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anonymous asked:

msr headcanon: Scully takes Mulder to her high school reunion pretending he's her husband bc she's embarrassed that she's one of the only people of her class that isn't already married

Reunited
by mldrgrl
Rated PG
Summary: This isn’t totally what you wanted, Anon, I’m sorry, but it’s the only way I can see it.

From time to time, mail still arrived at the house for Scully.  Technically, it arrived at the PO Box Mulder maintained where they used to collect their mail, but it had been his alone for two years.  At first, he used the trickle of mail that came through to call her, knowing full well it was mostly junk she’d never want, but it was the only legitimate excuse he had for awhile.  It had been quite awhile since her name showed up in his PO Box, but he didn’t need excuses anymore since he saw her nearly every day at work.

He brought her the Alumni Newsletter she received with a cup of coffee.  She thanked him for both, took a sip of the coffee, and then through the newsletter in the trash after a mere glance.

“You’re not going to read it?” Mulder asked, retrieving the sealed booklet from the trash can.

“A high school newsletter?  I don’t think I’ve ever read one.”

“Hm.”  Mulder ripped the circle of tape holding the pages together and opened it up.  “Rosalee O’Brien hyphen Bingham, senior class president, announces the 35th reunion for the graduates of the class-”

“I know what year I graduated,” she said, reaching across his desk to take the newsletter back.  “No need to remind me.”

“You don’t want to go?  It’s in…” Mulder paused and held the newsletter up and away from Scully’s searching fingers.  “June.”

“We don’t know where we’ll be in June.  A case could come up.”

“Never heard of personal time?”

Unable to grab the newsletter, Scully crossed her arms.  “Mulder, you wouldn’t know personal time if it walked through the door and bit you on the ass.”

“Well, things change.”  He gave her the newsletter which she folded and put in her briefcase.

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sarcasticskeptic  asked:

(For the teacher au) Whizzer could be the advisor for the photography club and he's the really dedicated advisor who recommends kids for scholarships and helps them enter contests

yessssss!! thanks for the ask!! I was thinking something similar!

ok but just in general Whizzer loves his students So Much although he really would never admit it (except for the occasional “I love you dipshits!” followed by a “We love you too, Whizzer!” from one of the students resulting in laughter from the whole classroom)

so just as you said he’s super dedicated and loves helping out his students! he organizes student exhibitions in school, takes them out to see art galleries during breaks and just he loves his children

and like,, he also really loves photography and he brings his camera to school every day and randomly takes pictures of students/teachers/school life and the students love it

his pictures are often used for the yearbook and the school website etc etc 

he’s also the Designated Photographer™ for school events like field trips, school festivals, etc etc !!!! 

(this is actually based on one of my own teachers who’s a history teacher but loves photography and during events like sports festivals (do you have those in the US? prob not) he’s just running around with this bigass quality camera trying to get good shots and he sometimes prints the good ones out for all of us :))))

please send in more asks about it if you like :)))))))) I love everyone’s contributions so, much,,, also i might post more for this au so please be on the lookout (I love this au too lmao help) 

Pay Back.

A/N: Sorry this was so short. I’m drowning in requests rn. I’m going to close them for right now.

Request: 

“What are we looking for again?” Liam asked as we descended into the dark underground tunnels. About an hour earlier, we all met in Scott’s house devising a plan. A plan to break our fellow pack member, Lydia Martain, out of Eichen House Sanitarium. Liam, Malia, and I were the distraction, Kira was the get away driver, and Scott and Stiles were the rescue team. The distraction teams’ task was to find the Chimera Pack and keep them at bay as long as possible. 

“I don’t know. A clue.” I shrugged as I ventured further into the pipe lined corridors. 

 Malia brushed past me “All I can smell from back there is your stupid perfume.” 

She said annoyance in her voice. Malia never really seemed in a good mood. Except maybe around her boyfriend, Stiles. Sometimes not even then. Liam and I followed Malia, the tunnel had many different extension. You’d get lost if you didn’t have a map, or super human smell. Unfortunately, I had neither. I was the only human among my companions, but I was smarter than both of them combined. Which is why I was with them. I was the voice of reason amid the two hot heads trekking with me. Suddenly, Malia stopped cause me to bump into her. She rolled her eyes at me over her shoulder. 

 “Do you hear that?” Her voice was hushed. 

 “Yeah.” Liam agreed his voice the same quiet tone.

I strained my ears to hear what their supernatural ones could, knowing that was impossible. 

