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lyramundana · 7 months

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Just listened to "Want it so BAD", the new song by Han and Lee Know and, after reading the lyrics twice, let me tell you:

If there's still people who claim they're just friends, I'll lose my faith in humanity. Those guys are the real delulu here because what the fuck? With this song they basically confirmed everything we've heard since debut and screamed to the world they're, in fact, very much in love and not in a platonic way. They're married, your honour. This song basically confirms it, it states firmly and without a shadow of doubt that MINSUNG is fucking REAL and it has been since the survival show.

So for all those who don't agree with it, go argue with the wall. Us, the minsung whores and defenders, are going to fucking celebrate this gift to humanity.

Now lets focus on the parts where they specifically mention their first meeting, something we've heard from both of them in skz episodes, but now the uncensored version.

Minho: "I fell in love with you unexpectedly, couldn't get any work done, so many thoughts in my head keep me awake at night, spring snuck into my heart and left me frozen with excitement, i'm not used to it i know it's pain but i really want it so BAD" 😭😭😭😭😭 this is so minsung pre-debut coded omg, he's so fucking cute in the early states of love. knowing he was going to suffer but he loved him so much he just kept going.

Jisung: "Ride, come closer, just the two of us"🥺🥺 "together we make a whole romantic comedy movie" "let's get is started, getting anxious, can't think straight" "love you, i wanna place mysef in a spot next to you" "i'll hold you tight and say i've always been waiting for this moment" "the moment I first saw you, it was meant to be. For me, it's you"💀💀💀💀💀my man wasn't even being subtle here, he didn't try

In conclusion: Minsung is more real and solid that my parents' marriage and anyone who disagrees please come and kiss my ass. thank you❤

#i really need to know the behind the scenes of this recording #were they blushing like crazy? giggling? specially minho #were chan and changbin laughing their asses off? cringing at the brutal display of fluffy incredible love in front of them?#did they have a part in the lyrics or they just produced the music?#i feel it was jisung in charge of writing his part and then minho did his because c'mon #the lyrics are VERY clear #this isn't a love song dedicated to a random person or for Stays to self-insert in #this is heavily minsung coded #i want to see what went on as they recorded it #imagine that they kept their parts in secret from the other and when they start singing them they just blush and look lovingly at each othe #because everything they say it's true and they know it but still they can't believe it #i love them so much you have no idea #minsung #minsung song #han jisung x lee know

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chaoticsorceress · 4 months

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I wish we had more moments to tease Gale in a playful way without being super mean. I want him to call me adorable so bad. It's a shame that he only calls you adorable if you fail the skill check for the twins at Sharess because I'm never going to do that to him. Also the vibes of that whole interaction is just not great to me.

#i needed more fluffy moments with him #or just flirtatious banter pls #teasing doesn't have to be incredibly mean!#gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #bg3 gale #gale x tav #tav x gale #gale romance

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fadedrainbowbookshelves · 11 months

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"Oh! that's Brephidium exilis. It's one of the smallest butterflies in the world, you know. Typically the species is found in southern North America."

"That's real nice to know. Maybe I've seen it before!"

#welcome home #welcome home fanart #frank frankly #eddie dear #eddie x frank #frank x eddie #Basically having a slumber party with someone you're married to #Quality time eating snacks and chattering for hours about the things you get excited about #I want a fluffy butterfly robe #Unaffiliated with the incredible Welcome Home creation I'm just a fan having fun!

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kristannafever · 2 months

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Second Chances

Kristanna Modern AU Rated: Explicit (See tags) WC: 3163

Summary: It's been eight months since Anna's ex broke up with her in a brutal way. Her concerned sister sets her up on a date, and when she meets Kristoff, it does not go well. Afterward, upon getting an earful from Elsa, Anna realizes her mistake and goes about making things right. What happens between them afterward gives them each a second chance at love and the life they both want to have.

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“Anna, I am breaking up with you.”

Anna nearly choked on the sip of coffee she had just taken. She stared at her boyfriend with wide eyes, not sure what she had just heard. “What?”

“It’s over.”

Panic began to well in the pit of her stomach. Her hands started to shake as she set the coffee mug back down on the table. “What do you mean?”

