stop me if you’ve heard this before by pinebluffvariant

Post-ep for The Pine Bluff Variant. Scully wants to get Mulder away from the scene of the coverup.

“We’ll deal with this, Mulder, we won’t give up,” she tries to reassure, but it’s a cold comfort. “Come over here, sit on the couch.” They take the few steps into the living room together and he collapses on her striped sofa, sprawls out with his head thrown back against the chenille throw resting there, and for the first time since she saw a tall, thin figure in a vampire mask on the security footage, Scully relaxes.


Chris Evans x Reader

Warning: Angst, Angry Smut 

Notes: I am truly sorry about an adjective I used about Hayley Atwell. I didn’t mean it. :( 

It’s long. (1860 words)

And I suck at endings. 

I hope you like it. Enjoy ;) 

Chris was gone for filming Civil War. Though you were happy and proud about him for doing what he loves, you missed your boyfriend of 3 years very much. You had work to do so you couldn’t travel with him to everywhere he goes for filming. You did try to pay him surprise visits and he did the same to you.

He called you that morning when you were about to enter your office. Between “I miss you”s and talking about your regular stuff, he mentioned that Hayley came to the set and they were going to shoot a dubsmash together. Oh boy you loved Hayley and her silly dubsmash videos. How can you not? You said that you couldn’t wait to watch it before you hung up. You were going to regret that.

Somewhere around noon you had time to take a break from your work and take a quick look on your Twitter. There it was. Team Carter’s winning video.

“Ahahaha oh my god Chris.”

You laughed when you saw your boyfriend. You realized heads turning to you around the office and tried to keep your voice down. You liked it, retweeted it and sent Chris a text message:

“It’s not courteous to stick your tongue out Cap! ;) “

You put your phone back in your bag for you didn’t expect Chris to find time to text back.

Dorks. You thought, still smiling. You shook your head slightly and got up from your desk to go have your lunch.


You were laughing at something Josh said as you walked back to the office with him. Another co-worker and friend Jen was coming from the opposite direction with a look on her face that you couldn’t resolve.

“I’m guessing you didn’t see it?”

She said as she passed by.

“See what?”

You asked but she was gone. You turned to Josh and he gave you a shrug, meaning he doesn’t understand either.

You returned to your desk and opened your computer. Before you started working, you checked you twitter. There was another video. “We celebrated.” Hayley had captioned.

Is this what Jen was talking about?

You started the short video and started watching with a neutral face. That was until:

Wait. What?


You were frozen. That was one hell of a celebration alright! On the outside you couldn’t move but your brain was screaming. You were struggling with your thoughts.

How could they?

Wait they’re just friends.

Friends that kiss?!

It’s just acting Y/N. They kissed before in the movie.

But even that wasn’t heated like this!

As you were contemplating what you saw, you felt a hand your shoulder. You realized you were staring at the looping video for a time now and turned to Josh.

“You OK Y/N ?”

He asked, worried.

“yeah… Yeah I’m, I’m fine.” You mumbled, tears prickling your eyes and anger building inside of you.

“Um. Excuse me. I don’t think I can.. I can” You frantically said and pointed at your computer.

“It’s fine. You go, I’ll cover for you.” he said.

You nodded, grabbed your bag and left the office. Once you were inside your car, you started crying with anger and feeling of betrayal.


Until you arrived home, Chris texted a couple of times and called. You didn’t answer. Not just because you were driving, also because you were too enraged to have a healthy conversation.

At home you took a shower, then put yourself a glass of whiskey but ended up drinking quite a lot. When Chris called for it seemed like the 100th time, you answered.

“What’s going on baby I was worried about you?!” He asked with a rather loud voice.

You snorted “Yeah, right.”

“What’s that supposed to mean? Why haven’t you answered my phones?”

“MAYbe because I’m MAD AT YOU!” you yelled. Maybe the alcohol was not a good idea.

“Why are you yelling?! And why would you be mad at me?!”

“You’re right! Why would I be mad at you for making out with some bitch on camera?!”

“Hey hey! Have care how you speak Y/N?”

“Fuck you Evans. I’m tired. I’m going to bed.” You said with a lower voice.

“No don’t hang u” |

You already hung up the phone and shut it off. You went to bed and fell asleep with a frown on your face.


Your eyelids were heavy from crying and the slight hangover you were having had made you sleep until afternoon. Groaning you got up.

As you stirred your cereal in your bowl, you thought about last night. You were still going back and forth between your angry, betrayed feels and regret of the reaction you showed.

Door opened and heavy, fast footsteps came closer.

“Y/N ?”


You got up and went to the living room where you found your boyfriend. He looked pissed.

“What the hell are you doing here?” You asked. Did he just fly all the way here when you were sleeping? For what?

