we need to talk about william!!!

when Marlen ( @sanathequeen ) and I hang out so basically the whole time we just constantly talk about skam AND IF TODAYS WILLIAMS DAY YALL KNOW WE GONNA BE ANNOYED. like we will prob just complain about why he needed to be in there now??? which is a very good question indeed likeWHY

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“One of my favorite filmmakers, especially when I was in film school, is Lynne Ramsay. And Lynne’s first few films, she was notorious for blending actors and non-actors in Ratcatcher and Morvern Callar. And she always spoke about the tension that arises where the trained actor cannot rely on old tricks, cannot rely on muscle memory to react to the person they’re in scene with. So it was something I spoke to James [Laxton, the cinematographer] about because we knew our shooting style would be altered a little bit; when you’re working with a non-actor you can’t be as rigorous with some of the technical aspects of the process… We did a lot of work searching for non-actors that we felt like we could trust in scene to give us what we needed as characters not just the people they were. But I didn’t direct them any differently than I did the others. There was something about speaking to Alex Hibbert that was different than speaking to Mahershala Ali. But I tried to use the same voice. Over the course of the project - who was a non-actor, who was an actor - that line became blurred to the point of non-distinction… My direction to a guy like Alex Hibbert, who’s never acted before, who plays Little in the first story was maybe, to be honest, more direct than it was to the actors. Rather than talking about emotions or meaning, I’d talked to Alex about what we needed to do. And then it got to the point where I would start telling him and then he’d be like, “No, no, no, no, no, I got it, I got it Barry.” Just a brilliant kid.”

- Barry Jenkins, on working with non-actors, Masterclass at Rotterdam International Film Festival

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On top of doing hand model sheets for both Eugene and Rapunzel I felt like it was really important to do some feet poses for Rapunzel.
Truth be told, I only saw the film version once and so I was somewhat unfamiliar with it. As I went back in to it and talked with Glen a little about the character I noticed how Glen always had her doing interesting things with her feet. It is something that is probably obvious to all of the Tangled fans out there but it was new to me. So I felt like we really needed to nail down there expressive nature.

So this is it

Who had this theory that all the mains will resolve their issues these last episode? I`m sorry, but I have forgotten who it was. Anyway. It seems to be just right!

Eva, who was without friends in the first season, and too dependent to her boyfriend, got her birthday party, and is grown up, independant and sorrounded by friends. 

Noora finally TALKED  to (and probably fucked) William. I know a lot of you hate it, but the fact that they have talked, and are willing to try a relationship, even if the risk is that it doesn`t last, that is good. Very good. We need to take risks and trust people sometimes, even if they have been acting like idiots. 

Now Isak is up, and his issue is about talking to Even, I suppose. I think he needs to tell Even some of the things he is ashamed of, and listen to the things that Even is willing to share. We`ll see. 

Finally, we will se Sana`s happy ending. I imagine that we will get hope for a relationship with Yousef, and we will see that she is finding a way to handle her faith and relationship somehow, and comfort with her friends and family. That`s my guess.  

I am certain that this is happening, and i am so looking forward to it all! 

Daddy Dearest-William Nylander

Anon request: Could you do a William Nylander where you used to date and a few years later he find out you had a kid belonged to him?

This one was hard to write and I started it over multiple times but I’m pretty proud of the final product! Also I love me some William Nylander so I was all for it. 

Warnings: none

Word count: 2058

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I think the reason Vilde has been acting really annoying this season and last season compared to 1 and 2 is because it’s from Isak and Sana’s eyes and they probably find her the most extra when compared to Eva and Noora. We spent a lot of time taking perspectives into consideration when we discussed Jonas or Noora throughout the seasons, and I think this is the same kind of situation with Vilde. In season 1, we were seeing her for the first time so she was a bit in our faces but we quickly warm up to her and love her like Eva. In season 2, we see through Noora’s perceptive eyes that she has an eating problem and needs help and we feel bad for her with the William situation because Noora feels guilty. And season 3, we see her as this rumor spreading little lady who only cares about kosegruppa and her buns, and we also see her as Magnus’s target of attraction. Eventually Isak warms up to her as well, but its at the very very end. It’s been very interesting to see Vilde through Sana’s eyes because shes been all MagnusMagnusMagnus so far. Whether she’s overcompensating for her hidden feelings for girls, or that this is the first proper boyfriend shes had and she wants to talk about him all the time, or she literally just loves sex and wants to talk about it, one thing we know for sure because of how we ourselves are feeling about her: Sana is finding her hella annoying.

O Helga Natt, yousana style (for tomorrow’s clip)

Hey!

So here I am again with this fic that it’s going to be based on what I’d like to see tomorrow (final clip of 4x09) between Yousana + all the squads scheming together to get those two to talk

I really hope you enjoy it and that it’s not confusing with all the conversations.

———————–x—————————

Have the world’s best summer”

He read it over and over again trying to make sense of what had happened.

For a moment he thought that Sana was finally giving him a chance, he had been over the moon for 5 minutes, the time that it took for her to answer to his text saying that she couldn’t meet him and that she wished he had a nice summer, the world’s best summer, well guess what, he wasn’t.

He looked down at his phone and noticed he had one more notification, a missed call from Noora. Why would Noora called him? He was about to find out.

“Hello?” Noora said

“Hi, Noora? I have a missed call from you?”

“Oh, yes, it’s true. I called you yesterday”

“What for?” Yousef asked

“Uh…well actually it’s because you weren’t answering Sana’s text. I know it sounds stupid but I was worried”

“I left my phone at work and I haven’t got it until now” Yousef explained

“That makes sense.” Noora said “So, did you text Sana back?”

“Yes”

“And when are you meeting?”

“Apparently never” he said bitterly

“Huh?”

“I asked her if we could meet on Friday and she said that she can’t this week and that she wishes I have a nice summer”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“I wish”

“Ah, I can’t believe this girl!” Noora said exasperated

“It’s okay Noora, she’s just not interested in me. I get it”

“No Yousef, you don’t get it. Look, I shouldn’t tell you this but she was really excited to meet you, she…she likes you Yousef and if she’s cancelled your date it’s because something must’ve happened”

“What do you mean she likes me? She doesn’t”

“She does and I’m going to find out what is going on”

“Wait! What should I do? Should I text her? Should I go to see her?”

“No, she clearly needs space. I’ll fix it, we’ll fix it”

“We?”

“I’ll find help, you just…keep on with your life like nothing happened”

“Noora, you just told me that the girl I’m in love with likes me back, you can’t expect me to act like nothing happened”

“For this plan to work you’ll have to”

“What plan?”

“Bye Yousef”

“Noora! What plan?” he said but she had already hanged up the phone.

Yousef sighed and sat down on the bed.

“She likes me” he whispered to himself with a goofy smile “she likes me”

—-x—-


“Pick up, pick up, pick up” Noora said pacing around her room nervously

“Hello?”

“Elias? Hi it’s Noora, Sana’s friend”

“Uh…hi?”

“I know this is weird but I need to talk with you”

“How did you get my number?”

“Vilde”

“Okay…what do you want to talk about?”

“What do you think about Sana and Yousef?” Noora just asked

“What do you mean?”

“What do you think about Sana and Yousef being together? Are you okay with that?”

“Sana and Yousef? I thought Yousef was with you”

“No! Why everybody keeps thinking that?. There’s nothing between us. He’s in love with your sister and she’s pretty much in love with him too”

“Oh…okay uh…Well, I’ve seen those two pining for each other since they met”

“So, you’re okay with them being together?”

“Yes, yes, I’m totally okay with it”

“Cool, ‘cause I need your help”

“My help with what?” Elias asked confused

“We need to get those two to talk. I have a plan. Are you in?”

“Yes, I’m in but what is the plan?”

“Meet me at my house in two hours and I’ll tell you. Oh! And bring the rest boys, they all need to know. And of course you can’t tell anything to Yousef or Sana”

 —x—

“Okay, everyone’s here right?” Noora said as she stood in the middle of the Kollektiv living room

Vilde, Eva and Chris were sitting on one of the couches while Mikael, Adam and Mutta sat in the other one. Isak and Even were also there both sitting on the floor with Isak between Even’s legs and his back resting against his chest. Eskild and Linn were also sitting on the floor around the table. Finally Elias was standing right beside Noora.