 “I don’t hear any-“ I started, but was cut off my the two of them shushing me in unison. I furrowed my brow at them, but stayed quiet. From behind us a sound, like a metal piece hitting the ground, caught our attention. We all spun around to see Tracy and Josh, two chimera hybrids, standing a yard or two away. 

“Y/N.” Liam growled without looking at me. 

 “Yeah.” 

“Run.” He warned.

 As he said the words, Tracy and Josh charged at us. Tracy closed the gap between us first, and in that short distance she’d change into her Kanima form. Josh was still a bit behind, but flashed his fangs and his lightning power at us. I turned in the opposite direction and ran. I was no match for chimeras, I could barely walk without tripping over air half the time. I ran to the end of the hallway, and made a left. Running right into something solid, it knocked me backwards and I hit the ground. I looked up clutching my head to see what I’d run into. Fear washed over me instantly. Standing in front of me, mischievous smile and all was Theo Raeken. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. I looked around feverishly trying to find something to attack with or some way to escape. 

 “Tsk. Tsk. You know fighting back is stupid.” He taunted me. I stood up cautiously, his eyes followed me intently. Without warning, I started towards him and swung my fist. It hit him in the jaw and he stumbled backwards. 

 “Feisty, aren’t we Princess?” He chuckled touching his lip to check for blood.

 “Tougher than I look, Princess.” I mocked. He stepped closer to me, and I instinctively stepped back. 

 “Tough, but not smart. I could pin before you knew was I did.” 

“I’d kick your ass, and I’d make sure you knew what I did.” I sassed. 

 He smiled at me, a cunning but beautiful smile. Everything about him was impossibly perfect, but I couldn’t be distracted. I had to get away. Once again, I started towards him but he was ready for me this time. Like he promised, he grabbed me and slammed me into the wall, pipes smashing into my back. He pinned my arms down to my side, a smirk smug on his face. I squirmed trying to free myself from his grip but he was to strong, and the struggling only seemed to entertain him. I had half a mind to spit in his face, when I saw it. He moved his gaze from my eyes to my lips and back. It was only for a second, had I not been so close to his face I might have missed it. It was like a sign from the supernatural gods. I pushed my lips firmly into his, and I was surprised when he returned the kiss. I could feel his grip on my arms loosen and I had my chance. I thrusted my knee into his groin causing him to grab it and double over in pain. I pushed past him and ran. My only escape was deeper in the maze like tunnels. The few doors I found as I ran were all locked. After several minutes of running, my pace started to slow and I knew I had to find a spot to hide. I made another turned, and saw a door ajar ahead. I sprinted towards it and squeezed inside shutting it quietly behind me. I was in an old supply closet. It was square with a chair in the corner to the right, a broom and an few boxes of powdered soap on a shelf in the far left corner. I walked over to the chair slumping in it. It creaked as I did. I figured I would wait until Scott and Stiles texted me that they’d gotten Lydia out okay, then I would sneak out. Hopefully, no one would be there by then.

“Find her!” Theo’s voice rang out. I wasn’t sure how close or how far he was. The tunnels were too echoey. 

“Where can she hide? All these doors are locked.” Tracy said.

“Yeah, Theo. She probably already got out.” a boy’s voice whined.

“What is it Theo?” Tracy asked. He hadn’t said anything, but he must have heard or smelled something. I held my breath just incase, his super hearing could me from where ever he was.

“Nothing.” He said finally after several minutes. “Let’s get out of here.”

There was no protest from any of them. But they were leaving, which meant I could too. I gave it about five minutes before cracking opening the door and peeking out. It seemed cleared and so I opened the door wider. Thinking I was alone, I started down the hallway. Suddenly, a hand wrapped around my torso hoisting me up and another covered my mouth. I started kicking and screaming, but bother were futile. My assailant’s strength was greater than my own. I was carried back into the same room, before I was let go. Finally, I was able to see who’d captured me.

“I like your perfume.” Theo smirked. 

Shit.

 Malia said it was strong. Note to self, perfume not great for hiding. 

“Let me go, Theo.” I warned unthreateningly.

“Why princess?”

He walked towards me, and I took a few steps backwards hitting a way. Dread rushed through me. I had no where to go. Before I knew it, he was inches from me. His smirk still perfect on his face. 

He grabbed my chin and turned my face to the left and than to the right. “Pay back is a bitch. ” he growled.

“I’m not afraid of you.” her voice quivered.

“You sure?’ He chuckled. “Because you’re heart beat says your terrified.” 

