i tried to match my depressing one from the other day

“Prom was invented just to make girls starve so they can fit in a dress and compete over a stupid title.”

“Uh –” Derek blinks, eyes his sister dubiously, “I’m not a girl?”

Cora huffs. “Whatever.”

In the kitchen Laura bursts out laughing. “Don’t worry.” She yells. “Cora is just jealous she will have to wait five years to go to her own prom.”

“I’m not going!” Cora yells back. “Prom is stupid, I don’t even know why you’re going,” she tells Derek, “it’s not like you know how to have fun.”

Derek raises an eyebrow while Laura just laughs harder. “Oh my god.” Their older sister says. “I stay away for six months and Cora turns into a sassy queen.” She walks into the living room, pretends to wipe at her eyes. “I’m so proud.”

“You two are ridiculous.” Derek says, turning around. “And I’m just going because Erica promised to pay me. With ice cream.” Then he gives Cora a wicked smile. “That I’m not going to share with either of you.”

“You are the worst brother!” Cora yells as he begins to climb the stairs. “And I hope you fall on your ass while trying to dance!”

“Can’t hear you!” Derek’s cell begins to ring. “Too busy getting ready to prom!”

Laura lets out a high-pitched laughter. “I love you two so much.”

Derek shakes his head fondly, closes his bedroom door behind himself just as Cora tells Laura to shut up. “Hey.” He answers the phone, collapsing on his bed. “What’s up?”

“Yo,” Stiles answers, “whatcha doing?”

“Listening to my sisters fight.” He says, snorting when he hears his dad start complaining about all the yelling and ‘no, Cora, I’m not letting you go to prom, you’re thirteen!’. “I’m gonna have to check the trunk of my car tomorrow night.”

Stiles laughs. “She’s not that good.”

“If you keep teaching her, she will be.” Derek blurts out, curses himself mentally when he realizes it came out harsher than he intended.

It’s just – sometimes he can’t help it. He’s known Stiles since they were four, Cora wasn’t even born then, but one day she turned eleven and Stiles became her new favorite person. Stiles couldn’t find it funnier and took Cora as his little apprentice. He even taught her how to cheat on Mario Kart.

He’s never taught Derek that.

Derek rolls his eyes, thinks about his little sister still downstairs pouting and trying to convince their dad that she’s old enough to go out. He shouldn’t be jealous of her, but the thing is – he grew up with two sisters, he knows how to share toys and food, but he doesn’t know how to share Stiles.

Because Stiles is his.

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Libra & Emotion ♎️🎭

(I’m not a professional but I’m a Libra Sun, Libra Moon, with Libra Dominance, and a 7th house stellium so I think this comes from a place of first hand experience)

Libra suns, like other air signs, do tend to detach from their emotions but not in the same way. Libra hates conflict. They hate tension and uneasiness. They need stability and reliability. Because emotions can be unpredictable, Libras feel the need to water their feelings down. Think of it as a filter. They try to rationalize and sort each emotion, find out the source, and put it into its proper place. So say if someone was rude to Libra, instead of reacting like their sister sign Aries would, Libra would accept the rudeness and then continue about their day thinking how and why that happened.

Libra also tends to put their feelings on a larger context. They ask themselves, I feel this way because this happened to me, but doesn’t everyone feel this exact way when this happens? So by concluding that everyone experiences a certain feeling, Libra decides they don’t need that feeling. If emotions don’t help a Libra, they get rid of them. And by get rid of them, I mean they either try to rationalize them so they don’t exist or they just try to ignore it.

Libra will ‘reject’ feelings if they do not believe they have the right to feel that way. For example, if a single Libra sees a cute couple they might have a pang of envy and feel resentment towards the couple in love. But then Libra will go “oh this is just my own bitterness, they haven’t done anything wrong, I’m just being unreasonable” and they’ll tell themselves to stop feeling like that.

Libra will also pick and choose what emotions to experience based on their environment. This sounds really weird I know. But if they’re in a group and everyone is wild and goofy and impulsive, Libra will match their behavior and try to match their emotions. For example, I won’t be excited about a something until someone else is and I feed off their energy.

Libra moons are a little more difficult to understand. They filter their feelings based on what’s “just and proper,” what benefits those around them, and what benefits themselves. Libra moon will choose to delete emotions they don’t know how to deal with. They also tend to never talk about their feelings. Or, and I’m guilty of doing this, will complain about small things so that their friends won’t ask what’s REALLY wrong on a deeper level (because if I never complained about anything, they would be concerned). Libra moons will avoid talking about their feelings. They like to help others though and by helping others, they learn about themselves. They can sometimes act as therapists, asking others how they feel about a certain situation and then those Libra moons will apply what they learned to their own lives.

After talking to other Libra moons on here, I’ve learned that I’m not alone in that Libra moons often feel hollow. Like there’s a cavern in our hearts. Most days it feels unfillable. Our emotions can overwhelm us and so we feel numb. Happiness is dulled, sadness is dulled until everything feels “meh.” There are many days when by all accounts we should be happy or excited but aren’t. It’s like eating bittersweet candy. You don’t really understand the flavor. It has both the sweetest and the sour mixed up together. Our emotions get all jumbled up together, we have trouble trying to separate them because we see how things can have both pros and cons.

Many Libra moons (and suns and 7th house stelliums) feel a continual longing. Specifically, longing for a relationship. There’s an incessant need for partnership, for a companion, to be understood. When that isn’t being fulfilled, it makes our lives imbalanced, throwing our emotions even farther off balance. At the end of the day, despite deflecting attention onto others, we secretly need love and a lot of it. The angsty phrase “I build walls just to see who cares enough to climb over” really applies here. Yes, we give other people a lot of attention. Part of that is to weed out who just likes us to listen and who actually wants to listen to us. We sort out the people who use us for validation from the people who actually care about us. When we find that there’s way more people who only use us, we can become depressed. There’s nothing quite as disheartening to a Libra moon than realizing that all your friends and family don’t ever stop to genuinely wonder how you’re doing. Despite Libra being called the fakest sign, we put that front up on purpose just to see who’s brave enough to look underneath. And unfortunately, very few people are willing to do so. Libra is a people pleaser and will seek companionship even if it is only superficial, but we will never be satisfied until we get that soulmate level connection we are looking for.

EDIT: thanks to @airmom I was reminded of a couple more key features When we do accept our emotions for what they are, it can be extremely hard to let go of them. It becomes like a grudge. Years can go by but when reminded of a situation, our feelings are just as strong as the day it originally happened. Libras tend not to hold grudges, but when they do, they hold them forever. Betrayal really hits home with this sign. If you betray a Libra’s trust, they may act like everything’s fine, they might still be friends with you, you might never even know your actions upset them, but Libras will never truly forgive you for it. This type of resentment just builds up over time. And Libras know logically that they should just get over it, but won’t. (Never tell a Libra “That was years ago, just get over it.” We can’t. We won’t. We’ll hate you for saying this because it implies we haven’t tried. We’ve tried moving on, and we already water down so many of our other emotions, just let us have this, ok?) Libras also will push to the side stuff they don’t want to deal with. They shove it into their closet so to speak. They won’t speak about it or acknowledge that it’s even there. But eventually the closet gets full and it all comes bursting out. Libras can be volcanoes. One little thing can set them off. If a Libra ever snaps seemingly out of nowhere, it’s because they’ve put off dealing with their emotions. Likely, they’re not mad at one little thing, but rather a whole month or year’s worth of frustrations. So if a Libra yells at you, it’s best just to shut up and listen. If they’re in this frame of mind and you start arguing back, they will never ever ever open up to you again. If a Libra actually trusts you enough to tell you what they’re feeling and you try to argue with them or put the blame on them, know that you’ll never earn their trust back. Ever. The next day they might act completely normal, but know this is a front and that they are mentally stabbing you. Again I just want to reiterate here that Libras do not often publicly express their anger (for fear of how others will react) so if they cry or scream in front of you, they’re at their most vulnerable and need your support. Most of the time, support in that situation is just shutting up and listening. Don’t give advice unless they ask. Just nod. Just care. And if they’re up for it, give them a hug. Not a wimpy one. A real hug. Squeeze them and tell them you love them. Libras just want to be understood.

Libras (especially moons) are daydreamers. This is a way out of dealing with reality. Libras escape in their fantasies. They write novels, direct movies, become superheroes, act out music, etc all in their heads. They’ll imagine real life situations over and over. This is why when things don’t go according to plan, they’ll become frustrated. Sometimes they just wish people could read their thoughts because it’s just hard to communicate them. The on,y time you’ll ever find a Libra unfiltered is in their fantasies. It’s the one place they let themselves be free and selfish. The world demands so much of them, their daydreams are their only escape. Libra has a strong martyr complex too. If they can’t find their inner peace, they’ll help you find yours. If they can’t be happy, they’ll try to cheer you up. If they haven’t laughed in ages, they’ll tell jokes until your eyes water and stomach hurts from giggling. They know what hollowness is like, what chaos and imbalance and self hatred is like. They help you be strong so they can tell themselves they will be strong one day too.

Because Saturn exalts in Libra, many Libras feel extreme self-hatred, unworthiness, guilt for no reason, and fear they will be dependent forever. This complex relationship between Saturn and Venus (which is Libra’s main ruler) creates tension. There’s a pull between wanting the beautiful things out of life like clothes, romance, confidence with feeling like they are undeserving of it. — Please be gentle with Libras.

Read ‘Em and Weep

Originally posted by dreamyoongi

Pairings: Reader x Yoongi 

Description: How do you fall in love with someone who can’t talk? 

Word Count: 7k+

A/N: Four years ago today I tried to end my life. This piece isn’t prolific, I don’t think it’s even that uplifting. But it’s warm and it makes my heart feel full and thats enough. If you’re hurting today I hope you tell yourself ‘I’ll wait one more day’ and then keep telling yourself that everyday from now. 

He was here again.

