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#made myself sad with this :((((
the-spooky-alien · 1 year
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Day 26 of Fictober !
Fandom : X-Files with the prompt "I'm doing it, shut up." (Cheated a bit with this one, I'll admit)
Tagging @today-in-fic and @xffictober2022
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He listens to it every night. In the dark of his appartment, the sound echoes as if it all happens here, the sound of smashed glass and Scully’s cries mingling until the tape ends.
It’s nothing more than an illusion. If it had happened here, maybe he could have done something. He could have pushed Duane Barry through the damn wall, crashed his head against it until the man couldn’t do anything to Scully. He could have held her, shielding her.
If it had happened here, maybe Scully would still be here, with him. Alive. Safe.
Not gone to God knows where.
Not potentially dead.
He closes his eyes against the thought, but the image of her dismembered body follows him, crawling underneath its lids, carving itself on his pupils. He can’t escape it. It’s everywhere.
He failed her. It’s all his goddamn fault.
‘’I’m sorry,’’ he croaks when the sound of the broken glass echoes for the thousand time, almost drowning her gasp of terror. He imagines it, laying on his couch, fingers digging in his palm. How her blue eyes widened, how she stumbled back to escape Barry, how she fell on the ground and begged for his help.
‘’I need your help !’’ Her voice breaks on a grunt, but he can still feels her fear as if its own, seeping underneath his own flesh, digging and tearing his guts, making his heart gallop in his chest. He wonders if she thought he would save her. If she waited for him until the end, staring at the inky stars on Skyland Mountain, forced to walk towards her doom. He wonders if she would ever forgive him for being late. ‘’Mulder !’’
It’s gut-wrenching to hear her again and again, his name so unfamiliar in her voice distorted by terror. He hates it, dreams of it at night, wakes up to the sound of her screaming. It’s etched onto his brain, the only thing his ears can hear.
It’s his punishment. Every nights, he listens to it. It will only stop when he finds her again.
It’s his only way to be absolved.
‘’Mulder !’’
The lump in his throat has claws, and each of it plunge inside his flesh, tears out arteries and vocal chords, windpipe and oesophagus. He dies on his couch again and again, every time he listens to this tape.
When it’s over, he lays still, eyes on the ceiling. And he talks.
‘’I’m sorry I wasn’t here, Scully,’’ he says to the empty room, to her, lost, somewhere beyond the stars. ‘’I’m sorry I wasn’t with you when it happened. I should have find you sooner. I should have tried harder. Maybe it would have changed things. Maybe he would have taken me instead.’’ It rises before he can stop it, blossoming in his chest, scorching and acid like bile, falling out of his lips. ‘’I wish it had been me.’’
The only answer he gets is silence.
It’s the only things he deserves.
Something ugly escapes him, a broken sound. Too raw. Too sharp. Too Scully-shaped hole. ‘’I’m doing it again, aren’t I ? Feeling sorry for myself. Shut up, Mulder.’’ The tears burn but he welcomes the pain with open arm, cradles it close to his chest, like a child with a plushie. He knows pain intimately. He knows it more than he knows his own damn parents. ‘’Just fucking shut up.’’
The heel of his palms cover his eyes, press against the wetness there.
‘’I’m sorry,’’ he chokes again, ‘’I wish you were here, Scully.’’
Silence weighs on his chest, constricts his lungs. He rewinds the tape and settles back on his couch, closing his eyes.
‘’Mulder !’’
Until he finds her again.
He listens to it every night.
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williamrikers · 2 years
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OFMD + PotC quotes
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raphaerolo · 1 month
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Get this man medical attention and a hug
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afeastfortuna · 3 months
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No one talks enough about the fact Annabeth first heard the Great Prophecy when she was twelve. It scared her so much she had nightmares about it.
She knew (or at least believed) from the moment Percy was claimed he wouldn't make it past his 16th birthday.
Imagine Annabeth telling herself he's a bit of an idiot anyway, and a son of Poseidon, you can't really like him?
Imagine Annabeth finally accepting he's a friend, only to have nightmares of Thalia's death... except when she looks down it's Percy on the ground.
