go to the drugstore

25 No/Low Cost Self Care Acts

1. Have a drink from your favourite cup/mug. Coffee. Tea. Hell, even plain water is nicer when it’s in your fave mug (and you’re probably dehydrated rn so get on that). Allow yourself the couple of minutes to drink it in entirety.

2. Visit the library. Seriously. Nothing says quiet me time like the quiet couches and a novel in a library.

3. Look up some topics on iTunes U and read up on them. You’ll feel accomplished when you learn about a new scholarly topic.

4. Check over your resumé. Anything need to be updated or polished? Do that now, it can come in handy if an opportunity comes knocking.

5. Call a beloved family member or close friend. I just called my aunt for the first time in a little while and honestly you feel a lot lighter and a lot warmer.

6. Listen to ASMR, Binaural Beats, or guided meditation. There’s ASMR and meditation videos on youtube for pretty much any need– general relaxation, reassurance, mock spa days…

7. Volunteer at the local animal shelter. Volunteering is proven to make you feel better about yourself, petting animals helps lower your blood pressure, and nothing compares to the love and gratitude from a dog or cat.

8. Randomly browse Wikipedia or WikiHow. Clicking the random article is always an adventure– probably a laughable one, but you might learn something new.

9. Clean out your closet. It’ll feel like a lot of weight is off your shoulders, and you can sell or donate pieces that are still in good shape.

10. Write out a list of things you like about yourself. It can be tricky at first, but write down whatever comes to mind, even though it may seem trivial. Put the list away for times when you are being too hard on yourself, or need some self love.

11. Movie night. Obviously. Netflix, Hulu, library… A lot of thrift and secondhand stores often have really cheap DVDs. Re-watch your faves, allow yourself a guilty pleasure, or choose something that looks laughably awful.

12. Have a bonfire. Check your local fire codes beforehand, first. A bonfire or a fire pit is extremely soothing, especially wrapped up in a blanket.

13. Meal Plan/Prep. You’re probably going to be cooking anyway, so setting aside a day or half a day to prep meals ahead of time helps free the rest of your schedule.

14. At-Home spa day. Wash your hair. Trim your nails. Soak your feet. Exfoliate.

15. Write letters. Especially to your grandparents if you’re emotionally close– it will make them feel really loved.

16. Sleep in or nap. No explanation needed.

17. Bake cookies or make eggless cookie dough. One serving of edible cookie dough uses only spoonfuls of ingredients you probably have at home.

18. Wash your pillowcases and linens. This is especially good if you’re like me and the depression is real. Washing sheets gets neglected but the feeling of fresh sheets makes everything suck a little bit less.

19. Forgive yourself. Acknowledge that past mistake that’s been eating you alive and accept the fact that you can’t change the past. You’re still growing, still learning.

20. Keep a happiness journal. Before bed, write three things that made you smile that day. Life won’t seem all that bad, and it’s a good way to de-stress.

21. Shamelessly sing and dance along to music you enjoy. That song you would TOTALLY kill on lip sync battle? Own it.

22. If you like makeup/skincare, go to your local sephora or drugstore that has a beauty section. Sephora does free mini makeovers if it’s not busy. At the drugstore makeup counter, ask the beauty questions that you’ve wanted answers to.

23. Remember to say “no.” Declining to do a favour or go on an outing you can’t currently justify or afford does not make you a bad person. It means you have boundaries and deserve respect.

24. Watch some game shows. Lots of channels have them, and there’s plenty of compilations on youtube.

25. Let it out in writing. Sometimes having it all out in black and white can make solutions easier to realize.

I believe in you all! Remind yourself that you’re a good person, and a bad bitch 💕

cold weather survival tips so y’all can start the new year with soft glowy skin

I posted a list of beauty tips for hot weather on my old blog at the beginning of the summer and it went over really well, so I thought I’d do a cold weather version now that we’re in peak chapped-lips-and-cracked-hands season.