“Why are we here exactly?” Eskild asked

“Well, actually I don’t really need you or Linn but since you also live here I thought you could hang out with us if you wanted” Noora said shrugging

“So I don’t have to be here? I can go to my room?” Linn asked

“Yes, Linn you can”

See ya” Linn said standing up and leaving.

“Eskild?”

“Oh no Noora, I’m staying”

“Okay, so the thing is…we need to talk about Sana and Yousef”

“We need to get those two together and soon before Yousef leaves” Elias added

“So Sana likes Yousef? I mean we all knew Yousef’s been in love with her for years but Sana too?”

“Sana likes him a lot!” Vilde said excited

“She told me” Eskild added

“And me!” Isak said

“Okay so long story short, I got Sana to text Yousef so they could meet but then she backed off and…” Noora started

“I’ve talked to my mom. I asked her if she knew something about Yousef and Sana, I told her how I thought they liked each other and I really thought they should be together. Well, she told me that Sana received Yousef’s message while being with her and that she told Sana that she should think about the difficulties she’d have to face if she married Yousef. So basically?” Elias continued

“She backed off because she’s scared” Noora ended

Everyone in the room looked at them trying to process all the information.

“Are you sure you want to be with William, Noora? I mean you two would make a powerful couple” Eskild said pointing at Noora and Elias

“We’re here to talk about Sana and Yousef, Eskild” Noora said rolling her eyes “Okay so I talked to Yousef and I told him Sana liked him and that I’d fix it so that’s why we’re here, to fix it”

“And how are we going to do that?” Eva asked

“Well, we need to lie to them” Elias said

“On Friday Sana will be with us, we will be driving around with our van” Noora explained

“And us boys, we will be with Yousef and we will take him some place he and my sister apparently went in their first and only sort of date. Sana told Noora about it apparently” Elias said

“Yes, she told me that they had been playing basketball and that they had talked, like really talk, for the first time so I think it’d be nice if we plan their meeting there”

“So we will take Yousef there” Elias explained to the boys “Isak, Even you two can come if you want and also your boys. And the girls…”

“We will drive around with Sana and we will take her there without her knowing” Noora finished

Again everyone just stared at them.

“Yeah, I see what you mean” Mutta told Eskild pointing at Noora and Elias “They definitely make an interesting couple”

“Can we focus?” Elias said clapping his hands

“Have you understood what you have to do?” Noora asked “Any questions?”

Eskild raised his hand slowly

“Yes Eskild?”

“I have a question” he said turning to look at Adam and Mikael who were sitting on the couch “How long have you two been dating?”

“What? what are you talking about?” Adam said removing his arm from Mikael’s shoulder and sitting straight.

“You’ve been holding hands since you arrived” Eskild said

“No, we haven’t” Mikael said

“There’s nothing between us, we’re bros that’s it” Adam added

“Okay…whatever…not pressuring you. Just know that my gaydar never fails” Eskild winked at them

“We’re not together” Mikael said

“We’re not. Come on guys say something” Adam looked around waiting for someone to defend them but they were all awkwardly silent.

Guys?” Mikael asked

Even held back a smirk while Elias looked at the floor and Mutta scratched the back of his neck.

“So, what time should we meet tomorrow?” Mutta asked breaking the silence

“Around 8 will be okay, any more questions?” Noora said

 —x—

“Where are we going? I thought we were going to chill at Adam’s” Yousef said on Friday evening as he walked with the boys

“We were, but we thought that we could go to another cool place instead” Elias said

“What cool place?”

“Well…”

 –x–

“Why are you stopping Chris?” Sana asked as she sat inside their Loser van

“Uh, I think we can rest for awhile here” Chris said

“Where are we?” Sana said trying to look at the windows but Noora Vilde and Eva were blocking her view

“Okay Sana? We need to talk” Noora said

 –x–

“What are we doing here?” Yousef said when he realized where he was “What is this?”

“Yousef man, we need to talk” Elias said “We need to talk about my sister”

“Sana? What about her?”

Well, see that van parked over there?” Elias said pointing behind him “She’s inside”

“What? Why? What is going on?” Yousef said anxiously

–x–

“Sana…look where we are” Eva said moving so she could see

Sana got closer to the window and recognized the place instantly. They were on the basketball court where she and Yousef had had their first and only real conversation.

“But how? Why? What are we doing here?” Sana asked confused

“Yousef is here, Sana” Noora said “And you two need to talk”

“Noora…”

“Just listen to me okay?” she said “Sana that boy, he’s in love with you and you’re in love with him and I know you’re scared because you think that you two can’t be together, I know you think that it’ll be impossible but Sana he’s a good guy, you know that. He would never do anything to hurt you. And look, at the end of the day, this is your decision and we will respect it but you need to at least talk to him and tell him how you feel.”

 –x–

“Yousef I know you’re in love with my sister”

“Elias…I…”

“And she’s in love with you”

“What?”

“She’s in love with you but she’s scared. She thinks that you two can’t be together because you’re not muslim. But you are Yousef, you are the most muslim boy I know, you’re the best guy I know and I wouldn’t want anyone else for my sister. And I know you two can make it work. All you have to do is talk to each other, prove to her that you’re worth it”

 –x–

“Sana, are you really in love with him?” Noora asked

Sana nodded holding back the tears

“So go there and tell him”

 –x–

“Yousef, are you really in love with her?” Elias asked

Yousef nodded closing his eyes

“So go there and tell her”

 –x–

Sana took a deep breath and got out of the van. A few meters from her she saw Yousef standing with Elias and the rest of the boys, but he wasn’t looking at them, he was looking at him.

 –x–

Yousef saw her getting out of the van, his heart skipped a beat and before he could stop himself he started walking towards her, his eyes never leaving hers.

 –x–

She walked towards him and for a moment it was like the rest of the world didn’t exist. It was as if she was walking in slow motion, her eyes never leaving his.

 –x–

They kept walking towards each other until they were only a step away.

“I’m in love with you” both of them said at the same time

They stared at each other’s eyes, trying to process their words.

“I’m sorry” again, they spoke at the same time.

Yousef couldn’t help but chuckle while Sana shook her head smiling. They either didn’t talk at all or they wanted to talk at the same time.

“You first” Yousef nodded

“I’m sorry Yousef, I’m sorry for giving you mixed signals and for being always back and forth with you. I just…I’m in love with you but I’m scared, scared that we won’t work. I thought…I thought that I’d rather lose you now than in a few years” she said as tears were rolling down her face

“But you don’t have to lose me. Sana, I’m in love with you, I’ve been in love with you pretty much since I met you. And I know it’s not going to be easy and that we will have bad moments but I think that the good moments will be totally worth it. Sana I respect you and I respect your faith and I would never ever do anything to make you feel uncomfortable.”

“I know you wouldn’t…” She said sniffling

He swallowed hard trying to keep his own tears from falling

“Sana is your choice and I’ll respect it but…don’t you think that a chance of being together is worth the risk?”

“It won’t be easy” she warned him

“I don’t want easy, I want you, just the way you are”

“And you’re leaving tomorrow” she said looking at the floor

“I’m not”

“What?” she looked up at him frowning

“You said you couldn’t meet this week so I postponed the flight a month” he said shrugging

“What? Why would you do that?”

“Don’t you remember? Alt for deg girl”

Sana’s face lit up and her lips curved into a big smile. She took the step that was keeping them apart and wrapped her arms around his neck. He was taken aback for a moment but soon hugged her back.

“Does this mean you’re giving us a chance?” he whispered in her ear

She pulled apart and looked at him with a big smile

“Yes”

“Yeah?” he asked smiling

“Yes” she nodded

“SHE SAID YES!” he shouted using his hands to amplify his voice

Suddenly everyone started to cheer them, on one side the girl squad who had been standing by the van the whole time and were now hugging each other, and on the other side the balloon squad and the boy squad who were clapping their hands and patting each other’s backs excited.

“They’re going to think that you just proposed to me or something” Sana laughed

“I can’t help it. I’m the happiest man alive right now. Are you happy?” he asked grinning at her

“I’m happy” she said smiling right back at him.