You bit your lip in quiet anticipation, feeling the butterflies in your tummy bubble over until you felt like you might actually explode. He came in every Thursday night between 6:30 and 8:00 and usually strayed towards the non-fiction and classic works sections in the store. You noticed from his check outs he liked poetry, but he rarely ever visited any new authors, he stuck to classics, but they all had the same depressing theme to them. If you had to see one more Poe, Plath or Bukowski check out you would consider referring him to your therapist, who, as nice as she was, you couldn’t exactly vouch for her turn over rate if you were basing it off yourself.

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Flashes (Part 2)

Summary: Soulmate AU. “The fault, dear Brutus is not in our stars, / But in ourselves, that we are underlings.” - William Shakespeare (Julius Caesar)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 1,831

Warnings: language, fluff, wishful thinking, angst, sadness, borderline depression, sarcasm, discrimination, tw: terrible family relations, shunning

A/N: Well, I did it…at least I tried. The lovely @minervaem challenged me (sort of) to do an angsty story. I’m warning you now, it’s not gonna be pretty.

Lots of reader backstory here. Hopefully it’s not boring!

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I guessed wrong;

staceyiscold  requested:

Hi could I have an imagine please?? Where the reader and either Monty or zach are secret cuddle buddies (like friends with benefits but for cuddles) and the boy develops feelings and avoids the reader so she confront him at school in front of his friends who don’t even know they talk and then it ends kinda fluffy kinda sexy? Not smut just not too cheesy! Thanks!!

author’s note: Sorry this is kinda late? i was quite out of it and i really need to sleep now but i hope this is any good!! aaaaa I don’t know how sexy I could turn this into?? I hope my ~sadness~ didn’t get much in the way (mainly i hope i didn’t disappoint hahahahaahkjasjd) i hope you enjoy it! hope i didn’t mess anything up!!!! it’s also quite long but i feel like i tried to shorten it up a bit. a mess. i apologize. /also i was the only one to read it so if any english mistakes,, again,, i apologize/

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I entered the school, trying to keep my small self-cheering to myself and walking with a teeny smile on my face. I greeted the kids I know, some greeted me back some just nodded at my existence, but none of that really bothered me. No, nothing could possibly bother me lately.

I was happy, is it too cheesy to say that?

Recently it is felt as if teenagers can’t feel happy, only stress and worry on their minds. Occasionally depressed, but it is the youth, mood swings are totally acceptable, which is how adults completely ignore any kind of scream of help coming from their children. With all the pressure coming at us, whether it’s socially with all the high standards or it’s school, which has really not any kind of low standards and you have to want, not need, but want to achieve a full score on anything.

But out of all the odds, I was happy. After everything that has been going on, being a little selfish and having a dot of happiness is what I deserve.

I went on and passed down the halls, getting to my locker and opening it. I felt a presence behind me but I brushed it off since tons of kids are walking there, but turned around when someone coughed and touched my shoulder to get my attention.

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anonymous asked:

I think it would be super cool to read a fanfic about Bughead meeting at like a support group for depression/self harm. Maybe they were friends when they were little and Jughead transferred schools and they haven't talked since and they catch up and then support each other through their issues :)

Ooohhh I love this idea! You’re so awesome anonymouse 🐭

“Are you sure you want to do this Elizabeth, you understand this is your choice correct?” Alice Cooper was gripping the steering wheel so tight Betty was sure she was going to rip into the leather.

“Yes mom. This is.. I have to.. if this works..I’m running out of options.” The beautiful blonde passenger whispered, voice closing with unrestrained anxiety.

Alice barely spared her a glance
“If you feel this is a positive thing then go on, why you can’t just stop that nasty habit of cutting yourself up I’ll never understand but since this is what the family counselor suggested I suppose I have no option. Go on and spread our dirty laundry to the world.” She hissed out bitterly.

Sighing silently, Betty reached over and pressed a kiss to her moms cheek.
“I’ll see you in an hour.” She stepped out of the car, her shoulders releasing pent up tension. She would definitely be driving herself here from now on.

“Had to hitch a ride with the slave driver too huh?”

Turning around at the unfamiliar voice, Betty came face to face with a beautiful African American girl, short brown hair and dark eyes, the gorgeous stranger stuck her hand out

“I’m maya, it’s nice to meet you.”

As soon as Betty reached for her hand Maya snapped it back, her whole body jerking forward causing Betty to stiffen instinctually.

“I’m so sorry! I have Tourette’s, I probably should have told you that first. Really I’m so sorry!” She shoved her hands in her pockets and made to scurry forward, but not before Betty’s hand reached out and gripped her forearm.

“I’m Betty Cooper. it’s nice to meet you too.” She gently smiled and began walking in sync with her new friend.

“You’re new here, first days can be a little intimidating but stick by me in group and I won’t let anyone mess with you.” The taller girl smiled proudly, yelping on a twitch before she draped an arm over Betty’s shoulders and pulled her into the building.

As soon as the two girls walked in Betty felt her panic rise, there were chairs set up in a circle around a desk, almost all were taken except a scattered few, teenagers her age were all talking to each other and all Betty wanted to do was run right back out the front door, maybe her mother was right, maybe this wasn’t a good idea, there were way too many people, too much judgment.

“Hi! Elizabeth right?” A middle aged woman with a short pixie cut and see through blue eyes approached her, gripping her hand and shaking it aggressively “we are so excited to have you at Helping Hearts Rehabilitation Therapy Class, my name is Rosa and I run the therapy sessions here! I think you’ll fit in just fine, Why don’t you take a seat with Maya right up front, were about to start group therapy.” The frantic older woman squeezed Betty in a jug before rushing off somewhere else.

Maya grabbed her hand, rolling her eyes
“Rosa can be a little much but she’s all heart, you’ll get to know her better in individual sessions.” She dropped down on a plastic, blue seat and patted the one beside her as Betty delicately sat down.

Betty took a moment to glance around the room, it was an eclectic mix, people covered in scars, people crying on their own, others texting on their phones angrily while some looked about as nervous as she felt, suddenly she felt an itch on the side of her head, it slowly turned into a burning and she glanced to her right, her eyes going wide at what she saw.

A beautiful boy, something right out of a 1950s greaser catalogue. He had thick, wavy black hair, slightly covered by a crooked beanie, he wore a worn in leather jacket and combat boots, his skin tanned and dirty, he had pouty lips with a natural red Betty would have killed for, the most surprising part about him though? His piercing stormy blue eyes, eyes that were currently burning into her as he stared openly.

“That’s Jughead Jones, he doesn’t talk much all we know is that he has to be here, mandatory from his therapist, rumor has it he tried to run his motorcycle off a cliff… on purpose.” Maya whispered close to her, making Betty shudder.

The boy didn’t look away not even when Betty caught his eyes, he must think she was the absolute definition of lame.

Betty had on a soft long sleeved cardigan covering up the scars littering her arms, the cotton baby blue dress she wore underneath had a peter pan collar and it matched her tiny blue ballet flats, her hair was pulled back into an exceptionally tight ponytail and her light pink lips were painted the familiar shade of “perfectly pink.”

“Okay everyone! I want to introduce you all to our newest member, Elizabeth Cooper.”
Rosa spoke from the front of the room, drawing Betty’s eyes away from the staring contest she and this Jughead Jones seemed to be having. She snapped forward, Maya nudged her with a grin as a particularly vicious twitch shook her body.

Betty smiled softly
“Hello, I actually go by Betty.” She offered gently, her honey sweet voice was soothing and like always everyone was instantly taken by the blonde haired angel.

“Well Betty, we usually start by asking, now I know this may seem a little invasive but it’s good to break it down immediately, do you mind telling us what brought you here today?”

Betty’s eyes widened as her fingers dug into her palms, searching frantically for a way out.

“NO.” She shouted, louder than she had planned
“No, no I can’t.. I can’t talk about it. I don’t.. I don’t talk about that!” She begged, moving to stand as Maya placed a comforting hand to her shoulder. Betty’s eyes were still looking around, their had to be a way out!

Suddenly her sea green eyes landed on Jugheads rainy blue ones, he gazed deeply into her face a meaningful look playing on his features, and just like that her heart stopped racing, she was able to find air and she slowly settled into the seat

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry, I’m just.. I’m not quite ready to talk about that yet, maybe next week.” She plastered on her award winning smile as she patted Maya’s hand in gratitude, Rosa fell for the picture perfect smile and she nodded reassuringly

“Of course, our past does tend to get most of us riled up. Perhaps next time.” With that the older woman went on with the session, an hour later Betty had learned about the multiple different struggles some of her peers had gone through, while she was sure that by having them share she was supposed to feel better but now she felt even more weighed down by the burden. These people had been through so much, she carried their pain on her back as if it was her own, that’s who Betty Cooper was, unapologetically selfless.

Maya was putting her number in Betty’s phone and swinging her backpack over her shoulder
“I’ll text you tonight, set up plans, catch ya after doll.” She blew a dramatic kiss towards Betty before skipping out the room.

Betty smiled with a shake of her head as she continued packing up her backpack, it had taken her longer than she expected and by the time she was done the entire room was empty even Rosa had left.

“You okay?”

The low timber of an unfamiliar voice had Betty nearly jumping out of her skin, she whipped around to see Jughead standing behind her, a smirk on his face, leaning against a chair with crossed arms, he looked like the sexiest Rebel Without A Cause Betty had ever seen.

“Me? Oh yeah, of course! I’m fine.” The blonde shifted uncomfortably in her shoes as he continued to stare at her “a little stressful sure, I lost my cool in here today, it won’t happen again.” She wasn’t sure who she was assuring, the boy in front of her or herself.

“Why not? You didn’t wanna talk about. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want too.” He shrugged lazily, his eyes drifting to her arms.

Betty smiled a soft tilt of her lips
“Sometimes though, you have to talk about it.. or it never goes away.”

Taking a step towards her Jughead lifted her hands in his her palms flat up as he stared at the moon shaped scars littering her soft skin.

