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{Final Chapter: PART 30} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; N/A.

“And in the end, he had everything he had only ever hoped of having; her, only her - for the rest of time.”

Warning: Although this chapter doesn’t have an M rating, there are some scenes of slight mature/sexual content.

This is the final chapter to this series! If you would like to read my author’s note, I have placed it at the end of this post after the chapter for those who wish to see it~ Thank you, and I hope you enjoy IWSY’s final chapter ^^

{Part 1} // {Part 29} {Final Chapter: Part 30}

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Busted Study

This is an old Collaboration between myself  and @bustedpixels 
I created the meshes while BustedPixels recolored them amazingly if I may say so .

So lets get down to business
Set consists of: 

  • Desk 
  • Consol 
  • Modular Sofa 
  • Modular Seats  
  • Desk 
  • Chair 
  • Lamp 
  • Books 
  • Clock 
  • Ornament 
  • Shelving Rack 
  • A Desktop Pc 
  • Hanging wall art in 2 sizes - use resize tool for more variety 
  • Wall leaning Art in 2 sizes - use resize tool for more variety 


All items contain appropriate slots , lights and chair are updated to work with Dine Out and latest Light Patch , All Lods replaced

 Feel free to recolour this set ,please just dont include my meshes 

Find it ingame by searching Bustedkiwi’s study 

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Oh, my dear child
you were much too young
for everything
they put you through


Pushed out of Narnia
without bow
without arrows
without crown
so you held your head
high
and found
new weapons


Exchanged queenship for
adolescence
traded
bow for
nylons
arrows for
lipstick
traded
your red sweet smile
for boys
and parties
and laughter


You keep fighting
for all that you
are
for all that they
have been


Because you are
a queen
you are
the gentle queen
the one
who smiles
while everyone else
stains the ground with
deep red
brown
red


You are a woman
in a girl’s
body
and they
were your
lifeline
and they’re gone


And you stay behind
small
insignificant
silly
little
thing


Build yourself a life
from graves
from ashes and
corpses and
a kingdom that will
never
be yours again


Build it from
ruins
and smile
a rosary
slipping through your fingers
a prayer on
lipstick red lips


You are a queen
and you will
survive

— 

an ode to the last surviving Queen of Old, unknown author, ca 1950, found in a trunk, property of one Susan Wilder, born Pevensie {the one who lived on, with lipsticks and nylons and boys, the one who buried them all}

(attached is an image of the ode in its original state)

anonymous asked:

I'm usually all about the smut but there's something about the way you write msr that has me craving sweet. Could you please write something before they are a couple where Scully is so sleepy and exhausted and Mulder cuddles her. In bed please! No sex.

Hi anon! I so *wish* I could write smut, but you asked for sweet anyway and here it is. No sex, apparently, is what I’m good at. Set in “Bad Blood” before the last scene in Skinner’s office. Mulder and Scully have to spend another night in Chaney. 

“Let’s just go home, Mulder.” Scully sighs, tugs at his jacket. He is dirty and he reeks. She probably does, too.

“Our flight isn’t until…uhm. We don’t have a flight.” Mulder stops to look around. Scully tugs at him again, exhausted, and he follows her. The drugs, whatever Sheriff Hartwell gave her, wear her down still. She just wants to sleep. Take a shower, maybe, but sleep. A lot. Forget all about this. One day, she decides, she’ll show interest in a man who is not crazy.

“Scully, did we book a flight? Where is the hotel?”

Or maybe crazy in a more charming, less harmful way. She takes Mulder’s hand intto hers and leads him to their hotel without incident.

Scully is certain that they have two rooms. They must have. Mulder, now freshly showered with damp, spiky hair, sits in her bed surrounded by several pieces of paper. This is her room, she is sure of it. He’s chewing on his pen (he’s all out of sunflower seeds) and trying to figure something out. So is she; what is he doing in her room? In her bed?

“Mulder?” Her tongue feels too big for her mouth. She tries to tame her own damp hair; her arms too heavy to even attempt to hold the blow dryer. It’s not like she needs to look her best here in this Vampire-infested town anyway. Or whatever these people are.

“Hm?”