He lifted my chin, that he was still holding, up to look at him. I nibbled on my lower lip, a nervous habit of mine. The expression on his face changed as he watch me. Roughly, he grabbed both of my arms and put them together over my head. He held them there with one hand and with the other pulled my lips to his kissing my hard. I caught myself kissing him back, but I couldn’t help it. His lips were warm and soft. He licked my lips with his tongue asking to enter. I let him, and he swirled his tongue around mine. Everything in me told me stop, to push him off of me and run. But he started caressing my body with his free hand, and it felt so good. I bit his lower lip softly, causing him to groan in my mouth. He removed his hold on my hands, and moved down my body to my thighs. He lifted me up, and I wrapped my legs around him. I started to move my hands, but he glared up at me.

“Don’t move those hands until I say.” he warned. I nodded and he attack my neck with kisses. I moaned with pleasure. The sensation sent a shiver down my spine. Without thinking, I tangled my fingers in his hair. He withdrew from my neck, and narrowed his eyes. He loosened his grip on my thighs and I knew he was putting me down. Once I was firmly on the ground her spun me around, my front touching the wall. He nuzzled his nose in my ear.

“I don’t remember saying you could move you hands.” He growled.

“I’m sorry.” I whimpered. He didn’t say anything. He reached to my front, unbuttoning my pants and easing down the zipper. In one quick motion, he pulled my jeans and panties down around my knees. He smoothed his hand over my ass softly, before smacking it hard. Initially, I felt pain and hissed. But the sting dulled quickly and all I felt was pure pleasure. 

“I told you not to move, Princess.” He spanked me a few more times, and I could feel myself growing wetter with each one. 

“I’m going to fuck you now, and you’re not going make any noise. Understand?” He whispered in my ear. I nodded.

“I want you to say it.” he hissed.

“I’m not going to make any noise.” I recited.

“Good girl.” he cooed. I could hear him unzipping his pants behind me, and pulling them down. He pulled down his boxers and I heard him fiddling with the condom wrapper trying to get it opened. I wondered if he just walked around with condoms in his pocket. He put his hands on my hips readying himself. I stuck my ass out grinding against his erection. Theo groaned and tightened his grip on my hips, I could feel a bruise forming already. He teased my pussy with his tip as he lined himself up with my entrance. 

“god, you’re so wet.” He moaned. He slid in slowly and it took everything in me not to cry out. I dug my fingers into the wall, trying to suppress every urge to moan. I could hear him smiling behind me. He quickened his pace, and I wasn’t sure if I would be able to obey his command much longer.

“It feels so good, doesn’t it?” He purred. “Tell me, Princess.”

“Yes.” I moaned loudly. “Please, Theo. Faster.” I begged. He loved that he was the reason for my pleasure and he pumped in me faster. My walls tightened around him and I knew I was almost to my edge. From the low grunts and growls from behind me. He was too.

“I’m-I’m…” I tried to say.

“Come Princess.” At the words, I reached my climax. My moans filled the small room and that seemed to fuel Theo. He thrusted a couple more time before exploding his load into the condom. He pulled out and released his grip on my hips. My knees were shaky and I hazily redressed myself. He was already dressed when I looked at him again. He stepped closer to me and kissed me softly on the lips.

“Let’s do this again sometime.” He whispered and then he disappeared out of the room. I slouched against the wall.

“What just happened?” I said aloud to myself.

The Meet Cute

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: Swear words, angst, Soulmate!AU

Word count: 2.3k

A/N: Prompt by @yourtropegirl and @bkwrm523:  Imagine Tony goes on an Epic Bender, maybe loses a whole weekend.  Huge chunk of time.  He wakes up, finally sober.  It takes him a little while, because hangover, but he eventually notices HOLY SHIT HE MET HIS SOULMATE LAST WEEKEND.  New tattoo.  And he remembers NOTHING.  Naturally, he’s/she’s staying away because he’s/she’s shy, or whatever.  Imagine the lengths Tony’s going to to find out who tf he/she is. 

Originally posted by fuckyeahtonystark

Tony groaned as his alarm went off - the shrill sound echoing through the quiet room. His head felt like it was about to explode, as he slowly reached his arm out to shut the damn thing off. However, he didn’t manage and instead just ripped the whole thing out of the wall. As he pushed his face further into the pillows, his own A.I. interrupted the silence.

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Stronger- Theo imagine- part 2

Originally posted by bysamoylova

Request: artfuck said:

Can you do a part two to stronger? Please it’s so good

A/N: I wasn’t intending on doing a part two so I’m sorry if it’s not very good xx enjoy!