He heaved a dramatic sigh. “You heard me. We’re done.”

“Where is this coming from,” she pleaded, getting up and walking over to where he was standing in the kitchen. He’d just gotten back from his run. When he left the house, it was as if nothing was any different. And now he was telling her that they were done?

He rolled his eyes. “Oh come on, Anna. We haven’t had sex in weeks. And when we do, you’re so…” he moved his hands around like he was fishing for the word, “…uninspired. I mean, you don’t even give good blow jobs.”

Tears welled up in her eyes. She had thought the problems they were facing were just a bit of a slump. Just the day before she’d gone out and bought some sexy lingerie to surprise him with after the romantic dinner they had planned for that weekend. Was that not happening now?

“Oh, and just so you know,” he said casually as he turned away, “I’ve started seeing other women. So I can get… you know… taken care of. You don’t even know how to kiss properly.”

Anna felt sick to her stomach, watching helplessly after him as he walked towards their bedroom to take a shower. Despite having said some mean things to her from time to time, what he had just said was downright cruel, and she felt ashamed of herself. She felt stupid and pathetic.

Wiping her eyes, she went back to the table and sat down slowly, staring into her morning coffee that she’d actually been enjoying only a moment ago, trying to figure out in her mind what had just happened. The long and short of it? She didn’t please him and he’d been seeing other women.

How had she not known this? She had thought everything was just… normal. He had never been a very enthusiastic lover, and he always met his end while Anna had to often take care of herself, and now she had to wonder if it was because she was just that bad at pleasing a man?

He'd been her first serious boyfriend. Her first real love. The first guy she’d ever moved out with. And now all that was coming crashing down around her. Three years of her life, gone, just like that.

Anna buried her head into her hands and sobbed.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“This is a nice place, Anna.”

Anna didn’t respond, she just let her sister in without a word. The apartment had been his, of course she had to move out when he dumped her.

Her sister turned around at Anna’s silence. “You know I hate that man for what he did to you.”

“I know,” Anna said through a sigh. “I hate him too.” She told Elsa that he had cheated on her but she did not tell her sister the awful things that her ex had said to her. And they hadn’t ended in the kitchen that day. She had begged and pleaded with him for hours afterwards and was met with yet more harsh comments on what an awful woman she was.

Anna led them into the living room and poured them each a glass of red wine from the bottle that was sitting on the coffee table. She watched her sister as her eyes went around, taking in the small apartment before settling onto her gaze.

“So, have you been on any dates?”

“Elsa…” Anna sighed with frustration. “Why won’t you drop it?”

“Anna, it’s been what? Eight months? You need to move on.”

Anna was silent and looked down into her wine. She knew she needed to move on, but how could she do that? Apparently, she had nothing to offer a man. What possible hope did she have of making something work.

Elsa set her wine glass down on the table and turned towards her on the couch. “I’m so sorry I haven’t been able to get out here sooner. Work has been incredibly demanding, only now that I see you, I feel like that is a pathetic excuse.”

She frowned. Did she really look that bad? “It’s okay, Elsa. I know how important your job is. And you still call me almost every night.”

“I do, which is probably why you’re tired of telling me you need to get back out there. You have to see that it’s time to live your life again, don’t you?”

Anna did know that. And she wanted to, desperately. But what man would want her? She’d been hit on a few times only to brush the guy off knowing that she would end up disappointing him in the end. If she was honest with herself, she didn’t think she’d be able to stomach going through that again.

“Listen, Anna. I have a friend who’s fairly new to our firm who happens to have moved from here. She has a brother, and she says-”

Anna’s eyes went wide. “No way, Elsa. I am absolutely not about to be set up right now.”

“Please, Anna.” Elsa reached out and grabbed her free hand. “For me? Please? You can’t be afraid to start dating again.”

She pulled her hand away from her sisters and set the wine down on the coffee table as she got up. “No. Absolutely not.”

Elsa followed her as she walked into the kitchen. “Give me one good reason why you won’t?” her sister demanded.

Anna pursed her lips. She would never breathe a word of what her ex had said to her to another living soul, and that was giving her little option for an excuse. “I… don’t want to.”

Her sister put her hands on her hips. “It’s just one date. Who knows, maybe you’ll get lucky. Maybe what you need is a night of hot sex to get back on the horse.”