“What are you doing?” Scully wants him to leave. Go wherever. He used her shower, fine, and if her nose is not mistaken, he also used her shampoo. She doesn’t care. All she cares about right this moment is sleep.

“I’m working on our report for Skinner. He wants to see us first thing in the morning.” Scully groans and Mulder eyes her curiously with the pen hanging from his mouth like a cigarette. There’s nothing left of his own confusion. Without her, he wouldn’t even have found his way back here. Now he looks as chipper as if he’s just returned from a vacation.

“Mulder, can we do this tomorrow, please? I’m tired.” She puts emphasis on the word hoping he gets the hint. He doesn’t. Instead he scoots over to make room for her on the bed. He’s got to be kidding.

“Skinner expects the report.”

“Since when do you care so much about reports?” Scully is too tired. She sits down next to Mulder, tears the folder out of his hands and looks at what he’s written down so far. None of it makes sense to her.

“Scully, I’m sorry they didn’t have any flights for tonight,” Mulder’s voice takes on a soft tone and Scully, against her better judgment, feels herself relax. “I know you want to go home. So do I. But we’re stuck here for another night and the sooner we deal with this,” he takes the folder back out of her hands, “the sooner we can file it away and forget about it.”

“Maybe you’re right.”

“Dear diary, today Agent Scully-”

“Mulder.” Her voice is sharp as a knife and he shuts up immediately. Out of the corner of her eyes she sees him grin.  

“So how about you tell me exactly what happened with you and Sheriff Buck Teeth.”

“Didn’t we go over this already?” Scully’s eyes refuse to stay open. The bed is surprisingly comfortable and Mulder is like a big, warm, soft pillow. One she shouldn’t use, but her body is drawn to his and she is just too exhausted to fight it.

“Uhm, no. Not this time. What did you two do in the car, Scully?”

“Hm?”

“In the car,” she hears Mulder’s voice somewhere near. I can do this with my eyes closed, she reasons, and lets them drift shut. “What did you two talk about?” Mulder’s voice feels wonderful, Scully thinks with a small smile. Why can she feel it? Oh right. Her head is on his chest. She is not sure how it got there or if she should move away from him. Her body is no longer cooperating and Mulder, apparently, doesn’t mind.

“Hmmmm.”

“So you didn’t talk? In the car? What did you do with that guy, Scully?”

“Nothin’.” She mumbles against his t-shirt clad chest. He smells good. So very, very good. “Why are you in my bed, Mulder?” She asks him, taking in more of his scent, and sighs deeply. This must be a dream, she thinks. They don’t cuddle like this in reality.

“Actually Scully, you’re in my bed.”

“Hm. No. My room.” He chuckles and the gentle lift of his chest feels wonderful. He puts his arm around her, tentatively at first, but she doesn’t even think about asking him to remove it.

“You and Sheriff Buck Teeth, Scully.”

“Hartwell.” She mumbles, fighting against the pull of sleep.

“Hm. He had buck teeth, Scully. What did you see in him?”

“This for the report?”

“I need to understand it, don’t I?” Scully snuggles closer into his side beginning to feel cold. He lets her go of her for a moment so he can put a blanket over her. She sighs in contentment when his arms go around her again, holding her close.  

“He was interested.”

“Ouch, that’s all it takes for you? Good to know.”

“Shut up, Mulder.” She wants to get up, stare at him, hit him, but he’s too soft under her cheek.

“Did you just talk, Scully, or did you…”

“He talked and then he drugged me, Mulder.” When she feels his whole body stiffen, she puts her hand on his stomach. Gently caresses him until his muscles relax again. “Nothing happened, Mulder.”

“How do you know if you were drugged?”

“Was checked out at the hospital.”

“When?”

“Before I found you.”

“You didn’t even think to look for me?”

“Mulder,” she whines, “I was drugged. You… slept it off.” Which, she figures, is why he is so wired now and she is everything but. He is quiet and she breathes in tandem with him. In and out, in and out. Scully feels herself drift off, safe in Mulder’s arms, when he leans away from her. She wants to complain, but he merely turns off the lights, and then she is back in his arms.

“The report?” She asks into the darkness.

“Can wait. Goodnight, Scully.” He holds her tightly, not even thinking about going to his – or her room – and she finds herself smiling before, finally, she falls asleep.  

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