Oh, Anon, I really don’t think you had this in mind. I apologize in advance.
Rarely did Scully have time to relax these days, but she woke early on a Sunday morning with nothing to do and nowhere to be. Quietly, so as not to wake Mulder, she slipped out bed and put on a jacket over her (or rather, his) shirt. She tucked her sweatpants into a pair of Uggs and clipped the leash onto a very wiggly and excited Daggoo to take him for an early morning walk.
“Don’t bark,” Scully whispered to the dog. “Do not bark.”
Daggoo didn’t bark, but he strained at his leash when she opened the door and practically dragged her down the front porch. She thought she might head towards the lake with him to watch the sunrise. The sky was still purple and grey with wisps of clouds in the distance. The air was crisp and smelled of dew.
By the time she made it back to the house, the sun was burning bright and Daggoo was whining to be picked up. She unclipped his leash and stepped out of her boots before hanging her jacket by the door. The house was as quiet as when she left, so Mulder must still be asleep.
Quietly, Scully poured a bowl of kibble for the dog and started a pot of coffee for herself. When that was finished, she curled up on the couch with an afghan and turned on the TV, setting the volume low.
Mulder’s DVR was 86% full. She scrolled through the eclectic group of shows, snorting when she passed a folder of saved episodes of Dark Shadows, because of course he would. She also had to snicker at The Princess Bride and Romancing the Stone.
“Finding Bigfoot,” she whispered to herself, stopping on one in the list. “Of course you’d have a show called Finding Bigfoot.”
Curious, Scully pressed play and tried not to laugh through the intro. Daggoo hopped up onto the couch and pawed at a spot in her leg until she moved her arm and he could crawl into her lap. The next moment, she nearly sprayed her coffee out all over the place.
“We’re here in the Great Smoky Mountains today with former special agent Fox Mulder of the FBIs x-files unit,” the host said, trudging through the woods in green night vision with Mulder beside him. “He made a career of investigating Bigfoot sightings and other phenomena and he’s here to help us today and offer insight into ‘squatch behavior.”
The scene cut to an interview with Mulder and the same host in a chair, chatting casually. “Call it what you will,” Mulder said. “Bigfoot, Sasquatch, Skunk ape, Yeti, Wendigo, Mapingauri, almost every culture has a Bigfoot lore, and there is a basis of fact there. People say they want proof something exists, I say give me proof it doesn’t. Couldn’t we say the same for religion? Has anyone seen God? There’s more proof that Bigfoot exists than God.”
“Oh, Jesus, Mulder,” Scully mumbled.
After only a few minutes of more night vision wood combing, Scully turned the show off and then turned the TV off as well. Her coffee started to get cold and Daggoo sighed in his sleep.
Not long after she shut everything off, the floorboards upstairs creaked and Mulder started down the stairs, heavy steps making Daggoo’s ears twitch.
“You’re up early,” Mulder said through a yawn, scratching his abdomen over his shirt.
“You’re just up late.”
“Is that coffee I smell?”
“I left the rest warning for you.”
Scully listened to him rattle around in the kitchen for a few minutes before calling out to him, “Mulder?”
“When were you in the Great Smoky Mountains.”
Mulder appeared in the doorway with a half-smile and leaned against the jamb as he sipped his coffee. “You’re a fan of Finding Bigfoot, Scully?”
“It was on your DVR.”
“And you chose to watch it?”
“Well, correct me if I’m wrong, but you chose to be on the episode. Voluntarily. How did they even find you?”
“I contacted them, actually.”
“Oh my God.” Scully groaned and put a hand over her face for a moment. “At least with COPS it was against our will.”
“Oh, that wasn’t against my will.”
“Well it was against my will.”
“You know, I’ve got that episode on the DVR too. It reruns all the time.”
“Delete that. Now.”
Mulder chuckled and padded over to the couch. He lifted the blanket out of the way and sat beside her. Daggoo opened his eyes and then sighed and went back to sleep.
“Well, did you find one?”
“You didn’t watch the whole thing?”
“Just what few minutes I could tolerate.”
“You know you’d be the first person I’d call if I found a Bigfoot, Scully. Are you just jealous I didn’t take you ‘squatch hunting?”
“Because the Monongahela National Forest is only a few hours away and it’s a hotbed of ‘squatch sightings. We haven’t been camping in a long time.”
