god i loved this shoot so much

he says you’re a good man while wiping the blood from your hands. last week he watched you kill a man who wasn’t even shooting you, and yesterday you shot someone through your half-open car window because they cut you off in traffic, and each time you turned to find him right next to you. he runs a hand through your hair with a touch that is so delicate you wonder how they could call you killers; he kisses your blood-soaked knuckles and smiles wide like those fingers haven’t ended more lives than they’ve saved. you’re half surprised his mouth isn’t full of gold.

an hour ago you were pulling you and him from a lake, jacket around his shoulders, and throwing yourself to a rival crew to keep him safe. you call him midas with a bullet in your mouth, a gun to your head. and, midas saves you, a pair of sunglasses he’s been wearing almost since the day you met him perched on his head. your jacket is big on him and covered in too much blood to be comforting but he shrugs it off and steps towards you, and pulls you in close. when he touches you, you’re half surprised you don’t turn into gold.

you save each other’s lives too many times to pretend like you aren’t both trying to protect the other. you throw yourself between him and an explosion, and when someone points a gun to your head, he’s there. geoff says you’ve gotten soft and maybe you have, maybe the thought of him getting hurt has become the subject of too many nightmares for you to let it happen. and, maybe midas is a sloppy sniper but he has your back, this you know. in the next hour, when he gets shot, you’ll blame yourself for not being there. even gods bleed red. you’re half surprised his veins aren’t gold.

maybe immortality feels more like a curse sometimes, but, when he’s sitting next to you drinking a beer later that night, it feels more like a blessing. he says you’re a good man and god, this beer is awful all in one breath. you’re not a good man, far from it, but you have always done your best to look after him; that has to count for something.

– midas the god where he appears as a killer and a lover but not a god.

my thoughts on logan *spoilers*

-never in a million years did i think i would cry so many times during an xmen ~related~ film but bitch!!!
-this movie came after me so many times i am shook
-this was such an emotional experience
-it was so packed too i usually go on discount days but i had to see this and wow literally not a seat left open!!!
-first movie from the franchise to be rated r and damn!!! It really needed it, i can’t imagine the film being pg 13
-i really loved the r rating… the gore the cussing the darker and more mature tone was something i didn’t think i needed til i saw this film
-the darker tone made it so much more intense and made logan feel more human
-fight/action scenes were all pure gratuitous fun i enjoyed all of it
-laura is adorable and shes a bad bitch my daughter will be like that!!! like wow this girl got paid to deadass be silent for half the movie but when she talked i was shook af
-and the nurse gabriella being aleida from oitnb like hey girll!!
-the banter between professor x and logan ugh and when logan called charles his dad
-this side of wolverine/ logan was so raw and sad.
-he def was not the mutant hero ive grown up watching but that was also the refreshing part bc it made it seem more realistic to me
-heartbreaking to watch someone spiral downward especially with the drinking and self hatred and the suicidal thoughts ugh
-laura is a mini wolverine but gonna grow to be so much stronger i love her every time she fucked someone up i was screaming YAAS
-finding out shes his daughter ugh i knew it bur dang!!
-honestly pierce the bad guy was sexy af i was having dirty thoughts while hating him at the same time
-i’m not a box of avocados logan
-logan is really so broken and traumatized inside
-charles telling logan that this is what its like to be normal before he left with that mans to fix the water or whatever
-and its sad to see charles so weak and sick and trapped in his mind and broken as well after what he did in westchester
-losing control is so awful and seeing someone who was once so great be at this point hurts
-when charles woke up in that familys house and was talking about how he remembered things and that it was the best night of his life but he didnt deserve it I WAS CRYING
-then i was like OMFG LOGAN IS ABOUT TO KILL HIM??? Turns out it was his fuckass clone mutant but i was still shook
-hugh jackman is a daddy he can still get it
-logan coping with charles was so sad this father son relationship rly fucked me up it was so cute when they were joking abt the past at academy during dinner
-laura gives me life!!! W her docs and cute ass outfit in sunglasses but she still vicious yas queen
-her relationship w charles was so beautiful too
-her driving!!! Aha and finally speaking that was a funny cute lil scene i was expecting her to be a little sassier but that wouldnt fit the tone of the movie so its all good
-all the cute lil mutant kids!!!! omfg so adorable its really fcked up what they were doing at transigen i was heated ugh
-they were so sweet helping him and ugh the scenes just between logan and laura rlly fucked me up like when she held his hand after he buried charles…
-my god the development of these relationships really messed me up!!!
-honestly his self loathing and pity party was getting a little annoying and the whole im no good for you act etc etc but i understand i guess
-telling laura she and her friends reminded him of the xmen RIP
-“people hurt me” “were different i hurt people”
-ugh i literally love them so much when he told her he was gonna shoot himself w that bullet then she took it from him wow cryin
-him being like u dont need me everyone i care about gets hurt or killed then she roasted him with the “THEN I GUESS ILL BE FINE” like damn girl
-ugh him coming to the rescue and taking the green stuff ugh i just knew this wouldnt end well but the fight scenes and seeing some of the kids use their powers was nice
-also enjoyed all the bad guys gettjng absolutely destroyed
-literally FUCK clone logan so hard she was really goin at him but i knew logans fate was inevitable since it was hughs last hoorah but wow
-i was in fucking puddles then she held his hand and called him fucking daddy!!!! THAT RUINED ME WHEN SHE ACKNOWLEDGE HE WAS HER FATHER HOLY FRICK
-“so this is what it feels like” logans last words realizing what its like to care for someone again/what it feels like to die omg laura crying made me cry
-the end. thank u for sticking w me if u read this whole thing talk to me about it im emotionally unstable
-idk i prob left some stuff out but this is a lot already im lowkey so sad rn
-i cant wait for the next xmen movie with the other cast i need more this was all my childhood upto now i need it all please

if you think about it tho, Diana had just finished her training and finally defeated Antiope when she left Themyscira.

Yes she has her powers now, but think about how badass all those Amazons are with thousands of years of training.  Training under Antiope.

Imagine some of their best warriors adapting to the modern world, but still retaining thousands of years of being a trained warrior.  By Antiope.  

I can’t stress this enough.  





like imagine this.  

and they may not have god powers like Diana but they’re canonically stronger, faster, and have more endurance than humans.

Guess who’s back - Montgomery de la Cruz

Request: Can I get a Monty imagine? Where they had a short fling then didn’t see each other all summer. Back at school they see each other again and can’t help but have feelings for each other. Ending fluffy plz

Word count: 1173

Pairing: Montgomery de la Cruz x reader


Originally posted by knightlley

You were finally back home after two months of travelling through Europe. You had seen the most amazing places like Lisbon and Switzerland. Europe was so much cooler than America, they were more laid back and the cities were more beautiful. You were distracted by all the messaged on your phone when you were unpacking. Everybody wanted to know how your trip wen. You decided to answer them another time. You were tired and went to sleep very early. School started again tomorrow and you couldn’t skip class on day one.