“You shut your phone off. I was worried.” He sounded like his thoughtful, sweet self now.

“Yeah I didn’t wanna be disturbed.”

You were keeping distance. In a normal time, Chris would’ve swooped you in a hug and you two would be giggling like teenagers. But right now, you were both tense and keeping distance from each other.

“What the hell was your outburst last night?”  The irritated tone was back.

“Was I not clear enough?!” You raised your voiced.

“Baby you KNOW Hayley and I are friends. That was just acting for her video. That’s it!”

“NO! If you kiss in a movie, THAT’S acting because you HAVE TO. Did you have to kiss her yesterday? No! You just saw the opportunity and jumped into it!”

“What kinda guy do you think I am Y/N?” he sounded hurt.

“Like I said I was just helping a friend out.” He continued when you stayed silent.

“Wow. What a help. Well, have you ever seen me making out with a friend?” You blinked your eyes to fight back the tears pricking your eyes.

“Y/N baby I’m sorry.” He breathed out as he walked towards you.

You tried to back away but he was fast. He stood in front of you but you refused to meet his eyes.

He held out his hand to you, to hold you.

“No don’t touch me.” you snarled with a frown and swatted his hand away.

“Sweetheart please don’t do this.” He tried to hold you again.

“No fuck off!” you spatted and turned around to walk away but you were stopped by a strong hand on your upper arm.

Chris quickly and harshly turned you around and kissed you. At first you didn’t respond but sometime after, you kissed back. Your grip on his forearm was so strong that your fingernails were painfully digging in. Your tongues fought for dominance but you were determined not to give in. As his hands went your waist, you placed yours on his chest and you pushed him.

He stumbled back a little. If looks could kill Chris thought. You let out a low growl and pulled him for another kiss by holding him by his shirts collar. You ripped the shirt open as buttons fell off and on the floor. Chris lifted your tshirt off your head as you fondled with his belt. His pants, briefs and your pyjama bottom were quick to be discarded.

Chris leaned down to kiss you again. You pushed him down to sit on the couch and straddled him. Then you kissed him with force, claiming his mouth. He let out a growl when you pulled his bottom lip between your teeth. You were grinding your hips to his meanwhile and he was hard as rock underneath you. His hands roamed all over your body. He kneaded your ass and groped your breasts. He was not gentle at all. Your hands were in his hair, messing and pulling as you kept kissing.

He ripped off your panties at some point as he broke the kiss. Then slapped your ass hard. You loved it when he got rough but this was your turn. You took his hard cock in your hand and guided it to your hot, aching core. You glided his head a few times over your pussy as you teased both of you and cloaked his member with your wetness. Then you aligned him at your entrance and sat down, taking it all the way in.

You both moaned loudly, having missed the feeling. He held your hips because he wants to take control but you don’t even care. You start to raise yourself up&down, roll your hips forward, all while looking at his pretty, frowning face.

He leaned down to kiss and bite your neck, making sure to leave marks. Then he smacked your ass again. As you let your guard for a second of pleasure, Chris held you and turned you over, hovering himself over you.

“Hey!” you said.

He just grinned deviously and plunged himself back in, fucking you hard. And you let him. He held the arm of the couch with both arms and you wrapped your hands around his giant biceps and squeezed. He started grunting and moaning and you knew he was close. You wrapped your legs around his waist and turned the two of you. Chris fell on his back on the floor with a thud, with you on top of him. The glasses on the coffee table clanked with the force of the fall.

“Ouch!” Chris whined but you shut him with a sloppy kiss. You put one elbow next to his head as you kept kissing his mouth and jaw and neck. He held your hips once again and pushed his hips upwards, hitting your g-spot perfectly. You pushed down to meet his thrusts and your free hand went to his chest.

You nearly screamed his name in the moment of bliss, as a leg trembling orgasm hit you. He followed behind as he shut his eyes and repeated curse words.

You collapsed on top of him as you panted for air. He held you in his arms, holding you tightly. After a while, you lifted your head from his neck and looked him in the eye. You couldn’t stay mad at him. He gave you a sad look.

“I’m sorry darling. I didn’t wanna hurt you. I love you more than anything. I’m sorry.” He said. “Will you forgive me?”

You smiled a little. “I’m sorry too. For what I said. I was just shocked.”

He looked at you with puppy eyes. Damn it.

“I love you too.” You gave the answer he was waiting for. He smiled as you leaned down to kiss him. Gentle and loving, as it’s supposed to be.

You broke the kiss and lifted your head a little to look at him. You smiled mischievously.


“Well…” You lifted and eyebrow. “You came all the way here. Might as well we enjoy while we can.”

He smiled back and leaned up to kiss you.

The End.

