“Hey, don’t forget this. Relax the
back. Breathe in, breathe out.”
“How do you know all these things,
“I’m unemployed. I got a lot of
time on my hands. Oprah. I watch a lot of Oprah.” There’s sadness in her
eyes, or exhaustion; these days it’s hard to tell with a myriad of new
expressions and feelings in her repertoire. He’s getting better at it, though.
At all of this.
“Actually, I read the books.”
Mulder admits with a sheepish smile. He hasn’t mentioned it before, because
they have yet to talk about this. This baby thing. He doesn’t know what she
expects, and up until he read up on it in the books, he wasn’t sure what he
could expect either. For better or worse, another conversation they should maybe
have and soon, he is in this now. He’s all in.
“The books, Mulder?” Bless
her for shooting him a smile in this mess.
“Yes, the books. All of them. Like
I said, I’m unemployed and… and I want to be involved, Scully. I missed so much
already. I’m not going to miss anything else. I mean unless you don’t want me… here
or there.” He holds his breath afraid she’s going to throw him out or take
the pillow from him and hit him with it. Instead she touches his arm, lets her
fingers curl around it. Mulder feels the pillow under his shirt slip to the
ground where it lands with a soft thud. Neither of them cares.
“I do want you, Mulder. Here,
there and everywhere.”
“Scully, did you just quote a Beatles
song?” She moves closer to him, her stomach gently bumping against him,
and he tightens his arms behind her back. They haven’t been this close in too
long and he wishes they could stay like this, in this pure, perfect moment, for
a while longer.
“We should get going. I shouldn’t
have spent so much time at the office. Leaving was harder than I thought it
“Don’t feel guilty for leaving,
Scully. I’m sure Agent Doggett can take care of himself.”
“He deserves a partner, Mulder. I
always had one.” He’s quietly staring into her eyes.
“I know, but right now, you should
worry about the little agent in here,” he puts his hand on her stomach
carefully without breaking eye contact. The smile on her face tells him this is
right, “you don’t owe the FBI or him anything.”
“Thank you, Mulder.”
“You’re welcome. Now let’s go and
forget about the FBI for a couple of hours. We don’t want to be late, do we? We
need to learn how to breathe after all.” Together, he thinks and grins at
her before he puts his hand on her back leading her out the door.
Yoongi hadn’t seen the standee he’d liberated from the BigHit offices since he’d given it to Jin at that crazy gift exchange / Christmas party a few weeks ago. He hadn’t seen it and - well - it bugged the fuck out of him. He’d at least expected Jin to make a big show about standing it up in some agonizing part of the dorm. YOongi hoped it wouldn’t be in the bathroom at the bottom of the toilet bowl to encourage the Kids to aim better - but thought that a distinct possibility.
However even that would be preferable to - well - nothing. And there was no sign of his little gift - not even in Jin’s trash. Not that Yoongi had looked….hard…
It finally bugged him so much he had even asked Jin, who had smiled his little mysterious smile in Yoongi’s direction and had refused to answer his question. Just shrugged those beautiful shoulders of his and told Yoongi to “not worry about it.”
So Yoongi tried, and tried again. And then tried harder. He would almost succeed in forgetting about the fact that his gift to Jin had gone missing, hadn’t been put up on display, had been apparently forgotten and cast aside by everybody but him - INCLUDING by the person who got the gift, his very own Forever Roommate Jin who he thought would care enough for his face to at least want to see him when he had to pee.
He would almost forget and then Jimin would come strutting out of the bathroom wearing the underwear Hope had given him, or Namjoon would buy another pack of wet wipes (having gone through the original pack given to him by Jin almost right away and getting addicted instantly), and it would all come back - HIS gift had apparently been thrown away.
And ok, maybe it hurt more than he wanted to admit. So he pouted.
He was pouting a few days later, when Jin called him from the house one night around dinner time. He asked Yoongi to stop by his office in the BigHit building on the way home from work to pick up a script he needed for one of his classes. Yoongi didn’t grumble about doing something for his ungrateful roommate any more than usual, ok not much more than usual - but all of his grumbles stopped when he opened Jin’s closed office door and turned on the light.
There, in the place of honor right to the right of Jin’s pink keyboard, was Yoongi’s acrylic stand, literally inches away from the script he was supposed to find and bring home. There was no way he could miss seeing it. And in that second, Yoongi knew that Jin had known he was upset, and this was how he was gently making it better. Yoongi was thankful it was after hours because he couldn’t wipe the big dopey grin off of his face. Here he was thinking that Jin had thrown his gift away, when in fact - he had done just the opposite, done more than Yoongi had ever imagined.
He got home as quickly as he could, jumping in a car and all but running into the dorms. Dinner smells were beginning to leak through the apartment, and Jin was muttering at the stove, apparently giving a pep talk to the meal they were about to eat. Yoongi didn’t say a word and just swooped in for a back hug, firmly wrapped his arms around Jin’s waist - burying his nose in the t-shirt Jin was wearing that smelled like cooking and their room and HOME.
“Hmmmmm,” Jin said, “Min Yoongi I presume…:
Yoongi didn’t answer.
What’s going on, everything ok, did you find the script??”
Instead of crying to Jin about how much it really did mean to him to see his little standee on Jin’s desk, instead of causing a scene by declaring his eternal love for his forever roommate right at dinner time, Yoongi just hugs Jin a little tighter (so tight he squeaks) and tucks his smile closer into Jin’s back while he whispers “Everything’s great Jinnie, I found the script no problem. I’m just really glad to be home.”
what’s up it’s almost 8am and i just spent like two hours tweaking the first drawing of claire from a year ago to make her significantly more on-model so my header looks better (old on the left, new on the right)
the more i watch this, the funnier this gets to me…
victor rubs his thumb over yuri’s bottom lip, slips his skate between yuri’s skates, and purrs to yuri about his hidden allure. then he tells yuri to think long and hard about what eros means to him, and this is yuri’s reaction…
no wonder victor just kinda rolls with it when yuri says his eros is katsudon. like. he’s done EVERYTHING HE CAN, he’s exposed himself as often as it is legal, he was damn close to kissing him…
Put “GET FLUFFY” In my askbox and I’ll have no choice but to be a fluffy mcfluffertin and use a number generator to see what fluff u get
9. Piggyback ride
…Now before you get any /sick/ ideas, he fell asleep on my back. I found the poor thing on a train that I had to take for Prime Minister business. After giving him a proper meal and getting to know this bo- Eeez… I decided to at least let him stay with me for a few days. Or at least until he wants to go back with his little family. He told me he’s waiting for someone very important to come back. I couldn’t very well take him away from a promise so important. Its important to keep your promises, irmao. He wouldn’t stop talking about you and how much he misses you. Never break your promises to children, @badlydrawntykimikk.