——-x——

Prompt:  Hey I don’t know if you’re taking any prompts but I have one based on today’s clip… Noora has had enough of the will they/won’t they with Yousana, and decides to get the girl squad, balloon squad, boy squad/Evak etc to help her FINALLY get yousana together to talk and admit their feelings for each other. Basically everyone scheming to get those kids together.. thank you xx

So this is it!

I hope you’ve liked it!

If Julie screws up tomorrow at least we will always have this

Just imagine that Yousef and Sana walking towards each other was in slow motion okay?

And YES I’m going to hint at Elias x Noora and Mikael x Adam for the rest of my life until they’re canon

Thank you so much for reading!!!

But can we talk about this gif for a second?
Look at it, they are so in character:

Martin Fremann (Bilbo): “I don’t know why I’m doing this, but fuck it, I do it anyway.”
Richard Armitage (Thorin): “I’m a very important dwarf, doing very important practice, because it’s important”
James Nesbitt (Bofur): “HahahahaAHAHAHAA, LOOK AT HOW RIDICULOUS I LOOK! THIS IS SO FUN!!”
Graham McTavish (Dwalin): “I’m doing it wrong, but I pull this through until the bitter end.”
Adam Brown (Ori): “Look at me, I’m a cutie patootie!”
Jed Brophy (Nori): “Wheee~ I’m gonna need this for my next raid~”
William Kircher (Bifur): “I may have an axe stuck in my head, but I’m gonna show you spring chicken how to do this proper”


Perfect cast, Ladies and Gentleman.

Love and First Sight: Chapter One

Vice Principal Larry Johnston extends his hand.

To clarify: I don’t see this. I hear the swish of his shirtsleeve.

“Nice to meet you, William.”

The fabric sound plays again&emdash;the hand retracting.

“I’m sorry, I guess you can’t do that now, can you? You probably want to feel my face?”

He grabs my arm and smacks my palm against his cheek, knocking me off balance so I have to step into the musk of his aftershave.

“Where do you normally start? Eyes? Nose? Mouth?”

He shifts my fingers across the front of his face with each suggestion. His skin is rough and pockmarked, like the outside of an orange.

“No, actually, I don’t do that,” I say, pulling my hand away. “I identify people based on their voices.”

“And…also…” I add. I can’t resist. “Yes?” he asks, all eager to please.

“Well, I don’t usually touch faces, but I am gifted with a heightened sense of smell that allows me to recognize a person’s pheromones, which are concentrated just below the ear, so if you wouldn’t mind … ?”

I touch my pointer finger to my nose.

His excitement drops. “Oh…you want to…smell… my ear?”

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anonymous asked:

Msr 15, 35, 72! I'd love to see how you do this! X

Lovely anon, this can be read as a stand alone or a companion piece to this prompt and this one. It’s Mulder, Scully and William and they’re all happy and waiting for baby No.2. Sorry, I’m all about the fluff these days.

“I’d kill for a coffee…literally.” + “Take your medicine.” + “Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now.”

It’s almost over, finally.

38 weeks, two more to go, Mulder muses while picking up one of William’s toys. His son, sitting on the living room floor, is singing one of his favorite songs. Or at least he’s trying to. Mulder fears no one but him would even recognize it. Watching his young son, so immersed in his own little world, he falls in love with him a little bit more. If that’s at all possible.

“Is the baby coming today, daddy?” William holds up his pudgy arms when he sees his father approach him. Mulder picks him up and plants him on the couch next to him. As much as patience is a virtue, his son doesn’t have any to speak of. Not that Mulder can blame him; he can’t wait for the birth of their second child either.  

“Hm, no, Buddy. The baby needs to stay inside your mom’s belly a while longer.” Disappointment flashes on the boy’s face.

“But,” Mulder tips Will’s chin up, “how about we go out for some ice cream while we’re waiting?” His son squeals in excitement, jumping up and down on the couch. He’s lucky Scully isn’t home; neither of them is allowed to jump on the furniture. Scully explicitly gave that speech to both of them after they were caught using the bed as a trampoline.

Will is still furiously jumping up and down when the front door opens. Startled, Will changes course mid-air and lands right in Mulder’s lap. On very sensitive equipment. He yelps loudly, causing his son to turn around too quickly, his arms still in the air. A tiny, yet very sharp elbow lands right in his nose.

“Did I hurt you, daddy?” Will plumps down on his lap and puts both his hands on Mulder’s cheeks, staring at him intently.

“I’m fine, Buddy.”

“Mommy, daddy is bleeding!”

“I really can’t leave the two of you alone.” Scully lets her purse fall right at the door and waddles over as quickly as possible, her face red and sweaty, and Mulder would apologize if his nose wasn’t throbbing so badly. Will watches as his mother carefully examines Mulder’s nose.

“It’s not broken,” she decides, “We just need to stop the bleeding.”

“Does it hurt, daddy? What about the ice cream?” Will carefully puts his index finger on his father’s nose, nudging it carefully.  

“Ice cream?” Scully asks, gently tipping Mulder’s head forwards and pinching his nose shut.

“Daddy said ice cream! Cause no baby today.” Will informs Scully with a huge grin. She turns to look at Mulder, who can neither talk nor nod.

“Mulder, I need you to pinch your nose like this.”

“I can do it!” William exclaims happily.

“Baby, you can help me in the kitchen.” The boy is immediately convinced and jumps off his father’s lap. Mulder winces.

“I told you: no jumping on the furniture, Mulder.” Scully whispers and leaves a kiss on his cheek. Mulder pinches his nose just like Scully showed him and thinks he should have asked for her to bring ice for another part of his anatomy, too. It’s a good thing she’s pregnant already. He’s currently not sure his equipment is still working right.

“Daddy, I bring you medicine.” William announces, holding the ice pack with both hands like a priceless treasure.

“Put it on his nose, Will.” Scully tells him and he nods. Will climbs up the couch and right back into Mulder’s lap. He puts the ice pack on his nose, his little tongue sticking put in concentration, and Mulder sighs in relief. His son observes him curiously, trying to figure out if he’s doing it right.

“Great job, baby,” Will beams at Mulder upon hearing Scully’s praise. “Now, Mulder open up for us.” Scully is way too happy about his discomfort, he finds. Opening his mouth sounds so easy in theory, but Will is taking his job as ice pack holder seriously.

“Come on, Mulder.” Scully urges.

“Take your medicine.” Will joins in, sounding eerily like his mother already. Finally two pills that Mulder doesn’t recognize pass his lips and he tries to swallow them dry, almost choking. Scully puts a glass to his lips and carefully tips his head backwards.

“You did good.” His son pats his cheek, happy with himself. “Now can we have ice cream… please?”

“I think your dad needs some rest,” Mulder knows that it’s Scully who need to rest and so he nods at Will, who looks disappointed, “Maybe tomorrow.”

“No baby and no ice cream,” Will sighs, “Today is not a good day for Will.” He shuffles off, leaving Mulder and Scully alone for the moment.

“Hi.” He tells her and leans forward for a kiss, but Scully leans away from him.

“Pinch your nose, Mulder.” He does as he’s told.

“You’re home early. Where’s your mother?” Just because he’s pinching his nose, doesn’t mean he can’t talk. No matter how nasal and stupid he sounds. Scully had been happy to go see her mother this morning. Being heavily pregnant in August, right during a heat wave was not fun – for any of them. Least of all for Scully, though.

“She dropped me off.” Her snappy response is all he needs to know. Maggie Scully might be one of the most patient people Mulder has ever met, but her daughter has not been herself those last few days.

“Did you have fun?” He regrets the question as soon as it’s out. If only he would catch a hint every once in a while, keep his mouth shut, and accept her simple answers. But no, not him.

“Oh, Mulder!” Scully slaps his shoulder and he’s certain she didn’t mean to hurt him. Except she sometimes has no idea how strong she really is. “You know I love you, right?” Those words are not at all what he expected, especially after her recent outburst, and so he’s taken aback. He finds his words right before she hits him again.

“Of course I do, Scully. I love you, too, you know that.”