Cyborg Demon Sex Slave

They thought the prostheses would help control her, make her more programmable.

They were very, very wrong.


Horns: {The Whoreshop} - Sea Horns. (NEW! @Totally Top Shelf). These come with a glorious color-change hud! There are so many options and they’re all really pretty.

HairExile - Hearts Don’t Breakeven - Naturals - Frost. 

Earses: [MANDALA] - STEKING EARS - Season 5.

SkinGlam Affair - Ellie skin - Jamaica - FLF - NB. 

Skin Tint: [the Skinnery] - SkinTint Fantasy - Grey. 

Eyebrows: NOX. - Rapture Brows - [Tintable].

Lashes: //LovelyAlien// - StarryEyelashes.

Eyes: NINI - exy eyes - aqua blue.

Harness/Skirt: *Sweet Lies* - Thais - Darks Outfit (NEW! @Totally Top Shelf). The darks pack comes with black, brown, and this lovely deep red that I’m wearing. Unrigged and modifiable for a perfect fit!

Body: Maitreya - Mesh Body - Lara.

Arms: *QweenB* - Not The Droid Parts Arms - Grunge RARE (NEW! @ The Fantasy Gacha Carnival). These are super. fucking. cool. The only downside is that the common arms do not come in sets. These are also unrigged and mod, but honestly they worked perfectly with my body with no tinkering. 

PoseaDORKable Poses: Nippy 6. 

circusgifs asked:

Bon anniversaire !!!! Plein de gros bisous baveux XD J'espère que tu passes une bonne journée & que tu vas bien célébrer ça:))

Merci Fanny!! *hugs* Pour être honnête avec toi, cet année je n’ai rien de prévu pour mon anniv du coup j’vais manger des sushis chez moi, dans le genre plateau TV, me reste plus qu’à choisir ma tenue confortable et le DVD ou le film que j’vais regarder LOL

Jan. ‘16. Been lazy about compiling lists for My Bootleg Rec Page. So arranged marriage AUs bc I’ve pretty much read every fic with that tag. Also kind of a part II to my royalty au reclist.

* = fics that could use more love and appreciation i.e KUDOS & COMMENTS :D

But why doesn’t this have a million kudos???????? Completely stole my heart: 

*Things Remembered by kaige68 (5/5 | 4,682 | Mature) 

Derek reflects on the ceremonies that will have him fully married by the end of the day.


*They Say Love Is Blind, But Love Is Insane by FactoryWorker8 (10/10 | 25,197 | Teen)

Prince Derek has yet to marry by his 29th birthday and tradition states he must be married to a chosen suitor by the time he turns 30. Stiles, the ultimate nobody from the ultimate nowhere, is the one chosen to marry the moody recluse.

Rated teen and up for swearing.

Everything about this is so on point! Wicked. I cried. Too manny damn feels:

Sinking Ships by standinginanicedress (5/5 | 106,646 | Explicit) 

Derek Hale has never met a human before.

Throughout his life, he’s probably encountered, give or take, a hundred or so. A mere hundred human beings in his twenty-three years walking around on earth, compared to themillions of weres he’s seen. And, even then, encountered them he might have, but met? Not even close.

He’s had his dry cleaning handed off to him by a mousy looking human girl in a shirt three sizes too big for her with huge eyes and shaking hands while a beta werewolf yelled at her in the background for being too skittish (wonder why that could possibly be), he’s walked past teenage humans cleaning windows and sweeping pebbles off of sidewalks, he’s had the door opened up for him by older humans in pristine uniforms outside of restaurants – but never, never once, has he stuck his hand out to a human and said hi, my name is…

He could probably count on one hand the number of times he’s even been made aware that a human within a hundred feet of him even had a name.

I could read this over and over again: 

and the wild things roared their terrible roar by hoars (1/1 | 4,905 | Explicit)

Derek as Khal Drogo (but set in snow beyond the wall) and Stiles as Daenerys Stormborn (although he’s a greenseer of the Children rather than a dragon).

Like SO sterek!: 

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PROMPT: If it tickles your fancy, i’d DIE to read this! :) “our parents are forcing us into an arranged marriage and we hate each other but now i’m in love with you and i don’t think it’s mutual”

This HURTS SO BAD!! And Stiles is AWESOME!: 

Things We Lost by Dexterous_Sinistrous (2/2 | 20,008 | Explicit)

“Who … who am I to wed?”

A small flash of guilt covered the king’s features before he was able to recover. “Your union will join the royal families—joining our family to the Hales.”

Dread and sorrow sunk in Stiles’ stomach as he closed his eyes.

There was only one Hale left unharmed by the great fire that nearly wiped out the entire royal family—the Dread Wolf of Triskelia, Crowned King Derek Hale.

