(she is sure in need of some appreciation)

redeyedryu  asked:

Whoa! What the heck? Who even wastes their time spreading such vitriol? Pretty sure you're not the one that needs to do some growin' up here. I just wanna let you know that I think you're great, and that the passion you put into your works, from your stories to your art and everything in between, is inspiring, Jolie. You're absolutely amazing!

Someone with too much time on their hands, I’m thinkin’ lol. Anon, plz get a hobby that is not harassing random people on the internet X’D Have you tried crochet? You should try crochet. Make your mom something nice, bet she’d appreciate that.

But lakjsdfa thank you ;w; You’re amazing too! *squishes yer face*


Small story behind this!

This comic idea came to me when I thought that Genji would find troublesome walking in public again, not feeling like his old self anymore. They all struggled and tried to convince him to go out, but found himself one day taken downtown by Mercy, who needed an extra hand to help her with some grocery shopping. She used as excuse the fact that many of those at the base were either resting after missions, away in missions or just home, enjoying some free days. (everyone needs to relax once in a while XD) Genji always appreciated her care for him, how much time she always spent making sure he did his daily exercises during the recovery period (McCree also helped, and Gabe whenever he had time to spare), and of course the very fact that she made him “exist” again, so he couldn’t refuse her small wish, even if this meant going outside the base. (he was still fresh after recovery.. no missions or such things yet)


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I like large hoodies! One of my weak points XD

Made this one quick, before leaving work.

I don’t like Taylor Swift (I don’t hate her either but it’s close enough). I think she can be really fake and most of the things she does is for attention. Do I think she’s pretty? Objectively, yes. She’s attractive. Do I think she’s stylish? Hell yeah. Do I support her in her sexual assault case? Absolutely! Do I appreciate what she does for her fans and for charity? Sure. Do I like her yet? No. Not at all. I still think she’s petty and immature and she has a lot of growing up to do before I can even think of cautiously accepting her as an artist. But damn. Some of you stans of hers need to chill out. So what if I dislike your problematic fave?? How is that affecting you and your life??? I swear to god y'all are just as immature as she is. Lol.

Mirror For The Sun - Part 10: Los Angeles (End)

Masterlist  -  Series Masterlist  -  Part 9 

Summary: (Bucky POV) Nat tricks you into leading a road trip with Bucky, Sam and Steve. Her plot is partly to get the boys to travel for fun for once but mostly to get you and Bucky together. You and Bucky, who seemingly despise each other.

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 5226 I’m excessively wordy. Deal with it.

Author’s Note: Here we go! This is the last part! It is longer than it probably needs to be, and there are some parts I don’t love, but hopefully you like it. :)

Originally posted by stuckybarnesrogers

Laying on the couch in that massive hotel suite with her stretched and exhausted body half on top of mine, all I can think about is how warm and soft she feels like this. I can feel everywhere that our skin meets like I’m glued to her smooth warmth, her cheek pressed flat against my chest, eyes closed, her fingertips lightly tracing over my neck and shoulders, occasionally sending a shiver running across my entire body. I don’t want to move or think, I just want it to be quiet like this, swirling lazy circles over her back like this. This is how it should have been days ago, this is how close I want her all the time.

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LOL I laughed everytime I passed through this req in the ask box. Hope you like this! ^^

By the way. Part II of Penguins will be posted tomorrow. Be patient, you thirsty for Baeran souls :p

MC’s dad challenges them to a match


  • He was nervous to meet your father, but also super excited.
  • And now very curious on why did you take him to this dojo, weren’t you going to lunch with your dad?
  • “We will, if you pass the test, young man.”  Your father says in a solemn tone.
  • Puzzled, he looks at you, that are face palming on a corner, then he looks at all the judo students and your father adjusting his black belt, standing in position on the mat.
  • “What… what is happening here?” “You must fight for my daughter’s love, young man.”
  • Zen chuckles and is all like “Good one, dude. Now let’s grab lunch.” But no one in the room is laughing.
  • Oh… OH! Your father… your father is serious! HOLY SHIT!
  • Okay, he doesn’t know judo, but he had to simulate some fight moves for his musicals. He got this!
  • But man is so caught up in showing what he got he ends up saying the lines of this musical.
  • “I’ve faced thousands of fists, hundreds of swords, the scars in my body *takes his shirt off, gaining some ‘ohhhss’ from the female-and some male- students* prove that I’ve endured pain, but let me tell you, there’s no pain like the one that is being away from her, I’ll face millions of fists and thousands of swords to have her.”
  • He’s not even confused, he’s hurt when you dad starts laughing. “Wow, young man, you’re more dramatic than her, you make quite a pair.” You’re facepalming again as Zen laughs along and hugs you.


  • Boy dressed up so neatly to meet your dad.
  • So he’s feeling completely dislocated when you take him to this dojo.
  •  “Fancy clothes won’t impress anybody here, young boy, you must earn my respect showing your strength.”
  • The poor thing nods and says he’ll do whatever it takes to show his worth, he doesn’t even notice there is some student holding you in the back so he won’t see you squealing.
  •  “Very well, so now we fight.”
  • Well, shit! He thought it was something simpler like bringing his family here or…
  • But… fight? He never had to fight before! Well, only on LOLOL, but still…
  • However, he sticks to his word. Yeah! He’ll show his worth, if it’s not physical strength, it’s at least dignity.
  •  “Yes, sir. If it is for her, I’ll do it! I’ve lost an eye to protect her, I’m growing so much because of her… so I suppose getting beat up by the man who raised her should be an honor. Bring… bring it on.”
  • Yoosung gets really surprised when everybody turns against your father. “You’re a monster, professor!” “Ahh, the poor boy!” “You lost your eye for your girlfriend, dude?”
  • So your father admits defeat, glaring at you as you pamper your boyfriend elling him how brave he is.


  • A little nervous for meeting your father.
  • Slightly calmer as you bring her to a dojo.
  • No, not any dojo, the one she used to train.
  • So when she sees your father and your father sees her… well, for her it’s like fate trying to bring you to her life way before that it actually happened.
  • As for your father…  “Try to prove you’ve learned well, miss Kang.”
  • Not even fazed, she knows your father’s odd goofiness.
  • “Yes. It’s time for you to show you’ve taught well too.” OH WOW
  • Jokes aside, she really admires your father and his wisdom, and now she appreciates him even more knowing he raised you.
  • “I’m sure you did, considering you’re a good professor as much as you are a great father.” She says, lowering her head in respect.
  • Your father chuckles, getting up and offering his hand for her to get up too. “Then there’s no need for a match. I know you’ll be good to her as much as you were a good student.”
  • Just this time, because expect some friendly matches happening during your family gathering in the future.