“Stop saying ‘squatch. And there’s a reason we don’t go camping.”
“Wouldn’t it be cool to see a Bigfoot though, Scully?”
Scully snorted and scratched the top of Daggoo’s head as she looked at Mulder. There was a twinkle in his eye that she hadn’t seen for quite some time. She gave him a smile and leaned back into the couch.
“Tell me about the Monongahela sightings,” she said.
i don’t know.
there’s just something funny about the way we were always drawn to each other, even in the end. you became cold like i’d always been and this time i was the one unable to delete a number or stop sending so many goddamn emails.
losing: it was easy with everyone else. the thing is, i loved you, and ive only ever been able to practice the kind of dangerous, unconditional love that people say just aint there anymore. i didnt realize that you would never have it in you to stand anywhere but behind me. never in front. never beside. i understand now: this was always how it was going to end.
you never loved anyone enough to take a bullet for them but i was wondering if the reason you stayed for so long was that you knew i wouldn’t move if i saw one coming
Okay, please bear with me while I get everything into order and I would like you to know that I do not make this decision thoughtlessly, in fact, I have turned it over and over in my mind.
First of all, I thank all of you so, so very much for being here. No matter if you read, like, reblog or add those lovely tags (I read ALL of them) when you reblog something, thank you. Without you and everyone who requests things, this blog would have been dead from day one. You have my deepest appreciation and heartfelt gratitude, that you let me bumble my way through the BNHA fandom and supported and liked what I wrote for you and that you liked it enough to stick around.
Now, before this sounds like I’m going to disappear: I do not plan to abandon this blog.
But I do plan to change things.
(Also, the post below this one is the last request I got from the last time the Ask Box was open, so if you haven’t seen your request, please remember if you a) didn’t follow the rules and/or b) send the request while the box was closed. If one or both of them can be answered with a yes, then I deleted your request. If no, then I am very and deeply sorry, since Tumblr ate it and I very much apologize, it wasn’t fair at all that it happened to you)
Now, on the things I want to change and I hope I can explain it well enough:
From now on, the Ask Box is fair game. You can send in requests at any time (though please respect the rules, if you don’t I will delete what you send in). Now, before you get all excited or confused as to why I write this ass-long post: Yes, you can request at any time, but please be aware, that it does not mean I will answer your request for sure.
And here comes the part that will make some or a lot of you unhappy: I will chose from now on, which requests I will answer and which I won’t, compared to before when I answered every ask that stuck to the rules.
Why do I do this? The answer isn’t simple, but I’ll keep it short. I feel pressured, from my life and my personal will to perform well and to deliver things to you in a timely matter. So I am taking the pressure away as much as I can so you guys can still read my writing if you wish to. Just, bear in mind, I will decide what I write (and I could post little snippets of my writing, like I did with the Dragon-Short or the Villain-Trio one, if you guys want to see that on this blog)
But what if you feel discouraged about requesting or you worry about bothering me? No, you are not bothering or annoying me. As I said, without you and I do mean you, this blog would be lacking, this blog would be less and it wouldn’t be where it is today. Yes, it could be that your request doesn’t get answered, but it could also be the one that gets written, because I like or love it or feel inspired to write it.
Does that mean I will not write anything at all anymore? No, this is simply me taking a step back and realizing that at this moment in time, I need more time to myself, my personal project needs a whole fucking lot of attention and I don’t want this blog to silently suffer because of it and you guys don’t even know why.
Will there still be specials or other things in the future? Yeah, I do plan on having at least one special sometime in the next while, anything else depends on my creativity and if you guys are interested.
Will this blog be deleted at one point or can I take over for you? This blog will not be deleted. These are your requests and I answered them for you, so they will stay. They are for you and I will not take that away (besides, I do like a lot of my writing). And no, I apologize, I will not give this blog to anyone else. I don’t feel comfortable with anyone continuing what I do.
Does this mean I will stop writing for this blog in the future? Maybe. It could happen at some point. Maybe this is just a flunk and I’ll return things to how they were in a couple of months. Maybe I’ll write for other fandoms, since there are some I really and deeply love or that I find very interesting. If any of that is going to happen, I will let you know.