  • Do yourself a favor by going to the nearest drugstore and buying the biggest tub of Vaseline/petroleum jelly you can find. 90% of Dry Skin Problems™ can be solved by slapping some Vaseline on there. 
  • Seriously. Chapped lips? Use Vaseline as a lip balm. Dry, cracked heels? Slather those feetsies with Vaseline right before you go to bed (just put socks on to keep from getting your sheets all sticky) for an overnight moisturizing treatment. (You can do the same thing on your hands if they’re dry and cracked!) I’ve even used Vaseline to fix severe dry patches on my face and neck. This stuff is a lifesaver. 
  • (You might also wanna get one of those tiny mini tubs to keep in your jacket pocket or in your bag, so you’ll always have it on you. It works way better than lip balm and is the only thing that can keep my lips from cracking and bleeding all winter long.)
  • While you’re at the store, it’s a good idea to invest in a good lotion. Most scented lotions (especially Bath & Body Works brand) actually make my dry skin worse because of the perfume in them, so you might want to look into an unscented formula. Try to avoid formulas that contain alcohol (which is sometimes used to make the lotion absorb faster) because they’ll dry you out worse than before. 
  • I always recommend using lotions and moisturizers made for sensitive skin even if your skin isn’t actually sensitive, because they don’t have as many harsh ingredients that might draw moisture out of your skin! Looking for formulas with all-natural ingredients (like Burt’s Bees and Yes To) is another good way to avoid heavy chemicals.
  • Replace your makeup remover with olive oil. It melts makeup right off, and you don’t have to scrub at your face like you do with a lot of makeup removers. It’s also super hydrating and makes my skin feel SO SOFT after I use it. (Just be sure to wash it off with a cleanser before you go to bed.) A lot of people use coconut oil the same way, but I’ve never tried it so I can’t speak for how well it works compared to olive oil. 
  • If your foundation sticks really noticeably to the dry patches on your face, a good hydrating makeup primer can help a lot. e.l.f. has really good, really cheap primers that I swear by, and they even have one specifically made for dry skin! (And you can find them at Walmart and most drugstores, so you can swing by and pick it up while you’re getting your groceries.)
  • Avoid “matte” or “mattifying” foundation formulas in general if your skin is really dry, because they’ll just make your dry patches more noticeable. Use a “satin finish” or “dewy finish” foundation instead, and if you want to make it look more matte you can always set it with a powder to take away the shine! 
  • If your lips are really dry and scaly, the best thing to do is just exfoliate the dead skin away. You can make your own lip scrub really easily by mixing sugar with either olive oil or honey, and just rub it on your lips to buff off the dry skin. Be sure to follow with Vaseline or a good lip balm!
  • As a matter of fact, you should really be exfoliating your entire face once or twice a week, especially if you have really dry skin. You can buy exfoliating scrubs at the store for a few bucks or make your own. (My favorite is a homemade scrub with 1 tablespoon of cooled green tea, 2 tablespoons of sugar, and a few drops of tea tree oil. It makes my skin soooo soft and helps fade my acne scars.)
  • Consider replacing your moisturizer with a face-safe oil like jojoba or rosehip at night. (I wouldn’t recommend using olive oil or coconut oil for this though, because they’re a little too heavy.) I started using rosehip oil every night to help with the scarring on my face, and it makes my skin feel so good. It doesn’t absorb right away, so it’s almost like sleeping in a face mask every night, and you wake up with a baby-soft face. This is the first winter I haven’t had really dry patches on my face, and I think using facial oils has a lot to do with it.
  • If your lipstick is drying out your lips, use a very light layer of Vaseline as a lip primer! This also makes the lipstick go on smoother – I’ve been using this trick for chalky/streaky lipsticks for years. (I told you, Vaseline is a lifesaver.)
  • I know everyone on tumblr is always saying this, but it really is important; you gotta stay hydrated. Drink water. (Drinks like soda actually dehydrate you, so it really does have to be water.) If your skin is just feeling a little dryer than usual, it could be because you just aren’t getting enough water. Increasing your water intake is a really easy, completely free way to help your skin out. 
  • And fyi, these tips aren’t just for girls! If you’re a guy with dry skin, feel free to use any and all of the things I talked about in this post! Taking care of your body is gender neutral and everybody deserves to have nice skin. 
Babe, where’s my razor?