  • He was the one to suggest a gathering with your father wherever he wanted
  • Oh, a dojo, huh? Ah yes, setting a meeting in his workplace shows his seriousness , Jumin must match this seriousness
  • And you’re like “Jumin, there’s no need for that. Please, relax.” “I’ll relax as soon as you father acknowledges me as being a man worth of your love.”
  • And he’s definitely not relaxed as your father shows up in his judogi, bowing in the traditional way before a match.
  • Jumin does the same, thinking this is the traditional greeting in your family or something like this.
  •  “Daddy, please… “ “No pleading, honey, your boyfriend already accepted the challenge.”
  • “Yes sir, challenges are not unfamiliar to me, since I’ve been facing the biggest challenge of my life ever since I’ve met your daughter. The challenge of being a suitable husband for her.”
  • “Whoa, did you just propose?” your father asks. “Yeah, Jumin, did you just propose?” your father and you are looking at him in awe.
  • “Why the surprise? It’s no secret I intend to espouse you soon, my love. As long as if that’s what you want, and also your family, of course.”
  • You and your father are looking at each other, like “what now?” “You ask me? I don’t know!”.  So your father decides to shrug and just say that lunch is ready.
  • And Jumin never knew he was being challenged for a match. He only did years later after he espoused you.


  • So so so nervous and trying so so so hard not to show.
  • But a dojo, huh? Cool, ah… ahahahah, cooool. Who’s nervous?
  • “Oh my God, Saeyoung! It’s just where he works, it’s not like he’ll actually defy you to a match.”
  • “I know, MC! Your father would never do such a thing! After all, I would have o show him no mercy…” he adjusts his glasses and does this super low voice.
  • “Is that so, young man? Then I’m glad we’re on the same page.” He yelps and grabs you by your shoulder as your father show up out of nowhere! Shit! Is he a ninja?
  • He had some basic martial arts training due to his time in the agency, but he’s all rusty these days.
  •  And come on, he doesn’t want to do this! He can show how much of a disappointment he is at a regular lunch.
  • “Ah, Saeyoung…” you hate when he starts the self-depreciative humor, so you hug him.
  • And he’s super flustered with your dad watching his, but… he regains some confidence.
  • “Ready, young man?” “Oh my God! Would you really hit a guy with glasses? What kind of example are you giving to your daughter?”
  • Your father notices the way you giggle and look at this ginger with so much love, so he chuckles and pats his shoulder. “Well played, young man.”


  • He’s so honored he gets to meet your father
  • And when he finds out about the dojo, he shows even more respect
  • Yes, if you had told him before, he would bring the photos he took in one of his trips to Japan
  • He’s sure he and your father will have lots of things to talk about such noble pedagogy.
  • So he’s quite surprised when your father says he can’t be with you if he doesn’t win a match.
  • “I’m sorry, sir. I’m not sure I follow. Is this… a match for her honor?”
  • Well, it wasn’t your father’s first idea, but now it is LOL
  •  “Sir, I don’t think this is right. Two men fighting for the honor of a lady in the 21st century? No, your daughter is a free smart woman who can protect her honor herself and make her own choices. I… I’m sorry, but I must refuse.”
  •  Meh, he’s no fun. So your father just shrugs, a little embarrassed because he thought the guy was serious.
  • And you would be squealing by how awesome his speech was… if…
  • You didn’t know he got it was just a joke from the beggining. Sneaky little V…
Baby Logan - Wolverine x Reader

Summary : You have to tell Logan you’re pregnant, and that of course, it’s his. You’re terrified he won’t take it well…

This is part of some sort of a serie, where the reader is afraid to announce their pregnancy. Here’s the one I made for Captain America : Baby Rogers, and the one for Batman : Baby Wayne. Also, slightly NSFW, and sorry if it’s a bit crap, I just have so much trouble writing good things lately ! : 

(My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)


It was Storm’s 40th birthday party, and you were probably the only person present, along with Logan, that wasn’t drunk. Logan because his healing factor prevented him from getting drunk too long, and you because….

-You’re not drinking (Y/N) ? 

Ororo. The queen of the party. She was drunk since 4 in the afternoon, and was the most hilarious one ever. She kept trying to make sure everyone was having a good time, and unintentionally buzzing them with a small and weak lightning coming out of her fingers. Right now, she was afraid you weren’t having fun…

-You always drink, why are you not now ? Hahaha are you pregnant ? 

You don’t answer and look away. She stares at you, and it hits her. 

-Wait you are ?! 

-Shut up I didn’t tell Logan yet..


-No really, shut up ‘Ro ! 



She looks at you and, in her drunken state, suddenly understand what you just meant. From the corner of your eyes, you make sure Logan didn’t pay attention to what just happened, but he’s in a conversation with a very drunk Nightcrawler, and seem to have the time of his life listening to your blue friend’s Bible stories…Drunk Bible stories. He didn’t notice anything. Thanks God. Storm comes close to you and whisper : 

-Sorry. You didn’t tell him ? 

-I’ve only known for a day…or two…Ok I’ve known for two month. 


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Four Times | Baron Corbin

Title: Four Times (I should’ve told him I loved him)

Pairing: Baron Corbin/ Reader

Summary: I want all that is not mine. I want him but we’re not right.

Word Count: 4,670

Warning: I don’t really think this needs a warning! (feel free to correct me if I’m wrong).

Tags@calwitch | @rebelfleur22 | @xfirespritex | @blondekel77 | @abschaffer2 | @alexahood21 | @taryndibiase | @isawthesights | @swedish-strong-style | @wrasslin-rollins | @megnog | @kitkat8 | @ellothelongwaydown | @wwesensualfanficsPlease let me know if I missed anyone or if you would like to be added to the tag list.

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*shows late to femslash february with starbucks* oops. Oh well, @breeeliss gave us a challenge and here is my try. I hope I did it justice, especially given it is 4 am and I’m about to fall asleep on my keyboard. It is kind of short tho >_<

Look, Alya loved Ladybug, okay? Ladybug was the best superhero in the world and she would physically fight anybody who says otherwise. But even Alya, the crowned queen of ladybug fangirling and appreciation, questioned the superheroine’s rescuing methods sometimes. Because it was the second time when Ladybug locked her in a closed space for her safety. The zoo cage at least didn’t require her to share all her personal space and oxygen with someone. A broom closet? Yeah, not so much. And while Alya could have dealt with it reasonably in any other situation…

(Hey, Ladybug cared enough about her to force her to safety!)