Betty gasped and ripped her hands free, laying them flat on her sides

Jughead smiled again, this time a sad, understanding smile

“It never goes away. No matter what we do.” He whispered, his face dangerously close to hers.

“But we try anyway” betty responded “so we beat on, boats against the current.” She quoted.

Jughead smirked
“I didn’t take you for a F. Scott Fitzgerald fan, although you look the part.. daisy.”

Betty rolled her eyes taking a step away from him and turning her back to him, heading for the door, a mysterious smile on her lips.

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me Jughead Jones.” The door closed shut, leaving Jughead alone in the dark warehouse. Running a hand over his face he couldn’t shake the smile from his lips

“Shit” he mumbled

He was in deep trouble.

Archie Andrews | One step at a time (possible series)

Count of words: 1070

Warnings: sad, mention of suicide and a suicide attempt, may contain spoilers if you haven’t seen till episode 11-12

A/N: I am thinking of making a little series with this but if I do it’s gonna be like so depressing and reader slowly revealing her past to her friends and boyfriend and I don’t know if anyone wants to read it… If any of you want to please let me know in my inbox soo yeah, hope you like this ♥♥




anonymous asked:
Can you do a Archie imagine where him and the reader are dating and instead of Cheryl falling through the ice it’s the reader and Archie, Veronica, jughead and Betty go after her?

In the small town of Riverdale no one ever thought how bad things can escalate to the level it has now. After the surprising death of Jason Blossom so many more catastrophes occured, slowly driving the little town into chaos. While everything else seemed to be a disaster and the case of the mysterious murder seemed to be held back due to lack of evidence got solved, placing FP Jones in the crime scene, with the crime weapon, killing the poor teenager. But, a group of teenagers were opposed to the decision of the sheriff and even if the evidence threw the blame towards FP, the group of teenagers managed to find out who the killer was. Clifford Blossom.

After the following death of the routhless father; it was a suicide, things seemed to simply change. People were relieved a psyco like that was finally gone, even if that ment that he died. Everyone let loose, exept her. She was one of the foolish teenagers that risked their lives to solved the case of the unfortunate football leader. It was not easy for her to see all these things happen around her so fast, so soon. It hurt her more than anyone could ever think, but she didn’t understand why. There were some pretty nasty comments thrown at her and she started making some pretty dark thoughts herself. All untill she knew what to do. 

After taking some time to think about what she should do all night, the sixteen year old, took the whole day after that to tell and show her friends how much she appreciated them. She gave Jughead a little crown medallion, just like the one he gave her when they were kids to show her how importand she was to him. She gave Betty a beautiful ring matching the one the (hair color) haired girl was always wearing, and she also gave Veronica a matching one as well; to show them how much they ment to her. Last of all was Archie. He was not like everyone else, he was not just her best friend, but her boyfriend as well. She gave him guitar that he wanted to buy for a long time, and that’s when he new something was going very wrong.

By the time the sky started to become darker the girl was already by the Sweetwater river, mentaly prepearing herself for what was to come. On the other side of the little forest to the river, the four other teenagers were worried to death as to were their friend, best friend and girlfriend was. They looked everything and they took turns trying to call her phone. Veronica actually managed to do it and put it on speaker so everyone would listen. “Y/N, where are you, we are worried sick,” the voice of a very wary Veronica traveled through the phone line. “I’m ok, don’t worry about it,” she said calmly to her. “Darling, tell as where you are. I know something is wrong just tell us,” her loving boyfriend pleaded but the girl didn’t crack even the slightest bit. “Oh, Archie. Oh, how I love you. You mean so much to me,” she said silently crying. “I love all four of you so much. Thank you for caring but it’s not going to do anything now. I love you but I have to go. I’ll sent Jason your greetings,” and she hung up. Everyone was shocked hearing the last words of the girl. “The Sweetwater,” one of them thought out loud and dashed towards the newly found destination as the rest followed close behind.

The first one to make it to the river has the gracious red head, but the love of his life was already far, far away. “Y/N, no, no, no. Don’t do it. Whatever it is that is bothering you we can fix that together.” He shouted while the rest of the group finally caught up. “There’s nothing you can fix. Not anymore.” She yelled back. The read head went to run up to her and stop her, but Veronica held him back. “The ice will not handle the weight,” the raven haired girl noticed and the others agreed. “But I need to stop her,” “We will,” Jughead reasoned his friend. “Y/N, please come here. Get away from the ice. We need you. I need you. Remember why I gave you that crown necklace?” Jughead tried to talk some sence into the girl. She simply nodded her head and the boy continued. “I gave it to you cause you are so important to me. I gave it to you to remind you that you are the only person I trust with my life. Please,” he pleaded but it was no too late. The girl moved a little and the ice that was previously cracked now created a hole and took the girl inside of it.

Archie couldn’t hold back anymore. He dushed towards the girl in hopes to get her out of the water before the current takes her body away. But it was to late. The group of teenages followed the girl’s body until it stopped. The aspiring musician fell on his knees and started puching the ice with the goal to break it and get his girl out of it. Blood started to run from his fists as the raven haired girl looked at his actions with aw, and the blonde clutched onto her boyfriend’s arm, crying while hidding behind his shoulder.

After finally managing to save the girl, the group ended up in Veronica’s house. Archie was holding the (hair color) haired girl in his arms, attempting to warm her up as the fire didn’t seem to help as much. The blanket around the two allowed his to trasfer warmth from his body to hers. He had removed his shirt previously and placing her in it after removing her soaking wet clothes, so the warmth of his body radiated to the girl easier. Jughead was sitting behind them in the couch with Betty in his arms trying to get her out of the shocked state of watching her friend attempt to kill herself, and Veronica was standing next to her mum discussing about the incident. “It’s gonna be ok.  I’m here. I love you.” Was all Archie could manage to make himself say to set the love of his life at ease. “We’ll do this. Together. One step at a time.”

Sirius Black and Remus Lupin's first times

Here is a (mainly) fluff Wolfstar I wrote those last days ! Hope you’ll like it >w<

If you prefer to read it on AO3, here is the link

When they first meet, it’s at the train station. Sirius is with Walburga and Regulus, half listening his mother’s “advices”, which sound more like orders and threats. Looking at the crowd, his eyes catch a pair of scared but happy green eyes. It’s a boy his age, with apparently his parents and little luggage.

He later get to know his name : Remus Lupin. He doesn’t know yet this name will become his world.

When they first get detention, it’s together, less than a month after the first day of class. Sirius pull a prank on a group of Slytherin boys who are always mocking him for being a lion, but the teacher punishes Sirius and Remus since they are together.

During the detention, Remus tries not to pay attention to Sirius – it’s his fault they got here after all ! He doesn’t last more than twenty minutes though.

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Investing in yourself as a Sugar Baby!

Taking care of your mind and body is important especially when you expect men to drop thousands of dollars on you every month for the pleasure of your company! Personally before even thinking about becoming a sugar baby this year, I’ve been taking care of myself for years because appearance is very important in my line of work. Keep in mind that I’m in my late 20s so some stuff you might not even need at this point since most of you are in your late teens or early 20s. Enjoy those years haha well I can’t complain, I have a baby face ;) So here is a list of things I’ve done or I will be starting this year that keeps me looking good and feeling awesome plus it makes for a hot SB:

  1. Manicure + pedicure - I do them professionally in a salon every 3weeks.
  2. Laser hair removal - I’m doing my whole bikini and underarms right now and will start my legs in the next year..shaving is a pain and too much work..laser is painful especially the whole bikini but worth it!
  3. Removing stretch marks - I will do laser for that when I move to LA because those stupid marks on my butt are a pain in the ass for my confidence sometimes..I have awesome 34DD natural breasts but my ass needs some perfecting to be at the same level lol
  4. Removing cellulite - I just finished a 10 weeks treatment with the Velashape 2 in a beauty clinic for my thighs and butt..I think it helped although I only had a low amount of cellulite and it’s still not perfect or all gone..I think I was expecting too much of a VS model’s perfect ass haha drinking water, exercising and eating healthy plus putting firming body cream (I use an expensive one from my clinic with 10% caffeine) everyday helps plus I’ll need to do maintenance treatments every year to maintain the results.
  5. Removing spider veins on legs - I started treatments this year, it helps but spider veins are a recurring issue for women especially with age so I will have to do maintenance treatments every year but it’s very good that I started young even if I didn’t have a lot but the ones behind my knees were bothering me a lot. I have very white skin so my veins show easily haha I need to tan more!
  6. Dermabrasion - I started dermabrasion aka removing dead skin on your face this year..I used to have bad acnee when I was young but now my skin is much better although I still get occasional pimples and don’t have perfect skin without makeup.
  7. Acnee creams recommended by my dermatologist that I apply every day or 2 days - I mostly only have some redness and occasional pimples but the products help for that and to make my pores less visible.
  8. Laser eye surgery - I wear contacts and I’m thinking of doing the laser surgery but I’m not sure since lots of people have horror stories so I’m still thinking about it but being free of glasses and contacts would be awesome..I’m just scared of surgeries and try to avoid them as much as possible.
  9. Spray Tan - I don’t want skin cancer so I prefer spray tan when I need to have a nice tan although the maintenance is a pain in the butt..I sometimes do tanning creams at home since I’m pretty good at applying it but that’s annoying to maintain also.
  10. Gym membership - I started going to the gym finally this year although I have always had a pretty athletic body but since I like to eat wtv I want and I’m getting older lol I need to watch out!!
  11. Personal trainer for the gym - I’m going to get one soon so I can learn what to do to target the issues I want to work on plus it’s good to have someone to motivate you since I’m lazy lol
  12. Martial arts or self defense classes - Personally I do martial arts because it’s for my line of work but also because I love to kick ass. I took some self defense classes years ago and it was amazing..I think every woman should do that especially sex workers and SBs..I actually need to brush up on those moves especially the ones when your assailant is on top of you.
  13. Hair and eyelash extensions - I need to get new hair extensions because the hair dresser messed them up when she cut them although I basically never wear them lol too lazy to put them on every time so I’ll look into other options soon and get a SD to pay for it and for eyelash extensions. Never tried that and want to see how it will look and feel.
  14. Makeup and hair tutorials or classes - I started watching more videos on youtube to learn more tricks especially with hair since I suck but I’m getting a lot better..I might get a future SD to pay a hairstylist to show me 5-10 ways to do my hair haha.
  15. Good hair products and makeup - Start investing in good products that don’t ruin your hair and face..When you can it’s good to invest in more expensive products when they are better quality and less chemicals.
  16. Keeping your body soft like a baby’s skin - I put cream every night on my body to keep my body all smooth and soft plus to keep my boobs, stomach, thighs and ass all firm..better to start young!
  17. Facial creams - Very important to keep your face moisturized plus eye cream is always good to start young..those SDs want a baby face not a face ruined by sun and age.
  18. Drinking lots of water - You need minimum 2 liters of water everyday..I basically only drink water..no coffee or soft drinks but juices on occasion and I do love wine when I go out.
  19. Eating healthy - I need to be more disciplined for that because I like to eat wtv I want although I do eat vegetables and fruits everyday.
  20. Be happy and confident - Keep yourself healthy mentally..those men pay for no drama..I actually tried hypnotherapy by curiosity this year..only did 4 sessions to work on my self-esteem and confidence and it was pretty interesting to realize how I bring myself down sometimes.
  21. Teeth are very important! Having a nice smile attracts people including SDs! - Keep your teeth clean and white..I do my teeth cleaning every 9 months now (instead of 12) plus I bought a whitening kit made for me from my dentist to use at home although my teeth are pretty white already. I had braces when I was young so I have perfect teeth..I wear my night retainer occasionally to keep them straight and perfect. 
  22. Massages and acupuncture - I did both this year and need to start doing massages every 2 weeks for my back lol I’ll get a SD to pay for that!
  23. Investing in a new wardrobe - Dressing the part is important and you need something to wear for all those awesome dates you will be going on! Get a SD or POT to take you shopping and choose classic pieces that you will be able to mix and match and pull off multiple outfits with. If you don’t have anyone to pay for it, take some of your money and start buying some nice pieces or even just adding an accessory to your outfit might make the difference. You don’t have to buy expensive brands (wait for a SD to do that for you), until then buy pieces that are good quality and in solid neutral colors. Go for classy not trashy!
  24. Reading more about current events, finances and how to invest money but also some of those self help books. Be aware of what is going on in the world. - I need to start doing this more because I personally don’t follow the news or politics (too depressing) plus I want to learn how to manage my money. It’s always good to be able to hold a conversation with a SD especially if you go to events with him! You want to be the whole package of looks, brains and personality!!
  25. Learning new skills is important in my opinion plus it keeps you busy and SDs will be impressed by your hobbies, interests and skills. - Personally I love reading, cooking (I want to take some classes to get even better), dancing (I took a lot of different dance classes but I want to learn the waltz and other more conservative dances for black tie events), learning new languages (I speak multiple languages and it always impresses people especially in the US for some reason), etc.. With my line of work, I like to acquire new skills as often as I can so I can add them to my CV and stand out..plus it’s fun!

Ok so I’m going to stop here because this post is freaking long lol I’ll add more if I think about something else but just remember that you are selling a product which is yourself and you need to stand out! Being a SB is not just about looking pretty..you have to be interesting too! I see a lot of SD’s profiles that mention personality and not just looks. So take care of yourself mentally and physically :) You got to invest in yourself (the product) to make money..that’s how marketing and business work and it’s the same with sugar dating! Pay your bills and then use some of that allowance on bettering yourself to catch an even bigger fish (or whale lol)!! Go get them girls! xoxo

Ready To Go (Percy Jackson x Reader)

Genre: Romance/Humor

Word Count: 1,073

Summary: Soulmate AU where if your soulmate dyes their hair, then your hair will turn the same color. 


(A/N) This is for you anon you know who you are (also this is probably terrible and I’m sorry)                                               


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baron | stupid cupid | corbin







Not much. !claustrophobic reader. antagonistic dean & corey. almost sex in an elevator.


I have to thank my girl, my boo @fan-fiction-galore for her encouragement on this and her input.  lot of the ideas in here are thing we discussed and I just love her okay? Also have ot tag my girl, my boo @mimicthephoenix because she’s amazing and her writing is too and she’s always encouraging these things too.Also, going to tag @writergrrrl29 my boo, another I love to dicuss stuff with on here, you are amazing!


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kadda252  asked:

For the prompt thing, pretty please 10 or 29 or both in one 🙏🏻🙏🏻

This is kind of the opposite of what I wrote yesterday. So here be fluff and nothing but fluff. It’s a sequel to this (sappy) prompt. But you can read it on its own as well. Thank you for the prompt! 

10. “I can never unsee that.” + 29. “Y-you love me?”

When Mulder finds himself in the car en route to Mrs. Scully’s house, he is not sure when it happened.

Or how.

But here he is, in the passenger seat, forced to listen to classical music that’s supposed to be calming. That’s what Scully told him 20 minutes ago, anyway. She’s quiet, tapping along on the steering wheel while Mulder keeps trying to come up with something clever to say. Or really anything. He has questions, plenty of them, but he doesn’t ask any of them. Why am I here, Scully? He would like to know. Why do I have to see your brother twice in one day? Mulder grows agitated just thinking about it.

Why did you kiss me earlier, Scully? That’s the one he really wants to know about.

In good old Mulder and Scully fashion, they haven’t talked about it. The kiss. It’s been hours and Scully hasn’t mentioned it once. If he didn’t know better, he’d think it never happened. Just a figment of his vast imagination. He’s imagined kissing Scully a million times over the years. But no; it definitely happened. Her hands were on his thighs, he can almost feel them still, and her lips grazed his oh so softly. Oh yeah. It happened.

“You’re awfully quiet.” Scully says in between songs. As if the music should not be interrupted.

“I thought you wanted me to shut up.”

“That was… earlier.” Mulder thinks he sees her blush.

“Yeah well, I didn’t know when you wanted me to stop.” Mulder cracks open a sunflower seed, realizing how hungry he is. With her kissing him and then convincing him to go with her to her mother’s made him forget everything else. Like having lunch.

“About the time I – never mind.” The kiss, he thinks, suppressing a smile. She certainly shut him up with that.

“You mean the… you know.” Here he is complaining that Scully doesn’t mention their foray into new, more intimate territory and he finds himself shying away as well.  

“It wasn’t fun, Mulder.” Oh.

“I’m sorry, Scully, I didn't… you started it. I just – then why did you ask me to come with you to your mother’s? If I’m no fun.” Mulder sounds bitter; he tries not to, but what can he do? He’s been wanting to kiss Scully for ages and when they finally do, she hates it.

“That’s why,” she tells him, her voice even, her eyes on the road, “You made fun of me. You know I thought you had something important to tell me and you let me believe it, Mulder.” Oh, again. She wasn’t talking about the kiss at all.

“Scully, I’m sorry. Your brother unnerves me,” he sees her nod in agreement, “He said all these things and then when you finally showed up at the office I felt like… I just wanted you to know there was something to come back to. As stupid as it was.”

“An espresso machine in accounting.”

“I realize it wasn’t my brightest moment, Scully, but I had to say something.”

“But do you realize that I hurried through lunch with my brother because I thought something important was going on?”

“I’m sorry, Scully. What else can I say?”

“Next time your exciting news turn out to be about kitchen appliances, tell me right away and don’t make it a secret.”

“In my defense,” Scully shoots him a look and Mulder ignores it, “I never said it was exciting. I didn’t keep it a secret either. So that’s why I’m here? As punishment?”

“Partly,” she admits.


“And what?”

“What’s the other reason?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” Scully chuckles and Mulder adds it to his long, long list of things they, apparently, don’t talk about.


Mulder doesn’t know what he expected, but it’s not this. This is not, as Scully assured him earlier, a small family gathering. This is dozens of people running around Mrs. Scully’s house.

“Oh Dana, you made it!” A woman, who is almost as tall as Mulder, hugs Scully tightly.

“Mom made me promise.” She replies with a soft smile. If only she would smile like this more often.

“And who is this nice young man, Dana?”

“This is Fox Mulder. My partner,” she startles, “my friend,” Scully turns to him, searching for the right word, “my work…” She trails off with a confused hand gesture.

“Oh Fox,” the large woman shakes his hand heartily, a huge grin on her face, “Maggie told us so much about you. She didn’t say you were coming today!”

“Ah yes, I cleared my schedule for this,” Mulder puts on what he hopes is a charming smile, and judging from the woman’s face it works well enough, and sighs, “I wanted to be here.”

“That’s so lovely, Fox. I’m Dana’s aunt, Millicent.” She’s still holding his hand, he realizes. “Now, go say hello to everyone else. I hope I’ll see you around, Fox.” Aunt Millicent winks at him and Mulder blushes. When she’s out of sight, Scully sighs audibly.

“So I’m your work, huh?” Mulder bumps her shoulder playfully.

“Oh shut up, Mulder. You know what I meant.” Scully doesn’t look at him, instead she seems to look for someone else among all these small and not so small heads. There’s a whirlwind of noises and voices surrounding them.

“Do I?” Scully glances up at him, brows furrowed. Her mouth opens to say something when a loud, distinctively male voice chimes:

“Is that Dana?” In a quick movement, Scully grabs Mulder’s coat sleeve and drags him with her right into a room he’s never seen before. It’s dark, it’s small and for the moment, surprisingly quiet. It could be a coat closet, he thinks, as a soft fabric brushes against him.  