Imagine Annabeth hating that spark of hope she felt when Thalia came back, older, but not old enough, because she's going to lose one of her best friends and she's just got Thalia back.
Imagine Annabeth finally accepting that if she's going to lose Percy she shouldn't waste time, and asking him to the cinema, only to see him with another girl and realising she was too late.
Imagine Annabeth speaking at his funeral, looking across the crowd and seeing him standing there, and realising that it means she'll have to do this all over again.
Imagine Annabeth, who wants to become an architect so she can build something permanent, knowing that whatever she has with Percy can only end all too soon.
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fic-over-cannon · 4 months
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Jason Todd will cockblock himself if he thinks you can’t give 100% informed consent.
A few too many drinks at a gala and you’re drunkenly trying to make out with your gorgeous boyfriend. He’ll stop kissing you once he can taste the champagne on your lips, notices the glassy sheen to your eyes. Jason folds your roaming hands back into your lap and makes you promise to be good. He’ll take you home early and get some water into you before tucking you into bed. He’ll go so far as to sleep on the couch, door open to the bedroom so he can hear if you need him.
Jason remembers what Catherine looked like, coming off of a high and not remembering what day it was. The fear in her eyes and the shake in her voice when she asked if anyone else had been in the apartment.
Jason remembers the early days after the pit. When he’d wake up after blacking out in rage and not remember what his body had done. Seeing the blood on his skin and not knowing where it came from.
Jason never wants you to wake up with that same fearful not knowing. So he’ll sleep on the couch and make sure you’re safe. In the morning he’ll cook you breakfast and kiss you silly. But you’re going to have a talk, the two of you, once you’re sober enough to have a real conversation. Establish boundaries and plan consent for if you do want to fool around if one of you is impaired, or how you want to handle it if you don’t. But it’s not tomorrow yet, and Jason’s tired. He can sleep soundly though, knowing that nothing’s going to happen to you.
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purgatory-jar · 7 months
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Darling, don't be afraid, I have loved you for a thousand years, i'll -
🍂
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heartmis · 1 year
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#character development
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egophiliac · 5 months
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C'MON TO THE THEATER!
I love these guys so much. forget NRC, I want to attend their terrible disaster school for disaster children that might actually be plastered on top of the smoking remains of an actively sinking ship. I may or may not actually learn anything, but I will have the time of my life.
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ultimatedirk · 7 months
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fairy boy no more.
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kogla · 9 months
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''...Just an angel who goes along with Heaven as far as he can.''
This scene has been following me for some days now. I love this theory where Azriraphale has his memory erased to '' better fulfil'' his Archangel Supreme duty. Then we'll have Crowley, who tries for a long time to make him remember again everything. But what if the big battle comes and his angels still can't remember anything until it's too late? ... Crowley is just happy to be able to see HIS angel one last time ...
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Fic inspired by this : https://archiveofourown.org/works/51412579 !! by @citizen-sade
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hensel-x · 3 months
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And oh What a way to die Standing eye to eye Pretending we're alive As we grow colder And oh The devil that I know Is better than the devil that I don't
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minnesotasoccermom · 9 months
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both of these things can be true, there is happiness
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piink-u · 5 months
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I hope people understand that when I say "I miss the dsmp" that I don't mean some people, some story lines, some general things, the fandom... Hells, I barely miss the part of the lore or characters I liked.
What I miss is crimeboys making an alleyway simply because they wanted to play more together after the lore for the day was done. I miss Tubbo spinning around on the spot trying to find a giggling Wilbur. I miss Wilbur smiling to himself and writing on chat just for us to see that "Tubbo reminds me of myself when younger". I miss Techno getting into the server tired as fuck just cause one of his friends called him and wanted to do absolutely nothing in Minecraft with him. I miss Wilbur staying awake until ungodly hours to keep Techno company when my man was farming potatoes and try-harding. I miss SBI and friends crashing into Phil's hardcore streams to talk about nothing at all and absolutely everything just to be together and laugh and say shit. I miss Tommy trying to make sense of something and the smile on his face after Wilbur would laugh heartily and say "That's quote book, for sure". I miss stories about late night gameplays of fucking TF2. I miss chat crying to Phil, his sigh, his giggle and his "What did they do?". I...