… but being stuck in a broom closet with Chloé Bourgeois out of all people was too much.

“Ugh, I have no space! What is this place?” Chloé exclaimed in a tone full of indignation.

“A broom closet.” deadpanned Alya.

“It is horrible! It is dusty and small and I have to share it with you out of all people! I’ll have a word with my papa about this when we will be out.”

Alya rolled her eyes as silence fell over them. It wasn’t only squeezing, annoying and hard to breathe, but it was also awkward. Oh, boy. They stayed like that for long enough that Alya was surprised Chloé was so silent. Not that she wasn’t appreciating it. They were already sharing way too little space (along with some brooms), the last thing Alya needed was Chloé’s complaints and screaming.

“Well, why aren’t you saying anything?” Chloé inquired.

Alya rolled her eyes. “Why do you care?”

“Because I hate awkwardness, of course. Not that you would know anything about proper social interaction.”

“Listen here you little… ”

They bickered like that for what Alya guessed must have been around ten minutes. She wasn’t too sure, but time always flew by whenever she and Chloé argued. Damn her, she always knew how to ruffle Alya well enough and raise her temper to the boiling point. Honestly, the argument could have continued for a long time, if a shout that clearly belonged to an akuma didn’t interrupt. Alya wanted to scream. Seriously? Her eyes adjusted enough to the dark to see Chloé was about to scream. Instinctively, Alya covered her mouth with her hand. The last thing Alya was in the mood for was to become a minion. She hated when that happened. As if to spite her, Chloé covered Alya’s mouth. They kept glaring at each other in the dark until the noise caused by the akuma disappeared. Pulling their hands away from each other’s mouths (as much as the space allowed.

“I can’t believe your lips are so chapped!” Chloé exclaimed.

“Why do you ca… hey, what are you doing?” Alya narrowed her eyes, as Chloé pulled a chapstick out of her… bra? The light from her phone would have been really useful if she could actually reach for her back pocket. “Did you just pull a chapstick out of your bra?”

“What, you don’t use your bra to store things?”

“No? I actually have boobs to fill mine properly.”

Chloé stopped dead in her tracks and Alya could have sworn she saw a hint of a smile. “Touché. Now pucker up those lips.”

Alya sighed. This was by far the weirdest day of her life, she decided as Chloé was applying chapstick to her lips. When she was done, Chloé nodded.

“Nice enough. Moisturize properly. I’d even say ready for kissing, but no one would actually want to kiss you.”

Alya growled. “I’ll let you know I had kissed lots of people.”

“Oh, please, everybody knows quality over quantity. And let’s be real Césaire. Everybody knows I’m the better kisser.”

Alya snorted. “As if! Who did you kiss beside the Ladybug posters? No way in hell you are a better kisser than me.”

“I am!”

“Prove it!”

From the many scenarios Alya pictured for the day, having an intense make out session in a small broom closet with Chloé Bourgeois out of all damn people, was certainly not one of them. Yet, here she was. The kissing was pretty much just like any argument between the two of them went. Heated, intense, each one trying to prove a point to the other. And even though she will never ever admit it out loud Chloé was a pretty damn good kisser. Seeing neither of them was yielding, they could have kept it up for quite a long time. Until the door of the closet opened, making both of them fall in a tangled mess on the floor, on top of one another. Looking up, they noticed a pair of blue eyes surrounded by a red mask, looking at them curiously, obviously awaiting an explanation. Chloé and Alya exchanged a look. What can one do when Ladybug catches you making out with someone you supposedly can’t stand. Especially if both persons in question would rather prefer kissing the superheroine. Well, for once, they were both on the same page.

“It’s not what it looks like!”

anonymous asked:

I wish you would write a fic where one half of Everlark has to grovel...

I wrote this pretty quickly and edited it myself, so please forgive any typos. Also, does this count as groveling? Not sure. I hope you like it anon! I appreciate the prompt :)

Katniss leaned back against the kitchen counter, twisting the cap of her water bottle, but failing to take a sip. The pounding in her head made it impossible to think, but she had to say something. She had to fix this.

“What happened last night?” Peeta asked.

Katniss glanced up in surprise. “She didn’t tell you?”

“She sent a text. She said you ruined her bachelorette party, that she’d been right about you this entire time, and she needed some time to think about our future.”

Katniss rubbed her forehead, no longer able to look at her best friend. She hadn’t wanted to go to the stupid party. She would have rather endured a weekend getaway with that asshole Madge had insisted on setting her up with last year than spend ten minutes with the bride-to-be and her eight bridesmaids.

Let alone six hours bar hopping in a skintight black dress.

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Bonfire at La Push

Paul Lahote x reader

Warnings- One kind of suggestive reference (it’s not graphic though) and occasional swearing

This is kind of like a part 2 to ‘Imagine moving to La Push and becoming good friends with the pack’. I wish i made it more flirty but my mind kept going blank sorry guys:( I guess Paul is more flirty than imaginable hahah. I was thinking, if any of you guys wanted, of doing different versions of part 2 with different pairings like one with reader x another pack member? If you guys like the sound of that and want me to write one for another character then inbox me and let me know, i have anons turned on <3

“Hello, i just love your account :3 If you have time, could you write an imagine in which Paul Lahote is teasing/flirting with Y/N after he met her at La Push with the pack ? Thank you :p” requested by @haydenthoughts<3

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An unpopular opinion...

And why I think Jackson did the right thing exactly by not speaking.

Okay, so let’s talk about that Japril scene in 14x02.

It honestly amazed me how mature the confrontation turned out to be, and I’m so proud at April for starting the conversation, and I’m actually so proud of him as well exactly because he didn’t say anything. You could see it in his eyes that he absolutely hated watching her hurt, and he is so confused about everything that he really didn’t know what to do, what to say. He had no idea where they stand either, and so he didn’t say anything because he wasn’t sure if he would mean it, and the last thing he wanted was to give her false hopes again and hurt her further, like he had in 12x09 right before they divorced. The first thing he wants is for her to be happy, and so he is letting her go because that’s exactly what she just told him she needed.

