settle-down-frohike  asked:

35) things you said that made me feel real Turn-about is fair play homeskillet! 😘

Thank you so much for the prompt! No fluff this time :D

Deep in the night, they find her. They always find her.

She cowers when they tear and gnaw at her; her skin falling off, her resolve diminishing into darkness. A darkness where she can’t even hide. All she can do, all she needs to do is fight. So she struggles, she screams and thrashes around.

Until she finally wakes up.

Panting heavily, her heart racing, pounding, racing, trying to escape her chest. Trying to escape this reality. What is real, she thinks, counting to ten (like she’s learned since she’s been… back) and feeling her breathing return to normal ever so slowly.

Another nightmare.

Scully needs to remember this. Just a nightmare. None of it is real. She repeats these words, mouths them to herself here in the dark, but they feel hollow. There are no pictures, nothing to cling to or be angry at. Just feelings. And Dana Scully has never been good with handling feelings.

“Scully? You awake?” The knock on her door is soft; so soft she would not have heard it had she been asleep.

“I’m awake.” She lets him know, hoping he’ll just stroll in. This is the first time they’ve had adjoining rooms while on a case. Sometimes they’re not even on the same floor or in same building complex. Mulder opens the door and strolls in as if it were the middle of the day and not dead night.

“Can’t sleep?” Scully asks him before he can say anything else; question why she’s awake at this hour. She’s seen herself after her nightmares; the tear-streaked face, the pale complexion. It’s dark here in the room with the only source of light a sputtering street light outside. He’s walking closer to the bed and Scully thinks back to their first case when he let her have his bed while he told her about his sister’s abduction. Right now she hopes he doesn’t want her to return the favor.

“I haven’t been sleeping well.” He pulls up a chair and sits close to her bed, but not too close. She can see him better now; shadows playing on his face, his eyes alert and curious. But she keeps quiet. Scully can tell he wants her to admit the same. She flushes with horror thinking he might have heard her scream out from her nightmare. The first few nights her mother had stayed with her and after her Melissa. Both, with teary, pitiful eyes had told her about her night terrors. What are those dreams about? Her sister had wanted to know. Scully had not told her. Could not tell anyone.

“You could watch some TV?” She offers. “I was about to turn it on myself.”

“Hm.” The chair squeaks as Mulder stretches out his legs, almost touching the bedpost. “Does this happen every night, Scully?” The gentleness in his voice surprises her as much as his question and she startles.

“What do you mean?” Scully wills her voice to be steady, to be strong.

“Scully, come on.” He leans forward, his elbows on his knees. His face is still so far away it seems, yet she feels like he’s invading her personal space.

“I have nightmares from time to time,” she admits, “Everyone has them.”

“Not like this.”

“Well, not everyone has experienced what I have, Mulder.” She doesn’t mean to sound so irritated and she almost apologizes. Almost.

“I know that, Scully,” his voice is so soft, like a caress and she immediately feels the anger subside again, “I just – maybe you should have taken some more time off.”

“No. I want to work. It… it helps.”

“Can I help you, too?”


“Just… can I stay here? Just for tonight? I’ll behave.” Mulder promises with a chuckle.

“What do you mean stay here?”

“In this chair. Just… just in case.”

“Mulder, you need to sleep. You can’t sleep in a chair.”

“Watch me.” Another chuckle. “Please, Scully.” His voice is pleading and she’s glad now that it’s too dark to see his face. She can hear everything she doesn’t want to know in his voice. Her mother told her how much Mulder suffered when she was gone. She’s never seen it; has not seen a difference in him in the daylight. Now, though… now she understands.

“All right,” she settles back down, facing him. “You can stay.” Her voice is barely above a whisper; she can’t speak these words loudly, afraid they might sound like defeat. Mulder’s even, certain breathing is a peaceful lullaby, rocking her back to sleep.

They’re back. Laughing at her in the darkness, their hands reaching for her. Grabbing. Tearing at her arms, scratching her skin.