Her face lit up with heat. “What the fuck, Elsa? I do not need to hear that coming from my sister.” Not only that, she did not need a reminder of how awful she was in bed. It was a constant source of shame that hung over her head.

Elsa gave her a gentle smile. “Sorry. I was just trying to make a point. You have to stop keeping yourself from things that make you happy. You haven’t even gone to the gym or hung out with your friends since you left your ex.”

“He dumped me, but yeah, I know I haven’t.”

“You need to start living again.”

Anna heaved a deep sigh. Perhaps it was time. She’d certainly seen plenty of men who she thought were attractive. Enough that she’d pleasured herself to the thoughts of being with a man again. That at least she knew she wasn’t bad at. In fact, she was practically an expert at getting herself off now.

“Can I tell my friend yes?”

Anna looked to her sister’s pleading eyes. “Fine. One date.”

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The bar was packed, making it hard for Anna to pick out the man that she was supposed to meet. She’d been given a general description. Tall guy, big build, blond… Anna had formed many mental pictures in her mind of what he might actually look like.

She was told that he’d be somewhere in the bar waiting for her, and every blond Anna looked at seemed to already be on a date or clearly out with a group of friends. The guy Anna was looking for was supposed to be alone.

She muscled her way to the bar where groups of people were gathered around the stools and talking, waiting on drinks. Then she spotted a blond man sitting at the end, surrounded by women. The guy was absolutely huge; his t-shirt stretched tight over his biceps and chest. And he was gorgeous. His rugged handsomeness was undeniable. That was why there were women all over him.

Thinking that couldn’t be her date, Anna went to turn away, when his eyes caught hers and widened with something like recognition.

“Hey, are you Anna?” he called to her over the music and loud conversations

She nodded, not wanting to shout back to him, and he got up from his stool and approached her. Every single woman he was surrounded by watched all of his movements with lusty interest.

His imposing height loomed over her. “I’m Kristoff,” he said, sticking out his hand.

“Nice to meet you,” Anna responded, shaking it and thinking it wasn’t nice at all. Not after he’d been hanging out with all those stunning women while waiting for her to show up for their date. What the hell? Who does that?

“They’re super busy and wouldn’t let me grab a table until you showed up,” he said.

He already sounded bored. What the hell had Anna gotten herself into. “Okay.”

Kristoff shrugged and took off to find a table. Anna followed, kind of hoping they wouldn’t find one. The guy was clearly someone who could get whoever he wanted and probably often did.

Towards the back of the bar near the bathrooms, he spied an open table and made a b-line to it. Anna sat on the stool across from him and put her purse on the edge of the high table.

He smiled. “It’s quieter over here too.”

There was nothing but cool confidence behind that smile and Anna squirmed again thinking of how many gorgeous women had been salivating over him moments before. “You sure didn’t waste your time talking to the other ladies, I see.”

He frowned. “They were talking to me. I wasn’t talking to them.”

Anna rolled her eyes. “Sure. A guy like you must just hate it when women hang all over him.”

His unhappy face turned into a scowl. “What are you saying?”

“Look, I agreed to go on this date, but not with a player, okay?”

Kristoff became emotionless. “Have me pegged, do you?” he asked evenly.

Anna could only shrug. “It’s not that hard to figure out. The reason a guy who looks like you is single, is that he wants to stay single.”

He stared at her, expression impossible to read.

“Lets just save us both time. I refuse to be a conquest, so you can just go back to all those ladies at the bar who can barely keep it in their pants.” Anna got up, keeping her eyes off his unreadable face, feeling relieved. She didn’t even want to go on this date in the first place. She was almost glad that this guy, as hot as he was, wasn’t going to work out.

Anna spared him a glance as she turned away and was a little shocked to see profound sadness in his eyes. It was almost enough for her to turn back around and say something.

Almost.

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Anna looked at her ringing phone. It was Elsa. She let out a long sigh and answered. “Hello?”

“What the fuck, Anna? Why the hell did you brush off that date last night?”

She groaned inwardly. This was not a conversation she wanted to have. “He wasn’t my type.”

“Bullshit! My friend talked to her brother and he told her what you said to him. That was pretty awful, Anna.”