“I’m so tired, Mulder.” Her head lands on his shoulder, the same one she just violated, and it’s like a band-aid on the sore spot.

“Of being pregnant?”

“No, I mean yes. It’s just too hot and my body looks everything but.” She leans against him, feeling heavy and sweaty, but he puts his arm around her anyway, drawing her even closer. He puts his hand on her belly, stroking it softly.

“Your body is very hot, Scully.”

“And,” she completely ignores his comment, “I’d kill for a coffee…literally.”

“Hey, you need me once two of our offspring are running around here.”

“I already need you with the one.” Scully yawns, cuddling into his side and getting more comfortable.

“I could take Will to have ice cream. Give you some time to yourself.”

“And my bladder.” If their child would stop playing football with it, maybe she could get some actual rest. Getting up from the couch is a two person job these days, but just as Mulder is about to help her, she stops and freezes.

“Scully? Is that – did your - did your water just break? Scully, your water just broke!” Mulder is on his feet and his ice pack falls to the ground, momentarily forgotten.

“What do you need? Where is your suitcase? We’re prepared, we are, I know it.” He’s running in circles around Scully like a squirrel.

“Mulder, stop,” she tells him quietly, holding her stomach, “We have time.” He stares at her, open-mouthed and wide-eyed. “Get the suitcase from upstairs, take Will and I’ll call my mom from the car.”

“Is that all?” Mulder is out of breath; his nose throbs painfully, but there’s no time to think right now. The baby! His mind screams. This time he’ll be there for every single moment. He’ll get his hand crushed, he’ll get yelled at and then he’ll hold his newborn child. He’ll be by Scully’s side for every excruciating second. Mulder already feels woefully inadequate when he sees her sweaty, tired face. This is only the beginning and he knows how strong Scully is, knows it with every fiber of his being, but if only he could do something. Something to help her.

“Do you need anything else?” He’s already at the stairs, ready to sprint, ready to get them on the way.

“Just smile,” she tells him, panting, “I really need to see you smile right now.” That he can do, he thinks. He flashes a huge smile, full of teeth and wrinkles, and when he hears her chuckle, he sprints upstairs to get them ready. To have another baby.

Moments. Chapter 13: Yes

Idea explained here

You can read all the parts here

(I’ve decided to put the prompts in the end from now on so it’s not like a spoiler or anything)


Chapter 13: Yes

“You start your last year of uni on Monday, are you excited?”

“I guess?” Sana said looking up from his book

They were in her living room, Sana sitting on one of the couches reading while Yousef lied on the other one going through his phone

“You guess?”

“No, I mean, I’m excited but I’m also kind of scared”

“Ah, you’re going to do great. You’re a genius”

“You think that because I’m smarter than you, but that’s not really difficult babe” she said winking at him

“Hey!” he said standing up and sitting by her side on the other couch “That wasn’t nice missy”

“I wasn’t trying to be nice” she said shrugging

“You’re hurting me Bakkoush”

“Life is tough” she said smirking

“Oh okay…that’s good…that’s fine…guess I’ll have to go to that restaurant tonight alone then” he said as he stood up and made it look like he was leaving

“What restaurant?” Sana said

“Nah, nothing…I was just thinking that since it’s your last Saturday before you start uni again that maybe you wanted to go out with me to a fancy restaurant, but I guess life is tough”

He shrugged and left the room waiting in the hallway for Sana. But Sana was not having it, she knew he would come back so she just lay back on the couch and kept reading her book.

“Are you seriously not going to come?” Yousef asked from the hallway after a minute

“Sorry, can’t hear you”

Yousef shook his head and sighed. He went back to the living room and stayed by the door.

“You were supposed to go after me” he said crossing his arms on his chest

“Why would I do that when I know that you were coming back?” she said not looking up from her book

“Okay, smarty pants, do you want to go out with me tonight or what?” he asked

“If you insist” she said shrugging but smiling at him

He shook his head once more and laughed, that girl was definitely going to be the end of her. Sana laughed too but was interrupted by her phone beeping.

 

“What happened?” Yousef asked seeing Sana’s face “Who was it?”

“Noora, she wants, she needs, to meet me today. Apparently some trouble with William”

“William? I thought they broke up months ago and that this time was for real”

“And that’s exactly why I’m worried. What if he came back again?” Sana said biting her lip

“There’s only one way to find out. Go talk to her”

“But what about our date?” she said

“We will go out tomorrow, it’s okay. Go, your friend needs you”

“You’re the best” she said walking to him and kissing him on his cheek.

 -x-

“So you’re telling me that your big emergency with William is that you accidentally liked a picture of his?”

“It’s a BIG crisis Sana!!” Noora yelled “He’s going to think that I’m not over him and I’m waaay over him!”

“Noora, it’s just a picture”

“It’s not just any picture, it was a picture of him, he’s going to think that I still find him hot”

“But you do still find him hot” Sana said

“Well, I have eyes, but I would never ever date him again and now he’s going to think that I’m stalking him and…”

“Noora! Can you please stop trying to figure out what he’s going to think?” Sana said placing her hands on Noora’s shoulders.

“I’m freaking out here! I need to do something to calm me down…let’s go shopping!”

“What? shopping? Now?”

“Yes, let’s go find some clothes and let’s get beautiful and walk down the streets like we own the world”

“Noora…you seriously need some help”

“Please Sana, please, please, please”

“Ah…fine!”

 

 -x-

Sana shook her head as she entered her house later that evening. Somehow Noora had convinced her to buy the white dress she was wearing now and match it with a light pink hijab. She wasn’t going to lie, she felt really pretty but what was the point? She was entering her house ready to take a shower and change into her pj’s. But she had had fun with Noora, she had to admit that, even though she would’ve wanted to go on that date with Yousef.

As Sana closed the front door behind her she started to hear some music, Siste gang was sounding.

“Hello?” she asked but no one answered.

All the lights of the house were off. She started to walk down the hallway and when she looked at the floor she saw flowers, flowers leading her way to the backyard. She smiled to herself, there was only one person dorky enough to do that.

She entered the backyard and smiled at the view. Yousef was waiting for her, white shirt and light trousers, no snapback on his head. There was a table set up with candles and somehow he had managed to bring music to the place.

“What is this?” she asked as she approached him

“You really thought you were going to get rid of me?” he said.

“You look beautiful”

“Thank you, it was Noora’s idea”

“I know” he said with a smirk

“What?”

“I may or may have not been the one who told Noora to distract you today so I could make this”

“So the restaurant thing was all false?”

“Why go to a restaurant when we can bring the restaurant here” he said pointing at the table “I made your favorite”

“You’re unbelievable”

“And this is just the start” he said

 -x-

After they finished dinner they just stayed there talking about nothing and everything and looking at each other. The music had continued sounding and at this point a new song began, I feel it coming by The Weeknd.

“Oh my god remember when you caught me dancing this song?”

“I’ll always remember it as one of the best moments of my life. The look in your face was priceless” Sana said laughing

“I was so embarrassed, I had a crush on you since forever”

“You were extremely cute”

“Cute huh? Let’s see if I still have the moves”

He stood up and started to dance to the rhythm of the music making Sana laugh with every facial expression he made.

“Okay, okay, enough with the laugh” Yousef said changing to the next song

Sana’s face lit up as she heard the first notes of Kiss me by Ed Sheeran. Yousef smiled back at her and offered his hand.

“Can I have this dance?”

Sana took his hand and stood up. He put his other hand on her waist and brought her close while she rested her hand on his shoulder. They swayed to the rhythm of the music, both lost in each other’s eyes.

“You know you’re the best thing of my life, right?” Yousef whispered

“So are you”

“I can’t picture my life without you, Sana”

“You don’t have to”

“And I know this year is going to be really important to you and I want to be there for you and once you finished I want us to celebrate”

“Well, that’s what the graduation is for” she chuckled

“Yes, but I want us to celebrate more than that, I want us to celebrate our love and the start of a new life together”

“What are you talking about” she asked confused

“Sana, I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. And you’re probably going to hate me for this but I’m going to do it the cheesy way”

He took a step backwards letting go of her and put his hand on his pocket

“Yousef…”

He got down on one knee and showed her a little box.