Words: 1676

part one is here


“How am I going to do that?” you questioned. You had no clue where to begin even if you’d adapted to this new world remarkably fast.

“That’s what we’re going to figure out.” Theo mused. “First things first, you’re going to have to learn how the hide the wings.” He walked over so he was opposite you.  

“I don’t know how” you blushed. He smiled at you, his fingers reaching out to touch the feathers. Subconsciously you tensed your back, the wings fluttering in response to the contact. With admiration, Theo turned his attention back to your rosy cheeks.

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Common/Theo Raeken Fluff

Originally posted by unconditionalloveandunicornspawn

Most of these are taken from my Wattpad account! (Twtrash01)

Send me requests for the following Fandoms: Teenwolf, Vampire Diaries, Dolantwins, OUAT(Peter Pan, Robbie Kay, Supernatural, Suicide Squad, The 100. Basically I’ll write for any fandom. I’ll write non-smut as well. Be specific in what you want! *I DON’T OWN ANY GIFS*

Request:  Can i request a Theo Raeken fluff, where your a new chimera and he helps you train and stuff, and then after a long day you guys talk and realize how much in common you have, and he kisses you?

This is Trash. 

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and all these little things

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robert finds a way to support aaron throughout his counselling sessions.

or, four tuesdays that robert supports aaron, and one tuesday where robert needs his husband.

The first counselling session had lured Robert into a false sense of security. He’d collected Aaron from the counsellor’s office in Leeds, and he’d been okay, he’d been quiet, sure, but he’d been okay - he’d smiled at Robert and suggested lunch in town somewhere before they made the drive back to Emmerdale.

Robert didn’t know much about counselling, if he was honest, beyond what he’d read online when scouring through the infinite list of counsellors Aaron could go and see. Aaron had been the one to agree he needed counselling, but Robert had been the one to find a counsellor for him, in the end.

He hadn’t know what to expect, from Aaron’s sessions, but that first one made him think they wouldn’t be all that bad.

It was the third, when Robert realised it wasn’t going to be an easy road. Maybe it had been completely naive of him to believe they could just muddle along and everything would be okay, even with Aaron having to relive the worst parts of his life over and over, have someone pick them apart and put him back together all over again.

Aaron was quiet, when Robert came in from work. He’d driven himself to counselling that afternoon, Robert stuck in meetings for Home James until the earning evening time.

“Hiya,” Robert greeted, setting his laptop and folder down on the kitchen table, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of Aaron’s head. His husband flinched away from Robert’s touch, and instantly, Robert was worried. “How was your day?”

“How do you think?” Aaron snapped, not looking up from the cold cup of tea he was holding tightly to.

Robert wasn’t really sure what to say. “Have you had tea?” he tried, hoping it would elicit a better reaction.

“‘M not hungry.” Aaron shook his head, shoving his chair backward. “I’m going to bed.”

“It’s six o’clock, Aaron.”

“So? Are you tryin’ to tell me when I can and can’t go to bed now?”

“Aaron, you know -“ Robert began, sighing as Aaron walked out of the backroom without waiting for him to finish his sentence. He stood alone, in the kitchen, for a few minutes, trying to figure out what he could do to help.

His first instinct was to follow Aaron, and hold him close, and reassure him that everything was going to be alright, that he’d be okay - but Aaron didn’t want that, he’d told Robert he didn’t want that.

He’d just have to find a new way to help Aaron through it all, he supposed.

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colonel-jeff-tracy  asked:

Jeff strides into the room, baseball bat slung over one shoulder and a plastic armour plate, four times too small, strapped to his chest. "Now where's this monster, Scooter?"

Scott’s not allowed to climb on top of his wardrobe. Mom said not to and dad said not to but neither of them said not to in times of great need.

This is one of those times. Scott’s perched up there now, pajama pants hanging from one leg ‘cause he was halfway through getting ready for bed when he spotted the monster and the monster spotted him.

“It’s under there.” Scott points dolefully towards his bed. It went scuttling back under after Scott yelled for help. He watches anxiously, afraid the monster will jump put and devour dad whole. It was pretty big.

“If you die, do I get to fly your plane?” He asks, perhaps a little too eagerly.