She frowned. Had it been? She was only speaking the truth. “Well… you didn’t tell me the guy was a total player.”

Elsa huffed with frustration. “He’s not! He hasn’t been on a date in a year!”

“Elsa, he had women, and I mean gorgeous women, all over him when I arrived at the bar.”

“And he was what? Flirting with them?”

Anna thought back to the scene at the bar. One of the women had her hand on his arm and was talking his ear off, another one giving him fuck me eyes from his other side, two behind him waiting for their turn, and he was… sitting there. He was staring at something. Or was it nothing. Then he’d looked over and his eyes had widened… they kind of looked a little… well at the time it looked like recognition but thinking back, they seemed a little more… relieved?

Anna gasped. “Oh no, what have I done?”

Her sister sighed. “Anna, you might need to talk to someone. I don’t know what Hans did to you, but it was something. I have doubts that he was never abusive to you even though you assured me that he never was.”

“He said some mean things, Elsa. That’s all.” Anna would give her that much, no more. Not ever. No one would ever know of her humiliation.

There was silence on the other end of the line for a beat. “So maybe you said some things you didn’t mean to a nice guy because you are still so scared of putting yourself out there?”

Anna’s stomach rolled with unease to think about the hurtful way she’d brushed Kristoff off. “Yeah. I guess I am.”

“Well, at least you can recognise that.”

“Elsa, I feel terrible. Is there any way I can get his number? To apologise?”

“Well…I can ask my friend, although I have to warn you, she was pretty pissed that you treated her brother that way.”

“Please try, Elsa. I feel awful and I need to tell him that I am sorry.”

“Alright. I’ll call you back in five, okay?”

“Okay.” Anna hung up the phone and rung it in her hands. She could not believe she’d been so mean to someone and tears sprung in her eyes. It made her feel terrible to think she’d said something hurtful to someone. It reminded her of what her ex had said to her, and that Kristoff guy did not deserve that, even if he was a player.

Her phone rang in her hands and startled her to the point she almost threw it across the room. “Hello?”

“Okay, I got the number.”

“Oh, thank you, Elsa. Thank you so much.” She sniffed. “And tell your friend-”

“Anna, are you crying?”

She nodded and started to sob. “I feel so bad, Elsa. I was so mean to that poor man. Please tell your friend to tell her brother that I am so sorry and that he can expect me to contact him to say so that I can apologize and-”

“Anna… Anna!”

She sniffed and reigned in her emotions. This was insane. She needed to get a grip on herself. For all those months she carried all that hurt when her ex broke up with her and it was all starting to come out after treating someone else poorly. It was becoming a little clearer to her that there were some issues she was going to have to deal with, and soon.

“Anna?”

Sniff. “Yeah?”

“You need to stop beating yourself up about this, okay?”

“What if he doesn’t accept my apology?” Anna asked, wiping her damp cheeks.

“Well, then I guess you just have to live with it.”

She shoulders slumped, suddenly exhausted. “Yeah. I guess I made the bed I have to lie in it.”

Her sister was silent on the other end for a moment. “Whatever happens, Anna… it’ll be okay. Everything will be okay. You’ll have plenty of other chances.”

Anna nodded to herself, steeling her emotions for the text she was about to send. “I know. Thank you, Elsa.”

*****

Kristoff looked at the text from the number that he did not know, and set the phone down in contemplation.

He knew it was coming. His sister had called him and given him the heads up she’d passed his number along to the woman who was so rude to him last night. To say he was conflicted was an understatement.

He hadn’t been hurt like that in a while. Which was weird because he didn’t know this woman. It was just that she passed him off so easily that it made him second guess himself a bit. In retrospect, he should have been ruder to the women vying for his attention at the bar. Why couldn’t this Anna understand that he had absolutely zero interest in them. Instead, she’d taken one look at him and decided he was one of those pigs that used women as conquests. And that fucking hurt.

That was why he’d agreed to be set up. Trying to meet someone on line or even in a club brought out all the wrong kinds of women for him. He had yet to meet someone that was looking for something serious, not just some fun fling or one night stand.

He sighed, and read the message again.