“Scully, hey, it’s all right.” The voice is above her, somewhere, and she gasps. The hands, though, they’re still there. The darkness keeps its hold on her, tries to drag her down.

“It’s all right, you’re here. You’re here with me. It’s Mulder.”

If only her eyes would open, she thinks, reaching out her hand. Something tender brushes her cheek, then the other one. Warm. Warm and solid.

“Open your eyes, Scully,” the voice is closer, drowns out the darkness and pulls her up, “Look at me. This is real. I’m real.”

“Mulder?” She mumbles, her eyes blinking furiously, waking up.

“Yes, it’s me.” The relief in his voice is palpable and finally her eyes snap fully open. There he is; his face close to hers. So close he’s almost blurry.

“Just a nightmare,” he assures her; the same words she used to calm herself earlier, “You had a nightmare. It was not real. None of it is real.” She can only nod. If she opens her mouth now, even if just to say thank you, the tears will flow. She is not ready. Not ready to let him see him like that.

Without another word, he puts his arms around her tightly, holding her. They’re lying there entwined, touching in places they’ve not dared feel before, breathing in the same air.

“I’ll be here.” He whispers against her mouth and Scully closes her eyes again. This is real, she reminds herself; he is real and I am.

We are real.

Scully sleeps and this time there’s no nightmare.

I’m very disapointed that the fandom haven’t already made this joke yet and that I needed to do it myself.

But here you have it, a very chilled Eclipsa. Uh, by the way, this may be considered spoiler-ish? so yeah, watch out for that….
But if you’re reading this then you’re probably already seen the spoiler, so… whoops?

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   hey guys quick question before i actually
     get back to writing.     #1  or  #2    ??
Steve Rogers' Halfway House for Notorious Supervillains (Ch. 1)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works


While searching for Bucky after the fall of SHIELD, Steve and Sam stumble on something - someone - else.

Trying to deal with one traumatized, possibly ex-supervillain houseguest is a big enough challenge on its own. But no one ever said Steve’s life was easy. Or uncomplicated.


So I was going back and forth about whether to start posting a new unfinished WIP (other than Life in Reverse) and finally came down on the side of yes, because I have a large chunk of this one already written (two chapters finished and a third in progress) so, you know, why not. This fic has been in the works for a while, floating around and slowly in progress, but now that I’m posting it that means it’ll get bumped up to front burner status. (This does not, to be clear, mean that anything else is going to stop updating. I am perfectly capable of working on six things at once, and frequently do.)

This fic is one of those “self-indulgent” things that I write so often, smashing together a bunch of stuff that I love, including “beating up characters for fun and profit”, “weird friendships”, and “Steve and Loki interacting in literally every AU I write.” It’s set post-Winter Soldier in an AU that will become clear very quickly. At the moment I have no plans for it to go anywhere other than gen, but plans change and I am an incorrigible Steve/Loki shipper at heart, so you never know. This first chapter, for fair warning, has a lot of somewhat graphic description of the aftermath of fairly severe torture, so be warned about that. After this chapter that turns down somewhat.

Thanks to @portraitoftheoddity​ for her shameless encouragement of this fic, and to @ameliarating​, my incredible beta for this and literally everything else.

A note that I hope is unnecessary: yes, I’m aware that Bucky probably cannot fairly be called a supervillain. It makes a catchier title.



Just look at how far we’ve come. Only SEVEN DAYS remaining!!!