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: None (fluff)

Word count: 979

Summary: The reader can’t stand Dean shaving all the time so she takes action!

A/N: Have you guys ever fantasized about Dean’s facial hair? If your answer is yes, this is the perfect fic for you!

It all started on a hunt a while back when you and Dean were stuck in a motel in the middle of nowhere. Dean had forgotten to pack his razor and since there was no drugstore in sight, he didn’t care which resulted in the sexy scruff that was starting to show itself on his cheeks.

Of course you didn’t mind. The opposite was the case actually. Watching him sit at the coffee table with his left elbow propped up, his heavenly scruffy face resting on his hand, was a view you thoroughly enjoyed.

Sadly, the morning after you guys returned to the bunker your new favorite thing about Dean was gone. You could have simply told him to keep it but you couldn’t stand seeing that self-satisfied smirk you were sure would play across his full lips once you admitted your weakness.

The next time you went on a hunt Dean did not forget to pack his razor, much to your disappointment.

But you came up with something that would hopefully work. Now it was your turn to smirk.

“I’m going to grab us something to eat. I’ll be back in half an hour,” your gorgeous, green-eyed boyfriend told you before he left the room.

Time to get to work.

You made your way to Dean’s duffel bag and after searching through it for a few seconds you found the evil object which kept that amazing scruff away from you.

Discarding it quickly you stood in the middle of the room but your victory was short lived. You knew Dean would go to the drugstore next to the motel to get a new one when he wouldn’t be able to find it, so you needed a backup plan.

Some may think that you were crazy for doing this but you didn’t care. You were firmly determined to go to all extents in order to accomplish your mission.

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Mars and Activity🔥
  • The house that Mars is found in is known to be a place of constant activity in the chart
  • 1st house: Generally highly active people. Always on the move and doing things. Aggressive and assertive by nature and this can cause problems and minor accidents if not careful. Much energy is put into themselves and their own personal endeavors so these people can often come off as selfish.
  • 2nd house: Active focus on making money or purchasing things. Possibly impulsive spenders. Strongly protective of what they own and will fight to keep possessions.
  • 3rd house: Restless, quick and active thinkers and talkers,constantly on their phones maybe,likes to go on short little trips whether it's to the drugstore down the road or the hotel bar down the stairs
  • 4th house: Active in home environment. Always working on something inside the house whether it's fixing something or adding something new for decoration or maintenance. May be active in lawn work or gardening and stay active into old age.
  • 5th house: Active in sports activities whether they're playing or attending a game or sport related function, could have pretty active love/sex lives. Whether this is true or not, you actively pursue pleasure and aim to make a good time out of everything.
  • 6th house: Workaholics. They Stay on their work and chores and makes sure they're up to date with their responsibilities. Overwork can often bring health issues.
  • 7th house: Active involvement with partners. Puts much energy into relationships and partnerships and is always doing things with them. Active and domineering partner who is always on the move.
  • 8th house: U fucking somebody bitch. Idk who but I know u fuckin. Aggressive in money matters.Active exploration of the unknown or the occult forces. Strong emotional desires and always pursuing those desires as well.
  • 9th house: You're always exploring and traveling whether mentally or physically you want to expand. Usually have a passion for sports, religion, or education and sometimes travel in connection to one of these matters.
  • 10th house: You work hard to gain status in your chosen career. Active focus on your career life. Extremely ambitious status seekers. Wants to be the best.
  • 11th house: Great energy is put into pursuing goals as well as friendships and group activities. Very socially active. Always has a move.
  • 12th house: Low energy placement. Much action is carried on in secret or is subtle and indirect mainly to avoid open confrontation. Religious/Mystical tendencies with the position.
*Me to that ex-boyfriend* “Can you buy me pads, the super ones, please...I’ve run out.” *rolls around bed in agony.* *Him shrugging* “Sure, if you want.” *Me* “Really? That was easy. I thought men were weird about that stuff.” *Him* “The drugstore lady isn’t going to think they’re for me, is she?”