Walking in school felt better than you expected. You were so happy to see everybody again. You had to catch up on so much that happened during the summer and everyone wanted to catch up about your Europe trip.

It was lunch time, when you walked in the cafeteria you saw your group of friends sitting together.

“Y/N! here!” Sheri shouted at you. You smiled and walked towards her. With her were Jess and Justin.

After a couple of minutes more people joined your table including Montgomery de la Cruz.

Before you left you had a one night stand with him after a party. Your ride home bailed on you and you didn’t want to wake your parents so you slept at Montgomery’s house. The one led to the other and before you knew it sex happened. Even tho you were a little drunk it was a night you would never want to forget. The things Monty could with his body were thing you’ve never experienced before. You always thought Montgomery was very hot and you thought he was a really nice guy but since you were leaving you decided to let it be. You left not very long after and didn’t hear from him during your trip. You had to admit you missed him more than your other friends but you didn’t give meaning to the feeling.

Montgomery sat next to you. “Well that’s been a long time!” he says while a smile appears on his face. You had to admit you were weak for Montgomery, even more after what happened. You started to blush.

“You look cute like that.” Montgomery whispers in your ear. You smile even more when suddenly you’re interrupted by Jess.

“Come one y/n tell us everything about Europe!”

So you started to tell about the beaches, the cute cities, the delicious food and the sweet people. You felt Montgomery’s eyes burn into your cheeks but you were too shy to look at him.

“And how were the boys?” Sheri asks. You didn’t know how to answer this question. All this time in Europe you didn’t even look at one guy. They weren’t your type and you didn’t feel the need to look at them? You missed someone else way harder there.

“Meh nothing special.” you say.

“Really? No steamy one night stands?” Jess asks

In the corner of your eye you see Montgomery’s jaw clench. Was he getting jealous?

“I’ll have to disappoint you girls, but no no one night stands.”

Before you knew it the bell rang and you had to get back to class. You had biology, not one of your favourites so you decided so sit at the back of the class. Suddenly you felt your phone vibrate. It was a text from Montgomery.

“Can I see you tonight? 8 pm at my place? –M”

“Why? – y/n”

“Don’t ask so much questions, yes or no? –M”

“Well yess, I guess? –y/n”

“Great! –M”

You lightened up completely even tho it was a little weird. What was he planning and why were you feeling so happy? It was just Montgomery, but maybe that was just the thing.


“I’m leaving mom! I’ll be home before 11!” you shout while walking out the door and heading over to Monty’s.

You rang when his mom opened the door. you weren’t expecting that.

“Oh hello miss. I’m y/n. I’m here for Montgomery?”

“Of course! Come in, I think he’s still doing some homework but you can go upstairs if you like? He’s room is the second door on your right.”

Montgomery and homework? That’s a strange combination you thought by yourself but you decided to ignore it and just go upstairs.

When you came at the second door you knocked.

“I’m busy mom!” you heard Montgomery scream

“Well it’s not your mom, can I come in?”

Suddenly a wild Monty appears with a big smile.  “Sorry! Come in.”

“So now tell me, why did you want to see me? I’ve been thinking about the whole day” you ask.

“I really need to tell you something important y/n..” Monty says quietly.

“So shoot?” you say while getting a little nervous. You were wondering about it all day and every time you send him a question about it he just said he would explain it later.

“Well.. so… here it goes..” Monty stutters out.

“God damn it just say it Mont.”

“Okay okay calm down. So what I was trying to say is.. I love you y/n. Everything that happened that night, it meant so much to me. I felt so good with you but since you left I thought I could forget you but seeing you today everything just came back and-“

You didn’t even listen anymore you just crashed your lips against his. Everything he said described perfectly how you felt the entire time. You missed Montgomery but as more as a friend. He was the reason you didn’t look at other guys in Europe.

“I love you too Montgomery.” You whisper your forehead still touching his.

His face lights up and he picks you up while you wrap your legs around his waist and spins you around..

“I’m so happy you feel the same. At lunch when they asked about other boys I started to feel so jealous. The thought of someone else having you made me crazy so I knew I had to tell you.”

“And I’m happy you did.” You smile at Montgomery before you pull him in for a deep passionate kiss.

After, you laid in bed with him cuddling and watching your favourite series. His grip was strong around your waist. It felt like he would never let go of you. He constantly gave you kisses going from your forehead to your neck. You felt so safe in his arms. this was everything you’ve been wanting for the couple months you just didn’t accept the feelings because you thought he had long forgot about you. You texted your mom letting her know you were sleeping somewhere else because you were slowly falling asleep in Montgomery’s arms when suddenly Montgomery started to whisper in your ear.



“Will you be my girlfriend?”

“There is nothing I want more in the world right now Montgomery.”

Let me know what you think! 

PS I read the requests, but I’m going to answer after I start working on it! xx

Smooth - Johnny [6] (M)

•Suggestion: Virgin reader x Johnny

A/N: Omg guys it’s finally here, the last chapter of Smooth! Ahhhhh I’m sorry it took so long. I needed a little break to try to make this last chapter gooood. I hope you guys like it. I’m actually like rlly sad that it’s over ;-; mehh

-Admin Kay

PS OMG ALSO THANKS FOR 5K!!! 🎉You guys are the best 💕

Pt 1   Pt 2   Pt 3   Pt 4   Pt 5

Chapter 6 - I Love You

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Rating R

(sexual content, slight language)

Word Count: 3,352

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Think About You - JEFF ATKINS x READER

A/N- This is my first imagine on here and i’m nervous to post it!



You and Clay stood off to the side talking outside at Jessica Davis’s party. You were only here because your best friends, Justin and Zach, dragged you here against your will.

“Clay, just go and talk to her, dude! Bet she likes you, too.” You urged for your friend to go and talk to his crush.  The boy’s cheeks flushed a rosy red as a couple of drunk teens cheered him on.

“I’ll only go if you go and talk to Jeff! We both know you have the hots for him.” Now it was your turn to flush a rosy red color.

Jeff had been one of your best friends since freshman year. Both of you were inseparable. From the moment you spilled hot chocolate on his pants at Monet’s and embarrassingly tried to wipe it off with a napkin, only making yourself looking like a fool on your knees in between his legs.

Ever since then, your friendship was one of the most envious in school.

“Sorry, I can’t. Gotta find Zach so he can take me home. But go find your girl!” You dramatically said, making the boy laugh as he walked away.