“Scully what-” She puts her finger on his lips to quiet him. Not as effective as her earlier mode of shutting him up, but it works. He’s not going to complain that she’s touching him. Her finger is warm, it’s soft, and he just can’t help himself; he kisses it. Scully’s eyes open wide, but she doesn’t take her finger away, and so he kisses it again.

“Oh for fuck’s sake, Mulder.” Her angry whisper shocks him, but even if he knew what to say, he couldn’t. Scully’s lips find his again and this time he makes sure she’s not cutting their kiss short. His arms tighten around her and hold her close. She moans into his open mouth as one of his hands wanders up her spine.

“Why would they – Dana! And Fox!” The door opens and their mouths separate with a loud smack. Their arms still around each other they stare into the faces of Scully’s mother, her brother and man Mulder doesn’t know. Oh well.

“I can never unsee that.” Bill Scully mumbles shaking his head in disbelief.

“Why are you hiding in here?” Maggie Scully, a laugh in her voice, opens the door wider so they can step out. Mulder tries to secretly wipe at his mouth, but the nameless guy watches him intently. As does Bill.

“Bill wanted to introduce you to his Navy friend.” Now it’s Mulder who eyes the other man warily. This is the guy Bill Scully told him about earlier in his office. On his turf. This, he figures, is neutral ground. Not to mention that he just kissed Scully for the second time in one day. That should count for something.

“This is Frank,” the blond stranger waves awkwardly, uncertain if he should shake Scully’s hand, “My friend I told you about earlier.” Bill finishes, his eyes full engaged in a glaring match with his sister. For once Mulder is glad to not be at the receiving end of that death stare.

“And what did I tell you?” Her voice sounds like pure ice.

“I’m just asking you to meet him. You don’t have to marry him.” Bill glances at Mulder, who briefly considers hiding behind Scully or even her mother.

“I’m not interested,” she tells him, “Sorry, Frank.” The man blushes furiously.

“It’s because of him, isn’t it? I mean what you just did…”

“Bill.” His mother’s voice warns him.

“That’s none of your business.”

“He has nothing to offer you, Dana!”

“Bill, leave your sister and Fox alone. Now come on, all of you. We’ve got a house full of people. Behave yourselves.” Mulder watches as Scully raises her eyebrow as if challenging her brother and of course, he bites.

“What is it about him, Dana? He doesn’t love you.”

“Hey,” it’s the last straw and Mulder can no longer keep quiet, “I do love your sister. I love her more than I could ever put into words.”

“Y-you love me?” Out of the corner of his eye Mulder sees Mrs. Scully lead her son and the ominous Frank away. Not that Mulder still cares. His eyes are on Scully, and hers are on him. Right now, in a house full of people, they’re the only two that matter.

“Scully, I am not drunk,” he begins, his voice slightly wavering, “I am not drugged either. I am just me and I am in full capacity of my sanity,” Scully’s eyebrow rises, “as much as is left of it anyway. So let me tell you that yes, I love you. I am in love with you.”

“That’s really nice,” Scully tells him and it’s only now that he notices how close they are once again; like magnets drawn to each, he figures, “Because you know what?”


“I love you, too.”

No more words are needed and so he kisses her again and again and again.

A Little Too Much // Steve x Reader

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Inhuman!Reader, Clint Barton x Inhuman!Reader (platonic)
Word Count: 2k+
Warning: Severe angst, mentions of self-harm (nothing explicit), brief mentions of torture at the hands of HYDRA (in passing, nothing too explicit), talks of depression, fluff, language. Please do not read this if you could possibly be squicked or triggered by any of the above.

Summary: Reader has never been one to talk about her pain with others, always opting to handle everything on her own. What happens when everything becomes too much to handle alone?

A/N: I’m choosing not to tag anyone in this because this story is incredibly personal and I needed to write in order to help me work through some things I’m dealing with. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy it. Thanks for reading.

Inspiration: “A Little Too Much” ~ Shawn Mendes

She would always tell herself she could do this,
She would use no help it would be just fine,
But when it got hard she would lose her focus,
So take my hand and we’ll be alright,

And she knew that she would be okay,
So she didn’t let it get in her way…

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Regretful: Kihyun

request: Hello! Can I request #29 with Kihyun? I know it’s a drabble game but a scenario would be fine too. Like angst ish..,??,?? Where it was a bad break up but they still love each other. Thank you!

genre: a lil bit of angst, fluff
words: 3,9k (this was supposed to be a drabble i’m so sorry)
pairing: kihyun x y/n
a/n: i hope this is okay??? this is what i managed to do with our request, if you’re not comfortable, feel free to message me <3 

#29: “I thought you were dead.”

Originally posted by aceyng

One. You count, tearing the petals away. Two. You follow. Three, four… before even reaching the fifth petal, you give up. 
That’s the summary of your life in the past two weeks. Procrastination, not reaching the end of anything. Starting things because you’re hyped up for a moment and throwing the excitement five minutes later. It’s like a tunel in where sometimes you can see a light that gives you hope, but you forget about it sooner or later and just throw yourself into the void once again.

It’s been like, maybe, 3 days since you had a bath. You didn’t care anymore. You scrolled in your Tumblr and Twitter timeline, in hopes of seeing a meme that would make you laugh. Nothing. Instead, pictures of cute girls with short hair and bones that looked that were about to break instead of healthy looking collarbones that people praised telling them they were “cute”, with stupid captions like “depression is awfully beautiful” or “tragically beautiful” or some shit like that. Bullshit. You didn’t know if you were depressed, but you were in the verge of insanity. You weren’t staring at the window with an aesthetic background that blended with your thoughts, you were just staring at the filthy city and you could almost see the contamination in the air. You felt dirty but you didn’t care. Your hair was greasy and your skin looked like it could tear apart at any minute. You were destroyed. The only water that touched your face was your tears. It wasn’t awfully or tragically beautiful… It was just awful. Just another scenario in your life.
And your sadness had a name.
Yoo Kihyun. That was his name. When you mind spoke about him, it reminded you of his smile. Of his perfectly white teeth and the way his eyes disappeared and how he broke into laughs like his life depended on it. You had always been hanging by a thread, and at the end of the thread, it was him holding it. You depended on him. You didn’t want to, because you weren’t that way: you weren’t dependant. You had a life of your own, but Kihyun just straight fucked you up. In every way possible. He entered your life, made you feel greasy butterflies in your stomach and left. Just like that.
He loved you, or at least that was what you thought. He still did or he never did; you weren’t sure. He showed you all kinds of affection, he got out of work early in special dates just to be with you. He showed you off to his friends, which at this point were your friends too. He presented you to his family, he made you see the stars and the morning after he was making you the best breakfast you could ask for. But again, it seemed like a fight was stronger than his love and it made him leave. Not even once he called out for you, or showed up saying sorry like he and you did many times after admiting you were wrong. It was just weird. You felt like your stomach tossed and turned just by the mention of his name.
Flashbacks were something constant. You were maybe even just bathing or cooking, or trying to watch a TV show when suddendly a flashback of the fight that ended it all popped up like a computer bug in your mind. But instead of an annoying windows error, it was a fight that made you want to cry everytime.
At this point, you were usually over the relationship. You were still with his or her thought on your mind, but you were able to go out, be with friends, go to the store to buy food without having a mental breakdown. But with Kihyun was different. You were sure that he was the love of your life. You were sure that, in dreams, you could see the red thread that connected you both. And you never believed in soulmates, but he made you believe. He was the light of your life and you were his. Then, why did he disappear just like that? It made you question things. It made you question everything.
It was a stupid fight. It was all it was. You weren’t even mad at him, and you didn’t do anything wrong. If you had, you would already have apologized, but you didn’t. You weren’t wrong, and you knew it. You thought that he was going to show up, because you understood his behaviour, but he didn’t. He never showed up again.
The rainy day that matched Kihyun’s mood was blending with everything else. Everything felt gray since you woke up. He was practicing something, or reading something for college, because it was a very important test for him and yours had just ended, and since his house with his roommates was the loudest thing that existed in earth, he opted for coming over to your house and had you help him out a bit.
At some point, he didn’t need your help anymore, because it was something you didn’t see in college just yet. It was something more complicated and you couldn’t help him out, so you got away in hopes of avoid distracting him.
When hours passed, he was starving. He didn’t say anything, but you could feel it. And also hear it. His stomach was dying inside and you knew it, and you knew how Kihyun was when it was about food, because he often skipped meals just because he had to do things and eating was a distraction. You knew how much weight he had been losing lately and you always managed to make him eat something. You didn’t nag on him, because he was a grown man, but you worried as he worried for you. And, until then, he thought it was cute of you to worry so much, and was thankful for having you.
That day, though, it seemed like it wasn’t the cutest thing to do. You tried to warn him many times. Remind him to eat and not distracting him too much because you knew how moody he was, but still. It was almost 8 PM and you wanted him to eat something.
“Babe, it’s 8 PM. It’s time for you to eat something.”
It was the fifth time in 2 hours that you said that, and maybe it was that that made him angry. But it wasn’t your fault; you just wanted him to be healthy. You just wanted him to eat, and that wasn’t something bad. He was so stubborn that without you telling him he would probably be dead.
“Goddamnit, y/n, I tould you that I’m not going to eat until I finish this. Stop bothering me already.”
That got into you. Bothering? You just wanted him to be healthy because you loved him.
“But, baby, please-“
“Fuck, again?” and with that, he stood up. “I already told you that I’m not eating some shitty food or whatever. I came here to study, not to be with you or to eat, so please, just leave me alone already.”
You stared at him astonished, you couldn’t believe your ears. What the fuck was he talking about? Of course he wasn’t there to see you. But you didn’t want to lure him into a motel, you weren’t bothering him, you were just caring about your boyfriend. But he didn’t seem to react. It wasn’t the first time he reacted like that, though, but at that point, he had already calmed a bit, sighed, hugged you and told you that It was okay, and that he was just moody. Then he ate, continued studying and got to bed. Like always, but things changed in a blink.
“Kihyun, I’m not telling you to go shopping with me. It’s not in my agenda to fuck around to bother you. I’m trying to help you out because I know how stubborn you are and I want you to eat. Isn’t that what partners do? Take care of each other?”
He sighed, and you mentally were like fuck yes, this fight is going to stop but no. He wasn’t planning to stop anytime soon, so he continued, “partners are supposed to support each other, but you’re not supposed to nag me like if you were my mom,” oh, the irony. He was the one that nagged the most and here you were, getting scolded for nagging. That was some shit you couldn’t take. “so maybe, you should just leave me alone for the sake of God and let me study, or is that so hard to understand in your little head of yours? How can you be so dumb?” he concluded. You stared like you were seeing a ghost- You couldn’t believe it. Had he just called you dumb? And like that, he stormed out of the building.
What the fuck just happened, you whispered for yourself. And that wasn’t even a heated discussion for you. You have had way more terrible fights, but he never was away for more than 2 hours without coming back with flowers and a coffee and a note that said “I love you”, and a mood for kisses and cuddling all night long. Fuck, but life wasn’t like that. Not with Kihyun, at least. You didn’t call him because you were expecting him to apologize, but hey, could you blame yourself? No. You were depressed but you weren’t stupid and you knew it wasn’t your fault. And even if it hurt, if he was an asshole like that, he didn’t deserve your pretty ass. But what was strange, is that you’ve known him for a lot of time and he was never like that, never so… so prideful. He was mature, at this point he should’ve known he was wrong. But nothing. Not a call, not a text. Just your thoughts and an empty bottle that lied by your side. At this point, it seemed like he was dead. You didn’t hear from him through his friends either.
Your eyes started to weigh more than you expected and your lids were rapidly going down, like if they were meant to be closed forever. You could perceive how the dreamland was approaching you and the sadness got away, the alcohol already making an effect in your body and make you feel relieved. Until some fucker decided it was a good idea to ruin your perfectly accomodated eyelids and call you with a loud ass ringtone.
You lazily grabbed your phone and clumsily tapped the green button.
“Hello?” you said, a mix between curiosity and that “i don’t care let me sleep” vibe.
“Baby, it’s time for you to get out of the house and go partying a little bit, what do you say?
Oh god. You mentally groaned. Just by the way she breathed, you could deduce she was already hyped up and mentally prepared to rush to your place and take your butt out of your bed even if it meant you not talking to her never again. That was Jisoo, your ex roommate and your actual best friend, or drinking friend, as she proclaimed she was. But to you, judging by the times she got your back and made you stop crying, it was more of a serious friendship. But whatever makes her happy, you thought and brushed it off.
“I don’t know,” you started, not wanting to cut her off so quickly, “I’m not feeling well.”
“You haven’t been feeling well for the last 3 weeks and I’m getting tired and I miss you,” she continued, “I want to go out to this club with you. Please, make the thoughts away. I’m worried and I-“ “you just want to party, you don’t miss me.” You interrupted her, a bit of sadness and an awkward laugh escaped your lips.
“No, I mean it y/n. You’ve never been so wrecked, not since you arrived Korea and you didn’t got out because you thought they were going to hate you, and it turned being the opposite. Do you remember? Please, go out with me. You’ll feel ten times better.”