So, long post short: I will pick what I write from now on and if there are any questions you have, you can, like always, ask me at any time.
your ex texts you while your boyfriend’s messing around on your phone 2/7
You had your head resting on your boyfriend’s lap, scrolling through his Snapchat and messing around with the filters while he had your phone, and helped you pass a difficult level on a game you had gotten.
Both of his hands were holding the edge of the phone as he moved the character and desperately tried his best to beat the boss; you moved the front camera so that it captured his concentrated expression and your eyes, snapping a picture before saving it to his snapchat folder.
A frustrated groan made you look up “Is everything okay, baby?” You asked, and he clicked his tongue.
“Your ex texted again.” He muttered, clicking on the notification and deleting the message with a frustrated sigh “Why don’t you block him?” He practically whined, placing your phone to the side before lacing his fingers through your hair.
You let out a sigh, sitting up and clambering onto his lap “We finished things on a good note, Kookie.” You placed your hands around his neck “Besides, why are you so worried, you know there’s no one who can replace you.”
He pouted and remained quiet, nodding slowly “Okay. Kiss me?”
so, I don’t know if you guys remember this but when I had my old blog a person requested this and I wrote it and posted it on tumblr. Ever since I deleted that account and started this one, I kept remembering this particular oneshot but I couldn’t find it anywhere in my documents. So I summoned all of my memory and tried to re-write it. I’m confident that this is almost identical to the original (plus a few things), if anything, it’s better.
Sherlock watched as you slowly fluttered
your eyes, which were met with a white room. The beeping of the monitors was
echoing through your head. You finally looked at Sherlock who was sitting on a
chair to your left, beside him a snoring John. You were put in St. Barts
because of a bullet you took through your shoulder on a case with your soon to
be husband, Sherlock.
You had to go through a procedure to heal the
wound, and since this morning you were asleep from the amount of painkillers
they gave you, not knowing when exactly you were going to wake up.
Suddenly, you giggled loudly, causing John to
wake up surprised. You laughed even louder and pointed a finger at his face.
“(Y/N), you’re awake!” exclaimed John.
“Obviously,” said Sherlock as you calmed down
and looked to your right, seeing your injured shoulder wrapped in bandages.
You chuckled. “Look at that, I look like a
mummy!” you slurred. John stared at you for a bit before looking at Sherlock,
waiting for an explanation.
“Analgesics,” he said.
“English,” demanded John.
“She’s on a ton of painkillers. Honestly, John,
John sighed. “How are you feeling, (Y/N)?”
“Great! Awesome, amazing, absolutely fantastic!”
you exclaimed. John stifled a laugh, yet he failed miserably, cackling out
loud. They eventually signed you out of the hospital and started carrying you
out and into a cab.
Of course, on the way out, you kept telling
Sherlock how he should start wearing your coats because his coats are
“… And so, you know. My coats-my coats are
colorful and full of life. All of yours are black or dark grey. Come on!” you
explained as they gently got you inside the cab, placing you in the middle of
the two of them. You immediately laid your head on Sherlock’s shoulder. Half
way through the ride, you looked up at him.
“Sherly, can I play with your hair?” you asked
in a hushed tone. John heard, however. He pursed his lips in an attempt not to
“No,” Sherlock answered simply.
“Why not?” you cried.
“Because I said so.”
“It’s because you don’t love me, isn’t it?” you
started tearing up.
“My fiance doesn’t love me, great,” you sniveled,
crossing your arms.
Sherlock sighed. He couldn’t bare to see you
like this, even if he knew you weren’t exactly in your right mind. “Fine. play
with my hair.”
“Really?” your face lit up as if you weren’t
crying at all. Without an answer, you started messing with his hair, ruffling
it or twirling it around your fingers until you got home.
Right out of the cab, Sherlock lifted you up and
almost threw you over his shoulder. You shouted and protested in the middle of
the pavement, pounding on Sherlock’s back, causing the people walking to give
you all weird looks.
Sherlock didn’t bother to take his coat off when
you entered the flat. Instead, he went to your shared bedroom right away,
gently laying you on the bed. He then went to take off his coat, coming back to
He leaned forward, kissing your forehead softly.
You stared at each other for a bit. He was about to lift his head before you
“Sherlock,” he hummed in response, his face
still an inch from yours. “you have the bluest eyes in the history of blue.”