Hi Kristoff, this is Anna, the woman who was rude to you last night and who you wish you probably never met. I need to say that I am sorry for how I acted and what I said to you. Clearly! I have issues to deal with. I would hope you have it in your heart to meet me quickly so that I may apologize in person. If you wish to never talk to me again though, I completely understand. If I don’t hear back from you in a couple of days, I will assume I have my answer and delete your number. I am sorry.

It read like an email, and quite frankly a little bit of a cry for help. He certainly had his own issues, and he could not deny that her acknowledging her own had softened his attitude towards how she had treated him. It wasn’t like he was exactly innocent of never behaving poorly when he was dealing with things. When his sister had let him know to expect her to contact him, he just shrugged and assumed he’d delete the message and move on. Only having read it and its sincerity…

He started typing.

Hi Anna. Thank you for reaching out. Please don’t be too hard on yourself. If you would like to talk, we could meet for a coffee?

He read it three times and hit send before he changed his mind. He’d just set his phone down when it dinged.

He chuckled. “That was fast.”

Thank you so much Kristoff! Would tomorrow work? I could meet you at 11 at that coffee shop that’s just on the corner of 10th and Elm?

He typed back;

Sure. See you then

Anna immediately hearted his message and he set his phone down. He’d been watching the game on TV and he turned his attention back to it, only in the back of his mind he had other thoughts about how seeing this woman again was going to go.

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#cee wrote this mess #second chances #kristoff #anna #kristanna #kristanna modern au #listen this is p with a little bit of p #if you know what I mean #it is incredibly and unapologetically self-indulgent #and I'm not even sure what it is I just wanted to write something DIRTY #so it starts out angsty and then gets all fluffy and smutty #I've completed 8 chapters with the plan to leave it open ended so that I can update the smut when the mood strikes

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freckleslikestars · 9 days

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slow dancing in the pouring rain

five times Mulder and Scully dance. because @imasquint made this post.

I rarely make playlists for fics, but I did for this one because there was very specific music I was thinking of when I wrote it.

2090 words, read here on AO3

The first time he sees her dance, she’s three sheets to the wind, and he’s not faring much better. They’d had a long slog of a day, obtuse local cops and circular interviews that went nowhere, and on the walk back to their motel she’d dragged him into a bar, ordering them two fingers of rye and a bottle of beer each, ignoring his raised eyebrows and half-hearted, hesitant ‘Scully…’

He’d switched to water three rounds ago, around the time her head had started bobbing to the music crackling over the speakers. He was glad he had, happy in the knowledge that he’d still be able to remember her swaying in the morning, never wanting to forget the image of her arms spread and her eyes half-closed as she swirled herself around a couple of feet away from him with no real connection to the music. When she slipped, wobbling into him with a chuckle on her lips and a hand on his chest, he smiled and tucked a wisp of hair behind her ear, placing a hand on her lower back, ‘I think you’ve had enough. Let’s get you back to bed.’

She blinks up at him dopily, a smirk colouring her lips, and he has to clear his throat, shake his head, ‘not like that, come on.’

He can’t deny he hasn’t thought about it, contemplated unwrapping his pretty little spy, tasting the dimple at the base of her spine, flickering his tongue across her freckles as he charted their constelations - after all, she’d bared herself to him back when they first met, fueling many a fantasy over the past year. But he’d come to rely on her as his voice of reason, come to enjoy her company even more, and he had no desire to put that at risk, no desire to see her look of shame and disappointment in the morning.

He thinks if she looked at him like that, he might just die.

II.

He proffers his hand, pulling her up and spinning her to the throaty strains of Cher. When she collides with his chest, he holds her tight, losing himself in the depths of her ocean eyes as they slow dance in a crowded room.

She’s back from the dead, and he swears that he won’t take her for granted, not this time.

He spins her and she’s clumsy, a juxtaposition he can’t help but find endearing. This is a woman who can outshoot him nine times out of ten, whose steady hands have stitched him back together more times than he can count, but set her to music and she loses all semblance of grace.

Her eyes are bright, though, and her cheeks rosy as she crashes back into him, and he wants to fall to his knees at her feet, praise her for existing, swear fealty. Instead, her turns her under his arm and draws her in tight, presses a kiss to her temple and hides his face in her hair.

III.