The night was just starting and you knew it. She convinced you with her wannabe deep speech, that motivated you and at the end you just said “fuck it” and got into it. 

She was by your side, as always.
“Open bar until 4 AM,” she whispered, only for you to hear. Fuck it, you said once again.
You sat next to her in the bar, chatting with her and asking for some drinks before heating up the night and dancing. Everything was alright until the world decided to go against you and put one of your ex’s friends as a barman, in that exact club, that exact night, at that exact shift.
“So, a beer for two?” he asked. You stared at him and he stared at you, smiling. It wasn’t a devious smile, it was more like an apologetic smile. He was smiling in a “I’m sorry about Kihyun but please don’t hate the rest of us” kind of way. You were reading his thoughts (or, well, his face said it all) and you just spoke first.
“Yes. And don’t worry about it, Hoseok. You’re my friends even after all that happened.”
Jisoo grabbed you by the arm before he could reply and got you off the awkward situation, this way he couldn’t go with one of his motivational speeches telling you that you should and try to call him, like the last time. You weren’t having any of that shit tonight. You just were there to drink and have fun.
Or that’s what you thought.

“Come on, help me drag her into the car,” you felt a familiar female voice whispering. It was loud, but for some reason, only you could hear it.

“Fuck, Hoseok, come on, help me drag her into the car,” Jisoo screamed at Wonho who was nearly panicking.
“What the fuck happened?” he said, his expression was a mix between panic, regret, pity and a worried mom.
“She always gets sleepy when she drinks more than she should, it’s nothing to worry about, but she is heavier than I thought. Help me drag her into the fucking car,” she said, trying to be calm but her words signaling that she wasn’t.

Your head, at that moment, was something you couldn’t decipher. You were hearing their voices, but couldn’t reply. You weren’t sleeping nor you were conscious. You were… drunk. But you still could feel cold and hot at the same time… You just didn’t say anything. You couldn’t.

“Fuck, great.” She said, grabbing her face with her hands.
“What happened?” Hoseok asked shyly, not wanting to get her even madder.
“The car doesn’t work,” she continued, “and I don’t have enough money for a taxi or an Uber driver or whatever that’s working right now.”
“Hold on, let me call a friend,” and like that, Hoseok disappeared in the dark. Jisoo knew he was calling someone to go for you, but she didn’t fully trust him. Like that one time that SHE was the one getting drunk and he called for help but the dude ended up getting lost and letting her sleep in his car in a parking lot until she woke up, wanting to throw up and hungover. Whoever it was, she was going with you.
He came back with a guilty smile on his face. “He’ll be here soon.”
“And who is he, Hoseok?” she asked, staring into his soul, already being suspicious. “Um… I may or not may have called Kihyun to pick her up…”  and a loud clap could be heard by the entire neighborhood. The biggest facepalm she could manage to do.

“Why on earth you thought it was a good idea? I brought her here to help her forget about him in the first place. God, you haven’t seen her. She’s been crying her heart out for three fucking weeks and eating only takeout like her life depended on it.” The guilt in Hoseok’s face could almost be heard.
“I know, but…”
“But?” she interrupted him, before he could even continue, “but it’s the only friend in which I trust and has a car at the moment. Plus, I called and he said he was coming in a rush, so he seemed worried.”
“Of course he was worried, ass. It’s his ex he threw like thrash and now it’s drunk probably because she thought it was a good idea to drink the depression away HE caused in the first place,” she remarked the “he” word, “it isn’t worry. It’s guilt.”
“Believe me, it isn’t”,
the voice that startled both Hoseok and the nagging Jisoo and came from behind started talking. “and now it’s my turn to get her home.” And with that being said, the voice that came from behind entered the car and grabbed you, carrying you to his car. Jisoo just stared, “hey! Do you want help?” Hoseok yelled at him,
“No, thanks.” He said calmly, putting your seat belt on the passenger seat, making you comfortable. “I’ll take her home and then take care of her. Nothing to worry about.”
With a “tch” and looking away, Jisoo threw the car keys at him and he rushed out to your home.

“Here, drink this. It’ll help you sober up.” He ordered and you obeyed. After throwing up and brushing your teeth he helped you get hydrated so you wouldn’t wake up and feel like you were close to hell. 

Once you drank all the water that was on the bottle, you sat next to the toilet, hugging it and nearly falling asleep. He sighed, carrying you once again to bed and grabbing a few bottles with more water in the way.
“Fuck, you’re heavier than I thought” he chuckled. You could barely open your eyes, so, at this point, you didn’t even know who he was. You were sleeping like a baby and the alcohol in your stomach started to disolve, the water taking its place. 

He got you to bed and covered you with your blankets, brushing the hairs out of your face. He sat next to you and stared at your beauty from his upper position and sighed, “I’ll stay here until she sobers up,” he started talking, mostly to himself, “I don’t think it’ll be a good idea to leave until she gets better.”

  A sweet and familiar scent came from the kitchen and travelled all its way to your nose. You felt like you were home, a strange smell long forgotten but that still felt welcoming. You stretched your arms and yawned, a slight headache that you were used to. You were home, you didn’t smell like alcohol and there were a few bottles next to your bed. “I’ll have to pay Jisoo back for this,” you thought. She left a pill next to the bottle and a handmade note, “I’ll be back soon, please drink this when you wake up.”

The strangest part was, it wasn’t even her handwriting. And, knowing Jisoo, she would still be curled up by your side, cuddling you and groaning after you moved from your spot. It was a handwrite that looked familiar but like if they wanted to hide its identity by making it less obvious. But you knew this game way too well, so either it was one of Hoseok’s friends or Jisoo made something wrong and wanted to pay it off by buying something to eat at 11 AM. “I hope it’s the second option,” you mentally whisper.

  Much to your displeasure, when you hear the door creaking and you see a dark colored haired man’s back, that looked way too familiar, you sighed. So, it was one of Hoseok’s friends. But when he turned to face you, your expression went blank. It was Kihyun. The man you were crying for all this weeks and whose touch you were craving. He was right in front of your eyes. You got out of the bedroom with your eyes still tiny because of the unwelcoming light of the morning. Typically, you thought. He always opened all your curtains to get you up faster.

 “Morning, sleeping beauty.” He said, just like that. Like if he hadn’t dumped you three weeks ago and left you hanging by your own shit. “What is all of this?” you asked. He sighed and stared at the floor.
 “I know it’s confusing, but let me explain.” You didn’t want to be impulsive. You didn’t feel strong enough and you wanted to let him explain before straight up stabbing him in the heart.