Memories

Joe Sugg x Reader #3

Warnings: none that i can think of 

Word Count: 2.3k 

Requested: nope just realized that i’ve never written about a wedding before, and i’ve been in 2 and i love them 

Note: i don’t know how i’m gonna write vows for my own wedding after writing these tbh ~K

[ masterlist ]

Originally posted by livingthesugglife

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Everything in the past 5 years in your relationship, had led up to today. All the planning, stress, and tiny little details that came with 6 months worth of wedding planning accumulated to today and you could not wait. Today you were getting married to your best friend, as absolutely cheesy as it is to say that. Leading up to today you had not been nervous at all, but as you were surrounded by your mom, the getting ready team, and your bridesmaids, sipping on the mimosa that had been placed in your hand as you got up that morning, nerves were running through your entire system.

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The background idea no long fits as to the nature of this picture.

So, how about a headcanon instead?

While Scott deals with the office end of the family industry, Virgil actually visits factories, construction sites and such to see how progress is coming along.

You know, to make sure everyone is working in desirable conditions and that product output is optimal.

colonel-jeff-tracy  asked:

"What is the most important lesson you have learned from each member of your family (including Grandma)?"

“Man, where did that come from?” Scott asks as he settles to the side of his father’s desk, his long legs all stretched out and long fingers curled around a hot cup of coffee. “Well, the kiddo taught me to relax a little when flying. I learned the old school way; from you and the military precision of the Cadets but Al’ learned from us and developed his own style of piloting. He relaxes when he’s flying and dodges space debris better than I can so I’m gonna try relaxing and having more faith in my own abilities next time I’m in that situation. I have a feeling there’s a Star Wars reference I’m missing but hey, it works for him.” Big brother chuckles and takes a sip of coffee. It’s been a long, long day of rescues and he’s ready to uh, relax a little.

Who next? Gordon. Scott smiles at the portrait of his second youngest brother, looking so proud from his spot between Alan and John. There was a time when his picture might not have been on that wall. “Gords taught me the difference a smile and some positivity can make on a mission. Even personal missions. If you grin and you believe that you’re gonna complete this mission, no matter how big or small it is, you stand more of a chance of succeeding. It doesn’t mean that you’re not still terrified or have a thousand doubts and worries churning beneath the surface, but when you smile and crack a joke that makes others laugh, somehow all those concerns don’t seem quite as…concerning.”

After Gordon comes Virgil, as always. Scott’s best friend and that constant, calm voice in his ear and his mind whenever he needs advice. “I’ve learned a lot from Virg. I wish I could stay as calm as him but we all know that’s never gonna happen.” There’s a warm smile on Scott’s face as he ponders his middle brother, “He stays calm because he has faith in people and I’m doing what I can to remember that myself. When I worry about the guys, I remember that we’ve both taught them everything we know. They’re not inexperienced kids out on their first missions any more. They’re experienced members of International Rescue. They’ve got this.” Scott salutes their portraits with his cup.

“John’s trying his hardest to get me to think plans through a little more but hanging back’s not really my style.” Scott acknowledges a pretty big flaw that’s jeopardised more than one mission,  “I’m trying and that’s what matters, right? The whole look before you leap thing. You haven’t gotta look when you’re wearing a jet pack but that’s beside the point.” He mumbles into his coffee, “The next time a jerk like Janus sets their sights on International Rescue, we’ll play the situation like a game of chess to avoid being grounded again.”

Scott takes care to check his surroundings before he continues, “Kayo taught me that you haven’t got to be called a Tracy to be one. I get why she didn’t tell us about her uncle. I’m hurt that she didn’t feel she could trust us but I understand why, because he took you from us. I’d have been wary too, and besides, she was smarter than any actual Tracy the day he finally came round for a visit. That day I learned there’s more to family than the name on your birth certificate.”

Who does that leave? Scott’s got a massive family that he feels honored to be part of. “I think the most important thing I’ve learned from Gramma is that it’s okay to hold onto the past as long as you don’t hold on so tight you get stuck. The TV21 might’ve been the original Thunderbird but we have a whole fleet now. It would’ve been amazing if we could’ve brought her home where she belonged but it wasn’t worth risking any more lives to get her back. Sometimes you have to give up on something but that’s okay. She reminded me that you’d still be proud of us no matter what.”

And then finally Scott grins at his father. “You taught me to always do the right thing. Even if the odds seem insurmountable. Even if it feels like the whole world’s standing in my way. If it’s the right thing to do, then we do it because someone has to. It’s no use sitting around thinking gee, I wish this situation would change. If you want something to change then you get off your ass and you make that change yourself. You do the right thing because it’s the right thing to do and not because you’ll get paid or famous for it. Good deeds don’t count for much if you do them for the wrong reasons.”

Scott gently sets his cup down on the desk. “Did I pass, sir?”