“Sana, will you marry me?” he asked opening the box to show her a ring

Sana gasped in shock and covered her mouth with her hand.

“Is that a…?”

“YES! It’s a yes! Yes, yes, yes of course I’ll marry you” she said with tears in her eyes

Yousef smiled widely at her as he slipped the ring on her finger while she kept nodding. She grabbed his shirt and made him stand up before wrapping her hands around his neck in an embrace. Yousef hugged her back and lift her off the floor slightly.

“I love you so much” she said as he left her on the floor

“And I love you, my love” he said kissing her forehead softly.

“Do you think our parents will be okay with this?” she asked hesitantly

“I think that it’s safe to say that they like the idea” Yousef said placing his hands on her shoulders to turn her around.

In the door that led to the backyard her parents, Yousef’s parents and Elias were looking at them with huge smiles on their faces.

“They knew about this?”

“Of course, I talked to all of them to make sure that they were okay with it”

Sana smiled and walked to her parents to give them a huge hug as Yousef did the same with his.

“Yousef! My man! You’re going to be my brother in law, finally!!” Elias said patting Yousef’s back and hugging him

“So you’re all really okay with this?” Sana asked her parents and Yousef’s

We want you two to be happy, habibti, and that’s what you are when you’re together” her mom said

“We couldn’t be happier, Sana” Yousef’s mom added

“Ah, little sis!” Elias said placing his arm around Sana “I can’t believe that it was right here when you told me that you didn’t like Yousef, what a liar you were. And now you’re getting married to my best friend and you’re about to finish your degree and…”

“Elias, are you crying?” Sana said seeing how his eyes got red

“It’s the allergies, shut up”

Sana laughed and took a moment to look around, those were the people that she loved the most and they were all here, happy because she, Sana Bakkoush, was finally marrying her soulmate, Yousef Acar.

BONUS (YOUSEF’S INSTAGRAM)

(I know they kind of suck, sorry!)

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Prompt:

Hello! First of all I wanted to tell you what a great writer you are! Then I wanted to ask you if you could write something about Yousana’s engagement night (like the night they make it official with their parents)… thanks in advance!

Hi! I have a Yousana future prompt for you, don’t worry about the time it’ll take you to write it, I’m in no rush… prompt: Sana and Yousef decide that they want to get married (what I mean is they are ready for the “next step” in their relationship)

(this probably wasn’t what you wanted, I’m sorry!)

Hope you’ve liked it!

Thanks for reading!!

So this is a thing I wrote to try and fix Yousana and redeem Noora

Noora’s head was spinning. The world around her suddenly muted and she could only grasp onto one coherent thought—William, her Wilhelm, the love of her life, had moved on from her and had a girlfriend in London. Noora felt sick at the thought of him with another girl. They had stuck with each other through thick and thin, except of course this bullshit that Niko had pulled. Fine, if he was moving on so could she. Noora searched the party for someone, anyone. Luckily, he came to her.

“Hey Noora,” he said, “Have you se-“

She lunged in and kissed him, her tongue forcing its way into his mouth. She barely cared who she was kissing; all she could think about was how William wouldn’t like it. He wouldn’t like it at all. Surprisingly, the boy kissed her back. But he was hesitant and quickly broke the kiss.

She had kissed Yousef, Sana’s brother’s friend. He was cute, but he was no William.

He just stared at her, shocked.

“Noora,” he began hesitatingly, “are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” she said, turning away. Then she thought of how guilty Sana had looked when she had confronted her and tears sprung up in her eyes. It was one thing for William to betray her, but another thing for her friends to do so.

“Hey, whatever it is, it’s okay,” Yousef said from behind her.

Noora barely heard him and ran in the general direction of the bathroom. She had barely reached when she broke down crying. She heard footsteps and glanced up, alarmed to find Yousef had followed her.

“I’m waiting outside,” he said calmly and left.

Noora watched him go silently. Her vacant eyes were glued to the door for a few minutes before she decided to check her phone for messages. Her lockscreen brought back the tears—it was a black and white Instagram photo of her and William. Despite their “break” months ago, she hadn’t had the heart to change it.

It was a long time before Noora Amalie Saetre emerged from the dingy bathroom of the karaoke bar and when she finally came out, she was surprised to find Yousef still there. The two of them went outside and sat down.

“Are you okay Noora,” Yousef said gently, “I know we don’t know each other really well, but I just want you to know that I’m there if you need someone to talk to.”

His kindness pleasantly surprised her and she knew that talking it out was the least impulsive thing she could do right now. So she told him about William. Not everything, not the complicated business with his asshole brother, but bits and pieces. Snippets and memories. Memories of love, desire and caring and how all of that had now gone out of the window.

“Well,” Yousef said, with a smile, “it’s just heartbreak Noora. You’ll get through it. You loved someone and you’ll love someone else.”

Then he added, “That kind of love is difficult to find and difficult to keep.”

His smile faltered.

“You’re talking about someone else now aren’t you?” she said.

Yousef stared at the ground.

“Yes.”

“It’s Sana, isn’t it?”

Now, it was his turn to look surprised.

“How did you know?”

“Please,” she said, a grin now beginning to creep up on her face, “Yousef, you wouldn’t stop talking about her at that party we all went to and I see the way you look at her. For what it’s worth, I think she likes you too.”

Yousef’s face was now a deep red.

“Really?” he said hopefully, “Are you sure?”

“Pretty sure.”

An infectious grin spread across his face. Noora thought it was adorable. However, the grin suddenly went as quickly as it had come.

“But she unfriended me on Facebook.”

Noora frowned.

“Hello?! Facebook friendship doesn’t mean anything.”

He stared at the ground again.

“She unfriended me after I told her I don’t believe in Allah.”

Shit, Noora thought to herself. How is anyone supposed to fix that?

However, she was determined to help. Sana was one of her closest friends and she had helped Noora through her problems both with and post-William. She deserved happiness.

“I’ll help you get her Yousef. I want to see you two happy.”

The infectious grin returned to his face, but she cringed, suddenly remembering the kiss.

“And I’m sorry about the kiss. Sometimes, when I’m upset, I can’t think straight.”

“It’s okay,” he said goodnaturedly.

“Now here’s what we do…”

And so Noora and Yousef strategized on how Yousef could finally get the girl he had pined after for years. However, what they didn’t know was that that girl had seen their kiss and drawn her own conclusions. While they met up and planned more, keeping Sana in the dark the whole time, she grew more and more despondent. Things finally came to a head for her when she eavesdropped on her brother’s friends talking about how Yousef was meeting up with and texting Noora. Strong as she was, she broke down. Everything in her life was shit—the bus, her friends, Jamilla and now Yousef. The one person who made her smile when everything else went to hell. Noora was prettier. Noora was blonde. Noora was uncomplicated. It was so unfair. She already had everything. Blinded by betrayal and despondency, Sana remembered she had Noora’s email password—exper5. Now, it was time to use it.

Don’t let Sana’s intentions be misunderstood; she never meant to hurt Noora.

Don’t let Noora’s intentions be misunderstood; she never meant to hurt Sana.

Don’t let me be misunderstood.


So I just need to talk about something I just realized rewatching Pirates of the Caribbean

So you know the beginning of the series when we first meet the Swann household and Will Turner as Will delivers the sword Governor Swann had comissioned for Norrington?

Well as we are clearly told, Will made that sword and not his master. Norrington’s sword was made by William Turner. Then in the second film, we meet Cutler Beckett and as he is arresting Elizabeth and Will on their wedding day, he mentions Norrington is no longer around and reveals that he himself is the new owner of Norrington’s sword. Okay, yeah, still not THAT hard to miss, right?

So the films go on and we eventually get to the third film, when Norrington has now returned to the East India Trading Company and is Admiral on the Dutchman. He then sets Elizabeth and her crew free, where he is promptly caught by Bootstrap and murdered by Davy Jones. Davy Jones then picks up Norrington’s sword and mutters “nice sword!” before taking it and leaving Norrington’s body behind. 

So now the sword Will Turner made passed from Norrington > Cutler Beckett > Norrington > Davy Jones

Well…

Davy Jones then murders Will Turner by stabbing him through the heart with his sword. A sword Will Turner knows very well.