They’re at a gala, some fundraiser that Skinner requested their presence at. She’s danced the night away in the arms of various assistant directors, following their lead and smiling politely at their jokes. He watches from a dark corner, swirling his untouched prosecco and quashing the tightness in his chest at the sight of her ducking her head demurely as Skinner cuts in. He knows she’s just keeping up appearances, knows that he’s the one she’s going home with, knows that the only person seeing what she’s got under that slinky dress tonight will be him, but the gnawing jealousy still tingles in his peripheries, itches at his palms, as the Skinman presses a soft kiss to her cheek, brushes a palm against her satin-clad hip.

She catches his eye across the room, an enigmatic smile playing at the corner of her lips as she extracts herself from their boss’s arms, inclines her head as she ducks out of the room, and who is he to ignore such an intriguing mystery?

He finds her in a service corridor running along the back of the ballroom, clearly a passage for the hotel staff and unintended for guests, but the string quartet that’s playing for the event can still be heard. She’s lounging against the wall, studying her manicure when he approaches, all black satin and coiffured hair, and he thinks she might just be the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, a silent movie star with dark-stained lips. ‘You haven’t danced with anyone all night,’ she murmurs as he slouches alongside her, straightening his tie without making eye contact, ‘I hope it hasn’t been on my account.’

‘There’s only one person I want to dance with here tonight, and I don’t think anybody would be happy to see it.’

‘Well, I’m sure if you asked, Skinner wouldn’t mind taking your hand. But I’ll warn you, he’s surprisingly light on his feet.’

‘And you think I’m not?’

She glances up at him, mirth lining the creases of her smile, and takes his hand, letting him lead her to the centre of the corridor. His hand settles on the small of her back, the other folding around her own, and he waits a moment to pick up the phrase of the music. She stumbles the first few steps, but he’s confident in this, at least, guiding her in a lilting waltz with the cadence of summers on the Vineyard, ocean waves lapping at the marina hulls. Sometimes she forgets his upbringing, old money and expectations, finds herself swelling with pride at the man he is.

The music fades, and he draws her close, her mouth pliant under his when he kisses her. ‘Take me home, Mulder,’ she whispers into him, and his hand tightens on her hips for a moment, anticipation fizzling in his fingertips. He has to pull away, knowing all too well that he no longer has the restraint he’s been reigning himself in with for the past seven years. Hand in hand, he leads her further away from the ballroom, through a set of swing doors, further into the territory of the staff, away from the threat of prying eyes and workplace rumours. They can hear the clatter of a kitchen not far off, and a little investigating finds them a tray of sweet canapes that’s yet to go out. He holds a fruit tart out for her and she takes a delicate bite, moaning at the burst of tart passionfruit, licks the fleck of cream that ends up on his top lip when he swallows the rest.

‘Do you think anyone will notice we’re gone?’

’Probably not,’ she murmurs, and they both know it’s a lie. She’s been the centre of attention the entire night, everyone wanting a turn to twirl the beautiful Mrs Spooky around the floor, ask her hushed questions about why she still skulks around in the basement with that crackpot, ole’ Spooky Mulder, when she could be working her way up the ranks. He could probably get away with leaving, would put money on nobody even noticing he’s no longer sulking in the corner, but she’ll be missed. She traps herself between his body and the wall, pulling him into her, and she tastes sweet and tart and like there’s no end in sight, like he’s hopelessly, inevitably lost in her, like she’s his beginning and end and everything in between. He’s melting, evaporating, solidifying and sublimating, convinced that he’ll fuse himself into her, and he feels tipsy, heady, drunk on her.

‘Hey!’ their heads dart up, wide eyes staring at the waist-coated waiter, ‘you can’t be back here!’

They lock eyes for a moment, a silent agreement passing between them, and then they’re off, running down the corridor hand in hand, the satin of her dress billowing out behind her as their dress shoes crack on the parquet flooring, grins plastered on their faces as they sprint through the corridors and down the front stairs. There was no need to run, the waiter had more important things to do than chase them, but their peels of laughter followed them down a block and a half before they pulled to a stop, crumpling into one another as they slumped against the cool glass of a late night pizza place, the warm light spilling out around them and casting their shadows long on the pavement. ‘Take me home, Mulder,’ she gasps as they try to catch their breath, her eyes twinkling as they catch on his.