This does not mean he chooses Maggie. This has actually nothing to do with Maggie. This is between Jackson and April only, and I really appreciate that it happened like that. The writers might as well have had Jackson and Maggie hook up and April finding out later or something without Montana or anything being addressed at all, and that would have been the worst possible thing that could have happened. But this here… this is an open and honest conversation that had no yelling, no fighting, no arguing in it, just April pouring out her feelings and Jackson just fully listening and understanding and giving her what she needs.

Those two have evolved so much… they’ve grown and they’ve matured and this scene shows us exactly how much. And this is what real life is like, guys. Sometimes things don’t go the way we planned. Sometimes things are not black and white, they’re not absolute. We know he loves her, one look at his face here and you can clearly tell. And he hates hating her. He despises it. Currently, there’s this little thought of the possibility of Maggie on the back of his mind, and I think it would be better if he explored it now, gave April the space she needs and saw how it went than continuing something with April and having that thought always at the back of him mind.

He is allowed to have doubts, guys. He is HUMAN.

And this is just what life is like sometimes. Sometimes we need some distance for things to clear out. Sometimes we need something new to make us appreciate what we already have. Sometimes we need to explore every possibility to chose our final path once and for all, and be 100% sure in doing so. This goes for April too, as we have no idea what happened with those guys she went out with.

They’ve been living under the same roof for ever, and they’ve been seeing each other every day, getting all sorts of mixed messages… they’ve had no time to themselves, to figure out what they truly want. Both of them need a break from each other. And so, for now, I’m not upset that this is happening. After all, ‘you only know you love her when you let her go’, right?

And so I’m not mad at Jackson for not stopping her. I’m not mad at anyone, for that matter. Last year’s writers fucked everything up, and the new ones are clearly trying to do the best they can with the situation thrown in their hands. I overall actually LOVED those two episodes and that genuinely surprised me more than I can possibly express. And although I hate that Jaggie is probably gonna happen for real, for the first time in like 3 years, the show looks like it’s gonna be GOOD. The new writers did a great job. And so I’m gonna keep watching, and just skip everything Jackson-Maggie themed, cause I have my limits, ok?

I don’t think Japril is over. This is just a rough patch. The hand-holding in the end just proves how deeply they care about each other.

I just feel like we just… gotta have faith in our babies.

The Beginning

A/n: This is something I’ve been playing with for a while now. I’m planning on writing more parts (if people like it anyway), so let me know what you think.

Originally posted by crazy-vibes-under-the-moon

Originally posted by hunterchesters

My phone ring as I swept the machete through the last vampire’s neck, his head tumbling to the floor, the body crumpled to the ground joining the head seconds after. My eyes scanned the room making sure I was the only one there. Once satisfied I pulled out my ringing phone.

“What’s up, Bobby?” I asked after seeing his name on the caller ID.

“You finished with those vamps yet?” He asked.

“Yep. Just finished actually.”

“Are you up for another case?”

“Sure. What is it?”

“We’re not sure yet. You remember those brothers I told you about? Sam and Dean? You’ll be working with them. They’ll  catch you up on everything once you get there.”

“Okay. Where?”

“Farmington, Missouri.” Bobby told me where and when to meet the brothers, I agreed and hung up. I sighed at the thought of teaming up. I didn’t really like working with other hunters and usually avoided it at all costs. But it was Bobby asking and it was just one case how bad it could it be?

The next day I was sitting in the coffee shop waiting for Sam and Dean to show up. Bobby hadn’t told me a lot about the brothers, just that they were some of the best hunters he knows. I eyed everyone who walked through the doors, watching for someone who matched the descriptions Bobby had given me. Finally two guys walked in. One tall with long hair and the other slightly shorter with short hair, both wearing flannel. They stood at the doors, scanning the room, most likely looking for me. I waved them over.

“Sam and Dean?” I asked as they approached the table.

“You must be Y/n.” The taller one said. “I’m Sam and this is my brother Dean.” We shook hands and they sat down across from me.

“Bobby tells me you boys need help.” I said folding my arms on the table.

“Yeah, we have absolutely no idea what’s going on in this town.” Sam said.

Dean didn’t look too happy. Probably one of those people who don’t like asking for help from strangers. I understood, I’m the same way.

“All the victims are men,” Sam continued, “they all had their stomachs ripped open and their internal organs were missing.”

Dean, who hadn’t taken his eyes off me, finally spoke. “Two of them were missing their eyes.”

I nodded, taking the information in. Trying to think of what this monster could be. “Any Witnesses?”

“None.” Sam shook his head.

I thought for a moment. Running through a mental list of all the monsters I knew that ate internal organs, eyes, and only went after men. “I think you’re dealing with Pontianak.”

“A what?” Dean gave me a confused look.

“A Pontianak. The name literally means ‘woman who died in childbirth.’ They find the guy that did them wrong while they were alive and they dig into his stomach and they eat their innards.”

“What about the missing eyes?” Sam asked.

“If you look at them, they suck out your eyes.” I responded simply.

“Gross.” Dean commented.

I laughed at his response. “Wait till you smell her. At first it’s a really nice fragrance but then it turns…” I made a face remembering the disgusting smell. “It’s bad, very bad. You know she’s coming by her scent and the noise she makes. It sounds like a baby crying. The softer the cry and the more disgusting the smell the closer she is.”

“How do we kill it?” Dean asked, leaning forward.

“A nail to the neck.”

Dean’s sunk back into his seat, “This should be easy.” He said sarcastically.

“So what’s our first move?” Sam looked to me.

“We figured out who she was.” I pulled out my laptop and searched for women who had died in childbirth in the surrounding area. “Fifty… Okay…” I mumbled, refusing to be discouraged. I wanted to impress them, though I had no idea why.

“How are we going to know which one is her?” Dean raised his eyebrows.

“You sure ask a lot of questions.” I told him, paying more attention to the list of names on the screen than the brothers in front of me. “Got a list of victims by any chance?”

Sam nodded and dug some papers out of his bag and handed them over. I nodded a thanks and was about to look through them when someone walked by with a tray of food and it occurred to me that I hadn’t eaten yet.

“I need brain food.” I declared standing up. “What about you guys?”

“Yeah, we can go for some food.” Sam stood and we went to order our food, leaving Dean behind to watch our stuff.

I pulled out my wallet to pay but Sam put his hand over it, “I got it.”

“Dude, I can pay for mine.” I objected.

“Don’t worry about.” He said quickly handing money to the cashier, who was smiling at our interaction.

I rolled my eyes and went to lean on the wall while we waited for our number to be called.

“So, Y/n,” Sam joined me, “how long have you been at the job?”