You walked to the front of the yard in search for your best friend only to find him already with your crush and another guy. Zach met your gaze before you could even walk over to them and made a subtle hand gesture to stop you from walking any closer.

Zach pointed towards his ear, gesturing for you to listen. Jeff’s back was towards you, making your eyebrows furrow. ‘What the hell is going on?’ You thought, but was soon taken away from your own little world when Jeff began to speak.

“What do I think of Y/N? Oh that’s easy, she’s the most amazing and intelligent girl i’ve ever met. Her beauty is so distracting that i can hardly ever focus on my work in tutoring because i pay attention to all her little cute gestures she does when she reads next to me. Her smile and laugh are just so contagious, it makes my heart skip a beat.  The moment that girl walked into Monet’s with her cute glasses and messy bun, i was a goner. She had, and still does have, the most innocent and awkward look, but it’s so adorable. When we met, even though we were both awkward and shy, she still was the most beautiful girl i had ever seen. I’m getting all sappy right now and i know i might seem like a wuss, but it’s honestly how she makes me feel. I fell in love with her.” His precious smile never left his face as there was a silent pause before Zach started smiling at your reaction.

“What?” Jeff asked as he eyed his friend’s expression. Both boys laughed at his confused face as they pointed behind him. Jeff’s heart was beating so fast as he turned to see you there, but he tried to play it off cool by smirking and taking a sip of his drink to calm his nerves.

Originally posted by evamhns

“Hey Y/N.” Zach smirked as his plan fell into place. Both his friends loved each other but never acted on it, both afraid of the other not feeling the same. So he came up with a plan to get both of you together.

It was around 1 am and Zach knew you would come by to ask him for a ride home since you didn’t like to stay out so late. He was talking to Jeff already so all he had to do is ask the question, “What do you think of Y/N?”.

Zach walked away with the other guy to give you and Jeff some time to talk, but not before shooting you a wink. “You love me?” Was what you first blurted out.  Nervousness and anxiety was running through your body, it was either going to be a good or bad outcome. Good being he does love you and wants to be with you or bad being he’s just gonna reject you.

“I don’t love you.” He responded, your face dropping drastically and your ears turn red from embarrassment. He noticed and quickly rushed to explain, “I mean i’m in love with you. God, y/n i love you so much that you make my mind go crazy and my heart beat so fast. You’re always on my mind. There’s not one day i don’t go without wondering where you are.” His eyes stared deep into yours waiting for any reaction.

There was a pregnant pause until he saw your lips curl into a cheesy grin. You immediately grabbed his face and closed the space between the both of you. He responded with no hesitation, moving his lips against yours, wrapping his arms around your waist as you slid your hands into his hair.

The kiss lasted until both you had no air left, making y'all pull apart. “Wow.” was all he could say, staring into your eyes.

You giggled, wiping some of your lipstick from his lips. “That was amazing.” You breath out. His smile made your knees weak and you were glad he still had his hold on your waist. “You’re amazing.”

“I love you, Atkins.” You pecked his lips, smiling at his loving gaze.

“And i love you, Y/L/N.”

OKAY DUMP OF SQUEE (no particular order)

1. the fact that he wakes up on the snowy blue night, the same as the promo still with Claire  walking through the moor….SHE’S GOING TO WALK PAST HIM AND HE SEES HER AS SHE WALKS BY?? WHEN HE WAKES UP???? AND THEY”LLL JUST BARELY MISS EACH OTHER???




5. ardsmuir JAMMF looks BUFF. like…..MILL POND BUFF. 


7. generally just loved that there was so much new/Jamie since all the promo to date has been Claire/Frank 


I still not over this Edward Nygma’s looking for a new friend ‘cause he miss Oswald and talking about that with everyone

Never Again (Evan Hansen X Reader)

TW; Suicide attempt, suicide note, a lot of angst

WC; 1,667

A/N; Forgive me in advance for this sad fic. I almost cried. Please don’t read this if you’re in a bad state of mind where you could do something dangerous to yourself from reading this. Love y’all. Message me if you need someone to talk to, please. <3

Your chest was heavy and tears fell from your eyes as you walked through the forest. You had choose the longest hiking trail to walk alone, and the silence was killing you. Stumbling over tree roots and rocks, your eyes were focused at the top of the trees.

‘Maybe the the world is different from up there’  You thought to yourself, heading to the largest tree nearby. You wiped the tears from your swollen eyes and took a deep breath. Shaking, you placed your hands on a tree branch and hoisted yourself up as best as you could. Your hands somehow found the next branch and pulled you up again, and again. You took a deep breath and sat down carefully, your whole body shaking as you looked down.

‘Even from the highest branch,’ You thought, your sobs slicing the silence. ‘The world isn’t different.’

Your father frowned, hugging you again. “I’ll be home late again, tonight, okay? There is some money on the table for you to order pizza.” He placed a kiss on your forehead, clearly worried about how quiet you were.

“Okay, dad. Thanks. Love you.” You muttered, looking at your computer. Your dad sighed and closed the door, leaving for work. He barley had time for you, since you were all low on money. He loved you and tried his best, but he knew it was never enough.

You held onto the branch tightly, thinking about the days events. How you screwed everything up. The one person you relied on had been too busy, but that was okay. It wasn’t his fault.


‘Are you there?’

You read over the messages you had sent to your cousin, worried you were being needy. He was probably at Summer camp, anyways. He was the only one who knew you struggled. He probably wouldn’t call you when he saw your messages. You two got into a huge fight the week before. He only hung out with you because he was your cousin, and his parents offered to pay for his car insurance if he hung out with you. You shook your head and stared at the contact “Evan H.” on your phone. You considered texting him but decided against it when you remembered how you freaked him out by telling him you liked him. Tears gathered in your eyes as dark thoughts swarmed your mind and actions once again. You reached for your coat and stopped, quickly writing a note on a napkin before leaving.

You swung your legs over the tree branch and looked down, your tears falling to the ground.

‘Just let go.’ You shook your head, your eyes glazed and blurred with tears. ‘Nobody would even notice you were dead.’

“Nobody would care.” You said aloud, trying to convince yourself. “Nobody would care.”

You started panting and panicking, looking all around to see if anybody was even here. You didn’t want to do this. But you had to.

You looked up at the sky and slowly slid off of the branch until you couldn’t hold on any longer.

The fall felt so good, it felt like you were flying. It was peaceful, but you swear you could hear voices screaming.  You closed your eyes as the world went slow-mo and your body went limp. You crashed into the ground and felt a burning pain everywhere. You had somehow landed on your back, with your arms spread out. Your whole body shook as you sobbed, and the shaking hurt.

“Oh my god, oh my god!” A voice screamed, diving next to you.You turned your head as best as you could.

“Hey, Evan.” You smiled, tears running down the side of your face.