 “Last night Jisoo’s car stopped working and Hoseok called me.” He started getting closer to you, now he was right in front of you, staring into your eyes with an apologetic look. “So I came as fast as I could and took care of you. I helped you get dehydrated and even cooked some food, but I forgot something so I went back to the store and left you a note next to your phone.” You nodded, understanding everything. But there was something that still didn’t click properly in your head. “Why did you help me?
He was confused, “what?”
 “I said why did you help me.”
Well, because I didn’t want you to die in the middle of a night club with my friend and your best friend and inside a car,” he said, chuckling. “that’s not a very clever question.”
“But after dumping me and leaving me without telling me anything, not even properly breaking up with me, I concluded you couldn’t care less.”
His smile slowly faded away, his eyes stared at you with sadness writing all over his face, like you touched a topic he didn’t want to get involved into no more.
 “I know I did wrong, but…” he stood silent for a moment.
 “But?” you hurried him up.
 “But I was stressed.”
 “Kihyun, I thought you were dead. You left me just like that. You didn’t call, didn’t text. I started getting worried. I tried calling you once but you didn’t even reply. You acted like I didn’t exist.”
He cupped your cheeck with his hand and you were a bit taken aback, but you didn’t stop him from touching you. “I know I did wrong. I know I acted like I was dead and eaten by the void,” he laughed awkwardly, “but I was trying to accomodate my thoughts. Now I see I worried you and I did wrong, but last week I thought it was okay. When I wanted to talk to you, Hoseok told me that Jisoo said you weren’t in the best mood to talk to me,” he continued and you nodded. He was right, now you were calmed down but at that moment you wanted to stab him and things were probably going to go out of hand.
 “But I still love you. And I loved you, and I always will. I know it’s a shitty excuse, but I’ve been searching for a chance to talk to you and now that I’ve been accomodating my thoughts, I want to be near you again. Please, give me one last chance… I won’t ruin it this time” he said, sincerely. He had the most honest look in his eyes, his facial features just screamed “I missed you” and he had sadness but also hope in his eyes, he looked at you expectantly, and you could feel he was truly sorry.
“I’ll forgive you… but understand how much it hurts,” you finally said. He smiled like he never did and gave you a bear hug.

  “But, you’ll have to make the best breakfast ever.” You concluded. He cupped your cheeks lovingly and kissed all over your face. “I will.”

Cheers! (I’ll Drink to That)

This is my first time writing a headcanon! I came up with this one while chatting with @themissimmortal last night about how the Chocobros + Cor, Ravus, Luna and Aranea would be if drunk out of their minds. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don’t own FFXV or any of the cultural references I used. I don’t own the concept of Leonhart either. (Ask Moosh about it! You won’t regret a thing ^^)

Tagging a few people who I think might like this: @ohgodsnowwhat @itshaejinju @blindbae @stunninglyignis @crown-city-moogle

Noctis: The Happy Drunk

- If you looked up the definition of ‘happy drunk’ in any urban dictionary, you’d see a picture of the normally sulky prince.

- He becomes a ball of sunshine rivaling a sober Prompto, a huge grin plastered on his face even when being chewed out by drunk Ignis or smothered by drunk Gladio.

- This guy will laugh at anything and everything. Hears a sneeze? He’ll bust a gut. Someone walks by? He can barely breathe from laughter. May the Gods help him if something crazy funny actually happens.

- Noct practically becomes the life of the party, dancing around and singing without a care in the world. If he happens to get control of the sound system, he will play the loudest and craziest tunes at full blast.

- Will last be seen either table dancing or going with Luna as she attempts another dangerous stunt/prank

Prompto: The Philosophical Drunk

- Our beloved chocobutt normally struggles with words. But get him drunk? His vocabulary becomes endless.

- Look out Einstein! This guy will suddenly know everything and speak to you for hours on end about topics like the meaning of life, the genetic make up of chocobos, and the physics behind Noct’s magical storage room.

- Have a lot of paper and pens ready, because he’ll start jotting down mathematical and chemical formulas like it’s nobody’s business.

- Prom’s imagination is also insanely active when he’s hammered. He can create worlds out of the simplest things. If you tell him to create a world based on music, he’ll not only give you a picture of the world and it’s residents, but also a full paper of their language, mythology, etc. The possibilities are endless!

- Will last be seen in the center of a small audience, either discussing his latest philosophical musings or the potential cure for cancer depending on his mood

Ignis: The Angry Drunk

- Specs normally doesn’t get drunk, especially since he has to worry about the other three bros. But on the rare chance that he is, the normally calm and collected man is now a stylish spitfire of pure, unadulterated rage.

- One drunk you MUST avoid at all costs! His anger rivals even that of the Hulk’s, Sonny Corleone’s and Gladio’s tempers combined.

- Ignis will suddenly remember any and every single thing you did to make him feel annoyed/frustrated/upset, even if it happened like over ten years ago. He will blow up and shove these back in your face, a truckload of expletives mixed in there for good measure (who knew he had such a dirty mouth?). My advice if you end up crossing paths with him? Just pick a god and pray.

- This guy becomes an absolute tornado of destruction, picking a fight with everything and anything that moves. Hell, he can even toss both Ravus and Gladio across the room now! Expect his knuckles to become a bloody mess at the end of the night if he forgets his gloves.

- Will last be seen screaming at someone/something for a death match (last time, it was a barrel)

Gladiolus: The Clingy Drunk

- The Shield was already a pretty friendly guy before. But drunk out of his mind? He’s on a whole ‘nother level.

- Like a cuddly teddy bear, he will give big warm hugs to everyone he meets. Unfortunately, unlike a teddy bear, these hugs will crush you down to your very soul.

- Gladio will cling to the closest person/object as if his life depended on it. Pulling away only strengthens his grip. Aranea tried this once and ended up dragging him around for the rest of the night.

- The resident tough guy’s soft side will come out in full force. He will affectionately stroke and sing to whatever/whomever he’s holding on to. If he’s really hammered, a bit of baby talk is involved.

- Will last be seen squeezing someone for dear life (most likely Ravus if he’s there) in the corner, making promises to protect them and to never let them go *cues My Heart Will Go On in the background*

Cor: The Flirty Drunk

- The mysterious Immortal is not so stoic and serious anymore once you get a few drinks in his system. Watch out ladies, you’ve got a bonafide Casanova on your hands now!

- He drops pick-up lines like a pro, knows exactly how to get your heart racing (or your panties wet), what positions to use to get you going…Who knew the Marshal could be so smooth?

- Much like a drunk Yuuri Katsuki, Cor can certainly work a pole when he’s wasted. Rumor has it that this is actually a skill acquired from his younger days. An occasional murmur of “Leonhart” will escape some lips if they happen to see.

- This man will flirt with anything that moves and has a pulse, XX or XY chromosomes be damned. Even the most straight-laced and homophobic fellows aren’t immune to his pheromones!

- Will last be seen entering a bedroom or supply closet with a small group of men and women in tow (the very same door will have obscenely loud moans and screams of pleasure coming from it a few minutes later)

Ravus: The Weepy Drunk

- The High Commander normally doesn’t let even a hint of emotion apart from disdain cross his features. But now? He’s a depressed, weeping mess in the corner.

- The smallest thing can set him off. Drop a napkin? Sobs will be heard and tears shed. Ignis screaming at a barrel? Ravus is now ugly crying in the corner while growing mushrooms.

- He becomes way more open to physical contact. If a drunk Gladio is in the area, the former Prince of Tenebrae will become his choking hugging partner for the night.

- Have plenty of tissue, ice cream and blankets on hand if you decide to approach a drunk Ravus. But be warned: don’t give him any sylleblossom-scented items or vanilla ice cream. Both remind him of Queen Sylva and will send him into hysterics.

- Will last be seen either being crushed to death by Gladiolus or curled up in a room somewhere, crying himself to sleep

Lunafreya: The Reckless Drunk

- The prim and proper Oracle? As soon as she gets wasted, it’s like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde all over again! Luna’s drunk personality prefers to be called “Stella”. She’s a braver and flirtier version of Luna. (Noctis admits that this switch actually turns him on quite a bit

- “Stella” is all for danger and adventure! Keg stand five times in a row? She’s game! Drunken daemon hunt? Try and stop her!

- A master prankster and all-around rebel, drunken Luna has had her fair share of run-ins with the police. Unfortunately for them, “Stella” is also a pretty good actress, imitating Lunafreya as needed. She takes advantage of her sober counterpart’s Oracle status to get away with anything and everything, a few eyelash bats and kind words enough to send them on their way.

- For reasons still unexplained, this woman is now a proficient monster tamer. A drunken hunt led her to befriending the imps she was supposed to kill, “Stella” then ordering the group to raid the nearest outpost for potato chips.

- Will last be seen dragging Noct along to help her with one of her schemes or to watch her perform one of many death-defying stunts

Aranea: The Sober Drunk

- The Commodore would look like she was totally fine, the only indication that she’d been drinking being a faint red tingeing her cheeks.

- Her normally brash and witty banter has pretty much stayed intact. She will trip over or slur a few of her words, but she’ll still be able to carry on a decent conversation.

- While the dragoon’s grace and precision is already impressive enough when she’s sober, it becomes that much more amazing when she’s hammered. Do not play Beer Pong with her; she will destroy you.

- Aranea can pretty much pass for sober when drunk and vice versa. She’s the one the others normally turn to when it comes to sending away the cops because of obvious reasons.

- Will last be seen watching the others make fools out of themselves, recording it for future blackmail material

Hope this was alright…Thanks for making it through this huge wall of text! Have a wonderful day/afternoon/evening :3

Not So Vanilla

PAIRING: reader x Tony Stark


WARNINGS: sex, light bondage, oral (m & F receiving) swearing, slight daddy!dom (the tinniest bit) unprotected sex (use condoms duh) 

Request from Anon- I love you’re tony smut please make another one where there friends with benefits but like fifty shades of grey

SO I’ve never read nor have I scene Fifty Shades of Grey so I’m not sure how accurate this is, but I went along the lines of bondage/ Tony being dom. So hopefully this was ok?

Tagging: @capsbuchanan MILA SO MUCH SIN IS HAPPENING OH GOD! 