I thought for a moment. “I went on my first hunt when I was eleven, so five years.”

“Eleven?” Sam looked at me shocked. “Isn’t that a little young to start hunting?”

I only shrugged.

“Five years? That would make you sixteen.”

“Yeah, and?”

“What about school?” Sam looked concerned.

“I still go to school.” I defended. “Why do you care, anyways? It’s not like you know me or anything.”

“You’re young. You should have a normal life, not be a hunter.”

“Sam,” I glared at him, “it is my life. I’m gonna do what I want with it no matter what anyone says. Besides, it’s not like we’re gonna see each other after this hunt anyways. We’ll be out of each other’s lives, so don’t try to tell me how to live mine.” Our number was called and I grabbed the try of food and walked back toward the table.

Sam slid in next to his brother. “Dude, she’s only sixteen.”

Dean looked up at me shocked. “And here I thought you just looked young for your age.” He shook his head in disbelief, “I can’t believe Bobby sent a kid to help us out.”

I ignored his comment and looked through the list of vics Sam had given me, occasionally popping fries in my mouth. “How ‘bout we focus on the case instead of my age? I think that’s a great plan.”

Sam gave me what I can only describe as a bitch-face.

I looked up the first guys name. “Robby Tanner, rapped a sixteen years old. Were his reproductive organs intact?”

Sam and Dean gave each other a look. “No, they were missing.” Dean answered reluctantly.

I nodded. “Sindy Wilcons was the rape victim,” I scanned down the list of women who died in childbirth, “and she died giving birth. Could be her.” I looked back at the boys. “Any others missing reproductive organs?”

“Um, yeah,” Sam took the papers from me. “ John Anderson and Mike Wilcons.”

“Was Mike her husband?” I asked.

Sam nodded.

I looked up the names Sam had given me. “Looks like Anderson was too. They got divorced and he ended up with everything.” I leaned back in my seat and crossed my arms over my chest. “I get why she’d have a grudge against him and Tanner but why Wilcons?” I said more to myself then them.

“What about the other two vics?” Dean asked between bites of his bacon cheese burger.

“Those the two with no eyes?” I asked.

He nodded, mouth full of food.

I looked through their files. “Well, I don’t see any obvious connection to Sindy and their reproductive organs were intact, which suggests she didn’t have a grudge with either of them. I’m guessing they were just in the wrong place at the wrong time and saw her so she sucked out their eyes. These other three guys are the important ones, they all wronged her in some way. We need to figure out what Wilcons did and if she has any other men who pissed her off enough that she’d want to kill them.”

“We?” Dean raised his brow.

“Yeah, we.” I leaned forward giving them both a serious look. “I did the research to figure out what was up with these men.”

“Y/n, look we appreciate your help and I’m sure you’re a good hunter and all-” Sam started but I cut him off.

“Oh no, You are not kicking me off this case. I drove three hours to get here, I’m not just going to pack up and leave when the jobs half done. You guys wanted help and here I am. You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

The brothers looked at each other, having a silent conversation. “Sam, no. She’s just a kid.” Dean said aloud.

“You’ve heard the rumors and the way Bobby talks about her, Dean. She can handle herself.”

“And there’s the fact that even if you say no, I still won’t leave and I’ll try to finish it before you.” I pointed out.

Dean sighed, “Fine. I guess we can work together.”

Now that that was cleared up Sam thought it was a good time to ask me more questions. “What got you into hunting?”

“And why do your parents let you do it?” Dean added.

“Really? We’re gonna do this?” I asked hoping to get out of question time.

They both nodded.

I let out a sigh knowing by the looks on their faces that they’d keep pestering until I answered. “A werewolf got my mom. My dad ditched me. So they don’t really let me do anything. That answer your questions?”

“No, it just raises more questions.” Dean informed me.

I ran my hand down my face. I was getting frustrated with the situation. “Look. I don’t really wanna go over my life’s story with two strangers. Let’s just get this hunt done and go our separate ways. Sound good?” I stood up to leave.

The Herondales vs. Poultry
  • Jem: Let's play a game!
  • Will: Yeah! I will comfort you when you lose
  • Jem: Oh really?
  • Will: Of course, in fact, name your game
  • Jem: Duck, duck, goose
  • Will: I'm leaving.
  • Alec: Sing us a song mom
  • Maryse: I'm busy
  • Jace: Oh, but pleeeeaase
  • Maryse: *exasperated sigh* okay
  • Maryse: Five little ducks went out one day
  • Jace: *gets up to leave*
  • Alec: Jace, where are you going
  • Jace: You heard the woman, she's busy
  • Ty: Let's go find some bees
  • Kit: Uh, okay
  • Ty: Thanks Watson
  • Kit: Sure thing, you're gonna need a Herondale to protect you from any enemies. I charge by the hour. Where are we going?
  • Ty: The park
  • Kit: Sure
  • Kit: *sees swan paddle boat* *screams*
  • Ty: *holds Kit's hand* Don't worry, you've got a Blackthorn looking out for you
  • Kit: *blushes* Uh thanks
  • Ty: No need to thank me, you can show your appreciation with a cheque, I charge by the hour.
Hickie // ThatcherJoe (ft. Buttercreams)

Suddenly, they all burst into laughter. Conor rocks back and forth in his chair, Caspar’s face scrunches up tightly, Jacks blonde hair flops up and down as he lets out noiseless breaths. Oli squeaks out and Josh shakes. The door opens to reveal a very confused woman. “Woah, what’s so funny?” Y/N asks walking into the room.

“Oh nothing.” Caspar mumbles as she sits down next to him, watching all the others attempt to calm down. “Oh wow, Y/N are they new earrings?” Caspar asks her noticing the shiny studs in her ears.

“Yes and thanks for noticing Caspar, that’s very unlike you.” The girl with the fancy jewellery frowns at him with a smile.

“And you’ve got a massive hickie, that’s very unlike you!” Jack says, starring directly at her neck. The boys all suddenly gather around the girl, checking out this new temporary abnormality to her skin. Y/Ns hand quickly shoots up to scratch something, her head? Blocking the view of the lads.

“Woah, that’s so bad.” Conor tells her. She squints slightly.

“Is it really that bad?” Y/N asks them. Caspar nods his head violently. “Shit, really?” The only girl whips out a mirror, surprising some of the men. Y/N assesses the love bite on her neck carefully.

“Why is it so bad that you have it?” Oli asks.