Because Will Turner made it. 

Will Turner made the sword that would kill him and eventually bind him to The Flying Dutchman.

Off Limits (Skam - Chris x OC) Part 17

Pairing: Chris x OC

Synopsis: Mara Magnusson has always had everything she ever wanted in her life, except for one thing. The boyish charm of her brother’s childhood friend had wrecked her poor heart and ruined her for any other guy – you can trust her, she has tried. She could see the way he looked at her, though she knew there were rules about not hitting on your best friend’s little sister. Luckily for her, there were no restrictions when it was the other way around.

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Mara punched him right in the face. William, who was taller than her, didn’t suffer too much from this blow, but he still stumbled back from the surprise. She hadn’t hit as hard as she would have but he still held his bleeding nose. Nothing was broken though.

“How dare you come here?!” She screamed at him, after making sure the door was closed behind her.

“I needed to talk to you!” He explained, leaning his head back and pinching his nose.

Mara wanted to tell him that it would only make the blood flow more intense but she bit her tongue. He could damn well bleed out of the porch.

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WHAT THE HELL

i’m just so confused right now. i don’t understand.

WHAT HAPPENED???

WHY DID THE BOYS FIGHT? WHO HIT ISAK? DID MIKAEL SAY SOMETHING TO EVEN? AND THEN MAYBE ISAK STEPPED IN AND GOT MAD AND THEN MIKAEL PUNCHED HIM? OR MAYBE IT WAS ALL A BIG MISUNDERSTANDING? MAN, I REALLY HOPE IT WAS BECAUSE I DON’T SEE HOW THE BALLOON BOYS COULD BE SUCH DOUCHEBAGS TO SOMEONE WHO THEY USED TO BE SO CLOSE WITH. THEY WOULDN’T. RIGHT????

AND THEN WHAT’S GOING ON WITH THE RUSS BUS? DID VILDE DO SOMETHING? BECAUSE THE GIRLS FROM THE BATHROOM SAID THAT SHE WAS THE REAL BUS LEADER. SO… DID SHE GO BEHIND SANA’S BACK? DO THE REST OF THE GIRLS KNOW WHAT’S GOING ON? AND IF THEY DON’T, WHAT WILL THEY DO WHEN THEY FIND OUT? AND WHY IS NOORA MAD ONLY AT SANA? VILDE, EVA AND CHRIS KNEW ABOUT WILLIAM’S NEW GIRLFRIEND TOO.

AND THEN YOUSEF???? WHAT THE FUCK DUDE? I MEAN HERE YOU CAN SEE THAT HE WAS LOOKING AT HER 

AND WHEN I SAW THIS THE FIRST TIME I KINDA GOT BUTTERFLIES IN MY STOMACH. BUT THEN, AFTER WATCHING IT AGAIN I REALIZED THAT HE LOOKS WAY TOO SERIOUS LIKE WHY DIDN’T HE SMILE AT HER? OR AT LEAST WAVE? OR GIVE HER A NOD ACKNOWLEDGING HER EXISTENCE? WHY???? HE JUST STARED. AND THEN FOR THE REST OF THE NIGHT HE DIDN’T GO TALK TO HER OR ANYTHING? WHY NOT!!? AND THEN HE TOLD HER ABOUT ELIAS BEING IN A FIGHT BUT DIDN’T GO HELP HER BREAK IT OUT? AND STAYED WITH NOORA? AND THEN HE MADE OUT WITH HER? WHAT. THE. ACTUAL. FUCK. THAT’S NOT THE YOUSEF WE KNOW AND LOVE. AND I REFUSE TO BELIEVE THAT ELIAS TOLD HIM TO STAY AWAY FROM HIS SISTER. NOT AFTER THE WAY HE TALKED TO SANA ABOUT HIM. NO NO NO. 

I NEED ANSWERS JULIE. I NEED TO KNOW WHAT THE HELL THIS WHOLE THING WAS. I NEED TO KNOW WHY. AND I NEED TO KNOW NOW. I CAN’T WAIT FOR TEN FREAKING DAYS.

Originally posted by geekylaugifs

anonymous asked:

How much time do you think it will take until we finally get bionic limbs ?

Brain-controlled bionic limbs are here already and have been in development  for some time now. So that might already answer your question. But perhaps you were asking how long until it’s more widespread and commonplace? Since it is in the early stages still, it is hard to say how long it would take for it to be seen more like it is in Deus Ex: Human Revolution. All new tech has a period where people have to get used to the idea first; it’s human nature to view changes with caution and this would a very big change indeed. 

One of the first things that would need to happen is that they would need to be financially feasible on a wider scale. We certainly are seeing some companies popping up now aimed at doing precisely that. Another thing that would have to happen is that a greater proportion of people would have to see this as near indispensable to being a part of society. 

In this really great talk I reblogged recently, Damien Williams spoke about how smart phones have gone from something of a luxury to vital for many jobs now within the space of a less than a decade. Something similar would have to happen with bionic limbs/ prosthetics/ augmentations.

 This is how it is in part explained in Human Revolution and Mankind Divided. Augmentations came to be seen as important for getting ahead in the workplace and huge projects like Panchaea in DXHR and the luxury projects in Dubai in DXMD were constructed by large aug labor forces. It went beyond being a luxury for just rich people; it was also seen as a necessity to getting ahead by the larger workforce. 

So it’s hard to say, because something like that would in the real world have to be supported by insurance. And tech requiring surgery would be a big sea change in societal thinking, not to mention a potential lifetime of upkeep to worry about. It’s easier to adopt tech that’s non-invasive. So yeah, hard to say, but given that some non-invasive options can be also be developed (exoskeletons for example), I would imagine this kind of tech would take longer to become a commonplace thing, longer than 2027 at least.

Originally posted by imaybealittleone


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REQUEST: hi, do you think you can write a skam imagine where penetrator chris and the reader are exes?:)

REQUESTED BY: anonymus

PARING: Christoffer Schistad x reader

WARNINGS: NONE

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– Here she is! Chris’ ex-girlfriend. I can’t understand how it is possible to break up with him, I mean, have you seen that boy?! He is finally single again, anyway.

– Here we go again!

Y/n whispered to her best friend… she wasn’t sure that there was someone in the whole world able to bother her as much as Christoffer Schistad was. He was always around, there was no chance to escape that situation. Even when he wasn’t present, the whole Nissen talked about him, about how he was single again, so it felt like he was there anyway.

– Have you heard him lately?

Y/ bf/ n asked her sitting on a bench in the schoolyard; y/n shook her head and joined her.

– I haven’t heard of him since we broke up.

She said running a hand through her hair. Chris was staring at her from the other side of the yard: the sadness in his eyes was not new to y/n. Breaking up with Chris had been hard to her, she didn’t want to, but that was the best choice.

– Y/n.

William’s voice made her turn her head. The boy was standing next to her and she stood up and hugged him, he was one of her best friends.

– How are you?

He kindly asked and hugged her back. She looked at him and bit her lower lip.

– Fine, I think. How is he?

Y/n asked him and he shook his head.

– Y/n, he’s not doing fine. Can we skip the next class and go for a walk? I need to talk to you.

William asked and she sighed crossing her arms. She didn’t want to have that conversation.

– William, I know what you want to talk about, can we…

– No, we can’t avoid this conversation. Two of my best friends are falling apart; I need to know what happened.

He cut her off and she sighed giving up. She took her bag, hugger her best friend and followed William outside the school. Chris looked at her and waved; she barely smiled and kept walking.

– So, since Chris has been too busy being depressed for the past two weeks, would you mind explaining why the hell you two broke up?

He directly asked while walking, she shrugged.

– William, you know why.

She said and crossed her arms. William stopped and turned toward her.

– Y/n, you cannot be serious.

He said and looked at her, she held his look while the memories of the party of two weeks before aggressively invaded her mind again.

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– William, where is Chris?

Y/n asked while trying to walk across the crowded room. William turned toward her and looked around, then his eyes came back on her best friend.

– Try upstairs.

He answered and she nodded while going upstairs. She couldn’t find her boyfriend and she was tired, it was time to go home.

– Chris?