I guess I just miss them.
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bluberryfields · 4 months
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While Crowley's Sassy Face™️ is obviously the star here, I would also like to appreciate Aziraphale's answering Chuckle and Bob™️.
"Happy, Angel?"
"Yes, quite."
Seriously, just fuck already. Please.
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sorrowfulrosebud · 5 months
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Part two of this
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“MAMAAAAAAAA!!” Your baby wailed as he runs to you, tiny feet pattering against the floor. Your head immediately snaps to your child, barely having time to snatch him into your arms as he jumps at you.
“What’s wrong, sweetpea?” You ask, checking him over for wounds. There was the telltale signs of teeth marks on his chubby little hands, the surrounding area a tiny bit pink. His cheeks wobbled with unshed tears as he sniffled into your neck.
“Did daddy get you again, baby?” You murmur to him, rocking your toddler. He lets out a pathetic sniffle as he plays with your hair.
“Mhm,” he whimpers pitifully. You roll your eyes slightly, knowing just how rough your husband can be. You know he doesn’t mean it, he just adores his baby and gets too riled up when playing.
“Shall mama tell daddy off?” You ask him quietly, holding his hand as you rubbed the soft skin. Your toddler thought for a minute before nodding his head. Katsuki’s blonde locks peeked round the corner, his muscular body following. His eyes widen and you can see the fear in his face when he figures out he’s been ratted on.
“You little snitch! You wanted to play hero’s and villains,” Katsuki grumbled as your son glares at him.
“Dada, it hurt!” He argues back. You have to try not to laugh as your two Bakugou’s bicker. Honestly, if you pitched your husbands voice down and blindfolded yourself, you wouldn’t be able to tell who was who.
“Mama, no laugh! Tell daddy off!” He pouts, cradling his ‘injured hand’. You wipe away your laughter and smile and try to glare at your husband. Katsuki was fighting for his life with his son, trying to excuse himself before stilling at your “glare”.
“Katsuki, what you did was wrong. He’s only little, you need to be more careful! Look at his hand,” you scold lightly. Katsuki didn’t even see the bite marks when he was playing with him.
“Shit, didn’t know I left a mark. You okay squirt? I’m sorry kid, daddy didn’t mean to nip you so hard,” his face slightly melts with guilt. His son’s hand was tiny in his own, as he lifted it to his lips and gave him a little kiss to make him feel better.
“Be caweful daddy, that weally hurt,” he sniffled. You nudge your son.
“Do you want to give daddy a hug? Show you’ve made up?” You murmur into his teeny ear. Your son nods as the tears begin again. Katsuki pulls his son close, kissing the side of his head as he sways with him for a bit.
“I’m sorry, kiddo. Daddy’ll be a lot more careful in the future,” he promised his son quietly. Your son sniffs and nods, wrapping his arms around his father’s neck. Katsuki kisses his son’s head as he settles down. Katsuki extends his arm to you, pulling you in for a family cuddle as your son repositions yourself.
“Have you learned your lesson sweetie?” You teasingly nudge your husband. Katsuki rolls his eyes, pulling you closer and kissing your cheek.
“Yeah yeah, no bitin’ the kid. Guess that means I have to bite you instead!” He lets out a grunt as he nips your cheek, eliciting a surprised squeal from you. You try to escape, cursing Katsuki’s inhuman grip on your waist. Laughter spills from you all, Katsuki adding some biting noises to wind you up.
Katsuki alternates between nipping and kissing you gently, your cheeks and neck getting slowly more covered in slobber as your son chortles away. Katsuki lets you breath as he slowly turns to his son. He catches on immediately, squeaking as his father starts to pretend to eat him.
He was super careful of his teeth this time, alternating between blowing raspberries and attacking him with his nose whilst making eating noises.
“Dada stop!” Your son cackles, squirming from his father’s devilish laughter.
“HAHAHA, NEVER!!” Katsuki declares, pulling you closer to alternate between you two. As the sound of your combined precious laughter filtered through his ears,
Katsuki couldn’t help his own laughter.
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moxyphinx · 7 months
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THE WHEEL OF TIME | Moiraine & Siuan
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