“I’ll-We’ll get you to the hospital,” Evan started crying. “Jared! Connor! I-I found her!”

Twigs crunched as you heard people running towards you, more than just two. Evan gently slid you into his arms, which made you wince.

“Oh my, oh my god.” Jared started panicking as he bent down to try and help Evan pick you up.

“Oh goodness, I’m-I’m calling an ambulance!” Alana pulled out her phone while Zoe stood next to her crying and traumatized.

Connor shook his head and spoke with a shaky voice. “Guys, put her down. She’s obviously in pain. We-we can’t carry her out, this is a two mile hiking trail!”

“He’s-He’s right, oh gosh, what do we do?!” Zoe shouted, sobs erupting from her mouth.

You coughed, a bit of blood coming up. Evan held you in his arms while Jared was kneeling next to you. Evan’s face was red and blotchy, and he was holding back sobs. Jared had silent tears running down his face, and even Connor was teary eyed.

“Y-You’ll be alright, I promise. We’ll be alright.” Evan whispered, letting his head hang by your shoulder.

You smiled, your eyes flickering opened and closed.

“Love you, Evan,” You whispered. “All of you,”

You faded out of consciousness, only hearing the sound of a helicopter and people begging you not to close your eyes.

      ‘Dear person who finds this,

 I’m sorry I’m not good enough. I’m sorry I can’t do much right, and that I hide away from the world. I’m sorry I’m alone. I’m sorry I told Evan I love him, and that I ruined our friendship. I’m sorry I can never hug or help Connor again. I’m sorry I can never joke around with Jared again. I’m sorry Zoe, Alana and myself will never have a sleepover again. I’m sorry dad, for not talking to you about this. I’m sorry for being a screw up. This was my choice. It was nobodies fault except for mine.

  With much love, (Y/n) (L/n)’

Evan read the letter over and over. He would glance up at you, hooked up to the machines in the hospital. He tried not to blame himself, but he had known he was the last straw when you had told him you loved him and he just walked away. You told him because he was the last person you thought you had left, and you needed him to hold you and kiss you and tell you everything will be alright.

He knew you hadn’t seen your father all week. He knew you had fought with Jared and Connor that week, and that Zoe was ignoring you. He knew Alana was too busy with school to even speak to you. He just let himself walk away from you, even when you were in such a fragile state.

Your father had been in the hospital only two times in the four months you were in a coma. He had taken extra work hours to pay off the medical bills you needed. He was angry, and he thought you were selfish. He hadn’t read the note.

Evan took it when he called the others to search for you. Evan didn’t know how he knew where you were, but he thought about how over the summer he had tried the same thing in a much smaller tree.

He was going to your house to tell you he loved you back when he found the note taped to the door.

“Evan?” A raspy voice whispered in the early morning light, making Evan shoot up,

“(Y/n)?! Oh my, oh my god, you’re-you’re okay!” Evan shouted, hugging you as best as he could without hurting you.

“I’m sorry,” You whispered, tears falling from your eyes.

Evan quickly shot the group chat a text, not caring it was only 6am on a Sunday.

‘She’s awake.’

He got a various responses of ‘OMW’, ‘I’m coming’, and ‘See u in 10′ from everyone. “I love you, I love you so much. Please, please, don’t apologize. I love you.” Evan whispered, crying into your shoulder. You let out a small whimper and hugged Evan. "I love you, Evan, I love you too.” You and Evan stayed there in each others arms for about 10 minutes when there was a knock on the door. A face peeked around the door and Evan waved them in. "I’m so, so glad you’re okay, (Y/n), I-I don’t know what I would’ve done if..” Jared sighed, his eyes gathering tears. Evan backed up and let the others get a look at you. ”“I’m sorry, we’re all sorry.” Zoe whispered, a smile on her face and tears dripping down her face. Alana nodded and quickly hugged you, as well as Zoe. Connor took one look at you and bursted into tears, dropping onto his knees next to your bed. He held your hand and cried silently into it, his actions speaking louder than his words could. Evan pushed your hair behind your ear and you noticed the cast on your left arm. You raised your eyebrows and saw that all your friends had written their names with little messages and hearts. Connor had wrote his name the largest, just like on Evan’s old cast. ”“I-I love you guys, I’m so sorry I tried that.” "We’re sorry we let you feel so alone, and like that was the only way out.” Alana whispered, wiping tears from her eyes. "Never again.” Evan whispered, sighing quietly. "Never again.” The rest of you promised, one after the other. And never again did any of you feel alone. There was a happy ending for you, for once and for all.

Had a great time last night/today with Moon getting new pictures for the blog! I love this picture so much it simply HAS to be my new avatar.

I really enjoyed doing the live Q&A on Instagram too! I’m hoping to do other videos like that every time I dress up.

For those interested, I was able to use my Mac foundation and NYX lipstick last night for the first time and OH MY GOD they are amazing. Highly recommended.

I’ll be uploading the pictures periodically every Sunday, so make sure you check back to see how the shoot went! And as always, feel free to drop me any messages or questions you have.

- Jessica Blaise x x

“I love the nazis too… by the way, I fucking cant get enough of the swastika, the SS, and the iron cross. Hitler and his head boys fucked up a few times and it cost them the war, but I love their beliefs and who they were, what they did, and what they wanted. I know that form of gov couldn’t have lasted long once the human equation was brought in, but damnit it sure looked good. every form of gov leads to downfalls, everything will always fuck up or yeah something. its all DOOMed god damnit. this is beginning to make me get in a corner. I’m showing too much of myself, my views and thoughts, people might start to wonder, smart ones will get nosey and something might happen to fuck me over, I might need to put on one helluva mask here to fool you all some more. fuck fuck fuck it’ll be very fucking hard to hold out until April. If people would give me more compliments all of this might still be avoidable… but probably not. Whatever I do people make fun of me, and sometimes directly to my face. I’ll get revenge soon enough. fuckers shouldn’t have ripped on me so much huh! HA! then again its human nature to do what you did… so I guess I am also attacking the human race. I cant take it, Its not right… true… correct… perfect. I fucking hate the human equation. Nazism would be fucking great if it werent for individualism and our natural instinct to ask questions. you know what maybe I just need to get laid. maybe that’ll just change some shit around.