She called his name once she arrived at the top of the stairs and what she saw made her cringe: a blonde girl was kissing Chris, her hands around his neck and her fingers caressing the back of his head. Chris hands were suspended in mid-air and he interrupted the kiss in the moment when he heard his girlfriend’s voice.

– Y/n.

He whispered and she stopped him by lifting a hand.

– You suck.

That’s all she said, then she ran downstairs and bumped into William.

– Did you find him?

He asked and she fought the tears back and grabbed her bag.

– Lucky for me, I did.

She said and left the house in rush.

– Wait, y/n!

Chris called her and grabbed her by the arm. She turned around and violently pushed his hand away.

– Do not touch me!

She screamed. Her eyes were full of tears, but she forced herself not to cry. Not there, not in front of him.

– Can I explain?

He asked stepping toward her, she pushed him away and looked at him.

– I never want to talk to you again.

She said and her voice was so apart that he almost cried. He left her go, of course he did, that was his fault and he was going to pay the highest price for it.

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– William, he cheated on me!

She almost screamed in frustration. William gently grabbed her shoulders and made her calm down.

– Listen, I know you are in pain, I know what you saw and I know you don’t want to talk to him, but believe me, he is worth a try, in the name of the love you shared. He loves you, and I know you still love him.

He looked at her and she started to cry. William hugged her and she finally left the tears out, she finally started to let it all out, all she kept inside for two weeks. Her best friend caressed her head and let her cry, she needed it more than anything. William’s arms made her feel safe, made the pain of the last days disappear for a moment. When she finally calmed down, she looked at him and dried her tears.

– I suppose I should hear what he has to say, after all.

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The doorbell rand and Y/n felt her heart almost jumping out of her chest. She was not ready to see him, to be that close to him. She opened her door and he was standing there, with those beautiful eyes that she fell in love with, his soft lips and that perfect smile. She shook her head and invited him in.

– How are you?

He asked entering and timidly looking at her; y/n crossed her arms and looked at him back. The anger and the pain in her eyes almost split him in two.

– Let’s skip to the part in which you explain to me what happened at that damn party.

She said, she was not in the mood for the formalities. He sighed and bit his lower lip.

– That girl, I don’t even know her name, she kissed me. I was upstairs because I was searching for my jacked, I knew I left it in William’s room, and that girl just came out of nowhere and she kissed me.

He said taking a step closer to her. Y/n puffed and rolled her eyes.

– Seriously? Are you giving me the ‘’she kissed me’’ excuse?! You haven’t changed, you still are the fuckboy who wants to screw the whole school. I will never be able to trust you again!

She angrily asked and busted into laughing. That made him feel little and horrible, it was hurting him deep down.

– This is ridiculous, get out!

She screamed and opened the door. Chris eyes were in tears when she looked at her. He walked toward the door, he didn’t know what to do anymore. The last two weeks had been a hell: constant attempts to talk to her, to convince her to listen to him and, when he finally managed to be alone with her, he was too destroyed and tired to talk. He looked at her and saw she was silently crying, the tears streaming down her face and her beautiful eyes filled of pain. That was too much.

– Y/n, feel free to kick me out, but listen to me for a second.

He said and closed the door; she looked at him in confusion, she didn’t expect such a reaction.

– What happened that night, I know it could sound like a cliché, I know you probably think that I am an asshole and I cheated on you. Let me tell you that, when she kissed me, I was simply shocked. I turned around and she was on my lips, that’s all. I had a moment of confusion, then I heard your voice, just a second after she started to kiss me, and I pushed her away. But believe me when I say that, even if you hadn’t come along, I would have interrupted that damn kiss. Do you know why? Because I don’t give a shit about any other girl. Because, when I walk in the street and I see a girl, all I can think about is that she is not you. Because, when I look at you, I feel the luckiest person. And I don’t want to kiss a thousand of girls, I don’t want to fuck the whole school, I just want you. I had you, I had everything, I would never have traded all of that for a sleazy and insignificant kiss.

Chris was almost in tears while telling her the truth. She listened while crying and looked at him.

– I know what kind of person I was, I know I was horrible and superficial and that I am responsible for many girls’ pain, but I’d never hurt you, because I am in love with you, and you are the reason why I became better. You saw the good in me, you never judged me, you never listened to the others’ opinion, that’s why I love you.

He whispered, his hands covering his face and his head down. Y/n dried her tears and stepped closer to him, she grabbed his chin and made him look at her.

– What I said was mean and inappropriate, I own you an apology. I didn’t believe to my own words not even for a second and It will never happen again. I’m sorry, Chris.

She said and he nodded. She hugged him and caressed the back of his neck, while he gently squeezed her in his arms.

– I missed you.

She whispered and he looked at her.

– I missed you more.

He said. She smiled and kissed him. It was like the burden that tormented the both of them for the last two weeks finally dissolved. Chris caressed her hips under the shirt and she opened her lips to let his tongue in. Kissing Chris was like a medicine, she felt herself healing while he kept smiling on her lips, whispering lovely words between a kiss and another. She removed his shirt and guided him toward her couch, her hands caressing his shoulders and back while he bit her lower lip. He was finally able to kiss her again, to touch her again. He had been living in the fear he lost the only thing he really wanted. He helped her laying down and removed her shirt. He kissed her neck, leaving a love bite close to her collarbone and then kissed her again, she run her fingers through his hair and looked at him.

– I love you, Christoffer, I love you so much it stuns me.

She whispered and he kissed her before smiling on her lips.

– It’s reciprocal, Y/n.

She smiled and kept kissing him and, this time, she didn’t stop.

The right me for you

Written for @leiascully‘s XFWritingChallenge: Forgiveness

Angsty post Ep for Founder’s Mutation


It must have been the guttural roar of the wind through the trees that masked the sound of the car arriving. It must have been the flickering of the candles on the bench top that hid the flash of the headlights. It must have been the time of the day that left Mulder’s mind smudgy and billowing so that he didn’t register the knocking at the door.

It was 2 o’clock in the morning. A time when he often braved the depths of his memories, dug a trench around the black and white of the clear cut and allowed the murkiness to leach out to entertain the greyness of possibility. It was usually a time for reflection, a time for admonishment. A time for forgiveness.

           It was most definitely not a time that Scully called.

She stood at the screen door, hugging herself. She would have hated his initial reaction – that she looked fragile, but that’s the word his brain supplied. He ushered her through, his heart pulsing as she walked to the living room and sat on the couch. Over their years together, he’d collected these moments in his mind, where she let herself be seen without her armour. He was humbled each and every time. Perhaps especially more so now. Now that she was no longer here every day. Now that she had plenty of time to reconstruct the walls.

           ‘I couldn’t sleep.’ She picked at a thread on the cushion on her lap. She was looking at the small table that held a lamp, an old watch he’d found in a suit pocket, a pile of coins, a sticky coffee ring. There used to be photo frames. Miniature ones. Faces captured in bad lights.

           He sat in the chair opposite. ‘The last case, Scully. It was hard.’

           ‘It’s not the case, Mulder.’ She looked up briefly and he saw the dark circles under her eyes. He could see the mole above her lip in the glow of the lamplight. He loved that mole. He loved that she hid it for so long, but that she knew that he knew about it. It was a part of her armour. He understood that the foundation and the powder that covered it were as necessary as the heels and the suits and the badge and the weapon.

           ‘It’s never the case,’ she said, rubbing her forehead. Her voice was sluggish, cracked. ‘It’s just me, my…’

           He leant forward, elbows on knees. ‘Your what?’

           She opened her mouth, but only let out a frustrated sigh. ‘What were you doing awake, Mulder? It’s 2.30 in the morning and I didn’t wake you.’

           He shrugged. ‘Those kids, Scully. Where are they? The casual disregard that Goldman had for the consequences of the work he was doing. Agnes and her baby, her desperation. It was a tough case. I just can’t unwind like I used to.’

           ‘You never could, Mulder. You were always wired on a case.’

           ‘But you used to be able to sleep anywhere, Scully. You would be able to file away the bad stuff along with your reports and get on with the next case. I’ve never met anyone with the ability to compartmentalise quite as well as you. It’s like your super power.’