“Well I’m meant to be filming with you guys in a bit and after that I’m having dinner with my mum.” At the last part Conor winces himself, feeling sorry for poor Y/N.

“Can I just ask, why no one has asked who gave it to her?” Jack raises his hand looking around the room. Y/N giggles slight, taking the hint.

“The reason for that is because it’s none of your business.” She smiles and brings her fingers away from the beautiful wound.

“Hey guys.” A familiar voice to the group, echoes into the room. All heads turn to face the front door, where a Sugg stands brushing a hand through his hair. Y/N gulps loudly, watching his movements. A variation of welcomes are shot back at him and he smiles walking further into the room to sit next to Josh. “Where’s Mikey?” He asks.

“Um couldn’t come tonight.” Jack explains flatly before sipping on his beverage.

“Joe, quick question,” Conor says, staring at Joe but his gaze seems to shift over to Y/N. “Do you know who this ‘hickie giver’ is” The singing boy asks. Joe’s eyes widen slightly, but his lips curve into a smirk.

“What’s this, let me see!” Joe immediately stands up. He reaches Y/N and removes the hair from her neck carefully, blowing lightly on her skin; sending shivers down her spine. “Damn, that’s big.” Joe says, his acting skills on point.

“Like me then?” Jack states with a grin. Y/N shakes her head at the stupid inappropriate joke. Y/N begins to rummage around her bag.

“What are you doing?” Caspar asks from the seat next to her, shuffling awkwardly.

“Looking for some makeup to cover it up.” She replies.

“Why do you need to cover it up.” Joe asks. “Because I’m sure the person who gave it to you would not appreciate that.” A smirk begins to grow on his face. Y/N can’t help smile as well, noticing a few questioning looks from the boys. 

“Yeah but I’m not sure my mum would appreciate it.” She tells the bronde beauty. He lets out a small laugh, sending her heart flying. Y/N looks at Joe for a moment, his eyes seem different like he’s trying to hint something; then they slip down to the phone in her hand. She clicks the home button and opens her phone to find a Snapchat from Joe. Quickly checking that neither of the boys next to her are paying attention, she clicks on it. It is of Joe in a lift with the caption of 'can we tell them tonight?’ Then to her surprise there is another one. 'Can I spontaneously kiss you?’ Oh so that’s the look Joe has in his eyes. Y/N glances back up towards Joe and nods. His face lights up.

About 10 minutes later Josh stood up and stretched his arms out looking like a ginger version of the Christ the Redeemer statue in Rio. “Guys I think we should probably get started.” The giant says. They all nod and begin to get ready. In all the bustle Joe finds Y/N. His hand grips onto hers and he pulls her toward him.

“How have you been today babe?” Joe asks, his lips brushing against hers. 

“I’ve been alright, well this bruise has been a slight issue but other than that,” Y/N replies kicking out a light chuckle from her boyfriends mouth. Her hands wrap around his neck before she pulls him in for a deep kiss.

“Conor is that your ph-” Josh begins as he turns around. However the sight manages to cut him off from his speech. It also causes each other man to look in the lovers direction like a dominos set, accept the only ones still falling are Y/N and Joe. Joe’s hands slowly slither around her waist.

“Oi, hickie giver!?” Jack calls. Y/N breaks the kiss and they both turn to see all of the boys staring at them wide eyed.

“Yes, what do you want?” Joe says.

“Is this like an official, serious thing?” Caspar asks. Y/N looks at Joe who nods, she joins in glad to know he is serious about their relationship.

“Have you been going out long?” Oli asks.

“Um like 3 or 4 months?” Y/N guesses and nods when Joe nods.

“Woah that’s like longer than all of my relationships put together.” Jack jokes.

“Ok, we can talk about it as much as you want to later but I just have one request,” Y/N says which Joe turns in confusion on. “Please don’t mention it in front of the cameras.” She sweetly smiles. They all nod, so does Joe.

They all begin setting up equipment around the room and sitting down in different spaces, hoping that they can all fit in one shot. Caspar goes over to Joe and rubs his shoulder.

“Way to go buddy.” The South African says into his friend’s ear. Joe smiles back up at him. “Also congrats on that hickie, deserves a fricking medal.” Joe laughs and squishes up next to Y/N, right where he wants to be for the rest of his life.

demisexualemmaswan  asked:

If you're still up to doing CS Scene Meta, would you consider looking at the scene in 4x02 when they pull Emma out of the ice wall?

I need to talk about this screencap first of all cos I was laughing my ass off when I saw it



Let’s begin.

Look how he goes from complete despair to happy elated bunny at the first glimpse of his Swan.

I’m honestly surprised homeskillet didn’t climb through the hole to go get her. 

Well… he almost did…

Why has it taken me 4 years to realise the pirate coat has a giant slit up the back?? I should hand in my fan membership for this outrageous blunder. Such shame on me. 

Emma… what happened to your face?

Poor baby can’t even stand, and both guys are going above and beyond to get her up. 




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anonymous asked:

how would the paladins (and allura) react if their s/o was kidnapped by zarkon as bait for voltron?

a/n: omggg i hope i didn’t disappoint! angst isn’t my strong suit. ;;;;


  • on the outside, shiro is very calm and collected but on the inside he’s practically going crazy
  • his outer appearance is just trying to figure out how to get to you and get you out safely but on the inside he can barely keep his train of thought he’s so scared
  • he hates to abuse his power, but for the mean time, until you’re found and brought back safely, all other missions are cast aside
    • the other paladins agree and he’s relieved, you are in fact a living being and very important to the others as well
    • everyone just knows that zarkon can’t have good intentions
  • when he gets you back be prepared for a very, unexpectedly clingy shiro for a while
    • he won’t let you out of his sight for the most part
    • it’s almost like he thinks if he glues himself to you zarkon won’t come back
    • because in shiro’s mind he’ll definitely try again
  • all in all he’s just thankful to have gotten you back alive
    • …. believe me, he’ll show you in more ways than one ♡


  • all he’d be able to see was red and if anyone tries to even postpone the recovery mission they automatically go onto his shit list
    • he needs to get you back asap and nothing will stand in his way
  • he’ll be understandably irritable for a while until you’re actually back at the castle with him
    • he won’t mean to be, but he’ll accidentally be snappy towards any innocent person who asks or says something that’s even remotely dumb
    • even after you’re back he’ll still be on edge
  • the poor guards who are on that ship… they won’t know what’s coming
    • he’ll blow through them like it’s just a video game
    • when did he get so good at dodging everything?
    • no one knows but it’s probably due to you!!
  • he’s really merciless when it comes to saving you, seriously these guys work for the main guy who stole you from him, why would he be nice?
  • after getting you back he declares the castle should have a new defense for times like that, people try to nudge it off but he literally brings it up every moment he can until it’s finally implemented
    • after that he’s very happy at least!