Mostly I have shit taste in men.

But once or twice, I got it right.

Neighbors (Part III)

Neighbors

Neighbors II

She hasn’t seen him for a while, the gym being empty and his car being away for a while. She tried to distract herself, she went to college parties, studied, worked a lot. They both have been busy with Shawn’s trip to Brazil coming up and her studying for her upcoming exams but she had to admit that she missed him. Those eyes and his adorable smile and his voice and scent and curls. But they wanted to take things slow, figure things out. 

She doesn’t even know what it is they are figuring out. But, oh well.

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doodles (’It’ a.u.)

Author’s Note: so ‘doodles’ is based off a soulmate au idea i saw on an instagram post but it was a screenshot of a tumblr post but the original poster’s url was cropped out so if you know who’s idea it was please let me know my messages r always open n i would love to give credit!! 

Warnings: homophobia, internalized homophobia, swearing

Word Count: 4,935 (haha whoops) 

lil playlist thing: I like to listen to music for inspiration when i write so here’s songs i listened to for this!  Dear No One – Tori Kelly, Daydream – Tori Kelly, Eyelashes – Tori Kelly, Would You Be So Kind – dodie, Plans – Oh Wonder, Love At First Sight – The Brobecks,  Just Don’t Let Go Just Don’t – Hellogoodbye, Here (In Your Arms) – Hellogoodbye, Baby Blue Eyes – A Rocket To The Moon, Meteor Showers – Andy Kong

Summary: ‘doodles’ is probably gonna be a series of a soulmate au in which in this universe anything that you draw on your skin automatically shows up on your soulmate’s skin and im doing this for all the losers and their soulmates! shoutout to the sneet sneet snitchie discord for giving me some ideas, i still have to sift thru to see which i’ll incorporate but i do know this series will include reddie and (obviously) stenbrough for sure! okay and so, without further adieu, i give you…


PART 1: POTTED PLANTS (stenbrough)

Stanley Uris had known his whole life through that he had a soulmate. It was as good as written in stone. Well - written in his skin, at least. 

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anonymous asked:

Kid Kevin universe is my favourite thing ever. you did such a good job ily bee

ok so i was on the plane for eight hours today and i wrote a lil bit more, here you go ily too

Neil gets in earlier than he expected. He’s feeling good - they just won away from home again, keeping their streak going, and he’s excited to be home after a long week away. He’s still quiet when he comes in the front door, seeing as it’s nap time, which means it’s also the only time that Andrew ever reliably gets any work done. 

That turns out to be a waste of time, because the first thing he hears is the sound of crying. Loud crying.

He goes to the kitchen where the noise is emanating from, and finds Andrew with a flushed and bawling Kevin on his hip, clad only in a diaper. Two pairs of eyes instantly fix on him, one set teary green and the other a calm hazel.

Kevin’s garbled, “Dadadadadada,” merges back into shrieking, and he reaches both arms out to Neil. Neil holds his own out – it’s instinctive, at this point – and Andrew passes Kevin over to him with an unusual level of enthusiasm.

“He’s sick,” Andrew says. “I’m going to shower.”

He turns on his heel and leaves immediately. 

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it finally uploaded bye fkfkg this is my everyday makeup routine if u wanna watch n know go on ahed!!!! Thanx my kids ! Half drugstore/ half high end enjoyington ✨✨🌟✨

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For: Anon

Imagine: Finding out that you are pregnant with Eric’s child and being scared to tell him.