He managed to only smile. “Oh, really?”
You hummed before your eyes drooped down, and
you softly fell into a peaceful slumber.
You yawned as you walked out of your bedroom the
next morning. You had to change before you walked out since you were still in
your outing clothes.
“John, my phone is blowing up with texts about
some video. What happened yesterday?” you asked in a groggy voice.
“Oh, nothing. Don’t worry about it.” he brushed
“What video, John?” Sherlock cut in, already
knowing what John was hiding.
“I said it was no- hey!” John was too late,
Sherlock had taken his phone to see the video. You stood beside Sherlock to see
It was a video of you looking drunk. Then you
remembered what happened at the case, and you concluded you were ‘drunk’ on
painkillers, leading to the video. Which was sent to almost all your friends,
featuring Sherlock, whose cheeks were now red.
I agree with most of what you said about Shane's development and whatnot, but the only thing I find a bit disconcerning is it seems like he kinda gave up after you marry him. He never mentions his chickens (besides playing with his one chicken outside), or anything about going to therapy, he seems to slip back into drinking, and only eats Joja food. Plus he says things about having no responsibilities and not cleaning and watching tv all day, then has the nerve to complain about you not cleaning
Ok I had a long reply to this that was p elaborate but I accidentally deleted it bc I’m Stupit.
Basically, I don’t think he really gave up. Recovering is a slow process and he defs still is depressed when you marry him. A thing that comes w depression is lethargy. So yeah, he doesn’t clean much and he doesn’t really cook. But he does at some points say that he is cleaning that day and that it’s tiring (I sadly don’t have a screenshot but next time he says it I’ll save it. I want to do a bigger post on this topic haha). He also will tell you he got up and walked around the farm to inspect it and he does what I thiiiiink all the spouses do and mentions that he’ll prep the house for winter (I know Alex talked about it). I’ve never heard him complain abt it not being clean so I assume this is a case of blocked walk-path? Idk.
With his chickens, I agree he doesn’t mention them much, but he has a life outside of them. And we still do have the iconic fertilize the corn w my ashes bit. But I have a feeling that’s now what you mean haha
As for drinking, he doesn’t completely wipe it from his life but he does drink to excess less often. We don’t get any dialogs indicating he’s hammered. On Fridays when he goes into town he drinks soda by the river and sets himself a curfew at the bar.
I had a kid w him recently but since then haven’t been able to play much. I know I’ve gotten some dialogue abt our daughter so he seems engaged in parenting. But I haven’t played much since.
woke up with a throbbing headache. How many drinks had he had last night? He
lost count after ten, but JB just kept buying more and more. After the fifth
drink, Jinyoung had finally been able to let go a little and have fun. It
wasn’t like he had forgotten about you or anything, but he was actually able to
push it to the back of his mind for a bit, which was nice. This whole situation
with you had been plaguing him for far longer than was healthy, so a moment of
relief had felt nice, but that’s all it was. A moment.
EDIT: someone made me notice that I used “allistic” instead of “allosexual”. I apologise for the confusion.
So I’ve thought a bit while falling asleep, and now I know what to think.
I said I was worried of cishet aroace people hurting us because they’re not wlw/mlm/other queer identities beside aroace, but the thing is, they’re not the only ones!
For example, in the LGBTQ community there are straight trans people, and straight intersex people (who are sometimes cis). So cishet aroace people wouldn’t be the only ones to be cishet/straight. And if cishet aroace people could hurt us because they’re heterosexual/straight, they are not the only ones. So the blame isn’t on them.
Secondly, the LGBTQ community is supposed to be a safe place for everyone except allosexual cishet people. Yet we all know there are forms of oppressions even within our own community: lesbophobia, biphobia, mlm fetishisation, transphobia… thus what I feared in including cishet aroace people in the community already happens, perpetrated by non aroace people! Thus my fear had no reason of existing whatsoever.
That’s why now I think, if you acknowledge aphobia (which you should) and that aroace is a valid identity (which it is), if you include non-cishet aroace people in the community; there is no reason to continue gate-keeping it from cishet aroace people.
Those are just my thoughts, but at least I’m in peace with myself now.
Wait wait what happened to the funky Chen Chen? Is he okay?
Well, it’s a Long story. So, since you’re my first message in 40 years (lol) I’ll put it in laymen’s terms written by me.
