i just got woken up in the middle of the night by a thunderstorm, so — if you’re just as scared of them as i am, imagine, if you will, your f/o waking up along with you !
they notice the change in your body language almost immediately — maybe you’re all tense and subtly looking around the dark room as if to locate the sounds, maybe you’re flinching each time a thunder rumbles and echoes outside or your breathing gets just a little heavier — no matter what, your f/o is quick to recognise your growing anxiety and tightly wraps their arms around you, as if to protect you.
They bury their face in your hair, pressing a gentle kiss to your scalp, before whispering “It’s okay, I’ve got you. I’ll protect you. This storm’s got nothing on me.”
Giggling, you melt into their arms, or try to — but the wind’s howling is still unnerving, and all the different noises only seem to be getting louder. Your f/o reaches down to take your hand in theirs, rubbing their thumb over the back of it. “Hey, count with me, okay? From one thunder to the next — you’ll notice it’s actually suuuper far away and could never reach us.”
You let your f/o’s words invade your mind, focusing on them whilst you count together. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6… and with the next thunder, your f/o holds you a little tighter to their chest, making a little “oooh” sound as if they just made an amazing discovery. Their playfulness pulls you along and you can’t help but smile.
“There’s my favourite smile, you’re doing amazing. But, see, I told you! Now, let’s keep going. I’m telling you, that thunder is as scared of you as you are of it. It really just wants to pass by and have a look around.”
And again, you start counting. Gradually, the rain grows quieter, and the next thunder is already fifteen seconds away. You keep counting, until the world is at peace again and your eyes begin to droop shut due to exhaustion getting the better of you. The last thing you see is your f/o, smiling brightly at you, and sending you off to sleep with the words:
“I’m so proud of you. You can go back to sleep now, yeah? I‘ll keep you safe, I promise.”
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i think the hardest part about accepting "bide your time, let the ccs digest this" is that through the cmc situation, a lot of his fans and outsiders didn't understand the gravity of the situation and used the same arguments for cmc that dream stans on twitter and reddit are using today, but through that there was the reassurance of being able to say "if his closest friends have cut him off and spoken against him, why are you still on his side?". currently no dsmp ccs have spoken against dream or even acknowledged the situation, save for aimsey liking some tweets.
it's a different situation i get that (cmc was dealt with privately before it became public), but even so - it's been days now, and still the loudest voices are those defending dream and diminishing his actions. we know the ig messages were real, we know the private snapchat is real via the confirmation (from DREAM himself) that the ig messages are real. this situation isn't a he said-she said situation for most of amanda's evidence and though there's no concrete proof of grooming or sexual misconduct as of yet, the circumanstial evidence supports her claims of this.
right now we know for sure that dream was engaging in private conversations with minors for an extended period of time while in a position of power as a big content creator. on an app that's notorious for deleting evidence immediately. that's fact. that's absolutely unacceptable and a huge red flag, and, to iterate, the evidence supports her claims of there being sexual misconduct as well. this situation should not be allowed to be swept under the rug and with every day passing, it becomes more and more unacceptable that the ccs closely associated with him (and those that tend to cover drama within this space) don't speak up.
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Look For The Light
My prompts:
Eight Nights of Mulder, day 8 (last day!) - lights
X-Mas Files Challenge - Scully loves presents
Summary: It's William's first night at home and Mulder reflects how lucky he is. (fluffy fluff; wc: 851)
Tagging @today-in-fic @eightnightsofmulder
There is so much he wants to say. So much he thinks he should explain. There’s so much, and yet, he can’t stop staring at this tiny human being in his arms, a miracle from head to his ten toes. William is sleeping, his breathing going fast as if trying to catch up with the world now that he’s seeing it from the outside.
“How do you like it out here, hm?” Mulder asks, gently swaying. Time has lost all meaning to him. It might be late at night, or early morning. It doesn’t matter. In the bedroom, Scully is asleep, needing every second of shuteye she can get. He’s here for all these moments. That’s something that a few months ago seemed impossible.
“There’s nothing that’s impossible when it comes to us Mulders, right? Well, you’re half a Mulder and half a Scully. Makes you twice as awesome.” Mulder has been amazed by Scully ever since he’s known her, but now, she’s a certified hero in his eyes.
“Your mom is the most amazing person in the world. You probably know that already.” The child’s eyes remain closed, and his body slack. “Already not listening. Yeah, you’re my son.” He chuckles softly, just watching. This tiny nose that Mulder hopes will take on Scully’s shape as it grows. The tuft of reddish hair on his small head that’s softer than anything Mulder has ever touched. He has never felt so whole, or so much at home with himself, and in the world. He didn’t think he’d get here. Decades of running after the truth, of following every light in the sky, and this time, the light led him here. To William, and to Scully.
He tried explaining it to Scully earlier, with their son between them. The light. How all he did was follow it. But she was just smiling, probably not listening at all, and then, a moment later, she was asleep, looking so much like William. Mulder picked him up, hoping he’d, too, sleep a while. So far, he’s in luck. That same luck that has been following him ever since he set out to find Scully.
The light that led him. He looks at William and he feels it. It’s there. It’s a warmth, a bond. Love. If Scully were awake, if he said this to her, he knows she would roll her eyes at him. He’ll stick to his story. There was a light and he followed it. That, to him, is William. He has brought light into his and Scully’s life, leading them onward from now on. His son chooses that moment to open his eyes. They’re still unfocused, lost in this big, big world, but Mulder can’t help but smile.
“Knew I was thinking about you, hm? You’re clever like that. We should wake your mom.” He will never tire of this. Scully is a mom and he’s a dad. The product of their love is in his arms, just waking up, just getting to know the world around him.
“You know what? We should think of a gift for your mom. I’m gonna tell you a secret, Will.” The baby shuffles in his arms, his eyes closing again. “Your mom loves presents. Oh, she pretends she doesn’t, but she loves them.”
“Are you talking about me?” There she is, his Scully. She’s leaning against the door frame, looking utterly exhausted and happier than he’s ever seen her.
“Just explaining some things to our son. I can’t stop looking at him.”
“He really is cute,” Scully agrees, joining Mulder and leaning against him now.
“Hey, why are you up? You should be sitting down. Come on.” Together they make their way back to the bedroom. “How much did you hear?”
“Just you saying I love presents. And Mulder, who doesn’t love presents?”
“Knew it,” he whispers to a fussy William before he kisses his downy head and hands him to Scully, who expertly nurses William. She leans against the headboard, her head tilted toward Mulder.
“Hey you,” he says, grinning. “I meant what I said when you were eavesdropping.”
“Wasn’t eavesdropping,” she says, smiling.
“You just tell yourself that.” He kisses her hair, her temple.
“You already gave me a gift, Mulder.”
“Courage, yeah. You said that.”
“That and Samantha’s doll. You came back to me. Because of you, there’s William. I already have everything I could possibly want.” Tears roll down her face and he realizes he’s crying too. “All I want is more moments like these.”
“You can’t get rid of me. You'll have to share these moments with me. Unless… do you think we can find space for my fish tank here?”
“I think we can arrange that.”
“Then that’s settled.” He leans his head against hers, watching as their son nurses happily, half falling asleep. Like his mother. They will have a million more moments like these - he'll make sure of it. Every single one will feel special. Next year, and every year after this, Mulder will tell William about the night he was born, and the light he followed.
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