That’s another thing, I am a fucking dog. I have fantasies of just taking someone and fucking them hard and strong. someone like [censored] were I just pick her up, take her to my room, tear off her shirt and pants and just eat her out and fuck her hard. I love flesh… weisses fleisch! dein weisses fleisch emegt mich soo… Ich bin dech nur ein gigilo! I want to grab a few different girls in my gym class, take them into a room, pull their pants off and fuck them hard. I love flesh… the smooth legs, the large breasts, the innocent flawless body, the eyes, the hair; jet black, blond, white, brown. ahhh I just want to fuck! call it teenage hormones or call it a crazy fuckin racist rapist… BJ ist mir egal. I just want to be surrounded by the flesh of a woman, someone like [censored] who I wanted to just fuck like hell, she made me practically drool, when she wore those shorts to work.. instant hard on. I couldnt stop staring. and others like [censored] in my gym class, [censored] or whatever in my gym class, and others who I just want to overpower and engulf myself in them. mmmm I can taste the sweet flesh now… the salty sweat, the animalistic movement… Iccchhh… lieeebe…… fleisccchhhh. who can I trick into my room first? I can sweep someone off their feet, tell them what they want to hear, be all nice and sweet, and then “fuck em like an animal, feel them from the inside” as Reznor said. oh… thats something else… that one NIN video I saw, broken or closer or something, the where the guy is kidnapped and tortured like hell… actual hell. I want to do that too. I want to tear a throat out with my own teeth like a pop can. I want to gut someone with my hand, to tear a head off and rip out the heart and lungs from the neck, to stab someone in the gut, shove it up to the heart, and yank the fucking blade out of their rib cage! I want to grab some weak little freshman and just tear them apart like a fucking wolf. show them who is god. strangle them, squish their head, bite their temples into the skull, rip off their jaw. rip off their colar bones, break their arms in half and twist them around, the lovely sounds of bones cracking and flesh ripping, ahh… so much to do and so little chances.” - Eric Harris

“In the Kutte”

Happy Lowman x Reader
(GIF isn’t mine)

Being Happy Lowman’s girlfriend was probably the hardest job in SAMCRO - greatest risk, littlest reward - but you cherished that mean old fool with every ounce of your being.

Your story was almost a fairytale, if Prince Charming had a snake tattoo on his head and kept his body count tatted on him as a reminder of how deadly he was, rode a Harley, was in an MC, rarely smiled, and fucked much harder than ever necessary.

Technically you guessed the similarities ended with him rescuing you. He had done so from a would-be rapist and brought you to the Sons of Anarchy clubhouse until he could ‘handle’ the problem. The night he saved you was the same night you learned about his tattoos and what they meant.

When he took you to his room at the club, innocently enough just to show you where you could sleep for the night, your gratitude had been shown in the form of a kiss, which turned into a grope, which turned into sex.

It had been 4 months since he found out you had nowhere to go and offered you a place in his home. Although nobody around his MC seemed to believe it was possible for anyone to be in a relationship with Happy Lowman, the two of you made it work and somewhere along the way you had fallen secretly in love with the man people referred to as The Tacoma Killer.

You woke up like any other morning, without Happy beside you because he was already up for the day, and probably had been for hours. You walked into the kitchen, pouring a cup of coffee before realizing that Happy’s wallet and keys were still on the table. Peeking out the into the garage, you found your lover sitting in the middle of the garage, his back to you, the reaper on his vest staring into your eyes while it’s wearer was tinkering with his bike. He must’ve been messing with the brakes from what you could tell. You stepped out onto the cold concrete floor, barefooted and still wearing your pajama shorts and tank top that you had slept in last night.

“Good morning handsome,” you cooed and Happy looked over his shoulder at you and grunted his good morning to you.

“Want some more coffee? Anything to eat?” you asked as his hands worked meticulously on the front wheel of his bike.

“I’m fine babe,” he rasped, not looking up from his job.

“Oh… Okay…” you spoke with mild defeat in your voice. You had wished for a little more attention from your old man than you were getting, “Well I’ll leave you alone then,” you sighed turning to walk back into the kitchen.

“Hey,” his voice called and you froze, your hand on the doorknob and your back to him.

“Come here,” he demanded and you obliged, turning around and stepping to his now standing frame which was facing you. He lifted a hand to your chin, lifting your face so he could lean down and press a kiss into your lips.

“I gotta make a trip up to Tacoma today,” he spoke once he pulled away from you, “I’m leaving soon. Be back in a couple days.”

Since Happy had ties in Tacoma, he was always Clay’s first choice to send North when he needed something done. You hated being left behind, but since you were an old lady you weren’t involved in club business much, and it wasn’t allowed for you to tag along.

“I’ll miss you,” you gave him a half smile, looking up into his deep brown eyes, so dark you couldn’t see his pupils without focusing.

The shadow of a smile ghosted across his face as he leaned back into you, his lips landing on yours again as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your body flush against his. Happy wasn’t the sweetest or most romantic in the world but he was definitely the best kisser in the world, you would bet anything on that.

He picked you up, turning around and placing you on the seat of his bike, sideways so your legs both hung off the left side, as he settled between them. He placed his palms on the gas tank and fender as he moved his lips to your neck and you held his shoulders to steady yourself.

He moved his hands to tug at the hem of your tank top, sliding it up over your head to expose your bare breasts which he quickly attended to with his mouth. You moaned at the stimulation and he tugged your bottoms off as you pulled at his belt, unbuckling it and letting his jeans drop to the floor. He stood straight, looking down at you as he stepped out of his jeans completely, pulling them over his boots and tossing them aside before reaching to take off his kutte and the grey shirt underneath.

“No!” you whined and he looked down at you with a frown, “Leave the kutte on,” you sucked in your bottom lip and bit it with a shy grin, something that drove Happy wild as he growled, leaving his kutte on and dropping to his knees in front of you, spreading your legs.

You moaned and tossed your head back when his tongue met your core, licking long flat-tongued stripes through your folds as his fingers kept your legs open and dug into your thighs. He wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked, flicking his tongue against it from inside his mouth and pushing a finger inside you, eating you out until you came hard and fast, grabbing his head and pulling it into your core as your body shook.

Happy pulled his face back and spit, his saliva dripping down you as he stood and pulled his dick from his boxers, returning to his position between your legs and grabbing the back of your neck to hold you forward. As he was staring in your eyes, he ran the tip of his cock up and down your slit, spreading the mixture of your juices and his spit at your entrance. He lined himself up and pushed inside you with a groan which was matched by your sharp intake of breath as he stretched you open.

You reached your hand up to hold onto his wrist that was holding onto your neck for support and you caught a flicker of his devilish grin right before you closed your eyes. It didn’t matter how many times the two of you had sex, him entering you and filling you completely was a feeling you would always enjoy. He began to stroke into you as his free hand secured itself to your hip, gripping tighter as he thrusted into you with urgency and your hand left his wrist to grip the handlebar of his bike.
You used your other hand to hook a finger in the collar of his shirt and pull him down to you. Biting his bottom lip gently, his panting breaths danced across your face and he kissed you again, his hand on your neck sliding down and wrapping around your back as he leaned down to bury his face in your neck and pound into you as roughly as always.