The next morning she’ll get a call from Skinner’s assistant, informing her she left her coat in the cloakroom, her cell and wallet tucked neatly in the pockets. She’s just about to hang up when Arlene clears her throat, hesitates, ‘Agent Mulder also forgot his coat, and he’s not picking up his home phone. Do you know how I can contact him?’

IV.

The summer had been hot and sultry, dust accumulating on every surface, the grass crackling in the heat. He can feel the storm before it breaks, sense the tingle up his spine, itches at the electricity that fizzles across his skin. The first distant roll of thunder echoes through the open windows only moments before the fat drops of rain start falling, and he drags her out with the promise of puddles and petrichor.

The ground has dried to cracking, the hard earth too dehydrated to absorb the rainfall, and it splashes around their bare feet as he pulls her into the meadow, spinning her around with gleeful cries and cheers. Within seconds, their hair is plastered to their face, and their clothes are drenched. She’s beautiful, a nymph whirling through the downpour, joy spilling from every inch of her, and he watches for a moment as she pulls in a breath of crisp air, lets it out on a cackling laugh. Her eyes lock on his, and he’s falling in love all over again, tumbling head over heel into her arms. They sway to the rumble of thunder, the patter of rain in the dusty dirt as it works itself into a muddy slurry beneath their feet, a song only they can hear. Steps that have creaked across the porch, warmed by the golden glow of sunset. A rhythm established on the kitchen tile. Lightening splinters the gloom and he hoists her into his arms, making a beeline for the house.

They make love on the paint-peeling porch, wet clothes peeled off and left scattered in a trail from the meadow. She’s his safe harbour, his sanctuary, his retreat.

She comes home to him on a Sunday. His old transistor sits on the desk in the living room, staticky but still functional as he brings in the last of her boxes from the car. She didn’t take much when she left, and she’s returning with even less. She’s bobbing her head along out of time with the music whilst she’s unpacking a box of medical texts, stacking them neatly along the bookshelf. When they were younger she’d always been so stoic around music, a tapping of the foot the only thing he’d ever get out of her. It took years to realise she was tone deaf with two left feet, even longer to realise she was so self conscious about it that he could count on one hand the number of times she’d felt free enough to dance around him.

Stevie Nicks is singing about rain, and he watches as her shoulders start shifting. The last book is slid into place and her arms drift up above her head, a soft smile playing on her lips as she closes her eyes and dances, right there in their living room.

She startles when he turns the music up slightly, freezes for a moment until he starts dancing too, and then they’re both dancing, singing loudly without a care in the world towards how they actually sound. He hasn’t seen her this free in years, maybe not since they danced in the rain, maybe not even since she spun under the dim yellow lights of a shitty dive bar. Her smile banishes the darkness that threatens to creep into the corners, though, and he falls in love all over again as she trips and stumbles into him, crying out his name with laughter as he picks her up and spins her around. It’s going to be different this time, he promises, and for the first time they both believe it.

She’s here. She’s home. She’s his.

Tagging @today-in-fic

#my writing #xf fanfic #msr #this is just so incredibly fluffy it's almost painful #please brush your teeth after reading #txf

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cloudofbutterflies · 10 months

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It is honestly so rude that I cannot hug bears. They really made the cutest fluffiest cuddliest creature on the planet to the point where they have a hug named after it and then made it an apex fucking predator who would rip my spine out if I tried. Homophobic.

#homophobia #hugs #bears #bear #as in the animal #not as in an incredibly sexy gay dude #animals #wildlife #its just #so rude #fluffy #cuddly #hug #idk what else to tag this #truth #because this is the truth #predators #naturalism #i think

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eyestrain-addict · 7 months

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Would like to remind everyone who may be thinking about watching IWTV (2022), cus apparently it needs to be said, the show is a southern gothic. The movie (1994) and the book are not southern gothics, they are just set in the south. Sincerely, a southern person.

