 

“Where are we going?” you asked quietly. You had an idea, given what you’d just done and the commotion coming from the room you’d just left, but you wanted to hear him say it himself. 

“I think I’m gonna need a reenactment of that song,” he replied, his pace quickening. “But this time, in more detail.”

A/N: Okay, I have absolutely no idea the quality of this because I’ve never really written anything like it before…so any comments / reactions would really be appreciated, even if you didn’t like it! Just tell me why so that I can improve :)

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Based on the request: Can you please do a Tom Holland imagine where Y/N is really into rock & metal music (Metallica, Pantera, etc..) & one day she’s getting ready and jamming tf out to that music and Tom is caught off guard bc it’s not his usual music but he loves seeing Y/N air drumming and doing air guitar ?? Thanks! xx

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i get so irritated when ppl complain about hiveswap not being out yet
they made a game company from SCRATCH
they had incorrect estimates of when the game would come out cause THEYVE NEVER MADE A GAME BEFORE!!!
they had no frame of reference for how fast this BRAND NEW TEAM could make a WHOLE ENTIRE FUCKING GAME!!!!!!!!

and sorry if it “looks bad” to you fine it’s not your kind of game whatever not everyone has to like all video games but just str8 up being like “HIVESWAP IS DEAD I HATE ANDREW HUSSIE IF YOU STILL THINK HIVESWAP IS COMING OUT UR AN IDIOT” is really fucking annoying. stop.

Tom Holland Request

hello! can you please write an imagine where the reader is tom holland’s gf and an actress an they go to the premiere of her new movie (she’s playing a Disney princess) and he’s very proud?

You tapped your high heel against the floor of the car and looked out of the window at the scenery as it passed. “What are you doing over there?” You turned to your boyfriend Tom and gave him an anxious smile.

“Worrying about this movie.”

“Why are you worrying,” he chuckled. “You spent ¾ of the year filming it, you know it’s going to be great.” You had spent most of last year filming the live action remake of Sleeping Beauty.

“I know that filming it was great but what if it was better in my head than it is on screen?”

“You have nothing to worry about, Y/N. This movie is going to be amazing. You know how I know that?”


He gave a cheesy grin, “Because my beautiful girl is playing the lead character in it.”


After pictures on the carpet you and Tom made your way into the theater and waited for the lights to dim and the movie to begin.

You were nearing the end of the movie when you caught a glimpse of Tom out of the corner of your eye. You turned and saw him looking at you. “What,” you whispered?

“This movie is so good,” he smiled.

“Thank you but it’s not over yet,” you laughed quietly.

“I know, I know, but I love it and I love you. And I’m so proud of you,” he squeezed your hand.

You grinned and laid your head on his shoulder, “Thanks Tommy.”

galaxyartistsomtimessims  asked:

can you please tag some blogs that have stories like yours and peonypixels?? bc I love you guys sm and your stories are amazing and d r a m a

ooooo!!! @peonypyxels n i thank u so much :’-) we try 2 provide u guys w/ the most Drama!!!!!!!!! so first off i would suggest looking through this list that @zietro made!!!!!!!! it has sooooo many stories/legacies on it!!!!!! but i will suggest a few rly Drama stories i know n’ keep up with below the cut!!!! (PS this isn’t a follow forever or a list of all the stories i follow!!! just the ones similar 2 mine or very drama!!!!! i’ll do one of those lists soon!!!!) (PS PS u probably already follow a lot of the stories i’m gonna mention yikes i’m sry)

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Triggers: police, mentions of abuse

Word Count: 1200+

A/N: Eyy my as levels are great wtf

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Bellamy squints his eyes, wondering if it’s really you. It’s been four years since he’s even heard your voice. It’s been ages since he’s even thought of you.
He hasn’t even received a text or let alone a call from you but right now, right before his eyes, you’re here.

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I explained my mother that I definitely wanted to stay in Beacon Hills and that I had faith in my pack and our ability to defend ourselves. I just knew that we would figure something out, like we always do. She respected my decision, even if she thought it would be better if we would leave town. After I was alone again, I took my phone out of my bag and called my best friend. He picked up immediately, obviously already waiting for my call.

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day falls into shadow and i find
every moment a performance—
pinning masks to skin, pricking
blood to the surface. withered
stems & petals falling to dust
that frames the sharpening corners
of this house. give me just one word
and i swear i will make this peace
last, make the brimming cup of
my mind a still lake, mirror-flat
and shining. i will do for you
what i could not on my own:
(un)make me in your image.
take this mask & form it to flesh
fluttering warm against your hands,
frozen beautiful in a shape that
can please you at last. i will give
you this model of a girl, wooden
limbs positioned under a painted
smile, if it will ease the fire that
eats through me, the mist of my
body swallowed by unrelenting sun.
—  (nothing) without you || a.s.w.

anonymous asked:

how do you take ur pictures in game? i mean i know hot to make screencaps, but i downloaded the camrea mod everyone seems to be using and i still can't get good angles? can you please help with this?? ;-;

do you mean this mod? that mod just basically makes tab mode easier to handle, and tbh i didn’t even use it for most of my story, i only just now started to use it omfg. and i’m like “where have you been all my life” but there isn’t much to it to really understand. you just have to understand tab mode and how you move around in it. these may be the answers you’re looking for. other than that, i don’t really have much else to say except you just kinda have to experiment with a lot of different angles, find the most dynamic shots, look for what you want to be the focus in the picture, envision how you’ll edit it (that definitely helps me a lot), imagine you’re watching a tv show and take shots from the angles you’d find most interesting. i may do a guide on this in the future but for now i think you just have to get used to tab mode in general. good luck <3

nualie  asked:

I have a character who was inspired by another: a child who couldn't feel emotions, and had trouble socially as a result (especially with one of his brothers). I loved the character concepts, but disliked that he did learn to feel at the end, because I thought it taught the wrong kind of lesson- that he HAD to be fixed. I developed my girl beyond that idea, but I'm stuck. Should I keep the same "disorder" (as in, make one up tailored to plot needs) or pick an existing one? Can you please help?

I’m not qualified to answer this, as all this disorders I know of that inhibit emotions (borderline personality disorder, antisocial personality disorder, depression, and basically anything that causes disassociating) cause great feelings of discomfort to the person in question, and many try very hard to start feeling again.  As such, I’m hesitant to suggest that total inability to feel emotions would be something to portray as healthy in your writing, especially when a lot of real life people frequently struggle to cope with it. 

However, I do resent the neat “cure” based thinking presented in a lot of media, and I think it should be portrayed that living with mental illness is an ongoing and often lifelong process.  Many people do have neurodivergences that can keep them from outwardly expressing their emotions, such as people with Asperger’s, and legitimately do not want to be “cured;”  this could be a great thing to play around with in your writing.

Similarly, you could have a character with borderline personality disorder who periodically struggles with feeling emotions or disassociates (not the same thing as not being able to feel at all) and have the people around them grow to treat them with the love and acceptance they deserve. 

Or, if you still want to portray an emotionally devoid character, you could take a different rout entirely:  turn on Star Trek, and look to characters like Spock and Data.  Despite not having emotions, they are “happy,” and content with their lives.  Moreover, they care deeply and form friendships with the people around them.

Pardon any typos or rambling, as it’s three AM here, but I hope this helps.  Best of luck, and happy writing! <3