So apparently, Jongdae has a girlfriend or so I’ve heard. However, it’s unconfirmed and the only evidence we have is “leaked” personal info from the accused girlfriend she decided to spread. This is what’s being spread among the fandom as we speak.
The evidence from my understanding is perhaps couple rings, photos, ticketing information for a trip they’ve taken to Los Angeles and his Pinterest. Crazy right? So, most felt this was leaked by K-fans as always but from my understanding, it was all leaked from the accused/suspected girlfriend.
They apparently met through his trainer and I guess they follow each other on Pinterest and everything. So, that is what’s out there as we know it. However, none of this is confirmed and since she seem’s to be the one leaking this I believe we won’t get answers.
I’ve looked around for info and I’m not seeing much of anything besides the suspected Pinterest and photo’s from his last relationship exposé. I mean that could be due to me being late to this and everyone decided to delete all evidence because this is illegal to have some of that info or SM is already on it since they know the source and have slowly deleted things.
In short, It’s a mess. I feel this won’t be a big issue it will go like last time when an ex-girlfriend leaked photo’s of Jongdae and “claiming” they’re dating.
All in all, I feel bad for Jongdae if this is the case of another girl exposing him. He doesn’t deserve this. No one does.
Personally, I will take everything with a heap of salt.
This too shall pass.
My suggestion is if you see anything that looks like it’s personal or you feel is an invasion of his privacy. Don’t reblog it and report it and demand it be taken down. Invasion of privacy is against the law and you can be sued for having it.
A/N: Wow guys it’s been awhile. A lot of personal things have
happened, but I’m finally back now, so here’s something short:) You guys can message
me, or just email me here: firstname.lastname@example.org (I got a new email). A lot of the requests that I had got deleted,
and I’m very sorry about that:( But, if you have a request, request it:) And
one more thing, if you want someone else besides Thomas or Newt, feel free to also
request it:) Love you guys! Thanks so much for all you followers!! P.S I love talking
to you guys, so if any of you wanna talk or ask any questions just message me, i’ll be here :)
roared through the sky, and rain pounded against the window of Thomas and I’s
shared bedroom. I stared blankly at the white ceiling, then glanced at the blinking
red clock that was sitting on the nightstand, it reading 2:13. Sighing, I glanced
at Thomas, watching his steady breathing. I reached out with nimble cold
fingers, and traced small shapes on his bare back. His skin was warm against my
fingers, making me shiver. Nights like these, I could never sleep. But for some
reason, Thomas always slept like a baby.
again, and lightening flashed across the sky. I squeezed my eyes shut and
scooted closer to Thomas, burying my face in his neck. He stirred a little and then
finally turned to me, making the sheets rustle. His eyes fluttering open and instead
of saying something, he just reached out and gently traced his thumb along my cheekbone.
I closed my eyes, loving his warm, soft touch.
sleep?” His voice was husky and made his accent sound even more beautiful, if
that was possible. But with my eyes still closed I nodded my head. Thomas leaned
down and softly kissed my forehead then started peppering kisses all over my
face. His lips were plump and soft against my skin. I let out a soft sigh and
smiled. Thomas shifted in the bed, and grabbed my waist, pulling me into him. I
giggled quietly, and buried my face in his firm chest. Flinching when the
lightening flashed across the sky, Thomas pulled me closer and whispered sweet
nothings in my ear. “You’re the most beautiful girl in the world.” “I love you.”
I started to relax. My eyelids getting heavier and heavier, and my breathing becoming
even. Thomas continued to whisper in my ear, and before I fully fell asleep, I mumbled
a barely audible, “I love you too Thomas.”
Warnings: very very very light spoiler of TABINOF.
“What are you doing?”
writing a vampire fic where you turn me into a vampire and then you fuck me
hard against a tree.” He deadpans, staring at Phil’s eyes directly.
Or, behind the scenes of The Making of The Amazing Book is Not on Fire.
a/n: I literally wrote this initially because I asked Phil on twitter what did he do to get out of writer’s block and he answered he went out for a walk or watched inspiring films like Finding Nemo and then it turned into this mess. I have no self control.
Title: Angel on the Moon Pairing: Aokise Genre: Fluff/Angst (with a Happy Ending) Rating: PG Summary: He should have said “I love you.” Instead he said, “I’m leaving.”