Honestly adorable. The pacing and build-up is so damn sweet:

Is Forever Enough by GodTheSilver (1/1 | 10,836 | Mature)

“Are we gonna place a bet on who feels more awkward?” is the first thing he manages to say.

There’s a huff from Derek that could be a laugh, and Stiles takes the water bottle Derek hands him. “Maybe we should call it even,” Derek says, turning around to face Stiles. “Then we could move past it and get to the good parts.”

“The good parts?”

“Yeah,” Derek says, smiling at Stiles. “Going out on a date, for instance.”

This fic is such a gem: 

Mail Order Stiles by Green (1/1 | 17,489 | Explicit) 

Stiles laughs. “The day I become a mail-order bride is the day I eat my hat.”

“You don’t even wear a hat.“

“I’ll buy a hat for the occasion,” Stiles says. “A white one with a veil.”

(Stiles doesn’t eat a hat, but that’s just because he’s too busy with his new husband, his five children, his new husband’s ex, and a deadly feud with the neighboring ranch)


The One Where They’re Forced To Marry In Ye Olden Times by Stoney (1/1 | 16,100 | Explicit)

Due to the destruction of House Hale and the debts incurred in their survival and search for justice, the King (blah blah, make believe world) arranges a marriage between Derek and Stiles, eliminating all debts the Hales may owe. Derek is very unhappy. Stiles is pretty shocked at who he’s being matched with, but he’s certainly not unhappy. It’s pretty clear from the start Derek doesn’t share that feeling.

Stiles passes the time by hunting with his falcon, Derek broods. Until…

*Hugs this fic* *Squeezes the shit out of this fic*:

The One With The Mail-Order Brides and A/B/O Dynamics by Stoney (1/1 | 16,149 | Explicit) 

Wolves aren’t meant to be alone. Laura tells Derek this repeatedly. Which… is why Derek knows he’s losing his mind, as Laura has been dead for more than six years. Wolves aren’t meant to be alone.

And so he sends away for a companion. JUST for a companion, not for a mate. The universe, however, has a different plan in store for him.

So precious! So fluffy 

Jitters by kelleigh (1/1 | 6,821 | Explicit) 

The wedding was Peter’s idea: a way to unite two packs, not to mention curry favor with another Alpha. Laura found her mate before she became the Hale Alpha, Cora is too young to be matched, and Peter obviously would never inconvenience himself in such a way. That left Derek.

The night before the wedding, Derek’s a nervous wreck. He’s alone in his hotel suite, thinking about bolting and leaving Peter and Laura to pick up the pieces, when room service knocks on his door with a very special delivery…

Cute overload!: 

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PROMPT: Sterek, arranged marriage, meeting for the first time

Aww yeahh. My jam!:

By Moon and Stars by kellifer_fic (1/1 | 15,929 | Mature)

"Have you heard of this Alpha?” Stiles asks, shuffling up his pallet so Scott has room to sit. Scott does with a grateful little twist of his mouth. Stefan forces him into the Stilinski ceremonial armor when they travel and Stiles can see that it’s heavy and doesn’t sit well on Scott. He can’t shift encased in metal and Stefan knows it.

“I know of him, mostly stories that seem a little fantastical. Shifters exaggerate just like common people. They like their war stories.”

“Tell me of him. Tell me a war story.”

I’m melting! I’m gooop!: 

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PROMPT: Here’s a prompt if you’re willing, sterek arranged marriage - the day they fall in love. (If that makes sense hahaha)


Stand Here At The Edge of Something New by Chiomi (1/1 | 3,233 | Explicit) 

This is Stiles’ last night of freedom before he’s married to a man he hasn’t seen in over a decade - not even photos, not even Facebook. He intends to make the most of it.


All The Queen’s Horses by kototyph (1/1 | 1,943 | Teen) 

“You,” Stiles says. “You… are not Lady Cora.”

“No,” the prince in his bed answers.

I love this!: 

With This Ring by snarkasaurus (1/1 | 7,578 | Explicit)

Stiles always knew he was going to wind up married and mated to the Hale Alpha. There was a legal contract and everything. He just didn’t plan on it being Derek Hale, or for it to feel like this.

Happy reading! 

phoenix by realcreamcheese

Maybe they are in hell: he will never be allowed a nice life with an unbroken family and she will never be with him in the way she deserves to be. Maybe they are damned to pass each other by for the rest of eternity.

The boy looks at her with the same knowing, wondrous, and kind eyes of Fox Mulder. And just like that, she knows she’s found him again. It is ineffable to how she knows. She just does. The ache in her heart whenever she sees him again is the only constant she knows in her life. She knows no matter where she goes, he will always be waiting for her, or she supposes she will always be the one waiting for him.

  • What she says:I'm fine