Breath of the Wild Countdown Posters Masterpost (Ver. 1)

Day 40 | Day 39 | Day 38 | Day 37 | Day 36 | Day 35 (Five Weeks Left) | Day 34 | Day 33 | Day 32 | Day 31 | Day 30 | Day 29 | Day 28 (Four Weeks/One Month Left) | Day 27 | Day 26 | Day 25 | Day 24 | Day 23 | Day 22 | Day 21 (Three Weeks Left) | Day 20 | Day 19 | Day 18 | Day 17 (Valentine’s Day) | Day 16 | Day 15 | Day 14 (Two Weeks Left) | Day 13 | Day 12 | Day 11 | Day 10 | Day 09 | Day 08 | Day 07 (One Week Left) |

I’m now at a place where I genuinely can and want to wash my hands of Sherlock. because even if they somehow attempted to fix it, or admitted it was part of something bigger (which I don’t think it is) this whole thing has been done so badly, and in such bad taste, that nothing they can do can make me see them in the same way anymore. It’s so strange because I spent five years thinking these people were clever and (more importantly) good people, striving to do good in the world. but now I can look back on this whole thing with a clear head I can see it for what it really was - a mess. It was just an utter shit heap of a mess. And tbh I don’t think they are very nice people. They’re actually really fucking horrible lol. I’m just glad I can see that now and not feel that awful guilt or doubt that I used to feel.

Once, I was helping this guy with his chemistry homework and when he finally submitted the answer and the computer told him it was correct, we were both like, ‘yay!’, he said ‘thank you’, I said ‘no problem’, and sat back down in my seat. Then, he turns to me, his expression absolutely serious, and he says, “I appreciate you.” and I do this double take like “that wasnt a joke, was it?” And it was just a little jarring because of 1) he was actually serious and 2) how deeply I was moved by it. Like, it was just three words, completely of the blue, but it made me so…well, appreciated? And happy? And after my initial shock, I reply with another thank you and a “dang, you don’t hear that a lot”. And, working on his next hw problem, he’s just like, “Yeah, I try to say it as much as I can. Otherwise, how are people supposed to know?” and that was just the most casual, wonderful gesture of kindness that I’ve experienced.  

I just had probably one of the best days in my college career yet, and I’m just so happy? Like I’ve haven’t laughed this long and hard in a long time?


tagged: @prcyer​ :*
tagging: @sylphboned, @lewissiblings, @reclaimingsecond, @soulofvalor, @coramxnobis, @palmburnt, @chronolockcd, @byersxbrother, @deucalionsdarcy, @effervescentxlily

A - Age: about to turn 20 B)

B - Biggest fear: pretty typical existential bullshit

C - Current time: 6:48am

D - Drink you last had: water

E - Every day starts with: gently punching my significant other

F - Favourite song: my favorite song right now has been prison sporks by ceschi

G - Ghosts, are they real?: not to be That Person™ but ive seen some shit ?? so im gonna tentatively say yes until offered some other explanation, occam’s razor.

I - In love with: my husband, my friends

K - Killed someone: lmao accidentally ive almost killed a few people, including myself but no one has actually died yet ! yay !

L - Last time you cried: last night over something cute the loml said it was… so embarrassing

M - Middle name: ugh

N - Number of siblings: one, and three sibling-in-laws

O - One wish: for my cooking to be appreciated

P - Person you last called/texted: my mom !

Q - Questions you are always asked: “so you’re like romanian??” (no im not) “don’t you like read fortunes and stuff/will you read my fortune??” (i can, but this is not an inherently romani trait so the answer to racists is: no) “aren’t you just white?” (nah lmao) “did that hurt?” (in regards to my septum, i don’t actually mind this one. no it didn’t hurt surprisingly, just made my eyes water like fucking niagra falls) 

R - Religion: n/a, spiritual with pagan roots but ? unaffiliated

S - Song last sang: prison sporks by ceschi lmao

T - Time you woke up: 6:00am

U - Underwear colour: multicolor B) it’s like white with a blue and purple and pink pattern, they’re cute as hell & make my butt look [good shit meme]

V - Vacation destination: AUSTRALIA !!!!!

W - Worst habit: forgetting to eat and generally take care of myself

X - X-Rays you’ve had: teeth, face & jaw, right leg, left arm, stomach, ??? a bunch that i can’t remember ?? a lot basically

Y - Your favourite food: goulash !!! chicken nuggets, sushi, rice

Z- Zodiac sign: pisces !