  • he’ll probably throw up when he first learns where you actually went
  • at this point, worry is hunk’s middle name, he can’t sleep, eat or even think without feeling upset
  • for his sake the others put this issue as their top priority
    • they’re not voltron without all five, so without hunk they aren’t a full team
    • he’s still too worried to even be flattered
  • basically, hunk isn’t hunk anymore and everyone needs to find you so they can fix him!!
    • well, they want to find you as well, of course, that’s their main priority
    • but hunk needs to be fixed too
    • mainly because they can barely form voltron with a sulky hunk in the yellow lion
  • he’s constantly nervous while the team goes to look for you and surprisingly pessimistic but once he gets you back he’s his usual happy self
    • no one realized how much of a 360 he’d take after having you back, he’s just seriously so over joyed to be with you again!!


  • won’t let the other paladins discuss anything other than finding you
    • oh? the castle needs to restock some food, too bad, you’re missing and zarkon is holding you captive
  • will be on edge for a long while until you’re found, very jumpy and skittish as well
  • he’ll even go out on a limb to threaten to take blue and go find you himself if people are dragging the process
    • lance please sit down, everyone’s moving as fast as they can
  • boldly will make a threat to zarkon if he gets to see him
    • “steal (y/n) again and i’ll single-handedly make sure your ship won’t make it to the closest galaxy!!”
    • “i’ll wreck you so bad you… you…!!!” he can’t finish his thought because you’re having to pry him away
    • he’d threaten anyone who took you honestly, including the guards who are… incapacitated
  • is over joyed when you come back, seriously his attitude is so much better the moment you were back in his arms


  • as soon as she finds out, she’s already trying to devise a plan to find you
    • who needs the help of the others? i mean, she would highly appreciate some efficient helpers, but you’re her main priority and she’s confident she can make a plan herself
  • when the others do try to help, she allows it but if they drag behind or they make dumb mistakes she won’t hesitate to just keep working
    • you’re out there somewhere on a galran ship and she doesn’t have time to waste
  • some of these plans she didn’t even know she’d be capable of devising it’s crazy what you can do when you’re under pressure
  • when actually having to spar with his guards she never knew she could fight so well
    • she’s not willing to have you kidnapped again just so she can, though
  • when you’re back she secretly thinks of different things she can plant on you to make sure she’ll know where you are when and if this happens again or something to at least make sure it won’t happen again
    • she of course doesn’t mention them because… that’s literally a tracker
    • “what the heck… pidge you’re not that weird.” she’d tell herself


  • please don’t take this altean princess’s love away from her.
    • there will be a lot of yelling and a lot of throwing things
    • literally she’s so tired of zarkon at this point she just wants to send him to the edge of the universe where no one will find him
  • the others try to cheer her up until you’re retrieved but it just doesn’t work
    • how could she be cheerful when you’re out there in the hands of… zarkon
    • she’s just… down… and cranky
    • seriously she’s so close to snapping at anyone who even barely grates on her nerves
  • unlike shiro, she’s not afraid to pull her princess card to give reasons as to why you should be first priority
    • she’s the princess and she says that the missions can wait
  • she’ll insist on fighting along with the others when having to go through zarkon’s ship, she wants to be there when they get you out
But It’s Too Sweet (M)

Sequel to He’s Evil

Genre: Smut
Word count: 3971
Description: After weeks of silence it only gets harder to talk about things done and things left unsaid, but living with regrets of not talking is something neither of you can deal with.
Warnings: Mature content
Author’s note: I started this quite some time ago and couldn’t bring myself to finish, but here it is, finally! I’m not content, as usual, but I really wanted to post this for J-Hope’s birthday even though I really felt like writing something with Jimin today TT. It’s already past midnight in my country, but it’s still baby’s birthday in some places, so happy birthday to the sunshine Jung Hoseok!♥
P.S. Special thanks for all the motivation to a special eonni! :D

Hoseok cursed under his breath as he brushed away his sweat soaked hair in anger and went to pause the music, needing to cool off in silence. He was off rhythm, again. If the other members had still been there, he wouldn’t know how to explain it – he was shocked at himself. That’s precisely why he has been coming up with excuses to do most of the practices by himself. However, he knew Jimin was already catching on and it was only a matter of time when others would start noticing too, as he couldn’t practice for the upcoming concert without the rest of the members.

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So I watched the trailer too (Just to get an idea) and holy crap as soon as it comes out/I get stable internet I will go watch it. -Admin Bloo



  • Throwing the fact that you can do telekinesis was too much at one go
  • So when he asked what you do, you say that you are a magician who specialized in sleight of hand and moving things.
  • Even showed him a few tricks that you picked up and some of your more famous shows
  • The more you hung out with him, the harder it got to hide.
  • He would constantly be amazed at how quickly you could find things or clean up… until he caught you lifting a bunch of veggies to align them on a plate
  • If the boy was SHOOK before, he was SHOOK AF now
  • He kept rubbing his eyes, and you were so caught off-guard at being found that you didn’t try to hide it.
  • “In my defense, I can never pick up the tinier bits of the chopped lettuce.”
  • Months later, and he still jumps every time. He watches you with close attention every time you do it.
  • Wanted to show off, but he understood your need for secrecy.


  • The night before the party, you guys were having lots of cuddles under the stars on the balcony.
  • It was so nice that without thinking you telekinetically pulled the blanket around both of your shoulder.
  • Zen was very absorbed, but a while later he wonders where the blanket came from
  • Wanting to tell him when he was ready, You vowed to be a little more careful about your powers
  • That promise didn’t last 24 hours lol.
  • The next morning, you were both rushing to get ready.
  • Zen calls out to ask where he placed his coat.
  • You were busy applying eyeliner, so you thoughtlessly lifted the coat and hovered to towards his wardrobe, where he was standing.
  • His piercing holler almost ruined the cat-eye you were going for, dropping the coat immediately.
  • He was on his knees and almost hyperventilating, so you instructed him to take deep breaths and calm down, gently explaining your ability.
  • He never took his eyes away from you, and even jumped back a little when you lifted the coat again to demonstrate.
  • “Babe, I would love to know more about this, but we really need to get to that party.”
  • Later on, he realizes that this ability helps you take multi-tasking to a whole new level, and really appreciates it when you become his manager.
  • He still appreciates the fact that you still practice traditional magic tricks as well.