#respect the genre #but it can be an incredibly dark genre. more so than other gothic subgenres #so like. dead dove do not eat if you just want fluffy gay shit #just go watch wwdits #iwtv #amc iwtv #southern gothic #interview with the vampire #louis de pointe du lac #lestat de lioncourt #claudia iwtv

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bonkobarnes · 11 days

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cam x becca hc I can’t get out of my head so here u go

- Becca braids Cam’s hair while Cam tells her the importance of it (what little she remembers)

- Cam never learned how to braid it herself, so it’s been years since she wore it like that

- the first time she sees herself in the mirror she gets emotional and she’s not sure why

- Becca thinks Cam looks handsome with her hair braided, and tells her this often

- it just encourages Cam to wear it like that more

- Cam starts to become more intentional about her hair, and Becca becomes one of the only people that can touch it

#cams dad didn’t like her hair being braided as a kid because it made her ‘look too native’#I know this is incredibly fluffy so you gotta imagine they have fought and made up to get the full effect #I just can’t stop thinking about Becca being in the periphery watching cams reconnection journey #cam x rebecca #cam bentland #under the bridge

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icarus-star · 28 days

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hcs bc rory brainrot ^ ^

chris my pook he would loveeee u playin with his hair!!!! he'd be all flustered n giggling while u do little braids or ponytails as hes layin in ur lap ohemgee >_<

n charlies the cutest ever he'sdefinitely a clumsy boy!! u could give him the most easiest task n he'd manage to make a mess even if hes tryin his best not to!!! it's so sad n cute i love himmmm :(

OH then clydeee i posted about this but he would sooo be into collecting techdecks!!!!!!!! i can jst imagine him bringin u to his room n there's techdecks on EVERY SINGLE SURFACE. he would even teach u how to do little tricks with themmm :333

ALSO i feel like clyde would have a youtube channel where he just posts super silly food reviews n videos of him doing random things with his friends!!!!! (based on ur comment abt him making crumbl reviews :333)

hold on i need to make this whole post about clyde havin a youtube channel omg. skateboarding vids, food reviews (crumbl cookies weekly flavors n shit), TECHDECK TUTORIALS like how 2 do tricks n shit. he prolly has a very active fanbase, though cheese (the guy in the movie who didn't wear a shirt ever. yeah, go look it up, his name was fucking cheese) might b a fan favorite ><

#i don't think that charlie would b clumsy just bcuz #BUT when he gets flustered (which is incredibly often thanks 2 u) he literally trips over air n shit #droppin everything on accident just cuz u said hi to him #chris's hair so fluffy ☹️#i ❤ rory culkin #rory culkin #rory culkin x reader #rory culkin smut #☆arties inbox

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egginfroggin · 6 months

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Had the mental image of Iced Tracks Zisu finding out that Ingo went like more than a decade with basically no physical contact and immediately seeking to remedy his touch starvation.

Lots of little touches and shoulder bumps get put into their everyday routine. It's like they gravitate towards each other whenever they're in the same room (which happens frequently). Standing very, very close to each other when they present together, closer than most royal couples tend to stand to each other -- there's no space between them at all.

She'll adjust his crown even when it's perfectly straight, and, after a time, he takes to fiddling with her hair.

Also, head bonks. They do it. Bonk your shoulder, bonk your back, bonk your head and make both our skulls rattle, yeh. We call that blunt force affection in this castle, dang it.

Basically, Zisu looks at it as a decade of touch deprivation and makes it her mission to make up for it. Ten-odd years is a long time to miss affection.

And I know that that's not how touch starvation works -- it's not like a meter that can be replenished and then bam, you're fine, it's an ongoing ailment that takes time to work through the psychological effects of -- but just as... a storytelling element? Is that the right word? Fluffs, it's for fluffs. Narrative frippery.

Anyway.

Yeah.

#iced tracks #captain zisu #subway boss ingo #dojoshipping #eggin's writings #i just like soft things don't look at me i like soft things #i need to heccin' draw some of these at some point :/#I'd like to point out that emmet is incredibly affectionate too #man's also a bit touch starved #I'll touch on that in another post though I think #for now enjoy the fluffy mental imagery this hopefully conjures #it's so silly I make fluff posts like this but the story itself has so much angst to go #like I'm thinking I need to get on with the story #Ingo's got mental breakdowns due y'all #but no my brain is like hehehehehehe post-story ship fluff go brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr #well anyway have a good day!

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