You stand in the training room alongside Four and your boyfriend, Eric. As a trainer, it was your responsibility to show the initiates how to spar, however you felt sick to your stomach today. Should I tell Eric? Nah, I’ll be fine. 

“Y/N and I will be showing you some new fighting techniques today,” Eric announces to the initiates. The two of you transferred to Dauntless together, you were from Candor, he was from Dauntless, on the first day of initiation you had gone through your fear landscapes, you and Eric were the only ones in the dorm room, and he had comforted you. You two became fast friends and had started dating soon after; you’ve been together for almost six years now and are absolutely inseparable.

You step into the mat alongside Eric and he looks at you muttering, “The initiates are so annoying, I fucking hate kids.”

You roll your eyes and tell him to start. After demonstrating a few different techniques to the initiates you start to feel dizzy, Eric goes in for a punch and you clutch you mouth gagging, he steps back and you run out of the training room. 

“Y/N!” Eric calls after you, his voice laced with concern. 

You quickly find the washroom and shut the door behind you, throwing up in the toilet, you don’t hear the door opening, but when you feel someone grabbing your hair and rubbing your back, you instantly know that it’s Eric. 

You step away from the toilet, flushing and rinse out your mouth to get rid of the taste of vomit. 

“Are you alright baby?” Eric asks, his eyes filled with worry. 

You absentmindedly nod knowing that you should tell him that this has been happening for the past week. But you dread thinking about what the meaning of this might be. 

“-okay?” You finally hear Eric say. 

“Huh?” You look at him. 

“We’re you even listening to a word I said Y/N?” Eric asks, you look down at your hands, “of course you weren’t, what’s gotten into you Y/N? Lately you’ve been acting so distant, if there’s a problem you can tell me baby, if I did something wrong get angry, yell at me, but don’t distance yourself like this.”

“It’s nothing like that Eric, I’ve just been really tired lately, and I think I might just be getting a fever or something, I’ll go to the infirmary later today.” You lie. 

Eric sees right through the you, but just says, “Alright Y/N, go home and rest, Four and I can take care of the initiates for the rest of the day." 

You wait for Eric to go back into the training room before walking towards the pit; you go into one of the drugstores, buy a pregnancy test, and walk back to yours and Eric’s shared apartment. 

You go into the washroom and put the test to use. You sit on the washroom floor waiting for the result. 

You wait for a few minutes and finally build up the courage to look at it; you see a little plus sign on the screen. Fuck. The result is positive, this can’t be happening, how will you ever tell Eric? 

You sit on the couch, Eric words from earlier today replay in your mind, ‘I fucking hate kids.’ This wasn’t the first time he had admitted something like this to you, you knew how much he disliked kids. Your lip begins to quiver at you let out a whimper, wrapping your arms around your stomach. You can’t help but wonder, what if Eric leaves you, or worse yet, what if he makes you get rid of the child. Maybe I shouldn’t tell him. No, he is the father, he has the right to know, and I have to tell him. Come on Y/N, you’re Dauntless, stop being so scared.

You continue crying until you hear the doorknob rattle, Eric was home. Shit. You quickly wipe your tears, take a deep breath, and go into the bedroom.

“Y/N I’m home!” Eric calls out, you don’t respond, knowing that your voice will betray you, “Y/N?”

You hear Eric’s footsteps coming closer, and he enters the room, “Y/N? Are you okay? Why weren’t you responding to me baby?”

“Eric I-” your voice breaks and you can’t continue.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” Eric almost looks scared.

You force yourself to look him in the eyes, and knowing that you will not be able to answer him, you hand him the test. He looks confused at first, but realization soon strikes his face.

“You’re pregnant…” He says in shock. He’s not happy, fuck he is not happy.

“Pleasedon’tbemadatme,ifyouwantmetoleavethenIwill,I’msorry!” You say quickly.