Originally posted by duckbuttt

You never thought you’d be one to partake in a ‘friends with benefits’ relationship with anybody. But you had just gotten out of a long and rather difficult relationship. And if you were honest you missed sex, you missed being intimate with another person without the added stress of maintaining a functioning adult relationship. So when Tony Stark suggested the idea of casual sex you almost laughed in his face at the absurdness of it all. In the end it was Natasha and Wanda that brought you around to the idea.

“I mean why not?” she questioned; you were sat at some small quant bar in New York. You needed a break from the compound and Natasha was quick to suggest a girl’s night out.

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The end after END

This is a really late birthday present for @fleet-of-fandom-ships @lonestorm and @wordsofawitheringwriter​ I wrote all this last night at midnight and it has no editing or anything so sorry for all the mistakes that are bound to be in there. Anyway, without further ad, the end after END. (beware angst)

Lucy browsed through the little market. She mentally checked off items that she needed as she put them in her her bag. One item after another, she did this every saturday, refilling the things she went through in a week. She nodded to the shop keeper, they both knew each other well enough. He even gave her a discount, every single time. Lucy wasn’t sure if it was because of her situation or if it was because of her still very present good looks.

Either way she was happy for the discount. She moved on to the next stand, than the next, and then to the final one. Once she had everything paid for and packed away in her bag she started walking home.

Down the street, across the canal she stopped. The building that stood before her was much more worn than when she first came to Magnolia. There were cracks in the paint, chips in the door, broken roof tiles, but it still stood. But this was not Lucy’s destination.

She patted the door frame, which she swore that it was only used by her and her landlady. None of her friends used it.

She continued on to her destination.

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So, which one is mine?- Request by Anonymous

Summary- REQUEST BY Anonymous- Hi! I was wondering if I could get a Best friend X Mark were they always have matching hair colors and Amy & Tyler (Readers boyfriend) find it cute and Tyler or Amy posts a pic of the pair while tagging the other (Amy Or Tyler) with the caption “So which one is mine?” Please and thank you!!

Word Count- 778

Pairing- Best Friend!Reader x Mark, Tyler x Reader

Warnings- Fluff, a little angst, breakup

A/n- Thanks, anon, for the awesome request. I had so much fun writing this, and I hope you like it! I don’t usually write Tyler x Reader things, but I tried! And, I gave her ex a cheesy name because I’m too lazy to do anything else. I hope this story does you justice, anon!

Tags- @lapseasteelis @mycuddlycorner @winchester-negan-one-shots @not-moose-one-shots @dannnyphantomm

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Seventh Christmas

the series is as follows so far:

FirstSecond ThirdFourthFifthFifth Christmas, Part 2SixthSeventhEighthNinthTenthEleventhTwelfthThirteenthFourteenthFifteenthSixteenthSeventeenthEighteenthNineteenthTwentiethTwenty-firstTwenty-secondTwenty-third


The only thing driving her to celebrate any kind of Christmas was her mother. She insisted that the tree go up, the stockings, garland, the whole shooting match when all Scully wanted to do was curl on her sofa, hand spanning her swelling belly and cry until she woke from her living nightmare.

Maggie had the good sense not to comment on the ornaments as she hung them, quietly decorating with memories of her future grandchild’s father, her daughter’s partner, her adopted son and friend. She had no idea what to talk about, the conversations she’d been having the last four days being, for the most part, one-sided but even if she did manage to draw her daughter out of her solitary state for a few minutes, Scully drifted right back to silence, usually in the middle of a word or intake of breath to finish a sentence she had lost interest in the moment it occurred to her to respond.

She tried to talk her daughter into coming to Christmas dinner two days from then but Scully stanchly refused, not meeting her mother’s eye as she shook her head, informing her once again that she didn’t want to see everyone and deal with the questions and Bill’s looks and Tara needling about the sex of the baby and discussing teething and colic … and the myriad of other motherly things she’d had to go to and which Scully would be experiencing in the future …

Alone …

And afraid …

She left out the alone and afraid part, running her sentence into nothing and receiving a sympathetic stare from Maggie that squeezed her throat and made her excuse herself to the bathroom to attempt to stop her tears for the 12 time that day.


By the time Christmas Eve rolled around, she had successfully staved off her family and was now wedged into the corner of the couch, her tree unlit, the candy cane in her stocking uneaten, Mulder’s ornaments staring her in the face, mocking her with happy times while she wallowed in her depression. About to shoved the whole kit-and-kaboodle back in its boxes and packing paper and pitch it all to the far corners of her apartment to collect dust until she felt like some sort of human being again, there was a knock on the door.

Her hormones fired up immediately, anger raging to the surface, and pulling the door open, she was fully prepared to scream at her mother/brother/sister-in-law that she was not coming to Christmas and to get the hell off her back.

Instead, she found Skinner standing there, Santa hat perched on his bald head, two tall takeout cups full of something that smelled suspiciously like hot chocolate. Leaning on the doorframe, her belly protruding into the hall, she looked at him with tired eyes, the fight draining out of her, the black cloud filling in the empty space.

Skinner watched her face settle back to sadness and he poked her shoulder with the drink holder, “are you just going to leave me out here in the hall with this? It’s cold, my feet are wet and I’m wearing a Santa hat. Would you let me in, please?” Relenting, she moved aside, allowing her boss to enter the dim apartment but not moving into the room itself, a clear sign that she didn’t want him staying long. He picked up on her unsubtle hint but taking matters into his own hands, ignored her and setting the cups on her kitchen table, removed his coat, “not going to your mom’s I hear.”

“Where’d you hear that?”

“Do you really want to know?”

Scully groaned, returning to her now cold couch cushions, not caring her boss was staring at her in her pajamas as she walked away from him, “either my mother called you or Frohike.”


Resting her head on her palm, she motioned him over with the other hand, “might as well bring the drinks. Mom’s probably having you followed and if you leave here right now, she’ll just send somebody else in.”

Knowing her well enough not to take it personally, he settled on the other end of the couch, handing her a cup, “she’s just worried about you.”

“Yes. Her hovering gave her away.” Scully sipped and burned her tongue, wincing, “I really would just like to get through Christmas quietly and alone. Why can’t people seem to understand that?”

“It’s that age old story of the mother caring about her daughter. Can you imagine the audacity of such an idea?”

She cracked a smile, rolling her eyes as she dropped her head for a moment, “fine. I get it. I just …” Looking up, she glanced at the tree, Skinner following her gaze, “it’s Christmas and he should be here, making weird noises at my stomach and hanging a new ornament on the tree and demanding I share a candy cane.”

Putting down his cup, he stood, staring for a moment until he found the cord and plugged it in, the tree throwing off happy rainbows of color, glinting off his glasses as he turned back to her, “this should really be turned on. Christmas trees were meant to be turned on.”

Her mess of emotions led to several rogue tears running down her cheeks while she tried not to look at him but of course, he shifted, sitting down on the table in front of her, forcing her to meet his eye. She did her best to contain the rest of the tears but suddenly, she felt herself pulled forward, her face mashed into Skinner’s sweater and although she should have pulled back and asked ‘what the hell?’, she instead began an immediate and sopping wet meltdown.


Skinner fell asleep on his corner of the couch, head back, glasses just enough askew that it made her smile. Covering him with an afghan, she cleaned up the empty cups, then moved to turn off the tree before heading to bed. The light wasn’t on in her heart ornament and flicking the switch, she backed up a step to watch it for a moment, twinkling happily among the evergreen branches. His voice made her jump, sleepy in its cadence but still holding its military authority, “is that from Mulder?”

Scully nodded her head, entranced by the illumination, her speech slow as well, “he bought it for me last year when we stopped in Chicago after a case. He bought me a sweater and a hat and a cinnamon roll and an ornament,” caught in her memory, she didn’t worry that it was Skinner she was talking to, “and then he held my hand while we fell asleep.”

Skinner didn’t mind the confession, given she was carrying his child and he’d known them for too long to ever believe they were just partners, even in the early years, “did he buy the snowman as well? The wire one?”

Moving her hand to it, “this was from two Christmas’ ago before he dragged me to a haunted house and stole my keys.” Pointing to the windchimes hanging unmoving in front of her windows, “he gave me those for Christmas but he gave me the ornament a few days before that, when he helped me decorate it.”

“Did he always help put it up? Decorate with you?”

Shifting a little, she ran her fingers along the edges of the stockings, “he showed up the year I had my cancer with the stockings and a box of candy canes and made me share one with him before he rearranged my living room so I could sleep on the sofa bed and still see the tree all lit up.”

By now, Skinner had abandoned his blanket and was standing next to her, friendly distance between them, “when did he bring the garland into it?”

“How do you know the garland was him, too?”

“It seems like a Mulder kind of thing to do.” Closing the friendly distance, he put one long around over her shoulders, nudging her just a bit closer until he felt her unconsciously lean into his side, “he’ll come back, Scully. Maybe not in the next ten minutes but he’ll be back. We’ll find him and next Christmas, he’ll be here to hang the garland and eat the candy canes and make you hot chocolate so I don’t have to and he’ll be here to hold his child and wrap gifts and hold your hand.”

Her eyes slid shut at the memories, then opened again as she twisted to look up at him, “I need him back, sir.”

“And we won’t stop looking.”

A few minutes later, she shut the door behind him, locking it before heading down the hall to her bedroom. Shuffling down the hall once again a minute later, she curled on the couch and fell asleep, the tree keeping giving her the company Mulder could not.


She found a bag hanging on the knob of her front door when she went to get the paper the next day. Opening it, she found an simple round ornament, bearing a Christmas tree, the year Sharpie’d below it with the initials, ‘M’ and ‘S’ on the opposite side, wobbly heart drawn around them.

Hanging the ornament, she then pulled her hands into the thick-cabled sweater she’d put on before falling asleep. The soft wool yarn was as close as she could get to his hug and she would take whatever she could get.