As always, all aokise I write is for Atsu. Very loosely inspired by this song.
“I love you, Aominecchi.”
Aomine froze. He stared at the top of the Kise’s head, memorizing the way the part split his hair and the way the sun caught in those silky blond strands. The last thing he’d expected when he called Kise to meet him at the park was a confession. He expected some tears, maybe a hug, or even a kiss on the cheek (or the lips, if he was lucky).
He had never been good at expressing his feelings, but if there was one thing he knew, it was that he loved Kise Ryouta. He knew it from it the moment he’d felt that rush of adrenaline the first time he’d played the blond in a one-on-one match. He knew it in that smile, the way it made those eyes sparkle so bright they rivaled the stars. He knew it in that laugh, the way it brought out the smiles he’d thought he’d lost to teenage angst. He wasn’t sure how to define their relationship, but he’d never cared for labels in the first place. He found comfort in the familiarity of the blond and Kise relished the time he got to spend with the only man he’d ever idolized.
He loved Kise, but he didn’t know how to say it.
He jumped. How long was I staring? The silence must have been nerve wracking. He saw the way Kise sucked on his bottom lip and knew he was thinking the worst. The ace was in no better position. He had to find the right way to say it, if he could say it at all.
“I–" love you. "I’m going to America.” He pulled in a sharp breath before continuing. “I got into that training camp I told you about. You know, the one that potentially prepares you for the NBA. Well, I got in and I accepted, so I’m leaving next week.”
Kise stared at him. His eyes glossed over and Aomine knew he was about to cry. He tried for a smile, but that light never quite reached his eyes. “Ah… that’s great!”
Aomine paused. There was something off. If anyone knew Kise best, it was him. “Ryouta, are you–”
“That’s just wonderful! Aominecchi gets to follow his dream! Wouldn’t it be so great if you got drafted? What team would you wanna be on? I really like the colors of–”
“Ryouta, what’s up? You’re rambling."v
"I… I’m just really happy for Aominecchi.” He wiped away the tears that started to fall. “You get to go across the ocean and see new things and meet new people. Maybe you’ll meet that special someone over there."
A dark brow rose in confusion and he shook his head. "I don’t know what you’re talking about, Ryouta. Look… I wanted you to be the first to know cause, well, you’re my best friend.”
“I’m glad you told me.” There was that smile again. “Maybe we can have a match one last time before you go?”
“One last time?”
Kise grabbed his hand in a grip so tight. “I’m so proud of Aominecchi!”
“Ryouta… hey… would you wanna maybe come to the airport to see me off?”
“I don’t think that’d be such a good idea.”
“I’m too emotional.” He laughed, but the sound was so hollow it made Aomine flinch. “And I’m not good with goodbyes. Anyway, I think I’m gonna get going.” He pushed himself off the bench and released the ace’s hand so suddenly it fell onto the bench with a dull thud. “I’ll see you before you go.” He waved a goodbye and disappeared into the crowd. Aomine hadn’t received that hug he’d been expecting, or that kiss, cheek or otherwise.
Kise had always been the only one who could come close to reading his mind. Yet it appeared that this time he hadn’t and it was only then that Aomine realized he hadn’t said the words out loud.
A/N: Hey guys, so basically an A/U fic based on the song Hey There Delilah by the Plain White T’s. For some reason, it turned massive, so I hope you guys like it! It’s a series of moments during Hannah and Grace’s long distance relationship in college.
By the time we get through, the world will never be the same.
SFW. 5,000+ words.
Their story begins like a typical American sitcom; the cool, popular person falling for the quiet geek in the back of the classroom. Ryan Murphy would probably have a field day writing their story and turning it into some weird TV musical, but it’s still their, and only their, story. They begin dating in the middle of their senior year, only to realize that they are going to thousands of miles apart when they graduate with Hannah heading to UC Berkley and Grace going to NYU.
“Hey baby.” Hannah says into her laptop’s webcam as she fiddles with her homework, trying to figure out how to translate this poem into perfect Japanese. Silence fills the air between them and it isn’t until she’s almost done that she hears her girlfriend sigh heavily on the other end. She looks up for a moment, seeing Grace’s depressed expression on her face. “You okay?” Hannah asks as Grace just shakes her head.