“Y/N-”

You take a deep breath, “No Eric, i-it’s okay, really, I know how much you hate kids, but I’m not getting rid of my child, if you don’t want it then I’ll leave!”

“But-”

“I’m serious Eric, you won’t have to take any responsibility for it, I won’t even tell it that you are its father after it is born, you jus-” Eric presses his lips against yours to shut you up, stare at him with wide eyes as he pulls back.

“You just never shut up do you,” He says.

“Wait, so you’re not upset?” You ask hopefully.

“Did I say that?” His expression hardens and your heart sinks, “Of course I’m upset Y/N.”

You look away from him and try to keep yourself from crying.

“I’m upset that you thought I would leave you. I’m upset that you were afraid to tell me any of this. I’m upset that you didn’t want to tell me that I-I’m going to be a dad,” You look up at him and his face breaks out into a grin. He grabs your shoulders and shakes you happily, “I’m going to be a dad Y/N, a dad!”

You wrap your arms around him and he lifts you up in his arms bridal style, spinning you around, “We’re going to be parents Y/N, I can’t believe this! Fuck I can’t believe this, I’m so fucking happy right now.”

He puts you down and kisses you passionately, “I love you Y/N.”

“I love you more Eric.”

Eric kneels down and kisses your stomach, “and I love you most!”

Masterlist // Rules List // To-Do List

makeup asks

1- maybelline or revlon?
2- what’s your go-to drugstore makeup brand?
3- what’s the one product you absolutely need in your daily routine?
4- urban decay or benefit?
5- what do you look for in a mascara?
6- regarding mascara, length or volume?
7- what’s your least favorite product?
8- favorite primer?
9- ulta or sephora?
10- holy grail product?
11- what’s a popular, overhyped item you don’t like?
12- favorite beauty youtuber?
13- what’s more important, eyeliner or mascara?
14- matte or shimmery eyeshadow?
15- matte or dewy foundation?
16- what’s your skin type?
17- eyebrow pencil or powder?
18- loose powder or pressed powder?
19- least favorite brand?
20- what age did you start using makeup?
21- what’s your own secret to successful looking makeup?
22- favorite wacky color of eyeshadow?
23- translucent or pigmented powder?
24- matte or glossy lips?
25- nudes or pinks?
26- favorite lip color?
27- favorite foundation?
28- favorite mascara?
29- favorite eyeliner?
30- favorite powder?
31- favorite brow pencil?
32- favorite concealer?
33- favorite lip product?
34- what’s the weirdest life hack you’ve ever done?
35- green, red, yellow, or purple concealer?
36- did you go through a weird makeup phase during middle school?
37- describe your worst makeup day
38- describe your best makeup day
39- makeup inspiration?
40- neat or cluttered makeup area?
41- regret purchase?
42- what’s the biggest makeup mistake someone can make?
43- what’s the biggest makeup mistake you’ve made?
44- what’s the best compliment you’ve gotten about your makeup?
45- what’s your morning routine?
46- flawless or fabulous?
47- instagram or natural makeup?
48- daytime or nighttime looks?
49- what’s your before bed routine?
50- any tips to share of your own?

The Dress

Written for this week’s challenge over at @txf-prompt-box​! Also tagging @fictober​ and @today-in-fic

Prompt:  A FBI charity event

bonus: Skinner’s there!

double bonus: Scully’s dress gets torn

I’d say it’s set in season 7.