You remembered how some of the croweaters had complained in the past, before you became his girl of course, about how sore they would be after a night with him…as if it was an inconvenience.
You, on the other hand, loved it, the way he made you feel as his dick punched into you, hitting spots you didn’t even know existed until he found them.

You attached your lips to his ear, biting and licking as he held onto you tightly and moved in and out of you. His breathing was getting more ragged with each thrust and you knew he would reach his orgasm soon so you whispered and moaned into his ear a series of compliments, “Oh baby you make me feel so good.”
“I love this dick so much Hap.”
“You’re so fucking sexy when you fuck me,” until he reached up and grabbed you by the hair, pulling out of you and pushing your face to his dick as he huffed and you wrapped your lips around his shaft, sucking him in and out until you felt him brace himself against the tank of his bike and his release found him, his cock throbbing and shooting his cum onto your tongue as he watched you swallow it all and suck him off some more for good measure.

“God damn,” he sighed as you finally released his member and stood up to face him, wiping your mouth with your hand as you grinned up at him. He pulled his boxers back up and kissed your forehead, reaching down to grab his jeans as you grabbed your pajamas and slipped them back on.

“I’m gonna miss you too, you know,” his voice was still deep and growling, but there was a hint of softness in his tone that made you look back up at him to catch a smile on his face. He didn’t smile often, so when he did it sent tingles up your spine.

You threw yourself into his arms again and buried your face in his chest as you giggled, and he held you closely.

“I love you, (Y/N),” he whispered and your eyes shot open with surprise, he had never said that before.

“I love you too Happy,” you squeaked as the excitement of your first ‘I love yous’ overcame your emotions and he placed a kiss into the top of you head, swaying you back and forth in the garage beside the blacked out Harley the two of you had just defiled.


Important Note: So, first off, I need to say that I didn’t write this. A lovely follower, who wishes to remain anonymous, sent this to me to read and wondered if I could post it for them. And I know that you’re all insatiable and would want to read it too, so please give it lots of love so they can see how much their writing is appreciated!
Warning: pure smut, lots and lots of unapologetic Bughead smut…

“…Betty… god.” His breathing emerges ragged and erratic as he pulls her close, his hand splaying over the back of her neck and guiding her head down to his. The warmth of her lips on his, the stars shooting through his body at the sensation of her being settled on his abdomen. It was enough to make his eyes rolls back into his head, his once articulate and methodical mind fogging over so he forgets his own name. Only one thing remains clear as crystal in his head. 

Elizabeth Cooper. Betty. 

Her legs are splayed either side of his hips and he can feel the wet heat of the apex of her thighs radiating into his core, the sweet warmth of her being igniting his own as she releases his bottom lip from between her teeth. She gasps as he suddenly reaches behind her, grasping her honey blonde curls in his fist and gently tugging her head backwards and dipping his head into the newly revealed crook of her neck, swiping his tongue up from the base of her neck to her jaw as a sweet moan seeps from her lips. He closes his mouth around her neck, feeling her pulse thumping into his throat as he licks and kisses her, relishing in the mewls of pleasure she offers in response. She claws her fingers through his matted curls, grazing his scalp with just enough pressure to make him moan against her skin. She feels it rattle through her bones and seep into her bloodstream, until it burns down into the pit of her stomach. 

“Jughead, please…" Her sighing plea is whispered against the shell of his ear and he shivers as it sends a fleeting wave of goosebumps over his bare back. His name sounds so good like that. He wants to hear it more. 

He raises his head to meet her eyes, lust weighing his lashes down and darkening his irises as they breathe against one another’s lips. Her forehead falls against his, and there they stay until he begins to push his own head forwards. He leans up into her, holding her hooded gaze as he tenderly rests his palm over the back of her head and settles her head to the pillow, lowering himself on top of her. 

He stares into her deep and lustful eyes, gently lowering himself until their lips are all but touching. He breathes against her mouth, and she feels the warmth of his body engulf her as she holds the stare of his grey hooded eyes. 

"Tell me.” His whispers are seared against the flesh of her lips and her eyelids flutter closed from the feeling his soft voice sends coursing through her. He gently closes his mouth around hers, pulling her into a slow and languid kiss in which he licks her upper lip, pulling away again to trail kisses across her cheeks and jawline. "Tell me what you want, Betty.“ Thick and gravelly this time, he mutters against the curve of her jaw and she lets out a soft whine as his damp curls tickle her eyelid. 

"I… I need… you”, she whispers gently, causing his eyelids to flutter closed as he releases a soft and longing sigh. Her breaths are sharp and shallow, and she cups his cheeks and pulls him into her, their lips colliding again in a far more urgent and fiery kiss. He lets out a rough growl into her mouth and bites down hard on her bottom lip as her hips raise off of the bed to circle teasingly against his erection, which is becoming suffocated underneath his boxer shorts. She responds with a high pitched whine, which he swallows inside their kiss as his tongue moves fervently against hers. 

Without warning, he pulls away from her mouth with a wet pop and moves down her torso, gliding his tongue over her chest as she once again grips onto his damp locks and whines deliciously. He raises his head from her chest to look in her glazed over azure irises as his fingertips creep over her stomach and hook over the top of her underwear. Her breath hitches as she meets his questioning eyes, he pauses to watch her quickly nod in desperation and longing before proceeding to gently drag them over her soft thighs. 

He bows his head once more, and licks the curve of her right breast before closing his lips around her nipple, licking and sucking in ways that cause her to involuntarily jerk her hips up into his. 

“Jug… Ju-ohh!” She tugs on his hair making him hiss, and she curls her legs up and around his waist. His own underwear being the only barrier between them now, Jughead could hardly bear the relentless throbbing sensation that he felt underneath them. His hands find her hip bones and grip them as he edges his lips further and further down her torso, pressing feather-light kisses and licks to her ribs, stomach, groin, until his eager lips are hovering over the apex of her thighs. 

Betty quivers in anticipation, locking her eyes onto his as he slowly extends his tongue out of his lips and proceeds to drag it up her sweet, wet heat so slowly it is almost painful, as she lets out a shaky whimper and tips her head back onto the pillow. His tongue curls back inside his mouth, savouring the taste of her as he softly grazes the backs of his fingers over her thighs, reaching her knees and hooking his hands behind them to lift her legs up onto his shoulders. With one last fleeting look into the darkened eyes of his soulmate as she snaps her head up to look at him once more, he dips his head down and buries his face into the essence pooled there by his own torturous teasings.

Betty splays her arms out either side of her, throwing her head back into the pillows and clenching her fists around knots of the bedsheets beneath her, her mouth falling open in a long, loud whine. His tongue moves over her sensitive bundle of nerves before dipping inside her, and the painful accuracy of his strokes has her legs involuntarily flexing against his shoulders and pushing him further into her. He moans into her heat, the vibrations spreading up through her stomach and warming her entire body. 