           She chuffed out a tired snort of laughter. ‘Maybe my super powers need a reboost. I haven’t been sleeping well since we started back on the job. Maybe they put something in the ID these days, some kind of upper to keep the older agents going.’

           ‘Are you sure about this? About your decision?’

           ‘I said there was no choice, Mulder. I meant it.’

           ‘But this case, those children. William…’

           She tucked her legs under her to one side, pulling the hem of her skirt down and hugging the cushion to her middle. She picked up the watch, running the strap through her fingers. ‘We pulled the thread. It’s still unravelling.’

           ‘Should we have left it tangled, Scully?’

           When she looked at him her eyes were wet. The tip of her nose pink. Her lips trembling as she licked them. ‘No.’ She shook her head so that her hair flew, catching across her face. She straightened it, tucked it behind her ear. Cleared her throat. ‘No, no. It’s something we needed to do.’

           ‘You know what I think, Scully? I think that we started pulling the thread a long time before this case. A long time before we rejoined the FBI. I think it was unravelling since he was born.’

           She nodded. ‘And what happens when the thread is straight? When there’s nothing left to unspool? Do we get our answers, Mulder?’

           His laugh was as bitter as her words. ‘I don’t think it works that way.’

           The noise of the watch against the surface of the table seemed to hang between them so that when she spoke again her voice seemed disconnected, almost ethereal.

‘You said you had to put William behind you, when I asked you if you thought about him. How do you do that? How do you not carry him with you everywhere, every day? You say I compartmentalise better than anyone you know, but you have no idea how envious I am of your capacity to do that, Mulder.’

She let out a small sob.

He moved to sit next to her. She sunk against him, shuddering with the weight of her grief. ‘I’m sorry, Scully. I know it hurts. I saw you in that hospital with Mrs Goldman. I saw how what she said cut into you. I wish I could do something more, to take away the pain. But I think you need it. It’s a reminder. A way of making sure you don’t forget. It stabs you in the guts if you don’t nurture it for too long.’ He dropped a kiss on top of her head. ‘I think you need the pain. I know I do.’

The wind lifted the rafters with a series of rattling gusts. The window frames shook. A low howl filled the roof space. Mulder had woken earlier, surprised to find Scully still next to him, her face twisted against his chest. She stirred, rubbed her nose, pushed herself upright and groaned as her neck clunked with each sideways movement.

           ‘Coffee?’

           ‘Please.’

           She took a quick shower and surprised him again when she returned to the kitchen wearing his bath robe.

           ‘I put your linen away, Scully.’

           ‘I know.’

           ‘You look good in mine, though.’

           She looked down at herself and chuckled.

           ‘That’s another of your super powers, Scully. The ability to look better in my clothes than I do.’

           ‘I don’t think I could do your Armani suits justice, Mulder. You fill them out pretty good.’

           ‘Thank you,’ he laughed. ‘You wearing my shirts, though.’

           She sipped on her coffee and he enjoyed watching her blush.

           ‘Are you feeling better, Scully?’

           She shook her head. ‘No. But I think you’re right, Mulder. I think if I lose the pain, I lose too much. I’m afraid to not remember him, I’m afraid to not dream about him. I’m afraid that if I erase too much of him that I’ll erase myself too.’

           ‘When I said I’ve put it behind me, I didn’t mean that I’ve forgotten. I just meant that I’d put the guilt behind me. I’ve learned to accept the past and I’ve learned to accept that I can’t change it. You made me do that, Scully. When you left. You set me on that path.’ He put down his mug and gestured for her to come forward. She put her head on his chest. ‘I think you need to forgive yourself, Scully. I think it’s time.’

           ‘I’m not sure I’m ready for that.’

           He kissed the side of her face. ‘Do you imagine being a family? With William?’

           ‘When I dare myself.’

           ‘In mine, we watch movies and eat popcorn, we climb trees and construct cubby houses out of blankets and build rocket ships, we talk about girls, we shave together.’

           She pulled back and threaded her fingers through his. ‘In mine, I take him to school and I patch up his cuts and ice his bruises and I read him classic novels and I teach him the periodic table and the bones of the human body and how to make pancakes.’

           ‘In my dreams, you are always there too, Scully. Close by. Your presence makes everything whole. I can’t dream without you.’

           She blinked back tears. ‘And you’re always in mine, Mulder. You’re the backbone, the rock, the tether. You hold it all together.’

           ‘Then let me be that for you now I’ll be here to hold it together. Always. Forgive yourself.’

           ‘Oh, Mulder,’ she said, her voice croaking. ‘I’m not ready yet. I’m just not ready.’

           He rubbed her back through the towelling. ‘Okay. But when you are, I’ll be here.’

           ‘I know you will. You told me ’

           ‘Being the rock, the anchor, the glue?’

           She chuffed. ‘No, just being the you that I need.’

           ‘Is that my super power? Being the right me for you?’

           ‘I think that’s more than a super power, Mulder. I think you deserve a sainthood, an altar for worshippers.’

           ‘Halos and deities aside, Scully. I want you to promise me that you will work towards forgiveness. William is out there and we have to believe that he is happy and safe. If we can’t give him that, we fail him.’

           Nodding, she wiped her eyes with the heel of her hand. She picked her coffee mug up and headed back to the couch. She sat down and put the mug on the table, lining it up with the coffee stain. ‘Where did you put the photo frames, Mulder?’

           ‘In the closet, in a box with your linen and your tea cup and a bottle of shampoo you never used and an earring I found on the floor of the bedroom and a pen you used to carry inside your suit jacket and two old lipstick tubes, Midnight Promise and Burnished Bronze, and an old wallet containing nearly thirty dollars and the pieces of you that you left behind.’

           She gave him a tight, sad smile. ‘In my dreams our house is filled with photos of him, of us, of our family.’

           ‘I’ll get them out again, Scully. If that’s what you want.’

           She shook her head. ‘This is your house now, Mulder. I can’t tell you what to do here.’

           ‘I’m just trying to be the right me for you, Scully.’

           ‘When you say it like that it sounds so needy, so precious. And that’s not what I meant.’

           ‘I’m teasing, Scully. But if there’s a way to bring you back here, I’m going to find it.’ He sucked in a deep breath. ‘I miss you. I miss you more now that I see you more often. I know that doesn’t make sense.’

           ‘It does. Believe me, it does. And I want nothing more than to walk back through that door for good. But I’m not the right me for you, Mulder. Not yet, anyway.’ She picked up the watch and smiled slowly at him. ‘I’ll get this fixed for you. Bring it back next week.’

It must have been the guttural roar of the wind through the trees that masked the sound of the car arriving. It must have been the flickering of the candles on the bench top that hid the flash of the headlights. It must have been the time of the day that left Mulder’s mind smudgy and billowing so that he didn’t register the knocking at the door.

It was 2 o’clock in the morning. A time when he often braved the depths of his memories, dug a trench around the black and white of the clear cut and allowed the murkiness to leach out to entertain the greyness of possibility. It was usually a time for reflection, a time for admonishment. A time for forgiveness.

           And now it was a time that Scully called.

Off Limits (Skam - Chris x OC) Part 19

Pairing: Chris x OC

Synopsis: Mara Magnusson has always had everything she ever wanted in her life, except for one thing. The boyish charm of her brother’s childhood friend had wrecked her poor heart and ruined her for any other guy – you can trust her, she has tried. She could see the way he looked at her, though she knew there were rules about not hitting on your best friend’s little sister. Luckily for her, there were no restrictions when it was the other way around.

Word count: 4.3k

A/N: I already apologize plenty of times because it took time to write this chapter, and I’m doing it once again: I’m sorry. I had a crazy busy last couple weeks and I really wanted it to be a quality chapter (which I’m not even sure I achieved in the end) but here you go anyway. It’s not the end. It’s the longest part so far with 4.3K words.

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           Chris wanted to ask her again if she meant what she told her brother, but the next day everything seemed to move in fast motion from the moment Mara woke up to that when they arrived at the apartment. Not one second of privacy presented itself and Chris was resigned to not get an answer anytime soon since he highly doubted William would leave Mara out of his sight until she was fully recovered.

“I feel great!” She assured them both when they gave her a suspicious look upon hearing her tell the nurse her headache was gone.

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