Maybe she should have worn something else. She would have, she thinks, if she and Mulder hadn’t just come home from a case the night before. She barely had time to do laundry, let alone go dress shopping. Scully didn’t think it’d be a problem anyway. When Skinner told them, or rather demanded that they attend the FBI charity event, Scully nodded, looked at Mulder, who less than enthusiastically nodded as well, and marked it in their office calendar. She knew she had a dress in the closet that would work just fine. What do you think Skinner will do if this case takes us out of town for longer? Mulder asked with a smirk three days ago, pointing at the big red x in the calendar. But luck wasn’t on his side; the case wrapped yesterday, just in time, and now here she is. Dressed in a black cocktail dress that’s just the tiniest bit too tight. Scully holds in her stomach for a moment. They’ve on the road a lot lately. All that diner food; the fries she keeps stealing off Mulder’s plate and the burgers she pretends not to like but actually loves. That dress used to fit her perfectly. Scully eyes herself, turns around and around, just looking at her reflection. A few years ago the dress would not have fit either. Instead of being too tight, though, it was would have been too loose. This, she decides, is much better. The door bell rings and Scully is surprised that Mulder is indeed on time.

“Scully…” Is all he says. His eyes roam over her body, take a moment here and there to dwell, before they move on. No words are needed. Scully feels herself blush, smile, and for the moment forgets that the dress is too tight.

“You look nice, too, Mulder.” He nods at her, puts his hand on the small of her back, and leads her out. In the car, Mulder is mostly quiet. Scully was fully prepared to listen to his complaints. I don’t want to go, Scully. I want to stay home, Scully. Why do we have to go there, Scully? None of these come out of his mouth. He mentions once that instead of throwing expensive charity events, the FBI could spring for better hotel rooms but that’s it.

The charity event is well underway when they arrive. They watch Skinner, his bald head red and shiny in the spotlight, as he announces that all proceeds will be used to support mental health programs for law enforcement officers. Mulder and Scully dutifully clap along before Mulder goes to get them drinks. By now Scully is used to being Mrs. Spooky and being treated as such. She and Mulder, in the eye of their colleagues, are inseparable. They most likely are, she thinks, as Mulder returns with a white wine spritzer for her. He didn’t even ask what she wanted; he knew. The way everyone is looking at her tonight, though, makes her uncomfortable. Mulder, as so often, seems completely oblivious.

“I am very glad to see you here, agents.” Skinner greets them with a curd nod. As if they ever had a choice.

“We’re happy to be here.” Mulder remarks, his voice dripping sarcasm, and takes a big sip from his drink.

“It’s for a good cause agent Mulder.”

“Sure.”

“Agent Scully, are you all right?” Scully stares at her boss. She is, in fact, not all right. Still, she nods and hopes that her superior can’t tell she’s lying. A wave of nausea hits her as she raises her glass to her mouth.

“Well, have fun you two. I know I said the event was mandatory but I still thought you’d find your way out of it.” Their boss walks off and Mulder turns to her.

“He sounded proud, don’t you think?” He chuckles. “You think we can leave now?”

“We’ve been here five minutes, Mulder.” Her head feels funny. Not as funny as her stomach, though. Her hand shaking slightly, Scully puts down the glass. She could swear everyone is watching her. Sweat breaks out on her forehead as she puts both her hands on the counter in front of them.

“Oh look, there’s agent Johnson. I didn’t know he was married.” Mulder sounds like a regular gossip girl and Scully wonders why he even cares. Her mouth, however, won’t cooperate. She’s cold, she’s warm, she’s nauseated. Her hand reaches for a napkin but her fingers can’t hold on to it. It falls to the ground and Scully doesn’t even think about it as she crouches down to pick it up. She feels rather than hears her dress tear at the side.

“Noooo.” The word is out before she can stop herself. The nausea intensifies and Scully wonders, seriously considers, laying down right here, right now and just close her eyes. Torn dress and all.

“Scully?” His hand is on her shoulder and his face close to hers. Tears spring to her eyes and she doesn’t know why, doesn’t want to think about it; she just wants it to stop.

“Hey, what’s the matter?” His voice is way too soft as he helps her stand up. Scully holds her side, hopes that no one is watching them closely, even if she still feels like hundreds of eyes are only on them.