He licks and sucks, swirling his tongue around her clitoris in perfect circles until Betty is bucking her hips in time with his movements, her whining becoming synchronic with both of their breathing. Jughead grips onto her hip bones for dear life, worried that if he didn’t he would be lost to the world, lost in the disheveled beauty of Betty Cooper. Lifting his eyelids to look up at her, he thanks god for the view he has of her right now. From this angle, Betty is truly a masterpiece to behold. Beads of sweat accumulate in the valley between her breasts and across her stomach, and Jughead can feel it beneath his hands. He takes her clitoris in his mouth and holds it there, sucking gently as she begins to lose herself to him. 

“Oh… my-Jughead, please god… FUCK!” She shrieks, causing his head to snap up in concern. She immediately whimpers at the sudden loss of pleasure. He locks his eyes onto hers before moving himself up to catch her lips, his still wet from her core. The taste of herself sends sparks through her heart and mind, and she moves her hands to his hair, clawing and tugging. She pushes his boxer shorts down and he kicks them off at his ankles, the pair making brief eye contact to confirm their mutual consent before he slowly begins to push himself inside her. 

She bites her lip and squeezes her eyes shut, attempting to swallow her moans and whines of pleasure. He pauses, fully sheathed within her, allowing them both time to adjust. He lets his head drop into the crook of her neck, resting his forehead against her as he steadies himself. 

“Move, Juggie, please.” Slowly at first, he begins to move his hips and thrust in and out of her, both of them releasing delicious cries and moans and groans of pleasure as they entangle their bodies and become synchronised. He trembles against her and trails his fingertips down her waist and then up her back, wrapping his arms around her. One hand cups the back of her head and another nestles in the small of her back, and her legs are still around him, pulling him closer, deeper. 

She can feel herself becoming stronger with each fervid stroke of his hips as he glides in and out of her, ragged breaths hot on her neck as she holds his head and places frantic kisses in his hair and on his forehead, trying to quell the sweet noises spilling from her mouth. With a sudden burst of confidence and sensuality, she rolls him over to lay on his back and sits up, sinking back down onto him. She eyes him with want as he clenches his own eyes shut and lets out a shaky breath, relishing in the confidence this brings her. She begins to raise her hips off of him and lower herself back down, leaning forward and splaying her hands out across his damp chest. His hands dart up to her head, fingers working into her hair in fists as he attempts to keep himself from losing it. He brings her head down to swallow her moans, their ragged breaths intermingling as they feverishly attack each other’s lips. 

“Fuck”, he breathes against her mouth, sending hot waves down her throats and into her core, where she rocks unsteadily as her impending climax looms. His hands snake down from her hair, down her neck and over her breasts, across her stomach and around to rest on her hips. He brings his hips up to meet hers as she loses her pace, sparks beginning to burst behind her closed eyelids as she tips her head back. He raises his head from the pillow, curling his fingers under her chin and bringing her gaze to his. She looks at him with hooded eyes and under thick eyelashes, and his arm settles around her back as they move together.

“Don’t look away.” He breathes, barely audible, and the raw adoration and need in his eyes tips her off the edge. She obeys, holding his eyes as she rides out her high. Her forehead sits on his as he stares at her, his eyes widening as his own climax begins to hit him. His mouth falls open in a silent shout as she fists her hands in his hair, their breathing hot and heavy on each other’s faces. As they both begin to stutter and slow, he uses his arm around her back to guide her body down to lay next to his, remaining inside her as she collapses into his frame. 

He carefully and gently pulls himself out, both of them hissing as he quickly puts his lips to hers, soft and tender. His fingers trace her jaw, and he pulls away and looks deep into her blown pupils. She glides her hands down his sweat laden neck and settles it on his chest, their breathing beginning to slow as they smile against each other’s lips. 

my thoughts on 5x23

So yeah, that was quite the finale. I’m still working out how to rank it in my head but let’s just say for now that it was a vast improvement over last year’s finale. It felt legitimately like an Arrow finale and that’s a very good thing. So what were my thoughts? Well… I may have waited too long and forgotten all my witticisms, but let’s give this a go…

  • I’m a little uncomfortable how much I’m enjoying Slade in this ep.
  • Seriously, I was all ready to hate him and from that first scene in the prison bunker i was just all (with fondness) “oh… you!”  Dammit. 
  • Adrian blowing up Oliver’s plane is about the most predictable thing about this finale. 
  • And of course Oliver let all the weapons and ammo on the plane. OF COURSE. 
  • Slade giving Oliver crap cuz he married Nyssa and not Felicity: SAME. 
  • Evelyn remains trash. Seeing her get locked in a cage fills me with joy.
  • She just said… “fuckit, I’m gonna kiss him” and I admire her so much for that.
  • And before you come at me, he kissed her back. I saw the pucker. 
  • But boy was surprised. Look at that furrowed brow. I love it!
  • I love her reason for doing it too… she didn’t want to have any regrets. 
  • I bet one thing she regrets is telling Oliver the door was closed in 5x05. Maybe dating Billy? GAH. SO MUCH WASTED TIME. 
  • And if that wasn’t all perfect enough, we had Oliver promising (rather sexily I might add) that they’d talk all about it after they get off the island.
  • (season 6, Imma hold you to that promise)
  • Bury me at Lian Yu, I am torn asunder. 
  • And then some other stuff happened THE END
  • JK. They all split up at this point with the intention of Felicity and Curtis and Thea and Malcolm and Samantha all going to this plane and gtfo that damn island. 
  • I like the talk Felicity had with Samantha… I saw shades of future co-parents there, I don’t know about you. 
  • Then Thea steps on a landmine. And Malcolm pushes her off and takes her place. And suddenly I find myself a little sad that Malcolm is gonna die. 
  • He takes Boomerang with him tho, which is aces. 
  • Plus was that some foreshadowing about Felicity’s own evil dad? HMM. 
  • Oh yeah and Oliver is hunting wabbits. Or rather Adrian. 
  • He really wants to find William
  • I didn’t buy Slade’s “double cross” at the temple for a hot second, fyi. 
  • But it was a slick trick to bring Dinah her new sonic booster device so YAY for that. 
  • And Quentin being the one to officially bestow the Black Canary mantle? YAS QUEEN. 
  • The battle is pretty lit. Love Talia vs Nyssa. Love Siren vs Canary too. Because Quentin clocked Siren and it was so damn shady that I could probably watch the gifs forever. 
  • So much for that redemption arc huh?
  • #petty
  • The showdown between Adrian and Oliver has me so damn lit. Oliver refusing to kill Adrian is probably the proudest I’ve ever been of this character. That was a moment I waited 5 years to see. SO FRICKIN SATISFYING.
  • The shot of Oliver running through the forest, chasing Adrian, hoping to find William… that’s just gorgeous. As gorgeous as this show GETS. 
  • I love Oliver talking via comms to Felicity, btw
  • Networked bombs ALL OVER THE ISLAND is bad news tho which you know means they all have to go off fuckfuckfuck
  • See you on the boat. That fuckin boat. POWERFUL moments though.
  • Speaking of powerful: the flashbacks.
  • I loved seeing how they synced up with the pilot, with Oliver being rescued…that felt AMAZING to see. 
  • And that phone call to MOIRA… That’s some of Stephen’s finest work to date, I swear to god. Good job. I had the feels. 
  • Speaking of which: his reaction when Adrian pulls William out is just… wow.
  • But good on him for not making that awful choice, for making Adrian THINK he’s making a choice, for shooting that fucker in the foot. 
  • Then Adrian kills himself (I KNEW IT) and the island goes BOOM. Oops. 