  • Poor angel was having one of those nights where there were too many papers to look at all at once, so you dropped by to make sure she ate properly and try to help as much as you could.
  • Soon enough, you were all over the place. Cooking, stapling papers, filing the finished paperwork etc.
  • So you were alphabetizing some papers while you left the spoon to mix on its own.
  • Jaehee walks in with another batch to alphabetize, but then she sees the stove flame adjusting itself and the spoon still stirring as you poured a glass of water for yourself.
  • She shrieks and whacks the spoon with a nearby rolling pin, causing the pot to wobble wildly.
  • You immediately pull her away from the stove as the pot toppled over, spilling the hot curry everywhere.
  • “What were you doing?!” You yell at her as you switch off the gas and survey the mess.
  • “The spoon was moving by itself!!” She yells back.
  • You massage your temples out of irritation; she doesn’t need to find out when she is so stressed.
  • “Jaehee honey, relax. Sit down with a cup of tea while I clean this up.”
  • Later on, when you get the coffee shop, you practically master your ability to keep up with the onslaught of orders.


  • He doesn’t believe you when you tell it to him straight.
  • “I do appreciate the black magic and dark arts but they are simply fiction.”
  • No matter how much you try to explain, he simply writes it off as imagination/exaggeration.
  • “Jumin I work as a magician for a living.” “That is simply mirrors and misdirection.”
  • You both fight for quite a bit, with Jumin not understanding why you are being so insistent in proving that you can do telekinesis.
  • You even move around small things like his pen or a flower off the vase, but he easily suggests that you may have rigged them beforehand.
  • Out of frustration, you bring in Elizabeth III from the other room; she is screeching and yowling.
  • Jumin finally gives in, and you triumphantly float Elizabeth on his lap.
  • Often, at random times throughout the day, he’ll ask you to levitate something and you play along.
  • He loves that there is something else that makes you all the more special in his eyes


  • Through your background check, he knew that you worked as a magician (a well known one at that)
  • So he was highkey excited to see how you practice your tricks.
  • One night, he noticed that you seemed to be setting up for a practice, so he diverted some his attention on watching you.
  • So when you lifted a water bottle and poured a glass full of water with it, he was mighty impressed.
  • Now he was carefully watching your every move to see where the trick behind it was.
  • But try as he might, HE.JUST.COULDN’T.UNDERSTAND.
  • He analyzed every corner of the room, but he didn’t find any mechanism that would help you do that.
  • So naturally, he called you up, disregarding the fact that you might have been asleep at the time. you would always answer his calls anyway
  • The minute you pick up the phone: “HOW DID YOU DO IT?”
  • After a lot of explaining and apologies, you realized you couldn’t practice here anymore.
  • Seven noticed that you had stopped practicing, and he felt very guilty and troubled.
  • Eventually, when he had come over, your ability was at the back of his mind. The bomb had to come first.
  • But then he became distant to the point of being untouchable, and you could see how much stress he was going through.
  • He wasn’t letting you come close to him, and you were worried about his health.
  • You lifted his dinner towards him, hoping he’ll notice. Oh he definitely did
  • To distract himself for a while, he asked you about your magic.
  • Delighted that he was finally talking to you decently, you had told him everything.

mulders-boyish-enthousiasm  asked:

Cuddling prompt 21? Thks!

Not betaed and written in a fit of angst. 

21. In the water/in the bath

The Chemo was draining. After every treatment Scully just found herself feeling closer to death. She curled up in the passenger seat of Mulder’s car and stared listlessly out the window.
As he drove Mulder tried to seem cheerful. Lately it was his go to mode of operation when dealing with Scully’s cancer.
“So I’m thinking we stop at Blockbuster, pick up some pizza, and kick back. What do you think?” Mulder asked as he chewed on a sunflower seed.
“Sure Mulder.” Scully said.
He glanced over at her, “Or if you’re tired we could just order in and see what’s on TV.”

“Mulder I appreciate the gesture but I don’t need a babysitter.”
Mulder was quiet for a minute and when he stopped at a light he gently touched her cheek to get her to look at him.
She did and for a moment he was taken aback not only by the dark circles under her eyes, but by the hopeless look in them.
Scully closed her eyes for a moment and held his hand, when she looked at him again she just looked sad.

“I’m sorry Mulder. I’m too tired for any stops but pizza sounds nice.”
She held his hand the rest of the way to her apartment.
By the time they arrived Scully was not feeling like eating at all. They hustled into the building and she ran straight into the bathroom.
Mulder dropped their things by the door and paced around trying to decide how best to help her. After a few minutes Mulder tentatively went into the bathroom where Scully was on the ground in front of the toilet.
He joined her on the floor in silence and pulled her back into his arms.
Sobs wracked her body and she curled into him.

She was covered in sweat but couldn’t stop shivering. Uselessly she tried to get up to get her mouthwash but she didn’t have the energy. Instead Mulder got it for her and helped her move to spit it in the toilet before flushing away everything. He turned on the faucet in the tub and made sure the water was warm before stopping up the drain.
As he shuffled out of the room and came back with a towel and her robe Scully sat back against the wall and closed her eyes. After making sure the water was warm enough and stopping the tap he kissed her forehead and began to leave.
“Stay.” Scully said softly.

He wasn’t shocked by the request and didn’t question her.  They’d been sleeping together for a few weeks but he knew the invitation wasn’t sexual. Mulder undressed her gently before undressing himself.
In the bath he laid her between his legs and wrapped his arms around her. Scully’s head lulled back onto his shoulder.
“It’s going to be okay.” He whispered to her.
She reached behind her and caressed his face.
“I know.”

Gently, Mulder washed her. She’d been rapidly losing weight since the diagnosis and he tried to hide how upsetting it was to feel every bone through her too pale skin.
When they finished he dried her off and carried her to the bedroom. The look in her eyes still scared him and he dealt with it by fussing over her.
“Do you want some tea? Or some Ginger ale? I can make you some soup if you’re feeling up to it…” He fiddled with the bedspread as he chattered until her hand reached out to still his.
“Just lay with me Mulder. I just need you here.” She said but still had the far off look in her eyes.
Mulder undressed and curled around her as if he could protect her from the world.
“I’m here.” He whispered into her ear.