“My dress.” She says, hoping Mulder can hear her weak voice amidst the turmoil surrounding them. He can. He puts his hand, much larger than hers, over the ripped fabric. His skin comes into contact with hers and its warmth is just right. As he leads her away from the party, and she really doesn’t care where they go right now, she thinks of the last time she felt his skin on hers, his warmth against her. Months ago, their walls down, their emotions high. An innocent peck on turned into full blown kisses. Words and reasoning were swallowed, kissed away. One night. Just one. In the morning, Mulder warm and cozy beside her, fast asleep, Scully got up, got dressed and left. Just like that. They didn’t speak about it, didn’t mention, or even just hinted at it. If she didn’t know better, she’d wonder if it had really happened.

“I’m taking you home.” Mulder, here and now, says. But Scully can’t leave. Her stomach somersaults and her hand shoots up to cover her mouth. She drags Mulder to a restroom, doesn’t care that it’s the ladies room. No one is in there as Scully stumbles into a stall and gets sick. Violently. Mulder is by her side in an instant, his hand on her back, soothing her with words. Her skin is cold where the dress gaps open and she shivers.

“You’re scaring me, Scully.” Mulder’s voice is shaky, quiet against her ear.

“I’m sorry, Mulder.”

“No, no, no. Don’t be sorry,” he kisses her head and lets his lips linger there, “I think we should have you checked out at the hospital. How long have you been feeling sick?”

“I haven’t.” But her mind begins to nag her. She’s been feeling dizzy lately. The other week she was sick a couple of mornings. There’s something she’s not seeing, she can feel it.

“I know we haven't… when we… that night a few months ago. I hope that’s not… I hope you know nothing has changed. If you’re feeling sick, if there’s-” and that’s when it hits her. It hits her like a truckload of bricks. Morning sickness. The tight dress. The nauseating smell of the white wine spritzer.

“Scully?”

“Mulder, I don’t need to go to the hospital. I need a drugstore.”

“What?” She turns to him. She knows she must look horrible; she sees it in his miserable expression he’s wearing. Right now, it doesn’t matter. Even her bad breath doesn’t matter.

“I need a… uhm, I need a pregnancy test.”

“A… pregnancy… test.” His eyes grow bigger with every word. “You mean… we could have? I mean, I presume it was, well, me?” She smiles at him, unable to say anything else right now. They don’t need words, anyway. Mulder takes off his jackets and helps her into it. As they walk out of the restroom, she knows that certain eyes follow them, wonder and gossip. She looks up at Mulder, he glances back at her, and she sees hope and love reflected there. That’s the only thing that matters right now.

Seven’s headcanons that broke my hearth

I don’t know why I think of depressing stuff :(

Oh and there’s spoiler about… The whole game in general I think (?

Headcanos:

1. When he kept pushing MC away on the apartment he said really mean things remember?

Who taught him all those things?

How many people has he seen being mean to others for him to know how to destroy a person’s feelings?

When and how did he learn all those things?

Her mother? The agency? We can only guess, it makes me sad everytime I think of it…

2. He sees his brother in Yoosung. Sometimes, he thinks of how Saeran’s personality could have been if he were raised by a good and normal family. Would he have been as cheerful and innocent as Yoosung?

Perhaps this is why he’s so comfortable around Yoosung, he puts pranks on him and even trusts him enough to let him help, when they went together to Mint Eye or when he helped to find information about Echo Girl for example, because let’s be honest, Saeyoung has a hard time opening to people or just being with people in general, he’s used to do things on his own: he went to church along, went to the drugstore alone, agreed to go to the agency alone, studied alone, most of his work is done on his own… And now he let’s Yoosung go to his home, play with HIS computers, search on files, go on missions with him. He really trusts this guy, he even wanted to give him his floppy disk (with the only pictures he has about his brother) and a box full of Honey Buddha Chips (his favorite food that he earned by doing a really dangerous mission)

Coming back to the topic, at that time, when he thought his brother was being happy far away from him, maybe he saw Yoosung and thought of his brother being like him, studying at some university, visiting his parents at weekends or going out with friends.

Ok now I’m sad :(