Originally posted by queensarrow

Okay listen. I know I said “pshhh they won’t do that” but… they did. 😂 I mean, I wasn’t wrong about the BOAT not blowing up. And I honestly didn’t think they would blow up the whole ISLAND. My objection stands: we know who’s coming back next season. So it’s kinda a lame cliffhanger. But there are a few variables here so that’s that. Eh, sometimes I’m wrong. It is what it is. But I don’t care cuz that finale was  a m a z i n g. 

So i made myself a body love/ body positivity thing to look at when i get all ‘i hate every part of my body" when getting dressed. Because this cast is a whole mish mash of different body types, like jazzy, who is beautiful and not like the typical skin and bones kind of girl you see, who aint scared to show what the lord and her mamma gave her, her thighs touch, she has a belly, and is just so beautiful. To pippa, who is tall and doesn’t have that 'tall curves’ thing most tall people in the media have, she has a normal waist and is just amazing. To renee who is ripped and has the mom strength to kick the asses of anyone who hurts you, and or lift a flaming bus off of you. And the men, Lin has class A dad bod, the bod thats “look I eat when i can, i have a 2 and a half year old, i was on a broadway play 7 days a week, your lucky i remembered to brush my hair this morning’ type bod. To oak and daveed who are ripped kings but still show love for every body type and sexuality and person. Daveed and his #freethetampon video just made me love him so much. Cause he is the type of guy who will go to the drug store buy 7 boxes of tampons and like 6 things of chocolate when you have your period. And anthony with the 'i work out…if you count running to be sort of on time to rehearsal and shooting…..and chasing jazzy around the house cause she stole my god damn cinnamon toast crunch’ type bod. I just its a reminder that….its okay…to have the body i do….

God doomfist’s entire kit looks like it was MADE for me like, I loved Reinhardts charge so much but I was always like ‘all I have for distance is my fire strike ;A;’ BUT NOW I CAN SHOOT PEOPLE AND SLAP THEM AROUND HOW FUN

datanullyx  asked:

Drabble prompts. 43 & 28. Scully to Mulder. Give me pain.

(This became a post-ep for One Son, pre-ep for Agua Mala)

43. “I swear to god if you touch me…”
28. “I love you, you asshole.”

Scully wouldn’t consider herself a violent person by nature.  Sure, she could take down a suspect with force, she could shoot to maim or to kill, if she had to, but she had to be pushed to aggression.  She heeded the advice she’d heard her father dish out to her brothers on several occasions: never start a fight, but go ahead and finish it.

But, there was so much anger in her lately.  So much.  Most of it because of Mulder.  She was tense most of the time.  So tense.  Sooner or later something was going to give.  She was going to be pushed too far and she would snap.  Every day, at least once a day, she had the overwhelming urge to smack the hell out of Mulder, or shove him into a wall, or shoot him again, only aim a little lower this time, because he just didn’t get it.  

Even she didn’t get it, and that was probably the real problem.  She thought she was merely frustrated with him professionally.  At least, that’s how it started.  She told herself it had nothing, nothing to do with the fact that Diana was his ex…ex-whatever.  Partner, lover, fuck-buddy, she didn’t care.  Except, dammit, she did care.  She cared very much.

In her worst fits of anger, she fantasized about walking up to Mulder, slapping the smug grin that seemed to be permanently affixed to his face, and screaming “I love you, you asshole,” at him.

And then there were the days, when he would look at her with those puppy dog eyes, that pouty-lipped smile, speak to her in that mumbly whisper as he stood too close and she longed to just grab him by the lapels of his suit jacket, pull him against her and groan “I love you, you asshole,” into his mouth before she kissed him.

The problem was, she never knew what kind of day she was going to have.  Was he going to piss her off?  Or was he going to be endearing?  Or would it be both?  Something had to give.

“Hey Scully,” Mulder said, greeting her with a smile when she came into the office.  Endearing.

“Good morning,” she answered.

“I got an email from Diana this morning.”  And it all turned on a dime.

“I have no interest in what Agent Fowley has to say,” she snapped.  She turned her back to him and stood at her table waiting for her laptop to boot up.

Mulder’s chair squeaked as he got up.  Her shoulders tensed and her jaw clenched.  He came around the desk and she didn’t move, but she could feel him come closer, right up behind her.  She could smell his cologne.  She could feel his heat and his breath fluffed the back of her hair.  

“I swear to god if you touch me…” she whispered.  She meant to be harsh about it, to say it as a warning, but it sounded more like a plea.

His hands came down on her shoulders and he pulled her back to his chest.  Her head fell forward and her eyes slipped shut.

“Agent Spender was removed from the hospital early this morning,” he said.  “The on-duty in the ICU was presented with transfer orders that were falsified.  They don’t know where he is.”

“Are we opening an investigation?”

“Missing Persons will handle it.”  Mulder pressed his face into the back of Scully’s head.  “I don’t want to fight with you, Scully.  Not when we’ve just gotten the x-files back.  Not after everything we’ve been through.”

“I don’t want to fight with you either, Mulder.”

Mulder crossed his arms over Scully’s chest and gave her a squeeze.  She brought her hands up to rest on his forearms and they stayed still for an extended period of time and just breathed.  Finally, she took her hands off his arms and he slowly uncrossed them from her chest.  

His chair squeaked when he sat back down and she tapped out her computer password with a single index finger, still standing.

“Any interest in heading down to Florida?” Mulder asked.

“Isn’t there a hurricane rolling through this week?”

“And a sea monster, apparently.”

Scully sat down and pushed her hair back over her ear as she turned to Mulder.  His eyes seemed to sparkle sightly and he gave her a pouty-lipped smile. He twirled a pen in one hand as he leaned back in his chair.

“Tell me about this alleged sea monster,” she said.

The End